#shattered Victoria doll

[happypengirl]

FNAF 6 Story Predictions Afton Robotics Part 2

from Playstaion-Jedi

[tiniedemon]

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reasons kenny mccormick has been banned from us mall retail stores

sephora

definitely takes off running with a makeup pallet for marjorine

trips and falls into a rare beauty display

sprays an entire tester bottle of cologne in the fragrance section

hot topic

connected to the speakers somehow and played material girl bass boosted for 45 minutes straight

customer couldn’t find a shirt so he went in the back to search for it

attempted to climb the wall to get a shirt and ripped four wall hooks out

played tag with the hot topic employees in a skirt he didn’t pay for

spencers

taste tested every bottle of flavored lube in the store

shattered three ash trays on the floor

opened a pack of incense and lit it for a smell test

tried to sell a vibrator he didn’t pay for for double the price

zumiez

assembled a skateboard in the corner of the store and then skated around the entire store

tried on every sock in a pack of socks and tried to return them (he didn’t pay for them)

tried a hat on without realizing he had lice

victoria secret

took lingerie off the display model, spit in the bra, and put it back on

drank a bottle of perfume for $5

asked every employee if they thought his dick could fit in a thong

stood on top of a display table and danced, broke the table

ross

tried to fit into a onesie and ripped it

ate an entire eyeshadow pallet

hid inside of a rug until after closing

put his fist through a painting

apple store

set a picture of the inside of his nostril as the phone background

played cotton eyed joe staggered on every display device full volume

tried to return his samsung.. to the apple store.. that he didn’t get it from

accidentally spilled half a bottle of water on a macbook

h&m

played the penis game with craig from across the store

rode a skateboard he was forced to buy from zumiez across the store

spilled an entire bottle of hand sanitizer on the floor and then ran through it and fell on his ass

bath & body works

stole two pockets full of hand sanitizer

lathered his body in lotion and told the employees he was having an allergic reaction

spit in a bottle of perfume and took it to the counter and tried to get it for free because it was contaminated

lit five candles, arranged them in a circle, and held a seance

sprayed 12 cologne testers on a test strip and ate it for $5

toys r us

had a nerf battle with craig in the middle of the store

took a doll out of the packaging and drew pentagrams and penises all over the face

arranged two barbies to look like they’re fucking

programmed every voice recording toy to say “eating ass is good for your mental health”

threw a bopit at craig and broke his nose

food court

food fight

[arcadiabaytornado]

I wish the dynamic between between Victoria and Rachel was explored more over Before The Storm because they are so interesting.

In canon, we know that Rachel and Victoria aren't that different. They're both considered beautiful by their classmates and have strong ambitions that drive them to sometimes treat others poorly. They're popular and close with Nathan, often associated with the Vortex Club. 

Yet they're so different. Rachel is a dragon made of diamonds, and Victoria is a doll made of glass. She's so insecure and can never live up to Rachel because of how she holds herself back.

While they both have their beauty commented on, the ugliness of Victoria's personality is also often the subject of conversation. Unlike Rachel, who is addressed in many different ways, but seems far more liked than Vic.

That's because she's a chameleon. Or otherwise known as someone who can read people and easily slip into a friend group. This is not true for Blackwell's resident mean girl, who is only close with Taylor and Nathan despite being in a big school club.

Their insecurities are also hugely different. While it's easy to see Victoria as this bully who has low self esteem, Rachel is so complicated and complex the fandom is still arguing over who she really is six years after the release of Before The Storm. That's because Rachel was able to hold her mask in place until the day she died while Victoria's falls and shatters with the slightest touch.

It's so clear that Victoria wears a mask because she wants to be like Rachel. She wants into a room and have it be full of people who would be happy if she merely glanced their way. But that would never happen because she doesn't Rachel's confidence to pull that off. So she's just left to wonder the corridors of Blackwell surrounded by posters of someone she can't match even when she's out of the picture. And I think that's why she destroyed one of her posters. Even missing Victoria still isn't able to live up to the Blackwell legend that is Rachel Amber.

[deathmaiidens]

@enjoytheglow

"By all means, go, explore!" Mae waved a hand, pretending to shoo Lily away. "Just don't inhale anything, don't touch anything you don't recognise and be careful going up and down the stairs. Trust me, Jack's thrown me down them many times and-"

Her flippant and frivolous tone stopped short as she realised what she'd admitted. The gravity of what she'd just said. In one swift movement, Mae reached for a toke and lighter. She'd swarn she wouldn't smoke in front of the kid but she needed this, if she didn't smoke now she'd do something stupid, like burst into tears. And it wasn't like she was addicted, she'd take one drag and leave it.

The moment the toke was lit, Mae's rapid breathing slowed down. She pressed the joint against her lips… and inhaled. Deeply. As though trying to finish it as fast as possible.

When Mae next spoke, finishing her previous sentence, her voice was low and croaky, and she spoke very quickly, although it was unclear whether this was due to her inhaling so much or from trying not to cry.

"It's a long way down."

She exhaled with pursed lips, blowing out smoke like she was blowing out a candle. Her relaxed state left too quickly, replaced with shame at being seen in such a pathetic state by her guest.

When Victor and Victoria had asked Mae to babysit Lily, she had thought of refusing. But she liked the Van Dort family, Lily was the sunshine and rainbows she needed in her life and it provided a break from the usual debauchery that went on in her house. And so she had agreed, figuring she could probably keep her mouth shut for one afternoon. Apparently she was wrong.

As if a switch had been flicked, Mae shook her head slightly, adjusted her position on the couch and tried to regain some of her dignity and emit a sense of class. If she didn't acknowledge what she'd said, it was as if it never happened.

Lily was innocent, but she wasn't stupid. Normally, she would have jumped at any opportunity to poke into places she shouldn't and get into mischief, but now was one of those moments.

They were like little cracks on the head of an old doll she'd tried in vain to repair once. At first, they didn't seem that noticeable or difficult to fix. Then they started to spread and even with the most delicate of handling, shattering was inevitable. She still remembered how she could feel her little heart falling to pieces with the china head.

Lily felt a lump rising in her throat and swallowed it quickly before the woman could light one of those funny cigarettes. She was sure if either of her parents could have seen her, she'd never be able to look after her again and then she'd be all alone with that crazy boyfriend of hers.

"No," she murmured, looking down into the endless, engulfing dark of the staircase below her. All she could make out in it was her friend falling over and over and over again. All she could think of was Mae's peachy skin turning blue, the shadows on the stairs becoming dirt that would swallow her like quicksand if she crept any closer to it.

"No!" she cried out louder, more obstinately. "I -- Come back!"

She wanted her back upstairs where there was light and she could see her, away from the awful smell and the dark where anything could have happened.

Now, there were tears in her eyes too and it definitely wasn't just because of the secondhand smoke.

[johnkrrasinski]

𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

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Pairings: bucky barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1,507

Warning: SMUT!! (18+), use of toys, handcuffs, vibrators, mild bondage.

Summary: written for @celestialbarnes' 4k writing challenge with the prompt 'handcuffs'. congrats raachel! you deserve it love ♡. bucky came home from a mission and found a toy in your drawer that kept you satisfied while he was away. he decided to take advantage of it.

a/n: it's been awhile since i wrote a filthy one shot. enjoy! please leave a like, comment and reblog! :)

You stood in the middle of the room, anticipating his return. “Stay here and don’t move,” he whispered in your left ear, awakening the chills that ran down your spine. You only nodded in response and obeyed him. Your thoughts were racing, eager to find out what he had in store for you. Bucky had always had a way to keep things exciting in the bedroom, but this time, he took it to another level and you didn’t know whether you should be nervous or thrilled. (Thrilled, you were mostly thrilled.)

Since you began dating him, you learned that Bucky could be intense and passionate in making love. He tended to be more dominant, but he always had his limits and he’d never let himself hurt you. Until one night, you were reading an erotic novel while he was away on a mission and you needed something to relieve yourself, so you utilized that buzzing toy you kept in your drawer but never had the chance to play with (why would you when you have the sexiest and most generous lover?) and lost yourself in the fantasy of you and Bucky doing the scenario that the two characters were doing in that page.

Bucky found that toy a few days later once he came home and he was looking for his key and he had you pinned on the mattress that night for three hours. The next day, you and he were cuddling on the couch only in your underwear and you nervously told him about a fantasy you had while he was gone. Bucky was initially ambivalent about it, but the more he thought about it and the more you assured him that you were okay with it, that you wanted it, the more interested he was in the idea.

So here you were, staring at the wall, bare and cold from the air conditioner of the room, waiting in the dark, the only thing that illuminated your view was the city lights and the moon from the window. You were worried that Bucky changed his mind but Bucky was a man of his words and he was willing to try new things with you. Including- no, no, especially sexual activities.

You heard his footsteps from behind you and you couldn’t help but tingle from his presence. You wanted to turn your head to look at him but you didn’t want to disobey him. He stopped in front of you, his darkened eyes looked into yours as he took one of your hands and locked something around it. You looked down and saw that a pair of old prisoner handcuffs hung from both of your wrists now.

Bucky slightly pushed you back until the back of your legs hit the bottom of the bed, and he brought your hands up so he could attach the chains of the handcuffs to the wooden rod that was part of the bedframe. Once the chains were securely attached, Bucky stared into your eyes and kissed you deeply, his mouth devouring yours, tangling both of your tongues.

He backed away to admire the work of art in front of him, exposed and vulnerable just for him. His heart swelled with pride to know that only he could touch and see you this way. Bucky walked closer to you again and he pulled down the one last item that was still clothing your body and it was the black lace thong you bought a month ago at Victoria’s Secret.

Your legs stepped out of the thong once it hits the floor and Bucky brought it to his nose, inhaling your scent that intoxicated him. Watching him smell your underwear made you breathless, it was so lewd yes so fucking sexy. Bucky put it in the pocket of his sweatpants, then he reached for something on the bed and it was the vibrator that led to this moment. You were flustered and your eyes dilated, you truly never expected Bucky to ever use it on you.

You could see the smirk on his face at your reaction, oh how you wanted to wipe that smug sneer off his face but it only turns you on even more. The hold this man had on you…

Bucky turned on the magic wand and the sound of buzzing made you dizzy. He pressed it to your clit, making you whimper at the way it stimulates your cunt. He pushed it further into you and moved it up and down in your vagina, making you squirm. You tried to shut your legs but he slapped your butt, not too hard but just enough to alert you. “I didn’t tell you to close them,” he warned.

You could only mewl in response, you closed your eyes and let him toy your arousal as your thighs began to shake. He dialled up the speed, bringing you closer to the edge. “Look at you, I’ve barely even touched you yet you’re already a shaking mess,” he chuckled. “Now I understand why you love this thing. Seems like I can make you wet without even laying a finger on you, huh?”

“Oh, fuck, Bucky please…”

“Are you close, baby?” he sultrily whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, making you gasp. “Does my baby wanna cum already?”

“Yes, I’m so close, Buck…” you pathetically whined.

He chuckled, then he dialled up the speed to maximum and his other flesh hand made its way into your hair, grabbing it and pulling it back, allowing him to have easier access into your throat. He bit your sensitive spot, leaving a small bruise there as you cried out from your orgasm. The vibrator was still buzzing between your legs as you began to come down from your high, then Bucky turned it off and threw it on the bed.

“Now it’s my turn to make you cum,” he stripped himself out of the sweatpants and his boxer and kicked them aside on the floor. His thick cock sprung free, glistening with pre-cum that always made you want to wrap your lips around it. He stroked his cock a few times and then kissed you slovenly, leaving you breathless once again. He didn’t waste any time in hosting your thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

He used your wetness as lube to make it easier for him to slide in. When he was slick enough from your juices, Bucky lined his cock to your entrance, then he pushed inside until he was fully sheathed by your walls. He groaned in your ear, giving you time to adjust to his size. Bucky started with a slow pace, moving his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts. Once your moans grew louder, Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair and kissed you as he fucked you harder.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good around me,” you wailed as his cock brushed your sweet spot, causing your head to spin. You looked down to see where your bodies were connected, watching the way his cock disappeared in and out of you. You could feel the bulge in your stomach, making the knot in your abdomen tight. His metal arm that was on your hip made its way to your front, finding your clit and he rubbed it in circles furiously, making you clench around him.

Bucky groaned as he kept dominating your mouth and you could feel your heartbeat pounded against your ribcage, unable to think of anything else but him. Your thighs shook and your toes curled, the echoes of your cries were music to his ears. A few more hard pounds, and you felt your climax approaching, making you feel hazy. “Cum for me, baby, c’mon,” his voice, his touch and his cock drove you off the edge, the tightening coil in your stomach shattered as you screamed in pleasure, your orgasm hits you like waves of ecstasy, making you see stars.

Bucky snapped his hips vigorously and then he followed you to a place of euphoria, spilling himself deep in your womb, painting your walls in white. You both panted as he was still buried in you, Bucky kissed you once again to calm you down but this time, it was soft and sensual, instead of dominating. Once you began to regain composure from the aftershocks of pleasure, Bucky retreated himself out of you and he unchained the cuffs from the wooden bar and unlocked them off you.

“Are you okay?” he huskily questioned as he held you close to his chest, kissing your temple.

“More than okay.” you smiled, weary yet satisfied. Feeling safe in the arms of your lover who was glistening from sweat as you were. The warmth of his body soothed you.

“Let’s clean you up, hm?”

“Yeah, but afterwards… Maybe some tacos? That really drained me but now I’m famished,” you looked up at him, smiling contently at the man who just made you writhe.

“Sure. Anything for you, baby doll.”

tagging some of my favorite writers; @celestialbarnes @jobean12-blog @buckyblues @starsvck @sebstan-simp @saiyanprincessswanie @extremelyblackandwhite @cjsinkythoughts @baezen @balenciagabucky @onceuponabarnes @notborkybarnes @bucksbestgirl @badassbuchanan @wannabeschyulersister @golden-barnes @buckys-black-dress @buckybarnesplumwhore @chris-butt @fairytaleseb

[fandomfic-galore]

Lust at first sight

Pairing: Bucky x reader Warnings: swearing, kidnapping , being held captive

Word count: 1496

Square filled: taken captive for @star-spangled-bingo

Summary: Bucky has his eye on you and what Bucky wants, Bucky gets.

A/N: header by @geekandbooknerd betad by @firefly-in-darkness and @geekandbooknerd dividers by @firefly-in-darkness

Jolting awake Bucky gasped for breath, sweat forming on his forehead. Vampires didn’t dream like their human counterparts, but Bucky always knew he was a different breed of vampire. Images of his past lives kept flashing in his unconscious mind, the people he met in the war, the people he killed as the winter soldier. His mind never turned off, he was never able to rest.

His name carried a bad aura no matter where he went. In a haze of blood lust he became violent, a savage, he lost everyone who fought so hard to help rebuild his life. Now, he was trying to make amends, trying to not let the old Bucky come back to life. His shattered life was the only thing keeping him close to humanity, if he didn’t piece it together, the world may come crashing down.

Grabbing his notepad and pen he flipped through the pages, not caring if he received a paper cut. The gorgeous woman whom he once saw at a coffee shop was haunting his nightmares. He wanted to know more about her, he needed to know more.

The way her eyes sparkled even with a cloudy day made his heart skip a beat, if it was possible. The slight smile she gave when watching the world go by brought a warmth to him that he didn’t know was even possible anymore.

He had to know who she was.

Hanging his head low he walked the streets of New York trying to blend in. Every part of his body covered, he tried to avoid the sunlight, sometimes it was possible. When the sun peeked through the clouds, the rays stung as they  settled on his pale white skin. It was nothing he couldn’t handle, he had been through worse.

Looking up he saw the quaint little coffee shop that he had come to adore. Looking through the window he gasped, there she was. Sitting at the corner table facing out into the world, sipping a hot beverage slowly.

“Fuck” he whispered as he thought they locked eyes with each other. He wasn’t ready yet, he needed to know her better, get to understand her habits.

Walking into the cafe, he noticed the bell above the door didn’t catch the attention of the other patrons. Ordering his coffee, he sat on the table furthest away from her.

It seemed like hours that he was just sitting there watching her, admiring her from afar. Three coffees and a Victoria sponge cake later he was getting agitated. His leg bouncing under the table as he watched her stretch and hug her bag close to her body as she left the cafe.

Three people between them and a turn to the left, that’s how he stalked her. That’s the distance between the two of them for her not to notice him. Stopping at a crossroads with no one else around he knew it was now or never…

Y/n POV

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as your head was throbbing with an intense pain you had never felt before. Terror washed over your body, goosebumps erupting over your skin, at the realisation that you couldn’t see anything, you were in complete darkness.

“Hello” you called out, hoping someone was there, someone to help you. Raising your arm you tried to rub your eyes, a jingle of chains caught your attention. Tugging your arms in front of you, the chains yanked your arms back. Your legs started to shake in fear.

“Help, please, someone...anyone” you choked out. The dryness of your throat caught you off guard, the words trembled from your lips as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Bringing your legs up to your chest, you wanted to curl up in a ball. You hoped that this was all a horrible nightmare, that you’d wake up in your bed, wrapped up in your blankets and bathed in the streetlight through the window.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of a door, lifting your head a glimmer of light seeped through into the room. “Hello,” your voice trembled as you waited for the monster that lurked in the shadows.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the dark room as the figure approached, softly speaking“You’re awake.”

The voice sounded familiar, the warm tone to his tenor voice sent a chill down your spine.

“I brought you some food and water,” the person crouched down and a tray was pushed into your general direction.

Scrunching your nose up at the offering, your body froze with fear as you sensed the man get closer to you. A soft laugh falling from his lips but you kept your eyes trained on the ground with each approaching step he took.

“See, I’ve been watching you, for a couple of weeks now. You never noticed me, not once, but I couldn’t get you off my mind. I saw your face every time I’d eat, try to sleep,  take a shower. You’re always there. With your bright smile and that sparkle in your eye. So I said to myself, ‘Bucky, she’s yours, so take her.’.”

Tension filled the room, sucking a deep breath that you hadn’t been captured by just anyone. You’d been taken captive by Bucky. James Barnes. The Winter Soldier.

“What are you doing,” tears stinging your eyes as you try to finish your sentence “to do with me.” Your breathing quickened as possible outcomes flashed before your mind.

“Nothing yet baby doll,” you could hear the smirk creeping on his face.

A gust of wind swept across your face, you blinked as a light was turned on. Coming face to face with Bucky made you shiver, his ocean blue eyes held some hope. Hope you couldn’t understand.

“Please, just let me go,” you pleaded with the man, his jaw clenched as the words escaped your mouth, pushing your legs out. You tried to hide away from him, Bucky grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him.

“Get some rest, you’re going to need it.” and in a blink of an eye, he vanished.

It seemed like days had passed since your conversation with Bucky. He would bring you food and water every now and again, but you refused it.

“If you’re not going to eat baby girl, I might just have to force you, and we both know you don’t want that,” turning your head you scoffed at Bucky.

“Try it,” you smirked at the super soldier, your words must have shocked him as he rolled his shoulders back and clenched his jaw. “Come on super soldier, try it.” You smirked.

Bucky strutted towards you with purpose, grabbing your jaw he tilted your head to look at him. Grabbing a fork full of food, Bucky licked his lips slowly. “Open up sweetheart because believe me it could be much worse,” you chuckled to yourself as he tried to force the fork in between your lips.

“Oh baby, stop!”

Bucky was stopped in his tracks, his eyes grew wide as the fork shook in his hands. You licked your lips slowly and stood up, Bucky's hand never leaving your jaw. “What’s the matter baby boy, cat got your tongue?”

Shaking off the chains that held you to a wall, you grabbed the wig that was making your head itch like crazy, the wig cap soon followed. Throwing it to the ground, and flexing your muscles now free from the restraints.

Bucky's mind caught up with the situation at hand. You smirked as you slightly pushed the super soldier away from your personal space, a raised eyebrow at his agape mouth

“Have you caught on yet?” You smirked and straightened out your clothes.

“You, you, did this,” Bucky stuttered, walking around the room you took your time marvelling how surprised the man before you was.

You sighed, huffing and folding your arms as you waited for him to say something, anything to get this situation over with.

“How can this be?” His voice was shaky as your eyes stalked up and down Bucky’s body.

“Bucky, I turned you over a year ago and you’ve done fucking nothing. So, I took it upon myself to test you. You see I’m your maker, my blood runs through your veins, you're instantly attracted to me, and I wanted to see how well you could...well, kill. But as a vampire, not the winter soldier.”

Bucky stepped back, your movements in sync as you followed until his back hit a wall. His face twisted in anguish as your body inched closer and closer.

“I can’t believe you were testing me?” He spat at you.

“I have to say though Bucky, you did fine but...you need to kill faster, don’t play with your food next time”

“I wasn’t playing with my food” He challenged you as he pushed your shoulders to get you away from him.

“Oh boohoo Sergeant Barnes, get a grip, you’re a vampire start acting like it!”

Taglist

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Everything @escapingthoughtsandsecrets @foxyjwls007 @xoxabs88xox

[doctorgerth]

A/N: Heyo, here with one of the personal matchup scenarios from my 1000 follower event earlier this year. Here is the original. Spruced it up a little and changed it to reader-insert style so hopefully you all can enjoy it! I probably won’t share all 22 of them...just the ones that seemed to be popular and the ones I really liked! Those that I decide to share will be added to my scenarios masterlist and eventually my AO3. Mostly sharing during down time when I don’t have any actual writing updates. Hope you like these x

description: What was supposed to be a productive day on the Victoria Punk, your captain struggles to get out of bed and expects you to stay in with him instead.

warnings: cursing, one suggestive comment

Captain’s Orders (Eustass Kid)

Word Count: 794

“I think you broke our alarm clock…again.”

Kid grumbled incoherently as he angrily shuffled back into his spot in bed beside you. You sat up to see the glass of the clock shattered into pieces on your bedside table, noticing how both hands had fallen to point southward towards the 6. You laughed to yourself, easily imagining Kid hours from now cursing angrily in his workshop as he attempted to repair the clock for the third time. You weren’t much of a morning person either, but it was hard to not feel bad for the clock.

“Get back here and cuddle me.” He growled. Hairless brows furrowed in annoyance atop piercing orange eyes as he pulled the sheets up to his cheek like a pouting child. You peered out the porthole to see the sun straining behind grey clouds. The gentle roar of rain hitting the ship and the soft lull of the waves created a dangerously calming atmosphere within your shared room. What with the broken alarm clock, the steady downpour of rain, and Kid’s demand for cuddles, you knew it’d be impossible to get out of bed this morning. Seizing such a peaceful moment with your lover didn’t sound half bad, and you’d give in easily if it weren’t for the pressing duties you both had that day. 

“But Killer asked me to help him prep for-“

“I’ll tell him to fuck off if he says anythin’. We’re stayin’ in bed.” He retorted quickly while burying himself further in the bed, impatiently waiting for you to join him as he yanked the covers off of you in order to persuade you into cuddling him to get it back.

“Says you. Don’t you have a crew meeting today?” You inquired with an amused smile, poking at his barely exposed cheek all the while struggling to pull the covers back to your side, “You are the captain, ya know.”

“Yeah, and the captain wants some fucking cuddles. So you’d better follow orders. Or else.” Your heart fluttered at the small smirk of his that was visible through the thin sheets. The thought of staying in bed with Kid for the rest of the day was becoming nearly impossible to say no to. 

“Or else what?” But of course you wanted to tease him a little longer. Which was undoubtedly a big mistake as in one swift movement, he easily had you pinned under his weight. Slamming your back against the mattress, Kid toppled onto you much like a breaching whale, pulling the blankets over the both of you to secure you in a makeshift cocoon.

“Guess I’ll have to hold you prisoner, doll. Hate it had to come to this.” He sighed as he wriggled around dramatically until finding that comfortable spot along the curvature of your body. For such a big man, he seemed to fit perfectly on top of you. Too bad you couldn’t sustain the weight.

“K-Kid, you’re gonna crush me.” You breathed out in gasps of laughter. He hummed contentedly against you as he nuzzled his face into your neck. His wild mane tickled at your nose as his warm breath elicited the same effect along your skin.

“You did this to yourself. I tried to ask nicely. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy me being on top of ya anyhow.” You could feel that sly smirk of his against your neck and you decided not to entertain that suggestive comment nor stroke his ego.

You attempted a scoff, but all that came out was a pitiful breathy whine, “You? Nice?” 

“You don’t think this is nice?” He frowned as he squeezed his arm around you, deepening your embrace while also increasing his weight onto you. 

“If I wasn’t on the brink of death. M-maybe.”

With an exasperated groan, Kid lifted off of you, “Fine, fine, you’d be no good to me dead. But I mean it, (Name). You’re gonna stay in this bed with me. Captain’s orders.”

He shifted his body to lay beside you on his side. His flesh arm was outstretched to lock you in place, legs tangling with yours while his head laid heavy against your shoulder. As you regained your breath, you couldn’t help but smile widely while your fingers threaded through his messy bed hair in tender motions. 

“Stay here with me. Jus’ a little longer…” He crooned as his eyes peacefully fluttered close. It didn’t take long for your gentle caresses and the lull of the rain to drift Kid off into a reposeful sleep. His heavy breathing filled your ears and you continued playing with his locks, soon feeling sleep attempting to claim you as well as his loving warmth and soothing heartbeat enveloped you. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Virgil Angst Sh** (1)

Description: Alternative of the Strangers au where the necklaces are never uncovered and Virgil is stuck with Romulus

Warnings: Physical and Emotional Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Memory Wiping, Willingly Remaining in an Abusive Situation, Blood, Weaponry, Food Denial, Extreme Weight Loss, Starvation, Pregnancy (trans man)

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Virgil hadnt the slightest clue how he'd managed to end up in this situation, only that he desperately wanted out.

His only shot had been destroyed in a carnival fire, the book that had revealed the truth was useless to him now.

But, at least Romulus seemed to be revelling in Virgil's discoveries.

And, of course, his true body.

Roman had long since fled, Virgil had managed to erase any and all memories of himself from the prince, and his own friends.

It was better this way, better if no one came looking for him.

Better if he remained trapped in the fortress he'd helped Romulus raise above the ground.

Better if he played a perfect little princess, faked his way out.

Embraced the destiny he'd once fought desperately to avoid.

He wondered, occasionally, if Viviana was watching him now.

He wondered how disappointed she was that he'd succumbed to the fate she worked so hard to avoid.

But something in his gut always told him, she hadnt ever really avoided it either.

"Princess, are you going to come in for dinner or not?" Virgil shuddered as Romulus' voice reached his ears.

"I'm not hungry," Virgil said, lying through his teeth.

He was, of course, starving.

But he wouldnt give Romulus the satisfaction of his company.

"Shame, well then go to your bed chambers and remain there until I have need of you again," Romulus continued.

Virgil complied, every step he took feeling like a drag.

He'd gone from one hundred and sixty two pounds to a mere eight seven in under a month.

He survived on sneaked snacks and water collected from a rain jar.

He knew it was no life to live, but he also knew that this wasnt life, this was hell. After all, what life didnt include Roman?

Roman

The name hung in his head on a daily basis.

The memory of those emerald eyes and that dashing smile and those soft curves and gentle touches that Virgil missed ever so dearly.

He always cried when he thought of Roman, which was to say, he never stopped crying.

"You never learn, do you?" Often, to Romulus' dismay and scorn.

"Your highness I-" but Virgil was to late, with a wince he felt his hair jerked back, his head along with it, exposing his neck.

A neck covered in bruises and bite marks and stains of blood.

Virgil had liked vampires, before he'd known that just about any undead regardless of its origins tended to have a taste for blood related sustenance.

"Did I ask you to talk?." Virgil whined, averting his eyes as he felt Romulus' breath down his neck.

"You'll look at me when I'm talking, princess." Romulus snarled, Virgil let out a yelp as yet another bite that well would have killed him at the size he was was brought down on his neck.

He fell to the floor like a rag doll when Romulus had released him, staring wide-eyed at his captor.

"Dont look at me like that." Virgil tried to calm his expression, but to no avail.

Romulus didnt like acting.

Weeks

No no no. . .

Years

Had gone by.

He'd had a daughter.

A daughter named Victoria, whom he would kill and die for.

Whom Romulus would not be permitted to touch, ever.

Life was better now, with the little one, her prescience gave Virgil meaning, gave him a routine of normalcy.

Who knew a simple knock on the door could shatter it in its entirety.

He knew the eyes almost as soon as he opened the door.

Emerald green, yes, but absolutely seething with a flame of fury and passion.

His knight had come for the captured princess.

But of course, Virgil had to play dumb, for all he knew, this was a trick.

"I assume you're here for Romulus yes?" Virgil asked, Victoria resting on his hip, chewing on a tiny clenched fist.

"Oh I'm here for Romulus alright. WHERE'S THE BASTARD THAT TORTURED AND DEFILED MY HUSBAND." It seemed, as Virgil quickly noted, that Roman had not realized there was a small child present.

"Princess could you quiet down? I'm trying to read and all your whining is frankly m-" Romulus froze as he reached the top of the stairs.

Roman had a sword drawn within seconds.

As, Virgil had suddenly realized, did each and every one of the people he believed he'd brainwashed.

He supposed they'd rediscovered a few things.

"How dare you call him royalty as he stands dressed in filth and blood. How dare you stand here and berate him as though he is a lowly gnat to brush away with little note. How dare you treat the father of the children that should have been mine as though he is barely worth your time." Virgil had never seen his husband speak with such anger in his voice, such protectiveness.

"A king doesnt concern himself with the matters of a consort,"

That had been the wrong move.

Virgil didnt see the rest, he was pulled back by Patton and Janus almost as soon as an opening was made available.

The necklaces were destroyed, and along with them any trace of Romulus, save, of course, for little Victoria.

"Virgil? Virgil oh my precious orchid what has he done to you? You look so frail my poor baby, if only I'd fought him off sooner I could have saved you," now Virgil was at home, buried under sheets with his head resting on Roman's chest, face tilted up towards his husband as he assessed Virgil's injuries. Victoria safely tucked between his arms.

"Ten years. . . Ten years I'd hoped you would remain forgetful, ignorant of my mere existence. . ." Virgil murmured, voice raspy and aching.

"I could never do such a thing my love, I'll never forget you, nor will I ever let you get away from me again, nor let harm come to you from now on," Roman whispered.

"You know that's impossible. . ." Virgil replied softly.

"Not if I have anything to say about it,"

[avatarinspirations]

Avatar Kyoshi music

Here are some songs I like for Kyoshi’s story. It’s gonna get random XD

Angst

“Again” by Flyleaf.

“Anything” by Mae.

“Are You With Me” by Trapt.

“Baby you wouldn’t last a minute on the creek” by Chiodos.

“Bionic” by Christina Aguilera.

“Bite To Break Skin” by Senses Fail.

“Breath” by Breaking Benjamin.

“Breathe” by Michelle Branch.

“Broken Crown” by Mumford & Sons.

“Build your own Disaster” by Ice Nine Kills.

“Calling All Angels” by Train.

“Calls Me Home” by Shannon LaBrie.

“Carry On” by Fun.

“Change” by Taylor Swift.

“Change your mind” by All-American Rejects.

“Coffeeshop Soundtrack” by All Time Low.

“Cold” by Crossfade.

“Colors” by Crossfade.

“Crawling” by Linkin Park.

“Dare you to move/Meant to live” cover by Anthem Lights (original songs by Switchfoot).

“Dead in the Water” by Ellie Goulding.

“Demons” by Imagine Dragons.

“Don’t Tell Me” by Avril Lavigne.

“Dust & Gold” by Arrows to Athens.

“Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence.

“Evil Angel” by Breaking Benjamin.

“Explosions” by Ellie Goulding.

“Fight Song” by Rachel Platten.

“Fix You” by Coldplay.

“Fly from the Inside” by Shinedown.

“From Yesterday” by 30 Seconds to Mars.

“Fully Alive” by Flyleaf.

“Gives you hell” by All-American Rejects.

“Headstrong” by Trapt.

“Helena” by My Chemical Romance.

“Hero” by Skillet.

“Heroes” by Alesso.

“Hit me with your best shot” by Pat Benatar.

“Hit the Floor” by Bullet for my Valentine.

“Hit the Floor” by Linkin Park.

“Hold Me Down” by Halsey.

“HTML Rulez Dood” by the Devil Wears Prada.

“Hurricane” by Bridgit Mendler.

“I’m So Sick” by Flyleaf.

“In the air Tonight” by Nonpoint & Phil Collins.

“Innocence” by Avril Lavigne.

“It Only Hurts” by Default.

“It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi.

“Justify” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

“Karma” by Alicia Keys.

“Kings & Queens” by 30 Seconds to Mars.

“Monster” by Skillet.

“Move Along” by All-American Rejects.

“My Hero” by Foo Fighters.

“Never Too Late” by Three Days Grace. 

“One Girl Revolution” by Superchick.

“One Woman Army” by Porcelain Black. 

“Only One” by Yellowcard.

“Over & Under” by Egypt Central.

“Papercut” by Linkin Park.

“Prelude 12/21″ by AFI.

“Rain on Me” by Lady Gaga & Ariana Grande.

“Ready to Fall” by Rise Against.

“Rebirthing” by Skillet.

“Reverie” by Megan McCauley.

“Savior” by Skillet.

“Shake It Out” by Florence & the Machine.

“Shattered” by Trading Yesterday.

“So Cold” by Breaking Benjamin.

“Somebody that I used to know” by Mayday Parade.

“Sorrow” by Flyleaf.

“Supernatural” by Flyleaf.

“Tears don’t fall” by Bullet For My Valentine.

“The Cave” by Mumford & Sons.

“The Climb” by Miley Cyrus.

“The Greatest” by Sia --> I especially love Madilyn Page’s cover.

“The Rescue” by American Hi-Fi.

“This is Gospel” by Panic at the Disco.

“To Hell & Back” by blessthefall.

“Waiting for the End” by Linkin Park.

“What have you done” by Within Temptation. 

“What I’ve Done” by Linkin Park.

“Whisper” by Evanescence. 

“You’re Not Alone” by Saosin.

Score Music (Mostly epic)

“A Building Panic” from the Titanic soundtrack.

“Air” from the Angels & Demons soundtrack.

“All or Nothing” by Brand X Music.

“Antrozous” by Hanz Zimmer (Batman Begins soundtrack).

“Attack at the Wall” from the Mulan soundtrack.

“Battle on the Tower” from the Beauty & the Beast soundtrack (the Gaston vs Beast half).

“Birth of a Hero” by Soundcritters.

“Blossoms” from the Mulan soundtrack.

“Bonded for Life” from the Indian in the Cupboard soundtrack.

“Bring the Pain” by Brand-X Music.

“Bumblebee Captured” from the Transformers soundtrack.

“Caeser’s Home” from the Rise of the Planet of the Apes soundtrack.

“Call to Arms” by Two Steps From Hell.

“Chatting with Clark” from the Supergirl Season 1 soundtrack.

“Coffey on the Mile” from the Green Mile soundtrack.

“Destiny” by Filip Olejka.

“Destroying the Corpses” from the Haunting in Connecticut soundtrack.

“Evolve Nation” by Sub Pub Music.

“Farewell” from the Pocahontas soundtrack.

“Firebird Suite” by Igor Stravinsky.

“Floating Away” by Epic Score.

“Glory Seeker” by Immediate Music.

“H2O” from the Angels & Demons soundtrack.

“Here comes the King” by X-Ray Dog.

“Heroes” by Randy Dominguez.

“Jim Saves The Crew” from the Treasure Planet soundtrack.

“Kill ‘Em All” from the Carrie 2013 soundtrack.

“Lacrimosa Dominae” by Immideate. 

“Legion” by Randy Dominguez.

“Like a Fire” from the X-Men: Apocalypse soundtrack.

“Love & Loss” by Two Steps From Hell.

“Marriage Proposal” from the Young Victoria soundtrack.

“Neodammerung” from the Matrix soundtrack.

“Person of Interest” by Immediate Music.

“Prologue” by Jeremy Zuckerman from the Legend of Korra soundtrack.

“Ready for the Fight” by Epic Score.

“Redemption” by Andreas Christodoulou.

“Red Sea” from the Prince of Egypt soundtrack.

“Remember the Titans” by Audiomachine.

“Return of the King” by X-Ray Dog.

“Rise of the Abyss” by Two Steps From Hell.

“Sands of Time” by “Audiomachine.

“Shenzhou” from the Gravity soundtrack.

“Short Hair” from the Mulan soundtrack.

“Silver comforts Jim” from the Treasure Planet soundtrack.

“Superhuman” by Baby Rattle.

“The Age of Man” by Fringe Element.

“The Battle” from the Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack.

“The Burning Bush” from the Prince of Egypt soundtrack.

“The Doll Survives” from the Mulan soundtrack.

“The Fall of Man” by Groove Addicts --> this is the music I imagine when reading the Kyoshi vs Xu Ping An <3

“The Great Eatlon” by James Newton Howard.

“The Huns Attack” from the Mulan soundtrack.

“The Master Plan” from the Mulan soundtrack.

“The Moon & the Superhero” from the Hancock soundtrack.

“Their War Here” by Hanz Zimmer & Junkie XL (Batman vs. Superman soundtrack).

“The Ultimate Gift main title” from the Ultimate Gift soundtrack.

“Tornado” by Hanz Zimmer (Man of Steel soundtrack).

“Trilogy” by ATB.

“War is Coming” by Epic Score.

“We Shall Rise” by Epic Score.

“World on Fire” by Ninja Tracks.

Love

“All I Need” by Within Temptation.

“Arms” by Christina Perri.

“Beside You” by Marianas Trench.

“Back to Life” by Hailee Steinfeld.

“Boom Clap” by Charlie XCX.

“Can’t Help Falling In Love” by A*Teens.

“Crazier” by Taylor Swift.

“Everything” by Lifehouse.

“Falling in Love” by Falling Up.

“Fearless” by Taylor Swift.

“Flashlight” by Jessie J.

“First Time” by Lifehouse.

“For you I will” by Teddy Geiger.

“Hands on Me” by Vanessa Carlton.

“Here in your arms” by Hellogoodbye.

“How you get the girl” by Taylor Swift.

“I’d rather be in love” by Michelle Branch.

"Impulsive” by Wilson Phillips.

“Juliet” by LMNT.

“Love Me Like You Do” by Ellie Goulding.

“Salvation” by Gabrielle Aplin.

“She is the Sunlight” by Trading Yesterday.

“She looks so perfect” by 5 Seconds of Summer.

“Smile” by Uncle Kracker.

“Starving (feat. Zedd)” by Hailee Steinfield & Grey.

“Start of Time” by Gabrielle Aplin.

“Stolen” by Dashboard Confessional.

“Stuttering” by the Friday Night Boys.

“Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran.

“Whenever, Wherever” by Shakira.

“Wish you were here” by Avril Lavigne.

“With Me” by Sum 41.

“Yellow” by Katherine Ho.

“Your body is a wonderland” by John Mayer.

“Your Guardian Angel” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Other

“I Lived” by One Republic.

“I’m Alive” by Celine Dion.

“I won’t give up” by Jason Mraz.

“Part of Me” by Katy Perry.

“Release Me” by Agnes.

“Superheroes” by The Script.

“Undefeated” by Jason Derulo. 

“Wild Heart” by Sabi.

“You’re a god” by Vertical Horizon.

Please, feel free to add to this list!

[allyvampirelass29]

Beautiful Wickedness

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction By: Allyssa J. Watkins

Ally lay next to Charles, as the silver morning crept into the overhead canopy, setting the room alight with a soft glow. There was so much they weren't saying, as they laid there, close enough to touch, and a part of her wanted to forget it all........ her team-up with Victoria, her ghastly meeting with the vampire children, their deathly duel on the St. Nick Parkway, and just hold her husband, cling to his beautiful body, until it all melted away like snow........

Charles frowned as that mischievous hand touched his face, trying not to admire how comely her black lace nightdress stood out stark against her white skin. Skin that was right now beckoning to him....... He looked at her stubbornly, fighting his attraction, wary as to just what new hellish plot her sweet touch might conjure for him. You're a scheming minx, Wife, and yet I do so long, even still, to be seduced by you.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Manx," He whispered softly, allowing her to stroke his cheek, drunk with the ache in her touch, wondering if the same hunger lingered on her soft lips. "Are you going to kill me today, Wife? Or shall we linger abed for a bit longer?"

"Charles......." Ally whispered back, anguished, perishing in the thought, and he grabbed her tightly, as she hugged his body to hers, hiding her face in his bared chest.

"If I may be granted the privilege in choosing the weapon of my demise........ This sweet suffocation is a rather fine way to go......." He snickered, feeling her arms wrap tighter around him, her cheek pressed flush to his muscular chest, the slight quiver in her lips, making him wish they were overtaking his right now. So much fuss and fret, so many furious words hurled, this damnable business with Vic, poisoning their happy honeymoon days. But laying here, grasping her, feeling her, both of them desperate to be closer to each other. This was what he'd craved....... What he was so afraid to lose.

"Or perhaps I would prefer to die by a kiss," He simpered, his breath hot, his voice almost a growl and he wrenched her up his body, drowning her in an angry and tender kiss, tasting that ache, that pain of love, those gentle tears.........

"Ally........"

Ally burst into tears as she kissed him back passionately, letting her body say the words she could not, and Charles seized her thigh, punishing her with his affection, feeling her let go.......

"Charles- I could never- I won't let her k-kill-" Ally sobbed harder as she spoke between kisses, her voice broken and desolate, and Manx pulled at her curls to get more control over her lips, and to shield his heart from the pangs of those hopeless sobs.

"Nobody cries in Christmasland, Ally Manx," He breathed, his lips still brushing against hers, and he rested his fingernails on her wet cheek, watching the tears stream steady from those summertime eyes. "You're breaking the rules, My Sweet, and my poor heart. Unhappiness is against the law, or did you forget? Kill me with your kiss, Allyssa, yes, but do be so kind as to make it quick."

"I'll kiss you, Loveliest Husband, but I won't kill you........ Ally's eyes welled with raw emotion, piercing agony, profound joy, her lip still quivering. "I love you more than-"

"Don't-" Charles reprimanded sharply, pressing a trembling razor sharp nail against her wet lips, to silence her, his black eyes welling with anguish. "Don't you dare say it, Allyssa, if you don't mean it, don't induct that slow acting poison we call hope, through my veins. If you hate me, SCREAM IT, strike me, cut me with your precious pen, but don't you tell me you love me, if it's no longer true!!!!"

"Charles!!!!" Ally cried out in another desolate sob, and Charlie hastily lowered his hand to let her speak, still clutching hold of her like she was a fast fading dream. "I LOVE YOU!!!! Of course, I love you, and I know it would be easier for us both, if I didn't, but I don't care!!!! I will LOVE you, even if it kills me........"

Charles felt his chest shudder, the infernal tears stinging his eyes, pouring out of him, laced with the pain, and the poisonous hope, and he cursed them, feeling like he was dying, because he knew it was true. Through the many horrors and heartache, forcing her to hurt whomever he chose, authoring mayhem with her hand, in the midst of a still raging war for the Found Children of Christmasland, somehow the devil and a lost angel, the pure and the soulless had fallen in love.

His vulnerability turned brittle and cold, like ice that could shatter against her warmth.

"I told you....... to fear the far more tender hands. You didn't listen."

Charlie's glistening claws snapped around her curly head, closing tight, yanking her upright, and he waited for the struggle that never came, she didn't even cry out, as he delicately drew his sharp pinky over her full, tremulous lip. He paused with a snarl, and then rested his head atop hers, sinking his cheek into the silky, pillowed curls there, his voice a wounded rasp, as he held her still.

"Do you have ANY idea......... how HARD I tried not to love you........"

"Do you......... love me?" She asked breathlessly, trembling in his forceful hold, but she didn't fight him, and he sighed in defeat, his eyes murderous, his claws still firmly cradling his porcelain doll's head.

"More than Christmas......." His windstorm rage withered into a whisper, trading away his secret, his eyes flashing with something fearfully fond, pressing a kiss into her halo of curls. Damn this perfect creature. "I will confess, I had no designs for this to be a happy marriage, Mrs. Manx. Before I said, I do, tricked you into signing away your life, your hand, on that majestic Christmas Eve, and watched your eyes dance, glistening in the cascading glow of white lights, your beauty purely blinding, as I slid the lie onto your finger......... and let the trap close around you, before that profound moment, I had thought there existed no such thing as a happy marriage. Only fools enjoy such a suffocating union, under the thumb of a woman, as their dreams die slowly with them. What is a wedding, truly, but a man's funeral!?" He snarled coldly, his lip furled, and then slowly, his claws retracted.

"And then you happened, Allyssa Jolene, stole your way into my hardened heart, husband and wife fighting on opposite sides, and still sharing the same bed, as much devoured by the other's passions as ever........ How preposterous! Sickness, health, and all that humbug, but even quarreling with you in conflict is explicit bliss.

He let her go roughly, but did not release her from the intensity of his gaze, eying her with an especially derisive arched brow. "What now, Ally Manx? How does this fated love story end? We have proved beyond doubts and shadows that we cannot kill each other, and yet a problem called Vic McQueen persists, putting us ultimately at odds. I want to kill her, and she wants to kill me, while you seem rather reluctant to let either wish be granted, languishing between........" His smirk crept across his lips, especially smug. "And yet, you're not truly on either side, are you, My Dearest Love? If she knew that you were here, that you had betrayed her, by coming to me, succumbed to one last late night tryst in our marriage bed no less, she'd hate you forever. She'd never trust you again. Oh is there anything more fickle than a woman?

"I know, I shouldn't have come, but I-I couldn't resist seeing you, Charles, touching you, kissing you!!! I need you....... It doesn't have to be this way!!! You can end this, right now........."

Charlie's black eyes snapped, as she hugged his waist, and nestled her curly head into his shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut. So demure, my clever temptress....... But the honeymoon....... is long over.

Ally struggled against him as he seized both of her hands, entwining their fingers, attempting to hold her in place, as he forced her to lay back down, pressing her under him as he moved on top of her, snickering to himself, knowing she wasn't fighting very hard.

"The time for dealing and truces has long passed, My Love, this ends in blood. I AM going to end this", he purred, releasing his talons from one of her hands, to stroke her spilt curls on his pillow, as she looked back with big, sad, green eyes. "And when I do........ Your amusing little girl gang will be finished, and you will never go against me again once you've beheld what I've done to her."

He grinned even more charming, kissing her deeply, but the threat lingered in the heat of his passion, so coldly, that she shivered beneath him.

"I love you, Charles, but I won't let you kill her. I-I have to stop you, save you from yourself, so we can be together."

He kissed her angrily, his tooth catching on her lip, and then grabbed hold of her face to stop her, before she could kiss him back, his voice especially sinister.

"I will kill her....... even if it means sacrificing your love."

"Charles, NO! You cannot mean that!" She cried out in protest, her sweet eyes horrified, and he whisked his razor tipped nails across her dove white cheek.

"I do," He quipped cleverly, toying with the ring on her hand, feeling her close it into a fist, fearing he'd meant to rip it from her delicate little finger. Oh no, Wife....... You WILL wear my ring, and you will come back to me. Once I kill that petulant little bitch, you will have no choice, but to BEHAVE.

"Charles, I beg you-"

"AND if you do manage by some unforeseen twist of fate to leave here........" He finished coolly, cutting off her impassioned pleas. "You will never be free of me......." He leaned in closer, breathing in deeply, brushing his nose against hers, breathing heavily on her lips as he spoke. "I will find you," He whispered sing song, stroking her forehead. "You are my wife til death do us part, and lucky you, for I.......... am immortal."

He chuckled and expected her to continue pleading, struggling, reasoning, but instead she did the one thing he never saw coming........ Ally slowly lowered her curly head, and kissed just so where his wisps of silky chest hair began, her voice so full of desire, his hold loosened completely.

"What makes you think........ I want to be free of you.......?"

Charles' lips parted, euphoric, practically purring as he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him, clasping the back of her head, nails in curls, kissing her, devouring her lips with an insatiable hunger.

She grinned against his lips, kissing him even more ravenously, hair dangling in her eyes, letting her ache, her love for his beautiful wickedness flood from her very being.

"You always did have such a fiery way with words, My Divine," He breathed feverishly, the two of them sharing air, drowning in each other. "And yet...... Your lips hold more of desire's own fire, than your words could even form."

"I would die without your kiss, Charles. Do not perpetrate so cruel a punishment as starving me of it."

Charles smiled at her very boyishly, scrunching the back of her tresses, as their lips met again in a rush of burning heat, and sultry smoulder.

"No, I think I'll feed it to you instead, tempt you with it, until this crusade against me, holds nothing so enticing. Forget her, Ally. Choose me. Let me make love to you, My Snow Queen, with a passion and tenderness so intense, that we shall transcend our naked bodies, and touch the stars. Stay with me, and I will be again your saintly suitor. We will be as we were........ Once upon a December."

Charlie started to hum the tune to which they had fallen in love inside a snowglobe, moving together in perfect mirror images as one, the motion and lines, living poetry.

Ally gazed back at him lovingly, her face flushed in an enthralled daze as Charlie cast his enchantment, and the pure and utter joy shining in her eyes, colouring her crimson cheek was exquisite, creating in him such an ecstasy, as nothing he ever knew any one thing could inspire.

But just as quickly as the lightning had come and struck, so did the tears, and regretful sorrow. "Oh My Darling Charles! What you have thus described is my own blinding Elysium, my perfect inscape of tender caresses and naked skin, but I-I cannot....... As badly I as want to surrender to this beckoning heaven, become one with my beloved husband in all of his beautiful wickedness, and immortal beauty, give myself to him, consummate our love, I must refuse until this business with Vic is finished. Only when I have you all to myself, and you are not wooed by this war with her, can I ever be yours, body and soul."

"Then FINISH IT," Charles rasped, purposefully breaking the spell, tearing himself off her, and yanking her from the bed, his eyes an angry, burning black oblivion."

"Charlie-"

Charlie charged swiftly to the window throwing it open, and rushed back to take her into his arms, as she froze, confused.

"Please Charlie, don't be angered."

"I am not," He said said much softer, kissing the back of her hand, losing his eyes in her black lace bodice. "I am........ Impatient. So finish it, Allyssa, my brave, defiant wife. FINISH it, DAMN IT!!!! Fly back to Vic McQueen, and give it your best shot, raise hell against me, and don't worry," he smirked as she nervously bit her lip. "Our overnight will be our little secret. I won't tell her that you were weak and came to me. Go, and do your worst, Mrs. Manx, and when you fail spectacularly to stop me, to wrest away my children from their happy home, when I kill Vic McQueen, slowly, leisurely, licking up every delicious moment while I make her suffer right in front of you........ Come back to me, give me my hard won prize, and end this ungrateful ugliness." He seethed, pulling her up against his chest, carried, legs dangling, in his strong, muscular arms, and she gripped onto him tight as he hopped feverishly up to the window's ledge.

"Charles, NO, wait, please-!!! DON'T!!!"

"What's the matter, My Dove? Don't you want to....... fly?"

Charles hurled her out the open window, watching as she tumbled into the snow, more a blackbird in that scandalous gown than a snow white dove. She scrambled to get up, and took off running, and he leant against the window frame, shirtless and smirking, waiting for it. Sure enough, once she'd scurried far enough away, she chanced a glance over her shoulder, to look at him one last time......... He met her lonely gaze, and blew a kiss to her almost spitefully. Fly away, little blackbird, but know......... You will never escape this cage.

[bubbletimestories]

Quarantine Beck (Quentin/reader)

Summary: The story of how Quentin Beck is so bored during confinement that he decides to find a damsel in distress for Mysterio. Except he falls on your profile and you start to trot him in the head. Between the heat, the confinement and the fact that he can send drones to observe whoever he wants, Quentin could well lose his mind.

Warnings: stupid Beck, he’s an asshole, as usual. Broken mug.

Themes: love, obsession, being bored, quarantine

A/N. This is not an ad for Smule (the application used at the end) but it is true that it relaxes. I especially wanted to stage a slightly stupid Beck and the fact that he sings ^^ Fic written quickly, without proofreading, for fun.

Translated with Google traduction, sorry ^^’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24540031 (eng)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24539569 (fr)

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Everything was ready for the big appearance of Mysterio, for the Elemental’s very first attack which would bring a whole new hero into the spotlight. Everything, absolutely everything was ready. And then the Covid struck.

At first, no one really cared, they weren't planning to launch any of their virtual creatures in China. A little Asian virus was not going to steal them the limelight in the newspapers, not against an earth giant or a walking tornado. But the little Asian virus did not stop there and we all know that in the space of a few months, the whole world was frozen behind thick windows. When the confinement was announced, more than one citizen felt a ball of anxiety crushing their throat, but it was nothing compared to the dull terror experienced by all the members of the "Mysterio" team. Being locked up is one thing, but when the greatest danger is cloistered between four walls with you, the global pandemic seems very slight.

The confinement was declared several weeks ago, the spirits are still heating up but many have already resigned themselves to having to wait quietly for the sun to shine on them again. Speaking in a low voice in a corner of the warehouse that has served as their home for far too long, Janice laments, carefully dusting the costume of the hero who does not yet exist.

"There is at least one good thing ... the helmet fits perfectly with the rules of hygiene. "

Victoria chuckles behind her back, recovering almost immediately with a concerned look upstairs, where their leader has taken up residence. Amid the debris of drones and other shattered objects, he turns in circles like a tiger in a cage, his slender figure cutting against the smoked glass window. Impossible to launch their great illusion now, it would be ridiculous to see a monster devastating a deserted city. No drama, no tension, it would have as much effect as a wet firecracker. So they have to wait, wait again, praying a little louder every day so that the operation chief does not commit murder. When he grabbed the hammer lying there yesterday, everyone held their breath as they imagined their last hour arriving.

" Hello everybody ! "

A cheerful voice startles the two women as Quentin descends the shaky staircase to mingle with the crowd, his face radiant and freshly shaven. He greeted everyone, patting one on the shoulder, saying funny word to an other, his irresistible charming smile on his lips. He’s sorry for yesterday, he got a little carried away, nothing serious. After all, there are worse things than being stuck here with friends. It gives them time to discuss, to refine certain details, to perfect what they have prepared with such care. Maybe they could think about how to add a little emotion to their script, although the tearful story of the bereaved soldier is already a great teardrop. Finally, he comes up to the costumer, slipping a hand behind her back, leaning over to watch her work.

- I am always impressed by the detail of this cape, all these hours of work… - It's ... it's because it's for you, Quentin.

The young man smiles and darts his blue eyes on Janice, just long enough to see her lose all means. It is easy for Beck to lead his world, a simple look is enough for him, a smile or a well-placed word opens all the doors. He decides to prepare a coffee before returning to see the seamstress, taking the opportunity to exchange a few words with Guterman on the story they have invented, the alliance on his finger... After having recovered the drone control bracelet to be able to check certain settings by speaking (he likes to be able to play with them), Quentin returns to his armor which he examines with a critical eye. Suddenly, his face darkens as he points to a small scratch on the shiny surface.

" What is that ? "

There is silence all around them although the tone of the young man has remained calm and playful. Janice suddenly feels in balance on the razor's edge and explains like a mother would talk to her son, if the latter was armed with a butcher's knife.

"Well ... it's a trace of past battles. The story of the Quentin Beck fighter will be more credible if the public sees traces of wear on the armor. "

He was the one who made this remark, insisting strongly that small details are the glue of good lies and that it should be as true as possible. The team leader nods slowly when he hears this common sense answer.

"More credible for the public ... it is for the public to believe in it ..."

With a great movement, he smashes the happily empty cup on the edge of the desk. He doesn't even pay attention to the handle that remains in his hand while the rest of the ceramic lies in a thousand pieces around him. His immense eyes give off a burning anger, unless it is madness dancing in flames in his angelic pupils.

"The audience will see what I want them to see. They'll believe what I want them to believe. Everything must be absolutely perfect, I mean PERFECT, for the arrival of Mysterio and perfection does not admit a scratch on the armor! "

He laughs as he steps aside, his fingers absently gliding across the control screen to make the drones fly, these obedient extensions of himself. Unlike others whose metal tentacles are the real masters, he can fully rely on the robots that roar around the warehouse, their weapons out and ready to fire. Quentin walks slowly, scratching his thin beard, deeply saddened by the fact that he has to live with people who fail to meet his ideal.

"I invest myself body and soul, we are all investing body and soul in this adventure, to make all these years of work something more important than stupid therapy for an alcoholic billionaire. All this hard work shouldn't go up in smoke because of a little mistake. "

No one dares to answer for fear of being shot in the head. Beck seems to regain his calm as he gently places the broken handle on the costumer's desk. The latter, tense of apprehension, feels uneasy when she feels a hand go up along her back to her shoulder, pressing gently as for a massage. The contact, as unexpected as it is sensual, is accompanied by a warm breath that disturbs the strands near her ear.

"Janice, Janice, Janice, you are a pearl ... Forgive me for this moodiness, I'm sure you can rectify that without problem. "

The woman nods vigorously and the drones all disarm together to return to land in their corner, their leader smiling, whispering before standing up.

"I knew I could count on you, honey. "

He can count on everyone here, they are a very close-knit team. Why these burial faces? It's a good day. Quentin regains his good humor, as do his comrades, as if the mug incident no longer existed. Well, since they're stuck here, why not put a little spice in the frame of their future hero? The young man has been thinking about it for a few days, but finding a damsel in distress would be a way for Mysterio to gain points. Who doesn't love rescue stories with a hint of romance? It's decided, he will take advantage of this confinement to choose the ideal candidate as others would peel the dating sites.

“We will find the ideal pigeon for our history. "

That's it, he is again totally focused and excited by their project, which reassures more than one person in the group. They are coming together, it will be like a game where everyone will judge the female profiles, even if the last word will obviously go to Beck. The latter settles down quietly, letting Will do the research and project the images using drones (they are very useful for watching a film). Quentin's eyes sparkle as he imagines the perfect prey, the one who will swoon in his arms under the applause of the crowd.

"She has to be pretty but not vulgar, not a bimbo or a brainless doll. Nor should she be too self-confident or intelligent, that would sound elitist. It is out of the question to take a teenager or an old woman, maybe a few years younger than me and obviously without disability, I don't want anyone to think that it is out of charity. Besides, she must be able to run and shout my name. Skin color doesn't matter, I'm not picky. "

Despite this last sentence, William realizes that his boss will not take the first young lady and it is by mopping the sweat on his forehead that he begins his research, going from photo to photo, from a Facebook, LinkedIn profile to another at the whim of "no", "no", "too cliché", "too ugly" from his leader. Hours go by and no woman really finds favor in Quentin's eyes, in his quest for perfection. If only he had a really clear idea of what he wants ...

- Walentyna Chmielewska… - Unpronounceable. - Alina Baez, dermathologist… - No - Y/N, she is currently in… - Ordinary - Christina Liang, professional dancer. - Lesbian, take a better look at her profile.

With an annoyed sigh, Quentin puts an end to this game which no longer amuses him, which in fact no longer amuses anyone. He will look for a young woman on his own, it will be simpler and faster. He therefore goes back to his office, giving free time to his team, eager to take advantage of a little calm. All the glimpses seen mix in his mind with a crisp buzz, hundreds of fake smiles, photoshoped skin and seductive poses. Although a photo trots in his head, very clear compared to the fog of other female figures. He found you ordinary and didn't even take the time to reflect on who you are.

Y/N... You are far from having a beauty of a model and besides, you don't seem to know how to pose or show off, even in selfies. But there's something in your eyes, in your way of smiling as if you were thinking of something secret that catches Quentin's attention. Since there is nothing else to do, he will be busy for an hour or two. Peeling your Facebook page turns out to be excruciatingly fast, you post nothing, your likes being limited to a few trivialities. Empty Instagram account, the only source of information is from your LinkedIn profile. If your photos reveal a blatant lack of narcissism or even self-confidence, your professional career shows that you are far from being stupid. You even have a higher level of education than Beck, which should offend his pride. He has rejected more than one profile for fear of being overshadowed, he likes to be the smartest one in the room. But no, you don't seem aware of your genius or you don't care.

"A girl like you posts more than that ..."

It is sure, you must have a pseudonym to browse other sites. Finding which alias you use takes him longer than he would like to admit, but when he finds out, it's the cave of wonders that opens before his eyes. Starting with your Tumblr account, nourished for years with your obsessions of the moment : fandoms, ships of all kinds. If a man's heart goes through his stomach, yours goes through your passions. With infinite fun, Quentin discovers what makes you vibrate, sometimes laughing with you in front of some funny posts.

Outside the office, the atmosphere gradually returns to normal. The debris from the cup are swept away, the drones carefully stored out of sight. Beck's absence gives the team some respite and they take advantage of it while it lasts. They do not know that a young qualified woman of some sort is currently occupying their chief, making him smile without even having met you. Without saying that you are fascinating, the engineer discovers you day after day, layer after layer, first the intelligent woman then the obsessive fan. Finally, he comes across a nugget, an oil well: AO3.

He should have suspected it, you love to write, it's an uncontrollable impulse that takes you to your body and pushes you to strum furiously on your computer for long hours. When he starts reading your fics, Beck likes to imagine you in front of your screen, shortness of breath and dilated pupils, letting the stream of words flow freely at your fingertips. Even if he is not really interested in these fandoms of which you speak, he swallows one, two, five fics without realizing it, carried away by your style. He imagines you as the reader, chatting with fictional characters, quivering under their caresses in your few writings for adults. Hidden behind your screen, you expose yourself and reveal a sensuality that cannot be totally imaginary, totally fictitious. You have written several since the beginning of confinement, translating your thirst for adventure, your hunger for physical contact, with a touch of humor. But do you only have experience in body and love games? It is not certain and it is all the more exciting: he can make you discover sensations that you hitherto only partially imagined.

Without even knowing it, you creep into the mind of the young man to occupy his thoughts, ghost or fantasy that has nothing to do with the companion he wanted for Mysterio. You are neither magnificent nor the kind to languish against a hero in armor, but Quentin does not think of you for his avatar. He imagines you with him, behind the smoke screen, impressed by his ideas and his virtuosity. Confinement is bad for him and he spends most of his time with you, in thought, until he decides to go further with the discovery. He wants to see you, not only in pictures but moving, living. Without really telling the rest of his team, he sets out to send a drone outside, devoured by curiosity. After all, if he has to make you the love interest of Mysterio, it is normal that he learns as much as possible, he is the perfectionist type.

This is not really voyeurism, he does not intend to spy on you in intimate moments and, anyway, he could only see through the windows. Feeding his obsession, Quentin does not care about the surprised or even disapproving whispers which fill the warehouse a little more every day. Opinions are divided between those who find that their leader goes too far, especially using their precious drones, and others who see this little break as a deliverance. As long as Beck is busy elsewhere, the team is safe from his rage. Even though citizens are cloistered at home for their security, Quentin sees the world scrolling from his small screen as one could walk on Google maps. You're not hard to find, sitting at your desk above your study books. Since the announcement of confinement, your brain has paused and you can’t work, even for an hour. Not knowing you are being watched, you breathe a dramatic sigh while rocking back, arms dangling on each side of your chair.

"I'm so lazy..."

Your unsightly and totally natural posture has something comical, especially for the one who spies on you, drinking from you for days. You look younger than he thought, maybe because of your loose t-shirt that makes you look like a teenager. It’s strange to hear your voice for the first time, as if you suddenly became real. The ambient heat makes your skin shine and you get up by shaking your top to get some air under the fabric, still grumbling. Beck loses nothing of your movements or the detail of your silhouette with full curves that terry shorts absolutely do not hide. He suddenly wants to be really close to you, to feel your thighs streaked with white under his fingers, to hear his first name in your mouth. What is your laughter like? What does your skin taste like? Do you like popcorn in the movies? It’s totally unrealistic, stupid and even perverse to be so interested in you. He really has nothing to do with his days to be so bitten. He hadn't been spying on a woman for years, it was the withdrawn and bizarre teenager who resurfaced. Today, he can have all the women he wants with a snap of his fingers and yet he still finds himself fantasizing about a chance encounter, a way of approaching you.

"Show yourself instead of looking at me from afar, it's scary. "

Immersed in his thoughts, Quentin jumps when he hears you say that, he made sure to hide the drone, you cannot have seen it and even if it was, you cannot react so calmly by knowing you were being spied on. An icy chill runs down his back but you are not looking in the right direction, your eyes lowered towards a ball of hair which comes to rub against your legs. A cat, you were talking to your cat.

« Since you're here, I consider that you send me a sign. No more work, I relax. »

Always ready to see signs of the universe when it comes to not working, you close your book and get a headset and your phone, your thumb fluttering at high speed on the cold surface of your screen in a gesture automatic. Intrigued, Quentin bends down slightly to observe your strange ride, the way you walk back and forth by adjusting the microphone of your headset before clearing your throat. Are you about to call a friend? You dance slightly while staring at your screen, marking a rhythm that only you hear while continuing to stroll under the bewildered gaze of your voyeur. What are you doing ?

In sleep, he sang to me In dreams, he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name…

You sing ... you sing into your micro while holding your phone, your voice soaring up to the drone as you smile without being able to stop yourself, as if you were on a Broadway scene, simmering with excitement. Hidden in his warehouse, Beck does not believe his senses ... Not only do you sing well but you are simply magnificent, radiant with simple joy, thinking you are alone in the world. Thinking that you’re out of sight and criticism, you have fun without shame and it makes you beautiful. Fascinated, the young man who shakes an entire team of engineers, who is only animated by the burning fire of pride and revenge, has eyes only for you. Without realizing it, he begins to sing too, joining you softly for what is technically a duet. When the song ends and you catch your breath, Quentin lets out a satisfied laugh. He holds his solution to approach you, not as Mysterio but as... himself : he will join you on this application and sing with you.

More cheesy, you die.

[happypengirl]

Happy Anniversary 8th Five Night At Freddy’s

Victoria doll Five Nights At Freddy’s

Withered Victoria doll Five Nights At Freddy’s 2

Shattered Victoria doll Five Nights At Freddy’s 3

Victoria (Vanna) Robinson (little girl) Five Nights At Freddy’s 4

Victoria (Vanna) Robinson (ghost girl) Five Nights At Freddy’s 6

Glamrock Victoria Doll Security Breach

[bellumventurusest-rp]

Andromeda Black - Twenty Four - Code Red - Pureblood

Wand: 10 inches, holly wood, dragon heartstring, surprisingly swishy

Patronus: Raven

Boggart: Herself completely alone and trapped in a black room with no windows.

Job: Owner and cashier at Black's Bookstore.

P E R S O N A L I T Y   T R A I T S

Positives: Charming, Graceful,  Brave

Negatives: Solitary, Opinionated, Strict

H I S T O R Y

Andromeda Isla Black was a summer baby, the second of the planned three children that Cygnus and Druella planned to have. Of course, they didn't plan to have all three of their children turn out to be girls, but that was something that they were unable to control - unlike the rest of their children's lives. Ever since they were born, the three girls were raised to be warriors, believers in the cause that her parents were fighting towards, as if it were a religion. They were made to believe that their world was nothing but mudbloods and those who went against purebloods, and those who opposed should be taken down and destroyed. Their bedtime stories were about a magical man named Voldemort who stopped all of the magic in the world being corrupted and kept the world pure - and for a long time, this was all that Andromeda grew up believing.

It was only when she went to Hogwarts that she started to realise not everything had the same upbringing as she had. Andie was beginning to notice not everyone had the same views as her and her family, and that perhaps things weren't as crystal clear as they had always been to her. Muggleborns and purebloods were friends in Hogwarts, they walked through the same halls laughing and having a great time as friends. To Andromeda, that wasn't something that had ever entered her mind before, it wasn't something that she had ever fathomed, that she could be friends with someone that wasn't of a pureblood status, but perhaps all wasn't as it seemed. 

Specifically, the one defining moment that changed her was meeting one Edward Tonks. He had such a beautiful soul, a kind heart and there were many things about him which she had never seen in a pureblood man. Ted was someone that Andromeda wasn't to be friends with, wasn't someone that she was used to associating with and yet she found it difficult to stay away from him. His smile was infectious, his laugh contagious and everything about him made her feel lighter than air. Andie isn't sure what it is about him that makes her like him so much, but being around him makes her smile, more so than she ever has when she is around her siblings or family, minus Sirius that is.

Having never really been one to make close friends, preferring to curl up by the fire and read a good book, Andromeda's best friends were always her sisters and her cousins. Bellatrix and Narcissa were the two that she was raised in the nursery with by their nanny, played with their china dolls with, learnt her first spells at home with (without a wand of course, her mother just wanted to be proactive in teaching her children as best she could) and did everything with. At one point, it was like all three were chained at the hip - until of course Hogwarts started to drive them apart. Bellatrix went first, falling deeper and deeper into a darkness that she would be unable to return from no matter how much help she had from her sisters. Narcissa didn't fall as much, but perhaps it was her own distancing from her family that has caused the rift. 

Andromeda honestly didn't mean to tear her family apart as much as she did when she moved out and into her own home, but she couldn't live there anymore, not with the poisonous atmosphere that she no longer believed in. She wanted to be free to have friends that she wanted to have, without her parents being interested in them. She wanted to be able to come in as late at night as she wanted and not have them grill her as to where she has been, and she wanted to see Ted. It's rare now that she sees Bellatrix, and Narcissa she does see from time to time, to get updates on her parents and how they're doing, but the one member of the family of her family that she still sees on a regular basis is her cousin Sirius as he understands. 

Everything is different now, she's leaning to live without the rule of her parents now and without the guidance of her family - and to run her bookstore without any assistance. It's difficult, but Andie is trying her best to get through it with a smile on her face.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Bellatrix Black & Narcissa Black - Sisters - Her sisters who she loves more than anything in the world, Andromeda didn’t want to leave them but how could she accept what her family was doing? She knows that she will never get back into the good graces of Bellatrix, but holds out some hope for Narcissa, that maybe one day she will be able to see her sister again.

Sirius Black - Cousin - She knew she would always have Sirius her true family; without him she didn’t know how she would have made it, as she would have felt utterly alone. In school she would quite frequently sneak out just to meet up with him and talk through the evening. She hopes her knows he could always go to her. She admires his fun loving nature though sometimes it worries her.

Ted Tonks - Close friend - A very close friend, Andromeda wasn’t sure at first by the sweetness that was Ted Tonks but over time he has grown on her. The two keep bumping into each other, although she has to admit that she orchestrated a few of their ‘coincidental’ run ins. He’s incredibly kind, sweet and very handsome and she finds herself drawn to him on a daily basis.

Augustus Rookwood - Ex-fiance - She wasn’t sure how it ever would have worked out, being with him would be a break to her soul. The final piece of her heart shattering and she waved goodbye to her life. She can’t stand that arrogance and violence though he is the softer of the two brothers, he was never soft enough for her.

Emma Vanity - Former Friend - During their Hogwarts days, Emma and Andromeda were quite close, but nowadays, Emma has turned away from her and more towards her sisters instead.. She knows that Emma disagrees with her’s decision to leave, but still sometimes misses the friendship they used to have, even though she refuses to acknowledge it now.

Faceclaim: Victoria Pedretti Status: TAKEN

[ultraviolcts]

✧･ﾟ𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  … 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒏 was known as the altruistic & caring seamstress with a reputation for being a VICTORIA PEDRETTI doppelganger. but now, under the stress of the war on the horizon, the natural born hero / banshee has become widely known for being rather candid & envious. let’s see how long the 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 native will last during the war. after all they’re only twenty-four years old , she/her & cisfemale , the nightmare before christmas.

✧･ﾟ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

○ sally was never born, rather, she was created out of the vision that was the eclectic genius dr. mortimer finklestein. a madman, perhaps, but some could reason there was method to the monstrosity. dr. finklestein wanted what most mortal men craved, a perfect family to call his own; a wife who would peck at his cheek and be loyal even beyond the grave. a child who shared the same intelligence as him that could carry the finklestein legacy, as the next acclaimed scientist, once his mind was withered as an old rose. well, he got one of the two wishes.

○ dr. finklestein was a man of science, often saying “if i could marry science, i would.” with a morbid chuckle before retreating back to his lab. however, science couldn’t produce him a child. magic, however, could — of course with a price to pay. rumours of a witch passing-by fell past his ears and willing to pay the price, bold and ignorant to learn about the dangers of trying to mix science with magic, dr. finklestein found his cold palm dripping with blood and the stranger whispering gothic melodies. enchanted under her spell, his memory of the night was shattered into pieces. from thesis, to antithesis, and his synthesis wrapped in thin blankets and bright, doll-like eyes staring back at him.

○ the witch was never seen again after that night, she was nameless to the doctor and finding her would’ve been a needle in a haystack. a reputation had to be upheld, the thought of possible one-night stand rumours or something worse being thrown around like lazy attempts at throwing knives made the scientist want to gag. so under lock and key, dr. finklestein kept his newborn — sally — to himself. no one said he couldn’t raise a child within the four walls of his laboratory, it stayed as a controlled environment for the unorthodox father. inventions and contraptions were made to keep eyes on his daughter constantly, testing her vitals weekly and stabbing her with needles to make sure she grew healthy. despite her pleas and piercing cries, even with tears streaming down her face, dr. finklestein never stopped experimenting to make sure his daughter was perfect. it was what any father would do, really.

○ there’s only so much you can do within a metal cage and a mind raging with curiosity and imagination. sally grew up alone, isolated, with her father being the only other face she saw besides her reflection. sally’s father was insistent on her staying home, a safe place from the scary, evil world that surrounded them. he terrified her with stories about the men with hungry eyes, monsters that lurked in the shadows and all the disease that could harm her pretty little immune system. but sally didn’t have anything to fear, especially when she was never able to see it for herself. she dreamed of seeing such evils, demonic creatures more terrifying than her own father. it kept her mind entertained during her weekly check-ups.

○ what the witch never told dr. finkelstein the night of sally’s creation was the how. a dark practicing witch, specialising in necromancy, plucked a dying soul from a child, creating a banshee in the process with sprinkles of the doctor’s dna in the girl’s blood. signs began to show as she grew older and the data from his experiments tests rapidly changed. sally’s breathing didn’t come naturally, it was a visually learnt habit. she wasn’t just emotional, her heart ached at the thought of a future death, it was his price to pay for ignorance.

○ growing up under the care of the doctor, sally slowly took an interest in small parts of chemistry and developed a similar intelligence to her father through his teachings. while he wanted a sweet, compliant — a possible assistant if he was lucky, daughter, sally turned to a cunning escape artist, fuelled by her desire and curiosity of wanting to explore outside her window. her lessons in chemistry paid off in creating sleeping anodynes, designing her own concoctions to open opportunities to live out an adventure. while it may have their relationship tarnished, sally takes every chance she can to sneak out each night.

✧･ﾟ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

( playlist ).

      ✧  every single night ; fiona apple. 

      ✧  graveyard ; halsey. 

      ✧  antichrist ; the 1975. 

      ✧  cherry wine ; hozier. 

( reminds people of ).

     pumpkin scented candles, withering flowers, the brightest star in a pitch black night, spider-like eyelashes, crumbling naivety, mismatched outfits, home made diy projects, a heart bigger than a brain, tears mixing in with rain & a haunting piano tune.

[wellesleyunderground]

Wellesley Underground’s Holiday Guide to Wellesley-Owned Businesses: November 2019

The Good Supply / Image Credit: The Good Supply

Looking for your holiday gifts? Check out Wellesley Underground’s crowd-sourced list of Wellesley-owned businesses (updated for 2019)! Compiled by Hoi-Fei Mok ‘10, WU Managing Editor.

Pinterest Board of the Shops (incomplete)

Jewelry

Alumnati Jewelry by Stephanie Christie ‘00: Handmade Wellesley lamppost earrings

Ecru Collection by Kara Templeton '12: Jewelry, home decor, and stationery

Kindred Spirit Studios by Michelle Davis Petelinz '78: Jewelry, home decor

Lauren Wimmer Jewelry by Lauren Wimmer ‘98: Jewelry

Mala Shah Design by Mala Shah ‘98: Metalworks and Reiki-infused jewelry

Ready-Made by Jenn Meng ‘13: Materials-focused jewelry brand offering minimal, everyday pieces that are affordable, hypoallergenic, super strong, and tarnish-free.

Porcelain and Stone by Kimberly Huestis '05: Nautically inspired jewelry

Space Mermaid by Stephanie Carbone '93: Sky and sea inspired jewelry

Urban Witchcraft by Elena Gauvin ‘13: hand fabricated sterling silver gemstone jewelry with a gothic feel 

Wellesley Voices For Disability: Wellesley earring and necklace set, scarf and hat set, fountain pen, bookmark, keyboard covers and more. 

Art & Crafts

A Riot of Color by Susan Eiseman Levitin '85: Hand-dyed yarns

Achiaa Paper and Pen by Rebecca Amponsah ‘08: Handmade paper goods and lettering

Alyssa Sketch’d by Alyssa Torres ‘09: Original illustrations/art and jewelry

Art Without A Frame by Hoi-Fei Mok ‘10: Original illustrations/art from the Dragon Fruit Project, an oral history project of queer and trans Asian Pacific Islanders

Cardiology Cards by Tamar Zmora ‘11: Break up Cards

ChemKnits Creations by Rebecca Brown ‘06: Hand dyed yarns

Connie-Chen.com by Connie Chen ‘17: Calligraphy commissions, prints, bookish apparel, oblique holders, penmanship lessons 

DisaporicArts by Jenny Jean ‘13: Modern digital art prints

Fran Decker by Fran Decker '80: Original paintings, prints, tiles and notecards

Genevieve Calligraphy by Genevieve Goldleaf ‘12: Botanical illustrations and custom calligraphy

The Grey Fox Studio by Katherine Grey '08: Printmaking, drawing & painting

KT Obermanns by KT Obermanns '07: Illustrations, portraits, pinups, and caricature

Leslie Ordal Fibre Arts by Leslie Ordal ‘04: Handspun yarns, handwoven scarves, and other fibre arts. Lessons and workshops in the Toronto, Ontario, area.

Map Attic by Alex Azzi ‘15: Block-printed holiday cards, resin jewelry, vintage map crafts, ceramics, and abstract fluid paintings.

Misc Midwest by Marie Clymer Sarnacki '13: Wooden coasters and fridge magnets with a Wellesley design

Miyun Makes by Gena Hong ‘12: handmade pottery inspired by Korean traditions.

Monica Starr Creations by Monica Starr Feldman ‘14: Leather luggage tags, metal flower bouquets, embossed stationary, scarves, mason jar cozies, metal & wood working

My Big Pink Crafty Box by Sophia Giordano '09: Feminist crafts

Pick Two Pottery by Dana Lamb ‘99: Pottery

Singing Whale Stained Glass by Amy Putnam ‘90: Handmade stained glass art and shattered glass pins, plus chainmaille bracelets and earrings, including Wellesley inspired pieces.

Stephanie Hessler by Stephanie Hessler ‘84: Wellesley inspired prints, apparel, homewares

Tiny Small Joys by Alyssa Kayser-Hirsh '14: handmade books, calendars, notebooks, and planners

Wear I’ve Been by Samaa Ahmed ‘13: Art designs on throw pillows, prints, mugs, tote bags and more.

Kacie Lyn Martinez by Kacie Lyn Martinez ‘09: fiber artist who weaves tapestries and other fiber art 

Photography

Az Bulutlu by Eylul Dogruel ‘07: Skyscapes, travel and abstract photography, prints and merchandise.

JezRebelle by Jess Planos '10: Wellesley photos on prints, apparel, homewares

Meera Graham Photography by Meera Mohan ‘09: Nature Prints for Sale, Headshots & Candid Portraiture

Vero Kherian Photography by Veronique (Chau) Kherian ‘05: Professional Portraits and Headshot Photography in the SF Bay area  

Health & Skincare

Beautycounter by Jen Askin Pollock ‘99: Safer, high-performing products for the whole family

Box Naturals by Irene Kim ‘99: Luxe towelettes with organic essential oils

Cocofloss by Chrystle Cu '05: Flavored dental floss

EmmGerri by Karen and Kristi Jordan: Skincare lotion

Eu’Genia Shea by Naa-Sakle Akuete ‘08: Shea butter 

Just Botanicals by Sonya Funaro ‘00: Handcraft organic, ethically-sourced skincare  

Hubba Hubba by Megan (MJ) Pullins `94: The oldest alternative adult store in New England, stocking everything from corsets, club clothes, lingerie, and all sorts of sex toys.

Lioness by Liz Klinger: Smart vibrator

Maum Goods Co. by Helen (Tak) Kingery ‘01: Handmade essential oil products for wellness and balance

TATCHA Beauty by Victoria Tsai ‘00: Japanese based skincare products

Fashion and Apparel 

A Gifted Baby by Amelia Gray ‘03: Online boutique for babies and little people focussing on small and emerging designers, ethical production practices and women-owned labels. Alums are friends and family, use code “weloveyou20much” for the 20% f&f discount:).

Baby Blast Off by Emily Bennett: Baby clothes

Catie’s Natives by Jennifer Roesch ‘92: Shirts, hoodies, and accessories that show city pride. Developed and designed by Jennifer’s 10 year old daughter. Featured in Time Out NY. 10% of profits support Hartley House which provides social services to residents of Hell’s Kitchen, NY.

Charlotte and Asher by Laura Hahn ‘06: Fashionable diaper bags

Cliobags by Alejandra Zambrano: Handmade bags

Emma Finney by Kristin Bunce ‘00: Bags and clutches

Orange Soda Baby by Dorothy Hsiung '05: Whimsical children's clothing

The Outrage by Claire Schlemme ‘06: Feminist clothing and accessories with a portion of profits to women’s empowerment orgs.

Satya Twena by Satya Twena ‘05: Hats and millinery 

Stoptiques by Olga Vidisheva '07: Apparel and accessories

Wellesley Class of 1990: Purple W capes!  Made of durable material - great for wearing as a cape, using a picnic blanket, keeping your car seat clean, etc.

Wellesley Class of 2003: Wellesley lamp post shirts, baby apparel, and accessories

Wellesley Class of 2007: Wellesley apron (“We can stand the heat!”), baby and kids apparel

Wellesley Club of Columbus, OH: Wellesley insignia whistle

Swells Swag by Sarie Hale-Alper ‘04: Wellesley-themed designs on a variety of apparel and accessories.

Food & Care Packages

ChocolatesU by Amy Camargo ‘94: Chocolates

Ice Cream Jubilee by Victoria Lai ‘01: 6 ice cream pints, shipped nationwide

Montecarlos Estate by Carlota Batres ‘09: Coffee

Off The Beaten Path Food Tours by Lizzie Bell '03: Food tours in MA

Sky Vineyards by Skyla Olds ‘99: Wines

Sunny Exchange by Connie Su ‘09 and Jennifer Lim ‘06: Care packages

Takeout Kit by Rachael Blanchard Lake '07: Shelf-stable meal kit

Tranquil Tuesdays by Charlene Wang '03: Tea and teaware

Toys

My Muse Dolls by Torlisa Jeffery ‘06: Customizable dolls

Animal Care

Newbury Paws by Andrea Fowler '07: Harnesses for large dogs

Wellesley DC Club: Wellesley pet bowls

Domesticat: Rocío Garza Tisdell ‘07: modern-design cat furniture and accessories

Books & Zines

DefinitiveLeigh by Leigh Morrison '15: Feminist zines

Children’s photo books by Cristi Carlstead ‘01: Colors, alphabet and numbers from various countries around the world Romance Novels by Kate Broad ‘06, writing as Rebecca Brooks: sexy contemporary feminist romance

Jambo Book Club by Mijha Butcher Godfrey ‘98: Receive two-three age-appropriate children’s books each month that feature a child of color as the star. Jambo books show children of color in situations where children’s literature rarely places them - making friends, raising pets, loving grandparents and fighting dragons. The books arrive with a personalized letter in boxes beautifully decorated with art that celebrates the joy of childhood. We serve children aged 0-13.

General Home:

Domesticat by Rocío Garza Tisdell ‘07: posters, more products in development

TAIT Design Co. by Audrey Elkus ‘18: Toys + Homewares designed and assembled in Detroit and 100% made in USA. Minimalist, mid-century modern, built to last and make great gifts. Thanks for checking us out : )!

Professional Services

Abilities Dance: Boston-based physically-integrated dance company. Able to perform at holiday parties, fundraisers, and all types of events. Always willing to negotiate rates for W alums. 

Grace Astrology by Elisabeth Grace ‘83: Professionally certified astrologer; life strategist. Astrology is a powerful tool for understanding why you are the way you are; what you need in order to feel fulfilled and why things happen when they do. Improve your timing and your relationships. Based in New York -- available for parties, fundraisers, speaking/teaching engagements.  

Leslie Ordal: Writing and editing, with a specialty in medicine and science but other fields also welcome. Ad copy, journal manuscripts, etc.--my clients have ranged from Big Pharma to artisans to graduate students. Discount on my usual rate for W alums! Makefast Workshop (Maura Atwater ‘08): Prototyping consultancy; hardware, software, and musical instrument design.

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Lie To Me / Sweet Pea

*not requested *in which y/n and sweet pea broke up, and neither love each other anymore, but they still miss each other with every ounce in their bodies. *WARNING: angst!! a teeny tiny bit of fluff *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

*based off of the song “Lie To Me” by 5 Seconds of Summer ft. Julia Michaels

I saw you looking brand new overnight. And I caught you looking too, but you didn’t look twice. You look happy, mm. You look happy, oh.

sweet pea leaned his arm on the table of the poorly lit club, the newest hot music playing from the dj, a drink in his hand as his sad eyes scanned the club. his deep brown eyes spotted you across the room, and he was hypnotized like the first time he saw you.

you looked as beautiful as ever, like you were a new doll out of the box. you didn’t look heart broken, you looked as happy as ever. you grab your drink from the bar and pay, heading to the booth with your friends. sweet pea’s eyes follow you until you sit at the booth with your friends. you take a sip from your drink and your eyes meet sweet pea’s, and you quickly turn away, not looking at him once again. 

sweet pea wanted to take his eyes off you so bad, he couldn’t bare to see you so happy without him, and with a new guy, your neighbor fangs. but he couldn’t help it, you were the love of his life. you were the reason he was so grounded, so humble. now you were doing that to someone new, and you were much more happier. 

sweet pea downed the rest of his drink, slamming it on the table and he finally peeled his eyes from you, walking down to the dance floor where the girl who flirted with him before was dancing. “do you want to dance with me?” he asked in her ear and she nodded, an arm draped over his neck as their hips swayed together. 

Flashing back to New York City, changing flights so you stay with me. Remember thinking that I got this right.

“pea! take a photo of me in front of broadway!” you throw out your arms behind you and put on a big smile, sweet pea smiling the whole time as he takes a couple photos on his phone. he locks it and puts it in his pocket, going over to you and holding your face, kissing you sweetly. 

“god, you are so breathtaking” he whispered against your lips and you smile.

“you’re too sweet. come on, baby, we have to get back to your hotel, i have to pack my bags” you start to leave and sweet pea grabs your hips, twirling you around and making you fall into him, your hands on his chest. “sweets, i’m serious”

“no, no, baby girl, why don’t you stay here one more week? i’ll change your flight, i’ll even pay for it. please, baby girl, i want you to stay with me, i’ll miss you too much” he kissed you again and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“okay, i guess i can stay for one more week. but that means we do what i want for the time being. there’s still so much for me to see!” you smile and he chuckles.

“whatever you want to do, we’ll do it, i promise baby”

It’s 3 AM and the moonlight’s testing me. I know that you’ve been holding on to someone else, and now I can’t sleep. I ain’t happy, oh I ain’t too happy, ohhh

you laid on your bed under the sheets, your mouth quiet but your mind screaming. your eyes flickered to your phone, you pressed the home button and the white numbers said ‘3:27′. you groan loudly, your eyes looking out the window to the moon who shined brighter than it did the other night. 

in the moonlight, you saw a vision. a vision of sweet pea and that girl he was dancing with, how he was holding her like he once held you, and it make your mind scream louder. your eyes squeezed tight together, your fingers gripping your hair as you tried to erase what you just saw. 

there was no way your were getting any sleep now, the thought of the love of your life holding onto someone else the way he held you fucked up your mind, and your sobs were loud, trying to shut up the screams of your mind.

you fooled everyone into thinking you were okay, that you were happy, that you weren’t thinking of sweet pea. but that’s all you thought out. you weren’t thinking of the guy who slept in the house next to yours, the guy who sweet pea hated. you thought sleeping with fangs would get sweet pea off your mind, but every time you saw fangs’ serpent tattoo, sweet pea was all you thought about.

Now I wish we never met, cause you’re too hard to forget.

it was like you casted a spell on each other, where every time you look at something you thought of each other. you always thought of sweet pea next to you, holding you and playing with your hair as you cried. that wasn’t the case at night anymore, because sweet pea was the reason you were crying. you missed sweet pea more than ever, more than when he was away for 5 weeks in new york. 

sweet pea’s mind was filled with you. you were all he thought about. he hooked up with the girl from the bar, and as soon as she fell asleep he left. he didn’t leave his number, social media, anything. he thought she could get rid of the thought of you, but she wore the same perfume you did. sweet pea even remembered the name, it was ‘fresh and clean’ from victoria’s secret. he had a bottle of it on his dresser, and sprayed it on your pillow for when he missed you, which consisted of every minute of every hour. 

the relationship was so hard to forget, because everything reminded you two of each other. 

{While I’m cleaning up your mess I know he’s taking off your dress}

the apartment was trashed, the chairs on its sides and the drawers pulled out of the dresser after you rushed to pack your things. the broken mirror had glass scattered on the floor from when you threw a shoe. 

you believed sweet pea cared about his job more than he cared about you. and all he saw was red, so he agreed. “yes, i do, because i get to be away from you for weeks and weeks!” and it broke you. he tried to retract his statement, but you didn’t believe he didn’t mean it. 

“no, fuck you, stephen! i wait and wait, my heart aching as you’re away for so many weeks, and you don’t even fucking care?! what, are you going to get sluts when you’re in different cities?!” 

it was so hard for you to calm down. you were so pissed, so disgusted, so heartbroken. you threw one of his dress shoes at him, sweet pea dodging it and the mirror shattered. “that’s 7 years of bad luck, y/n, nice job!” 

“well, i already had 3 of those years with you!” your bags knocked over the chairs, and you sped away in your car. 

sweet pea swept the last of the broken glass into the hand sweeper, dumping it into the garbage can. he put away the duster, picking the chairs up and sighing. he stalked into the room, staring at the bed where he was your dress being unzipped, not by sweet pea, but by fangs. sweet pea shook his head, gripping his hair in his fists and falling into your pillow, sobbing. 

While he’s taking off my dress, I know she’s laying on your chest.

fangs unzipped the back of your dress, kissing your neck as you hummed along. fangs slid it to the floor, pulling you on top of him. he rolled you over so you were under him, and his kissed trailed down your stomach.

you stared up to the ceiling and saw the girl from the club sleeping on sweet pea’s chest, his fingers playing with her hair. you squeeze your eyes together, not because of pleasure, but because of the thought of another girl laying in your favorite spot on sweet pea as he played with her hair. that was your thing, and god, it hurt you so much to think of him doing that to you. 

And I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me, I hope you li-li-li-lie, Lie to me.

you sat in the corner of your favorite cafe, trying to ignore the cuddling couples scattered in the shop. your laptop played an episode of ‘Shameless’ , a hot cup of coffee right next to it. the bell dung, indicating someone new walked into the cafe. 

you regretted looking up, because in walked sweet pea. you looked down at your laptop, trying your best to hide your face so he didn’t notice you, but he could point you out in a crowd of a million people.

sweet pea grabbed his coffee, thanking the barista and turning to leave the cafe. he stood in his place, looking at the ground and thinking for a moment, before turning around and sitting across from you.

you hit the space bar on your laptop slowly, taking out your ear buds and setting them on the keyboard. “hey.. y/n”

“hi stephen” you answered, and he ran his tongue over his teeth before speaking again.

“how have you been, y/n?”

“i’ve been fine, you?”

“i’ve been.. yeah. i have a question”

“what is your question, stephen?”

“do you.. uh.. still.. uhm... love me?”

the question really made you think. did you really still love him, or did you love the thought of him? did you miss sweet pea, or did you miss the way he kissed you? the answer was.. no. you didn’t love him, nor did you miss him. you missed the thought of having a long time boyfriend, but now that he was gone, you didn’t. 

“yes, i still love you, stephen”