#sometimes i accidently make myself bleed that way too

[moodymisty]

Surprise

Author's Note: Loosely based off my personal experience struggles learning Spanish and Portuguese. I wanted to do something sfw to work on König's character and get a feel for things with CoD. I'll make some filth soon lol

Any German used is one or two very easily understandable words, and anything more in-depth is just implied via italics. Far easier than making an arse out of myself with Google translate because we all know how that works.

Summary: You've been studying German in secret from König for weeks now, hopefully it pays off.

Relationships: König/Fem!Reader

Warnings: I do not know German so I apologize, Fluff, Reader is implied foreigner but from where is not specified, Fluff without plot

Word Count: 2016

Closing the book in your lap you take your hands away from the pages and rub them over your face, feeling the way your eyes almost burn from overuse. Squeezing them shut helps, but it almost seems like the letters are burned into the back of your eyelids.

No more information can be shoved into my brain; Not tonight.

It's late- the sun has long since set and if you start another section, you might end up hearing the birds outside start chirping by the time you finish and go to bed. With König gone and it being the weekend you can at least sleep in, to cover up your late night of studying.

Getting up off the couch and taking your notes and textbook, they both come with you to the bedroom; Where you hide them underneath the cushion of the window seat. It was a place that he would never look, at least not without good reason.

That was part of the plan after all, for him to be surprised by all this.

As for all the time you've known König his mother tongue has remained a mystery to you, unable to understand whenever he mumbles it under his breath while fixing himself something to eat, or yelling at a door frame he hit with his shoulder or head by accident. Which happens frequently, as unfortunately the apartment isn't exactly built for a man of his size.

You’ve picked up words and small sentences over time; Maus, danke, bitte, ich liebe dich; Scheisse as well, much to König's playfully faked distress. He's always tried to refuse teaching your swears, but you've picked up on them anyways. He thinks they sound too cute to take seriously when you say them. They just make him laugh.

But none of it is enough to hold any length of conversation. König is sweet and always helps whenever you need something translated, but you know sometimes words just don't cross over one to one. Not to mention you don't want to always rely on him. So you decided to learn as much as you could, but keep it a surprise. At least for a bit. There was only so far you could get without speaking it, using it- but for now you could at least try and listen.

''Can you help me?' You stumble out in practice before sighing, slipping into your nightclothes as your bed remains unmade and calling out to you.

Could really use some of that right now.

You keep mumbling to yourself, the words floating through your head, hoping they'll stick to the image of an object or scene that follows in tandem. It's such a silly, impossible goal, but you want to impress him. You slip into bed and begin relaxing, hoping you'll be able to sleep before light starts bleeding through the curtains.

The ring of your phone however distracts you from any further thoughts, grabbing it off the bedside table where it had been charging. Only one person will call this late, and since you’re already in your nightclothes, you answer without even checking the caller id. It would just say 'Unknown' anyways, if it was him. You answer and speak up.

"Good evening. Or morning? Afternoon?"

König chuckles and even if it's hundreds or even thousands of miles away, it still makes you smile. When he's gone you usually don't hear much from him at all, so it's always a wonderful treat when he does manage to find a moment.

"Evening. The sun is just about to set." You're sure he can hear you rustling of the blankets as you pull them over your body, laying down with your phone on speaker right in front of the pillow.

"Keeping busy, Liebe?"

"As busy as I can, it's really late. Was just about to sleep." König hums, and you can hear the scratch of him rubbing his head.

"Ahh, am I keeping you up? I don't want you tired because of me." Just as you go to answer him back someone must enter the room, asking him something. You can hear the question and König's extremely curt and irritated response to it, and it's a struggle to not laugh when you realize you understood enough of it to put the pieces together.

So all this studying wasn't for nothing!

It's nice to finally see that you've been making at least some sort of stride. Once he finishes grumbling a reply at whoever had interrupted him- ignoring how cute you find it that he's so feverishly defending what tiny bit of time he has to talk to you- You answer back.

"Don't worry, I want to stay up; I miss you. I miss hearing your voice before I go to bed." You hear König let out a shy cough, rustling around. Sometimes he still gets a little bashful when you're particularly overt with how you feel about him.

"Then I will stay with you as long as I can." You know that's asking a lot of him; To even get a few moments time while he's deployed in the middle of god knows where is asking for a miracle. A damn good miracle at that.

"I miss you too, liebling."

His voice sounds so quiet when he speaks; You don't know if it's because of there being someone else in the room with him, or that he's just still not used to saying things like that.

The bed is warm and the blankets are soft, but it's still nowhere near as pleasant when König is here beside you. Neither of you have any idea how long he's going to be gone this time, but you always prepare as if it's going to be a long while. Hopefully however, it wont. You're not going to last very long without having him here with you. Just the feeling of being stuck in his arms because he's dead asleep and his grip is so strong- you miss it. You miss him kissing you on the cheek to wake you up in the mornings, and the feeling of his hand on the dip of your waist. His voice always sounds so gruff and sore in the mornings, whispering in English or German or a mix of both as he hides his face in your neck.

The sudden increase in background noise from the other side of the call jolts you out of any sort of fantasizing you were in, thankfully before it went down a path perhaps a bit more appropriate for such a late hour. König speaks up before you have a chance to ask if he needs to leave.

"I have to go; I promise I will try and find another moment to talk to again, ok?" You can hear the sudden rustling around in the background; Some of it from him, some clearly from elsewhere in the room.

He whispers again; Unsure under his breath 'I love you', the words still a bit shy and experimental on his lips. You return it quickly before the line goes dead. You have to reach a hand from under the blanket to lock your phone, staring at the lock screen for a moment.

Now the room feels almost, eerily quiet.

You turn over to set your phone down on the nightstand and turn off the last of the lights, heading to closing your eyes and trying to get some sleep.

When König returns, it's usually not without a fair share of eventfulness.

Normally he spends a day or two somewhere else first before coming back to you, which you understand; He doesn't want to bring 'that side of him' back home. Doing what he does isn’t a 9-5, and it’s not something that’s easy to leave at the front step.

After having a bit to decompress he's finally returned, having just closed the front door. He finished unlacing his combat boots and putting them beside your own shoes, as you shuffled off to get him something to drink after already tackling him. You had nearly jumped on him the moment you hear his key hit the lock, feeling him mumble a surprised but happy greeting against your lips.

Leaning over he goes to pick his pack back up off the ground to move it, but it either gets hooked on something, or the fabric finally gives. Either way the contents then spill out all over the floor, from clothing to whatever else he has stuffed inside.

"Damn it! You fucking piece of-"

The stream of swears he lets out makes you nearly winge, between about how he's going to damn the thing to Hell or set it ablaze. Either or. You try not to smile and quickly go to help him clean up the mess of his belongings that's now scattered all over the floor. You shoo his hands back a bit.

"Here, let me help, instead of you yelling about trying to set it all on fire."

König quickly stops what he was doing, and watches as you come closer. He looks confused for a moment, brow furrowed as if trying to see if you’re just being silly, or got lucky guessing what he was saying.

“...Did you understand me?” He experimentally says; As If in disbelief. You can’t help but smile and respond back.

“Are you surprised?” You cover your mouth and laugh, while cringing.

"Oh god my accent must be terrible, I haven't spoken it to anything other than the-" König bursts up from his awkward squat on the ground and wraps his arms under the crease of your bottom, lifting you off the ground. "-Wall!" Your arms wrap around his neck trying to keep yourself upright while he eagerly kisses your cheek. Over and over again, until it’s nearly red.

"Meine Liebe you sound perfect, how long have you been keeping this from me?" In any other context he probably would've been upset you were keeping secrets from him, especially big ones, but he seems too happy with the outcome to even care.

"A couple months. Long enough that I was scared you might catch me." The idea of him 'catching' you seems to make him laugh, but he still refuses to put you down.

"You made my terrible day so much better, I hope you know." He gives you another kiss this time on the lips, made easier from you being lifted to his height. Your arms snake loosely around shoulders as you giggle against his mouth, fingers tangling in his messy, soft hair. He's long since abandoned his mess on the ground at his feet, finally putting you down only to awkwardly bend over with you and kiss you again. His lips feel soft against yours and his hands cup your jaw so gently, before his lips leave yours with a soft pop.

"I hope you know you don't have to do this for me, liebling."

His eyes are tired from spending so long awake, hair messy and unkempt. You know the moment the excitement is all over he's just going to want to take a nap.

"I know, but I wanted to." You awkwardly try to hug him around the shoulders. "You're dedicated to helping me now, though." König lets out a quiet laugh.

"Of course, but can we take a nap first?" He always says we, as even though you're probably not tired in the slightest, he quietly hopes you'll join him for his own piece of mind. You help him sleep better, he confessed one night.

"Go lay down; I'll pick this all up." Listening to you he leans up to his full height and sluggishly walks off, retreating to your bedroom as you pick up his belongings. You stuff them all in the bag for him to go through himself later, before you follow and find him already face down on the mattress. He barely even bothered to change; Only his trousers are swapped to something more comfortable.

The moment you climb onto the bed with him he's trying to drag you into his arms, wrapping them tight around you and tugging you close to his body like some sort of stuffed animal. He feels so warm, your hands softly laying against his back.

You hear him mumble sleepily; Something about you being his little 'stuffed bear', before he's out like a light.

[starsurface]

i know i already requested something, but can i still ask for fujin and tomas with a sick toddler regressor? im not sick myself. but ive been hhaving nosebleeds for 3 days and im tired,, just wanna be held by them 🔮

Oh please, request as much as you like!! I love receiving requests!! <3

WARNING: Blood mention (nosebleeds)

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CG Fujin w/ Sick Toddler Regressor Hcs

☁️ Gods don’t get sick, and it takes a lot to make them even feel somewhat icky

☁️ But Fujin knows Mortals can get sick very easily, and knows many ways to treat them

☁️ But his baby being sick? That’s just an outrage!! >:(

☁️ Your usually so giggle, or energetic, or wanting to play or watch tv

☁️ And now your bed bound, sniffling and whining about how bad you feel :(

☁️ He very calm about your nose bleeds, helping you pinch the bridge of your nose and holding your tissue, although does ask the Monks if your dying (you aren’t, it’s from sickness and most likely weather change, he’s just worried)

☁️ He’ll do that cold spoon trick on your back (My Momma would do it when I had nosebleeds), he’s not sure if it really works, but he’s just trying different ways to stop the bleeding

☁️ If your get blood anywhere, he’ll focus on that later, and gently shut any bad thoughts about you ‘making a mess’

☁️ You didn’t make a mess, sweetheart, sometimes nosebleeds are super unexpected and heavy, and if he needs to, he’ll just boy you a new shirt, there’s nothing wrong <3

☁️ Back onto sick hcs, he’ll try to get you outside

☁️ Nature (and cuddles) are the best medicine, so he’ll carry you outside and you two will lay on a blankie

☁️ Although if you’re feeling really sick, he’s not going to force you out of bed, he’ll just tuck you in and sit beside you

☁️ In fact, he’s by your side the entire time!! Raiden can take some of his jobs right now, he has to focus on his baby

☁️ And if he reeeeally has to leave, he’ll have one of his medics, or Nightwolf, Raiden, Liu Kang, or Kung Lao, come watch after you

☁️ He’ll play with some soft toys or non loud things, he doesn’t want your head to hurt more than it does

☁️ He’s weary about you watching too much tv while small

☁️ Too much screen time won’t help you feel better physically, but if you really wanna watch tv, he’s not going to stop you

☁️ The best part about Fujin is that he can’t get sick!! Which means, you can get sickness cuddles without getting him sick!! :D

☁️ He’s wary cuddling you though :\

☁️ Not that he doesn’t want to!! He just doesn’t want you to feel suffocated or something similar

☁️ He’ll make you tea and put it in your favorite sippy cup!! (If you don’t like tea, prepare for a bunch of water)

☁️ ^ No sugary drinks!! Your trying to get better, and Fujin’s not going to get you get worse by accident (Milk is allowed, especially warm milk)

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CG Tomas w/ Sick Toddler Regressor Hcs

💨 He’s the only Lin Kuei brother that can get sick, but it’s super hard

💨 Has an amazing immune system!! He can be around multiple sick people, and still not catch anything

💨 . . . You not so much, and now Tomas feels really bad about your situation

💨 Where’d his bouncy baby go? Where’s the running around the house or asking if he can play? 🥺

💨 He’s also calm about nosebleeds, but it does make him much more worry (he’s just worried about your health)

💨 If it’s something from stuff like weather change or dry climate or such, he’s very gentle about it, helping you hold a tissue and trying to find ways to stop it

💨 Don’t feel bad if your get blood anywhere!!! Nosebleeds can be very scary and unexpected sometimes, he’ll clean your shirt and wash up later

💨 He doesn’t want you to deal or be uspet about any mess accidently made anyways, it’s not your fault you feel icky and it happened, please don’t blame yourself <3

💨 Back onto your sickness, you are not getting out of bed >:(

💨 No ifs! No buts! Nothing! You are laying there until you feel better, period.

💨 He’ll also limit screen time!! >:O

💨 ^ He’s not trying to be mean, he just knows too much screen time while sick won’t help you get better :\

💨 Although if you give him big puppy eyes, or a really horsey cough, he’ll let you watch more tv, he’s not insainly mean

💨 But he’ll focus on more playing with toys or easy puzzles

💨 Mostly soft, fuzzy toys, but he’ll allow some music ones (none too loud though, your sick and teeeeechnically should be asleep . . . But Bi-Han doesn’t have to know)

💨 Tomas is a busy man, so he can’t constantly be by your side

💨 But he doesn’t leave you alone!! If he’s not there, then Kuai Liang or Bi-Han will watch you

💨 Or Harumi!! She’s very good with sick babies

💨 You don’t need to ask for cuddles, he’s already holding and cradling you

💨 Making sure you’re okay and warm, or that you're getting enough kisses and squeezes

💨 It’s to the point that you expect him to get sick too!! But there’s a 2/10 chance of that happening, so he makes sure to spoil you

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I hope these are chill, they're a bit focused more on your being sick than you being small and sick. <3

Also i hope you feel better!!!! I use to get a bunch of nosebleeds as a kid, and they're never fun. :(

^ Sending loves and cuddles!!!! 🤟 🫂

[calliecwrites]

Shifter HRT, part 4 – First Changes (2 Months)

It’s happening! Slowly – but surely. I noticed the first small changes over the last few weeks. And, despite obsessively checking myself for changes every day, I found the first thing completely by accident.

I don’t bleed anymore. I nicked my finger while cooking, and nothing happened. Eventually there was a little blob of red goo there, but it wasn’t watery like blood, and after a while it seeped back into the wound. That’s what my blood is like now. It kinda makes sense that it would be the first thing to change, since it’s already liquid, and it’s what’s carrying the shifterising hormone around my body. I can’t feel it, I can’t control it, but knowing that I’ve got goo in my veins (what a thing to say) is weirdly validating. All those pills I’ve been taking are actually doing something! And I’d swear the cut healed faster than usual – though that might just be me seeing things where there aren’t any.

Speaking of seeing, my eyesight is changing. Or, maybe not the sight itself, but what my brain is doing with it. I’m noticing details more. It’s like how, sometimes, after meditation, I feel like I’m seeing things more as they are, rather than seeing what I expect to see. I imagine it’s what it’s like for an artist studying something they want to draw. Except now it’s happening spontaneously, and more intensely. For a moment, I can look at a tree and take in the whole thing at once, every leaf and branch, and remember it. It’s intermittent – more often than not I’m still seeing things the old human way – but it’s happening enough to notice.

Everyone always says shifters have a really good eye for detail. In all the human stories where shifters are monsters, that’s how they’re able to imitate and replace people so easily (assuming they don’t just absorb them, which also often ends up happening in those stories). I think this must be the start of it.

Some patches of skin feel different, too. There’s one on my leg, one on my stomach, and another on my back. They look the same, but the texture is slightly different, and I can tell where they are even without touching them. If I really focus, I can make them feel just a bit softer and squishier than normal flesh. Not quite like goo, not yet, but definitely different. I’m thinking these will be the first parts to turn fluid, eventually.

And one more thing: I bought one of those shifter art things. Maybe you’ve seen them? – a little bowl full of goo, with a button on the side that you twiddle to change the goo into different shapes. Or, maybe ‘putty’ is a better word – it’s a bit like wet clay that doesn’t dry. It’s a sculpting toy, basically – that shifters invented. I’ve wanted one for years, but never dared, because someone might see it and… guess what was going on in my head? Who am I kidding? – no one is going to see that and think maybe you want to be a shifter! If they even noticed it, they’d take one look, think that’s a funny little thing, and move on. Paranoia is… well. I don’t think paranoia is too strong a word for it. Everything I did had to be checked against would this make people suspect?, and that overrode everything else. Any sign had to be hidden at all costs. I still didn’t dare buy it in a shop – I ordered it online – but now it’s here, sitting on my shelf, and so far no one has called me a monster. I don’t think anyone’s even noticed.

Right now it’s in the very rough shape of a dragon. Well, OK, so it’s basically a blob with two little blobs that kinda maybe could be wings… and looks more like a mushroom… what you can do with the button is very limited! But the real appeal of these is that once I can turn fluid, I’ll be able to flow into it, mix with the putty, and sculpt it from the inside using my own shapeshifting ability. It’s no wonder shifters love these things. Some of the pictures I’ve seen online are amazing – almost as amazing as what they can do with their own bodies. What I’ll be able to do, eventually.

And so that’s it! Two months, and things changing already! I’m still taking my human hormones – I’ll have to keep doing that for a while – and I still haven’t told anyone (ugh, don’t want to think about that), but for only having been on this for such a short time, things couldn’t be better!

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[klausysworld]

Okay, so can you please write something with yander Reader and little Klaus, please?

Yandere!Reader with Little!Klaus Head Cannons:

Klaus was an adorable submissive. He was sweet and soft. He grew clingier and…well littler.

He was with me so often, and so when he wasn’t it was odd. I found myself calling him, needing to know he was okay. Seeing how vulnerable he was with me was somewhat worrying, what if he got hurt?-physically or emotionally.

So I found ways to keep him with me. Whether it was lying to him about the time, stealing and hiding his phone or introducing him to md/lb.

Once he managed to consciously slip into little space it was much easier to also have him do it subconsciously. He was rarely ‘grown up’ anymore.

And when he wasn’t in little space I was able to coax him into it.

I watched over him as his paintings grew more childish, the bright colours coming into play in contrast to his blood reds and greys.

His choice is food and drinks changed, he no longer longed for a glass of scotch, instead he would sit and ask for his juice or his milkshakes.

His hands often became more fiddly, I got him twisty toys to mess with. It easily distracted him and calmed him down.

Holding him ‘hostage’ in my arms and telling him he was too little to be going out today always had him snuggling back up.

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“Mommy I promised I would be at this gala” he whined, his nose in my neck as he wriggled beneath me.

“No Nik, you’re my little baby, you don’t get to leave” I murmured tiredly “go back to sleep now”

“Noo, I’m not sleepy” he whined

“Shh” I stroked his hair “just snuggle with mommy” I whispered

“Can I get my cuddles later?”

“Bunny, I need your cuddles now” i whispered and he stopped wiggling, his nose pushing into my neck

“You need me too mommy?” He asked shyly and I leant up on my elbows to smile down at him

“ ‘Course I do” i whispered and he smiled back at me before agreeing to stay with me for the rest of the day

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Niklaus was always feeling bad when he was needy so knowing that I needed him too normally made him happy and little again.

Giving him something small to make him feel wanted was always another great way to bring him closer.

A new paint set, some softer clothes to keep him comfortable and feeling small.

Helping him light candles, ensuring he doesn’t burn his fingers despite his healing abilities.

And on occasions he did ever get hurt, I made sure to bandage him up even if the cuts would go away, to make him feel weaker, more reliant on me. Until he began to forget he could heal himself, his mind rejecting the power

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Klaus cane running in, his hand bleeding and his eyes teary.

I stood up quickly and hurried over, his hand not healing

“What happened angel?” I asked worriedly

“It was an accident” he whimpered and I nodded

“Okay, come on, let me fix you up hm?” I brought him over to the sofa and brought out the first aid kit, cleaning his wound and wrapping it up

“Better nik?” I asked and he nodded with a small, shy smile.

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He often represses his hybrid side when he’s little. Though sometimes his wolf side comes out and he gets all snuggly, his wolf regressing with him and becoming a pup again.

His nose would hide in my chest and he would whine softly for attention.

And I always gave it to him, anything to have him stay with me.

[notmaverick]

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 Kenshi Takahashi AU: “Never yours"

PART 1

Warnings: Dark, Killing, Arrange Marriage, Rape, Yakuza!Kenshi Takahashi, Slave!Fem Reader, Porn, MDNI, Kenshi is a little mean here, choking, slapping, Usage of Y/N And L/N (THIS APPLIES IN THE WHOLE FIC)

Let me know if I missed anything!

Author's note: This is a dark fic, I'm trying my best to make it accurate to a Yakuza situation stuff, so please if you want me to change something in the fic feel free to request anything! I'm also gonna credit you at the end of the fic.

Summary: Your parents are part of a Yakuza. One they, They decided to part ways from the Yakuza, since they wanted to live a normal life, Kenshi's father wanted them to stay and have their protection, your parents refused, leading to your parents death.

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You were once born in a wealthy family, But since your parents died due to an ‘Accident’ all your parents' money and hard work went to their partners, which is The Yakuza.

You begged your aunt's to keep you and you promised them that you'll work for them in any kind of job so the Yakuza wouldn't take you in, your aunt refused as the Yakuza told them not to, payed them money to not to talk with anyone about the ‘accident’, but the truth is…The Yakuza killed your parents, they didn't agree on something and killed them by a car accident, since then you've been a slave and a prostitute to the yakuza’s.

You felt disgusted, you saw yourself in the mirror as you cried, Thinking that you should've died with your parents.

It's been years since they died, you can't go out into the real world because you've been stuck with gang men, One day two gang members came in your chamber blindfolding you and tying your hands on the back so you couldn't move or fight them, they brought you into a nice looking office that you haven't been in before, you wonder if they'll set you free or sell you to other Yakuza members.

You saw a tall man with a tattoo on his hands all the way up, wearing a nice black suit sitting across the room, smoking his cigarettes. The man spoke, “Is that L/N’s daughter?” he asked, “Yes, Boss.” The other gang member said, “Leave.” The man stood up from his seat walking towards you slowly as the two gang members left the room.

“The name's Kenshi Takahashi.” He extended his hands, offering for a hand shake. You frowned as you looked at his hands, “I don't do handshakes to thugs-” “Aren't you one of those thugs?” he chuckled, “C’mon at least let me know you're name.” He said grinning down at you as he close the gap between the two of you, “Y/N” “hmm, Y/N, have a seat, we have something to discuss.” “Can I say ‘No’?” He grins, “Only if you wish to suffer.” He pushed you down to seat at the couch beside you, “I'll be quick here, I have an offer for you.” “it's a No,” he chuckled, “Just hear me out you little fuck.” He cupped your chin harshly, “It's for your freedom and my Reputation, if you don't help me, I'm gonna kill you myself, understand?” You nodded, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes, “You're pathetic!” You tried to push him but he's too strong, “Pathetic? You can't even fight back.” He chuckled as he turned around to grab a drink. As he pours some whiskey to his glass you found an opportunity to run and punch him, as he turned around you punched him straight, he stumbled leaving his drink spilled on his clothes, he grins touching his lips as you made it bleed, “that was good, Y/N I'll give that to you.” He smirked as you got scared of what you've done, “I'm sorry- i-” he pushed you making you stumble on the ground, “sometimes girls like you should behave.” He chuckled as he pins you down.

He says something in your ear, “Are you going to hear me out about my offer or I'll-” you cut him off, “Ok! I'm sorry-” you begged as you felt tears run down on your cheeks, he grins, “Good girl, Y/N.” he says as he whispers something, “So, about that offer, I need to be with me, a marriage.” “Are you crazy! Why would I want myself to marry someone who's involved with the killing of my parents!” You screamed at him and he just chuckled, “They deserve it, Y/N. Your parents don't deserve you, but I do.” he looked you in the eyes, “Whether you like it or not, we'll be together.” he smirks as he kissed your neck all the way up to your jaw, “please…stop-” you protest, “you're mine, Y/N, all mine, Understand?” He stopped waiting for your answer, he choked you lightly, “Do I have to hurt you just to say ‘yes’ to me, hmm?” Tears started to form in your eyes, “No- please- I'll do anything…” “See, You're a good girl already for me, Y/N.” He chuckled as he stood up grinning down at you, “Meet me here at 10:00, I have something for you.” he said helping you up, “Why-” he cuts you off with a kiss.

His lips are soft, he smells like cigarettes, Good one though. The way his tongue brushes your lips, the way he kisses you harshly, you can't help but to fall for him.

You moaned on his lips, groaning as he stole the moans from you. He pulled away from the kiss as he went to the door and opened it, “I'll see you later, Y/N.” he says as he went out.

You scoffed at yourself as the two gang members who escorted you earlier went inside and escorted you out, without blindfolding nor tying you up, “There's a room ready for you, Ms. Y/N” you went inside a room, a big room with a big bed, lots of luxurious clothes and materials.

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I'll post part 2 later or tomorrow! I'm having difficulties of writing the second part😞

[idolofm4dness]

I'm currently in the middle of writing about Ninjago au. Centering the relationship between Lloyd and Harumi has a strong chokehold on me that I can't believe. I betrayed myself by shipping them with the rest of the ninjas and testing Lloyd about his crush. Its was a slap in the face. She was the villain of the second season. I was shipping them hard even though I have a love-hate relationship with shipping myself.

Bleeding Hearts au -

What if Lloyd and Harumi had a final fight where Lloyd, because of the saying "beware the anger of a good man times 100," confronts Harumi about her actions. Harumi gets her own version of the cave and now has a scene where Lloyd makes her see the pain she has caused. He points out all the people she hurt with the destruction of the Jade Palace, how she only focused on the king and queen, but her plan killed others who were innocent. He mentions that the people of Ninjago asking her if their praise Garmadon, and how, as saviors of Ninjago, people are living in fear as they know they're imprisoning people who should be against them. A protector is supposed to bring hope, not fear. Also, he is angry at her and the Sons of Garmadon.

He Agree with her about his father being a savior. He did it twice. As the great devour attack, he too saw him as a savior, but saw the good in him when he sacrificed himself to repent for what he did when he was evil, basically. They see what they did as disrespectful.

He's done playing nice with that girl, and I really want him to put on the mask of hatred, or else we'll have more glimpses of his oni side, showing that he hates her just as much. In her diary, it's explained that he seemed to care for her, but he talks about how she destroyed two people, Hutchins and him, who actually loved and cared about her. Let's be real, I love Lloyd, but sometimes I feel like he's too passive. He needs to go apeshit once in a while because the villains mess with him too much, and at some point, they're going to realize that they should stop mentally torturing him. He basically becomes her villain in a way. They say he was mostly inspired by a piece of fan art where Lloyd is a manifestation of Harumi's guilt. Also, he actually does try to rebuild his relationship with Garmadon.

My second AU is inspired by Revue Starlight. Funny enough, I've actually finished writing the first chapter for this one. In this AU, the two main characters are essentially like Karen and Hikari, but with a twist - they have bad blood and attend rival schools. In this version, they actually meet as children in a gift shop, where they both see the same play and quickly become friends, promising to become actors together like in the anime. I'm still working out the details, though. I haven't figured out Harumi's relationship with Lloyd in this AU because, unlike in the show, he isn't responsible for killing her parents. Her parents died in a car accident, which doesn't really involve Lloyd at all, so I don't know why she's so angry at him. I don't have much else planned for it, but I really like this idea. I was actually inspired to write this while re-watching some Revue Starlight revues, specifically the revue of the hunting. Is this is Anime is like figure out your problems via song. I feel their relationship is much better in this version and they actually do forgive each other.

if you guys wanna give me some suggestions, I like it to give us some suggestions of some revue titles.

[fayewoods-2]

TW Self harm, child abuse Uh so I think you guys might wanna know how the meeting with the counsellors went. Basically I went in, they explained how this was gonna work, and I explained what had been happening, telling them all the stuff you guys said may be abuse (which they agree that it is), they told me about a few helplines, asked if any of my relatives could help (they couldnt/wouldnt), and spoke about what they would do. I also spoke to them about my concerns of what I was doing to myself. I havent mentioned this before because I KNOW its bad, and i dont want you guys worrying me, but ive been deliberately starving myself, and I deliberately try to hurt myself sometimes, but in ways I could pass off as an accident. Scratching the skin of my wrist until it bleeds and passing it off as a scratch (I think its scarred now), digging my nails into my hands and other sharp objects too... basically anything I can do without making myself bleed too much. They said they understood why I would be doing it, and they would help me the best they can. Thank you so much for all those who've helped me realise what my parents have been doing to me all my life is wrong. I love you all. (People who have been involved and might wanna know: @gobodegoblin, @drewpdrop, @monsterfucker-research-wizard, @good-wizard)

[words-by-ann]

ill say this once and only once

i’ll paralyse you and blame you for not running away. and i’ll cut myself by accident and scream at you even though you made me a sheath. i turn into my father every opportunity i get, and ill blame that on you too. i don’t know what to do with myself, because i fear to even imagine what would happen if i blame myself for one more thing. sometimes, more often than i’d like to admit, i wonder for hours if i would’ve turned out better if i never met him, before the guilt suffocates me into sleep. i am a mosaic of the worst parts of my bloodline. every organ in my body has breathed the oxygen carried by the very thing that makes me theirs. i also wonder if i bleed myself dry, will i be lighter? will i be better? let’s not bring my mother into this too, because i cry when i think of her. they say i resemble her uncannily. i think the only thing we share is her sadness. i’m sorry but you’re in the wrong. that’s the only way things will be right.

[spookedeadfish]

Trick or treat!

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids -- and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination -- indeed, everything and anything except me. Nor is my invisibility exactly a matter of a bio-chemical accident to my epidermis. That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact. A matter of the construction of their inner eyes, those eyes with which they look through their physical eyes upon reality. I am not complaining, nor am I protesting either. It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves. Then too, you're constantly being bumped against by those of poor vision. Or again, you often doubt if you really exist. You wonder whether you aren't simply a phantom in other people's minds. Say, a figure in a nightmare which the sleeper tries with all his strength to destroy. It's when you feel like this that, out of resentment, you begin to bump people back. And, let me confess, you feel that way most of the time. You ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world, that you're a part of all the sound and anguish, and you strike out with your fists, you curse and you swear to make them recognize you. And, alas, it's seldom successful. One night I accidentally bumped into a man, and perhaps because of the near darkness he saw me and called me an insulting name. I sprang at him, seized his coat lapels and demanded that he apologize. He was a tall blond man, and as my face came close to his he looked insolently out of his blue eyes and cursed me, his breath hot in my face as he struggled. I pulled his chin down sharp upon the crown of my head, butting him as I had seen the West Indians do, and I felt his flesh tear and the blood gush out, and I yelled, "Apologize! Apologize!" But he continued to curse and struggle, and I butted him again and again until he went down heavily, on his knees, profusely bleeding. I kicked him repeatedly, in a frenzy because he still uttered insults though his lips were frothy with blood. Oh yes, I kicked him! And in my outrage I got out my knife and prepared to slit his throat, right there beneath the lamplight in the deserted street, holding him by the collar with one hand, and opening the knife with my teeth -- when it occurred to me that the man had not seen me, actually; that he, as far as he knew, was in the midst of a walking nightmare! And I stopped the blade, slicing the air as I pushed him away, letting him fall back to the street. I stared at him hard as the lights of a car stabbed through the darkness. He lay there, moaning on the asphalt; a man almost killed by a phantom. It unnerved me. I was both disgusted and ashamed. I was like a drunken man myself, wavering about on weakened legs. Then I was amused. Something in this man's thick head had sprung out and beaten him within an inch of his life. I began to laugh at this crazy discovery. Would he have awakened at the point of death? Would Death himself have freed him for wakeful living? But I didn't linger. I ran away into the dark, laughing so hard I feared I might rupture myself. The next day I saw his picture in the Daily News, beneath a caption stating that he had been "mugged." Poor fool, poor blind fool, I thought with sincere compassion, mugged by an invisible man!

here's your candy :)

[0-crow-carnival-0]

Your woy OC's are so pretty neat, got any LORE™

Yeah, I do have lore! Only 3 of them have lore so far and I've been procrastinating on giving the other ones lore.

(Just gonna put the "keep reading" thing here)

Here's the lore for Zeki, Dino, and Noir. A lot of it was rushed because I just wanted to get it all out of my head, just throw it in the pot and hope it works so I apologize if some things don't make sense. (I'm just gonna copy paste it here). Ps: I don't consider myself good at making lore so yeah...

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—Zeki

Zeki tends to sometimes have a condescending tone in the way he speaks when around strangers depending on how they present themselves in front of him, pretending to care even though he doesn't, he only shows care to those he has known more often or to his friends. Some don't know too much about him, when people ask him about the staples on his mouth, he just comes up with an excuse and calls it a freak accident, nor do people know about his family, not even Zeki himself knows. The food Zeki eats is somewhat normal, but sometimes when he feels like it, he goes after an alien or someone of his own kind and eats them leaving nothing but bones, which his slit mouth becomes useful, you can say Zeki may be a bit of a cannibal. The reason for his slit mouth was him getting himself into some unknown business he had no part in causing him to get tormented in the process while being told that he should smile more often. Zeki did manage to escape that situation with a bunch of bruises and a sliced up mouth which did bleed a lot. Now in present time, he lives in a mansion with guards and everything on a planet filled with crime prone cities and slightly more peaceful small towns, still a cannibal that most people label as a psycho, Zeki, sitting on his throne, always wonders how he got here alive while smoking.

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—Dimo

For some part of his life, he grew up with sweet parents until he bit his mother, it was supposed to be his way of showing love but it ended up killing her, Dimo couldn't control his venom at the time so he was always confused as to why his mother died. After she died, the father started lashing out on him, constantly picking on his body and saying how he would never be as pretty as anyone else which led to Dimo having scars on his body growing up, it's already bad enough that they all had to hide in a cave so they didn't get murdered, the cure was probably out there but they wouldn't be able to get it. After so many years of dealing with his father, Dimo finally escapes, sneaking out of the cave and avoiding any strangers that were around. Now in present time, he snacks on fruits and small creatures he can find by using his webs to capture them, the strangers were scared of him at first but then they've gotten used to his presence. It was finally about time he left the cave, no home, but it's better than living with his father, the one who secretly had an unhealthy obsession with his own wife and projected his anger onto Dimo. He's free but still struggles to do basic things sometimes, mostly communication, so maybe one day he'll get better.

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—Noir

A known old legend who was said to have died from a monster in the vast desert, comes back to continue his adventure of rebellion against a rotting city's dystopian laws, separating other aliens into factions based on their overall character, on a planet where it is mostly sand, and a little bit of forest here and there. Living in a harsh society was difficult for Noir as a child, surviving on scraps of food that the more appreciated factions wouldn't eat, but he managed. The only thing keeping him from going insane in all of those years was his family, who loved him for his bravery and thankful for the things he has done for them while their father was gone. Years later, they were finally sent to the sorting auditorium, while his family was sent to the faction of the kind, he was sent to the faction of the fierce. After giving his family kisses and hugs goodbye, Noir left to go to his faction's area. Several decades later, he was skilled and trained into being a gun slinger, wielding a .45 Long Colt revolver on his side. As he was sneaking around, he heard some of the leaders of their factions talking about having exterminations of the factionless, especially having it as a law that if you were without a faction, you will be killed, even if you are a child. This struck a nerve in Noir, which led him later on and into the present time to cease any plans the leaders would make against anyone they didn't approve of.

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Unnecessary info dump here:

The whole staples/piercings thing with Zeki was because of some character in a Japanese horror(idk? I looked it up on Wikipedia) manga/film adaptation called Ichi the Killer(don't watch it if you're not used to excessive violence or cruelty) and one of the characters called Kakihara had the cool staples/piercings on his mouth so I just decided to give him that.

Idk what inspired me to make Dimo but the more I look at his hair, it slowly starts to remind me of Panty Anarchy's hair(yes, the blonde bitch from PASWG).

For Noir? I just thought that the cowboy theme would be cool, I guess Rattlesnake Jake may have come into play while making him but not really. Also, the lore was inspired by the book/movie series Divergent so yeah, there's that.

[daisychainsandbowties]

I love your writing. I love how vulnerable you allow the characters to be. I love how you make ugly things beautiful and pretty things holy and reverent. I am extremely thankful for you and all that you do.

But I'm curious:

Are there any writers/works that you would say have had an influence on your style?

crying and crying. honestly yes! ugliness is very beautiful to me it’s very human & vulnerable & good to be ugly & i think life tends to be very imperfect & messy but we can be very beautiful (and yes, holy) inside of it.

hmm so first thing is that i’m mostly a poet & i came to that in my usual way which was deciding one day to teach myself how to Poetry. i figured it could not be very different from math and lo & behold it was not very different from math

i grew up using recitation of poems as a calming technique so those certainly influenced how cadence occurs to me, patterns of language (some poems were as gaeilge). some of the poems i memorised growing up were Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen; Ode to a Nightingale by Keats; a whole bunch of Dickinson & especially Persimmons by Li Young Lee. the waste land by ts eliot too. i did adore shakespeare & how easy it was to commit to memory in iambic pentameter.

but then when i was 16 i decided to ‘git good’ at poetry (i was, in fact, very bad at it for many years to come) so i picked up Ariel by Plath & a load of Anne Sexton. Richard Siken too. and i read those books about 50 times each. could never read them too many times.

realised that poetry should be kind of like eating good food or having good sex. an experience that bears repeating.

so yes Sexton & Siken especially i think are explicitly influential to my style. also recently have learned a lot from Ocean Vuong (Night Sky With Exit Wounds but also please read ‘Not Even This’. listen to Ocean perform it) oh & also very recently impressed with Hull by Xan Phillips, & Danez Smith’s ‘don’t call us dead.’

language was made for puncturing & those poets know how to turn a sentence, a stanza, a turning of thought into a lung collapse, a harpoon.

i do firmly believe that it’s pointless to mimic style. it can happen that other words bleed into yours but it should be an accident, like the mirroring of language that forms the basis of so many interpersonal movements. language IS an exchange but we all bring something to the table.

& again it’s food - personal and cultural and loving and it’s about need and want and desire and death (food & death so tenderly intertwined in so many cultures). so i think reading good writing lends you instinct; the ability to look at what you make and know if it is good or at least true and therefore ‘getting there’ and therefore beautiful in the attempt regardless of imperfection.

i believe in purple prose and also Just Saying Things & i really think (i teach creative writing sometimes at uni) that i can bring out beautiful writing from anyone. it’s not always about skill it’s about heart, and then skill creeps up on you. i can always tell when someone is just performing writing and when someone has a story to tell.

so like!! the #1 thing that has influenced me is learning to love the way that writing makes me feel (powerful, stupid, profound, unoriginal, death-defying, mortal). i think reading so so much & just internalising different language-textures helps a bunch! i get so much inspiration from reading textbooks, wikipedia articles, random journals & i think poetry even if you are not & don’t wanna be a poet is very good at showing you the bones and sinews and connective tissue of meaning.

i am also so influenced by sci-fi & fantasy. particularly the Book of the Ancestor by Mark Lawrence (more gay nuns lmao) & N.K. Jemisin with The Broken Earth trilogy. 'the slow regard of silent things' specifically by Patrick Rothfuss (not a person to learn pacing from but astounding at sentence-level). also i am very influenced recently by This Is How You Lose The Time War. as a kid by Garth Nix (particularly Lirael, Sabriel) & artemis fowl.

of course on that note it’s usually the non-literature things that inspire actual writing from me. it’s principles in physics or math or thinking about Voyager 1 or philosophical questions that actually produce the sort of rabid pursuit of meaning that writing is. truly immersing in curiosity is an excellent way to approach making art. it's about reaching out & touching for a moment the fabric of everything - & you might find it is wet & sticky or dry and dusty or soft or that it hurts your hands to touch, but the chasing of meaning is worth it, & making meaning is divine.

i hope that is (somewhat) of an answer

[courtneygacha]

First Priority

Tw: Needles, deep wound, blood, sewing their own wound (detailed), ER visit

“Caretaker doesn’t have to know…” Whumpee shuddered when they held the needle closer to their wound. They sliced their hand open while making dinner for the two of them.

Unfortunately, this wouldn’t be the first time something like this has happened… Whumpee was very accident prone. They were in a lot of pain, but they didn’t want to bother Caretaker. They were at work and couldn’t just drop everything and come help them. Whumpee had to be independent sometimes. Stitching their wound shut themselves was really the only way, especially since Whumpee couldn’t drive themselves to an Urgent Care while they were bleeding out their hand.

Whumpee winced loudly in pain when they finally got the courage to stick the needle into their skin. They closed their eyes shut but that didn’t make the pain go away.

We did this to ourselves, Whumpee thought as they pulled the thread back out. We’ve started, we might as well finish.

The next 30-ish minutes were ungodly painful, as Whumpee had no medical skills and therefore did not let their bleeding stop before trying to stitch their cut. Blood was all over themselves and the tile.

Whumpee was halfway through this process when their door alarm jingled letting them know Caretaker was home.

“I’m home!” They called out.

“J-Just a second!” Whumpee said before crying out in pain again.

They did a terrible job and missed their would several times because they couldn’t see through the blood and pain. The heard footsteps on the floor and knew Caretaker was coming. They weren’t done but they needed to clean this up and hide the evidence.

Whumpee was scrambling to clean it all up. The needle was still in their skin and the thread was dangling from their hand.

Caretaker knocked on the bathroom door, “Whumpee? You okay?”

Whumpee wrapped up the wound as quickly as they could and shoved everything into the cabinet. They couldn’t ignore the pain that the needle gave when it stabbed their hand. They swore and Caretaker heard them.

“Whumpee?” They asked again.

“I’m okay, just a… stomach ache.” Whumpee said through gritted teeth as they pulled the needle out from under their bandages. It tugged at their stitches and caused them a lot of pain. They cried out again and the bathroom door opened.

Of course, Whumpee forgot to lock it.

Caretaker was horrified. Whumpee didn’t blame them, the bathroom looked like a crime scene.

“Oh god, Whumpee what happened?!” Caretaker ushered themselves to Whumpee and they tried to hide their hand from Caretaker. It did not work. Caretaker saw their bleeding hand half-wrapped and begged Whumpee to let them look at it.

“Just… promise you won’t freak out?” They said.

Caretaker nodded, “I promise, but please let me see if you’re okay.”

Whumpee complied and gave them their hand. Caretaker turned pale seeing the massacre and the terrible job Whumpee did with sewing their hand shut. They used a sewing needle, for starters.

Caretaker didn’t say another word before they grabbed Whumpee and shoved them into their car.

“Where are we going?!” Whumpee panicked.

“To the ER.”

“W-Why not an Urgent Care?!”

“Urgent Care can’t fix that! It’s too deep!” Caretaker said as they started driving. They reached and opened the glove box, pulling out several napkins.

“Put pressure on it so the bleeding stops and you don’t die from blood loss.”

Whumpee took the bandages and scoffed, “I’m not gonna die from blood loss because of a cut…”

“If that doesn’t kill you infection might!” Caretaker said. “Or I will! Why didn’t you call me?”

Whumpee swallowed, “I didn’t want to bother you while you were at work. I thought I could handle it myself.”

“Whumpee, you are my first priority. If you get hurt I will stop what I’m doing to help you because I care about you.” Caretaker said.

Whumpee just stared at their bleeding hand.

“Please, will you call me next time you get hurt like this?”

Whumpee sighed, “Okay.”

They calmly walked into the ER and got their hand properly fixed. The stitching still hurt like hell, but it was a little easier to bear with Caretaker by their side. They got bandaged up and taken home.

“How did you hurt yourself in the first place?” Caretaker asked when they arrived back home.

“I-I tried to make soup for us because I know you like it…” Whumpee said. After the talk they had in the car, Whumpee thought it was stupid the way they handled that situation. They had no medical knowledge, what made them think they could sew their hand? They were a little embarrassed.

Caretaker took their un-injured hand and held it. “Do you want to just order something instead?”

“Yes please” Whumpee said.

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[1983ram]

LH1983:RAM Episode 1 - Pilot

Summary: Rue places her first call and tries not to worry Bridget as she explains her situation.

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

We hear the crunching of boots on snow as RUE, a truck driver with gray hair wearing bulky winter clothes over her bulky frame, steps out of her RIG. She takes a second to breathe in the cool snowy air and then puts a cigarette to her lips, puffing on it a few times before heading towards a payphone booth across the road. 

She doesn’t look both ways, not because of the lack of cars, or the fact that everyone seems to have disappeared overnight. RUE simply has faith in the road.

INT. PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT

Once she has paid the required 25 cents, she hits the numbers with more force than necessary, causing the booth to shudder slightly. We hear the dial tone, it goes on for a long while, until finally–

BRIDGET (quiet, audibly smiling) Hi, you’ve reached Bridget and Rue, unfortunately neither of us can come to the phone right now so leave your message after the beep!

There's a long beep, a long sigh from RUE.

RUE Hey Bridge, I- uh… I just finished a job and I’m heading back home, hopefully you get this… I guess I really should head back since something seems to have happened to everybody. 

I mean… even the guy I had to take the parts to, the uh… the dude with the glasses and the fancy suit, he wasn’t even at the office, it was just an empty building! And he- he seemed like he lived there.

(Thoughtful) You think the rapture happened or something? Sorry- I dunno, I know you don’t like it when I get all religious so… I’ll shut that up real quick…

Is it snowing real bad where you are too? Back at home? I know I always worry you when I talk about the weather, you start worrying the weathers gonna run me off the road or something (she chuckles). Honestly, I’m in more danger on those busy roads, all those other reckless drivers, you know me- Er- I guess I would have been in more danger… but now everyone's like gone…

Anyway, it isn’t that bad out here, a lil snow’s not gonna stop me, my rig plows right through it, you’ve seen that. Nah… What I am worried about is this whole… the whole nobody anywhere situation… That’s why I’m gonna get home as soon as I can, gotta get my Bridge to calm my nerves heh… 

Don’t worry, I can already hear you saying (Imitating Bridget) “Please, don’t push yourself so hard! Just get here when you can!” And I won’t… I won’t push myself, after all my old bones really can't take how i used to drive… All that caffeine I used to hammer down as a kid’s gotta have some kinda impact on my life expectancy (She chuckles). And I’ll sleep at night and make sure I don’t forget to eat, no need to remind me.

(Quietly, nervously) I’m um… I did uh… do something a little reckless I’ll admit. My hands… my hand’s been bleeding since this morning, I cut it on accident. I thought I heard someone in this office, hiding or something, so I uh… the door was locked and so I broke a window to get in and see but… I cut my hand on some of the glass. It was a nice office at least heh… I dunno.

We hear her fidget with her bandage, shuffling the phone to a comfortable spot on her shoulder.

RUE (CONT’D) I wish you were here… to like… sew it up or something. I know you hate blood, get faint at the sight of it heh, but… I won't be tough, it's a little bad, but I am keeping an eye on it. I got it covered so it won't bleed too much and won't get worse but… Don’t worry, I think I saw in a movie once they put a rug over some barbed wire to get over it… wonder if that works with broken glass. Might just cut through but… I dunno.

Oh… oh- speaking of movies, you remember all those UFO movies I’d make you watch when we first started dating? I mean- I don't think I need to explain, you see the lights too… right? Real pretty but… Almost like a wildfire or something. They… They seem dangerous but… sometimes I can't help it, I gotta stare. I- I’m gonna avoid it though, wouldn't wanna get abducted after all.

But ah… It… It is getting closer and I should probably keep on trucking on. I’ll call you tomorrow sweetheart… I’ll be there before Christmas, I promise you.

(Singing) “Christmas Eve will find me. Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas, If only in my dreams.”

RUE’s singing devolves into light laughter, she picks the receiver up and makes a kissing noise into it.

RUE (CONT’D) Love you Bridge, I’ll talk to you soon.

We hear RUE click the receiver back into place, ending the call for the night. She looks out towards her RIG and the snow falling gently and takes a deep breath, she still had so long to go to get home. 

But she had to get there, for Bridget. 

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

She climbs back into the RIG, sliding her keys into the ignition and hearing the satisfying click as she starts her engine.

We hear her drive off, in search of a place to sleep and something to eat. 

FADE TO BLACK

END OF EPISODE 1

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Deuce Spade #2

Warnings: Fluff. 

@flamethrower-maniac Request: saw you do Twst matchups, and I wanted to see if you could do one for me? I want it to be romantic.

I don't really want to share my name on the internet, but I do go by Pyro!! I've got like fluffy and silky hair, the style is a mullet, it's dyed around a crimson red but my natural hair is dark brown, and I've also got blue-grey eyes. I'm around six feet or so???? I'm transmasc ftm

My fashion sense is steampunk, grunge and cyperpunk!

For personality, I've got anger issues and loud energy, I speak really loudly because no one really hears me when I talk normally and I have major anger issues that I have trouble controlling, small things like repetitive and annoying noises can make me frustrated. Some traits I'd describe myself as being wrathful, protective, loud, smug, cocky yet also being friendly and caring, motherly almost. I subconsciously lie a lot, but I'm trying to work it out

I'm a history nerd and I collect whatever trinkets I can and make crafts out of whatever I can find. I'm a tech nerd, I build mechanical stuff as a hobby. I got the nickname "Pyro" bc of my fascination with fire, I like the warmth and am described as a walking heater by friends. Another thing, I tease and annoy ppl as a way to show that I love them [/p] and I enjoy softly bullying others to show my affection, besides well- physical affection! I'm really big on PDA even towards friends. I'm sometimes like a mother hen to my friends, not in a parental way but more of being worrisome and caring about their health and such, so I'll do work and chores for them :}}

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After reading through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Deuce Spade! 

Deuce won’t lie, he’s kind of intimidated by you upon your first meeting with him. Your hair is so cool and you’re so tall! You sort of remind him of when he was a delinquent in his younger days, so that brings back some sad memories. 

However, he appreciates your fashion sense. He’s not one for fashionable attire so it’s not a surprise that he doesn’t know the ins and outs of steampunk, grunge, and cyberpunk, but he likes how they fit your personality so well. If you ask him, he’ll simply stutter out a compliment and say that you’re cool looking. 

(When you reveal that you’re transmasc, he’ll be confused, but supportive when you explain what that is. He thinks it’s admirable that you are now the person you want to be). 

Although Deuce is no longer as hotheaded and as angry as he was when he was younger, he can still relate to the issues that you are currently experiencing now. Even though he’s still struggling with his inner demons and personal strife, he has a few tricks up his sleeve (not courtesy of Ace) to help him in his everyday endeavors to become his best self. Even if you’re not striving to be a model honors student like himself, that doesn’t mean that his techniques won’t help you in the long run.

When you’re feeling like the world is getting too loud or if there are certain noises that repeat too often, Deuce will be the first to help you out of that situation. Unfortunately, he won’t be the first to notice because he can be a bit dense at times, but when he finally realizes that you’re trying too hard to calm down or if your anger starts to bleed through, he’ll gently guide you by the arm and into a quiet, secluded area. 

Deuce appreciates your protective nature. It’s nice to have someone else who can fly off the handle sometimes and can be just as keen on making sure that your peers are safe. He may take issue with your smug and cocky nature (it reminds him of Ace when he’s in one of those mischievous moods), but he finds that it balances nicely with your friendly and caring demeanor. If you ever hurt Deuce by accident, please apologize and make it up to him. It takes a lot to disturb Deuce, but know that he’s still vulnerable and wanting to better himself like you. 

Deuce also doesn’t like it when you lie. He expects you to be honest with him, but if you try your best to be a better version of yourself in the future, he’ll eventually forgive you. As a person with a past that is fraught with memories that he would rather not bring forward into the future, he understands you to a certain extent. 

You like to make things? Deuce is also crafty with his hands, but it’s mostly when he’s fixing things around the house or beating up fools who go against his sense of justice (but that’s mostly a last resort type of thing). If you describe what sorts of things you like to collect and create from, he’ll keep his eyes peeled. If you’re into rocks, Deuce is already filling up his backpack and available pockets for them. If you like things that sparkle and shine, baubles that are made of gears and springs, or maybe even objects that were dropped by students who could care less about the loss, Deuce is already gathering them up in his arms and taking them to your dorm. 

Also! If you ever need help creating something or wanting advice on the mechanics of one of your personal projects, Deuce is right there for you! Again, he’s handy around a tool set and he’s more than willing to help those he cares about.

As for your passion for fire, Deuce can’t claim he understands it, but he’s happy that you’re happy when you’re around fire. It’s an added benefit that you’re so warm! Perhaps if Deuce is feeling cold, he can ask for assistance? But if only he’s feeling confident in himself at that point. 

Deuce appreciates physical affection! Please play with his hair, hold his hands, or maybe even hug him whenever you see him in the halls. Ace and other students may tease him for the blatant displays of affection, but he feels proud when you seek him out for affection. He draws the line when you relentlessly tease him, but if you casually tease him once in a while, he’ll merely get flustered. 

Overall, Deuce is someone who can easily ground and balance you. Between your differences in personality and disposition, you’re more likely to seek him out and be the first to initiate. From there, he will just be as likely to give and receive affection so long as you love him for him. 

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TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

[paintedpineleaf]

i think i might have depression but i'm not sure cause i don't do some things like staying in bed all day, that just makes me feel way too gross and i can't do it.

i have those things that linger all the time and get worse every so often, like suicidal ideation, or not being able to see a future. i asked a friend how often they thought about their career and they said 'a lot'. i wanted to ask more follow up questions but i stopped myself cause i thought it might be too weird.

i genuinely can't see a future for myself. i know tomorrow will come but i don't see myself in it. i never see myself in any kind of future i picture. i don't see the point in thinking about my career, i feel like i'm just not gonna have one. like i'm not gonna get the opportunity to have a career or be happy. idk how to get rid of it or make myself think more seriously about career goals. i want to make money and spend it.

i don't think very often about actively killing myself, but i think of external circumstances that result in my death. sometimes when i look out the window or the balcony or go up to the roof i can see myself lying on the ground, bleeding out of a head wound, dead. no one notices until the blood's already dried. or i'm driving and i crash, i'm scared of driving cause i feel like i'm gonna crash it, i have nightmares about driving, i almost hate doing it. i repeat prayers under my breath when i'm driving cause i feel like otherwise i'll get too distracted and i don't wanna leave my brain? if that makes sense. that's wholly different tho.

i feel like i'm gonna crash or get cancer or fall out a window by accident or just. something. is gonna happen to me before i get the hance to build anything for myself or grow old or explore the world or meet my online friends. and i don't know what to do about the feeling.

i feel like crying almost 24/7 for literally absolutely no reason, i don't know why i feel like crying or why i'm going to burst into tears at any second. like i overthink into everything and end up crying but i never actually cry.

[dudedudewriting]

Horroresque #3

My strange ability revealed itself back in kindergarten. It happened to my favorite teacher, Ms. Apple. Until that point in my life, I've never scraped my knees or gotten a bloody nose. My immense fear of splinters made me overly careful and timid on the playground. Me generally avoiding injuries for some reason became a point of pride for my mother for a bit. How smart and proper was the kid who's never gotten hurt on accident! But that day in Ms. Apple's arts and crafts class, I slit my finger on paper for the first time. It stung so bad that I let out a piercing shriek that rushed the teacher to me. While I was hysterically trying to explain my pain, big salty tears filled my eyes, obstructing my vision. At first, there was no blood on my finger, and Ms. Apple used that to calm me down, saying that I was completely okay. However, through my blurred vision, I saw a tiny bead of red slowly emerge out of the thin cut on the pad of my finger. One second, the teacher was pressing on my paper cut to help it close up faster, and the next second, she was just gone. The realization of it came to me as I became lightheaded, and my ears started ringing. I fell off my little chair, and the next thing I remember is waking up to my mother in the nurse's office.

I wouldn't call it an ability per se since I have little to no control over it. I can only make sure that my bloody flesh is not exposed for others to potentially be in contact with. Whether or not they get sucked into it is beyond me. I don't even know what actually happens to my "victims". Do they disintegrate into the ether, fall into a portal, or get absorbed by me. It's as much of a mystery to myself as it is to you. This all forced me to develop quite a secluded and antisocial lifestyle. After disappearing some more people, I became too paranoid to be able to form genuine connections with my fellow humans. I'm scared for other animals as well, so I don't tend to have pets either. I was able to dedicate most of my time to the research after my mother… passed when I was 17. I tried to find information on my mysterious condition. I didn't find anything. At all. Humans always speculated on blood's mystic properties, but nothing ever compared to what I witnessed when I was younger, believe it or not. I am afraid. I'm terrified of my own fragility. Something deep in my guts often whispers to me that all those people I've… hurt, how they are in pain, lost in oblivion forever. I can't bring them back and can't even find where they are. And all that separates people around me and the damnation in the unknown is my mere skin. Do you know what I mean? Sometimes, I wish I could swallow myself up the same way, but it's impossible. Sometimes… I feel my restraints weaken, as if recklessly causing havoc is the easier option over the simple task of containing my blood within my body. Today, I made the mistake of loosening my grip while walking the nighttime streets. In my attempt to clear my head in the serene quietness of this sleepy town, I failed to notice someone else who joined my stroll. I was attacked in an attempt of robbery, it seemed at first. Clearly, someone new in town who doesn't know that this place has nothing to offer to begin with. Did you follow me through the dimly lit alleys ever so discreetly all the way to that corner? Did you know what was waiting for you when you decided to open up that knife? And did you know that you'd leave me speechless and bleeding while I stared at your face speckled red with my blood, but still here. Still in front of me, as shocked as I am. I struggled through the numbing pain in my leg but still succeeded in overpowering you while you still stood there in disbelief of something. I'm still curious about what you were thinking back there. And since you're finally awake now, it is your turn to speak.