#that wont wind up with me getting killed by some freak because I said no

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I'm biting the next person who asks for my number I SWEAR

[bridgyrose]

Human!Penny gets the hiccoughs and freaks out because she isn't lying and now everyone is going to think she's lying!

Penny paused as she listened to the hiccough that came from her, a hand instinctively covering her mouth. Everything about it was still familiar to her except for one part: she hadnt lied. In fact, she hadnt said anything yet beyond how much she liked the food that Yang had cooked. Which wasnt a lie, even if some of it had been slightly over cooked. Though, it might help that Yang’s cooking was the only food she’s had so far, but as far as she cared, that was still very much the truth. 

“Penny, are you okay?” Blake asked. 

Weiss shook her head and picked at the burnt parts of her venison. “She probably just choked on Yang’s cooking. It is a bit much for a first meal.” 

“I already told you it was an accident!” Yang cleared up the dirty cooking utensils and sighed. “Not my fault grimm decided to attack while the rest of you were out trying to help settle the refugees. At least I didnt get sand in our water.” 

Penny quickly returned to eating, clearing her plate as fast as she could and downing some water right after. Another hiccough ran past her lips once she had a moment to catch her breath. “I-I like it, I really do,” she said through another series of hiccoughs. She covered her mouth once more. “Though, I… I think it is time for me to start first watch. You know, in case grimm show up.” 

“See? I told you-” 

Blake quickly jabbed Weiss in her side. “You should bring someone with you. I know you can handle yourself, but it’ll be safer for us to watch in groups of two.” 

“I will be fine alone.” Penny quickly started to walk off, doing her best to hold the hiccoughs back as she made her way to the edge of the refugee camps. She sat down in the sand and took a few breaths to try to calm herself to no avail as more hiccoughs came out. 

“You know you shouldnt be out here alone, right?” 

Penny turned around to see Nora standing behind her, another hiccough leaving her followed by a defeated sigh. “I… I know, but… I do not want anyone to think I am lying.” 

“Because of your hiccups, right?” 

Penny nodded. “I really did like Yang’s food and I dont want to hurt her feelings and make her think that I didnt like it. And I’m afraid about anything else they’ll ask and think I’m lying when I answer and…” she leaned back into the sand, eyes starting to glow as she started to create a copy of Crescent Rose. “Being human is… complicated.” 

“Trust me, you wont hurt Yang’s feelings if you dont like her cooking. Besides, with how quickly you were eating, I’m sure your body is trying to get you to slow down. It happens to all of us. But… that’s not the only thing on your mind, is it?” 

“Do… do you think Ruby is okay?” 

“I dont know.” Nora sat down next to Penny and pulled her knees to her chest. “All we can do is hope that she and Jaune are still alive, right? I mean, we dont even know what that void is, so… who’s to say it killed them?” 

Penny nodded and hiccoughed once more and let the copy of Crescent Rose she created fade away in the wind. “I hope to see her again.” 

“I’m sure you will. But first, lets take care of those hiccups for you.” A whisper of a smile crossed her lips. “I know all the best ways to get rid of them. Used to get them all the time when I was younger.”

[bloodycassian]

Little bit smutty! Part 2ish of hellish Reader x cassian

You stared at him. He stared back. And the rest of them stared at both of you.  His eyes did not leave yours for an instant. Even when the door slammed shut from a cold wind. Shapes moved in the corner of your vision, but you stayed locked with Cassian. Your shared link was currently a courting battle. A dance of thoughts and feelings, mixed emotions and fear. The fear mainly from your side. And he was trying to comfort you.

"What's going on?" Someone whispered. A small voice, but concerned.  A huff of breath, and they were shuffling out of the room. Leaving you and the war lord alone. You could still hear them from the kitchen, but you let it fade. You let yourself be drawn back on that platform where his presence waited for you. You closed your eyes.

"Where are you from?" He asked, too casual to be normal. His mind was protected, but he had opened that connection just enough to be able to ask you questions. "You think I'm going to answer that after your friend nearly killing me?" You said, dancing your essence around him in a tickling way.

He rumbled, that earthy tone of his presence was warm. Welcoming, as if he was made just for you to come home to. "If I had known-" He began, but you cut him off with a sharp shove of force. "You would have what? Not almost killed him?" 

He sighed, exasperated. Shame roiled in his gut, but he knew what had to be said. He pushed down the feelings of guilt for what he had done to his brother.  "Brother?" You inquired, surprised. "You look nothing alike." Which was neither a good or bad thing. They were both some of the most gorgeous males you'd ever seen. Much better looking than the warriors at home who only worked on the muscles visible. You could tell he was built, a lithe warrior through and through. You tried not to imagine him shirtless. A booming heat raced down the line, and you tried your best to get away from those thoughts. He shifted on the couch.

"Metaphor. Tell me how we can help you." He was upfront, straight to the point and you appreciated it. However, you weren't going to give up your assignment just because you'd met a male that happened to be your mate. The Witches would burn you alive. Or turn you into a wicked monster for the rest of eternity. You shivered at the ideas that they could draw to life.

You scowled, "You mean how I can help your court, right?"

"You tell me. You seem pretty freaked out about whoever you're doing this for." He said with a sly tone. You felt yourself burn, rage and embarrassment lurching forward. A quiver of humor ran down the line that connected you. You tried to shut it out, to somehow cut off that connection.

"Sorry honey, we're stuck with this now." He said aloud, breaking you away from that dark bridge. You cracked your eyes slowly, wishing it was all a dream. His cocky expression made your heart soar, and your muscles burn with the urge to hit him. 

+  

It was a struggle for Cassian to leave you. Especially to leave you with Amren. He warned her that if anything happened there would be helll to pay. She merely waved a hand and told him to piss off. He was fighting himself and everyone else, it seemed. 

"We cannot have them here with so little knowledge of-" Azriel stopped when Cassian entered, his boots thudding against the familiar wooden floor. He looked away, ashamed. Rhys was trying his best to keep himself under control and consider the mating bond. Tried to make himself think back to the first weeks of his and Feyre's taking place. The possessiveness, the hunger. He looked at his brother in a new light, being able to control his urges was a battle even Rhys hand't won. "Az, I'm sorry." Cassian said through his teeth. He was tired of the guilt, of the way Azriel dared not speak around him. "Can you please just-"

"Not until we have your bond...figured out." Rhys interrupted. He looked Cassian up and down in a way that made Cas feel dirty. 

"Theres nothing to figure out, Rhys. My mate is just an assassin sent to kill my own brother, and now we dont know if there's a scouting party out for us or not." "I know Cassian, it's not about the threat. It's about you." Rhys met his brothers eyes, saw the smoldering there. Azriel only glanced to Rhys, then wrapped those shadows around himself and left. He ascended the stairs slowly, not daring a glance in your direction. You could see the shadows crawling after him like a loyal pet. 

It gave you goosebumps to watch. You stared at the small female that was assigned to watch over you. She sipped from a paper cup like it was salvation. "Good wine?" You asked, nodding to her hand. 

She glanced between it and you, then trilled a long laugh.

+ Cassian knocked on your window that night. Rhys had refused to allow you to sleep in the same house together, especially since you were locked up. He feared Cassian would break down the entire house trying to get to you if he had any...urges. 

Your heart raced when your eyes met his through the glass. His smile was bright against the dark sky. "What do you want?" You hissed, trying to make sure he heard the quiet rage in your voice. 

"Come on, I wont tell." He gripped the windowsill, and held a hand out for you. He reached down that bond and caressed your spirit with a warm, golden light. Hope, and joy. Your stomach flipped. And without thinking, you let him take you into the night. You found flying with him exhilitarting, and relaxing. The soft sway that carried you nearly put you to sleep. The mind bridge was silent, as if it was waiting for something. His siphons glowed a happy amber that lit up the water when he coasted over a small lake. Then he landed, the rocks on the bank making nearly zero noise. 

And the breath was knocked from you. The tall mountain eclipsing the stars themselves was reflected in the lake in perfect clarity. The stars shimmered around it, framing the snow capped peaks. There was a brush of cold wind that made you wrap your arms around yourself. Then, Cassian was there. "May I?" He asked, holding a long sleeved tunic up. You hadn't noticed the bag he packed before. You nodded, and let him guide the sleeves over your arms. 

He brushed your hair off of your neck and you felt it then. The hot rush that snapped in your core. He stilled completely, that bridge alight with heat that was never there before. Your neck tingled, practically begging for him to touch you again. Your skin was too hot. 

His words began tumbling out before he could think. "I'm sorry I-" Nerves pricked at his stomach, making him nearly nauseous with disgust at himself. Stupid. Stupid male taken over by instinct and nothing else. He was risking his entire court for one person. His mate, though. He tried to shake the reasoning away, but it was undeniable.

"Touch me." You managed to whisper. Your eyes wide, you dared not look at him. If you did you feared you would be the one taking him instead of the other way around. You stared out toward the icy peaks. 

He hesitated long enough for your eyes to dart to his, to see the full blown pupils there. His siphons flared, and you couldn't hold back the flare of desire any longer. He met you half way, lips crashing into yours. It was a competition, who could get the other to moan first. You were determined to win.

He flicked his tongue over your lip. You growled and ripped his tunic off, exposing the muscled torso underneath. You pulled away, wanting to taste him everywhere, anywhere. He kept you at bay, watching you for only a second before a wicked grin appeared. "My turn." He growled, his voice deep and husky. 

He pulled off your shirt and traced a long line down your side, earning a hiss from you. Then, he stopped. Suddenly, coldly.  "You're-" His mouth fell open at the tattoo on your sternum. The sigil that marked you with what you were. You had forgotten completely. You rushed a hand to his hair, pulling back sharply. "Shut up and fuck me." You demanded. Despite his unease, he obliged with a cocky grin.

[writing-gifts]

okay im back with the 7th part of the incubus!doppio au! this chapter is really long compared to the other ones!

also I made the decision to make reader asexual in this story, I mentioned it on my blog already but saying at again since it’s mentioned this chapter. so there definitely wont be any smut in the future 

AO3 Link

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@wasabi-mommy @mistabrainr0t @the-average-mastermind 

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It’s been 2 weeks since you last saw Doppio. He was most definitely avoiding you since you snapped at him, kind of. You realized you had upset him right after it happened too, but you didn't expect him to stop visiting because of it.

So when you weren't at work or trying to socialize with coworkers, you were by yourself. Being alone wasn't necessarily bad, but the whole time you'd end up dwelling on Doppio and stressing yourself out.

You tried to consider the positives, which there was one; Diavolo hadn't shown up either. But still, you missed your friend. And at this point, you were fed up with your thoughts going in circles. So instead of moping around your living room today too, you decide to go to the only other person you know nearby.

Retracing the steps you took with Doppio to get back home after your visit with the local witch--Was he the only witch in this area? You didn't know--you find your way back to the clearing in the forest with the giant lake and cabin.

Bruno looks surprised to find you at his door but lets you in. “I wasn't expecting you to come back.”

You shrug.

"By the way--" he says, "--it would be best not to wander too much in this forest. Many fae reside deeper within it and we don't want you running into any of them."

You nod since you didn't plan on going anywhere you hadn't been shown before anyway.

The comfortable looking couches around the fireplace are just what you need after that long walk. But as soon as you fall back into one of the loveseats, something sharp pricks your ass.

"Ow!" You shoot up and turn around. "What the hell…?"

A small pin you hadn't noticed was already occupying the seat. You pick it up and when Bruno sees what's in your hand he sighs.

"Okay, which one of you did it?" He sounds exasperated but stern.

There's no response and you wonder if the witch is talking to himself.

His brows furrow and he frowns, clearly frustrated by something.

He takes the pin from you. "Sorry about that ____."

"Uhh, it's fine? Accidents happen." You make sure there's nothing else in the seat and sit down. "...Who were you talking to?"

"My kids."

"You have kids?" You have never heard any noise or seen anything in the house that would imply that. Were they hiding?

Bruno drops the pin in the drawer of the small, wooden table next to the couch. He then takes a seat in the loveseat across from yours. “Well in a way. It's more like I just let them reside here.”

You were still confused but Bruno continues speaking before you can inquire more.

"Why'd you decide to visit?"

"I'm going to be honest. I was feeling a little lonely."

"No visitors?"

You rub at your arm and your slight frown becomes a full pout. "Yea…"

You didn't even have a certain cat anymore to help break the silence at home. Of course you weren't going to admit that part.

"Well that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"No. I already told you I want Doppio to stay with me, so it actually is."

Bruno hums. "I'm just trying to help you ____."

"You think you're helping me? Things don't have to go your way you know."

The witch looks completely unfazed by your words. “One day you'll understand and hopefully without you getting hurt.”

You deeply exhale. Talking to Bruno reminded you of a brick wall and you couldn't even find it in you to get mad.

"Wow…"

He raises a brow. "What?"

“You're stubborn as hell.”

"The same goes to you."

The two of you are quiet after that and the witch watches you. You felt like he was trying to see into your head and it made sitting still hard.

“Do you need something?” you ask.

“You're the one in my house ____.”

“Yea but you don't have to stare so hard...”

“You came here for another reason. Tell me.”

Caught off guard you take longer than usual to respond. You didn't know how Bruno could tell but it was best if you just said what you needed to instead of beating around the bush.

"Okay...I did. I was wondering about the exorcism, but not for Doppio--for Diavolo." You look down at your lap. "Do you think it's possible to exorcise him without hurting Doppio? I'm not even really sure how their whole situation works to be honest.”

You look to Bruno wondering if he had any answers.

"....A demon possessing a demon--that's what's most likely happening."

"Huh? That sounds strange."

"It is very peculiar, but I can't say it's impossible. So maybe there's a way to do an exorcism like you wanted."

Bruno's familiar swims by, above the fireplace and his eyes follow the eel. "Leone told me you two don't get along," he mentions.

"Me and Diavolo? Well yea. I'm sure you know he wants to kill me."

"Yes." His eyes land back on you. "That's why I'm not completely onboard with your idea."

"Okay but don't you think it would be better to at least get rid of one demon who definitely wants to hurt me instead of none?"

"I can't guarantee it; there's a chance it won't work and we'll only piss him off. Then you'd possibly be in more danger. It would make more sense and be much easier to get rid of both of them."

You frown but you weren't giving up. "Diavolo already has it out for me though. So not trying because of that is kinda pointless."

The rebuttal you just gave was weak and you weren't sure you could come up with anymore. So the longer Bruno takes to reply the more nervous you become.

"Listen, I'm not saying I'll do this but I'll at least look into it," he finally says.

You perk up. Even though you couldn't say he seemed convinced, you could at least work with it!

"T-Thank you! I'll even help!" You stand up eager to start. "Where do you want me to look first?" you ask.

From then on, you spend your off days at Bruno's home looking for any information about exorcism within his many books. A lot of which were in languages you didn't understand.

Surprising to you, Bruno turns out to be pretty good company when he isn't actively trying to get rid of Doppio. And you quickly find yourself enjoying coming over. It was the perfect distraction too.

You also now had the chance to really take in how cool the witch's house was. It felt like you were at the aquarium whenever you walked through it! So at first, you did a lot of that whenever you needed a break. Bruno's familiar which you found out was named Angeela, would swim along with you and keep you company. And even though there were no other fish it was still really relaxing.

But soon, strange things started to occur. Doors closing behind you. Items falling on top of you. It happened one too many times and started to freak you out so you brought it up with Bruno. It seemed to stop right after that though so you shrugged it off and decided to focus more on researching from then on.

During one of your visits, you focus a little too hard and accidentally end up staying too late. And there's no way for you to traverse back home safely so Bruno insists you stay in the spare guest room.

After dinner, you're ready to quietly head to bed for the night, but while you're cleaning your face, Abbacchio walks into the bathroom.

You raise a brow at the cat. You'd only seen hints of him this whole week. "What the hell?"

"Is there a problem?" The cat jumps up on the counter barely looking your way.

"Yea, you just walked in here without warning. What if I was changing you weirdo?"

"Then you wouldn't have left the door cracked open."

You roll your eyes and go back to what you're doing. "Where did you even come from?"

"None of your business. You don't want me around you anyway so it shouldn't matter."

"I said my house. I don't care what you do outside of it."

You wash off your hands and grab the tooth brush Bruno gave you. It's quiet except for the sink water running and the sound of you brushing your teeth. But you feel like you have to talk with Abbacchio in the room.

You spit in the sink. “Umm...is there something you need from me?”

The cat’s tail twitches before he answers. “Just making sure you don't do anything stupid."

Your lips purse. You were literally just trying to get ready for bed.

"Okay?" You go back to brushing.

The cat huffs. "You should stop trying to keep Doppio around. You're literally wasting time--"

“Ah, that's why you came in here," you interrupt through a mouthful of foam. You spit. "....I don't understand why everyone keeps doing this.”

"Doing what?" The cat sounds and looks irritated.

"Telling me this and that! I'm going to stay with Doppio and nothing you, Bruno, or Diavolo say is going to chase me off."

You expect to get lectured some more but Abbacchio glares at you. "Please don't tell me you aren't actually in love with him?" he asks.

"What are you talking about? I just want to stay with him because we're friends."

"You barely know him. It must be 'love'...or lust."

You shake your head. "Lust's definitely not it."

Abbacchio tilts his head but you weren't exactly in the mood to explain asexuality right now, especially to a feline, so you leave it at that and go back to brushing your teeth.

He squints at you. “Okay then. You're definitely in denial about your feelings though.”

"Can't friends care about each other--"

"Yes but that takes years. You're ready to throw your safety to the wind for someone you've known for a few months. You need to be careful before this crush gets out of hand."

You let out the most frustrated sigh. "Doppio wouldn't hurt me. I trust him."

"Hmph, you don't even understand this world but you think you know better."

You pause unsure how to respond. You wanted to say something back but he unfortunately had a point. This supernatural stuff was still new to you and you were honestly processing it kind of slowly.

Since you knew you weren't getting in the last word with Abbacchio and you were tired of being scolded by a cat, you rinse off your toothbrush and leave the restroom.

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You open your eyes and stare at the unfamiliar ceiling for a several seconds before getting out of bed. You forgot to bring a glass of water with you and there was no way you would be able to get back to sleep with such a dry throat. So you creep out of your room.

The blueish glow from the tanks help light your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You see Angeela pass by before turning back and swimming along with you.

You smile before whispering. "Just getting water.”

The eel continues to follow you all the way to the kitchen. You rub at your arms once you enter to fend off the unusual chill in the room. Unfortunately, this was common in Bruno’s home. You suspected a draft problem but the witch didn’t seem to care.

Angeela swims out of view while you hurry and look for a glass so you can get back to your warm bed.

Once you find one in the cupboards, you fill it with water from the sink's tab and quench your thirst before filling it again. You move to leave but stop at the kitchen's entrance and look back at the refrigerator. You might as well eat something while you’re here.

Ready to grab the leftover food Bruno made for dinner, you open the fridge and scream. The glass you’re holding falls from your hand and shatters on the floor. And you slam the fridge door shut.

Abbacchio’s the first to appear in the kitchen. “There better be a good reason you’re yelling!"

“Something in the fridge--A HEAD--I don't know!”

Right after that Bruno rushes in. “What's wrong ____?”

“Something weird in the fridge--a head! I was just looking in the fridge because I was kinda hungry!”

Bruno pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fugo and Narancia come out now!”

A second passes before something phases into form in front of the annoyed witch. Then right after something small and sparkly flies out from behind the dish rack next to the sink. But you've barely registered the second thing cause there’s a little ghost kid standing there!

He had a tealish glow and you could see right through him.

A shiver runs up your spine and you want to run out of this cabin.

“Do either of you want to explain why ____ says they saw a head in the fridge?” Bruno asks. His breath is visible from how cold it's gotten.

The ghost looks down at his feet avoiding eye contact. The glowing light next to the ghost didn’t seem keen on answering either.

“Brats,” Abbacchio says before walking out of the kitchen.

"Narancia t-told me to…" the ghostly child's voice sounds watery and distant.

Bruno sighs before looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I...It’s okay,” you lie.

And you guess Bruno can tell because he stares at you strangely before speaking again. “Well I suppose I should introduce you to them since we all are here. This is Fugo." He points to the ghost. "And this is Narancia.”

You risk getting closer to the glowing small creature flying in the air and realize that they look like a shrunken child with wings.

“A...pixie?” you ask. You can barely believe your eyes but should you be surprised at this point?

"I think...I need to go to sleep," you say.

“Okay,” Bruno says, understanding. “Are you sure you're fine?”

“Uh huh.” You’re about to speed walk to the guest room, but remember the glass on the floor.

“Oh wait do you have a broom?" you ask the witch. "I-I'm sorry…”

“I'll take care of it.”

You nod and go back to your room. You wouldn't be wandering around Bruno's home again at night, if you ever stayed the night again that is.

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When you open your front door to walk out, you immediately tense up in surprise. Doppio's standing there, holding the key you gave him.

"Doppio!"

" ____--"

The both of you stop talking.

The incubus frowns and fidgets with the key in his hand. "Er ____...I'm sorry for keeping things from you! I really missed you.”

You hum but can't get any words out. For some reason you felt uncomfortable and timid.

“____?”

You clench your hands next to your sides and force yourself to speak. “I shouldn't have said what I did and especially not that harshly. I-I'm sorry and I missed you too.”

Doppio seems to relax but you stand in place awkwardly, struggling to make proper eye contact.

“That's okay ____. I understand why you were upset.”

"Yea but still…"

"Um, is it okay if we hug?" Doppio asks.

His expression is shy but he doesn't look away which makes you smile. You nod and open your arms. Your friend walks into them wrapping his own arms around you and giving you a squeeze. He smells like something sugary but you can't place it.

Once you're satisfied, you let your arms drop and pull away from the incubus.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He tilts his head. “Weren't you heading somewhere though?”

“I can go later. It’s not urgent.”

Doppio nods and walks past you inside. You shut the door and the two of you sit down on the couch.

“So what were you up to the last several weeks?” A question that you hoped would make any left over awkwardness disperse.

“I was on business for the boss.”

“Of course...Maybe he’ll finally stop being so angry with me.”

Doppio looks confused before his eyes widen, "Not that type of business!"

“Oh! What type of stuff then?"

"Um...making sure people stick to agreements. I don't think you'd want me to go into detail."

He gives a bit of a forced laugh. So you move on.

"Hey, you're okay right?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“Like you're not dying or anything? Diavolo said you would just lose your powers, but I just want to make sure.”

“Oh that. Yeah, I'm okay! I don't need sex to stay alive...”

You nod. “I guess I'm still trying to wrap my head around this incubus stuff--well demon stuff in general." You suddenly remember the events that happened at Bruno's house recently. “Actually, supernatural stuff overall. Soooo...just wondering, is it possible to exorcise a demon out of a demon?”

He grimaces slightly. “____, what are you trying to do?”

“I'm just speculating, but maybe we could get rid of Diavolo.”

Doppio's eyes widen. "N-no way. Why?"

”Don't you want to? He's literally leeching off of you.”

You liked Doppio...a lot and you wanted him to stay by your side but dealing with his alter ego frankily sucked. You had been able to tolerate him (barely) but after not having him come in and threaten you for the past couple weeks, any qualms (if there were any to begin with) about getting rid of Diavolo were gone. You just needed to get Doppio onboard.

“I don't know…I know he can be a lot but he's not all bad.”

You stare unbelieving at him. “Doppio, I think you might be codependent. He's literally the worst type of person.”

He avoids your eyes. "Well technically he's not even a person--"

“Demon whatever, he still sucks.”

"I don't think this is a good idea ____. He might be listening right now!"

That wasn't about to stop you. And even though Doppio didn't like to act like it, he had more control over this body than his "boss". The fact that Diavolo hasn't appeared to rip you apart proved that.

“If it doesn't work you can put all the blame on me. He won't hurt his own vessel anyways.”

“I'm not worried about me ____."

You smile a bit at his concern. "If we get this to work then you'll never have to worry about me."

Doppio sighs. "I guess...How are you even planning to do this?”

“Well, I've been visiting Bruno while you were gone.”

The incubus immediately looks disgruntled.

“Don't make that face okay. I actually managed to get him to consider doing things a different way.”

“B-But what if he's just using this as a way to get our guard down?”

“We are just researching. I haven't agreed to anything just yet. I really just want to know if it's possible…And wouldn't it be nice to have your own body?”

Doppio nods but still looks unsure.

“So let's just see what happens?” you say hoping to give him that little push he needs.

"Well if it's just research...it can't hurt to look into it?"

You nod and smile. “Right! I'll let you know if anything comes up.”

[prose-for-hire]

So wrong it’s right

Part 2 // Part 3

Pairing: Angel x vamp!reader

Request: (Sorry if I make a mistake, English is my second language) Will you make a story with a somewhat villain reader (but shes not exactly evil) that keeps helping Angel out because she likes him and in the start he wont trust her but one day they kiss and Angel becomes confused about how he feels? I hope that makes sense. If I didn’t explain it well please don't feel you need to write it you can ignore this.

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Violence/fighting. Swearing.

A/N: This is the kind of fic I LOVE to write. I enjoyed myself with this one !! 💜

You weren’t well-liked in LA. The ‘good guys’ hated you, trying to stake you at any second and the ‘bad guys’ despised you. Both felt this for the way that you made decisions based on how you felt. No allegiance to good or evil. No atonement or evil plotting. You served neither the powers or dark forces. This was a fluid and extremely ambiguous way to live, which brought suspicion with you wherever you went. But you were nothing if not authentic to your beliefs. You just weren’t really sure what those beliefs were yet.

In any case, you didn’t much care for world domination nor did you hang out in particularly damp underground hovels that you wouldn’t even bury your dog in, let alone spend precious years of your un-life.

LA had a certain draw to you, it was a hub. A beating heart of life that helped you thrive in a way you had only dreamed of when you really were alive. But most importantly, it wasn’t a backwater little town. The type that always seemed to harbour Hellmouths. They seemed a little boring to you anyway.

Yeah, it holds all the supernatural power hotspots you could wish for, but at what cost? Everyone knew everyone’s business and there was such a large amount of demons concentrated in one area it was hard to navigate without bumping into several ex-lovers. Not to mention there was a higher chance of a Slayer on your back.

Now, just because you weren’t ‘evil’, that wasn’t to say you lived in the light. For one, you couldn’t. You would die… again. But also, you weren’t exactly chafing at the bit to do as the powers said. They couldn’t simultaneously damn you to hell when you got dusted whilst enticing you with some long-winded and ultimately unnecessary prophecy that gave you the one thing you were scared of. Hope.

You didn’t have a soul, and you didn’t care for gaining one. Not through a curse and even less through fighting for one yourself. This is why one vampire didn’t like you. He didn’t trust you and definitely never cut you a break.

The fact was, he barely looked your way. Unless you were stood in his path. And you had, a few times. He was convinced you had some ulterior motive but had little time for you until you turned into a bigger threat.

That was, up until the last few months. You had started to catch his attention more and more. You had been fighting, again. In the back room of some seedy bar. Trading blows, neither of you holding back. The real threat long since dusted. It was just gone three in the morning, a time you liked to be home. Just in case of a freak early sunrise (you had heard horrible things of whole towns of vampires wiped out suddenly).

You were fighting, hard. He never left it. He just couldn’t walk away. You were after the same stupid vampire. Yes, you had been after him because he owed you a large sum of money and around five Siamese cats, but the end was the same. You twisted from his firm grasp, throwing him over your head. He landed but didn’t stay down. He ran at you, pushing you back and slamming you against the door. Almost through it. He grabbed a stake and flipped it up in the air before expertly catching it, looking back in your eyes.

There was almost a flicker of danger. A flicker of all the stories you had heard of Angelus. There was something there, some kind of feeling and it got you excited. Up until this point, his face had been pretty unmoving every time you saw him. The stake dug into your chest, directly over your unbeating heart. You couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes scanned your face. Moving from your lips to your eyes and back again. He was so close you could just lean in and… no. Eye on the prize, you tell yourself. You would settle for a quip charged with at least a little sexual tension. On your end, at least.

“You gonna keep waving that thing around or are you going to actually do something with it?” You bite, breathing heavily a smile on your face. You didn’t need to breathe but it was still a habit.

“Why’re you here, huh? Why are you always around when something bad happens?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Now I’m never getting those fucking Siamese” You muttered as he scowled at you. You were going to threaten him one more time before staking him. He rolled his eyes, you were worse than spike. At least he had a soul. Wanted one. You were content with your lot and it bugged him to no end.

“You know, I think I might enjoy this” Angel said stoically.

“Watch out, you don’t want to get too happy” You teased with a smile, everyone knew about Angel – word travels fast even here, “Or maybe you do. You might be more fun, to be honest”

These was the last words he expected to hear from you, you were younger than him by a mile. He was used to vampires pretty easily going down. He moved his arm back, directing the wooden stake straight for your heart. In the same second, you changed into your vamp face and propelled your head forwards. Your hand twisted his wrist trying to knock the stake from his hand as you propelled your ridged forehead towards him. Headbutting him with all of your strength.

The stake pierced your skin, but luckily (or unluckily it still hurt like anything) it was stabbed into your left arm which made you yelp. You yelped almost as much as Angel in his surprise as his nose started to bleed. It was enough to stun him, letting you run off with the stake still sticking out of your arm as you took a short cut to your destination.

Angel walked back to the hotel slowly, pinching his nose and wiping the blood on his sleeve. He took the long route back, not wanting to have to tell the others that he had lost in a fight with a vampire who was probably half his age. When he returned Cordelia rushed over to him, helping him to sit down. The entire team was there, waiting up for him. Fantastic, now he would have to tell them.

“Oh, uh, Angel?” Fred asked softly, “This was left for you – on your desk”

He turned and there it was. The stake that had been embedded in your arm the last he saw you. You must have travelled fast to get there before he did. He took it as an act of aggression, especially when he read the note attached.

‘Until we meet again, sweet Angel’

“Is this your slayer friend?” Fred asked, looking down at the floor. She had taken somewhat of a shine to Angel and may have been a little jealous. She had just learned what a slayer was.

“She’s a little more dramatic, a little less with the subtle” Cordelia stated, knowing for sure that the person that brought it was not Buffy. Not at all.

“Yes, I recall the young woman is about as subtle as a brick” Wes chuckled softly, reminiscing over his brief stint as a watcher.

“No. it wasn’t her” Angel confirmed, turning and scowling, “Wes, I need everything you can find on a vamp. Name’s y/n”

“Y/n? Are you sure it is wise to, um, shake the hornets nest so to speak. They’ve done little to actively harm-” Wesley said quickly. A slightly sheepish look on his face. You had met him and helped him out several times. You often crossed paths late night at the occult book store. You weren’t afraid of losing your credibility over a little light reading.

Your intelligence was often what gave you the upper hand over many demons you came up against. Wesley was strangely fond of you, although he knew from word on the street you could be mean if something was in the way of what you wanted. He was pleasant enough although spending too long with him gave you an Englishman-induced headache. He does prattle on so. And, that phrase had been unfortunately transferred into your brain from listening to him for too long.

“Apart from, that they’re a vampire who brutally kills to eat and always seems to be in every bad situation we’ve been in recently” Angel snapped, “I want everything. By tomorrow night”

“What are you going to do?”

“Kill them”

It had been several more months and Angel had seen you several times in that period. He had yet to make good on his promise. The tension mounted, peaking every time you became close. Your back and forth riling you up, making you begin to pine for his attention.

He had noted that you had common goals, evil tended to get mowed down in your wake. Which, he couldn’t exactly complain about except that your personality was simultaneously infuriating and intriguing.

But he maintained that he didn’t like you. The way you danced through life, with no guilt. Very little self-reflection. You wouldn’t join him and that was enough, in his eyes for you to be against him.

This evening finds you on the hunt for a backstreet dealer, one that could find you an item that was particularly hard to find. Especially now Angel had a snitch on the inside, the deliveries were starting to slow. Dust couldn’t drive trucks.

You arrived at the meeting place, a dingy alleyway despite you specifically asking to meet somewhere that didn’t smell like something had died there. You had a very sensitive sense of smell.

“You got the stuff?” You asked, gesturing with your head for the demon to open the briefcase. But he snatched it from your grasp and the boss stepped from the shadows. This meant something more sinister.

“You helped him. We saw you” The scaly man with an impressively tailored suit accused.

“What?”

“Angel” He confirmed. Bad things happened to people who didn’t side with the boss. You knew this.

“I don’t pick allegiances, I told you. I’m just me” You assured them, eyes on the briefcase.

“You’re with us or you’re with him. Choose.”

“Fine.” You shrugged, the man nodded approvingly. It had been easier than he thought.

“Good, glad that you’re-” You spun into a kick, hitting his jaw which made him shut up. You hated people who gave you an ultimatum. You, for this very moment only, were on Angel’s side. Fists flying, feet connecting with hard bodies. You fought against them, hard.

More of them started to turn up. As if there had been a call. They started to surround you. You were strong, but not that strong. Your un-life flashed before your eyes. There was so much you had left to do. I mean, you had never even been to a virgin sacrifice. Never properly feasted on St Vigeous. You hadn’t even found your anti-soulmate.

You were almost ready to give up. And then he turned up. Your guardian angel.

Angel assessed the fight, realising you had been caught up. Not realising why it broke out. You fought beside each other, but traded insults with your ally. You found yourself waiting for these interactions with him. It made you smirk. This was the way you flirted.

You enjoyed this back and forth. He was starting to make you feel alive again. Begin to… hope.

The fight was finished and now all you both were was surrounded by dust. You took a breath. In name, not in action, recovering from the fight.

But he grabbed you by your shoulders, you had taken your guard down. He slammed you into the brick wall. The contact almost made you shiver as you smiled wide. You opened your mouth to speak, he was expecting it and spoke first.

“Don’t” He warned, frustrated at the way your eyes danced despite his threat.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months” You smirked, leaning closer to his face. There was barely an inch between you.

“Huh. Your death?”

“We’re already dead, baby, I’m looking more for the spice of life” You teased before leaning in and finally catching your lips with his. This had been all you had been thinking since you had first met him. The tension had reached its crescendo and you had to act.

It was an urgent kiss, you were willing him to reciprocate. His action beforehand made the adrenaline pump around your body harder. Want him more. There was danger harboured deep below the soul he cared for so deeply and it called to you like a moth to a flame.

You wanted him. You enjoyed every side you had seen so far. You didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to admit the tension in the air when you were around each other.

His lips didn’t move at first for those agonising moments. And then they did. All at once. His lips moving and fiery against yours, now fighting you for dominance. You tasted so good to him. A hand gripping your upper arm tightly with the other sliding up the curvature of your neck.

You slid your hands between the fabric of his shirt and his leather jacket, grasping at him. Your fingers snaked around him, exploring unchartered territory. He felt so good, you wanted him closer.

You found yourself almost preferring the feel of this more amiable touch to the harsh blows you had exchanged previously. He pressed you further into the wall, wanting more.

But all too quickly, his lips started to falter and you felt him start to pull away. He started to think too much into it. Comprehending the implications. You felt too good to him. You were a distraction, a sinful figure that strayed him from the power’s path. You almost whined as he pulled himself from where he had been pressed flush against you. He had to fight himself to remove his hands from you.

Your hands slid sadly from where they had been exploring his lean form. You felt yourself pouting slightly, which is a feat when you have fangs like you did.

His face had changed during your kiss, as had yours. Your vampire forms released as the tension did. Your more animalistic forms finding each other so appealing. The kiss a revelation, in some sense a curse. But again, he was used to that.

He pulled back, his face the picture of shock. It was the most emotion he had allowed you to see. So many contradictory emotions flashing behind his eyes. It had felt wrong, but oh so right to kiss you that way. He wanted more. He wanted to get as far away from you as possible.

You watched him in his turmoil, not able to hide the way you enjoyed seeing his face this way. You reached with your hand to trail along the distinctive bumps of his forehead. You couldn’t help it, you had suddenly begun to soften for him. Against your will. You wanted him to want you deeper than you had realised.

He realised that his vampire face was showing. He winced away from you, and you scanned over his face. He switched back immediately. Masking it.

He was ashamed. You frowned, your own vamp face still there. You embraced all that you were. You scanned his face, trying to show him that he could be himself with you. But he didn’t read that from your face.

He stepped back, all contact with him now gone. His eyes still trapped in yours for a moment. Your back was still pressed against the rough brick, your arm still outstretched for him.

But he just ran, jacket whipping around him as he kicked up his dust on way out of the alleyway. As if a magician through a puff of smoke, he was gone.

You eventually moved yourself from the wall, leaning to take the briefcase. You shrugged, dusting it off from the ash that had been left from the fight.

You walked slowly with your items, thoughts beginning to spin. Finding yourself lacking something deep inside that you had not realised you had been missing for so long.

[wolfoftheautumn]

It had been a week in a half since Belladonna and the others started working at the forge. Belladonna had just finished the last suit of armor she had made fourteen sets and was drinking some of the potion. She felt so much better she was wondering when Amara and Ameiral would be back with the supplies that Ameirals mother sent them to get. She went to the front to get some air. “Alpha sit down" She said she looked at her puzzled but did so as she watched her bring a plate of food over.  “You worked through lunch" She said sternly. “I just came out to get some air I have one last sword to make.” She said.

“You are not getting back up till you eat girl, I’m not a slave driver eat, rest for a while" She said. Belladonna was going to say something but the door opened. She seen Amara and Ameiral “Ameiral help me out here" She said. “What’s up?” She asked going over concerned. “I need to finish a sword last one, but your mom wont let me leave till I eat" She said. “Sorry I told mom that if you didn’t eat lunch without us that she was to force you to eat" She said smiling. Belladonna then looked to Amara who was smiling.

“Don’t look at me to get you out of this, I agreed as well" She said. Belladonna sighed but nodded as she started to eat the plate of food. She had no idea how hungry she was till she started to eat. “We've been worried about you, you know" Ameiral said. She looked up confused “Why?” She asked. “Well you promised you would take breaks but barely do, then you stay here till two compete sets of armor is made, then eating you don’t eat a lot just a handful then get back to work and don’t get me started on your sleep we work late get up early for the past week and a half” She said.

Belladonna looked down she felt like she was on the spot “I just wanted to make sure everything looks good and gets done" She said. Ameiral put a hand on her shoulder “I know, eat we brought another plate as well, Amara and I can finish the last sword take a break" She said. Belladonna nodded “Alright you three win" She said smiling. Ameiral smiled kissing her cheek “Good" She said as she and Amara went to the back after Amara had put the plate for her in front of her. Belladonna continued to eat smiling the food was good. “I'm sorry if I was harsh dear but when Amara and Ameiral told me what you were doing I felt bad. I just want to look out for you, Ameiral also told me you were recovering from a poison assassination attempt" She said.

Belladonna looked up “It alright,  honestly if my Mama found out she would be mad.” She replied laughing. Ameirals mother smiled “I see, well then eat up and when the girls are done you three go home for some well deserved rest" She said. Belladonna nodded as she had started on the second plate of food. When done she finished her drink and decided to check on the two.

She went to the back finding Amara sharpening the sword that was done now. Ameiral was putting it on the armor stands and checking everything over. Belladonna went over and kissed them both on the lips. As they finished they did indeed head home Belladonna in the back sitting up. She wouldn’t lie she was exhausted. Once to the house she went to bath. She sat in the water relaxing smiling.

Ameiral and Amara were in the kitchen Ameiral was making a pie for the three to eat an apple pie. She knew that Belladonna loved pumpkin but she didn’t have any but a whole bunch of apples. Belladonna was out after a nice bath and put fresh cloths her black tunic and pants. She went to the bedroom  brushing her hair. She needed clothes clean and took her basket of dirty clothes heading downstairs she seen Amara and Ameiral talking. “What are you doing?” Ameiral asked. “Going to wash my clothes then head to the lake while they dry" She said. Amara nodded “Take Leoa with you" She said. Belladonna nodded “ I will" She said as she opened the door letting Leoa and Valkyrie out.

She started to wash her clothes once done she put them on the clothes line. “Come on you two let’s go to the lake" She said smiling. Once there she sat there relaxing . She watched as Valkyrie played in the water and Leoa taking a cat nap on a nearby log. She looked out into the water before she heard it the sound of howls. Belladonna turned her head in their direction smiling that was until Valkyrie  ran off in that direction. “Valkyrie! Come back" She shouted as she quickly got up and started to run after her she hadn’t a clue where she had ran off too. She heard howls and they were close by.

Belladonna shivered what if Valkyrie had went in that direction. She slowed her pace as she walked stopping looking up at the sky. The once sunny day was now cloudy and it seemed a storm was threatening it. ‘perfect time for her to run off' she thought as she listened again. Luckily more howls came and a smaller one she recognized as Valkyrie. She made her way and seen  a small clearing Valkyrie was with the snowflake wolves and they were varying sizes some as big as Leoa in her big size. She slowly made her way closer. ‘does she miss being with them? Is she going to leave me?’ her mind thought. There was a loud boom of thunder and a crack of lightening then the wind picked up and it started to pour the rain. Belladonna was getting soaked, she watched as the wolves scattered once they saw her Valkyrie coming back over “You gave me a scare" She said. She started her way back or what she thought was the way back. That’s when she noticed that Leoa was nowhere to be seen. ‘if the weather doesn’t kill me Amara and Ameiral will if Leoa shows up without me' she thought she walked in the rain for what seemed forever before Valkyrie tugged on her pants wanting her to follow her.

Belladonna didn’t have a choice she was soaked and freezing and the wind chill didn’t help. She followed Valkyrie to a cave seeing Leoa at the entrance she smiled as she went inside “Good girls" She said as she went into the cave it was strangely warm she went over finding a place to sit against the wall. Valkyrie and Leoa sat next to her trying to warm her up. She had her eyes closed when she heard something move beside her it was large she opened her eyes coming face to face with a rather large snowflake wolf. She froze as the wolf licked her face and settled down next to her she was surprised seeing the pack from before and they were surrounding her laying their heads on her body and the pups getting in her lap. Then it occurred to her they were trying to keep her warm. After realizing that she calmed down and closed her eyes it was strange she felt at peace with them as she listened to the storm she hoped it passed soon.  Mainly because she knew Amara and Ameiral would freak if she wasn’t home by nightfall.

She was getting warm and soon dozed off. She awoke to something pawing at her chin she opened her eyes seeing Valkyrie she smiled. She looked around finding the other wolves gone she stood and noticed it was getting dusk. Leoa was at the entrance seemingly waiting for her. She went over and they headed out. She was just getting back to the house before the last light left the sky. She came in seeing Amara setting the table and Ameiral cooking. They were silent and it made her worry. “What is that smell of wet dog?” She heard Ameiral say as she turned. Belladonna smiled “Most likely me and it’s a long story" She said. When Amara looked up she looked shocked “Belladonna where did you get that?” She asked.

“Get what?” She asked confused looking around the only thing she seen was Valkyrie and Leoa “Your face" She said as she rushed over with a mirror. Belladonna looked in the mirror she was surprised to see the strange tattoo on her face it was strange lines that didn’t connect together but form what looked like a paw a wolf paw on her forehead. “I…I don’t know.. I went to the lake Valkyrie ran off and we got lost and soaked. Leoa found a cave and we went in to get out of the storm. I sat against the wall and snowflake wolves came and kept me warm I went to sleep and woke with this" She said. Ameiral gasped “She’s been blessed by the wolves" She said.

Both Amara and Belladonna looked at her confused. “Please explain" Amara said, Ameiral who was excited nodded as she ran to a room bringing out a very old book. She brought it over to them “I thought it was just an old wives tale" She said as she opened to a part of the book. “They say that the snowflake wolves grant power or protection to the one who bears their mark. An ally in battle and can even bring the dead back to those who bare the mark" She said. The mark was identical to the one on Belladonnas forehead. “Where did you get this book?” Amara asked “Its been passed down for generations my great, great, great grandmother was a alchemist in these parts before it was really settled” She explained.  Amara nodded as she got a piece of parchment drawing the tattoo and the mark down with a quill. She then folded it up “We’ll send this to Gideon see if he has ever heard of it as well" She said. She looked at Belladonna head “We need to hide this" She said as she went upstairs.

Belladonna frowned she couldn't tell if she was in trouble or not . Neither seemed upset but Amara was hard to gauge at the moment. She came down with a black piece of ling cloth and tied it around her head looking it over “Perfect, when we go out wear this" She said. Belladonna nodded “Okay, so can we eat now I’m starving" She said smiling. Amara laughed “Yes let’s eat we even made a pie for celebrating" She said. They all sat down and Belladonna poured more of the potion just to boost her immune system just in case since she had walked in the rain getting soaked.

They sat there eating and chit chatting. They were laughing talking about the week and what they would get into the next few days. As well as supplies they needed and things they thought they may want to try in different foods. As the main course was devoured Ameiral cleared the dishes and Amara cut three slices of pie for them to enjoy. She sat each plate down and settled back in. Belladonna smiled as she took a bite “This is exactly what I needed" She said. Ameiral blushed “ I wanted to make pumpkin but we didn’t have any and I was afraid if I went to town we wouldn’t have it tonight" She explained. “Apple pie is excellent any time of the year dear" Belladonna replied as she kissed her and smiled.

That’s when Belladonna remembered something “Say Ameiral why didn’t your mom freak out that you kissed my cheek today?” She asked. Ameiral laughed “Heavens, my mother knows I’m a lesbian, plus it helps that I told her all three of us were together. She just said she didn’t understand why but was happy for me" She said smiling. Amara smiled “I’m glad I was worried when you told her the last part about the three of us" She said softly. Ameiral laughed “Mom said as long as I was happy to do what I please" She said as she leaned in kissing Belladonna then Amara. “And I will happily do the both of you" She said winking. Belladonna blushed “Maybe when I smell better I have to take another bath before bed. I also plan to do the dishes since you both cooked.” She said smiling.

Ameiral shook her head “You did your laundry today I’ll take care of dishes for us you bath" She said smiling sticking her tongue out. Belladonna laughed “Okay but I cook breakfast in the morning" She said. Ameiral smiled “Deal" She replied smiling. After they finished their pie Belladonna went to the bath getting in once again washing up she felt tons better. She put her robe on and went to the bedroom sitting in the chair brushing her hair. She wondered how Amara would get the message to Gideon. They hadn’t brought any hawks for messages so that puzzled her.

Back at the castle Xenia was up studying information about their enemy with Ruelle. Thanks to the snake they had a pinpoint on just where this land was thanks to Galen  and his adventures. Currently the court was in session to with nobles  to send an army to the kingdom. A knock came on the door and Gideon came in the room with Leoa “Xenia, Ruelle you might want to see this it was just delivered.” He said. Handing them parchment with Amaras seal. They looked over it “I have never seen or heard of this, have you Gideon" Xenia asked her brow in confusion. “Yes I have the information is correct and I found it in a detailed journal from long ago “He replied as he handed the journal over.

Xenia and Ruelle looked through it as it gave a more detail explanation. It was a very rare symbol indeed it had been only recorded twice in history if what they read was correct. Just then the door opened yet again. River came in “We have decided we are going to war" She said. Ruelle nodded “Then I will get preparations ready for the spies" She said. River seen the seal of Amara and looked at Xenia “Has something happened?” She asked worry written on her face. Xenia looked at her “Yes, let’s go to our room and I’ll tell you its interesting news that is for sure" She said. Gideon bowed “Take the journal it has more information my queens" He said. “Gideon have a note sent back to Amara tell her what we’ve been discussing and also about the invading army" She said. “Of course" He said as he left Leoa following him.

Belladonna was writing in her journal. She felt strong again and that feeling was amazing. Gideon’s potion had worked as well as the work at the forge. She looked up seeing them both come in smiling. “Glad you two could join me it’s been so very lonely" She said smiling. Valkyrie looked up from where she was sitting and whined, Belladonna laughed “You were great company my sweet" She said leaning down scratching her between the ears.

Amara smiled as did Ameiral as they took their clothes off. Belladonna noticed that they were not putting on anything else though as they pulled her close their hands rubbing over her sides  and arms. “Let’s have some fun we’ve worked so hard lately" Ameiral said as she kissed Belladonna on the lips. She felt Amara behind her as she undid the tie to the robe and slowly pulling it off her. She kissed her neck gently biting it. Belladonna gasped not from pain but pleasure.

Ameiral started to kiss her collarbone taking her teeth and scraping against the flesh as she sucked on it. Amara took her nails and ran them against Belladonnas sides scratching her a little sending shivers up her spine. She closed her eyes letting out a small moan especially as Ameiral sucked on her throat. Amara bit her shoulder “We may have packed a few toys to surprise you as well" She whispered in her ear “But only if you want to use them.” She whispered biting her ear again. Belladonna was going to speak when she felt Ameiral kissing down her side and opening her legs a bit. She felt her kissing her inner thighs getting closer and closer to where she wanted to be touched.

She stopped just below it “Can I?” She asked “For the love of gods please do its throbbing" Belladonna moaned out. Amara kept her close and in a strong embrace. Belladonna could feel Ameirals breath and then felt her tongue enter her wet folds and it inched its way to its target. Ameiral smiled as she let her tongue tease the nerve slowly rolling her tongue around it as she felt Belladonna get close to her face.

Amara was kissing her neck nipping it as she did. Belladonna moaned it felt so good she let out a little noise as well “More please I beg of you Ameiral" She said. Ameiral smiled against her sex and then started to lick her clit properly she could tell she liked this and she enjoyed her taste. Ameiral kept licking and Amara kept biting her neck, shoulder and ears. She knew Belladonna was using her for support now. She smiled she could hear her breathing as it hitched and the small moans she let out. Amara took her nipples and pinched them she heard her gasping loud. “You..You two are going to kill me" She said as she threw her head back.

“Put her on the bed" Ameiral said as she backed away. Amara picked her up and got on the bed making her lay back with her. Belladonna was eager for Ameiral to continue as she opened her legs wide for her. Ameiral crawled up in between her legs and continued as she licked and sucked. When she was wet enough she slipped a finger in and then another as she started to curl and thrust them into her. Belladonna was moaning she felt amazing as her toes curled “I… I’m close" She breathed out. Ameiral smiled as she kept her work up  till she felt Belladonna start to tighten around her fingers which made her more driven. She kept it up till Belladonna moaned her name out as she  helped ride her orgasm out.

Amara rubbed her sides “Still up for more fun maybe being in the middle getting pleasure and giving it?” She asked. Belladonna looked back “Yes gods yes" She said. Amara smiled “How about some fun for you from me and a favorite toy of mine" She said smiling. Ameiral smiled “Oh that means I get pleasured” She said smiling. “Yep now come lay down I want to taste you" Belladonna said as she pulled her closer. Amara got up and opened her trunk.

Belladonna got up as well as she laid Ameiral down she smiled. “Are you okay do you want to rest first?” She asked Belladonna. She smiled “I’m fine and I want to pleasure you” She said. Amara came back over and Belladonna looked at the harness she wore with  the learn glass strap on. She shivered “ Its alright I wont hurt you I'll be extra gentle" She said. Belladonna looked at it she nodded “We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to" Amara said. Belladonna chuckled “No I want to" She said. Amara nodded “We need a safe word just incase it hurts" She said softly. Belladonna nodded “How about snowflake" She said. Amara nodded “Sounds good to me" She said Belladonna got between Ameirals legs and smiled as she kissed her inner thigh. Amara gripped her hip and led the toy to her entrance “Nice and slow" She said as she slid the glass toy into Belladonnas wet core. She arched her back it felt nice and sleek. As Amara thrust slowly Belladonna kissed Ameirals core before teasing it with her tongue then let her tongue dive in and find its target. Ameiral gasped “Oh that feels good keep going" She said. Belladonna kept circling the nerve going in a pattern then a new pattern.

She moaned into Ameiral as her tongue hit her clit in the center the thrust Amara had just done was so good.  She kept up with her tongue till Ameiral was soaking before she added a finger. Belladonna was feeling good Amara had sped up her thrusts and she was thrusting deep into her she felt so full. She kept thrusting her finger and then added a second she let her upper arms grab onto Ameirals breast and twist her nipple ever so gently. “Oh Fu… yesss" She said.

Amara started to play with Belladonna clit as she thrust into her bringing her hips back with every thrust she was getting turned on. Belladonna had Ameiral screaming at one point and then Belladonna got just what she wanted Ameiral orgasm and she smiled as she licked her clean her back arched when Amara pinched her clit as she shuddered from pleasure of another orgasm. She felt Amara pull out as she laid between Ameirals legs.

Belladonna smiled as Amara slipped in the bed she slowly crawled over to her kissing her lips her lower arms softly caress her breasts. She kissed her jaw and down to her collarbone kissing and sucking it as her hands twisted her nipples ever so gently. Then her lips went lower. They found Amaras nipple as she slowly rolled her tongue over the nub then sucking on it. Gently biting it and tugging it. Amara moaned “Oh don’t be so gentle my wolf I like it rough" She said.

Belladonna smiled as she got a bit rougher she switched breast giving it the same treatment. Then went lower kissing over her sculpted abs. Till she got to her core where she let her tongue indulge in her and her taste she loved both of their taste. She licked and sucked on the little bundle of nerves. She then inserted a finger into Amara as she thrust it into her getting into a rhythm. Soon she inserted another and she kept it up. Amara put a hand on her head gripping her hair “Don’t stop your tongue is amazing" She said as she tried to buck into her face. She kept it up she felt how tight Amara was getting around her fingers and she went faster till she heard Amara scream.

Belladonna smiled as she licked her clean as well. Then she crawled into the middle of the bed and snuggled up to both of them. “That was amazing thank you for being so patient with me" She said to them. Ameiral smiled as she had her head in the crook of Belladonnas neck “Your tongue game is amazing and your long fingers" She said making a little noise “I would wait forever if I had to” She said. Amara had her arms wrapped around her “I agree I cant imagine how it will be once you are more experienced" She said drawing little patterns into her side.

“Hopefully good enough to have you both begging for more" She chuckled as her eyes closed she was tired but extremely happy. Amara watched the two fall asleep she waited for Leoa to get back she was wondering what Gideon might know as well as what information the queens had. She heard a pawing at the window and she carefully got up. She went to the window opening it as Leoa came in with the message on her pack. She seen the seal from the queens.  She took the pack off Leoa who went to the bed and settled down with Valkyrie. Amara took the parchment breaking the seal opening it looking it over as what the queens had said and what was to happen. She put the document away somewhere safe and settled back down to try and sleep. She was rubbing circles into Belladonnas back her anxiety increasing a bit.

In the morning Belladonna opened her eyes she found the bed empty except for Valkyrie. She got up stretched and put her clothes on. She went to leave when she heard Amara and Ameiral talking downstairs. She used her magic and went invisible and listened as she edged closer. “We need to double our efforts in keeping her safe there is an army headed to the kingdom of serpents as we speak. That also means more of them could be here. If we are to keep her safe from being sacrificed we must stay with her at all times" Amara said. Belladonna froze so the enemy wanted her for a sacrifice not just kidnapping. She bit her lip that was new and it started to make sense a bit how they acted.

Being trained as a spy Belladonna knew she had to not let them know she knew. She softly went back in the room appearing again. She looked at the piece of cloth on her head thinking. She heard a knock at the bedroom door she looked over seeing Amara who smiled “Morning dear, breakfast is ready come eat. I know you wanted to make it but you looked adorable sleeping this morning" She said as she came over kissing her. Belladonna laughed “Thanks but I’m making dinner" She said smiling. Amara nodded as they went downstairs Ameiral had the food on the table waiting. Belladonna smiled as she sat in between them as they all started to eat. Belladonna was thinking about the information.

Ameiral could tell as well as Amara “What on your mind?” Ameiral asked. Belladonna sighed “I wont lie I miss home and my mother and mama pretty bad. I mean they have been on longer trips then this but I knew when they would be back.” She said. Amara nodded “Its perfectly fine dear, you have never really traveled without them" She said. It was the truth she hadn’t and she did miss them. Ameiral nodded “Its normal, sorry if my mom has been overbearing" She said. Belladonna laughed “Your mom is amazing" She said. She kept eating as she thought “When do you think we can go home Amara?” She asked. Amara looked over at her with a slight frown “Soon I hope" She said softly Belladonna nodded as she finished and washed her dishes. She was thinking she needed to do something to occupy her mind. “I want to buy some metal and forge a suit of armor can we find that in town?” She asked looking at Ameiral. She smiled “Yes we can do you want to use the forge here or at mom’s shop?” She asked. Belladonna thought “Either is fine with me" She said softly.

Belladonna watched Valkyrie  as she sat at her feet something felt off what she didn’t know. She watched as Valkyrie  get up and growl at the door. Belladonna went invisible going into the shadows as a knock came. Ameiral looked at Amara who nodded. She went over opening the door slightly seeing her father and she smiled “Dad what’s up?” She asked smiling letting him in. He came in smiling “I wanted to talk to Alpha your mother wanted to thank them for helping out and possibly coming back to work at the forge" He said smiling. Belladonna didn’t move because Valkyrie  got up and jumped at him biting his leg. Ameiral was shocked as she tried to pull Valkyrie  off and when she did Amara stood up “Strange she’s never attacked anyone" She said. “She might smell the dogs on me it’s alright  a torn pant leg I can sew it up. “ He said he went to pet Valkyrie  but she snapped at his hand and was trying to get away from Ameiral.

Belladonna thought this was odd and she moved stealthily going out the window in the study. She kept in the shadows and watched as he left she followed him to a spot and then seen the same strange snake that had been at the palace the shape changed into man “She’s at the house you remember you attack but don’t you dare hurt my girl" He said. The man was tall in leather armor he had pale skin “Keep doing your job and you will be rewarded handsomely when our army finally makes it’s way a kingdom you will get.”

Belladonna had to get out of here  she silently slipped away and when she was far enough away she went running at top speed. Ameirals  father was working for the enemy she had no idea how to tell her she seen the house in the distance and kept running. She burst through the front door startling Ameiral and Amara “Their going to attack the house" She said. Amara looked at her “What?” She asked “Ameiral your father he’s working for them. They plan to attack the house soon" She said. Just then Valkyrie  started to howl and Leoa started to hiss. “Armor now" Amara said as they all ran upstairs. Amara and Ameiral suited up within seconds. Belladonna grabbed her swords but instead she was shoved in a closet by Amara and locked up. Belladonna was pissed but stayed quiet as she heard the intruders. She could hear swords clashing against others and hear the fight. “Use the dagger on the lioness with her dead we will have our prize" She heard the man from earlier shout. ‘What  dagger? What do they mean’ She thought. She heard Amara scream and that sent her into a rage as she busted the lock. She seen Amara in a corner with the man from earlier. She watched as her face seemed to be pale and the light in her eyes start to drain away. “NO" Belladonna screamed she took out a hidden throwing dagger and threw it, it hit the man right in the neck dropping him she took her sword and slashed the enemies down with the help of Ameiral.

When what seemed all attackers were gone Belladonna rushed over to Amara who was on the floor covering the wound. “Amara you’ll be fine you cant die" She said. Amara had a weak smile on her face “This the life draining dagger I can…. They must have stole it from your mother" She choked on her words. Belladonna shook her head “No this this cant happen" She said as she applied pressure to the wound. “Ameiral we need to take her to Gideon" She said. “Moving her is too risky" She said as she was getting herbs from a pack and making a paste.

Belladonna looked at Amara her first friend, the woman she loved. The woman who taught her how to hold a sword. The woman who she held so much respect for. She had her eyes closed “It alright Belladonna if I die its protecting you" She said. Belladonna felt tears start to form “I wont let you die" She said as she as she held her hand “You cant your Amara of the summer Captain of the royal guard.” She said she was trembling from anger and sadness.  She then felt Valkyrie  at her side who went over to Amara and started to lick the wound. Amara gasped and both Belladonna and Ameiral watched in amazement as it started to heal before their eyes.

Soon the skin was smooth not even a scar as the only evidence was the hole on the clothing and the blood soaked into the clothes. Belladonna hugged her “Your going to be okay:” She said. Amara chuckled “Yes thanks to Valkyrie” She said as she hugged her back. “We have to leave go back to the castle" She said. Ameiral looked down “I… this is my fault…” She said. “I…he… why?” she asked. Belladonna looked at her “He was promised a kingdom” She said softly looking down. “I promise I swear I am not in on this" She said. Belladonna nodded “I know I heard  them say that you were not to be harmed" She said. Amara got up and she looked at them “We have to move fast I’ve never traveled this far on Leoa with this many people I’m not even sure if she can" She said.

“Take Belladonna I’ll stay here and see if I can find any information on them" Ameiral said. “ When you get there just send Leoa back" She said. Amara nodded “Alright" She said as she took Belladonna outside and they got on Leoa with Valkyrie.  Belladonna was up front holding onto Valkyrie  as Amara held her and Leoa took off. Belladonna had been on Leoa like this before but leaving the ground always scared her. She kept her eyes shut and the adrenaline she felt started to die down making her queasy. “Belladonna are you okay?” Amara asked. “I feel weak from the loss of adrenaline" She said softly.

Amara held her tight “Well be there soon” She said softly. Once they landed in the court yard both queens were out. Belladonna got off wobbly and she collapsed to the ground throwing up. Both rushed to her in an instant. “What is the meaning of this Amara" Xenia spoke. “We were attacked at the house. I think you might have misplaced this" She said handing her the clothed dagger. Xenia opened the cloth and gasped “This, this is impossible" She said. Amara looked confused. Belladonna stood up feeling a bit better. “Why mother?” She asked. Xenia removed the exact same dagger from her hip . “It’s the same" Belladonna spoke. That made her unsteady “That means the enemy could have more if they have one" She said. Belladonnas mind started to panic Amara was in grave danger. “We need inside to talk" Amara said both River and Xenia nodded. As they rushed them inside.

Belladonna was ushered to her Mothers' room Valkyrie was right beside her she was being extra protective. As she sat on the make shift bed Amara told of the account of what Belladonna had heard and seen. She kept Valkyrie close. Belladonna sat there uneasy. She had missed home and the castle but this not like this. She had wanted to return in peaceful times. She worried about Ameiral as well hoping she was alright. She closed her eyes to meditate.

River looked over and she frowned she could tell her daughter was visibly shaken “I’m going to the court for an emergency meeting Amara come with me and well have Stone taken care of with the rest of his family" She said. She looked at Xenia with a series of looks and she nodded as both she and Amara left. Xenia came over and sat next to Belladonna. She was unsure on how to talk to her daughter. Belladonna opened her eyes “Mother I’m frightened I mean we were in the middle of nowhere and yet they had an agent" She spoke softly. “Ameiral blames herself she never believed her father would do this. Honestly I think it’s only him, her mother is sweet and kind she reminds me a lot of you and mama" She said softly looking down.

“I am so sorry my sweet girl I never imagined this would happen it was always a fear and possibility but never thought it would occur" She said choosing her words carefully. “Mother… I was watching all the life slowly drain from Amara her pale skin her eyes becoming duller…I it was horrific" She said trembling. Xenia wrapped her arms around her “We will get through this" She spoke softly rubbing her back. “Mother I…. I love you" She said in raw voice “I love you and mama so much” She said as she cried silently. Belladonna had an idea she would not survive this she kept the information she had learned disclosed.

“Everything will be fine my sweet beautiful girl" She spoke softly as she rubbed her back keeping her in a tight embrace. Belladonna started to compose herself. She needed to be strong for them and Amara and Ameiral. She pulled back and looked at her “Mother I want my armor I am strong enough once again to wear it" She said. She nodded “I will have it brought up soon" She said. Belladonna nodded “I fear there is nowhere safe now” She said softly Valkyrie was off the bed sniffing the floor looking for something. She started to howl once she found it, it was a small piece of snowflake obsidian she brought it over to Belladonna  making noises. She nodded “Mother have a servant bring up some snowflake obsidian that’s not polished” She said.

Xenia looked at her confused “Why my girl?” She asked confused. “Valkyrie wants to grow again" She said. Her Mother looked at her “I see" She said and she got up and sent a servant for it. Belladonna sat there her eyes closed. She was forming a plan if the enemy wanted her so bad they would have to fight for it she would not go easy. She opened her eyes “Mother, I’m sorry things didn’t go as planned" She spoke softly “That the enemy found me, I truly tried to stay under the radar but I think they have been in the kingdom for quite some time" She said softly as she stood and went to the window “Maybe as long as I have been alive" She whispered. It would make sense they way they knew people and the land.

She looked out the window she wanted to know what the council was talking about. What their next course of action was what was to happen. Where ever she was she was a target. She hated that she closed her eyes putting her face to the glass. A knock came on the door and she went invisible. The servant from earlier was back with the obsidian and then the more with her armor. When they left she became visible again and she retrieved the obsidian it was quiet a lot and she sat the gem down for Valkyrie  to ingest She immediately went over and she started to swallow it all. She glowed blue once again and started to grow. Belladonna was unsure how much she would until she stopped.

Valkyrie was now as large as Leoa in her large lion form  she pushed her head into Belladonnas leg she pet her “Don’t worry well get through this" She said as she pet her. Xenia was amazed “Now I see what you meant" She said. “Ameirals mother told me this” She said. She worried about her mother what affect this would have on her and her business also her life. She looked at the armor as she started to put piece by piece on and last the helmet she kept the cloth on though. She looked at herself in the mirror more so looking at her mother reflection. She was worried. She had been gone for almost three weeks but the bags under her eyes were evident. Not only with her but also her Mama they hadn’t slept well and it worried her. She took the helmet off  putting it aside “Mother do you know why the enemy wants me?” She asked.

Xenia looked to her she had that face like mask she knew she would lie to her “I do not darling" She said as she crossed the space and put a hand on her cheek “But I vow to keep you safe as everyone else has here" She said. Belladonna nodded “I know, but I’m not scared not for me but for others our people, our kingdom. The people risking their life for me…. Amara almost died because of me…. That image haunts me” She spoke softly her eyes drifting to the floor. The bedroom door opened Amara was back with Ameiral “My queen your presence has been requested in the council" She said. Xenia nodded “Stay with her I shall return soon I hope" She said as she left.

Belladonna took a seat and looked down “What did you find out If anything Ameiral?” She asked as Valkyrie sat her feet and she ran a hand over her. Ameiral shook her head “Best if you didn’t know" She said. Belladonna looked up and that truly killed her. “What happened after we left?” She asked trying to calm her nerves. “Father came to the house with more soldiers. They died  and the town guard came and arrested him along with… the others" She said looking down. Belladonna frowned “Ameiral, I am so sorry" She said. “No, I am my father he taught me always to work hard. He's not only tarnished our name but memories.” She spoke. “I don’t even feel worthy of my title as royal guard and it makes me wonder if the queens will take me to integration as well"

Belladonna stood “They wont, you, you had nothing to do with it he may have tarnished his name but not yours. Not your mother his, your mother works hard your brothers as well, he is the only one at fault. You made a name and it, its yours" She said. Ameiral turned “How do you know I wasn’t on in it. How can anyone know?” She asked her voice was sad and weak. Belladonna walked over putting a hand on her shoulder “Because I know, because your hurt right now. Your scared, terrified but your still here wearing your armor. You want to protect me even if it cost your life that’s how I know" She said kissing her.

Ameiral kissed her and she hugged her. “Amara what was said in the council?” She asked. “I am not allowed to discuss that with you” She said. This pissed  her off more “Don’t you think I should know. People are risking their lives for me. People are turning their back on their family because of me. My kingdom is in trouble, my people are at stake I should know" She said coldly as she pulled away from both of them and put her helmet on. Belladonna stepped outside “Where are you going?” Amara asked. “Outside in the garden I’m sick of being in the dark" She said as Valkyrie  was by her side as she walked away both Amara and Ameiral followed.

Belladonna opened the doors as she went outside she was so angry at them. She stood there when she noticed a shadow across the sun. She looked up and it was gone. Valkyrie  was growling  at the air Belladonna looked around she didn’t see anything not till the last second. She felt herself being lifted up from her shoulders she screamed looking up at what she thought was just legends. She was in the grasp and claws of a large purple dragon she looked down as she was being lifted higher and higher till she could barely see the castle. She was terrified and didn't dare struggle in fear of falling. She looked seeing Amara and Leoa flying as fast and hard as she could. But the dragon was faster and soon even they were out of sight. Belladonna closed her eyes the dragon was moving so fast she was freezing.

Belladonna opened her eyes when she felt the dragon descending she noticed the small islands and knew them, no one should have been in them they were dangerous she noticed an open crevasse and then the dragon let her go. She screamed flailing she was going to die she was dead. She watched as she was getting closer and closer and then she seen a net and her body hit it. The net was strong and very soft like a strange spider like web she slowed down tremendously and soon the net was being brought down. She seen soldiers and the first thing they did was shackle her arms behind her then pull the helmet off. She growled at them trying to fight. One forced her mouth open and she felt something drip on her tongue.

Belladonna felt weak and then a black bag was placed on her head as she was pulled along the ground. She was trying to fight what ever they had done but she couldn’t her head felt groggy and the last thing she heard was water. When Belladonna came to she knew she was on a boat by the way it was rocking. She was trying to remove the hood from her head by shaking it back and forth but it didn’t work. She sat there she could feel the metal bars behind her. She heard a door open and she pulled her head in that direction. She could her footsteps and she heard the metal door to her cell open.

She felt the hood being removed and she looked up into the eyes of a woman she didn’t look much older then herself. “Your awake without complications thats good" She spoke. “Who are you and what do you want with me?” She asked. The woman frowned “Hopefully a cure, such a pity you are a remarkable fighter and a natural born leader.” She said as she moved away. Belladonna was watching her movements they seemed strained uneasy. “Why are you doing this?” She asked. The woman turned “I wouldn't expect you to understand. My people are in trouble and I am doing what they ask. Even if something in my gut says this is wrong my people need it" She spoke. Belladonna looked at her “What has happened maybe my kingdom can help and this this kidnapping can be forgiven" She said.

“You are to be sacrificed to bring our queen back…. She was young around your age possibly a bit older. Our people are dying and our scholars know not why. She had been working on a cure when her untimely death happened. It sent the already spiraling kingdom into shambles more so then it was" She spoke softer. “If it was up to me then this wouldn’t happen. I don’t believe people should die or bring back the dead things wont be the same" She said. Belladonna looked at her standing “If my death saves your people then so be it" She spoke.

She watched the woman bring her hands up to the iron bars grasping it. “It is not right there are some things that should be left alone and death is one of them" She said. Belladonna took her in she was as tall as her so she was a few inches shorter then Amara well built she could tell even with her armor on. The armor was leather but hardened with intricate knots in it. Her hair was red and long with braids in it. The woman turned and Belladonna looked into those green sorrowful eyes. “I will make sure you are in comfort Princess till your death it’s the least I can offer you" She said. As she turned back around leaving the cell. Belladonna watched her leave as she sat back down. She felt sad she didn’t know the  woman but she could tell this decision was not hers.

Belladonna sat there in the cell she closed her eyes as to meditate. She  wondered what the others were doing and it pained her. She knew she would die and leave everyone is shambles. She opened her eyes looking down at the wood under her “I would have gladly given myself up to save people suffering" She said silently to no one. She had no idea how long she had been down there as the door opened again. She kept her head down as she heard the cell being unlocked.  She looked up seeing the woman again with a plate of food and drink.

She took a seat next to her “On my honor this food is not poisoned nor drink.” She said as she started to feed Belladonna. She ate and knew it was true from taste. “What is your name?” She asked. The woman looked at her “Commander Ylva of the Autumn lands" She spoke. “The queen, she was close to you was she not?” She asked. She looked down getting more food for her “She was to be my bride we were very close" She said in a softer tone. Belladonna looked down as she was given a drink of the drink it was like mead from the Autumn quarter. “I am sorry for your loss commander, but I am happy to die for your people. We do things for the people we love even if we hate it" She said. “Alpha of the Autumn you know death is sacred our lands are not that different. You know nothing good will come of this" She said. “Selene never wanted this she never wanted to sacrifice anyone it was her wish. The seers they, they are stricken with grief” She said. Belladonna could tell she was suffering and angry. “They are wrong I just know it" She said.

As the food and drink were done she looked at Ylva “We'll come to the port soon  and wait to see what the seers say when you arrive" She said as she got up going out the door. “Commander all I ask is that my armor be returned to my mothers" She said. “As a soldier and commanding officer I will see to it" She said. Belladonna leaned back she wondered more on this more on what the Commander was feeling. How similar their kingdoms might be. Then grief hit, her mothers faces came to mind. Then Amara and Ameiral  she closed her eyes as she felt sick to her stomach not from the food but the feelings.

She kept her head down she knew her time was running out. After what seemed an hour or more the door opened again and their were multiple footsteps this time. She looked up seeing Ylva with her soldiers they looked as tired as she did and she stood. She would not fight them as she was led up the ship and out to the docks. She was taken down into the back of a wagon where the soldiers filled in and the Commander behind her. She sat there it was the dead of night as the carriage made it’s way from the port. She looked up looking at the stars she watched them not looking at the landscape not till she seen the castle lit up and the town surround it.

The town was like a ghost town she could hear people mourning and coughing and she could hear screams of pain. She watched as the carriage was brought up and she was unloaded the doors opened and people dressed in fine clothes gathered around her one in particular was a woman with long black hair and her eyes were a icy blue color. “Our cure is here we should rejoice" She spoke. Belladonna had a strange feeling from her something not right “Have more respect for those who are about to be sacrificed for your niece" Ylva spat. “Commander of course but this is a joyous night your beloved will be back" She said. Belladonna looked at the Ylva who was shaking with anger “Funny how you tell me to be joyous, when your own premonitions  did not even see her death" She spat and she took Belladonna inside into the dungeon there she unshackled her and started to take the armor off. She was bound again but with what ever the net was made of.

“Forgive me for the sins that I have played with. Forgive me for going with this idea. Forgive me for what is to happen Princess" She spoke as she left the cell locking it.

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THE EVER CHANGING STORY OF LUNARIS (reader insert romance)

SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS AND PLACES ECT. DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY WERE MADE BY LUNARIS GAMES FOR THE INTERACTIVE VISUAL NOVEL "WHEN THE NIGHT COMES" AVAILABLE EITHER FROM THIER WEBSITE OR ON ITCH. THE COVER IS ALSO FROM LUNARIS GAMES (ITS THIER PIN SET FOR SALE ON THIER SITE)

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This is a project I started to maintain my boredom so ill be using the characters from a really great visual novel called when the night comes written by lunaris. go check it out! ill be writing about all the characters including you being the x reader. after I've introduced the plot and characters and if i have enough readers, ill let you guys pick who I right the first romance ending with, the endings will probably have a bit of smut so if your just wanting to know the story you don't have to read the romantic endings

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Chapter One: Unwelcome Start

        My feet are killing me and its hot and dark, I'm walking through unfamiliar woods. All I can smell is tree leaves decaying and pine. To fill you in without telling you my life story and having a pity party, I'm one of the few shifting Dire Wolves left. We are a dying breed since people and monsters were coexisting now, I'm over joyed about the mixing of the populations but as the wolves breed with humans our ability to shift is slowing leaving as the generations grow. I on the other hand wasn't liked by much of anyone. I grew up around old town human folk. Both parents had been killed by townsfolk and luckily the little who girl found me as a puppy was nice enough to bring me to her home. That little girl became my life. Her blonde hair reminded me of wheat in the fall and she smelled of old moth balls and freshly cooked bacon. Kasey was a lonely child born a bastard and then left alone when her mom left into town one day. She didn't come home that night. She had the kindest eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul and hers was broken and glued back together so many times that you couldn't recognize her original beauty. She brought me to a little cabin back in the woods where I stayed with her and her grandmother.  I stayed out of school because at the time freaks weren't exactly normal. I learned everything through Kasey and her homework as I grew up. We played in the old field through the woods and down an old forgotten gravel road. She would always tease me about my ears but she loved my big bushy tail. Kasey was a pure soul and sometimes id have to remind her how special she was especially during the times to come. She became ill in late fall, losing her ability to walk and becoming more and more pale from the lack of sunlight. We were told she had an immune issue that couldn't be fix with the medicine we had then and magic was a cure but was also out of the question since anyone who was seen as a witch was seen as a harm to the community and burned at the stake. It wasn't that way in the big towns with lots of people coming and going bustling about, but down here in the boon dock of the forgotten swamp everyone had the same opinion. anything new and different was and and therefore had to be destroyed.

         When I was around six Kasey succumb to her unfortunate circumstances in her sleep and she took her welcome with her. I think that maybe it was one of the few mercies I've ever seen god do for someone. After she died the grandmother, already being on her last years, passed not long after that. With nothing holding me to that little shack in the woods I moved on. I was never given a name and so along the way I've figured out who and what I am. Remind me to tell you that one later on, I've been walking for a few days with my satchel made from rabbit fur with old shoe laces holding it together, Kasey in her better days stayed bored in her old pink bedroom reading the same book she had on the old bookcase in the living room. Her grandmother went to the market in town most days to sell her vegetables. she would bring us home sweets and toys. For Kasey's birthday she bought her a bag of fabric rabbit fur and some thread and needles to teach her to sew hoping that would cure her boredom. A few months before she passed, she hurriedly finished off the synch bag with one of her shoelaces from her boots. That bag is the one I have with me now. My clothes and few days worth of food is in it as well. I had been shifted into my wolf form going on 48 hours now and my (F/C favorite color ) fur was now stained with mud and leaves from the nights sleep in a dug out hole. The last sign of civilization was back in my home town. it was now night time again and had seen no sign of a town any where close. It was getting dark and my joints were burning from the pain of walking. I quickly found a soft spot in the ground digging up a little hole to lay in for the night. The woods around me creaked with shifting wood and wind rustling the foliage. Harry had become the governor a while back suddenly disappeared recently in his home base in Lunaris. That's where Kasey's grandmother went for hours everyday to be a part of the market so I decided to see if there was anywhere I could stay and maybe get a job and start a life for myself. All this time I had no real name, Kasey never named me. She wanted me to be able to choose it for myself and I'm now 20 in human years. Our bodies aged in human instead of dog years another kind of pro with the watering down of the generations. I had gone through all of Kasey's family and school friends, even people she heard the name of by passing by in church, I'd heard all the names and thought about them and said them all out loud the see how they role off the tongue and I finally settled on (Y/N) tonight. 

      I had fallen asleep at some point and shifted back into human form curling around my bag to protect it from the outside. Suddenly the ground around me started to shake and the foliage covering the entrance to the den started to shake loose and fall in. At this point I'm wide awake and have my back to the wall and head in a snarl towards the entrance not knowing why or what had shaken the ground so harshly. I smell a fowl smell that reeks of something I've never smelled before. It began to burn my nose like alcohol or whatever grandma had in the wash rooms for spring cleaning. I heard twigs breaking and a long groan that howled with the wind. My heart was racing not knowing what to expect to come through the entrance and that's when I saw the light from the moon blocked by a large shadow. I braced for a fight when suddenly it let out a yelp of pain as I see two or three other shadows chase it to the right of the hole. Lots of yelling from men and women can be heard along with lots of new smells. All of them had hints of sweat and fear but some of them were odd. One was carried in on a breath of lavender and honey and the other of burnt wood like a fire place. One also smelled like chocolate and for a split second I smelled the familiar canine sent, Another wolf or maybe a half breed Lykan. I laid there and listened as the group seemed to quickly dominate whatever that creature was and if there's a group of hunters then there has to be a town. I wait for the noise to die out before I stick my head out of the hole to check my area. I look at the position of the moon and start to get a better idea of how long I was asleep. I think it must have been at least 3 in the morning. I grabbed my bag and pulled myself out of the hole, shaking off loose dirt and changing myself back into that big furry wolf I've become used to and walk towards where I heard the commotion to catch the scent of where they had gone. The creature they fought was dead on the ground covered in its black oozing blood. It looked like a genetic mutation of some kind gone very wrong and the smell almost could knock you out, if your a dog that is. I heard a snap of a twig in the distance and that's when I caught the scent of a dying summer, decaying flowers and dying memories. 

      I see a blue glow coming from an object a few feet in front of me hidden in the darkness of the trees, whatever it was it made it very clear that I was unwelcome and that I was seen as a threat. I bent neck down feeling the hair along my spine start to stand on end as I snarled my teeth in the direction of the ominous blue glow. Suddenly the tense feeling in the air dropped, you could feel the tension melt away and in that second the strange creature pushes forward into the moonlight. A man with golden eyes and a mechanical arm moves forward looking with his hands raised. "My names Finnegan and I know you wont hurt me because your not just any wolf am I right?" The sudden question brushes me as weird and out of place but regardless it only makes me all the more persistent that he not come any closer. He stops in his tracks and sits in the tall grass he had been previously standing in. We sat there like that for what seems like forever and he seemed to feel talkative because he asked question after question. I looked around to think of what direction I wanted to go in order to get away from here .

     "You know it would be easier to go to Lunaris." he said picking at something under his nails. I look at him tilting my head, can he hear my thoughts? I didn't think humans could do such things but he didn't look like a human. Not with the fangs like that and those pointed ears. "No I'm not human I'm a vampire, I live in Lunaris with my friends. I actually have a Lykan friend as well so you wont be alone." I bent my ears back in annoyance, tired of the vamp imposing on my thoughts. I decided I would speak with him but not in this form. As a Lykan I could still stay able to protect myself and be able to speak to this other freak of nature in front of me. In order to do so I'd have to get away from this vampire long enough to cover myself. Almost instantly the vamp got up causing me to jump. "There's a graveyard a little ways from here, you can shift and change in the maintenance shed. As I'm sure you heard earlier there are some odd creatures in these woods so ill walk you to town myself. Then I can take you to Ezra and have him give you a once over." he began to walk and turned around about five feet away to ask if I was going to follow, I decide that this town might be a start to a weird series of events. We made our way through the woods to a small path of cleared trees and some sand, we followed that to the graveyard behind a large church like building and that's when I saw the small shed. "I'll stand behind the shed towards the woods I'm sure nobody is awake so you shouldn't have to worry about townsfolk." I shifted back into my Lykan form and hurry into the shed. My (hair length) (H/Color) hair fell over my face as I shoved myself into my tight jeans and put my long sleeve white shirt on. my ears still sat on the top of my head and my tail is swishing back and forth in anticipation of how this town was going to accept a new comer and a freak at that. I threw on the hoodie I had found hanging on a tree on my way out of my old town, probably left by one of the boys in the old town. I smoothed my fur down and walked out of the shed with my bag in my hands, I peaked my head around the corner and caught the golden eyes of the man called Finnegan as he's leaned against the shack with his arms crossed. 

      I walk up to him with my arm wrapped around my bag and offered him the other. "My names (y/n), sorry about the weird introduction but I really just have no clue where I am or where I'm going." he grinned and studied me before opening up and talking again. "You cleanup really well don't you (y/n)." I simply lowered my head as a response and shrugged my shoulders. " It would suck to have to stay as wolf all the time because I'm just to ugly to look at as a Lykan." he laughs flashing his fangs and approaching me and taking my hand pulling me closer to him to where we were inches apart. "Ugly is one thing you aren't, if your this pretty as a Lykan then I cant wait to see you in human form" he then snuck his arm around my waist turning me around as he began to walk to the town. "How did you know I could do that?" I stopped him and I could see his grin form as he turned around to meet my eyes. "I've been alive a long time (y/n).  when the old man who sired me was alive he'd tell us stories of the dire wolves that lived in the forest in the mountains. He would tell us stories of how they had almost repopulated in a town not far from here, completely unannounced to the world growing among the town folk." he looked away suddenly his essence changed from one of wisdom and confidence to one of remorse and sadness. He began to walk once again motioning for me to follow. "That is until the townsfolk caught wind  of such rumors. He banded together the higher ups and went through exposing half the town to be," he grimaces as if saying the name leaves a sour taste in his mouth, "werewolves as the humans put it."  We had just made it through a small alley leading too a large stone road. This is the first time I've heard the real story aloud of what happened to my parents that day. Suddenly I  didn't feel much like talking anymore and the vampire noticed this as we made it to the closed up and dark market side of town. Large tents and shacks were on both sides of the road, I'm sure it looks much nicer when its open and bustling with people. "I'll have to show it to you." he says suddenly again answering my thoughts as if id said them aloud. "You know Finn I love your interest in me but I think its kind of of rude to read others thoughts right?" His eyes suddenly dart away and clears his throat, "Not if the person has particularly loud thoughts but I do see what you mean. Nasty habit it is, been aiming to fix that." We both laugh for a bit and then he heads for a door on the right side of the road raising his metal arm to touch the door. When his hand makes contact, Finn says a few words in another language and his arm burst to  life flowing with blue lights. The door makes a noise and a shield seams to lower into Finn's hand as he opens the door. He pulls me in and I'm immediately overwhelmed at the smells around me, some fragrant like perfumes and others dirty like burning wood. He had shelves of boxes and books, homemade spells and food with jars of candy lining the shelves.

     Finn puts the wards back up and leads me to the kitchen where he sits me down at the wooden table across from the couch and the wall covered in art work, "Wait here while I run upstairs and get the witch you just relax and think if anything hurts or needs to be looked at." with Finns vampy speed skills he vanishes up the stairs to get this so called witch, I certainly do hope I don't meet the same fate as my parents once did in this town years ago. I here rustling and movement up the stairs as a dark skinned man comes running to me with worried eyes and open arms. he cups my face in his hands and scans me over for any sign of blood or wounds. "Finnegan she looks alright, you made her out to be as if she'd been attacked." He looks back at Finn letting go of my face in order to hit him in the head just enough to scuffle his hair. He then turns around to me and straightens up his robe and his curly mop of hair, I hold out my hand to introduce myself and he grabs it with both hands pulling me in with a smile. "I'm Ezra and this my little spells and Knick knack shop." he has a strange contagious happiness that causes my worries and doubts to slip away. He rubs his hand through my hair making his way to my ears checking for ticks and mites since my ears are much different  from human ears. "Are you ok," He says we a worry filled smile and motions me to sit down, I obey as my feet have become numb after so many days of walking. He reaches into his shelves and pulls  out a kettle and a metal box of herbs and tea bags for homemade blends. "Go on love what happen? Why are you out in the woods at this hour?" I yawned in response of all their questions and simply said, "No disrespect Ezra but I'm exhausted and my feet are throbbing, I think the walking has caught up to me." He nods knowing what I mean. Ezra hands me a cup of tea and some cookies from a jar up in the cabinet. "Right I'm sorry. Let me help Finn out and I'll come back and run you a bath with herbs and salts to get you well rested and ready for tomorrow." He and Finn stepped to a hatch underneath the rug in Ezra's common quarters.  I took a few cookies sneaking them into my bag so that I can eat them later as well, they were ( favorite kind ) cookies and i couldn't resist the temptation to stuff my face. 

        Finn calls my name waving as he disappears into the hole and Ezra closes it back up and covers it again. "Alright now to get you all set, come with me up stairs." I follow behind slowly hating every step up those stairs but it was well worth it when I made it. He had a big circle tub surrounded in stone, it looked to be able to fit two people and the water come up pretty high. The twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling were different shades of blue purple and pink with a magical blue flamed candle hanging on the wall in a glass case. The tub was filled with steaming water and flower petals, the room smelled of pine and mint with citrus chopped up into slices and dropped into the water. Bubbles had covered the top of the water like snow and smelled like lavender and honey. His bathroom was pure happiness and love expressed in his home. "Now this bath should help your muscles not be sore in the morning and it should help you fall asleep tonight, I hate to ask but should I check you for ticks or scratch's anywhere on you?" I shrugged as my body was still covered in fur and it could be hiding anything but I was so self conscious about my body that I wouldn't dare ask for his help with this task. I point my head down and hugged myself as if to comfort myself. Ezra looked at me with kind eyes and hands me a towel, "Its ok if you aren't comfortable with it, just promise me you'll come and let me take any off for you. They carry lime disease and other things that can harm you!" as he goes to grab the handle to leave I grab his arm. I muster up all the courage I can and whispered, "Can you stay and help me Ezra?" He smiles and blushes slightly, wrapping me in a hug, "of course!" He closes the door and stays turned around as I take my clothes that I have on now off and grab the robe from the wall and cover myself. "Alright your ok to look now." I say in a small voice. "Alright I'm gonna start with your legs and work my way up and after your done you can use my cats flea shampoo to make sure everything is clean and gone. I nod my head agreeing and let him begin, he rubs his soft hands over my paw pads massaging as he goes looking for any bumps or imperfections. He comes across a tick that had made itself at home on my inner thigh , he poked and prodded at it for a few minutes but it was resistant to all his attempts. "You know fur is great but I just don't think I could do a full body of it." He laughs and I return his joke with a giggle of my own. "Would it be easier if there was no fur?" I ask searching his face for his reaction.  At first he looks confused and he seemed to be racking his brain for what I could be saying. "Well I'm certainly not going to shave you if that's what your asking." he smiles and we both laugh. I trusted Ezra I didn't sense any type of misjudgment or threat coming from this simple witch. 

     I began to shift into my human form and my leg grew smaller in his hand and the once thick course fur is now bare soft human skin. The robe that was a perfect fit before, is now hanging down off my shoulders. It draped around me like a sheet and Ezra had stayed quiet so far, only staring wide eyed and enchanted at the sight. My hair falls in front of my face as I smile at him, "Is that any better?" He's still not said a word so far, just staring at my face and rubbing my legs searching for the fur that was no longer there. "Now how did you do that? spell? hallucinations? Are you even a wolf?" He seems stunned and unsure of what to say, he did however have lots of questions some of which I could answer and others was searching for myself. We talked while taking the ticks that had made themselves at home on me off finally, burning them as he went. his hands glided over me like soap and his hands felt like heaven against my skin.  "I'm honestly stunned I didn't think of it before you told me, I remember in school they use to mention small things about dire wolves but they never dove into that chapter which I guess was because you guys were believed to have died out long ago. but behold!" he places some bubbles on my he'd and smiles so wide that his eyes look squinty. "your here1 So obviously the world didn't lose all of its beautiful one of a kind dire wolves." What a sweet happy minded guy, he seemed to only be able to see the silver lining and if he could see the other side of things then he hides his emotions very well. It didn't take much for the mud and dirt that was previously there to fall away into the soapy water. Ezra had gone to make himself a cup of tea and was waiting in his room for when I was done. My hair had been shampooed and I washed my body with the bar of soap sitting on the side of the tub. It was green and purple but see through, there was a small flower in the middle and there seemed to be small beads in the soap that came out as you washed. It smelled like roses and vanilla, the smell reminded me of Ezra. Soon I got out and dried myself off with the lavender towel Ezra had left behind, throwing the robe on and heading to where Ezra had said his room was. He had laid out a large t-shirt and a pair of women's shorts? I hadn't seen a women in here before and no-one had said anything about a wife or girlfriend ... maybe they were a friend of his, at least that's what I'm hoping. As soon as my head hit the soft feather pillow I drifted off into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of of cookies, flowers, and Ezra? oh, Finnigan as well. Seems I simply cant escape the happenings of tonight or the past. My memories slowly drift back to that little blonde haired girl I had loved once before.

(A/N) The picture at the top is of the characters mentioned in this from the game when the night comes. if you haven't read it You should defiantly take a look before you dive into this so that you can fall in love with the characters before reading other peoples interpretations of their personalities. I personally feel like I couldn't dream of reaching the level of dedication that the creator of the game had for their characters.

I also have a second chapter out on wattpad you can find it here.

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WARNING: eye gore!!, violence Disclaimer: this is..... an au where guy fieri isnt a cool and chill dude that just likes food. i am very sorry for what i do to him in this. i dont mean it and if the cops knock at my door i will blame it on hussie word count: about 3.7k. i am so sorry

context john gets kidnapped by his mom dave doesnt panic

Los Angeles, CA, Wednesday

“No matter what happens, nobody cancels the premiere,” you say. “Okay? No matter what’s in the news. No matter how bad it gets. The movie drops on Thursday, and people are gonna watch it. Got it? This is a scare tactic and we’re not falling for it. Even if the world is ending, we are premiering this movie and going through with the promo. With or without me.”

Catalena, your manager, has been with you for too long to think that you’re joking. She was who flew you in from Houston to LA back when you were twenty, who let you sleep on your couch until you made enough money to get an apartment, who thought that the message you had for the world was one worthy of her help. She knows that all of this is real, and that she can’t stop you.

Her face says, Dave, you’re scaring me. Her mouth says, “You got it. Could you at least tell me… what you think is going to be in the news that would make us not premiere it?”

“Something bad,” you say. “Hopefully, anyway.”

She tilts her head. “Are you faking your death?”

“Lalonde and I are gonna disappear for a sec,” you say. “How people interpret that is gonna be up to them.”

“Not like you to leave things up to chance,” Catalena says. “Some will think it’s elaborate PR.”

“That’s why I’m only telling you. Lalonde and I are gonna frame this to look serious, and no one else is gonna know what’s going on. You keep your cool, but don’t let anyone know that you’re in on it.”

“I mean, I barely am.” She gives you a Look, a capital L Look, then sighs and nods. “Fine. So if I hear about your presumed death tomorrow, I won’t freak out. At what point am I allowed to assume you are actually dead, and freak out a little bit?”

“If you don’t hear from me in a week,” you say, “then Lalonde and I have been killed by Betty Crocker.”

Houston, TX, twelve years ago

You’re blind.

That’s not true. You’re not blind. You don’t think you are going to be blind. There is no way that you’re fully blind, because the assassin only got your right eye, so it doesn’t make sense for you to be blind, but you’re blind.

The pain might originate from your right eye, but it’s engulfing your entire head by now, and there is something sticky in your left eye and you can’t open it anymore and it burns, and you’re going to go blind, and then you’re going to die in a ditch, in a pool of your own blood, and this is it. It’s over. You and your half sister fucked around on the internet a bunch, got really deep into some conspiracy theories, and barely two weeks after you made the discovery that Betty Crocker definitely, undoubtedly, literally is an actual alien, someone was sent to kill you.

They didn’t manage, so far. They got your eye, and they broke your glasses, leaving a cut on your nose, and a bunch of cuts everywhere else, and you think you cracked your head open when you fell. But you cut their knife hand off, good and clean off, watched it fall to the ground right in front of you. By the time it hit the pavement, the assassin had already turned around and ran away, leaving you to crumple and suffer here by yourself.

This is it.

“Strider?” Rose says. Before the blood trickling into your good eye ruined your vision, you managed to dial her number and call her up, and now you’re lying on your side with your phone pressed to your ear, imagining her in her college dorm room in New York. You were going to visit her there, years ago, after you ran away from your parents. It never worked out. Neither of you has the money. You really wish you could have seen her at least once.

“Yeah,” you croak. “You at home?”

“At the dorm, yes. What’s going on?”

“You gotta go. She sent someone after me, she’s gonna come for you too. If she knows that I know, she’ll know that you know.”

One of the most comfortable parts of friendship with Rose, you’ve found, is that she never asks you to clarify what the fuck you’re talking about. Either she just lets you ramble, or she knows exactly what you mean. “Shit,” she hisses, and you can hear rustling on her side of the line, hopefully from her getting ready. She probably has a getaway bag somewhere, you think. You have one, but not on you right now. It’s too late for that.

“They’ve already hit me, so whoever she sent to you can’t be far,” you say. You try to blink your eye open, but then it hurts the other more, and it burns. You can’t even tell where exactly. It just burns. “Hurry up, Lalonde.”

“They’ve hit you?” she echoes, still rustling, breathing into the phone. On the move. Good. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you say. “Gonna call an ambulance after this. Just get the fuck out and text me later, yeah?”

Rose pauses. You can hear her pause, you can hear everything go very silent for a second. She says, “You called me before you called for help?”

“Yeah,” you say. She told you, once, that there is a quick and easy way out the window of her second-storey dorm room, that lets her balance over to her girlfriend’s room only a few windows ahead. She can’t hide there, it’s too close, but it’s a start. She’ll figure it out, she always will. She was the first person to ever have your back. “Of course I did.”

On a plane, Thursday morning

“What’s on your mind?” Rose asks.

You’re leaned back, staring out the window, listening to the clicking of her knitting needles next to you. The pilot here doesn’t know who he’s dealing with, just that he is flying two rich people and their car to Washington, DC. Your Mustang is in the cargo part of the plane, a vital part of the plan. You’ll torch it later. It was the first car you bought with your own money, after SBaHJ had become big and you had finally paid off your hospital debt.

Rose’s apartment isn’t that old, she got it after Roxy was born and she decided to move to Los Angeles, so you could help each other babysit. Trashing it still felt wrong. A home is a home, but you wanted it to look broken into, to make sure that people put two and two together. This isn’t a Dave Strider marketing scheme, you both got hit. After all the work that you’ve done, at least some of the public should understand what that means.

“Us,” you say.

“That’s very sentimental,” she says. “Are you sure you aren’t mourning your car again?”

“Shut up,” you say, and blindly swat at her, hitting her elbow. She hits you back, hand slapping your shoulder. “It’s a good car.”

Rose hums. When you look at her, she’s already back to knitting. You have no idea what she’s making, but it looks like a onesie for an octopus. “We will be fine,” she says. “We have to.”

You nod, and go back to staring out the window, thinking about what Alma said. “It’s just,” you say quietly. “We gotta start thinking about the endgame, here, don’t we.”

“Start?” Rose echoes. “Dave, we know the endgame to this. We’ve known for a while. The second you landed in the hospital with a cut inside your eyeball, you and I both knew that this would end in death.”

You don’t say anything. She’s right, of course she is. You knew then, and she knew, as soon as you texted her from your hospital bed, and she texted you back from a Greyhound bus. And you tried to forget, you both did, for a very long time. You almost managed, for a whole decade, until last year, someone made you scared and angry enough to ram a sword through his throat. Until Rose came and disassembled the body on your rooftop, and then helped you burn it. Reality has caught up with you, and someone is going to die.

The clicking of her needles has stopped again. You turn your head to look at her, and she’s looking back at you, and her face seems younger than it should be. She is just as scared as you are. Neither of you ever wanted it to go this far. Neither of you wanted to kill.

“I don’t like it either,” Rose says. “But someone is going to wind up dead, and it sure as shit isn’t gonna be us.”

Washington, DC, now

)(IC: u comin or what TG: yeah about that

You’re on the hood of your car. The children -- and Sally, John’s pet hedgehog -- are with the one sitter you still trust. Rose is in position, which means she is at a remote location outside the city holding Guy Fieri hostage. She has sent you a picture of him tied to a chair and gagged, which means that it’s go time.

All according to plan.

TG: how about you come kill me somewhere else instead of home sweet home )(IC: why would i do that TG: dying mans last request? )(IC: stfu lol this is so obviously a trap TG: wow ok so is yours )(IC: fair TG: just thought that you know TG: john means something to both of us and dont try to tell me no because i know he does TG: so like can we maybe duke it out somewhere where i wont accidentally blow him to smithereens TG: innuendo intended )(IC: UG)( )(IC: gross TG: lmao TG: anyway bethany you know me and you know im comin with c4 in my backpack if im comin TG: do you really want that around your son or can you just get off your ass and meet me here so john stays safe )(IC: u reely think ya have a fighting chance to even get that far )(IC: buoy you set one foot in my house and ya get spearfished TG: yeah not really making a great point for me to come there rn TG: just thought maybe youd wanna be with your guy guy )(IC: who TG: you know TG: guy the guy )(IC: tf

You text her the picture that Rose sent, just Guy Fieri looking miserable, no indication of whether or not you or Rose are with him.

)(IC: )(-EY )(IC: motherglubber what do u think yoar doin TG: yoar??? TG: thats literally not a word. wym you oar?? what TG: anyway im gonna dismember this asshole if you dont agree to keep john safe and come here and im gonna start with the frosted tips )(IC: FIN--E )(IC: cant effin wait to be done with you )(IC: ill come krill ya if its so shrimportant just gimme the location TG: ok shrimportant is actually pretty funny TG: [coordinates] TG: see you soon

She drives a fuchsia Jaguar that looks like Xzibit threw up all over it, because of course she does. You watch it leave from your perch on your Mustang, then slide off the hood. shes gone, you text Rose. get ready to bounce

Before you leave, you turn back toward you car, and gently pat the roof. “See you soon,” you repeat, “for one last ride.”

Look, it’s a good car, alright.

Later on in the plan, once you’ve convinced John to come with you, and Rose has joined you in the no doubt brutal course out of the house littered with security guards, the three of you will pack into this car, and you will drive. You will be tailed, you know you will. Rose and you estimate two to three SUVs with more security personnel that will follow you, and sooner or later, you won’t stand a chance against them.

So, you’ll call the cops. You don’t usually do this -- even during all these years, neither you nor Crocker ever called the police on each other, and technically, you still won’t, today. You will just anonymously call authorities, and tell them about a burning car by the side of the road. Then you will hang up, and you and Rose and John will hop out of a moving vehicle as you crash your beloved Mustang and have it go up in flames. Authorities will come and find Dave Strider’s infamous car, and hopefully that’ll get people talking.

Crocker’s guys will hopefully exit their cars and go looking for you, or at least for John. It’s an easy con from there -- while they look, you will steal their SUVs and drive off toward your safehouses. Simple. No sweat.

“This better work,” you mutter to yourself, then leave your car behind and start climbing the fence around Crocker manor.

You’ve been here once before, while she was out and John was showing you around. You weren’t actively trying to case the place back then, just spending time with your boyfriend and checking out where he grew up, but you couldn’t help how curious you were. You still remember the most important spots, and you did your best to paint a proper picture of them to Rose (you drew a map in MS Paint), so now you have a pretty good idea of where you need to go.

The guard posts, of course, are randomized. You’ll have to take these as they come, and you feel prepared enough, with just your sword and a handful of knives. You’re wearing the kevlar you wore to the Oscars. You’re gonna be fine.

It’s a race against time now, knowing that there is no guarantee when Crocker will be catching on and returning to her house, and knowing that you stand no chance actually fighting her face to face. You climbed in toward the side of the house, because it’s the shortest distance between fence and wall. The front and back yards are ridiculously huge and opulent, and while you would have plenty of gaudy statues to hide behind, you’re not looking to make your way through there.

The first guard spots you right as you hop down off the fence, and your knife is in his shoulder before he even finishes drawing his gun on you. He’s also wearing a vest, but those don’t stop blades, and you take offense in knowing that she made them dress up like that. As if either you or Rose were going to show up with guns. She really doesn’t know you at all. You knock out the guard with a hit of the knife grip against his temple. Maybe you can get through this without deaths.

One of them you comfortably take out from behind a useless fountain placed in this part of the garden for some reason, appreciating how quiet and low-key you can be about it so far. The bigger the ruckus, the sooner she’ll return, so having them all go down in silence is your best case scenario.

It’s the third guard that ruins your track record. You’re almost at the house wall, and you know you’re under the right window, which means all you have to do is scale it and climb right into John’s room, but for that to work you need to have a clean path behind you. Which you don’t, you realize the second a bullet hits your back.

Your vest catches it, but the momentum still knocks you down, and you scrape both of your palms open on the weird break between lawn and pavement. You hate this fucking garden. Who lives like this? You’re gasping for breath and trying not to inhale any grass, dealing with the reality that this is the first time someone has shot at you and actually hit you, and the bullet might not have penetrated skin at all, but Jesus Fucking Christ it still feels awful. Like someone kicked you in the spine, only with a bullet instead of a foot.

Onward. You hear footsteps behind you, and now it’s your turn to kick, hitting them in the face with your boot in the same motion that you’re pushing yourself up from the ground. As they curse and stumble, you draw your sword, but they catch their footing quickly, and you know you only have a split second to act. That gun is pointing at you, again, or still, and they’re going for your head this time, and if you don’t fight now, the journey ends for you here. Someone is going to die, and it sure as shit can’t be you. Your arm darts forward.

The sword goes through their vest, their ribs, and their heart -- you wouldn’t call it smoothly, you really wouldn’t. You can feel resistance with every inch, you feel it right up to your shoulder, and you hate it, and it makes you want to throw up, but you can’t, now. You shove them off your blade and watch them crumple to the ground, and turn right back toward the wall. They are not getting up again. That’s on you, and you can deal with that later. You have to get moving.

Your phone vibrates.

You manage to pull yourself up on a balcony and crouch there, hiding from whatever is going on in the yard now. Other guards must have heard the shot being fired, so you really need to get the fuck out of sight, but this has to do, for now. If Crocker is messaging you, you have to respond, so she doesn’t think you’re in her goddamn garden.

)(IC: yo )(IC: send me proof yoar still with him )(IC: almost there this betta be worth it TG: one sec

As expected. All according to plan, so far. You hope the blood on your sword won’t make the sheath sticky. You’ll have to clean it, later. You don’t want to.

TG: shes asking for proof TG: go ahead. sorry TT: No worries. TT: I know we don’t endorse violence, but honestly, Dawon, after being in a room with him for this long, I am quite happy to do this.

She sends you a picture, and you grimace at your phone. It takes a lot to make you grimace, as a Strider born and raised -- at the same time, you’re not easily shocked or grossed out, but this isn’t great to look at. Fieri’s eye has been pulled from its socket, dangling down his cheek suspended from the nerve, a hole in the eyeball. You hope Crocker won’t be able to tell that this was done with a knitting needle, and forward the photo to her.

TG: hows this )(IC: )(--EY FUCK OFF )(IC: stop i reely like guy 38( TG: yeah well i really like john TG: eye for an eye TG: hurry it up im waiting and theres a second eye to gauge out )(IC: ten minutes )(IC: ur gonna be so sorry buoy

TG: 10 mins TT: On my way.

Okay. Crocker is on her way to a location where there will only be Guy Fieri and a set of elaborate boobytraps which you know won’t kill her, but hopefully slow her down. Rose is on her way here, to help you and John get out of here. That’s plenty of time you still have. Things are going suspiciously well, you think, before you remember the ache in your back and the fact that you killed someone.

You have to get to John.

He’s another two floors up, but you are right in front of a balcony door. For a second, you wonder if you could get into the house from here and do the rest from inside, so you don’t present yourself to the mob of people with guns in the garden. Unfortunately, before you can do that, another person with a gun appears on the other side of that door, mouths an angry what the fuck at you, and draws an assault rifle. Alright, well.

The thing that has mostly kept you from becoming too violent in the past is the fact that you’re fast, and you’re a great climber, so when you hop backward onto the banister of the balcony and pull yourself up to the next one above you, it happens so fast that nobody in the garden reacts. It’s after you’re already crouching behind the balcony, thankfully made of robust concrete, that the shots start hitting it. You do nothing, count the bullets, wait for them to get rid of half of their magazines down there. Then you pull a knife, peek over the balcony, and throw it right into someone’s bicep.

More shots. More ducking and counting. You have two more knives to throw, and you do, rinse and repeat. The people down there are very angry with you now, and very much still able to shoot, but you figure at least their aim will be off, and they’ll be slower. You hope. You haven’t held a gun yourself in fucking forever.

You take a breath, and jump up to grab the balcony you know belongs to John.

As soon as you’re in the open, another bullet hits your back, further toward your side this time, and you almost let go. You let out an undignified noise instead, and hold on harder, focusing all you have into your arms to pull yourself up. Shots are ringing in your ears, and one hits the concrete right next to your head at almost the same time that another one grazes your leg. You hiss in pain, grunt in exertion, pull, pull, and roll yourself onto John’s balcony.

Someone in the garden yells, “Motherfucker!”

You sit, curled up, and pull apart the tear in your pants with your aching fingers to check the wound. It’s not deep, certainly not as bad as the chunk of missing flesh you have in your arm from being shot at last year. It’s fine. You’ll forget about it in a second, when your newest problem will be telling your amnesiac boyfriend that he needs to come with you.

You pull yourself up into a crouch, not more. You don’t want to risk getting shot in the head as you finally face him, so you just do it like this. Hunkered down, disheveled and bloody, you lean forward and knock on John’s window.

[jitterbugjive]

Live Action Dumbo

So I saw the Tim Burton Dumbo in theaters recently and I thought I’d save everyone the pain of watching it by pasting my summary of it here. I wish I was making this shit up but this movie is exaggerated so far beyond the cartoon that everything about it is less believable than the flying elephant it’s about.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

So, basically the plot revolves around 3 people, 2 personality'less kids, one girl who's personality is "I like science but the only way I show that is by saying I like it and acting like no one understands me while all my lines are delivered like i'm smart but traumatized to have no emotions because my mom is dead" while the brother's only defining line is "I can stand on my head for ten seconds" basically to show he's a talentless useless nothing. which he remains throughout the whole film. Then there's the dad, the only really decent character of the three, a war veterin who lost an arm and used to ride horses in the circus, reduced to tending to the elephants because it was the only job he had so the circus is going out of business and the ringleader sold all the horses because no one was around to perform with them any more, and he buys a pregnant asian elephant from fuck knows where because he wants to market the baby baby is born, he gets mad that the baby is a mutated hideous freak and insists it wont sell

there's also a shitty guy taking care of the elephants who abuses them for no damn reason other than to be a bad guy anyway circus leader tells the dad to hide the ears, and they decide to put him in a weird baby hat that tucks his ears in now the kids just for some reason decide to blow a feather at him and he likes playing blow the feather with them, but he snorts the feather up his nose, sneezes, and flies for a moment but for some stupid reason they think it was him eating a peanut that did it so they cant convince him to fly again but now he's addicted to snorting feathers i guess because he snorts one off a lady;'s hat when he';s being paraded around as a baby, and he sneezes, ears come loose, but he doesn;t fly the ENTIRE circus starts laughing at himn and throwing food at him the other elephants spook because he's scary i guess??? his mom gets antagonized by asshole going "hur hur they laughing at your ugly baby" she gets mad, comes out to defend him, dad calms her down, asshole runs out screaming MAD ELEPHANT and pisses her off again so she tears the circus down on accident and kills the asshole circus leader lies to the cops i guess so they can keep the elephant locked in a mad elephant cage, the circus troupe for some reason sing baby mine together then circus leader decides "i was ripped off, i'm gonna sell her back to the guy but keep the freak baby as a clown because people laughed at him" the kids meanwhile try to comfort him by dumping peanuts on him but he's too depressed to eat, and then a feather just happens to get in so once again he snorts it up like a coke addict and sneezes and flies and starts flying all over the place and snorting the feather over and over until just snorting the feather and not sneezing lets him fly i guess

dad gets forced to be a clown because he was ashamed of himself having 1 arm and didn't want to be seen, they do the clown scene but with a monkey at the top of the building and dumbo as a firefighter to snort water and put out the controlled fires jackass mcgee controlling the fires doesn't do his damn job and a clown throws a thing that activates a lever to make EXTREME FIRE OH NO little girl risks her life going up the ladder to make dumbo snort a feather and fly now people see him flying and basically shit themselves, the circus begins advertising their flying elephant then the BIG BAD CIRCUS catches wind and is like 'let's make a coownership contract for the elephant and i'll hire your whole troupe and give them a place to live' This guy is so obviously scummy it's not remotely subtle, down to collecting girls as trophies one said woman he claims is her queen who does the trapese obvious love interest for lonely dad because disney i guess and they decide let's make her fly ON the baby elephant for some reason figure it out in less than a week or so help me the bank is gonna fund this but only if she flies perfectly on this BABY elephant because big circus is actually secretly going bankrupt and relying on dumbo to fix it

i forgot to mention the kids promised dumbo if he performed well and earned enough money they'd buy his mom back also the girl constantly points out the obvious. constantly, at the worst times too so the performance day comes, they dont think they're ready but they gotta do it anyway cuz big bank guy is watching

We get Pink elephants but it’s people blowing bubbles that somehow come to fucking life and all Dumbo does is bob his head to the music and watch them, I guess the whole theater is tripping because everyone sees this shit going down but no one questions how in the hell bubbles are doing all this. This scene is short and it’s just dancing bubbles, for a Tim Burton movie you’d think of all scenes PINK ELEPHANTS would be trippy as balls but nah. nah it’s just bubbles and repetitive music and a baby elephant nodding his head to the beat

anyway it’s time for the performance but then jackass circus owner is like lel no nets no matter that it's illegal and puts lives in danger and may traumatize people no nets because it makes it a better show (he doesn’t get in trouble for this at all btw, just the lady getting mad at him and him like ‘hey it’s show biz hur hur’ so lady is nervous, dumbo hesitates, performance goes to shit when lady falls and barely catches a rope and dumbo almost falls off a platform but he gets a feather somehow and weee flying ppeople are like oooh aah but then he hears his mom

because APPARENTLY the big bad circus bought her and put her on display as a spooky scary elephant in nightmare island dumbo is emotionally nuzzling her, everyone follows him, everyone is there as the big bad circus guy is like GET THE BABY ELEPHANT AWAY FROM HER and no one does a damn thing no one protests they all just stare as he's taken away and then only after he;s taken away this fucking girl goes "i think that's his mom :0" big bad circus guy is pissed and goes on about how it's better to do things alone and to seperate them, and asks that the mom be killed the next day to sever the problem also bank guy is like "well the elephant was flying but not with the lady so fuck you i';m not wow'd at all you fail, get it right next time or no money" big bad circus guy then goes "oh by the way ther troupe are all useless and do what our troupe already does so i fired them, send them away" so everyone's pissed and comes up with a plan to rescue the elephants and get them out of the circus

circus freaks use their circus freaky powers to bust mama jumbo out, while dumbo and lady distract people with a performance and the dad climbs the tent to cut it open with one arm because i guess no one else in the troupe could fucking climb i guess so dumbo can fly out with the lady

they fly out and go to a control tower to open a gate for mama jumbo in a truck to be free, they restrain the lady but are too scared of the baby elephant to stop it from SWITCHING ALL THE SWITCHES AND TURNING OFF THE POWER OF THE PLACE big bad circus guy busts in to the control room knowing they are there somehow and just starts trying to flip the switches back and a dude is like "wait nooo you have to let it reboot first or it'll short circuit" \big bad circus dude doesn;t listen and goes apeshit on the controls, even whacking them with his cane until they spark whole circus catches fucking fire kids are being chased by big bad circus dude's henchman in to the burning tent dad has to ride a horse in to save them but then they all get trapped in the burning tent

dumbo is about to be reunited with his mom when he realizes o no they are in the tent and flies off to rescue them, grabbing a bunch of water in his trunk he gets them out but oh no the feather burned how can he fly i know, a dumb speech about how he doesn't need the feather and an allusion to a stupid keyt around the girl's neck from her mother which she throws in a fire to prove "i dont need it like you dont need the feather" \and he;s just okay and flies them out dad steals another horse to get out

they drive jumbo and fly dumbo to a big cargo boat where they just kinda.... walk the elephants on no questions asked to be shipped to india now the little circus is doing a new thing where they no longer have animals because they dont believe in keeping animals captive for entertainment, and everyone jsut dresses as animals instead

and mom and dumbo get united with wild elephants who foir some reason give 0 shits about a flying elephant with huge ears unlike the circus elephants which freaked out the end oh and science girl does one science thing supposedly which is making her dad a metal arm when we see her not making anything ever the entire moviue and she has her own science tent where it';s just a projector showing a video of lady flying on dumbo???? idfk it was fucking stupid groan what a piece of shit

[stupidtwinkmac]

you asked for my full psychology notes so here they are

i rewatched the entire series and wrote down all the things i thought were relevant to the characters’ psychology, theres probably some stuff missing so message me if you think i should add anything

S1e1- “The Gang Gets Racist”

Dennis wants paddys to stay a gay bar bc he likes getting validation from gay boys

“They’re really more of a blue-green”

S1e3- “Underage Drinking: A National Concern”

Dennis talks about how popular he was in high school and cries a bit when mac and charlie tell him that tim murphy slept with his prom date which is like pretty normal but it foreshadows the high school reunion episode

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Dee goes out with a high schooler just for the validation and to live out shit she couldn't do in high school

“Wait but ive never statutory raped anyone before”

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Mac and charlie give high schoolers a keg bc they said that mac and charlie were cool

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Mac gets jealous that everyone got asked to a high school prom except for him

S1e7- “Charlie Gets Molested”

Mac gets jealous that he didn't get molested

“If the McPoyles got blown, and Charlie got blown, then why didn't I get blown?”

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charlie got molested by his uncle

S2e4- “Mac Bangs Dennis’ Mom”

Dennis gets pissed that people's moms wont fuck him

“Is everyone getting laid but me?”

S2e7- “The Gang Exploits A Miracle”

Dennis starves himself for three days because Dee said his face looked fat

S3e1- “The Gang Finds A Dumpster Baby”

Dennis pretends to be a hippie just to fuck some guys girlfriend because he insulted his quaff and called him a narc

S3e2- “The Gang Gets Invincible”

Dee pretends to be a guy to try out for the eagles just to prove that she can

s3e5 - “The Aluminium Monster Vs. Fatty Magoo”

Dennis goes on a Whole Thing to prove that he’s a winner and that he hasn't peaked

“I haven't even begun to peak”,  “make it work dennis… make it work”

S3e6- “The Gang Solves the North Korea Situation”

Dee does the talent show every year to validate herself

S3e11- “Dennis Looks Like A Registered Sex Offender”

Dennis obsesses over his jawline and his weight when people tell him he looks like wendell

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Mac’s dad gets out of jail and we can see how neglectful his parents are

S4e3- “America’s Next Top Paddy’s Billboard Model Contest”

Dennis desperately tries to prove that he’s still hot enough to be on the billboard

“I was sculpted to the proportions of Michelangelo's David”

“I realized that i don’t need validation anymore”- proves that he was just doing the billboard stuff bc of a bpd need for validation.

S4e4- “Mac’s Banging the Waitress”

Dennis gets unreasonably upset when he finds out that Charlie doesn't think he’s his best friend

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Mac bangs the waitress to get back at Charlie for smashing his project badass tapes

S4e5- “Mac and Charlie Die Pt 1”

Dennis gets more upset that Mac and Charlie didn't include him in their suicide pact than he is about them being “dead”

S5e2- “The Gang Hits The Road”

Charlie doesn't want to go on the road trip because he’s never left philly before, he asks dennis to comfort him about his fears of bad things happening and people being assholes, he eventually freaks out and asks the hitchhiker to drop him back off at the bar

S5e10- “The D.E.N.N.I.S System”

Dennis believes that his manipulation actually makes girls fall in love with him

S6e2- “Dennis Gets Divorced”

Charlie gets real uncomfy when uncle jack tries to hug him

S6e5- “Mac and Charlie: White Trash”

Dennis tries desperately to prove that he’s high class

S6e6- “Mac’s Mom Burns Her House Down”

Charlie’s mom has OCD and Charlie also starts to pick it up

“Why are you doing everything in threes?” “Oh. So Charlie doesn't die.”

“...just playing it safe. She's been doing it. I'm still alive. Can't be crazy” “ It does feel good to do stuff in threes.”

S6e8- “The Gang Gets a New Member”

Dee gets incredibly insecure when she opens the time capsule and hasn't done what she wanted to do when she was a kid

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Charlie gets super insecure when he thinks smitty is replacing him

S6e10- “Charlie Kelly: King of the Rats”

Charlie doesn't like leaving the bar and going out into the world

“Dee, I go to a movie or a spaghetti place with you, and out there, I'm the rat.”

Charlie has a panic attack in a sauna

“I'm trapped like a rat, aren't I?” “No, you're not, Charlie.” “ I'm a rat in here! I'm a rat! I'm trapped like a - I gotta get out of here.” “I'm tired of being in weird places, Frank, 'cause I'm trapped like a rat.” Just bash me like a rat! Bash me like a rat and get it over with!”

S6e11- “The Gang Gets Stranded in the Woods”

Charlie has to be knocked out with a sack over his head to be able to go to Atlantic City

“This is why i don’t leave philly alright cause when you leave philly, bad shit happens”

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Mac starves himself for chase utley

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“If animals have taught me anything it's that you can die at any time very quickly by the side of the road”

S6e12- “Dee Gives Birth”

Dennis yells at a nurse about Dee’s stories like he’s a god

“I will come down on this hospital like the hammer of Thor. The thunder of my vengeance will echo through these corridors like the gust of a thousand winds!”

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Dee berates guys until they have sex with her

S7e1- “Frank’s Pretty Woman”

Mac gains a ton of weight and calls it packing on mass

“I went from tiny twink to the muscle bound freak you see before you”

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Dennis admits to starving himself and literally constantly working out

“I may look relaxed but im incredibly tense at all times”

S7e2- “The Gang Goes to the Jersey Shore”

Mac knocks carlie out with chloroform to get him to the jersey shore

S7e6- “The Storm of the Century”

Dennis writes a contract for the girls he plans to invite to his rape bunker

S7e7- “Chardee Macdennis: The Game of Games

Mac says that Dee tried to kill herself

S7e10- “How Mac Got Fat”

Charlie gets overwhelmed and goes in the crevice

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Mac blames everyone else for making him fat

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Dennis does dumb shit because he’s self conscious about getting old and looking bad

“I was just trying to live up to all of your expectations of me” “what expectations?” “physical perfection”

The entire chemical peel scene is a good representation of his mental disorders

S7e12- “The High School Reunion”

Dee tries to be friends with the popular people from school to validate herself

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Mac got bullied and dealt drugs in high school

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Charlie got bullied in school and huffed glue in the bathroom

“Everyone wants dirtgrub i'll give them dirtgrub okay i'll get high i'll get sad people can laugh at me i hate highschool man”

S7e13- “The High School Reunion Part 2: The Gang’s Revenge”

The entire golden god meltdown

“Its fetish shit i like to bind i like to be bound”

“You would just come around saying shit about being a golden god or some other insane crap and referring to all of us as your minions” “You always acted like you were better than everyone else but then you would just go and hang out with ronnie the rat or dirtgrub under the bleachers”

S8e5- “The Gang Gets Analyzed”

Dennis tries to analyze the therapist

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Mac has some real severe mood swings

The therapist talks to him about body dysmorphia

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Dennis giving mac “size pills”

Dennis keeps psychology profiles on everyone in the gang, he started dee’s in the 2nd grade

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Dee’s entire “tell me i’m good” scene

S8e6- “Charlie’s Mom Has Cancer”

Dennis having trouble feeling throughout the entire episode until the “my mommy’s a skeleton” “i feel to much” scene

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Charlie being incredibly overwhelmed the entire episode, (rubbing his head at Dr. Jinx’s, Getting real upset at church)

S8e7- “Frank’s Back in Business”

Dennis pretending to be brian lefevre

“I want you to get off with me” “This is about crawling into another man’s skin”

S8e8- “Charlie Rules the World”

The entire “I Am God” sensory deprivation tank scene

Dennis blowing himself could also be symbolic but it could also just be a bit

S9e3- “The Gang Tries Desperately to Win an Award”

Mac getting really defensive about slight banter “i've had tons of orgasms i've had one with your mom”

S9e5- “Mac Day”

Mac is not okay with being upstaged by country mac when he jumps off the bridge and offers people weed

“there's nothing badass about breaking the law”

S9e6- “The Gang Saves the Day”

Macs fantasy is about everyone admiring his badass karate skills and dennis crying over his dead body saying that he loves him

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Dee’s fantasy is about killing every man in the room and finally being appreciated for her acting skills and marrying someone who doesn't call her a bird

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Dennis’ fantasy is about surviving a bullet to the head at point blank range and killing his idea of the perfect woman

S9e7- “The Gang Gets Quarantined”

Charlie’s mom got him vaccinated way too often and made him wear bubble boy suits during flu season, Charlie also still has the suits for some reason

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“I am in perfect control of my body, if i felt myself getting sick i would simply say SICKNESS BE GONE”

*sustains a perfect G5* “does that sound like a man who needs to be in the hospital”

S10e2- “The Gang Group Dates”

Dennis obsesses over his star rating on a dating app

“I AM A FIVE STAR MAN”

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Dee has one night stands with a whole lot of guys that she’s not really into just to give them one star ratings

S10e3- “Psycho Pete Returns”

Dennis does a whole psychopath monologue about skin luggage

“You haven't thought of the smell you bitch”

He gets diagnosed with BPD and gets medication

S10e6- “The Gang Misses the Boat”

Dennis’ whole range rover speech

S10e8- “The Gang Goes On Family Fight”

Dennis breaks down crying because of the buzzer

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Dee starves herself to look good for the camera

S10e10- “Ass Kickers United; Mac and Charlie Join a Cult”

Dennis tries to prove that he’s the best at manipulating people

S11e3- “The Gang Hits the Slopes”

Charlie brings up his agoraphobia shit again

“See, this is why I don't like leaving Philly, man. This is nuts.”

S11e4- “Dee Made a Smut Film”

Dennis got raped by a librarian in high school when he was 14

“I was in an older woman that’s cool right?”

S11e9- “The Gang Goes to Hell”

Dee manipulates guys into having sex with her

“So ill insinuate that it would be a shame if my account of what happened was different from his and he got a call from the sheriff”

S11e10- “The Gang Goes to Hell: Part Two”

Charlie has a panic attack about the boat sinking and dennis calms him down

“I knew I shouldn't have come on this cruise. I knew it! I mean, it used to be I would never even leave Philly! And then, you know, you guys drag me to this, you drag me to that, and next thing I know, I-I'm stuck in a box on a sinking ship!”

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Dennis keeps onions in his pocket so that he can cry when he needs to

S12e3- “Old Lady House: A Situation Comedy”

Bonnie doing everything in threes so that charlie doesn't die

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“I just can't enjoy it when the people being filmed, know they're being filmed”

S12e7- “PTSDee”

Charlie and dennis bonding over their trauma

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Dee tries to ruin a guys life bc he said she was his rock bottom

S12e8- “The Gang Tends Bar”

“I have big feelings, and it hurts”

[tylerwritez]

Okay so today is Thursday June 24 2021

Its 10:59 a.m.

I asked my parents in the morning and they said I could go to Jacob's but they were very adamant about him coming to MY house instead... I told them no, we planned it this way XD idk what they think is up but they definently think something's up.

Hey, at least they said yes! Now we can watch that scary movie (insidious)... I can only hope that afterward he doesn't torment me with a fucking adam Sandler movie /hj

I finished my final exam at like 9:45 so I just went outside, found a spot in the sun and I'm drawing and listening to music and WOAH the combination of the heat threating to kill me plus the music... okay maybe just the heat, but I'm sorta reminded of being in spain.

This would be a cool day for spain tho xD, cos they can go up to like plus 40 some Celcius and right now itd proabably high twenties... idk it could be low twenties and I'm just sitting in DIRECT FUCKING SUNLIGHT like an idiot but I LIKE the sun. I think it's good for life. Think about it: you know how plants like the sun right? And dogs will always choose a sunny place to lay before they choose a shady place, despite their coats of fur?

The sun is good for living things, mostly, I think.

At least, I feel happier with it there.

Enough about my decision to overheat and die on purpose.

I'm out here drawing lil cartoons of my friends haha, I did a page of me and Jay and I'm doing one or two pages of me and Elle and Erin.

I wont bother using fake names for them but, elle is a nickname and Erin isn't their legal name so, I dont think I can get them doxxed lol. Since y'all dont know, Elle and Erin are like my besties since Junior high (I'm in high school now) so that's a long time.

Jeez it's hot.

This reminds me of a book I read about this dude who was called the "eco killer" who would kidnap women from bars and then leave them in deserted areas to die of exposure and leave notes and shit... he would say, "clock ticking, planet dying... heat kills"

So I guess it can go both ways xD

Also that dudes dad or mom or brother or some shit like that dies in a fire in that book, or like, he had an abusive dad and lit his house on fire? Idk. But the biggest twist of that book, it's called The Killing hour, is that the killer was this dude you thought was good all along. I love that shit. I eat up book betrayals even if I see em coming. It's fun stuff.

I'm gonna give yall Say It ain't so by weezer, de musica ligera by soda stereo, and decollage by theivery corporation today.

I thought my coffee would be cold by now... but it's in a metal container and the sun is heating up the metal and keeping it hot, maybe hotter than it was when I brewed it this morning. I take it black, not cos I'm edgy but because it just tastes better like that and like... what's the point of having a zero calorie appetite suppressing diuretic if you're gonna add calories to it.  What. Why. Why would you have a 20 cal drink when you can have a 0 cal drink. I'll never understand. 

Idk, I'm kinda scared of liquid calories XD... I have weird eating habits because I'll freak out over like. A subway sandwich or a non diet soda, But I'll binge later on like candy and just be fine with that.

Overall though I hate liquid calories cos it's a LIQUID why should I waste calories on a drink.

I started a binge cycle (I was losing a lot of blood so that might be why) but dude. I gotta break that and go back to normal before I gain.

Whateverrrr

OMG YES WIND!!! FINALLY SOME FUCKING COOL BREEZE OVER HERE JESUS ITS LIKE A DESERT LIKE A REAL SUNNY FUCKING DESERT THANK GOD FOR WIND

B

Okay so update it's now 12:16 p.m. and I just had lunch with Star and by lunch I mean I drank a coffee XD

I'm at my class now, painting the finishing touches to my final project.

It was a little awkward to talk to her because we were mostly silent but I can tell that this can be rebuilt. 

I feel bad though because I've already tore it all down without saying a word yet. And like, obviously I'm GONNA tell her. I have to. But like... how the fuck do you just tell soemone that? "Oh, hey, by the way, I cheated on you"

Like?

What difference does it make the Smith's

I dont really understand. Like. I KNOW THIS IS ALL MY FAULT OKAY? I know I did a bad thing. I'm aware I'm a bad person. Bad jude.

But like. You gotta admit it's a hard situation. I dont expect your sympathy, or anyone's, for that matter. Hate me if you will. I deserve it, I KNOW. But damn, it's really hitting me now that I gotta TELL HER, probably break her heart and make her hate me forever. I deserve it, I brought this upon myself, but I still feel bad.

Update now its 12:48 and I tried to talk to her a bit over text but shes being fucking mean... what's the point in trying anymore hoenslty. We're breaking up soon.

She posted on her story a dm from soemone with no other context saying "god ur hot, u made me horny" so shes cheating on me too so like. Should I even feel bad. No.

And also update she asked if I would hang out with her/if I had plans and I said I made plans COS I DID and she was like "ok have fun," and at first I thought it was sincere but now I realize that SHE WAS BEING SARCASTIC. so yeah.

Not that I even care that much anymore tbh. I tore this apart some time ago.

I finally finished my final project.

Idk if its my best work but I had 1 class left to finish and hand it in and

Its 3:22 p.m. and in like 10 minutes dad is driving me to Jay's houseeee and I'm eXCITED

Update its 7:08 p.m. I JUST GOT BACK FROM JAY'S and ate a burger at my house lol

(Its so weird to use fake names but I just wanna protect ppl yknow? From the scary internet with scary doxxers and such)

Anwyays... we didn't really end up paying much attention to the movie....

I'm honestly REALLY HAPPY.

Honest. I think this time when I sucked his dick, it was better. Experience helps XD, like I started angling my throat differently so I didn't choke as much and I honeslty enjoyed it and hE CAME IN MY MOUTH AND I SWALLOWED IT...

VAKXMAIDHWPDWK I think I'm gonna die because like I actually liked that a lot.

HE ALSO SAID I DID GOOD THIS TIME so I'm happy and honeslty I think soon I might be ready for. Actual sex as in penetration. I stole some of my dads condoms JUST IN CASE. just in case. I dont wanna rush it but... just in case.

Cos JESUS. JAY IS HOT.

... I want to taste his cum again GaHHHH!

We kiss and he gets hard right away diwotjoejwo and we sorta cuddled a bit but we were both horny so. That didn't last long...

I love when he uses his mouth on me... it's very good.

I WANT HIM TO STICK IT IN ME!!! JESUSSS!!!

I'm a lil nervous cos I know itll hurt but. I want it.

If anyone takes my virginity I want it to be him.

He can play guitar really well and then we played video games for a bit which was fun haha for the record he's way better than me at all the games but I got the hang of it.

Then we were kissing and i was grinding on his hard dick and GODDAMNIT FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEE

Also HE CAN PICK ME UP WITH EASE??? We checked omg and I was like am I heavy and hes like actually no? Like woah when we sit or lay down the size difference isnt huge but its sorta a shock when we get up XD because I'm 5ft 3 and hes 6 ft 2 I'm pretty sure which is crazy nuts XD like he literally picked me up and sat me on his kitchen counter to kiss before I left...

I STILL RMEBEER HOW HIS CUM TASTED IT WAS AT THE VERY BACK OF MY THROAT SO I HAD TO PAY ATTENTION TO GET TASTE FROM IT BUT MMMEKODJ2O ITS KINDA SALTY LOL BUT I WANT MORE OF IT... wow  his advice rings true. Sex isnt about tryna make ur partner cum as soon as possible. It's about like. Enjoying urself and shit. and you shouldnt push urself or hurt urself yk? You dont need to go deep every time and destroy ur throat xD

Plus all I needed to do was CHANGE THE ANGLE IT HIT MY THROAT AT WOW. IM AN IDIOT... it's okay though.

Practice makes perfect.

Also since me and Star broke up now things are so much less stressful it's like we got past this blockage and now we can just be chill friends and it's so much less stressful wOw.

Now I dont feel bad at all cos it's not cheating cos I'm. Not with her anymore.

And I mean. Jay is something else. Have yall seen his PRETTY FUCKING FACE. JESUS CHEIST. Have yall seen his eyes. They're like fucking greenish and soqpsoosn idk I love staring at his eyes and I love when he does that dumb stupid fucking smile like. I LOVE HIM AND I LEFISLXKPK2OSPQOZ Q. am in love.

Hes so sweet and charming and caring and I actuallysoslahzuskxmwekpf epfn2r9gweuxhw9gue. Theres no way to describe how obsessed I am with him.

His face, his demeanor, his touch... his TOUCH...

he can literally pick me up :,)

Signing off early sicne its 3:05 am and I'm tired,

Jude Shepard (happier than ever)

[arrowsbane]

Okay, so there is something to be said for not eating cheese before falling asleep in the mid-afternoon sun, because as fun as it sounds, it can mean for some seriously weird dreams. I am 1000% blaming @shanastoryteller for this, because right before I dozed off, I read this post here that she wrote and it hit a wall, turned 90 degrees east and ran off into the sunset of hell half-frozen over.

So. First let me tell you this, I am not writing this as a fic. Just no. It’s bad enough as it is. Also, while I’m somewhat known for genderbending, I am not really a fan of Fem!Ed. Kind like how I can’t handle Fem!Yuuri from YOI. It’s just… these precious babies are perfect just the way they are and I cannot bear to change them. But, I am down with reading Fem!Ed if there is a reason – like… gender reassignment. (See the aforementioned post). Or maybe Truth just likes to fuck with Ed. Idek.

So. On with the insanity:

So. For some reason, poor Edward Elric is a girl born in a boy’s body. Or maybe he’s just a boy who is more at home in the female shape. I don’t know okay. I’ve always been comfortable exactly as I am, and I’m not going to insult anybody by pretending that I know everything. The point is - Edward is not comfortable in his own skin. Edward knows that his body is somehow wrong. And he’s smart, and brilliant, and a goddamn whiz with Alchemy. And so is Al, who just wants Ed to be happy, no matter what.

So, crazy brilliant brightsparks that they are – with a supernova burning in place of a soul, and the universe in their eyes – they draw up a circle, and Ed goes before Truth.

Truth, of course, isn’t too happy at being faced with a tiny scowling boy who insists that he is a girl; but Truth does understand that sometimes bodies can be uncomfortable at best, and soul-destroying at the worst of times, and this insanely brilliant child is going to be the source of a shit-ton of entertainment for years to come.

So Truth helps.

For shits and giggles, because why not.

...

Trisha is… understandably puzzled. She went to bed the night before, a mother of two sons, and then woke up with a son and a daughter.

Um, what?

They are grounded. Of course they are. Origami cranes are one thing, but this? What were you thinking? You could have been rendered braindead, you could have blown up the house. Or the universe. You could have died!

It should be noted that Trisha ranks her kids’ lives above that of the universe continuing to turn, and reality not peeling apart at the seams.

As any mother rightly should.

...

Time passes, as it is wont to do, and Edward grows into a lovely young woman with a talent for mass destruction and reconstruction.

(although, it must be said that when puberty came rolling around, there were more than a few curses, and Ed had to be physically stopped from reopening the Gate in order to yell at Truth. Because Fuck you asshole!)

Officially, her name is Elizabeth on all the paperwork, but here’s the thing: Ed might be a girl now, but she never stopped being Ed. You can change your shape, but you can’t change who you are. And hell, Ed loves confusing the fuck out of people when she introduces herself as Edward.

[Teacher didn’t discourage this. If anything, she encouraged it.]

It becomes a joke – wherever she goes (and Al is with her, because in what universe would he not be? Don’t answer that. Because that probably means Al is dead in that universe and you can all go to hell before you hurt my little cinnamon roll), leaving chaos and destruction and generally uprooting tyrants for fun; leaving only the whispers of a red coat, long blonde hair and the names Edward and Alphonse Elric: Alchemist Extraordinaires’.

...

[Somewhere in the East, Roy Mustang is tearing his hair out trying to track down a pair of genius brothers. Here’s a hint: It’s not going so well.]

...

Now this? This is not love story for Roy and Ed, oh no. My weird ass dream is twisted, and somehow, I love it. Even though I don’t ship this…

So. It’s summer, and it’s bright, and Edward is now… what? Seventeen? Eighteen? Who cares? The point is, there’s a massive inter-village party going on, and alcohol is involved. She dances the night away, laughing madly the whole time and winds up going for a roll in the hay with a charming chap from two villages over who’s on leave from the military. Not her usual choice, but hey – he’s funny and he pulled out her chair for her, and calls her “ma’am”, and he made her laugh. He also turns out to be brilliant in the sack, so hey – Ed reckons she made a good choice of partner for the night.

She wakes up to a lazy grin, and work-roughened fingers gently teasing straw and dried grass out of her tangled mess of hair – because I’m not joking about the phrase ‘roll in a hay’. It’s round about then that she realizes she forgot to introduce herself, and so she holds out her hand, “Elizabeth,” She tells him. Because hey, he did good last night. He did more than good. She can play nice.

“Havoc,” He replies, shaking her hand, “Jean Havoc.”

Ed fucking laughs at him.

“What?” She asks, “You gonna tell me that you’ve got three brothers called Mischief, Chaos and Trouble?”

He laughs as well, and they’re both still laughing when they tumble over each other and go straight for round two.

...

On and off, the whole summer, these two wind up together. In bed, at dinner, just generally wandering about causing trouble. And then Havoc has to go back to work.

And dammit, Ed finds that she’s missing him. What the hell? Ed doesn’t do pining. She does quick flings, and moves the fuck on. But apparently not anymore.

Al figures it out before she does.

And then when she does, he sits her down and listens while she rants and raves, and curses Havoc out because she did not plan on falling in love. I mean, yeah, she’s got plans to be a Housewife someday, because Teacher was ah-mazing and all that – but no. She had not planned on marrying a military guy. Why would she? The military is E-vil. (And wow, Ed has no idea just how right she is there).

So Ed hmms over it for weeks and then she gets that stubborn look in her eyes, packs her bags, and scoots off down to East City because dammit, she’s getting married. Whether he likes it or not.

Al and Winry are cheering her on, and Trisha isn’t really sure what’s going on anymore.

(Yes, Trisha got ill and shit, but Ed got even more stubborn and kinda maybe might have been more interested in Alchemy and it’s healing properties in this ‘verse, and yeah, she paid a bit more attention when she met Truth. She doesn’t know it yet, but she gave something in trade to the Gate. There’s a reason she doesn’t have Daddy Issues here – she doesn’t even remember him. There’s nothing left to hate.)

...

Ed shows up in a hurricane of energy and barges her way back into Havoc’s life without so much as a by-your-leave. He’s not really complaining. Not even when she storms up to him in a bar when he’s out for a night with the boys, yanks him down by his collar, and tells him that they’re getting married.

“Um… Don’t I get a say in this?” He asks, blinking down at her. Her hair is a mess, and she’s breathing heavily from beating the tar out of a guy outside because he tried to put his hands where they weren’t welcome – but goddamn, she’s still the most beautiful thing Havoc’s ever seen, and in all honesty, his question isn’t so much a “no,” as a bemused “oh really now?”.

Ed straight up growls at him, and he laughs, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder.

“Oi! Breda!” He shouts down the bar, “Get your coat, I’m getting married.”

Breda chokes on his drink, and then he starts to laugh. “This I gotta see.”

...

So they get married in an office, with a half-sober Breda and some random person they grabbed off the street as witnesses.

Havoc’s collar is unbuttoned, he smells of beer and cigarette smoke. Ed is wearing jeans and a tank top, her hair is a tangled mess of gold and there’s dirt smeared on her left shoulder.

They don’t have any family members there, and Ed makes their rings out of her earrings and Havoc’s watch. But that’s okay. Trisha and Elaine can yell at their kids for eloping at a later date. And then ask about grandchildren in the next breath. Al will laugh himself sick, and Winry will demand to be Godmother when they get around to it.

Not that they plan to – I mean, practicing making the future babies is fun and all, but neither of them want kids just yet.

...

More time passes, and you know what? It works for them.

Ed is a freaking genius who sometimes gets so into her work that she forgets to eat or do the dishes, but that’s just fine because Havoc grew up on a farm where folk did whatever needed doing. So he cooks, and coaxes food into her. He washes dishes, and folds laundry, and he’s even brave enough to pull her away from her books for long enough to get her to sleep.

And then once she’s done with her bender, Ed spends days making it up to him. Because she’s a hundred percent the kind of person who gives stuff her all.

Havoc doesn’t understand one whit of what she’s doing, but hey, it makes her happy. He doesn’t need to know anything more than that.

…

The first time he accidentally catches sight of her notes over her shoulder, he thinks she’s going to kill him, because Alchemists are nothing if insanely secretive of their work.

But hey, no, not Ed. Not with her husband.

She smiles at him, and then yanks him down onto the floor next to her.

And then she starts explaining the basics to him.

…

Because here’s the truth. Ed’s been worrying over Havoc’s complete obliviousness to alchemic circles for a while now, especially seeing as he’s almost always on the team chasing the crazy (in a bad way) alchemists – and dammit, she wants him in one piece. So come hell or high water, she’s going to make sure he knows what is safe and what means he should be hightailing it out of there.

…

The next time he’s closing up a case with the team – a crazy wannabe alchemist had been messing with the structural integrity of a building, and was also apparently a complete and utter moron, because even he knows better than to use those two particular equations in conjunction together.

He says as much, and is treated to looks of utter amazement and disbelief from his teammates.

“What?” He asks, “I know stuff.”

Breda is sniggering behind his back, because unlike the others, he was there when Havoc married the crazy alchemist lady. Come to think of it… Breda might be the only one on the team who even knows that he’s married. Oops.

He really hopes that Hawkeye doesn’t shoot him for this.

…

So yeah, things go fine. Mostly.

Havoc learns when to run away from the crazies, and Ed wanders off with Al to save the world, or sometimes just turns entire cities on their heads by sticking her nose where she shouldn’t – see Youswell, Liore, ect…

And all the while, Mustang rages over the antics of the famous Elric Brothers.

…

It’s actually rather pathetic, and it takes Havoc a long time to put the pieces together.

He’s more than a little bit embarrassed to be honest.

Mustang is halfway through a rant on how Liore has descended into chaos – two raging factions; and Havoc’s eyeing the pin-board, feeling strung out and an odd sense of de ja vu.

Penny in the air?

Huh. Wasn’t Ed in Liore the week before last?

Penny drops.

Oh. Havoc thinks. Oh, shit.

He’s so used to her going by her legal name in public – because while Edward Elric writes alchemical papers and rescues kittens from trees, it’s Elizabeth Havoc who fails epically at knitting, burns scones and actually has a bank account – that he forgot (and wow, is she going to laugh herself sick tonight) that when she’s off gallivanting across the country with Al, she uses her birth name.

Son of a –

He’s been trying to track down his wife and brother-in-law the whole time.

The wife who sleeps in his bed, and the brother-in-law who camps out on their couch.

How is this even his life?

…

Ed does indeed laugh herself sick that night.

Mean.

…

He reckons that he should probably tell Mustang, if only to save Eastern Command from being set on fire the next time the Colonel loses his temper, but hey – Havoc likes living.

So he sleeps on it.

And he sleeps on it.

And he sleeps on it.

Eventually, Friday rolls around, and Ed is giving him that look – the kind that says ‘man up, or I’m buggering off to cause mass chaos and destruction without you,’ and so Havoc swallows his pride.

That day at work, he waits until Mustang is once again ranting on about the Elric Brothers, and then, carefully, warily, pipes up with: “So, um, Chief? I might have a lead.”

Mustang freezes, and then pivots.

Ack. He looks like he might breathe fire at any moment.

“What?”

Havoc gulps. And then he starts to fidget.

“Well, actually,” he admits, “it’s my wife that you’d be wanting to talk to, sir.”

Mustang looks at him like’s gone mental.

“You’re… married?”

“Yes?”

“She’s way too good for him,” Breda snickers, leaning back in his chair.

Mustang blinks, frowns, blinks some more, and then moves his mouth soundlessly for a few moments, clearly furious.

Then, finally, he grinds out a short command of “Call her.”

“Yes sir!” Havoc yelps, diving for the phone line and praying that Ed is at home.

She is.

And she’s more than happy to come down to Command and set the record straight.

She’ll even bring Al with her.

Havoc sort of wants to curl up into a ball and cry.

...

Ed glides into the office, all grace and charm, looking exactly as people would expect an innocent modern-day country housewife to appear. Her blonde hair is carefully braided up into a milkmaid’s style, and there’s a touch of flour dusting the hem of her peasant’s blouse.

Havoc feels like he’s in the twilight zone, because she’s even wearing makeup. Since when does his wild dustdevil of a wife wear makeup?

Al catches his eye and winks – he himself is dressed in neatly pressed clothes and sporting a pair of glasses (why? He doesn’t even need them for fucks sake?) and looks the textbook image of a wet-behind-the-ears scholar who probably couldn’t even find his way out of a paper bag.

“Mrs. Havoc,” Mustang smiles, offering her a seat, with his charm turned up to eleven.

“Hello,” Ed smiles, and there’s a devilsh look in her deceptively innocent topaz eyes, “Edward Elric, at your service.”

She sweeps into a genteel bow, and then gestures to Al.

“Alphonse Elric,” Al grins. “Nice to meet you.”

Havoc sorely wishes he’d called in sick that morning.

…

So… Okay. He’s probably going to die.

Mustang practically has a fit, and Hawkeye’s hand is on her gun, which means Havoc has to try really hard not to flinch.

Once he’s done making a series of choking noises that sound like a dying weasel, Mustang straightens his back, puts on his ‘the military wants you!’ face, and says: “Enlist.”

To her credit, Ed only blinks twice, before her mouth curls into a mischievous grin to anybody who knows her, and a dangerous snarl to the uninformed.

Al grins.

Havoc cringes.

“I,” Havoc’s wonderful Valkyrie of a wife thunders in a flawless imitation of her Teacher, “am a Housewife!”

Oh god. The look on Mustang’s face is priceless. He can’t help it.

Havoc starts to laugh.

BONUS:

Wondering why Father never managed to take over the world?

Funny story actually, Ed kinda might have just happened to be wandering by Briggs when Kimblee (the fucker) conned the Drachmans into attacking the fort, and hey, she kinda likes Amestris you know, being Amestris and not Drachma 2.0

So she drops a mountains worth of snow on them.

Funnily enough – carving a blood crest does not fucking work if all your victims die of air deprivation, or being crushed under several tons of ice and snow. Because, y’know, not enough blood being spilled and all.

Basically? The bad guys ran out of time – and it was all Ed’s fault, because no matter what they tried, she kept fucking up their plans by accident.

And then Honoheim owned their asses.

The End.

[ralvezsupremacy]

I don't believe in God, but I prayed for you (REIDXALVEZ)

(This is my first ever fanfic) @reidbyers @reidalvez @milkandcookies528

(THIS PICKS UP WHERE SEASON TWELVE LEFT OFF)

Reid was eating breakfast with his mother and Morgan, when his phone rang.

“Hello?” He answered. “Spence!” JJ’s voice rang. “What’s wrong?” “The SUV’s crashed on the way to Scratch.” “Is everyone okay?” “Walker’s………He’s gone, Spence.” “Anyone else?” “……….Luke’s in bad condition. They wont let us see him until one of his emergency contacts arrives. They don’t know, but he’s having really bad breathing problems. I mean, he got the wind knocked out of him, but he should’ve recovered by now.” “I’ll be right there.” Reid said, and hung up.

Reid walked back over to the table where Morgan was with his mother, and pulled him aside.

“The SUV’s crashed. Could you stay with my mom? Walker’s gone, and Luke’s in bad condition.” Reid pleaded. “Yeah, sure, kid. Go.” Morgan answered. “Thank you!” Reid shouted, running out the door.

When Reid arrived at the hospital, all of the agents and Garcia were sitting in the waiting room. Garcia was arguing with a nurse. “They’re federal agents! He’s hurt! You can’t tell us anything?” Garcia practically shouted. “Ma'am, we can’t do anything until his medical contact is here.” The nurse said, calmly. “That would be me.” Reid chimed. “And you are?” The nurse asked. “Dr. Spencer Walter Reid.” “What’s your relation to Luke Alvez?” “I….he…..we’re….,” Reid sighed, “He’s my boyfriend.” “Can I see some identification?”

Reid showed the nurse his license, and he was allowed to see Luke. And since he’s the medical contact, he was allowed to bring the agents.

“You’re dating?” Garcia asked, as they walked down the hallway. “Yes.” Reid mumbled. “How long?” “Seven months next week.” “He’s barely even been on the team that long.” “He’s been with us for nine months, two weeks, and four days.” “Why didn’t you tell us?” “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not out, and Luke isn’t very ‘showy’ of his sexuality.” “But why didn’t you tell us you’re gay, or bi, or whatever you are.” “I don’t know. I’m gay, by the way.”

They arrived at Luke’s room, and Reid sat in the chair next to his bed while Luke stayed passed out.

“Poor guy got the wind knocked out of him.” Rossi said. “He has asthma.” Reid said. “What?” Garcia said. “I thought you guys knew?” “It’s not in his medical file.” The nurse said. “He told me about it. He has an inhaler.” “Oh wait, it’s here. Okay, well, we’re gonna have to change his medications and put him onto a breathing machine. I’ll need you guys to leave the room. One of you can stay here with him.” The nurse said.

All of the agents said goodbye to Reid, and he sat next to Luke while the nurse went to put in for a medication change.

Reid sighed deeply, “Alright. I’m gonna try this, since you care so much about God and your religion, I’m gonna try, Luke….. God, if you could do me a favor…. just this once….. it would be great. Luke’s a great man… and….. he’s got a lot of faith. Even through all of his struggles with his sexuality, and through his work, his beliefs never faltered. He’s what I believe to be a strong catholic, and he’s a great example for other people to follow. Yeah, so, I don’t believe in all that stuff. I don’t have enough faith. I’m not strong enough to. But Luke, God, he’s the strongest person I know…… if you could, just, please let him be okay. I know this is a big thing coming from me, considering I’m a man of science with no belief in faith, but I’m trying. I’m trying to be better for Luke, and for myself…….. just help a good man out, please. He’s deserves it.”

Reid sat silently staring at Luke until the nurse came back in to put him on a breathing machine and change his medication. Reid went out to the waiting room and sat with his team.

“How’s he doing?” Emily asked. “They changed his medication and put him on the machine. We just have to wait and see how he does. The nurse said that he might wake up soon.” Reid said. “And how are you?” JJ asked. “I’m….fine, I guess. I’m worried.” “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, Spence, but if you want to go stay with your mom, you can. It’s better for you to be home and relax.” JJ suggested. “I wouldn’t be able. I’d rather be here….with Luke.” “You really like him, don’t you?” Garcia asked. “Yeah, I do.” “Honestly, I didn’t expect you two to be together. No offense or anything, I just…..” Garcia said. “No, I get it. Luke definitely doesn’t come off as gay, and I……. well I just pretended not to be gay.” “Luke freaked out when you shanked yourself.” JJ said. “His words were pretty much, ‘I swear to God that boy’s going to scare me into my grave. We have to get him out.’” Tara said. “Well, Luke’s a very caring guy. God, he’s like his mother.” “You’ve met his parents?” Garcia asked. “Yeah, they’re really nice. But don’t mess with Rosa Alvez, she’s a scary woman. Nice, but scary.” “What about his dad?” Garcia asked. “Franklin’s nice. He’s very much of an army man, but he’s welcoming and understanding of Luke.” Reid said.

Luke’s nurse came out, and smiled.

“He’s awake, but only two people at a time to see him, please.” She said.

Reid and Emily went to Luke’s room, and Reid resumed his place in the chair by Luke. Luke’s head was to the side towards Reid, and he reached out his hand slightly. Reid grasped it, and Emily smiled.

“How’re you feeling?” Emily asked. Luke grunted, and Reid smiled sadly. “You got the wind knocked out of you.” Emily said. “I feel like death.” Luke said slowly. “Yeah, well, welcome to the job, Alvez. Alright, I’m gonna see if we can get the rest of the team in here really quick so we can let you rest.” Emily said.

Emily rushed out of the room, and Luke smiled at Reid.

“What’s up?” Luke asked. “Oh nothing. My boyfriend’s just in the hospital.” “If I’m being honest, everything hurts and I feel awful.”

Reid pushed Luke’s hair back, and smiled at him.

“I prayed.” Reid mumbled. “Come again?” “I…um…I prayed for you. I don’t really believe in God or anything, but, um, you do, and I’m trying to have more faith.” “Oh…..thank you.” “I just see how firmly you believe in God, and I want to try to have that.” “Well, we’ll just have to let my mother take you to church some time.” “Oh dear god, no. Luke, I love your mother, but please never do that to me.” “Hey, I had twelve years of catholic school. You’ve gotta make up for that.” “Maybe I’ll just start with reading the Bible?” “Sounds good. Oh, and, spoiler alert: Jesus dies.” “Oh, yeah, that’s a HUGE spoiler, Luke.” Reid rolled his eyes. “You know, I’m really happy that you got out of jail okay.” “I’m happy that the SUV crash didn’t kill you.” “I had a really hard time not breaking down in front of the team when we talked about you. I wasn’t really going to cry, or like yell….. I was just overwhelmed.” “I heard you were upset when I shanked myself.” “Yeah! I get that you did that for your own safety but Spencer, honey, you shanked yourself.” “Yeah, I promise I won’t be shanking myself again any time soon.” “Good…… oh, by the way, the thing with Cat saying she was pregnant with your kid scared the hell out of me.” “Why?” “Because the only kids you’re allowed to have are the ones we adopt together.” “You’re adorable.” “I know.”

(I’m sorry I didn’t talk more about Walker’s death because it seems kind of rude but I wanted to do a whole funeral fic honoring him because even though his character was new, he seemed like a good guy)

[this-old-money-pit]

1st pic:on the tailgate, first 2 copperheads found IN MY HOUSE!, it was the grace of God they were found, and killed, and no one got bit, i shot the first one with moms .22 and some snake shot, those bullets with the lil blue tops, and a fireman named Hammer Cooper came and killed the other with a hoe.

2: blood from the 3rd snake killed, yes, 3rd, again Gods grace that i found it, uncle doug was down here and talking to us and i had a sudden itch to turn the light on(it was dark inside) and my eyes were directed down, base of the lamp, a copperhead, told mom “get me the rifle” and i shot the sumbitch, looks like i got it in the head but it went a bit NUTS(but if someone shot me i would be a bit grumpy too), first time i ever saw a snake bang against a wall, by the time Hammer came to help us, it was half dead, so good day for everyone, no one got bit, thank God!

3:the 3rd snake, after i killed it, Hammer took it away along with the first 2(1st 2 the night they were killed)

4: sealed up where i think the last one got in at, before that, before i saw what i will detail, i sealed with spray foam gaps around the fireplace that the first 2 might have gotten in at, the foam i used is from those things you put at the bottom of doors to keep wind out, fit nicely, im going to have to fix it better, a piece of steel with holes drilled to make a screen(1/8th diameter, 3/8 on center) and i plan to use pop rivets if i can too secure it, hopefully we wont have more getting in.it might be where mice have been getting in too, a night after the snake, saw a mouse, couldnt find a spring trap so i used a paper glue trap, a drop of real maple syrup right in the center, and God blessed us again, not even a half hour and i hear a thump in the box i put it in(with holes to get in) and a bunch of squeaking, it was late at night and i didnt want to disturb the neighbors, i didnt want to let it sit all night stuck and afraid(inhumane i think), so i took that same rifle and a snake shot round and put it down,,,,, after giving it a trial and sentencing, haha), had it been during the day i would have used the .410, but the .22 was quieter and did the same thing, i hope it didnt suffer.

5: the ammo, thank God we had some! and that the gun mom wanted was compatible with snakeshot(email your manufacturer to ask, be certain), its a cricket .22, ejected the spent rounds fine. i thought mom was going to go for little pink one with some capacity, but this caught her eye, God knew what we would have to face and made sure we was ready

6:that place without the foam in item 4

7: this one was outside, on the back porch, again it was the grace of God no one got bit, my cousins boy landon was helping us clean the back porch, and we both walked right past where i saw it, and i didnt see it til i ran a push broom over it sweeping the straw and trash away, it acted like it was giving warning bites like it was saying “BACK UP! BACK UP!”, told mom to get me the rifle, ammo, and the hoe, shot it twice to be safe and chopped its head off with the hoe.

the first time i saw snakes in the house i thought it was 1, freaked out and mom was too, i was going all over the place in my mind, managed to get the phone and call uncle doug to tell him and he said to shoot it, reminded us we have snake shot, then i managed to center up in my head and deal with it, fixating on it, following it while mom called 911, after the 3rd time she called they sent a fireman, they was trying to get a cop to respond, i didnt know we had a 2nd in the house until it went over to where i saw it, the first doubled back and looked like it was heading towards me, so i shot it,  and reloaded, and Hammer came and killed the 2nd(i didnt have a good position for the rifle, trying to minimize the damage, but i would have to shoot again i would, there must be a ton of baby rabbits around here, because these was hair raising experiences.

[mercenarypark]

medic hcs

Em made a big hc post for heavy a few days ago [here] and ive been meaning 2 finally do the same w/ medic bcause im gay

note: while i try to be brief about the details, this post is about a gay jewish man in Germany during wwii. to set aside any initial worries, no, he is never kept in the camps- as a jewish person myself it sickens me deep in my stomach to even think of that possibility. but there’s still mentions of n/zism and antisemitism, as one would expect.

also, a fair amount of the details of my medic hcs for his childhood are based on the german side of my family, primarily my grandfather and his father. while i still only know a little about my family history[tm], details like medic’s last name, how his family were able to lay low, etc, are based on the little bits and pieces ive heard from my grandmother #antisemitism #nazism #homophobia #transphobia #satanism #long post #text heavy #tf2 #gore text #medical abuse #malpractice #experimentation mention 

-Medic was born roughly around 1925- he’s in his early 40s around when the game takes place- to the name [redacted] Reichstein. the Reichsteins were reviled in their little town as mad doctors, which was at least somewhat true- they certainly weren’t shy to experimentation on body parts and [willing] subjects. but a good part of the hatred for them stemmed from Good Old Antisemitism, focusing their hate on the fact that they were an openly jewish family and saying that that must be influencing their occasionally morally dubious behavior

-for the longest time, though, people tolerated them- they were the only doctors around, after all. but as time went on, the disgusted glances turned to hate speech, turned to violent threats, and eventually, to violent actions.

-medic’s father, who had long since been debating on moving, finally packed the family up[against his wife’s wishes], and within a night, their home and lab were deserted.

-his father could tell that something terrible was coming. he brought down an ultimatum- they would have to abandon everything jewish about themselves in order to survive. medic was young, still, and didn’t fully understand the severity of why his father seemed so adamant that they never mention holidays they once celebrated, why their old family photos were torn and burned, why his mother was constantly reprimanded when her Yiddish roots showed through her accent

-medic’s father pulled a few favors, and before they moved into a new city, the family name was changed to Reich- a more acceptable, more German name. Reichstein could raise eyebrows, lead to questioning about jewish roots, but there have always been many Reichs in Germany.

-that’s also when Medic got his birthname changed to Ludwig, and he and his mother had to fight like hell for that. his father argued that the last thing they needed was another target on their back- if anyone found out that his son “wasn’t really a boy”, then that would bring the entire family under scrutiny and into danger.

-ludwig refused to take no for an answer. ludwig had always been someone who would rather die than pretend that he’s something he’s not, and this was one of the first signs of that. while he didnt fully understand his connection to judaism, yet, and thus didnt fight to keep it at the time; he DID understand that he wasn’t a girl, and by God did he refuse to pretend otherwise.

-eventually his father relented, though he never once forgot and throughout medic’s childhood, he would bring up how risky it was, how medic was potentially endangering them all.

-to clarify: his father DID technically accept his son being transgender, but he wanted him to repress it, ignore it, force it down and never bring it up, much like their jewish heritage. ludwig refused, and his father never liked that. [when ludwig grew older and became both openly gay AND became a practicing jew again, his father nearly had a fucking heart attack]

-ludwig was heavily isolated for most of his childhood after they moved, partially due to the war’s beginning, partially because his father was afraid of his son giving something away. he was homeschooled by his mother, and rarely left the house, instead spending most of his time playing with the family’s cockatoo, or in his father’s operating room, learning human anatomy

-this isolation[alongside his autism, and veritable cocktail of mental illnesses] helped contribute to medic’s general inability to understand how to interact with people- he is oblivious at the best of times, has no concept of personal space, rarely catches social cues, and has Awful attachment issues. he is overly affectionate with anyone he is even vaguely friendly with, he tends to ramble and talk about uncomfortably personal things without realizing its a bad thing, etc, etc, he is a mess and a half

-he does understand bits and pieces- for example, if he’s physically affectionate with someone, they tend to tense up, and try to get away from him, which means he’s doing something wrong. the problem is that he doesnt understand WHAT he’s doing wrong, or why it’s wrong[answer: he’s covered in blood and bird shit and holding at least one[1] human liver]

-speaking of physical affection, the first time engineer affectionately puts a hand on medic’s shoulder medic fucking freaks out because aside from his parents, NO ONE. no one has ever initiated Friendly Physical Contact with him. usually because theyre freaked out by him in some way. he has no idea how to cope with the fact that someone might actually think of him in a friendly manner to the point of expressing that physically [aside from sexually, which is a whole other story and a half]

-but im getting ahead of myself. the first time ludwig killed a man was when he was 17. a nazi soldier paid an unexpected visit to the Reichs. ludwig, scared for his family’s sake and overwhelmed with a boiling hatred for nazis that had simmered for all of his childhood, killed the man

-his father reacted violently, ranting that now they were doomed, but his mother helped ludwig destroy the body and evidence. by the grace of God, no other nazi followed up that visit- the soldier hadn’t told anyone where he was going, and there had been no witnesses to his visit. and germany was so chaotic at the time, that eventually the man's death was attributed to a previously unnoticed casualty in battle

-that was the first man ludwig killed, and also the first of many, many nazis. he spent a good stretch of his adult life hunting down nazis who had gone under the radar, trying to hide their past ties while still keeping the same disgusting views.

-as ive mentioned, in medical school, ludwig not only became openly gay, but returned to his jewish roots. no longer under his father's roof, and now that the war was over, medic saw no reason to hide aspects of himself any longer. and God help everyone who felt otherwise. especially once the most violently hateful dissenters, began to mysteriously disappear.

-throughout his adult life medic has had Multiple short term, non-serious relationships [including more than his fair share of one night stands], and maybe two serious relationships prior to heavy. neither of those ended well, citing ludwigs mental Fuckery as a big issue. speaking of, his mental fuckery has helped him get into at least a couple abusive relationships, which i wont detail beyond "he survived and healed".

-while he is Jewish, he is the kind of jew who criticizes god every step of the way. at least part of this is due to having to survive during the Shoah.

-the Shoah definitely fucked his mind up. the constant fear for his parents and himself, and the burning hatred for the nazis and everyone who agreed with them or stood back and let them take over, and just overall a horrible sense of helplessness, definitely contributed to a lot of his future mental fuckery, and to his feelings about God. as an adult, and as a doctor, he took the feeling of helplessness he had as a teenager, and flipped it around dramatically- if god didnt help him then, he’d have to become better than god. he would bring retribution where others didnt, and bring power and life to those god would not help.

-he sold his soul to satan sometime around his mid-30s. [this is a sentence that sounds really fucking weird if u dont know much about tf2.] there are a few reasons behind that, but im only gonna talk about one:

-as i've said, medic spent a lot of time murdering nazis who had tried to go into hiding. that's difficult when theyre trying very, very hard to cover up their past. medic struck a deal with satan- in exchange for the names, aliases, and locations of ex-nazis in hiding, he would kill them and send them straight to hell. his soul was just to sweeten the deal.

-ludwig does a Lot of experiments on captured and dead nazis, especially the painful ones. the ol' "removing a patient's skeleton" story was of a nazi officer medic had caught, and medical licence or not, ludwig would do it again in an instant

-medic's flock of homing pigeons, stolen from a wedding van, are like family to him. the original, stolen generation had more pretentious names, as named by their previous owner- mostly well known scientists and philosophers[Archimedes, Newton, Nietzsche, etc]. most of the pigeons he named himself have biblical, jewish names [Mordecai, Elijah, Rebecca, etc]

-ludwig is absolutely never prim, proper, or orderly. if he is wearing a coat that DOESNT have blood and bird shit on it, wait 5 minutes and check again

-he has a tendency to hyperfocus on something and forget things like "humans need food and water to live". heavy usually helps him remember

-medic snores. loudly. and it sounds fucking awful. heavy is, sadly, a very light sleeper. it takes a loooong time for him to finally be able to sleep through medic's snoring, and it winds up being one of the only things he actually CAN sleep through. god help you if you step on a creaky board halfway down the hall, though, because heavy will wake up in an Instant

-if tf2 were in modern times, ludwig's music taste would include a Lot of kesha, klezmer music, black metal, and so on. its varied, is what im saying

-medic, pyro, and soldier all get along surprisingly well together, because they all have a case of "same brain? same brain!", all of them have issues dealing with other people and have problems with processing/understanding things, have trouble w/ psychotic episodes and the like, overall their minds are all wired oddly but somehow they can understand /each other/

-scout accidentally becomes medic's unofficial adopted daughter and thats a whole post and a half on its own. suffice to say medic would do anything for her

-engie, demo, and medic are all Science Gays

-medic also does his best to help demo with his Absolutely Massive Amounts of Trauma and Self Loathing, by at least being a supportive shoulder to lean on when demo tries to drink himself unconscious to forget it all. hes absolutely terrible most of the time at actually saying anything to help, but he can be a good presence, and he has birds. birds help anything

-he has a very casual fling going with spy, since early on in their time at the base. its usually in a state of "on-again off-again", with the latter usually having something to do with how spy acts with scout.

-obviously theres a lot i could say about heavy and medic's relationship, but to put it briefly- theres a loooong time where both of them are "i dont understand social interaction" gays.

-medic is the "i literally dont understand how to act around people im attracted to or that me being extremely overaffectionate around you is due to the fact that im falling in love with you, i dont catch your vague hints towards the fact that you feel the same about me because you literally need to hit me over the head with something in order to get me to catch onto it" gay

-heavy is the "i have spent so many years repressing so much of myself and keeping quiet and not drawing attention to myself, that i physically cannot bring myself to be up front about the fact that im attracted to you. im also afraid of misintepreting signals and i am instead going to assume your over-affectionate attitude is platonic and i am misreading things" gay

-eventually they figure things out and its good and soft and gay

ok its 3 AM and ive been writing on this for at least an hour and a half and i told Em i would go to bed by now dhgfkhhj 

[kaceybruce]

BFF forever!

I just got home from dropping off the three kiddos from the same school.. this is a glorious moment that I know will only last 2 more years until one of my children enters middle school.. but for now.. all three in one spot.. 

magic.. 

every morning last year I entered FOUR school zones to get to the kids school.. they go to a “choice” school.. and therefore every morning I remind myself that I CHOSE this.. anyways.. four school zones.. the first one being the local high school.. just up the street.. its a nightmare and I can avoid it.. 

every single morning I watch todays youth walk to school.. some move so freaking slow crossing the cross walk staring at their phone that I always comment.. OLIVE DONT BE LIKE THIS! its only Olive I worry about.. B will probably be skipping to school and Aldous will be smoking cigarettes outside the school with his football friends saying comical jokes that makes his friends laugh.. anything for a laugh that kid.. not sure where he gets it ;)

so I watch these zombie children.. well only 99.9% of them are zombies.. I get it.. its morning.. but theres also something else there.. you can see it in them.. literally 90% of them have their heads down on their phones.. I am not sure how they manage to walk like this.. its an art really.. I always see a few girls getting dropped off and they look scared and nervous.. and I think.. oh thats going to be olive.. she needs more friends.. but today.. TODAY!!! at the cross walk.. was 2 girls.. oooobviously best friends.. because you can just tell the best friends.. same scrunchies ( they are back ) and usually the same shoes and same style of clothing.. I love these types of kiddos.. flashes me right back.. and these two girls walked by in front of my car LAUGHING and smiling with their high pony tails swinging in the wind.. and they reminded me of me and my old BFF’s.. not just in what they were wearing.. but in their human spirit!! 

I actually sighed out loud a noise of relief.. it washed over me.. to my surprise.. that ok.. my kids are going to survive high school! It was the oddest thing.. like I said.. I cross hundreds of kids every morning.. which is why it takes us forever to get to high school.. and these were the first 2 kids in 14 months that I actually thought.. wow! these look like kids from my generation.. what scared me the most.. was how out of months of passing this school.. these were the first kids I saw with this vibe! I mean.. I also pass 2 bad ass looking twins on the way to school.. that dress the exact same and look like they could kill a man with their side glare.. and everytime we pass them.. Olive goes.. “mom theres the twins you love!” and I say.. you know what.. one day I am going to stop and tell them how bad ass they are!

then I remember thats its 2019.. and I don't think you are allowed to roll down your window to strangers anymore.. especially children.. on the side of the road.. one can dream.. 

also.. I think I am pretty clear on where I stand on the whole cell phone thing.. and as Olive gets older it gets SO.FREAKING.HARD.. every single day is a battle.. every.single.day. is a battle in this house and a conversation about cell phones.. she told me she wanted an i phone X.. I always start with the.. ok with what money speech.. and she tells me she has 240.00 saved right now.. and I explain to her that there is also a monthly cost attached to this.. and then I stop and think.. why am I bargaining this part with her? YOU WILL NOT HAVE ONE UNTIL YOU BUY IT YOURSELF!.. 

this is my house rule.. everyones are different.. and I see video after video about kids and how they used to play and their brains.. and it freaks me the f out.. not sure if anyone else feels this way too.. and then I discovered Collin Kartchner on instagram.. and holy fuck.. go to him.. find him.. he is spending his days now teaching older kids.. mostly middle school and high school about the dangers of cell phones and their lives.. I wont go into it all.. we all know whats out there.. and his number one thing is 

WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR KIDS GET THIS FROM???

big old giant mirror held up.. 

I was watching one of Collin K inst stories.. because I cannot get enough of instagram.. it was crack before and now I scroll on the “explore” part.. good lord.. I pass a lot of time on this.. I know this because of my new Canadian phone being upgrade.. I had an iPhone 5s that has never once had an upgrade.. I always passed them up.. then when the time came to do it.. it was too far gone.. so people sent texts and they just showed us as question marks.. haha.. anyways.. on his insta story was a post from a kid from a school he talked at.. and on the photo was a “time limit app” 

i just had no idea this existed.. I immediately jumped on and looked at it.. AND IT WAS REAL.. I immediately set limits.. and my time was obviously over as this was at 4:00pm ish.. I went to the home page and bam.. the apps that ran out of time were darkened out.. with a timer.. and also.. the only reason I am sharing these.. is because by 4:00pm on any given day.. I am no where near 42 minutes on instagram.. this happened to be a day I put the phone down and cleaned up my house.. that is the only reason.. 

these are my apps guys.. look away.. nothing exciting.. 

times up bitch! go do human things.. 

thats how it sounds in my brain.. what I didn't know.. because I was out of app time.. but this morning when I jumped back on insta ( rationally now as I only get THIRTY MINUTES A DAY) was that there were loads of messages from people who didn't know either.. asking how to do this.. 

I was texting with my friend about it.. she did it too.. she had also used up her app.. and we passed notes back and forth on things I didn't see and she didn't see.. and set our limits.. right away I saw that messaging and viber is part of the “social media” feature.. ( you can also set individual app features) and my first thought was this isn't social media.. that was my first thought.. 

this phone was my dream.. sadly my dream was never realized.. 

so much of our communicating is done with text messages.. and if you are one of the 5 people I know that still make phone calls.. i salute you.. it was last years New year resolution to do this.. make a phone call.. and I don't think I did too well.. I did not include messaging as a “social media” one hour a day thing.. I am weak..

so I sat last night before bringing the girls to dance and set my limits.. I first set insta and fb to one hour a day.. hmm.. thats reasonable said that inside of my crack brain trying to justify more time.. and then the part of me that fights this crap as much as possible went.. 

oh my gah kacey.. why the hell do you need 2 hours a day to look at other peoples lives? TWO HOURS IS A LOT OF HOURS!

so then I went to 30 minutes each.. and here we are.. day 1.. its embarrassing how many times I have just picked up my phone to pick it up and go click on that button.. embarrassing.. if you do not have this problem.. good for you.. and I hope you are truly living your best life.. but it took me realizing all the fighting and pulling I am giving my kids with this matter.. just went right back to their main source of everything.. ME.. 

I have felt the shift the last year in general.. looking at myself a lot this last year.. and it was getting to the point of.. why do I share? why does everyone share? I love social media and visual inspiration and connections.. but why? I don't have any answers to give you.. and will continue to share.. but I feel more guarded now.. as I logged in to write this post.. a new tumblr thing popped up saying I needed to review around 20 blog posts from the last 10 years that were now violating their terms.. some made no sense at all like this one.. 

I mean.. I know she looks like the Geico caveman commercials.. but come on.. she's adorable.. and some were photos in the early naive beginnings with my kids in bathtubs.. nips out.. enjoying their afternoon bath.. and I left those as private.. I shared a lot back them.. 

anyways.. these are the thoughts inside my head for a while now.. as much as I hold onto my little babies turning into young people and soon to be teenagers.. I can't help but look for ways to hold onto their innocent childhood.. a mon avis.. their days after school should be roller skating and barbies.. and running around the neighborhood.. which they do now.. I would also like to note the first day B was out roller skating by herself a neighborhood dog got out of the yard and ran towards her barking and then nipped at her face.. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING.. and we are just getting over our god hurdles.. I literally left down the patio steps barefoot over the gravel running towards her.. she thankfully left back onto the gravel where she then scraped up her body trying to crawl to freedom.. while the owners dog ran out and said.. oh she's a nice dog.. 

I put my hadn't up and stopped him from taking and actually said NO! he's not a nice dog.. he just left for my kids face! and repeated the word no as I rolled her scraped up carcus back to our front yard.. BUT she's out there getting fresh air people..

so.. here we are..