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mortimerc · 3 months ago

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𝔄 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 4

Male - GN Reader x Sebastian Solace

TW : blo0d, t0rture, g0re, obsessive behaviour,

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It’s been a few weeks after you signed that paperwork, and you still haven’t told Sebastian about what you signed. You know he will be worried, scolding and lecturing you about what you just did. You hate it when Sebastian is disappointed, it hurts you emotionally and physically.

On lunch you and Sebastian are having lunch together as always, he asked you

“Hey [Name], are you actually going to tell me what you did with the scientist? I saw you writing at some paper.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said coldly as always. You don’t want him t worry for you.

“What? Is it private? We can talk in the cell, yknow?”

With his persistence, you won’t last long.

“Fine, we’ll talk there. Now eat your vegetables.”

“Ugh, the way they cooked it makes it soggy. Disgusting.”

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As you both were finished with lunch, you walked towards your cell while helping Sebastian to slither with his new appendage. You stepped aside to let Sebastian to go in first.

“Now what is it? I’m getting restless.”

“At least sit down.”

Sebastian complies

“So? What is it?”

You both sat there in silence until you broke it.

“You remember your experiment, yeah?”

“Of course, it terrifies me every single day because of it. I have nightmares about it every night.”

“Right, sorry. Well,, they were planning to do one more experiment on you again. An experiment to merge mammal and marine life together. Lungs, gills, fish tail, and all of that shit.”

“…”

“..I think they knew how high the death rate was if they had to do it on you. And I think they knew how close we are.”

“I don’t like where this is going..”

“The paper.. it was a contract. It says that to keep you safe, I could take your place for you.”

“You signed it didn’t you-!”

“I HAD to do it. If not you will be dead. You know how I am, I can’t live without you. If you were to be dead, I will follow you to your grave and death. I will search for you in every corner of this planet. I will and did kill for you. You are the only thing that is keeping me alive.”

Sebastian was left speechless when you pulled him into your warm embrace, his cold skin touching yours, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel him shiver when your hands landed on his waist, your chin resting on his head while his head rested against your chest.

“I̗ ͍̭̜͔ͯ̉w̯̜̟͙͕͗ͤ̑͂ͥ̎̄̆i̠͔̞͗̔͒̐̏́l͙̬̞̥̠͔̞̔͒̐̏́l͙̬̞̥ ͔̤̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̥͍̦̩̱̔o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂ à̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿n͎̦̜̻͈͇͉̬͊͒̀̆ͫ̈́͋̉ͅy̬̣̠̜ͦ̇͊̔̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊h̟̪̜̟͙͕ͮ̎̄̆i͗n͎̦̜̻͈͍̺̖͊͒̀ͭͪg̻̰̹̥͕͊͛̊ͭ ̠̜̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔̥͍̦̩̱͊o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂ ͙̗͓̖ͬͩ̊m̩͈͕à̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿ͣ̇̋ͨk͈̲̲̦͚̙̂̋̍̌e͕̬̔͛͌ ͇͉̬̆ͫ̈́͋̉ͅy̬̣̥͍̦̩̱ͦ̇͊̔o̘͇̩̞̗ͯ̋ͭ͂uͦ ͙̗͓̖ͬͩ̊m̩͈͕̜̟͙͕̎̄̆i͗n͎̦̜̻͈̲̦͚̙͊͒̀e͕̬̔͛͌ . Even if it means harming others and myself.”

“[Nam-]” Sebastian tries to say something but you put your finger on his lips, shushing him

“Don’t say anything. Let me do this experiment. I already signed it. And it’s for your own good, alright? Now rest, you still need to recover from your past experiment.” You said while petting his tail slowly, rocking him in your arms and humming a tune you made when you guys were in college.

Soon enough, Sebastian falls asleep in your arms, letting out little snores that you absolutely adore.

““͎͕̦ͫ̊̊ͨ͑I̗ ͍̭̜͔ͯ̉w̯̜̟͙͕͗ͤ̑͂ͥ̎̄̆i̠͔̞͗̔͒̐̏́l͙̬̞̥̠͔̞̔͒̐̏́l͙̬̞̥ ͔̤̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̥͍̦̩̱̔o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂ à̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿n͎̦̜̻͈͇͉̬͊͒̀̆ͫ̈́͋̉ͅy̬̣̠̜ͦ̇͊̔̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊h̟̪̜̟͙͕ͮ̎̄̆i͗n͎̦̜̻͈͍̺̖͊͒̀ͭͪg̻̰̹̥͕͊͛̊ͭ ̠̜̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔̥͍̦̩̱͊o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂ ͣ̇̋ͨk͈̲̲̦͚̙̂̋̍̌e͕̬̲̦͚̙̔͛͌e͕̬̰̭̝̔͛͌̈p̪̈͊̄ ͇͉̬̆ͫ̈́͋̉ͅy̬̣̥͍̦̩̱ͦ̇͊̔o̘͇̩̞̗ͯ̋ͭ͂uͦ ̗͓̜̥̭̄̈ͪͧs̲̬̝͕̍ͭ̓ͦà̜̫͍̣͖̖̑̉ͧ̿ͥf̥̖̗̲̦͚̙̔e͕̬̔͛͌. E̺̭̩͔̩͕͆̈͋̈́̌̆ͅͅv͚̭̫̖̲̦͚̙ͤ̚e͕̬̔͛͌n͎̦̜̻͈͊͒̀ ̜̟͙͕̎̄̆i̖͗ͥf̥̖̗̔ ̜̟͙͕̎̄̆i̠̜͗̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊ ͙̗͓̖ͬͩ̊m̩͈͕̲̦͚̙e͕̬̔͛͌à̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿n͎̦̜̻͈̠̜͊͒̀̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊ ͎͕̦ͫ̊̊ͨ͑I̗ h̟̪ͮà̜̫͍̣͖̩͔̩͕̑̉ͧ̿̌̆ͅv͚̭̫̖̲̦͚̙ͤ̚e͕̬̔͛͌ ̠̜̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔̥͍̦̩̱͊o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂ h̟̪̗ͮu͕̰ͦ̒ͨ̈́r̯̠̦̩̠̜ͨ̌̑̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊

̥͍̦̩̱o̘͇̩̞̠̜ͯ̋ͭ͂̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊h̟̪̲̦͚̙ͮe͕̬͕̰̔͛͌̒ͨ̈́r̯̠̦̩̗͓̜̥̭ͨ̌̑̄̈ͪͧs̲̬̝͕̍ͭ̓ͦ.”

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To be continued..

Note: making this chapter early due to an important event tomorrow. Hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! ❤️

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its-in-the-woods · 6 months ago

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Coyote Head - Part 5 - Livestock Is Deadstock

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: Calf check doesn't go as planned. But brings out two main characters closer.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning: Animal/people death, Stillb0rn animal, Horror, blOod/G0re, nightmares, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Eventually (I swear to the universe it will happen): Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

** Thank you for your patience! I basically rewrote this entire chapter about 4 times before the characters were happy with it. Little under 4k words. Enjoy*

Flag in hand, Lucy watches the Mama cow as her little munchkin makes a fuss. The thing is squirming, mooing, and rolling trying to get anywhere but where he was. Cooper works quickly, tagging, vaccinating, and wash of minerals. Then go as fast as possible before Mama charges.

“You're a’right Mama, you won’t be mad at me in a few months,” Cooper chuckles, as they speed away in the side-by-side.

“Forgot how testy they could be” Lucy smiles, scanning the horizon for any signs of fresh calves.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I like it when they are a little wild,” Cooper’s face lighting up with a big smile at the comment. Lucy feels her heart jump as she smiles back at him, noting that down for later.

“Makes them good Mamas, especially with all the coyotes around,” Lucy adds, pointing towards a mama calf standing near a bundle. “I think there is one there.”

Cooper adjusts his direction with a gentle turn of the wheel. His eyebrows furrow as he aims towards the Mama cow; surprised when she doesn’t move as they come close. Lucy’s stomach clenching as dread washes through her. The cow stood squared up to them, her eyes looking down at the ground where the calf lay, something was wrong.

“Com’on sweety,” Cooper says to the heifer, as he carefully gets out of the ATV, “Let us take a look -”

Lucy gasps, as she looks at what should be a calf. Instead of an alive calf, there is what looks to be a mummified body on the ground. The cow was standing there looking at both of them, tail flicking but not moving. Lucy puts the flag down, walking to squat down on the other side of the poor thing. The body was a dark ochre color, the entire thing looking like it had been vacuum sealed in plastic. No eyes, or ears, just hollowness, legs tucked in head tucked down. If it had not been so shrunk it would almost look like it was alive.

“Oh dang,” Cooper sighs, bending down to look at the mummy. “I am sorry girl,” Cooper raises his hand, Lucy watching carefully as the cow comes over and bumps his hand. His forehead furrowed as he rubbed her nose gently, looking back at what should have been a alive calf.

“Lucy write down her tag number, we will get Woody out to check’er. Once we’re done we’ll mov’er up to the barn. Make sure there is nothin’ left in ‘er.” Cooper says quietly rubbing the cow's nose and face, the cow leaning into the comforting hands of its owner. “You did good Mama, sometimes it happens.”

Lucy did as she was told, grabbing the notebook to write down the cow's ID number. As she watches Cooper comfort the animal. Most cows were protective of their offspring, but this one seemed to understand what was going on. Or maybe it just knew Cooper was trying to help, the thing leaning its head into his chest.

“We’ll move it, into the back of the ATV. Can’t leave it out’er, don’t need to draw any more predators.” Cooper said quietly, moving away from the heifer slowly.

The two of them work as quickly as possible to move the poor creature. Mama snorted and stomped a few times, Cooper letting her smell it before they put it into the box of the ATV. Lucy watches the cow for a moment as they drove away. The bovine's long bellows made her heartache, if cows could cry it would have.

“Do you think they understand?” Lucy asks, wiping her tears away. Grandpa Tim had always said the cows knew more than they’d ever know. She hadn’t been sure at the time, preferring to deal with more facts than fiction, but watching the cow made her wonder.

Cooper shrugged, hazel eyes shining as he dug in his pockets for a smoke. Lucy grabs the lighter from the cup holder, handing it to him. Wondering if she should ask for one herself, deciding against it at the last second.

“Think they understand as much as any animal.” Cooper breathes out a puff of smoke. “I like to let’em see the body, make sure they smell it, keep’em calmer. At least with my herd, unless we’re tryin’ to graft. Then gettin’ the grafter there ASAP takes priority.”

Lucy nods, a sadness pitting in her stomach as they drive over to the next calf. Thankfully on their feet and running as they drove close, Mama whale-eyeing them as they approached.

***

Lucy stayed and helped Cooper move the cow over to the main barn. The barn wasn’t anything fancy, with a few stalls for anyone sick and, a cow shoot to help make handling anyone easier. Cows spent the majority of their life in the field, or forests. They got health checks, hooves checked, moved, and sorted into different fields. It kept them happy and healthy. Nothing was perfect but this was the way it had been done for many many years. A practiced ritual, at the end of the day, the cows always came first.

Woody was surprisingly close to their area when Cooper called. The big man drove a white cargo van covered with hand-painted animals on all sides. The vehicle was fully loaded with anything he might need. He was one of the few large animal vets in the area, and getting him over quickly was a rare surprise.

The man had a riot of dark brown curly hair, a big smile, and a shaggy beard. He was almost always in some kinda overalls. At the moment they were purple with embroidered cows. He was looking at the calf, blue gloves moving it this way and that. Woody frowned, glasses perched on the end of his nose. The body was stiff, more like a rock than a body, it was also surprisingly light. How the cow had birthed it without difficulty was shocking.

“Well, it’s not common. But not the first one I’ve seen.” Woody sighs, removing his gloves and washing his hands in the sink by the side door. “The cow in the shoot is the one that gave birth?”

“Yah, pretty sure. She was standing over them,” Cooper swallows, and walks Woody over to the bovine, she had been put into the shoot for easier examination. The cow acted as if nothing was wrong munching on some hay. “We checked eighty percent of the herd this mornin’, rest are deeper in the bush. But no one else looked distressed.”

Woody looks her over, checking her body condition before sliding on some shoulder-length gloves. “Alright now Mama, be gentle on me. Just got make sure there is nothin’ left in’re okay.” Woody reached into the cow, Lucy standing near the head of the cow to make sure she was comfortable. Hands running against the creature's big head, scratching behind her ears as Woody

“Well, everythin’ feels fine. I am going to take some tissue samples, do bloods too. Make sure there is no infection or anythin’ else that might of cause this. She had twins last year right?”

Woody asked, as he degloves and went over to his vet kit. The man had always had a knack for remembering the ID tags of a herd.

“I’d have to check the record book, but I believe you’re right, yes. Two heifers, both healthy. “

Cooper replies, as Woody draws blood and takes what he needs.

“I will give her a few shots, keep her separate until the tests come back.” Woody said, “Just to be on the safe side. Once we know she’s safe we can put her back into breeding rotation.”

Cooper nodded, “Well thank you for comin' out so quickly Woody, I know you're a busy man.”

Woody smiled, “Not a problem, Coop, if anything else pops up let me know.”

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The drive into town was mostly peaceful, Lucy trying to avoid the thought of going home. The place felt less and less like home, maybe it was the lack of Grandpa Tim or constant nightmares. Gripping the steering wheel she turns down the main street of town; willing those thoughts away as she heads to the piece-together building that was the hardware store. She had already dropped off the paperwork at the new accountant, the woman seemed excited about the piles of neatly organized boxes. Lucy couldn’t have been more grateful to hand it to someone else. If the rest of the plan fell into place Lucy would have the holes repaired and a fresh coat of paint put on by the end of the week.

Three sheets of drywall are strapped into the back of the truck, along with a few pieces of lumber. Screws, putty, paint, along with a texturing brush, and various other bits and bobs go into the back seat. Lucy felt somewhat confident she could handle the task at hand. Her hands itched to call Cooper, double-check that she had all the things she needed. Her mind ran back over this morning, the way Cooper’s face had fallen seeing the dead calf. Cattle ranching was hard on the best days, livestock meant deadstock, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. No, she’d let him be like he didn’t have enough on his plate.

“Hey, Lucy!” Lucy turns out of her daydreams, to see a tall lanking person with a buzzed head walking towards her.

Lucy squints, realizing it was her friend Dane from high school. “Holy smoke, Dane! Is that really you!”

Lucy trots over to her friend giving them a big hug. They squeezed her back before letting go to look Lucy over.

“Jeez, Lucy. You look the same as when you graduated!” Dane smiles, leaning against the side of Lucy’s truck. “I haven’t seen you in forever. I heard about Tim, really sorry ‘bout that.”

Looking away Lucy composed herself, still strange to hear people give condolences. “Yeah, cancer came in fast and hard. Just happy it’s over you know. Don’t think I look quite the same, but thank you, look at you all grown up.”

Dane rubs the back of their buzzed head, a blush staining their cheeks. “You’re too kind Lucy. Still adjusting to everything. Dad has been good, Mom- still getting used to it, but I am happy.”

Lucy grinned, “Good, don’t let anyone hold you back. You stayin’ in town now?

“Oh, uh-no, just making some extra money before I start working as a heavy-duty mechanic in the fall.” They said beaming with pride.

“No dang way! That’s great to hear.” Lucy smiles back, happy to hear her friend was doing well,

“We should go for coffee sometime, or maybe get some food. Be good to catch up.”

“Yes, definitely.” Dane nods eagerly, “I actually if you got any tractors you need to be worked on. I'd be happy to take a look at them.”

“Really?” Lucy said, remembering that she had been neglecting to phone the tractor dealership.“I actually got two, think late eighties, haven’t been used in probably three or four years.”

“Oh, I would love that! Always loved old equipment. Why don’t I come by this Saturday? Hazard a guess you are staying at your Grandpa’s place.” Dane replies a sparkle in their eye at the idea of getting to work on the farm equipment.

“Yep, I am there! Got the same number too. Give me a ring before you stop by.” Lucy said, more than happy to have an old friend drop by. It would be good to have company, plus she could get her tractors up and running.

“I will see you then, Lucy,” Dane said as they walked away, Lucy hopping into her truck before taking off herself. Happy to know a friend would be dropping by that weekend.

***

Lucy sits on the edge of the kitchen counter looking at the drywall she’d managed to get in. It wasn’t the greatest job but with a little mud and paint it would look good as new. Well, Lucy hoped it would. She took a pull of her beer, desperately wishing she had picked out some crappy Chinese food before coming home.

Her hands taps at the counter, her arms were too sore to keep going right now. Tomorrow she’d hopefully get the mudding done, her hand dug into her pocket and pulling out her phone.

Opening it up, she clicks on the messaging icon opening up a text thread with Cooper. Just as quickly closing it, placing the phone on the counter.

“No, we are not gonna bother the man,” Lucy hums, slipping off the counter and going into the laundry room and opening up the big chest freezer. Rifling around she found some ground beef and frozen mixed vegetables, it would pass as dinner.

Sitting on the couch she flicked on the TV, scrolling through the different apps to find something to watch. Somehow there never seemed to be anything of interest, instead, she flicked over to some Lost, a guilty pleasure. Did the ending satisfy? No, not at all. Lucy preferred to imagine something different. Maybe something happier, or less flippant.

Her phone buzzed beside her plate of food, Cooper Howard, popped up across her screen. She put her fork down and flipped it open, swallowing as she hit the message icon, a small grin pulling at her lips.

Cooper: Hey, thought you should know the Mama from this morning is doing good :)

Lucy smiles, was she smiling more since meeting Cooper? Shaking her head, she was happy to know the cow was doing okay. Having a stillborn mummified calf could mean that something was seriously wrong inside. Or it could mean nothing at all, that was the tricky part about livestock.

Lucy: Hey, thanks for keeping me posted, hope she continues to do well.

Cooper: Did you end up getting the drywall?

Lucy waits for a moment before replying: Yeah, got most of the holes filled in

She winces at the framing of the words but tries not to overthink it. Wasn't like there were many other ways to describe what she was doing.

Copper: Want to do a calf check in the morning? I will come help with the mudding.

Lucy smiles, she was not going to turn down the offer of having Cooper over: Deal. What time tomorrow?

Cooper: 6 am, I can pick you up

Lucy felt her cheeks redden at the message, she typed out: Why don’t you come over tonight- Then promptly deleted it, her hand coming up to cover her face. What was she thinking? No that would not do, like the man needs more on his plate.

Instead, she wrote: Sounds good, I will see you then.

Turning back to her food, Lucy tried not to let her mind run too much. Cooper was sweet, kind, caring, and goddamn gorgeous. She worried at her lip, remembering the way the cow had booped Cooper’s hand. How he’d comfort her, the man was something else.

She rubs at her face, having missed most of the episode she was on. Sleep was on the menu, it was already well past ten, and five am would be coming like a freight train.

Looking over at her room Lucy feels a shiver run up her spine. Shaking her head, Lucy went over grabbing a blanket, pillow, and her charging cable. Keeping the kitchen light on, she left Lost playing as she curls up under the blanket. She’d work on sleeping in her room later.

***

The alarm went off loud enough that Lucy fell off the couch, confused as to where the hell she was. Blinking a few times, remembering that she had crashed on the couch. Groaning, she grabbed her phone, turning off the alarm, wanting nothing more than to curl back up under the blanket. Instead, Lucy pushed herself up onto her feet. The coffee pot switched on, she made her way to the bedroom. Stopping at the entryway, her body refused to go any further, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.

Lucy pushes her hand in and turns on the light, eyes blinking at the bright space. No shadows moved, nothing peered out from behind the closet door. Yet she still couldn’t move. Turning her head she looks out the door, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Outside the door, across the deck, in the shadow of the forest were two glowing orange eyes. Standing roughly seven feet off the ground, the eyes stare back at her unblinking. Lucy was scrambling backward trying to get away as she trips and falls over the laundry basket crashing onto the floor with a loud bang. Her screaming rang in her ears as she lay splayed out on the floor. Lucy’s chest heaving, her eyes squeezed closed as she tries to will the image away. Shaking on the floor, Lucy pushes the laundry basket away to look at the patio door. Whatever had been there was gone, no eyes, no creature, nothing.

“What is going on?” Lucy shutters, staring out the door for another minute. “Okey dokey,” She let out a few breaths focusing on lowering her heart rate. “Time to get dressed, Lucy.”

Dressed in leggings and a big shirt, she finds her overalls and slips them on with a big sweater. Filling her biggest to-go coffee cup, she takes several sips of coffee finally feeling somewhat more alive. Trying to convince herself that the orange floating eyeballs from this morning were sleep delusions. Or something other than a creature staring into her house from the forest.

A knock on her door cleared her mind, she threw a few bits and pieces into a bag. Snagging her coffee and keys she opens the door to see Cooper standing there. He has a tan leather jacket on, a white cowboy hat, and perfectly fitted jeans. His face breaks into a crooked grin when he sees Lucy in the doorway. Her face goes flush as he looks her over the same way she just had.

“Good mornin’ Miss MacLean.” Cooper drawls, his tongue darting out over his lips, making Lucy feel warm all over. She could get used to him looking at her like that.

Lucy swallows, “Morning, Mr.Howard. Ready to be on our way.” Happy that her voice didn’t break as she moved through the doorway, locking it behind her.

Cooper held out his arm, Lucy doing her best not to trip over her own feet, as she took his arm. The two walking down to his truck, it was still running and warm inside against the cool spring air. He opened the door for her, and she hopped in.

***

The calf check was thankfully uneventful, Cooper driving the two of you back to his family farm. His mom, Dorthoy, asked Cooper to bring her over for breakfast. The home was country chic in every way, two-story, white, with a large vaulted front window facing west.

A deck wrapped from the front door around the back, and the yard was filled with Dorothy's plants. Still dormant now, but come spring the whole place would be filled with flowers. Coop pulls up beside the other vehicles on the dirt road, just outside the separate garage.

Janey came running outside, in pjs and gumboots, shouting excitedly for her Dad. Lucy smiles as Cooper scoops up his daughter and swings her around in his arms.

“Eeee” The little girl giggled, Mathias poking his head out the door and watching the two.

“Hey Mathias,” Lucy smiled at the older boy, he frowned but walked out, socked feet not going further than the front mat.

“Hey buddy,” Cooper smiled, ruffling his brown hair. His frown deepened as Lucy came into the front door.

Lucy toed off her boots, thankful her overalls were mostly clean. She placed her bag by the door before following Cooper deeper into the house. The smell of bacon and coffee made her stomach growl.

“Are you having breakfast here?” Mathias questioned, standing in the dining room. Hands on his hips, looking at Lucy with narrowed eyes she moved into the kitchen.

“Mathias, don’t be rude,” Came the chipper voice of Dorothy, she was a stocky woman, with perfectly pined grey hair. Her face marked by the sun with crow's feet and smile lines, she could have easily played Mrs. Clause.

“Good morning, Mrs. Howard,” Lucy beams, as she helps grab cups and plates for the table. Setting them out as Janey grabbed forks and knives for each seat.

“Lucy, please call me Dot,” Dorothy smiled, filling each cup with coffee. “We’re all family here,”

Lucy and Cooper finished setting the table, bacon, eggs, and toast piled onto dishes in the center of the table. Richard Howard came in slowly, leaning heavily on his cane. The man had once stood at the same height as his son, now was stooped over with pain as he came to sit at the head of the table. Lucy felt her heart clench, an all too familiar sight before her. A flashback of Tim, the man who had once ducked through doorways stooped over as he shuffled from his bed to the bathroom. She swallows but does her best not to stare, helping Janey get seated instead.

“Good to see you, Lucy,” Richard said with a small smile, wincing as he shifted in his chair. “Thank you, for helping Cooper.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Howard.” Lucy says as she helps Mathias scoop food onto his plate. He was still glaring at her, but she let it go. Kids would be kids. It wasn’t like she didn’t understand what it was like to lose a parent.

***

Lucy waves at the kids as they load onto the bus, Mathias waves back with a small smile. Janey had clung onto her Dad, practically having to be peeled off the man to get her onto the bus. They both climbed back into the truck as the bus left.

“Sorry about Matt,” Cooper added as they drove to Lucy’s place. “He has had a rough go, gets uncomfortable with new folks.”

Lucy shrugged, “It’s okay, little guy has been through a lot. I was similar at his age.”

Cooper nods as they turn down Lucy’s driveway, “I try to do my best with him, but he knows his Granddad is dying.” He swallows as he parks the truck, “Little guy can only handle so much.”

Lucy reaches over squeezing Cooper's arms, “You’re a good Dad, Cooper Howard.”

Cooper swallows looking out the windshield, his knuckles going white as he grips the steering wheel. "I feel like I am drowning most days. Hated having to move them so far." He rubs his jaw, "But we couldn't stay either."

Lucy keeps her hand on his arm, listening to him patiently. His shoulders were drawn tight like he was carrying the weight of the world.

"I am sorry," He murmurs, "We should - ah - go in."

"What if we help each other?" Lucy says, her mouth running before her brain can catch up. "I know, you have so much going on. With the farm, being a Dad, your own Dad. Plus you throw me into the mix with all my wack-a-do problems. Doesn't make it easy." She stops, trying to find out where this train of thought is heading. "But, umm, maybe between the two of us, we could make things work. Two heads is always better than one, and we work well together."

Cooper watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. Lucy felt her stomach twist, wondering if she may have gone too far.

"If that's something you might like to do?" Lucy looks away, moving her hand away to get out of the car before more words spill out of her mouth.

"Lucy," Cooper says, his voice so soft it's almost a whisper. "I would like that. Be nice to have someone who gets it."

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littlebunnybabysstuff · 6 months ago

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Hey Darlings,

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artwithoutblood · 1 year ago

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THERE ARE MALICE MIZER PEOPLE IN HERE?! oh you bet im giving them their own song

Adonis - Au Revoir?

first off, i dont know. au revoir screams adonis to me. Adonis gives me the vibe of autumn for the most part. Au revoir itself seems like a farewell in fall so, yeah.

Aeron - Apres Midi / Color Me Blood Red

turns out i can't just give them one song each 🥺 color me blood red has the danger of Aeron. And the title suits him i think. it's like a melody of g0re p0rn. Apres midi on the other hand, has his sort of carefree persona. Sounds autumn as well. (yes your characters mostly give me autumn vibes)

Erebus - Fragments of Rememberence

it has a calm yet wild aspect to it as a sound. just like how eri wants control but maybe not at the same time. i'll let the lyrics explain themselves.

「Nobody knows the horrid miracles I've lived till now

Nor the morality they made, for it too begins to fade

As I exchange caresses with the rich black darkness

With my pledged fingers, and call myself human still」

Dorian - Itsuwari no Musette

I recall something about him dancing alone while murmuring to himself. Headcanon but this is the song he wants to dance to! The sweet, naïve melody of two lovers, yet so unpure and full of burns.

「I still feel nothing at being made to dance

But burn both hands that I had reached out

And repeated the words, the truth to display these lies

To whomever that seemed to be kind」

Silas - Illuminati

Again, i dont know much about him. but one of your recent posts talked about him being the librarian before Eri. the fact that we dont know much about him, libraries, archives and his overall look just MYSTERIOUS. THIS MAN IS THE MYSTERY AND DARK ITSELF!!! Kind of like the song itself. alsoiwouldntbesurprisedifthatguywasintofreakylabsex

Genesis - No Pains No Gains / Pageant

i may have cheated on this one a little. Genesis is a dad, he is mostly sweet. but he also kills you if he wants to. he has to be wild with his music. he IS the music.

if i really had to give him a Malice Mizer song, i think no pains no gains is good? but im not that satisfied with that.

so thats why i chose pageant from moi dix mois, one of malice mizer's members' current band. pageant has that sick guitar sound with somehow sweet tone; just like genesis' persona. he may be a cute ginger dad but he can also be the one to impale you with a fucking guitar. the song actually reminds me of christmas too.

that was a lot to write for someone who knows nothing about english whatsoever im sorry if i have mistakes 😔 surprisingly though, genesis was the hardest one to decide.

going back in my cave after i ask a couple questions!!

what are girlies' fav holidays?

what do they like doing on that day?

hope you have a wonderful day!! <33

you did a great job! i love malice mizer, and i've been into vkei since i was in middle school! i'll take this by character.

adonis is like autumn as a person! they're based on my hometown, which is the essence of autumn. their favorite holiday is halloween, because they love to scare people!

dorian's song fits him very well. he's very much a sad, melancholy man? dances with himself in a large ballroom in his cathedral. his favorite holiday is christmas, because sometimes, that's when the ash turns into snow.

i like both for aeron, but color me blood red is, like, the vampire strip club song, and it's one of my favorites on malice mizer's discography. they love to give gifts, so they love the holiday season in general, but especially valentine's.

silas having illuminati as his song is fucking hilarious to me because that's like. the sex song to me because of That One Video and silas is a freak. anyways. he likes st. patrick's day. any excuse to drink.

genesis and pageant is such a good combination...he likes easter! he loves hiding shit.

erebus's song hits too hard. you made him even more depressing than he already is. his favorite holiday is lunar new year.

#erebus ask #dorian ask #aeron ask #genesis ask #adonis ask #silas ask

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bloodpenned · 3 years ago

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all your ocs are so interesting?? all of them seriously have me TT i hope you expand on them in your own because i don't want to spam you asdfjk but i'm super curious about the school bff and immortal masochistic wifey, if you could tell us more about them please n(_ _)n

i don't in the history of the universe has ever minded being spammed abt their ocs <333!!! so don't worry about it pls ^^!! also i was not joking when i said most of these people do not have names. i am very terrible with picking names aslfdkjASLKJF so nicknames it is for now <3

cw: implied gore, implied hypnosis, extremely dubious consent

BFF is... Hm, what is she? Silly you, she's a completely normal, average, everyday first-year student just like you! But you aren't sure when she joined your classes, or your study, for that matter. Since you seem to share all of them, even the ones you're taking purely because you're interested in them... There's something off about her. It's not even just that she stands out in her neon bright, flashy clothes, rather that she seems to change height depending on the day. That her hair moves when she isn't. She sat next to you, and once you started talking to her, you couldn't look away anymore. As soon as she spoke, her voice clear and pleasing, a jolt goes through you. (you want to be good you want to make her smile you want to make her happy you do you do you do do you?)

You return to your senses as soon as you're far enough away from her, but when she's near, you find yourself slowly lured into going along with whatever she wants. And she's has absolutely 0 sense of boundaries or personal space. Whatever she wants, you're pulled along with it. Wrapping herself around you while walking to your next seminar or lecture, cooing about how cute you are as her hands wander to squeeze your chest and thighs. She's awfully fond of you, really!! BFF just wants to stuff you full already~ But she's gotta wait a bit :(

and wifey!! Wifey was a strong fighter back in her time, and for her achievements, was granted immortality by the patron deity of her city. So it may continue to be prosper. But, well... Immortality is, besides the obvious, not known for its plethora of positives. Everyone she knew has passed on and the drag of life has become unbearable, leaving her at a loss for what to do. Along the way, she's lost what she wanted to protect. The city that once loved her so much, that hallowed her name and looked up at her in awe, served only to bring back painful memories. She left one day, never to return. Her name has become little more than a legend.

In comes you. Somehow, you've tracked her down, and end up in front of her door all bright-eyed and full of life. Pleading her to train you. She envies you, she pities you. A part of her respects you, for having the drive to push this far for what you believe in. You still have ties binding you to this place. After promising not to lead any more people to her home, she takes you in. (Though it's not like she would let you leave.)

It doesn't take long for you to catch on something's... Not right with her. What kind of instructor would make you stab her on purpose?

#obv bff's section is referring to a college/university freshman i hope i made that clear enough LMAO #honestly i think bff's name might kind of fit her despite it being a nickname. it fits her 'human introductory tapes' AKA. teen flicks #wifey really deserves a serious name SHHHHHHHH I WILL THINK OF ONE #sorry i like writing g0re. a little.#it's the only sensation that makes wifey feel much of anything anymore ^^ so she latches onto it #oc.marilla #oc.BFF

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lame-name0 · 3 years ago

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I died for a little while BUT THAT IS OKAY

I AM WRITING ONCE AGAIN REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BECAUSE I AM NOT WRITING GOOD RN

i write Hollow Knight, HLD and Dead Cells even tho i know 100% no one is ever going to request that lmao also adding on The Owl House bc i am now hyperfixiating on it again also please please PLEASE tell me if anon asks are off

I CURRENTLY HAVE WRITERS BLOCK AND REQUESTS ARE CLOSED SORRY :( ALSO TO THE PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED I AM SORRY THAT I MIGHT NOT PUBLISH WHAT I WROTE BECAUSE IM SCARED ITS VERY CRINGE

WHAT I WONT DO:

r@pe/noncon, s3xual abuse, insect, p3d0philia, etc

Lemon/smut/lime (sorry :( i did this stuff before but i only did it as a coping mechanism because i had no other good ones at the time.)

Vore (that shits DESGUSTANG)

YANDERE.

WHAT I WILL DO:

Fluff

Platonic and romantic

Sibling reader, child reader and vice versa (PLATONIC ONLY)

Bl00d and g0re but little because some people don like that stuff

Basicially anything else

k thx bye

#madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #Hollow Knight x reader #i dont expect anyone to request the next two but i have a little smither sliver of hope someone will #hyper light drifter x reader #hld x reader #dead cells x reader #someone come talk to me abt hld dead cells and hk #the owl house x reader

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frog-writes-for-fun · 3 years ago

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Hi there! Could you describe your mutuals as songs?

Hello to you too, anon! Unfortunately, most of the music I listen to is either lo-fi or songs that were recommended to me (Love Grows and Lemon Drop are fantastic, thank you Bloom and Mori!), so I don’t really have the variety of music to equate with my mutuals. I will instead provide an alternative: I write a setting that gives me similar vibes to the mutual in question. I chose to sort of connect them by making them in the same world; I don’t know why the brain does stuff the way it does. This ended up being a lot longer than I originally thought it would be (it's longer than some of my fics)! Sorry for the pings, guys!

Also, I started writing the 50 followers fic and then accidentally deleted it when I meant to save. This is what I get for writing it in drafts instead of a doc like my normal fics :( I will not be rewriting it (it was fairly long; that’s what was making me basically go on a small hiatus), so that’s just getting scrapped. Sorry to anyone who was really excited for that.

Also also, 100th post let’s go!

Without further ado, I present: my mutuals as some vibes.

Nix (@nix-writes-mcyt)

Nix is the throne room in a medieval castle. Simultaneously imposing and inviting, the grandly decorated room stands with doors open. The torchlight flickering from sconces on the walls provides a warm glow, and walking down the carpet towards the crown resting on the throne makes you feel like royalty yourself. The sounds of the room are gentle: the rustling of ladies’ skirts, the soft murmur of nobles’ voices, and your own solid footsteps against the wooden planks of the floor. Somehow, this place feels like home and like something far greater than yourself at the same time, and it’s easy to imagine that you could stay here forever.

Nix, I’m so happy to have been able to find you and this little corner of the internet. Your welcome, among others, made me feel safer and more real than many of my interactions with irls, and I hope to stay with you all for a long time to come. It’s lovely to see whenever you appear on my dashboard, and I have great respect for your writing. To me, you are one of the original writers of our little community, and I can’t imagine it without you.

Mello (@g0re-h0und)

Mello is the castle’s menagerie. The chorus of the animals’ sounds blend together into an unconventional yet beautiful song, and the creatures are full of excitement. They are free from their enclosures, and swirl around you in greeting. The day is warm, and the sun beams down on the multitude of beings, smiling with them. The foliage nearby is lush, leaves rustling in a slight breeze, and a pond bubbles happily in the background. Among the chaos of the creatures, there is an infectious happiness that makes it so you can’t help but smile.

Mello, thank you so much for reblogging my X fic! If you hadn’t, I would still be that awkward introvert hiding in the corner and not reaching out to make the friends I have now. You are also a delightfully chaotic person. If you were from a show, you would be a blorbo <3

El (@blockyshieldmaiden)

El is a day in the garden surrounding the castle. Cherry trees are covered in pink blossoms, and the air is filled with petals that look almost like snowflakes. Many of the flowering plants are filled with buds, the colours just beginning to burst through. The air is cool, even as the sun shines down from above, and a light breeze sways the branches of the foliage. Birds chirp from their perches high in the trees, their songs clear in the otherwise quiet afternoon.

El, you are a fantastic person to know! It’s always fantastic to see your latest posts, and scheming in dms together was hilariously fun. I’m honoured to have started writing at the same time as you, and I’m looking forward to seeing us both grow.

Bloom (@blooming-mushroom)

If El is a spring day, then Bloom is a summer one. Bright and sunny, with the trees of the orchard providing the perfect amount of shade to relax in. The flowers that had once been just starting to appear are now in full bloom, the colours vibrant against green leaves and stems. Bumblebees and butterflies hover around the garden, darting from flower to flower. Sitting on the grass, you’re surrounded by friends caught mid-laughter.

Bloom, you are a glorious person who always seems full of energy (and it’s great, even if we have to bully you into sleeping <3). I always smile when you show up with a post, and greatly enjoy all of your interactions with your mutuals. You are a force of chaos! /pos

Mori (@moriiartist)

Mori is a night in the woods behind the castle. At first glance, the forest appears terrifying. Branches curve above your head like outstretched claws, partially blotting out the full moon. A wolf howls in the distance. The wind rushes through the leafless trees, the clacking of limbs stark against the otherwise silent night. As you look closer, though, the scene before you is not the scary image it appeared to be. Fireflies dance around, lighting up the area with a cheerful glow to accompany the moonlight. Small, brightly coloured flowers bloom at the base of the tree roots, and warm-toned mushrooms have made their homes on some of the trunks. The wind is not the bone-chilling cold you first expected, and is in fact quite comfortable, hugging you like a friend would after you’ve been separated for a while. A raven is perched in one of the trees, one you’ve come to know as well as any human, one that brings gifts of shiny things and stones and all the small things that make you smile.

Mori, I will fully admit I was a tiny bit scared of you at first. Mostly because of your theme, I think, but now I’m really glad to have been able to see past that to the sweet person underneath. I love seeing your interactions with others, and I love seeing the little blue dot when you manifest in the inbox, bringing your comparisons to creatures I do not know but will cherish as a gift from a friend.

#nix the beloved #el the beloved #bloom the beloved #mello the beloved #mori the beloved #my mutuals <3 #go give them love; they're all amazing!#skeptic frog thoughts #frog qna

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blinded-and-bloody · 6 years ago

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October Writing Challenge

Day Fourteen : Torture

Show : Supernatural

Characters : Gabriel, Asmodeus

[ This is towards the beginning, when he wasn’t out of his mind with fear yet. ]

You know, you’d think after a couple billion years of wandering the planet, that I would know what everything feels like. The only problem with that is, well, I don’t. I’ve done a lot of stupid stuff over the years, but I’ve never been anywhere like this before. I’ve never been tied down to a table in Hell, breathing in the stench of sulfur, powerless to whims of a demon.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. A day, a month, a year? I can’t tell anymore. Even if I could know, I don’t think I would want to. Things wouldn’t change either way.

The more time goes by, however it goes by, the more I lose hope. I thought, in the beginning, that someone would come save me. I constantly had to remind myself that no, no one would. I put myself in this situation. My brothers had no idea where to begin looking for me, my dad isn’t coming back anytime soon, and the Winchester’s [ even Sam, I didn’t even tell Sam ] thought I died in that hotel.

For all intents and purposes, I am alone in this universe.

“Good morning,” came a booming voice, opening up the door with a bang. There is no way to tell if he’s telling the truth.

Him.

Asmodeus. What a fucking asshole, with his stupid white suit and stupid accent, looking like a Kernel Sanders reject. If he didn’t constantly remind me of who he was [ “A Knight of Hell, Angel, and you’d better remember that.” ] I wouldn’t actually know or remember. Out of all Lucifer’s creations, the Knights weren’t the ones I cared about the most, that actually being the Hellhounds. They’re kinda cuddly when they’re not ripping out your soul.

I guess that’s another mistake of mine that I can add to the ever-growing list of them.

Kernel Sanders Asmodeus walks over to me, his greasy hair dangling in front of his face as he leans over me.

Someone needs another hit, I think numbly, knowing what that means for me. I would speak if I could, but I can’t. My lips are held together with string. They have been for awhile. On my worse days, when I’m dangling on that thin line between human and Angel, my mouth and throat feel like a desert.

Without giving me a warning, or a safety word, Asmodeus fucking stabs me in the neck with a giant needle. Seriously, who told him the damn thing had to be that big?

I can feel my Grace being extracted. Every time, I feel myself being disconnected from my home. From everything. From myself. The longer he goes, the more it hurts. The more he takes, the further I fall, the more the annoying little pain nerves I apparently have act up [ “it’ll be to help them,” Dad told me. What bullshit ].

He unceremoniously sticks the needle into his own arm, and much like some kind of heroin addict, shoot up. Unlike a heroin addict, Asmodeus does not sink to the floor in a state of bliss, he instead sighs, tosses the needle aside, and looks down at me. I can already tell he doesn’t have anything fun in store for me.

“Did you sleep well?”

Polite conversation. Shit. That never spells out anything good for me. I try to keep my breath steady as he turns his back to me, checking out some shiny, pointy things on the table against the wall.

I know what most of them do, at this point. I’ve been here that long. I wonder how long that is.

Stop wondering about that.

He comes back with a simple blade, some sort of precise slicing knife. I don’t know the name of it, but I don’t have to know the name of it to know that I won’t like it. Before I can half-heartedly pull on the binding material keeping me here, Asmodeus starts slicing at my stomach.

My stomach muscles always clench whenever he starts there - whenever he goes there period - and under the sting of the knife, I can feel the blood rolling down and off the side of me. It’ll probably roll right under me, eventually getting sticky and uncomfortable.

When Asmo-douche has sliced me up to his liking, he tosses the blade aside and grabs something else from the table. He comes back and shoved something under my nose. It’s a lemon, and it actually smells pretty good. I won’t think that in a few moments.

“You know,” he says, turning again to slice the fruit up, “I would apologize for this, but I’m not sorry. I’m having a great time just toying with you, Angel.”

When he turns back, I already have my eyes closed, just waiting for it. It comes, the painful sting from the lemon juice. Lemons. Sour, but edible. I used to like lemons, but I guess I can add them to the list of traumatizing items I have on a mental list. It can join string and holy oil, I guess, though I might put it on the list next to the face I stole from my best ex-friend.

As I feel the stinging lemon juice follow the same trail as the blood, I realize I’m crying. I’m so human I’m crying, just a little. Asmodeus notifies this and wipes at my eyes for me, getting a little lemon in them, which doesn’t help.

The next several hours are a blur of pain, blood, and muffled screams. I can’t beg, I can’t scream, not really. I’m helpless.

Eventually, both Asmodeus and I panting [ “panting,” I can barely get air in through my nose ], he declares himself finished. Everything hurts.

I want to go home.

I don’t have a home to go back to.

“Well,” he says, concluding some sort of monologue I wasn’t listening to, “that was fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He turns off the light, engulfing me in a sort of endless darkness, and makes his leave.

At least I’m alone.

[ Heh, sorry it sucks guys ]

[ @samael-has-arrived @gabriel-deserved-better @olidiavalree @jackwriteswhump @maui-writes-whump @rebel-stan @itty-bitty-obessesions @animerose96 @little-boyking @g0re-b0y ]

#supernatural #spn #archangel gabriel #blood #gabriel #restrained #supernatural season 13 #supernatural writing #fan fiction #spn fanfic #october writing challenge #whumptober #day fourteen #day fourteen: torture

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