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to you, i'm just a man (to me, you're all i am) part four | joel miller x reader

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5916

Summary: Time is running out for you in the fight against David. Joel comes to your rescue.

Note(s): Okay, so now it's become five parts. I should just never set a goal for how many chapters I'm writing because I always exceed it hahahaha but at least Joel and reader are reunited!! I'm not gonna lie this took so long to write because I hated writing for David. He is so creepy and I felt so gross. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed, and I promise this time, the next chapter will be the last haha! Thank you for all the love I'm so grateful! And as always feedback is appreciated, but please be respectful! Please give me any (detailed, please!) requests in my inbox or comments if you have any, I would love to hear them! Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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The bitter cold stole your every sense of direction in the relentless blizzard, pushing you to stumble aimlessly through the thick snow, much like you had the day before, only this time you were no longer the hunter but the prey.

All around, the storm howled, and your every step was one of desperation in the search for any sign of David and James' group.

"Stay alert, everybody; if this man's not already dead, he's dangerous." David's voice calling out from the other end of the street had you bolting to hide behind a fence, your rifle clutched steadily in your hand. "And the woman too; she can’t be fully trusted, either."

Clutching your rifle, you took a shaky breath, straining your hearing to catch the next set of orders.

“What about the little girl?” James' voice cut through the harsh wind, and a surge of protectiveness swelled within you at the mention of Ellie. You silently vowed not to let any of them get near her—not one step.

“We bring her back with us." David responds. "Her, and the woman.”

"Try it, motherfucker," you muttered, biding your time as they started advancing down your end of the street, where you remained safely hidden, at least for the moment. There was no need to risk wasting bullets and missing a shot; you had to be smart about this.

A loud scoff cuts through the air, and a voice that you haven't heard before rings out: "That woman will kill us all in our goddamn sleep if we let her stay with us."

"Yeah, I agree," James cuts in soon after. "I don't mean to question your sense of mercy, David, but we can kill the man and the woman and just let the little girl go. If we bring that little girl back with us, she's just another mouth to feed."

You peek out, taking your aim and squeezing one eye shut.

"If we leave either of them out here, they'll die," David chastises, still seemingly set on having you and Ellie come back with him.

As if you'd let that happen.

James scoffed, and as the group approached, you could now count their numbers.

Five.

You watched as James bitterly shook his head, and almost instinctively, you raised your rifle, focusing on the moving target. "Maybe that's God's will."

David's head snapped to look at his taller friend, but before he could speak, your first shot rang out.

James practically folded in on himself, the bullet finding its mark right between his eyes. Genuine shock registered on David's face before a darker expression replaced it just as swiftly. The other four members of the group looked around in utter bewilderment, raising their weapons and expressing a mix of fear, anger, and shock.

"Holy shit!"

"What the fuck do we do, David?!"

"They killed James!"

Too preoccupied reloading your rifle, you didn't notice David's eyes settling on the neck of your gun, which was slightly peeking out from behind the fence.

"Split up. Find the house they're staying in and get that little girl back to me alive. I'll take care of the woman."

As the three scatter in different directions, you finally look up, and that's when you notice David approaching the fence, his own gun at the ready, aimed and dangerous.

You feel it before you hear it—the burning sensation as the bullet rips through your coat and shirt, sinking into the skin of your shoulder. The sickening whoosh of the bullet through the air is only heard after. Had your senses been more in tune, perhaps you would have dodged it. Instead, a muffled cry of pain escapes your lips as you slam them together, forcing yourself into a standing yet crouched position. Running along the back of the fence, you do your best to ignore both the pain and the sensation of your blood coating your fingers, compressing the wound as you move, the rifle held limply in the hand of your injured arm.

"Get back here!"

Your legs turn to jelly as you sprint through the snow, heading straight for one of the houses. Despite the intensifying pain in your shoulder, you strive to keep your cool. Bullets whiz dangerously close to your tattered boots, narrowly missing as you move just a fraction too quickly for David's shooting ability.

“It doesn’t have to be this hard!”

Gasping for breath, you reach cover at the side of a nearby house, pressing your back against the cold exterior. The bitter wind bites at your exposed skin as you take a moment to assess the wound on your shoulder, your fingers coming away stained with blood. You reach back, whimpering to yourself as you feel the unmistakable hole in your shirt and coat, realising that, for one small mercy, the bullet has gone straight through.

"I didn't want to hurt you." David's voice echoes chillingly close, urging you to retreat to the back of the house. As you hastily assess for an entry point, he adds with a sinister tone, "You forced my hand."

Despite the searing pain in your shoulder and the fear gnawing at your senses, a twisted sense of relief settles in as you reach the back of the house. The knowledge that it's you who David is pursuing, and not Joel or Ellie, somehow grants you a twisted comfort.

“There’s no need to keep fighting me like this. It’s pointless.”

With trembling hands, you fumble to open the door, your mind racing faster than your jittery heartbeat.

The wooden door creaks open, revealing the dim interior of the house. Staggering under the weight of pain and panic, you stumble inside, the world spinning as you navigate the all-too-familiar surroundings from when you were desperately searching for any first aid for Joel the day prior, so you already know there is nothing here that is going to help you. The urgency of your situation intensifies, and you quickly slam the door behind you closed.

The house offers a brief respite from the relentless blizzard and the immediate threat of David's pursuit. As you move deeper into the residence, your unsteady footsteps echo against the worn floorboards. The muted sounds of the storm outside contrast with the thunderous beating of your heart.

A narrow staircase comes into view, and with each step, your legs feel heavier, like lead. The ascent is a gruelling task, with your battered body protesting with every movement. As you reach the top, you catch your breath, realising the vulnerability of your situation. You're wounded and isolated, and you're at the mercy of your surroundings and David.

Summoning the last reserves of your strength, you push forward, weaving through the upper floor. The pain in your shoulder becomes an unbearable companion, gnawing at your resolve, and your vision blurs. A distant bedroom beckons, and you stumble towards it, guided more by instinct than conscious thought.

With each step, the world becomes more of a blurry haze. You push the bedroom door open with a light swing, revealing your final refuge from the chaos. Collapsing against the far wall, behind a double bed, you sink to the floor, your breaths ragged and laboured. The room spins around you as you succumb to the exhaustion, your body finally finding a momentary sanctuary amid the turmoil.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

The unmistakable echo of a gunshot reached Joel's ears, shattering the relative silence of the basement and snapping him out of the uneasy rest he had slipped into.

It felt like just moments ago that he had watched you leave, resolute in facing danger to protect him and Ellie. The mental image of you willingly sacrificing yourself for their safety wound around his heart like barbed wire, each beat accentuating his feelings of pain and helplessness. Staring at the closed door, he had been consumed by profound desperation, silently yearning for you to turn around and come back to them, to him. But, as the seconds ticked away, it became clear you weren't coming back.

Ellie's eyes had met his, her dark pools of pleading tears watching him as the weight of sleep threatened to pull him under.

"Joel! Wake the fuck up! We have to go!"

Suddenly, Ellie was gripping his shirt, the surge of adrenaline from the shock of it all combatting the heaviness of his slumber. The gunshot's resonance wasn't just a haunting echo of his nightmares about Sarah; it was the stark reality now centred around you. Whether you were the shooter or the one being shot at, Joel couldn't allow himself to stand, or rather lay, by while you faced danger, even in his weakened state.

"Joel!" Ellie repeated, shaking him just as furiously as before. "Fuck, wait a second."

She disappeared from his sight for a moment, peripherals included, and for some twisted reason inside of him, the thought of her leaving too made him even more scared. He couldn't lose both of you.

"Ellie," he called hoarsely.

She was back within a few moments, seemingly fueled by the sound of his voice as she kneeled beside him, syringe and medicine bottle in hand. "Yeah, I'm here. Just give me a minute. I've never done this before."

He held still, barely breathing as the needle pricked his wound once more, not wanting to freak the kid out any more than she already was.

"Ellie," he repeated. Her eyes fell to his as she continued to plunge the syringe slowly, just as she had watched you do so many times. Her dark eyes were still watery and held so much fear that she attempted to hide with her otherwise stoic expression, barring the slight trembling of her lips. "It's...it's gonna be okay."

"Yeah," she nodded, though her gaze fell away from him as if she didn't believe him. "I know."

Silence settled between them, a void that you typically filled. As Ellie withdrew the syringe, returning it along with the medicine to her bag, the echo of a second gunshot pierced the air, prompting them to exchange uneasy glances.

The heavy footsteps from above spurred Joel into action, breaking the inertia that had held him for days. He staggered to his feet, his unsteady legs protesting disuse, and gently guided Ellie into the corner beneath the stairs. Pressing his rifle into her hands, he saw the horror in her eyes. A shake of his head preceded his retrieval of her knife from the bag.

"If anything goes wrong, you shoot and run, alright?" Her mouth opened, but he silenced any objections, his tone unwavering. "No. No questions, no smart remarks. You run."

Joel's voice carried a resolute authority, his eyes revealing a blend of concern and determination. Ellie nodded, her grip tightening on the rifle as she comprehended the gravity of the situation.

The clamour above intensified, muffled voices now accompanied by the crash of furniture in front of the basement door. 

Time seemed to stretch as they waited, breaths suspended in anticipation. As the footsteps finally seemed to reach the top of the stairs and the door opened, Joel whispered one final directive, his voice barely audible. 

"Face the wall."

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A tender touch, brushing hair away from your forehead, coaxes you back to awareness. Initially feeling numb, the haze lifts as you blink away blurriness, and the searing pain in your wound snaps into focus. A cry escapes your lips, and instinctively, you reach to cover the injury, as if the pressure could quell the pain. Surprisingly, a make-shift bandage is wrapped around the bare skin of your shoulder, and as you withdraw your hand, you find no fresh blood, only the remnants of dried staining from before.

A fleeting sense of relief washes over you when you suddenly realise someone is taking care of you; you've been saved.

"You were lucky; I'll give you that."

Anticipating Joel's deep, somewhat soothing tone, the sudden and chilling sound of David's higher voice jolted you. Startled, you looked up and blinked rapidly, only to find the devil himself kneeling in front of you, his hand resting on your cheek.

"Getting the jump on us like that. It was smart." He chuckled slightly, unsettling you further, prompting an instinctive flex of your fingers to search for your rifle. It must have been moved, and you think you can see the handle just behind him on the bed. The sheet on top of the mattress appears to be torn, evidently being what was used to conceal your wound. "I won't say it'll earn you many brownie points with the folks back home, but I understand. I understand why you did it."

You draw in a shaky breath, attempting to breathe through the pain and panic, while desperately searching your mind for any semblance of a plan.

David withdraws his hand from your cheek, replacing it with two fingers on your neck's pulse point, holding them there for a moment. "You know, I was worried you weren't going to wake up at all."

You make your best attempt to shrug him off, disliking the sensation of his cold fingertips on your skin. Despite your weakness, you glare up at him and retort, "You should be more worried than I was."

He smiles with a glint of amusement in his eyes, and you despise the gut-wrenching feeling of vulnerability blooming in your chest at the notion of being stuck in this man's presence. A chuckle escapes him, and he sucks his teeth before raising his hand, causing your head to snap to the side as the back of his hand connects with your cheek, a ring on his finger slashing your cheek upon impact.

Stunned to silence, you manage only a few heavy breaths as blood dribbles down your cheek. Eventually, you compose yourself enough to meet his gaze once more.

David releases a heavy sigh, observing you with a gaze that combines pity and satisfaction as he sits back on his knees.

“I like you. I do."

You glare back at him, biting back a snide comment.

He smiles, releasing a soft chuckle. “You’re so much different from the women back in my village. They’re so docile, complacent, and scared of their own shadows. You, on the other hand, are feral. Violent. A murderer.”

You swallow uncomfortably, unsettled by the excited glint in his eyes as he gazes at you.

“I like that. It’s realistic. A woman who does what she has to do to get what she wants. It’s the only way to survive, right?” David smiles, reaching out to clasp your limp hand that sits on your lap. “We’re very similar in that way. We do what we have to do to provide for the people who rely on us. No matter what, right?”

You fight the urge to snap his fingers in your palm, feeling his thumb stroking roughly over your skin, a poor imitation of Joel's comforting touch from only hours ago.

“You see, I’m not your enemy here.” He whispers in an attempt at a soothing tone. “I never have been. In fact, I am your equal, and in being that, I believe you would make the perfect addition to stand by my side in leading our people through the darkness that this winter has brought.”

You shake your head, but he raises a hand and emits a shushing noise.

“I know. It’s a hard concept to grasp when you’re in this fight-or-flight headspace. I’m sure you feel you won’t be accepted by them for all your sins and for all the heartache you’ve brought to our community, but they, as well as you, will come to understand, in good time, that reformation is indeed possible.” He squeezes your hand tight—so tight that it becomes uncomfortable very quickly. You breathe your way through the pain. “And if you can’t, then you can provide for our community in another way.” He lifts his other hand to lift your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “My people are hungry, you see. I wouldn’t be a good leader if I didn't do what I needed to provide for them, despite sacrificing what would be the closest thing I have to my equal. You understand the necessity of that, right?”

A sickening feeling churns in your stomach. Whatever he has in mind for you is likely nothing you want to endure. You bite your tongue, resolved to maintain composure and conceal your fear.

“And then, I suppose, your daughter will be the one to take your place beside me.”

Your entire body tenses, and he seems to notice the fire blazing in your eyes at the mention of Ellie, a light smirk settling on his lips.

Quick to wipe it off, you wrap your palm around his middle finger and tug it back with all the strength you can muster, causing a sickening crack as it breaks, ricocheting around you. He lets out an anguished cry of pain, filling you with relentless satisfaction. As he releases your hand entirely, you shove him backward and use the wall to guide you to your feet.

Rushing for your rifle, your movements are short-lived as you feel his hand wrap around your ankle, grabbing hold of you. Swinging your arm around to hit him, he tugs you forcefully via your arm, causing you to flop face down on the floor beside him.

Releasing angry pants, he flips you over onto your back and uses his free hand to press down on your wound, keeping you down and eliciting a cry of unbearable pain from your lips.

“There it is. There’s that fight in you I like so much.”

You spit at him, aiming directly for his face, and raise your knee to strike him in the crotch. He releases your wound, and you take a sharp intake of breath, readying your hand to deliver a strike to his face. But he's too quick, grabbing your wrist and yanking it hard, exerting so much force that you feel your arm being ripped out of its socket.

A blinding wave of pain overwhelms you, bringing all your struggles to an instant halt. Your pain threshold has been entirely depleted. You're done fighting. It's all too much.

He clears his throat as he shifts to hold himself above you, his gaze a mix of satisfaction and disappointment as he looks down at you.

“Is that all you’ve got in you?” He laughed breathlessly. “I’m disappointed. Underneath all that strong facade, you’re just the same as every other woman. Weak. I should’ve known you’d end up just the same: under my mercy."

Your strength waned, unable to conceal the overwhelming fear as his weight bore down on you, and instead, you opened your mouth, releasing a gut-wrenching scream.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

It was guttural—the scream that tore through the streets—and it sent a shiver down Joel's spine. Ellie was huddled at his side, his arm protectively encircling her, marking the first substantial contact between them. The moment he tensed, he felt her reaction mirror his own.

Joel held tight to Callus' reins in his other hand. Although logic dictated that he and Ellie should be riding towards your safety, the events in the basement lingered in Joel's mind. Forcing two out of three men to reveal your whereabouts, even with Ellie upstairs and out of direct earshot, it had been a traumatic ordeal for the both of them. Joel couldn't deny Ellie the comfort of being close to him after such a harrowing experience. Contrary to his initial fears, it became evident that Ellie wasn't terrified of him; in fact, the very opposite seemed true.

'"That's her," Ellie said through chattering teeth as the biting winds whipped around them. "We have to help her."

Joel nodded, his gaze firm and determined, tugging Callus along once more. "We will. We'll get to her."

Once again, your scream, fraught with fear and desperation, reverberated through the desolate streets. The chilling sound momentarily froze time, leaving Joel feeling utterly helpless about where to go or how to reach you. The haunting silence that followed became almost unbearable, casting an oppressive weight on Joel's chest, which he tried to ignore with every stride he took, Ellie in tow.

Abruptly, just as it had ceased, your screaming resumed, and Joel couldn't summon the strength to look down, yet he could feel Ellie's tears soaking his shirt. Each agonising note sliced through the air, and this time, it seemed to pierce Joel even more deeply than before. The raw, visceral sound of your distress clawed at his heart, dismantling any remaining walls that held back his emotions towards you. He despised that sound—the sound of you in pain, the sound of you scared, the sound of you broken—and silently vowed to do whatever it took to never hear it again.

However, amidst the torment, there existed a perverse sense of gratitude. Your screams served as a guiding force, leading Joel, Ellie, and Callus through the relentless blizzard in pursuit of you. A steely resolve tightened Joel's jaw, determination etched across his weathered face as you fell silent once more, only to start screaming again seconds later. The idea of you enduring suffering was unbearable, and an urgency to reach you surged through Joel's veins, propelling their movements forward through the biting cold.

Reaching the front of the house from which your screams echoed, Joel gently pulled away from Ellie's trembling frame. He tried to ignore the way she instinctively sought to move closer, holding her by the shoulders. "I need you to listen to me, Ellie."

Her face was pale, tear-stricken, and concerned, lacking the strength to argue. She nodded in response.

"I need you to ride Callus to the furthest house away, to the very last one in this neighbourhood, okay? Not one sooner. The very last one."

Her lips parted, wobbling, but your scream from above tore every word from the tip of her tongue. She made her way to Callus, placing one foot in the stirrup before Joel helped launch her onto the horse completely. He held back a wince as his wound ached with every movement, and raised his rifle for her to take.

"I'll come and find you as soon as we're out. You don't leave for anything. You stay right there, hidden, until we come back. Got it?"

Ellie took the rifle, slugging it onto shoulder, before gripping Callus' reins and nodding. "Got it."

"Good." He hummed, stroking Callus' side before meeting Ellie's eyes. "Go on."

She simply sniffled, murmuring, "Let's go," to the horse before she and Callus thundered off down the street.

Joel watched as Ellie rode away, his rifle slung over her shoulder, and as he turned back towards the house, it took him about a second to realise you were no longer making any noise, and it only took half of that time to send him into utter panic.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

The carpet beneath your fingernails was the only sensation you registered as David's hand coiled around your throat, tightening its grip and stifling any more attempts at screaming.

You weren't fighting back anymore. You couldn't. You'd lost it all the moment David had you pinned down and injured. The likelihood of Joel succumbing to the brutality of David's men gnawed at your conscience. Imagining Ellie, now alone and convinced you were lost too, fighting desperately to escape their clutches added another layer of anguish to your already shattered resolve. You didn't want to risk that becoming a truth, and so you just lay there.

Time seemed to stretch with each agonising blink, your eyes lingering shut for longer intervals. As David's suffocating grip on your throat gradually released, you struggled to focus through the haze. His lips moved, likely weaving a twisted soliloquy, but the only sound that reached you was the persistent thud of blood coursing through your veins. Each breath you managed to draw felt like a desperate attempt to refill your lungs, your chest heaving with the effort.

His vice-like grip on your neck finally released, and as you dared to steal a glance downward, all you saw was his hand moving towards his zipper.

You clutched at the carpet, fingers digging in, and drew in a wheezy breath, steeling yourself for whatever might come next.

David's face and body loomed over you, paralysing you with fear. Just as you thought it was all over, the sudden impact of your rifle against the side of his head sent his looming figure crashing to the floor beside you. Through the haze of your vision, you could vaguely make out a blurry figure in a brown coat gripping your rifle and ruthlessly slamming it down repeatedly onto what appeared to be David's body.

Unable to discern many words, you could only catch snippets of angry and pained sounds. Fear gripped you, but in a moment of reprieve, you managed to turn on your side. For perhaps the first time since you woke up, you felt a semblance of relief, as if you could finally afford to breathe again.

Your body ached, and your lungs burned with each precious breath of fresh air, reminiscent of a dog lapping up water on a scorching day. Curled into a foetal position, the only sounds that reached your ears were the haunting echoes of sniffles and whimpering. It didn't take long for you to grasp the painful realisation that those anguished sounds were escaping your own lips.

A hand gripping your ankle jolts you into immediate action, fearing the worst. A distressed wail escapes your lips as you kick out, refusing to glance at the person who has a hold of you. Slowly crawling away, you use your uninjured arm to support yourself, doing your best to fight the searing pain flowing through you.

The hand lets up, and then it moves to land delicately on your back. Gentle and light, it hovers, assuring you of his presence.

Everything seems to move once more in slow motion as you continue to kick out, eventually flipping onto your side and meeting your would-be assailant's eyes once more.

Except it's not David.

It's Joel.

His lips are parted, and he is speaking to you softly. His face is taut with concern, distress, and fear.

"..'s me; it's just me. It's me."

The sound of relief escaping you doesn't come close to the immense relief flooding your insides.

As Joel senses the realisation dawning in your eyes, his expression eases slightly, a fraction of his concern dissipating.

You can't help but avert your gaze, your eyes falling upon David's battered body lying a short distance away. The butt of your rifle, stained with his blood, rests by his side. It's evident that Joel has discarded it and hurried to your aid.

His touch on your cheek is gentle, coaxing you to meet his gaze once more.

"Look at me," he urges, his voice a comforting murmur. "You're okay. You're with me. Just keep your eyes on me. Keep focusing on me."

Your lip trembles. "J-Joel...he…he…”

"I know," he murmurs softly, his face etched with pain as he gently covers your hand with his own on the floor. The gesture makes you flinch involuntarily, and memories of David flood your mind. "I know, honey. I know."

Honey.

The term is uttered with such tenderness, so delicately, that it catches you off guard. His eyes glisten with unshed tears as he regards you with the utmost care, as if he can hardly believe he's reached you in time.

Tears stream down your cheeks, unnoticed, until you feel his arms enveloping you. It's surprising the sheer gentleness emanating from a man hardened by years of violence, his fists having shed blood from countless adversaries. Yet here he is, cradling you as though you're the most precious gift, as if it's the most natural thing for him to do, as though he was born to love and protect you, no matter the time it took for him to realise it.

His hand finds solace in your matted hair, anchoring you to him as you weep against his chest. For a long while, he remains silent, allowing your sorrow to seep into him as if, by some miracle, it might alleviate your pain. You feel a shift in his posture, and then his chapped lips brush gently against your forehead.

Drawing back slightly from the comfort of his embrace, you meet his gaze.

"You're... you're alive," you breathe out softly.

The corners of his lips twitch up a little, and he nods gently down at you. "Your stubborn ass saved me, remember?"

"I... I had to. I couldn't... couldn't lose you," you respond, still teary-eyed. Your gaze darts around frantically for a moment. "E—Ellie? Where's Ellie? Did they get Ellie?"

Joel shakes his head quickly. "We... I got 'em, I swear. They didn't touch her. She's safe."

"They... they were really bad people, Joel," you whisper, a slight desperation in your voice, as if you need him to believe you, though you have no idea why you feel the need to justify it. "Really bad. They... they... the things he wanted to do."

Your gaze starts to drift back to David's body, but Joel gently redirects your focus to him with a tender touch on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the blood from where David's ring had cut your skin. "No, no. Don't look at him, alright? Just keep looking at me and listening, okay? Focus right here on me and me only."

You nod, your attention fixed on him.

“You did good, sweetheart. You did so good. You saved me and Ellie, and…and you’re still here with us. It was always going to be your life over any of theirs. You did what you had to do.”

Weakly, you nod and rest your trembling hand on his arm.

He glances down at your hand, resting his own atop it, and takes a breath. Using the next few moments to assess your condition, he notices the blood-soaked sheet wrapped around your shoulder, his face paling considerably. Then, his gaze falls on the swollen part of your arm where David has torn it from its socket.

He releases your hand and rises to his feet, prompting a soft cry of his name from you, as if he might leave you in that state.

"I'm right here. You're okay," he assures you, reaching down to cup your cheek. "I just need to... I need to help you. You're hurt, sweetheart. Just keep your eyes on me. I'm not going anywhere; I just need to..."

Glancing over to the bed, where the ripped sheet lies, he reluctantly lets go of you and strides over to retrieve it. Returning to your side, he offers reassurance. "See? I'm still here."

You watch him carefully as he tears the fabric apart with his bare hands, studying his every move.

"Joel," you say softly at first, catching his attention only when you repeat his name with a bit more urgency.

"Yeah, what's up?" He responds, turning to you.

"I'm... I'm glad you're here."

His worried expression softens, though concern still lingers in his gentle brown eyes. After a moment's pause, he replies, "Me too, honey." Taking a breath, he continues, "Now, I'm gonna ask you to do something for me, okay?"

You weakly nod your agreement.

"Just stay still while I see what I can do about your arm, alright?" he instructs.

He shakily reaches over to lightly press your swollen, deformed-looking arm, retracting his hand almost immediately when you cry out in pain. The anguish in his eyes mirrors your own hurt, and once the wave of pain has passed, you grasp his coat with your uninjured hand, murmuring your apologies.

"It's okay, it's okay," he reassures you softly, cupping your cheek and meeting your gaze with his intense one. "I need you to trust me for a second, okay? This is going to hurt, but you are going to be just fine, I promise. Everything's going to be okay."

Tears brim in your eyes, but you nod. "I trust you, Joel."

He smiles softly at you, leaning forward to press a kiss on your head before he reaches out and takes your injured arm's hand in his own. With a shaky breath, he asks, "Can you feel that?"

You nod with a sniffle.

"Good. That's good." He squeezes your hand gently. "And you feel that?"

Again, you nod.

He squeezes once more, meeting your eyes. "Still with me?"

Another nod.

Taking a breath, he squeezes for the third time, a nervous expression clouding his face.

It takes you a moment to process his confession as pain overwhelms you. But when you realise what he has said, everything stops hurting for a moment, and a relieved tear slips down your cheek.

He smiles weakly back at you.

And then he tugs.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

"Almost there, sweetheart," Joel murmurs, his hand light on your back as he guides you through the blizzard, mindful of your delicate state. "I've got you."

Your injured arm is cradled in a makeshift sling, and a fresh bandage, fashioned from the same sheet, is carefully tied over your bullet wound. Despite the lingering pain, being with Joel feels like a balm to your soul, as if you're walking on air. The thought of being reunited with Ellie soon fills you with hope, giving you the strength to keep moving forward, despite the weariness weighing down your legs.

Every little noise puts you on edge, whether it's the howl of the wind or the thud of snow against a roof. But Joel is there, a reassuring presence, whispering words of comfort each time you tense up, trying to reach for a weapon and inadvertently causing yourself more pain.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay," Joel assures as you come to reach the last few houses on the road, the sight of horse prints visible in the snow-covered ground. "Look behind us; look around. There is no one here but us. No one is going to hurt you, I promise."

You look around nervously, seeing that he is right. You are simply overwhelmed by paranoia right now.

“No one is going to hurt you,” Joel repeats gently, a change from his usual tone but a welcome one. You've never felt safer.

You nod, scooting closer to him all the same.

The horse tracks lead up to the final house on the road, and Joel is grateful that Ellie followed his instructions this time.

He shuffles as slowly as you need up the short distance of the porch steps, and when you both reach the top and you begin to lose your ability to keep moving forward, he wraps your uninjured arm around his neck and keeps you moving. “I’ve got you. You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re just tired, that’s all. You’re going to rest as soon as we get inside, alright? Talk to me; let me know you’re still in there.”

“Still here..." you assure quietly, though your vision is beginning to blur and darkness is beginning to form in your peripherals.

“Atta girl, stay with me.” He presses a gentle hand over your ear and pushes the other to rest against his chest. He raises his voice, though muffled to you, as he kicks the front door as he has no hands free. “Ellie! Open up! It’s us!”

By the time the door opens, you are halfway through succumbing to the darkness.

©️sunkiss3dlily, 2024.

[bootyshitter]

Can you write a poem about Adrien from the French Kids TV show Miraculous Ladybug

Poem about Adrien from the French Kids Tv

Show Miraculous Ladybug

My mom is dead, to me.

dead to me and other people as well

and that’s not swell.

Why, you ask?

because she is DEAD

My father tried to shoot me in the head

so please god take him instead ..

Hi, I’m Adrien and I’m black cat

No I’m not a cat and yes I can scat

ndap da doobebebdop doo doo da da boop

one time I got beat so hard I pooped myself

You may as well call me splat noir

whoops, anyways, the only thing worse than my father is Paris

I’ve been to gotham and there’s not nearly as much piss

Cause my mom is dead, and my dad beats me,

I’m gonna take out my anger on that bitch ass tiki

“Calm down Adrien, we’re your friends”

Shut up nino, I’ll kill you.

“Sorry pal but can we make amends”

Shut up chloe I’ll kill you.

“Why can’t we just talk it out??”

Not this time Alya.

“Adrien oh Adrien where have you been”

Sorry marrienetr I’m killing you slow..

and my cousins name is cat woman

and her cousin Martin is from Brooklyn

and she’s the chairwoman of a company who kills children.

gotham is rotten and so is my heart.

Thank you for the wonderful request.

[intersexalastor]

Hotline (TXF Dabitwice AU) - Chapter 2

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The first thing Jin notices is the dark walls; makes the building look a lot smaller than it is. Oppressive almost. He wonders if that's by design, but he doubts that the local PD has put that much thought into interior design. Without a line, he and Todoroki stroll right up the counter. A woman peers up from her glasses and through thick bulletproof glass. Her hair is strictly pulled back into a tight knot.

"Can I help you?"

As if she's said the magic words, the two of them simultaneously pull out their badges. He smiles, but from the corner of his eye, he sees that Todoroki doesn't. "Special Agent Bubaigawara and my partner, Agent Todoroki. We're here regarding a few of your recent cases we think might be related to prior FBI investigations-"

"No one mentioned anything about the FBI," she says, glancing down at her desk and then the computer just barely visible from where they stand. "Did Chief West contact you?"

"No," Jin says, still smiling, "we've come without a request. We just happened to come across recent issues in your area that we think-"

"Right. And what is it you're wanting me to do?" This time she doesn't bother looking at him. Mentally, she's already moved onto her next task, deeming the two of them unworthy of her time.

"We'd like to talk to someone familiar with the cases of interest." Todoroki's voice is even. Cool. No nonsense.

As if the change in speaker is enough for her to regain interest, she stabs her eyes back up at them. "We don't share information from open investigations."

"If they are related," Todoroki says, a sharp edge at the head of each word, "then we might have pertinent information for your officers."

"I can pass along the information and an officer can follow up with you if necessary," she says, even as she begins typing. Jin eyes Todoroki. His face is neutral, but his eyes are bright and flashing with either frustration or outright anger. "Unless you have a policy of not sharing information from open investigations, Agent?"

Jin's read through Todoroki's documentation. He knows Todoroki must have done the same. It's not long by any means, considering he doesn't have much under his belt. But Jin's gleaned enough from it to know that his new partner is clever. Cunning. Quick. He's a lot of things, according to the people who observed him, people who likely lacked the analysis Jin would prefer. But, in the words from Todoroki's medical training, he sorely lacks in bedside manner.

Jin clears his throat and pulls out his little pocketbook. He rips out one of the pages and scribbles his name and hotel phone number on one side. His ring finger slides the sheet so that it peeks under the little opening in the glass. "If you could pass this on to someone assigned to the cases and let them know we're available, I'd appreciate it."

She eyes him. Then she takes it and nods. He and Todoroki leave, bracing the gust of wind that meets them.

"Not much help," Todoroki says as they make their way to the rental.

"They'll come around." Jin ducks into the car and slams the door shut. If he's right, their investigation will lead to a dead end. "And even if they don't, nothing's stopping us from taking a look-see."

By the time Todoroki's seat belt clicks, Jin's already reversing out of their spot. Todoroki sighs and swipes the newspaper from the dashboard. "Where do we start? Shit time to start searching by the looks of those clouds rolling in."

"It's late," Jin says. "'Sides, ain't gonna find the specific locations on our own. We can walk around the general area tomorrow, look for signs."

"Signs of what, exactly?" Todoroki flips a page. "Even if there is some humanoid insect creature lurking out there, what would distinguish that from any other wildlife?"

"The same thing we use to tell which animal made what." He glances over at Todoroki as they pull out onto the street. "Tracks, plumage, fur... Scat."

"Right. Because we would know what a mothman would leave behind."

"Maybe not. But if it's a creature unlike any other, what it leaves behind won't be familiar, right?"

"Or recognizable." Touya tucks the newspaper between the seat and center console. "Even if it did leave a sign, we may not even be able to identify it as such. Wouldn't even occur to us."

The corners of Jin's mouth twitch as he tries to suppress the smile from splitting his lips open. Even knowing that Todoroki's been sent to pick apart all of his work like a vulture, he can't help but think that this new partner is a keeper. "Guess we'll just have to keep our minds open then. I'm hungry. You wanna grab a bite to eat?"

The younger agent tilts his head back to look out the passenger side window towards all the fast food and diner signs sticking out beside the road. "No. I don't usually eat out. I've made plans."

Jin leaves it at that and they say nothing as they make their way back to the hotel.

[newhavenrp]

Is that JR BOURNE? No, that’s LIAM POWELL. The 50 year old GHOST MOON - WEREBEAR ALPHA MALE is a FORMER BLACKSMITH NOW HANDYMAN. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be CALM & PROTECTIVE, but beware, they’re also known to be WITHDRAWN & UNCOMMUNICATIVE. Their friends also say that they’re into MARKING & HAIR PULLING,  but don’t you dare trying VORE & SCAT with them.

Liam couldn’t say that he remembered his birth parents. The first memory he has about his life is living in an orphanage and having a small blade put into his hand and told to learn how to defend himself or beg for mercy.

His first lesson in life… Begging won’t help you. Growing up at the orphanage was a constant fight for survival. And an intensive training on killing. Constantly challenging his own fate and his own chances. Learning. Adapting. Always moving forward. And quietly. Because hesitation would get you killed. And getting caught would cost you dearly. Sleep. Food. Comfort. His own life. It all had to be earned with blood. And preferably… Not his.

Lesson number two… Nothing’s free. Everything is earned. Or taken.

No friends to trust or rely on, he kept going, no smiles, no affection or warmth, always focusing on the next step. On how to best someone stronger than him. How to keep on surviving day after day. And once he presented Alpha… Life gave him his third lesson. A knot doesn’t mean shit if an omega can slice it off cleanly.

He'd known… He's seen it happen and the blood hit him right in the face. Sure would teach that knothead not to try and stick his cock in every wet hole he saw. 3He grew. He trained. He learned. He bled. He spilled blood. Day after day. Month after month. And so the jobs started. More blood spilled. At least he was getting paid to spill that blood. Although… He knew the head of the Orphanage was keeping a good amount of the gold to himself. Didn't matter. As long as he got his fill. Until he was told he was expected to kill a child. No questions asked. He only had a name. Hale. Anthony.

It didn't matter how. He just had to end his life and come back to get his money. He just didn't expect that there would be two of them.

When in doubt… Get the weakling first.

An interesting thing about not having any allies… Is that you're not really surprised when it turns out you were surrounded by backstabbing liars. Because someone had tipped him off. The path to the weakling's room was too clear. Too easy. And there was no weakling sleeping peacefully on the bed. Only a powerful woman. And although he still had managed to take down five of her guards as she did nothing and watched them fall like flies, he was soon outnumbered, outmaneuvered and overpowered, forced down on his knees in front of that woman with a sword held right against his jugular.

She had been told about him. She had a proposal. She'd be generous enough and let him live. But in return… He was expected to protect Vincent. The weakling. Of course, she said, he could take all the time he wanted to think about her proposal… In the dungeons. She just couldn’t guarantee his safety while he weighed his options. With guards coming and going, so much to do, so little time, one prisoner's wellbeing wasn’t really high in her list of priorities.

And he was pretty certain that the guards were just waiting for her approval to take their anger out on him for befalling their friends and brothers in arms.

Fourth lesson… Never bet against Talia Hale. Or with her. There’s no winning whenever she’s involved.

He took the offer.

When asked what his name was, he was honest when he said that he didn’t have one. They hadn’t given him one. They never thought he’d survive that long and when he did, they didn’t really bother with giving him one. Maybe they had hoped he’d fail this mission and find his demise. Who knows.

Liam. Is how she called him from that moment on, mockingly, after the first of her guards he had killed. Whose blood still clung to his claws. Even as they spoke. The other guards decided upon Runt.

He didn’t care for either. But when the weakling, Vincent, called his name, tentatively, he found himself looking at him and actually finding himself curious about what the boy had to say. Of course, his heart was too good and too pure for his own good. He’d have it ripped out of his chest the first chance anyone got an opening. And that was exactly his job. Make sure that opening never appears. Make sure the boy reached his presenting without harm and alive. He would never admit that out loud but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when the boy presented as an omega. Was there really any question? Any hope for him? A weakling who wore his heart on his sleeve and his emotions upon his face. Willing to take the fall for his own brother’s motives and schemes. Pathetic. And yet… Curious.

Fascinating.

He couldn’t say he understood the motives behind Vincent Hale’s antics but the four, five years he spent guarding the boy taught him that maybe, just maybe, life wasn’t that cruel to every single being on this land.

Of course… He had forgotten the fourth lesson.

Vincent presenting himself as an omega probably put a dent on Talia's plans, whatever they were, and Liam was shocked to see her banish Vincent out of the family to fend for himself. Her own kin. Her own flesh and blood. Liam's ward.

There was still no betting against Talia and if Vincent wasn't around anymore, Liam was probably of no use to her. So... He followed his own advice and followed the weakling. From a distance. Never letting his presence be known but never letting him alone for too long. Vincent needed to learn how to take care of himself and Liam couldn't be there protecting him for long.

One week.

One month.

Three months. He promised himself.

Six months and that's it.

One entire year. That's all Vincent would have. He honestly hoped that Vincent would have learned enough not to die of starvation and maybe gathered enough strength so he could fight for his own place in this life, may Mother Nature have mercy on his fragile, gentle, pure... Precious... Soul.

When the time came... He turned his back and took the road. Traveling during the night so he'd know if his orphan siblings would have come after him.

Days traveling, he was used to starving for days at a time. But never for this long and he'd soon have to fight against his own instincts and ask for shelter in a farm when a storm formed and wouldn't give up so he couldn't resume his travel. And when the elderly woman opened up the door and asked his name, he answered with the only name he's ever been given in this life.

"It's Liam, Ma'am." His voice felt strange even to his own ears. And as the storm took an entire week before it was safe to resume traveling, Liam would start making small repairs around the farm since the second lesson was still pretty ingrained in his brain and he had no intention of forgetting any of those any time again.

A week turned into two. And three. And a month... And two... And six... The couple was old. They could use help around the house and no, Liam had no problem fixing it for them. It was only fair. He was drinking their water, eating their food, sleeping in a bed under their roof. He might as well pull his weight. And help them care about the farm.

Until one day he found a body. Beaten to a pulp and passed out. And just like kindness had been offered to him before, he'd offer kindness. Tend to the wolf's wounds, make sure he was nursed back to health. Nicholas' health took a turn for the worst and both Liam and Elsa weren’t sure the same would be said about the wolf that Liam had rescued. But once Gale was back on his feet... Liam asked him if he wouldn't want to stick around. Maybe help on the farm. Elsa’s mind wasn’t the same as it used to be… She’d often call them by her deceased sons… Theodore and Patrick. And in the end… He was... Surprised when Gale accepted his offer. Maybe age was making him soft or maybe Nicholas’ death had affected him more than he liked to admit.

The next year would find him and Gale falling into a comfortable routine as they cared for the farm and for Elsa… While her mind continued to deteriorate and she treated them like her sons. Between the two alphas there was a growing understanding and camaraderie. Silences no longer felt awkward and everything seemed to go well.

Until Mother Nature brought another wayward creature to their doorstep. A white-tiger.

Gale found him actually. Crying. Disheveled.

Reeking of grief. Pregnant. When he didn’t come back from doing his chores around the farm, Elsa asked him if he couldn’t go and check in on “dear Patrick in case he wandered into the woods again…” Liam took a horse and went to find Gale. Only to see that he was not alone. It was… Ironic. Every day of his life he was taught that kindness was a lie and a fool’s demise. And still… There he was. Putting a tiger he’s never seen before on the back of his horse. Once again offering shelter to a stray creature. And his unborn child. Although the male wasn’t very… Reactive… Elsa was beside herself in happiness because her little Lucky Charm had finally come back home. Since he and Gale were so used to their own routine, Zion’s presence didn’t really disturbed it. If at all… Only one more person to keep an eye on. One more creature to look after. He could do that.

Of course, never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be helping deliver a child. Little Jocelyn. Zion… Still unresponsive even as he cared for his child. Elsa… Celebrating. Rambling about how Nicholas would come back from his trip and they would be one big family again… How she was going to make them their favorites. One meal and a night to remember… Before Mother Nature came to collect Elsa into her celestial den.

It felt so wrong that hands that spilled so much blood and were promised to never find happiness would have the chance to bring life into this world. He never thought he’d end up so attached to a child that was not even his. But the first time he held Jocelyn, her eyes closed, grabbed his index finger and squeezed, he found his lips in a wide smile as he cooed to the little one, keeping her distracted so Zion could get some rest. And as the months passed, both Liam and Gale would take turns taking care of the baby and the grieving father.

Three years after Elsa’s death... Three uneventful, unexpectedly blessed and happy years. A life that he wished would never change. He knew Zion had a destination in mind. He found himself admitting to Elsa’s tombstone and worst of all, praying and begging to Mother Nature that the day of his departure would never come. Of course… The Goddess of The Earth would have to remind him of his first lesson in life. Because he was about to have life as he wanted it thorn to shreds.

Guards. Cursed be their afterlife. For they had come after Zion and he was not about to let them trample into his farm, into his life, into the peace and family that he had built for himself and… Well… Gale, Zion and Jocelyn. Right after he had thought that he wouldn’t have to spill blood again. He didn’t want Gale and Zion to see that side of him.

So he told them to run. To find safety. To stay away. Because he had preys to take down. They had dared to set foot in his house. He would send them to the domains of Lycaon in shame. One by one they fell by his claws, his blades, once hidden, dancing a deadly waltz as the walls were covered in red. Along with his hands. Once again.

Gale came to find him. He was done with those cowards. A few scratches on him, but his eyes shone and bled the red of an alpha. The red of the blood that now coated his hands. And the walls that he had come to see as home for the past decade or so. It pained him to his core to tell Gale that they had to burn the place down. That they had to move on. That they couldn’t go with Zion. That they had to split their pack… Their family.

And so while they sent Zion west, to Willowshire. To safety. They took up North. And east. Moving from town to town. Giving tracks and faux clues to follow. And whenever a guard thought he was smart enough and had caught up with them Liam would gladly send him downwards to the realm of lost souls with Lycaon. He knew he’d never be worthy of Jocelyn’s smile, or to touch Zion again, with his blood stained hands. He could only hope that Gale never got tired of the bloodlust that overtook him whenever they were caught and left. Liam wasn’t sure if he could take it.

Weak. Selfish. And very pathetic of him.

But still, he didn’t care. So long as Gale remained with him… He’d indulge in some… Selfishness.

And now that the guards had stopped coming after them he figured that they should hurry. Make their way to Willowshire. If Mother Nature and The Goddess of the Earth deemed it worthy… They would make it to the village before the guards had found Zion and little Jocelyn.

In Willowshire: Liam would find himself working amongst the blacksmiths of the village, putting to test one of the many skills he had picked up over the years on the road. Zion was fine and mated. Jocelyn was all grown up and ready to present. They had both moved on with their lives. And Liam knew that as much as he didn’t deserve it, he too wanted a new life for himself.

And maybe Mother Nature would allow that for him. At least… If he could count finding his old charge, Vincent, again, as a sign that he did deserve a new chance in life. He would take it.

However… He didn’t take Chronos into consideration.

Or Hecate, for that matter.

In New Haven: He had been enjoying the time he had around Vincent whenever the healer showed up at the forge and would let the omega ramble away to his heart’s desire. It was a good distraction and helped keep the whispers from behind the veil at bay.

He did not expect to be pulled into another time and another place. Werecreatures, pitched against each other. Forced to fight for survival and for their next meal. Felt like he was in the orphanage all over again. Except that this time he was willing to believe that he had one ally in all this. Zyair. A bear. Just like him. And they would keep each other safe to the best of their abilities. They would get each other out of there. They would start a new life in this strange world.

Well… He wasn’t counting on a rescue but he was also not about to start questioning his luck so, when a very familiar werebear broke into the underground facility right in the middle of the fight the humans were trying to pitch between Liam and Zyair, he was grateful for the distraction. And together, the three bears were able to escape and return into the safety of New Haven where Liam could truly start a new life.

[hacash]

ted lasso thoughts 2x07

ok. ok. ok let’s do this. ok.

OWCH.

ngl, this one was hard to watch. Nate has been my favourite main character from the get go and it is brutal to see him as we are - both because how he’s been treating other characters (Colin’s face when he insults him! Will’s hopeful little smile when he suggests the ‘Wonder Kid’ shirt!) and because it’s so obvious that what’s fuelling this behaviour is nothing short of some obviously crippling self-esteem issues and anxiety. 

And how many people want to slap Papa Shelley in the face right now? Your son gets on a national paper and you can’t even acknowledge it?

There were so many heartbreaking little moments that I think are showing the cracks - Nate spiralling when he sees one negative tweet, pulling a face at the craft box, the ‘you don’t inspire, you do the job’ clearly projecting from himself - and the fact that people just ain’t seeing the problems….argh. It’s so understandable and makes so much narrative sense that Nate would go from victim to bully, but that doesn’t make it easier to see. That being said: we’re in the dark forest, we knew it was going to hurt, and I’m willing to bet the show knows precisely what it’s doing.

Also that last scene being all off-screen? Damn fine directing.

Seriously, I have so much Nate meta atm and it keeps on coming, so apologies to my followers for that.

I’m massively revisiting my ‘rewatch Colin’s scenes for sheer entertainment value’ policy after this (but hey, we always have him rapping in 2x06) but that was fully mitigated by the apology hug. I personally didn’t see this as a ‘Nate publicly pressuring Colin to forgive him’ scene so much as a ‘Nate making himself vulnerable in front of the whole team and opening himself up to public reprisals from an entire team of footballers’ scene, and Colin’s grin and immediate cuddle with Nate definitely sold it for me.

Higgins and Rebecca took a back seat today, but the jazz scatting was hilarious. And I love that Higgins is now comfortable enough to take the piss (gently) out of Rebecca’s relationship fears. (Also ‘my marriage is the oxygen that gives me life?’ SIR.)

The smoking room and Higgins bringing along a pipe was a thing of beauty.

Oh TEDDDDD. Those therapy sessions were so good to see - even if I maintain that I would actually like, you know, to see some of the actual therapy and get a full breakdown of each of our characters’ deep emotional problems - but there’s so much you can see in Ted’s avoidance, his anger, his flight-or-fight responses. There’s a lot to unearth here, and we’re just scratching the surface.

For a character who I was fairly neutral on initially, Sarah Niles was fantastic in this episode - Sharon doesn’t change, exactly, she’s still the same professional, skilled therapist, but the subtlest changes in her voice and manner show that she’s here for Ted, that she’s providing a safe space. And I love how she provides a few glib phrases - ‘the truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off’ ‘to be your mentor, I also sometimes have to be your tormentor’ - for Ted because if there’s one thing he likes, it’s a bit of wordplay. The woman knows her audience!

Roy and Keeley’s argument and make up was really well written: it was great to see Keeley as more than the ‘fixer’ of sundry problems but dealing with her own stuff, and that bath was super fucking hot. I do think Keeley could have apologised to Roy for discussing their issues with pretty much everyone but the cleaning lady, but all in all it was a lovely storyline.

Also never has the phrase ‘he’s here, he’s there, he’s every fucking where’ been more appropriate.

‘Will, do you think you could take my name off my shirt and make it bigger?’ OH JAMIE. Even though he’s changed so much, I’m so happy that in other ways he really really hasn’t. And who had ‘Jamie inadvertently fixes Roy and Keeley’s relationship’ on their Ted Lasso bingo this week?

That scene with Sam and the boys checking his messages was pure *chef’s kiss*. I love that we have a little core crew now (Sam, Dani, Isaac, Colin, Jamie, Richard, Zoreaux, Jan, and Bumbercatch) with…uh something of a hivemind and about one braincell between them. Also how very dare Jamie and Rebecca not acknowledge Ratatouille as nothing short of cinematic poetry.

Still worried about Sam and Rebecca though!

ETA: how could I forget Trent Crimm: The Independent blatantly checking in on Ted?? I was beginning to miss this man and his beautiful hair.

[totally-incorrect-theatre-quotes]

Beetlejuice 12/18/2019

This will be long but this is a compilation of everything that stuck out to me about the show! Spoilers Obviously 

Who was in the cast:

Sophia Anne Caruso- Lydia

Alex Brightman- Beetlejuice

Kerry Butler- Barbara

Leslie Kritzer- Delia

Adam Dannheisser - Charles

David Josefsberg - Adam 

Act I:

The theater was GORGEOUS, the stage was beautiful, the music before the show was so good. The crowd was so excited, the ushers were so nice. It was just a wonderful experience before the show even started

Invisible started and I almost cried. Sophia is such an amazing singer, and hearing her sing live? She has so much power in her voice it gave me chills

I also liked looking through the ensemble and recognizing the cast members

The costumes were so stunning

The minute Beetlejuice arrived on stage everyone started clapping for a solid minute and he just waited there with a big grin on his face

OH MY GOD HIS SINGING was amazing

The sandworm was HUGE like I knew it would be big but it was literally huge

I was surprised that a lot of Beetlejuice’s jokes fell flat, they were hilarious

He said something along the lines of “I feel so out of place...like a gay republican”

I died

The MAITLANDS seeing them for the first time was so good!!! David plays an amazing Adam. Adam needs ot be protected at all costs, he is such a good husband

Barbara would do this low and growly voice during “Not Yet” and it was so funny. 

Beetlejuice just hanging around them before they died was very funny. He would have one liners that were just hilarious

When the Maitlands fell through the fucking floor boards, I knew it was gonna happen but like it still shocked me

THE SAD PUPPET SHOW

Literally five minutes after he found out there was a kid in the audience Barbara says “You give me the creeps” and he goes “Well you give me a boner!”

The whole being dead thing reprise was SO GOOD. It was so amazing to watch live

Charles is so much more RAUNCHY than I expected, very sex oriented lol but so blunt about it

LYDIA 

Can I just say that Sophia Anne Caruso plays teenage angst SO WELL. Like I 100% felt the sadness Lydia was feeling, it was so palpable

Just once more what the fuck did Lydia think was happening??? How dare she be surprised that they were moving. Like I love her but come on...

There’s a point during the scene where Lydia straight up gets this evil look on her face, starts giggling and goes up to Delia all innocently, trying to make it seem like this is hard for her to do and she’s breaking through. She does the whole “knock know” and when Delia said you don’t open the doors Lydia straight up started crying and said “I guess you’ll never know”

Dead Mom made me sob, Sophia has so much power when she is singing. There were points where Lydia would be near tears and it was so sad but so incredible. 

Fright of their lives was very funny. BUT THEY CHANGED THE KATHRINE HEPBURN joke. 

Adam is such a supportive husband

I also loved: “What are things that make you scared” and Adam goes “THE ELECTROAL COLLEGE! WHY DOES OHIO HAVE SO MUCH POWER” and Barbara deadass goes “Can I change my answer”

“WEll that was a soliloquy so you’re the rude one”

LETS HAUNT THIS BITCH

“No Reason” was also very funny, Delia tries so hard. This woman dabbed, did Fortnight dances, and just is a ray of sunshine. It’s just not what Lydia needs. Lydia was so savage during that song she took zero shits

Delia looked so upset when Lydia said “and good people die” It was very obvious she knew Lydia was talking about her mom, she went over to hug her but Lydia went under her arm

LYDIA MEETING THE MAITLANDS so adorable

Lydia telling the story about her mom. She looked so happy to have someone to talk to about it. 

“Every year me and my mom would build these haunted houses but it was during the summer so nobody was expecting it. One time she dressed up as the ghost of edgar allen poe! I thought she was so scary, but nobody knew who she was...because people don’t read.”

Also Adam is adorable, his dad joke made the whole audience groan

Lydia just needs to affection. She was like “I don’t have many friends...it’s nice to know I have you guys in the attic.”

Delia: “That was the most impressive rogering you’ve ever given me” Charles: “I’m very good at sex”

ICONIC

Charles proposing and Delia being so happy, so cute. But then Lydia runs in and Delia has to hide

LYDIA IS SO DRAMATIC. I’m talking she's fake fainting about the scary ghosts, collapsing to the floor. A+ performace, it was so funny

WHEN LYDIA FIND DELIA heart breaking. She was crying I just wanted someone to hug her. The Maitlands looked so concerned, Charles didn’t make any attempts to comfort her which kinda made me pissed at him because he was being very selfish. Also when Lydia cried, “I wish I was dead.” he didn’t even bother to follower her. Do better Charles

Beetle juice's multiple limbs very funny gag

Also he started scatting

Poor Lydia :(

Lydia started like having a mental break down when BJ started singing “I’m gonna have a new best friend!” like someone please give this girl a break. She so smol

Beetlejuice stopping her from killing herself 

“Say my name” was SO INCREDIBLE

the line “and kill him” was said so quietly that he was like trying to have Lydia not hear him

FAKE CARTWHEEL

Any time Lydia said Beetlejuice a light would shine on BJ but then go out when she would go beeeeeee- “cuz/” “being” “be a doll”

Nice lighting touch

The lighting, in general, was amazing

Lydia was so intrested in the possesion of Adam and Barbara it was so cool to see the little glimmer of a plan forming in her head

SHE PUSHED BJ off the roof and when she goes “what he was already dead” the Maitlands just kinda shrug like “she right” 

Charles and Delia trying to High-five but missing? Cute ass couple, they are actually really cute together

Maxie Dean is a creep and has ZERO RIGHTS

Lydia’s yellow dress and how excited Delia was and how relieved Charles was

Day-O was fantastic Lydia looked so happy but then it started failing and instantly she got very angry but a sad kind of angry. She had such a look of hesitation on her face when she summoned BJ but she went through with it when she looked over at her dad and he was giving Delia a kiss.

You could see in her eyes that Lydia almost instantly regretted it when she saw just how chaotic he was being, but she just kept going because she thought she had no other alternative. 

Charles reaching out for Lydia before he got pushed out of the house and Lydia looking at him as if she just wanted him to come and get her? HEART BREAKING

“It’s our house now kid!”

Intermission:

I got a cool cup and bought some merch. Very cool

Act II:

When Skye came on stage someone behind me said “Who is she??” like bitch just WATCH

Dana was amazing as Skye, Skye deserves the world she is so pure

LYDIA so chaotic as Skye definitely has a bby crush on Lydia

“Boo. Hope I didn’t scare you!”- Skye

Then Lydia scares her, Skye starts hyperventilating and Lydia goes “you’re fun!” and Skye says “I like you too!”

Poor Skye :(

Poor everyone in “That Beautiful sound”

Lydia SMILING. Any time she smiled it felt like a blessing. She seemed so happy

The clones do acrobatics in the aisles I did not expect that, it was so intense

NPR where tote bags come from

“And a book you’re never going to read” “the hand book for the recently decease?” “yep but you’re not recently deceased so...do you wanna see a sad puppet show??”

Beetlejuice looking so betrayed when Lydia left....

Lydia upstairs with the Maitlands. Omg Lydia looked so cute when she was holding the book and just kinda swaying in her spot when she was talking about it

“and we? We are old book smell people”

Lydia loving the smell of old books? Cute, adorable, 10/10

Adam being a dad

ADAM BOOPING her nose with the chalk. I would DIE for them

Lydia yelling at the maitlands when they won’t help her find her mom. WOW she had so much anger behind her voice but it was so sad because you can tell she was trying not to cry

Barbara 2.0 was amazing

Lydia walking across the stage trying to open the book :(

Charles and Delia coming back for Lydia and both of them flirting with each other...like bruh you’ve come to rescue your daughter please help her....

Beetlejuice tricking Lydia :(

Delia falling off the couch and just seeing her crawl off stage to do her Ms. Argentina quick change. ICONIC

Lydia accidentally exorcising Barbara was SO MUCH SADDER THAN I HAD EXPECTED like Lydia was having a mental breakdown she was os upset and lost and confused

When Beetlejuice showed up her face went so pale and she looked so scared.

“Well you wanted your mommy so this is what you get!” I CRIED that was so uncalled for

When the whole family was trapped Lydia really looked like a scared little kid because she is...like you forget how young Lydia is but there are several moments in the show where you are reminded that she is a scared, and lonely little girl who misses her mom

Charles trying to reach out to her but being chained to a wall, heart breaking. This scene made me so sad in general

Lydia agreeing to Marry him but her voice cracking and sounding so scared :(

THE HUG SHE GIVES BARBARA before she runs off

Charles pushing Adam and Barbara down so he could follow her

The whole Netherworld scene was so good

Poor Lydia was being pushed around, and pulled, and dragged, she looked so scared. Like she would try to run away from people but they would just grab her and pull her back. She looked like she was hyperventilating and just needed a hug but any time Charles got close to her 

Lydia calling for her mom in the Netherworld and crying

HOME WAS CHILLING

Charles and Lydia making uP sobbing, I legit sobbed 

OTHO’s real name being Kevin...very funny 

Delia had NO MERCY when she found out his name was Kevin

Adam’s name plack being “Sexy”

BJ fliritng with Adam in general was pretty funny

When BJ didn’t buy the wedding thing and went to go kill Charles Lydia did no freaking hesitate and went to go grab the art peice to kill him with

ADAM FOR THE WIN

Creepy Old guy was very funny

When BJ came back to life and everything was shaking on stage Sophia straight up yeeted her hat off stage, I laughed so loud even though nothing else funny was happening on stage

Lydia looked so mortified when she killed BJ

Juno coming back for Lydia and Lydia actaully looking scared, but then the threat paused and Juno tricked BJ with love, and then went right back to Lydia. The whole family trying to protect her...veyr soft

BJ AND THE SAND WORM

Bj giving Lydia the cowboy hat

Jump in the line made me CRY 

Lydia flying :D

End of Show

Instant standing ovation 

I got to stage door and got autographs from Presley, Dana, Kerry, and David

[geeky-introvert]

Darkside . Ubbe X OC X Ivar

Summary: She was one of the best shield maiden’s in Kattegat and engaged to Ubbe, the man she loved dearly. There was darkness in her but there was no reason for her to reveal it. That was until she walked in on Ubbe in bed with the slave, Margrethe. One-shot.

Word count: 4360

Warning: Angst, cheating, swearing, violence and smut.

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Oda’s rapid breathes melted into the lust filled sounds coming from inside the barn where she stood frozen in the entrance watching the scene unfold right before her. Ubbe, her love, laid flat on his back against the scatted hay with that whore slave, Margrethe, on top of him. Both were lost in their coupling they hadn’t heard anyone enter or continued to watch them with a flooding sadness building up into a burning rage.

She felt herself move forward towards them with heavy steps as she grabbed Margrethe by her hair and wrenched her away from Ubbe and dragged her away from him. Oda lifted the slave up by her hair and slammed her face against a pillar with a satisfying crunch and she didn’t stop there. She kicked her in the rips earning a pained grunt from the slave, ignoring Ubbe’s pleas for her to stop as he tried to adjust his pants. She went to throw another blow her at but Ubbe pulled her away from the whimpering slave.

“Oda! Enough!” Ubbe sounded like he did nothing wrong which only fuelled her anger.

Turning around she slammed her head against his with a crack and threw a good solid punch into his jaw, this sending him to fall back in daze onto the ground. She glared daggers at him, showing her fury about what he had just done. All she wanted to do spill their blood even more and to bath in it. Instead she held all that back as she bent over and spat into his face before running out the barn.

Oba found herself sitting on the beach shore and it was until than that the tears came. She felt hurt, betrayed, like there was no one else she could trust anymore. The thought of the slave on top of Ubbe was burned into her memory and couldn’t shake it away soon enough.

Her dark fire like hair whipped in the air against the breeze with her blue eyes glazed with tears, fill with pain and sorrow with the memories repeating through her rattled mind.

The sound of dragging was coming from behind her and knew it was Ivar. She tried to wipe away her tears and nose clean to try and pretend everything was fine but she knew Ivar was going to know something was wrong. The youngest brother dragged himself closer and sat with his tied legs stretch out in front of her. She met his gaze and much to her surprise he gave a sympathetic smile.

“I saw what happened…”

“H-How?”

“I was watching them before you came.”

“So you knew he was fucking her? How long?” She felt her anger boil again.

“I found out just today, I swear I didn’t know before that.” She didn’t know if she should believe him but felt rather too tired to care about it.

“He told me he loved me, that there was no one else in the world he would rather be with, those were his words. Now they feel like dirt I can’t seem to get off. Why would he do this to me?” Her sadness of obvious to him but he wasn’t the best to give comfort, so instead he spoke his mind.

“Ubbe is a fool to hurt you the way he did and I am glad you hurt him, he deserved it. Oda, you deserve the best because you are a remarkable woman. I admire you strength and that’s what I see most from you.” His words had eased their way into her and felt a little warmer, than he grinned like a mad man. “I know where you get it from too.”

She knew as well. “My father, he was a berserker. Died in battle but stories told of him have not been forgotten.”

“He was a feared man. You are more like him than you realise.” She nodded in agreement.

“That is what I fear, to become like him.” She knew deep within her there was a blood lust waiting to emerge.

“You shouldn’t, you should embrace it because it is who you are.” Ivar continued to grin and bit his lower lip like he was thrilled with the thought.

“Why are you saying this?”

Ivar shifted closer, very close. His hands held himself up on either side of her as he leaned in closer to her with soft heated breaths against her skin.

“Ubbe wants you soft and weak, to be home and raise his children. I want you feared, raged and fighting alongside me because that is what I love about you. Hiding from what you’re meant to be will do you no good and live a boring life. Embrace it, for me, because you deserve better.”

His words made their hit. For so long people had warned her mother what she might become as she grew older but ever listened to them. Oda knew which blood ran thicker in her, the berserker of her blood had always itched but until that day she caught Ubbe cheating on her was when it emerged, and she couldn’t feel it hide away again.

“Berserkers don’t cry, they rage. Be angry, even hate. Let Ubbe know that he had made the biggest mistake in his life and do it without mercy!” His fuelled words were working. “I want to be there when it happens.”

“And you will be.” She smiled before she leaned forward and kissed him.

It surprised them both but Ivar wasn’t going to let it go, and instead he crawled on top of her, pressing her against the sand as he deepened the kiss. It might’ve been because she was upset but she didn’t care that moment. For so long her love for Ubbe held so much loyalty she and never wanted to betray him, but now she did, and she was going to make him felt every punch. She felt bold and nipped his lips earning a low moan from him before the kiss was broken between them.

“By the gods, you are perfect.” Ivar muttered planting another kiss.

“It is still too soon to tell, but I think I’ve been fated with the wrong man all this time.”

Ivar grinned widely at her and let out a breathy chuckle before roughly kissing her again.

For that week she managed to avoid Ubbe and spent her time either on her own or with Ivar. Her feelings for him grew quicker than she expected, not that she was bothered by it, and in fact it felt good to be still wanted by someone. Ubbe had been looking for her but no one knew where she was and Ivar kept hush about her whereabouts.

A lot happened in that week for her; by that meaning she changed a lot, both behaviour and appearance. No longer did she wear the dresses or her hair how Ubbe liked it, but how she liked it. It felt good to be free from him actually. She had been so blind to see past her love for him she never saw just how much control he had in her life. Maybe those were just words being fed to her by Ivar, but she didn’t care, she felt herself growing stronger and that’s what mattered to her.

She embraced what her blood desired, and becoming a berserker was what it was. Ivar saw the change right before his eyes and never held back his proud grin, lost in an allure from her beauty and nature.

There was to be a feast in a bout a week’s time and that was when she would finally show herself for the first time to Ubbe since that very day. There was a strange satisfaction about rubbing it all in his face and was looking forward to it.

On the day before the feast she decided to take the next step by getting a tattoo with Ivar joining her. He watched with curiosity and arousal with her head laid back as the stick and needle embedded the sensitive skin on her neck. She met his eyes and smiled with the link and blood smeared together on her. Ivar licked his lips at the sight of her as she kept her breathing even.

The night before the feast she went to visit Ivar. When she entered his room he was already in bed with his clothes still on, but he looked like he had expected her. Her new tattoo was still tender but that wasn’t going to stop her from what she wanted from him. She approached with a sway in her hips and smirked as he stared at her in awe but fear.

She knew everything about what happened between him and Margrethe a few weeks before. It made her more angry to find out that she told people that he couldn’t get it up and that he couldn’t pleasure a woman, and when he told her this she wanted to prove a point, that he could pleasure a woman and prove the whore wrong.

“Are you sure about this?” Ivar asked with uncertainty.

At first she didn’t answer him and simply crawled onto the bed and straddle his lap with her dress hiking up her thighs, before she ducked down and stole a rough kiss from him, both moaned at the contact. Moving away from the kiss she moved the sleeves from her dress down and over her chest, releasing her breasts in his view and smiled when he let out a gasp at her figure.

“I want this. Nothing will change my mind.” She went to kiss him again but he avoided it.

“What if I….can’t get it up?” He practically whimpered. She shook her head and cupped his face in her hands.

“Even if you can’t, there are other others to bring pleasure to a woman. But I’ll show you that your prick will work and prove to everyone you are a man.”

It was hard for Ivar to trust people, even his brothers. His mother had only been the one he could count on but now he had the most amazing woman with him and he felt he could trust her with his life. In a short time they had connected in a away no one would understand.

He gave a nod, putting his trust in her and let her lead and show him what to do.

Oda removed his shirt and kissed his passionately while running her hands over his bare chest. She pushed his back against the bed and started to move down his body, kissing her way down to his navel where she started to unlace his trousers and pull them down from his waist and down his tin legs. He started to tremble, and she understood. Tenderly she kissed his knee and moved up his thigh, showing the compassion and love he deserved.

She started to stroke his soft cock and brought her lips to his tip, kissing him gently while swirling her tongue over it. He whimpered at the contact and grasped at the furs under him, not long before she felt his cock twitch and started to harden under his contact. A wide smirk was given from her before she started to suck him, bobbing her head and rolling her tongue over his shaft.

“Oh gods,” Ivar gasped a she felt something happen with his cock under her touch. She know he could get it up without doubt and removed her mouth from him now hardened cock and crawled up to his face.

“Your prick works.” She smiled and kissed him deeply as she adjusted herself on top of him.

Her hand moved under his skirts and grabbed his prick and placed it at her wet lips. She gave a few teased rubs, giggling softly when he winced at the contact he felt. Slowly she sank down on him with a pleased moan as she felt him stretching her opening.

“Ivar,” she moaned his name followed by a grin. “By the gods.”

The evening had been with her rolling her hips against his cock, rocking back and forth with her hands clenching at his chest for support. Ivar groaned under her with both his hands gripped over her rear at both her cheeks. Both their heavy panting filled the room with Oda increasing her movements.

“Can I take over?” He asked in a whimper.

“Sure,” she grinned and allowed him to roll them so she was on her back with him between her wide thighs.

“I knew I could do it, deep down I knew.” He gave a firm thrust earning a grunt and smile of approval from her. “You’re all mine.”

“I’m yours.” She planted a firm kiss to him. “Now fuck me.”

He went true to her words thrusted into her like it was his last night alive. He felt perfect as his cock hit against her walls and bottomed out with his beast growls and heavy panting against her ear

“Oh gods, oh gods, fuck!” His snarls were muffled into her shoulder as his thrusts increased, fucking her with all his strength which was a lot to take his the mussels he possessed in his upper body.

“Ivar! Fuck, Ivar!”

“Come for me, come!”

That was what happened next with him not far behind. His powerful thrusts came to an end at his final where he coated her walls with his seed and remained still, lingering to feel her wrapped around his cock as he laid on top of her.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired?” Oda sudden switched them so she was on top again and pinned him down. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

His broad grin was the answer she wanted.

The next night the feast was on and everyone gathered in the hall for the celebration. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd sat together at a table as they drank their ale and chatted softly.

Ubbe had been restless and worried not being able to find Oda during that week. He looked and asked around but no one could help him. The terrible guilt he felt had been punishment and accepted it knowing he deserved it. He loved Oda and needed to talk to her about what happened.

Ivar had crawled his way to his brothers with a surprisingly wide grin and sat at the table. “My brothers!”

“What are you so happy about?” Hvitserk asked with a smirk, curios that had made his little brother happy.

“Would it be hard to believe that I’m just in a good mood?”

“Yes, it is.” Sigurd bit back and again it surprised them to see Ivar didn’t react as he would usually, and instead just shrugged his shoulders and ignored him.

“Have you seen Oda?” Ubbe had asked him many times with no luck.

“I have,” Ubbe’s eyes brightened.

“Where is she?”

“She’ll be here tonight.” Ubbe wanted to be happy he’ll finally get to see her and they could finally talk but something didn’t feel right to him. He didn’t know but something from Ivar just didn’t settle right.

“Ubbe…” Hvitserk beside him said his name softly that got his attention and directed his head towards the approaching figure.

Oda had worn her hair down with braided all through it and a blood red dress that exposed her arms and wrapped around her chest right below her new tattoo on her neck. She looked like a feared warrior as she passed people some eyes watching her closely at the change given, or perhaps word had spread of what happened between her and Ubbe and were surprised to find her there that night. She paid their so attention as she casually strolled towards the table where the ragnarsson’s sat together.

“Here she is!” Ivar loudly announced for many people to hear.

Ubbe stared with wide eyes at the woman he loved, or at least he thought it was the same woman, and watched as she sat down in front of them next to Ivar. She looked different, like a whole new person, and he didn’t know how he felt about it.

“You got a tattoo?” His eyes lingered on the large design that surrounded her neck. It was the first words he said to her all week.

“I did,” she answered smugly at him. “What do you guys think?” Hvitserk and Sigurd nodded seeing the large tattoo done, everyone but Ubbe didn’t answer her.

“Oda, we need to talk.”

“About what?”

He furrowed his brows at her. “What do you mean? About us, about….Can we talk privately, please?”

“No, can’t talk privately tonight. But you can talk here, so talk.” She wasn’t the same woman anymore and she made sure he saw that.

Ubbe looked at his brothers who only shrugged; Ivar held a strange smirk but he paid no mind to that. Oda was his main priority. His lower lip was busted and still had a small black eye when she punched him, and he deserved it. Perhaps talking there in front of his brothers to her would help somehow, for them to see just how much he did love her, and plea for her forgiveness.

“I want to say that I’m truly sorry for betraying you. What I did was wrong, and I never should have hurt you like that. It was a mistake and I promise to remain loyal to you for now on. It won’t happen ever again. I love you and you mean a lot to me.” His beautiful speech would probably work for most women to fall for it and maybe herself at one point in time before but not anymore. She felt nothing as he spoke like empty promises were told and it annoyed her to the bone. His words meant nothing, not anymore.

“How long?” His confusion amused her. “How long did you fuck her?” As much as he hated it he spoke the truth.

“About a month,” he admitted with his head hung in shame. “I should have never started it. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t care. All she wanted was for him to suffer and that’s what she was going to do. Looking around she saw the same slave she caught with him not far away pouring drinks. It was all going to happen that very moment.

“Slave!” She got her attention and raised her cup for her to fill.

The fear wasn’t missed from the slave. Her sores from the attack still lingers but didn’t look as bad as she hoped they would, which made her believe that she got proper treatment which also meant Ubbe must’ve helped her. Of course he would’ve.

The slave she knew as Margrethe approached with her body language obviously shook with fear. Oda saw that and smirked as she poured the ale. The silence between the six of them was strained until Oda broke that silence.

“Tell me slave, how does it feel?”

Margrethe looked up at her as he lips trembled. “H-how does what feel?”

“To be the whore of Kattegat, I’m sure it must be an honour for a lowly slave such as you to have such a title.” Her smile wasn’t kind and of course Ubbe tried to put an end to it.

“Oda, now isn’t the time.”

“Now is the perfect time. Now shut up.” She snarled lowly at him that caught him off guard before she returned her attention to Margrethe. “You have bedded the princes and not just once, there have been many times where you have slacked off your chorus to go and have a good fuck with one of them. Not just them though, there are many other men in this hall you have joined their beds with. At first I thought ‘she’s a slave, she doesn’t have a choice’ but after thinking about I realised that you actually enjoy being fucked. You have even had Ivar, though the rumours you carelessly spread about your time with him did take effect.” She sipped at her ale as Margrethe trembled in front of her. “You never answered me. How does it feel to be a whore?”

“Enough, Oda, you’ve made a point now stop.” Ubbe had to be the hero which only angered her.

Swiftly she pulled a dagger out from her boot and slammed it at his hand, right in between his closed fingers and embedding the table. Ubbe was stunned and looked down at the blade at his hand which he had thought stabbed him at first, only to soon realised it missed him. Hvitserk and Sigurd were left in dismay at what had just happened, while Ivar burst out in a fit of laughter while he clapped his hands.

Her stare at him was nothing but cold. “I’m just getting started.” She removed the dagger and brought her gaze back to the whimpering girl in front of her.

“I won’t repeat myself, slave. Answer me!”

“I…I-I…”

“I-I-I-I,” she mimicked her which made Ivar spit his drink out with giggles. “Are you really that dumb? You know what forget about it I have another question. Why couldn’t you pleasure Ivar?”

“H-he couldn’t get it up….” It was quite but they all heard it. The mention of it made Ivar grip his cup with fury.

“Huh? Well, that’s weird because he had no trouble last night.” She didn’t look at Ubbe as she said it, but felt his burning horrified gaze on her. “In fact,” she started as she stood up and closer to her face and quietly said, “not only does he have an amazing cock, he has a stunning long tongue that reached deeply in me and I drew out the most amazing sounds from my lips.” She praised for the slave and the brothers to hear. “Maybe I should have you join us just to show you what you missed out on, or maybe I’m curious what all the fuss is about....” She reached around her and grabbed her rear in a tight grip making her whimper under the contact. “Hmm, a nice tight arse you have, slave. I see why you’re popular. Men love tight arses”

“Leave her alone.” Ubbe was heard which made her finally look over at him.

He looked broken, shattered over what she had just said out for them to hear. Even Hvitserk and Sigurd looked uncomfortable and wanted to be elsewhere. All the while Ivar grinned happily behind his cup as he watched the scene unfold.

“Why? Not long ago you told me just now that you should’ve never started it and that it was a mistake and that you loved me, do you want to take back those words? Or do you actually care about her?” Her last question his him hard and held a hard look of conflict like he was struggling with his choice or words. She wasn’t blind or stupid to see that he cared about the slave and that didn’t settle well in her broken heart, but it made her chuckle at him. “Oh, you do care about her. That’s so sweet, so lovely.” She made sure her faked happiness was noticed. “Let me tell you something, slave. You’re nothing special, you’re only a whore and that’s all you’ll ever be to anyone, just a slave, attention seeking, fucking whore!”

She threw her drink to the ground at her last outburst, and it was after this that everyone in the hall was staring at them. Oda didn’t care, she felt proud to put the slave and Ubbe in the uncomfortable moment.

Margrethe was in a shaking state with tears ruing her face, frozen in her position for a time before she finally run out of the hall in sobbing wreck. Oda gave a malice smile as she watched the slave run away before she sat down again. Everyone carried on as if nothing happened while the table she sat at remained silent.

“You went too far.” Ubbe’s voice was hardened with his burning gaze on her.

“I went too far?” She laughed bitterly. “You started it, Ubbe, not me.”

“Are you a berserker now?” He hissed lowly. “I can see it in your eyes tonight; you’ve become your father. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I do. And it’s all thanks to you.” She snickered. “Our engagement is off by the way if you haven’t already picked that up.” Ubbe’s face had become so red and darted his eyes between her and Ivar.

“Is it true, Ivar? Did you have her in your bed?”

“No offence, brother, but she came to me. I understand her like she does to me. You obviously don’t want her. It’s your loss, but thank you for giving me the chance. Skoal!” Oda and he were the only ones to make the toast. Ubbe wasn’t able to handle it anymore and stormed out the hall to be alone, heart broken and frustrated by how the evening went.

“Skoal…” Hvitserk had finally joined as he felt like he should for his younger brother and friend.

Oda thanked him while Sigurd gave a small silent nod.

She got her revenge and it felt good to rub it in Ubbe’s face. He knew what it felt like to be left heart broken and she didn’t regret one bit of it. She was a berserker and proud of her bloodline, where she could be herself and still be loved by Ivar.

[waywardroserp]

WAYWARD ROSE welcomes ELIZA GREEN BLACKWOOD to their life as an ELITE. They prefer (SHE/HER) pronouns, is 274, BISEXUAL, and has been with us for SIX MONTHS and belongs with the WITCHES. They share an uncanny resemblance to MADELAINE PETSCH. They work as THE OWNER AND MANAGER OF GREEN BLOSSOMS and are described as RESOURCEFUL, INDEPENDENT, and EMPATHIC. (Ingrid, 28, GMT+1, She/her)

Name: Eliza Green Blackwood Nick Name(s): Mrs Blackwood, Red, Boss lady Age: 25/274 years old Pronouns: She/her Positive Traits: resourceful, determined, empathic, intelligent, independent Negative Traits: sly, manipulative, vain, petty, selfish 

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Occupation: Owner and manager of Green Blossoms Species: Witch Powers/Abilities: Phytokinesis, black magic, blood magic, spells, enchantments, energy manipulation Skills: Botanics, extensive fashion knowledge, witch craft knowledge and werewolf lore

Rank: Elite Role: Switch

Turn-Ons: anal play, rough sex, breath play, bondage, pet play, d/s Turn-Offs: Watersports, scat, meaningless violence, humiliation(except from close partner)

Biography:

Eliza was born on a stormy mid summer night in 1744. Her father was an up and coming politician, and her mother a mid wife, making her the youngest child in a wealthy american family. She had one older brother and one older sister who she loved very much. Eliza’s witch blood and powers derives from her grandmother who her father all but refused the children to see(he believed her to not be mentally sound and was very embarrassed of his mother who would talk of potions and spells and curses, not to mention old history between covens or other supernatural species crossing paths with witches. She loved her grammy very much and would often visit her after school.

From a young age Eliza had a very strong connection to nature and her grandmother taught her both how to care for flowers like humans would, and how to care for them as a witch could. A great deal of what she knows of magic, Eliza has learned form her grandmother. She was someone the young girl often looked to as the only one in her family who understood her and appreciated her for who she was. Unlike her older sister Eliza was quite outgoing and had both a rebellious strike along with a big mouth. She would say what she meant and not keep silent even if told. This caused her to act out in her teens, finding the fact that the tabloids at that time frequently wrote about her in connection to her fathers political career. When Eliza was 17 years old, she found out she was pregnant and it took her a bit of magic to figure out who exactly the father was as she had done her fair chair of fooling around with men. When she did figure it out though, she tried to hide the pregnancy from her parents, unsure what to do. She found herself too young to get married, yet her parents would surely shun her if she had a child out of wedlock. Eventually she and the baby’s father, Colin Grey decided to marry. And while her parents never found out about her pregnancy happening before the marriage, they strongly disapproved of her choice of husband.

Colin was a known ladies man from a middle class family and his father supported Eliza’s fathers rivaling political side. After their marriage her family refused to help them out in any way economically which for a time made life very difficult. Eliza gave birth to a beautiful baby girl in 1761, naming her Willow. With an infant at home, Colin was the only one who could take work to support them. And while his father worked hard to secure him work at the bank he worked at, Colin often spent a lot of their money on drinks and women Their marriage wasn’t an awfully happy one, though a couple of years into it, Colin began to take his responsibilities more seriously. He cut back on drinking and came home at reasonable hours, even became prone to lavish his wife with flowers and buy dresses or toys for his little girl. When he was killed as an innocent bystander in a street brawl, Eliza was at her wits end. Sure she could sell of some of her jewelry and potions, take requests for readings and sell flowers at the farmers market, but she was without a proper education and money, struggling to make ends meet.

The death of her grandmother proved to be both a hard blow and a blessing. The old lady left her entire estate, all her money and savings to Eliza, and the girls were able to move into the old house out by the lake. Eliza loved being close to the forest and take her daughter out to enjoy the scenery and nature. Meeting Chance was by no means planned for, yet she saw it as another blessing, finding true love while walking in the woods with her daughter. Their love grew quickly, and when he shared his secret with her Eliza was both happy and filled with wonder. She’d heard tales from her grandmother about the werewolves roaming the woods but she had never actually met or known any. Chance was easy to love, being a lot of things that Colin had not been. Even tempered, exceptionally kind and very understanding. It did not seem as if there was a thing she could say wrong or an act that would ever anger him to her or push him away. Not to mention he was a terrific father to her little girl. Ever so patient and sweet with her. It was rare for Eliza, that steadfast love and loyalty, the lack of judgement or embarrassment. While she had loved her parents and siblings, she’d always felt like they weren’t happy with who she was and that whatever she did they’d find some way of judging her or being displeased with her. When tragedy struck and the wolves attacked, Eliza used all the magic she could muster once she and Willow hit the water, creating an air bubble around the two of them as they were taken by the river. However it took a lot out of her and when they finally washed up on shore, Eliza passed out from the exhaustion of holding the spell in place. When she woke a few hours later in her own home, being tended to by the town doctor, she drew strength from her flowers and her garden in order to place a cloaking spell on herself and her daughter, terrified that the wolves would attack again. When she had gathered her strength and went to look for her love, he was nowhere to be found, and rumors had it that someone had died at the bridge that night. Using a lot of different spells, Eliza could deduce that Chance was alive, but she was unable to locate him. Knowing that most werewolves have unusually long lives, she turned to dark magic in order to keep herself, and later her daughter alive, prolonging both their life spans. The price however was very costly. once every third year, she had to sacrifice two human lives in order to keep the spell active. Its one of her deepest secrets and she hides a lot of guilt and shame over the extreme measures she has taken. Though in turn her powers have grown immensely over the years. the older she gets, the more powerful she seems to become. When Willow reached her late teens, the Green girls decided to leave their old life behind and start anew, traveling trough Africa and Europe. Over the years Eliza have taken many lovers, but she has never given her heart out to anyone. She’s always been a spirited, seductive woman with little scruples on using her beauty for her gain, though at this point its become near a daily habit for her to use her charm to get her way. She moved to Wayward Rose with her daughter after hearing of the city from another witch and was quickly able to open her own flower shop, Green Blossoms. Eliza has power over all five earthly elements, trough her power of earth is the strongest. Because of her age she can come off somewhat entitled and uses a lot of pet names for people such as ‘honey/darling/sweetie’. Unless faced with an elder her assumption is that most are younger than her. Over the years she’s grown fond of fashion and trends, liking to stay current and taking a great deal of pride in her appearance. She likes to think of herself as a cool mom and tries not to smother her daughter too much. though the second any boy name comes up or she doesn’t know someone her daughter mentions she quickly demands details and insight, being a fairly hands on mom who would go to the ends of the earth to protect her child. She’s not much for patience and fuss with strangers, and has a tendency to put up a bit of an attitude with those she doesn’t know well. Mostly its her way of keeping everyone at arms length, or in line should need be. While she is kind and playfully forgiving she will cut a bitch if you mess with her. Cross her and it will be your last time breathing. She might have a long fuse, but if you manage to enrage her she will be vicious and can be downright cruel.

[yelmor-boots]

Extending an Olive Branch

A small story that randomly popped into my head so I decided to write it down. So, here’s a quick fic for Keith and Kosmo in the modern world. Bit of animal abuse but it is very slight. Hurt and comfort. The perspective is through the dog’s eyes.

If you don’t want to read it here, feel free to go to the AO3 link here -> Extending an Olive Branch by RedLion003

He didn't quite understand why his master kicked him out of the house. One minute, everything was fine. The young girl was stroking his fur with a dazzling smile. Her kind eyes brightening as she cuddled him close to her chest. He liked the attention. She was a sweet girl. When she saw him on the edge of the road, lost as ever, she had begged her father so they could keep him. He reluctantly agreed but seemed to pride over the happy grin on his little girl's face. He loved prancing around in their backyard, chasing her between the trees. She sometimes waved a stick in his face and threw it to the other side of the field. He didn't quite understand why she did that. He just wagged his tail and looked up at her with a tilted head.

She bought him a ball once. She threw it far off into the distance and told him to fetch. But if she threw it away? Why would she want it back? She stopped trying to play her weird game after a while. He has come to be very fond of the human. He swore to protect her no matter what. He was alarmed when she woke him up during a thunderstorm, hugging him close and crying into his mane. All he could do was whine and kiss her face. It seemed to make her feel better. The reason behind her sadness was because of her parents. He heard them shout a lot in the kitchen or the living room. They didn't sound too happy. He tried to calm down their anger once but the mean woman kicked him aside.

The little girl was utterly traumatized at the sight. He didn't like seeing her sad. So he started barking at the mean lady. She started yelling at her husband again and he felt himself being picked up by the scruff. He whined and barked as the man pulled him to the front door. The poor girl was screaming for her dad to stop. Asking what he was gonna do with him. He tossed him out onto the porch and turned to the little girl, "I told you he was dangerous. It's a wolf! Probably escaped the zoo when we found it."

"He's just a puppy!" She pleaded, hanging onto her father's jacket. Her eyes wide and pleading. He threw his daughter's grip off him and yelled at her.

"He ain't gonna be a puppy forever." He turned back to him, the puppy barking and trying to reach his master. "Shoo! Scat! Get out before you dare hurt my little girl." He chunked and scratched at the door. Why wouldn't they let him go to her? He barked sadly, watching as tears streamed down the little girl's face. "Scat!" the man screamed, kicking the screen door. He chunked in alarm and hurried away from the door. Halfway down the parking lot, he looked back to see the door obscure his vision on the family. He ran up the porch again and scratched. He yipped, trying to get their attention. But they were dead silent now. He yipped again, sniffing under the door. But they did not come back out.

He turned back to the road, jumping down the stairs. He cried as he stared at the empty street. He walked down the concrete sidewalk, looking around in confusion. Where was he supposed to go? He yipped at the empty road but nothing came to help him. He came to a more crowded part of town. People going home from late night shopping or midnight jogs. He curled up in an alleyway, staring at the many people walking along the path. No one noticed him. He cried in his shadow, shaking from the cold wind and drizzling rain. Footsteps and cars roared in his ears.

The rain started pounding harder against the ground. A loud boom made him yelp in surprise, staring up as the clouds lit up. Another flash and a loud crackle of thunder and a flower pot fell from an apartment window. It made him hurry into the street, tail between his legs and eyes wide. He heard the startled shout of someone next to him and he scrambled away from the passing person's feet. He looked up at the new person. Dark hair curled from beneath a red scarf and hood. He had dark eyes and a strange jacket. A lightning bolt-like print across the cover. He kneeled in front of him with placating hands.

"It's okay, boy. Are you lost?" He slowly reached out a gloved hand. He skeptically sniffed the person's hand and cautiously leaned his head into the boy's hand.

"Who's this?" questioned a new voice. The boy looked up to a bigger man, his arms crossed as he examined him.

"I don't know," the boy admitted, running his hand around his throat. He read off the collar his master has given him a few days into living with them. "Kosmo. That your name, boy?" He gave a small yelp of agreement.

His friend spoke up, "Let's take him home. Find out where his owners live."

He gently stroked Kosmo's face and carefully picked him off the ground. Kosmo yelped in surprise but the boy instantly calmed him. "It's okay. You're okay. Let's take you home." Shielded from the rain, they walked through the streets.

[vfdbaudelairefile13]

                                  Chapter Thirty-Four:

                          The One With Olivia's Proposition

Jacques Snicket had the displeasure of listening to Count Olaf laughing maniacally all the way back to the town’s jailhouse. Jacques turned to Esme, “Can you please hit him with that baton?”

Esme looked down at the baton in her hands and then at Olaf, who was moving his sunglasses just a bit to wipe tears of maniacally blissful joy from his eyes. She looked to Jacques, her face stricken with contemplation. “Honestly, darling, I’m debating it,” she said after nearly two minutes of silent contemplation.

The disguised villain took a deep breath, heaving over to clutches his sides. He tried to muffle his laughter but he couldn’t. Esme opened the door to the jailhouse as Olivia Caliban swiftly put the bobby pins she was using to fashion a lockpick into her pocket. She glared at the villains as one stormed in pushing her associate and the other was laughing like an insane person. “What’s so funny?” Olivia asked confused.

“That’s my question,” Jacques explained.

Esme pushed Jacques into the steel bars of the jail cell. Pinning his face to them. “You leave my boyfriend alone,” she said as she opened the cell door and shoved the handcuffed man inside, slamming the door as she turned to her boyfriend. Olaf continued to laugh like a drunk hyena.

“Darling, seriously,” Esme said annoyed. “You’re getting on my damn nerves,”

Olaf fell into his chair, wiping his eyes again. He took a deep breath. “Did you see the look on her face?” He asked, wheezing. “Even the boy’s face was golden when he realized I wasn’t captured!”

Jacques glared at him as Esme just shook her head irritated. She rolled her eyes. “You need some help,” Jacques hissed.

“You must have missed her face,” Olaf noted as he finally stopped laughing.

“You’re not going to get away with this,”

“Oh, but I already have. Soon you’ll be dead and those brats will be mine,” Olaf said as he stood up to make himself a cup of tea. He looked back to see Jacques glaring at him.

“Violet will defeat you,” Jacques warned him angrily.

“Like Lemony?” Olaf asked as he chuckled. “I’d offer you tea, but they’re all sweet and fruity,” He explained as Jacques glare intensified.

“Sweet and fruity doesn’t count as tea,”

“Is that your opinion or the cults?” Olaf interjected rolling his eyes.

Jacques continued to glare. “And your scheme is equally dismissible,”  

Olaf smirked in response. “Strong words for someone in a deluxe cell,” he smiled. “So what happened to handing me over to the police chief and sending me to jail for a really long time?” he asked mockingly.

“It never occurred to me that your girlfriend would be as treacherous and violent as you,” Jacques commented bitterly.

Olaf growled. “You’ve never approved of my love life,” he spat bitterly.

“No,” Jacques corrected. “I never approved of Kit’s love life. She always deserved better than you. And now she has it,”

Olaf’s face turned dark. He took a quick glance to see where Esme was. The diva was not in earshot. “What do you mean?”

“I want what’s best for those I respect and admire,”

“No, not that part,” Olaf hissed. “What do you mean now she has it?”

“It’s none of your business, but I heard sources say she’s with Dewey Denouement now. She doesn’t need you. She’s better off without you,” Jacques hissed.

Olaf growled angrily but his face showed a softer side. "That fucking bitch..." he muttered.

Jacques sighed rolling his eyes. “Look,” he said after a minute. “Maybe I can level with you here Olaf,”

Olaf turned to Jacques confused. “Where do you think you have the upper hand?”

Jacques ignored the villain. He stared at his old friend, sincerity written on his face. “Olaf, you have a keen mind and a flair for the dramatic. When that saloon across town was a firehouse, you and I put some noble deeds on the books.” he began to explain.

Before Olaf’s face went from sorrow to fury. He glared at Jacques, removing his sunglasses to stare at the man with his shiny eyes. “ I’m tired of books, Snicket. ” he cried. Doing his best to keep his anger on the surface suppressing his hurt. “The world is dark and horrible, those children need to learn this sometime in their life. Why not right now?”

“And I thought Lemony was morbid and negative,”

“ The world is dark and horrible,” Olaf reiterated in a soft hiss. He sighed. “But do you know what makes it brighter?” he asked, his eyes becoming shiny again. “Sapphires. Money. Revenge. ”

“Revenge against who!? ” Jacques barked. “Those are children! God damn children! They are all younger than you were when that night happened! They had nothing to do with any of your pain!”

“Children will pay for the sins of their parents,” Olaf reiterated almost automatically.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Jacques yelled. “Beatrice and Bertrand burned! Just like you had wanted! Lemony…” Jacques choked.

“I don’t care if they burned. They didn’t suffer enough! They got to live happily with each other, with love, making a family...what about me?” he asked angrily. “I lost my parents, my friends, the love of my life... myself… all in one night!”

Jacques shook his head. “You don’t get to ask for my pity! Not after all this! ” he barked. His face red with anger. “I felt bad for you in the beginning, I did. But you allowed revenge to consume you!”

“They got to be happy while I…”

“While you sat there and felt sorry for yourself. Drowning your sorrows in bottles hoping to relieve the pain. But I must ask...did it? Did it ever relieve you of your pain?”

“No, but you know what did?”

“Causing pain on children that didn’t deserve it?” Jacques asked.

Olaf rolled his eyes. “Yes, actually. Destroying their precious children,” Olaf hissed. “Do you know the ecstatic high that I got when I cut up Klaus Baudelaire? When I kidnapped those goddamn twins?! When I bitch slapped the baby!? When I’ll be able to enact what I plan to do to Lemony’s little angel?”

Jacques’ face turned dark. The darkest that Olaf had ever seen. “ If you lay a finger on my goddamn niece!” He barked so loud. He punched the jailhouse wall to intimidate Olaf. “ You have me! You want to get your revenge on Kit? For hurting you? Do whatever you want to me! Let the kids and Olivia go!”

Olaf chuckled. “This isn’t about Katherine,” he explained. “This is about Lemony…”

“Lemony is dead!” Jacques admitted for the first time aloud. “He died in a fire! He lived a miserable life on the run after that night and he died young. Hasn’t he suffered enough? Isn’t that enough revenge for you?” he tried to look the villain in the eyes. To look for an ounce of humanity in this man.

Olaf glared at Jacques. Peering into his eyes to show that he meant no mercy. “He was happy enough to make and raise a child,” he pointed out.

“Violet didn’t do shit to you! None of these kids have!”

“Her mere existence is enough to make me want to destroy her. Same with those pesky Baudelaires and Quagmires.” He hissed. “I won’t rest until they’ve all suffered excruciating amounts of pain. Until they are entirely destroyed.”

“You won’t win,” Jacques argued. “You’re better than this bullshit,”

“You sound like Beatrice,”

“She was right,” Jacques pleaded. “If you reinvestigate your ethical priorities, you could help repair the world instead of filling it with smoke.”

Olaf rolled his eyes. “Really?”

“Olaf, let’s do some good work together?” Jacques asked. “What do you say?”

Olaf took a step closer to the cell. “What do I say?” he repeated, his voice feigning contemplation. He smirked towards Jacques as he began to scat loudly walking away.

Esme scoffed as she sat down in a chair in front of Olivia’s cell. “Orphans,” she said as she filed her nails. “ Nothing but trouble. Am I right?”

“No, you’re not,” Olivia hissed back.

“What did these droopy, desperate orphans ever do for you? Before you got mixed up with them, I’ll bet you had some kind of a life, a future. Now, look at you…” Esme took a good look at Olivia for the first time. She noticed the woman’s outfit, smiled to herself for a second. “Is that a corset?” she asked forgetting her point.

“Yes,” Olivia said as she reached out and grabbed Esme by the front of her outfit pulling her closer to the cell. Esme looked shocked at Olivia. “Look at me, a part of a noble and heroic organization, finally putting my innate physical dexterity and extensive training in library science to the purpose for which they were made.”

Esme rolled her eyes, not even trying to get Olivia to let her go. “Do all you bookish volunteers spout nonsense when you’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” Olivia explained.

“Well, you should be,” Esme explained. She smiled. “What...do you think your boyfriend’s going to rescue you?” she began to chuckle.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Olivia corrected. “But I am going to rescue him.”

Esme snorted and chuckled louder. “Puh-lease,” she said. “Jacques Snicket isn’t going to make it to the morning,” Esme explained. “I’m so sorry if I didn’t make that clear.”

Olivia smirked. “Not if you unlock this cell and let us go.”

“And why the fuck would I do that?” she asked confused.

“Because I am a librarian,”

Esme gasped mockingly. “Oh, I am so scared,” she exaggerated.

“Don’t you see, Esme?” she asked. “Librarians know where to find things.”

Esme’s face dropped slowly.  “What kind of things?” her eyes widened as she glared at Olivia. Trying to see if Olivia was bluffing or not. But unfortunately for the eccentric diva, she was unable to read through Olivia’s poker face.

“Missing things,” the volunteer replied.

“Sto-stolen things?” Esme asked nervously.

“That’s right Esme,” Olivia said smiling. “If you let Jacques and me go, I will give you the location of the sugar bowl, ” she propositioned.

Esme reached for the keys so fast that Olivia was surely surprised by the woman’s quick decision. Esme nearly put the key in the hole of the lock. She glared at Olivia. “Location first,” she said desperately.

Olivia smirked as her face lit up with an idea. She looked to Esme, a pleading and desperate look on the vicious woman’s face. “On second thought,” Olivia started.

“You can’t go back on the deal,” Esme cried.

“I’m not going back on the deal,” Olivia reassured her. “I’m adding one more condition,’

Esme glared at the woman but looked to her desperately. “Anything...you just name it.” Esme pleaded.

Olivia’s smirk turned into a smile. “I will give you the exact location of your precious sugar bowl if you let Jacques and me go and…”

“What...what...what…?” Esme asked gripping Olivia’s wrists that still held her shirt.

“ You give me the location of Sunny Baudelaire and Duncan and Isadora Quagmire…” Olivia asked.

Esme’s face drained of color as she glanced from the woman to the keys in her hands to the disguised man who was in another room behind her as she contemplated her next move.

[chavantinha]

Scat woman baczkow and scat dating Chelm

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats D on your third character, Robin Sylvester! Send us her blog within 48 hours!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: D Preferred pronoun: She/Her Age: 34 Timezone/Country: CST RP Experience: Lots Activity Level: 7/10, depends on the day. I try to be on every day for at least a little bit.

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Robin Sylvester Designation: Switch Age: 23 Faceclaim: Britt Robertson Birthday: September 19 Orientation: pansexual Kinks: mommy age play, role play, orgasm control, edging, toys, tpe Anti-Kinks: anger, isolation, scat, blood

BIO:

A mother with high expectations was tough enough, but it became even harder when they’re being raised by someone else. Robin’s mother was a very stern woman who, ultimately, wanted the best for her children, even if sometimes it felt just out of reach. It was no matter to Robin, because she adored her mother - almost too much. All she really wanted was for Sue to be around more to watch all the hard work that went into her achievements, but with all the work Sue was doing to reach Headmistress status, Robin was left with the help. Lucia was always around to do everything - feed them, help with homework, make sure they were bathing regularly. A part of Robin’s heart always twinged at the fact her mother wasn’t doing these things, and often found herself in bratty little spats with the slave woman.

But if that wasn’t enough, the knowledge that her mother was away from home during the day with her submissive made the girl extremely jealous. Robin was jealous of Becky from the beginning because when Sue left for the day, Becky was always in tow, leaving Robin with the help and away from her mother. Sure, Robin tried different things to get her mother’s attention - some a little more intense than others - but eventually she started to concede to the fact that at least her mother would return home that night and Robin could try the next thing to get Sue’s attention.

Robin did everything she could to gain her mother’s attention, scoring the highest marks, being a success on the Soccer and Lacrosse teams. She excelled in music, playing many instruments including the piano, cello, and oboe, which she was esteemed through school. But it never seemed to be enough. By the end of her senior year of high school, she’d nearly given up and an attitude formed. She dropped out of school and gave up all her endeavors. She began to experiment with drugs, sex, alcohol, and refused to get her GED or go to college like it was expected.

Shortly before her 23rd birthday, she was caught in a drug deal gone bad. As a provision by the judge, she was to complete drug rehabilitation, get her GED and begin an institute to find herself a claim. If she did not, then it was straight to the auction house. Robin refused to end up a slave like Lucia or Imelda and complied with the orders, dreading all the while the eventual arrival at Lima Heights Institute.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What is your biggest fear and why?

Turning out like my mother, because she’s a frigid bitch and I hope she reads this.

What 3 objects/places mean the most to you and why?

Is nothing an answer? Fine. I guess my cello, it was always my favorite instrument to play. My journal, though I hardly write in it anymore. And… I don’t know. The top of a tree, because there you can get away from the world.

Who is the one person you’d most like to meet (dead or alive)?

The sperm donor.

What is the one moment you would describe as your happiest/most excited?

Honestly? I guess I can be straight with this one. 30 days sober. It’s been months now, but that was the hardest 30 days I’ve ever dealt with.

[syrupwit]

Letter for Chocolate Box 2022

Hello there, and welcome to my letter for Chocolate Box Exchange 2022! I appreciate that you’ve taken the time to read this letter. I hope that it will provide you with clarification, inspiration, or whatever else you may happen to be seeking from it.

I have requested fic only for all fandoms. Although I’ve written more for some sections in this letter and less for others, rest assured I would be thrilled to receive a gift for any of the requested fandoms or relationships. Should you have any questions or need clarification on something, please feel free to reach out through the mods.

Please see the table of contents below:

Likes

Do Not Want (DNW)

Fandom - Crossover Fandom

Fandom - Dishonored

Fandom - Fallout 4

Fandom - Fallout: New Vegas

Fandom - Gravity Falls

Fandom - Stellar Firma

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LIKES

I have a very long list of likes here.

Here are some of my general likes:

Humor, especially absurd, situational, or dark humor

Surreality and weirdness

Stories within a story, in-universe media

Lore and worldbuilding, missing background information

Cool, creepy, or unusual magic systems and supernatural stuff

Genre mixing and pastiche

Ensemble characters coming together to do stuff; sense of community, especially if it persists despite tensions, hurts, and differences that are not easily resolved; unusual team-ups

Dramatic rescues

Identity porn

Emotional hurt/comfort or hurt no comfort

Pining -- requited, unrequited, partially/cautiously/eventually requited

Messed up relationships where both parties are getting something out of the arrangement but in an unbalanced way

Unresolved tension (emotional, sexual, or romantic)

Gratuitous descriptions of scenery, food, clothing, ancient cursed objects, etc.

Here are some of my smut likes:

Characters being super into each other, especially if one or both of them are conventionally unattractive

Emotionally intense or significant sex scenes

Awkwardness

Repression

First times

Virginity, loss of virginity

“Chicken,” denial, teasing; one character flirting just enough for plausible deniability and the other not believing that they could be serious; one character hurting the other, purposefully or unwittingly, when they take the teasing too far

Jealousy, especially if the jealous character is guilty or in denial about their feelings

Sex pollen/mating cycles/in heat

Male characters being submissive

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DO NOT WANT (DNW)

Characters depicted as under age 16 involved in sexual situations

Characters having sex without mutual sexual attraction (I love G- and T-rated shipfic and would be fine with sex not being mentioned at all, but for works featuring sexual content, I don’t want it to be explicitly stated that the characters are not attracted to each other)

Hate speech or hate crimes (discussions/mentions of bigotry are fine)

Harm to pet animals (the existence of ghost pets is OK, and it’s fine to mention pet animals that have canonically died, but I don’t want to hear about injury, abuse, or noncanonical death of pet animals)

Bestiality

Scat

Necrophilia (sexual activity involving ghosts or sentient skeletons/undead is OK, just not inanimate corpses or remains)

Sexual activity involving worms / spiders / insects

Fandom-Specific: Dishonored -- Mindy Blanchard being explicitly written as not a trans woman

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FANDOM - CROSSOVER FANDOM

Cait (Fallout 4)/Rose of Sharon Cassidy (Fallout: New Vegas)

I’m so here for the absolute trainwreck that this ship has the potential to be. The anger and pain that both characters are carrying around; the age difference (Cass would be in her early forties by the time of Fallout 4, while Cait is 26); Cass’s functional alcoholism and Cait’s escalating drug addiction—things could end really poorly here! Or what if they somehow turned out well? Either way, I’m interested.

Paladin Danse (Fallout 4) & Veronica Santangelo (Fallout: New Vegas)

Danse and Veronica have very different relationships to the organization they regard as family. I’d love to see them interact, however improbable it may be, whether Veronica is still with the Brotherhood or has struck out on her own.

Piper Wright (Fallout 4)/Veronica Santangelo (Fallout: New Vegas)

These two have a lot in common -- they’re both super quippy! They typically wear some kind of head covering! They care too much for their own good! Piper could hire mysterious stranger Veronica to be her bodyguard after one too many death threats or something. I don't know, they just seem like they'd have a ton of fun together.

Willow Rosenberg (Buffyverse) & Granny Weatherwax (Discworld)

Late addition -- I just saw this in the tagset and went WHAT?! I'd love to see how these two would interact, what kind of screw-up on either end would result in their meeting, and what Granny might see in Willow and vice versa. Granny meeting a younger Willow, for example, could be pretty painful. Alternately, something about them meeting throughout the years could be fun and also devastating. Alternately alternately: humorous mishaps?

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FANDOM - DISHONORED

Daud & Emily Kaldwin

For two characters who meet only briefly in canon, Daud and Emily have an inordinate impact on each others' lives. It would be fascinating to watch them interact when Emily is an adult, especially in a situation where they're forced to work together (both held captive in the Albarca Baths? something goes wrong in a canon-divergent way during the events of Dishonored 2? Emily goes adventuring in the Void and meets a familiar ghost?).

Emily Kaldwin/Kirin Jindosh

I shipped this from Jindosh's first cutscene. He seems so eager to find a worthy adversary, and delighted when the player character demonstrates supernatural abilities. I want to see Emily dom the hell out of him. I'd also love something where, for whatever reason, he has to work for her side, or where a high chaos Emily wreaks havoc and he loves it (or doesn't).

(Note: Although I’m fine with mentioning or exploring Jindosh's canon nonlethal fate, I’d prefer that it not be played for comedy.)

Delilah Copperspoon/Lizzy Stride

Dunwall houses so many interesting characters who are contemporaries but don't meet onscreen. I think Delilah and Lizzy could have a really interesting dynamic. I'd love anything with these two interacting, or perhaps an AU where Delilah is the one to break Lizzy out of prison (motive TBD).

Galia Fleet & Billie Lurk

Galia's jealousy/potential one-sided rivalry thing with Billie is great. I'd love to hear more about Galia and Billie's days with the Whalers, or any potential interaction between games or post-canon -- Billie time-traveling and encountering Galia during her dissolute Golden Cat years? AU where Galia survives? Angry ghost Galia follows Billie back from the Void after the events of Death of the Outsider?

Ivan Jacobi & Winstead | Ivan Jacobi/Winstead

Winstead is Ivan Jacobi’s servant, to whom he addresses his final note. Jacobi calls Winstead his “closest confidante, dear to [him] as a brother,” and has clearly trusted him with a great deal of Eyeless business. What was their relationship like before the events of Death of the Outsider? Feel free to make this dark, or very dark, and to lean into weird class stuff and Jacobi’s family issues.

Lucia Pastor & Mindy Blanchard | Lucia Pastor/Mindy Blanchard

These characters are both so interesting, and likely to meet at some point if they haven’t already. I’d love to see how they get along, or don’t. Depending on Emily or Corvo’s actions in the Dust District and Stilton Manor, Mindy and Pastor have very different circumstances to deal with after the end of the game; for a prompt, I’d love something about their relationship in various AUs.

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Deacon/X6-88

Spy vs. courser, heck yeah! There are so many fun things that could be done with these two. I love the idea of Deacon being genuinely scared of X6, and X6 maybe grudgingly starting to respect Deacon as an opponent after they've had a few encounters. I'd especially enjoy some sort of hurt/comfort or rescue (from the Brotherhood? Raiders? angry settlers?) scenario for this pairing, or a 5+1 Things fic about their interactions over the years.

DiMA & Nick Valentine

One of the most complicated and potentially tragic family relationships in a game full of twisted, complicated, tragic family relationships. I'd love to see these two having deep conversations; navigating moral conundrums; doing normal daily-life things around Acadia; or just chilling out, however "chilling out" might look to them.

Ellie Perkins & Nick Valentine | Ellie Perkins/Nick Valentine

I love the banter and loyalty between Ellie and Nick! They're clearly so fond of each other. A look at their relationship over the years, or how things shake out post-Far Harbor, would be great, as would hurt/comfort from either direction. I've selected both the platonic and romantic versions of this ship because I enjoy both and have no preference between them.

Female Sole Survivor/The Mariner

The Mariner’s reaction at the end of The Great Hunt is so cute that it made me ship her with the Sole Survivor. She's been expecting an epic, life-changing adventure with this new friend she wants to impress, and what she gets is... what happens in the quest. I'd love some fluff or getting-together fic for this pairing, especially something that leans into the Mariner being awkward, super-handy, and given to sinister pronouncements about the Island (and the Sole Survivor being charmed by all of it).

(Note: I have no preference regarding the Sole Survivor's faction alignment. I usually go with "Nora" and the default backstory, but if there's a name or backstory you'd rather use, please go for it.)

John Hancock/Paladin Danse

This seems like it would be a total mess; I’m into those! These characters both have strong senses of justice and are very hard on themselves, and I think they could bond over that. I would particularly love something set after Blind Betrayal, or a take on this pairing where Danse works through his bigotry before developing feelings for Hancock and there’s unrequited pining from Danse’s side. Unexpected hurt/comfort, a “hurt me not him” situation, or one rescuing the other would also be great.

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(Note: Unless otherwise indicated, I have no set preference regarding gender, faction, karma, or backstory for the Courier. Go hog wild.)

Benny & Yes Man

I love New Vegas, that rat fink Benny, and everything to do with Yes Man. Please tell me more about the relationship between these two, what they got up to pre-canon, and what might perhaps have happened if Benny had been able to carry out his original plans.

Courier & Doctor Mobius

Doctor Mobius is the cutest old mad scientist. I'd love to see him and the Courier having fun together, however they might define "fun" -- staging fake fights to distract the Big MT scientists! taking the robo-scorpions on a field trip to New Vegas! just hanging out and inventing new monstrosities together!

Courier & Stealth Suit Mk II

The suit is so cute! Why? (I sold so many cool items in Old World Blues to keep it repaired. So many.) I'd love to hear more about the suit's relationship with the Courier and the escapades they get up to. Does the suit have any secret built-in functions, and do they come in handy in a crisis or make a bad situation worse?

Female Courier/Stealth Suit Mk II

The suit is so cute, part II: What if the suit fell in love? Does it have any functions related to love? How does a stealth suit, built for sneaking and hiding, learn to reveal its innermost feelings? I'd love something fluffy or silly or humorous for this pairing, including smut.

Courier/Mr. House

Mr. House is such an interesting character, and his dynamic with the Courier can go some fascinating places. I'm particularly intrigued by his potential relationship with a more chaotic or evil Courier, especially one who chooses to complete his questline without betraying him.

Craig Boone/Ulysses

This pairing occurred to me a few weeks ago, and while it's a terrible idea, something about it intrigues me. It's like a math problem -- how could these characters get together without killing each other? Here are a few ideas:

Ulysses' old home at Wolfhorn Ranch is right down the road from Novac, along one potential route to Cottonwood Cove. Did Ulysses ever have to buy supplies from Novac or deliver packages there? Did Boone ever get super drunk, decide he was going to take down the Legion on his own, and end up passing out in Ulysses' garden?

What if Boone got lost in the Divide while searching for an AWOL Courier, and Ulysses, for whatever reason, decided not to kill him?

What if they met through the Courier, post-canon?

Dean Domino/Vera Keyes/Frederick Sinclair

There are bad idea threesomes, and then there’s this. I'd love some uncomfortable three-way UST, Dean being an asshole and being over-familiar with Vera to make Sinclair jealous, or the three of them actually sleeping together in a way that does or doesn't change any of the DLC events.

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Bill Cipher/Ford Pines

This pairing won me over somewhere between the first time Bill says "Sixer" and his ominous piano serenade while Ford is chained up in the Fearamid. Please tell me more about bitter exes; consensual possession; hero-worship gone wrong; arrogant yet lonely scientists bulldozing their way into terrible situations; and deals with eldritch beings who exist beyond time and morality, but toooootally care about you as a person and aren't just using you, yep, sure.

Fiddleford H. McGucket/Ford Pines

There's so much potential for complex feelings and conflict and pining in this relationship, it's great. I would love something about these two set before everything went wrong, or while things were in the process of going wrong; I'd also love something set post-canon where they're trying to repair their relationship.

(Note: Although I'm fine with exploration of Fiddleford's mental health and memory issues, I would prefer that they not be played for straight comedy. Black comedy or horror-comedy from his POV would be great though!)

Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines

Another relationship with a lot of potential! Ford isn't the only occult-obsessed, manipulable nerd in the Pines family, although Dipper -- imo -- takes a little more after Stan in the self-sacrifice department. I'd love something where Bill chooses to play the long game, or maybe develops a bit of possessiveness towards Dipper; something where he torments Dipper over his crush on Wendy, or becomes jealous without being aware of it, would also be great.

(Note: I'm more interested in scenarios for this ship set at least a few years post-canon, and per my DNWs I would request that Dipper be 16 or older for any sexual situations.)

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FANDOM - STELLAR FIRMA

Number 1/Number 48

They're top-secret corporate somethings with an evil plot, and they're in marriage counseling! Please tell me more about their everyday lives, terrible schemes, and post-canon adjustments and adventures.

Bathin/Trexel Geistman

Bathin is a pan-galactic heartthrob and all-around eradicator of bummers; Trexel is the most hated man in the universe, or at least in the top ten among such men. Bathin and Trexel went to (virtual?) school together, where Bathin apparently called Trexel "buddy" a lot, and Trexel confabulated memories of Bathin bullying him and did not fantasize about smelling him or dancing together. I'd love to hear more about their relationship, whether it's set during their pre-canon school days, post-canon after the destruction of Stellar Firma, or in a missing scene from canon.

Bathin/David 7/Trexel Geistman

Semi-canonical love triangle! (David 7->Bathin->Trexel->David 7.) David's interest in Bathin, at least, is unambiguously text. We see a lot of David and Trexel interacting in canon, but Bathin remains an offscreen if outsized presence except for one recording. I'm interested in seeing how the dynamic between these three might play out, and of course I'm here for hijinks and complicated or disturbingly straightforward feelings.

David 7 & IMOGEN

For all IMOGEN can be sinister and mysterious, her relationship with David ends up as one of the sweetest and most positive in the show. I'd love something about the two of them post-canon, adjusting to new lives and roles while battling whatever wacky foes the wider universe throws up against them. Something about their developing relationship during canon would also be fantastic.

David 7/Trexel Geistman

I don't know why I love this ship so much, but I do. Please give me all the weird tropey* nonsense for them -- canon-era, AUs, or post-canon once they've had time to settle into their new lives and understand each other differently. I'd especially love a pining Trexel who acts like even more of an asshole, and a David who hates him but can't quite let him go.

*some tropey ideas: Wingfic! Amnesia! Fake dating to fulfill a clause of Trexel's inheritance! Meeting in dreams, but then it turns out the dreams belong to a psychic starfish who's pretty miffed about them being there? Trexel is assumed dead and David is unexpectedly bummed out, but then it turns out Trexel was alive the whole time and is now asking them for money. Trexel is a were-cat, the old kind with legs. Trexel is a were-space-cat with no legs. David has reverse hanahaki and it's Trexel's fault (good luck). Time loop.

David 7/Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz

The dynamic between these three is always fun, but its evolution from mutual hostility to working together in Season 3 was one of my favorite parts of the show. Please just show me more of them together, being ridiculous and having varying levels of fun!

Hartro Piltz/Trexel Geistman

I love love love the dynamic between Hartro and Trexel, including the foot thing. They're one of my favorite ships in any fandom. I'd be happy with just about anything for them, but if prompts would be helpful: I'd love something set pre-canon with Trexel causing trouble and Hartro having to clean it up, more team-building exercises of a dubious nature, or fallout from the finale on the escape pod.

[the-institute-promos]

➤ OPEN CHARACTER: GINA, 27, MISTRESS, SUCCUBUS

FULL NAME: Gina Capone NICKNAME(S): Gin PRONOUNS: She/Her BIRTHDAY: March 1 AGE: 27 STATUS: Mistress MAJOR: Forensic Anthropology SPECIES: Succubus SPECIAL POWERS: None SEXUALITY: Pansexual I AM A: Switch I WANT A: Dominant / Submissive / Switch TURN-ONS: Bondage, biting, marking TURN-OFFS: Blood, scat, gore

➤ BIOGRAPHY

There aren’t enough words in the human dictionary to describe Gina Capone. Born only 4.2 minutes after her twin brother Giovanni, you wouldn’t be able to tell that she’s the second youngest Capone child. As a kid she was always quick in wit and on her feet, she was the favorite. When it came to her mother she was the daughter she’d always wanted, when it came to her father she was the princess. He made sure that his little princess wanted for nothing, her 3rd birthday she’d asked for a pony and he’d bought her four. She was the little girl that every other little girl wanted to be.

That type of life can only last for so long though. When she was six years old her mother passed away, had an accident, and the Capone family home turned into something out of a nightmare. Where there used to be laughter and yells of joy were now screaming and words of anger. When Gina was young she wanted nothing more than to run away and never return home. At night she left without telling anyone, snuck out of the house and somehow made it into the downtown core of New York City. The city was not a place that a kid should be by themselves and definitely not where a kid should be at that time of night. After wondering aimlessly she managed to get lost, it was a strange woman who ended going up to Gina and telling her she’d help find her way home. After Gina gave the woman her name, the woman went from sweet to mean.

Not ten minutes later Gina found herself tied up and thrown into the trunk of some mans car. She remembers crying and yelling for help but the tape over her mouth stopped any sounds from coming out. Eventually Gina gave up trying to get someone to save her, she could hear the man and woman in the front of the car talking. Mentioning something about money and ransom, Gina didn’t know what that meant; she just wanted to go back home. Soon they ended up stopping the car and Gina let herself hope that maybe it meant they were finally at her house, her naïve mind lead her to believe that was possible, but what she saw was an abandoned cottage. There they kept her locked up in a tiny basement with a bowl of water and some scraps of food. What took place in that cottage is something that Gina has never spoken about. One day after weeks of being there, cops showed up and found Gina, returning her to her concerned family. Most of her family was relieved, including her father, but after making sure she was okay he went back to secluding himself and drinking even more. There were no signs of who the people who kidnapped her were and they never did find them. However, if people were to look at Gina now they would never know she went through such a traumatic experience. The only person she’s close or open with is her twin brother Giovanni, but even then she’s guarded.

Gina still lived in the family mansion with the rest of her siblings. Being a succubus is something that comes as natural to her as any of her other siblings. It was the way they were raised, to know what they are, and what to expect. She uses this to her advantage whenever she can. She’s not the type of girl who people try and bring her out of her shell, mostly because she’s always out there. Most people would say Gina is narcissistic, full of herself, or stuck up. All of those are true, but what only her family knows is she suffers from Narcissistic Personality Disorder and Bipolar Disorder. It’s been said by her psychiatrist that they believe she made herself bigger than life because of the trauma she doesn’t speak of. If she’s above it then it can’t get under her skin. She often skips taking her pills and instead substitutes for pills of a different variety, or any drug really. For now she seems to have things under control, but how long will it be before she completely spirals out. Maybe it’s her mental disorders, but Gina still can’t shake the fact that she’s no longer the apple of her father’s eye.

Her entire life only shook more when her father set Giovanni, her favorite brother, to having his powers stripped. She saw the entire thing happen but of course was helpless to stop it. She yelled, screamed, and cried, but it fell on deaf ears as he was carted away and shipped off to some place she’d never heard of. It took a while, but Gina finally managed to find out some information, she’s still not one hundred percent sure what it is this school is about, but she suspects some type of reform school to punish her brother. Putting herself in that vulnerable position is not something she would do for anyone else, not a chance, but for Giovanni there is little she wouldn’t do – not that she would admit it.

With a bag of her best clothes and six bags for shoes, Gina headed off to the institute to be with her brother for support, but mostly to help him try and get his powers back. Without him she feels as if she’s living in a constant storm of her emotions. When she arrives however, she is surprised to see that she’s referred to as a Mistress, what she doesn’t know is that with her brothers powers stripped he’s been placed as a slave. Not knowing the working of the school having just arrived, Gina suspects Giovanni is experiencing the same treatment she is, now she just needs to find him.

➤ PERSONALITY

✚ Loyal, persistent, intelligent, confident ▬ Unstable, narcissistic, vain, lashes out

➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Giovanni Capone

➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO

Gina’s faceclaim is Jessica Lowndes. // Could Gina be right for you?

Bio written by Jay.

CURRENT BAN: NONE

Main - Plot - Rules - Ask - Apply

[thegreatdahliacase-cb]

Profile: Kwon Soonyoung

Name: Kwon Soonyoung

Date of Birth:June 15,1948

Criminal Record: assault

Motivation to steal the diamond:wants to move him and his little sister somewhere better

Sneak peek of his backstory:

Soonyoung glared at his mother as he touched his cheek. "Watch your words with me boy." She said with anger in her words. "Screw you and I hope you have fun in hell." He responded before grabbing his little sister and her bag, pushing the front door open and slamming it behind him.

⌫This my favorite part

𖦹Soonyoung has a five year old sister named Kwon Soojin

𖦹He is like her real guardian and always takes care of her

𖦹Whenever him and his mother gets into a huge fight, he takes Soojin and stays the night at Dani or Seokmin's home

𖦹Got arrested for assault after he beat a woman up for attacking his sister

𖦹He works as waitor at two diners and tries his hardest to save money for him and Soojin

𖦹He is the closest with Dani and trusts both her and the guys to watch soojin when he is working

𖦹Sometimes one of the guys stay and watch Soojin so Soonyoung can go out and have fun

*His color on anon and dash is pink

⌫close your eyes

𖦹He's a switch (no lean)

𖦹 he’s motherly like

𖦹If his sister doesn't like you then he can't be with you

𖦹He's willing to try anything just nothing too hardcore

𖦹hard nos: Scat,wasteplay,feet

𖦹soonyoung is single

[mimicjapan]

   1: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:52:07 ID:fMus8bxQ0.net

  Death due to hemorrhagic shock such as a deep wound in the neck.

The cause of death was found to be hemorrhagic shock when a woman was stabbed and killed in a commercial facility in Fukuoka City on the 28th.

On the 28th at a commercial facility in Fukuoka City, it was found that Misato Yoshimatsu (21) had fallen bleeding in the toilet and died thereafter.

According to investigators, Yoshimatsu had multiple stab wounds on his left chest and deep wounds on his neck, and his judicial autopsy revealed that he was bleeding shock.

At a commercial facility, a self-proclaimed 15-year-old boy with a kitchen knife was arrested for a current criminal offense, and police have set up an investigation headquarters to find the boy involved in the killing.

It seems that the two had no acquaintance.

*Excerpts from the links below. Continuing with the source.

https://www.fnn.jp/articles/-/79270

                  3: Sunday, August 30, 2020 02:54:56 ID:RUSQ5Qwn0.net.

  What is the kid's name and face photo?.

    4: Sunday, August 30, 2020 02:55:25 ID:mU5Mitt/0.net.

  Also, are you only seeing the victim's face?

  >>4

  7: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:56:58 ID:+O8pe5le0.net.

  What? Forgive me.

    9: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:57:20 ID:yXNp9MOb0.net.

  A mystery in which the victim's name and face are exposed and the perpetrator is hidden.

  >>9 Youth law doesn't want to be a violent crime.

>>9 Really that.

  14: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:57:50 ID:Zd+Gz9CF0.net.

  Was it further chopped by judicial dissection?

    16: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:58:18 ID:jk9ASThQ0.net.

  This kid has also been released, and he doesn't even have a criminal record, so he forgets about the incident.

    18: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:59:06 ID:SlBQpvl/d.net.

  will live in a free apartment called Juvenile Training Center for a few years and come back to normal.

    20: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:59:43 ID: fMus8bxQ0.net.

  was stabbed in the toilet by Metta.

    21: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:59:51ID:DZtkO5600.net.

  The kid is the death penalty.

 .

  >>21 It's impossible even if the Sake Demon Rose comes out to the aunt.

  23: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:00:08 ID:bbnKdDor0.net.

  What kind of circumstances do you have when you are a minor, such as a demon.

    40: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:03:05 ID:Mf8YqsVc0.net.

  Why is this happening, regardless of age?

    54: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:05:29 ID:q0dXGLi80.net.

  Even if was born so cute, wouldn't be happy.

    57: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:05:47ID:0ApyzKcR0.net.

  Anyone could have liked it (actually, it was a firm choice).

  >>57 Anyone (if it seems weaker than me) was fine.

  97: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:10:09ID:k65Sgrhv0.net.

  When think about parents' feelings, crying.

    108: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:10:52 ID:w0Cf2GFbd.net.

  This is what haven't heard from the news at all.

    152: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:14:31 ID:g2ymG2xV0.net.

  The boy law has fallen.

    180: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:16:35 ID:lsiPZgM+H.net.

  The 15-year-old is a crazy country where everything is protected and allowed.

    2: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:52:42 ID: fMus8bxQ0.net.

  A video of when they were taken over.

hungry.

 .

    10: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:57:30 ID: cUo/S7eG0.net.

  >>2

Macho is edging a sense of justice.

  >>10 more excited about adrenaline than justice A family that oppresses will have children specializing in brain structure that makes it easy for the child to lose reason.And in anger, forget about me, and become an adult who can not distinguish between good and evil and commit crimes. Therefore, the one who gets excited and irritated by seeing violence is a criminal reserve army, and is also a victim who was the target of stress relief for poisoned parents. Poisoning parents who want to show their authority are wasting time and effort to give birth to children.

>>10 Really..

  113: Sunday, August 30, 2020 03:11:07 ID:5NGBu61l0.net.

  >>10

Just like adding a hand, it's just like a man.

    383: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:29:11 ID:RQCoG45F0.net.

  >>2

Mysterious punch grass, maybe junior high school students.

  >>383 In the unlikely event that you can escape, it's just a slight pain that weakens or weakens your power. Is it a mystery?.

  396: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:30:08.25ID:MrTPLIDo0.net.

  >>2

Damn it.

haven't seen it.

    5: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:55:41 ID:fMus8bxQ0.net.

  Apparently she was shopping with her three female friends.

    30: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:01:22 ID:RibxU+On0.net.

  >>5

Not even a clerk?

It's also perfect.

 .

    11: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:57:31 ID:2lwsb0Fq0.net.

  Kill these guys while holding them down.

  >>11 That's fine, even though it's a minor, it's definitely a defective product and has no future. It's ridiculous to use tax to protect error messages.

  473: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:35:29.71 ID:2AEgmBg10.net.

  >>11

Knees on neck.

    12: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:57:42 ID:KxPeOZJW0.net.

  Why are only the victims exposed?

Really sorry.

    42: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:03:52 ID:q0dXGLi80.net.

  >>12

When die, letting go of human rights, so it can't be helped.

    237: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:20:08 ID:4zKoCkiS0.net.

  >>42

A corpse consists of people and things and things.

    17: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 02:58:42 ID: fMus8bxQ0.net.

  It seems that the news is regulated.

The news is barely covered.

    31: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:01:35 ID:.

  don't really need the Juvenile Law.

don't think the person doing this kind of thing will be rectified.

Get the death penalty.

  >>31 really think so.

  34: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:02:00 ID:t/BHHnpe0.net.

  This is the luck that boyfriend is half gray.

  >>34 If it's a picture you're hugging, that's a rapper, T?.

  142: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:13:34 ID:QIrDWN0M0.net.

  >>34

Is there any evidence that your boyfriend is half-gray? Not a fanatic.

  >>142 ↓ ↓ ↓ Chi beef also w.

>>142 All the scary guys for Yin-kya are half gray.

  172: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:15:55 ID:t/BHHnpe0.net.

  >>142

There was an image of boyfriend in the thread that was standing in the daytime yesterday, and was told that.

    198: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:17:33 ID:Mf8YqsVc0.net.

  >>172

It's too scary, even exposing a photo of lover to the internet, it's just as bad as a murderer.

    254: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:21:01 ID:IvOtbcrk0.net.

  >>198

This is the image that he exposed on SNS.

    51: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:05:06 ID:DSMTONBva.net.

  Perhaps the woman's side made the kid stupid.

    62: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:06:05 ID:5AV90Slg0.net.

  >>51

Crime scene women's toilet.

    170: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:15:52 ID:dcI0MUeA0.net.

  >>62

Eh.

 .

    59: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:05:50 ID:0tVUcO3J0.net.

  The first offender, one person, if you name a minor, it is doubtful that there is even an indefinite life rather than the death penalty.

Probably about 18 years.

    101: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:10:16 ID:DTCebTWDa.net.

  It's called a women's toilet.

In a place where there are only people with low basic physical ability.

A place where it is difficult for men to get help even if they call for help.

    130: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:12:37.19 ID:Qos5YlLv0.net.

    >>130 It's Oliva.

>>130 Is it Oliva?

            143: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:13:41 ID:kl+28zY70.net.

  >>130

Strong.

    148: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:14:09 ID:RibxU+On0.net.

  >>130

Grass.

    235: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:20:07 ID:xOad6FL20.net.

  >>130

What does a kitchen knife break?

    273: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:22:20 ID:Zd+Gz9CF0.net.

  >>235

If it is made of new ceramics, it will break.

    303: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:24:12.47ID:xOad6FL20.net.

  >>273

Oh yeah.

wonder if am a self-catering J person.

    296: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:23:48.33 ID:lDpP0EjM0.net.

  >>130

A terminator or something?.

    562: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:40:52 ID:c6/4tUB/0.net.

  >>130

Thanks to the clothes of Magileth Sumanga.

    131: Sunday, August 30, 2020 03:12:37.31 ID:ZvNnA9hs0.net.

  Fukuoka...

In Fukuoka, there are some guys who are begging for accounting.

https://video.twimg.com/ext_tw_video/1164247852563873793/pu/vid/720x1280/GKhgxyccV0Z853tJ.mp4

  >>131 It's a messy boobs w Like the Fukuoka version of last year's fanatic couple.

>>131 Inflammation of repeated Japan Posts (effect 0

>>131 'll post it on Scat Japan.

>>131 afraid can't turn to someone who gets caught up in the back even though afraid of it.

  203: Sunday, August 30, 2020 03:17:53 ID:HoVAHgxX0.net.

  >>131

Turn around and love.

    322: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:25:11 ID:FPfWbKGB0.net.

  >>131

It's too hard.

    162: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:15:17 ID:6svm00Uc0.net.

  The daughter stabbed by Akiba Kato was also sorry.

Has Kato not yet executed the death penalty?

    169: Sunday, August 30, 2020 03:15:46 ID:yXNp9MOb0.net.

  The Juvenile Law is a minor offense, though.

It's better to expose those who do such brutal things.

How much can you expose from school?

    183: Sunday, August 30, 2020 03:16:44 ID:BxRPRjpO0.net.

  It's strange to have a stab, without the privacy of the dead person.

Even if such a person is killed, it will come out in a few years, and there are many unfair people in the world.

  >>183 could understand this kind of opinion before. In the case where the host man was stabbed by a woman who was dating, "The girl is cute, innocent and yeah w" "The host is a waste ~", and the victim spreads a lot of images lying naked blood, From the perspective of justice on the internet, which gives a lot of likes, these opinions only seemed empty. can't be ashamed to say that the world is full of injustice. Well, these people, when pointed out, said, "It's not necessarily the same person writing ~", but fooling you. It's ugly.

>>183 It is because of the unreasonable and unfair distortion that the internet people can safely engage in internet lynching..

  192: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:17:05 ID:FvYxGtug0.net.

  stabbed it multiple times and cut off the neck, or it was too much of an egg.

    211: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:18:31 ID:ZvNnA9hs0.net.

  >>192

Have you been decapitated?.

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      229: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:19:46 ID:FvYxGtug0.net.

  >>211

It says that there is a deep scratch on the neck.

Originally it was cut off.

    249: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:20:50 ID:kwCALPMC0.net.

  How many people are there with junior high school students?

https://i.imgur.com/hyxz9Ns.jpg

  >>249 If there is only information about the man who stabbed a woman, that would be the case.

>>249 You're a murderer.

>>249 What is this grass with a serious net? Is the head in front of you?.

          265: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:21:46 ID:rve0S3RKa.net.

  >>249

The police gather like an idiot.

  >>265 If it doesn't gather like this, it will be useless as a state power, and even if police officers are in full force, it is an intimidating effect.

>>265 There are a lot of people originally because that consulate is near.

>>265 Do you want to throw in your strength one after another?

>>265 Do you think it is to catch the criminal? If there are many targets, it will be because it is to protect citizens w.

  277: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:22:30 ID:ZeemWddd0.net.

  >>265

If you lick it, you'll get yelled.

    290: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:23:12 ID:+O8pe5le0.net.

  >>265

The other person is a murderer.

It has nothing to do with brat.

    452: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:33:36 ID:2vOPyLUod.net.

  >>265

A group of sports clubs.

A sense of unity.

    464: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:34:32 ID:J2B9264I0.net.

  >>265

It's because you're parting with an appalling person and an intimidating person.

    487: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:36:36 ID:BiQ/rrcW0.net.

  >>265

There were people sleeping in the downtown area of Wai, so there were people sleeping there, so when went to the police box, was surprised to see about six people coming.

It's a wanted criminal.

    300: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:24:03.79 ID:Q/a/5ttN0.net.

  >>249

What's the one in front of me?

    310: Sunday, August 30, 2020 03:24:31.44 ID:wXzx3MZOa.net.

  >>300

You can see it looks like a human head.

    318: 2020/08/30 (Sun) 03:24:56.23 ID:OFhF63Q00.net.

  >>300

Sashimataro.

The one with the mark of the fire department.

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