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sagisbrainrot · 4 months ago

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drunk!lian shenanigans pt.2!

a continuation of my drunk!lian fic idea here. this one is longer and fresh out of my head, sorry for the typos!

xie lian has been extremely busy this week, so much so he hasn't been able to go home. he's been on a mission in the north, handling a mission that should have been much easier but turned out to be way more complicated than he thought

to his surprise, some showed up to help him. it was pei ming!

after a long, cruel 7 full days without his husband, xie lian was ready to go HOME. and thanks to pei ming, who helped him greatly and called his subordinates down to handle everything else, he would be able to go home that night.

naturally he let his beloved husband know that he'd be home soon, and that he couldn't wait to see him. before he could leave, pei ming starts complaining about how he hasn't seen his highness in a while! he's always in ghost city, or on missions! so, he asks xie lian to go for a drink before he leaves

xie lian is very hesitant. while he had a lot of fun the last time, he can't help thinking about how he almost ate human thigh, or how he may have run into (and broken) a stall or two, or how san lang had given him a stern talking to (which, all he said was that if xl was going to drink, he needed to be safe! and drink in moderation!).

it was so embarrassing, he couldn't believe he acted like that! no matter how much fun he had, he decided maybe he shouldn't drink anymore!

pei ming insists. he promises they won't drink that much and that he knows xie lian has already gotten wasted. of course shi qingxuan told him! but there was a new place in the area serving new things, and he hadn't had time to check it out and wanted to with a friend

so, reluctantly, they go for drinks. the place pei ming chooses is much fancier than where xie lian went with sqx, and had a much wider selection of drinks. and a much... sweeter collection of drinks. it didn't even feel like he was drinking!

before they knew it, both of them were absolutely wasted, and xie lian's urge to see his beautiful husband has increased 10x. so its time to go home!

pei ming, wasted out of his mind and worried for the stumbling highness, uses his heavenly uber to take xie lian back to ghost city.

half way through the ride, though, xie lian realizes how absolutely fucked he is. he swore he wasn't going to get drunk again and this time, right now, he's worse! so there's only one thing he can do.

sneak into the temple and pretend to be sleep!

now, if xie lian was sober, he'd remember that there was no "sneaking" into ghost city, but thats neither here nor there. he has a plan! turning to tell pei ming, who thinks xie lian's plan is full proof, they decide to leave the heavenly uber outside and xie lian takes the long way through ghost city, avoiding the busy streets

it took a lot of effort, but he FINALLY saw the temple! he decides to sneak in to his bedroom window, trying (and failing) to not make too much noise. he could have went through the main door, but its very visible and he didn't want anyone to let san lang know he was here!

however...

hua cheng, after hearing that his beloved husband was coming back this night, was ecstatic. beyond, honestly. so, he decides to make this welcome back really nice. he plans on making xie lian's favorite meal, drawing him a nice bath and giving him a nice...massage.

he feels when xie lian enters ghost city, but he's surprised that his husband hasn't contacted him. he'll see him soon, so he doesn't worry about it. he goes back to preparing food when he hears a LOUD noise near the bedroom / altar.

now he's curious. so he walks quietly, much quieter than normal, towards the room. he comes to a full stop and can't help but take in the picture before him: his god is muttering to himself faced away from him, a corner of the robe was caught on the window, twigs sticking from his hair (how on earth did he do that?)

hua cheng clears his throat and xie lian stiffens up, freeing his robe from the evil window and turns around. xl can't help but take in how good his husband looks right now, hair pulled back into a ponytail and a raised eyebrow looking at him, clearly waiting on an explanation.

hua cheng knows the answer to the question before he even has to ask. he knows by the swaying, the bright red flush and the disheveled state that his god was drunk. he was extremely amused, he could tell his husband had fun the last time but he swore he'd never drink again. so why now?

as hua cheng opened his mouth to ask, xie lian had another great idea.

RUN!

so before hua cheng could ask about his... current state, xie lian brushes past him and BOLTS towards the door. hua cheng is frozen in shock, of all the things he expected xie lian to do that was the last one.

and whats even worse is that the drunken god who was stumbling, swaying and even got caught in a window was now suddenly very slippery, sliding through hua cheng's hands every time he thinks he finally has the prince.

just as xie lian got to the door, hua cheng sped up and grabbed part of his robe. twisting out of it, it took them a second to notice that hua cheng managed to grab the belt holding his robe together. in shock, they both watch at the belt fell and xie lian's outer robe opened, sliding down his shoulders a bit.

xie lian locks eyes w hua cheng as a mischievous glint enters his eyes, and he giggles.

then bolts out of the door, only in his inner robe.

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thats all i got. would like to include xie lian destroying another stall or two in the chase (the same stall he destroyed the last time), falling in the mud, and when hua cheng catches him he can't stop giggling and smiling. hua cheng gives him a bath when they get home, which xie lian insists he'll only take if "san lang gets in the bath too!" heehee

i've seen people say they like my ideas, so if you write them i demand a small fee of being tagged or let me know so i can read it!!

#tgcf #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #heaven official's blessing #yapsagi #fic ideas #tgcf fic #IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM EITHER #my brain just... makes silly little plots #wish i wasnt lazy so i could write it #san lang #tian guan ci fu

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reasaph · 3 months ago

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"I don't believe in God, but I believe that your my savior."

Soshiro Hoshina x fem suicidal reader!

Summary: (name), a person who has no beliefs, no reason and will to live gets hospitalized after another attempt. There, she meets Soshiro Hoshina and has looked forward to waking another morning since.

TW: reader is mentally unstable, mentions of unhealthy eating routine, Injuries, Theres prob more

The title come from the song "sailor song" by Gigi perez!

Part 3!

You don't know how long you've been staring, not moving an inch, completely drilled to your place, feet rooted deep in the ground, limbs not daring to flinch. Hoshina was the first to regain composure and control the vast swirl of rigged emotions inside the interior of his heart, clearing his throat to rid of the lump thats been keeping his larynx silent. His action made you made you land back to earth in reciprocation, it splashed a fresh pail full of water on you, enough to awoke your self consciousness. You know the throb in your chest isn't normal, it's not the usual butchering ache that makes you wanna rip yourself apart, but rather a throbbing feeling of longing that has planted itself in the depths of your ribs. Thats the effect he has on you, you feel like chipping off one by one the atoms that form you as a whole and offer it to him as a token of your affection— no, love, a token of your love. It isnt so bad as you thought, atleast not yet. The optimistic feeling society calls love has taken you hostage at gunpoint with Hoshina Soshiro as the bullet, and your willing to take it anytime, welcome him to the bone.

"Ya alright? Snap out of it dummy." he flicked you on the forehead, disturbing the bundle of nerves underneath your skin, it hurts in all honesty. It hurts enough to make you exclaim audibly, you dont think he Added That nuch pressure when, maybe hes just really strong.

"Ow! What was that for?" You soothe the irritated skin, it stung and turned into a reddish hue.

"Aren't ya gonna treat me today? Lets go." Hoshina regrets his action, yet he doesn't want to admit it. He wants to apologize but he doesn't want to face that he's the reason of your pain.

"Just dont order the whole cafeteria." You shrug it off like its nothing, you dont mind. Because your bound to be hurt by him one way or another as long as you feel such a thing for him. But you dont mind, call it masochistic, if you will, but you dont mind if he's the reason of your pain.

As you two waited in line, disposable trays In hand, Hoshina cant help the weird obligation to just keep yapping to keep you here, to keep you entertained. He keeps talking and cracking jokes in fear that you'd get tired of his company, but that was just what he thinks. You could listen to his voice on a broken record, replaying itself numerous times like a mantra, like a chant, saying the same things aan your ear drums will consider itself blessed to hear such a soothing melody. You would heed every note in the soprano of his sounds if he gave you such a privilege.

"Have ya tasted their pancakes? They're delicious." Hoshina blurts out things randomly, no difference here. He's never actually tried the sweet fluff before. He's just desperate to keep talking, to hear your response, the soprano of your voice, the sweet sound of your larynx.

"No, but I'll take your word on it." It's gotten to the point where you'll take his word in anything. If Hoshina says the sky is a green hue, You wont see the sky In the same blue color starting then. You trust him and his silver tongue, you believe if his taste buds find something pleasurable to eat then it is, consider it a controversial opinion.

"Really? Gee, now I'll be responsible if ya dont like it." Again, he absolutely dles not know shit about what the pancakes tasted like. And Hoshina did not know you would take him seriously on that.

"I'll kill you if they taste like shit." You say those words so tenderly, Hoshina almost forgot they were meant to curse him.

The line kept moving forward, step sy step, the two of you inching towards the array of edibles displayed behind glass covers. The scent came rushing into your nostrils, so much you probably guess what's pleasurable to the tongue and whats not. When you two were finally the person in front and all had already llef, you went ahead and took your order of choice, as did Hoshina. The person who tended to the both of you was very nice, not the typical grumpy bitch you'd meet behind the counter. You dont know why but you were more used to that type of service, to that particular ttreatment, to being frowned and looked down upon even though your of an equal human being. The two of you got your food, payed and was excused out of the line so those behind you can have their chance to order what they wish.

"I dont see a table that's empty." So you guys venture further in search of a flat surface free for the taking. The whole cafeteria is oddly full to the brim, patients, visitors and doctors occupied every seat.

"Over there! Although its a bit in the corner." Hoshina was nudging to a disclosed table, its funny, the table resided in a cramped corner, no wonder no one seated on it. The table was left alone in result, no one living up to its purpose.

"I could care less, lets go." You went ahead infront of him, pushing through the compressed crowds, struggling to get past. Hoshina followed behind you, right behind your back. He thinks you look strong at this point of view, your spine stood up straight even when clearing a path. Hoshina just followed in your shadow, he doesn't mind at all, he doesn't mind if you'll take him as your counterpart behind.

Hoshina places down his tray on the flat surface and takes a seat, you reciprocate and sat on the opposite side of him. A particularly cramped space, but it would do. You dont care where, as long as its with him. Hoshina could invite you to the depths of the overwhelming oceans, the tightest room with only less than a meter of width, the very mantle of the earth and you would show up with smiles and a bouqet.You don't know how long you've been staring, not moving an inch, completely drilled to your place, feet rooted deep in the ground, limbs not daring to flinch. Hoshina was the first to regain composure and control the vast swirl of rigged emotions inside the interior of his heart, clearing his throat to rid of the lump thats been keeping his larynx silent. His action made you made you land back to earth in reciprocation, it splashed a fresh pail full of water on you, enough to awoke your self consciousness. You know the throb in your chest isn't normal, it's not the usual butchering ache that makes you wanna rip yourself apart, but rather a throbbing feeling of longing that has planted itself in the depths of your ribs. Thats the effect he has on you, you feel like chipping off one by one the atoms that form you as a whole and offer it to him as a token of your affection— no, love, a token of your love. It isnt so bad as you thought, atleast not yet. The optimistic feeling society calls love has taken you hostage at gunpoint with Hoshina Soshiro as the bullet, and your willing to take it anytime, welcome him to the bone.

"Ow! What was that for?" You soothe the irritated skin, it stung and turned into a reddish hue.

"Aren't ya gonna treat me today? Lets go." Hoshina regrets his action, yet he doesn't want to admit it. He wants to apologize but he doesn't want to face that he's the reason of your pain.

"Really? Gee, now I'll be responsible if ya dont like it." Again, he absolutely dles not know shit about what the pancakes tasted like. And Hoshina did not know you would take him seriously on that.

"I'll kill you if they taste like shit." You say those words so tenderly, Hoshina almost forgot they were meant to curse him.

Hoshina places down his tray on the flat surface and takes a seat, body still fuming with pain, while you reciprocate and sat on the opposite side of him. A particularly cramped space, but it would do. You dont care where, as long as its with him. Hoshina could invite you to the depths of the overwhelming oceans, the tightest room with only less than a meter of width, the very mantle of the earth and you would show up with smiles and a bouqet. The scent of the freshly cooked food was enough to rip a gluttural sound from the depths of your stomach, a plead to be fed. So you indulged in its selfish wishes and took a bite, inching the utensil closer.

"It's yummy." Which is very unexpected for a hospital. One would never guess that such a decent delicacy comes from a public hospital, of all places.

"Rightt?! Told ya." Hoshina boasted like an ignorant student who had just solved a hard question, not yet on their curriculum. With his fangs poking out while he oh so joyfully grins. Although, he, himself had never tried those.

You nodded, spoon still nestled in your mouth, trying to dramatically savor the taste. You trust Hoshina, be it with trivial things or life changing decisions that could very much decide your fate. "What about yours?" You ask, glancing down at his platter.

Hoshina hasn't yet moved a spectrum on his platter, a little to occupied watching your retort as if you were blessed with a golden tongue. He chomped on his piece of toast the moment he could.

"Are you sure your okay with just that?" You ask, concern lacing the arcs of your tone of voice. All that laid on his disposable platter was a piece of toast, bacon and egg. You recall reminding him not to go overboard with the stacking of food onto his plate as because it was your wallet taking the damage, but your not sure if this serves as a balanced meal.

"Yer talking like an old grandma." Hoshina points his spoon directly to your face, not enough to make contact. You unexpectedly remember the times in which you'd not eat breakfast at all, doing nothing but rotting in the four corners of your room, ignoring the hollow emptiness of your stomach.

"Shut it and eat." And that the both of you did. The bustling noise of your surroundings never seemed to disturb Hoshina, it's not like he's not disturbed by the way every time he tries to speak, his voice gets washed away by the huge sound cloud of the whole room, but as long as his voice reaches the brim of your ears, it's enough for him.

Time passes, conversation topics were being thrown here and there, the food home to your plate was half finished and his was gone practically, all that remained was microsopic crumbs on the plate. You take small, miniature portions so you don't accidentally vomit right then and there, now you're halfway through finishing it all. The food was overwhelming now, the taste is now all too plain simply because you've eaten your fill, it's a bad habit you've developed during your not so pleasant days. Getting tired of eating too quickly. Hoshina talked to you all meal long, pointing out the most random things and it somewhat assisted you.

You were midway in shoving another spoonful of food into your mouth and straight down your esophagus when Hoshina asked something that abled you to choke on your own air.

"(Name), why are you here?" He has his eyes wide open, scarlet hues in full blossom as red as the blood that circulates in your veins, the same scarlet hues has it's vision etched onto the very essence of your being. "Here at this hospital, I mean." Hoshina tilted his head and placed both his elbows on the table.

You hesitate to state the truth, afraid he would resent you, afraid that he'd be disgusted like any other. You dread that if you do tell him, you would be taken of the right to dwell on his presence. You dread that he won't look at you with the same eyes, you fear that he wouldn't want to lay eyes your appearance ever again.

"I fell down the stairs, very badly" A brief pause. You pause to give yourself time to think of another reason to further back up your excuse. "Fainted and broke a few bones haha—"

Hoshina stayed silent, staring at your face a bit too long to your liking, it was as if he was analyzing the truth from your expression alone.

"Your turn to tell, it's not fair for me!" You genuinely wanted to know the reason why the man was covered in bandages like a walking Egyptian mummy coming to haunt modern civilization. But besides that, you wanted to get him to talk again, just silence was as loud as it can possibly get, so by asking a question, he'd have to speak.

Hoshina looked deep in the cocoons of his mind as well, humming to himself which only made you more anticipated for what he has to share. So much to the point you wouldn't be surprised whether his next words to be 'I fight kaiju for a living! Ya get the gist.' Hoshina merely grins, opening his mouth to speak.

"I fight kaiju for a living! Ya get the gist." Scratch that, the word 'surprised' would be underwhelming it, simply to say you were baffled, eyes open wide like saucers, mouth left agape. You anticipated something extraordinary, yes, but no way could you have guesses your guess was no work of fiction.

Hoshina is somewhat pleased at your reaction, crossing his arms and grinning cheshire. He decided he'll add more spice to the mix. "Did I also mention my position? Vice-captain of the third division." The sight compares with a child boasting to his peers about a new trinket he's gotten.

It's the truth, no way he'd joke about something that serious. You weren't one to take interest in anything kaiju related, you deemed all of it unnecessary in your life. Hoshina is telling the truth, the man sitting across from you is the same man who governs the Third division. You're too deep into this conversation that the rest of your food on the platter is long forgotten.

Now, you question whether or not you should talk to him more formally.

You feel so stupid now. "Isn't that like— an important thing? Are you sure you're okay with me knowing..?"

"Yer talking like I'm a superhero with a hidden identity, it's not something I hide. Plus I can trust you." Trust, hoshina trusts you. And you just lost privilege of that trust just a moment ago. Telling him that big of a lie, leaving him in the blue. You feel unworthy of his trust, the moment you've decided to throw words seeping opposite of truth.

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Moments later, you two get up and have a scroll at the backyard of the whole hospital, meant for a breath of fresh air for patients. Outside the hospital, away from the artificial smells, away from the blinding white. You don't know why you agreed to this idea, as well as Hoshina doesn't get why he suggested it. Not for more than half an hour, you two are anchored on a bench, scars already stinging and limbs already spent.

The breeze was comforting, the green grass was warming. Hoshina had his head tilted up high, soaking in the sight of the oddly living blue hue of the sky. He had never seen it this vividly, it was always a more muted tone in his view. He could only guess it was because of your presence with him. You, with your head hung low. He wonders if it'll continue to be this colorful even if you're not beside him anymore.

"I'm getting discharged in 2 days actually."

Your head snapped in his direction. The only word that could describe the crinkle on your features was disappointment. But then again, you had no right, the decision was not yours to make. You simply had no say in this.

"Hm, right. That's nice. Congratulations."

Nothing can guarantee whether you'll get the chance to be with him again. The light in your life was once again about to dim, the room would once more become pitch black. You wish you'd be given a lifetime, but such is reality. Your time with your savior has been short lived. In two days, you'll lose something dear and there's nothing you could do about it.

You truly believe Soshiro Hoshina is the man who's meant to save you from this gruesome way of living, but now he's departing from you.

#hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina x reader #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 x reader #hoshina soshiro

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wzy3ka · 1 year ago

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| "You're not going anywhere, do you understand?" P.SH (박성훈)

Yandere!sunghoon x fem reader -1.1k-

Warnings: yandere, violence and bloodshed and like one kiss I think thats all

(Keep in mind that this is only a ff and the behaviors of the characters should not be taken personally)

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To stay or to break free, it was a risk for y/n to make either of the choices.

The sapphire night finally bade its goodbye as the cold dawning slowly unveiled itself. Y/n was awakened by a deadened thud coming from the backyard, and she knew she had to head there, with eyes still puffy, lacking a good night's sleep.

It wasn't a usual feeling to feel her heart pulsating upon seeing something she shouldn't, but it sure is the same extreme feeling she had to endure each time something doesn't feel right, at least to her boyfriend, Sunghoon.

"Sunghoon!" She called, immediately running towards the guy who was holding an old shovel, digging a man-size hole into the ground which was wet from the rain last night.

Sunghoon stopped and turned, facing his girlfriend. Beads of sweat were falling across his pale face. Blood and dirt smudged his damp white shirt, and he had the same restrained stare he always wore when he wasn't feeling like a good boy.

Y/N fell on her knees, clawing at the grass as she figured what was inside the hole he dug. She couldn't resist the sight. And even if she tried, there was no chance to do so.

Sunghoon stooped down beside her and said. "I caught a cat, y/n. Poor thing."

Y/n could only freeze and cry out blue as she watched the gaping marks of the shovel on her best friend's chest and limbs. It was a good try to help y/n escape from Sunghoon's hands. But the consequences of trying to bring her back to her home costed his own life. And to y/n, it hurt a hundred times more than watching Sunghoon kill everyone that was not him.

"A cat tried to help someone escape last night." He let out a vicious smile, trying to taunt her.

"But he failed, and got himself killed instead. He looks uglier now. Right, Y/n?"

Words couldn't escape from her mouth as tears kept falling, causing her eyes to be redder and sadder.

Sunghoon moved closer to her and whispered some more. "You're not going anywhere, do you understand?"

She could only nod and make a fool out of herself. After all, her juvenile dream of going home is slowly fading into bits.

Sunghoon cupped her face with his hand stained with fresh blood. "I'm sorry if I did this, Y/n. I didn't mean to frighten you. I-y/n-I never wanted to frighten you. You know I love you more than anything else in this world. And I would do anything to protect you. Do you understand?"

Y/n nodded, noticing his grip slowly tightening.

"There's only the two of us in this world. I can stop anvone that tries to prove that wrong. You're the only one that matters to me. So I should be the only one that matters to you, too."

Sunghoon leaned closer to her face, planting a kiss on her pale, cold lips. It was a short, gentle kiss as he quickly pulled away, with his expression suddenly changing into the one he thought y/n would feel secure about. Sadly, he was no longer the person y/n once knew, that was all too true.

Sunghoon used to love her just right. But now, being loved by him is simply a gun aimed at her head.

"Don't turn against me again, alright?"

So this time, y/n made sure that they were the only people that mattered.

“Happy anniversary, my love!" She welcomed sunghoon with a warm hug as soon as he arrived home.

She could feel his hands stroking her long wavy hair.

"Happy anniversary! God, I've missed you already!" He said, pecking her soft cheek.

Y/n grabbed his hands and muttered excitedly. "Come, I've prepared something for our date!"

They stayed inside the apartment, with a candlelight dinner and music filling in the whole place. It was just like their first date, with nothing but talks and wine and just their mellow connection.

Those were the things y/n was longing for so long, at least hoping that it would rekindle the spark that once faded away; a death of the light that made Sunghoon what he is now.

Later on, as the music went on, y/n asked for a dance with him. It was a silly demand. They haven't danced together for quite a long while, and they were not in the place to dance, specially that the only place that was a little bigger was the living room.

But they swayed along, anyway.

Each step synchronizing with the soft melody. Y/N realized it was still possible to live in the 80's, pretending there were no loud noises and violence, just a quiet moment with him.

"You make me so happy, Y/n." Sunghoon said, holding her waist.

"So do you." She replied, leaning on nis snoulders. “I want to stay like this forever with you."

Sunghoon smiled. "My love, you will always be by my side. We can surely stay like this forever."

"I want to make you happy everytime." Y/n said, stroking his sleek black hair. To be close to him, the thought of him loving her gentle touches, the idea of being afraid of him but still being able to feel loved, there was nothing more terrifying than their romance.

"Well, is there anything else that makes me happy except for you?" He let out a soft chuckle.

"But Sunghoon, I'm going home." She replied.

He suddenly stopped, facing Y/n, "I told you, you're not going anywhere." His glare suddenly went colder.

"This is not a request, Sunghoon. You know I love you, and part of loving you is letting you go."

Before Sunghoon could say a word, the door slammed open, with the siren starting and the police heading fast towards them and dragging Sunghoon and cuffing his hands, holding him down.

"You are under arrest."

Y/N watched as the commotion started. From the inside of the house to the backyard where her best friend was buried, and onto the gate where she saw her boyfriend being led inside the police car.

She could see him gaze at her with blank eyes and a straight face. He seemed too wretched to resist their forceful grips and chains on his wrists. It was the last painful sight she could ever see, and it felt a little lighter to be like a child.

It felt a little lighter to cry.

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this is rlly weird but I hope you enjoyed it.

#enhypen x reader #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagines #yandere sunghoon #enhypen oneshots #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon oneshots #jake enha #enha imagines #enha #enha x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #angst

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ughgoaway · 1 year ago

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i hate matty healy- chapter 5

content warnings: 18+ (mdni), smut, blowjobs, swearing, drinking, questionable decisions and probably other things I'm forgetting <3 word count - 4600-ish

a/n: hi again!! sorry this is kinda long it got away from me, if it's too long and you prefer shorter chapters pls let me know! anyway, this chapter was fun to write but rereading it I lowkey hate it but if I try to go through and edit it again I will kill someone so I'm leaving it be <3 I'm currently obsessed with matty + the red guitar and that's all my brain can think of!! thats all byeee

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Old pictures and posters cover the ceiling staring back at you. An old blur poster, next to an oasis one because you could never choose. Pictures of your sixth form prom, you arm in arm with George after you got cancelled on by your original date and he stepped up to take you. And of course, the very first poster of the 1975 to be printed. Technically it was the first poster of Drive like I do but one day Matty came over announcing they had changed the band name. Again. And crossed out drive like I do and scribbled “the 1975” over the top.

If you didn't know better you'd think that poster was the only one up there, it seemed to grow each time you stared up. Every time you lay down on your childhood bed you are met with a picture of him. The dickhead you're trying to convince yourself you really do think is a dickhead. But here you are again. At 3 am staring up at his face. The moonlight filtering through your window was highlighting the poster almost mockingly. God even the moon was working against you.

You growl in frustration and go onto your phone in an effort to distract your racing mind only to be met with another photo of Matty and the boys. Fucking Matty. It felt like he was stalking you. Which would be impressive considering you and him hadn't spoken in 2 weeks, not since that night on the tour bus.

As you expected the guys hugged and made up the next morning, consoling each other like 15-year-old girls. But the same couldn't be said for you and Matty. You hadn't spoken at the last show, in the airport or even on the plane home despite being sat together. It was a very frosty 14 hours. But if he was going to be stubborn, you would be stubborn right back. You hadn't let him win before and you certainly wouldn't now.

Only a few miles away Matty was in a very similar situation to you, staring at the ceiling willing his brain to stop swirling. As you were all on a brief break from tour Matty thought it would be best to come home to Wilmslow, just to make sure he wouldn't see you in London. Because if he did he's not sure how much longer he could keep up the stubborn act, and he was nothing if not competitive.

He really did feel bad about that night on the bus but he needed you to crack first, he couldn't lose again. Little did Matty know that you had thought the same thing, you were desperately craving the comfort home gave you and the distance from him. In trying to be apart the two of you had only pushed yourself closer.

Fresh air. That would sort you right out, normally you couldn't take a walk at 3 am but that was in London. Wilmslow was nothing like London, the most dramatic thing to happen in months is Ken and Linda's divorce so you didn't feel like you were at much risk for being brutally murdered. Unbeknownst to you, across town Matty was having the exact same thought. Well, almost the same thought, he can't say Ken or Linda crossed his mind.

Cold air filled your lungs and your mind flashed back to the night at the club. The weird eye contact, the awkward cigarette and the strange silent agreement all shot to the front of your mind. Shaking your head you try and tell yourself to just stop thinking. With no place in mind you just began moving, the thought of standing still for 5 more seconds seemed impossible to you. Before you knew it your feet were taking you in the direction of the skate park, a place you frequented a lot when you were younger.

Desperately tagging along with your older brother to start with but as you got older it was your brother and his mates, who soon became your mates. Well some of them did. The one glaring exception to that was also on his way to the very same skate park, old skateboard in hand.

Matty had slithered out of his mum's house as quietly as he could, trying not to wake her or Louis up, knowing he would never hear the end of it. Before he left he grabbed his board from the cupboard under the stairs, he briefly thanked whatever God there may be that his mum hadn't binned it on any of her cleaning rampages.

With each step you felt your mind freeing, being home always put you at peace; apart from your mum sometimes but you would never tell her that. Eventually, you see the skate park start to come into view, you'd tried to stop at the corner shop to get some alcohol before remembering that you weren't in London, and the corner shop closed about 7 hours ago.

The smell of freshly cut grass filled your senses the further into the park you went, it comforted you as you trudged your way across the large football field that separates the main park from the skatepark. After many complaints from parents about “hooligan teenagers” the skate park was moved slightly further away from the play equipment.

For a second, you could've sworn you saw a shadow on one of the ramps, but you wrote it off as an animal or something. No one else would be out at this time. You are pretty sure the whole town of Wilsmlow was asleep from 9 pm to 7 am every day.

You reached the top of the smallest ramp and sat down swinging your legs over the ledge and for 5 whole minutes, you hadn't thought of Matty once until you heard an unmistakable voice ring out from below you.

“You’re kidding me right now.” You froze, briefly thinking it was your imagination but nope, you looked down the ramp and met with the eyes of the very man you were desperately trying to avoid thinking about.

You had no witty reply, no quick retort because at that moment you couldn't think of anything worse than seeing him. Especially when he looked like that. His normally perfectly manicured curls were fizzy and unkempt. He was wearing an old pair of tartan pyjama trousers, a ripped oversized harley davidson t-shirt and a fluffy cardigan that if you were to guess, was his mum's. Dark circles surrounded his eyes which looked slightly sunken, and in his left hand was the same board you coveted from all those years ago.

Maybe it wasn't the rockstar performer Matty that most people knew, but this was your favourite Matty. The Matty only a few people saw, the slight sleep-deprived domestic Matty always had a soft spot in your heart. Not that he knew that, you're not even sure you knew that until you saw him in that moment.

Silently he jumped up next to you and sat down, both of you chose to ignore the way your shoulders brushed and the way spark it created. After a few beats you got the courage to speak up, “is that the skateboard you taught me to skate on?” you asked, remembering the long few weeks of learning to skate. It was a summer of many bruised knees and drunk nights in the park; to this day it was one of your fondest memories of home.

Matty jumped slightly at your voice, not expecting you to be the first to talk, “Yeah, mum never threw it out I guess. Do you remember how shit you were?” He giggled out the last sentence, his shoulders shaking your own. You eventually started to laugh with him, if you were honest with yourself you really were shit. Ross had taken to skating so quickly you thought it would be the same for you but it wasn't.

“Yeah, I do. Remember that I was such a shit student that all the boys fobbed me off to you? They knew you wouldn't go easy on me like they did.” This caused a loud laugh to bubble out from both of you which soon turned into sleep-deprived cackling that had you holding your stomachs and gasping for breath.

Eventually, you got your breath back and lay down staring up at the sky, Matty soon followed suit and the silence resumed. But this silence was slightly more relaxed, still not pleasant but it was better.

“Hey, you want to go back to mine? I have a bottle of wine stashed under my bed from my 19th that I'm desperate to drink right now.” Matty whispered, despite no one being around it still felt like it was right to whisper. He expected a hard and fast no from you but instead, you were quiet. A little too quiet, Matty turned his head to look at you and was shocked to find you already facing him.

He stared into your eyes and admired the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheek. You did the same to him, loving the way the moon reflected in his deep brown irises.

Just as quietly as he asked you responded with a simple, “Yes, let's go.” Soon enough you were walking side by side down the streets of the small town you both grew up in. This time, the silence was comfortable. Unusual, but comfortable.

The keys rattled in the door of Matty's door as he opened it, slowly he poked his head around and thankfully no one was awake. He ushered you in and you followed him slowly up his stairs, a sense of familiarity washed over you as you looked around. His house hadn't changed from when you were young. The same Beatles artwork lined the hallway and the stairs were still covered in a deep purple carpet that Denise always insisted she would replace “next year.”

Matty's room was also the same you thought as you walked in, you hadn't spent much time in here but over the years you'd picked up Ross from band practice or sat with the boys getting high. It was still very similar to your own, every surface was covered in posters. Various bands littered the walls along with posters of his favourite movies, pulp fiction and true romance took pride of place above his bed.

Of course, it was still matty so there was also a rather large “Legalise it” poster above the keyboard in the corner. His bed was decorated with black sheets covered in small white stars. The headboard had fairy lights wrapped around it, you had made fun of Matty when he first put them up but he insisted they were “fucking vibey.” And to be fair to him, when you were stoned they really were.

You sat down on the bed and Matty got on his knees to begin looking for the wine stashed under the bed. Already slightly drunk just on the presence of Matty you joked, “Now there's a sight I like, Matty Healy on his knees” An unimpressed look fell over Matty's face as you began to giggle at your own immature joke.

“Such dirty jokes darling! And in my childhood room nonetheless” Matty jokingly retorted after coming back up victoriously, a bottle of wine in hand. The springs squeaked when he sat down next to you, he unscrewed the wine and took a quick sip before handing it over to you.

The maroon liquid slid down your throat and immediately calmed your racing thoughts, you knew it couldn't work that quickly but in that moment you didn't care for logic. “As if this room hasn't seen a lot worse over the years Healy, I've heard the horror stories!” you smirked as you handed Matty back the bottle. Passing it back and forth between you, both taking short sips and enjoying the pretty cheap wine.

“Horror stories! Sweetheart I’m wounded” Matty joked holding a hand to his heart and acting as if you had stabbed him. His childlike actions solicited a small laugh out of you, soon a hush fell over you both as you looked into each other's eyes and wordlessly kept swigging the wine.

Matty's eyes flicked down to your lips so briefly that if you blinked you would've missed it. But you didn't miss it. And he didn't want you to. Your breath shifted as he started to move ever so slightly closer, as if he was testing the water.

You didn't have the patience to test the water and crashed your lips into his, pulling his face into yours. He quickly reciprocated and pulled you into his lap gripping your ass as you ground down into him, only the thin fabric of both your pyjamas kept you separated.

You felt matty hardening beneath you and a plan formed in your head, with a smirk you broke the kiss. Matty desperately chased your lips but you pushed him away and began slithering down his body, before long you were on your knees in front of him. “You know I never did apologise for the other night” you drawled out, sliding your hand up his clothed thighs, rising up slightly on your knees.

“Oh- yeah- I meant to apologise for that-” Matty began to ramble, with the way you were looking up at him- how could he not? He was starting to stutter when you interrupted him with a hand on his chest.

“Matty im the one apologising remember? What did you say again? Oh yeah, ‘next time you come crawling back to me you'll have to beg on your knees.’ well here I am, on my knees.” You began to press small slow kisses up his neck, licking and sucking when you reached the edge of his jaw.

Matty swiftly realised you wanted this, and you wanted him. He slipped right back into the new version of him you had begun to love. “Well baby, I did say beg and I haven't heard that yet” he tried to keep his voice steady as you hit a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear.

Sitting back on your knees slightly you make eye contact with Matty and breathe out, “Please let me suck you off Matty. Please. I promise it will make you feel so much better.” you punctuated the end of your sentence with a particularly dirty kiss that pushed Matty right to the edge.

“Shit- yeah go ahead baby” Matty sighed out and soon enough you were making your way back down his neck and torso.

You pressed your face into the warm skin of Matty’s stomach, pushing hot kisses down his body until you reach his waistband. You let a shaky breath out as you pull down his trousers and free Matty's achingly hard cock. He let out a strained moan as he looked down at you, seeing you on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes and fluttering your eyelashes is going to be the death of him; he was sure of it.

“I've been thinking about doing this for a long time” You muttered, letting your lips and tongue delicately brush against Matty's tip. He growled in response and griped your hair harshly, desperately trying to avoid just fucking your mouth.

“C'mon sweetheart stop teasing or I’ll- shit-” Matty's complaint was cut short by you taking him in your mouth all the way down and swallowing around him. His fingernails scratched your scalp as he grabbed and pulled your hair.

Your nose brushed the dark curly hairs and the base of his dick as you held it in your mouth, focusing on the deep buzz of desire making its way through you. Matty jerked his hips forward at the feeling causing you to gag but at that moment you didn't notice, the only thought in your head being making him feel good. Your hand press his thighs against the bed, revelling in the noises coming from Matty, each new grunt and groan fuelled your ego.

You began moving up and down on his cock, taking what you didn't have in your mouth in your hand and jerking it. Slowly you gain confidence and start moving quicker, twisting your hand at the base and going up and down his shaft. Tracing the large vein on the underside with your tongue each time you move up and down. You came fully off and began making out with his tip, giving the underside kitten licks and groaning at the taste.

The low groan that resonated out of you caused Matty to jerk forward once again, you took it as an invitation and dropped your hands from his thighs and looked up at him. You keen into his hand hoping he would understand your silent plea. Your blood-red nails trailed down Matty’s legs leaving scratches in their wake. Matty thrusts again in your throat, loving the feeling of you marking him; the pleasure mixing with the pain.

Tears are streaming out of your eyes and spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth but you couldn't care less at this moment because Matty was looking at you with such hunger it causes wetness to pool in your underwear. Looking up at him you begin to beg with your eyes, desperate to have him claim you.

Matty delicately swipes the mascara-coloured tears from your cheeks and asks the question he's been so desperate to since you dropped to your knees “You want me to fuck your mouth huh baby? fuck you up a little?” you nod as fervently as you can with his cock resting in your mouth, causing Matty to spit out a string of curses.

“Yes fuck- I always thought of doing this to you in here shit-” Matty sighs out as he begins experimentally thrusting into your throat. You were too lost in the haze to hear his comment and began to gag slightly as his cock hits the back of your throat. A low moan from you encouraged Matty to go faster and soon enough he was fucking your throat wildly, ignoring any gags from you only being spurred on by the moans leaving your filled throat.

Each time Matty's hard cock hits the back of your throat you have to hold back a whimper. His cock fit perfectly in your mouth and you loved feeling him. Matty had received many blowjobs in his 29 years of life but he would swear on anything that it has never felt this fucking good. Each time you tightened your throat around him caused his mind to reel and made his grip on your hair even more viscous as he puppeted your head up and down his shaft.

You swallow around Matty as he stares at your mouth stretched out around his cock, marvelling at your closed eyes; you were obviously enjoying this just as much as he was.

You couldn't get enough of the feeling of his heavy dick in your mouth. You flicked your eyes open to stare at the man in front of you, taking delight in the way sweat drips from his brow as he works himself in and out of your mouth.

“Such a good girl for me yeah? Knew you'd be back on your knees just not like this fuck.” Matt's head lulled back and he closes his eyes a low groan coming from deep within his chest. “I’m gonna cum sweetheart shit- look at me yeah? Look in my eyes when I cum down your throat.” As soon as your eyes meet, Matty is cumming hot and thick down your throat.

After a few seconds Matty pulls out and tucks his dick back into his boxers, as he looks back at you he sees you swaying slightly on your knees obviously fucked out, cum dribbling out of the corners of your mouth. Matty grips your chin and pulls your face up to meet his, “open your mouth.”

As you do he's met with a sight that made him weak, your tongue was heavy with his cum. A primal growl comes from Matty as he leans down and spits in your mouth, snapping your mouth shut with his hand on your jaw.

“Swallow,” he demands. A squeak of shock leaves your mouth only to be followed quickly by a moan as you swallow down the mixture of cum and spit. You try to grind down on something absentmindedly, desperately trying to alleviate some of the pressure building in your stomach.

Matty notices your feeble attempt at feeling some relief and pulls you up onto the bed, holding your neck possessively as he says, “Oh baby did you get all worked up by me fucking your mouth?” You groan and give Matty a nod, desperate for him to help with the wetness between your thighs.

“I would help darling but this was an apology remember? You needed to say sorry to me, and you have. But you won't be getting anything in return. You should be thankful I let you suck me off.” he paused briefly a filthy smirk coming across his face. “So say thank you, baby”

Your voice was raw and scratchy from Matty's rough treatment as you breathed out a meek, “Thank you Matty” he smiled appreciatively at your obedience and cruelly patted your cheek.

“Let's go to sleep now baby, come lay down with me,” Matty said as he lay down on his bed, patting the empty space next to him. You joined Matty and the two of you begin to lazily make out until the post-orgasm haze got the better of you both and you fell asleep on Matty's chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains and illuminated the small space you were asleep in, dots and streaks moved through the room as the trees swayed and allowed sunlight to peak through and dance on the ceiling. Matty stared at your sleeping figure and thought about how peaceful you looked. He's only ever seen you so at peace once in his life before, the day he finally saw your apartment for the first time.

Unlike the other guys, Matty had never been inside your apartment let alone slept over but the others were always there.As far as Matty knew your apartment could be a secret drug den but all he's ever seen is the 3-meter-squared entryway. Until the day he finally got a peek when he picked Ross up on the way to the studio.

Ross had forgotten something inside so ran to grab it and accidentally left the door open, Matty immediately stuck his head in and began looking around; he ignored the fact that he was so eager to see how you lived.

Plants were everywhere, even trailing down the walls, which was strange to him; he never thought of you as a plant person. Large colourful sofas filled the living room as well as bookcases overflowing with old novels and nicknacks. They were dark oak, Matty assumed they were another charity shop find and admired the small rose engraving that trailed up the side of them.

Framed photos of you and the boys were on almost every surface, the sight warmed his heart a small bit. Despite spending 24/7 with them you still wanted them around in some way or another. Soon enough Matty realised that quiet music was filtering through the apartment and he felt himself being drawn toward it.

He began to follow the music that he now recognised as Otis Redding’s love man record; one of his favourites. The sight he was met with made his mouth go dry. You were standing in your pyjamas, softly swaying standing at the oven cooking pancakes. A small smile graced your lips as you mouthed the words, your hair wet from a shower. Matty couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at seeing you in such a domestic setting.

The large windows that were all over your apartment left you standing in a sunbeam, if Matty didn't know better he would think it was a spotlight. The light was filtering around you perfectly, bouncing off your pink silk pyjamas.

Matty didn't like how he felt at that moment. He felt a sense of yearning. To see this again, as much as he could. To be standing with you singing Otis Redding. Obviously, he knew as soon as you saw him this illusion would be shattered, and it was, but he almost began to enjoy the discomfort of standing there, knowing it was caused by you.

Before long you spotted him, called him a perv for staring and pushed him right back to the entryway but Matty has never forgotten how you looked that morning. How restful it all felt. It reminded him of now as he watched you breathe, your hair sprawled over his pillowcase with a small smile on your lips. God, even when asleep you were beautiful.

Wait. No. Not beautiful, just tranquil. Silent. Before he could spiral much longer you woke up from your sleep and smiled at him, observing how the sun behind him illuminated his frazzled curls and almost looked like a halo around him.

“Hi,” you said simply, not quite awake but aware someone needed to say something otherwise you're sure you'd be sitting in silence for the next hour. “Hi,” he said back the exact same way, with an airy quality surrounding the word.

The pressure was building between the two of you to have a real conversation about this, whatever it was. Because at this point it had to be something. But you weren't ready for that conversation and neither was he, all you both wanted to do was live in this moment. With the sun heating the room you were in, the light hit all the right places around you. So you did what any sane person would do at that moment, proposition him.

“Wanna have sex?” you bluntly said, raising your eyebrows suggestively. A Cheshire cat-like smile broke out on Matty's face as he leaned in and began kissing you. This kiss began slow, his lips moved slowly and carefully over yours, he moved his hand from the bed up to your cheek and pulled you in harder.

The kiss began to heat up as you grabbed Matty's bottom lip between your lip and pulled on it. In response Matty growled and pulled away, he laid down and grabbed your hips, pulling you onto him just like last night.

You pulled away and sat up to admire the man under you, he had taken his shirt off at some point in the night leaving his chest bare, his pale skin was stark against the black sheets. You traced each one of his tattoos with your pointer finger admiring how his muscles tensed with your featherlight touch. His lips were red and puffy from the rough kisses, his cheeks were pink and he was flushed all over, giving his whole body a small glow.

Matty whined impatiently and pulled at the hem of your shirt prompting you to take it off. You quickly followed his request and stripped off the baggy shirt revealing your bare chest, your nipples pebbled at the cold air. Matty groaned appreciatively and sat up to begin assaulting your chest with kisses and leaving small hickeys in his wake, delicately scraping his teeth against your breasts. He marvelled at the breathy moans you let out as he continued his movement.

The door of the small room creaked open but both you and Matty were too preoccupied to notice, soon a voice broke the silence.

You screamed and pulled the blanket up to cover your bare chest. All three of you stood there and stared, chests heaving in shock and eyes wide. How the hell were you going to explain this? Fuck.

#i hate matty healy series #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy #i love that pic of matty #this feels like too many hahstags but whatever #here you go i hope you dont hate it too much!!

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bleedingichorhearts · 8 months ago

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XI

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Heheheh, you thought.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Even it’s just a tiny cut.

TW // Slight SMUT/NSFW?

"I'm fine. I'm fine." I heaved, pawing at the blue legionnaire besides me. Soft, worried coos coming from him.

"Just ate something I shouldn't have." I reported, reaching up to flush the toilet. Thats what I think what happened anyways. The combination between some foods where not for my tasting, twisting my stomach in all sorts of way's.

"Little serpent, are you all right?" Ascelpius asked, rounding the corner into the bathroom, seeing my body curled around the toilet.

His brother chittered at him in their language, stating that she's been like this the pass couple of weeks. Since the day they have taken her back into their hold. Her body still healing from the rough intercourse she been in.

"...I'm fine." I responded after a little while, laying down on the tiled flooring, enjoying the coldness of the ground. Settling down my grouchy stomach just little bit.

"Little serpent, this is not fine. You're sick." Ascelpius crooned, his form leaning over to get though the archway. Kneeling down to the ground and carefully scooping me up in his arms.

I whined in discomfort, not liking the removal of my body from the nice, cold ground. My head swirling as I exhaled slowly to try and not puke up again. Especially not on Asclepius.

"Do you need something? To ease your sickness?" He asked. Helm coming forward to nuzzle the top of head.

I whined into his armor. The thought of giving him a smooch came up, but I didn't want to ask for one after I threw up. I didn't want him to think I was not atoning the proper hygiene.

So, I just settled with snuggling my head into his armor. Taking whatever coldness of the metal brought me. Frustration building up inside of my mind as I really wanted a kiss, and it confused me at the same time.

Why was I being so needy? Hungry, but throwing it up anyways? Hot, and cold when it was the perfect temperature? Almost blacking out each time I stood to go anywhere? Damn, when was my last period?

...Wait.

When was my last period?

Oh god. When was it?

Shooting up in Asclepius arms, I looked up at him. "The store." I spoke, ignoring how my headache increased tenfold. This could be a very bad situation right now.

The two Astartes stopped and looked at each other. Questioning one another about the request though their vox. Knowing what part of the deal was.

"Right now, little serpent? What do you need from there?" Asclepius questioned, irritating me a bit.

"None of your concern. Now, to the store." I demanded, trying not to yell at the useless questions. Just let me go to the store and all will be good.

"Well-"

"To the store." I ordered, glaring up at him. The Astartes behind him; Hydra rumbled. He had no say in this potential matter. Neither of them did.

"Yes, little serpent." He sighed, continuing on through the hallway with Hydra 'oOoooOOoo-ing' at him through the vox while he tried to defend himself by saying to him 'You didn't say she was moody either brother.'

Asclepius stepped a foot outside. The smell of the fresh air calming me down just slightly until Solor came into view. His silver armor popping out of the foliage like a damn predator. His blue visor never leaving my form in Asclepius arms until he was next to him, staring him down.

The two spoke in their tongue while I became impatient. Whatever their deal is, it can wait. I can figure that out later, and I've got way more pressing matters to attend to.

"Are you going to sit here and talk? Or are we going to the store?" I questioned the Astarte's, silencing them all together. A surprised and confused aura filling the area.

"We are observing you Knight." Asclepius sighed, nuzzling my head once more before giving me over to Solor. "Remember what we have."

"You think too lowly of me." Solor responded, adjusting me in his arms into a more comfortable bridal style carry. Yeah, well, it wasn't like you cut off his arm.

"Maybe I do." Asclepius hummed. Watching the Knight turn away from him, and through the tree line, ending their discussion there.

"Little maiden, we are here." Solor rumbled, slowly waking me up in his arms, and put me down on the ground. "I will be here, waiting for you. Don't do anything stupid, or do."

"Your tone sickens me, Solor." I snapped back. Angered by the awakening of my peaceful slumber that I didn't have the intention of sleeping anyways. The dizziness, and twisting feeling in my stomach coming back full force.

"Your words hurt little maiden, watch it." He replied, carefully watching me as I hunched over a little.

"Do they?" I asked, glaring back at the Knight before huffing and leaving him to himself. Spotting a store in front of me. A faint noise coming from him as he stayed put in the tree line.

Grumbling as I entered the store. I made my way to the pharmacy selection and started my search for what I needed. Passing some older ladies who kept glancing at me from time to time.

Listing off the products in my head. I kept going until I found what I wanted and grabbed it out of its selection. It was only then when the old ladies stopped looking, seemingly okay now with what I came into the store purchase.

Using cash to pay for the little box. The cashier also looked at me weirdly and it made me tense up. Feeling like everyone was looking at me now.

Giving the cashier the cash. I made a beeline for the restroom and put myself into a stall, ripping open the box. In a hurry to take the damn test to figure if I was, or not pregnant. Is that even possible between an Astarte's, and Human?

The minutes felt long, but eventually I looked at the test. Holding my breath as I looked down at the test.

Negative.

I exhaled, relived it wasn't what I thought I was. Though, it made be question on why I was having these types of symptoms close to a pregnant woman? Was I not getting enough enrichment?

What if it lied though? What if the test couldn't read good enough?

Damn it, I should have bought two. I wasn't going back out there to buy another one. I didn't want to be stared at for any longer from those... people.

"We can go now." I said, returning to Solors side. His helmet tilting at me.

"You've been in there for quite a while, yet you didn't get anything?" He questioned as I passed him. Walking deeper into the woods.

"Really? You don't say." I snapped at him again. Feeling slightly remorseful, because he didn't even do anything at this moment.

A surprised yelp escaped me as Solor lifted me up and pushed me against a tree. His other gauntlet coming off to take off his helmet. White eyes staring me down.

"You've been awfully rude, Maiden. Why is that?" He asked, more like demanded. "I haven't even seen you for day's and this is the greeting I get?"

I hummed but didn't give him an answer. Not entirely sure what was going on with me either. His eyes searching my face as he cupped my chin.

"Little maiden, please. Tell me what is wrong?" His head came close. Putting them together as I could mumbled out an "I don't know." My hands coming up to thumb his jaw line.

"Is it the-"

Moving my head a little back. I put my lips on his, surprising him as I ravished anything he would give me. His eyes widened a little but lulled into the kiss. Tongue's battling for dominance before he pulled away. Saliva connecting between the two of us. A moan escaping my lips.

"My lady." He breathed, his gauntlet coming up to claw at the tree above me. His head nuzzling into my neck. His body coming closer to keep me pinned to the tree.

"Please, Solor." I whined at him, feeling incredibly worked up now. It just wasn't an opportunity I couldn't waste.

He hummed before he purred into my ear. Teeth nipping at my neck. Sending a shiver down my spine. "As you wish, my little maiden."

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 X

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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gaylordscooter · 7 months ago

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logofthehebmultivese: ENTRY HELP

im writing this down tottally calmly and

yknow what im not even going to do a bit

so fresh is currently in my general vicinity and normally ink and i would get the fuck out of there immediately. GUESS WHERE INK IS??

OR SHOULD I WRITE FRESH INK? GOD THIS IS SO GREAT AND AWESOME IM GLAD IT'S HAPPIENING

so im hiding until dream senses my anguish and decides to head over.

i didnt even know he COULD infect ink on the account of NO SOUL.

then again, no one knows how he does it.

i just realized i haven't written an entry on fresh yet. the lack of info on him is exactly why.

basic gist: parasite-virus kind of deal. there's a "main" host which more often than not is what people are referring to when they say "fresh". little known fact unless you've encountered him. he's a hive-mind. and i wouldve appreciated a warning from ink instead of finding that out MYSELF

when he infects someone, they become a "lesser" host which the main host draws magic from.

now i said—

i hear him

[there's a bunch of illegible scribbles]

ok. he walked away my hiding spot's good. seems like all those times i played hide n seek with my brother paid off...

so as i was writing, i call him a parasite-virus now im no biologist (unlike most sanses i majored in psychology, and i totally got my degree, yeah) so i dont know how accurate of a term that is but it sounds right to me because he's a parasite (that resides in a main host) that spreads a virus (that infects people and allows him to control them and draw power from).

and no one knows how he infects people. i dont know if it's airborne, through touch, magic-related no one knows. the logical conclusion tends to be through close proximity but even then who knows what he does to spread the virus.

it might have something to do with those shades that all of them wear

did i mention this very dangerous thing larps as a dude from the 90's. it would be funny if it weren't for everything else. did i mention he's emitting music from the 90's right now and that's how ive been able to tell when he's near? (i can never listen to wannabe by the spice girls the same ever again)

hang on

ink seems to be wasting all his paint. i know what he's trying to do. he still has some control

his paint is more viscous than usual, it's clumping together in gross globs. i think something's in it

it's distracting fresh. i think he's trying to calm him down. failing, of course, ink doesn't listen to anyone (except well, the creators)

the virus targets the soul. ink doesn't have a soul so the next best thing is his paint

now people think when he runs out of paint he becomes a lifeless husk and

thats not. that's exactly what happens

but give him paint again he'll be back to normal, that's my job, sometimes. it's not formally my job, ink wouldn't want to depend on someone to that degree but the few times it's happened—im getting off track

there's paint everywhere and im trying my hardest to not touch any of it. there's petals in it, gross is that what fresh uses? petals or flowers?

hang on ink just slapped fresh with his scarf i need to sketch this out

im not that good at drawing. i'll ask ink to do a true artist's interpretation of this.

oh my god he knocked his glasses off. oh my god that's a huge ass flower in his sockets. that

ok it's time to go

#blue's (totally not diary) log

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nickle-moth · 7 months ago

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TW: BLOOD, GORE, UNCONSENTUAL BODY MODIFICATION, LOTS OF EYES, EYE CONTACT, UNSETTLING IMAGERY

(It's a horror exchange what did you expect)

Hello! This is a gift for @kitty-dunks for the @mcythorrorgiftexchange !

I hope you don't mind the first part of the fic is from Doc's perspective, I had an idea and got carried away lol. This is two drawings that I gave a story to, as I was having a lot of fun with the horror and decided to keep going. It's not quite 1,500 words but I feel like thats ok because my main objective was the drawings, and I just decided to try and write something, I'm not very good at writing but please enjoy!

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Characters: Docm77, Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, GoodTimesWithScar

Words: 1,200

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Doc was trying to fix his tunnel boar. After Grian and Scar blew it up, he kind of forgot about it in all the mayhem of their newfound war. So, he's fixing it. He has already gathered the resources necessary for this, it's just a matter of putting it all together. Doc was so focused on building; he never realized the sounds from the wardens had stopped. He was so focused; he never noticed the sound of an approaching entity. It sounded like a slime was trying to slither but was failing, but it was still approaching, and fast too. Doc had his back turned to the exit when he heard a noise. A small thump, from behind him. He turned around to see, nothing. 'Weird' he thought and went back to working on the tunnel boar.

Had it gotten colder? He swears it wasn't this cold before. Now shivering, he brushes it off as another weird thing about Hermitcraft, or it could be the altitude. Either way, he needs to get this done. Doc feels a… hand? No. Claws, run up his arm. He freezes as it grips his shoulder, and another clawed hand is set on his head. The claws feel eerily cold but, at the same time, warm, but the warmth isn't coming from the entity, no, it's coming from something liquid-like on its claws. Blood, he realizes. He should run, turn, and fight, do something… but he stands there, unable to move. Another hand grabs at his cyber-horn this time. 'How many hands does this thing have!?' Doc wanders to himself as he brings his hands up, hugging his arms.

He is terrified. In one quick movement, he is picked up off the ground and thrown against the wall. *CRACK* He has lost all feeling throughout his entire body. He is picked up with one of the clawed hands by his neck. Helpless now, as he can see his attacker.

The bottom half is a goopy black mess of god know what, and there’s three people, or what he assumes to be people, visible from the waist up: The Buttercups, Grian, Scar, and Mumbo. The one on the left, Grian, is wearing his normal outfit, red jumper pulled down just below the shoulders, with a black skintight shirt underneath. But his wings are bone, being held together by flowers (buttercups he asumes) and brown vines. His jaw has been torn off, revealing rows of sharp teeth, with more flowers at the corners of his mouth, and the vines growing out of his mouth and skin.

"Hello, there dear friend." Grian says with a voice that sounds way to friendly.

The one on the right, Scar, is wearing his Scarland uniform, the bright orange safety vest with a yellow stripe down each side, over a blue button up, with a white undershirt and a black tie. But he has large wings that could only be described as a vex's covered with the same yellow flowers, and brown vines. His mouth is spread uncannily across his face, with fangs poking through. and the scar on his face looks fresh and is growing more of the flowers and vines.

"We see you're fixing up your tunnel boar, sorry again about that." Scar says with the same over friendly voice.

The one in the middle, Mumbo, is wearing his normal black suit, white under shirt, and red tie. But his stomach has been torn open to reveal a worrying lack of organs, with only the heart remaining. Mumbo looks as if he were crying redstone. And a flower crown seems to be growing from his head, consisting of the same flowers and vines the other two had.

"I'm sorry it had to go this way, but we draw the line at eggs." Mumbo said, sounding genuinely sorry, and, was his voice coming from his chest?

Doc couldn't foucus on anything right now, as he was unable to speak, seeing as his spine was close to shattered, and he was being choked to death.

~~~~~

Doc awoke in a cold sweat. Had he just been killed? He checked his communicator, no death message, just: Docm77 went to sleep. Sweet dreams! It was a dream? No, it was a nightmare. He stumbled out of bed, and quickly pulled out his elytra, flying to The Buttercups camp. He landed and, there they were, The Buttercups, looking completely normal. Just as they normally do, no black mass, or flowers and vines growing from their skin.

"You good man?" Mumbo asked him, sounding concerned.

"Yep, fine!" Doc replied, way too quickly.

"Okayyy, well, I was 'bout to head off, those rocks don't build themselves!" Grian said standing up, he sounded nothing like he did in Doc's dream. With the overly friendly voice being replaced with his normal mischievous one.

"Ok, well, bye now."

Doc said and turned to leave but turned back just in time to see Grian fly off. Doc then turned right back to the Perimeter and flew back to his base. Ignoring the black goop, he swore he saw on Grian's wings.

~~~~~

"That was weird, even for Doc, right?" Mumbo asked his friend. Scar, who was sitting right next to him agreed.

"Maby he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Happens to me all the time!" Scar's voice was just as cheery as it normally is.

"Let’s be real, he was probably fretting over the prank Grian had us play on him." Mumbo admitted.

Like saying his name had summoned him, Grian popped up behind them.

"You're probably right Mumbo."

"AHHHH!!" Mumbo and Scar screamed in unison, falling off the logs they were sitting on.

"HOW DO YOU DO THAT!?"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE ANY NOISE!!"

The Buttercups were now laughing with each other, and the successful prank they pulled on Doc. If he was going to fill their bases with eggs, then they would retaliate. And Grian had a plan the end this silly war, but it would require a load of grass and dirt. And some outside help most likely!

~~~~~

Mumbo awoke with a jolt, as his lower body was in pain. Not sure what to do, he wobbled out of his little tent, Grian had convinced them to stay at the Buttercup Camp tonight, something about 'Doc might want revenge so we should stay together.' Mumbo was pulled from his thoughts when he saw Scar lying on the ground curled up on himself. He stumbled over to his friend, crouching down and laying a hand on his shoulder,

"You ok dude?" He asked Scar, getting only a muffled groan in response, he continued,

"Me too man, I'm not sure whats going on."

Moments later, Grian emerged from his tent and joined them in the center of the camp,

"All three of us? What's going on?"

As soon as he said that, the three were hit with an immence pain from their waists to their feet, and in an instant, there was an explosion of pitch black goop, combining the three into one entity.

Grian's jaw had been ripped off in the blast, with yellow buttercups, and brown vines growing at the corners of his mouth. The feathers and flesh had melted from his wings, leaving bone that was being held together by the same flowers and vines.

"What the hell?" He said with a shaky voice, or said as well as you can say something with no jaw. But still understandable, suprisingly.

Scar's mouth had torn at the corners, giving him a wide and eeri grin. The scar that adorned his face looked fresh, like it had just been given to him, and had more of the flowers and vines growing from it. His vex wings had trippled in size, now covedered by the buttercups and vines.

"What's going on!? Whats happening to us!?" Scar said through the pain of his new mouth.

Mumbo now had a gapping hole in his chest, or rather his chest was now a giant hole, with all of his organs missing, whith the exception of his heart, but it wasn't beating. The flowers and vines were growing from his head in the shape of a crown, a flower crown. His eyes had begun to spill redstone, like he was crying, burning his eyes as the redstone-tears ran down his face. His mouth had been sewn shut with the vines.

"I think were becoming the monster we used to prank Doc." He said, although, it sounded like it came from his chest. Where from in his chest? Who knows.

There body's (and minds for that matter) had become distorted. They had been robbed of their memories, personalities, and humanity, all three now shared one mind, and that mind had one thought: Kill Docm77. But the goop wasn't going to leave them unarmed, no, it gave them a weapon, with a suspiciously familiar symbol on it. And the ability to perma-kill any player.

With their new weapon, and lack of self-control, they went in search of Doc.

~~~~~

He was fairly easy to find, just go to The Perimiter (wich they were right next to), and look around. And as soon as Buttercup laid eyes on Doc, he was doomed. They slowly approched from behind, not wanting to scare their prey.

~~~~~

Doc was playing with his tomatoes. They don't get much attention, seeing as Doc is very busy most of the time. With the war, and The Perimeter nowhere near done, he doesn't have much off-time. But he has some now, so he's using it wisely. But the tomatoes are acting strange, are they… trembling? And some are hopping off too. Oh dear.

" H̴̡̨̢̜̣̘̝͇̻̺̮̥͌̊̐̌͋͘͜ͅe̷̞̱̭͈̟̎͐̓̓̃̑͋l̵̪͍̙̱̇̐̎͆̽̀͑̆͑̒̆͜͝l̸̨͎͈͚̫̘̬̼̳̳̱͉̪̦̜̽͐͒̽͂̈́̃͆̕ǫ̷̗͚̫̬̟̘̪͖̝̆̈̒͘ ̷̡̡̻͍̗̮̘͖̲̣͒͌̄̀̈̿͆́̇͊͘̚͜͠͠a̸̳̐̌̔̈̈́̉́̿̂g̴̦͎̭̼̝̰͈̈́̂͊̂̉͂̏̒͊̂̔̆ͅa̷̧̧͙̮̣͍͔̣͎͙̯͔̻̾̍̚͠ͅi̴̡̺̗̣̭̰͓͈͇͕͖̼͍͈̖͆͒͒̇̇̌́̆̃̿̓͒̎n̷̝̎̓̆͝ " (Hello again) Three voices said at once, but heavily distorted.

Doc turned around, slowly, and was face to face with the monster of the buttercups he faced in his dream.

"Th- this… has to be a dream again, right?" He asked… himself? The monster?

"h̵̨̩̪̜̙̘̠͇̠̺̰̜̠͌͌̎͛̿̔̔̾ͅe̶̻̗̔̐̕̚͜h̴̛̙̟̥͔̙̭̋̑̋͛͐̽̒̀͝͝ę̵̡̧̢̧̛͖̰̹̻̗̞̻̝̽̃̏͆̈́̕ͅ,̵̟̲̼͈̭͖̰̍́̏̍͛̏͗̇̓̀̐͗͠ ̵̢̙̺̭͙̠͕̙̹͑̀͜s̴̛͕̝̗̠͔̊̆ǒ̴̢͈͙̬͓̜̘̰̂͜͜ŗ̶̝͔̳̹͎̗͎̘̘̤͛͑̿̒̕̕r̶̢̧͓͇̞̹̲͈̹̰͉͎̀̂̽͆͜͝͝y̶̨̩̞̰͖̺̠̘͗̍̏͆͊̔̾͑̉̈̉̈́̀̔͠,̷̨̛̝͓͈͂͂́̓͆̏͆̓̿͊́͌̿͜ ̴̛̦̻̼̲̲̤̍̐͊͛̈̑̅̌͌̌̆ͅb̶͔͔̗̠̫͇̊͋͂̌̅͝ữ̶͔̗͎̥͛̌̊͒͆̾͘͜͝ţ̵͈͍͇̥̞̌̆͊͑͂͠͠ͅ ̵̢̨̻̞̜̗̰̦̟̟͐̀̈͐̌͑̈͂̈́̀͐͆̃̓ń̵̡̡̹̜̖̗̻̹̩̟́ỏ̸̯̣̟̈̈̈́̃̉̓͂́̀͘.̶̧̛͔͍̯͔̩̃͂̀͊͑̇̈̽́̒͘ͅ " (hehe, sorry, but no.) It responded, giving him the answer he feared most.

Doc turned, and ran. He ran far enough to equip his elytra, and fire a rocket. Only to be shot out of the sky by god knows what, but it wasn't an arrow. Hitting the ground took half of his health, with no time at all to react, he was pulled to his feet by his horn, with a large clawed hand that seemed to be giving him a potion effect. 'What potio-' Stopped halfway through his thought by an ache in his head, 'Oh, wither effect' Not good, not good at all. Then, something started to block his vision, the ach growing and spreading, and now acompanied by brown vines (the ones that adorned The Buttercups) and, looking down at his hands, the flowers too. He was thrown against the wall, being held to it by the vines, and now had a good look at the monster in front of him. The temperature had dropped by atleast 20° (Fahrenheit).

"W̷̛̛̹͓̲̞͉̘̟̹̭͉̦̑̈̈́̀͒̓͘͝ę̵̛̤͙̭̮͎͙̘͇̓̈̐̉̋'̴̛̖̖͉͎̯̠̯́̀͗͛̉̇͋̾͛̊͜͝v̷̭͉͚́́̊̀̚̚͝e̷̛͎̖̜̝̘͙͈̓͌͑̽͋́̚͝ ̶̛̘̭̭̲̺̪͓̠̜͓͙̣͎͝ͅb̷̢̹̖̹͖̠̲̺̀͑͂̈́̎̅͠͝é̸͉̺̠̉̓ę̶̛̜̩̜̘͔͇̙̞͖̪͍̋́̇̉̊͋̓͊́̎̑͂ͅn̸̠̰̯͙̊͊́͒̏̋͐̂̒͛͆͠ ̸̨̛͚̩̘̬̼͙͉̤̄͊͒̄́͘ģ̴̬̦̮̥̥͇̓̐̓̽̈́̈͗͋̇͑́͘̕̕͝ĭ̸̧͚͕͔̟̺͉͓̳̻͍̮̝̼̜̔͆͗̎͑̆̄̚͝v̶̧̩͖͎͇̣͔̭̪̼̜̭̜͊͋̀̍̃͂̋e̶̡̮̬̭͋̓̂̿̍͐̿̊́͌͗͛̎̚ͅn̵̨̫͙̯̲̺̻̟̲̖̣̲͚̙̓͐̉̌̎̃̌̊̄̓̅͜ ̸̨̢̡̼̲̞͍͚͓̺̹̩̰̱̼̿ḁ̴̪̈́̂̐́̈́̈́̚͠ ̸̮̩̈́͆͑̔͑͌̎̍̍̉͆͠g̶̨͖͍̼̦̙̮̉́́̽̑̅̀́ͅō̵̰̳͕̙̦̩̚à̴̛͈̦̖͖̫͈̠̪́̒̀̓̿̓̍̚̚͜͜l̶̙͉̍̒͂͗͛͑̍͗̉̇̏͊,̵͉̏̂̓̿̒̚̚ ̸̡̧̘̗͙̖̘̥̖̪̆̂â̵͖̯̙͉̪̈́̂̂̊̒̈́͜͝n̷̨̖͎̮̖̼͖̦̖͒͗̐̀̈́͌̃͝͠d̶̗̫̫̤̜̳͇̳̜̦̘̀̍ ̷̣̮̗̮̫̺̥̣̗̹̣̅̇̐̒͜ͅr̸͓̍͋e̸̡̧̢̧̡͖̱̻̦͉̮̻̻̲̝͆͛͐̄́ḟ̴̯̩̠͉͎͖̘̯̱̘͓̟͕̩̗̉̾͝u̵͔͍̜̿̈̅̌̈́ṡ̶͙̗̜̺͓̻͖̭̺̠̯͓̘͆̽͘ẽ̶̡̛̟͚̝̯͕̜̖̗̞̘͙́̅͛͌̌̍̑̇̍́̍͝͠ ̴̢̨̫̥̩̬̰̪̙͔͓̌̿̆̊͛̅̓͐̒͛̌̕t̷̢̨̼̟͚̙̘̖̣̤͇͙̺͛͆͂̈́̈́̿͛͊̌͜͜͝o̵̹̣̝̝̭͚̲̪̺̙̩͆͒̓̔͆̃̐͊͠ ̷̦̏͋̒̐f̷͖̥͙̻̈̈a̷̘̱̳̲͐̽̉̆̂̃͐͐̌̆͘͘͝i̸̩̫̟̹͆̇̾̀͋͆͂̌͌̕̕͝͠͠l̴̡̠̳͍̦̰̥̲̫̯̈́̾̃̔̈́̐̈́.̸̡̜̗̫̘̕ " (We've been given a goal, and refuse to fail)

Suddenly, a cold blade is plunged through his chest and pulled out again. It leaves, leaving him to bleed out, held to the wall by vines and flowers, bleeding out, and cold and tired, Doc sits, and waits for a respawn that never comes, left to float in the endless void of the afterlife.

~~~~~

Buttercup now has no goal, no driving motivation, nothing keeping it in line, the goop leaves it to its own accords. Buttercup goes mad. It was designined to kill Doc. But there is no Doc to kill. What is it supposed to do.

" W̴̛̪̟̬̹̤̔̿͑̈͑͆̅̚ḩ̷̦͍͉̯̪͇̞̘͇̰̰̽̈́̃̄́̍̅̌͆͠a̶̱̘͔̰̮͈̼͋̆͊̑̓̓͌̄͘͜t̷̬̻͍̥̠̲̀͒̊̚͝ ̷̳̦̣̟͎̳̩̹̾̃̌̄͂͋͑́͜͠͝a̵̧̨̠̳̖̭̪̬̪̪̗̽̆̀r̴̞͕̐̔̆̉͝͠ͅȩ̵̞̠̣͙̖̮̪̤̋̾͗̔̅̾̈́͘̕͠ ̷̡̠̣̻̝̍͋̑͂̍̓̓̆̂̍ͅw̸̨͇͈̍̽͆̇͛̅̉͜é̵̢̮̦͇̞̥̟ ̵̦͇̫̣̺͓̥͔̣̩̗̥̌̐͌̑̈́̓̈͛̃̔͌͝ͅs̶̛̤̼̒̎̇͛͆͛̎̽͛̀̎ư̴̢̳̙̝̤̳̪̇̄̈́̕͠p̴̢̨̧̡͔̳͚̯͇̦̥̟͖̰̊̓̈́̇̽̇̓̀͂́͘͜p̸̢͉̰̬̤͇̮̗̰̠̦̣̤̣̆ͅơ̸̧͙͉̞͍͖͈͆̏̍͌̈́̾͊̏̔̂͘s̸̝͔͙̉͐̎̐̍̏̄́̓͝͝e̴̛͓͍̟̝̱̙͐͒̈́͆̕̚̚͝͠d̷͕͎̰̹͕̜̩̜͚̈́̔̒̀͑̀̇̚̕͝͠ ̸̜̥̦̲̬̏̊t̵̨̫̝͎̜̦͖̟͉̳̜̅͂̅̎̑̍͛̈́̋̚͜͠ͅõ̵̢̱̹͎̒̒̊̂̓̊̈́̒͆͠͝ ̵̧̨̡̧͉͈͗͌̀̉͒͋d̴̡̨͕̠̝͓͖̠̙͍̰̈́͐̓̋̃̀̅͌̚̚ó̸̧͓̜͚̲̯̦͔̅̍̇̕͝?̴̡͎̭͙̲̫̼̯̜͌ " (What are we supposed to do?) It cries out, into the night, with no one to hear it.

" W̶̧̡̧̠̪̫̥̩̩̖̱̻̪͕͂̅͐͋̈́̆̾͂̂ê̴̡͔̫͇̲̯̬̈́̾͊̿̕ ̴̤̬̩̞̦̗̜̻̜͎͔̰̼̏͋͒͊̄̓̋͋̈̍̀̿̇͝͝w̵̧̘̣̗͚̳̱̫̠̠͛̔ͅę̶͇̫͙̗̙͎̭̍ͅͅͅŕ̶̡͈̹͆̎̊͐͒̓̅͂̈́́̚͝ę̸̧̼̘͕̥̱̞͕̬̣̿̔̋̔̋̅̓̈́̂̍͒̈́̈̚͜ ̸̧͍͈͙̥̠̣̮̗͉̀̈̋̎͗̀̆̑̊̋͝d̸̢̗̱̜̙̩͉̠͂̄͊̌̋̎̔̓̕̚͜e̶̢͙̲͈̳͙̙̘͍̿̊͐͛̿͐̽̐͐́̓͛s̴̡̲͎͇̻̟̀͛̊̃͂͂̒͊͆͗͋̚͝i̴̹̒͌̌̿̕̕͝ģ̴͓̥̞̫̭̱̩̥̺͕̥͂̆͜ṋ̶̨̛̝̞͓̐̄̊̈́̕͠i̸̩̤͆͊̈̈́̀̓̎̕̕̚͝n̴̨̧̼̣̱̱̳͈͇̠̹͈̆̀̃̇̔̿̏̔͒̿͛͆͘͜͠ȅ̴̢͈͇͔͚̠͉̝͓̬͂̏̅͒̑͌͌̌̓̀̎̚͝d̶̡͈͍̼̙̼̻͈͈̈̽̿̊͑̆ ̸̡̳̖̯͇̭̘̟̭̘̙̥̉͛͆̍͝t̷̝̘͖̑͑̈́̈̍̀̏̃͆͌̓̎͊o̵̡̡̺̳̩̬̤͉͑͗͌͑̿̃͊̀̏̍͊̉ ̴̛̜̩̥̍̏̆͗̑̋k̸͈̻̈́͝i̴̠̟̟͎̺͇̘̱̻͖̪̕ͅl̸̮̳̫̬̳͈͍̪̱̹̮͇̽́̊̎͜͜ļ̷̛̛̠͚͐͗̽̒͐̀̈́͋͐̏͝,̶̨̨̢̢̮͇͙̯̳̤̰̻̟̹̬̍̌̈̈́̾̑͆̓͘̕͘͠ ̴͖̗̞̟̙̝̐̂̓̄̇̈́͊͐̊̓͛̃̀̚͠s̴̨̘̣̜̻̣͕͚͔̮͍̝̻͔̈́́͋́͌̒̈́͒̌̿̐̂̓͘͜ȯ̸̢̞͎̻̻̣̖̙̹̘̲͐̇̕͜͜ ̶̮͓̰̖͔̍͋͠͝l̵̳̭̰̲̂͆̓̍͑̓̈̆͝͝ͅě̸̛͙͙̮̚t̶̫̝͚̗̺̯͇̞̉͗̂̈́̃̿̿̾̀̋͋̈́͝͠ş̸̘̤̮̫́͌̈́̊́̅̎͘͜͝͠ ̴̢̱͓̲̮̝̗̱̥͖̗͍͌d̴͚̪̲̮͇̟̼͍̉ȍ̸̩͕̤̳̞̯͎̥͚̣͈̈̄̔͑͌̿̏͗̆̕͝ͅ ̶͚̖͚͇̖̦̝̜͉̦̳̇̓̐j̴̨̧̛̞͔̦̥̿̓̀̋͑͌̔̈́͊̂͋͠ͅư̷̢̮̥͉̘̙̩̤͉͇͉̝͌̽̽́̄͊̾̍̈́̒́ͅş̷̧̟̯̯̙̭̙̼̖̦̪͎̌̓̐̈́́̅̂̅̍̈́̍̅̕͜͝ͅt̶̛̼̜͚̹͗̓̃ ̴̧̛̲̦̼̼̟̙̦̻̭͔̫̫͆̅̑͐̃͆͂͐͑̅ť̵̡̝͇̜̦͇͖̅̈́h̷̬̮̻͚̰̦̗̮͙̄̍̒̇͆̊̾̀̄̓̉͜ā̴͖̜̠̩͖̖̐͒͋̇t̵̡̫̭̙̜̣̜̥͓̝̬̰̃̇̾̇̀̋̽͐̀̊͘.̵̪̣̮̰̍̈̂̂̌̋̈͒̐̀͠͝ " (We were designined to kill, so lets do just that.)

With a new motivation, one not crafted by the goo, but by its own mind, the one it was given by the rough dream magic, it set out to kill. Anything that it saw.

" Ẹ̸̠̘̯͚̻̫͔̮͈̳͈̝͋s̵̛̯̰͎̟͕̟̫̩̩̬̻̤̟̀̎̽̑͂͊͐͠ͅp̵̡͎̹͉̖̭͕̟͍̝̳͆̿̈͘͜ě̷̙̟̥̤͐̓́͗̆̄̚͝ç̶̼͖̀͂́̈͋̚į̸̡͍̖̟̺̮̙̜̪̤̓̽̄̒̇͗̑̉͘͝ͅa̶͇̳͉͙͎̾̀̈͒l̷̨̨̢̠̠̲̬͔̤̥̎̍͐̾̃̌͝y̷̦̘̞̮̒̀̃͑̽͠ ̷̨̰̘͙̖̬͉̠̭̱̯͊̓̓̈́̑͆͋̉͂̐̊͌̂b̴̯̰̙̻͔̙̝̤̺͙͑̀̓̒̄̑̿̊͛̐̑́̍̚u̴̡̢̖̠̹̟̟̟̫̓̓͊n̸̲̲̪̦͉̥̙͒̑̋̓̔̄̾̒͘n̷̡̪͈̱̭̱̗̫̰̣̜̖͊̑͜͜i̸̹̣͚͙̙͛͆̓̔́̇̈́͑̓ȅ̶͓̊̔̀͌͂̄͑̉̎͘͘s̵͓̜͇̝̦͍̘̀̽̊̋̓͠,̵̖͚͂̃̓̒̀͑͒̈́̚ ̶̨̩͍̗͇͕͎̯̻̥̟̥͔̋̉̄̑͋̓͗̀̅́̄̚͝͝ͅv̷̧̝̟͍̮͉̦̩̬͉͂͗̋͌̈́͜ĭ̶̡̧̧̛̹̝̫̮̯̤̲̎̈̆̋̌̈́̾̅̕͜l̵̗̼͙̰̲̫̎̆̓̾̔̒͒̀̏̒̈́̕͘͘͝ȩ̶̣͙̹̯̘̹̤͇͇̟̺̜̈́̈͌̄̊̃̔̔̈͆̅͆͛͐ ̸̢̛͚̗̝̻͉͓̫͉̩̟̪̠͒̈́̎̔̔̑̋̚͜v̸̧̧̱̣̗͔̜̻̭̥̥̭͉̊͐̿͗̌͂̕̕̚ͅẽ̶̢̞̼̼̪̤̹͎̼͈̗̙̬r̶̢̜̦̥̙̓̀̎̕̕͝m̷̦̟̮͚̞̲̅̏̑̐̉̅͛͒͑͑̽͊̕͘͠i̶̢͓͚̫̠͇͎͌̌͑͂̏̈́̂́̈́͝͠ñ̴̛͙̹̥͉͙̩̳̟̮̫̜̹̂̃͐̏́͐̐͊͑͠ȩ̸̯̩̬̹̺̊̂̈͌̿̔͒̂̈́̒̑̈́͗ͅs̷̠͙̲̺̣̯̜͙̗̬͙̥̝̖̏͛̉̒̔͌̌̆̍͝!̸̟̤̩̜̝̒̀́̈́͋͐͗̀̋̓̀̀́͜͝͝ͅ " ( Especialy bunnies, vile vermines!) Part of it said, wierd, but ok?

"STOP" A voice echoed from above.

With a flash of purple, all that remained of the encounter was the vines on the wall, and a note that said.

"Corrupted or killed,

but gone nevertheless.

Say goodbye to your friends,

and the dream magic mess."

Along with the death message in chat:

Docm77 was slain by ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ using The Watchers Blade

~~~~~

The members of Hermitcraft learned not to mess with dream magic after the Buttercup Incident. For they had lost three friends to maddness, and one more to the maddness of the others. Memorials are set up for them each season after season 9, along with the memorial for TFC.

#nickleart #nicklefic #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: unsettling #tw: eye contact #tw: lots of eyes #mumbojumbo #mumbo fanart #goodtimewithscar fanart #goodtimeswithscar #grian #grian fanart #docm77 #docm77 fanart #hermitcraft season 9 #mcythorrorgiftexchange #unsettling imagery

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pokemenlovingmen · 1 year ago

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Okay!! I was able to counter act the links being funky in my app by opening your blog in my mobile browser!!!! so I was able to read your rules n stuff so now I can finally request (yusss!!! also, I saw the "ingo,,, again" under the PLA characters you write for and it made me think "ingo 2,,, electric boogaloo" heheheh. also yeah fuck kamado, all my homies hate kamado)

okay, could I please request a lil drabble (if you only do hc's thats fine of course! I just couldnt find it clearly if you only do hc's) of Adaman taking care of a reader who is on bed rest and healing? the exact stuff of how and what is up to you, for me its more so the comfort and caring side, not so much the angst side (so like, nothing thats like "omg reader was near death" pls?). gender of the reader I dont mind, just do what youre most comfortable with and yee!! thank youuuu

Hi you’ve been such a kind supporter I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you!! And yeah. Fuck Kamado. That exile would have been my villain origin story if the game gave me more agency, I swear to god.

And conversely, we love Adaman. They put him in pokemas and my quality of life has improved significantly <3

Oh and I’m sorry about the lack of clarity of what I do! I do only HCs, but at the level of detail I can’t stop myself from including, they’re kinda like a weird fusion between drabble and headcanons.

Healing Takes Time — Adaman x M!Reader

💎 — Hisui is a dangerous place and injuries ranging from minor to severe are all too common. So Adaman’s not exactly a stranger to presiding over loved ones on bed rest.

💎 — Doesn’t mean he’s good at it, though.

💎 — Mai reminds him that the slow passage of time is just as important as things that happen in the quick, efficient manner that he prefers as well. It’s not a slight from Mighty Dialga being displeased, it’s just the nature of time. But he can’t just stand around when it comes to your health! Yes, rest takes time, he’s aware, but all this waiting feels the same as doing nothing to him.

💎 — Mai basically has to keep him away from you constantly because he’s always fretting over you, which is definitely sweet of him even if it’s not exactly helpful, but it is funny to watch the cartoonish shenanigans of Mai trying to constantly shoo Adaman away from the medical tent.

💎 — Even if what you’re recovering from isn’t serious, you’d never be able to guess that from how he behaves.

💎 — He essentially becomes your primary nurse and seldom lets you out of his sight if he can help it (thanks to Mai being the reasonable one, he usually can’t).

💎 — Once things calm down though, after the first two or three days when your recovery progress is becoming quite apparent, he’s less frazzled and more willing to leave you be. He just can’t help that impatience winning out, though, sometimes.

💎 — He’ll be there to help you with maintaining yourself while you rest, sitting beside your futon while you recover, brushing your hair so you don’t have to, keeping a fresh cold compress on you at all times if the problem is that you’re sick and feverish, changing your bandages if it’s an injury, all that.

💎 — If you’re okay with it, he’ll also happily bring his Leafeon to see you for some good old fashioned grass-type aromatherapy. I know Leafeon can’t actually learn the move aromatherapy, but it’s clearly made of plants and must have some kind of floral/herbal smell.

💎 — And since we know he is a house husband in the making guy with an interest in cooking, you bet he’ll be bringing you all manner of home-cooked meals.

💎 — He’s so dutiful, oftentimes he doesn’t go back to his own tent for the night and will instead fall asleep on the cold floor next to your futon.

💎 — Adaman is very sure to keep you abreast of all goings-on in the clan, usually nothing much of interest, but he does uncharacteristically bring you all sorts of gossip. It’s not that he likes to gossip, but while you’re bedridden he can’t think of much to entertain you with so this is what he’s settled on. And also he probably would like to vent his multitude of frustrations with Melli specifically because you just know 3/5 instances of drama involve some kind of category 5 Melli moment.

💎 — Once you start to recover and leave your bedridden state, he’s still just as present as he was before.

💎 — If it was an injury he’s always making sure you’re not overexerting yourself, and if it’s something that happened to your legs, he’s volunteering to help you walk around so you don’t put too much pressure on the injury.

💎 — For illness he’ll always be on your case about taking whatever medicines/remedies you were instructed to, because your recovery has already taken ages (to him) already, and he’s not sure he can bear seeing you sick for much longer.

💎 — Regardless of the reason you’re bedridden, he’ll always give you a kiss on the forehead when he enters the tent and before he leaves—though if you’re sick, he musters the self control to wait. Ideally he can keep that up, but he might get a little impatient… oh well. He needs to remind you how much he loves you, and if he ends up getting what you have, he knows you’ll care for him just as dutifully as he did you.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon male reader #male reader #adaman x male reader #adaman x reader #adaman

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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago

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Maybe an already discussed God!Hob au but i still have it in my mind. Like. Hob who is a minor god over something like a forest or a warrior path. He's pretty used to being overlooked but thats ok! He's doing what he loves! And one day while he's tending to his duties, Dream and Death of the Endless roll in and hes like 👀 should I run? I should run. And Dream taking one look at him and Immediately wanting to whisk him away. But Hobs like Dude. We just met. We both have work to do. Meet me again in 100 years if your serious. Then starts the epic courting of these two immortal beings. (And if calliope is in it too all the better)

Hope you get feeling better friend!

💳 anon

Akajdjfkgkg thank you so much my love this is wonderful!

Hob is a god, sure, but he's only like... 5000 years old! He's still just a little baby in terms of immortals. Dream is literally billions of years old. It's like a fresh faced 20 year old being approached by a very rich, very powerful and very attractive old man. Hob is very confused and... OK he's a little turned on, but he's been alive long enough to take it reasonably slow.

Dream wants him right now, no hesitation, no time to think about it, but ok. Ok. He can wait 100 years, that's a blink of an eye to him. Whatever.

(He totally spends the whole century stalking Hob from a distance and leaving him increasingly elaborate gifts. Hob just smiles and shakes his head fondly).

Hob shows up for their date after the century is up and Dream, who has been very very patient, honestly... sweeps him off to the dreaming immediately and offers him all the riches of the universe. Hob (still scared, still confused, now very very turned on) gives him a smile and a kiss on the cheek and says why dont they get dinner together first?

Calliope is watching the whole courtship like its a soap opera and laughing as Dream is forced to ~take it slow~ and do vaguely normal human things (because Hob enjoys human things! In his role as a god he's very close to humanity). She decides that she needs Hob as her bestie immediately, and with Dream’s ex wife now in the picture... its fair to say that this soap opera ain't getting less dramatic any time soon!

#💳 anon #the sandman #dreamling

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 3 months ago

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ALSO. HEYHEYHEY. probably u will have to wait until after i finish 39 to answer this but holy shit dude. how does this translate to new haven wards??? i KNOW youve thought about it man. oh my fucking god. what r we doing to wibby. wraith. <- i really like this for him btw. haven't they been through enough!!!!!! also is this related 2 the second trigger situation it HAS to be right??

OKAY!!!!! HI !!!! HERE IT IS MY THOUGHTS ON WIBBY SECOND TRIGGER !!!!!!!!

when i say thoughts i mean this is less going to be an essay like my other nhw posts and more just. me throwing spaghetti at the wall and then turning to you like :D!!!!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK etc etc. i havent rlly thought about this like... plot wise??? or tried to make it make sense yet. so dont be disappointed when this is sort of short in comparison

anyway. for the LONGEST time i thought we were going to make the "absorbing kemuri's soul" thing his trigger event so that he could have the smoke powers, but.... honestly in comparison to everything else that moment was not NEARLY traumatizing enough

the reason i like this specific event as his second trigger is like. its SO fucking similar to his first. in his first trigger event, he fell off the cliff. he was still alive at the bottom, but unable to move or speak or call for help. he was stuck there for [x amount of time] but never actually triggered until someone found him and took him back. in this.... he literally gets torn in fucking half. but hes still alive. he can feel it, he knows whats happening, its the most terrifying and painful and miserable thing hes ever been through. again, he cant move. he cant talk. he cant call for help. the others dont even realize hes still alive at first, so he can hear them screaming. he still doesnt trigger until.. dakota. dakota, who can Feel it. dakota, who rushes into the danger zone as soon as he's able to and knows hes alive and desperately tries to push him back together, the whole time crying about "its gonna be okay, we'll fix it, you're gonna be okay" and just. desperately trying to do anything. THATS when he triggers.

the thing is thoughhhh. i dont think the second trigger is what actually heals him. i think he triggers and every single one of the capes in that clearing goes down for the vision, INCLUDING muse. wraith is one of the first ones to come back to consciousness but. hes still fucking torn in half! he can feel this horrible new power but he cant do anything about it because hes still got his guts all over the forest floor! uhhhh for the way he gets healed theres maybe a couple options,,, either trickster also gets the vision and thinks its hilarious that he caused a trigger event and has muse stitch wibby up himself or likee... he has to stay like that until they beat trickster and get ashe back and then they have to keep ashe in his breaker state until he fixes william. or theres some sort of.. before they beat trickster or whatever they force him to control muse into fixing him. IDK. something along those lines.

AS FOR HIS POWERS...... IDK. i dont know what they would be. i want them to be sort of like. functionally similar to the smoke powers i guess???? but maybe not explicitly the same. i still want him to be able to give xavier and david fucking awful horrible nightmare visions. i think that would probably fall under either master or shaker category????? IDK help me out with this one. also like u said before we're gonna have to fuck with the timeline and have at least the belltech part of greyscale happen after the muse final battle. which. ohhh my god i have a lot of feelings about that for the freedom city wards especially. oaugh.

I THINK THATS IT FOR NOW... IDK GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS I KNOW EVERYTHING IS SO FRESH IN UR MIND BUT IF U HAVE ANY IDEAS I WOULD LOOOOOVE TO HEAR THEM

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#new haven wards #auaguhg. speaking of this we also have to figure out how trickster gets away with mal. smile. surely this guy theyve been following #escaping with control over one of the slaughterhouse 9 is fine. surely.#i have like. a couple ideas abt this but nothing super solid yet.#MAN. horse staring out at the ocean #asks #friends!!#intertexts

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skittishandi · 1 month ago

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WHUMPTOBER DAY 1:

RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK

search party/ panic attack

“Focus.” Sierra tone was caring, but sharp. “Elliot, for the love of God, come back.” She urged him.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Elliot’s heart pounded against his chest, so hard he was sure it would be break through the skin, like a baby kicking from the womb. His vision was blurry, unfocused. He tried to focus on what was in front of him —two things, maybe his hands? He saw scarlet and he felt grime. Everything was so detached. Were those even his hands? He couldn't be sure. His mind drifted, unable to hold on to anything.

The noise was too much. Voices —distant, unintelligible. He couldn’t make out the words or who the voices belonged to.

He gasped for air but felt suffocated. He tried to breathe again and it felt like he was breathing water. His lungs screamed for air, his skin felt on fire. Focus. Focus on his hands? Focus on what? How could he, when everything was burning?

“We need to go. We need to move.” He felt something, a pinching somewhere on his face. His eyes shifted away from his hands —if they were his hands— and landed on someone.

Go.

Move.

His body moved, stumbling forward, falling against the mud.

Mud. There was mud, his eyes saw it now. The image in front of him a little clearer. The cold, wet soil beneath him. He felt a tight grip on his arm, his entire body tensed up. Frozen. He almost dropped his gaze, slipping into autopilot, but then he saw the sage green on her eyes.

“Sia.” He croaked, his throat raw. Was it closing in, perhaps?

Sierra’s eyes we wide and anchoring, grounding him a little, cutting through the fog in his mind, through the suffocating panic —just enough for him to latch into the edges of reality.

“Stay with me, Elliot. This might be our chance.” Her voice didn’t carry much of a roaring authority —it never had— yet it held a quiet power, the kind that made you listen. Now, it held a gentle urgency. Elliot forced a stiff nod.

She pull on his arm, yanking him from the ground. His body responded —slow, sluggish— but it responded. Sierra’s grip was the only thing grounding him.

Focus. Move. Her voice echoed in his mind.

Elliot stumbled forward, his heart hammering erratic against his ribs. Sierra didn’t let him fall.

“Where…?” Elliot swallowed, his mouth dry.

“Anywhere.” Sierra replied. “Anywhere. A road, maybe a camp. We just have to move.” She urged again, grabbing his hand and pulling him deeper into the trees.

Thats all he sees. Trees.

The air should have felt fresh, should’ve felt liberating but instead, it felt constricting, threatening to crush him from the inside out.

Then he heard it. The flames.

His body wanted to freeze again but Sierra’s hand gripped his tighter.

“Elliot.” A voice— too close, always too close. Peter. That man could be on another planet, and even then, it might still be too close.“Little Elliot, did you take sweet Sia with you?” Peter’s voice cooed from the depths of the woods.

Another blast of fire erupted behind them, Elliot could hear the familiar hiss of Peter’s flamethrower, the sharp exhale of gas before the flames blasted out. slipping out before the flame came out of the device. The branches caught in the blaze were followed by the smell of burning wood.

“Ignore him,” Sierra whispered. “He's trying to—” Another burst of blame interrupted her. “Keep going.”

How could Elliot ignore Peter? His voice had been haunting him for years now, slipping into every crack of his life, always lurking. No matter where Elliot ran, Peter found a way to follow.

“Sia,” Elliot choked, struggling for words, “He… he’s close. He-”

“I know” Her grip on his hand tightened as she pulled him through a thicket of braches. The leaves and loose branches clawing at his skin. He welcomed the distracting pain. “But we’re not stopping.”

The flames crackled louder now, Elliot could feel the heat licking at the back of his neck. His legs trembled, weak by the constant running, lack of substance or his sheer terror. He wanted to stop, to collapse, but Sierra wouldn’t let him.

“I’m… I’m slowing you down.” His voice broke. His mind was tired, his body was ready to give up. “I can’t,”

“No.” Sierra cut him off. “We keep moving.”

“You can run,” Peter’s voice cut through the air, laced with fury. “But I’ll always find you.” He sounded mad. His voice piercing through Elliots body, he closed his eyes, fighting the rising panic. “I’ll always be here, Elliot. Always.” Peter screamed as more flames burned through the forest.

The fire. They both could see it now. Flames consuming everything in their path.

There was a clearing ahead of them, a clear patch without trees. Elliot’s legs fave out and he crumpled to his knees.

“Come on, Elliot.” She tugged at his arm, dragging him towards a large boulder to take shelter.

The heat was getting suffocating, smoke swirling in the air. They could hear Peter getting closer, his footsteps crunched closer.

“Ah.” Peter hissed through his teeth, almost as if he was savoring the air. “The smell of fear. Sweet.”

Elliot’s back pressed hard against the boulder, his body trembled as he reached for Sierra’s hand and held it tight.

“Come out, either of you.” Peter said, approaching the area, scanning possible hiding spots. His footsteps stopped just short of their hiding place. “Sia, you’ve always been clever, haven’t you?” Peter said with a hint of affection. “Come out and I’ll spare little Elliot. He is just…mentally challenged. I can forgive some silly mistakes.”

No one moved.

Peter’s voice dropped. “Very well.”

The flamethrower burst to life. Flames spewed out, blazing directly at the boulder. The heat hit them immediately, suffocating.

Elliot flinched and squeezed next to Sierra, the big flames were engulfing the rock. The air around them got impossible hot, the leaves on the ground were starting to catch fire. The flames licked at the edges of the rock. Elliot thought he was going to die, he supposed it was okay. He deserved it, didn’t he?

“Shit.” Sierra cursed, her leg kicking as she tried to get away from the spreading fire. Her movements frantic.

Sierra, he thought. She couldn’t—.

Her hand on his brought him back to reality, before he could even think, Elliot’s voice tore from his throat, raw, desperate. “STOP!”

A few seconds later, the the flames stopped.

“Come out, both of you.” Peter ordered. “And do not even think about running again.”

Elliot and Sierra hesitated but they both knew there was no choice. They emerged from behind the rock. Peter looked at them with suspicion on his eyes.

Without a warning, they bolted.

Sierra was faster, running on pure adrenaline. Elliot, weakened and barely holding on, was too slow. Peter closed the distance in an instant. He seized Elliot by the back of his shirt.

Elliot screamed when Peter threw him against the burning boulder. His back seared with pain as the hot stone burned into his skin.

“Run!” He screamed, his voice breaking. Sierra backed away, conflicted look in her eyes before fleeing into the woods.

“Goddamn it, Elliot.” Peter spat, in disgust. He yanked Elliot into the ground and he crouched down, pulling a knife from his belt. In one motion, he buried the blade through Elliot’s hand, pinning it into the dirt.

Peter buried the knife deeper into the ground. Elliot let out a choked scream, his vision blurred. He leaned down over him, his voice mocking. “Stupid little boy.”

#whumptober2024 #no.1 #panic attack #oc #fic #blood #injury #stabbing #knife #oc elliot harper #oc peter bane #oc sierra henry #whump writing #whump

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nachosforfree · 5 months ago

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Oh my god I love that comic so much

My own AU is centered around Masky and how the Operator is a entity that just wants to spread.

For as long as people know about him, his roots on this realm are solid. And the more that know about him- the more his power grows.

When Tim was young he slipped from his dad’s view into the woods near the park- there, he found a old well.

Said well had a single candle on it, and as he was investigating the well, something (Kate) came by and lit the candle.

Tim was right there when the portal to Der Großmann’s realm opened, and he got a face full of static and eldritch energy.

With Tim’s memory of Slender fresh in his mind, Slender was able to gain a stronger foothold into the earthen realm-

And Tim started to get stalked by Slender.

Der Großmann watched the entire time. Learning, growing. And he grew oh so attached to Tim.

Tim suffered- in and out of mental hospitals as he dealt with the Operator’s sickness, he gained somewhat of a immunity to it-

And with the help of pills, he eventually was able to completely ignore and mostly forget about the Operator.

Time passed, he went to college. He met Brian, he met Alex-

Marble Hornets kicked off- and the attacks were brutal.

By the end of it, Many people were dead, and from Jay’s actions of uploading the tapes- many people knew about Slender and the infection spread.

But with the infection came a side effect-

With so much energy flooding Slender, some.. floated away. The magic in the air grew attached to strong emotions-

And those who suffered.

Jeff was one of the first. Toby followed. Sally. Clockwork. Morgan. Both Eyeless and Laughing Jack.

Filled with magic they couldn’t control, the magic surged through their emotions and gave them a cruel bloodlust.

Meanwhile, the Großmann broke the silent barrier between him and Tim.

He offered Tim something he couldn’t deny- Brian back.

Due to the fall, Brian died, his soul moved on- but Slender, he wanted his first child back. So he took Brian’s corpse. Resurrected him, and brought him to Tim.

Brian, Hoodie, held no memories of Tim. His throat was too mangled by Alex and the fall and was unable to speak.

But Tim couldn’t lose his first and best friend again.

So he went with Slender and fell under his control as a proxy.

With both him and Hoodie marked as proxies, they went out to do Slender’s bidding- and they quickly discovered what had happened to the world.

New entities, filled with the magic that didn’t go straight to slender, filled with madness and rage and so much bloodlust they couldn’t NOT attack anyone who they saw-

Tim, now Masky, and Hoodie collected the first one they found- Toby- and brought him to Slender.

And slender found a new source of magic. The effected human’s rage were a beacon of magic, all energy flooded to them instead of Slender-

But by keeping them close by- Slender could drain the magic- return them to sanity- and, essentially, use them as auto refilling bottles of magic.

Slender liked that. He wanted that.

So he sent the twins, Masky and Hoodie, out to collect more. Meanwhile, Slender built a mansion to house his new pets.

To him, the humans were nothing but bugs. Sure, some humans keep them as pets- and for Slender, he is the eldritch equivalent of that.

THATS SO COOL OMGG

Your Slender's motivations make so much sense and I love the worldbuilding you've set up around it !!

#asks #creepypasta

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lovethatmakingcoffee · 6 months ago

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im going to write the same thing I did for the ko-fi page so followers, please bare with me.

I'm sorry to be suddenly springing this on everyone but for those who know, I got deported from Germany at the end of last October 2023. I had some help from a relative to get me out of that situation but she won't help me with anything financial ever again. Why I was in Germany was because a relative convinced me and my dad that there was work for us there and we should move in with them. That we would get the documents all squared away and immigration would be a snap. My dad got the job as working for her handy man to fix up her estate, and I… Didn't have a opportunity like that. There were a lot of details, but the end of it was that there really wasn't any job, she lied, she didn't help me get citizenship and I was basically deported after spending 8 months there. I was thankfully saved by my mom so I wouldn't become homeless, but my dad is still there. Still with that psychopath. He had no way to leave, cause he no relative to swoop in and help, so he had to stay and work for this freak until he could financially leave. I was trying to make as much money as I could from my end, but my job is mininum wage and I had other expenses but we both thought that he would have time (a years worth) cause she would renew his work visa cause she wants him to work for her. But lo and behold, she remains true to her selfishness and craziness, cause she said she won't renew it because he isnt doing this project for her anymore, but for himself. Which, what? No, he is doing the project so you will pay him and he can escape, but whatever. She had one of us deported, it seems that she wouldn't mind having both of us deported. And that is why I ask for help. I didnt press for financial assistance with my deportation, but I plead with his. He has no one to help him and I'm not enough. Please help him, he gave up so much to help her cause he trusted and loved her (his cousin). But she wouldn't return the favor. So now she is throwing him away cause she's done with him, so I beg anyone to help. He will need at least 10k to get a semi fresh start. 20k would be a comfortable one even though that is asking for so god damn much. But to explain, the finances would be for the plane ticket so he won't be thrown on a thirty hour flight which is possible and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. A $200 ride to the airport cause thats how much it was for me and my luggage and she didn't help with any of that. He had several luggage items so that combined with the plane ticket. Then he will need money for a place to stay until he can get back on his feet and the state he will be moving to is a pricier one but it will have my sisters who will be there for him. They can't help much either cause they are also poor. I intend to ask, and I'm sure they will hand over some but it won't be enough. And then he needs a car since he got rid of his moving to Germany and just general expenses like credit cards and we have a storage space filled with stuff we were going to bring with us but that's not happening. So I ask this much, because it's what he needs but I don't know if it's what he's going to get. I'm sorry for springing this one everyone, but I am literally not enough and won't get any outside help. So please, if you can, please help my dad.

I will make art if requested or short stories if asked for. I won't have too much time balancing out my job and things, but I will commit. Just send a request and I'll type that shit like there is no tomorrow. Just please, help us. I am actually begging and losing my mind over it. Please.

If I reach 20k on both goals combined, I will freeze them so no one adds anymore, thanks you.

#Boost #Help #Gofundme #Go fund me #But please help me

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sledgeleau · 3 months ago

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Roe/Spina for "move in with me"?

oughhh anything for these two <333 btw this is pre-established relationship. i hope thats okay :3

Eugene sat on the porch of his family's home, the old rocking chair creaking from his weight. The wood was starting to rot and splinter, groaning each time a person would shift while sitting on it. It was about time someone replaced it, or run the risk of it giving away from the stress and sending them crashing to the ground. Oh, if he were to break the chair he knew his ma' would go at him for it! The damn thing meant so much to her, but it really was on its last leg... he'd have to see about replacing it soon.

He let out a quiet huff and ran a hand through his hair, gently tugging at the strands as he thought of what he wanted to do. Soon, those thoughts were drowned out by the soft clicking of cicadas, filling the thick humid air with something akin to familiarity. It was odd to say, but when he was overseas, a part of him missed the sound. Sure, the insects could be annoying and loud and their empty, abandoned shells often frightening, but he'd take that over constant shelling and gunfire any day, thank you very much!

In the dark of the night, his lit cigarette illuminated his hands and face, the burning ember glowing brighter with each drag he took. It was now a comfort for him, to sit outside in the afternoons when it was calm and smoke for a good hour or so. It helped distract him, for even just a moment, from the inevitable plans he'd have to make for himself going forward now that the war had been officially declared over. He didn't know what he wanted to do with himself—leave or stay, do this or that, talk to whoever and whatever. It sometimes felt like it was too much and he couldn't stand it.

He had gotten used to shutting his brain off while he worked during the war, never having to think—just do and hope for the best... like letting autopilot take over. And now that he was finally home, he was starting to grow antsy. It was weird, going back to a place where he didn't have to keep his mind blank at all times. In fact, it was starting to become overstimulating from how much time he had to himself to think. While now practically stuck at home, in-between jobs, he could only listen to those thoughts—ones he worked hard to silence for so long.

They were delayed, of course, when they first started coming back, but once one string of thoughts started, the rest came crashing down with them. It was so overwhelming, he found himself crying when he didn't think he could anymore. A part of him actually thought he lost his ability to cry during the war, and he couldn't help but think about how he didn't weep at the loss of Renée or Julian.

His family had begun to notice how twitchy and antsy he was, despite how well he used to be able to keep up his stoic facade. Hell—even a few of the Easy boys noticed a change in how he acted, which he knew would cause a ripple effect of worry.

He gritted his teeth at the thought. God, it felt weird to think... maybe a change of scenery would do him some good. Get away from all this and try to start somewhere fresh.

Was this how everyone felt now?

A few feet away, Ralph stood leaning against the railing of his porch, arms crossed. He had dressed down in a simple white shirt and some stained trousers, his suspenders hanging by his sides. The past few days, he was staying at Eugene's family home until he figured out what he wanted to do. Well, looks like that was an answer to his question.

The silence was slowly starting to get to him, so he finally spoke up after about an hour of not saying a single word to the man.

"Y'ever think about just... gettin' outta here?" Eugene asked, voice low and somewhat hesitant. He didn't look at the man, too focused on flicking the cigarette between his dirty fingers. Would they ever be clean again?

Ralph considered the question for a moment, taking the time to try and think of a response. He pursed his lips and looked over at Eugene, index finger tapping against the wooden railing. "Getting out of town, or Louisiana?"

"Both. Ain't really sure which one scares me more, honestly."

With a shrug, Ralph pushed off the railing and moved to stand beside Eugene, being careful to not add anymore weight to the rocking chair lest it decide to give up on life. "It's crossed my mind, sure, I don't think I'd be here if it didn't... but a part of me misses Philly."

Eugene nodded and took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling softly. "I dunno, Ralph. It's like... everythin' changed, but this place stayed the same. Maybe it's a good thing, but maybe it ain't. With what I've seen? I'm not sure if I belong here anymore." He inhaled sharply through his nose and used his free hand to rub at his face, stubble scratching against the flesh of his hand. Despite him being home for some time now, he still hadn't gotten around to keeping up with shaving it whenever it'd start growing in. His mother would have to remind him for him to actually do something about it.

Keeping a weary eye on him, Ralph placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder and squeezed. He knew how much Eugene loved his home—how he had always been rooted to this place, but the war had shaken and changed all the men in a way they were scrambling to figure out.

"What are you afraid of?" Ralph decided to ask the question quietly, recognizing the sound of talking from inside the home. This was a private moment between just them, and despite how kind Gene's family was to let him stay, he didn't want them to overhear.

Only silence came from the man, his cigarette nearly burning to his fingertips as he stared out at the bayou. It took some time for him to finally give an answer, his voice just as quiet as Ralph's. "I guess... I guess I'm afraid of stayin'. But I'm just as afraid of leavin'." It was a simple answer, and one Eugene had already stated earlier, but Ralph just nodded in understanding.

"It's like everyone is willing to continue things like they always were, while we have to keep moving forward or else we'll get lost in the pressure, right?"

Eugene only hummed in response, which was enough of an answer for Ralph.

A soft laugh erupted from his throat when the other man suddenly hissed as the ember of his cigarette finally touched the skin of his fingers. He was quick to flick it away, shaking out his hand and inspecting the damage.

"Do I need to play doctor for you, Gene?" he chuckled and bent over to take hold of Eugene's hand, turning it this way and that as he looked over it. Oh, what a baby. "You'll survive."

That earned him a scoff and an irritated look from Eugene, the man pulling his hand away, clearly offended. "Do that again and I'll pop ya'."

Ralph couldn't hold back his second fit of laughter, only stopping when Eugene decided to hold him to it and popped the back of his hand. What a fiend!

"Doc, what the hell!—"

"I ward ya', didn't I?"

The two stared at each other for a moment silence hanging over them before they both broke out into laughter. It was nice—being able to joke and mess around when they both knew how the other felt behind it all. Speaking of that, Ralph still had more to say about the topic.

"So—and you don't have to decide tonight—but if you decide to leave, what if someone went with you, Gene?"

Eugene looked up at him, a question in his eyes, but kept it to himself. What the hell was that supposed to mean? If it meant what he thought—well... he didn't honestly know how he'd feel.

Ralph took a deep breath and began to mess with one of his suspenders, deciding to hook them both back over his shoulders. He let them go with a snap. "Well... why don't you move in with me?" he said and somehow managed to keep his voice steady, despite how his heart raced. "Where you end up—whether it's here or somewhere else—I'll go with you. We can, you know... figure it out together. Just the two of us?"

The other man stared at him, too stunned to speak. He was honestly surprised by the offer and had to take a moment to process it. Out of everything, that was definitely not what he had expected Ralph to say to him and he wasn't even sure how to respond to the offer. Part of Eugene wanted to accept, to hold onto the one person that had been a constant for him through everything... but another part hesitated, unsure of what it meant, and the fear that came with the possibility of losing another person he cared for.

Did the offer mean the same for both of them?

"...are you sure about that?" Eugene asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Ralph nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, Gene. I'm sure."

Looking away, Eugene had to take a deep breath and swallow around the lump forming in his throat. "I... I dunno what to say." It was true—he didn't, and he was scared of how he felt, in all honesty.

Softly, Ralph replied, "You don't have to say anything, not yet at least. Just think about it—we've got time."

He stepped away, walking the the other side of the porch to grab a chair pulled it over to where Eugene sat, taking a seat beside him. They sat there in silence, both staring out to the long stretches of bayou and old trees, letting the weight of their conversation hang between them—though it wasn't uncomfortable. It honestly felt like a turning point, and one they both truly needed.

Eventually, though more to himself than Ralph, Eugene nodded. "Alright. I'll think about it."

With a smile, Ralph looked over at his friend and leaned against the arm of his chair, ignoring how it groaned under the weight. Gene shot him a look, but he ignored that too. "That's all I ask, Doc."

"I'm sure it is, Spina."

#eugene roe #doc roe #ralph spina #eugene roe x ralph spina #band of brothers #oughhh. oughhh #this was not meant to be this long but it is DONE #also yall whats the roe/spina ship name?#sorry if either of them are ooc im TIRED!!!

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