#people just say whatever they think you wanna hear so that you stop torturing them

[blue-happy-octopus]

It now bothers the shit out of me every time I see a cop show and the cops have to break a couple rules, but are ultimately vindicated because it turned out they were right because:

1) In real life they are not mostly not right

2) The rules were there for a reason

But genuinely. Like, you wanna make diving 40 stories into water your deus ex machina? Sure. Whatever. Or make computer hacking just involve finding a keyboard, plugging it in, and typing really fast? Go nuts. But belief that torture, forging evidence, or generally going above the law is okay if you are sure you are gonna get the bad guy is like, genuinely a systemic problem we are facing. And it results in a lot of innocent people going to jail and an unreasonable amount of power being given to the police.

Imagine if a a recurring trope in movies was like "this dad tries really hard to provide for his family, but nothing is working. So he decides to go to the casino. He has to break social conventions to gamble his sons college fund, but he is on a hot streak, so he knows he has to do it. And then, after betting it all, he totally wins and is a hero :)"

Like, what the fuck? But when cops in cop shows break all the rules and just threaten to kill someone unless they confess because they are so sure, they are fucking always right. It is the stupidest goddamn thing in the whole world and it actively harms our perception of justice.

rant over

Things that work in fiction but not real life

torture getting reliable information out of people

knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour

jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact

calling the police to deescalate a situation

rafting your way off a desert island

correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes

effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else

ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences

heterosexual cowboy

[himbosandhardwear]

Steddie I Different First Meeting I Lollapalooza/Musician AU I 1.6k I SFW I Side Buckingham

Chrissy is talking but Eddie only catches every fourth word. It's not his fault, the guy walking in front of them is wearing the shortest possible shorts one could wear in public and not get arrested, and the back of his thighs, and the rest of him as far as Eddie can tell, are covered in little brown beauty marks. It's like walking behind a sexy train wreck. 

“So what do you think?”

“Mmm?”

“Eddie! This is important! Pay attention.”

He finally looks away. “Yeah. Italian. Whatever.”

She rolls her eyes. “I already decided on dinner, you jackass. I'm talking about going home for Thanksgiving.”

That's a huge no. He scrunches his nose to indicate how stupid an idea he thinks that is. 

Before she can further berate him, the guy and his girlfriend stop at a random door and walk inside. He's devastated. His soulmate, lost forever! 

“Oh, that's actually on our list!” Chrissy says, stopping him with an arm. “You wanna just go now?”

Eddie's so in his own head he doesn't understand what she's talking about until he reads the door and sees ‘Medieval Torture Museum.’ 

Eddie has a full blown joy filled conniption on the sidewalk. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” He grabs her and shoves her towards the door.

“Asshole, this is silk,” she mumbles. 

He ignores her. His mole-covered soulmate is still in line, so Eddie gets to stand directly behind him while they wait. His hair is so swoopy. He wants to jam his fingers in it and fuck it up.

“Welcome to the Medieval Torture Museum,” a woman standing at the podium drones in a manner fitting a 70 year old Walmart greeter. “Please no flash photography and watch your step. Have a great time.”

Eddie watches as Soul Mate and his girlfriend make eye contact and attempt not to giggle. It's exactly the same thing he and Chrissy just did behind them. 

Once it's their turn to pay and get their little stickers, Eddie is already foaming at the mouth to follow up the stairs. Chris dicks around, struggling to figure out where to put her sticker. Eddie swears at her under his breath while his Soul Mate gets away.

“It's silk, Eddie!”

Fed up, he takes the sticker from her, baps it onto her forehead, and runs away.

He's glad he left her when he gets to the top of the stairs in time to hear Soul Mate mutter, “I'd pay a drug lord to do that to my dad.”

His girlfriend answers, “I'll do it for twenty bucks and first pick out of his wine cellar.”

They shake on it in front of the mannequin display of a Columbian Necktie.

Eddie is more in love than ever. 

“That's not medieval,” Chrissy points out when she meets them upstairs. She's unbuttoned the blouse enough for Eddie to see the sticker is now stuck to her collarbone. 

“If you're gonna get nit-picky, I'm pushing you back down the stairs.”

She gives him a doubtful look. “Daria down there would save me.”

He huffs a laugh. 

They catch up with his new boyfriend as they stand critiquing the Impaling wall, he follows as subtle as he can through the next room too. Luckily, there are other people mingling about, so Eddie doesn't look too obvious, but it's imperative he stay close enough to hear every comment made.

“That would fix me,” the guy says a lot, especially at the display of a man having his head squeezed until his eye pops out. Eddie can relate, he gets migraines too. 

He does get distracted when Chrissy opens the door to the giant metal bull, because he can't miss the opportunity to try to shove her inside. She wails, kicking him directly in the dick. He drops her in favor of dry heaving the pain away. It's totally worth it because he catches Soul Mate watching. 

“Don't even think about it,” Soul Mate’s girlfriend says. 

Soul mate scoffs. “Like you'd even fit.”

“Bitch!” 

They wander off.

Eddie waddles after, slowly.

He's reading a plaque about flaying when he hears the two of them mutter, “Henderson,” at the same time. He turns and finds them high fiving over a display of a guy with his tongue nailed to a board. 

“Is this a sex thing?” Chrissy asks, holding up a metal cock plate with spikes attached. 

“Without a doubt. I'd venture to say most of this stuff is. Also remind me to have something like this guy drawn up for wardrobe,” he wiggles the one with a boar on the front, “it's so me.”

“Ugh, you're the worst.” 

He stops giggling when he looks up to find Soul Mate looking him up and down, not in a ‘I must have you’ kinda way but a ‘I know you from somewhere’ way. He's not a fan, that's for sure, a fan would've clocked him right away, stupid ball cap on or not. He's sweating his ass off in a sleeveless tank top and jeans, and his tattoos are fairly recognizable. 

Eddie, not shy in the least, gives him a little wave, wiggling the metal boar dildo at him. “How about this guy? Think he'd fix ya?”

The guy chokes on a laugh, embarrassed to be caught looking but not so much that he looks away. “Only one way to find out,” he manages to say just loud enough for Eddie to hear, not so loud that the entire room hears it. 

His girlfriend slaps his bicep. “Don't flirt with Eddie Munson!” She hisses. Not in a ‘you're standing next to your girlfriend’ kind of way but in a ‘flirting with famous rock stars is ill advised’ kinda way.

Hope springs eternal! “No, do. Do flirt with Eddie Munson,” Eddie, shameless in the face of possible love, says back.

Soul Mate moves closer. “Eddie Munson? The Coffin guy? Melted Coffin? You're the Melted Coffin guy?” 

Despite the lack of musical awareness, Eddie is still smitten. “Sure. Melted Coffin.”

Chrissy snickers at his elbow. “Does that make you guys one half of Spoon Goons?”

“Ha!” Soul Mate's girlfriend cackles, holding up a hand for a high five. 

Chrissy gives her a demure tap, actually blushing, like the useless lesbian she is.

“What's a Spoon Goon? Are you guys drug dealers? Why would she know you and I don't?”

Chrissy rolls her eyes up at him, the ‘I lament ever being nice to you in high school, you are embarrassing me’ look.

“They're in Scoops Troop, dumb ass. You've never seen them before because you don't listen to pop music.” She turns back to her new crush. “Sorry, he's allergic to dance beats. Also,” she looks back up at him, “where do you think your drugs come from? The Drug Fairy?”

“That was my nickname in High School,” he quips. 

“It wasn't but it might as well have been.”

Eddie turns back to his Soul Mate and holds out a hand. “Eddie Munson.”

Soul Mate wastes no time shaking, grip firm, hands huge. “Steve Harrington.” He takes his hand away to backhand his friend in the shoulder. “This is Robin. Buckley. Platonic Soul Mate and huge cock block.”

“Huge Cock Block was my nickname in High School,” she says, shaking Eddie's hand and then Chrissy’s.

“Cunningham, Chrissy.” 

“Holy shit!” Robin exclaims. “You're Christine Cunningham? Wait, of course you are, oh my god, I heard all about what you did to Axel Rose last year. That was fucking epic.”

Chrissy, still holding Robin's hand, goes scarlet red. “Oh. Ha. Yeah, he's a dill weed.”

Robin gives her an unwarranted snort. Though calling Axel Rose a dill weed is pretty accurate, it's probably the tamest thing he's ever been called.

Eddie glances over at Steve. They share a look. ‘Can you believe how useless lesbians are?’ 

Eddie nods toward their still clasped hands, pointing out the total lack of awareness on both of their parts. Steve snorts. 

The girls go on a tangent of their least favorite artists to tour with, which is when Eddie gets while the gettin’s good and starts scooting away, Steve equally cat-like beside him. They back toward the next room, side by side, until they bump into a mannequin display of various ways to tickle someone to insanity. 

“Huh,” Steve mumbles, distracted from their getaway. “That can't be right. That claw thing just looks like it would feel good.”

“I'm pretty sure I have one of those at home.”

Steve glances over. “Oh yeah? Where's home?”

“Currently, L.A. Originally? Bout an hour south of Indianapolis.”

Steve's eyes light up. “No shit? I'm from an hour north of Indianapolis!”

“That's insane.” 

“Seriously. Ha.” He plays with the rope contraption on the Blood Eagle display. “You guys are playing tomorrow night, right?”

“Yeah. Nine o'clock. You guys?”

“Sunday at Four.”

Eddie nods, files that away. “The girls are probably gonna fall in love and try to move in together, you know that right?”

Steve shrugs. “We're in Sacramento at the moment, LA wouldn't be a stretch. I'm a wiz at U-Hauling at this point.” 

“Good. So we should do our best to support them. Fucking immediately is probably the best course of action, you know, just to make sure we're compatible.”

Steve doesn't look over but Eddie sees his lips get tucked in, trying to smash his smile down. “You had me at ‘weird torture pig dildo.’”

“You had me out on the sidewalk, I would've followed you down a manhole.”

“Play your cards right, you still might.”

“I love you.”

They're still making eyes at each other when the girls catch up.

“Eddie, Robin and Steve are coming to dinner with us.”

“Yeah they are,” he agrees immediately, throwing an arm around Steve's shoulder.

“Did you know their drummer doesn't have any collarbones?” Chrissy says as they make their way back toward the front stairs.

“Holy fuck, Cunningham, I'm already a sure thing, you don't have to keep selling it.”

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: Torture, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, explicit language, name calling, fear, near death experiences....

WC: 1757

Chapter 1

“I have business to handle with the Harlow pack tomorrow. Frankie and Triston are going with me to meet with our allies. I need you here to be in charge of the house while I’m gone.” Alpha Lewis says to Hayes.

“You got it. I will keep you updated.” Hayes nodded his head.

“I know nothing will really be going on around here but I will be gone for a few days. Maids should be here to clean at 9 am… Oh and uh, make sure they feed the omegas. I think they forgot yesterday.” Lewis rolled his eyes as if it was silly for them to have forgotten.

“Surprised I can’t hear their stomachs growling from up here.” Milo chuckled, walking into the room.

“Y’all two stay out of trouble this time. Last time you burned down my shed.” Lewis pointed a finger at Milo.

“Hey…it was old anyways. We built you a nicer one.” Milo said.

“Yeah so I don’t want to lose this one either.” Lewis said, leaving the room.

Lewis is Alpha to the Nyko pack. A pack known for its ruthless leader, large numbers, and murderous ways. Alpha Lewis took over two of the neighboring packs, making them all submit to his rule. Anyone who refused, he slaughtered in front of their family. In doing so, he grew vastly in territory and numbers, now having nearly fifty members loyal to him. No one dares cross him, for a war could break out - most of the surrounding packs don’t even come close to the numbers he has. 

For the most part, any remaining packs that neighbor his territory live in harmony with him. They stay on their land and out of his way and he doesn’t overtake their land.

Alpha Lewis’s immediate pack consists of a lesser alpha, five betas and three omegas. The lesser alpha is his younger brother as well as one of the betas. The rest of the people under his rule live in their own dwellings and not in his house like the immediate pack. A few members of the pack share rooms but the omegas are kept locked up in the basement.

Nightfall was approaching as Hayes and Milo unlocked the padlock on the basement door. Alpha Lewis had left late morning and should be in Harlow territory by now. Which means he’s far away and off-the grid for the rest of the night. He will probably check in tomorrow morning but for now, the boys were home with just the omegas. The two other betas left behind decided to go see a movie in town.

The basement was half finished. The unfinished part had prison looking cells - one for each omega and an extra. Cement walls and flooring with reinforced steel bars in the front. The walls and floors were damp from leaks, the air smelling of piss and mildew. Each cell had a metal cot with a thin mat on a wire frame, a hole in the ground for them to relieve themselves, and a chain embedded into the wall and connected at the ankle of the omega inside.

The omegas were filthy, hair matted, and covered in injuries and bruises both old and new. They cowered into the back corner as the young alpha and beta appeared. They stopped at one of the female’s door. It was their favorite omega - YOU. You whined, pushing yourself further into the back wall, but they just laughed. 

“C’mon bitch….we wanna play.” Milo taunted.

Hayes opened your door and stepped inside. You cowered in the corner, shaking and shying away as he unlocked the cuff on your ankle. Then he snatched you up and guided you out. You winced in pain as he forced you to walk. You knew Alpha Lewis must be gone if they decided to “play” with you. They only took you out to play when he wasn’t home to boss them around and keep them busy. So they use you to stay entertained.

You endured whatever game they came up with, knowing no one would take your side or care what they did to you. Their latest interest is a game of hunting. And it seemed like it would be the same game again tonight as they led you through the living room towards the back door.

Wincing at the bright lights, you looked down and tried not to trip over your own feet as you walked. Your limbs hurt, you were tired and hungry, and you were not in the mood to entertain them. Not that you ever were, but most nights they bring you out, you use it to your advantage and study the terrain. One day you will escape, and when you do, you will know how to get away. But tonight, you didn’t have it in you.

“Alright bitch… run.” Milo commanded with an eager smile.

Your feet were heavy and you felt like doing anything but running. All the walking made you lightheaded honestly and you wanted to just curl up and die. You drop to the floor, sitting as your hands support you from fully laying on the floor.

They both sigh dramatically.

“I think she needs some motivation..” Hayes says.

Milo pulls a gun from the back of his pants. It was a BB gun, modified to have a stronger shot and shoot bigger pellets. He aims it at you, touching the side of your head. Your breath catches in your throat as you slowly turn to see the barrel of the gun aimed at you. Hayes flashed his BB gun too.

“I got new pellets…” Milo wiggles his eyebrows. “They are silver.”

Hayes whips his head to his brother, brows furrowed.

“So… run.” Milo growls.

You scramble to your feet and take off, knowing too much silver will kill you. You hear the pop of the gun and hear the whoosh of a pellet go by your ear. He just missed you. You run into the treeline, heading for cover in the woods.

“Silver?! Are you nuts? We aren’t out here to kill her.” Hayes speaks lowly. 

“Relax… I won't hit her much. I just want to use these special ones here.” Milo holds out a gloved hand with pellets in it.

“Why are they blue?” Hayes reaches for one.

“Don’t touch without gloves. Each one contains a small dose of cobalt.”

Hayes steps back quickly. “What the hell?”

“I have an antidote. I’m not gonna kill her.” Milo rolls his eyes.

“Silver is one thing Milo, but cobalt?” Hayes lectures. “Lewis can’t find out we do this when he’s away…remember?”

“She’s getting away, c’mon.” Milo says, running into the woods after you.

This went on for over an hour. They would get too close when you stopped to catch your breath, which was often, and you would feel the pellets pierce your skin. The pain kept the adrenaline pumping, pushing you to get up from behind whatever tree or bush you were using to hide and keep running. This was the first time they used silver pellets. Most of the time the regular pellets hurt enough to keep you running away, especially when they got too close. But this pain was much worse. 

One of the first times they decided to play their little hunting game with you, you decided that the pain wasn’t worth all the running. You refused to play along and in turn you were badly beaten - worse than the pellets would have been. They threatened to tell Alpha Lewis and when that didn’t scare you enough (because you knew he wasn’t home), they took to beating you. They broke three ribs and your leg. The healing was excruciating and took longer than it should have thanks to the terrible living conditions and lack of food.

They must have explained to Alpha Lewis what happened when he was gone because he didn’t say anything about your injuries and was more irritated with you than usual. He also withheld a few meals from you and kept you locked in the basement and used the other omegas for his fun for a while. From that day forward, she knew not to underestimate the brothers, or the absence of their alpha.

You ran as fast as your legs would go, the ground beneath your bare feet feeling like glass shards with every step. You huffed as you weaved between the trees and bushes.  You could feel the branches slashing at your skin as you ran past but you didn’t let it stop you. Plus the cover of night made it nearly impossible to see anything or where you were going.

As you ran, the world felt as if it began to tilt. You blinked and shook your head trying to focus. It didn’t work and you lost your footing, stumbling forward. You hit the ground with a thud, knocking the air from your lungs. You cough, trying to breathe in air as your heart pounded.

“We can smell your blood.” Hayes taunted.

Forcing yourself to stand, your limbs feel heavy. Wincing as you stand, you stumble as you try to stand straight. What was happening? Was this because you hadn’t eaten in like two days? You heard a branch snap behind you. Whipping your head around, you don’t see anything. They sounded close so you took off again. 

As you run, you begin to slow. It feels as if you're trudging through mud. You push with all your might but you don’t feel right. Looking around, you realize you’re not on your usual path. These trees haven’t been marked by you from the previous nights. There’s no dirt path beneath you either - at least that you can see in the darkness of the woods. Looking around, you were definitely lost. Fear creeped up as your stomach churned.

You run, hoping you can circle back to the path, afraid to run into any neighboring territories. Alpha warned you of the awful things they would do if they found you unwelcomed on their land. Shivering at the thought, your eyes feel heavy. You push through your head as it spins but it’s no use. You stumble over a tree root and tumble forward.

You reach a hill and manage to tumble down the ferns and ivy. Your body hits the ground with a thud and you feel yourself slipping into darkness, your whole body screaming at you in pain. When the brothers do find you, you are definitely going to pay for this.

TAGLIST:

@its-the-solar-system @estella-novella

[mackjlee9]

SONGFIC IDEA inspired on "ilomilo" by Billie Eilish

maybe reader got abducted or kidnapped while in a stablished relationship with Leon, they did so many experiments on him that he doesn't know what's real and what's fake anymore so when Leon rescues him he's so fucked up he believes Leon is part of his mind, that he's not real.

this one could be HEAVY ANGST but i'll leave that up to you since this is just a general idea. Reader could die? Reader could simply stay in a mental facility getting tortured and his only source of happiness is seeing Leon even if he believes is an hallucination? Reader could one day actually know that Leon is real? Get yourself inspired by the song since these are just ideas!

Also this is kinda my first time requesting a songfic so idk if this is good lmao

I love when my own angst makes me cry 🙂

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

"Don't worry, Lee, I'll be back soon, I promise."

Told you not to worry

But maybe that's a lie

Maybe I shouldn't make promises I can't keep, eh? (M/n) could feel his head spinning, all the blood he lost being the cause of it.

He was trying to keep his eyes open, to maybe try and see the person that had done this to him. Perhaps he would be able to identify them once they were captured, but all attempts were useless, his sight was getting more and more blurry as the seconds passed. All he could do was hear the booming sound of a bullet being shot, a few tears brimming in his eyes as (M/n) realized everyone in his unit was dead, or close to dying

"We'll take good care of you, Agent," he heard a woman whispering in his ear, kneeling in front of him, gently brushing his hair out of the way.

(M/n) opened his mouth to say something, but he had used the last bit of his energy, his eyes closing as he passed out. The woman giggled and glanced behind her, the man standing there smirked and signaled to the B.O.Ws standing aside to pick him up and take him to the van waiting for them in the parking lot.

No one would find them, not until he had finished with (M/n) first.

Where did you go?

I should know, but it's cold

And I don't wanna be lonely

Leon... Leon...

Was all (M/n) could think when everything done to him was over, when his body was left twitching and pulsing against his will, unable to stop the reactions of his body to whatever had been injected into him.

He would close his eyes and think of Leon, seeing his lover was the only thing that could ground him, keep him somehow sane.

(M/n) hated being in that room. It was always cold, it made goosebumps cover his skin, and he knew his breath was foggy, but feeling Leon's touch on his was enough to warm him up for days on end. But then, he would see how Leon would slowly disappear, and (M/n) knew he was about to be put through the same thing again.

And every time it happened it just got longer and longer, or felt like it did.

I don't wanna... be alone, Leon, where... Where did you go...?

Blinking a few times, he would be greeted with the same bright light, surrounded by people wearing surgical masks and sometimes, chemical protection suits.

You're... Probably at home, or... Looking for me... Please, find me soon...

//////

The moment Leon was notified of what had happened to (M/n) during his mission, he froze. Everyone's voices faded out, and he felt like he was being kept underwater, he couldn't breathe.

He was monetarily lost in a trance, when the flashing image of (M/n)'s lifeless body appeared in his mind, as if mocking him. Leon slammed his hands on the table as he stood up, snapping back to reality.

I can't lose another life

"I'm not losing (M/n) too."

//////

Hurry, I'm worried

The world's a little blurry

Or maybe it's my eyes

With every minute, hour, or day that passed, everything got worse. (M/n) could feel his body slowly giving up, quicker with each time he got subjugated to these experiments.

It got to a point where he no longer knew what was fake and what was real, he didn't know if he was even alive anymore, and yet, the only thing that continued to work, the only thing that kept him awake every day, was Leon. Thinking about Leon let him that he was alive, the heat he felt surge through his body, the feeling of his heart speeding up, the homey atmosphere Leon brought with him was more than enough for him.

Leon sits with him, next to his bed and they talk, and Leon loves him the only way he knew Leon would.

(M/n) blinks when everything around him gets blurry, and he realizes that it's his sight the one distorting everything. Are they... Done now?

His thought process is slow, difficult, and rather painful for him, but he's able to understand the things happening around him. (M/n) hears guns being fired, explosions going off, people screaming and then alarms echoing everywhere. He grunts in pain and his eyes stare at the door as it opens.

"Leon...?" He whispers breathlessly, his voice gone from all his screaming, so it's impossible to hear him over the sounds of the sirens, but Leon didn't need to hear him to know that (M/n) was calling out to him.

His legs trembled as he ran further inside the room, tripping and falling to his knees next to his bed, picking himself up and hugging (M/n) tightly, tears running down his face nonstop, choked sobs racking in his chest, his hands desperate gripping onto (M/n) to make sure he was there, alive.

(M/n) had a small smile on his face, his arm slowly lifting to stroke Leon's soft strands, making the man look up at him. Struggling to move his body even an inch, Leon held his hand and nuzzled his cheek on his palm, sobbing as he felt (M/n)'s thumb gracing his warm skin as he wiped his tears away.

"I feel safe... When I'm with you, Leon... I'll always will..."

The friends I've had to bury

They keep me up at night

Leon would never forget how (M/n) died in his arms the moment he got to him. The soft and loving look in his fading eyes, the gentle and understanding smile pulling on his lips, the touch of his burning hand becoming colder by the second.

He had been staying on (M/n)'s grave every day since his burial. He didn't care that he was slowly killing himself, he had lost the only thing- the only person in this fucked up world that had given him some hope in his life. (M/n) was his light at the end of the tunnel, but now he was in complete darkness, because lights eventually run out, and sometimes... You can never replace them, because you could never find a light as bright and lasting as that one.

Said I couldn't love someone

'Cause I might break

Every day he stays there, basking in his memories, unable to stop beating himself up for not finding (M/n) sooner. If he only had been there a day earlier then maybe- maybe he would still be alive.

"I just wanted to protect you," he mumbled weakly, his voice breaking as he let himself be drenched in the pouring rain, at least his tears were unnoticeable now. No one would know how long and how much he has been crying for the past two weeks.

No one needed to know. He would only cause problems for everyone anyway.

Was hoping you'd come home

I don't care if it's a lie

[libraryofgage]

Prompt 31 of this OTP prompt list! I've got ideas for quite a few of them, but if there's one you're particularly eager to see, just lemme know ^_^ I wanna try to write a little Steddie everyday, whether that's a ficlet here or working on the Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins WIP lol

Prompt: “Why’d you— why’d you do that?” “B-Because I promised you I’d do anything to keep you safe.” 

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When Steve had realized they were really going after Vecna this time, about to walk into his lair and fuck him up, he'd made a promise to himself. He was going to do everything in his power to keep everyone safe, especially Eddie and Dustin, especially when their final plan made those two the demobat distraction.

Steve has also learned over his past few Upside Down adventures to trust his gut. Going through some life-threatening scenarios tends to strengthen his intuition for danger and general Bad Events. So, when he's following Nancy and Robin to the Creel house and feels a horrible stirring in his stomach (something beyond anxiety and fear and stale bread sitting wrong), he stops.

"I'm going back," he says.

"What?" Nancy asks, spinning on her heel.

Robin, meanwhile, meets his gaze. A silent conversation passes between them through looks and half-gestures and a singular grunt from Robin at the end. Their entire conversation can be boiled down to, simply, "I've got a bad feeling."

Interestingly, going through Russian torture together makes people trust each other's bad feelings.

"Okay," Robin says, nodding once before looking at Nancy. "It's not like we need him anyway. I think we're pretty kick-ass on our own."

"But the plan," Nancy protests, her brows furrowing as Steve realizes she's more upset over the change in plan than she is his leaving them.

Steve places a hand on her shoulder, smiles reassuringly, and says, "Don't worry, Nance. You'll kick Creel's ass, I'll make sure Thing One and Thing Two don't get themselves killed, and we'll all go out for pizza when this is over."

Nancy stares at him for a few seconds before sighing. "Okay. Don't die."

"Wasn't planning on it."

Steve can see the trailer before he gets to it, and he can see the demobats creating a fucked up storm cloud as they stream off in one direction, and he can't hear any of the music that should be playing. The demobats seem determined to reach something that's running away, and Steve gets a sinking feeling in his chest.

He knows it isn't Dustin. Eddie wouldn't let Dustin put himself in danger like that unless it was over his dead body, and there's no way Dustin would let Eddie die unless he happened to be out of sight. Which it seems he is now, and Steve knows things must have Gone Bad to get to this point.

Steve shoots across the Upside Down, racing to reach the demobat swarm. Their screeching fills his ears, echoing and bouncing around his head as he gets closer, and he can start to hear Eddie screaming, too. The words are muffled and covered by the demobats, but he has no doubt Eddie is calling them some insulting name and embracing his Ozzie Moment.

When he's a few feet away from the edge of the swarm, Steve starts swinging with reckless abandon. He takes out demobats as quickly as he can, trying to ignore the grime and viscera that layers on top of itself and his skin as he goes. The demobats get more than a few bites in, and more than a few tails lash at his ankles and wrists and whatever else they can find, but Eddie's screams that grow increasingly more terrified spur Steve on.

After an eternity of faceless bats and black blood and his arms screaming from the exertion of constantly swinging his bat, Steve finally gets to the center of the storm. In the eye, he finds Eddie on the ground, a tail wrapped around his neck and demobats descending on his sides, and Steve sees red.

He doesn't actually process any of his actions. He only knows that one second he's watching Eddie become a demobat main course, and the next he's standing over Eddie, decapitating demobats, yanking them away, slamming them into the ground, swinging his bat at the ones that dare to get closer.

Adrenaline and desperation are the only things keeping Steve going for what could be seconds or hours or days; he really can't tell. His focus has tunneled to only allow his brain to think about protecting Eddie and killing flying demon rats. Even when he hears Eddie screaming his name and grabbing his leg, Steve can't spare a moment to think about him beyond "Eddie would be easier to protect if he didn't move around."

Steve doesn't kill the entire swarm. There are too many, and he's only one man. But he does hold them off until...until something calls them away. One second he's feeling overwhelmed--his heart beating out of his chest and his vision blurring red from the blood dripping down his forehead--and the next, the demobats are screeching one last time before shooting off into the sky.

He would pay attention to where they go, but Steve can only take long enough to confirm that they're gone before he's collapsing. He doesn't hit the ground. Instead, Steve hits Eddie, who had stood up at some point only to fall to his ass once more from Steve's unexpected weight.

Holy fuck, Steve just wants to nap. And he's halfway to closing his eyes and slipping into sweet, sweet oblivion when he hears Eddie, his voice absolutely wrecked from screaming and brimming with some emotion Steve can't place right now, ask him, "Why'd you---why'd you do that?! You could have died!"

"So could you," Steve manages, forcing his eyes to focus long enough on Eddie to realize he's literally being cradled in the guy's arms right now. It's surprisingly comfortable, and he can hear Eddie's rapid heartbeat from this position. "Besides, I promised to keep you safe."

"No, you didn't!" Eddie squawks, and Steve makes a mental note to mock him for it later. "I would've remembered that, Steve!"

Steve huffs a weak laugh, stifles a yawn, and lets his head fall onto Eddie's shoulder. He'll think about Eddie not calling him by some ridiculous nickname later. "To myself. Promised to keep everyone safe. 'specially you, Eds," he says, flashing a faint smile that's probably only more worrying because of the blood staining his teeth.

Eddie looks ready to say more, but Steve weakly and clumsily covers his mouth. "Just so you know, I'm passing out now," he says, his body and brain finally calling it a day once he gets the warning out.

Later, when he wakes up in the hospital, Steve will have to deal with several lectures from several people about how he shouldn't have been so reckless. He'll get to turn it around later by pointing out that Eddie would have definitely died without him.

Steve will also have to deal with Eddie staying behind and shooting him the saddest puppy-eye pout he's ever seen. It will devolve into an argument about how Steve would do it again, how Eddie didn't enjoy thinking he was dead, and how they both think the other is incredibly stupid. That argument will end with a spur-of-the-moment and intense kiss that's interrupted by Steve's heart monitor going out of control, leaving them both blushing and overwhelmed as a nurse rushes in and...and holding hands with tiny, amazed smiles as they stare at each other after the nurse leaves.

But that's all in the future. For now, Steve lets his eyes slip shut, comfortable in Eddie's arms and reasonably assured that Eddie won't go risking his life when he has to make sure Steve gets out safe.

[m2jay]

Soul Touch [Ford x OC]

Here's a little preview of what's in the story. Thanks to the release of "The Book of Bill" and the dating sim game "Swooning Over Stans," I think it was time for me to contribute to the Gravity Falls fandom and write a fanfic. Here's a part of it:

◬◬Bill's POV◬◬

"A X O L O T L! My time has come to burn! I invoke the ancient power that I may return."

        To think that using the last of my powers in Stanley's mind would lead me to this. That damn con artist is really going to get it this time. As I invoked the strength I had left inside, I managed to survive within the cosmos life other deities are able to do. Banished to a realm amongst the stars, I was met with the AXOLOTL. Though soothing of a presence, it's not my style.

        I crave chaos and destruction, one that leaves me with a good laugh. Seeing the terror amongst humans is absolutely amusing, and it's fun to see how far they'll go for their own selfish desires. They live in a meaningless way. There's nothing good about the world they fight so hard to go on in. Why do they fight so hard for a life that just ultimately has so much struggle in the end? Having infinite power is where it's really at. They're all too stupid to understand.

        The party had stopped. Time was dead and meaning had no meaning. Existence was upside-down and I reigned supreme briefly. I had it all. 

        Everything was in my grasp, even ol' Fordsy too. The fact that I was outsmarted by his lesser half is an absolute embarrassment to my existence. It's not fair, and I will get him back, along with the whole damn Pines family. They will get what's coming to them once I get out.

        I've been locked away in Theraprism in Dimension #5150. It's a neutral zone that's outside of time. If I were stronger, I'd have destroyed this useless place. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not in order to get out of here.

        I had many crimes against reality against me. I've done memory laundering, breaking and entering the fabric of space-time, chrono-infanti-regicide, multilevel  marketing, psychic torture, the "2nd-Dimension Incident," and Weirdmageddon. Personally, I don't think this is all that bad to keep me locked up in one of the highest wellness centers of space and time.

        People don't change, not even GODS. Wanna know how to get out of a mental ward, kid? It's faking it. You tell them what they want to hear. You mask everything. Don't be your true self. Trust no one.

        My power isn't as strong as the AXOLOTL, but I still got it. I've managed to fabricate a book that will go out into the Pine's family's dimension. I call it "The Book of Bill." Pretty clever, right? It's pretty impressive if I do say so myself.

        If anything, of all gods, why am I here? Isn't there some Christian entity or something that went against the God or whatever. If anything, why not blame all my atrocities on that guy, huh? Don't a lot of people do that anyways to get away with things? I mean seriously, I'm not the embodiment of bad itself or anything. Let's blame it on that Satan guy. There's so many dimensional timelines, I can't be the ONLY BEING THIS BAD HERE! 

        I can't lose my cool completely here. Heck, not even at all. I need to keep up the façade in order to get out. That's right, and I'll be out here soon. I just know it. My all-seeing eye is still capable of looking through the abundant paths people can take. I see the last opportunity and will take it for myself. 

        Sixer, you're in for something that cannot be fixed. I'll make sure you regret not taking my hand to rule dimensions and travel across galaxies at my side. When I get my hands on you again, I will turn you back into a gold statue that'll be erected onto my record player, forever in a musical dance that spins. You'll be sorry.

        As for your good for nothing brother, there's an end for him that I am counting on. Just you wait, Stanley. Punching my eye and breaking my body in the mind space will be the last time you'll ever lay your mortal hands on me.

        I need to smear my mind blank. The SEA ANGEL of the Theraprism is here. Oh, how she's easy to manipulate. I guess it's why you can consider the gal an angel. It's a shame for her, really, because she's so easy to manipulate. The way she thinks I'm actually changing is HILARIOUS! What a shame for them for when their time comes. They'll all see.

        "Bill Cipher, good stars!" The dim-witted SEA ANGEL greeted happily.

        "Yes, good stars! Haha.." I greeted. 'Haha..'

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Derek Hale x Scott's sister, Sarah McCall

Sarah is older than Scott and only a year younger than Derek. (because big age gaps scare me). She works at the hospital with her mother and is a pharmacist and also a Druid of Scott's pack.

Timeline : In TW S1, after Sarah rescues Derek from Kate.

Sarah :

I run to the basement where they've been keeping Derek. Scott follows close behind me, and even when he is the supernatural one, it seems like I am running faster.

"CeeCee," Scott says, "Be careful." Even when I pretend like I don't like it when he calls me that, on the inside, I do. When Scott was a baby, he couldn't pronounce my name. He used to say 'CeeCee'. Even when he learnt the correct pronunciation, he still calls me that.

"Are you sure that this is the place?" I ask him as we come to a stop outside the door. My heart's been hammering and I've been out of my mind with worry. I had met Derek not a long time ago, but him and I, there's a bond developed between us. I'm sure that we have a connection. Like when he growls at every man who looks my way, when he almost became a wolf and killed that one man who tried to steal my purse, yup, I know he's into me.

And so am I. I like being with him. To the world, he's a dry, humourless, dead-inside person, but to me, he's just a man who's been alone for too long. People look at him like he's some kind of monster, but to be honest, my father was more of a monster than he is.

I hear voices inside, and put my ear to the door. Scott doesn't have to.

Derek: "Are you gonna torture me, or are you just gonna talk me to death?"

Kate: "Oh, sweetie, I don't- I don't wanna torture you. I just... wanna catch up. Remember all the fun we had together?"

Derek: "Like the time you burned my family alive?"

Kate: "No, I was thinking more about the hot, crazy sex we had. But the fire thing? Yeah, that was fun, too. I love how much you hate me. Remember how this felt?"

I take away my ear. I have to save Derek, not vomit at this door. Whatever Kate had in mind after she said that, it is disturbing. Still, a pang rocks my heart when I realise that she saw the innocent, kind part of Derek which I'll most likely never see.

Not the time to be jealous.

Kate walks away, and Scott and I burst open the door. I cough due to the dust, but Scott stands in front of Derek with his jaw clenched. Derek sees him first and then I step into the light. Derek's eyes widen.

"Why is she here?" He snaps at Scott, making my heart crack.

"I'd suggest you to be a bit more grateful, Derek! Since she was the one who insisted on saving your life as soon as possible after she located where you were being tortured!" Scott snarls at him. I give him a soft smile. If there's anything Scott doesn't tolerate, it's the disrespect of his sister.

"I am grateful for that." Derek grits his teeth. He refuses to make eye contact with me. "But do you remember that she's human? She can't heal like us! What if something happens to her-"

"Look at me!" I snarl at him. "I'm done sitting safely in my house while a crazy werewolf hunter tries to hurt my brother and my-"

I break of mid-sentence. My? Derek? Mine?

"You!" I grit out. "And don't even get me started on that crazy alpha wandering around beacon hills." He's looking at me now, his eyes full of emotion, a rarity when we talk about Derek. "You need me, Derek. Admit it."

I don't give him a chance to speak and step up to him, removing his cuffs. Once I free his hands, he doesn't move, just keeps them on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. He touches his head to mine and says, "You have no idea how much I need you. I need you to control myself. You're my anchor, Sarah McCall."

"I thought your anchor was anger." I tease him playfully. He kisses my head. "That was before I met you."

"Can you two stop? I don't wanna vomit here." Scott says from behind me. "Derek, we need to talk to you. About Peter."

I try to move away but he holds my hand. "Derek, you cannot support Peter. You cannot be with him." I warn.

"If he's going to kill the Argents, I will." He says firmly.

"I'm not going to let you kill Allison!" Scott shouts at the top of his voice. "What is wrong with you, Scott?" Derek snarls at him exasperatedly, "She is from a family of hunters! Do you know what hunters do? They. Kill. Us. You're not in love, Scott! You're 16 years old!"

I flinch at his loud voice and he gives me an apologetic look. It feels like he's trying to explain that to himself other than Scott.

Scott is comtemplating and looks confused. "What if I told you, Peter was the one who killed your sister to become the Alpha?"

There is a shift in the air. I can feel it even without the wolfish senses. Derek's demeanour changes, and his eyes get darker till the shine into a vibrant blue.

"Derek," I whisper to him, "Calm down." The blue fades from his eyes but he still looks angry.

After we escape from there, I first take Derek to his loft to take a look at his injuries. Most of them are healed, but not all of them.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you." He says quietly as I patch up one of his injuries. "I know you were just looking out for me."

"Looking out for you is an understatement. I had gone mad with worry." I snort.

"I'm sorry." He says again. I don't reply.

After he's all patched up, we start thinking of a plan to catch Peter.

"Wait, you're not accompanying us, are you?" Derek asks me, wide-eyed.

"Of course I am. You idiots will mess everything up without me." I say promptly.

"Sweetheart, you probably don't want to hear this, but-" Derek sighs, "It's too risky. Peter won't stop at anything to get what he wants."

"And I will remain careful." I assure him. "You don't have to babysit me, Derek. I can take care of myself."

"I know," he hugs me, "I'm just worried about you. You're one of those few people I actually care for."

"How much do you care for me, hmm?" I tease him as we separate. "This much?" I hold my fingers with a little gap in them. "This much?" I widen the gap. "Or this much?" I hold my arms apart, gesturing to the space between them.

"This much." He says and his lips crash down on mine. I've never kissed him before, and kissing him feels surreal. He kisses me passionately and lovingly, like his entire world is me. I kiss him back with all the care and passion I've felt for him since the day I first saw him near the Hale house.

It feels like his lips are made for mine, and I sink into the kiss as I rejoice the feeling of us being together.

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Just A Nightmare

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Summary/request: Reader has some trauma from recent empire reconditioning that she is scared to face, but Cal is determined to help her through it

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, nightmares, mentions of torture, mentions of blood, problem avoidance, contention, mentions of scars, mentions of being shot. I think that’s all?

This is a request from my friend, so here you go girly, please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes l hate English.

You stared at the woman opposing you so close that you could easily reach out and touch her. She had a wicked grin and a shiver ran down your spine, her bright yellow iris’ felt as though they stared directly into your soul. The woman was you. 

A bone-chilling cackle rang out into the void around you and she leaned in close to your face, whispering a mere few words under her breath that made your heart drop to your stomach. 

“You can’t keep me away forever Y/N” 

Your eyes shot open with a start as your breath heaved from your lungs, you sat up in bed and placed a palm over your racing heart. You slid your legs over the side of your bed and leaned your elbows on them, dragging your hands over your face as you tried to calm your acute nerves. It was just a dream, it's okay, we escaped, she can’t get us anymore. You said under your breath as though trying to make yourself believe it. 

You inhaled sharply as you heard your blast door open to be met with a worried elder Jedi “You alright Y/N? Could hear you tossing and turning from the kitchen” she asked quietly as she leaned on the doorframe, crossing her arms. You huffed out a breath as you looked at your hands, picking up the dirt you’d accumulated under your nails from your earlier adventure. 

“Uhm yeah, just a bad dream I guess,” You looked up and gave her a weak smile, and she gave you one in return, you saw her glance at the sleeping night sister in the bed across from yours and motioned for you to follow her before turning and walking back down the hall of the Mantis. You stood and stretched your sore aching muscles and walked out of your shared quarters then down the hall following Cere. 

There was a dull pain in your thigh from where you had gotten shot earlier that burned while you walked, Cal had given you one of BDs stims after the encounter but the pain still lingered underneath the pink scar. 

You fell onto the plush couch in front of the holotable and rested your chin on your hand while rubbing over your sore thigh with the other. You looked out of the open Mantis door to see Bongano, they must’ve wanted to get off Zeffo after your and Cal’s encounter with that Inquisitor sister. You sighed as cere set a cup of some steaming beverage in front of you and then sat across from you with her own drink. 

You felt her eyes on you as you sipped the drink, you finally looked up and sighed. “Just say whatever you wanna say Cere,” You said and she laughed under her breath looking out at a bogling playing in the mud. 

She chuckled under her breath and sipped her drink again. “I was wondering about your exploring yesterday, Cal was brutally vague when I asked about it after he left you in your room,” She asked and your jaw clenched at the mention. 

“It was pretty good until the Inquisitor showed up, she was really annoying,” you said nonchalantly, as though she didn’t almost trigger a full-blown anxiety attack for you. 

Cere rolled her eyes and set her cup down to fold her hands together on the table “And you don’t think she might’ve caused your nightmare last night?” She asked hesitantly, knowing what it was like to go into the inquisitors reconditioning. 

You shot her a glare “Cere stop. We’ve been over this-” You were going to continue but you heard a blast door open. You looked over to see Merrin yawning as she walked down the hall, reminded that other people also were on the Mantis you closed your mouth. Merrin smiled as Cere scooted over to give her room next to her, she happily sat and smiled at you. 

“Morning Merrin,” you said curtly and returned her smile. 

She yawned again “Morning, Cal gone out already?” She looked to Cere, whom nodded. “And I assume Greez is sleeping?” She inquired as you gulped down the rest of your drink. 

Cere shook her head, “Actually he's outside, doing maintenance on the Mantis, said something about how we’re ‘gonna be the death of him with all this adventurin’” She quoted him and they both laughed, you stood up and smiled at them both. 

“Well If Cal’s gone out already I should go get some training in, would hate to have him show me up next time we spar,” you commented before excusing yourself to your room to get dressed. 

-

As you pulled on your shirt you heard a knock on the door, you looked over and made sure your shirt was on properly before speaking “Come in!” You said as you grabbed your lightsabre and clicked it on your belt, you heard the blast door open and looked over to see Merrin standing in the doorway. 

You smiled as you sat down on your bed to pull on some boots. “Hey Merrin, what's up?” She stepped into the room and walked to sit on her bed across from you. 

She sighed and you looked up at her, raising your eyebrow “Are you doing okay?” She asked nervously, as though she wasn’t allowed to know. “I know you didn’t sleep well last night,” she said and you smiled at her. 

“Yeah, but it's alright, it was just a nightmare, nothing I can’t handle,”  You slapped your hands on your knees and stood up “I'm sorry if I kept you up last night, and for making you worry” You smiled and she nodded before you left, walking back into the main room of the Mantis to find Cere still sitting where you last saw her. 

“Y/N please-” She started when she saw you but you hurriedly started walking down the ramp into Bogano’s warm humid air. 

“No Cere. I don’t wanna hear it” You spoke sternly as you heard her get up to follow you. 

She huffed as you stepped into the mud and she stopped at the top of the ramp, “Okay I get that, but Y/N please will you at least talk to Cal? He’s worried about you too, he told me you’ve been pulling away from the force since he came and rescued us from Nur” She pleaded to you as you continued walking away, refraining from answering her. 

-

When you were out of the Mantis’ view you stopped and sighed, lifting your hand to run it over your face. You pulled your hand away and looked down at your arms, you ran your other hand over the small pink scars that crawled down your arm like lightning. You shivered at the vivid memory of the feeling of being strapped to that cold chair. Feeling your body light on fire as the Second Sister instructed a droid to electrocute you every time you didn’t answer a question to her liking. 

As much as you hated it you knew Cere was right. You had been pulling away from the force since then, refraining from using your lightsabre unless absolutely necessary as well, which Cal had often pestered you about when you ended up in a tight situation. You knawed on your lip as you thought about how close you were to breaking, to abandoning everything you had been raised with just to stop the pain. 

Tears pricked your eyes as you thought of what Cal might think of your confession, he would probably get upset and talk some nonsense about how terrible they are. You felt dizzy as the thoughts overwhelmed you, so you sat down unceremoniously and crossed your legs, before resting your head in your hands and trying to calm your breathing.  

You huffed as you looked up to see a bogling scampering by and you smiled at the peace, you flexed your hand and sighed, ‘maybe I should meditate’ the thought flashed through your mind and you felt a tightness in your stomach. You knew you should, but It terrified you, the thought of having to face the memories, the darkness that threatened to consume you whole. 

You bit down on the inside of your cheek and placed your palms on your knees, remembering your padawan days when your master would make you sit for hours trying to teach you the art of force meditation. You almost laughed, you could practically hear the pestering motherly tone she used whenever you complained that you were going to fall asleep if you sat there any longer. 

You inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh soil around you. The smell reminded you of Cal, he always smelled like some mix of dirt, grease, and sweat with all the adventures he found himself on. You felt warmth bloom in your chest as you recounted all the time you spent together since Prauf introduced you to him on Bracca. All the trauma you helped him get through, and what he had helped you with in turn. 

You remembered how tentative he was to you that first night out of the facility, letting you stay in his room with him after not wanting to say alone in your room, seeing as how Greez and Merrin were on a run into a market for some supplies for the coming days. 

Images of the cold barren room flashed through your mind, causing your jaw and fists to clench. You could vividly recall the cold metal clamps holding you down as you thrashed against the empire's torture device. The feeling of your throat being so raw you could taste blood, and despite that fact, your screams and cries would still pierce through the air and echo around you. You shivered, falling into the memory. 

Pain. The burning sensation in every fiber of your being was the only thing you could think about. You knew you were screaming, you couldn’t hear it because of how loud your ears were ringing. But you could feel it. Your body thrashed against the device that held you down and sent violent shockwaves through your veins. You felt your chest heave as the pain subsided momentarily, and you heard the click of boots as someone paced in front of you. 

“Now, are you going to comply yet?” You heard the second sister sneer at you. A cough racked through you as you opened your eyes to the blinding light above you, you felt a coppery taste pool in the back of your mouth as you met the inquisitor's eyes, she stepped forward with a raised eyebrow. 

You choked out another cough and glared at her, “Go to hell” you retorted and spit a mixture of blood and saliva on the floor in front of her, she looked at the floor in front of her with a neutral expression, then back at you with a slight grin. 

“Very well, have it your way,” She said and turned on her heel, you didn’t get to watch her walk out the door before you were once again overcome with the all encompassing feeling of electricity coursing through you. 

You were pulled from the memory state when a hand grazed over your shoulder, your body moved before your brain could even comprehend what happened. In the span of about 10 seconds, you went from sitting to kneeling over someone's back with their hand pinned against their lower spine. 

You only seemed to realize it was Cal when BD jumped up on your shoulder and started beeping at you so fast you couldn’t understand him. You gasped and quickly clambered off of the ginger and started spewing words of apology. 

He sat up and laughed wiping mud off his hands and smiling sheepishly at you “Kriff If I’d known you were gonna do that I wouldn’t have tried to sneak up on you Y/N” he chuckled and watched as BD crawled off your shoulder and into your lap. “What are you doing out here anyway?” He asked with a soft smile playing on his lips.

You looked down at the droid in your lap and chewed on your lip “Just… thinking,” you said softly, and BD booped at you. 

Cal ducked down slightly to see your face and frowned “You should talk about it y’know,” He reached out and grabbed your hand from where it lay on your knee, he clasped your fingers in one hand and used his other to trace over the small scars you’d acquired through the years. 

You watched his calloused fingers brush delicately over your knuckles and then upwards over the new pink scars that dragged horizontally over your wrist and upper arm, and then traced back down on the vein-like scars that webbed down your forearm. A permanent reminder of how much they broke you. 

You sniffled as he kissed gingerly at your knuckles and looked up at you with a soft smile. “I know you hate looking at your scars, especially the ones from Nur. But they just show how strong you are, you survived and these show that” he said and lifted both his hand to place them on your face and pulled you to look at him. 

You laughed softly when you saw the determined look on his face to bring you out of the shell the empire had shoved you into. The look of pure love and admiration had you melting and you sighed, sniffling again. You felt guilty for being this way, you were supposed to be the strong one, the rock that grounded everyone around you. But now you just felt like a child, like you wanted to curl up in a corner and disappear from reality. 

You couldn’t be the rock anymore, and you didn’t know if you could make it past whatever this was. This was unlike anything you’d ever done before, even when you were alone after the purge and had to survive on your own. This threatened to consume you whole. You placed your hands on Cal’s wrists as you felt his thumbs lightly brush over your cheeks. Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you had to tear your gaze away from his. Instead, choosing to look down at your lap where BD stared back up at you, if droids could look sad then the way BD stared at you now would be the way to describe it. 

You choked out a sob as Cal shifted closer to you, pulling you into a warm embrace as BD scampered off your lap. Your hands balled into the fabric of his poncho at his sides as you rested your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, one of his hands on your lower back to secure you against him while the other cradled the back of your head. He placed soft kisses in your hair and allowed you to cry. 

He knew that things changed after Nur, he would be an idiot not to, but he also knew that your coping skills weren’t working and that the longer you waited to face the problem the worst it would become. He also knew that it was wrong to push you when you weren’t ready and that you would come to terms with it when you felt prepared. He's just glad he found you before you realized you couldn’t hold on to the false sense of peace anymore. 

You suddenly pulled away and looked up at him with teary eyes, you sniffled and started spewing nonsense “I'm sorry Cal- I thought I could handle it- a-and I-” you ranted, but he shushed you and he smiled sweetly, pulling the hand from behind your head to wipe stray tears off your cheek. 

“It's okay, you’re okay. I understand, and I’m here for you alright?” He spoke softly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck playing with the collar of his poncho and the hairs at the base of his neck. You looked up at him to see him already watching you, with a small smile tugging on his lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on his face, his hair awry and muddy, the flecks of dirt littering his face, and best of all the infatuated look on his face. 

He couldn’t help but join in your contagious laughter even though a confused expression crossed his features “What!?” He cried out in laughter as you pulled him close to you again. His brows furrowed as he looked at the droid who stood idly by, who just beeped at him in similar confusion. 

“Nothing!” You hummed as you turned your head to look at BD as well, “Your just a dork Cal” you said and squeezed his midsection, you both laughed as he pulled your face back and smiled mischievously before leaning backward to lay down and pulling you with him in the mud. You squealed as he wrapped his legs around your waist to keep you pinned against him to pepper your face with kisses. 

“Yeah but I'm your dork!” He cheered as you tried to push him away. BD-1 paced around and beeped furiously, clearly not understanding what was happening. Your fit of laughter died down as you fell limp against Cal’s chest your ear resting over his heart, your eyes falling closed as he lulled you into a calm peace. His hand lightly rubbed up and down your back reassuringly and his heartbeat reminded you that he was here this time. That you didn’t have to do the hard things alone anymore. 

You turned your head to look up at him and smiled, seeing him look at the soft blue of Bogano’s sky. You smiled, lifting your hand to trace softly over his face, his eyes falling shut as your index finger ran over the scar across the bridge of his nose. 

You sighed and leaned down to place a kiss on his collarbone, and smiled letting out a soft “thank you Cal, I needed this,” You weren’t quite sure if he heard you at first, but when his hand on your back stopped its motions and squeezed you against him, you knew he heard you. 

His eyes opened slightly to smile at you once more, “I know” he said smugly and you sat up shoving off his chest and making him jump with a roll of your eyes. 

“Oh shut it you” You slid off him as you both started in a fit of laughter, his laughter died down as he sat up to give you puppy eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever rolled your eyes so hard in your life, but knowing exactly what he wanted you still leaned over to place a sweet kiss on his lips anyway. Your troubles fell into the background for the moment as you bathed in the radiance of Cal’s pure joy. You figured that those nightmares wouldn’t bother you again for a while, and if they did, you were sure your favorite Jedi would jump in to return the light to your soul. 

Damn, of course Cere was right, she always was.

-

Hello! I hope you enjoyed it! And thanks so much to everyone who made requests I will get them posted ASAP! Have a blessed day or night, dear readers!

[walder-138]

Hey Pooks! ♥️ Here for the funny ask game for any of your OCs!

🚗 - “who are they on a road trip?”

🧃- “do they drink apple juice? (That’s not a metaphor for anything i just mean normal Apple juice)”

🫵 - “IF you met them IRL what would you do? what do they say to you?”

🏛️- “they’ve suddenly become President of the moon. What do they do?”

Heyo pookie bear! It’s nice to see you again!!!!

(🚗) Oz is the driver. Hands down, no doubts about it. He would double check to make sure everyone has gone to the bathroom, and he will NOT stop the car until they get to a rest stop. He doesn’t wanna hear about how tired or hungry or how much you need to piss, he will not stop the car once he gets to the highway.

If you have snacks, you best believe Oz’s gonna do that hand-bowl thing at you. Chances are he did pay for it, AND he’s paying for gas, and he’s driving the car… yeah, give him a handful or two. Or three. Or four. Or all of it. Would also ask for a sip of your drink, then precede to drink half of it.

Abbey is the substitute driver and overpacks for the road-trip. It’s like she expects that the car will crash, someone to get shot, a bridge to collapse, and the police to start chasing them. She shoves so much shit into the car for an 8-hour trip that they can barely fit any people in it. Abbey would definitely the most responsible person in the car, and would make sure the driver rests when necessary.

You would never get bored in a car ride with Abbey. She’s got everything. If you complained, she’d hand you a kaleidoscope. If you were hungry, she’d give you a bag of chips. Abbey will play rock paper scissors with you. She wants everyone to have a good trip, and somebody being in a mood’s gonna fuck that up.

Annika starts genuinely tweaking after about an hour on the road. After the realization hits that she’s gonna have to stay still for 8 hours, the moment she starts acting up. Annika would torture everyone in the car for no reason other than boredom. The driver would kick her out or put her in the trunk.

You better hope you aren’t sitting next to her or she’s gonna put a wad of chewing gum in your hair. Better yet, get her a book or to distract her for about 15 minutes as you pray to whatever God/s you believe in that she falls asleep.

(🧃)

Oz: “I’m not fucking five years old.”

Abbey: “I love apple juice.”

Annika: “Am I allowed ferment it?”

“No? Well fuck you too then.” (yes)

(🫵)

Okay, if I saw a motherfucker that looked like him and was named Oswald walking down the pavement, I’d deadass cross the street. I don’t care how many cars are coming, I’d do anything to get as far away from him as possible. Even if we didn’t know each other, I’d still walk away from him. Oz is too unsettling.

“So ya like to play God, huh? Fuck around with mine, and everyone else’s lives? I can’t believe I let sum goddamned teenager drive my life like this. Well, guess it’s time for me to cut your story short. Was gonna have a boring ending anyway.” 😳 (I’m so dead) (the shit I put him through) (I think he had it worse than the other two)

I’d get along pretty well with Abbey. She’s nice, and tries to give everyone a chance. Even if I’m the reason for every bad thing in her life. I’d go on awhile, thinking that she doesn’t know who I am, until she’d grab me by the shoulders and stare into my eyes.

“You treat us as if we’re not real. As if we’re just figments of your imagination. Yet here I am now, skin, blood, and bones. I’m still here, you have not, and will not change. Our suffering is entertainment for you, and you call yourself a good person? You say you love us? If this is your love, then I’m happy I don’t know you well enough to see your hate.” (she grew up in a cult, so knows how to make people existential .) (she wouldn’t hurt me, but she will keep me up at night.) (She doesn’t like hurting people, but she doesn’t like being a doormat) (She’s usually such a sweetheart why-)

Same thing with Oz, I’d cross the street if I saw Annika. I could tell there was something off about her from that look in her eyes. That barely noticeable tremor and the thousand yard stare. Annika is a erratic, unstable, and unpredictable individual, I’d probably call 911 on her ass.

“You should have given me a redeeming quality. Something that I’ll see in your eyes that will make me not want to kill you, or some other peachy bullshit like that. You’re a writer, you should have consider these things! Dumbass!”

(🏛️) (💀)

Oz would immediately invest in anti aircraft weaponry as he knows the United States would be after his ass in about 2 days.

Abbey would probably end up selling the moon for money.

Annika would burrow underneath the surface of the moon as she believes somebody is going to try and assassinate her.

Thank you again for the ask!

[amazingmsme]

We absolutely want your version of events please and thank you

Thank you, y’all never fail to enable me, I love it

Warnings for mildly disturbing content, but if you saw Hey, Melissa you already know what you’re in for. & if not, then I guess warnings for kidnapping, torture, dub-con, & pet play (yeah this is one of the weirder nightmare time episodes)

So yeah, just so y’all know what you’re getting into

So when Melissa sees that Paul’s not really interested in her, she sets her sights on an easier target: Ted. She plays along with his flirting & invites him over with plans of keeping him

He takes her to dinner & while he’s in the bathroom, she drugs him to make things easier on herself. She strips him like we see in the episode & I feel like for the first time that he wakes up, he’s just tied up with a leash instead of in the cage. At first he thinks this is just some very kinky & abrupt foreplay, but the way she’s talking so sternly & seriously lets him know that it’s more serious than he thought. He starts apologizing for everything he’s said & done to her & she just keeps shushing him & telling him to “stop barking”

Replace the taser with a shock collar to keep him in line. & instead of, um, that fucked up shit she did to his fingers, she took a sharpie or some paint & drew on the paw beans. She was especially cruel when she got to his feet, ignoring his begging & cooing at him like the “cute puppy he is” & just kept asking if he had ticklish paws

If she catches him walking around, trying to use his hands, or other “human stuff” she uses the shock collar

From there, it’s a lot of the same stuff with keeping him locked up & feeding him dog food

Melissa finally manages to trick Paul into coming over & she manages to knock him out & put a collar on him & everything. Paul still remembers that she likes cats & meows trying to be set free, but really it doesn’t change too much. He still gets the bean treatment because this version isn’t painful. Since he’s a cat, I feel like she’d also draw whiskers

It took a few days for Ted to find where she hid his phone, but he had a ton of missed calls & texts from Peter asking where the fuck he is & he’s already got a missing person case for him (not that they give a shit, this is Hatchetfield, people go missing every day!) but he calls him & tries to explain what happened. Peter is freaking out & says he’s gonna call the police & Ted tells him not to because then it’ll end up in the papers & all over the news & “he’d rather be dead in some chick’s apartment than the laughing stalk of Hatchetfield” & says he’ll make it out on his own “when the time is right” whatever the hell that means

Peter is worrying himself to death & his friends are just laughing it up making jokes & memes at every opportunity

It’s all fun & games until Richie’s uncle goes missing SHUT UP GUYS IT’S NOT FUNNY!

Melissa still invites her friends over to play with her new “pets” & this time they tie them up to make sure they can’t get away (they have plans & they know they’ll get too squirmy)

& yeah Ted’s Ted so he kinda wants to see where this is going because hey, this many girls have never wanted him at once! But on the other hand paw, Melissa is fucking crazy & he wants to escape with Paul, he just wants these girls to have some fun first

The girls are so fucking teasy it’s unreal, & they brought some tools to help them like those fluffy cat toys, (keeping with the theme I see) makeup brushes, feathers, electric toothbrushes, etc. to keep the fun going!

It starts out slow & simple enough with the girls cooing & stroking them. Paul is scrunching up & trying hard not to giggle, but Ted doesn’t have the same luck because of course where do they fucking go first? His belly

Ted holds out for as long as he can, but their touches are light & they have long nails & it’s just so much harder than it looks! & once they get one laughing the others wanna hear Paul break down & they get him to crack when they bring out the feathers

When Paul giggles they’re like “awww listen to the kitty purr!” & while they tickle Ted’s stomach & he undoubtedly thrashes around, they tease him like he’s a dog shaking his leg & just ask repeatedly “aww you poor thing, does that tickle? Did we find your tickle spot?”

They play around with the different tools they brought & all the while just baby them like they’re cute little sensitive pets. & trust me, they take their time & they make sure to make their teases as flustering as possible. Melissa even has “muzzles” gags for when they get “too loud”

The girls eventually get bored & watch a movie or something & end up falling asleep. In their earlier excitement, Melissa didn’t latch the ton of locks on the front door, & they managed to escape

When they finally get back to work, they’re both SO jumpy around Melissa is hilarious. & they’re both trying to warn Bill & he doesn’t believe them at all because she just seems like such a sweet, normal, innocent girl!

& like I said, I’m a paulkins truther, so in my version Paul doesn’t come crawling back to be her poor little meow meow. Ted might tho, he’s gotta think it over first

[moondragon618]

so I’ve been telling my friends about the dsmp right. and I got to post prison break. And. Just rewatching all the animatics and hearing that scene again (because I hadn’t properly watched it/heard it since the stream itself) just GODDD CHILLLSS WHJDJWKDJWIEN

just the subtle little like. “Don’t hit me :)” like how a parent would say to their child, also seen when he says “oh, how did you earn [the axe of peace]?” Like. BRO. and then obviously him thinking that Tommy got q to torture him and him wanting revenge, the fUCKING KILL YOU AND REVIVE YOU AGAIN MOMENT- HOLY SHIT SHMRIWKDJEKWNEE

I am just. so normal about them.

OOOHHH YES I love this one- that "Hey, Tommy. You looking for something? :)" and "Hey, welcome back to exile! Welcome back! Welcome! You're back at home :)" fucking AAAAAAA like that's their first time really interacting in like almost a year. That's the first time c!Tommy has seen c!Dream since he killed Ghostbur and the first time they've directly interacted since c!Dream murdered him. AND THEY'RE IN FUCKING LOGSTEDSHIRE and c!Dream is just casually saying that shit like wtf is wrong with him lmaoooo

And that "I'm not gonna hurt you... yet :)" in that fucking voice holy shit and after the "Don't hit me :)" when c!Tommy says "Stop speaking like that-" like FUCK-

And "Hey Tommy, you wanna drop your items into a hole? :)" and "No! No, we don't do that anymore Dream, alright?!" and "You could die right now, and no one would know. No one would know, and no one would care :)" and then c!Dream like referencing the beach party like omfg he's literally toying with c!Tommy. It's like he said in the Disc Finale, he's playing with his food :)

And "I'm not gonna let you die, I can bring people back!" and c!Tommy's "This isn't happening, this isn't happening-" and "You're living forever, you're gonna be immortal, you're gonna be immortal just for me to fuck with you every single day, Tommy :)" like holy fucking shit that is horrifying beyond words.

And then that "No no no- l-let go of me-" like.

What the actual FUCK bro.

And this was my introduction to c!Prime and the dsmp in general btw I saw this and was like FUCK everything except whatever tf is going on here lmaooo

And yeah the "And maybe I'll kill you again :) And then I'll revive you and I'll kill you again and I'll revive you and I'll kill you again and I'll revive you and I'll kill you again :) :) :)" is just. Yeah :)

Anyway yeah Logstedshire Confrontation my beloved <3

[giggly-squiggily]

I want to hope on the bully Chigiri train! I feel like Chigiri like watching BL Kdramas and only so he could understand it better, he became fluent in Korean. Team Z has gotten on every nerve in Chigiri’s body and he absolutely lost his shit and cussed them out in Korean. Now I know most people be like when someone yell/cuss them out in a different language they be scared, but me personally I be laughing because I don’t know what you’re saying and it’s amusing to me. I feel like Bachira would be the same way and try to get Chigiri to tell him what he said, but Chigiri is refusing, soo TICKLES!!! And because it’s Bachira and we know Isagi is a complete and utter simp for him and Bachira be walking him like a dog and got him eating out of the palm of his hand and and, okay I’m going to stop. I just made this BachiSagi. ANYWAY Bachira dragged Isagi in it and Kunigami is OBSESSED with Chigiri’s laugh and smile and will use whatever opportunity he has to see it DOESN’T pass up the chance to partake in the torture Chigiri party

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

Ooo, this is so good!!! I love the idea of Chigiri wanting to learn a new language; it reminds me of when I was in Spanish class and how we'd watch this internet show to get an understanding on conversational spanish! :) I've gotcha friend!

In Chigiri’s defense- it was a slip of the tongue.

When he was in recovery from his ACL tear, he and his sister would watch K-Dramas together during rest days. She had a wide range of taste in them, everything from over the top scenarios to classic romance plots to everything in between. It was one of the only good memories he had associated with the injury.

It was also one of the reasons he decided to learn Korean. He figured it’d look good to any future colleges he applied to, and he wouldn’t need subtitles anymore when he watched. He wasn’t by any means fluent, but he could say a few phrases and sentences these days.

That’s what got him in trouble today.

~~~

“What did you say?” Bachira blinked, wide eyed and curious after the string of words coming out of Chigiri’s mouth. He had made it his life’s mission to pick on the redhead today- poking his sides while singing something about peaches.

“I said…” Chigiri blinked, eyes widening when he realized what he let slip. “Nothing, just-forget about it.”

“Was that Korean?” Bachira pushed, bouncing in glee. “That was Korean! When’d you learn? How much can you speak?”

“I told you, it’s nothing! Don’t worry about it-” Chigiri backed away, hitting the wall with a small yelp. “B-Bachira!”

“Now, Missy- I wanna know!” Bachira smirked before hopping forward, fingers digging into Chigiri’s sides, making him squeal and sink almost instantly. “Don’t be shy- tell me!”

“Nohoohoohohoho! It’s nohohoohhohothing! I shahahhahahid noohhohohohothing!” Chigiri cried out, cheeks reddening as he curled around the hands flying over his tickle spots. “Leheheheheht me uuhuuhuuhuhuhp!”

“What’s going on? Isagi asked as he and Kunigami came in, brows raised and smiles already on their faces upon seeing the sight. “Are we tickling Princess?”

“Nohohoohoohoho!”

“Yes! He can speak Korean! Get over here and help me figure out what he said!” Bachira encouraged, going for a knee and earning a squeal.

“Doohohoohohohn’t! No- Isahhhahahgi, Kuhuuhuhuhni! Stahhahahahhay bahahahhahhahck!” Chigiri cried, laughing harder when the two joined the fray. “Shahahahhvhe mehehehhhehehe!”

“Sorry, Princess- I’m too invested now!” Kunigami grinned, easily pulling Chigiri in his lap as the other two carried on. “Tell us what you said!”

“We want to know!” Isagi agreed, pinching along Chigiri’s hips. “I wanna hear you speak!”

“Peaches, peaches peaches peaches peaches.” Bachira went back to singing his little song, squeezing Chigiri’s knee with each lyric.

~~~

“Man, Missy can’t catch a break.” Raichi laughed, shaking his head at the four.

“I didn’t know he could speak Korean. What do you think he said?” Kuon asked, not expecting an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re so dear to me, else I’d murder you in your sleep.” The boys turned in shock, staring at Gagamaru.

“You speak Korean?” They yelped simultaneously.

“No, but I can understand it.” Gagamaru nodded, going back to puffing up his futon. “It’s how I watch all my K-dramas.”

[stargazer0001]

there is something deeply wrong with me but I dont know what it is

like bestie im not talented im traumatized. Im not wasting a gift im trying to keep myself from plunging a knife in my chest and bleeding out in my bed. Like void, please shut the fuck up.

but then when other people vent to me, even if I TRY to care, I just dont. Like im sorry. I want you to feel better. But wtf am I meant to do. Like sorrows, sorrows, but I cant even deal with my own emotions what makes you think I can help with yours???????? And then I TRY. I TRY to help knowing that I cant, I TRY to care even though I dont, I TRY to make it known that I want them to feel loved and cared for, but nothing works. And then I feel like a piece of shit who deserves to rot away in a corner for all eternity!!!

Oh and speaking of rotting away, SCHOOL. I can't pay attention. Like if its not interesting I just zone out and start questioning my reality. And then im like 'wtf are we doing now'. Its actual torture what. And when I TRY to pay attention and actually LEARN I literally just end up drawing on my paper or my mind starts to wander. BUT THEN THE FUCKING THINGS MY TEACHERS ARE SAYING MAKE NO SENSE!! LIKE GIRLIE HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KNOW WHAT TO DO IF YOU DIDN'T TAKE ME THROUGH A THOROUGH STEP MY STEP PROCESS HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO THIS. And then I DONT SPEAK UP BECAUSE I WOULD RATHER HAVE MY HAND CHOPPED OFF THEN SPEAK TO A TEACHER. Like. Then, everyone else seems to immediately understand everything?? Some people talk back to teachers??? Some people WANT to talk to teachers??? Who are you and how. Oh and then my classmates??? Literally horrible. I want them to die. Thankfully i have a couple friends in my classes which makes it a bit more bearable, but NO KEENAN OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS, STOP DANCING AND SCREAMING, STOP BEING SO UNBEARABLE, STOP BEING A DICK. LIKE DUDE I BET YOU DONT EVEN GOT ONE. LITERALLY STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE. And its this one certain friend group who is actually the WORST. Like im TRYING to pay attention and then all of a sudden one of these kids starts yelling at another, stuff is thrown, and nothing gets done. BUT THEN THE TEACHERS DO NOTHING. THEY DONT CARE. BUT THEN WHEN SOMEBODY ELSE TALKS EVEN ONCE ITS IMMIDIATELY PRINCIPLES OFFICE???? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE SOMEBODY PLEASE JUST KILL ME.

oh and then out of school isn't even better at all. I just want to waste away in my room. Everything always hurts and I just want to be with friends but I know that nobody can or wants to hang out with a sad waste of oxygen like me. And then when im trying to go to bed I just hear the crashing of glass, my parents having a screaming match, and then my mom going back to drinking her sorrows away while my dad continues to try and sleep. Like please im so tired just let me go into my happy place and attempt to die in my sleep. And then whenever its even around 6:00 my mom immediately starts acting drunk even if she's had nothing so what the fuck is up with that. And then she tries to gaslight me into doing things??? Like at this point im immune. I dont even give any fucks anymore because I tried doing that and it just got me hurt. So why even care anymore. So what the fuck is the point in trying to live laugh love when I just wanna off myself. Like no. Die cry hate is my new motto at this point.

and then, to top it all off, if I try venting ANYTHING to the one person I know who understands, he just asks 'oh, is it your time of the month?'

like please just kill me at this point. Take me out of the hell called living. Im so close to just dying please help.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hey there Peahen mom,

I don't know if you would but could you write a scary horror drabble involving dark!hex and dark!ophelia? Maybe like their torturing a prisoner since they work together? Please? For spooky month?

((Hello there anon dear, hope your well this evening. So you wish for a horror drabble involving the dark versions of Ophelia and Hex? Hmm, I think I can write something up. Just a moment.))

((Warning right now: This will included blood, gore, torture, death, etc. so if this is unsettling for you, don't read. Oh and Ophelia belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths ))

((With this said, here you go.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

It seems like a busy night today but it was not all that bad. Seems everyone was doing their own thing, including two other people. In a room, sobbing was heard in the room with someone chained up against the wall as they were panting in and out heavily.

"Oh stop squirming, your going to make us hit one of your organs if you don't stop that!" a girl's voice said while looking at the male.

"True, we can't damage anything too serious." another voice said but both looks to the crying sobbing male in front of them. He looked like a mess and yet he was in so much pain.

"P..Please...please it h..hurts...please just let me go. I don't wanna die. Please..." a man was begging the other that had him trapped like this but a sigh was heard with someone looking at a bloody knife.

"You know...hearing you beg like that is sorta boring now. Besides, we are not done. We still need some organs to sell and your going to give us a few more...." a male voice said to show dark Hex. He was looking at some tools near by with the other being dark Ophelia looking at some new ideas with her own self coated in blood.

"Hmmmm....oh, the list here says we are low of kidneys Hex. Maybe our friend can give us his." she smiled to look at him with Hex thinking seeing the guy squirming. "I mean, we already got a few bits even broken some bones to get them. We just need a few more...right?"

"Oh that's right..I'm sure he wouldn't mind..would you?" he walks over seeing the guy scared but he sees Hex close to show the blade near the guy's cut chest but it was cut open and pinned back by his skin. The ribs along with the muscle and tissue was cut away thanks to the two healers.

Even thought it was scary, the guy was still awake through this. He wanted it to end but they were trying to rip out whatever organs he could give. He shook seeing Hex look to see the Kidneys. "Ahhh, there they are.."he said smiling.

"W...wa..wait, wait wait wait no Don't-Auggahhhaa!!!!" the guy screams out feeling Hex rip out the kidneys from his body spilling more blood on the ground as Hex held one.

"Hmmm, looks healthy right Ophelia? These will sell pretty well in the black market. I already had some orders regarding kidneys but..these will work fine." he chuckled seeing a silver tray to set it down. She looks at it and examines the bloody kidney.

"True it do. We do need the other one though." she giggled as Hex smiled working to get that one. He ignores the man's scream in pain as he saw his two kidney's taken. He shook seeing this but he only sobs wanting to get out but his body was weak due to losing so much blood.

Of course Hex noticed but looks to him. "Hey, don't cry so much..you'll look worse if you do. Besides, your just like the others that do this when being harvested." He smiled but the guy was more scared.

"But why though? W..why are you doing this to me!? I didn't do anything!" he said but Ophelia crossed her arms looking at him.

"Oh? Then how come you tried stealing from one of the fractions? That's a no no friend and well...seems you tried to steal from one that you shouldn't mess with. But think of it this way..your body won't go to waste." she smiled looking innocent even if she was coated in blood.

"Besides, we plan to harvest every organ to sell to the black market. It's all going to be sold for lots of money so why not?" she giggled to the guy who was scared even more. They were seriously going to do this to him!? True, he did try to steal but he was not expecting this!!!

"Thought so....well, you'll be dead in a moment so please try not to move too much okay? We can't have any organs damaged while your being harvested." she said.

"She's right you know so please just relax...this won't take too long." he said as the guy now shook, eyes wide in horror.

"N..No! NO stay away from me you monsters!" he shouted as he even kicked Hex away in the face. The other falls back and yet, he only sits up to cover his nose. Looking angry, Ophelia walks over to grab the guys hair and stab him hearing him cry out in pain.

"Stop misbehaving dog!" she said seeing the guy crying more as he coughs blood up from the injury. It hurts so much but he got stabbed again but by Hex who was looking at him.

"That hurt but it's fine...harvesting is not that bad if the pig moves about." he said seeing the guy shaking. Even with him feeling his body losing strength he was twitching.

"P..Please..n..no more...no more.." he begs only for the healers to smile. They were just getting started as the other members were checking on what to hit next, screams of terror was heard from Ophelia's medical harvest chamber. Seems she and Hex were having a successful harvest.

[postsforposting]

>So not to stir the pot,

>because you're so mired by negativity and are stuck in it so constantly that even the slightest indication that your life and condition might not be shit

>Or are you just so deep in your pit

>Not to be a pot stirrer or anything. I'm not trying to pounce on or "blame" anyone for anything, and of course its difficult or impossible to get yourself out of that pit on a whim. But thinking and acknowledging is the first step.

>and they've also been the only people who I can openly and honestly talk about my real mental health struggles with when needed.

do i really gotta explicitly say "what the fuck" and point out the sneering judgement and bigotry and self contradiction here? "i don't wanna be a cunt but here let me be a bigoted denialist cunt" isn't an excuse for acting like a cunt. "false dichotomy" as previously said is not merely a charitable view of this, it's divine grace.

op is displaying the christian "hate the sin not the sinner" attitude.

you're mad that some people don't fart sunshine, and you're pissed off they won't come hear your fucking gospel to be saved from their sins of....having human emotions and being factual about their own lives. you know, like fundy christians do to their children. smile and praise the lord for every test of faith he sends you, lest you be sent to eternal torture in hell!!!!! even they let people talk about their struggles though. you are literally saying no one can talk honestly while claiming everyone can trust you. like. how do you not understand you're lying through your teeth?

fundy attitudes be like that.

tldr you can't handle being told no and you think you're jesus. you have a serious problem. i'm not joking. stop proselytizing. it's rude.

why do you think other people have an obligation to be happy about their suffering? people who have the flu aren't sunshiney manic about it, they get to lie in bed and moan.

why are you so threatened by anyone who doesn't enjoy suffering? why do you think people need to be thankful for their suffering and never speak of or ask for help?

you do, like, understand that just because you enjoy your life with whatever disease, that doesn't mean someone else....has the same experience as you? then again you think you're jesus so maybe you do literally think you know better about other people's lives than they do.

is it because you think that anyone who's worse off than you is going to be used as a justification to take away your rights? is it because you believe that anyone who needs help is a burden on society? then because disabled people are inherently burdens, so the rent in exchange is shooting sunshine out your ass, or you lose your rights? so that people will...what...like you, and not feel like they can abuse you? because being disabled means people get to just hate you so it's up to you to mitigate that?

fucking fascinating.

it's literally called a DIS ability. lack of ability. and like, depression and anxiety are real things, real disabilities, you do know that, right? ptsd is a thing people kill themselves over. you can't "first step" your way out of that. let alone out of having crushing chronic pain and disabilities that ruin your life, or whatever else you seem to think people can just...magically pretend they don't have if they give it a cute name.

you're acting like the church shuffling its priests around. if you don't look at the problem then it doesn't exist, hmm? if you're hateful enough then everyone you hate will be intimidated into silence and you can pretend you didn't do anything wrong?

is that why you're so afraid of people who don't hide how miserable they are? gee golly gosh, it's almost like if we let people have rights instead of being hateful cunts to them and forcing people to suffer EXTRA, the world would be so much nicer.

people can't "just" magically make their suffering stop. there's no "first step" to that. it's...literally why it's called a "dis-ability". even if it's temporary like a broken leg. even if we later find a magical cure, no one is obligated to suffer in silence. you wanting them to hide it is for YOUR comfort, not because you're jesus making their lives better. you're not different from everyone who thinks disabled people are choosing to be disabled, and are just crazy drug seekers, because they're just SO FUCKING LAZY.

you can, however, "First Step" your way out of acting like a cunt. that's wholly a choice, it's not a personality disorder or mental illness. your choice to not respect other people. even disorders are capable of saying "yep that was wrong and i'm sorry".

this isn't "caring" or "patient", you straight out declared you're intolerant of anyone different from you. we call that bigotry, no matter what flowery language you try to dress it up in.

you're entitled to your own space and your own ideas. hug boxes and lack of negativity are not inherently wrong. they're incredibly useful for many reasons. you are not, however, entitled to bigotry and hate. you are not entitled to claim other people are less. you are not entitled to claim you're jesus here to save us.

fun little aside: the thing about jesus is that, in order to "save" anyone, first he had to invent sin and evil. that's called a snake oil scam. there ain't no sin if jesus didn't make it that way. almost like he chose to be a cunt for shits and giggles, hmm?

Oh hey if I'm on a Hot Take streak this morning

So I see a lot of shit for the uwuified mental health language like "neurospicy" on here, which I get

But at the same time, I know people irl who drop terms like that all the time, and they've also been the only people who I can openly and honestly talk about my real mental health struggles with when needed.

So not to stir the pot, but let me ask this question. Do you actually think that terms like neurospicy and "autism superpowers" and all that package are bad or deeply frustrating and shoving out your real mental health struggles, or are you just mildly annoyed by it and it runs rampant in your brain because you're so mired by negativity and are stuck in it so constantly that even the slightest indication that your life and condition might not be shit is so alien to you that you construct a hot take about it?

Btw, this is EXACTLY the same way I feel about relentless negative trans spaces, like subreddits that shall not be named. Do "hug boxers" and nondysphoric trans people actually erase your struggles? Or are you just so deep in your pit that the slightest indication of trans joy feels like intense cognitive dissonance to you? Because I my indication, those people have provided the best, most patient, and most caring spaces to vent my own frustrations.

Not to be a pot stirrer or anything. I'm not trying to pounce on or "blame" anyone for anything, and of course its difficult or impossible to get yourself out of that pit on a whim. But thinking and acknowledging is the first step.

[dreamcatcherrs]

dating a faceless streamer/youtuber; mcyt x reader

+ this was a request, but it got deleted in my drafts ;-; sorry!

dream:

since he is also a faceless youtuber

he’s very understanding of keeping your privacy

and whatever reason you have to not reveal your face, he respects it

he knows what it’s like to have people tell him to face reveal

sometimes his voice will just appear in the back of your streams/videos

like in sapnap’s with the question about one direction

and chat is like, how long has he been here?????

the two of you would hint at a face reveal

and then after weeks brush it off like it was nothing

because you like to torture the fans, I guess🙄

because dream never has a face cam on

he has the perfect seat for you on his lap whenever he streams/films

and the same thing goes for when you film/stream; he’ll be sitting right next to you with his hand in yours or on your thigh

you’re known as the faceless couple

georgenotfound:

it really doesn't bother him at all that you’re a faceless streamer/youtuber

I don't see him as the type to post a whole lot of pictures with his s/o anyways

or something along those lines

so it wouldn't make a big difference to him

would just think it was funny to tease chat about knowing what you look like, when they don't

and then having them just hear you voice in the background of his videos sometimes

but not actually seeing you

he kinda likes that your relationship is more concealed

and that it’s harder for people to come at you when they don't know what you look like exactly, just because he’s dating you

because that would honestly be his biggest worry when revealing your relationship

so he’s happy that’s one less worry :)

sapnap:

does everything to not get people to beg for a face reveal

he doesn't want people to put that kind of pressure on you

especially if they go after you for it just because you're dating him

like, he will make a video about it if he has to

or tweet about it

the last thing he wants is for the fake fans to try and reveal your face or other things about you

when clearly that’s what you wanna keep private

that being said, he’d do so many streams with you

wether it’s gong against each other, or being on the same team

you always have so much fun together

even if you're literally in the same room together

if his face cam is on, he’d look over at you every now and then and send you a smile or some shit like that

there’s some pretty cute moments - expect a compilation

badboyhalo:

bad would be really proud to have an s/o who did youtube/streamed

and he would for sure help you out if you ever needed him to!

like with coding

or just general growth in your channel

wouldn't really care if you showed your face or not - whatever you're happy with makes him happy

he would just make sure that you never felt pressured to show your face

he knows people out there can be meanies

and come for you just because you don't show your face

and he’d always be there to talk to about it if it ever stressed you out

he would also make sure that you didn't hide your face because you didn’t like it or something like that

and if that was the case, you bet he’d be reassuring you

calling your all kinds of sweet things and show you lots of love

he takes lots of pictures of his two favourite girls

you and rat, of course (without showing your face, obviously)

technoblade:

he actually really likes that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

like, he doesn't notice how much he likes it

before he realises all of the times you'd sneaked some hand-holding while streaming, or shared little kisses when on mute wouldn't have been possible if you both didn't show your faces

you’d share these secret glances when streaming/filming together

and no one would even know about it

sometimes his chat hears a little talking in the background from you

but techno just brushes it off like you weren't sitting right next to him the entire time

and vice versa

he also just stays with you when you're working

sharing small touches and words

chat also notice eventually how much you gush over each other without noticing

it happens A LOT more than you realise

especially from his side🤭

wilbur soot:

okay so

I think wilbur would have a hard time not showing you off to stream every second of the day

he would just always talk about you and want you there with him in his streams

and miss your touch after 5 minutes of being apart

but would be totally respectful of you wanting to remain faceless

he would just talk to you from an angle where chat couldnt see you

but yeah, he loves that you do the same type of job as him

and most of all, you motivate each other on days where you can't be bothered to even get out of bed

you’re definitely that couple that everyone makes cute compilations of

and that everyone strives to be

chat loves you, what more can I say

corpse husband:

ANOTHER FACELESS COUPLE

the power you two hold over everyone is actually immaculate

you stream/film together all the time

just having fun and being yourselves

he would definitely ask if you could join the games he plays with others when streaming

and if that wasn't possible, he’d just get you to come into his room and be part of it that way

he teases you a lot on stream

both cutely and mischievously

and your viewers are like👀

while his chat is just going crazy

you share lots of giggles

like, seriously, the majority of the videos/streams consists of you two laughing your asses off

you two will forever be known as the faceless couple

even if you both face reveal, that’ll always be your title

skeppy:

zak will find a way to show you off no matter what

he just can't resist

the way his heart is always beating out of his chest because of you is just too much for him to not ever show you to the world

but of course with your consent only

he wouldn't ever pressure you or anything

but since you're only remaining faceless

you can expect LOTS of matching outfit pictures taken in the mirror

and just lots of pictures of you in general

with your face blocked out or not in view, of course

you'd always be helping each other with your setups or videos

and he’d want to introduce you to literally everyone he knows

especially bad

you don't necessarily stream/film a lot with each other

but you're always in each others’ company in some shape or form

he always mentions you in his streams

just small stories or conversations

chat can tell he’s head over heels for you

karl jacobs:

he's the most support person everrr

he’d always be celebrating even the tiniest achievements with you

you hit 2k subs? he’ll treat you to an expensive ass dinner

you hit 1 million subs? he’ll buy you a whole room full of filming gear to improve from your previous ones

you managed to finish that one video you've been struggling with? he takes you on a weekend trip to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go

he’ll beg you to join him in is streams

just so he can hold your hand :)

or laugh with you every once in a while

he doesn't need you to face reveal at all

your company is all that matters to him when it includes the rest of the world

I mean, he’s the one able to see your beautiful face all the time, so he can't really complain even if he felt like it

always tweets about you or tweets things at you that only you two understand

and everyone is like ?????

but you don't care :)

fundy:

fundy actually doesn't talk a lot about you in his streams or videos

mostly to avoid people leaving bad light on you in the chat

unless he’s in the same game as you, of course

which in that case, the first thing he’d want to do is find you and talk to you in the game

he’s very respectful of you keeping your face private

and tries his best to keep the pressure of a face reveal off your shoulders

especially if it’s happening in his or your comments

if it gets really bad, he’ll eventually talk about it on twitter or something like that

does tiktoks with you

only with your voice though

and posts manyyy pictures where you’re tagged, but only slightly in view

he doesn't really care about your face being a secret

as long as he gets to see it, he’s happy

quackity:

alex has so much fun making videos or going live with you

and obviously you have the best collabs

you’re the funniest couple on the platform and it shows

he would talk so much about you - like, telling embarrassing stories about you or some shit like that

or saying how clingy you are with him

and chat would be like AWW HE TALKS ABOUT THEM

and he's like “no”😤

but alex can't fool anyone

he’s in it for real with you🥴

and at times, he doesn't even try to hide it

especially when he speaks up about ho proud he is of you

and how people should respect your choice of remaining faceless to the world

but then he quickly moves on to his silly self again

with blushy cheeks ^w^

punz:

has you on his lap constantly

even when his hand-cam is on

nothing will stop him from making you sit on his lap while he’s streaming

he loves that he can rant to you about the problems he faces sometimes concerning his streams

because you get it

he’d teach you the games you didn't know of

and you'd teach him the games that he didn't know of

and then you'd stream/film together after learning the basics

he doesn't talk about you a lot on stream

but chat eventually figures out it’s because you're literally in the same room as him

and how do they find that out, you may ask?

well, your snores coming from his headphones made it very obvious to say the least

awesamdude:

sam knows what it’s like being a faceless streamer

so if you wanted, he’d give you all of the advice you needed

and if you ever considered face revealing, he'd totally help you!

you guys have matching setups 

you sometimes talk to each other across the room as you're playing the same game together

because it’s funny to tease chat that way

you’d be posting pictures on social media

that give off hints that you're with each other a lot

like, in one photo he’s wearing a hoodie

and the next day, you post a photo of you in that exact same hoodie

stuff like that

he also celebrates big and small achievements with you

wether it be you achieving them or him, you always celebrate together

eret:

matching. outfits.

STRAWBERRY DRESSES

PLATFORM HEELS

ahhhh chat would be going absolutely crazy at the fits you guys have sometimes

and you're always matching

as in always

he tells their stream that you have a matching crown like his

but that chat obviously can't see it on you because you don’t have a face-cam

she likes telling stories about you

like, memories they have of you two together

and he just always compliments you and praises you for your hard work on her streams

telling everyone how happy you make them

she also always invites you to join his streams because it means a lot to them that you're there :)

jack manifold:

jack is so excited about the fact that you're also a streamer/youtuber

it makes it easier to open up about your relationship online

because some people already knew you before you revealed you two were dating

though I feel like jack would kinda like the secrecy of your face online

just to brag to his audience about how he gets to see your face every day

but also because he likes that there’s more privacy for you

sometimes he’d pop into your room without knowing you were streaming/filming

and would just start talking to you while you giggled about how you were “kinda in the middle of something”

when jack realised what you meant, he’d hurry out of the room in an instant

you’d always be in each others chats/comments

showing what a supportive couple you were

he always raids you at the end of his streams if you’re streaming at the same time

tommyinnit:

tommy always forgets that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

and is sometimes sooo close to blurting out something he shouldn't

because he’s so used to seeing you, he just kinda forgets that no one else can

you always have to send him a text to “sToP TalKIng AbOUt yOu” so he doesn't accidentally reveal something

that being said, he literally talks so much about you

again, I’m bringing up that time he said that tubbo is so clingy

he says the same thing about you

but he’s really the clingy one, and it’s pretty obvious

you catch him saying things like “yeah, y/n is really cool”

or “guys, please don't say stuff like that to y/n”

getting all serious and shit🥺

he asks you constantly if you can join his vc

even when you're busy, he’s like “pay. attention. to. me😤”

it’s really entertaining sometimes

especially when his streams just consist of you two bickering the whole time

calls you his favourite woman

tubbo:

ahhh tubbo is so sweet when it comes to you

like, when anyone mentions you he just starts smiling

and wants to tell everyone about you

even if they already know you from your channel

he just can't help but ramble on about you

especially to tommy

he replies to all of your tweets

and you reply to all of his

you always feature each other on your channels/streams

and share a celebratory cake when reaching subgoals

sometimes chat notices similarities in your layouts

like a colour change

or a similar pattern

posts a photo of your pinkies intertwined

wearing matching bracelets you made yourself

and everyone finds it super cute<3

ranboo:

he would encourage you so much to join his videos

and wear the same type of outfit to cover your face with

but with a sense of yourself in it so you'd look similar, but not exactly like each other

you'd be matching outfits so often

doesn't talk a lot about you on his streams

apart from mentioning how short you are

but on TWITTER

that's a whole other story

his twitter has practically just become a fan account of you

he’s always in your comments

just to leave a :)

or a supportive comment

if you ever wanted to do a face reveal

he would do it with you if it meant making you feel more comfortable about it

or less nervous

you’re just very lowkey and cute

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