#spot on the grass. I don't care I just can't stand for that long

[running-in-the-dark]

oh no. I did too much today, which means I walked or stood up all day. and we're going to a concert tomorrow.... I'm very worried that my feet won't like it 😭

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)

[feyascorner]

okay first of all i ADORE ur writing… wanna take a bite out of it..

anyway… uh… can i uhh… order a uhh…. astarion x tav.. and like..tav has a fucking insane pain tolerance and always has.. and like… uhh… one time she gets fucking TOTALED in a fight and like obvi it would hurt… and shes like crying subconsciously.. and when some1 points it out shes like “what???? why am i crying wtf???” and like looks down and is just fucking BLEEDING… n then.. astarion comfort…

only if u want thoo!!!!

a/n. Im like the exact opposite I'm very dramatic about the slightest pain but this is such a cute request so Ty!! ALSO PLS EXCUSE IF THIS IS A LITTLE CLUNKY I HAD TO TYPE THIS OUT W MY FINGERS🫠🫠

Astarion is grateful for your tolerance to pain.

Of course, he doesn't particularly enjoy watching you in pain, but he’s no fool. He knows the sting and the soreness that comes after he drinks from your neck. Well, at least, it should sting. However, it never seemed to bother you, and for that, he's forever grateful for it.

These strange sentiments expand past his thirst for blood, as the relief he feels when you’re battered up after a battle and you smile at him as if nothing’s wrong is incomparable to any other feeling he’s felt.

That relief does not come currently, however.

The battle was nearly hopeless. Overwhelmed in number, mages casting counterspell, fighters constantly aiming at you…he’s lost track of it all. By some miracle you and your companions stand victorious, and when he sees that you offer Karlach a lopsided smile, confirming that you're fine, he reaches to pick up one of his daggers.

“Tav—what in the hells, are you okay?”

It’s then that he spots the way your lip quivers and tears glisten threateningly at your eyes. And when you meet his own, they begin to drip down your cheeks like crystals and roll off your chin. He's seen you in tears before, but out of something more positive—not from pain. Before he can even tell what he's doing, he's rushing toward you.

“Why are you—” he sees the blood seeping from your stomach, and his face would've gone pale if he could.

You finally lift your hands to your face, eyes wide when your fingertips brush against the dampness of your cheeks. “Oh. Why am I?…”

Shadowheart scrambles to scrimmage around her bag. “Here, let me—gods, where did I—did we use all the healing potions?—”

“Oh for hells sake. Because you're bleeding!” Astarion hisses, his hand intertwining with yours as he drags you toward the nearest tree where he sits you down. He freezes when you flinch but you shake your head, wiping at your eyes. Your other companions are still searching the enemy corpses for anything that might relieve you of the pain, but they're taking far too long for his liking.

“I’m okay, it doesn't really hurt that much.”

“You’re crying.”

“I didn't even know I was-” you wince.

His eyes narrow. “Lay down.”

“What? No, I’m really fine!”

“Gods, love, please for once, listen to me. It’s quite straining to watch you clamber around with that ghastly wound on your stomach.”

You frown, but he guides you down anyway, careful to lay down your head against the grass. “Now wait patiently. Maybe if we’re lucky, our dear friends will find a potion before I start developing wrinkles.”

A momentary silence hangs in the air. It’s by no means uncomfortable, but there are words on the tip of his tongue he wishes to say. And when he notices you staring, he sighs.

“If you're hurt, tell us. I don't care how high your pain tolerance is—if you're hurt, call us. Call me. Don't be a fool and bleed out over a few enemies when we’ve been through so much worse.”

The sincerity in his voice is almost embarrassing. But with the way you're watching him so seriously, he can't bring himself to dwell on such irrelevant factors.

Then, you smile again, as if you've forgotten about the pain. “How minor can the pain be for me to call you?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Can I call you when I stub a toe?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I will.”

He stares at you with lidded eyes and you laugh. He feels the weight on his shoulders get a bit lighter.

“You may call for me whenever you wish.”

[yanderestarangel]

can you write some headcanons for smoke (tomas vrbada) from mk1? there’s barely anything on tumblr for him😭

HEADKANONS | TOMAS VRBADA - SMOKE MK1

TW: SFW, NSFW Headcanons, AFAB Anatomy, Husband!Tomas.

A/N: thanks for the idea anon<3 I miss this big guy on tumblr, Tomas my love deserves more attention.

He is the shy type, a loving, passionate and gentle lover, even with his most serious exterior he melts in your arms.

Tomas loves just being at home with you, especially if you are married - whether it is an arranged marriage or a spontaneous marriage - he likes you, if it is an arranged marriage he will be shy to even talk to you, but he will do his best to being a good husband, respecting your limits, remembering important dates like your birthday - he even saves money to buy something you really want and makes dinner for you -

He is the type that will want to be your safe haven, if you live in the same house with him, you will take care of the house while he goes out to work with the Liu Kuei clan, but if you want to work for him that's fine, but he You will be reluctant at first for fear of being hurt in some way.

Tomas doesn't allow you to be close to Bi Han, don't take him the wrong way, he's just afraid because he knows his brother, Bi Han doesn't like anyone and probably if you and Tomas are married by arrangement, it was the grandmaster himself who forced him both to get married, as a form of "humiliation" for Vrbada, but it had the opposite effect, he was happy to have someone like you.

He's the type who only talks if you talk to him, he's always been like that, sometimes if you get too distracted he'll even forget that Tomas is at home, getting scared when you turn around and see him at the kitchen table, cutting his teeth vegetables for dinner for both of you.

On his days off from the clan, he likes to just spend time with you, watching movies, taking care of the house - mowing the grass, reading some books, practicing some new moves or, if you want, sex all day long, oral, anal, vaginal , whatever you want and order he will do to you, do you want him to fuck you from the outside? He goes. Do you want him to fuck you with his dick all over the house? He goes. Do you want to suck his dick? He'll let you stand between his legs until you're satisfied - he loves your blowjobs, especially if you pay attention to his balls, even if he's too shy to talk.

Tomas has a twenty centimeter dick, thick, slightly bent to the right with two thick veins that stand out on the sides, which pulsate extremely when he is hard. The color is pink at the tip going halfway, he is very sensitive - he gets hard with practically anything you do, even cumming in his pants if you tease him, especially if you masturbate him through the fabric, he whimpers and begs to cum, begging for your pussy, mouth, breasts anything, he just needs your body connected to his-

He values your pleasure first, but sometimes he can't hold back, cumming before you do, he's embarrassed, blushing while apologizing to you, but he won't stop trying to make you cum, he has so much repressed lust :( Tomas will continue to have a hard-on even after the first orgasm, that is, he will make you cum, whether with his dick, mouth, fingers or taking turns between the three, after all, it's your pleasure that matters to him.

He loves fingering you, always paying attention to your clit, he knows the right spots, where to touch, where to massage and how to massage - Tomas will finger you with both fingers, using his thumb to pay attention to your throbbing bud, while you praised him for holding his fingers so well - Example:

"-Good boy | Good girl"

"-Pretty little doll"

"-Babydoll"

"-Little prince | Little princess"

"-Sweetheart"

"-My angel"

"-My boy | My girl"

"-Mine, mine alone"

"-You've done well/a good job my love."

"-You're making me really happy right now baby."

"-Fuck that's it, I know you can take it all."

Cowgirl - Tomas likes to see you in control, your pleasured face bouncing on his dick, as he watches your pussy being impaled by his dick, Vrbada's strong hands on your waist, squeezing the soft flesh of your body as he watches your breasts jump with each movement, he helps you by praising you and moaning to let you know that he is loving it, he is also quite vocal, you can see Tomas' face contorting with pleasure, his worked muscles trembling with each ride of your pussy tight on him, just keep enjoying yourself on his dick as he praises you for being so good for him as he cums inside your pussy with a guttural moan.

Reverse cowgirl - Vrbada loves seeing your ass bouncing on his crotch, how your back and waist look so delicate while your pussy swallows him greedily, he tries to be a gentleman with you but loses control, holding your ass tightly , slapping and fucking you at his pace.

Missionary - He loves this position because he can look at you, every reaction of pleasure, every time his cock slips out of your pussy, every time you moan when he pushes his thick shaft into your uterus, he always captures your pleasure, praising you and talking looking into your eyes how beautiful you are, while kissing you on your neck, breasts, face,lips, placing his forehead on yours while closing his eyes or looking down, seeing your wet intimacies, he loves seeing your full belly, with a slight elevation caused by his seed - he loves making a good creampie, taking his fingers up yours sensitive hole and dirtying the tips, rubbing it on your lips while he made you taste his cum.

Bonus: The only time you saw him angry was when Bi-Han betrayed him and Kuai Liang, he arrived at your house, an aura of anger and black smoke surrounding him tightly, you didn't even have time to ask. Tomas's anger and frustration seemed to radiate from him as he entered the room, his emotions practically palpable. Without saying a word, he took off his mask and kissed you fiercely, his desperation and anger evident in his actions. As he rubbed his hard cock against your body, you could feel the intensity of his emotions swirling between you. It was clear that he intended to release his anger through fucking, and you were more than willing to be his outlet. His grip tightened around your waist as he turned you around, removing your shorts and exposing your delicate pussy. With one hand, he easily trapped his legs, holding you in place as he ravished you with an almost primal intensity. "-Fucking Bi-Han." -Tomas growled, his voice mixed with anger and frustration. "-He betrayed us, son of a bitch, our father would be so disappointed... he was always so cold to me... shit shit, I thought he was my brother." As he continued to thrust into your pussy, his movements becoming more urgent and forceful, he tore off your shirt, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. The sight of your bare flesh only intensified his need, your lewd growls echoing through the room, he pushed his fingers into your mouth making you suck on them. "-Take my fingers, my dirty little slut" -ordered Tomas, his voice dripping with dark desire. "-Suck them, show me how eager you are to please me." With each strong thrust, Tomas vented his anger on your poor pussy.

[smuthospital]

⭐️Degrees of lewdly: Eden⭐️

Premise: You're a spooky place youtube explorer, and you get lost in a big scary forest! Eden voorhees lol. Reader is fem. Enjoy!

Art by Minagami

Re-upload because tumblr took it down last time.

Content Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, tummy bulge, blood, Eden is Jason, Voorhees

Miners DNI

You've never really gone hiking before and it's proven itself to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought it would be. You like to explore places you've never been, spooky places. more for the thrill. you started filming it and posting your videos on youtube. You usually take some friends along, but all of your friends decided to be little babies this time since the place you're exploring is extra creepy this time. It's a large forest 20 miles away from your city. You borrowed your mom's car to get here. you always tell them you're at a friend's house because they'd kill you if they ever found out you're putting yourself in possibly harmful situations. This forest is known for creepy sightings, disappearances, ghosts, and lots of other things your viewers would love to watch. You've been to abandoned hospitals, cemeteries, tunnels, all that good stuff. You don't think you'll actually see anything, but you brought a can of pepper spray just in case.

The wind howls, making the trees dance above you. The shapes that were once branches in the day have turned into long gangly fingers that desperately reach for you and the bushes now house entities with red eyes and fangs that you imagine want to tear you to pieces! "Wow, guys. This might just be the scariest one yet, haha. There's probably some sort of scp in here with me haha!" You try to keep yourself company by talking to your soon-to-be viewers when you post this, but it's really just to keep you calm.

"I'm a bit lost. The trail kinda disappeared somewhere around here, I think. there's just so much long grass and it's more of a footpath than an actual trail." you complain as you try to spot any familiar landmarks. It's almost impossible. It might be easier in the day for sure, but the night masks everything. You step over decayed logs and large roots, feeling worry set in. What if you're really lost!? Your thoughts come to an abrupt stop when you hear a strange sound not too far from where you're standing. Your blood freezes as you feel a cold sweat coming on. Maybe...maybe it's a person? And maybe they can help you?..or..a monster!? No, (Y/n), this is no time to be silly! That could be a person willing to help you before you get yourself completely lost!

Little did you know you were already a mile deep, walking in the wrong direction.

“I heard a sound. It could be someone who could help me get back on track.” You whisper. You turn off your video camera's flash light and carefully make your way to where you heard the sound, being careful not to step on anything that could alert whatever it is of your presence. You don’t want to startle it, just in case it's an animal willing to protect its territory from invaders like yourself. The sound came from below you. There's a rocky slope leading down to a river. You get down on your knees and peer between the long grass. You can't make out much in the dim moonlight... until you spot a giant of a man dragging a sack through the shallow water. His size alone sends shivers down your spine. Even from where you're crouching, you could tell he would dwarf you the way a cat would to a mouse. You examine him a bit more.The sack is stained in a dark colour that is seeping through the fabric and into the water. You don't dare move a muscle or even breathe. You can't believe your eyes. This can't be real. Are you in a horror movie?

You make sure he disappears behind the tree line with the mysterious sack before letting out a breath. You didn't want to accidentally alert him of your presence in any shape or form. He was probably just a hunter. Yeah, he could have helped you, but he also could have added you to the wet sack and you were not risking that.

You stand up and turn around, ready to get as far away from here as possible, only to bump your nose into a tree. The collision causes you to drop your camera. That's strange. You don't remember walking around a tree to look over the cliff. You rub your nose in annoyance. Wait a minute... This tree didn't have rough bark like the rest of them...Your brain blanks out. You've been in denial this entire time, your brain working extra hard to rationalize what's happening. Before you is a large torso. You can't even see their shoulders from how close you're standing, just a wide, firm chest. You crane your neck up and it takes you a good three seconds before your brain registers that you're looking at the man from before..and he's wearing a mask!

He looks down at you with a focused gaze. You let out a short scream and try to run away, but being within arm's reach of the giant makes it too easy for him to simply reach out and grab the back of your top. He lifts you off your feet with one arm and brings you to his eye level. He cocks his head to the side, observing you slowly. He looks down at the camera you dropped and places his large boot on it, pressing down and crushing it. You start to hyperventilate. He's gonna chop you up and wear your skin, he's gonna keep you in a dark hole and shout "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again!" You thrash in his iron grip, pushing at his large hand and sobbing untellable pleas for mercy, but your begging falls on deaf ears. "I-I'm sorry. I-I'll leave, I promise! Please let me go! I-I didn't mean to bother you, I'm sorry!" You cry. Your little struggle seems to have made your shirt ride up a bit, showcasing your supple flesh to his thirsty eyes. His eyes laser focus on your bare skin.

To your confusion, his hand reaches to caress your skin, feeling the smooth texture before slowly moving up. You wiggle more, scared of where this is going. His hand soon finds your breast and cups it before giving it a squeeze. He shudders. His breathing becomes heavier as he continues to mess with your body, his thumb rolling over your nipple. All you can do is whimper and wiggle in his hold. his hand begins sliding down and you scream. You suddenly remember you brought a can of pepper spray, whipping it out of your back pocket and pointing it at his face. Then as you were about to press down and unleash the fire juice, it was gone. In his hand that was previously molesting you lies the remains of your poor pepper spray, crushed and bubbling pathetically. He was so fast you hadn't even realized he snatched it. You just stare at him in horror. To your surprise, he's not even mad, too preoccupied with the need to explore your privates. You hold his wrist and look into his eyes. He looks back into yours as if telling you to stop. You hesitantly let go, and he nods as if to tell you that you've made the right decision. His hand cups your pussy through your jeans, pressing in a bit at the entrance. He seems eager.

He lifts you higher and uncomfortably sets you on his shoulder, his hand on your ass to keep you in place. You don't even bother struggling. You'll wait for an opportunity. If this man wanted you dead, you'd be dead. You don't want to provoke him. From your spot on his shoulder, You notice that he's got a hunting rifle strapped to his back along with a machete. He has an assortment of things attached to his hips among them being a hunting knife and bullet pocket. You shiver. One more off-putting thing that's just about forcing bile up your throat is that he's also covered in a dark wet liquid. You haven't noticed till now, but you haven't been breathing so his smell has now come to your attention. He smells strongly of iron. To that, you're not very surprised.

He starts marching down the hill you were previously watching him from. You have no idea how you saw him disappear through the treeline and he still managed to sneak up on you. He picks up the large stained sack where he left it in favor of locating his little spying mouse. It smells awful, the meaty smell assaulting your senses every second. It's been 15 minutes and an opportunity to escape has not shown itself. This is it. This is how you die. Your body will never be found. Maybe in a few years in a shallow grave by some hiker if you're lucky. This inhuman mass of muscle is going to cut you up and eat you. Maybe even skip cutting you up. He could probably eat you whole as pre-workout. He lifts his leg to step over a large log, his grip on your ass slightly loosening just enough for you to catch him off guard and slip off his shoulder. You grunt as you fall into the dirt and leaves behind him. You scramble up before the giant can scoop you up. You run in a random direction. You just needed to get away from him, getting out of the forest was a problem for later. You didn't even think about how fast he'd be. How could someone be so big and fast!? He took off after you and suddenly, he was on your ass. You've never felt such a primal fear as he chased you like a hungry animal.

A large hand grabs your shoulder and rips you backwards. You fall on your back and stare up at the man now on his knees in front of you, his body completely casting a shadow before yours. He gets down on his hands, caging you too the ground, his body inches above yours. You stare into the holes of his mask and into his rabid eyes. He leans in by your neck. You stop breathing once again, you think your heart stopped. You feel something large and hard pressing roughly into your crotch. You hear him take a deep breath and smell you..."Smells nice." His voice is deep and rough, but it sounds like he rarely uses it. You scream and begin to cry again, not being able to take it anymore. You fight him with all your might. He grabs your wrists with one hand. You hear him chuckle a bit before his hand comes up to cup your check. He suddenly squeezes it and twists your face around to get a better look at your features. He grinds his hips against yours, teasing you of what's to come. He roughly releases your face, before standing to his full height and dragging you up with him. He tosses you back over his shoulder, this time with an almost bone-crushing grip. “Name.” His tone is commanding. When you fail to answer right away, his fingers press into the area on your crotch. Threatening to rip right through. “(Y/n)! My name is (Y/n)!” He hums in response.

Hot tears run down your cheeks as he walks back over to where he left his murder mystery sack. He navigates through the forest as he knows it like the back of his hand until he comes upon a clearing where his home stands. A lonely wooden cabin. He drops the gooey meat bag on the ground. You cringe at the wet sound it makes on impact. You peer over at the sack to see a human hand flop out. Before you could react, he slams his hand over your mouth painfully. "Shut up." He waits for you to nod before removing his hand. He opens his front door and steps inside. It smells musty, like old wood and man smell. Not bad, but not amazing either. He walks up his stairs and sets you on a very large bed. You take a deep breath in, your stomach sore from being jabbed by his shoulder for the entirety of the long walk.

He doesn't let you get comfortable though. His hands are on you in an instant, grabbing your clothes and ripping them to shreds like tissue paper, you're naked before you could even hold any of your clothes together. Hungry eyes leer over you through his mask. You feel his hot breath fan you through the bottom of his mask. "S-stop it, please! Don't hurt me!" You beg. As if to mock your plea, his rough hand grips your plush thigh a little too close to your cunt and squeezes it tightly before shoving it against your chest, making room for himself between them.

He releases you for a moment, only to unzip his uncomfortably tight pants. You shut your eyes and look away, only to feel the soul-crushing weight of his cock slam against your lower stomach. You writhe underneath him, small sobs and hiccups coming from your mouth every few seconds. He pauses for a moment but ultimately decides to continue. You peer up between your wet palms and see him rubbing the tree trunk between his thighs while looking down at your pathetic form.

"W-wait! I-I'm not rea-" He grabs your thighs and forces you closer to him and lines his cock up with your entrance, he slides it up and down your folds, causing you to shudder. He doesn't care if you're ready or not. You shut your eyes as he presses forth. You scream in pain. It won't go in. You're too tight, he's too big and you're dry. The tip can't even get through. You whimper in pain. It burns. You need moisture. He lifts his mask a bit and you get a peek of his jaw. It's noticeably sharp and covered in stubble. You feel his saliva plap against your poor dry cunt before he puts his mask back into place. He tries to enter you again. You yelp. He gets a bit through before he can't anymore. He sighs. He was trying to be gentle. He didn't want to break you so quickly...

He grips your thighs tightly. You feel his nails dig in. You barely have time to register the pain before you feel like you're being ripped in two. He's forcing his way in. You immediately let out a scream and begin spazzing. He just continues until he reaches his base, more than snug against your insides. Drool leaks past the corner of your lip as you stare off into space. He breathes heavily and stares at the bulge he created in your lower stomach. He brushes his hand over it and watches as you whimper and twitch. He pulls his hips back and watches it disappear before ramming himself in again and seeing it jab through your insides. He chuckles.

You lay there, unable to do anything but feel what he's doing to you. You lift your arm and place it on his lower stomach, hoping to stop him that way. You feel his rock-hard abs through his shirt and push. "You're...adorable...fuck.. you're tight." He groans before he slams himself deep inside and you clench around him. He hisses and struggles to pull out halfway, your insides trying to pull him back in. He slams in again and presses himself as deeply as he can, firmly hugging your cervix with his cock. Your eyes cross as he thrusts in and out, keeping a proper pace. Moans spill from your lips along with jumbled-up words he can't make out, all of which sound like music to his ears.

He leans over you, forcing himself snugly against you again, his mask right next to your cheek. He groans as he feels you twitch around him. "Feel..so good... was worried you'd rip... you're only bleeding a little." You can hear the smug grin in his tone.

It feels so good. You're so ashamed, feeling good when you're being raped by a maniac. You clench your tear-filled eyes as he pounds into your aching cunt. The knot in your lower stomach bursts as you cum. He moans as you tighten around him. He stills for a second, just enjoying how you feel before he pounds into you like a feral beast. You're surprised your pelvis is holding up. He grips your waist tight and grunts as he empties his balls deep inside you. You can almost feel yourself getting pregnant. You feel too full. Your stomach bloats with cum. You feel hot and fuzzy. Your pussy is so very sore and your legs are numb. He pants above you. "I've been thinking of getting myself a little wife like you." He says as he slowly pulls his still throbbing cock out with a wet 'pop'. "You're a pretty little thing and you take my cock well. Be grateful I'm letting you live as my cock sleeve." He stands up, towering over your crumpled body once again. "My name is Eden. Your duties from now on are cooking, cleaning, mending my clothes and taking my seed. Do not make me repeat these orders. Object and I won't hesitate to remind you of your place. I was gentle this time." His giant cock is still dripping your juices. You can't stop looking at it. Ge takes notice and climbs over you before grabbing your head and forcing you close to his groin. "I see you love cock. Lick it clean then like a good wife. go on."

You look up at him and hesitate a bit too long. You see anger flash in his eyes and you quickly envelop his tip in your mouth. He groans as you lick your mixed juices off, going as deep as you can without choking. He moans and grabs the back of your head. He stares down at you with such intensity that you can feel him burning holes into you. You suddenly feel your throat being invaded and your nose pressing into his pubic hair, nose pressing into his crotch. He moves you back and forth, face fucking you. You struggle to breathe properly through your nose. You let out muffled whimpers and cries, sending vibrations through his cock. He grunts in pleasure before you feel a load of hot thick liquid being shot into your mouth and down your throat. You're so tired. He slowly pulls his cock back and laughs at your exhausted state. Your head flops back onto the bed, your jaw and lips so incredibly sore and raw feeling. "Good girl." He says before your sight fades to black. You explored a bit too much.

[kazimirovich]

all i can say forever

i'm jewish. as a child i moved from a rural town where my family saw acts of rage and hate, emigrated from a country with a horrifying history with jews. you know the one, though there are many. i'm 31 now and i have seen and experienced antisemitism my whole life, in the many places i've lived, to varying degrees. not that i should need to qualify this before everything i have to say - but i know what that looks and feels like. in my life there have been times at which i have been in danger. i choose to stay out of danger in all the ways i was taught. (part of that is not moving into someone else's house uninvited (more in a sec))

(well-meaning?) people want me to have a relationship with israel. they are very invested in assuming i have some connection to this shifting space, this project. they associate my german jewishness with a place i have never been and never felt. home, for me, is the uncle i haven't seen in too long, the ailing brother of my mother, the same red nose. it's fresh sheets hung over dry summer grass, it's bavarian farmland, it's thick liptauer on pumpernickel bread warmed over the wood stove. it's my grandmother's dining room and rough fenceposts, borders we disrespected as kids. home is also here and there and where my family is, where my friends are, where i've built myself.

in a geopolitical sense, it is clear that the antisemitic position is to sequester jews into a partitioned state conceived of by non-jews after the sunset of our most recent attempted decimation. antisemitic, to tell jews "move here, be at home in this space of constant war. impose war on others. fight for a tenuous link to an ancestry you've never seen or studied." in a religious sense, sort of a key feature of judaism since the second exile is that - we're in exile. this is an orthodox argument, but i have to admit that rabbinical discourse is pretty convincing. the secular establishment of the israeli state in an attempt to accelerate any so-called redemption has left us at a point where i really don't know what hope we have for that to occur. if you believe in god, how can you believe they are looking down at us, impressed

because beyond theoretical or spiritual reasons, the bloodlust, the vengefulness, the racism, the violation of law (i know that laws are agreed upon, are broken all the time by those who grant themselves impunity), the evil of this continuance, the evil which grinds babies and text and memory, gnashes it all in its droning machinery, its cold horror and inhumane (unhuman) practice, seemingly perfected... it is obvious to anyone with a single thought that it is an ethnic cleansing. the forcible "movement" (murder) of people of one group from land people of another group want. is ethnic cleansing. we are watching it in real time, and the world stands by and in many cases, it endorses, it beats and imprisons those who are brave enough to stand up to it, it rewards cowardly men in war rooms who having read fukuyama and arendt and maybe even voegelin conveniently forget themselves, because they can afford to, and wave their hands and make calls and decimate entire families cities sovereignties. and liberalism - that fickle ideology whose sole search is for the justification of atrocity - sends its thoughts and prayers, and emphasizes how just horrible both sides are, and conveniently forgets the histories that have led each "side" to this. convenient.

and i can't do anything about it. i can perfectly articulate every well-thought-out argument, i can cry the most frustrated tears from the well of my chest and i can scream that this isn't right, because it isn't, but nobody fucking cares. those who matter have decided for those who don't.

if you align yourself with israel, or feel any sympathy toward the supposed plight of active settlers (not a neutral spot to be in, by the way - another rational argument), i hope you know how thoroughly you've been manipulated. how successful the project of those with the power to decide we don't matter has been. you and i don't matter. so-called free thinkers meme. you fucking idiot. you genocidal maniac.

not putting this under a cut. fuck you. read it all and remember my jewish name and keep it far out of your mouth the next time you tell someone why the people you've told me are my neighbors deserve a flattening.

[spectres-n-soap]

Soap x reader x Ghost Let's Walk in The Grass

Content Warnings - Angst, grief, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of a pregnant afab body, slow burn, MW3 is canon

"Alright." Price responds. "Light duty until maternity leave." You nod and exit the office once he dismisses you. Closing the door behind you, you gulp down the salvia that had built in your throat. You rest your head against the cool brick for just a moment and steady your shaking hands before you began to walk to your own office. You open the door, your mind too muddled to recognize that it was unlocked.

You turn on the light and jump back when you see Ghost sitting in your chair. The sight might had made you laugh in a different time. A time when Soap was alive to laugh with you at the sight of Ghost dwarfing the desk chair. You clutch at your heart or the part of your shirt that it was under. "You scared me Lieutenant." You mutter and lean against the door after closing it. "Can I help you?"

Ghost pulls a plastic, clear baggie from his pocket that held the three at home pregnancy tests that you had taken in the girls bathroom. He places the baggie onto your desk. You look between him and the tests, disgust washing through you when you realize he had to dig through a trash can to find these. Then horror settles into your gut when you meet his hazel eyes, something angry stirring behind a thin layer of indifference.

"How long?" He asks, voice gruff and grating. Maybe it was his natural voice or from years of smoking and yelling.

"None of your business." You reply sharply, matching his own narrowing eyes with your own. "If thats all." You step aside and motion towards the door.

" 'M not goin' anywhere."

"This is my office." 

"And I'm your superior officer."

You clench your jaw. You know that Ghost was a hard-ass. You had worked with him for easily two years, more if you counted the times before the task force. "Five weeks." You finally concede, "Satisfied?"

"No."

You throw up your hands in exasperation with a huff, "I gave you the answer. What else could you want?"

"The full story." Ghost leans ack in the chair. Your chair.

You can't help the laugh that comes from you; harsh and bitter. "With no respect sir, that's none of your business." It was hard to deny the chemistry that Ghost and Soap had. The banter and subtle shows of affection. Ghost, the bastard, was a smart as much as he was a hard-ass. Had he figured it out? Or had Soap blabbed about that night? You purse your lips at the thought and the silence that filled the office.

That night hadn't happened on base, you had sworn Soap to secrecy. He might had loved to talk but you trusted that he had taken that secret to his grave among many others. Eventually Ghost stands from the chair and leaves. You don't waste a second before locking the door behind him.

You sit at your desk and touch nothing. You stare at the small pile of paperwork, listen to the tick-tock of the clock and close your eyes. You could almost hear the laughter that used to bounce off the walls of this office and flow through the halls.

"Don't say it." You warned, narrowed eyes met Soaps gleaming ones. "One more joke and you're banned from my office."

"As come off it lassie." His scottish accent warmed the room, "Just one more."

"MacTavish." You grumbled and his smile only grew.

"What do ya call a solider who survived mustard gas and pepper spray?" He asked and chuckled when you groaned. "A seasoned veteran."

"I hate you."

"Ye wound me," A devilish smile grew on his face, he had another joke to tell.

You wipe at the tears that run down your face with a shaky breath. You felt like a fool, a fool for not holding onto every moment Soap gave you. You had suspected Soap had gotten those jokes from Ghost but you never asked, simply because you didn't care. Soap was spent time with you, told stupid jokes and you loved him. You glance at the wall to your right. His office had already been cleaned out but the spot he would sit on your desk was still empty.Patiently awaiting something that would never happen again. You still love him.

You couldn't help but think about how Soap would've reacted if he was here now. Once, while the both of you were a couple drinks in, he had told you that he wanted a family. The memory was fuzzy on the details, how the topic had come up wasn't something you remembered. Still, you wondered if he would have jumped for joy at the news.

It must have been a funny sight to see, a member of the task force waddling around base. Thats what you thought to keep your sanity at least. You had to waddle, you lost the ability to see your feet a month ago. Price of course did approve the leave request you had put in. Gaz held you steady as you walked up the steps towards the offices. You couldn't believe today was the last day and then you were off for 52 weeks.

Unprompted, Gaz had stuck by your side since the second trimester. Of course he didn't push your boundaries but he helped you climb stairs and keep the rookies you were training from causing too much trouble. "I'm fucking massive." You mutter, huffing and puffing when you finally arrive at your office door. Gaz gives you a empathic smile because you both knew who waited inside your office. Fucking Ghost. 

Ghost hadn't given up and at this point you knew he knew the truth. That the baby was Soap's, you suspected Ghost just wanted to hear you admit it. You push the door open and stare right into Ghost's hazel eyes. Gaz, smartly, walks away after closing the door. "What?" You snap, too tired and pregnant to deal with Ghost.

"Just say it." His voice overflows with raw grief, the voice of a man who was at the end of his rope. He was begging you. "Please."

"Why do you care so much?" You ask, tone cold as you tilt your chin up. 

"Because its all we have left of him." At least he was right about you only having this piece of Soap. When his office and bunk had been cleaned out, it seemed everyone had gotten something of his. Everyone but you. This baby, this piece of John MacTavish was all you had now. "He drew you." Ghost whispers, pulling you from your building rage. "Pages and pages of sketches of you."

"Ghost-"

"Let me hear it. I'll step in because he can't."

"I don't understand." You mutter and wipe away the tears that had begun to build on your waterline. "You don't need to anything for me."

Ghost shook his head, "This is all we have left of him. I loved him." HIs voice cracks under the weight of his pain, "I want to do right by him. I've had 38 weeks to think about this. 38 weeks of watching this piece of Johnny grow with the knowledge he never knew. And the knowledge that he wouldn't have wanted you and the baby to be alone." Ghost stands up from the chair only to walk over and kneel down, he doesn't touch your belly. He seems to hesitate before grabbing your hand, "Please let me do right by him."

---

Ghost- Simon, whatever he wanted you call him, looks at you with disbelief when he sees your flat building. It was old, not in the best neighborhood but it wasn't like you spend a ton of time at your flat. "No." He states, like it would change reality.

"Yes." You grumble and twist the keys in the ignition of his truck off before getting out, ignoring his protests and cursing. "You said you wanted to help, so you're gonna help but on my own terms." You say as you move just about as fast as your body would let you. You had 11 weeks to set up the spare room in your flat for the baby.

Ghost pulls your duffel bag from the bed of his truck and follows you into the apartment, noting how there was no doorman or security. He also noticed the dirty carpet in the halls, the peeling paint and the water damage. He bit his tongue to keep from saying anything.

You waddle up the stairs to your flat, stopping at the top for a second to catch your breath. You swat away Ghost's hand before walking to your apartment door. You begin with the top deadbolt and work your way down to the doorknob lock. Finally, you open the door to your reasonably sized flat. Despite the state of the outside hallway, the flat was rather nice looking. Which didn't say much. Its paint wasn't peeling at least. Ghost sets the duffel bag onto your table and walks around the flat. Two bedrooms, the couch was clearly not new, perhaps a hand-me-down. Kitchen only had non-perishables inside but was stocked with pots, pans and the other needs for a human.

For an adult human. Not a baby. There was a lot of work to do in these last 11 weeks.

[loverangels]

hey love -

can u write something for Evan rosier x fem!reader?

Maybe where reader is Sirius’s cousin/sis. And she’s a gryffindor?

Maybe an enemies to lovers?

thanks 💕

skinny dipping

Pairings- evan rosier x gryffindor!reader

summary- insufferable evan rosier is sure on annoying you with his humiliating pranks.

tropes- enemies to lovers, fluff

warnings- mentions of sex, language, some slut shaming, mentions of stripping this is also my first time so I hope you enjoy! :)

a/n- also if you guys have any ideas or requests please feel free to send them 🫡

its a bit like a drabble and I apologise for that 😞

ever since first year Evan Rosier has been set on annoying with his insufferable remarks, and poor attempt and flirting.

Not only that, but he also seems to enjoy watching you being humiliated by mucliber, who absolutely adores you.

'Y/n!' Mucliber calls out skipping down the halls, jumping onto the gryffindor table, receiving glares and disgusted looks from your fellow mates and class fellows, laying on the table infront of you resting his face on his hand, smirking.

'oh Black will you do me the favour of going out with me to hogsmeade?' He asks waiting answer.

a dreadful beat of silence passes.

you roll your eyes used to his antics, 'bog off mucliber' you say as you stand up hollering your bag over your shoulder, walking out the hall brushing off the burning gazes. You end up catching evans eyes as you walk out his jaw clenched before catching your gaze he instantly smirks. A bit too much.

you sigh.

another day, another one of muclibers attempt at asking you out. It's been two years however he somehow doesn't get the hint. You curse angrily under your breath, as you walk outside towards the great lake.

You set your bag down as you sit at your spot, resting against the tree.

You hear someone behind you, and you turn around to see your older brother.

'you do know I can beat him up for you?' Sirius jokes as you notices your fingers tugging at the grass.

he adds noticing your face 'not that you can't take care of him on your own, it's just my duty you know?'

'i know it's just he can't seem to to get the fucking hint!.' you scoff

'he's a twat dont worry though I'm sure me, prongs and moony can come up with a way to shutting him up. We can always black mail him into leaving you alone or we'll tell everyone his mum stills bathes him.' he states smirking.

You shoot up almost toppling over as you choke on your saliva holding onto the tree for support.

You gasp for breath as sirius calmy pats your back, well I better get back to the boys, james probably doing some stupid shit right now, better join him before he gets detention without me' he brings before kissing your forehead before sprinting towards the castle.

You look around the grounds to see it empty, it's a free period, although it's slightly unusual there's no one outside.

you hesitate before pulling off your uniform off piling them on your bag, leaving you in your black lace bra and matching underwear. you head for the lake slowly stepping into the water chilly at first touch you slowly drunk the rest of your body into the water. you quicky submerge your whole body in and swim for a while, ridding any thoughts you had, instantly soothed at the warming water and the sun peeking out.

you grab your wand from the edge fo the lake going to retrieve your clothes and get out the lake before you notice your clothes missing. you gaze around carefully before you notice your clothes are actually missing.

fuck.

worryingly, you look around everywhere still floating in the water.

tears prick your eyes frustrated as you huff bawling your fists, before you hear a stupid snicker.

one you'd notice anywhere.

evan fucking rosier.

you look up as you consciously wrap your arms around the upper part of your body that is visible.

you meet his stupid crystal blue ocean like eyes-

'missing something?' he smirks mockingly as he dangles your uniform from his long slender fingers.

'oh don't be so immature rosier and pass me my fucking clothes.' you hiss wiping away your loose black curls from your cheek.

'say please' he grins.

you roll your eyes, growing more frustrated.

'0h fuck you rosier' you spit

'wouldnt you like that'

'what?'

'you heard me. Bet you spread your fucking legs if I asked hm?'

'whats your fucking problem?!' you exclaim confused.

'will you? Will you spread your fucking legs for me if I asked? What about now? What if I asked for your pink lips to wrap around my dick and take it like a good girl?' he spits

your chest grows heavy as you feel sick

'stop it!'

immediately his stomach drops as guilt crawls it's way into his throat.

'fuck you know I didn't mean that.'

you turn around as you try to even your breathing closing your eyes.2

before you can turn your back you head a splash of water and evan missing you look around waiting for him to submerge from the water only to be meeted with silence.

'rosier?' you call out as eery silence creeps into your ears.

'ok haha so funny you can come out you call out as you open your arms calling into the water.

you feel a lump in your throat as nothing happens.

'evan? evan come on, oh my god' your voice wavers as your hands shake.

you quickly reach to the edge of the lack about to get out and change and run to the castle for help before you feel something tug your ankle, before fully pulling you into the water.

your scream as your ears ring, but your under water.

there's no one to hear you.

all of a sudden the thing stops pulling you and you raise to the top of the water gasping heavily as tear roll down your face.

as you submerge youre met with evan grinning, his face dripping as well before dropping softly as he notices your tears and scared gaze.

your blood boils as you glare at him, sniffling, swimming past him, not getting anyway as he pulls you into his chest, one hand on your waist.

'rosier you dick you fucking-'

'you know I didn't mean that.'

'what?'

he sighs running a hand over his face as he swallows

'im sorry. I didn't mean that i wasn't thinking probably and I let my jealousy get the best of me I don't think of you like th-'

'jealousy?' you ask your eyes widen as your chest contracts.

'yes fuck!' he swallows hardly ' I got jealous. fucking Mucliber getting all in your face..'

you zone out as you just stare at him ranting watching him looking anywhere but at you as he rubs the back of his neck, you at his perfectly fine torso and abs to his strong muscular arms and pretty pink lips and long lashes and his ocean eyes-

'take a picture it'll last longer' he teases

you snap out of your trance blushing and growing flustered looking away.

hes fingers leave the back of his neck to your chin as he tilts your face gently to meet your gaze.

'can I kiss you?', he whispers carefully, not wanting to scare you off holding you as if he's scared of you slipping through his fingers.

you nod your head quickly before pressing your lips over his.

you sigh contently into the kiss as your hands grab his shoulders his hands cupping your face.

after a few minutes you break away, which felt like hours, the both of you gasp as you rest your head against his

'fuck I've been waiting to do that for five years' he states adorably before pressing his lips against yours again.

[tojigasm]

I’m crossfaded right now but I need diff Jake x pregnant reader a combination and angst, fluff and smut I literally don’t care what it is please !! It will make the wake and bake hit

I'm so fuckin deranged. In so sorry for this. This is so evil. I went down an angsty route with this one. I wrote this to be a sequel to "Who am I to Love you"

It rots within him. A thorny, prickly weed burrowing itself in the thick of his mind. It pricks and prods at his thoughts, trickling down his spine in a sickly plague.

He bides the long days with time in the ocean. Learning the ways of the metkayina and spending time with his children. He's braiding seagrass when his mind crawls back to the metkayinas soul tree. The tree where he'd seen Neteyam soon after his death.

He wonders if you're there too.

"Daddy, you're not braiding it right." Tuk scolds from beside him, taking over the thick weed and finishing the fishtail with a knot at the end.

"Sorry, Tuk," Jake doesn't go to the tree.

—

"I know you're thinking of her." Neytiri speaks through a sigh, cutting pieces of fruit. She places her knife down to rest a hand on Jake's back.

"Thinking of who?" Jake hardly acknowledges her, finishing a thread of grass, cinching the dried weed into a fold.

"Dont–" Neytiri takes a sharp inhale through her nose. "Don't even."

Jake drops the padded grass to turn to her, "what?" He shrugs, "what do you want me to say?" He stands up to pace around the length of the hammock.

"My Jake," she speaks softly, massaging the skin of her arm in an attempt to comfort herself.

"You want me to go talk to her?" He points outward to the ocean, and Neytiri drops her head in defeat, braids swaying side to side. "You want me to go pour my heart out to my dead mate–

"Our." She chokes under her breath.

It's begin to rain.

"Y-you want me to attach myself to her again? Attach myself to the one thing that I can't come back from? If i go there, i won't leave." He shakes his head solemnly. "God only knows how hard it's been fr'me to not take a knife to my fuckin' throat." Jake's voice croaks and blubbers.

Neytiri looks up at him under her lashes. A deepened blue shadows her features, and her honey eyes run an amber heat to them. She stands up and meets him eye to eye.

Jake's crying.

"She was my mate too, Jake." There's a sickly hiss to the way his name is spit from her tongue. "Not just yours," her ears flatten back and her canines bear, "you suffer in silence, but I will not."

He watches her leave.

—

It's late past eclipse when Neytiri returns home. Wet footsteps make their way into the hammock and a breeze pulls him from his light sleep before she slots herself against his back.

Neytiri presses a kiss to the base of his neck, thumbing his braid gently.

"She misses you."

She knows he's awake. He knows that she knows. Even so, he doesn't say anything.

—

He waits along the surrounding rocks of the tree of souls for hours. Fiddling with sheets of rock and coral that spots the ground as though it were weeds.

He thinks about going back to the clan. Back to his children, back to his mate, and back to his home. And a part of him thinks back to the forest and the years before neytam had been born. He thinks back to you.

It's not a long swim to reach the sprouting limbs of the tree, making the bond with shaky hands.

There's a moment of darkness before the forest surrounds him. He walks through the heavy brush and thick plants, running the tips of his fingers over the small flowers that litter the forest. He remembers the flower crowns you'd made for him. He wishes that the petals would live forever. Instead, they rot away, trapped in a chest hidden within the hammock. They lost their color long ago.

"Jake?" Your voice calls to him near the pond, and he can see you as he rounds a thick tree.

"Hi, honey," he whispers. His voice is quiet and soft. He thinks he might cry.

You're glowing under the rays of sun that glitter along the forest floor. Capturing you in their wake and painting an almost infinite image of you.

You run to him, jumping into his arms so quickly he doesn't have time to react before the both of you fall to the floor. "I missed you!" You squeal through a giggle.

"Woah," Jake chuckles lightly, "missed you too, kid." He kisses your temple, wrapping his arms around you loosely as you laugh into his chest.

Rolling off of him with a giggle, you land on your back beside him, arms and legs outstretched through the thick blades of grass that tickle your thighs.

Jake props himself onto an elbow beside you, tracing over your soft features, taking in the glow of your excitement with a warm smile.

"I never see you anymore." You say, lifting a hand to trace your finger over the outline of a few clouds thay scatter the sky. "Are you mad at me?"

Jake physically recoils at your question, scoffing at the idea that you could ever do anything wrong, let alone lead him to be cross with you.

"No, I'm–I'm not mad at you," he follows it with a laugh, brows furrowing. He watches you roll to your side, meeting his eyes.

"Then why don't you see me?"

"It's not–"

"Neytiri comes to see me all the time. She's made bracelets with me, and she's so excited to have another baby!" You scrunch your nose in glee.

A lump crawls up Jake's throat and plants itself there. He nearly chokes on it.

"M'sure she is–"

"Do you not want another baby?"

The genuine innocence in your voice makes Jake want to scream. He wants to rip his hair out and bite his lips until they bleed and choke on his tongue and sit at the bottom of the shallow water until he just falls asleep there.

You don't know about Neyetam.

"Jake," you stroke the soft of his jaw softly, and his eyes fill with tears. "Are you okay?"

He doesn't even realize he's crying until you're cupping his face in your small hands.

"M'so scared, baby." Jake's voice shakes under the weight of his fear. It cracks, and it bubbles over.

You aren't quite sure what's happening, settling on pulling yourself closer to your mate, letting him hold you to him.

There's a long while of quiet, only filled by the soft strokes of Jake's hand along your stomach as he presses kisses to the back of your ear.

"Thinking of any names fr'the little squirt?" Jake asks, voice hoarse as he massages his thumb over your belly button.

You shake your head. "I was hoping you and Neytiri could figure something out. Maybe a mix of both of you guys' names?" You pull at your bottom lip.

Jake nods, eyes falling from your own to your lips. He kisses you gently, stroking a hand over your cheek and the other at your hip.

When you pull apart, he holds you in his lap again. "I like that idea," he offers, kissing your shoulder.

You nod, "what did you mean earlier?" You fiddle with your anklet, tracing the engrained 'J'.

"What do you mean?" Jake shrugs through a hum.

"When you said you were scared."

"Oh."

—

Jake tells you about Neteyam. He tells you about the metkayina. He tells you about the forest and the sky people and your ikran that still follows him around like a lost puppy.

He tells you about the ocean and the pretty talkun that come in waves and about Ronal and how the two of you'd be friends.

He tells you about how big Tuk's gotten and how much trouble Loak still causes. He tells you about Kiri and Eywa. He doesn't tell her about how Tuk braids exactly like you do, or how Kiri's picked up on your mannerisms, or the fact that Loak subconsciously still leaves extra pieces of food for you.

Jake sits with you for hours, letting you trickle and trace lines with the tips of your fingers over the stripes that litter his arms and ribs.

He lets you sing to him, and he hunts with you for the night.

And it's only when he's completely certain that you've fallen asleep that he pulls himself from the root of the tree.

He does so with a heaviness as he makes his way back to the clan. Back to the hammock and back to Neytiri and back to the rotted petals and braided flower crowns.

He knows you won't remember when he comes back to visit — if he comes back at all.

[chemdisaster]

boat boys reunion after secret life! after they both have their reunions with their allies first, of course

update: now with art

Etho sticks around for a long time, after.

Wanders around the server, avoids every site of active battle, and eventually comes to a free spot near Joel's fairground, where the grass is marked with patches of gunpowder, but the leaves ripple and his vision remains clear of dirty dark grey smoke.

He stays there a while—until his comm pings with the news that it's over and something hooked deep in his shoulders begins to let up on its unyielding pull.

He stays after that, too. Until an all-too-familiar voice comes up on his half-baked musings, complete with the usual tint of derision—with less heart behind it now, though.

"What are you doing here, Etho?"

Etho turns around, makes a point to smile despite his mask.

"Hi, Joel."

Joel sighs, walks up to stand beside him.

"You like the fairground?"

"Liked it better when it was still whole."

Joel sighs again. Taking advantage of his gaze being lost somewhere between the ferris wheel's cabins or the railings of the slide, Etho looks him over—notes both the bags under his eyes and the green streak in his hair, bright in a way he's never seen it be this far in.

"You okay?"

Joel blinks, as though surprised by the question being asked—or the person asking the question.

"Yeah, I think I am," he says after a moment of consideration, and then scowls, "Bloomin' Scott killed me again, though."

Etho has nothing to say to that. Another minute of silence passes, as the temperature around them starts to mellow out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Joel glancing his way, looking almost unsure. "Are you...?" he asks and, as expected, doesn't finish the phrase.

Etho looks over at him again. Staring directly into his eyes, he nods.

"Okay," Joel says. "Okay."

Almost as though by force, his brows pitch downwards.

"Good for you," he spits then, with more venom in his voice than anyone would imagine for such a simple remark.

Suddenly, Etho understands what he's getting at—what he's been getting at the entire season.

"You still care."

"Wh—no, I don't," Joel immediately bites back—a wolf, ready to bare his hackles, even now.

"You do," Etho repeats, but it's not the accusation it could have been.

"I have the Mounders now," Joel says in response, and it's not the uncompromising rejection it once was.

Etho nods. "Yeah." He knows that's not the end of it, knows that Joel has something more to say, will always have more to say—in contrast to where his own words feel like they could never be enough.

For a moment, silence reigns and neither of them speaks. Etho shifts his weight from foot to foot, digs his hands into his pockets and flexes his thumbs. Somewhere in the unnatural stillness, the first bird chirps in the remnants of warm-blooded destruction.

"The ship burns, everything burns," Joel recites softly.

Etho nods again.

Joel looks up at him, something vulnerable in his expression never seen before.

"I'm not—I can't—" he begins, and then breaks off, pressing his palms into his forehead with a frustrated sound. He squeezes his eyes shut, and Etho waits for him—but strangely, he finds himself fine with that being the state of things for the rest of both their foreseeable futures.

"I don't—I won't burn again," Joel eventually forces out. "I'm not going to—do that. You know. It's—I'm tired of everything burning, okay? I'm just—I'm tired," he repeats, and looks over at the remains of the helter-skelter behind him. "I want to keep this. I want something I can call my own."

"You don't want to run around the server lighting things on fire with me?" Etho asks in a somewhat-joking tone, but he gets it. He does.

And he thinks Joel gets that, too.

Still, when his old soulmate grabs his hands into his own, hot and dry skin just like he remembers, when he looks up at him, a question in his eyes, a desperate plea for something that stays, something real—

Etho thinks of Cleo and Grian.

"Yeah, I don't want to burn, either, I think."

Joel relaxes, steps away, but does not release his hands. Etho takes that as his invitation to come closer, drop his head down until it leans against Joel's, and their shared warmth envelops them, not like flames licking at their ankles, but like a comforting embrace, like home.

He thinks of the Relation—charred sails and splintered wood scattered around the air like the tiny scars on his fingers.

Nothing is ever truly gone, even when it turns to ash.

[marymary-diva17]

Born twice

neteyam x avatar/ human reader

content : neteyam x reader, neteyam x human reader, sully kids x reader, sully kids x spider

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A year had gone by since everyone had found out about the new couple in the clan. Neteyam had taking more lesson on becoming the next olo'eythan of the clan but he always made sure to spend time with you and everyone else he loves as well. The two of you had become even more closer over this year, forming a perfect relationship over time. Soon or later a new stage of the relationship had started between the young couple, as neteyam wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and no other women.

Y/n " norm you know.I respect you and everyone else so much and care for you all, but can you please tell me why you have been making us take all these appointments"

norm " we are just making sure you and spider are health and safe, you two have been spending more time outside"

spider " yes we can understand that but why all these blood work"

norm " we have been doing them for everyone we just need to make sure, nothing if off" once this apportionment was over you soon left the base with spider, seeing neteyam and the other waiting outside.

neteyam " hello ma y/n"

y/n " hey there handsome"

lo'ak " I still can't believe you two are dating and still going strong"

y/n " well we love each other and don't worry lo'ak you will find love soon"

lo'ak " thank y/n you are the best now I know why my brother picked you"

kiri " well come on we can't stand here all day talking"

tuk " yeah lets have some fun" the group soon went to this old spot having a good time together, you and Neteyam were laying on the grass you head laying on his chest.

neteyam " y/n I was wondering if you think we will be with each other, into our adult years"

y/n " what makes you say this neteyam"

neteyam " there is no one else I wish to spend the rest of my life but you, I want to have what my parents have"

y/n " Neteyam do you even know if that can happen I'm human and you are navi"

neteyam " we don't have to become mates like all the other here but, we can say we are mates the bond between us will bring us together"

y/n " oh neteyam if I could I will become your mates and spend the rest of my life with you" you and Neteyam are now sitting up you soon looked at him to see he was sad.

neteyam " that what o fear you are human you won't live for that long I will lose you and I might not see you again, I fear losing you forever as you are human and I'm navi"

y/n " oh ma teyam no matter what happens you will always have my heart, even if are are separate by death you will have my heart and no one else will have my heart"

neteyam " I know that but I fear of living a life without you there by my side, and I'm not the only one who will miss you"

lo'ak " neteyam right" you and neteyam soon looked to see everyone had been listening in to the conversation, you soon sighed as you sat there in the grass.

Tuk " y/n i don't want to lose you"

y/n " aww honey I'm going to be here for a long time you will never lose me"

tuk " what if that day comes when you have to go away forever"

y/n " then we will see each other again in one way or other" tuk soon hugged you and you hugged her back, even due you had entered this relationship with neteyam there were some stuff that had been not fully talked about yet.

kiri " don't worry y/n I have a feeling the great mother will bless you and spider with something wonderful"

spider " let home so because it will be sad to say goodbye to all of you"

neteyam " let not talk about this sad new anymore let talk about something else to bring smiles to our faces"

tuk " let go flower picking it will be fun" The group had agreed to tuk request and soon went to pick some flowers, and enjoy the rest of the day you and neteyam act like a couple. Finding some other happiness in their lives.

later that night

spider " I wonder why norm wanted to see us"

y/n " I don't know he didn't say anything else"

spider " well come on lets go see what is happening" you and spider soon headed towards the laboratory soon, stepping inside to see norm and max there waiting. There were some other adults in there as well they all seem to be standing in front of something.

max " oh kids welcome we have something to show you"

y/n " hello"

spider " what do you have to show us" soon everyone moved out of the way to show two avatar bodies, one of them is like you and the second one is like spider.

y/n " is this real is what I'm seeing really"

norm " yes it really kiddo we have been working hard one these avatar bodies, for a while now so you two can live more longer lives here and able become navi"

y/n " this is wonderful"

spider " I cant wait to tell everyone about this the gang is going to be super surprised about this, now we can do what they all do now" the adults smiled as you and spider were so happy about knowing, you two had avatar bodies.

norm " well they will be here in 3...2..1" soon the doors and side open and in came walking Jake with all his kids, none of them had noticed the the avatar bodies yet.

Jake " hey is everything okay you asked me to come and bring the others, mo'at wish to come but something came up"

norm " well I hop you cna speak with her later about this because I think we might have to of the eyes of ewya"

kiri " why that" you and spider soon moved looked towards the avatar bodies getting everyone else attention, and they soon noticed the avatar bodies as well they all become shocked.

neteyam " wait you two will final be avatars with us and get to experience, what pandora had to offer us"

y/n " yes we can finally be avatar and no longer worry about being fragile as humans"

lo'ak " that amazing wait have you two know about this the whole time, and decide to surprise us"

spider " no dude we just found out now we knew nothing of what was happening"

y/n " wait so all the test that were happening were these being used to make our avatar bodies"

norm " yes we couldn't tell you if it failed we wanted to make sure it really worked"

neteyam " this is amazing love now I get to show you the whole as navi"

y/n " I will love that"

tuk " we can how so much fun with you two being navi now it will be so amazing"

neteyam " no we don't have to worry about anything separating us anymore ma y/n"

y/n " yes ma neteyam"

Jake " well it seems like we will be teaching you all have to live as navi, don't worry I know deeply mo'at will welcome this as she loves you both"

spider " thank you Jake"

Jake " Dont worry I will speak with the people about this chance coming in their lives"

y/n " thank you Jake"

kiri " Frist thing tomorrow we are making clothes for you and spider avatars, that will help you both feel even closer to the people and eywa" neteyam had brought you into an embrace he was so happy to have the chance of you being with him forever, and not losing you to human death. Jake and norm had caught you and neteyam embracing each other and either one of them said anything, only you two to have this moment together. Soon Jake will share this new with mo'at and she will be happy about it right away, even tsutey was happy about it as well even some of the clan are happy as well. When it came to Neytiri and the other half they were not so happy about for many reason.

neteyam " are you sure about this ma y/n"

y/n " I'm sure I have you all here and spider had went last month it my time now"

kiri " we will be here to help you if something bad happens"

y/n " thank you all"

lo'ak " we won't let anything bad happen to you"

y/n " thank you guys well I see you all soon"

mo'at " the time has come we have to act now"

neteyam " see you soon ma y/n"

y/n " see you soon ma teyam" neteyam kissed your forehead one last time before you closed your eyes and the celebration started, you had slow closed your eyes. Everyone you care for was by you as they were hoping everything will turn out well, everyone was scared of something bad happen. Soon happiness had been shared when you open your eyes in your avatar body, soon smiled at your friends and family you were finally navi born twice. Now you will be starting your new life here on Pandora and couldn't wait to see what the world has in store for you and everyone else, as there was no going back from this point on as you had been given a second chance on life and chance you will take well.

[neteyamssyulang]

▸ Sinful Temptations ▸

▸ Pairing: Alastor x Fem doe reader ▸

▸ Summary: You thought your wedding night would go well considering how sweet he had been, man were you wrong.

▸ Warnings: Arranged marriage, Mentions of slight abuse, Manipulation, Oral (M receiving), Creepy vibes from John, Cheating, Drowning, Death, Decapitation.

▸ Word count: 4,149 ▸

▸ A/N: My longest fic by far so hope you all enjoy! <3 Just for clarification, This takes place in the 1960’s🥲

▸ Also, I know this is an Alastor story but he only makes an appearance at the end, the other chapters will involve him alot more I promise😭. This is just meant to be a backstory for reader since in future chapters there will be references to this and how it affects her and Alastors relationship <3

▸ Tagging: @aria-tempest @alastorthirsty

The day you were born your parents were overjoyed, their beautiful baby girl had finally been born into the world.

Unfortunately though, this came at a price. See even with your father working as a buss driver and your mother doing homecare, they still barely had enough to raise their little girl and pay all the bills.

So a deal had to be made, much to your mothers distaste. She would've been fine living this way if it meant her daughter could choose her own path, your father only wanted what was best for you regardless of the price he was willing to take.

There was one wealthy family that was very well known, they were selfish, stuck up and just so awful. All they wanted was more and more land for themselves, offering money to those who were dumb enough to sell their property.

With the help of a family friend, your father managed to sign a contract with the family stating that your parents would be able to keep their house and get the money. As long as on the day you turn 18, you would be wed to their son, John.

-18 years later-

"Mom I'm going out!" You called out to your mother who was in the kitchen, fixing up dinner. "Alright sweetie, be safe" she responded.

Humming, you opened the front door making sure it gets shut behind you then started walking to the meet up spot you and your friend have.

It wasn't very far, maybe only a 7 minute walk or so. Your mother loved your friendship while your father dispised it, he thought that females shouldn't have male friends.

Nevertheless you kept your friendship, only going to see him when your dad was working.

Soon enough you made it to the spot, it was a quiet area in the park with flowers surrounding it.

"Y/n you made it!" Andrew exclaimed, walking over and engulfing you in a tight hug. Smiling, you hugged him back before pulling away "Wouldn't miss it Andi."

Taking your hand, he led you to the clearing where you both sat down "I can't believe we won't be able to see eachother after this.." he spoke softly.

Sighing, you pulled your hand free "Andi we can still see eachother, it will just have to be in sec-" "Why are you lying to yourself?!" He cut you off, startling you a bit.

"You know that the minute you marry that selfish skumbag, we won't see each other again. People like him don't socialize with people like us.." he spoke, turning to look you in the eyes "You can't marry him y/n."

Looking down, you hugged your knees to your chest "I don't have much of a choice, this was already planned since I was born Andi."

Andrew scoffed, "So that's it then? You're just going to be the wife of a stuck up rich boy whom he will never care about?" Shaking his head he stood up "You're going to turn out just like them."

Before you had a chance to reply back, Andrew was already walking away. Why was he so upset with you? It's not like you had a choice in the matter. Did you want to marry him? Hell no, you wanted to find someone who would genuinely love and care for you.

But this is how it had to be, the deal had long been done. Once marrying John, you would become his little housewife and maid from what your father told you.

Standing up, you brushed the dirt and grass off your dress before starting the walk back home.

"And where have you been young lady?" You heard as soon as you entered the house. Gulping, you took off your shoes and walked into the kitchen seeing your father and mother.

Your mouth opened or speak but nothing came out, instead you went to the table and sat down."Well? Speak up child" he spoke.

"I-" "I sent her on an errand for me, to drop off something at the neighbors. You know how much they love her so they probably made her stay for tea" your mother calmly said.

Meeting his gaze, you could see your father raise a brow at the both of you but shrug it off afterwards "Alright then. Well as you know my daughter, your 18th birthday will be coming up in two days time. Until then, The chanlers have been most gracious to let you stay there with them. Gives you and their son time to get to know one another."

Your mother clenched her fists, she hated this, hated that her daughter had to marry such a skumbag of a boy. She could never go against your father though, too afraid to try and reason with him.

"Something you would like to add my dear?" He asked her, your mother shook her head "No.. I have nothing to say darling."

Everything went quiet after that, you all ate in silence besides the occasional talk of how everyone's day went.

Once everyone was finished with dinner, you were excused to go to your room and start packing since you would be getting picked up tomorrow by the chanlers butler.

You placed your suitcase by the door as soon as you got everything you would need packed, changed into your pajamas you had left out and got into bed, turning off the lamp.

Tomorrow would be fine.. you would just be going to stay with your soon to be husband's family that's it, nothing bad would happen..

Right?

Wrong.

The next morning you woke up to your mother bawling her eyes out, confused you got out of bed and opened the door to your room when your dads yelling caught you by surpise.

"She is going to their house and staying there do you understand?! You know better than to go against the deal, know better than to go against me!" He shouted at your mother,

Did he?.. no he couldn't have.. your father wasn't the type to hit a woman. Nevertheless you backed away silently from the door, changed out of your pajamas and into a simple blue dress with stockings then pulled your hair up into a small bun.

You tried not to let tears fall, worrying about your mother. Your father was never like this, sure it wasn't the best to go against your husband as a woman but hitting?..

The door to your room swung open with your father looking angry, he marched over and grabbed you by your right arm "You're leaving, now. I don't care if you haven't eaten or aren't fully dressed, your getting out of this house right now!" He yelled.

Grabbing your suitcase with his other hand he dragged you out the room, down the hallway and to the front door where he threw you and the suitcase on the ground all awhile your mother stood in the kitchen looking away.

You could see the mascara lines running down her face from her tears, it made your heart ache since you knew she just wanted to help and keep her baby safe.

All that was short lived from your fathers voice "Get up and go to the Chanlers car, there is a surpise guest waiting for you" he simply said before slamming the door.

Not having much of a choice, you got up dusting your dress off, grabbed your suitcase then walked to the car.

Someone who you would presume as the butler came around the car, "Allow me, madam" he opened the door to the backseat and once you were in he closed it. Following that, he took your suitcase putting it into the trunk of the car before making his way back to the drivers seat, starting on the drive to the Chanlers residence.

Upon getting into the car you noticed him right away, "Well if it isn't my future wife" he spoke smugly, moving closer towards you.

"H-hello" you spoke softly, feeling a bit uncomfortable by him moving closer. Either he noticed or he didn't care since he took your right hand in his, bringing it to his lips kissing it."Is the little girl shy?" He teased, placing his left hand on your cheek.

Your heartbeat increased and not in the good way at that, sure he was semi good looking (not really) and all but his breath reeked of fish.

It made you want to vomit but you chose to instead hold a fake smile "Not shy, just um uncomfortable kind of.."

John raised a brow, "Uncomfortable around me? Your soon to be husband in two days?" He scoffed, but quickly smirked and rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

The action would've made your flutter if it wasn't in such a creepy way."You sadden me sweetheart, but I know how you can make up for it."

Your eyes met his and you spoke softly,"How can I make up for it?" John moved away, sitting with his back against the door and one leg up on the seat with his other on the ground still.

He beckoned you over with two fingers which you obeyed, moving over but stopped when he held his hand up "On your hands and knees baby, this is how you can be a good girl and make it up to me."

Nodding, you moved to your hands and knees causing a grin to appear on his face "What a good listener you are." John pulled down his pants just enough for his cock to spring out, his tip already oozing pre-cum.

He placed his left hand on the back of your head, guiding you down onto his cock "Don't bite, there will be consequences if you do" he spoke.

Your jaw ached, being force to stretch to take his length. John grunted as he began to guide your movements, breathy moans leaving his lips.

His hand soon disappeared from your head and you could've swore you heard the sound of a camera shutter go off. "Such a good toy, that's all you are for me hm? Just a little toy for me to use as I please."

Tears welt up in your eyes and you felt nauseous as if you were about to throw up, either from his words or the smell radiating off of him.

With your constant squirming trying to get away, he eventually huffed and pushed you off him "Ugh, the girls in my neighborhood can suck dick better than you. What are you even good for?!" He snapped, making you flinch.

"Pathetic."

The rest of the car ride stayed in silence, he had already tucked himself back into his pants by the time the car stopped infront of the Chanlers residence.

John didn't even bother to help, he just got out the car slamming the door shut then walked to the front door of the mansion heading inside.

Looking down, you got out the car closing it when the butler cleared his throat behind you "If I may madam, do not let master John belittle you. The boy cannot even brush his teeth or shower without needing help, his parents are no different."

A small smile formed on your face,"I will try not to, and yeah I kind of figured when I got into the car with him." The butler, who's name you know now as chives took your suitcase while chuckling softly.

"This way madam, I will show you to your chambers" he spoke, starting to lead the way inside.

The mansion was huge, as expected. On the left side was a medium sized library along with what you think is the living room, while on the right side was the dining area along with a big kitchen.

Each wall was hung with either family portraits, animal heads or just small portraits of John, the flooring was a beige color with gold swirls while the walls were a beautiful pink pearl.

In the middle of all this, a grand staircase stood. Chives led you up the staircase, down the long hallway where you turned right then finally stopped at a door,"This one is yours madam."

Reaching a hand out, you turned the knob and pushed the door open gently. Stepping inside your eyes widened, this room looked bigger than your house.

It had a beautiful bed with a light pink and gold canopy ontop, a bathroom, large walk in closet that was fully stocked with jewelry, shoes, heels, dresses etc. Hell it even had a space that looked to be a medium sized library of your own, chives must've seen your excitement as he set your suitcase down and dismissed himself.

The sound of the door closing brought you out of your thoughts, this place was beautiful yes, if only the people living here were nice too. There were no expectations that the parents were nice, they were probably the worst ones here besides John.

Two days came around fast, faster than you had hoped. One of the maids named Hellen was tasked with getting you into your wedding dress along with fixing up your hair, she was quite nice actually.

Hellen had been working for the Chanlers for a few years now, not because she had to but because she wanted to. Even though they were stuck up and rude to everyone, the lady of the house who’s name was Priscilla never made any remarks to Hellen.

She was like a mother to her in a way so Hellen always felt welcome and safe there, unlike the other staff members who would get verbally abused 24/7.

Currently, you were standing on a platform in front of the large mirror in your room while Hellen made some adjustments on your dress.

The dress stopped just below your ankles, it was strapless with lace going around towards the bottom. White beads decorated around your waist along with a few gold swirls.

It actually looked pretty beautiful, even if your being married to a complete self centered piece of shit. “I know you do not want to marry master John but please madam, give him a chance he may surpise you” Hellen commented.

You didn’t say anything back, instead opting to nod. Once Hellen was finished, she did a quick bow before leaving the room. Sighing, you stepped off the platform, looking at yourself once more in the mirror then decided to go find where John is.

The halls were now familiar to walk through, you knew where everything was but there was still no sign of your soon to be husband.

Turning the corner, you saw a door slightly ajar down the way with noises coming from it. Curious, you quietly walked towards it and what you heard completely shocked you.

“Yesss! Ha-harder John!” The woman’s voice wailed, “Good girl baby” John muttered to her “Your so much better than that pathetic bitch I have to marry.”

Not wanting to hear anymore of that, you stepped away and started on the walk back to your room. Truthfully you wanted to cry, wanted to just break down then and there but you couldn’t.

This was bound to happen with a man like him, it was going to be your life now. You would just be nothing but a piece of meat for him to use as he pleases, never able to feel what it means to be truly loved.

You will never live out your dream wedding and life with someone who could truely love you, never know real happiness.

All you would know is pain and suffering.

Taking a deep breath, you faced the doors while they opened, all eyes were now on you as the wedding march began playing.

Your hands began shaking a bit, in reality you were never good with crowds. It made your anxiety go up big time, unfortunately though you had no choice with this. So slowly you began making your way towards the alter.

A fake smile plastered on your face the whole walk up, upon reaching him you gave the flowers to Hellen who came up to you smiling “You look so beautiful madam, master John will surely think so aswell.”

You managed a small thank you, watching as she sat back down beside Priscilla before you felt a forceful jerk on your hands as you were now standing in front of him.

Leaning in he muttered, “Be good for me and this will all go smoothly ok?” then stood up straight again with a smile on his face.

Rolling your eyes you kept the fake smile on your face while the wedding officiant began speaking.

“Welcome, We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of Y/n L/n and John Chanler. We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends. Y/n and John are overjoyed that you are able to join us here today” he starts.

All you could think about as he was talking was that this was all a lie, these people didn’t know that this was an unfortunate arranged marriage, they didn’t know that you didn’t want this.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the officiater spoke “There are no vows more meaningful and powerful than those which will be shared here today. Your wedding vows are a sacred declaration of your love for each other, the foundation of your relationship as a married couple, and the life you want to build together. Please face each other as you declare these vows to one another. John, you may start.”

Clearing his throat, John rubbed your hands gently with his thumbs while looking into your eyes “I, John, take you, Y/n to be my wedded wife. I promise to stand by your side through good and bad times, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I vow to stay true to you and love you unconditionally for the rest of my days.”

“Y/n, please now make your vows.”

You stood there silent for a few moments, were you really about to do this? Give your life away all so your parents deal could be finalized?

John squeezed your hands, glaring at you as a way of saying ‘Hurry up with it’

Sighing, you finally spoke “I, Y/n, take you, John to be my wedded husband. I promise to stay by your side through good and bad times, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I vow to stay true to you and love you unconditionally for the rest of my days.”

The rest was all a blur, whereas you would’ve meant some of it John didn’t mean any of that. He would leave you the first chance he got for another woman, not bothering to care if anything would happen to you.

“Do you, John, take this woman to be your wedded wife?” The officiater spoke, looking between the both of you. John nodded “I do”

Oh fuck it was gonna be your turn now..“And do you, Y/n, take this man to be your wedded husband?” Your eyes adverted from his for a second, your smile fading “I.. I do..”

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss.” Your now husband didn’t waste any time, he pulled you in and smashed his lips against yours making everyone clap and cheer.

You managed to push him away after a couple seconds, not standing the taste of him. The last thing the officiater spoke was “It is with great honor and delight that I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Chanler.”

Normally one would’ve had a wedding reception but nope, John had managed to wisk you away, driving the both of you to his own mansion. It was apparently a wedding gift to you and him by his parents.

The car soon stopped two hours later with John getting out almost instantly, for once though he walked to your side, opening the door and helped you out of the car, “My beautiful bride” he smiled.

Your brows furrowed, why was he acting so…nice? As if he could read your mind John chuckled, “What? Can’t a guy be nice to his perfect little wife?”

Giving you no time to answer, your husband picked you up bridal style causing a small squeak to leave your lips.

As soon as you reached the doors, a butler was already there opening them for you both. “Now, a tour can wait till tomorrow. Right now why don’t we enjoy a nice swim hm?” He offered, already walking up the staircase and to your shared room.

“That sounds nice actually” you giggled, feeling a bit more comfortable around him. Why he’s being nice you have no clue, but it’s better than him acting like a dick that’s for sure.

The two of you got changed into your swim suits, his was simple black trunks while yours was a grey two piece. You had layed your dress out on the bed so it wouldn’t get all wrinkly in the closet, later you’d find a nice place to put it.

John had led you downstairs, down the hall, and to the large glass doors where a different butler opened them. The backyard was beautiful, filled with a large pool, grilling area, a hot tub, even a small playground for future children.

Too excited you ran towards the pool, jumping inside once reaching it. The water felt so cool and refreshing on your skin, kicking off the bottom of the pool you resurfaced, breathing in much needed air.

“Having fun baby?” John asked, hanging by the edge of the pool in the shallow end. Smiling, you swam towards him wrapping your arms around his neck, “I really am, this is perfect. Thank you John, your really not so bad after all.”

Laying your head against his chest, you sighed happily. It had seemed like he had changed, like he now genuinely loved you.

Unfortunately, that was all he needed to complete his plan. Placing his right hand on your hip, he used his left to quietly slip a knife out from his trunks and slowly brought it to the middle of your back before impaling it into you.

You choked on a gasp, feeling searing hot pain coursing through your body. “Did you really think that I would ever love someone like you? Your weak” he scoffed, twisting the knife in you.

A pained scream left you as tears pricked at your eyes “B-but I..” “Shut up!” He cut you off, pushing you down into the water.

The next few moments were you trying to get away but failing miserably, John now had both hands on your shoulders keeping you underneath the water.

The knife had already been pulled out so blood oozed out of your wound and into the pool, turning it a dark crimson color.

He watched as the life eventually left your eyes, your body going limp. Humming, he picked up your lifeless body then got out the pool.

“You actually did it? You killed her?” The woman from earlier spoke, “Yes Mary, the bitch actually thought I loved her” he laughed.

Mary chuckled, taking out her own dagger “Lay her down for me will you?” John obliged setting you down on the grass, watching as Mary kneeled down slicing your head clean off your body.

Standing back up, they both walked inside where Mary mounted your head on the wall. “She looks much better like this doesn’t she?” Mary purred, laying her head against John’s shoulder.

“She sure does babe, come on” John took her hand, leading her upstairs to your shared room. “Since she’s no longer here, why not try on your wedding dress?” He suggested, picking up your wedding dress from the bed and handing it to her.

Blushing, Mary took it and changed into the dress before admiring herself in the large mirror on the door. “She was so stupid, her and her family. They really thought this deal of theirs would work.” Mary giggled, turning to face John who only smirked “Fuck them and fuck her, she’s better off gone.”

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*Meanwhile in hell*

“Alastor, you really should visit more. We have this festival coming up, you should come!” Rosie exclaimed, taking a sip of her tea.

Alastor merely chuckled,“My dear Rosie, I would love to join you bu-“ he’s cut off when a scream sounded in the air and something landed ontop of him, causing his seat to fall back onto the ground.

Rosie’s eyes widened with both excitement and curiosity upon peering over the table, “Oh my satan..”

[owlespresso]

pink salt leander

tags: fem!reader, oracle bg, spice beneath cut

Your visions do not wait to come for you. They emerge suddenly and violently, kraken’s tendrils emerging from black waves to strike the weary hull of your mind. You witness horrible things. Things better off left unsaid and forgotten, but they stick in your memory like stubborn burrs. When you close your eyes, you still see that fleshy, pulsating red. You still taste the salt and smoke on the back of your tongue.

It's especially vicious tonight. persistent enough to drive you to distraction. When Leander walks you to your door, he tilts his head and furrows his lip, letting you know he’s about to ask a question you won’t like.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks. “You don’t look well—and I’m not talking about the seven pints you took down on an empty stomach.”

“You told me I was stunning and incredibly difficult to resist.” you grumble. He smiles.

“And you are. You just look… like you might not want to be alone, right now.” he says. There's a heavy sway of coy suggestion in his voice, smooth and light. 

“You can come in.” you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him, so you settle for the next best thing. You leave the door wide open behind you, light from the hallway shed onto the old planks. Your boots get kicked off by the door, landing in a heap somewhere close to it, and you throw your cloak over the chair that sits at the windowside desk. Leander’s gaze tracks every moment. It’s nearly a physical weight, pressing up against your skin as you flop onto the bed, head nearly hanging over the edge, frankly too buzzed to care. 

He’s a strange fellow. One might dare go so far as to call him a “weirdo”. You’ve come to take the eccentricities you can spot in stride, knowing he is far from the worst or most abnormal thing you’ve encountered since setting foot in this city.

You gaze at him for a long moment. The room falls still. his eyes are hooded, his lips curled with the slightest wisp of mischief. 

“You can tell me when something is wrong, you know.” He stands at the end of your bed like a demon crept from sleep’s paralysis, eyes bright and bags under his eyes dark. As horrifying as he is handsome, a visage you’d expect from a serial murderer. Haunted but haughty, with his gilded boots and winsome smile. He’s not smiling now, though. He looks concerned, or is trying to resemble a facsimile of it. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what needs fixing.”

“There’s nothing that needs fixing,” you reply monotonously, looking at him upside-down, head nearly dangling over the mattress’s edge. 

“Did someone downstairs say something to you?” he asks, tilting head to the side.

“Well, the most annoying fellow bothered me all night long. you might know him—dagger-shaped earring, tight leather pants.” you drawl, reaching a hand out. you pinch the slick fabric of his pants between thumb and forefinger, let it snap against his thigh. You ignore the stilted, giddy little breath he lets out. “Then he had the nerve to cut me off. and the bartender just let him.”

“You couldn’t have been too annoyed if you looked that closely at his pants,” Leander says, eyes crinkling with his smile. Always smiling. He bends the round of his knee to meet your palm, grins wider when you take your hand back like you’ve been scalded. “I'll be sure to have a strong word with him tomorrow, anyways. I can't have someone driving my favorite customer away.”

“You don’t own the bar,” you murmur, scuttling to the other side of the bed like a shrew underneath golden, bent grasses. 

“You're the boss's favorite, too,” Leander replies instantly. "Besides, the Bloodhounds keep this place going. We make up at least half their revenue." He glances down in silent question. You lay on your side, on the assortment of pillows, nestling your cheek into the palm of your hand. 

“You can.” you drop your head onto the pillows and turn away from him. you don't have to see him to know he moves immediately, heavy footfalls thudding against the floor before he’s all but crashing onto the mattress. you’re bounced with the impact, unable to hold in an outraged shout. The sound is smothered into a pillow. He laughs, the sound deep and rich and rumbling. it soothes the worst of your jitters. you give him a begrudging smack on the hip. His fingers wrap around your wrist, drawing your hand behind you. You twist to face him. His face is closer than you anticipated, his green eyes gleaming in the cool kiss of night’s shadows.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice quiet like a secret. The plush of his lips presses to the fat of your palm. You can’t help the way your breath catches.

“I didn’t think you’d be this shy,” he murmurs, lips wand’ring a path to your fingers. He idly plays with each one, his now ungloved hand fiddling with your thumb and pointer. He had them on, when he walked in. You’re not sure where they’ve gone, or when. He traces over the bumps of your knuckles, admires every centimeter of skin those greedy eyes can roam across.

“I—” you cut yourself off with a gasp as he pulls your ring finger into his mouth. He takes it deep, lets it fall across his hot, wet tongue. The steady strum of your thoughts gives way to sheer nothing at the velvet of his mouth. The sight of debauched. His eyelashes rest on his cheek as they shut, and your body, a traitor, burns hot for him. You want to squeeze the life out of him. You want to drink him dry, feel the giving plush of his chest underneath your hands, bury your teeth in his neck until he’s crying reedy and limp. 

the prick of his teeth around your ring finger, just enough to leave an impression. He pulls off your hand with a lewd pop, and has the nerve to lick his lips thereafter, meeting your wide eyes.

“You freak,” you nearly gasp, still aghast. He laughs, louder this time, and surges forward. Mouth to cheek and hip to thigh as he leverages himself halfway atop of you, squeezing you between the mattress and his broad body. His kisses are quick yet thorough, venturing down the line of your jaw and then to your neck.

His hand cups your side. It’s like your ribcage was made to slot with his palm and long fingers. 

“You seem to like it,” Leander muses, cupping the underside of your breast. His fingers stretch the length and squeeze, humming in contemplation as you wriggle and writhe despite yourself. He rubs light circles ‘round your areola, teasing the nub tight and hard. The smart reply you were going to snap dissolves with the rest of your words. And then your vowels. Until all you are is silly little sounds.

"You need someone right now and I'm the one that’s here, let me be what you need,�� he croons, so terribly earnest that you almost believe him. You know better. For every act of love there is an expectation. and for every expectation not met there is a punishment waiting well in hand. You knew this before you allowed leander to slink into your bed. 

But the hour is late and you are trapped in some sort of gloaming bliss. The stars burn bright in the sky outside your window, a pool of moonlight casting everything in a dim, silvery glow. Kind of hazy, kind of sleep-drunk, yet unable to fully dip into that perfect, inky void. 

His gloved hand slides under your thin sleep shirt to rest over your stomach, soft tissue jumping under his touch. your pulse skitters back to life, eyes snapping open.

“We are not doing anything while you’re still in three different layers of leather,” you grumble.

“Asking me to strip, now? you’ve gotten pretty bold.” Leander flirts, like he doesn’t have his hand up your shirt. Regardless, he pulls away. He’s slow and languid, the very picture of leisure as he begins to slither from his skins. His tight shirt is left over a bedpost. He makes a show of it, much like everything else he does. He rolls his body and arches his spine to wriggle those lean hips from his trousers. He leans over your prone form to drop them on the floor next to the mattress. The hardened curvature of his abdomen is hardly an inch from your face.

You’re sweating.

“These are the most impressive things about you,” you squeeze his pecs, pinching a nipple between forefinger and thumb. He gives a noise dangerously close to a whine, cheeks flushing. The give of his chest is plush underneath your fingers, skin soft, broad space of his body too big to map with both your hands. “What are you so big for? You’re a mage.” He’s practically preening. You grope him again as a treat to yourself, this time pulling on those pink-brown buds. 

“Does it matter? You like them,” he says, just a little smug, even more breathless. “C’mon. You can touch me more. I’m all yours.”

And what are you to say to that? Nothing, because Leander kisses you. Again, and again, and again until you’re thoroughly on your back and light-headed. He’s stolen almost all of your air, swallowed your breaths and moans. He kisses you like he’s trying to become a part of you, trying to join into one synchronistic being.

You’re not even sure why you’re surprised when you feel his fingers, slender and slick with something cool, glide across your folds to circle around your entrance.

The calloused pads of his fingers draw figure eights across the soft walls of your cunt. Opening your eyes is a mistake. The keen green of his gaze rips away the steady shield of your ignorance, leaves you exposed and perceived. humiliation heats your cheeks and your belly, spine curling as pleasure licks up into your lower belly, blossoms thick and heavy through the rest of you. He perceives you, looks and feels into your depths with a clarity you can’t manage to wriggle away from.

“Don't,” you whimper, the sound rough and punched out. “Don’t look at me like that—” you can’t fucking stand him, can’t stand his smug smile, can’t stand the molten pleasure that sends your cunt spasming as he peaks you over the edge of yourself. You coat his fingers, release hot and sticky as it dribbles onto the sheets beneath you. You should have demanded a towel, you realize belatedly, as Leander draws a gentle path of kisses up the side of your head, pressing his nose above your ear. Unreservedly affectionate, undeniably the kind of attention you’d receive from a lover—not the friend Leander so ardently insists he is. You don’t read into it any further.

“Don’t look at you? How can I not? You’re so cute when you cry,” Leander chuckles into your temple, warm breath puffing against your skin. You turn your head, smothering a dread-filled groan against his collarbones. The fabric of his black shirt is cool against your cheek.

“That’s a terrible thing to say,” you find the energy to grouse at him, still.

“But it’s true. Your nose scrunches up like a little rabbit.” he intones, voice so low it’s almost a hum. The pad of his thumb presses in between your brows and he coos, even as you try and shake him off. The afterglow is hard to bask in when he’s so insistent on running his mouth. He shifts from your side, draws his first two fingers over your chest and stomach. The mattress creaks under the smooth shift of his body. He glides like a panther to settle off the edge, kneeling between your legs.

“Leander, you don’t have to—”

“I don’t,” he murmurs. His big palms and long fingers press along your inner thighs, holding you open. His eyelids dip, gaze prying, admiring as he looks over sodden folds, the sensitive bundle of nerves which sits open and vulnerable at your center. “But I want to.” He says, unabashed in his honesty. His gaze slowly roams up the length of your prone body before he meets your eyes. His grin is lazy, but you know plain the devious intention hiding behind those tired eyes.

It flays you open, how openly and honestly he wants. It’s all you can do to let your head fall back, breath heaved out in a sigh.

“Do what you’d like.” you say.

[tounderstandthesoul]

Chapter 13: Down In Darkness

It's finally time to move on, leave Playcare behind you and continue in the direction of the Gas Production zone. You'll get there by following the instructions, even if there's a bit of stress between a pair of critters.

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This is the edited note. Here I am again! After a few weeks, here's finally a new update for you! After all, this is one of my absolute favorite stories. Have fun reading, and feel free to read the endnotes! Have fun reading!

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Youve always felt alone. Your Whole Life.

For as long as you can remember. People always approached you for a reason, never voluntarily. Scientists for the experiments, other children from Playcare who hurled insults at you or made fun of your scars.

It's not as if you chose it. You just don't know if you like it or if you're used to it, but one thing was clear: being lonely does things to you. You've always Felt like shit, bitter and angry all the Time.

Until you've Snaped.

It was predictable, it had to happen at some point. All the experiments, the bullying from the other children and your steadily deteriorating mental state. It had built up, from the trembling of your legs to the headaches you couldn't stand anymore.

You couldn't take it all anymore, either you were locked up in the cold all-white lab rooms like a wild animal in a cage. Or you were in Playcare, an outsider that nobody wanted to sit next to, nobody wanted to eat and nobody wanted to play with. Both possibilities tore at your psyche and left you helplessly crying yourself to sleep every day, if you got any.

But now you were here, with the Smilling Critters and this woman called Sophie. You were already outside, on the Playcare lawn next to the big platform with the statues. The atmosphere was...well. While you and DogDay waited together the whole time, walking out of the large common bedroom of Home Sweet Home, the others looked on quizzically. But DogDay didn't seem to care at first, she helped you fill your little bag with a few things and walked off with you.

"So, are you all ready?"

To be honest, you're not. You couldn't sleep that night, you're really hungry and scared. Yesterday, when you and DogDay... kissed, the moment was incredibly beautiful. You can't stop thinking about it, but then you always think about afterwards: Your look at 1188, the giant monster version of CatNap.

The hungry white eyes that stared at you from afar, the feeling that this lust for murder would only make you fall over from the feeling of death. At that moment, you and DogDay were the prey and CatNap was the hunter who had already spotted you and was about to catch you.

But he didn't, as far as you know, I hadn't even seen DogDay. It would have been so easy to just attack from the darkness and put an end to you both. Cut you to pieces with his claws and feed them to the Ruined Critters.

And now you were standing here again, your gaze unable to move from the distance, it was as if the CatNap version was still standing there. But CatNap wasn't the only problem, because there are two of them. And the second CatNap, the female one, gives you a strange look out of the corner of her eye all the time that awakens a strange feeling in you.

Why...Why is she looking at me like that? Have I done something wrong?

But when you feel DogDay's warm paw on your hand, you stop thinking. You just keep walking with her, with the whole group, but hardly any of them notice you. Your feet, now wearing shoes, miss the cool grass. Your lungs feel as if they belong to you for the first time, the air flows through your body and makes your icy breath appear as a small cloud from the corner of your mouth.

"So, do you have it?"

"What, the battery?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Na Klaro"

You turn to the side, behind you Bubba and Sophie are talking to each other. While Bubba only has a backpack on, Sophie is carrying a blue battery that even glows slightly. The other Smilling Critters were also behind you, so behind you and DogDay, but they didn't look too happy to be here.

Of course, they are not here by choice, in this place, or as you understood from their explanation, in this dimension. Sophie also said that she remembers that DogDay and CatNap were boys, at least male characters in Cartoon and also as overseers here in Playcare.

You like DogDay, her sunny way of just smiling even in the worst situation no matter how bad it is. Her warm presence, the way she touches you and makes you feel like you're not everything.  Everything about her was just perfect.

And what were you?

Filth. Absolute scum. A little boy whose ribs are visible because he's starved. An experiment that helps people escape, then allegedly lies to them and nearly kills himself. No, that doesn't sum it up well enough. After you came through the Cavern, into the Playhouse, you almost killed yourself. But what happened instead? Someone else had to suffer because of you.

The two little Ruined Critters that look like Hoppy and Kickin. They may have served CatNap and the prototype, but I don't think even they deserved what you did. Completely at the end of your pointless life, you took out your frustration, your fear and your hunger, which is no different from the other experiments, on them. You didn't eat them, but you turned them into a bunch of incapable abominations with your Soul Transfiguration.

And now, as if nothing had happened, you walk with the other Smilling Critters in the direction of the Gas Production Zone. The Red Flower Door is already in sight and you are almost there, but behind you the voices of some critters slowly reach your ears.

"Yo Nap' Whatcha Looking At?" Kickin shouts, hands clasped behind the back of his head. With big, dramatic steps, he moves next to Hoppy and looks into the distance.

You turn directly around, trying to look as neutrally as possible at CatNap. Your eyes don't even make it far before they meet her obsidian colored ones, she stares at you.

"What do you care?" CatNap answers back quietly, still with her eyes on you. The others gasp slightly, DogDay squeezes your hand a little harder but doesn't move.

What did she just say?

"Wow! Wow, now take it easy...Are you on your period?"

"Kickin!"

"Dude!"

The others gasp along, even if you don't really understand what Kickin just said, you know it's bad enough to get a reaction like that from the others. But no one really moves, well at least until CatNap suddenly moves with a big step in Kickin's face.

"What's your fucking problem?" CatNap shouts this time, with a straight line up she faces him directly, both of them being the same height.

"Kickin calm down! And CatNap: Language!"

"Take it easy! Did you and that Weirdo get confused in the dark or what?"

The situation is becoming increasingly tense, even though you are already close to the Gas Production Zone. DogDay and you don't move, while the other critters slowly form a kind of circle with Kickin and CatNap in the middle.

"What's your problem?" Says CatNap again, this time a little louder.

"You're the one who said that! As that one!" With that, Kickin suddenly points at you, his wings forming something like an index finger and moving directly towards your head. "You've been acting all weird since you were alone there!"

"You beat him up! And now you say Weird?" CatNap replies immediately, this time shouting very loudly.

"I think we need to do something..." You look to your left, it was DogDay. She had a tight grip on your hand, while her eyes are completely dedicated to the situation behind you.

"Now calm down, everyone"

With that, it stops. Sophie stands in the middle of the circle, puts her hands in front of CatNap and Kickin and doesn't let them move a bit.

"We all have the same destination here, eat the same food and are about to arrive, so what's the point?" She shouts, stands up straight and looks at the whole group like children who have just messed up.

Nobody answers.

"Come on, excuse yourselves."

They don't move, both are still staring at each other like animals fighting for prey. In contrast to just now, Kickin stands even a little taller, stares down at CatNap and doesn't say a word. He also makes a noise along the lines "Tsk".

CatNap doesn't return the gesture; she simply turns around and pushes her way along the critters in the circle. After a few steps, she stops and looks into the distance.

"Ugh...teenagers."

Mr

After the incident and the incredibly unpleasant situation that ensued, you have finally arrived. The huge metal room with the gigantic machines and the giant glass containers with the red smoke: The Gas Production Zone.

While Sophie talks to someone on the phone, you all wait leaning against a metal box. With you and DogDay in the middle and CatNap and Kickin at the complete opposite ends of the line. No one is talking and all eyes are on Sophie as she tries to do something with the big blue glowing battery.

"I'm going to go help Sophie...best not do any nonsense...And watch out." With that statement, Bubba abruptly stands up straight. This actually startles you slightly, causing DogDay's grip on your hand to tighten. He walks over to her and stops, and it looks like neither of you understand the instructions on the phone.

"Sooooo Y/N, right?"

You turn towards the noise, to the left. On your left was Bobby, with her bag in her hand and a big grin that didn't really fit the situation.

"I didn't really catch your name back then..." She says, flashing you a grin and showing a little of her teeth. "I don't know if I thanked you for back then, you really were our salvation after we woke up in those cells."

Should I answer that? Or just nod?

"We really need to sit down in a circle soon and talk about everything, whether it's here or back home!" She raises an arm and holds it over her face, as if the sun's rays are blinding her, while at the same time she looks into your eyes. "There really are issues that need to be resolved."

What does she want to clear up? About me and CatNap and Kickin? Or maybe just make fun of me?

"Maybe Crafty can draw you a picture...of you and DoggDay."

There was dead silence. DogDay looked down at you, and you looked out at her. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw the looks of the others: Confusion, smirking, disbelief. The others only seem to have noticed now, because of Bobby's remark about the two of you. That you have something more than friendship.

"Ehm...Did I say something wro-

"GUYS, WE'VE FOUND IT! THE HOLE FOR THE BLUE BATTERY! IT'S HERE!"

Your heart almost stops, the many glances of the Smilling Critter that meet you. The screaming of Sophie and the realization that now comes: It goes deeper into the factory.

But something was still there apart from your fear, a feeling that you can't quite make clear.

You all run over as a group to Sophie and Bubba. She is standing at a blue metallic hole, which reminds you of a power socket. There's also a green one next to it, but it doesn't look right for the big blue battery.

"Now we can finally get out of here." Sophie shouts, even though you're already standing next to her.

But something was wrong, you got goosebumps that literally made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. There was a metal door next to you, and somehow you had the feeling that there was something behind it that was very bad. You squeeze one hand into a fist, the one not in DogDay's paw, and prepare to use your transfiguration.

"By the way, Poppy and Kissy will be here soon too, Ollie promised me that!"

Kissy? Who is that?

"Ah the little doll and that big pink thing?"

"Kickin, now be a little respectful at last!"

"Dude, take it easy, I've already got it."

"Seriously Kickin, from now on you need to be careful and respectful to everyone, you know what happened."

"I don't care if he's lying to us all and being such a crybaby."

And that's exactly when it happens.

Time runs slower than before. Your eyes don't understand what they see, just like the rest of your body.

Sophie dropped the blue battery into the hole, said something like "Ta-Da" at the same time and then looked funny. The people next to and behind you, the Smilling Critters, suddenly screamed. You can't see why yet, but your instinct tells you to run.

There was CatNap. The giant purple monster version with the white eyes that have given you so many nightmares. A huge wide grin, sharp teeth and red smoke leaving his mouth and slowly destroying your vision.

You still feel DogDay pull your hand away, your eyes follow the blurred vision to her face. It was no longer a grin, it was fear instilled and about to break the visage.

Now he's here to Kill all of you. But you will have more use alive.

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Wow, that was a dangerous ending. I have to say that I didn't know exactly what was going into this chapter. I often wavered between thoughts and a bit of lore from you, but I really don't have a plan at all. But that's over, because I already have a fixed plot for the next chapters and the story is already a little over halfway through. Thanks for reading and please leave kudos!

[jaeyleo]

could we perhaps get puppet pink interacting alone with someone from the outside world for the first time when pseudo takes him someplace?? if that makes any sense

yesss!!! this is when chase is pretty much completely puppet pink.

tws: food, brainwashing, captive whumpee. lmk if i should add more!

. . .

"Can you stay in the car for a while?"

Pink nods at his caretaker, holding close his bowl of frozen yogurt. It's a sweet spring day, with warmth and life slowly urging its way back into the world. Pink adores the sight of it.

"I can," he smiles. "H- how long will you be away?"

"Just a few minutes," Pseudo replies. "Can you be brave? Stay in the car?"

The puppet nods. "Yes, Pseudo."

"Good. I'll be right back."

And with that, the doors lock, and Pink is by himself.

He takes a moment to look at his surroundings. Bright tulips and tree blossoms reach for the sun, aching to split open and parade their pretty colors. He can see ladybugs and bees flying about, gnats twirling in the grass. Weeds spring up from the cement, and although most would find them ugly, Pink stops to admire those, too.

He takes a bite of frozen yogurt, gazing more upon the gardens that line the houses around. He isn't sure what neighborhood he's in, or whose house Pseudo just walked into. Whoever's inside isn't very happy to see him, and Pink wonders what words she spits out at him as he backs her away from the window.

He raises the spoon for another bite-

"Hello!"

Pink startles, almost dropping the bowl entirely. A clumsy show of snatching it to and from the air lands him with frozen yogurt dripping on his fingers, lucky to have that be his only spill.

He turns to the open window, only halfway rolled down to let in the air. There is a small child standing outside, with black hair and eyes dark as dirt. He wonders what flowers grow from her irises.

"H- hello," he finally responds, wiping the frozen treat away on his pants.

"What are you doing here?" she asks him. Her eyes wander his face, his hair, as his do the same to her.

"U- um, I'm waiting for Pseudo," he says. "He'll be back soon."

"Who is Pseudo?"

Curious child. Pink turns more towards her, resisting the seatbelts pressure to pull him back. "He's my- my best friend. Takes care of me, lots. Lots, lots, lots."

She smiles, stepping closer to the car. Once she peeks inside, she spots his frozen yogurt.

"What do you have?!"

The sudden holler makes him jump, but he settles quickly.

"I- ice cream. Ice cream."

"..... Can I have some?"

Tulips in her eyes. Ladybugs and bees and blossoms. Pink remembers little voices like hers, little hands like hers, curious eyes like hers. His heart aches.

"You can have all of it," Pink whispers, handing her the bowl. He feels an odd urge to protect her. Ruffle her hair. Tell her not to stand in the street.

The little girl bursts into a smile, bouncing up and down in her excitement. "Thank you!" she exclaims, and doesn't waste a moment to take a bite.

Pink smiles, smiles. "Do you li- like it?"

Nodding, she asks the next question.

"Why does Pseudo take care of you?"

"Oh, I... I'm not... I can't do it."

"What can't you do?"

"Well.... anything, anything.."

"Why?"

Pink has to wonder. Why can't he? He can't remember. Maybe that's why.

"I don't remember how," he says, deciding it's the easiest way to explain, as long as she doesn't ask anything else.

"Why not?"

Shoot.

"Um..... u- um.... I... I don't remember why."

"Why?"

Pink sees vines growing from her mouth. Proteas from her irises, ladybugs and bees and twirling gnats inside her mind. She asks so many questions he can't keep up.

"You sh- shouldn't stand in the street, kiddo," he tells her. The word feels familiar and foreign at the same time. Kiddo, kiddo, kiddo, who was kiddo before this little girl?

"Oh, I guess you're right.."

She opens her mouth to speak again, but is cut off by a woman across the street standing at the doorway.

"Mina!" she yells. "Who are you talking to??"

The little girl giggles, giggles and giggles and shoves the frozen yogurt back at Pink's clumsy hands.

"Bye sir!"

Pink sits up, grasping desperate at the window as she skips away. "B- bye, bye kiddo..."

He sits back into the seat as he watches the door close.

"Kiddo, kiddo, kiddo," he sings. His lip quivers, and a deep, horrible ache breaks into his chest. He misses someone, two someone's, whose voices remain hushed in his mind. Blurry faces and far away touches tap at the walls of his heart, a love ingrained so deep within him he couldn't escape it if he tried. He can't remember who they are. He can't remember who they are, he can't remember who they are. He loves them, he knows them, he misses them, but he can't remember who they are.

"Kiddo, kiddo," he chirps again, staring into the empty bowl for an answer.

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2023: #17-#16

17. UNITED KINGDOM Mae Muller - "I wrote a song" 25th place

Decade ranking: 46/116 [Above RAFAL, below We Are Domi]

Pahr Mae. All the abuse she had to sit through pre-show for not being Rina Sawayama by twitter queers in ugly mullets (please log off and touch grass.) and later by the boomer press for being a VILE, JEWISH, ANARCHO-LIBERAL ENGLAND-HATING "T-WORD" (just a reminder: Mae is not trans and transphobia hurts ALL women, don't fucking engage in it, you stupid "gender-critical" cunts) for idk... daring to say Tories suck (they do). She gave us the gift of #GAYRIGHTS (she did), and the gays rewarded her back with a paltry bottom 2 placement. She was just tryna slaaaaaaaaaay you filthy little bottoms. 😭😭😭

Like okay, the second Mae said she was on #VocalRest we knew there would be no "recovery". Her singing was never not strained (even at the pre-parties) and it wasn't going to get any better. She knew that and so should've we. Yeah, her off-kilter vocals were a big detriment to the overall performance. I wouldn't dare to claim otherwise.

However, at a certain point in the ranking I have to let go of my ~personal gripes~ and rally my angry logic for the purpose of defence and I've chosen THIS point you can't make me. Mae's vocals were blergh and that was a deal, but visiually, omg, it looked so GOOD?

THE ZENA-ESQUE BACKDROP (yes, we're gonna Like It)

THE FUN ACT WITH THE BUDDING HE/SHE/THEY DANCERS

THE SASS, THE SPUNK, THE ZEST, THE PLUCK

YOU'RE POWERFUL, YOU'RE ALL YOU NEED, WERK IT BABY, COME WITH ME!

If you have a one decently-sized negative and then a bunch of smaller positives, the net result is still a positive, surely? Well it was here and you'll have to deal.

Not to mention the UK fucking TRIED this year, okay and god there have been too many years recently where they've just been fucking phoning it in, not even trying to be good, sending reasonably talented artists like SuRie and James Newman to their doom with lame demos and visionless non-acts nobody could possibly be made to care for. "I wrote a song" was a self-written pamphlet against toxicity and in favour of mental health (Roxen could NEVER; therapy can work lest she/they first learn to LISTEN TO PEOPLE [other than *ndr*w t*te]). Depth and thematic relevance any 2010s BBC entry would murder an orphanage for.

While it did not pay out this year, and instead of like... a solidly competent entry we got a visual treat with trainwreck vocals, point still stands. The UK made an effort to prove that Ryder wasn't a one-time fluke. Kick-ass song by a kick-ass maiden was a good attempt and befitting her entry, is the proof that BBC are working on themselves, which is more than what one can say about the next country on our list:

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16. MALTA The Busker - "Dance (Your Own Party)" 35th place

Decade ranking: 43/116 [Above Montaigne, below TBA]

As is the case with televised competitions with semifinals, some participants need to NQ and ideally those flop spots go to solulu/delulu broadcasters that have lost their touch with reality, have no idea what they're doing, are throwing away golden opportunities with zero regard and yet respond with indignation when their stupid schemes ricochet back in their faces like errant boomerangs.

So in the light of that, TVM's flop era was has been long in the works and is fully deserved. To hell with this wishy-washy, cynically corporate piece of secretive shit broadcaster. Malta have only been truly good twice recently, and even Destiny was kind of debatable (What separates a "Je Me Casse" from a "Queen Bees" other than two glasses of chardonnay?).

However, as if often the case with entries that get the overdue flop results (see also: Ela and Tell Me More), The Busker didn't particularly deserve to be the anvil of fate, not in the least be hit with such overkill: last place with 3 points, excusez-moi? No idea what The Busker did (well, what they specifically did) to be immediately branded as THE MOST ANNOYING THING OF ALL TIMES once they arrived in Liverpool. We've seen worse of the same "offenses", where WERE these people when The Roop and Mikolas Jozef were being an ABSOLUTE TERROR to us? Oh right, bookie odds made it fashionable to pretend to like them, got it.

Anyway, how else can you do an entry such as "Dance" any justice if not by going ham? This is only one of two recent examples since "Walk On Water" where Malta actually staged appropriately, playing to their song's best strengths.

🎷🎷🎷🎷🎷 I FEEL BETTER IN MY SWEATER 💃💃💃💃💃💃💃

I *liked* the presentation. It was jank and clunky and Moldovan. The three acts, the sweater change, the obnoxiously bad sax playback, the bedroom dance moves that completented the song's bedroom karaoke vibe, Dav Jr.'s excellent hairline. Works for me! They HAD A VISION to craft a story of lockdown blues and social anxiety and I won't toss it in the bin just because it's trashy and out of vogue! It's Eurovision, and trashy also-rans have been a staple since the very beginning. Embrace them!

The true reason why the Busker did this poorly was bad luck. They were on second in r/o, had no built-in vote bases (like Serbia) and directly competed with the OTT-LOUD entries from Croatia and Finland. Hurricane Käärijä landed and left only destruction in his wake. Put The Busker in Semi 2 and their total points rise to a similar level that Iru and Diljá got.

Of course, The Busker also dropped for me, but that's just the normal trajectory for gimmicky entries doing its work. When the joke is still fresh and funny, I'm into it the most, but once I've acclimatized my mind and the novelty has worn off and I'm just left with how much I like the music. As it turns out, "Dance" was fine fun semi filler and that's something I'm perfectly okay with. 😁

THE RANKING