#reblog this or i will come steal your kidneys.

[angryschnauzer]

I realised two months have gone by since i last updated you all, i'm not even sure if anyone is interested anymore. I know i haven't been on much, perhaps sporadically coming on and mindlessly reblogging Henry stuff just for a little escape, but its intermittent at best. I had hoped to be back to writing by now, but life is still a huge pile of shit.

I'm run ragged trying to pay the bills. My wedding decorations business is halfway between slow and dead; the cost of living crisis means weddings aren't really happening, and if they are most of the items i do people are making themselves. My side gig in ebay flipping is quiet too but at least its trickling by. I don't mention this much as people get a lot of abuse over 'thrift store flippers' (Charity Shop resellers here in the UK), but right now its what's keeping my family fed. I buy clothing for £1 from the stinky dregs bin in a charity shop, wash it, mend it, resell it for £4. I'm not making millions or even thousands. I'm lucky if i'm bringing in £150 a week which barely covers our weekly food shop. Its draining that when i do eventually mention this to my friends they immediately start moaning at me that i'm the one 'ruining' charity shops and why its pushing the prices up. But when i calmly tell them its that or i don't eat they go quiet. I'm not the one pushing a 2nd hand coat for £25 which was only £20 brand new which most high street charity shops are doing. Do i like doing this? No. Do i have to? Yes. Because i sure as ain't cute enough for onlyfans.

But the majority of my time over the last couple of months has been spent caring for our son. He's 8 and has type 1 diabetes, and since school started back in September one little shit in his class has spent every waking moment bullying him. This little shit has been stabbing my son with pencils, poking him in the kidneys with whatever he has to hand, laughing and sneering at him at every opportunity even when he's just walking past. Having the adrenaline and cortisol in my son's bloodstream affects how his insulin works, and he builds up an insulin resistance because of all the other hormones in his bloodstream. I've had so many meetings with the school, and have had to get the board of governors involved because when your 8 year old kid says quietly to you "It would be better if i wasn't alive as then *Little Shit* wouldn't be able to bully me" your heart breaks into pieces.

He needs my support more than anything, so every single other thing has been put by the wayside. And its tough. He acts out at home, messes around with his dinner because he feels he needs to be able to control something, but that in turn messes up insulin dosing so i'm spending half the night dealing with highs and lows for his blood sugars. I get at most 5 hours sleep a night.

I have no more energy left. I'm not eating, because i just can't stomach it. I'm 43 and hitting menopause, but my doctor doesn't want to know because "You just need to loose some weight" (don't get be started on fat bias from the NHS).

So i'm filling my time with volunteering at school so i can be 'around' for my Little Dude. He knows that if he's having an awful day, he will find me in the office sorting through paperwork for our next fundraiser. Its not what i want to be doing, but its what i need to be doing.

One day i hope to get back to my writing. I miss being creative and i hate that i have so many stories part written/published. As the months tick by i actually end up seeing stories written by others that have the same characters/plotlines. This is no-ones fault that two stories exist on the same synopsis, it would just seem that they and I have taken the same inspiration from media at some point. But it makes me scared that if i now publish a story i started 2 years ago, i'll be accused of stealing an idea. I don't know what to do. So i just leave my WIP folder abandoned.

For everyone that has stayed with me thank you. For those that have moved onto pastures new, i wish you well and hold no malice.

I do love you all

Mama Schnauz

x

[almondarcade]

H. Shoe Crab, The Luckiest Man Alive

[drethanramslay]

A Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word Count: 1650 words

Masterlist

Warnings: None, its fluffy 🥰

Author’s note: Woah its been a while since I have posted and I truly apologize for the lack of content on my side🙈 But here I am, completely in my feels because its Christmas!! Merry Chrysler y’all. I hope you like this fic💓

I have decided to take part in @choicesweeklychallenge​ and the prompt is in bold-  “Merry Christmas, here's your gift.”

I am also taking part in @choicesdecemberchallenge and the prompt is Christmas

Song: I was listening to 80′s/ 90′s Christmas songs so you can do that as well

"Leah?"

Ethan's deep voice reverberated down the hallway as he placed his car keys in the funky bowl he had mixed feelings about.

"It will add some colour to our bare house, E." She had said as she patted his arm but all Ethan wanted to do was throw the abomination into the bay.

It was one of Leah's impulsive purchases in the local flea market which Ethan absolutely hated. While the vendor said it was some form of abstract art, it looked like a mangled kidney. At one point it may resemble a bowl but right now, the neon colours just made Ethan's head ache and itch to trash it.

It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?

"Ethan? I am in the living room." Her lovely voice floated towards him as he hung his coat on the hook and sighed as the warmth of the central heating engulfed him in a bubble of warmth and comfort.

Leah was busy setting up the moderate-sized Christmas tree they had near the gigantic windows through which moonlight poured in. The in-built fireplace was raring with a lovely fire, which cast dancing shadows all around their house- a comfortable and large place with plenty of sunshine and tranquility. It was located a little further away from the hustle and bustle of the city but at the same time, it was a mere ten-minute drive to the hospital.

Ethan found the house adequately decorated and was a perfectly acceptable accommodation but according to Leah, it was dull and in dire need of life. But sadly, the long strenuous shifts at the hospital didn’t give them much time to paint the walls or add Leah’s collection of trinkets.

But it has just been six months since we have shifted. I could always take her to IKEA during the three days off for Christmas.

As he walked in and took his beanie and gloves, he noticed that she was wearing his sweater and socks, which caused his lips to twitch with an amused smile.

"You stole my socks this time?"

She turned around and shot him an innocent shrug, an impish smile on her lips. "They are so much more comfier than mine."

He shook his head as he placed his messenger bag in its place. "At the rate you are stealing my clothes, I won't have anything to wear."

She answered without turning towards him. “You say it like it is a bad thing.”

Ethan rolled his eyes and replied, sarcasm lacing his baritone voice. “You would enjoy that, won’t you?”

She turned and placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight to her right leg. “I take this no clothes policy at home very seriously. You should start doing that soon my dearest husband.”

He chuckled lowly as he headed towards his wife.

His wife... He still couldn't get over the immense joy he felt when he addressed her that. The day when she said yes to be his, was one of the best days of his life. It was not a very big ceremony, only close friends and family had been invited. It was a mesmerizing, joyous and magical day which he could never forget.

The sheer contentment he felt when he looked at the gold band on his ring finger was a reminder of how their souls were intertwined forever and there was nothing which could compare to the rush of emotions he felt.

He placed his large hands on her waist and turned her towards him. She complied and looked up. A radiant smile made its way on her face which caused an onslaught of butterflies in the pit of his stomach. There won't be a day when he won't feel those butterflies when she smiled at him that way.

He reached to cup her warm cheek causing her to involuntarily shiver. "You are cold Ethan," She chattered.

"Care to warm me up?" He asked with a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Immediately Leah lifted to her tiptoes and Ethan bent down so that their lips could meet. It was a sweet kiss of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

She pulled back and her hands reached into his brunette locks and combed her fingers through them. "Now that you are here, can you help me with decorating the place?"

"You want to decorate the place? Isn't the tree enough?"

"Just putting on a Christmas tree and slapping some decorations isn't enough! We need to put up stockings, presents under the tree, streamers, candle-"

"Sunshine... That is way too much."

"No, it's not. It's not like we are lacking place in this dry and bare living room-"

"Minimalistic living is an important lifestyle!"

“No, it is a boring lifestyle. I have told you we need to add more colour-”

They bickered back and forth before coming to a compromise which consisted of setting up the tree, the stockings and a few candles here and there.

Ethan grumbled as he placed a red bauble on one of the branches. 90’s Christmas songs were blasting through the speakers to which Leah sang as she hung three stockings above the fireplace with Ethan, Jenner and her names on it. He stepped to the side, out of Leah’s way as she shuffled in with the fairy lights and a gigantic star.

Jenner was in a very merry mood as well. She followed Leah with what seemed as starry eyes, yipping and providing her input every now and then. As Leah wrapped the tree with fairy lights, Ethan stood on the side and watched the entire scene unfold, a smile on his lips.

The way their small family worked together... Made his heart burst with gratitude, happiness and love.

"E, could you help me put the star on top of the tree?"

Ethan was going to follow through but in the last moment, he lifted Leah, causing her to yelp. "Ethan!"

"What? I am helping you."

She shot him a dry look as she placed the star on top. "You think you are very smooth?"

"Only for you, love."

A gentle blush decorated her face as she awkwardly coughed and straightened the invisible wrinkles on his- their sweater.

I should make her flustered more often.

"Uhh… Do you want your gift now? I mean it's already twelve and technically it's Christmas." Leah asked, her eyes glittering like the inky night sky, an undertone of excitement shining like stars.

Ethan cocked an eyebrow, equal parts intrigued and wary. He nodded his head and Leah skipped towards the dining table as if eagerness provided a boost in her step. She reached for a paper bag with snowflakes printed on it and walked back towards Ethan.

“You might want to sit down for this.”

Uncertainty coloured his features as he took his place on the comfortable couch. “Leah… what is going on?”

“Merry Christmas, here's your gift. Open it,” She handed the bag to him and Ethan stuck his hand inside to find his gift. His fingers brushed against a smooth cloth which he clutched and pulled out so that he could scrutinize it better under the bright light of the room.

“Relax my dad is a doctor…” He read it slowly, his heart thundering against his chest, threatening to leap out as the realization set in.

“Sunshine…?” He looked up to see small tears on the edge of Leah’s beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“Yes.”

“I am going to be a dad?” He asked, disbelief laced as he held the onesie against his chest. He looked at her face then her stomach.

“Yes, Ethan.”

“We are going to be parents?”

Leah chuckled as happy tears slipped down her face. She nodded her head. “Yes, Ethan. We are going to be parents.”

In a split of a second, Leah was pulled into a crushing hug and spun, causing her to laugh and wrap her arms around his neck. “Ethan!!”

“Leah, we are going to be parents.” Ethan whispered to her as he set her down and gazed lovingly into those familiar earthy hues which had come to be his safe place- his home. Leah cupped his cheek. “Yes, E. We would be some bomb ass parents.”

He placed his hand on her lower abdomen, a grin on his face. “I don’t know what that means but I trust it means well. When did you know?”

Leah smiled lovingly and placed her hand over his. “I found out two weeks ago when I had been late for my period. I had a hunch since I had been feeling sicker than usual. I took a blood test and lo and behold.”

“Did you already do the ultrasound?”

“Nope, I was waiting to tell you so that we could go together, tomorrow morning- well technically today-” Leah continued to babble when Ethan interrupted her.

“Leah?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Ethan placed a chaste kiss on her lips, trying to convey all the emotions he was feeling. All the babbling thoughts on Leah’s mind died immediately as his lips engulfed hers in a passionate embrace. He rested his forehead against hers, his arms still around her. “Thank you so much, Leah… I am so blessed to have you and our little creation. I love you.”

“I love you too Ethan. I am so excited to start this new chapter in our lives together. I can’t wait to tell our family and friends.”

“Your dad is going to kill me.”

“Nah, he won’t”

“Well, I would for our daughter.”

“Ethan... we don’t know if it is a girl. For all, we know it could be a boy.”

“It is a fifty-fifty chance and I have a good feeling it is going to be a girl, sunshine. Can’t wait to spoil all my three girls.” Jenner barked in agreeance in the background causing them to laugh.

And for the rest of the night, they celebrated their Christmas miracle in each other’s arms.

I hope you liked it and it certainly was uncharted territory for me to write married AU😅 

Love you all and season’s greetings

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

the moral of the Bad Art Friend/Kidney Donation story is that if you're going to talk shit about your incredibly obnoxious and narcissistic acquaintance behind her back, you should maybe not steal her recognizable life event for a short story you intend to publish, plagiarize her words, and then gaslight her when she comes around asking for an explanation

Because said obnoxious and narcissistic acquaintance WILL, in fact, recognize that shit and focus all of her time to the point of legitimate obsession making sure you regret that decision

In other news:

2923 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 01:04:43 GMT

#4

STUPENDOUS NEWS EVERYONE

TRUMP’S TWITTER ACCOUNT HAS BEEN PERMANENTLY SUSPENDED

WE ARE FINALLY FREE

3289 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 23:38:13 GMT

#3

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING ON THE FLOOR AT THIS PHOTO

4835 notes • Posted 2021-10-16 19:55:00 GMT

#2

I really want to emphasize the slightly ridiculous timeline of Bruce taking in children and how funny this has the potential to be re:Dick being the eldest, because I think it's really important that people understand that Bruce basically only has Dick around for like...11-12 years. Dick formally moves out when he's around 19 or 20, and roughly six months to a year later, Bruce picks Jason up. Dick and Jason never live in the same house at the same time, and three years later, Jason dies. So he gets 2 kids over a 15 (ish) year period, which doesn't sound too ridiculous, right?

Except then his adoption tendencies accelerate, because he picks up Tim and Cass within 2 years of each other (and Steph came as a package deal with both of them) and then finds out about Damian 2-3 years after that. Then we've got Duke, who (when you vaguely fit together timelines) enters stage left about 2-3 years after Damian.

So after a 15-year period with two kids, Bruce manages to pick up 4 1/2 others (counting Steph) within the 7-8 years afterwards. The sheer missed comedic potential of Dick being a grown-ass adult and then his dad decides to adopt a pack of kids within 5 years of him moving out is incredible. Dick went from being essentially an only child for his entire life to being eldest of 6, only one of which he's ever actually lived in the same house with, all because Bruce got Empty Nest Syndrome and went "well I raised one child to adulthood successfully. What's another 5 or 6 at the same time?"

7751 notes • Posted 2021-07-18 20:24:32 GMT

#1

In the past 7 days alone: 

Trump election fraud tape where he tries to convince the Georgia Secretary of State to “find him 11,000 more votes” comes out

Warnock & Ossoff win their Senate run off races in Georgia, making the US Senate a 50-50 tie between Democrats and Republicans and giving the Democrats an effective government trifecta

an armed mob incited by multiple GOP officials (including Donald Trump, Ted Cruz, and Josh Hawley) storms the Capitol building, resulting in at least 4 deaths, thousands of dollars of property damage, and the first time the Capitol building has been breached since the War of 1812

2nd impeachment proceedings against Trump are announced while multiple high-ranking government officials publicly urge Pence and the Cabinet to invoke the 25th Amendment

Elaine Chao & Betsy DeVos resign from Trump’s Cabinet

Daily coronavirus deaths in the United States top 4,000 for the first time

Trump gets permabanned from Twitter & tries to use the official POTUS account as a burner, gets immediately locked out, & runs through multiple other apparent burner accounts (which all get suspended). Meanwhile, multiple other social media sites preemptively issue statements that any account he tries to open on their platforms will be instantly suspended

Steve Bannon’s Youtube channel gets taken down

Parler gets taken down from the Google Play Store and Apple gives it 24 hours to enforce content moderation or face removal from the App Store

Rush Limbaugh deactivates his Twitter account

SNL's going to have an absolute field day tomorrow night

30318 notes • Posted 2021-01-09 02:26:14 GMT

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[llendrinall]

Hello so I just need some pointers and all.

I want to write a long fic and im not sure how to do research. Do you have any tips and tricks?

It depends a lot on where you are from and what you want to write, but you have three areas to explore.

1) Location. Google Earth is your friend for that. Even if you are writing about a fictional place, it can help you estimate time and distances between locations. I usually pick a base place and visit it with streetview to get a general idea of the number and height of buildings, distance between them, shops, etc. Sometimes I pick a house or create a house in an empty plot so I will I know how the place around “my” house looks. In Twenty-six, Draco’s house doesn’t exist, but it is placed at the end of Haverhill Rd, near four cute little houses.

You don’t have to mention everything you see, but it helps to get a feeling of the place. For example, suburban US has no shops whatsoever, just rows and rows of houses. The smallest the village in Britain the more likely it will just have a road with no sidewalk. Also British roads are considerably narrower than American and Continental. I suppose they must follow a standard, but the impression is that a single lane is somehow smaller.

(It’s the vegetation. The tree branches will almost touch the car).

2) People. Suppose one of your characters has a condition of which you have no experience. If it’s something medically recognized, then the first place to start is a health website like the Mayo Clinic to read about the symptoms. But to get an idea of how it is to actually live with the condition then you have to listen to testimonies. Associations and Foundations who do advocacy tend to have a preachy discourse that doesn’t really describe the everyday life. I prefer forums like reddit where you can read the actual words of people living with it. Sure, not all you read will be true, but you have the testimonies and the medical description and that gives you understanding of how they relate.

3) Culture/Society. The trick is not so much where to find information but knowing when you should do research. There is a quote by Borges, I think maybe quoting somebody else, in which he says that you know you are reading the Quran because there is no mention of camels. What this means is that if you are writing a fic set in Britain, you have to mention the toast.

What toast? You see, we all know that the UK drinks tea. Tea, tea, tea. If you are writing a story set in Britain, your characters have to drink tea. And because you are dutiful writer you have them hold a cup of tea* at all times.

But they will also be eating toast, which is the National British Food nobody told you about. Forget about steak and kidney pie, forget about fish and chips. Great Britain lives on toast, small packets of crisps (salt and vinegar) and, occasionally, read beans. That’s it, that’s the food. They won’t mention it because toast is their camel and they don’t’ see it, but you will.

* What that’s asterisk next to the tea? A reminder that cultural items never come in one brand. Yes, British people drink tea, but since it’s such a huge cultural statement there is a lot of nuance. Tea with milk and sugar is categorically different from plain black tea. Tea is a class statement, just as sauce and burger ingredients are a geographical statement in the US.

This may seem overwhelming, but since you are telling a story rather than writing a spy report so an agent can go undercover, you don’t need to get every single detail right. Just keep in mind that if you are mentioning a cultural staple there will be some nuance you have to research. And if there are any camels in the story, it most likely will be the ones you brought along with you.

Some common camels

(If people want to add more in notes/reblogs, all the better): drink sizes, form of payment (cash/card and also card swipe or chip), medication packaging, medication doses!, public transit, walk or drive?, lunch times, lunch prices, shop hours, and of course camels and other animals, people outside American don’t have squirrels stealing their lunch.

There you go!

[cherry-punk]

HELLO EVERYONE !! I’m not sure if any of you guys remember me - it’s been quite some time since I’ve been active on this blog! If you do remember me tho, then surely you remember my cat Nala, who I talked about a LOT on this account and my previous account @ghoulifiedbitch .  Well I’m back with a mixed bag of good news and bad news. Nala is 16 years old now here in 2020, and recently I’ve found out that she has stage 4 kidney disease. That’s not good, yo. The good news is that it could still be very slow progressing, and there are medications and treatments available to keep her as happy, comfortable and stress-free as possible while our little goddess is still in our mortal realm with us. 

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE: 

For testing alone, I’ve already spent roughly $500 usd at the vet, which has been worth every penny no doubt. Unfortunately, I work in retail - at Kohl’s, which pays less than both Mcdonald’s or Walmart at just $9.50 hourly - and I also have an $800 dentist bill coming up in fillings, due to all my teeth having cavities (and 2 being completely gone or pulled, thanks teenage depression + mountain dew). The upcoming visit only covers 4 of my teeth though, so I’ll be in financial distress with my teeth for a LONG time despite how URGENT it is that I fix them asap.  What does this all mean? It means I still have an undetermined amount of vet bills coming up, and several hundreds of dollars of dental work coming up as well. I don’t like asking others for help, but when it comes to my baby girl Nala I am absolutely throwing all my pride out the flipping window - please help me manage her vet bills so that she can stay happy and comfortable, and so that I can also take care of my own body and bones. If you can’t afford to give money, PLEASE reblog our post so that others who can give will be aware and possibly lend us a hand. 

Our Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/anonymouscat Our Paypal: Paypal.me/Paykittymoney

Also feel free to ask any questions and to send us your love, vibes, or prayers.

I’ll likely make a new post/reblog showcasing the actual paperwork as proof that I’m not here to steal money from other down-and-out folks, but I didnt want to include it in this post for the sake of space (dont want anyone scrolling away because of the length, rip)

[rosemary-morgan]

John Marston X F.Reader: The sky in her eyes - Part 3

(pictures found on pinterest. John Marstons picture belong to @gangofgunslingers​ 🖤)

Hello lovely ones (✿◕‿◕✿)

Here comes the third part of “The sky in her yes” 😊 I hope you all will enjoy this chapter. Thank´s so much for all the likes, reblogs, and comments. Thank you so much dear ones 🖤🖤 Means a lot to me!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 4

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The sky in her eyes - 3

You couldn't believe you were really going to do it. Just thinking about it embarrassed you profoundly, yet you had no choice but to get money this way. You were so nervous, and tried to hide your fear when you bought a train ticket at the station. None of the passengers would assume that a young woman like you intended to rob a train.

Where did you get the two dollars to buy a ticket? Well, you were begging. You actually asked passersby to give you money, and it took a lot of effort to overcome, but that was your only chance to carry out your plan. You were wearing a hat with a black veil in front of your face like you would at funerals. You didn't want your face to be recognized.  "The train leaves in fifteen minutes, Miss. Wallace Station." "Thank you." The words came weakly out of your mouth. Of course, you felt bad, but you had to ensure your survival. "My condolences, Miss." "Thank you, Sir." The man who sold you the ticket assumed that you were grieving for your loved one. Well, that wasn't entirely wrong. You still hadn't dealt with your parents' death. With a soft sigh, you sat on an empty bench. You had no idea how your life would go on. Your palms were cold and sweaty at the same time. You were very excited, afraid of the consequences that would come to you. You felt how difficult it was to breathe calmly. It felt like there was a hand around your neck that squeezed you tightly. Again and again, you had to remind yourself to stay calm because you felt hot tears burn into your eyes. Of course, you knew that this whole action could go wrong, and that's what scared you. But on the other hand, who would miss you? You had no one left, and maybe that the reason why you´ll take this risk...

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"A ticket please." "Where do you want to go, Mister?" "Wallace station!" "Two dollars, please." John rummaged for the money in his pocket and then put it on the counter to pay for his ticket. "You should hurry up, Sir! The train will leave in a minute!" John took the ticket in his hand after paying for it, and stowed it in his satchel. "Thank you, Mister!" John hurried out of the building so as not to miss the train. The passengers had already taken a seat, and it was difficult for John to find one. He ended up sitting next to an older lady who willingly offered him the place next to her, and it quickly turned out that this woman was very talkative. John didn't want to be rude, so he talked to her. It was a very old lady, probably around eighty, so John made an exception, after all, the young man wasn´t very talkative. "I´m sure that your wife and children look forward to seeing you!" John laughed softly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Wife and children? Yes, that would be nice! "No, ma'am. I'm not married." "Oh! That's hard to believe! Such a friendly, good looking man must have a lot of admirers!" The older lady was very curious, which made John roll his eyes. "You know, my granddaughter has just turned twenty-three, and she is very beautiful!" When John heard that, he cleared his throat. Oh no, that wouldn´t be a good idea. He was also starting to dislike this conversation. The older lady was just too pushy. "You know Ma'am, actually I already have a nice lady. She waits for my return every night!" When the older woman heard that, she immediately fell silent, looking at him with eyes wide open. John suppressed a laugh. Well, she would have to disappoint her granddaughter now. But John hadn't expected that the older woman would only become more curious. "Oh!! Lucky girl!" She started with her questions, and the young man rolled his eyes in annoyance - why couldn't he just enjoy a quiet trip?

Your eyes wandered from side to side, from right to left, watching everything very carefully. You weren't expecting so many people, which made you more nervous. Your hands trembled, and you felt your shoulders shake as well. God, you must have gone mad! But now you were here, and you would do it! You slowly rose from your seat, your hand moved to your hip, and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as you watch the passengers reading peacefully their books and newspapers. You didn't want to hurt any of these people. Tears of shame ran down your cheeks, but they were invisible to everyone else. They were hidden behind a black veil. Suddenly the time seemed to go back to normal when you pulled out the revolver, ready to steal from these people. "You all stay calm now! You will do what I say!" At first, the passengers were a little confused, but when they saw the revolver in your hand, they slowly realized the situation. A man rose from his seat, which you saw immediately. You aimed the gun at him. "SIT DOWN!" The man immediately sat down when you started yelling at him. "This isn´t a joke! I want your money, your valuables! Everything!!" You carried an old, ragged sack with you. Fortunately, it was still in very good condition, so that no valuables or gold could slip through. You had found this bag on the street and finally took it with you. "Didn't you understand me?! Hurry up!" While the first passengers began to empty their pockets, you had no idea that there was a marshal in this train compartment. Marshal Tom Davies. He watched the situation closely and slowly pulled out his revolver. The man didn't know how dangerous you were, so he carefully watched the situation.

When the time came, Marshal Davies intervened. You heard a click, then you felt the barrel of a revolver on the back of your head, and now you knew it was over. "Take your gun down! Slowly." Pure horror was visible in your eyes, and you instantly became pale in the face. You couldn't describe your fear in one word - it was endless. You would be arrested, taken to a prison. And if you didn't want to die today, the smartest decision would be to listen to the man behind you who was threatening you with a gun. You slowly took your weapon down, and the marshal immediately grabbed your revolver, dragging it out of your hand. He roughly reached for your arms to tiding your wrists behind your back. "You are in great trouble, lady!" You said no sound, just sobbed softly. He was right. You have committed a great stupidity. How could you believe that you would be able to raid a train? "You're lucky the guards didn't catch you, Missy! Otherwise, you would be dead now!" The marshal turned you around, pulled the black veil from your face, and looked at you. You saw that he was a little surprised. For whatever reason. He saw your tears, saw the shame on your face. But he was a man of the law and had to follow his rules. He remained silent for a few seconds, looking at you with his blue eye. There was an eye patch over his right eye. He also has a very distinctive mustache. "I'll take you to Straweberry, Miss! I will hand you over to the sheriff." No word came over your lips. There was nothing you could say. There was nothing you could do. It was over. The man pulled you with him, past all the people who looked at you with their evil eyes - you couldn't blame them. "To do such stupidity! What were you thinking, girl?!"

John Marston, who was also in the same train compartment as you, saw you being led away from that marshal. John frowned, wondering if he had seen you before. You seemed very familiar to him. The emptiness and the fear in your eyes, he had seen it before. The young man looked down at the floor, thinking about what had happened here a few minutes ago. He had seen everything. What John had recognized from the beginning was that you had no idea of robberies. You had no structure in your process, no plan, and he had seen how nervous you had been during the raid robbery.

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Strawberry, the next morning...

The sheriff had been really kind to you, and you couldn't complain that you were in a prison cell. After all, you had a bed and a warm blanket. You even had a hot meal. It was just a little porridge and a cup of tea, but it was better than starving. For a week you hadn't eaten anything except some fruits, bread, and nuts that you had stolen. You were starving. You didn't even know how to hunt an animal. "You are lucky that nobody was injured. Still, you will have to be in prison for a few months." You didn't answer the sheriff, looking at the spittoon that was in the corner of your cell. "Tomorrow, you´ll be taken to Saint-Denis prison." You sighed softly when you heard that, and you had to admit that it scared you to be put in a bigger prison. You would no longer have privacy, which deeply embarrassed you. You hadn't even peed in the chamber pot that was next to your bed. You had held it back. Accordingly, you had terrible pain in the lower abdomen and around your kidneys. The sheriff had told you he would leave you alone so you could have your peace, but that didn't convince you. "How long will I have to stay in prison, Sir?" "I don't know. But I guess it'll be for two months. Except someone pays your bail." Who should pay bail for you? You didn't even ask how high it was. For what? You had to make friends with the idea of ​​being locked up for the next few months. It was your fault. You couldn´t judge anyone for the circumstances. "I'm sorry, Miss." "..." The sheriff saw the poor creature sitting in this cell, waiting silently for its fate. The man wondered what had happened in your life. He saw how malnourished you were, your dirty clothes, your tousled hair. He felt so sorry for you.

When it got later, and the darkness announced, someone entered the prison. "Can I help you, Sir?" "Yes. I'm here for the young lady." When you heard that, you didn't believe first that you were meant. But who else should be meant? No other prisoners were seen except you. You looked curiously at the young man who spoke to the sheriff. Hope sparkled in your eyes as you listened to the conversation. "What's your name, Sir?" "Jim Milton." "Do you know this young lady, Mister Milton?" John glanced over at you, saw the same sad expression on your face he had seen on the train the day before. You said nothing when the young man looked you in the eye intensely. "Yes, Sir. I Do." John said this without taking his eyes off you, but your gaze lowered to the ground. Why did this strange man help you? You couldn't remember him. Who was he? "Well, I'm afraid I can only release the lady on bail." "How much?" John asked without hesitation. When you heard the price the sheriff mentioned, you got sick. It was a lot of money, and you were sure that the stranger wouldn´t pay to free you. Certainly not without expecting anything in return. But you were wrong. John took out a small bundle of banknotes, counted them. "Here's a twenty-dollar deposit. You'll get the rest tomorrow." But the sheriff just shook his head. He couldn't just let you go. "I'm sorry my boy, but tomorrow she will be transferred to Saint-Denis!" You weren't sure if you should be happy or cry about it. You were so confused, exhausted, and you were afraid.

John sighed softly, glancing into the cell. He saw this young girl, and he didn't want her to have to sit in this prison any longer. What should he do? Then he suddenly remembered that he was carrying a watch for which he actually had no use. The young man pulled them out of his pocket to place it on the sheriff's desk. "That's all I have. It's worth at least twenty dollars!" The sheriff took the piece and examined it closely. He liked what he saw. "This is a platinum pocket watch. Are you sure you want to give it away?" It looks like he could buy you in freedom. Platinum was in high demand. "I think so, sheriff." "Well, then. You can take back the twenty dollars. This watch is enough. She is a free woman now." The sheriff rose from his chair to go to your cell. John followed, and when the sheriff opened the door, you looked at the young man with wide eyes. You just couldn't believe that a completely strange man helped you. But why? What reason did he have to help you? Of course, you had some concerns at the moment. You were on your own, and therefore a simple victim. You wouldn´t have the strength to defend yourself against this man. But you didn't want to think about it, and when you looked closely, the young man didn't make the impression that he wanted to harm you. "You can go." You slowly stepped out of the cell, looking at the unknown man who had got you out of this mess. His eyes bored into yours what you could hardly stand, and finally, you lower your eyes again. You sure looked horrible. Tousled hair, dirt on clothes, and face. What a shame, you toughed. "I don't want to see you here again, missy. Got it?" You nodded to the older man, smiling weakly. "Thank you very much, Sir. You have been really kind to me." "Take care of that girl, boy!" John nodded to the sheriff before turning back to you and gesturing to the door. You looked up at the young man with concern. He wanted you to follow him? You were visibly confused, and John saw it clearly. "Oh, um... I just want to talk to you", he replied quickly, because he didn't want to scare you. You fold your arms into each other, slowly looked at his face again. Finally, and without saying another word, you left the prison with him. It was already getting dark, and certainly colder too, which made you freeze. You sighed, your breath was visible in the dark night. Of course, John didn´t miss this fact. He took off his coat to hand it over to you. But when he got closer, you startled a bit, looking at him with eyes wide open. John cleared his throat, took a step back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to give you my coat." You were very surprised by so much kindness since it has been a while that someone took care of you. Hesitantly, you took the black coat. "Thanks a lot." You put it on, feeling how the wool gave warmth to you. That was much better. But one thing was still unclear. Why did he help you? "Listen, I'm very thankful for your help. But..." You shook your head while you looked at him in confusion. "How and... why? I mean..."

You didn't know how to express your insecurity, but John already had an answer for you. "I was on the train when you tried to rob the passengers!" When he said that, some things became clear. So, he had seen you and heard that you would be taken to Strawberry. Guilty took hold of you again, and you didn't dare to look at the stranger. Your eyes lowered to the ground, full of regret and shame. "I- I... had no choice. I was in need... I have no money, no food, nothing.", you said softly while tears burned into your eyes. It was hard. John knew the meaning of famine, he knew it all too well. His eyes were full of pity. You were so young! What had happened in your life that you had to live under such conditions? "I was a fool to think I could rob a train! My god...I had also been robbed. I know how bad it feels, and I was going to do the same to other people." John frowned as you continued to speak. So the same thing happened to you before? "A robbery, Miss?" “Yes. As it turned out afterward, two members of the Van der linde gang had robbed the train. I was there." John's eyes widened in shock when he heard that. He swallowed nervously, frowned again. Now everything fits together. That girl whose necklace he had stolen - that was you! The young man was speechless. He couldn't believe that he had actually met you again. That's why you looked so familiar to him! He had never forgotten your eyes, or rather, the fear in your eyes had haunted him for years. At that time, you begged him to leave you alone, but he simply tore the piece of jewelry from your neck. And now you stood in front of him. "What happened back then, if you don´t mind me to ask?" “Something very valuable had been stolen from me. But for this guy, it was nothing more than a necklace. He ripped it off my neck." You didn't know why you were telling him this, but it felt good to talk about it.

John sighed slowly, stroking his black hair. Good god... Was it his fault that you have to live in such a condition? Did he throw you into this misfortune? God, he had terrible remorse. How should he ever make it up to you? John said nothing. He had actually intended to give you back your piece of jewelry, but now that you were standing in front of him, he didn't have the courage to reveal himself to you.

"I know... what you're feeling right now. Really. It's not an easy life." When he said that, you looked up at him in surprise. So he didn't judge you for what you had done? You could very well remember the looks of some passengers. They had looked at you with anger, with scorn. "It was a long time ago, I also lived on the street. I know what it means to go hungry." You nodded when he said that, looking at the ground again, and sighing softly. It became quiet between you both. "My name is Jo... Jim Milton!" "I know. You said that to the sheriff earlier.", you reply softly, causing John to smile. "My name is Y/N L/N." "Miss, is there anyone I can take you? To your parents...? Or..." "No. There is nobody." His question almost broke your heart. You didn't want to be reminded of your parents, it was too painful. When John heard that you had no one, he sighed softly. He felt so sorry for you. No money, no food, and no family... that was too much pain. "I hope you will forgive me Mister Milton, but I can't give you anything except my thanks." You were about to take his coat off when he stopped you. "Wait." You looked at him curiously. What else did he want to tell you? "I run a ranch. Beecher's hope. I want to give you the opportunity to help me with my work." When he said that, your eyes widened. You knew this was a unique chance that you shouldn't throw away. John wanted to help you live a better life. That was the least he could do for you. "The only thing I can offer you right now is a hot meal and a bed. No money." "Really?" That sounded unbelievable to you. This man came out of nowhere and offered you a job? It was hard to believe. You knew that you should never trust a stranger, but in that case, you had no choice. Of course, anything could happen. Maybe this Jim Milton was a psychopath? He offered you a job, and damn! You knew how to run a ranch!

"Yes. I'm serious." "Okay then." You nodded at him, accepting his offer. "Maybe you should rest. You should spend the night in the hotel, eating a hot meal. It's a long way to Beachers Hope." "I have no money." John was aware of this, and he nodded to you. "I know. Let me pay for it." You snuggled into the warm coat, searching protection in the fabric because you didn't know why he did all of this. This seemed so suspicious to you. But John just wanted to help you. He felt guilty, and therefore he had an urge to give you something back. He couldn't reverse what he had done to you many years ago, but he could help you now. "It's okay. Really." You said nothing, just looking at your feet, and you didn't know whether you should accept his offer or not. You reminded yourself to be careful because it would be naive to think that he only did this out of kindness.

John saw your insecurity, and he didn't know what to do to convince you. Maybe he should leave you alone? But he couldn't and didn't want to let you down. He knew how dangerous life on the street was. How heartless this world could be. "Miss L/N, at least let me buy you a hot meal." Hot food sounded so damn delicious. Oh, you would sell your soul for a warm piece of meat with potatoes. Just at that thought, your stomach grumbled. "Okay." You were very thankful, yet so insecure. But you followed Jim Milton, as he walked to the hotel, which was only a few steps away. The thought of working on a ranch soon calmed you down a bit. You just wanted to live a peaceful life and finding a place in this cruel world...

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The next morning...

It felt so good to be able to sleep in a proper bed, and the hot bath had been damned good. You felt relaxed and clean this morning. The hot meal last night had also been a blessing for your stomach. You also had washed your dirty clothes, which hopefully would be dry soon since you didn't wear a single piece of clothing. You turned on your side, sighing softly as you slid your hand under the pillow. You looked out of the window, watching the beautiful sky, and suddenly, you felt hope. That stranger Jim Milton had entered your life, but you didn't know why he helped you. Maybe he was just a nice guy, and yes, maybe you should just trust him. A few days ago you slept on the street, and now you were lying in a cozy bed. John had also rented a room, but he hadn't slept last night. He still couldn't believe he met you. It was so strange. His inner voice had made him follow you to Strawberry. He usually stayed out of other people's business, but he felt sorry for you. He had seen immediately that you had never raided a train before. You were very lucky that you were still alive. How could you do such a dangerous project on your own? That was insane! "Jesus..." He just couldn't get rid of the idea that he had ruined your life...

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Secrets Out-Chapter 1

Chapter Summary: Natasha and Clint have a secret. Fury and Tony think Natasha is trading state secrets. Steve has more faith in them.

Rating: E 18+ Only!

Word count: 2,030

Warnings for this chapter:  Little bit of Torture, Drugged/Roofies, Oral Sex, Protective!Natasha, Protective!Clint

Pairings: Clint x Jessica (OFC) , Natasha x OFC, Clint x Natasha, Clint x Natasha x OFC, 

**I do not consent to my work being shared on any other site than it’s original posting by me. Reblogs are accepted and food for my soul.**

AN: ‘word’- thoughts  'Italicized'=Communication

Reader’s POV as this was originally written as a reader insert

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"They just left the compound, Sir. Do you want me to follow them?"

"No, send me the coordinates." Steve grabs his jacket and heads towards the elevator.

"Rogers."

"You can think what you want but there is no way she's turned on us." The elevator doors close before Fury could offer any further argument.

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"She's not home." Clint looks at the note left propped up facing the window. It's her go to whenever she's dragged away by her friends.

"Where?"

"Some club downtown. Shall we wait?"

"No," Natasha looks at the car parked down the road. "Steve can give us a ride."

He'd like to say he's surprised when Natasha walks right up to the car and waits for him to unlock it before sliding into the passenger seat, but he's not. Clint slips into the back and rattles off an address.

"Nat.."

"Drive. Or we can get there another way, and you won't find us." She slips the tracker into the empty cup holder.

Steve sighs and starts the car, "That wasn't me."

"I know."

At a red light, Steve glances towards the back to see Clint unbuttoning the top of his shirt and start messing with his hair. He shoots Natasha a look and she shrugs.

"So, where are we going?"

"Clubbing."

"You snuck out of the compound to go clubbing?"

"We didn't sneak."

"And no." Clint adds but offers nothing else. The rest of the ride is quiet.

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"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Already have one." You tilt the half-empty cup not bothering to look at the guy beside you.

"Your next one?"

"Look," Turning away from watching your friends, you look at the guy. He seems alright. A bit on the muscular side, cropped hair. Definitely military. "Thanks for the offer but I am only here to make sure she's okay and makes it home." You gesture with the cup to your friend before bringing it back to your side, elbow leaning on the bar behind you. "You're cute. I'm sure you'll find someone but that someone isn't me." Looking him in the eyes, you don't notice the guy on your other side slip something into your cup.

"Fair enough. Mind if I sit here while I try and find someone else?"

Rolling your eyes, you take a sip. "Free country." You watch your friends dancing and finish your drink within the next few songs. Glancing at your watch, you see it's past midnight. You've done your obligatory outing for a few hours. The song ends and you put your cup on the bar. Sliding off the chair, you lean back into the stool.

"Whoa."

"You okay Jessica?"

"Yeah." Wait, did he just say my name? No, there's no way, I never even told him my name..

Shaking your head, you tilt to the side.

"I got you." He wraps your arm around his shoulder. "Come on."

"What? No."

He lifts you then and your head rolls back. It takes all your strength to lift it and look towards the dance floor, but you don't find your friends. You look past them and see Clint, Natasha, and is that Captain America?

"Clint."

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Natasha pushes her way through the crowd near the door and looks around, sighing.

"Where is she?"

"There." Steve is pointing across the club towards the bar. He doesn't wait for confirmation and starts pushing his way through.

Clint's heart clenches as he watches some stranger carry you towards a hallway in the back. . All three Avengers give up on being careful at this point as they start shoving and pushing through the crowd, trying to reach you.

"How'd you know it's her?" Nat yells over the music.

"She said Clint's name."

They burst through the throng of people and don't pause as they head straight towards the hallway. The back door is cracked, and they run towards it. Natasha has a gun in hand as they exit the building and Steve doesn't even bother to ask where it was hidden.

They spot an SUV at the end of the alleyway. There was the man hanging out of the door, like he was waiting for them. He flicks them off, and the vehicle is speeding away before Natasha could get more then a shot off.

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"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Not only was Black Widow and Hawkeye there, but so was Captain America. She has to be a Super or something." The voices are foggy and your head is pounding.

"This is the third bag. If she was going to mutate, she should have done so by now."

"This will do it, it has too. Either that or kill her. Come on, let's go get lunch." You hear footsteps and then a door close.

You open your eyes before slamming them back shut. 'Ow.' Taking a deep breath, you slowly crack one eye open. It's slow going but you manage to get both eyes open.

'Where am I? Think...what was the last thing you remember. Kelsey dragging you out..the club!'

"Oh my God," it comes out as a whisper. "He drugged me! But how?" You try to remember anything else. "Clint." Clint and Tasha were there..weren't they? No, they would have stopped this. You feel your heart rate spike up and you start to sweat. "Deep breath." It takes a few tries but the beeping from the machine slows back to a steady beep. Machine?

You look around, finally taking stock of the place you're locked up in. You notice a lot of lab equipment surrounding you. "What the fuck?" 'Are they trying to steal a kidney or something?' Looking down, you see you're in a hospital gown and something in your stomach turns sour. You shift a bit and rub your hand along your hip the best you can. There! You feel the band of your underwear and let out a sigh.

'Clint! Where are you? I knew I shouldn't have gone out.' You hear a sound outside of the door and quickly close your eyes. 'Clint. Clint, will find me. He'll figure out something is wrong...whenever he comes back from his mission.' You push the ugly voice away that reminds you that you sometimes go half a year without seeing him. Even if they can't see me, Nat said she keeps tabs on me. They'll know. They'll find me. 'Clint!'

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"Jessie?"

Everyone stops talking and looks to the window where Clint was sharpening his arrows.

"Yeah, that's who we're looking for. You know, the girl you had to keep secret instead of just saying, "Hey, we're going to see an old friend." Tony snarks.

'Clint!'

'Jessica.'

Your eyes snap open but it's not just the roof you're seeing. Just in front of it, like a faded image, you're looking out a window. Glancing down you see an arrow in your hand. You blink, and it's gone.

'Clint!'

"Jess, can you hear me?" You nod, even though he can't see you.

"Clint buddy, no one's in there." Clint turns his head, but when Steve meets his gaze he's met with one brown eye and one blue.

"Jess, where are you?"

'I don't know. Some old warehouse I think?'

"Clint..Jessica.." Natasha kneels down in front of him. "Clint, can you see her?"

"No, I hear her though." He gestures to his head.

"Great, he's going crazy." Tony mutters and walks over to the wet bar.

"She's in an old warehouse. Brown or red brick." He closes his eyes, "Can you hear or see anything?"

Closing your eyes, you try to focus your senses. Straining your ears, you just about give up when you hear a faint train blow.

"She hears a train, but it's far away."

"We're coming for you Jess. Hold on."

"I'm trying." You whisper and your body sags. Whatever hallucination that was, took what little strength you had left and you feel yourself slip into unconsciousness.

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"I don't get it." The tec looks at the readout from the past two hours. "Look right here, not long after we left. A spike, that should have been it." He looks at you with eyes narrowed. You watch him blankly, refusing to answer questions. "Maybe Kevin is right. All you need is some pain."

The other man in the room perks up at his name. Standing he cracks his knuckles as he walks over. His eyes roam your length and you can't help curling your lip in disgust.

"Pain man, does it every time." He runs his finger down your cheek in mock affection. "Where should we start? Hmm Sweetheart? Here?" He slaps you across the face and you can't stop the gasp. "Maybe somewhere else?" He starts to pull the gown up.

"No!" You strain against the cuffs trying to twist away.

Goon one rests his hand on Keven's arm, "All you have to do is tell us. What happened?"

"Nothing." You hear a flick of metal and the next thing you know, Kevin is cutting the sleeves of the gown and pulling the material away. "Nothing happened! I woke up and freaked out."

"Too bad." Before he finishes speaking, he is cutting three shallow cuts along your ribs. "Try again." Tears well up but you refuse to let them spill. Taking a deep breath, you turn away looking at the ceiling. Kevin laughs, "That's fine with me Sweetheart. I have more fun this way." The knife splits your skin again, three more cuts.

"Show us what you can do, and this stops." The lab rat watches as Kevin moves to your other side. Running the blade across your chest Kevin tilts his head. You close your eyes as he pulls the knife away and can't stop the shout of surprise as he punches you in the kidney twice. A tear slips and he leans in close.

"See, I don't think he's right. I don't think you're a super nor did any of this shit turn you into anything. Know what that means?" The knife digs into your leg. "That means I get to have all the fun I want with you." Pulling the knife out he runs it up your side cutting the band of your underwear.

There are shouts from outside the room and you look towards the door with the other two as it bursts open and more goons come in with guns. "Get ready to move her."

"What? No. We can't. This is a cru-" The rest of his sentence is cut off with a gurgle. Goon one falls and you barely catch the site of an arrow sticking out of his neck.

There's gun shots and you look towards where they are aiming.

"Tosh." You mutter. The next thing you know you're looking down at yourself as you fall two stories from the window. 'Wait, fall?!' You look down and land hard rolling. 'Shit!' You slam your eyes close and hope you didn't just hurt Natasha.

"Jessica? You with me?" You hear a few minutes later. Hands are unbinding you but you refuse to open your eyes. "Look at me Princess." You shake your head.

"Why not?"

"I don't..I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You're not going to hurt anyone." You feel something wrap around your leg and you groan.

"Nat.."

"Were you looking through her? She's fine. Kicking ass, look." He sits you up and another groan escapes you. Reluctantly you open your eyes and meet his.

"There you are." He cups your cheek and give you a quick peck. Gotta get out of here. Hold on to me." He picks you up and turns.

Most of the goons are down. Only three, no two left fighting. Natasha taking her time while the most of the team watches.

"Natasha." Captain America reprimands from where he stands, having just retrieved his shield. "End it." A kick and two shots later and she is turning towards you. Slipping the gun in the holster, she walks up running her eyes over you, categorizing each wound.

"Let's get you home." A sheet is handed over to her, and she drapes it across you. You feel her hand in your hair but it's gone so fast you wonder if you imagined it.

Part Two

Tag list: @chris-evans-indian-fanfic , @denisemarieangelina​​ (I wasn’t sure if you wanted to only be tagged in Steve stuff, Another Night In or everything..please let me know)

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Murderpals

Disclaimer:: Chara is 10 and this is in no way a crackship so if you reblog don’t tag as such or I will come to your house and steal your kidneys and replace them with a bag of gummy bears

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I think it's a bit unfair to call an entire fan base pedophiles or decide someone's a pedophile based on the cartoon characters that they reblog. Like have a little perspective, what someone enjoys in fiction doesn't necessarily carry over into real life. For example, you reblog a lot of gore but that doesn't mean you like seeing people with their limbs cut off in real life or anything right? I understand and totally support your fight against sexualizing minors, but these are cartoons.

i think there is definitely a difference. not all ppl who watch it are pedophiles, i mean, duh. a shitton of my friends like voltron, but they won’t touch that side of it with a ten foot stick. but let’s take my gore example. im into gore because i love the idea of myself being the victim. my fantasies don’t stem from wanting to steal someone’s kidneys in a backalley warehouse, but rather wanting my own kidneys to be stolen in a backalley warehouse. that’s a difference! 

the issue comes from the fact that a lot of the people make and reblogging this art are Adults. fully grown adults. teenagers and minors are always going to have sexual fantasies about people older than them (pornography and media traditionally shows adults as sexualized, so it’s not like they have people their own age to oogle at in the same vast network of online titty museums we have now.) but adults shouldn’t contribute to making content of an adult having sexual encounters with a minor, especially for a show that is made for an audience of minors. most of the time, the adults making / consuming this content are going to see themselves in the older individual because they’re most similar, not the younger one.they are cartoons, yes, but it’s foolish to think that fiction doesn’t affect reality. the media we consume seeps into real life and what we think is acceptable and okay in society (im majoring in this lmfao if anyone has any more questions you can hmu!). there is a rift between enjoying something in fiction and not enjoying something in reality, but it’s foolish to think the two never intersect.

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How about a reblog instead! Also if anything is off or you dislike anything I propose you may change it after all it is your intellectual property.

I really like this idea and we have a lot of moving components already, so I’m going to go over what we already have and give motive and reason to them as well as some missing components or assumptions based off of what you put. In order of mentioned first.

Ventus: assuming his at his canon age of 16 years but also assuming he is not this time period also like in canon. There has to be a reason for why his kidney is rejected but Xehanort and grows into a person (Vanitas). And with that again I’m turning to the sweetness of canon which is he was possessed by darkness and since he most likely nearly missed being a slasher victim it wouldn’t be to far fetched that the kidney Xehanort takes contains the darkness that would evolve into Vanitas. Ventus because of being possessed and possibly from another time period is most likely familiar with magic or whatever it’s called horror movies.

Xehanort: So why is Xehanort stealing kidneys instead of going to the hospital, well we could use the boring excuse of he’s a psychopath or we could actually explain Xehanort’s backstory! (Sorry I have a personal issue of not knowing master Xehanorts backstory in canon cause it was released after his saga ended but using khdr as a reference point.) Xehanort grew up in a religious school after getting a scholarship ship after his parental guardian died and he actually enjoyed despite getting in trouble all the time, he had friends and people who cared about him. Well until they died from a mysterious disease that gave those who suffer from it severe psychological problems, like hallucinations paranoia and violent tendencies. Xehanort probably got sick and watched as his friends die or were killed by the educator since it was like the 1950-60s when this happens. Xehanort survives and not many others do, he then goes to unethical research and travels around the world looking for a cure because he still has it or wants to resurrect his dead friends. The sickness gets to the point where it starts rotting his organs, he can get easy replacements at first but over time takes matters into his own hands. Forcing/recruiting others to help him. He sensed something was up with Ventus and thus trued to take his kidneys thinking they would cure his disease, he really just could tell he was possessed.���

Sora: He’s most comparable to the beginning of kh1 but a bit more mature, roughly 15 years old. He got into an accident thankfully nothing serious, he was probably about to leave the hospital when Ventus came busting into the ER on a gurney. He being curious followed after them and heard what happened to Ven and immediately volunteered his kidney which ended up saving Ven’s life. I imagine Sora visiting Ven’s hospital room frequently, curious if his kidney saved his life or not. All around good kid who is most likely gonna get dragged into some crazy stuff later.

Terra: The way you describe Terra makes me feel as if Xehanort already knew him, and that he made a conscious decision not to take his kidney, at least right away. After all Xehanort and Eraqus probably are friends in this universe so that means they probably went to the same school together so it seems that Xehanort actually does care a lot about Eraqus and if Terra was Eraqus’s son… Xehanort would try to avoid killing him until necessary. No one in the that house hold we see it coming, also Ven probably doesn’t live with Eraqus or if he did it was more of he was a guest based in Xehanort never brought Ven to Eraqus to be cared for. Terra is (like in canon) 20 and should be attending college classes, he still lives with Eraqus as you could assume.

Vanitias: Ok not gonna lie the growing from a kidney thing threw me off for a sec but then I realized the brilliance of it. Vanitas discarded by Xehanort is less under his control and more under the domain of Xigbar and Vexen (also whatever’s possessing Ventus if it wasn’t Vanitas himself) but since they work for Xehanort he often does Xehanorts bidding, though is not loyal to him. He looks more monsterous or demonic depending on what kind of horror we’re going for and could craft unverse out of the other organs that Xehanort wasn’t compatible with. He still an embodiment of emotion but is isn’t just pure pain and negativity, just mostly.

Tag Bois, they were in the tags for those who didn’t see the og post.

Xigbar: Alright why is here helping Xehanort, I guess that depends if we want to have him be Braig or Luxu. I he’s Braig then he was classic case of petty criminal shoved way over his head, probably has a drug habit and the like pretty good with machines and engineering but was too broke to do anything with it. He life is now being held over a shark tank by Xehanort and he can do nothing but obey. If he’s Luxu than that’s just how he looks, in truth he has been possessing people to look after the relic, ‘No Name’ he is trying to get it back because it’s got some curse thing or if used wrong can like do some magic curse thing maybe cause the strange illness at Xehanort’s school. Luxu needs that back A) to keep that whole plague thing from happening again and/or B) Summon the foretellers / end of the world but that might be too action movie esque. Since Luxu is from the same time as Ventus he has a good grasp on Vanitas and can easily command him, treats him like a kid or a young teen.

Vexen: Real name Even but goes by Vexen when dealing with Xehanort. He lives with the rest of the Radient Garden science team and studies biology specifically cloning and genetic splicing. Due to that he is recruited by Xehanort and is stuck in that position because Xehanort threatened Ienzo and the others. He doesn’t like doing what he’s doing and when he can helps individuals escape but the never remember what happened to them while trapped by Xehanort. He is intrigued by Vanitas and studies him often as well as the unversed.

Well @elikaruna, what do you think? If you have any criticisms or changes please tell me, I would love to collaborate and know if I’m doing horror right. I don’t do it often but I really liked your idea. I don’t have to clear of a plot aside from Xehanort and Xigbar and maybe Vanitas break in to Eraqus’s home to steal a kidney from Terra. And maybe a subplot of Sora figuring out Ven’s occult background getting visions from everyone evolved.

Kingdom Hearts Modern/Horror AU where Ventus gets jumped in the parking lot and Xehanort steals his kidney. Sora, who has never met Ven before and was at the hospital for an unrelated reason, figures he can spare a kidney and donates one to Ven because he’s a good boy like that. Meanwhile Xehanort transplants the stolen kidney into himself, but his body rejects it, so he tosses the kidney out and goes hunting for another donor (Terra). 

And then the kidney grows into a whole ass Vanitas. 

if anyone wants to run with this idea, go ahead, just tag me so i can read it