#rip cause you need the code to pick it up and i have the code in that SMS.

[sar3nka]

Also for some reason I got SMS saying my shein package is ready to be picked up from the post office. And I was like what cause I didn't order from shein. And the package is literally on the other side of my country. Who used my phone number... -_-

[toxicanonymity]

omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i haven’t been the same since 😃 ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!

EVERY INCH 2

2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader

follows Every Inch. NEXT: Every inch 3

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: He's never unmasked. He is night walks coded. Thank you for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" because of your engagement & enthusiasm. WARNINGS: I8+ piv, noncon, he calls himself daddy, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, knifeplay, hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names. NO USE OF Y/N. 

SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now, he's coming to take what's his.

You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day.  You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror.  He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see. It's his cock. . .

Yeah, his cock.  You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry. 

It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie.  You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted.  You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone.  Your phone is still on silent from the theater.  

The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you. 

You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."

"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."

"What do you want?"

"I asked how you liked the movie." 

Friday night. Lucky guess. You know he’s not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight.  "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,” you say dismissively. 

"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . .  Missed a great kill."

Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion. 

He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?”

"wishful thinking," you reply. 

Ghostface says, “Oh, we both know what you really wish for. . .”

You’re not even going to argue. 

“How was your date?" 

"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.

"You didn't look interested.” 

"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.

"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?”

You freeze. 

He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"

You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. “I’ve just been a little. . . distracted.” 

You scoff. 

". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"

"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."

"Pervert."

“oh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.

"You know, you’ve still got something of mine.”  His knife. You’ve hid it somewhere special.  “Keep comin’ for it. . .but don’t wanna interrupt you.”  

You look out your window, which faces the woods.  "Cause you put on a good show, baby." There’s never been a reason to close the curtains.  You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good that’s done you. 

“You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?” 

Are you that predictable?  

“Lucky for me,” he adds darkly.  His breathing becomes audible.  “Oh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . .  .  .Dripping already.” His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isn’t turning you on. 

“Dip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.” 

Before you know it, you're doing it. You don’t show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal

“Two fingers . . let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”  You lie there clenching your thighs together. 

“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,” he says but you don’t move. You clench your thighs together.  “Turn it on,” he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on. 

“Yeah, that’s it . . .”

You don’t even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you don’t exactly want to let him make you come this fast. 

He sighs and says, “You’ve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesn’t process.

You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock. 

"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know I’ve got a nice cock.” 

He’s right about that.  You close your eyes as you touch yourself.  You’re too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesn’t make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?

“Oh, it’s only natural, baby. This cock’ll fuck you right up.” God, why does that turn you on? “In the guts and the head.” 

"Real shame I wasn’t awake.” He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.” 

You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core. 

“Yeah. . .Can’t stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?” 

You turn up the intensity of your vibe. 

“Not everyday someone takes every inch of this.” He moans weakly then spits again. “Filthy girl.  Swallowed it right up.” 

“So tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?”

“What if i don’t” you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.

“Then why’d you take it,” he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops. 

“Because,” you pant. “It was there.”

You’re getting close.  “How do you want me,” you self-loathingly ask. He doesn’t answer. You look at your phone and he’s gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting.  You need a shower. 

—---

You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.

“Soaking wet. That’s how I want you.” You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes.  

“Come on, you’re smarter than this.” The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. “What’s next? Going down to the basement?”

You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears.  There’s nothing you can do.  You squat down, hugging your knees.  There’s no good option.   

The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.

“My turn, baby."  The glint of a knife–your own kitchen knife–catches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment.  Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. You’re thrashing around wet and naked.  He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see. 

The sight is surreal. You’re completely nude with Ghostface up against you.  One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife.  He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat.  

He inhales audibly. “So clean and so filthy.”  

You elbow him in the gut. “Let go of me.” 

“Afraid not, baby. . .” The hand leaves your breast and slides lower.  He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. “Too late now.” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. 

He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle.  “Coulda had it how ya wanted.” 

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. 

“Now you’re gonna take it right here.”  He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down.  “You’ve put me behind you after all.”  He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.  He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.

“Who are you?”

“Your favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.” He grinds himself against you.

“What do you want?”

“To know what your insides feel like.” You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. “When I’m awake,” he adds. 

He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. “Oh you’re ready ready,” he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh.  You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. “Hell yeah,” the mask says into your ear. Thank God you’re so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it. 

The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.” You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now.  He pants as he thrusts into you harder.  “So. . .damn. . . hot.” You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. “I don’t think so. . . baby.” He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel. 

“Take it like a bad girl.” He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way you’re afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this. “A real bad girl.” A climax is gathering in your lower belly.  “Cock hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes you twitch. “This pussy’s mine now, you know.” 

He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. “Now or never baby," he pants. “Know you wanna come on this cock.” God, you do. “Do it now.”  He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you.  You can’t stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own.  Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load.  He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core.  You can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants. 

------

Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on.  He points it at the mirror and says, “say cheese.” He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, “you’re welcome.” He really smells like weed.

“Now where’s my knife.”

“I don’t have it,” you claim. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“What’s so special about it?”

“It’s mine.” 

“The cops have it.” 

“No they don’t. Why are you lying?”

You’re not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. “Okay,” you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe.  You look behind him toward the toilet. 

He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. “You watch too many movies,” he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.

NEXT: PART 3

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Please engage (reblog/comment)  if you want more of this <333 It might go a long way in motivation.

Yes this is my night walks coded ghostface but I think most people reading this don't know what night walks is lol.

Call Me:This Blog::Red Right Hand:Canon. But in this case it especially makes sense 🥹

@hearteyed-shawty had a song rec last time: I'm Yours by Isabel Derosa.

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[bunniehrtz]

basketball abby who needs to fuck you in her jersey before each game as her “good luck charm” .. :3

had to make abby emily coded. why wouldn’t i?

lmk if u want more bb!abby <3

“hi, baby,” you say, walking into the almost empty changing room. your girlfriend stands at the feet of her belongings, clad in her shorts and sports bra, her signature braid draped down her back.

“c’mere, sweet girl,” abby beckons you over, pulling you immediately into a messy, sloppy kiss. her tongue slips past your lips, causing you to gasp softly.

“abs, baby. you gotta get out there in, like, five minutes,” you breathily laugh, pulling away to look up at her. abby shakes her head, lifting your shirt up, throwing it behind her. before you could process her haste movements, abby picks her jersey up, putting it on your body.

“need my good luck charm. gonna be good for me, baby? gonna be my good luck charm?” abby whispers into your ear, slowly bending you over against the bench. you instinctively nod, feeling abby eye your back.

a big 21 is placed on your back, anderson written below it. the view incites a feeling of pride, yet extreme arousal in the blond. you gasp softly, feeling abby rip down your pants and underwear, her large palm kneading your ass.

“beautiful girl. my beautiful girl,” she whispers under her breath, taking her strap out from her shorts, teasing it at your weeping entrance.

“god, abs. please, no teasing,” you whimper, frowning at the dry laugh that leaves abby’s mouth.

“oh, baby. where’s the fun in that?” she teases even more, her smirk evident in her voice as she pushes through, your moans echoing through the empty changing room. your eyes open wide as you feel abby’s middle and ring fingers enter your mouth, her thumb closing it around them.

“gotta shut up, baby. can’t have everyone hearing how much of a slut you are for me, can we?” abby spits, her thrusts getting harsher and faster as she goes on. you shake your head, whimpering and borderline drooling down her fingers and your chin.

the friction of the base of her strap only brings abby closer to orgasm, feeling your cunt clench and tug at her faux cock signifying your release quickly catching up to you. your teeth bite down on abby’s soaked fingers, your hips pushing back against her own.

you turn to look up at abby over your shoulder. her flushed pink cheeks, the sweat dripping down from her forehead to her nose, the freckles on her shoulders just getting too much for you and your poor pussy.

“god- fuck!” you spit abby’s fingers out of your mouth, your moans and whimpers bouncing from wall to wall as you feel your stomach drop, your vision turn white and abby’s deep voice in your ear.

“yeah, i know, baby. cum for me, dirty fuckin’ girl,” she spits, watching as your body collapses onto the bench below you.

the next 5 minutes feel like a blur, you vaguely can remember abby getting dressed, dressing you back up, placing a kiss on your lips as you sigh, “good luck, baby.”

you sit on bench court side, the ache between your legs still there, now only aching for abby to be back where she belongs. your eyes catch hers, drifting up and down her body, landing at the bulge almost protruding from her shorts. she sends you a wink, you roll your eyes jokingly in return. perv.

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[txmxkis]

i'm only really me when i'm here with you

pairing. boothill x gn!reader

genre. hurt/comfort

wc. 1.5k+

summary. you're determined to help boothill heal from his trauma by... doing his hair?

warnings. i took liberties with this, who knows what specific parts he actually has left or whether he can blush or not (in my heart he can lol), mention of boothill picking u up but i mean. he’s literally so strong he could handle anything, i made him soooo sad and it’s possibly wildly out of character, selfship coded as usual rip

a/n. continuing the tradition of using lyrics from songs on selfship playlists for fic titles lol. based on my tags on this post

they say that trauma is stored in the body, and while boothill didn't necessarily have a complete body anymore, this was still something that you thought about frequently when it came to his physical form.

regardless of just how much of his original self remained, there was still enough of him left that you were sure it had to be true in some capacity. after all, he retained his head and his heart—at least you were fairly certain—two of the most vital components of human anatomy.

it was so hard to read him. the real him. he tried so hard to always act confident and cool. actually, he didn't even really have to try or act. it seemed as if it came to him naturally and endlessly. there was a perpetual air of optimism surrounding him that was difficult to dim even on his most wearisome days.

even after experiencing whatever horrors he had to face from mission to mission, when he came home, the door to whatever room you were currently in would fling open—sometimes scaring you half to death—and he would greet you so happily that it felt as if there were no terrible things in the universe whatsoever.

you cherished his mannerisms, especially because you could be a pessimistic sort of person. rather frequently, in fact. you loved having him near you, able to draw laughter from you, however unwillingly it might be on your part at times. he was oddly skilled at making you feel assured and comfortable, in a way that nothing and no one had ever done before. you couldn’t seem to remember how you ever lived without his encouragement, and you didn’t think you could ever feel truly whole without it again.

there really was no accounting for his relentlessly positive attitude. given what he'd seen and endured, you thought it was damn near impossible to be as carefree as he seemed to be. at any rate, he did manage it. however, there were times, moments he rarely ever allowed you to witness, in which his façade would falter slightly and betray just how heavily the past weighed on him.

occasionally, you would catch him staring at his reflection, a downcast expression painting his beautiful features. every time you spoke of your family, you could detect glimpses of sadness in his eyes, albeit hidden behind a smile. once you even caught him crying as silently as he could—you assumed so as not to alert you—his shoulders sagging under an unforeseen weight, a look on his face that you could only describe as heartbroken. your own heart broke with his in that moment.

you always tried to be particularly attentive following those moments, but it was so difficult to get him to open up to you. he just wanted you to be happy. to not bother worrying about him. you had your own problems, after all, and there was no need for him to add to your burden. no need for him to ask for your pity.

he knew you cared for him deeply enough that it would cause you pain, and even if it was only a fragment of the grief that he lived with every day, he was sure that he would feel terribly and incessantly guilty about it. if he could remove every single aspect of your life that caused you suffering, he would do it in a heartbeat, and he could say that because it was one of the few original parts he had left. how could he add to that suffering by forcing you to imagine all the horrors from his own life?

it took so much time and effort on your part to convince him to open the door to himself, if even just a tiny crack. he was still extremely careful with his words and the details that he disclosed to you—he didn't want to overwhelm you, and he certainly didn't want to hurt you. in reality, these conversations, painful as they were for you to hear, actually helped you to feel as though you could comfort him more effectively.

yes, it hurt immensely to know even a small fraction of how much anguish he had experienced. yes, you despised the people who had done this to him and wanted to fight them yourself, in fact. yes, your chest felt tight with ache and sadness on his behalf. still, you could help him more by knowing than by not knowing.

eventually, you were able to make it this far, brushing through his hair as gently as your hands could manage. he had confessed to you in one of his more vulnerable moments that the white shock of hair on his head often served as a stark reminder of worse times, of the trauma and stress inflicted on his body. the admission gave you an idea, one that made boothill feel more than just a little bit exposed. he wasn’t accustomed to being looked after like this, with so much affection and love.

you began to make a routine out of it. every day you would do something with his hair—whether it was braiding it and tying it up intricately to make him feel pretty or simply combing through the strands and allowing them to cascade around his shoulders and down his back.

sometimes you would sit him in front of a mirror while you worked so that he could see exactly what you were doing in the moment. he didn’t quite understand how it all came together, but he found it fascinating to see how you twisted and weaved. at times, you were so focused on the hair in your hands that your brows would furrow, tongue poking out slightly between your lips. in the reflection, you genuinely looked like you were enjoying yourself.

even more noticeable to him was the expression you wore when you looked at him through the mirror. your gaze was so full of tenderness that his chest ached. he could swear that his heart actually skipped a beat. whenever that happened, you could see a flaring blush creep up his cheeks and into his ears, and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little bit at how endearing it was.

other times, you would settle on the couch, with him seated on the floor between your legs, adorning his hair with the cutest accessories, the two of you laughing and joking the whole time. you would delicately twist the locks back, securing them with pretty, multicolored clips that shone in the light.

when you were done, you would lead him slowly to a mirror, hands over his eyes, nearly stumbling over his legs as you walked behind him. you would pull your hands quickly from his face, revealing your handiwork, beaming with pride and grinning at how adorable he looked. he loved every minute of it—and every bit of you, he would think to himself as he turned to pick you up and spin you around, laughing in that deep voice of his. then he’d set you down gently, thanking you for your hard work with kisses sprinkled across your face.

days that were particularly trying for him would simply be spent in comfortable silence. when he didn’t feel like talking from the pain of it all, he would wordlessly lay his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his long locks. feeling your touch—the slight pull on his scalp, the tickle of shifting hair—it all made him feel so relaxed that he could melt right into your skin until you absorbed him fully into you. often, the combination of this and the gentle, steady beat of your heart would lull him to sleep, and seeing his expression ease and soften in these moments was all the reward you ever needed.

in the beginning, it was unclear whether this dedicated time spent caring for his hair was helping or not. over time, however, you noticed a glimmer in his eyes—something that told you he would be alright, despite everything.

pain still remained; it always would, but instead of constantly gazing at his reflection with grief, every once in a while you would catch a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. it was as if he was remembering how you hummed while placing those clips, or how he had teasingly whipped you with his hair on a more playful occasion, or any number of positive memories that you had put so much effort into lovingly crafting with him.

you were determined to do your best, slowly but surely, to lighten his burden—or at least help carry it. there was no reason for him to feel alone when he had you by his side. and if creating these happy memories was what you had to do in order to help him, well, you would gladly continue forever.

reblogs & interactions are appreciated! thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

[ghost-1-y]

you're beautiful

pairing: obanai x reader

content warnings: MDNI, slight manga spoilers (what's under obanai's bandages), sexual content, penetrative sex (m! receiving), pegging, sub!Obanai x dom!reader, reader is female-coded, praise k!nk, body worship(?) idk y’all it’s intimate

a/n: a lil kinktober drabble for y'all bc i felt like it! kind of was inspired by @/xxsabitoxx's "kinktober side quests" but also my brain has just been filled with obanai brainrot recently and i needed to do something about it; this is how i actually hc obanai (as a subby baby rather than a dom like he is in "Depths" hehe) (also y'all can thank @crazycatlddy for filling my head with obanai brainrot)

divider credit: the beautiful @/benkeibear (apparently this is the color theme i'm going with for obanai, just kinda took it and ran with it lolol)

“Mmph– please,” Obanai whimpered against the sheets, his clothes and face bandages long forgotten on the bedroom floor, face pressed into the mattress and ass sticking up in the air as you sunk your strap into him.

He was such a pretty sight, his milky skin glowing in the moonlight that softly shined through the window, hair scattered and messy as it spread across his face. You leaned down to brush his hair back and gather it around the back of his neck, leaving soft kisses along his cheek before trailing down to his jaw.

“Such a pretty boy for me,” you whispered hotly into his ear, “don’t you think so, baby?”

Obanai shuddered, he was not quite comfortable yet with his looks, yet the way you spoke to him – how gentle and soft your voice was, made him want to believe every single word that dripped out of your honeyed mouth.

You received a small moan in return, causing you to smile against his neck as you slowly fucked into him – he had learned to take your strap so well, and you loved watching him squirm as little mewls bubbled up from his throat. 

“M-More–” he asked, his voice quiet. You hummed as you started to move your hips back and forth, slowly fucking moan after moan out of his sweet mouth.

You wished he could see the beauty of it. You, bent over his small form, knees digging into the mattress as your skin pressed flush against his back, reaching your arm up towards his face to softly brush the scars that lined his mouth with the pad of your thumb. Obanai tensed, but soon relaxed into your touch, his eyes closing as you gently traced the rough patches of skin.

“I love you,” you whispered, “and that means all of you – including what you may not love about yourself. I still find you beautiful.”

Tears prickled in his eyes, his heart aching from the sweet words that graced his ears, but he didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as you picked up the pace between thrusts, causing his mind to nearly go blank as you fucked deeply into his tight hole.

The walls rang with the soft sound of Obanai’s whines, drool seeping out of his mouth and pooling onto the sheets beneath. His eyes rolled back as you thrust into his prostate, sparks of pleasure floating through him as tension built up in his gut. With a strangled moan, his orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting out his release and dirtying the linen beneath.

You pulled out of him, only to leave kisses along his back – starting between his shoulder blades and moving down along his spine.

And for once, Obanai felt beautiful.

[dollsinvogue]

Clawdeen Wolf core doll diary scans

Found a bunch of old monster high diaries and I wanted to share them! Also does anyone else remember these “unlock more online” codes??

English + Français transcription below

English:

this diary belongs to: Clawdeen Wolf

This is my diary. If you want your life to last longer than it takes to read it. You won't.

Unlock more online: MHCWPACK

July 14th

I got up late so there was no hot water left then I cut myself shaving this cause my razor was dull and I was in hurry to get out of the freezing water but amazingly enough the day actually went down hill from there… Later on Crescent, the alpha Kitty, must have sensed my mood cause instead of spending the night prowling around he curled up in my lap and Kept me company while sorted through my funk.

July 15th

It rained today. I hate the rain. It totally caused my hair to poof out and I was not about to spend the rest of the day looking like a were-poodle. So I grabbed a pair of electric clippers and 15 minutes later I had a new 'do. It's short, scary cute and perfectly wolfish I think I'll keep it for a while or at least until this rain goes away. I have decided that when I control my own fashion empire I'm going to have a stylist on call just for rainy days.

August 4th

I hate, hate, hate! sharing a room with my sister. Howleen totally growls in her sleep, she wears my clothes and she got sprayed by a skunk last week which means that every time she takes a bath, which isn't often, it stinks up the whole room. I'd hope she gets fleas but she'd just spread them to me.

August 7th

I've got to get serious about planning what I'm going to wear on the first day of school this year. I mean It's not like I'm worried about some monster showing up and looking more fabulous than me but I feel obligated to set the bar for everyone else. Last year on the first day of school I caused a minor traffic jam just walking across the school parking lot. It's going to be hard to top that but I've been experimenting with some new hair styles and I'm considering just asking for a school assembly so that crowd control won't be a problem.

August 10th

I tried a new hair remover made especially for werewolves. The label says it will totally eclipse unwanted hair and it's supposed to keep you hair-free for a week …not. It's expensive, it stings worse than wolfs bane and I still have to shave twice a day! What a rip…I could have used that money for a new belt.

August 15th

spent the day at Draculaura's. She's the absolute sweetest BMFF ever! Although if she doesn't stop trying to feed me tofu im going to bite her j/k ;p. She has like rooms and rooms of clothes. It's like a fashion museum. So awesome! She always says that were going to pick out clothes to give Ghoul Will but she always gives most of them to me. I pretend I don't need them but with so many brothers and sisters it's not like there's a lot of extra money to go around for new fashions. I guess we must have gotten a little loud though cause we woke up her dad. He doesn't really like werewolves very much but he tolerates me cause I'm friends with Draculaura. Whatever. It's not like I want to hang out with him either. Anyway, the best thing about Draculaura is that she doesn't give me clothes because she feels sorry for me, she does it because she’s my friend.

August 19th

Went to the Maul with Clawd today. He needed a new football and I needed to get some ideas for my next hair style. While I was there I saw the strangest thing. I was walking past the witches Kitchen supply store and saw Deuce Gorgon reading a cookbook! I yelled "Yo Deuce, trying to find a recipe for snake?" He dropped the cookbook and looked all embarrassed; at least I think he was. It's hard to tell what's going on behind those glasses. I think he would have tried to stone me but Clawd walked up and Deuce chilled. Sometimes it's cool to have the toughest guy in the school on your side. Thanks bro!

August 21st

If I were a mad scientist, the hairstyle experiment I tried today would be locked away in the lab never to see the light of day again. I flat ironed my hair so it was straight and then I razor cut it. As soon as the curl came back things got ugly. Even Howleen felt sorry for me. It's a good thing I'm the werewolf equivalent of Rapunzel and my hair will be grown out by the end of the week or I’d be wearing a hat until Halloween.

August 23rd

Draculaura tried to talk me into trying out for the fearleading squad again. Puhh…leeze. A list of why I'm not a fearleader:

I. I don't "Try out" for anything.

2. I wouldn't be caught human in those uniforms.

3-8 Boring and Cleo de Nile

9. While they're yelling for the boys I'm in the stands flirting with the boys.

10. Boring and Cleo de Nile.

I have thought about trying out just to show I could nake the team but then I look at my list again and it reminds me why I don't want to.

August 25th

Hung out at the Maul with Draculaura and met a new girl named Frankie Stein. She was shopping with her mom and fortunately for Frankie then ran into us. Otherwise she would have started the first day of school dressed like the Bride of Lame-n-stein. Frankie's beautiful and sweet but a bit naive. Fortunately, I’m here to make sure she gets properly educated in the ways of the fierce fashionista.

September 5th

Our annual End of summer family bar-boo-que was todan. Mmmmm...fat juicy steaks for everybody. Except for Draculaura of course. She brought tofu dogs, veggie burgers and a human boy named Jackson Jekyll. She'll always be my BMFF and the sweetest monster ever but ghoulfriend makes some strange choices. Anyway, I could tell he was really nervous, and what human surrounded by werewolves wouldn't be, until Clawd started talking about football and then the two of them kinda hit it off. I think Draculaura is major league crushing on this guy.

September 6th

I know most monsters are probably dreading starting school but not me. I want to learn as much as I can so that I'll be totally prepared when I start building my fashion empire. If for nothing else than to be able to move out of the house and get my own place without having to share everything with all my brothers and sisters. Oh no! I think I smell Howleen in the shower! Why couldn't I have been an only wolf?

About Me

Name: Clawdeen Wolf

Age: 15

Monster Parents: The Werewolf

Killer Style: I’m a fierce fashionista with a confident no-nonsense attitude. I'm also gorgeous, intimidating, and absolutely loyal to my friends.

Freaky Flaw: My hair is worthy of a shampoo commercial and that's just what grows on my legs. Plucking and shaving is definitely a full time job but that's a small price to pay for being scarily fabulous.

Pet: Crescent, a scary cute little kitten as fuzzy as I am.

Favorite Activity: Shopping and flirting with the boys!

Biggest Pet Peeve: I hate having so many of my brothers and sisters in school at the same time. They're annoying, embarrassing, and totally know how to push my buttons. Oh, and Cleo de Nile.

Favorite School Subject: Economics. One day I plan on having my own fashion empire and I want to know as much about business as I do about fashion.

Least Favorite School Subject: Gym. It's only because then won't let me participate in my platforn wedges.

Favorite Color: Gold- it’s the only thing Cleo de Nile and I can ever agree on

Favorite Food: Steak...rare.

BFF's: Frankie Stein and Draculaura

Français:

ce journal appartient à: Clawdeen Wolf

Ceci est mon journal intime. Si tu veux que ta vie dure plus longtemps que sa lecture...Tu ne le liras pas

Accède à plus de contenu en ligne: MHCWPACK

14 juillet

Je me suis levée en retard, et il n’y avait plus d'eau chaude. Ensuite, je me suis coupée en me rasant parce que mon rasoir n’était pas bien affûté et que j'étais pressée de sortir de cette eau glacée. Et la journée ne s'est pas améliorée... Plus tard, Crescent le chaton alpha doit avoir senti que je n'étais pas de bonne humeur, car au lieu de passer la soirée à tourner en rond, il s'est couché sur mes genoux et m’a tenu compagnie tant que je ne m'étais pas remise de mes émotions.

5 juillet

Il a plu aujourd'hui. Je déteste la pluie. À cause de ça, mes cheveux étaient hors de contrôle. Je n'avais pas l'intention de passer le reste de la journée avec un look de caniche-garou. Alors j'ai pris deux tondeuses électriques et 15 minutes plus tard, j'avais une nouvelle coupe! C'est court, effroyablement joli et reflète parfaitement ma nature de loup. Je pense que je vais garder ce style un bout de temps, ou au moins le temps que la pluie cesse. J'ai décidé que lorsque je dirigerai mon propre empire de la mode, j'aurai un styliste de garde rien que pour les jours de pluie.

4 août

Je déteste, déteste, déteste!! partager une chambre avec ma soeur. Howleen groque dans son sommeil et elle porte mes vêtements. Une mouffette l'a arrosée la semaine dernière, ce qui signifie que chaque fois qu'elle prend un bain, c'est-à-dire pas très souvent, ça sent dans toute la pièce. Je lui souhaiterais bien d'attraper des puces, mais elle me les transmettrait aussi.

7 août

II faut que je pense sérieusement à ce que je vais porter pour la rentrée scolaire cette année. Ce n'est pas comme si j'avais peur qu’un autre monstre ait l'air plus fabuleux que moi, mais je me sens obligée de mettre la barre assez haute pour les autres. L'année passée, lors de la rentrée, j'ai provoqué un mini-embouteillage rien qu'en traversant le stationnement de l'école. Ça va être difficile de renouveler l'exploit, mais j'ai essané quelques novveaux stules de coiffure et j'envisage de demander une réunion scolaire pour qu'il y ait un meilleur contrôle des foules.

10 août

J'ai essayé une nouvelle crème dépilatoire conçue spécialement pour les loups-garous. L'étiquette dit qu'elle fait totalement disparaître les poils indésirables et elle est censée les empêcher de repousser pendant toute une semaine... mon oeil! Ça coûte cher, ça sent pire qu'ne meute de loups et je suis toujours obligée de me raser deux fois par jour! C'est du vol... J'aurais pu utiliser cet argent pour une nouvelle ceinture.

15 août

J'ai passé la journée chez Draculaura. C'est vraiment la plus gentille de toutes les amies! Mais si elle essaie encore de me faire avaler du tofu, je vais la mordre! Je blague...;p. Il y a plein de pièces remplies de vêtements chez elle. Un véritable musée de la mode! C'est super! Elle dit toujours que nous allons choisir des vêtements à donner à des oeuvres de charité, mais elle m'en donne toujours la plus grande partie. Je fais semblant de ne pas en avoir. besoin, mais avec tous mes frères et soeurs, il ne reste pas beaucoup d'argent pour magasiner. Je crois qu'on a fait un peu trop de bruit l'autre jour parce que nous avons réveillé son père. Il n'aime pas vraiment les loups-garous mais il me tolère parce que je suis amie avec Draculaura. Peu importe. Ça n'est pas comme si je voulais être son amie. De toute façon, ce qu'il y a de bien avec Draculaura c'est qu'elle ne me donne pas des vêtements parce qu'elle a pitié de moi, mais parce que c'est mon amie.

19 août

Je suis allée aux Galeries l'Épouvante avec Clawd aujourd'hui. Il avait besoin d'un nouveau ballon de football et je cherchais de nouvelles idées pour ma prochaine coiffure. Là-bas, jai vu quelqu'un chose de très étrange. Je passais devant le magasin de chaudrons de sorcière et j'ai aperçu Deuce Gorgon en train de live un livre de cuisine! J'ai crié «Hé, Deuce! Tu cherches une recette de serpents?» Il a lâché le livre et avait l'air très embarrassé, du moins c'est ce que j'ai pensé. C'est difficile de deviner ce qui se passe derrière ces lunettes. Je crois qu'il aurait bien essayé de me transformer en pierre, mais Clawd s'est approché et Deuce s'est calmé. Quelque fois, c'est cool d'avoir le gars le plus costaud de l'école de son côté. Merci!

21 août

Si j'étais un savant fou, l'expérience de coiffure que j'ai essayée aujourd'hui resterait à jamais sous clé dans le laboratoire. J'ai utilisé un fer pour aplatir mes cheveux avant de les couper au rasoir. Mais quand mes boucles naturelles sont revenues, le résultat était horrible. Même Howleen avait de la peine pour moi. Une chance que je suis l'équivalent de Raiponce chez les loups-garous et que mes cheveux auront repoussé d'ici la fin de la semaine, sinon j'aurais dû porter un chapeau jusqu'à l'Halloween.

23 août

Draculaura a encore essayé de me convaincre de passer une audition pour la brigade de la terreur. Pfff... sans espoir. Voilà la liste des raisons pour lesquelles je ne veux pas être dans la brigade:

I. Je ne fais pas d'auditions pour quoi que ce soit.

2. Je ne voudrais pas être vue dans ces uniformes.

3-8. C'est ennuyant... et Cleo de Nile

9. Pendant qu'elles crient pour encourager les garçons, je suis dans les gradins en train de flirter avec les garçons.

10. C'est ennuyant... et Cleo de Nile

J'avais pensé essayer juste pour montrer que je peux entrer dans l'équipe, puis j'ai jeté à nouveau un coup d'oeil à ma liste et ça m'a rappelé pourquoi je ne veux pas.

25 août

Je suis allée aux Galeries l'Épouvante avec Draculaura et nous y avons rencontré une nouvelle fille qui s'appelle Frankie stein. Elle magasinait avec sa mère et, heureusement pour Frankie, nous les avons rencontrées. Sinon, elle aurait commencé l'école habillée comme la fiancée de Horrible-stein. Frankie est belle et charmante mais un peu naive. Heureusement, je suis là pour assurer son éducation dans la plus pure tradition de la mode.

5 septembre

Aujourd'hui a eu lieu notre barbe-queue familial destiné à commémorer la Fin de l'été. Mmmmm.... des steaks gras et bien juteux pour tout le monde. Sauf pour Draculaura bien sûr. Elle avait apporté des saucisses de tofu, des hamburgers végétariens et un humain du nom de Jackson Jekyll. Elle sera toujours ma meilleure amie pour la vie et le monstre le plus gentil qui soit, mais elle fait parfois des choix étranges. Mais bon. J'ai remarqué quil était vraiment nerveux (mais quel humain entouré de loups-garous ne le serait pas)... Jusqu'à ce que Clawd commence à parler de football. Ensuite, ils ont eu l'air de bien s'entendre. Je crois que ce garçon intéresse vraiment Draculaura.

6 septembre

Je sais que la plupart des monstres n'ont pas le goût de retourner à l'école, mais pas moi. Je veux apprendre le plus possible pour être bien préparée le jour où je commencerai à bâtir mon empire de la mode. Même si ce n'est que pour pouvoir quitter la tanière et trouver un endroit pour moi toute seule où je n'aurai pas à partager quoi que ce soit avec mes frères et soeurs. Oh, non! Je crois que je sens Howleen sous la douche! Pourquoi je ne suis pas un loup unique?

Infos Personelles

Nom: Clawdeen Wolf

Age: 15 ans

Parents monstres: Le Loup-garou

Look d'enfer: J'adore vraiment la mode et j'ai une grande confiance en moi. Je suis également ravissante, redoutable et d'une grande loyauté envers mes amis.

Particularité: Mes cheveux sont diques d'une pub de shampooing... Le problème c'est qu'ils poussent aussi sur mes jambes. L'emploi d'une pince à épiler et d'un rasoir constitue définitivement un travail à temps plein, wais dest ou petit prix à paver pour paraître effroyablement fabuleuse.

Animal de compagnie: Crescent, un petit chaton affreusement miguon qui a autant de duvet que moi.

Activité préférée: Magasiner et flirter avec les garçons!

Ce que je déteste le plus: Je déteste avoir autant de frères et soeurs à l'école en même temps. Ils sont Tannants, embarrassants et savent exactement convient viénerver. Oh j'allais aublier...et Cleo de Nile.

Matière préférée à l'école : L'économie. J'aimerais avoir mon propre empire de la mode un jour, alors je veux en apprendre autant sur les affaires que j’en connais sur la mode l’étudier

Matière que aime le moins L'éducation physique. C'est juste parce que je v'ai pas le droit de mettre mes chaussures à plate-forme.

Couleur préférée : Or - C'est bien la seule chose sur laquelle Cleo de Nile et moi sommes d'accord.

Nourriture preférée Un steak... saiguant.

Amis pour la vie: Frankie Stein et Draculaura

[gz-missfit]

God these are live thoughts about this but Tazercrafts dynamic today. Their undoubted attachment to each other fucking hurt today.

Let's see how long this gets.

So first of all its definitely obvious that both still carry wounds from the prison, there's no doubt about it and while Mike definitely showed that a lot more over the last weeks we all kinda picked up on Pac not being okay, on how he was doing his best to move on for Mike. To stay sane for Mike. to ground him when his intrusive thoughts got bad or when he woke up from nightmares after seeing Walter Bob.

We all could see through his facade even if it was just based on instincts and small actions and words he said during the beginning, we knew he wasn't fully okay but no one else did cause above all else this dude is an incredibly talented liar if he has a reason and goal for it.

Now why do I bring that up?. Because we saw him express not being okay today! Mike saw him not being okay today for the first time since they escaped cause even if their minds are melded together by a bond that goes beyond words they're able to keep secrets from each other, and with his own emotions being a bubbling mess there was no way Mike could've noticed that a lot of those were also Pacs.

We saw it with how he got trapped, how he was panicked beyond believe and I think that's the first time Mike noticed that Pac is still very much not okay, because Mike was calm. He noticed Pac be so close to a panic attack to something that usually wouldn't bother him so his mind realized there that Pac was also still hurting, that Pac also needed help just like he did to calm down. While Pac helped him cool his boiling anger, Mike realized he needed to help Pac with his drowning anxiety. That's why his calm response to calm Pac and tell him he'll be okay hurt so much.

It was Mike first realizing Pac needed him too, especially now that they went back there.

The next was when the code attacked, both were so. Helpless. Obviously in typical Pac behavior he ran towards Richas, the ever selfless Pac throwing himself infront of his son like he does during any threat. Which is honestly a scary trait of him if I think about it too deeply (I swear this dude needs therapy but that's a whole other box I'd have to open) and the code zoned in on him. Teasingly hitting him while again, Pacs anxiety bubbled in his throat as he desperately called out for Mike. And Mike again, was helpless staring at his best friend, his souldbound because he couldn't help. He couldn't hit it no matter how much he tried, so he tried so hard to calm Pac but you could tell that this time even Mike was cracking at the seams. Pacs fear and pain meddling through their connection and filling his brain that when the Pearl teleport hit them he passed out on the spot. While Pac kept standing just through sheer adrenaline and blood loss fueling him alone.

This is also the first time forever got to see Pac panic, his constant repeating of words being the worst show of his anxiety we've had so far.

And when Mike finally came back to, and he and Pac could breathe to explain. But Pac vanished, ripped from the reality that surrounded them while Forever, Richas and Mike could do nothing but watch as his vanishing left the faintest purple particles behind, proving that he didn't do this on his own.

Now...I'd like to think that Mike logging off was a connection of multiple things, his hands reacted faster than his mind could comprehend so while Pac got transported through nothingness only to be dropped in ice cold water Mike teleported home.

And then he broke.

There's no doubt that Pac and Mike's minds are tied together, like I've said before they'll always be 2 hearts and 1 soul for me as they're soulbound since childhood. Destined to find each other and stay together till the end of time. So when Pac got teleported Mike could feel the fuzz of the forced teleportation in his own mind, could feel the ice cold water chill him down to the bone knowing that for Pac that feeling was a thousand times worse. And I think the thing that did it, that hit him the hardest was feeling his soulbound snap.

To feel the connection that was usually constantly flowing go dead silent. To feel part of his soul rip apart. To feel part of himself go dull and fade as he could do nothing but hope that this wasn't the end. That he would be able to call out to his partner in crime again and receive a response rather the static that screamed at him now whenever he tried to tap into their connection.

The silence was deafening for Mike, the echos of Pacs voice shouting through his brain as he could nothing but stand there and watch. Stand there and feel as his other half vanished into nothingness.

So his mind shut off, white noise flooding his mind as he fell unconscious and this time having no one by his side. His body laying safe in the arena they built together.

And I think deep down he knows what he'll wake up to, an empty arena. No one looking after him as much as he looks after them. A voice that usually filled his mind with a constant flow of conversation being gone. All while he has to desperately try and rebuild the part of himself that he lost. Just waiting and hoping that this isn't the last time he saw him, that his mind can take this hit better than when they took Walter Bob cause this time he has to be strong. Just like Pac has been for him since their escape. He has to hope and wait and try to find Pac.

Because in Mike's mind, in their shared soul Tazer was now offline.

Leaving Craft alone.

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

I didn’t mean for this to be so long, there’s enough for like a prologue too 😅😂 Can I please request a Regina Mills x Daughter!Reader (who’s 7ish yrs older than Henry, and has magic) set during 4x08 (when Marian is frozen and Robin sleeps with Regina)?

Her mom hadn’t come home that night, and Reader’s worried cause she rarely does that, so in morning she uses her mirror to check the vault to see if Regina is there. She sees the whole scene that morning from Robin getting up to when he starts kissing Regina again (she has the sense to stop watching). She uses the mirror again to check what happened last night and she sees how Regina asked him to stay away so she can start to emotionally heal but he came onto her anyway - knowing she needed space but giving her a taste of something she can’t have instead. Reader’s absolutely furious at Robin for messing with Regina’s head yet again. Her anger is simmering all morning, then Henry comes to her and says he thinks something happened with Robin cause mom’s sad, and she can’t tell him what actually happened, so she just says yeah something did but don’t worry cause she’ll handle it.

Later when Reader, Regina, Henry and Emma are in the library, Robin comes in w Roland. She and Henry see Robin show her mom the alternative page and are absolutely fuming. Henry says unsubtly for Roland to come look at the kids books with him, giving reader a ‘handle this’ look, and she magic’s herself and Robin outside. Emma and Regina run outside in time to see her punch him hard in the face, and are in total shock. They watch as she rips into him about how their ‘mom deserves far better than a man who pretends to have honour when it suits him and then fucks her in an underground crypt with his frozen wife 10ft away’. How they’ve watched for weeks as he says one thing then does another; how her mom asked him to stay away so she could begin to heal and instead he poured salt in the wound for his own selfish gratification; how when you pick and choose a code it’s not a code; how even in a weird situation like this with a frozen-undead-wife, he could choose to not repeatedly mess with her mom’s head but he hasn’t. And finally that they’ll help Marian and they’ll always love Roland, but to stay away from her family or he’ll find out what the daughter of an evil queen is truly capable of.

Robin looks shocked and embarrassed at being called out; Emma looks proud of how protective she is and especially proud of the punch she taught reader; and Regina is mostly confused how she knew and bc she thought her kids liked Hood. Emma gets Henry and Roland, and after Robin/Roland leave, tells Regina and Reader she and Henry will meet them at granny’s after they’ve talked. Henry subtly (but Regina still sees) high-fives reader on the way out when he finds out she punched Hood.

Regina finds out why reader knew about the vault, that Henry worries she’s sad after Hood is around, that both kids are genuinely upset at Robin for saying one thing then doing another (and that thankfully Henry didn’t know the details about what happened this time). She’s worried what her daughter thinks of her after the vault. But reader explains that she isn’t judging her, they’re all adults here and sometimes sex is just sex, but what’s upset her is this time it wasn’t, it was him giving her a small glimpse of what she can’t have. And that Regina deserves to be genuinely happy, not just fighting for scraps of happiness decided by an asshole, and Regina is sorry she didn’t see how this was hurting her kids and reader tells her she’s not allowed to apologise bc it’s not her fault. They agree from then on they’ll always make their own fate and hold each other to the promise to believe they deserve to be happy.

They join Emma and Henry at Granny’s and get take out for a family night, and reader and Regina cuddle up together on the sofa the entire evening.

(And for how her being Regina’s child yet still magic could all work, the reader could have been adopted by Regina 7 years before Henry - she was also pre-written in rumples curse like Henry was, bc rumple set in motion for an orphan baby from the EF to arrive 11 years into the curse (his purpose was to make Regina love being a mom so she’d definitely take Henry and his curse would break). The Pan curse she only had to give up one child and since Henry is Emma’s biologically but Reader’s an orphan and from the EF, they decided between the four of them that Emma and Henry would stay together in Boston and Regina and reader would go back to the EF together, but they (sounding horrifyingly like the charmings) promised they’d find each other again one day, since the siblings were distraught at being separated) ❤️✨

How to Throw a Proper Punch

Regina Mills x Daughter!Reader

A/N: Hi! Don't apologize at all! I love getting as much detail as possible! I don't usually write anything other than a romantic relationship so I was really excited to do this request! I really hope you enjoy it. I think it's the longest oneshot I've written.

Warnings: Very light violence, some major angst, and really bad mommy issues

Word count: 2207

Storybrooke

Time of the Dark Curse

“Henry told me you got in trouble for punching a kid at school today.”

You were sitting in a booth at the diner when Emma sat down in front of you, eyeing the bruises on your knuckles. You sighed, closing your book and looking guilty. “Yeah…what about it? Are you gonna lecture me like my mom did?��

Emma scoffed. “No. I’m gonna teach you how to throw a punch properly. Come on.”

You sat in the passenger seat of her car, watching the town go by quietly. Halfway to Henry’s castle, you heard Emma speak up.

“So, why’d you do it?”

“He grabbed my ass,” you mumbled.

“Huh?”

You huffed. “He grabbed my ass! And that’s not just it. He’s been harassing me since freshman year. Mom lectured me about it…but in the end she said she was proud of me.”

“Well, I think that’s the first time Regina and I have ever agreed on something,” Emma said.

“I broke his nose,” you grinned. “In front of the whole class.”

Emma glanced at you. “That’s badass, kid. Good job.”

__________

“Alright, if you’re gonna have to punch someone again, it’ll probably be a straight punch,” Emma said. “You’ll wanna lift your back heel, but not the ball of your foot, okay? When you do this, at the same time, you’re gonna turn your back foot and knee in the direction of the target.”

You stood beside her and mimicked her actions. “Like this?”

“Yeah, good! After you twist your legs toward them,” she continued, “rotate your torso to face them directly. By now, you should already have a fist made. Remember, keep your thumb over your four fingers. Otherwise, you’ll break it.” She brought her curled fist up. “When you bring the fist up, make sure you punch with your palm facing down. Then–this is the important part–you wanna follow through with the punch. You want your arm to be completely extended after you’ve finished.”

You nodded, paying attention to everything she said. You prayed this wouldn’t come in handy, but still, you’d rather be prepared than helpless.

__________

Storybrooke

Four years later

While throwing a proper punch is a good thing to know, the second you showed signs of magic three years later, just days after your twentieth birthday, you knew that would be your first instinct to defend yourself. Your mother couldn’t have been happier, rushing to her vault with you to get her beginner spell books and every piece of knowledge you could ever need.

She demonstrated the first spells she learned, adding on, “If Gold asks you if you want to train with him, don’t.”

“I figured,” you said.

And that was that. She took you to her vault every evening after work. You progressed quickly with a full fireball in your hand within a week.You had never seen her happier than in that moment, that was, until him, yet at the same time, she had never seen such sorrow.

__________

You opened the door to Henry’s bedroom, finding him reading a Wolverine comic book. “Do you know where Mom is?” “No clue,” he responded, not looking up from the pages.

This wasn’t like her. She’d be home for dinner at six o’clock sharp every night. Why was tonight any different?

“Oh, um…okay,” you said. “I’m going to Granny’s to pick up some dinner, do you want me to bring anything home for you?”

It was then that he finally looked up. “Oh, I’m going to Grandma and Grandpa’s tonight.”

After Henry left for the night, you continued to sit in the living room, putting on a random show for background noise as you made yourself a cup of tea. 

How many enemies does this woman have? Every possible scenario ran through your head. She could be dead–two children left behind in a cruel world, one of them left to help raise her brother.

Nine o’clock turned into ten, and ten turned into eleven before you decided to go to bed. You constantly checked your phone for any messages from your mother, finally falling asleep around one. 

You were up at nine, trying to call your mother and making breakfast for yourself when you had an idea. Her mirror. The mirror that she kept in the foyer by the front door. Rushing over, you stand before it and lift your arms, closing your eyes and thinking of what you want to see.

You were in shock. There they were–Robin in his white undershirt and your mother on the steps inside her vault putting her heels back on. But what hurt more was seeing her get a call on her phone, looking at it, and declining it immediately.

The healing. What happened to the healing? The emotional grief she suffered for decades, and was so desperate to heal from. 

You watch her pull away, here her distorted voice saying it wasn’t right. Just a shred of hope you had for her came back–until he pursued her again.

“Are you really that much of a pessimist?” he asked.

It continued. Him backing her into a corner before kissing her once again. You were sick to stomach and quickly backed away from the mirror before giving into the impulse of seeing the night before. 

She told him to stay away. She told him to leave her alone, to let her heal. He didn’t listen. 

You were furious–more than furious. Rage, white hot rage, coursed through your veins, taking over every bit of your sanity. You hated him. You hated him for everything he had done. He messed with her head, messed with her emotions, he messed with her. Everything that she worked for, every bit of herself that she wanted to heal was going down the drain because of him. 

__________

You sat with David and Mary Margaret at the table, flipping through a magazine when Elsa came down from the loft. The second you heard from David about Henry, you rushed over, not even stopping for your morning conversation with Archie.

“How is he?” Mary Margaret asked.

“Well,” Elsa said, “I gave him enough ice for the whole week.”

Mary Margaret looked at her seriously now. “No, I mean, how is he?”

“Upset,” Elsa responded. “I just wanted him to understand that Emma’s magic is tied to her emotions like mine. The reason she hurt him is because she was trying so hard not to hurt him. It sounds very convoluted when I try to explain it, bu–”

You looked up from the magazine. “No,” you said, interrupting her. “It makes perfect sense. I was really angry once before I had control of my powers and I ended up breaking a window by accident.”

Before anyone got a chance to respond, the door flew open. 

“Where’s Henry? Is he okay?” 

Your mood dampened when you saw your mother barge in.

“He’s fine. He’s upstairs,” David said. “We;ve been trying to call you all night.”

“Well I’m sorry if I don’t respond to your every summons!” Regina snapped. “Though I did bring that locator potion you wanted.” She slammed it down on the table. “Maybe next time, try leading with, “thank you”. Now, may I see my son please?”

“You might wanna finish buttoning your shirt first,” you chided as you continued skimming through the magazine and earning yourself a shocked look from your mother.

She opened her mouth before closing it again and buttoning up her blouse.

__________

The library was dead silent as you, Emma, Regina, and Henry walked around, searching for a book that could give you any clues as to how to stop Ingrid. The door opened suddenly, hearing the plastic blinds hitting the glass.

“Robin?”

You heard your mother and left the section you were in, seeing Emma and Henry do the same. Beside Robin, Roland held onto his pant leg.

“Robin, what are you doing here?” Regina asked, glancing around at the three of you.

Robin ignored you, Henry, and Emma, taking a familiar piece of paper out from his back pocket. He unfolded it and handed it to Regina.

“What is this?” she gawked

He paused before thinking of the right words to say. “I…borrowed the book. I was looking for anything that could hint to the author, and I found this. It’s an alternative page.”

You, Henry, and Emma saw the page and Henry looked at Roland, saying, “How about we go check out some books in the kids section?” before giving you a look as to say, ‘Handle this’.

The anger you felt in the previous days bubbled up to the surface once again. You could hardly contain yourself before giving into the rage and twisting your hand, teleporting you and Robin to the middle of the Main Street intersection outside the library.

Without a second thought, you remembered all those years ago when Emma taught you how to punch properly. You curled your fist, turned your leg, and socked him right in his nose, putting your entire weight behind the punch.

Emma, Regina, and Henry all made it out just in time to see the entire thing go down.

Robin doubled over, clutching his nose and smearing blood over the lower half of his face. All the while, you were berating him. 

“She deserves so much better than you!” you shouted. “You claim to have honor when it suits you, but then you turn around and fuck her in her crypt where your own wife is ten feet away, frozen!” You took a deep breath, trying to keep tears of anger and frustration at bay, but ultimately failing. “I have watched you say one thing and then do the complete opposite! She told you to stay away! She told you to leave her alone so she could heal! But you still pursued her! You rubbed salt into her wounds! You can’t just pick and choose when to have a code of honor!”

You moved closer to him. “Now, we will continue to help Marian, and continue to love Roland, but–” you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt and lowered your voice “–if you don’t leave her alone, you will find out what the daughter of the once Evil Queen is truly capable of.”

Among your heavy breathing, everyone stood quiet. Robin’s face was red with embarrassment as Emma stood behind you, clearly hiding the fact that she was proud of you, whereas Regina looked confused with Henry trying to hold back a smile.

“Right,” Emma finally said amidst the awkward silence. “Um…Henry, get Roland and I’ll drop him and Robin off at the hospital, and then we can head to Granny’s. I think your sister and Regina need to talk.” She turned to the pair of you. “We’ll meet you there.”

As Henry walks past you, you grin, receiving a subtle high five from him before turning to follow your mother–who quite obviously saw the high five happen judging by the shocked look on her face–home. 

__________

“What was that?” Regina asked as she shut the front door.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

Your mother rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. You’ve been in a terrible mood for the past few days, and now you had this outburst? There’s something clearly wrong!”

“It’s him!” you snap, turning around with your lip trembling. “Robin! He–Ugh! You’re always home at six o’clock sharp! For as long as I can remember, you’ve always been home on time! Until the other night! I asked Henry and he had no clue where you were! I barely slept and your phone kept going to voicemail! I thought you were dead! In the morning I decided to look at the mirror and you were with him. You were with Robin! Even after all the times he’s caused you pain! I get it, we’re adults, we all have that need, and I'm not judging you. But Robin?? Sex can be ‘just sex’, but this wasn’t! He was giving you a small glimpse of what you can’t have. Of what you can’t have until you’ve learned to love yourself despite all of your mistakes! And he’s preventing that from happening.”

You felt relieved to get it off your chest, only slightly guilty, but knowing that your mother needed to hear it.

She sighed. “Does Henry know?”

“That you were with him the other night?” you asked. “No. He was at the Charmings’ the morning I saw. But he’s noticed you’ve been acting differently. Mom, after all that’s happened to you, you deserve genuine happiness and love. But if you don’t heal, and you don’t learn to love yourself, that won’t happen. And because you won’t let that happen, it’s not just hurting you, but also me and Henry.”

“Oh.” She was quiet, almost meek in this moment. “I’m–I am so sorry. I had no idea that this was affecting you both so much.”

You wiped tears from your eyes. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault, Mom.”

“Thank you for telling me.” She reached out, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling you into an embrace. Kissing you on your head, she said, “Come on, let’s go to Granny’s.”

[justkillingthyme]

Ok I’m posting my f!layton script here. It’s like 10k words and very ooc. Separating it into 5 parts for ease.

It’s written in script format, and the ending isn’t canon to the au.

Scene 1: Dimitri, Claire, and Layton

(There’s a set of three high pitched beeps as the light comes on. CLAIRE wakes up, and sits up on the table. She’s in a lab. The walls are white and the light is harsh and bright. DIMITRI is at a desk in the corner, typing on his computer. When he notices her, he turns in his chair.)

DIMITRI: Oh, you're awake? That took longer than usual.

CLAIRE: Sorry if I worried you. There’s been some bugs in my system.

DIMITRI: Hershel’s been messing with your code again?

CLAIRE: (sighing and rubbing her face) yeah.

(DIMITRI turns in his chair, looking worried.)

DIMITRI: So that’s what’s causing all this instability?

(With no response from Claire, DIMITRI stands and starts walking towards her.)

DIMITRI: (softly) Claire, you can’t keep doing this.

CLAIRE: (acting innocent) Doing what?

DIMITRI: (gestures at her) This! Shutting down every other day and ripping all your wires out!

(Claire is beginning to get angry, and tries to stand up. She fails and sit back down.)

CLAIRE: I’m sorry if it's so inconvenient for you to do your job.

DIMITRI: Don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I’m saying.

CLAIRE: Then what are you saying? That you hate putting me back together again? I didn’t ask you to!

DIMITRI: You know damn well what he would do to me if I refused to rebuild you, Claire. And it’s not that I hate doing this, it's that I hate that it happens in the first place! I hate that you keep destroying yourself when you know it won’t fix anything!

(CLAIRE tries to get up again and takes a few steps before her legs give out. DIMITRI catches her and lowers her to the ground, then hovers over her)

DIMITRI: Careful, your legs aren’t calibrated yet. (pause) It pains me to see you like this, Claire. You know I care, right?

(CLAIRE smacks away his hands and glares.)

CLAIRE: You don’t care about me. The only one anyone cares about is Claire Layton, ‘beloved wife and friend’. Not me. You only care about the dead girl I was modeled after.

(DIMITRI is about to respond, but he hesitates. LAYTON enters stage right. DIMITRI visibly tenses.)

LAYTON: Claire!

(LAYTON picks CLAIRE up and sets her back on the table, then turns to DIMITRI)

LAYTON: (threatening tone, gritted teeth) What happened?

DIMITRI: (taking a step back) She tried to stand up. Her legs aren’t calibrated properly yet because of the shut down.

(Towards the end of DIMITRI’s sentence, CLAIRE grabs LAYTON’s sleeve, and shakes her head. He backs off.)

LAYTON: Out.

(DIMITRI nods and exits stage right, hesitating and looking back at LAYTON and CLAIRE, then shaking his head and leaving.)

LAYTON: He’s incompetent. I ought to throw him out with the others.

CLAIRE: (pursing her lips) He’s the fifth one this month, Hershel.

(LAYTON runs a hand through her hair)

LAYTON: You could have gotten hurt. I can’t allow that. I need you, Claire.

CLAIRE: Dimitri is the best one so far. He’s the only one that can read all your blueprints, and he knew the real Claire too.

LAYTON: (displeased) I wish you wouldn’t say that.

CLAIRE: What? That there’s a real Claire?

LAYTON: You are real.

(There’s a pause where CLAIRE doesn’t respond)

LAYTON: (More firmly) You are.

(CLAIRE looks away, silent.)

CLAIRE: (flatly) My legs are fine now. I can go.

LAYTON: Then come along. I had a wonderful picnic planned for us in the gardens, however this morning’s (searching for the right word) …incident had them postponed.

CLAIRE (visibly down) A picnic sounds lovely, dear.

(LAYTON helps CLAIRE up, and they hold hands as they exit stage right. CLAIRE is a little unsteady on her feet.)

[siremasterlawrence]

The Detoxification Of Bros

Friendship is boundless even though you are sharing a building, a company and the wind fall of finances because they are CO-CEOS of Bro Codes.Thomas Alex is the one who hired me when the company Bro Codes was established is about to fire me for not meeting his goals and that is simply never going to happen.

He closes the door, taking my hand in him as I smirk an and shake his hand tightly with a smile to his annoyance and curiosity but before he could react.I turn to two side I press the side of both of my cheeks causing my eyes to spiral out of control and activating my contacts as they glow red.

Tom catches my eyes he gets scared start to back up as I follow him carefully to his ass and then his back hit the desk behind him. His fear is heightened at the sight of my red eyes meeting his, our eyes connecting on an instant interface I begin to maneuver setting up a new code and login process.

He stops cold his mouth drops to its edge, his lips drip of spit down trickling down his neck and soon enough his eye look wide and in awe. As if he is a deer in headlights I begin my little journey with a massive amount of solo time with him and press my hands on to his chest.

They slide down leaving utterly in disbelief at how perfect his body is, I cannot hold my life back and starts to strip him naked for my many purposes. I reach for a chair quickly picking it up place it in front of him, happily I continue to smirk in love and my lust overflowing my cup of pure ecstasy.

Closing my eyes I begin to pulse a bit with little effort his senses go through the roof as he pumps up and I can sense his blood flow rise. In my sense both our energies are at an all time highs sending shills down my spine in to the air and all of it is ripping through my veins.

I feel the chair dropping from under me as k free fall in to his mind empty pit of darkness encircling meet and my feet hit the ground of his subconscious. My mind takes root burying so deep in to him any self defenses are easily override due to my power and I begin to formulate a plan.

I decide to go for a stroll walking down a long overdrawn corridor catching up with his reflection stuck inside a old fashion television set in black and white. “What? Why am I here? Who are you? Let me out at once.” He shouts banging on the hard glass and getting more intense by the second it to is really embarrassing.

“Submit to me completely! I have infected you boss with a simple mental connection way beyond your understanding so don’t even bother to comprehend.” I say kneeling to face the screen to push fiercely intent to him because I am in control of his life for all of eternity and simply put his nerves purely go red.

Charlie is never happy at the sound of his cell ringing in the morning while going over his to do for the day and he angrily picks up the phone. “What the hell do you want?” He howls. “Shut The Fuck Up!” A voice barrels back at him then the television flips on with a huge screen as I appear on it and he my eyes see in to his as we connect deeply in to his the nerves go on fire.

“Charlie you are such a burden”

“I am a burden”

“You need to release”

“Let go of the stress and worry “

“You are not a man”

“Your bitch a pussy”

“I am pussy “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I am your boss “

“Like Tom your serve me”

“Take a dive “

“Relinquish control”

“Be a pussy”

“Yes a pussy”

“Some men are made to kneel”

“Nothing about you is of importance “

“Strong guys like you can be improved “

Ben always works from home since about ten years ago with no interaction with us he runs his day to day and expect us to have no issues with him or the job in a seamless fashion because he demands us to be it.I commanded all two guys to drive me to the blue yeah Ben and Ian share with each other and they do so sneaking me in to the gigantic mansion by way of the back door for me.

Unfortunately! Of course neither is home at the moment leaving me time to set up all my plans. It is exactly one o’clock precisely the specials Ben strolls in to his home and race up the staircase to his bathroom and he has no idea.He pops the cabinet to find a strange pair of contacts in his eyes, in him he questions it all why because they must be his and he just forgot about it picking them up in a half hearted attempt.

The jackass slips the box to reveal to small contact lenses, turning them over he begins to undo the packages and placing them in his eyes and he goes blank unaware of the door shutting after him. “Sorry buddy I am assuming absolute control of this body as of this second. You have no way of even beginning to accept or understand a word am saying not that it really matters at this point.

“You are entrapped be me Ben”

“You love my scent “

“Obsessed with my body “

“My mind”

“My life is all you care about “

“Your life is mine”

“No escape”

“No worry”

“No desire”

“Serving me is everything “

“To you I am god “

“To you I am life “

“I breath life in to you “

“You exist for me”

“You love me”

“I love you “

“Admit it”

“Yes! Master Lawrence !”

Ian is the last of the four CEO titans about to meet his new maker, I slip behind him as he walks in to the bathroom closing the door and then steps up and in unzips his pants prepped to urinate. I dig in to my bag as I am in step with him a wet rag in my hand, placing it on his mouth holding him tight as he struggles to fight me and yank him back as his eyes flutter close and submit to me.

I back up letting him fall backwards on to the ground, sitting next to him i place ear pods in to his ears and then rip his eyes open wide and put the contacts in to his eyes. My finger swings back to the side then they connect snapping in time the sound rings resonating deep in him. His eyes pop awake sitting he stares ahead blankly awaiting all the orders I shall command of her.

He rose to his feet standing tall across from me his eyes are darted grossly crossing a bit sometimes and he freaks out punching him with a gut and I kiss his cheeks telling him to move forward. I shove him forward letting my hand slips in to his pants, let’s begin by undoing his belt and bending him over, his underpants fall while my hand swaps his butt cheeks swap aside and my hand starts to fist.

“Ian you are the last of these toxicity”

“Command…prompt…start”

“Shut eyes”

“Contacts upload”

“Bbbbuuuuzzzz”

“Perfect we are sinking “

“Yes Master”

“You thought you were a god”

“A man among men”

“You are just a pussy”

“A simple bitch”

“A nobody “

“Kneel “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Too easy”

the end

[foxes-that-run]

do you think Hits Different is haylor coded?

Hi, to me it is, though I think it is ambiguous as I think Taylor's feelings might have been. Aaron indicated it was an earlier song on Midnights. It was possibly written not very long after Renegade.

Timeline

Aaron mentioned it as one of the songs they wrote together, he mentioned it when saying they wrote High Infidelity in L.A. after Taylor saw Harry at the 2021 Grammy's. He mentioned The Great War also. (31 mins in Broken Record podcast)

I guess this somewhat depends on one's view of the Joever timeline and the Haylor aspects of Folklore. At that time Harry wrote As it was and LOML which are about moving on and there was a lot of reporting around OW.

Video

In this pretty unsettling short she wore an Opal, Taylor's worn Opals since 2014 including the Cardigan video and says 'Opal eyes' in Ivy.

Lyrics

I washed my hands of us at the club You made a mess of me I pictured you with other girls in love Then threw up on the street Like waiting for a bus that never shows You just start walkin' on They say that if it's right, you know Each bar plays our song Nothing has ever felt so wrong

Taylor has been a mess in:

All You Had To Do Was Stay: I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: I’m a mess but I’m the mess that you wanted

Illicit Affairs: Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Also the only other bus lyric is The 1: I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn’t, though.

Bars feature a lot on Reputation, so many associate them with Joe, (who she started dating after a lot of the album was recorded.) however to me most of those songs are Haylor.

Oh my, love is a lie Shit my friends say to get me by It hits different It hits different this time Catastrophic blues Movin' on was always easy for me to do It hits different It hits different 'cause it's you ('Cause it's you)

The Catastrophic blues, to me are most similar to Peace: "If your cascade ocean wave blues come." but I hear the lyric as Taylor is depressed.

'Movin' on was always easy for me to do' indicates Harry to me because, he is someone she hasn't been able to move on from because of the cyclical nature of it:

End Game "We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't" and "And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul"

DBATC: "Chandelier's still flickering here / 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not"

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw Freedom felt like summer then on the coast Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings And I never don't cry (no, I never don't cry) at the bar Yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious) I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car I stopped receiving invitations

Taylor has also described Harry is irreplaceable, not a switchable Ken:

Question..?:"Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A color I've searched for since" and "Does it feel like everything's just like / Second best after that meteor strike

Ready for it: "And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor / Every lover known in comparison is a failure"

Gold Rush: "And the coastal town / We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it"

Finally the drunk, slurred name lyrics, (hard to slur Joe), and

Cruel Summer: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I get drunk but it’s not enough ‘cause the morning comes and you’re not my baby

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat Cursed the space that I needed I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' You were the one that I loved Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief In the good in the world, you once believed in me And I felt you and I held you for a while Bet I could still melt your world Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Joe's worn a few baseball caps, though Taylor has also referenced Harry's hats before. In early interviews Niall said he wore them to hide his hair in public, so he wears them a lot. Including this green beanie in the 22 MV.

Bleeding is a Haylor Theme

Trace the evidence / Wrinkle in time reminds me of Right where you left me, "They expected me to find somewhere / Some perspective, but I sat and stared"

Hair, Stare and Sense of belief describe Harry well:

Hair (Style: long hair, Shake it off: hella good hair, Gold Rush: Hair falling into place)

Stare (Style: daydream look in your eye, Delicate: look into your eyes, Exile: eyes add insult to injury, Gold Rush: Twinkling eyes)

Harry has a belief in the good in the world, Joe may too, we don't really know him.

Finally the Argumentative, antithetical dream girl - reminds me of Gold Rush "At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit". Harry describes Taylor in Sweet Creature "It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know" Kiwi "Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect" and Woman "I told you, but I know you never listen."

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway Is that your key in the door? Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away? To take me away

Finally, hallways and doors both feature a lot in Haylor songs, here the muse has a key. I guess this also depends on a perspective of the pandemic time, I don't find it a stretch to think H had a key to Taylors home. As far as I wonder if she even has a literal key anymore...

Have they come to take me away reminds me of:

Wonderland: And in the end in Wonderland, we both went mad

Say Don’t Go: The waiting is a sadness fading into madness

Don’t Blame Me: "For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind" and "Don’t blame me, love made me crazy"

I Wish You Would: This mad, mad love makes you come running

Blank Space: Magic, madness, heaven, sin

[shotmrmiller]

hear me out

Agora Hills can pass off as a Simon Riley boyfie coded song.

That's it

*runs off.*

and where tf you think you goin

you don't get to leave this here and scram

now

you can hit it while they watch, boy

correct. he would love it, if anything. exhibitionist through and through.

Something different about you, love it when you hit And smack too, baby, let me lick on your tattoos That's true that I like PDA, take you to a seedy place Suck a little dick in the bathroom

he thrusts with the intent to carve the shape of his cock into you, so only he can ever fit. he loves to leave handprints on your flesh, creating a unique masterpiece akin to the tattoos that adorn his arm. he'd also never say no to head in any public setting. again, exhibitionist.

Who that man with the big strong hands

he got bear paws for hands. one swipe using his full strength and whatever he hits is lifeless. (rip the flies that have the courage to invade his home. once he used the fly swatter and the poor body of said fly ricocheted viciously, like a child on a trampoline.)

I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth

one woman tried to saddle up right next to him at a bar top. big mistake. his kitten's got claws and the sibilant hiss that slithered past your teeth at the woman had simon immediately picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

We fuck too good when the beat kicks in

self-explanatory. dick is sensational. call him rasputin.

Hold me down when a hole need dick

being in between your legs is his shang-ri la

'Cause this type of love's the epitome, said

something he never dreamed of having in his lifetime. until you. now he wakes without complaint, even if his spine aches, knees creak, and scars feel like they're reopening, tearing at the seams. all of it dissolves, muting— a tiny buzz in the back of his head when he lays eyes on your sleeping form.

he's home, in his little garden of eden. and oh, how he loves his eve so.

[mrsnancywheeler]

hiii omg so sorry i haven't been in your inbox! finals have been sweeping me away, but i've been lurking 👁️👁️ ok so i was listening to my playlists and had some #thoughts, so I shall share them to make up for the time i was gone 🤝😎 ----- I Want to Write You a Song - One Direction

I want to lend you my coat One that's as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You'll have a hiding place you can go I want to lend you my coat Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do (…) I want to write you a song One to make your heart remember me So any time I'm gone You can listen to my voice and sing along I'm such 1D trash 😭😭 But this was on my yearning playlist (lmao) and I was thinking about how Finnick would 1000% write this song for his sweet girl. Like this is such a simp song (respectfully) and we all know Finnick is so in love with her its SICK ----- In Agreement - Lizzy McAlpine I talk to my friends about you Pretty sure they're tired of hearin' it I say "I met a guy, and he treats me real nice" Which is good for a change I talk to my friends about you And I think they agree my exes weren't always great And I don't really buy into fate But you tell me I'm pretty And you don't ask for too much 'Cause you know and I know That promises sometimes can hurt When it's barely begun And I don't want this to fall through Collapsing is what I'm used to But we're all in agreement This is something I should hold onto (another song on my yearning playlist LMAO) but this is very much sweet girl coded #idk bc this is definitely her inner monologue when she first meets Finnick and they start dating 😭😭😭 AND WITH THAT IN MIND, IT MAKES THE LYRIC "'Cause you know and I know that promises sometimes can hurt when it's barely begun, and I don't want this to fall through. Collapsing is what I'm used to" HURTTTT ----- girl i've always been - Olivia Rodrigo *just the entire song*

No like, walk with me here 🚶‍♀️ because this is definitey something that could've been written by Billy's muse HOWEVER, it can be either about Billy OR, OR!! Eddie. Do we see the vision👁️👁️. For Billy, it's written from the pov of a reader who has a lil kick to her, who's done being the doormat and rips into him after he disrespects her and he's all like "???" For Eddie, it's more from the perspective of a reader who is always gonna pick Billy over Eddie. And she told him this many times. Yet, he still pursues her. And yet, he still get's upset that she always picks Billy. His intentions aren't coming from a good place. Like that one blurb you did about Eddie not being a fully good guy, y'know? I'm not good at explaining things so I hope I'm making sense LMAO ----- BACK TO FINNICK AND HIS SWEET GIRL! Block Me Out - Gracie Abrams

Now I only let me down When there's no one else around I've been thinkin' way too loud I wish that I could block me out I wish that I could block me out, out I think I'm burnin' alive, but nobody sees the fire 'Cause when I open my mouth, I seem to be stuck in silence And I thought of leaving tonight, but I couldn't drive this tired Plus, after all of this time, I should be a pretty crier (😭!!) Wish I were heavier now, I'm floating outside my body It's not their fault, but I've found that none of my friends will call me Until I'm left to myself, it's honestly kind of funny How every voice in my head is trying its best to haunt me This is another sweet girl coded song. This could deffo be applied to her after her games and after she's rescued from the Capitol :(((( ----- Finishing off with a bit of Miss Swift, this one part of Delicate reminds me of Finnick's sweet girl in the last couple of chapters: This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me Where she's finally letting Finn back in and allowing herself to be comfortable with him :') Also, some its and bits of Marjorie also remind me of this fic when I think about it from two perspectives:

The autumn chill that wakes me up You loved the amber skies so much Long limbs and frozen swims You'd always go past where our feet could touch And I complained the whole way there The car ride back and up the stairs I should've asked you questions I should've asked you how to be Asked you to write it down for me Should've kept every grocery store receipt

If I didn't know better I'd think you were still around I know better But I still feel you all around I know better But you're still around

One being Finnick when he's missing the reader while he's in 13 and she's at the Capitol :( (Sometime I remember that part in Chapter 1 of The River where he smells peaches in his oatmeal and starts breaking breaking down, and I cry 🥲) But the other one being the reader thinking about Conway. Even though he tried to kill her, she still reminisces about the best parts of her friendship and can't help but feel the guilt and regret whenever she does. ------ OK HEHE THOSE ARE MY #THOUGHTS 💆‍♀️ I didn't realize how long it's been since i've been in your inbox and it's been WAY TOO LONG! never again 🫡 I love yapping about these things and I love hearing your thoughts about it!! Also, apologies in advance for when Tortured Poets Department comes out bc it'll be the biggest yap session ever once I make a connection between Finnick/Billy and any of the songs -🦅

AAAAAAA POOKIE I CALLED AND YOU CAME ILY 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺💋💋💋💋

(sorry this took so long to get to I get so easily distracted and there's an to get through)

you're all good pookie, I hope finals are going good and that you're taking care of yourself babes 💕

finnick odair the type of man to make you a mixtape that's kinda messy and done wrong but you don't care because he's so sweet and you can hear him talking and all the songs that make him think of you, he's such a simp, and so adorable

justice for finnick's sweet girl. she really had so much hope, felt so loved, so in love and had it all torn away from her. she's so giddy to be perceived by someone especially finnick odair and just addicted to him

billy's muse getting annoyed with eddie and giving daisy some lyrics about eddie instead this time bc she's so done with the way he's always being so sweet and comforting and lovey dovey and then trying to convince her to leave billy for him even though she's told him from the start she wouldn't, and he makes her feel so selfish, and cold for it. but "now you're on my case, how could I go? you never dreamed I'd be so cold and, then with venom on your tounge you ask me who I have become" honestly in this case I think billy would love the song because it validates that she'll always pick him, that eddie, although he's a nusciance, isn't a real threat and never had been.

and eddie gets annoyed for a good while and is pissy about it, which is painful for muse because she feels like she's got no one when her and billy argue. but eddie comes crawling back trying to win her over again regardless of how clear she's made it that he never stood a fighting chance.

SIDE NOTE: this song also makes me think of conway and sweet girl especially in that moment during their games when he's realizing everything and says she's changed which she denies. "so don't say that I've been acting different, I'm nothing if I'm not consistent" "I got wrapped up in the game again and you woke up in an empty bed, and I can't say I'm a perfect ten, but I am the girl I've always been"

aaaaa finnick's sweet girl, my poor tortured baby. the crying, the destructing when left with her thoughts, the death wishes, the silent cries for help that really aren't that silent, I want to hold her so bad

and for delicate, finnick's anxiety about not knowing what's not enough and too much for his sweet girl, where is the line? "is it cool that I said all that? is it chill that you're in my head? cause I know that it's delicate."

finnick thinking about how he should've done more, should have paid more attention even though he has her memorized, that somehow he should have savored every moment with her because he can't bear being without her. and the guilt because he wishes he'd supported her more, helped her heal more, he lies awake thinking about how he should've convinced her that life was worth living, that she was worth it because he has no idea what's happening to her now.

AND her thinking about conway, how she should've really paid attention to each tiny detail of their life before the games, each smile, joke, laugh, every damn moment before she destroyed it all. before snow destroyed it all. and she does see him everywhere and try not to break down, the beach they used to play on, the alleys they used to hide in to chat endlessly, their favorite field, favorite swimming hole, everything and it just makes her grieve.

I LOVE YOU POOKIE AND MISSED YOU 😭😭❤️❤️

SO REAL AND PLEASE SO I'M SO SO EXCITED FOR THE ALBUM AND I'M ALREADY SEARCHING FOR CONNECTIONS (billy and his muse as my boy only breaks his favorite toys, but daddy I love him, I can fix him (no really I can) I can do it with a broken heart)

[icekingofhope]

WHY I BELIEVE MEWTWO SHOULDN’T BE CONSIDER A FULL POKÉMON

ok so before you say anything this is just my opinion and you don’t have to share it

so I’m talking about the very popular series Pokémon even if you hate it or love it there is among thousands of opinions on there and I am about to share one of mine

as you can tell from the title it explains about my opinion on Mewtwo and how I think he shouldn’t be fully considered a Pokémon

to start on my reasonings

REASON 1: THE THEORY OF HIM HAVING HUMAN DNA

now I will say this theory seems the most likely cause we don’t even know much about what happened during the experiments of mewtwos creation but it’s very most likely he has human DNA

the biggest hint is his appearance

out of all the Pokémon he seems to be the most human like out of them you could agrue about other Pokémon (examples Gardevoir)

But they don’t have much features that look human (example Gardevoir having nubs for her feet and such) mewtwo has more human features and something that looks like human skin the difference compare him that isn’t human is his feet hands tail face shape and hoop thingy

and plus to use a example on this Jurassic park

how they created the dinosaurs they had got mosquitoes that had dinosaur blood in them and got stuck in amber and they took the samples but since the samples weren’t full due to being ancient they needed something to fill the holes and they picked frogs to fill in the code

and it wouldn’t be far fetched we don’t know how old the mew fossil is and they wanted to make the strongest Pokémon ever so they may have use human blood so it can increase intelligence (yes that’s a thing look it up)

REASON 2: HIM BEING INTELLIGENT

Yes before you say anything I know him being very intelligent to the point he understands human language and it sounds like I am saying every Pokémon is stupid

but let me explain

what I mean when I said that is that he seems to know how to speak to humans even if it’s not directly speaking it’s still shows he knows how to speak English now before you say “well the other legendary Pokémon can speak to humans as well” Some can most from what I seen don’t and not to mention they aren’t exactly normal Pokémon (also despite Pokémon being a popular franchise we still have to acknowledge that Pokémon isn’t the flawless series

like how ash is always ten for some unknown reason when all those adventures should make him like a adult or the very least a teenager or how they say Mewtwo is the most powerful Pokémon ever but go and make some other Pokémon more powerful and defeat Mewtwo??

or that one obvious tarzan rip off where that kid can somehow know English and that they didn’t figure out why he is acting animalistic and just left him with ash??? Seems pretty strange

or how Pokémon changed his gender in the series despite showing he is canonically a male?? I know it confirmed that it’s another Mewtwo but when I first watched it I thought it was the same person they should have stated that in the series and it also goes with who is the most powerful Pokémon then is the female or male?? It was easier with Mewtwo being the only one of his kind )

he also seems to have a thing of wearing clothing

even if it was just a intro it shows that he does care for clothing and from what I know no legendary Pokémon goes and wears human clothing ( I mean you don’t see lugia going in a shopping spree for clothing )

yes Pokémon have dressed up before but because since they are basically treated like Pets (which out of topic makes the Pokémon universe kinda dark since it’s basically like dog fighting )

and normally owners dress up their pets but Mewtwo with no trainer or anything he full on went to get that cloak in that gif all by himself we never really see it much but it clearly shows Mewtwo likes to wear clothing and could be explored more

he also tends to take care of Pokémon like a trainer would and even created Pokeballs!

REASON 3: THIS CLIP AND HOW MEWTWO DOESN’T EVEN KMOW IF HE SHOULD CONSIDER HIMSELF AS A POKÉMON

now before you say anything i read that every Pokémon game movie and show is canon in its own plot meaning this is also canon

now to explain in this clip

Mewtwo questions why he is forced to fight and seems upset when he is told it’s because he was a Pokémon

and there is the line

“But I am not human and as artificial Pokémon I am not Pokémon neither “ and in Mewtwo returns he questions if he is a Pokémon or not

REASON 4: ABLITTY TO MEGA EVOLVE AT FREE WILL

there is the fact he manages to mega evolve at free will without a trainer I do have a theory since the theory of he is half human and since he is more capable of doing things himself his human half could be the reason how since maybe the fact he has human dna manages to make him mega evolve or a least that’s what I guess

and that’s currently all the reasons i hope it was aleast fun to hear this opinion of mine and me ranting about the silly purple lizard man

[shares-a-vest]

Platonic Stobin Month, Day 24: Babysitting

Prompt List

“What are you doing?”

Steve jumps at the question, flying off his chair at the front desk and inadvertently sending it back into Robin’s stomach.

“Nothing!” he exclaims, panicked as he gathers up the crumpled paper he has been hunched over all morning.

Robin narrows her eyes as Steve avoids looking directly at her. She places her hands on her hips in an attempt to assert any kind of persuasion.

“What is it?”

“Just my planner,” he shrugs, pouting.

He readjusts his seat and resumes his spot.

“You have a planner?” she asks, dumbfounded as she steps towards him and cranes her neck over his shoulder.

This time, Steve doesn’t hide, allowing Robin a full view of his ‘planner’.

And ‘planner’ is a very loose word for it. It’s basically just a single sheet of lined paper, torn from a notebook, filled with Steve’s crinkled handwriting at all different angles. Half of a table is shakily drawn up, with names crossed out and arrows pointing every which way and a pathetic little lopsided love heart next to his unfortunate date for the week, Cynthia.

“Wait,” Robin says, pausing momentarily to pinch her nose because god, Steve is such a dork. “You are making a schedule for all your babysitting crap?”

Steve spins around on the chair, exasperated.

“What am I supposed to do?” he huffs. “Henderson’s mom is on some trip with her sister so I’m basically looking after him all week. Lucas needs more practice before the Tigers pick their lineup for the semester. Plus the boys need me to drive them to their Dragon Game Night every other day now that they are in whatever that club is called. And - ”

Robin holds out her hands, cutting them through the air to silence her rambling and panicked best friend.

“New plan,” she begins, nodding with encouragement as Steve finally takes a breath. “You write down everything you have to do this week. I’ll work out the schedule.”

She scrambles for a Family Video-branded notepad, rips a slip of paper clean and hands it to Steve.

It turns out, Steve’s babysitting duties didn’t just stop at car rides, the occasional ice cream run and (hopefully) rare child-endangerment shenanigans. It was an elaborate ecosystem of never-ending arrangements with seven other people, plus whatever time Steve had left for himself.

Oh, and Robin, of course. She couldn’t forget herself amongst all this (which this week meant car rides to work, school and a shopping trip before Steve’s date with Cynthia… he needs backup, okay?). Anyway despite taking full advantage of having a friend with a car, Robin actually wanted to spend time with her platonic soulmate instead of eighth-wheeling it with a bunch of dweebs.

It takes until closing and dividing each task onto separate slips of paper to shuffle around, but Robin manages to help Steve turn his hectic babysitting schedule into a fine art.

A fine art that is thrown into utter chaos when anybody else chimes in (apocalyptic situations not counting because quite frankly, they shouldn't). Anybody else being Nancy and later Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie.

Nancy never helps with babysitting. In fact, she outright refuses. Even if DND is in the Wheeler’s basement, or she has no choice but to drive Mike, she only ever argues with her younger brother which creates a chain reaction of bickering and in-fighting.

Argyle and Jonathan of course extend their California chill to everything, which just means allowing the kids to walk all over them and throw The Schedule out the window (once Max literally threw Robin’s colour-coded carpool timetable out the Beemer’s back window all because Argyle chimed in with a, “Don’t worry about that thing, man!” on their way to the movies).

And Eddie… Well, Mr Eddie Munson causes endless problems because he somehow possesses Nancy's stubbornness, Argyle and Jonathan’s laissez-faire attitudes, Robin’s own tendency for distraction as well as Steve’s sole interest in romantic attention. All of which combined into a single devilish being who brings untold carnage.

“Like a well-oiled machine,” Robin coos before downing the last of her beer and crushing the can in her hand, triumphant over the scene before her.

She watches as the kids mingle around the Harringtons' pool, enjoying a warm summer afternoon while she helps Steve at the barbeque.

Although she’s unaware that Eddie is creeping up behind the two of them with Nancy in tow, both mildly high courtesy of Argyle and Jonathan (who are late with the other burger supplies from the kitchen) and ready to throw a fully-clothed Steve into the pool...

[kisuminight]

So what's up with the Egg in this AU? Basically, it's part of the Entity that killed the Blood God and Aegis!Dream in the backstory.

For a slightly longer explanation: the Entity is based on a plant. And if you know anything about plants (mint, my beloathed) they can be really hard to get rid of. Not only that, but the Entity was aware that it was losing, and it split off a part of itself to go hide and re-grow. The Egg is the result of that, and it is both a "descendant" of the Entity and a "clone" of the Entity. It isn't quite the same thing as the Entity (yet. It hasn't hatched, after all), but it does have all its memories.

So how did this happen? Well, the original fight that I mentioned as part of the Karl-XD explanation was the last battle in an ongoing war, essentially. Aegis!Dream actually learned enough over the course of that war to write down information about the Entity's nature in their research journal (which c!Dream has in the present day). Unfortunately, the journal itself was lost when A!Dream was killed.

Shouldn't A!Dream have told the others what he suspected of the Entity? He did! But the fight basically ended in a mass-slaughter of the brainwashed forces of the Entity, the deaths of 2/6 of the godly participants, the extreme shock and grief from the other 2/6 participants that had been in a soul bond with the dead parties, and the last 2/6 in something of a crisis over the unneeded (unnatural) deaths caused by the Entity.

Like, the Blood God was dead. His Aegis ripped out his heart so she could keep fighting and is now having a crisis over it the moment the fight is done. A!Dream, their healer, is dead, and XD doesn't even have the shards left. A!Dream died saving DreamXD, so there's massive survivor's guilt there, too. This is the first time any god or Aegis has died, ever, and it is kind of overwhelming the Goddess of Death and her Angel. Also, the Entity absolutely used it's abilities to trigger the deaths of all the surviving brainwashed civilians it was puppetting when it wasn't their time to die yet, so there's a mess with how their domain is even functioning right now.

None of them were in any fit state to continue the fight. The fact that they were able to get rid of all the remaining bits they knew about before they all fell apart even further is something of a miracle. Should they have called for help on this? Absolutely. But the Blood God, the Goddess of Death, and the Chaos of Life are not the sort of gods with the personality to call for help, especially after they've "won."

So they miss the Egg. It grows in secret on the server (DreamXD's server) where it first invaded the universe. The Entity wasn't a natural spawn, after all. It was something Eldritch and monstrous, that corrupted the code it touched in an effort to take control. The Egg is like that, too, though it does have a bit of a camouflage. The Egg is the Egg because it is mimicking, the best it can, the code of an Ender Dragon egg.

The Egg is subtler than the Entity before it. It knows that it can't pick a fight with gods just yet. But there aren't gods here, just one, and that god doesn't even have an Aegis anymore. Still, it realizes that it needs something similar if it wants to fight on even terms. So it tries to corrupt Blades for its own.

The problem of Blades it that they are resistant to the Egg's control on their own. Corruption from the Egg can seep into them, through the Driver, but when they revert to core crystal and "lose" their data of their previous life, the corruption is purged as well. Hubert, through his Driver Billiam, is one of the first attempts at permanent Blade corruption.

c!Dream and c!Punz's initial Memory Patch creates a big glaring weak spot in this type of protection, unfortunately.

As of the main timeline of the DreamSMP, c!Skeppy and c!Badboyhalo are the most recent attempt at this. Unfortunately for them, their specific bond and Resonance is a complicating factor. They are much more tightly tied with each other than a regular Blade and Driver, and that makes them easier to influence.

The Egg is eldritch enough that it can see the ties between Blade and Driver, and it does use that to try and target the Drivers of the server when it is active. It does try and target c!Punz and c!Purpled. c!Techno and c!Philza stay out of reach until much later, so it is aware of them but can't get to them. c!Callahan's Driver is not on the server, which makes him functionally immune. c!Slime is a dormant core crystal at the moment, and has been since before the Entity, so the Egg does not know about him.

Using c!Skeppy and c!Bad, it does try to c!Dream and c!George. A large part of why c!Bad and c!Ant went to Staged Finale was to try and collect Dream's core crystal for the Egg. The Egg does not recognize Dream (or Hubert, before him) as Blades created from the shards of the Aegis Blade the Entity shattered.

The Egg is prioritizing control over the Blades on the server, so keeping Bad and Skeppy is much more important to it that c!Puffy. Its focus on the Blade-Driver pair diverted enough of its attention that she, as a regular Player, was able to escape the influence.

And all of these, plus the differences in Staged Finale, lead into why the timeline gets different and we veer away from the Stations of Canon for the rest of the plot! But in another post, because this one is getting long.