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daceydeath · 2 months ago

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I Want to Watch (part 6)

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader x Hongjoong (feat. Jongho) Word Count: 3.3K Genre: Pure Filth 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content

Arguments between the members can lead to very very enjoyable outcomes provided you are up for it of course.

(for Elise @ocean-dreamer-sky-chaser please don't hate me 😆)

You were happy to lay in the warmth that Wooyoung had left behind, leaving you to continue dozing as he started getting ready, showering and then going into the kitchen to make you both breakfast. You had heard both Jongho and Hongjoong moving around but you figured since it was a late schedule you would be able to spend some time with Wooyoung before he left for his work day. Stretching you could hear the voices in the kitchen getting slightly louder, Wooyoung seemed to be bickering about something but when you heard Hongjoong’s voice cut through it you knew it was serious.

“You can not be fucking serious Wooyoung. What is wrong with you?” Hongjoong scolded heatedly “This is exactly the behavior that tarnishes companies and destroys groups”.

“It’s not like that hyung, it’s not competitive and nobody is getting hurt. I even made a set of rules that everyone agrees on before things happen” you boyfriend balked, obviously offended by the accusation. “Nothing happens without everyone agreeing”.

“It’s true hyung, I agreed and Wooyoung told me what was and wasn’t ok and nothing went wrong. We are adults. We can recognize that this isn’t a "who gets her” at all”. Jongho replied calmly, trying to explain things clearly.

“Did she agree or did you just spring this on her? Because I swear if she is only doing this for you and not really consenting…” Hongjoong trailed off furious “And what happens if it gets out that one of us has a girlfriend who we all fucking share??? We are going to be seen as filthy perverts”.

“Of course she consents hyung! I love her, I would never force her into anything” Wooyoung snapped back nastily, his voice getting louder. “She has the final say if anything happens or not if she says no we will just continue like it never happened and will never speak of it again”.

Swallowing hard and feeling anxious, you quickly slipped out of Wooyoung’s bed and into the bathroom hoping you could pretend you were showering and not eavesdropping on them all arguing. With the hot water running over your body you didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, only when Wooyoung knocked on the bathroom door did you realize he must have finished making breakfast.

“Hi baby” he smiled sweetly, his eyes traveling the length of your naked form “I made you breakfast”.

“Thank you Wooyo” you blew him a kiss as you washed the last of the soap bubbles from your body. You got yourself dressed and left the bathroom to find him sitting on the bed waiting for you coffee in hand. “You are too good for me, my love”.

“So we have four nights of filming for this music video. Will you be able to come round after?” he raised his eyebrow slightly as he watched you take a sip.

“Yeah, I can do that” you sighed “but only if Hongjoong isn’t still mad, I don’t want to ruin your career or the others reputations”.

“So you did hear that then” Wooyoung blanched slightly, his face falling “Like Jongho said we are all consenting adults, there are no feelings involved, besides the ones between us, so it shouldn’t matter. Plus the guys don’t think less of you if anything they respect you more”.

“Of course because we all know sleeping around earns women respect Woo” you rolled your eyes hard as he flushed pink. “But just tell me when the shoot is over and I’ll come back around”.

Four nights turned into four and a half nights so when your phone lit up just after midnight you expected to be met with an exhausted sounding boyfriend who just needed you to come round to cuddle after a long schedule not an over excited and smug sounding Wooyoung and an angry sounding Hongjoong in the background.

“Woo? What do you need?” you yawned having been asleep before his summons.

“Can you come round? Actually can we pick you up and take you to the dorm? We’re about 20 minutes away from your place”. Wooyoung’s honeyed voice told you everything you needed to know about what kind of night you were going to have. “Hyung wants to try something new with you”.

“Alright I’ll get ready and meet you out the front of the building” you breath coming out unevenly as scenarios flooded into your mind about what he could be proposing. Hongjoong had seemed so angry at the idea so something must have changed his mind for him to agree to pick you up on the way home. Stripping out of your pajamas you packed a clean pair into your bag and picked out a white set of mesh lingerie to wear underneath your track pants and t-shirt.

You got downstairs just in time to watch the dark van pull over and the door slide open to reveal Hongjoong looking every part the captain of the demon line and your smirking boyfriend who quickly tugged you into the car and into the seat beside him kissing you desperately, his tongue swirling with yours in a battle for dominance.

“You are alright with this?” Hongjoong smiled slyly watching you with Wooyoung “You can say no at any time and it will be like it never happened”.

“Joongie I want this” You smirked, meeting his eyes and watching them darken in the low light of the car, the more interest he showed the more confidence you felt.

“Good, I won’t go easy on you” his voice seductive and low, his words sending sparks of heat bloom in your core, your arousal already making your underwear damp, Wooyoung soon reclaimed your mouth, his hands squeezing everywhere he could reach.

Entering the apartment you were passed between the boys Hongjoong easily taking control and pressing you against the wall by your throat his lips meeting yours only moments before his tongue invaded your mouth, whimpering you allowed him to do whatever he pleased with you as you vaguely heard Wooyoung grunt throatily as he watched you. Hongjoong’s knee pressed firmly against your crotch making you buck and squirm against his hard thigh for some friction.

“My room” Hongjoong ordered quietly, making you tremble in his grasp. Wooyoung grabbed your wrist just about dragging you down the hallway to the oldest room while Hongjoong followed his hands never leaving your body.

“Have you ever had a safeword?” Hongjoong’s silky voice washed over you as you entered his room, his hands moving to massage your hips keeping you grounded in the moment.

“No, never” you breathed softly, your voice slightly uneven at idea.

“If you want me to stop, say red and if you are fine with what I’m doing, say green” He smiled pressing his lips to the shell of your ear while you nodded eagerly. Wooyoung was already palming himself through his jeans as he watched the older man turn you around and kiss you again this time winding his hand into your hair and tugging it hard enough to tilt your head back so he could continue his ministrations down your neck. Whimpering quietly you could feel the graze of his blunt fingernails against your scalp every time you moved.

“Be a good girl baby and let hyung play” Wooyoung cooed, his eyes already glazed with lust.

“Yes, be a good girl for me” Hongjoong teased, repeating your boyfriend’s instructions as his hand wandered down to find the bare skin of your waist. “Strip”. Following his instructions you shimmied out of your pants and pulled your hoodie over your head leaving you in just the lingerie you had picked out only half an hour before

“Such a beautiful little thing you are” Hongjoong murmured against the skin of your throat making you shiver “You will look so fucking good tied up”.

“Please Joonie” you whimpered, eyes wide as Wooyoung groaned softly from Hongjoong’s chair, his hooded eyes darkening by the second.

“Not yet” he smirked, hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing your nipples in slow circles making you sigh softly “first your slutty desperate boyfriend is going to eat your pussy until you can't take it anymore”. Pulling away from you he moved to haul Wooyoung to his feet roughly shoving him in your direction busying himself by going to the wardrobe to pull out a large black box and putting on the bed beside you. Several different cords emerged from it along with vibrators, a riding crop, a blindfold and cuffs Hongjoong’s fingers tracing over each one as he considered his plans for you.

“Don’t just stand there” Hongjoong chuckled darkly looking at Wooyoung’s flushed face “take care of your girl”.

You stepped towards your boyfriend capturing his lips in a soft kiss which he easily deepened his tongue pushing between your lips to move with yours. Pulling you against him he stiffly began moving, his hands trailing down your sides and eventually grasping your hips to push you back towards the bed.

“You are so fucking into watching us use your precious lover but cant deal with one of us watching you?” Hongjoong’s cruel laugh cut through the silence of the room. Wooyoung stopped kissing you, his eyes narrowing in annoyance momentarily before picking you up and sitting on the bed forcing you to straddle his legs.

“If you want a show hyung you can have one” he smiled challengingly, easily unclipping your bra and throwing it towards Hongjoong’s feet. Wooyoung ran his hands over your skin one hand gripping the curve of your arse and the other holding your waist dipping his head to take a nipple into his mouth sucking and biting it gently before switching sides teasing you until you were breathily whimpering clutching his hair in your fingers. His hands encouraged you to grid on his length the rough fabric of your jeans pushing your lacy underwear to graze against your folds creating just enough friction to get you desperately whining.

“Such a needy little one” Hongjoong cooed.

“Lay back baby, let me taste how sweet you are” Wooyoung groaned, his confidence coming back from how easily you responded to him scrambling onto the sheets and slipping your underwear down your legs. Wooyoung grinned as you slowly spread your legs for him letting you take hold of your ankles and tug you down the bed to where he wanted you before over dramatically lick a long slow stripe through your drenched folds your head fell back against the mattress your breathy sounds making Wooyoung groan into your slick flesh.

“I think we should start small” Hongjoong hummed his eyes meeting yours letting you whine under Wooyoung's talented tongue Hongjoong slowly began wrapping the soft thin cord around one of your wrists making sure that it wasn't too tight or likely to slip if you pulled on it he then passed the length of it through one of the many spaces in his bed head and laid the rest of it beside you. Your brain could only half focus as your boyfriend pushed a third finger into you, the lewd squelch of your slick folds filling the room.

"How can you look so fucked out when we haven't even started yet?" Hongjoong leaned down his breath ghosting across your ear "I can't wait to see you after I've actually fucked you".

"Fuck" you whimpered your walls tightening around Wooyoung's digits as even more of your wetness leaked out of your stretched hole. Wooyoung instantly stopped lapping at your clit and stilled his fingers watching you carefully.

"She's so close, hyung want me to stop?" he asked, your essence smeared all over his lips and chin. Hongjoong nodded, gesturing for your boyfriend to stand and help him move you to the middle of the bed before he started tying the cord around your other wrist and then looping it around your other wrist so they were locked together above your head.

"Now remember green means I can continue and red means I stop, alright?" Hongjoong purred in your ear before claiming your lips, his teeth biting into your lip much harder this time making you squeak in surprise. "I want you to roll over now and show me your pretty little arse". You did as you were told able to pull your elbows under yourself to prop yourself up nerves and excitement both thundering through your body waiting for Hongjoong to act you felt the bed shift as he traced his fingers teasingly up your thigh until he met your hip before dipping between your folds to push just the tips of two of his fingers inside you making you arch your arse even further into the air as his thumb teased you sticky slit.

"Aw look at you my slutty little baby already so eager for hyung to fuck you" Wooyoung breathed heavily his pants already off leaning him in just his boxers his cock straining against the fabric.

"Want him so much Woo" you whimpered, pushing yourself back against his fingers to try to get them to slide further into you.

"Tsk don't misbehave or I'll have to punish you" Hongjoong warned the smirk on his face clear as day in his voice. You could help the tremble that ran across your skin making Hongjoong hum, slowly removing his fingers again his hand rubbed a few light circles on your left cheek before a loud smacking it down hard on your soft skin making it jiggle under his palm. You inhaled sharply your eyes wide as he repeated it, his hand stinging more the second time before he soothed it again. "Color?"

"Green" you gasped softly feeling another wave of arousal drip out of you unsure how much more turned on you could get without crying and neither of them had even fucked you yet.

"So hot" Wooyoung mumbled as Hongjoong slapped your pink stained skin again, a satisfied grumble leaving his throat as you moaned loudly.

"Such a good little thing" Hongjoong praised his hand massaging the now red skin "Wooyoung, invite Jongho in don't want him missing out on seeing what he can hear".

"Really, fuck, yeah sure" Wooyoung seemed to choke on his tongue as his eyes widened rushing out of the room to bang on Jongho's door urgently, you couldn't hear what was said or whether Jongho was even in there your ears too tuned in to the sound of a lid clicking open and cold liquid hitting your puckered arsehole.

"I'm going to fuck this juicy little pussy until you scream then I'm going to fuck your arse until you can't remember anything but my cock" Hongjoong whispered linging his tip up with your entrance and pushing in slowly. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled you every vein on his dick rubbing perfectly against your velvet walls.

"Holy shit" Jongho groaned stopping just inside the doorway of the bedroom his face flushing instantly as he watched his captain slowly fucking into you you hands tied below you.

"Move" Wooyoung grunted pushing past Jongho to return the desk chair he was watching you from "Grab a chair or get out already".

"Focus on me only on how good I'm fucking you" Hongjoong demanded his voice low as his index finger started circling the tight ring of muscle pushing and probing gently as he worked you open slowly his hips snapping hard against you as he thrust his length as far deep as you could take him.

"Yes, yes only you Joongie" you sighed the pleasure in your core slowly building as he continued to hit your g spot with each movement.

"You're really going to let hyung take her like that?" Jongho moaned, his sweats pulled down his hand already pumping his cock. Wooyoung just grunted the sound almost guttural as he pulled his cock back out of his boxers. You couldn't help the whine that left your lips the sound so needy and pathetic that once again your boyfriend groaned the sound broken in his throat by the speed of his hand.

Pushing a second finger into you Hongjoong carefully scissored his fingers to help with the stretch you were still relaxed since his cock was continuing to brush against your favorite spot that made you see fireworks but when he pushed the third finger in you tensed making him snap his hips faster forcing his tip to kiss your cervix with each movement which in turn made your head spin. Your pleasure from your core spreading and burning in your veins until your walls began tightening around him.

"Be a good girl and cum on my dick" Hongjoong ordered his voice firm, his cock continuing to pump into you deeply "Now". You almost screamed as your walls pulsed around him, your back going rigid and your legs shaking so hard you thought you were going to fall but Hongjoong kept you in place thrusting shallowly into you to prolong your high. "Such a good girl for this first part".

Pulling his fingers and his still hard cock from you Hongjoong let you collapse onto the bed breathing hard as he urged you to roll onto your side leaving you facing your boyfriend and Jongho. Hongjoong gently lifted your leg leaving your glistening and swollen pussy on full display before he filled your still quivering cunt with a vibrator which made you arch your back and cry out incoherently overstimulation making your walls pulse around the toy. Not letting you adjust he slowly pushed himself into your tight ring, the stretch from his thickness and feeling of overwhelming fullness bringing tears to your waterline.

“Color?” Hongjoong breathed hesitating before sinking himself completely inside you.

“Fuck. HongJoong. Green” you slurred feeling lightheaded as your overstimulation began to once again turn into the slow burning of pleasure.

“So fucking tight” Hongjoong cursed sinking himself in completely before pulling almost all the way out and snapping his hips back into you. Your high pitched keen filled the room as your whole body jostled with every thrust of his hips. You could hear Jongho’s heavy breathing followed by the short broken whines that your boyfriend always made as he got closer to his release.

“Jongho get over here” Hongjoong hoarsely demanded pointing to the spot in front of you “Stick your cock in her mouth to keep her quiet”. Jongho froze, turning his gaze to Wooyoung who had tipped his head back with pleasure and didn’t even seem to register his hyung’s voice then to you. You opened your mouth letting your tongue loll out giving him all the permission he needed to kneel in front of you on the bed and begin rubbing his heavy member on your tongue slowly fucking into your throat while you gasped.

“I’m gonna… Shit” Wooyoung yelped urgently, his voice trembling as he tried to control himself.

“Better get over here to paint your pretty girlfriend” Hongjoong rasped his hips snapped harder chasing his own need as you began almost vibrating around him your muscles taught as your own orgasm neared between Hongjoong and the vibrator in your cunt you could stop the tight coil from snapping suddenly a long muffled moan erupting from your throat around Jongho’s cock making a broken mewl fall from his lips as thick ropes of cum shot into your throat gagging you swallowed everything you could as your vision went white you eyes rolling back. Hongjoong deep depraved hiss all you could focus on as his hips stuttered and you felt his hot seed fill you and your boyfriends splatter your breasts.

“Fuck” Jongho panted swallowing hard “That was unexpected”.

“That was intense” Wooyoung sighed, his breath coming out in deep gasps “Fuck I love you baby”.

“You did so wonderful for me” Hongjoong whispered to you slowly removing the vibrator and himself from your fucked out body. You blinked at him slowly, too shattered to speak, the corners of your lips turning up. “Let me get you something to clean you up with and take care of you huh?”.

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coco-loco-nut · 7 months ago

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pairing: logan sargeant x reader

summary: you aren’t sure if you want to destroy his car or take him home with you

a/n: most of this was written late at night and not proofread. love y’all, thanks for answering the poll, that was fun. might do it again

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You enter your usual Miami haunt with your friends, one mission in mind. Your lilac skirt fits your like a glove, showing off your legs and curves. It was Logan’s favorite.

Logan was an asshole, he knows it, ever since he broke up with you last year. He’s been keeping tabs on your socials recently, knowing this is where you go when you are in Miami instead of Fort Lauderdale. He brought Oscar with him as moral support, they stand at the bar, laughing over some bubbly drink.

Your eyes scan the club as you walk in, slightly pausing when you recognize the blonde guy staring at you from the bar, you can tell when someone wants you. Instead, you train your eyes on some guy on the dance floor, sending him a flirty smile and joining him for a dance or two, giving Logan a chance to pull himself together before going in. He can’t help but tell Oscar how good you look. The trap has been sprung. You are going to get Logan back. Whether romantically or by revenge, you weren’t sure.

You walk over to the bar, pretending to have not noticed the pair, standing one seat over.

“Tequila shot,” you order and Logan takes his chance.

“Add two more and put it on my tab,” Logan tells the bartender, Oscar gags a little, but doesn’t protest. You give Logan a look he can’t decipher, but you slide into the seat beside them.

“Thanks,” you say, the awkward small talk between the three of you filling the time as you wait for the shots. Logan salts his wrist for his shot. You grab his wrist, lick it, and throw back the shot. Oscar barely suppresses his laugh as you turn to go back to the dance floor. Logan quickly throws back the shot and follows you. Your friends find Oscar and chat, the group curious to see how this pans out.

“Y/n,” Logan catches your wrist, you act like you don’t care about him, but you can see the whispers in his eyes searching if you still love him. It breaks your cold heart a little. “Don’t be mad, please. I never wanted to hurt you,” he says, trying to win you back.

“I’m like your fucking car. You steered me into the fucking ditch then ran off,” you say after a second, turning back towards the crowd, he just pulls you closer.

“I’m so sorry. I hate myself for that,” he admits, you ignore him, dancing to the beat, not pushing him away but not encouraging him to dance with you either. Just when things are feeling too comfortable, you walk away in the direction of the bathrooms. Logan follows.

“Will you give me a chance?” he asks, the music quiet in the background. ‘God, he’s so fucking fine’ you think to yourself. The lighting doing everything right, the shadows enhance his jawline but his eyes shine bright.

“I haven’t decided yet,” your eyes revealing more than you intended. He can see the hurt and love in them. You aren’t sure if you want to curse him out or bring him home.

“What can I do,” he grabs your hands.

“I don’t know. I’m between being your wife or smashing your car,” you say, steeling yourself. Logan is thinking twice, unsure if he was ever yours or was never not yours. Logan pulls your closer, kissing you. Your body automatically responds to him. letting him pull you close.

“You’re mine,” you whisper, the temptation to both flip him off or pull him into the bathroom strong. He follows you back to the dance floor, you can feel the tension and chemistry coming back, electricity humming in the way you dance together. It’s like pressing a reset button, becoming something new. Oscar and your friends left a while ago, knowing the two of you were determined to leave here together from the start.

You tell the cab the address of your Miami apartment. Every moment that passes sees the hurt and past fade to gray.

“Pick your poison, I’m poison either way,” you had told Logan earlier, he chose you anyway, the both of you wanting to play with the broken pieces of your former relationship.

He pushes you against the wall, kissing you passionately.

“Before we do this, where do you stand? If we go ahead, there is no turning back,” Logan stops, needing to know that you belong to him again, you already know he belongs to you.

“I hate you but I love you just the same. I’m gonna get you back,” you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, a feral need for him growing.

It wasn’t a surprise to Logan’s friends when you showed up to the Miami paddock later that week.

What was a surprise was the ring around your finger, one that matches the one around Logan’s.

“What the hell?” Oscar asks, a smile on his face.

“I’m not going to let her go again,” Logan looks down at you with a smile.

“I chose to love him till the end, luckily for Sauber,” you joke, referencing the team who decided to take a chance on Logan and help him develop.

“I’m happy for you two,” Oscar says, happy to see his best friend happy. Everyone but your parents were happy for you, the parents were just mad you got married without them there.

“I am too, but I will take it out on his car if he hurts me again,” you tell Oscar, joking but not joking. Logan just holds you closer. You both told each other about your plans to get each back, it caused a lot of laughter.

“That’s my wife,” he grins proudly. Oscar shakes his head at his friends.

“You did what!” Alex runs over to the two of you. “Where was my invite? Oh, glad to have you back Y/n, Lily missed you,” Alex says, as the two of you just laugh.

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logansargeant it was all by design ❤️

oscarpiastri not letting the two of you go back to a club, Y/n will end up pregnant or something

y/friend1 you both took getting each other back a little too seriously. this is why i love you

user1 hold up, since when were mom and dad back together??

user2 AND MARRIED??

y/friend2 you really went to the club heartbroken and left ready to get married😭 ilysm

alexalbon they are so unserious 😭

sauberf1 when did this happen? LOGAN??? we’re not mad. pick up your phone

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theurgists · 11 months ago

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⋆｡‧₊°♱༺ THE MOTHER ROAD ༻♱༉‧₊˚.

aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: the night of your bedding ceremony leaves you destroyed in more ways than one.

warnings: 18+ ( minors please do not interact ), a bit of angst, slight dub!con, a little smut if you squint, loss of virginity, p in v, bedding ceremony ( witnesses ), not proof-read

a/n: first installment of 'birth of violence' as well as first ever work for hotd. i’ve been lingering in the background and slowly dipping my toes in the fandom again so bear with me if anything seems incorrect here. house baratheon is mentioned a couple of times. not sure if this was really going in the dub!con direction but the warning is there nonetheless :)

You were used to the cold; the iciness that frosted the ground in thick layers during the colder seasons, seeping through furs and weaving itself between the joints. It numbs, comforts, and soothes — leaving frostbitten fingers, and an empty stomach coiled tightly in knots.

The sensation was no stranger; on the contrary, it was someone you knew all too well in all the forms it had come to you.

Goddess flesh in the shape of cracking bones, and skin peeling from slain muscle, an aura of deceitfulness to follow. She haunted when lashes fluttered shut, skin between brows creasing in concentration in an attempt to rid of the horrors constantly plaguing states of unconsciousness – creeping in the dark corners, hidden by glistening torchlight.

But, when she revealed herself, instead of waning, she grew; bubbling beneath the surface, tingling your spine so that it raised gooseflesh. At times, a dim glimmer of hope shone in the cavity of your chest, protected from the harsh realities this plane of existence had to offer.

The world burns at your feet, yet you remain unignited.

Even now, as you lay unclothed atop white linens, tears pricking your eyes, jaw tight, and body shaking with utmost humiliation, she loomed. You had wished she shielded you instead; from the unity of this marriage for allegiance, from the high lords and ladies that had crowded behind the curtains of your bedding chamber.

But hadn’t she helped you? Hadn’t she made you senseless to this . . . robbery to come out victorious once your duty had been fulfilled? Once the stain of your snatched virtue decorated the sheets?

It was a thought that flitted across the crevices of your mind, eyes clouded with fear, hazed from Dornish crimson wine consumed during the wedding ceremony — your wedding ceremony. Oh, how you wished so desperately then that you were back near the southeastern shores — embroidering with your septa — the woman who had taught you how to be a lady ever since your bones ached from growing.

Once a child, now a woman. Once a child, now a woman. Your lips parted to utter those words to yourself silently, hands grasping at the crinkled sheets beneath you.

“Will them away.”

Snapping your head between your clenched legs, you swallow, taking in the figure before you. “I’m sorry?”

Blinking rapidly, you sunk lower into the mattress, wishing it would swallow you whole before you could get on with this act with the man whom you were forced to call husband. Such a strange title for someone you had come to know only through whispers across Storm’s End alone; hushed whispers seeping through hands that hadn’t been cupped around ears tight enough.

He moves slowly, long limbs splayed out on either side of you, violet eye locked to your face as his head dips. “No one else is here.” He whispers, lips a breath away from yours. “Just me and you, ābrazȳrys.”

You can’t help the small, shaky sigh that escapes your once-closed mouth as slivers of bright tendrils tickle your face, raising the hairs on your arms. Not trusting the constant thump that sounded throughout your ears, you nodded stiffly, the bile of earlier devoured supper threatening to surface in your esophagus.

With a rigid spine, you inched backward, head cushioned by the mass of pillows piling the expanse of the bed. A sudden pressure made itself known behind your eyes, a rush of tears awaiting to embarrass you further than what you had already endured tonight.

His reassuring words caressed your skin, albeit doing little to quell the sickness, sloshing the digesting wine inside you. Aemond Targaryen was a man who was capable of many things, but you did not believe that genuine kindness was one of them. Nor would you ever.

As a young girl, you had read stories that would’ve gotten you clapped upside the head if they were ever discovered in the confines of your chambers—inked writings of erotic experiences littering parchment front to back.

You had always been a greedy reader, opting to take in as much as you could learn between pages rather than by the hands of those around you. When you turned into a woman-grown — gone was your stubbornness — your fight dissipated the more you learned to clamp down on your loose tongue, drawing a copper taste onto your tastebuds despite yourself.

It was one of the reasons why you had found yourself in King's Landing, why the hands of a kinslayer were skimming the curvature of your waist, fingertips dancing on the bare flesh below your ribcage soon after.

He was dousing you with his shared sin. This was not the way you wished to be loved.

The muscles in your stomach involuntarily clench at his touch, hands stiff and straight at your sides now, fingers wriggling together as a means to distract yourself; shaking when he flicks his thumb over your nipple.

You’re forced to snap your eyes in his direction, lashes clustered, wet with tears that left trails in their wake.

It didn’t matter one bit if you looked as pathetic as you felt. You had come to that conclusion long ago; the minute he had showed up to the Stormlands asking your father for your hand in marriage.

Borros Baratheon had always thought of you as a spare — with your older sister — Cassandra being the most favored out of the six of his kin. So it was astonishing when a dragon took a sudden interest in the likes of a stag.

How delicate. How . . . fiendish.

His voice was a whisper among many in the fluid of your skull, lips pressed against the shell of your heated ear. “Are you well?”

The question had the one-eyed prince pursing his lips, he reprimanded himself for his slick tongue. It was obvious you were naught but petrified.

He was going to defile you, and it would be something he would find no pleasure in; of that he was certain.

The sniffle you gave along with a curt nod of your head was enough, as his slender fingers had suddenly appeared at your cheek, wiping away at stray saltwater littering the apples of your warm cheeks.

Your chest expanded, wide enough that you were now chest-to-chest with him. Aemond wasn’t as stocky as the men you were usually surrounded by; naught more than tall, arms not packed with muscles of hard labor, but moreover bone with subtle definition you could easily learn to appreciate if the circumstances were different.

The sensation of his heart pounding against your sternum only intensified when said hand disappeared between your bodies to palm at his throbbing cock, guiding it against your slick folds.

If you weren’t choking on your self-pity, you’d find a way to resist with your words rather than slap your clammy palm against his bicep, the uneven ridges of your nails digging into the flesh. Aemond winced slightly at your tell, eyebrows furrowing at your wide eyes.

“‘M scared.” Words lower than the quietest of whispers reached his ears, something he’d will himself to etch between the tissue of his brain with thick twine.

Aemond Targaryen found immense joy when he’d spot trepidation contorting the features of those he deemed beneath him — which was most — if truths were being brought under the scorching sun. But, this time his stomach could only roll over in knots at your helplessness; something all too familiar to him.

He had experienced it on the Street of Silk back when he was ten-and-three with Aegon hot on heels. His first time had been with a whore, a woman far much older than he. Desperately struggling to place his mind elsewhere, Aemond ultimately failed the task and found himself hunched over in a nearby alley soon after.

He could still feel the crack of the outer foundation of the brothel as he dug his fingers into its dirt-ridden cracks — heaving, inhaling — a cycle of panic forcing itself down his throat. When Aegon had found him, he had clapped a hand on his back and laughed madly, lips smacking together as they clipped away at the rest of innocence within the younger.

Perhaps that was why the small fragment in his heart that cradled a place for his dear older brother was black with rot.

In his hesitation, it seemed you had already succumbed to your fate as your nose crinkled, a rapid nod of the head to follow. “Please.”

Your approval was broken and utterly defeated as you looked. It made his blood run cold; the dragon fire that had given him his birthright cooling.

“I-“ With the sentence long forgotten in his throat, Aemond’s lips had curled in a deep frown, as you stared at him.

Your eyes were blurry with another onslaught of tears, hands raising to frantically wipe at them with your palms, digging the heels of them as far as they could go to remove any trace of your weeping.

He was sure that if you had dug them any deeper, they would have disappeared into the depths of your sockets

Although you were certain that those standing behind the thin linen sheet had held no sense of sorrow for your fate, a part of you wished at least one person had. That before you had grabbed his length and eased it inside of you, someone had yanked back the only means of privacy you had and gotten you out of there.

Alas, you had no savior. Not your four other sisters, nor your cunt lord of a father whose last words to you were to be a good wife. Not even Alicent, who had seemed to have the lowest of tolerances for a frail girl like you bringing forth heirs. New grandsons, and granddaughters for her to dote over.

“They will be as delicate as their mother.” She complimented, a small bite to her spoken words. You were smart enough to know it was backhanded, as she thought you weak, feeble the minute her warm, motherly hands had grasped your shaking ones.

A gasp had left you at the sudden intrusion, the slight pinch of your body being practically split in half causing your lids to screw shut.

Aemond gently pushed at your hand still circling his cock, leaving you with no option other than to ball it tightly at your side. With a slow buck of his hips, he inches forward, hoping to make a home in your cunt, and you clench around him involuntarily: breathe warm and hot as he lets his eye flutter shut.

The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt in all your years on this plane of existence, and it causes a shudder to wrack your entire being so violently, that you can’t help the sob that escapes you. It mixes in the thick air, heating the flesh of your cheeks even further, bringing the blood in your veins to boil over.

Something is stirring deep within the pits of your belly, twisting – shaping itself as tightly as it can before it can be unwound, foreign but not as uninviting as you had expected it to be.

It was much more pleasant. So much so, that as Aemond continued his steady, agonizingly slow thrusts, you found that your toes would curl slightly, ridges of teeth indenting the plump flesh of your bottom lip, and content sighs leaving your lungs in quiet intervals.

The pad of a thumb brushes against your tear-stricken face, slowly easing its way down to your jaw before coming to a stop at the fullness of your mouth.

A skip of silence simmering in slight hesitancy does nothing to stop the rapidness of your heart; the way it palpated when a ‘May I kiss you?’ came out of his parted lips.

Was he asking your consent to ease his conscience due to snatching you away from your home? Or was he asking because it was the last thing you’d be able to give your opinion upon?

It was a fickle thought. One that you quickly realized you were overanalyzing when his knuckle curved to lift your head.

“Yes.”

And so his lips pressed against yours with fervor, as if he’d been deprived of touch his entire life. There was warmth swirling around your tongue when he had delved into the warmth wetness that made up your mouth, all the while jutting his hips forward.

Aemond’s breath is caught by your mouth as he sighs, peppering kisses down your chin, and over your throat soon after.

There’s no trace of confidence within you the second your hands weave through his long tresses, tugging slightly as his tongue follows the trail his mouth had made.

He stills near your collarbone and hums, sending a shiver pinching down the expanse of your back, legs rubbing against his hips.

“Is this what you want?”

The frost is back, starting at the tips of your fingers this time as they stop near the base of his neck, shaking from the suddenness of his question.

Is this what you wanted? To submit yourself to a role within Kings Landing in the Red Keep as a princess? A woman to hang over her husband's arm, the stronghold of this alliance between House Baratheon and House Targaryen.

You were supposed to be the epitome of strength.

So strong is what you would be.

Even if it shaped you into something you could no longer recognize.

“I’m sure.”

And for a second your words rang true.

Just for now.

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen angst #house of the dragon aemond

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iamumbra195 · 1 year ago

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Random One Piece incorrect quotes cause I'm bored

Some of these are modern au though

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

*Sanji's not there*

Usopp: HELP! I TOLD LUFFY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Zoro, pouring alcohol directly into a cereal bowl:

Zoro: And you thought I could help?

...

Luffy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nami : Wasn't Zoro with you?

Zoro: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised

...

Law: I trust Mugiwara-ya.

Penguin: You think he knows what he's doing?

Law: I wouldn't go that far.

...

Sabo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Ace, confused: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Sabo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Luffy: edible

...

Nami: We need to get through this locked door. Usopp, give me your credit card.

Usopp: Here.

Nami, pocketing it: Thanks. Luffy, kick down the door.

...

Chopper: You know those things will kill you, right?

Zoro, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Sanji, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Luffy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

...

Robin: Why is Luffy so sad?

Nami: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Robin: And...?

Nami: He got Buggy

*Zoro cackling in the background

...

Zoro: Self care is actually getting into fights with randos in dark alleys.

Nami: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Kin'emon, trying to be poetic: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Usopp: Lmao self care is taking Luffy's birthday meat cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Luffy: If you touch my meat cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Sanji, losing his mind: WHY IS THERE FROSTING ON MEAT?

...

Franky, about Jinbe: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Robin: Are we stealing them?

Brook: New or used?

Franky, cackling: Wonderful responses, both of you.

...

Smoker: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Sanji: Shit.

Usopp: Wait, three?

Smoker: Yeah?

Nami: OH MY GOD ZORO FELL OFF!!!

...

Kin'emon: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.

Ashura: Is it me?

Kin'emon: No, it’s not you.

Denjiro: Is it me, Kin?

Kin'emon: It’s not you either.

Kanjuro: Is it me, Kin'emon?

Kin'emon, bleeding from several debilitating injuries:

Kin'emon, mockingly: Is IT mE kiN'eMOn?

...

Usopp: Can I be frank with you guys?

Luffy, confused: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Chopper: Can I still be Chopper?

Franky, snickering: Shh, let Frank speak.

...

Sabo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Koala: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Sabo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROBIN-CHAN WITH ME

Hack, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

...

Law, walking into his submarine: Hello, people who do not belong here.

Zoro: Hey.

Sanji: Hi.

Robin: Hello.

Chopper: Hey!

Law: I gave you my vivre card for emergencies only!

Luffy, grinning: We were out of meat.

...

Sanji: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Luffy, drinking meat: Why do you say that?

...

Zoro: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nami: I only take cash or credit.

...

Koala: Why are you on the floor?

Sabo: I'm depressed.

Sabo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ivankov, please.

...

Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

*everyone looks ay Karasu

Karasu: What? How am I supposed to know?

Lindbergh: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Karasu: *sighs*

Karasu: You wouldn't be trapped

...

Vivi: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Nami: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Vivi: Yes!

Usopp: ... I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

...

Usopp: WHY. why did you give Luffy a KNIFE?!

Zoro, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.

Usopp: Now I feel unsafe!

Zoro: ... would you like a knife?

...

Dragon: What did you do with the target's body?

Sabo : What didn’t I do with the body?

Dragon:

Sabo: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

...

Luffy, texting Ace: Ace! Help I’m being kidnapped

Ace: Where are you?

Luffy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Ace: I’ll call Gramps.

Garp, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Ace: Where’s Luffy? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.

Garp: Luffy? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-

Garp, who shaved his head:

Garp: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Garp: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Luffy: WHO ARE YOU?!

...

*Ace, Sabo and Luffy sitting in jail together*

Sabo: So who should we call?

Ace: I’d call Gramps, but I feel safer in jail

...

Roger: Garp, my old arch enemy.

Garp: ... I thought I was your only arch enemy?

Roger: I have a life outside of you, Garp

...

Zoro: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Luffy: The cow???

Zoro: What?

Sanji: *disgusted shudder* LUFFY, W H Y?

...

Usopp: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion berry?

Zoro: Nami can stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house and erase my debt

Luffy: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 billion.

Zoro: Good thinking.

...

Kin'emon: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Denjiro: You were flirting with O'Tsuru.

Kin'emon: So what? She's my wife.

Denjiro: You asked her if she were single.

Kin'emon:

Denjiro: And then you cried when she said she wasn't

...

Marco: What time is it?

Ace: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Ace: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Izou: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Ace, proudly: It’s 2 am

...

Luffy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Law: You people already know too much about me.

Kidd: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

...

Sabo, an enabler: Tell Ace about the birds and the bees.

Luffy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

...

Brook: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

...

Zoro: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

...

Law: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Bepo: Captain, no.

...

Law: Nothing in life is free.

Chopper: Love is free!

Luffy: Adventure is free!

Robin: Knowledge is free.

Nami: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

...

Usopp: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Luffy will and will not eat.

Franky: Grass? Yes!

Usopp: Moss? Yes!!

Franky: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Usopp: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Franky: Worms? Sometimes!

Usopp: Rocks? Usually nah.

Franky: Twigs? Usually!

Usopp: Zoro's cooking? Inconclusive!

Chopper: How did you… test this?

Usopp: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Chopper: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Nami: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?

Robin: What about humans? He tried to eat Crocodile once

Everyone: ...

Usopp: I think I might be too afraid to ask

(Someone pls draw this one XD)

...

Betty: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Koala: *turning to Sabo* How tall are you?

...

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

That's it, this took forever to write lol

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liyliths · 2 months ago

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౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

summary: will byers was announced deceased, and now your friend barb is officially missing. steve is a grade a asshole and breaks jonathan byers camera, how fun! the figure you saw in the woods and in your nightmares ends up in one of the photographs jonathan took, leaving suspicion that will is alive, and barb is in danger. maybe hawkins is cursed after all!

“Watch out for that freak,” Steve called over his shoulder, jerking his thumb back toward Jonathan. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N hissed, stepping into Steve’s path and shoving him hard in the chest. Her eyes blazed with fury, searching the boy’s face for answers. Steve staggered back a step, surprised. “Oh-ho! Watch out for Ms. Prissy,” Tommy snickered, his arm slung around Carol, who blew a bubble with her gum she smacked on, watching with a gleeful expression. It’s almost like they were born to be assholes. Y/N ignored them, her glare fixed on Steve. “That ‘freak’ over there was just minding his own damn business! And you just had to destroy his stuff for no reason? Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Steve raised an eyebrow, his expression turning cold. “That freak was stalking us. He took pictures of us at my party last weekend. Photos of us in the pool, in my house—from my backyard. Creepy, don’t you think?”

pairings: steve harrington x reader

warnings: mention of death, missing persons, cursing, and season one steve lol

word count: 4k

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The night enveloped Hopper’s trailer in a suffocating darkness, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the TV in the living room. Y/N sat on the couch, her sketchbook open on her lap, with her hand moving almost mechanically as she tried to lose herself in her drawing. Reality was becoming all too overwhelming—the sweet boy Will Byers was still missing, and Barbra was nowhere to be found. The murmur of the TV served as a background hum, a flimsy barrier against the overwhelming dread.

“Breaking news,” a voice from the TV cut through the regular hum of the news channel, snapping Y/N out of her reverie. She glanced up from her sketchbook, pausing her movements, her heart already pounding harshly in her chest.

“This is live, reporting from the local Sattler's Quarry. The missing child, Will Byers, has been found deceased here in the quarry. Police suspect—”

Y/N’s heart plummeted to her feet, her eyes widening in complete shock. Guilt rushed straight to her stomach, making her feel nauseous. She stared at the screen, unable to process the words she heard. That sweet boy she had just met, in this quiet, small town—was dead?

She was the last person Will was with, the last person that was responsible for him.

And she was the reason he was never coming back to his family.

“Y/N?” The trailer door creaked open behind the girl, a familiar voice cutting through the heavy silence in the dimly lit home. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Hopper's gruff voice. She turned, her eyes meeting his weary gaze.

"Hopper?" Her voice shook.

The police chief stepped into the trailer, his presence bringing a sense of both comfort and foreboding. "I'm sorry, kid," he mumbled, his voice heavy with regret.

"I came here as fast as I could to check in on you." He added as Y/N's breath caught in her throat, searching Hopper's expression for any sign of hope, if somehow, maybe this was all wrong—maybe Will was still alive.

"Is he really gone?" Her voice cracked, with tears threatening to spill over.

Hopper's eyes softened, his usual air of authority momentarily faltering in the face of the girl’s raw emotion. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Uncertainty gnawed at him, his usual confidence shaken by the weight of the situation.

Hawkins was a normal, small, quiet town, but now—it’ll never feel the same.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

The interior of Hopper’s trailer was dimly lit by the early morning light filtering through the thin curtains. The clock on the wall read 6:29 AM, and the smell of coffee lingered in the air, a comforting but slight reminder of normalcy amid the chaos.

Y/N stirred in her sleep, waking up—startled by the sound of her alarm sounding off. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes, then turned off her alarm, trying to shake off the lingering dread weighing down on her. The events of the previous night, the news about Will Byers's death—are still fresh in her mind, and it feels like they’ll never leave.

She threw off the bed covers and swung her legs over the side of her bed, the cool wooden floor sending a shiver up her spine. With a shaky sigh, she stood up and tracked toward the kitchen, hoping a quick breakfast would help clear her mind. As she stepped into the kitchen, she noticed Hopper’s coat and hat were gone—he’d already left for work.

Definitely busy.

The TV was still on from the night before, the volume low, displaying the morning news. The girl went to the fridge, grabbed a carton of milk, and poured herself a bowl of cereal. The monotonous sound of the news anchor’s voice provided a backdrop to her routine, while Y/N sat down at the small kitchen table, stirring her cereal absent-mindedly as she listened to the news.

"In our main unfolding story, the body of Will Byers, a local boy who went missing earlier this week, was found last night in the Sattler Quarry. Authorities are still investigating the circumstances surrounding his death."

Y/N’s heart ached at the mention of Will, the guilt still lingering in her heart. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to forgive herself, the situation seemed to shake the entire town. The girl took a bite of her cereal, trying to push her thoughts away, considering turning off the TV for the morning. She couldn’t take anymore.

"And in a developing story, a Hawkins High student, Barbara Holland, has been reported missing. Authorities are urging anyone with information to come forward."

The spoon Y/N was holding clattered out of her hand, milk splashing onto the table. Her blood ran cold as she stared at the TV screen from the kitchen table, which now shows a picture of Barb’s school photo. First Will, and now Barb is officially missing?

Y/N finished her breakfast quickly with what she could stomach and got ready for school, her mind racing. As she rushed out the front door, she grabbed her shoulder bag, making sure her sketchbook was inside. She’d been sketching the things she’d seen and dreamt about, and maybe—just maybe—there’s a clue hidden in her sketches.

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

The bike ride to school felt like a blur. Y/N moved with the flow of students, her eyes downcast, trying to ignore the whispers and sidelong glances thrown her way. She knew what they were all thinking. First Will Byers, now Barbra Holland. Two kids were missing from this town, and Y/N knew both of them. The weight of reality settled heavily on the girl’s shoulders, making every step feel like treading through thick mud.

She reached her locker, her fingers fumbling with the combination lock, her mind too scattered to focus. Just as she managed to open it, a voice cut through the noise around her.

“Y/N, have you seen the news?” Nancy’s sudden voice was tight with worry, her eyebrows knit together, and Y/N turned to see her friend standing there—her eyes wide, face pale. She didn't look good.

Y/N felt a pang of relief upon seeing Nancy. She nodded slowly as she turned to her locker, glancing at the mirror she’d hung inside, catching her own reflection. She didn't look much better than her friend—her under-eye circles were darker than usual, and her eyes looked heavy with exhaustion.

“Yeah, I saw it,” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The hallway seemed to close in around the pair, almost as if everyone was leaning in to catch their conversation.

Nancy glanced around, noticing the curious eyes of their classmates. She stepped closer, lowering her voice to a near whisper. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, her voice shaking. “First Will, and now Barb? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Y/N bit her lip and felt a knot form in her stomach. “What if…” She paused, unsure if she should continue.

“What if whatever happened to Will... happened to Barb too?” She asked, the thought chilling her to the bone.

Nancy’s eyes darted around again, ensuring no one was listening. “I don't know... I saw something last night, Y/N. Something... strange,” she said, her voice barely audible over the din of the hallway. “But I can’t talk about it here. I'll talk to you about it after school, okay?

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding. “Okay,” she agreed, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. She glanced around at the other students, all seemingly oblivious to the weight of the entire situation.

“After school,” she repeated, trying to focus on the promise of answers, however vague, that Nancy was offering.

Nancy nodded back, her blue eyes intense. “We’ll figure this out,” she promised. “Whatever’s going on... we’ll get to the bottom of it. We’ll get Barb back.”

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

The bell echoed throughout Hawkins High, ending the school day that seemed to drag on longer than usual. Y/N made quick, rushed footsteps out of her last hour, saying farewell to her teacher, and tracking toward the parking lot. The girl followed the crowd of peers through the school doors, looking around for her friend Nancy, but instead—spot Steve Harrington and his group of friends, along with Jonathan Byers.

That couldn’t mean anything good.

The parking lot was busy—school buses traveled around to pick students up to go home, with others driving or biking to their houses. Hawkins Middle School was across the street from the high school, with some middle schoolers walking to the high school parking lot for rides from their siblings or older friends. It was a cloudy day, with a windy breeze sending chills down Y/N’s spine.

Y/N watched from a distance as Steve’s group gathered around Jonathan, who was trying to exit the situation. Tommy, the freckled boy, yanked Jonathan’s shoulder bag as he walked, stopping him in his tracks. A surge of anger flared up inside Y/N. Why were they picking on him? Especially now, with everything he was going through?

She saw Steve take Jonathan’s bag from Tommy, rifling through its contents while the rest of the group snickered. Carol stood by, a smug smile on her lips, and there was another girl with them—a dark redhead Y/N had seen around the school, usually with a camera. Probably in the photography club.

Y/N’s heart sank as she saw Steve pull out a handful of photographs. From a distance, she couldn’t make out what they were—but she knew they were Jonathan’s. The boy reached out desperately, but Steve held them just out of reach, taunting him before tearing the photos in half, his friends laughing around him. Y/N’s blood boiled. She started marching over, fury written all over her face.

Steve, finishing with the photos, dug into Jonathan’s bag again and pulled out a camera. Y/N quickened her pace, watching in horror as Steve inspected it for a moment, then let it slip from his hand, shattering against the pavement with a sickening crunch. Jonathan fell to his knees, scrambling to pick up the broken pieces. Y/N’s hands clenched into fists. She’d seen enough.

As she stormed towards the scene, Steve and his friends were already walking away, heading toward the school building. He spotted her approaching, a smug look crossing his face.

“Watch out for that freak,” Steve called over his shoulder, jerking his thumb back toward Jonathan.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N hissed, stepping into Steve’s path and shoving him hard in the chest. Her eyes blazed with fury, searching the boy’s face for answers.

Steve staggered back a step, surprised. “Oh-ho! Watch out for Ms. Prissy,” Tommy snickered, his arm slung around Carol, who blew a bubble with her gum she smacked on, watching with a gleeful expression.

It’s almost like they were born to be assholes.

Y/N ignored them, her glare fixed on Steve. “That ‘freak’ over there was just minding his own damn business! And you just had to destroy his stuff for no reason? Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

Steve raised an eyebrow, his expression turning cold. “That freak was stalking us. He took pictures of us at my party last weekend. Photos of us in the pool, in my house—from my backyard. Creepy, don’t you think?”

Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “What, did he catch you hooking up with your ex?” She shot back, recalling the rumors she’d overheard in the hallway.

Steve’s smug facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of panic showed in his eyes, blinking—trying to process what the girl just said. “How do you know about that?” He demanded, his voice rising slightly.

“It’s no secret, Harrington. Word gets around fast in this school,” Y/N said, her tone cold. “But that doesn’t give you the right to trash someone’s stuff, especially not someone who’s dealing with as much as Jonathan is.”

Steve’s face hardened again, masking his surprise. “Whatever. He’s still a freak and a stalker,” he said dismissively. “I’ve got a game to get to. Try not to get too upset, alright?” He shoved past Y/N, bumping into her shoulder, with Tommy and Carol following with mocking grins.

Y/N rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as she turned back to help Jonathan, but someone grabbed her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you doing? I thought we were biking home together,” Nancy said, her voice laced with impatience.

Y/N turned to face her friend, frustration in her eyes. She gestured toward Steve and his group walking away, then to Jonathan, who was kneeling on the pavement, gathering the torn pieces of his photos and the shattered remains of his camera. Understanding dawned on Nancy’s face, and she followed Y/N over to the boy.

“Hey,” Y/N spoke gently, crouching down beside Jonathan. Her tone softened, seeing the distress in his eyes.

“I’m sorry about what they did. It was messed up.” She began picking up the torn photos scattered around him on the pavement. Nancy joined her, and the two girls silently offered their support.

Jonathan gave a small nod of thanks, his voice flat but appreciative. “Yeah, thanks,” he mumbled, stuffing the pieces of the ruined photos into his bag.

As Y/N gathered up the torn fragments, one caught her eye. She froze, narrowing her eyes to make out the shape in the darkness. Her heart skipped a beat. She recognized it instantly—tall, monstrous, just like the figure she’d seen in her dream that is sketched in her notebook.

“Jonathan,” Y/N called out, holding up the piece of the photograph. “Can you zoom in on this? Is there any way to make it clearer?”

Jonathan looked up, confused by her urgency. “Uh… like enlarge it? I don’t know, why?” He was hesitant, his hand hovering over the piece.

“Steve told me what you did,” Y/N announced quickly, trying to keep her voice steady. “And I get it. I do, but that doesn’t matter right now. I just need to see this up close. Please,” She handed the photo to him, her eyes pleading.

Nancy leaned in, peering over Y/N’s shoulder at the fragment. As she got a closer look, her face paled, and her expression shifted to one of dread.

“That’s what I needed to tell you, Y/N,” Nancy said, her voice low, hesitating before she began speaking.

“Yesterday, I went looking for Barb in the woods. I thought I saw a bear at first, but it wasn’t right… And whatever it was—I think it looked like that.”

Jonathan stared at the piece, realization dawning on him. He swallowed harshly, his voice almost a whisper. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but… my mom’s been saying things. Describing something… like this. She thinks—she thinks this is what took Will.”

Jonathan glanced up at Y/N and Nancy, hesitating for a moment. “And I think I’m starting to believe her…”

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐛

The heavy metal door of the high school’s red room creaked open, revealing a dimly lit space bathed in the eerie red glow of the safelights. Jonathan stepped inside, holding the door open for Nancy and Y/N to follow. Y/N clutched her shoulder bag, thinking about how she’d always been interested in photography but never had access to it—she was deeply fascinated, examining her surroundings.

Inside, the walls were painted a deep, absorbing black, which made the red light even more intense. Posters of famous photographs and student work covered the walls, some curling at the edges and held up by pushpins.

The room was small and cramped, with barely enough space for more than a handful of people. Several workstations lined the walls, each equipped with an enlarger, trays for developing prints, and an assortment of tools scattered in what appeared to be organized chaos.

"Over here," Jonathan spoke quietly, leading the girls to his workstation. He placed the torn piece of the photograph under the enlarger and turned it on, casting a bright light onto the surface. As Jonathan began his work, the two girls looked at each other, worry painting their faces.

“You were saying your mom… saw this thing?” Y/N softly questioned in the silence of the room. “Yeah, I know how it sounds…” Jonathan spoke, continuing to focus on his work.

“Did she say where it might have gone?” Nancy added, with curiosity tracing her voice, folding her arms.

“No, except that she saw it come out of the walls,” Jonathan answered—almost as if what he said was normal, hearing a timer go off, placing the piece of photo in water to process.

“Have you been doing photography for a while? I’ve always been interested in it,” Y/N asked, changing the subject, watching the boy move the water around in the tray.

“I mean, yeah… I guess I’d rather observe people, than—you know,” he paused, meeting her eyes.

“Talk to them.” She finished his sentence. “I get it,” she shrugged, and as Jonathan was about to continue speaking, she looked over at the photograph, narrowing her eyes.

The image began to come into focus in the tray, revealing a scene that sent chills down the group's spine. Nancy and Y/N leaned in closer with Jonathan between them, their eyes widening as they saw the faint outline of a mysterious monster-like figure lurking in the background. The figure was barely visible but had enough detail on it—shrouded in shadows.

"That’s what I saw," Nancy shuddered, her voice tinged with fear barely above a whisper. She watched as her friend reached into her shoulder bag with urgency, pulling out a sketchbook, opening it—and searching through the book.

“What are you doing?” Jonathan questioned Y/N as she flipped through the pages, stopping on the one she meant to find.

“This,” Y/N said, pointing at the drawing in her sketchbook. The creature she had drawn was almost identical to the one in Jonathan's photograph. She looked up at Jonathan and Nancy, who were examining her work closely. It was the first drawing she had ever sketched of the recent nightmares—the one that showed the monstrous figure hunting a smaller, shadowy figure.

“This is what I saw in one of my nightmares,” Y/N explained, her eyes widening slightly as she connected the dots in her mind. “The night Will disappeared—on the sixth. It looks exactly like that thing in the photograph.” She pointed at the enlarged photograph Jonathan had just printed, her finger hovering over the indistinct creature lurking in the shadows.

Jonathan leaned in, his brow furrowing as he studied the drawing. “What’s that thing hiding behind the tree?” He asked, pointing to the small silhouette in the sketch. He met Y/N’s eyes, searching for answers.

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, shaking her head. “I just... saw it—in my dream. That thing was hunting it. It felt so real.” Her voice was low, as if speaking louder might make the nightmare reality.

Nancy's face was etched with worry, her eyes flicking between Y/N and the drawing. “How the hell did you see this?” She asked, her voice edged with disbelief.

Y/N shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know,” she repeated, her voice tinged with frustration. “I keep having these damn nightmares…”

The three stood in silence, trying to process the weight of what they were seeing. The only sounds were the soft hum of the ventilation system, and the rhythmic dripping of water from the large industrial sink in the corner. The red glow of the safelights bathed their faces in an eerie light, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls, making the room feel even more isolated from the rest of the school.

Jonathan broke the silence, his voice trembling. “My mom… she’s been saying things, about that body they found at the quarry… She thinks it’s a fake. She thinks Will’s still alive.” His voice shook as he looked at the two girls, the fear and uncertainty clear in his eyes.

Y/N's eyes widened as realization dawned on her. “And if Will is alive…” she began, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Then Barbara might be too,” Nancy finished, her voice catching in her throat.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫

It was late afternoon, and the soft golden light filtered through the windows, lighting up the trailer's interior. Outside, the screech of tires announced a vehicle coming to an abrupt stop. Y/N stepped out of the backseat of a Ford, leaving Jonathan and Nancy waiting inside, and hurried toward the trailer.

She rushed inside, heading straight to her room. In a flurry, she grabbed a backpack and started packing—a flashlight, batteries, a water bottle, and a few snacks. Her movements were urgent, her thoughts racing with worry for Barb. They had to find her.

“What’s going on? Why are you in such a rush?” Hopper’s gruff voice startled Y/N as he appeared in her doorway, leaning against the frame.

“My friend Barb is missing,” Y/N replied, still packing. “I’m going to look for her!”

“No, you’re not,” Hopper said firmly, crossing his arms. “We’ve already got one kid dead and another missing, we don’t need more. We’re working on finding her. I’ll handle it.”

Y/N paused, frustration and guilt flashing in her eyes as she looked up at him. “But Hopper, she’s my friend! No one can find her! It’s only a matter of time before she shows up dead, just like Will. And it’s my fault—if I hadn’t left Will to go home on his own, none of this would’ve happened, I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

Hopper’s expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “I said no, it's not your responsibility. Go tell your friend Nancy and that Byers kid to go home, I saw them through the window. Joyce is probably worried sick that he’s not home by now.”

Y/N zipped up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder defiantly. “What, am I on lockdown now? You don’t understand, Hopper. Something’s wrong. I can feel it,” Her voice was tinged with desperation.

Hopper walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. “I know you’re scared, kid,” he said gently. “But it’s my job to find her, and we will.” His eyes met hers, conveying a sincerity that made her pause.

“Trust me on this, okay?”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, the tension in her shoulders rising—biting back her tongue before she said something she’d regret.

“There’s another search party tonight,” Hopper continued. “I’ve got to handle some things for Will’s mom, too. But you—don’t do anything stupid. I mean it.” His tone was stern as he stood up, heading for the door.

“I won’t,” Y/N mumbled, feeling a sense of defeat.

“And tell your friends to go home. If I find out you left this house tonight, there will be consequences.” Hopper added as he left the girl’s room, the door firmly clicking shut behind him.

Y/N stood alone in her room, the weight of helplessness pressing down on her. She heard the front door open and close as Hopper left. She dropped her backpack on the floor with a sigh and glanced out the window, seeing Jonathan and Nancy still waiting in the car, watching as Hopper got into his vehicle.

The girl walked outside to the Ford, approaching the driver’s window, which was rolled down. "Where's your stuff?" Jonathan asked from the driver's seat, his arm hanging out of the window.

“Hopper won’t let me go out, he has me on lockdown or something,” She sighed, frustration evident in her voice, meeting Jonathan’s gaze.

Jonathan looked at her, puzzled. “Wait, you live with Chief Hopper?”

“Look, it’s a long story,” Y/N replied, rubbing her forehead. “There’s a search party that Hopper told me about going on soon. Let me know if you find anything. And be careful, okay?”

Nancy nodded from the passenger seat. “We will. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

The girl watched as the pair drove off, the sound of gravel crunching under the car’s tires fading into the distance. She stood for a moment, the cool breeze brushing against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Y/N turned and traveled back inside, hoping against whatever hope there was left, that her friends would find something—anything, that could bring the missing back.

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trashcanfanfics · 2 years ago

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Hey! Hope you're having a great day! Any chance you could do something for Ford x Reader (Gravity Falls). Maybe something where they see each other for the first time after he comes out of the portal? Thank you!

there's 2 ways this could go: you 2 meet for the first time when he steps out of the portal, or you were in a relationship beforehand and see each other for the first time in decades when he comes out of the portal. guess which one I chose :)

You shielded your eyes from the bright light of the, now destroyed, portal. Someone stepped out. Your eyes adjusted and you looked in confusion. What was going on? God, you knew Stan wasn't who he said he was to the kids, to anyone. You knew he wasn't Stanford Pines, but you didn't know he was doing something this insane. What the absolute fuck was going on?

"What, who is that?" Dipper's voice voiced your collective confusion. Stan didn't even look back at him, he kept rubbing his sore head and looking at the figure now nearing him.

"The author of the journals," Stan's response was full of awe, "my brother." We all looked in shock at him. You couldn't believe it. Was that really...? Mabel broke the two seconds of silence.

"Is this the part where one of us faints?" Her wide eyed expression didn't change, or even look at Soos as he replied that he had it covered and fell back on the ground. You rushed over to make sure he was okay, fanning his face. The shock of the whole situation sunk in as you frantically tried to occupy yourself with anything other than the person that came out of the portal. With any luck, he wouldn't have noticed you and you could slip away without talking to him.

A small fight between the elderly twins about the portal was the background to your screaming thoughts. How? Why? Didn't he think about the consequences if things went terribly? More than they did, in your personal opinion? Soos woke up in time for Mabel to squeeze a backstory out of Stan.

The story was one you'd heard before, from the other perspective. The tale of two little boys who grew up and had to go their separate ways. One didn't want to, and it caused a terrible accident that ruined the other's dream. It was a moving story, you cried when you thought about it too long. Maybe that was other feelings tied into it, you couldn't be sure.

Ford introduced himself to the kids and Soos, before looking at you. You stared at each other for a moment. A part of you felt ashamed, you were older now, no spring chicken. Many a wrinkle graced your face, and while you normally would be proud to show them off, this was different. You should have worn a nicer cardigan.

"Y/n?" Ford looked at you like he expected you to be literally anywhere else. "Is...What are you doing here?" You flushed at the way your name rolled off his tongue like it used to all those years ago. He still had that effect of you. How embarrassing.

"Wait! You know each other?" Dipper looked at you in awe. Mabel gasped and ran over in between you both with her hands clasped together. You raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Another backstory? Yes, please!" She made herself comfortable on a random piece of debris nearby. "Go on, I'm listening." You huffed and rolled your eyes at her antics. Ford was still staring at you, everyone was now.

"Oh boy." You sighed and looked off in another direction. "We met in college." You waited a moment, hoping that that would be it. Mabel groaned and motioned for you to continue. "Fine, fine. We met in college and he was in a class I was taking. We graduated having only said maybe two words to each other--"

"Fourteen." Everyone looked at Ford. He coughed and looked away from you for the first time since he realized you were here. "Fourteen words." A giddy feeling bubbled in your chest. He counted the words you said to each other? And remembered the number all this time?

"Having said fourteen words to each other." You looked to Mabel as you corrected yourself. "I traveled across the world for a few years, then across the country for a few more years. My degree was in folklore, and I minored in literature, so I was traveling to gain as much experience in living in the areas of creatures I was most interested in to write my own story. I'd heard about Gravity Falls and how strange it was, so naturally I drove as fast as I could to get here.

"I was living in a little cabin of my own on the edge of town, close enough to the grocery store, but far enough to not be seen by anyone who wasn't looking. Private, but still part of the community. The environment where folktales are cultivated is very important, you know. So I was walking in the forest to really get a feel for the environment. I'd already seen many a creature that existed here, and I was cataloguing them all, just as I'd done wherever else I went.

"Yes, creatures from folktales and legends exist outside of this town." You held up your hand before Dipper was able to form his question. "As I was walking, I heard other footsteps, so I went to investigate. I originally thought it was another creature to get acquainted with, so I was excited. When I moved the foliage out of the way, I saw Ford in quite the predicament. He had gotten himself caught up in a rare, and very pointy, vine. By the time I'd gotten him free, it was already very dark and his cabin was farther than mine, so I let him stay the night with me. We got to know each other and the rest is history." You shrugged as you spared a glance back at Ford. He gaze was back to you, almost dazed in the awed expression. Stan rolled his eyes in the background.

"That's all well and dandy, but what about the way you've been looking at each other?" Mabel threw her hands up. Soos joined in as he crossed his arms.

"Yeah, I wanna know about the 'history' part!" Soos furrowed his brows. You huffed a laugh and went to hobble over to your own piece of debris. Ford took a step in your direction to follow before thinking better of it. You groaned as you sat down. The pain of being thrown into a wall catching up to your aching bones.

"Tough." You popped some of your back and sighed. Stan picked up your cane and handed it to you. You smiled at him and took it. "Besides, we have more pressing things right now."

"They're right, the place is surrounded by federal agents." Dipper sighed. "How are we supposed to get outta here?" No sooner had he said that had the agents heard you all.

"Oh dang, I was so spellbound by the stories that I forgot about those dudes!" Soos flung his arms dramatically up into the air. Dipper gasped., declared Soos a genius and pulled out the memory eraser.

Ford was able to get rid of the agents and everything was fine. You decided to let Ford and Stan have their time together. A small goodbye to the kids and Soos, and you were off. You waved to Stan as you went for the door. Ford caught you as you were going down the rickety steps.

"Wait. Can I please know the answer to my question." He held your shoulder with one of his hands. "What are you still doing in Gravity Falls? I thought you left." It took you a moment to formulate a response.

"I did, but it felt...weird. To not be here." You looked into his eyes. "To just leave you in the state I did. I knew something was wrong, and I should have stayed." You pat the hand on your shoulder and picked it up to hold it properly.

"Why, after all these years, are you still here. You knew I was gone, didn't you?" He sighed when you nodded. "Then why?" A sad smile curved your lips as you looked at your joined hands. You let it go gently.

"I think that's enough backstory from me today." You turned back towards the direction of your cabin. "Goodbye, Ford, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. Hopefully." You mumbled the last bit to yourself as you made your way to your thankfully-in-shape car and drove back to your little home. A giddy feeling mixed with bitter-sweetness filled your chest. You hoped you could see him again.

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beansprean · 2 years ago

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I'm sure Nandor is doing a great job out there.

My Familiar's Ghost part 11

Masterpost

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ID: 1a. Close up on Laszlo dressed in a shirt and waistcoat with his hair pulled back in a small ponytail, a pair of old fashioned gold binocular glasses perched on his nose. He is leaning over a table which has a half-built ship in a bottle balanced on a wooden stand with a book underneath to elevate it. A few ship pieces are laid out on the table, and Laszlo has a sail carefully pinched in a pair of long tweezers, which he is slowly feeding through the neck of the bottle, tongue sticking through his teeth in concentration. 1b. Ghost Guillermo phases in through the wall behind him with a "Hey Laszlo?" and Laszlo startles, dropping the sail inside the bottle and spitting out a "Bloody-!!" 1c. Wide shot as Laszlo calms, taking off his glasses and leaning back in his chair with a frown, continuing, "-fucking Gizmo's ghost. What on this earth and beyond do you want?" Guillermo floats up behind him with an uncomfortable grimace, pressing his palm together awkwardly, and responds "Uh...I was just wondering...how you were feeling?" 1d. Close up on Laszlo as he slowly turns to look at Guillermo with an irritated expression that says "really?" Guillermo stutters, "Um...right." 1e. Full body shot of floating Guillermo, gesturing vaguely and looking up and away as he continues, "Just, the whole Colin Robinson thing...you and I were kinda in the same boat, you know? So I know how you feel-" Laszlo interrupts sharply from offscreen, "You do not. Know how I feel." 1f. Close up on Guillermo as he looks back at Laszlo with a contrite and surprised expression, stuttering back, "I-Im sorry..."

2a. Laszlo stands with a sigh, pushing in his chair with one hand and tucking his glasses into his vest pocket with the other. He says, "You should be focused on your own unfinished business, spectre. Not mine." Offscreen, Guillermo replies, "Well, I've got Nandor working on that for me..." 2b. Laszlo, picking up his unfinished bottle to put it away, barks out a loud laugh and looks back over at Guillermo, pointing out "Sounds like a one way ticket to getting stuck on this plane for eternity." Guillermo winces, forcing a smile through an embarrassed grimace and fidgeting in place as he avoids Laszlo's eyes. He couldn't argue with that. 2c. Laszlo turns to face Guillermo with a sardonic smile, one eyebrow raised, holding the book that was balancing his ship cocked against his hip. He gestures with his other hand and teases, "Unless that's what you want? I wouldn't say no to a clean house with marginally less complaining." Guillermo, close up in the foreground, looks up and away and holds out both hands in a stopping gesture. Still with a slightly embarrassed, self-depreciative smile, he responds, "Ah, no, no, no. That would not be...no."

3a. Full body close up on Guillermo in profile, clutching his elbow nervously with the opposite hand. His expression goes distant and pensive as he continues, "That could be...really bad, actually. Ever since I "woke up", it feels like I'm on a hair trigger constantly. Rage, grief, uh...other stuff... It's all right on the surface. And it's only getting worse. I can interact with the world more, but mostly it's... destructive. I'm not even really meaning to do it, I just... Do." In the background there is a collage of previous scenes in greyscale: ghost Guillermo angrily pouting, a crystal ball flying into Colin's face, Guillermo destroying an envelope with laser eyes, a sponge being thrown at Nandor, Guillermo ranting at Nadja, Guillermo shouting at Nandor, Guillermo shouting at Nandor again and him responding "alright, alright, yeesh. so testy lately". 3b. Close up on Guillermo's eyes gone wide with sudden horror, the background now solid black. He says, speech bubble black and glowing a ghostly blue, "Pretty sure this is how poltergeists happen."

4a. Reverse shot of Laszlo looking back at Guillermo with a serious expression. Guillermo continues offscreen: "I don't think I'd be great company after that." 4b. Same shot as before, Laszlo lifts the book in his hand in an uncaring shrug and points out, "Well, you're shit company now." 4c. Reverse shot of Guillermo, who snorts and turns his head away in an "I don't know what I expected" kind of expression. "Alright," he says. 4d. Guillermo continues, "Point taken" and phases out through the far wall. Laszlo stands in the foreground watching him go with a frown, clutching the book now with both hands. 4e. As Guillermo's ghostly trail fades from the wall, Laszlo lifts up the book to look thoughtfully at the cover. We can now see the title in flowing script: 'An Un-Erotic Guide to the Undead'. /end ID

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msweebyness · 5 months ago

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Akuma AU- The Villain Class

Here it issss! The formal introduction to my new villainous AU, where all the kids are their akuma selves!

Here’s the rundown: Paris is split into two sides, dark and light. The dark side regularly terrorizes the light, though a resistance tries to fight them. All people on the dark side are akumas, so all the kids’ families are. The deal is: you don’t get a supervillain name until you prove yourself and demonstrate your power to do harm and cause chaos, and most akumas are just content to be evil but otherwise normal people. The akuma class are like the ‘gifted’ class of Dark Paris, everybody knows these guys. I’ll also be expanding on some of their powers! Also, they wouldn’t be their ugly and fashion-backward canon akuma looks. I REALLY like the akuma redesigns for the Scarlet Lady AU by Zoe-oneesama, so imagine them in something like that! Alright, let’s get into it! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Miss Fortune (aka Marinette Dupain-Cheng): Born with the power to inflict terrible luck and pain on whoever she pleases by way of her hexes and anti-charms, Marinette is a girl who has more than a couple screws loose. She adores seeing people get hurt and actively goes out of her way to make things go wrong in every way possible. Serving as the class’ unofficial leader, Marinette often takes the helm when they go out to terrorize Paris. As dark as her heart is, Marinette adores her partners and family and would do anything to keep her friends safe.

Chat Blanc (aka Adrien Agreste): Wielding the power to destroy anything he pleases with a flick of his wrist, Adrien is not someone you want to cross for any reason. Just like 1/3 of his partners, Marinette, he lives for seeing chaos and pain, especially when he can make it as big a show as possible. He’s known to taunt and mock the people he terrorizes with cruel jokes just to add a little further humiliation. Despite being evil, he’s normally a jovial guy…unless you make the mistake of making him angry. Let’s just say it’s a bad idea to bring up his father.

Lady WiFi (aka Alya Cesaire): Wielding the power to control the world around her as if it were a livestream, Alya boasts a massive amount of power over the digital world and as such, rules the media of Paris with an iron fist! Serving as Marinette’s right hand woman, Alya makes sure her bestie’s orders are carried out without question and broadcasts their victories to spread fear in the light side of Paris. It’s useless to try and hide anything from her, Alya has surveillance in every corner of Paris and uses this to the advantage of herself and her class. She also adores her boyfriend Nino, and is quite protective of her sisters.

Bubbler (aka Nino Lahiffe): While Nino’s powers, creating bubbles that serve various functions, may not seem threatening at first glance, this villainous DJ is not one to be messed with. He’s a master of making people feel at ease before he strikes and causes as much chaos as possible, alongside his friends and girlfriend. Nino is fond of throwing parties and knows how to give his fellow villains a good time, but heaven help you if you’re a good citizen who wanders in. Like his bro Adrien, he’s a chill guy most of the time, until something sets him off and he goes full villain.

Queen Wasp (aka Chloe Bourgeois): Hosting quite possibly the biggest ego of any of the fledgling villains, Chloe wields the power to make anyone stung by her beloved wasps obey her every command, often to do degrading tasks. Almost seeing fitted to her powers, Chloe has a rather imperious attitude and expects people to do what she tells them to when she tells them to do it, and can be more than a little arrogant. However, she also has a soft spot for her best friend Sabrina and sister Zoe, and will eviscerate anyone who messes with them. If you value your freedom, don’t cross this queen.

Vanisher (aka Sabrina Raincomprix): Given the power of fading into the background like no one else can, Sabrina’s ability to become invisible and/or intangible gives her a major edge in the battles against the heroic citizens. Sabrina is a vindictive young woman who loves to use her powers to find people’s secrets and then exploit them to her own benefit. She’s also fond of pulling pranks and watching her best friend Chloe order her minions around, which she finds endlessly amusing. Always make sure to check your surroundings around this one!

Gamer (aka Max Kante): Max’s formidable powers allow him to bring video games into the real world, corrupting reality around him into whatever he would like it to be. Considering himself to be intellectually superior to the common rabble of Paris, Max enjoys using his technology to drive people to the brink of madness, knowing they don’t have the capacity to fight back. His arrogance in his intelligence can sometimes make him come off as a know-it-all to his friends, but he’s loyal anyway. His ingenuity makes him a valuable asset to the class.

Timebreaker (aka Alix Kubdel): Alix’s powers allow her to steal time from the people around her in order to accelerate her own speed, and if she gathers enough, she can reverse the flow of time. A reckless lover of chaos if ever there was one, Alix loves to speed around causing as much confusion, damage and panic as possible. She has a special love for getting under people’s skin and causing them to lash out, only to knock them flat on their backs. While mischievous, she’s a loyal friend who will take a hit for someone she cares about. Keep clear of this speed demon’s path.

Dark Cupid (aka Le Chien Kim): Kim’s power over the heart cannot be denied, though it’s not the power to spread love. Whoever gets hit by his arrows is overcome by hatred and anger. A bruiser at heart, Kim loves to stir up arguments and get fists flying whenever he can, almost as much as he loves causing drama in the relationships of others, replacing happiness with animosity. Despite this, he cares deeply for his friends and especially his girlfriend, Ondine, with whom he shares a passionate love that they love to flaunt to others. You better run fast, because he always shoots true.

Princess Fragrance (aka Rose Lavillant): Rose’s powerful and toxic perfume can do a myriad of wicked things, but it’s most prominent ability is to turn anyone who breathes it in into a dutiful servant of the princess. Though she’s not above a good poisoning every now and again. Rose doesn’t see most people as ‘people’ so much as drones meant to serve her and her friends’ purposes. After all, are some not made more powerful than others? It’s towards only her friends and her beloved Juleka, who she treats like a queen, that she shows a more loving side. All bow to the princess!

Reflekta (aka Juleka Couffaine): Juleka’s wicked transformation powers are a thing to be feared should you ever cross her in any way, she can reflect her thoughts to turn you into whatever she pleases! A malevolent trickster at heart, she loves to put people in the most inconvenient and dangerous situations she can when she transforms them. She also has a habit of transforming into something frightening to scare people, an activity often engaged in when hanging out with Mylene. Despite her pranking nature, she’s fiercely protective of those she cares about, especially her girlfriend Rose and brother Luka. Don’t trust the image you see in the mirror!

Horrificator (aka Mylene Haprele): One of the most terrifying villains in the whole menagerie, Mylene possesses the two-fold ability of not only finding your worst fear and producing it, but growing in strength and power from the fear she garners from you! She takes great delight in the mental anguish she can cause her victims and relishes nothing more than the sound of screams, and loves to give the occasional spook to her friends and her beloved boyfriend as well. Surprisingly, she also has a strong motherly side and will often comfort them when needed. Make sure you check under your bed with this one around.

Stoneheart (aka Ivan Bruel): A villain whose strength cannot be overstated, Ivan’s massive frame and physical matter made of solid stone make him functionally indestructible, more so when you add the fact that any blow dealt to him only increases his already tremendous size and strength. With a quick temper and massive brawn to back it up, Ivan enjoys nothing more than some head bashing and property destruction when he goes out to terrorize Paris. Despite this, he’s very protective and gentle with those close to him, especially his girlfriend and his little sister. Think twice before trying to rile this guy up.

Evillustrator (aka Nathaniel Kurtzberg): Nathaniel’s powerful sketchpad allows him to bring whatever dastardly things he might wish to draw to life to attack his enemies or cause general mischief. Something of an unpredictable and unhinged creative type, Nathaniel is always conjuring up new weapons, beasts and means of torment on the fly, laughing maniacally as he uses them to terrorize good citizens alongside his villainous classmates. He especially loves drawing tributes to his boyfriend Marc, who he’s devoted to above all else. An artist can be a fickle thing!

Special Additions:

Syren (aka Ondine Rivas): Ondine’s tears pack more of a wallop than most girls, given that with them she can flood the city as well as control any source of water in her range. Vindictive and manipulative, Ondine loves to trick unsuspecting citizens into sinking into the watery depths with her charming voice and wiles, seeing them thrash and struggle to stay afloat. She can also be a bit unstable, her moods fluctuating unpredictably, though she is generally kind and supportive with her friends. She has a bit of a playful streak and especially loves teasing her beloved prince, Kim, and they are never shy with affection. Steer clear of the deep water, you never know what’s lurking!

Silencer (aka Luka Couffaine): Luka’s power to silence those he doesn’t like is menacing because it doesn’t just wear off when he leaves, he can permanently steal someone’s voice! He also has the power to manipulate sound as a whole. A reserved and stoic individual, Luka prefers to let his powers do the talking for him when he’s wreaking havoc across Paris, smiling serenely as he tears apart entire blocks with sonic blasts. He serves as a steadying presence for his partners, sister and classmates, reminding them to look before they leap and serving as a source of advice. The sound of danger is approaching quickly!

Riposte (aka Kagami Tsurugi): No blade on earth can rival the power of the ones Kagami summons, which can slice through anything without a problem. Which, combined with her icredible speed and agility, makes for a powerful enemy. Cold and cruel with no concern for anyone outside of her friend circle, Kagami relishes the feeling on causing her opponent a world of pain and subjecting them to the crushing humiliation of defeat. This also makes her a bit of a sore loser. Despite her icy demeanor, Kagami has a caring side with her friends and partners, and will protect them at any cost. She’s a cut above the rest!

Reverser (aka Marc Anciel): Marc’s powers are as confusing as they are terrifying, with the ability to turn people against their own natures, to become their polar opposite once his paper airplanes touch them. Unpredictable and chaotic, Marc loves nothing more than to turn Paris upside down and leave everyone in a maddened state of despair. He’s not even above using his powers to mess with his friends, though he does care for them. His greatest joys are spending time with his boyfriend Nathaniel and teaching his young brother Kiran (aka Sandboy) the ways of villainy. You never know what you’ll get with this guy!

Sole Crusher (aka Zoe Lee): Zoe’s shoes aren’t a pair you would ask to borrow if you have any sense. Anyone she crushes under her heel adds to her size and strength as she terrorizes Paris. Having more than a bit of a superiority complex, Zoe wants everyone to know how much better than them she and her friends are, and is willing to crush them underfoot for that to happen. Perhaps that’s why she gets along so well with her sister. She also might have feelings for a certain akuma in her class, though both have yet to admit it. Step out of the way or get stepped on.

Zombizou (aka Caline Bustier): The villain class’ nefarious teacher, with the power to hypnotize and zombify people with a kiss from her magic lip balm. She adores her students and enjoys teaching them to be the most vile villains they can possibly be. She’s able to turn anything into a lesson about doing evil, and especially loves taking them into the field for some hands-on experience. She’s also fiercely protective and if anyone messes with her kids, there’ll be hell to pay!

And there you have it, folks! The possible first set of Wicked Kiddies! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #Akuma AU #Akuma Class #MLB AU #evil au

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meetinginsamarra · 6 months ago

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mayprompts2024 #9, intimidation

Read parts 1-7 on AO3 here

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The Perfect Place - Part Eight

Of course, both of them pondered closing the final gap between their mouth and the other’s cheek, or fore head, or even - most daringly -the other’s delectable lips. But also, both were too afraid to currently move any further, as to not destroy whatever it was that had developed between them in this short amount of time.

They didn’t know for how long they lay side by side in this surprising and fascinating happy bubble of seemingly endless future possibilities, facing each other and exploring whatever bubbled up in the depths of the other’s eyes.

“Watson!” A voice boomed from behind their heads.

Sherlock and John petrified.

The scintilillating bubble of a future together burst and died a sudden and violent death. They could practically hear the shards falling down and feel the piercing senstaion on their bodies.

“It’s after closing time. Why are you still here?”

A big man came into view as he rounded the bed, stopping at the foot end. A grumpy face with a veiny nose and the remnants of some acne scars looked down upon them, disapprovingly.

“Mr. Penwell!” John scrambled into a sitting position. “Bernie, I…”

“What are you doing in the Royal Metropolis?” Bernie squinted hard, as if he needed glasses to see clearly. “Who is this woman beside you?”

(The glasses were on top of Bernie’s head but he had forgotten that he had put them there as he often did. Even being cripplingly myopic, Bernie was a vain man and hated needing the eyewear. Without them he could barely see, only able to discern blurry blobs of colour and a bit more detail when he squinted. Given the vibrant purple blob that was the other person’s upper body and the curly-ish and long-ish dark blob that must be the hair, he assumed Sherlock was a woman.)

(Also, the concept of same-sex relationships was quite outlandish to him.)

Sherlock was loathe to admit that the sudden voice had also startled him badly, however he regained control over his wits and body faster than John. In a fluent motion he glided into standing right in front of Mr. Penwell (John wondered enviously how Sherlock did that and if he possibly had vampire ancestors).

“Greetings Mr. Penwell,” Sherlock cried, using his deep velvety voice to shock the man, “I have to congratulate you on employing the formidable salesman Mr. Watson here!”

Sherlock grabbed the stunned man’s hand and shook it vigorously. Bernie reflexively shook the hand back. The glasses dislocated from his bald head and slided down onto his nose, making him blanch strongly.

John wondered if Bernie’s face had lost all of its usually rather reddish colour because he had confused Sherlock with a woman or because John had laid so close to a man or because Sherlock had lauded his salesmanship.

(It was the latter, of course.)

“Formidable?” Bernie choked out the word while pushing the glasses upwards on his nose. “Watson?”

Sherlock nodded enthusiastically. Taking on his poshest accent, he drawled, “Your excellent shop assistant Mr. John Watson has been going out of his way not only to explain all about the correct rigidity and appropriate springiness of boxsprings (John bit his lip to avoid giggling in the background), he also selflessly offered himself to help me decide if the Royal Metropolis would be an adequate accessory fixture to my second bedroom.”

Bernie gasped. He didn’t know what to say, overwhelmed by the fact that John Watson (the most terrible salesman in history) was praised most profusely by this distinguished member of the upper class and also slightly confused by this man’s labyrinthine sentence structure.

Meanwhile, John had stood up, had straightened his cardigan and rearranged the gun in his trouser pocket, positioning himself at Sherlock’s side.

“I’m glad to have helped. Shall I get the contract ready now?”

“Yes yes,” Sherlock absent-mindedly confirmed, “fill it in so I can sign the purchase.”

Bernie gasped again. He took the glasses off his nose and cleaned them with a wet wipe he fished out of his jacket, in dire need to reassure himself that what he had just witnessed had not been a trick of the light (as in a blotch on the usually dirty glasses blurring his view on reality).

While John was occupied with the contract, Sherlock took Bernie aside, whispering into his ear.

(Apart from having the advantage of superiour eyesight versus Bernie’s, Sherlock also had superior brain matter to use his all-observing deduction skills. Thus, he already knew why Bernie had been so upset to find them both in this bed.)

When John returned, Bernie’s face had become boiled-lobster red and he nearly stumbled over his own feet to grab the pen out of John’s hand. Bernie viciously crossed out the printed retail price of “2549” and scribbled a shaky “500” over it.

Sherlock signed with his name, adding some unnecessary swirls.

“It’s been a pleasure doing busisness with you, Mr. Penwell.” Sherlock bowed his head curtly, then turning to John. “Now get your belongings, Mr. Watson. You promised to help me find the perfect place in my flat for the bed to be positioned. Making sure the Feng Shui energy flow won’t be compromised.”

Five minutes later, they stood outside the shop, leaning against its brick wall.

“What did you say to him? He never gives discounts. To anyone.”

“I said that it was unwise to hide his stash of weed in the Royal Metropolis’s mattress, given that such an amount could easily get him sacked by the police for possession if someone would relay such information.”

John laughed out loud. “You intimidated him.”

“No. It was merely a friendly and well-meaning reminder.” Sherlock laughed as well. “I even offered to help him with the evidence and wouldn’t it also be nice to get rid of the old overpriced shelf warmer, too. Killing two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.”

“That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done.” John said in between guffaws. And I’ve invaded Afghanistan, he thought.

“Shocking, indeed.”

Either man would yet need to notice that John’s walking cane was still leaning against the shop's counter, forgotten.

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tagging some people @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk @peanitbear @raina-at

#mayprompts2024 #calaisreno #number 9 intimidation #my sherlock fanfics #the perfect place #no beta we die like (wo)men

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paragonrobits · 1 year ago

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Marshall Lee: So, uh, Fi, some of my buds have been talking about whatever was going on with you and that Simon dude you went on a multiversal road trip with, and it's probably a good idea to cut off rumors before they get out of hand. Fionna: Are the buds in this case Ellis and those prankster dudes that you broke off contact with after they almost put me in the hospital? Marshall: Yeah. THOSE chucklefucks Fionna: Mm yeah thought so. What are the rumors Marshall Lee: They think you saw that Simon dude as a father figure Fionna: they WHAT Marshall: hey, I'm just repeating what they said Fionna: Marshall, my dude, my friend, my broski, my duderino. The crack on my knuckles, the dude who reminds me that bathes are important for hygiene Fionna: I AM OVER THIRTY YEARS OLD. Fionna: You tell those dudes that I am a LITTLE PAST THE POINT where I'm honestly looking for a parental figure in my life. That guy isn't a dad figure, he's a FRIEND. Fionna: A friend I was having prophetic dreams about with, romantic subtext I think? Fionna: But yeah. I am NOT looking at him and seeing a dad. Marshall: Yeah, I figured, I think that's enough information for me to head things off. Wait. What was that about romantic subtext? Fionna: I said what I said. Cake, in the background: SHE WAS THINKING ABOUT DESTROYING THAT MAN'S BUBBLE BUTT LET ME TELL YOU Marshall: ... Fionna: ... Marshall: I don't know why but some part of me is resonating with the greater multiversal vibe of myself across all universes and for some reason they are giving me the compulsion to NOT THINK ABOUT THAT AT ALL and I don't know why. Fionna: If for some reason he was the dad figure to another version of you and I got with him, would that make me your step mom Marshall: YOU'RE MAKING IT WEIRDER THAN IT HAS TO BE, YOU CAN STOP AT ANY TIME

#adventure time #marshall lee #fionna campbell #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #queued

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Transformers: Mosaic - Fragments Mike Priest

wada sez: Alright, kicking things off for our week of scripts, it's Mike Priest! You should recall that he was a major contributor to the Beast Wars - Second Chances fanproject, but he also had a couple-dozen Mosaic strips to his name before that. Mike was kind enough to provide a sampling from his back-catalogue of unrealised scripts—apparently he had swathes of the things, but he seemed a little sheepish about the quality of most of the material, so this is just the stuff that actually entered production. We've had preliminary art and titles for a few of these, but these scripts have never been seen before outside of the Mosaic backchannels! Mike has also provided his own comments for most of these. Let's dive in!

"Direction" (Onslaught) w/ James Cox [2007-05-12 (file date), 2007-04-22, 2007-04-23, 2007-05-03, 2007-05-06, 2007-06-04]

wada sez: We actually do have some art for this one, by talented fanartist Blitz-Wing, best known in Transformers fandom for having his artwork stolen by TakaraTomy for their Sixshot reissue. I suspect the lineart on this was close to done, but Blitz alas couldn't find anything more than these scraps originally shared to deviantART.

(Open on extreme close-up of Onslaught’s face, specifically his visor.)

Text box- It has to be perfect.

Text box- It can’t be wrong.

Text box- This, my latest masterpiece.

(Next panel- a furious Onslaught pointing accusingly directly at you, the reader.)

ONSLAUGHT: Wrong! Wrong! Wrongwrongwrong!!!

(New panel- setting; the idea of some kind of training area, or “Danger Room”, if you will. Onslaught’s finger is pointing at his fellow Combaticons, Brawl, Swindle, Vortex, and Blast-Off. You get the idea that they have just completed a battle sim- there are smoking and twisted turrets here and there on the walls and a large combat droid in ruins on the ground laid out in the middle of the four Combaticons.)

ONSLAUGHT: Fliers- you deviated from your established attack run! And ground support, you weren’t supposed to flank until 8.6 kliks into the exercise!

(Next panel, Onslaught turns his back to his troops, outstretching his arms to the heavens in frustration as Swindle and Vortex share an exasperated look.)

SWINDLE: (Aside, to Vortex, annoyed) You know, we DO have names…

ONSLAUGHT: (In the background, arms outstretched skyward) Primus, SEND ME SOLDIERS!

(Next panel- Onslaught whirls around and clenches his fist.)

ONSLAUGHT: From the top! And this time try to not embarrass yourselves!

Text box- It has to be perfect.

Text box- It can’t be wrong.

"Safe" (Thunderwing) w/ Grimlock79 [2007-05-16 (file date), 2008-02-13, 2008-02-13]

wada sez: Again, we have a tiny bit of artwork for this one, but apparently the artist didn't understand the brief, and drew Mike's script across four pages. These were then condensed down into a single, incomprehensible page which bears no resemblance to the script. Mike recalls that this was the second strip he ever submitted.

(Open in blackness. We become aware that Thunderwing (inner robot/non-Pretender) is present. Close-up- he appears nervous…paranoid.)

THUNDERWING: Where am I?

(We pull out to show that he is floating alone in an infinite limbo of blackness.)

THUNDERWING: (Small word bubble as we get the impression he’s utterly alone, wherever he is.) Am…am I safe?

(We pull out of the darkness; as we catch a gleam of piercing light which becomes the blazing optics of Thunderwing’s “Stormbringer” Pretender shell. In the next panel, we see Pretender Thunderwing, wreathed in the flames of his destroyed laboratory, and holding a gutted and charred Decepticon in one hand. Another unidentifiable Decepticon stands before Thunderwing in awe and horror.)

DECEPTICON: Thunderwing, what have you done? What have you DONE???

(Thunderwing roars as energy pours from its blazing optics and mouth.)

Text box- Am I finally safe?

(This scene is a fleshing out of the brief burst of flashbacks Thunderwing had in Stormbringer # 4 upon landing on Cybertron’s surface. Use it for reference as far as the two unidentified Decepticons who encounter him.)

"The Least Likely" w/ Casey Coller [2007-07-21]

Mike sez: "This script is way too long for one page and I almost vaguely remember being requested to write it by someone, maybe one of the editors. Someone wanted a Goldbug story, cuz I'm not sure it was me. I threw Sunstreaker in here cuz I love writing him (me and HdE certainly had a Mosaic or two of Jerkass Sunstreaker) The ending is very "Martin Fisher" on-the-nose."

(Open on some deserted alley in a dangerous part of Cybertron. A large, scary-looking Decepticon (just a generic, unnamed guy preferably), is bullying a much smaller, weaker-looking Autobot (also a generic, unnamed guy). The cruel Decepticon grabs the small Autobot by the neck and holds him up, smirking.)

AUTOBOT: (Terrified) Pluh-please! I’m just a courier! I-I can’t fight!

DECEPTICON: (Cruel smile) That doesn’t matter. You’re an Autobot and you got in my way.

DIALOGUE BOX (GOLDBUG’S NARRATION): I’ve seen it happen a thousand times.

(The Decepticon roughly throws the Autobot to the ground.)

DIALOGUE BOX: Heck, it’s happened to ME a thousand times.

(We see a flashback panel that is exactly in the same style as the previous panel of the Decepticon throwing the Autobot to the ground, except this time it is Sunstreaker (in place of the Decepticon) shoving Bumblebee (in place of the nameless Autobot) aside. The parallel between the two scenes is evident.)

SUNSTREAKER: (Disgusted look on his face) Out of my way, half-pint.

(Next panel, the Decepticon is pointing a gun downward at the terrified smaller Autobot.)

DIALOGUE BOX: And I’ll never stand for it again.

DECEPTICON: Any last words, short-stuff?

GOLDBUG: (Off-panel) LEAVE HIM ALONE.

(The Decepticon whirls around to see Goldbug standing at the end of the alley, small in stature, but totally collected and calm. The Decepticon smirks and turns his attention to the newcomer. Goldbug looks up into the larger Transformer’s face as the Decepticon looks down into his optics.)

DECEPTICON: (Menacingly) Alright, hero. You can be first then.

GOLDBUG: (Not flinching at the threat, but tilts his head in an amused manner) Really? I’m touched.

(Snarling, the Decepticon tosses his gun aside and reaches for Goldbug, but the smaller Autobot deftly ducks under the Decepticon’s reach.)

DIALOGUE BOX: They always make the same mistake. The mistake I used to make.

(The Decepticon swings a backhand at Goldbug, but he ducks it again with ease and moves in close to his opponent.)

DIALOGUE BOX: They assume that strength and size of body is what matters most. And they couldn’t be more wrong.

(Goldbug leaps up and grabs onto his opponent’s neck in a chokehold and manages to shift the Decepticon’s weight so the larger Transformer begins toppling forward.)

DIALOGUE BOX: It’s he who has the greater determination that wins the day. Prime taught me that.

(The Decepticon keels over with his head in Goldbug’s hold and face-plants violently into the ground. He won’t be getting up for awhile. Goldbug stands and dusts his hands off as the other smaller Autobot looks upon him with a mix of shock and admiration.)

DIALOGUE BOX: But there was one thing I learned by myself…

AUTOBOT: You-you beat him! But how-?

GOLDBUG: (Begins walking away) “The least likely can be the most dangerous.”

"Dirty Work" w/ Richard Chang [2007-11-21]

Mike sez: "Always loved Repugnus with his Ronald McDonald-ass colors and his super-cool Transformers Universe profile. Back then, there weren't a lot of Autobots that were morally-dubious to the extent he was, so he always fascinated me. Someone eventually executed this story concept much better in a Mosaic piece titled "Double-O" that actually saw completion, only utilizing Tracks instead of Repugnus. Have no idea where the name "Manthaze-Zero" came from."

(Open on a view-screen, displaying the Autobot symbol.)

COMPUTER DIALOGUE: Incoming video transmission.

(The view-screen changes to an image of Repugnus from the chest-up, robot mode, wearing a half-smirk on his face. We cannot see who he is reporting to.)

VOICE: (Off-panel) You’re late.

REPUGNUS: (With a cocky grin) Sorry, got carried away. In any case, mission complete.

VOICE: I’ll need confirmation of that.

(Repugnus’s grin grows wider, he reaches down off-screen for a minute, then pulls up the severed head of a Decepticon- establish it’s a ‘Con by putting a tiny Decepticon symbol on the forehead or such. Optics gouged out, mech fluid still staining it, jaw hanging half off- this ‘Con did NOT die pretty.)

VOICE: Was that level of carnage necessary?

REPUGNUS: (Predatory smile) You shoulda seen what I did to the sub-commander…

VOICE: I’ll pass, thank you. Doesn’t it bother you at all?

REPUGNUS: Does it bother you?

VOICE: What?

REPUGNUS: (Still amused, but more subdued) I’ll freely admit to being something of a violent scumbag, but you…sanctioning these oh-so un-Autobot-like missions…that’s gotta eat at that squeaky-clean spark of yours.

VOICE: Some things simply need to be done. I’m willing to take responsibility.

REPUGNUS: (Wide feral grin again) And what about Prime? Does he know what you have me do?

VOICE: Assassination would seem…below us, to him. If he does know…he chooses not to acknowledge it. If he doesn’t…I’d rather keep it that way.

REPUGNUS: (Knowing look) Ashamed, are we?

VOICE: …We’ve spoken too long. Proceed to the next target. My information puts the next Decepticon unit on planet Manthaze-Zero. Infiltrate and eliminate.

REPUGNUS: (Mock two-fingered salute) Sure thing, “squeaky-clean”. I’ll be in touch.

(The video message cuts out. Next panel, a door is shown opening and Wheeljack sticks his head in a dark room.)

WHEELJACK: Ah, there you are. Prime wants us in the war room ASAP.

(We see Prowl sitting at a console where he just received Repugnus’ message. He gets up from his chair and walks to the door.)

PROWL: Thank you, Wheeljack.

WHEELJACK: No problem. Hey, what were you doing in here, anyway?

PROWL: Just…some work.

"The Hammer Falls" w/ Matt C. Adams [2008-05-30 (file date), 2008-10-11]

wada sez: Another one we have a bit of art for, in the form of a preview from Adams.

(Open on Ultra Magnus, standing with his arms behind his back, looking out a large window in his personal quarters on the Elite Guard's ship. We can see a bit of the Detroit skyline from our view of the window, and we get a look at the relatively-Spartan décor of his room. His "Thor" hammer is respectfully hung horizontally on a wall. Perhaps a G1-styled Magnus rifle is also hung on a wall, if the artist is feeling easter egg-inclined.)

(Next panel, close-up of Magnus's face, a stern expression. This panel bleeds into the next image-)

( -a "flashback" shot of Starscream blasting Magnus point-blank from the episode "Mission Accomplished".)

(Next panel, Magnus's hand touches his chest- his Elite Guard Autobot insignia, which still bears a tiny, but visible scorch mark from the attack.)

(Next panel, Magnus turns and touches a button on his desk- to activate a radio transmission.)

ULTRA MAGNUS: Jazz, have Optimus Prime report to the bridge. I’ve made a decision.

(Final panel- Magnus casts aside his doubts and sets his face into a mask of grim determination.)

ULTRA MAGNUS: It is time the Elite Guard lived up to its name.

"Motion" (Ironhide) w/ Rick van den Akker [2008-12-31]

Mike sez: "Ha, this one is kinda pretentious and probably unworkable in a single page without some severe editing. Maybe I was trying to be pretentious and "deep" on purpose, to balance out the actual content of the first Michael Bay movie, I dunno. Or maybe it's just that I always thought Movie Ironhide looked cool and that one scene this script references is a standout."

(The setting is the city battle at the end of the 2007 movie. Use the actual scene as reference- it should be on Youtube somewhere. Open on IRONHIDE, driving in truck mode down a busy street.)

IRONHIDE DIALOGUE BOX: This is where I live.

(Ironhide transforms and leaps into the air as two missiles (fired by Brawl, although we can’t see him yet) narrowly fly under him. Next panel, Ironhide flips upside-down and fires his own missile launchers into the ground- a crude means of propulsion.)

DIALOGUE BOX: I exist in the state of motion. Action and swift, violent reaction. When I’m motionless, things are gray and dead. When I enter my world, the vibrancy is intoxicating-- blinding.

(Ironhide lands from his flip and leaps again, over a screaming, terrified woman. More missiles pass in-between him and the ground. As he flips over the woman, he regards her for a split-second.)

DIALOGUE BOX: Those that pass through my world, albeit briefly, usually find no beauty, nor grace.

(Ironhide lands again and begins to dive forward and twists his body sideways as yet another missile sails by him. Ironhide briefly regards the missile as it misses him by inches.)

DIALOGUE BOX: I suppose it takes a certain type to find art in the trajectory of a well-aimed missile.

(Ironhide twists all the way around in mid-air and fires off one arm-mounted cannon after the other as he spins around.)

DIALOGUE BOX: This is where I live.

(Next panel, almost from Ironhide‘s perspective- the two bursts streak in and strike Brawl, who recoils from the impacts. Final panel, extreme close-up of Ironhide’s face and what could be considered a “smirk“ of sorts, from an odd angle, as if he’s still in mid-leap.)

DIALOGUE BOX: Welcome home, Ironhide.

"Mosai-Ick" (Thundercracker & Megatron) [2009-03-03]

Mike sez: "Good-natured (?) mockery of some common themes I felt popped up a lot in Mosaics. The caption box overload is probably a little too ambitious for a one-pager. Actually feels a little mean to me in the present, but eh, still makes me chuckle. This one was for me."

(FIRST PANEL; THUNDERCRACKER, standing amongst the ruins of what appears to be an Earth city. He looks ANGSTY.)

THUNDERCRACKER CAPTION BOX: I’m so conflicted.

(SECOND PANEL; A straight-forward shot of Thundercracker, still looking conflicted. The caption boxes surround him.)

THUNDERCRACKER CAPTION BOX: I’m so confused.

THUNDERCRACKER CAPTION BOX: I’m so misunderstood.

THUNDERCRACKER CAPTION BOX: I’m so apprehensive.

THUNDERCRACKER CAPTION BOX: I’m so…not into this.

(THIRD PANEL; Same exact shot from the second panel, but now Thundercracker is completely crowded in by caption boxes. They threaten to crowd him off the page.)

THUNDERCRACKER CAPTION BOX: I like humans.

CAPTION BOX: I hate humans.

CAPTION BOX: I’m loyal to Megatron.

CAPTION BOX: I have doubts in Megatron.

CAPTION BOX: Starscream’s cool.

CAPTION BOX: Starscream’s a jerk.

CAPTION BOX: Skywarp’s my best friend.

CAPTION BOX: Skywarp’s an idiot.

CAPTION BOX: Angst, angst, angst.

CAPTION BOX: Angstangstangstangstangstangst.

CAPTION BOX: Wonder where Prime’s trailer goes?

CAPTION BOX: Did I step in something?

CAPTION BOX: Wouldn’t it be cool if I switched sides?

CAPTION BOX: I’m Scourge.

CAPTION BOX: I’m Cyclonus.

CAPTION BOX: I’m Galvatron…wait, that doesn’t make sense.

(FOURTH PANEL; Same staging as the last two panels, but a massive energy blast has hit Thundercracker from behind, throwing him half out-of-panel. Humorously, the blast is also blowing away or shattering most of the random caption boxes from the last panel.)

(FIFTH PANEL; MEGATRON stepping on Thundercracker’s face-down form, looking angry, his fusion cannon smoking.)

MEGATRON: BLAH BLAH BLAH! SHUT UP!

MEGATRON: (Linked bubble) BE MORE AWESOME! LIKE ME!

MEGATRON: (Linked bubble) FOR EVERYTHING I DO IS AWESOME!

(SIXTH PANEL; Overhead shot of Megatron, still standing on Thundercracker’s downed form, with his arms upraised and screaming at the sky.)

MEGATRON: GAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!!

wada sez: Thanks to Mike for providing these scripts, and for all his support on the project!

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #script #Mike Priest #Onslaught #Thunderwing #Goldbug #Repugnus #Ultra Magnus #Ironhide #Thundercracker

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ravingrovebeetle · 11 months ago

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Donatello's Guide to Life: Part 1

currently cursing tumblr for destroying the image quality. also—apologies for the low quality in the last several panels, i have covid (tested positive yesterday :( ).

anyway since the image quality is shot, here is the transcript:

[staten island 2022]

panel 1:

leo: looks like i've been portal-chopped—and not even by my own portal.

panel 3:

leo: what's with the faces? you saved me didn't you?

mikey: yeah... hey, you know what would really make me feel better?

donnie: angelo, i swear to the pizza supreme allmighty if you say—

panel 4:

mikey: [in bubble letters] GROUP HUG!

panel 8:

donnie (as narrator): sometimes, i think you might be right about our "twin sense." even if we aren't actually twins. or even biologically related.

panel 10:

leo: alright, group hug over! you guys stink.

donnie (as narrator): sometimes i'm embarrassed that you can tell. what i'm feeling, i mean.

panel 11:

donnie: wait, leo—

panel 13:

donnie (as narrator): i mean, you're walking off a lost arm

leo: let's go home!

donnie (as narrator): and i got overwhelmed by a hug.

panel 14:

donnie: what were you thinking??

leo: good to see you too.

donnie: you could have died!

leo: yep.

donnie: and you were okay with that?

leo: yep.

donnie: you're impossible!

leo: yep.

donnie: if you say "yep" one more time, i will personally remove your other arm—

donnie: sorry.

panel 16:

leo: at least i'm here

panel 17:

donnie: ...at least you're here. arms are replaceable.

panel 18:

leo: you know you're the only person who would say something like that, right?

donnie: well, actually...

panel 19:

[background text of donnie explaining the history of bionics]

panel 20:

leo: —donnie. donnie.

donnie: oh. my apologies. also please stop moving your arm, it's messing with the iv.

leo: don't worry, i blanked out as soon as you started going into "speech mode." ...anyway, about that arm?

donnie: i'm on it.

leo: sweet! i knew you could lend me a hand.

note: panels 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 12 do not contain any text.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt disaster twins #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt comic #rottmnt leo #tmnt 2018 #save rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt donatello #donatello's guide to life

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sweetbillwriting · 9 months ago

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In Another Universe (Love Just Happens)

Red Dress, Gray Blouse - Part 7

Setting: This story is set in a parallel universe to my story Love Just Happens about Bill Skarsgård and my original character Aurora Lou.

Characters: Bill and Aurora are the same characters but because they have other experiences they are a bit different from the original story.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, cheating, jealousy, possessiveness, mentions about sex, sexism, foul language.

“Stop staring at her!” Whispered the stylist, upset at him. She was there to help him with changing clothes for a new scene but he just stood and stared at Aurora, who was waiting for the filming of their scene to begin. She wore a fluffy white robe but her legs were bare. They would film a morning scene, so he knew she was just wearing a big t-shirt and pajama shorts. Since that morning, he hadn't been able to stop staring at her. It had been five days since he saw her. For a while, he thought she had left but she had just not started filming yet.

Bill looked at the stylist but then back at Aurora.

“But I just do it to get her attention?”

“Yeah and you will get her attention but she will just believe you're mocking her.”

“She knows I wouldn't do that…” he said with a low voice and continued to look at Aurora.

“Just like she knew you wouldn't break her heart?” The stylist looked at him pointedly.

Bill looked back at her without moving his head with pursed lips. He wished he could control the narrative but he was the villain in this.

“What should I do then?” He said and looked down in the ground hopelessly. The stylist gave him a zipper hoodie, two sizes too small and a look of sympathy.

“I will talk to her and see what she says but… I thought you wanted to be with your wife? I'm not going to help you use Aurora as some sort of entertainment!”

Bill gave her a look when some of the crew walked by their tent.

“I just want to be her friend,” he said and pulled on the hoodie.

“That you can stare inappropriately at? Just a question… Do you still have her panties?”

Bill made a frustrated sound.

“Forget about it, forget about it!” He said and threw his hands in the air. The stylist smirked.

“I will talk to her but if you're anything but nice to her, I will put needles in your nipples the next time I dress you!”

Bill looked at her in bewilderment.

“I get it, Erica! I just want to be her friend!”

×××

Aurora snuck peeks of Bill who sat quietly on a kitchen chair. She had felt before that he had looked at her but now he just sat with a lowered head and listened to the director, Max. Aurora didn't want to look at him but got a bit provoked. She felt everything that happened affected her work but it clearly didn't affect him that way. She could see him disappear in his character second by second. She was impressed, fascinated and felt her heart beat in glorifying love but was also so angry. She wished she could just destroy this for him too.

“Aurora…” Once again, the director stopped the filming and gave her an annoyed look.

“You're looking down at the floor again…”

Aurora swallowed hard and nodded. She knew it was a rookie mistake to either look at the camera or hide from it but she cringed every time she tried to forget everything around her. It wasn't because of Bill, even if she wanted to tell herself that. This was just not her element but she did it to add a spark to her singing career.

They started again and she really tried to become Poppy. Fast-talking, bubbly Poppy but when she succeeded, the director still wanted more footage. She really tried to keep calm, even if it felt like everyone got annoyed and that made her forget lines instead. Max passed her a script in annoyance and she read through it in a panic. She imagined Bill staring at her, being as annoyed as the others but Bill just sat in calmness. He knew Aurora so well that he knew he should just keep himself in the background until she actually wanted help.

“Maybe we have enough for this scene? I mean, I think it looks okay,” said Frank, who got an annoyed look from Max. He didn't look at Max; instead, he smiled a bit at Aurora.

She gave him an unsure smile back because she knew too well how it looked. She was the girl sleeping around with the powerful men—the showrunner, the leading actor. It was one sort of role she could get and that was also the same sort of role others wanted to give her in reality too.

Max said they would take a break, probably to fight with Frank so Aurora took her chance to go away alone and do what she did best: cry.

Bill could guess why she ran away so fast and looked after her with a heavy chest. He wanted to be there for her and help her but he knew he would make everything worse for her if he tried to speak to her in a weak moment.

After having talked with Max and Frank about what their thoughts were, he looked around again and saw Erica put her things together. He was desperate and heard himself shout at her before she jumped into the car. She looked towards him confused, and he jogged up to her.

“Ehh… Do you like, know Lou?”

Erica shrugged her shoulders.

“We have met a few times, just like you and I?”

“Okay… Ehh… She's really upset and I don't know if she has anyone to really talk to and… Yeah I can't do it?” said he and looked at Erica with big, worried eyes.

Erica hadn't asked for getting in the middle of it but she wouldn't let Aurora sit and cry alone somewhere.

“Okay. I’ll do it, but you stay here! And I will say to her, you're an asshole because you are!”

Bill nodded feverishly. He didn't care, as long as Aurora wasn't alone.

×××

Erica walked away from the film set, searching for the short girl by the surrounding buildings. It took much longer than she was prepared for and started to wonder if she would find her at all but it was then that she saw Aurora by a tree, not at all far from the house they were filming in. She was hidden by other trees, so there were probably few people who had seen her. She spoke on the phone and dried her wet cheeks with her fingers.

“I don't know, dad… It's so hard… And I feel so young and stupid… I should just go home. I suck at this and he just makes me feel bad about myself…”

Erica didn't mean to eavesdrop but she heard Aurora's vulnerable words while walking up to her. Aurora heard her steps and looked to the side.

“Ehm… Dad, I'll call later, okay? Yeah, bye,” she said before hanging up. Erica smiled at her; it was sweet that it was her father of all the people she decided to talk with.

“Hey… I just wanted to see if you're okay?” Erica sat down next to her. “Aren't you cold?” She looked down at Aurora's bare legs in the soft shorts. Aurora shrugged.

“I'm used to it? Some outfits just demand bare legs,” she joked, drying her cheeks with her hands again. Erica smiled, amused.

“I hear you. I worked with a girl who had sheer tights in open shoes all the time. Just hideous!”

Aurora looked at her with an almost disgusted face.

“Why open shoes? Couldn't she have pumps or something?”

“She wanted to show off her acrylics.”

Erica smirked and it made Aurora laugh. They had met a few times and Aurora liked Erica but she never saw friendship potential in anyone. She knew she was obsessed with her career and too much of a perfectionist when it came to everything around her and she hadn't met anyone that had the energy for it. There have been men who wanted to be with her but she could find other reasons for their interest. Also Bill had proved he wasn't interested in her as a person either.

“It was actually Bill who said you were sad. He didn't want you to be alone,” confessed Erica and waited for Aurora's reaction. “Of course I care too but it was him who saw you.”

Aurora gave her a surprised look but it fell fast and she shook her head.

“Have you ever noticed that men would rather have a bad conscience than stop doing selfish things? Women try to do the right thing while men try to cover up that they did something wrong…”

“Better to say sorry than ask for permission?” Said Erica and looked at the house they were filming in.

“Yeah!” Aurora looked at the same point while letting the tears roll down her cheeks again.

“I do that sometimes too,” said Erica honestly. “Being selfish.”

Aurora looked at her and waited for her to say something more.

“I know that you know everyone here knows about you and Bill so, I'm just going to spill the tea, okay? That dude is a mess and obviously an asshole but I don't think he wants to hurt you.”

Aurora laughed unamused.

“Maybe not but he sure doesn't try to not hurt me, if you get me? God, the bastard brought his fucking wife here! He seems to forget that this situation was not my choice at all! I…” Aurora paused and looked at Erica. “Shit, I'm oversharing now…”

“That's okay. I can overshare too, if you want. So it's more even?”

Aurora giggled.

“Yeah?”

“I slept with Frank, you know, before he realized he was gay. Maybe he became gay because I hadn't shaved my legs or something.”

Aurora laughed. Frank, the showrunner who loved everything she did, was obviously gay in her eyes but it wasn't as obvious for others.

“But you can't tell anyone about that and I won't talk about your ranting, okay?”

Aurora looked at Erica. The only one she had talked about the Bill thing with was her father and talking with him could be difficult; he still was her father. She took a deep breath.

“I really didn't choose this situation. I fell for a guy I thought was divorced and I never did anything with him when I knew he was married. He chose to just let everything go with me and try to be that fucking perfect family father… He has no right to even say he's sorry because he never tried to not hurt me…”

Aurora felt the tears well up again. Erica looked at her with big eyes. She had gotten another picture from Bill; she thought he had tried to be with her but she had rejected him at once. She believed he had crawled for her just like she had done herself when she cheated.

“And then he brought his wife?” Erica said, upset.

“Yeah and shoved it in my face right when… I used the only weapon I have…” She gave Erica a pointed look and she would have understood what weapon she meant even if she hadn't seen Bill with Aurora's panties in his hand.

“What a fucking asshole! I really thought he was just… a pussy but fuck! God. Lou, tonight we’ll go to that awful pub by the church and just hate on him. Come on, you're hot, young, talented, kind to everyone. He knows he's the loser in this so well! He could have had you!”

×××

Many of the crew would go out that night, not because it was the weekend, but just to celebrate the first day of filming. Bill had said yes to an invitation from some of the other cast members but realized he probably wouldn't be able to go. Aurora would probably be there and he had his wife with him. He couldn't have them both in the same place. At the end of filming he tried to find Erica again to see if she had been able to talk with Aurora. He found her outside of a trailer and was about to walk up to her when Aurora came out of the trailer. She laughed at something Erica said and gathered her long hair in a high ponytail. He got warm seeing her smile and laugh but knew his presence would make her smile fall, her laugh transforming into chest pains. Bill continued to walk by them. It seemed like Erica and Aurora had hit it off and he would be really happy if they became friends. Aurora had so few people in her life she had been able to trust, that she had let in. He walked to his trailer and packed his stuff, preparing to go back to his hotel. He hated that he was just one more person who had betrayed her. If he had done things differently, maybe they would have been able to be friends at least. Or they could have been… He took a break in the middle of pulling on a hoodie and stood with it around his neck. He closed his eyes and thought back to the early mornings in Aurora’s small New York apartment. Her body close to his, the smell of her perfume mixed with her own personal scent, and her silly snoring. He fell asleep so easily, like her snoring was the softest lullaby and then woke up with her tickling his nose. He knew it was her, even if he was asleep and it felt like she dusted off every bad feeling he had ever felt.

Bill looked down at the floor and in his loneliness, he let himself cry.

×××

“I'm actually really bad at relationships! Like really bad! I am like a dude!” Erica said, loudly, affected by her three beers. Aurora looked at her warmly. It was refreshing being with someone who didn't talk to her like she could break. She was petite, soft spoken and cute, people often treated her like she was made of glass, especially other women weirdly enough.

“I've also cheated, you know, don't hate me for that!”

“Of course not. It wasn't me you cheated on, right?” Said Aurora with a smile and took a sip of her own beer.

“I would never cheat on you! I think I'm already more in love with you than I have been with a guy. And to clarify, I am straight!”

Aurora smirked and shook her head. She looked around at the people in the bar while playing with the hem of her red dress.

“He isn't here. We would see him. You know, because of the height,” said Erica.

“Yeah… The height…” said Aurora with a sigh and gave Erica a pointed look.

“Yeah…” said Erica the same way. “Fuck him.”

“I should not fuck him,” said Aurora. “Even if I want to. No one compares to him…”

Erica took a sip of her beer.

“He's proportional?”

It took a few seconds for Aurora to react but when she understood the question, her cheeks became just as red as her dress. Erica smirked and let the question hang in the air.

“Are you here?” Miles showed up next to them and looked at them with a bright smile. "It didn't seem like many of the cast members were here at all. Join us! I'm with Frank, over there,” he pointed further into the pub.

Aurora was on her way to accept his invitation, but Erica talked over her.

“It's okay; we have ordered food so we’ll stay here,” she said sweetly, making Miles smile bigger.

When he left them, Aurora looked at Erica, confused.

“They're sucking each other's cocks. They want to be alone, trust me.”

Aurora laughed, she wasn't used to someone with Erica's kind of way but she liked it. It was refreshing, it felt like she needed such a person in her life.

×××

Bill sat with his wife in a modest Vietnamese restaurant in New York. The last year, things have been better between them, much thanks to the positive changes in both their lives. They have had more to talk about but now it was quiet between them again. Bill had realized everything was a lie between them. He had lied to her but she had also lied to him. They were a worthless couple and they hanged on together because of obligations and others opinions. Before meeting Aurora again, before he knew the truth, he had almost believed he was happy with his wife but it was just a product of outside factors. He had his dream job, and she had a more eventful life but they were never happy together.

He sighed loudly while looking at his wife in her neat updo and gray blouse. He just wanted Aurora. She would have talked about the silliest things and been interested in everything in his life, even the video games he played.

“We should maybe continue our conversation from yesterday…” He spoke Swedish so no one around him could understand. His wife looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Why? You cheated. It was a long time ago, now we move on.”

Bill smiled sadly.

“But you don't feel anything about it?”

She looked at him for a long time and pursed her lips.

“I did. I did at first… I was really angry but I dealt with it and as long as nothing more happens between you and her, or someone else, for that matter, I don't see a reason to… Make a thing of it. As I said, it was a long time ago.”

Bill looked down at his food because he still had feelings for Aurora; it wasn't a long time ago. His wife knew this too. She knew he looked at those pictures of her on his phone and how weird he had acted after the read-through. The young girl still had power over him but so did she. She had the kids. She had friends all over Stockholm.

You know, they have added a kiss between me and her character… Or like a make out session between us…”

His wife looked up at him slowly. She felt a negative feeling in her chest, but it wasn't really jealousy.

“Okay… But you're actors? Will it be anything more than that?”

Bill looked out over rainy New York and nodded ones. It wasn't much of an answer but his wife took it. She had the kids.

×××

With Erica by Aurora's side, she felt like the filming became easier. She could ignore Bill and focus on her acting, even if she noticed they weren't pleased with her. She was honest with Erica that she knew she was just the pretty face of the series but Erica still backed her up, saying that they had cast her and now they should help her so Aurora asked them to make it clearer to her what they actually were looking for after two weeks on set.

Bill also had an easier time when his wife left. He had been worried and stressed with her there and now that he knew she knew the truth, he could also forgive himself a bit. She had forgiven him, even if it wasn't in the way he had expected. It was still hard for him to see Aurora and that she now had a real friend that made her happy; he also felt her pulling him in. He just wanted to know what made her laugh and if he could also make her laugh.

“Bill!” Shouted Max, the director, while he sat in the food tent. He had sneakily looked at Aurora who sat by a table with the script. She didn't have any scenes that day so instead she was there, brightening the day up with her pink jeans and white fluffy sweater.

Max came up to him and smiled at him in a way Bill could see he wanted something from him. Bill gave him an inspecting look and leaned back in his chair.

“You want something,” he said with a smirk, crossing his arms. Max smiled guiltily and laughed a little.

“You're too good at that. Seeing through us all… But yeah, I want you to do something.”

Bill made a gesture with his hand, like he wanted him to continue to talk.

“You know, you're the best actor here…”

Bill laughed at his crawling and rolled his eyes.

“You are!” Continued Max. “And we would need that talent for some teaching?”

Bill furrowed his brows in confusion and waited for more information. Max sighed, sat down and leaned forward.

“I know this is weird but it's actually the person's own request. That you should teach her… It's Aurora Lou.”

Bill looked at the director in surprise and peeked at Aurora who played with her long hair while reading the script. She moved her glossy lips and Bill licked his own while watching hers. He looked back at the director with a beating heart. She wanted him close again. She showed herself vulnerable and wanted his help. He looked at Aurora again and dragged his hands over his thighs over and over. She wanted to be around him. He turned to the director. He didn't notice how strained the director’s smile was.

“Yeah okay. Okay. Has she mentioned a time or something? Where?”

Aurora had told the director that she had time that night but nothing more than that, but the director was desperate. Her acting was awful and the only one there who could help her was Bill.

“I will check with her. I think she said you can show up at her hotel tonight?”

Bill nodded feverishly. He felt a stir in his pants and felt gross at once but she wanted to meet him at her hotel. They would probably do it in her bed. He couldn't cheat again but just sitting on her bed wasn't cheating, right?

×××

6 pm. Her trailer.

Okay, it wasn't her hotel room but she wanted to see him. She wanted his help and hung out with him.

His day had ended at 2 p.m., so he had been at his hotel, refreshing himself. He didn't feel that for the moment he looked good in anything. He was skinny, like a teenage boy and his hair was longer and uncut. On his top lip, he had a shade of a mustache but he needed it all for his character. He chose a safe card, a black sweater and jeans. Nothing special, it would look silly if he dressed up.

Before he would leave the hotel room, he weighed the bottle of red he had bought in his hand. It wasn't a date but unconsciously, he didn't seem to have understood that. He put on some more splashes of cologne and looked at himself in the mirror again with the wine bottle in his hand. He pushed his hair back and nodded to himself. This would go great.

He took some big detours to avoid meeting someone when he walked between the trailers. They didn't need to know he and Aurora would meet, nor that he was carrying an expensive bottle of wine. He tried to calm himself down by breathing deeply but when he knocked on the door to Aurora’s trailer, his hand still shook.

It took some time for her to open and when she did, she gave him the strangest look. He otherwise thought he was good at reading people but her face showed too many emotions at once.

“Ehh… I'm here now?” He said nervously but with a big smile.

Aurora didn't say anything; she just swallowed hard and looked around. She wore the same clothes as earlier that day but her make-up seemed to have faded a bit.

“Can I come in? It's quite chilly tonight,” he continued without dropping his smile.

“Emm…” Aurora finally said something and Bill took a grip on the door as support. He didn't mean anything with it but Aurora looked at his hand quickly. Bill looked at his hand too and released the door. He felt the tension in the air. Something was really wrong.

“I'm waiting on Max?” She said and looked around. Bill swallowed hard. Her behavior made him feel like a predator even if he had been invited. He couldn't even say if she told him the truth. Maybe she had changed her mind and didn't dare to tell him that?

“Okay… He said to me that you need some help?” He said carefully. It looked like a light went up for Aurora and she released the door to cross her arms.

“Yeah but he said he would help me.”

Bill stood dumbfounded and hid the bottle even more behind his leg. She had never wanted to see him.

“Oh… I guess I should go then..” he laughed in humiliation and rubbed his eye.

Aurora felt bad. She shouldn't, really, but in that moment, he reminded her so much of the first time they met. His nervous but considerate way. She looked down at the bottle in his hand and she sighed. She didn't know what his expectations for the night were but she was just too curious. Too in love with that awkward, tall man.

“You brought wine?” She said to him when he turned to walk down the stairs. Bill looked up at her and was on his way to stumble on the stairs. Aurora couldn't stop herself from looking at him amused. It seemed to be hard to have control over the long limbs.

“Or have you already been drinking it?” She joked. Bill laughed awkwardly and looked at her with big, examining eyes. He didn't know how he should interpret her jokes.

“Come in then…” she said with a shoulder shrug and turned her back to him.

Bill felt his heart in his throat and for a moment he thought about fleeing but pulled himself together and walked into her trailer.

Aurora looked at him, he looked even taller in the small space and she felt the attraction flow like hot tea in her bloodstream. He put the bottle on a counter and looked around a bit curiously. It smelled like her perfume and oranges. Aurora stood and looked at him and when he felt her eyes, he looked back at her. Both of them looked between the other's eyes and lips but let the thought hang between them.

“So acting lesson…” she said with a nervous laughter and sat down on the couch. Bill laughed in a similar way and played with the wine bottle in his hand.

“There’s an opener in the top drawer,” Aurora said and nodded to the drawer.

Bill opened the bottle confidently even if Aurora watched him. She looked at his hands and how his hair hung down in his eyes. She noticed he was as nervous and uncomfortable as her but still he could open the bottle so easily. An evil voice said in her head that he maybe had become a bit of an alcoholic after he dumped her.

Aurora stood up to take out two wine glasses and let Bill pour. After that they sat down on the couch again. They were silent for a while before Bill took the script in front of them and started to look through the scenes he wasn't in.

“So how is the wife?” Aurora said sourly after having been drinking up her glass of wine. Bill paused in his reading. He hadn't expected them to talk about his wife. He looked down at his hands, which were free from rings. He didn't have them when he worked so he forgot to put them on after that. He looked up at Aurora but didn't say anything. He thought she was a bit too harsh on him. His idea was to leave his wife but it was Aurora who never answered. That he stayed with his wife was a cowardly move but nothing against her.

“I don't really know what to say, Lou… I don't know what you want from me?” He said, leaning back on the couch. He looked at her resigned. She looked at his big eyes, the pixie nose. For having such boyish features he was an excellent manipulator. Maybe it was what people saw when they thought he looked scary.

Aurora shook her head to herself and looked down at her hands. She didn't have any long nails because it didn't suit her character and she felt even more naked because of it. She wanted to hit him, scream at him but the manipulation probably broke her down because instead of showing herself angry and tough, she cried in silence.

Bill looked at her, seeing how big tears started to stream down her cheeks. He swallowed hard. He didn't want anything else but to comfort her but it didn't feel like that's what she wanted.

“You know what I wanted. You know that you broke me!” Said she and laid her hands over her face.

Bill couldn't keep himself from moving closer to her. He laid his hand on her arm and to his surprise, she laid her head against his chest. He hugged her hard.

“But… You didn't even give me the chance to leave her? I know that I was awful for lying to you but you never gave me the chance to show why I had lied. That my love for you was real.”

Aurora looked up at him. Her eyes were red with tears and her cheeks were black with mascara.

“I told you to fucking prove yourself for me but you didn't answer! And I saw that you read the text but you didn't answer!”

Bill looked at her red face in confusion.

“Okay ehm… Maybe that was what you wanted to do, but you didn't? I haven't received any texts from you.”

For a short second Aurora saw herself crush the wine bottle on Bill's head.

“Right, right. Because I'm delusional! My feelings are everywhere so I also have delusions!”

Bill looked at her upset when she stood up. He licked his lips and looked at her with furrowed brows. He thought everything through.

“You mean you actually wrote to me… That you actually were prepared to forgive me?” He said and swallowed hard. It felt like his heart was on its way up in his throat. The panic was pounding in his head. Aurora turned around and looked at him with fresh tears on her cheeks.

“Yes! But you chose to stay with your dry wife and her even dryer pussy!”

Aurora heard herself say Erica's choice of words and felt awful for three seconds until she thought it through. No, his wife probably has the driest pussy. There was a reason why he lapped at her own pussy as greedy as a man in the Sahara.

Bill blinked in confusion and shock.

Aurora looked at him. She didn't say anything more but her low sobs filled the trailer.

“I never got those texts… I promise. Because if I got them… If I had… I would have done everything in my power to make you mine.”

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #love just happens

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years ago

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Monkie Kid

season 4

episode 1

knox reaction

HECK

L- help that’s so funny i just started typing this and my youngest bro came up to me and went “shouldn’t you be watching monkie kid?” THE TIMING WAS IMPECCABLE I’M ON THE FLOORBG;SAKMF;AWLEF

ANYWAY HE’S RIGHT I SHOULD BE

I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE SINCE EIGHT THIRTY AND IT’S ONE NOW AND EVERY TIME I THOUGHT ABOUT WATCHING I’D GET SO HYPE IT FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA IMPLODE BUT HECK IT HECK IT WE BALL, LETS ROLL I’M READY TO SCREAM AND CRY AND SOB AND WHAT THE HECK AM I GETTING IN FOR-

man i love this show this is insane

ALRIGHT

guys I haven’t even opened the file pls it’s just sitting there i’m cryiNGBG;ALAWFIAMWF

OKAY

OKAY I CAN DO THIS

(ajr bang song music) HERE WE G O

opened the file. I have accepted there’s no way i’m going to be normal about any of this

can i just say tho i’m impressed how quickly we got the english episodes season 3 was waiting months and avoiding spoilers was like walking through a minefield- wdym no i’m not stalling

HECK OKAY STARTING HERE WE GO

i have closed discord no longer distracted

OH GODS I PRESSED PLAY I;MGNSDF;LKMAFAWGBA;IOWMF

THEMESONG WTHEME SONG I’M GOINT GBDFBSALKFMA;OWIABG;IWEMF;AMF

I have

seen the theme that was shared last month but

oh man i am

i am still not normal

GUYS ITS GBSDFB;AWKMEFFL

CAN I PLS JUST

THE BEGINNING?? PLS??? THE GOING THROUGH VICTORIES THEY’VE HAD, THE LBD ONE I’M BGSDF;MAWOIEFMAF

AND NOW EVERYONE’S GOT THEIR JTTW COUNTERPARTS/PAST LIVES BEHIND THEM AND I AM MENTALLY ILL WHY IS EVERYTHING THIS SHOW DOES SO FREAKING PRETTY PLS I’M GBSDFLK;MA;GOINWFAMF AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

sorry going through it frame by frame we’ll be here a while I try and make it quick

I love how Zhu Bajie is holding a kitchen knife sir still cooks 10/10, hecking desert for Tang with ruins and HMBGSLDKFMAWEF SANDY, SANDY MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED, ALL THE SKELTONS IN THE BACKGROUND WITH HIM AND THE WILD RED HAIR DESIGN FOR SHA WUJING GIVES ME LIFE, MEI WITH THE DRAGON PALACE BEHIND HER I’M IN TEARS, AND THEN WE GET TO THE MONKEYS, AND THE SCROLL WINDING AROUND IN THE BACKGROUND I SWEAR IF THIS IS TIME TRAVEL, OR DELVING INTO SWK’S MEMORIES, OR GOING INTO THE BOOK I’M FLIPPING TABLES I HAVE SO MANY GUESSES AND I’M SURE NONE OF THEM ARE RIGHT SWK AND MAC HELLO DISASTER MONKEYS YOUR’E BEAUTIFUL HIS HAT HIS HAT I’M GONNA CRYGBLSAE;KFMAWEF

as you can see I am perfectly normal about this show LEGO Monkie Kid

lion fella looking at swk, hi you can tell the lion dude is a fave the way he’s drawn no fr literally just in the theme song he is so shaped, i’m sure he’s great but SWK BELOVED WITH HIS MONKEYS |;A;/ PLS THE SWORN BROTHERS ALL LAUGHING AND MESSING AND SWK LOOKING PASSED OUT ON THE TABLE PLS I’MGBNSDFLKAMWEO DBK’S SMILE FACING OFF AGAINST THE HELPGNDFL WITH NEZHA THERE AND AAAAAAAAAAAA MAC THERE AND AAAAAAAA

we’re cool we’re normal, i remember someone saying this was supposed to be like a filler season not so plot heavy or something, i call cap this is gonna emotionally destroy me i can already feel it

MK GETS LI’LL MECH IT LOOKS LIKE IT TELAPORTED THERE THAT MIGHT JUST BE FOR THE THEME SONG BUT THAT WOULD BE AWESOME IF HE LEARNS HOW TO DO THAT HELLO??

new outfits new outfits new outfits NEW OUTFITS NEW FITS NEW FITS NEW FITS

TANG GETTING A HAND OF HIS BUBBLE SPELL, PIGSY HYPE PIGSY HYPE PIGSY STANS WHERE WE AT, NAH I LOVE THIS DUDE SM, FATHER OF THE YEAR only Sandy could smile that brightly standing on a pile of bones and skulls i swear MY MANS WEARING HALF A SHIRT PLS BGS;LFKMAW;EOFIM

so hear me out, theory moment, all this dark looking fools with blue eyes, i swear they look like ink, ink from a book perhaps? maybe i book they get thrown into HECK IF I KNOW I’M JUST SO HYPED I SWEAR I’M SHAKING THEY HAVE THEIR WEAPONS HBGBSDF;AMWOEIMF SCREAAAMSSS fighting evil ink clones of their past lives? MK FACING OFF AGAINST MONKEY OFC I JUST AM SO FREAKING EXCITED I CANTBGL;SDFMAOI;EWFMASLKFAWOIEMKDSF

the jttw crew looks so freaking dope i love them

gosh this show’s animation is just FLYING BARK YOU HAVE MY ENTIRE SOUL NOTHING BUT MAD RESPECT AND GRATEFULNESS FOR MAKING THIS HIGH QUALITY OF ANIMATION

okay okay theme song over, i managed to have that only take up like… less space than ses 3 I’M DOING GOOD SEE GSDBFA;LKFMEWOFIAMFKLAF

okay actual episode time I’m gonna cry when i hear any of them i’mgbkl;fma;owef

oh ohhh hello hellloooooo hello mysterious swooshy beginning hiiii

OH OH

IS THIS

THIS LOOKS LIKE THE UNDERWORLD

HELLO??

ALL THE LITTLE FLOATY LIGHTS IS THIS THE UNDERWORLD??? DEATH?? HI? ????

i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal

that’s a dope fit dude, i’m biased towards sick hoods tho i will say, looks like he has like an arrow on the back of his hand whats that i feel like i’m being presumptious assigning this dude as he- OH COME ON THAT’S SO DOPE THAT’S SUCH A COOL HEBGSFLKMAIOWEJFIAMFMMF HELLO ROOM FULL OF SPINNY THINGS IS THAT THE DEATH NAME BOOK\???? AAAAA

i’m jumping ahead might not be the underworld at all i could be wrong AAAAAAASCREAMSNGBSLK;DFMAWEF

SIR THE VIOLENCE OF THAT SPIN LIKE, THE HECKING FORCE OF SOMETHING LOOKING SO EASY AND IT SHAKES THE WHOLE FLOOR IS SOMETHING ALRIGHT I’M BGDS;LFMA;OEWF

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

STIMMING STIMMING CHILLS I CAN’T TYPE I’M TOO BUSY STIMMINGBGFSDL;JFMA;WE SCREAMSNBSGSDKFLM SCREAMSBGSKMDFLM HELGGBBSKAMW;EF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

nice transition i love this show i’m in pieces GLOWY LETTERS ITS THEY ITS THEM WHAT DOES THIS MEEEAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

DOUBLE SNAKE

oh we have old lego people now hello gents NAH BUT THEIR BACKGROUND CHARACTER DESIGN IS ALWAYS SO FIRE

the trio of grandma’s my beloveds

PLS I CAN’T BEILEVE HOW DISGRUNTLED THIS ONE PERSON LOOKS AT BEING THROWN INTO THE AIR BGSLKF;MAWEMIF

have

kay

so so

so sooo so hey hi hello hi there i

i am smiling

so big rn sir

the grandmas mk MK

MY BOY

MY LAD

MY MAN

IT HE

I ADORE

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ITS HE

So i really love this funky monkie man, i adore him, he is serotonin, he is everything, he is so wonderful

OKAY AND THE SNAKES EXPRESSION IS SO FUNNY PLS, JUST *SWEATS* MASSIVE STAFF MY LAD IS DOING SO WELL I’MGBSDALKFMAWE

VOICE I

I NEED TO PRESS PLAY AGAIN I WANT TO HEAR HIM I WANTBG;LSDFMAWE I LOVE THIS FREAKING SHOW SOMEBDOY SEDATE ME BGDS;LFKMA;WEF

POWERFUL

HE IS BUT A LAD

HE IS T H E LAD

“GOOD MORNING LADIES”

PLS

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND PLSBGB;SDFMA;OWIEFMAWENASNGWIEMFKSMF

HIS SMILE

HISBGSLKFMAWE

GOOD MORNIGN MK

WHAT A SWEETIE

PLS

ADOPTED GRANDMAS THANK YOU

MISS LADIES GM

I’M

I’M GOING TO START SOBBING I SWEAR HE IS EVERYHTINGBFMAOIAWJE;FAGBAEFMASF

POWERFUL LAD

HE IS NOTHING BUT VIBINGBSDF;LKAMWE

SELFIE

PLS HE’S TAKING SELFIES WITH THE GRANDMAS I’M BGSLFKM;AWE

THE BLEP

PLS

PLS HE’S SO WONDERFUL I AM NORMAL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER I SWEAR

JIN AND YIN

THE LADS

nice caps mates y’all stylin this season 10/10

OH THEIR SNAKE NICE

HELPGNSLFKMWE HAS THE STAFF

STILL TAKES THE VEHICLE

WHOAH

WHAT THE

SEARPENT SHEARS

FANCY

OH THEY’RE SO FANCY TODAY

THOSE ARE MASSIVE

PLS

MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

MA’AM OF MY HEART

FIRE OF MY HEART

GIRL OF MY WORLD

WHAT WORDS BELVOED

BELOVED

SHE’S STYLIN IN A SHIP

PLS

PLS IT’S ALWAYS BREAKING DOWN

HER LAUGH

HER LAUGH IS EVERYHTINGSKFLSDMF

PRETTY NEW ROBE

OHH HELLO? HOW’D THEY GET HIS RING???

WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THESSENL;GMAWEF-

w wait

wait did they get them from monkey kings place? because if so that’d be really funnybGLKAMWEF

OKAY NAH THO THE “that we’ve SOMEHOW managed to steal” LIKE THEY DON’T KNOW HOW THEY DID IT EITHER I KNOW IT’S WRITING BUT ITS STILL SO FUNNY PLS BGS;LKFMWEA;IOFM

JUST THROWING THINGS

NOT EVEN USING THEM AS WEAPONS

JUST TOSSING THINGS

HELPGNSDLKFMWE

ESPLOSION

MEIIII

EMJIGNSFLKWEM

AAAAAAAAAAAA

CAN

I’M SO HYPE

PLS

LAD GETS A PERSONAL MECH

I’M GONNA CRY

LOOK HOW GOOD HE IS

nNICE CATCH MONKEY MAN

CAUGHT

SNATCHED

NOTHING DOING

EASY MEAL

RIP

BUGGAR

PLS

TEAM ATTACK

I’M GONNA CRY

YOU DID NOT NEED TO DESTROY THAT WHOLE BUIDLIGN PLS BGSLFMKAWE

AWAAA AAA PLLSSSS

THE CITY BEING HAPPY ABOUT HIM I’M

YES

DARN RIGHT

WONDER HOW LONG THAT’LL LAST I’M SORRYGBSF;KMAWEFMAS

SO MANY GRANNIES IN THIS SEASON AND I APPROVE

nice landing mates bG;ALKWEFM

COME ON THEIR SO SILLY AND EPIC I LOVE THEM SM MEI AND MK THE DUO EVER

get

pls its so easy

get BRICKEDBGSLKWEMF

GET BRIKED GET IT CAUSE

BRICK

ON HEAD

pls don’t kill me i’m doing my bestbG;LWAMERF;OAWEF

little groUP HUG

THE TIME FOR HUGS IS OVERGHLSKF

OH??

THEIR MANAGER????

THEIR MANAGER?????????

MK WERE U GONNA KILL THOSE SUCEKRS??

HELPGNSLFKMAWEF

IS THAT THEIR MOM OR AUNT OR SOMETHING??

DANG

AWAAA PLS

“i wasn’t ACTUALLY gonna slice and dice em i just thought we looked cool and edgy” actually your honour i adore him and he’s never done anything wrong in his life and he should get all of the hugs and money and everything in the world

MEI MY BELOVED

TAKING SELFIES

PLS

PLS THAT’S SO FUNNYGBSDFLKAWMEF

mans ready for edgy, i’m ready mei i can feel it its my emo goth girl phase

THEY HAVE PILES FOR DIFFERENT THREAT LEVELSGNSLDKFM PLS

;-;

my lad

my lad is so trauma

pls

he’s so traumatized

pls he needs therapy

I love him i’m so concernedbG;LKAWEF

SIR

SIR PLS

SHE’S CONCERENED

JUNK IN TRUNK

*looks at my bricked joke*

I can’t even judge him i do the same thing plsBGL;AKMEF

am i an Mk kinniebG;LKEWF;ONAWEIOFMWE IGNORE THAT MOVING ON WBK PROBABLYGBSL;FKMWAEF

IS HE OKAY?????

SIR????

ARE YOU ALRIGHT????

I DON’T THINK YOU ARE ALRIGHT

PIGSY

HELPGNBSLF;KMAWE

HELP I’M

PLS

PLS I’M GONANGBSADLKFMAW;EOF HEGBKLSFMEMFK WBGBS;LKDFA;WEIMF

WHEEZINGNSFKLMSDF

OH GODS WE’RE HALF DONE I’MBGBSDFLKAEW

PLS IT’S PIGSY

HE’S NOT EVEN PRETENDING TO DILVIER NOODLES ANYMROE

I’M NGONGDSLFAMOI;WEFMAFKH;GOIAWFEJE

STILL USES THE VEHICLE THO

i am

so in love with everything about this show pls

my concern for mk grows ARE YOU OKAY GOING BY YORUSELF?? ISSUES WITH THE MONKEY ?? ARE YOU OKAY?? TRUAMA AT THE MOUNTAIN?>? DEISAGREEMENTS WITH MONKEY KING STILL?? ARE THINGS AWKARD??? I’M SO CURIOUS PLS BGSLKFMAWEF PLS PLSGBSDLKFMWE

PLS DON’T STILL BE MAD AT HIIIMMMMMMMM

HE’S DOING HIS BEST MK PLS I’LL ONLY ACCEPT THIS OUTOCME IF THIS WHOLE SEASON IS JUST EXPLORING MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA ADN THEY ALL GO “OH TAHT’S WHY HE’S LIKE THIS” OKAY OKAY MOVING ON I’M PROBABLY WRONG I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCHGBSDFLKAEW

i have

to pause this

every time

i hear one of their voices

every time

W WONDERFULGBDSFLKAMWE

MONKEY

IT HE

ITS HIM

IT IS THE MONKEY EVER

THE ONE AND ONLY

THE ABSOLUTE BEST MONKEY OF ALL TIME

THE MOMST TRUAMA

SIR HAS SO MUCH JUNK PLSBGSL;FM

I am so normal you guys I’m so normal about hearing Monkey King Mei Pigsy and Mk’s voices i’m so normal bG;LAWMEF;EWAMF

aALL THE LITTLE MONKEYSNGLKSFE

HELPGNDSLFKMAWEF

NEZHA’S GONNA FLIP WHEN HE HEARS I HAVE THISBGS;LKFMAWEAKGM NOT GONNA RETURN IT? I MEAN FINDERS KEEPERS RIGHT-

OH HE STYLIN

MATE HE STYLIN MONKEY KING IN CAPES BRUH THERE AIN’T NO OTHER

I’M

PLS

HE’S SO

PLS

ITS THE MONKEY GUYS WHAT ELSE DO I SAY

ITS HIM

WHEN IW AS YOUR AGEBGLD;FMA;WEFOIMAWEF

I’M

PLS

HE’S SO

HE IS

YES

I’M

I’M SO NORMAL I LOVE HIM

SIR SEEMS A BIT DETATCHED STILL OH YEAH SAVING PEOPLE YES THAT IS A THING YOU ALSO DO I REMEMBER PEOPELGBSLF;MAKWEF AND GIVING HIM PRAISE YES, PRAISE THE LAD TELL HIM HOW GOOD HE’S DOING DESERVED PLS I’MGBSDF;LKMAWE

SWINGING YOUR BIG OL TAIL AROUND TO GET WHAT YOU WANTED-

he is

so important to me you guys I have such brainrot over this monkey pls bGLKAMWEFAF

I WAS GOING TO SAY MAKING REGRETABLE LIFE CHOICES BUT BGS;LKFMA;WEFAG;WOAIEMFAWEF

y you

kinda already done

more for this world that i ever

;-;

pls

i’m

|;-;/

|;A;/

monk e y

OH MK PLS WDYM

OH WE

WE PLAYING THE BLAME GAME ARE WE

OH THEY’RE BOTH SO TRUAMATIZED AND MENTALLY ILL

THEY BOTH NEED THERAPY SO BAD

MONKEY KING BLAMING YOURSELF FOR IT ISNT’ GONNA HELP MK STOP BLAMING HIMSELF PLS MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND WHAT THEY NEEDED ANYWAY PLS, MK IF YOU HADN’T SHOWN UP THEY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE STAFF STRAIGHT AWAY, LBD CLEARLY ALREADY HAD THE KEY THE MAYOR HAD IT, AND COME ON COME OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MK PLS YOU GOTTA JUMP THROUGH SOME SERIOUS HOOPS TO SELF BLAME FOR THIS

i mean his teacher’s p good at doing that too it seems but BGLA;KMEF;OAWEF SHAKES THEM BOTH

YOU HECKING MENTALLY ILL MONKEYS

i adore them hanging out they mean everything to me I’m adoring how chill this starts out i feel like i’m about to be hit by a train of some kind bGLK;MAWEF

“come on bud you gotta learn to let that suff go” AND RISK LOOKING LIKE HE’S IRRESPONCIBLE AND DOESN’T CARE AT ALL LIKE YOU??? THIS IS A CHALLANGE SORRY I’M THINKING ABOUT MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA AND HOW BEING ALOOF AND LIKE HE DOESNT’ CARE HSA GOTTA BE THE ONLY WAY HE CAN LIVE WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT HE DID AND THE STUFF THAT WAS DONE TO HIM OKAY I’M NORMAL I’M NORMAL

BELIEVE ME I WASN’T ALWAYS THE EASIESTMKML

WHAT

BUT YOUR’E SO CUTE AND CHEEKY

PLS

MONKEYGBSDLFK;AW;OEFMAGH;IAOWENBG;OIWAEMF

“i know right??” PLS

PLS SIR

UR HONOUR I WILL NOW ONLY EVER DESCRIBE MONKEY KING AS CUTE AND CHEEKY /J /J /J

THE POINT IS

oh hi

hello

nah tho that’s

actually p decent advice ngl

<— number one rule is “leave it better than you found it” in dealing with everything

STILL GOTTA RECOVER FROM THE MESSUPS THO MONKEY KING

I CAN SEE WHY HE’S BEING LIGHT ABOUT IT-IS THAT THE MONA LISA BGS;JDLAKFMNA;WGB;OIAWEM;AWOEG;OIWEFGGBIO;MEF

MK HAVING TROUBLE

I’M GONNA CRY

IT WON’T

OH THAT FACE

OH NO THAT FACE HE MADE

PLS

MONKEY KING SIR

SUN WUKONG

MAN

OH MAAAAAN

THAT FACE

SERIOUSLY THIS DUDE

MAKES SUCH

SPICIFIC FACES WHEN MK ISN’T LOOKING

WHERE ITS JUST

SO MOURNFUL

AND UNDERSTANDING LIKE FEELS THAT

FLYING BARK YOU ABSOLUTE MAD LADS YOUR EXPRESSIONS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

FOREVERS A LONG TIME BUD

TRUST ME

I AM

MENTALLY UNWELL YOU GUYS

I AM SO VERY MENTALLY UNWELL

man cleaning up together ;-;

WELP

THAT’S AWKWARD

FIRST OFF CALLED IT, CALLED IT THAT THEY’D FIND SOMETHIGN WHILE CLEANING HIS PLACE I SO CALLED IT I WAS SO RIGHT

gosh that was some PANIK from mr. the king

OH MAN IT WAS SO CHILL FOR A HOT SECOND

SCREAMSGNSLDKMAWEF

OH I’M

GOTTA BREATH HANG ON I’M NOT CHILL I’M LSOING IT

YOU DID A THING

HIDING BEHIND MONKEY KING PLS

OH BOY

OH BOYYYYYYYYY

SO HANG ON

WHAT IS THISBGSL;DKFMAWE

AAAAA

WAHT IS AGHSJFLKAWEFN;GANLE;AWFKEKMLAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMS

MONKKEY KING SNATCHING HIM GETTING HIM OUT O FTHE WAY AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

OKAY OKAY

SO INK CREATURES

FROM BOOK I WAS RIGHT

SWK WHYAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMINGBNFLAMWEF

AAAAAAA

GOING THROUGH

WHAT

HOLY

WHAT THE CRAP IS

HAPPEN

OH MY GODS

OH MUY GODS WHAS I WRIGBSDLGN;WAELNMWAKEMRFWEMAIEWMGAAA

AAAAAAA

THING ABOTU IT BEING A BOKGHNSG

I’M NOT NORMAL I’M LOSING IT GUYS

ITS

ITS A BOOK OF TRUAMA I SWEAR

LISTEN TO THAT I’M LSOING IT

EVERYBODY YELLING AT HIM LBD LAUGHING WUKONG IS FROZEN ITS THE SAME CLIP FROM WHEN MEI WAS YELLING AT HIM TRUAMA MONKE TRUAMA MONKEY OH OH THIS SEASON IS GOING TO KILL ME I’M GOINT TO DIE I’M GOING TO PERSIH THISBGSLKMA;GH;OIWFMAWEOIFHA;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

TRIPITAKA VOICE SHUT THE FREKAKNDFKLWE UPPPPPP NOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMS THE BABY MONKEYS NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MK READY TO FIGHT

NOOOOO

THE

NOOOOOOOO

BBY MONKEYS

OH MAN

first of

bird guy

fire looking

that animation ??

that composition?? hot dang buddy flying bark is off the rails

secondly

SCREAMS

ITS LITERALLY A BOOK OF SWK’S WORST MOMENTS IT LOOKS LIKE, WAS I RGHT WAS I RIGHT WAS I RIGHT THERE’S NO WAY THERE’S NO WAY IW ASBGNLSAFKMAW HE’S GONNA GET PULLED IN ISN’T HE

MONKEY KINGS GONNA GET PULLED IN I SWEAR IF HE GETS PULLED IN

I’M LSOING IT I’M LOSING IT SCREAMING

SWK VS HIS TURAMA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

TEY

I’M

HOLY CRAP

HOLY WAHT THE FBGDFNKSMA;AWOEGB;OAIWEFMKMSDFKMSDF

HE GOT FREAKINGB

I’LL FIGURE OUT AND ITS CRYING

HE’S CRYINGLKFDMSF

I AM NEVER OKAY EVER A DAY IN MY LIFE I HATE IT WHEN I’M RIGH AND HE SEALED THEM IN HE SEALED HIM

OH MY FREAKINGN TRUAMA

FREE TRUAMA

FREE TRUAMA FOR EVERYBODY

inhales

I am mentally unwell

fake composed

hello good evening

I WAS FREAKING RIGHT ABOUT THE SCROLL I’M GOING TO FREAKING IMPLODE RIGHT THS SECONDHGNLKSAMDF AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMSING

FLIPPING TABLES

RUNNING AROUND

THROWING CHAIRS

RUNNING OUTSIDE

THROWING MYSELF IN THE SNOW

LOSING IT

I AM LOSING IT

I AM SBGLS;KMSBG;OWAIEMNGABGA;OWEIFNA;OEWIBHG;OAIWG;B;OUINFAOIWEBGUIONMG;OIAWEMF;AWGO;IUFN;OIDRQWEJOIJG;OAIERWJF;BG;OWAEIJFOIJEF;LMF;OERGH;OLFMAO;WEIJF;OERGJ;OERHGOA;WEIMFOWGHEWAIOMFERWOGHWAEFJOEWAIMFORIJAG;WOIR

okay so that was

sure something

that was

SURE SOMETHING

THAT SURE WAS SOMETHING HUH

THAT SURE WAS

SOMETHING

WHAT DO I DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THAT

HEKCING

SCREAMS

SWK JUST

THAT WAS A GOODBYE

THAT WAS HIMSAYING GOODBYE

SIR REALLY WENT

WELP

THINGS CAN’T LAST

NICE KNOWING YOU

STUFF ALWAYS CATCHES UP

DO WHAT YOU GOTTA BYEEE

FR THIS DUDE

READY TO DIE

READY TO SEAL HIMSELF INSIDE

WAHT LOOKS LIKE HIS NIGHTMARES AND ALL HIS WORST MISTAKES FOREVER HUH

FR HUH HIM AND HIS MONKEYS JUST GONE

AND THERE ENDS THE LEGEND OF THE MONKEY KING SUN WUKONG GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN

FREAKNBGBGBSLKF;MAWEO;IFAGB;OIAWEFM;WOIAN;SAFMLSKDFDSF

AND I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MORRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Y’all mk is so freaking traumatized the Lad needs therapy asap he just got out of a traumatizing experience and he just watched his mentor get engulfed in freaky ink and THAT

THAT

“some monsters can never change”

“you make a couple of mistakes in your life and no one ever lets you live it down”

“you’ve done more for this world that i ever have”

YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME

HIS FACE

WHEN THAT INK STUFF IS GETTING HIM

HIS FACE THE WHOLE TIME

SO IN THE THEME SONG

HE IS FIGHTING MONKEY KING

HE IS SO IN THE THEME SONG

YOUUUUU

YOU HEKCING

MONKIE CREW DIRECTIORS PEOPEL I LOVE YOU I WANT TO THROW HANDS I’M SCREAMIGNFBGFNAKWEFMAGN;OAIWEMF

THAT

oh yeah so

this season is

probably going to destroy me more than 3 did. 4 is probably going to be my favourite i’m calling it now, we’re dealing with monkey kings past trauma and depending on how its handled this will easily become my favourite welp here we go i’m ready to die bring it the heck on perishment here i come

ahem yes uh

thank you for coming to knox reacts today… uh we will be back with… more reactions when I get… more eps… in english i

all that dialogue that came out of the ink guys come on

THE MACAQUE SCREAM?????????????

THE LOOK ON WUKONGS FACE???

THE LBD LAUGH????????????

I AM

HOLY CRAPGBSESHGBWABG;WA4IEUONAEWFM

“Monkey! No violence.”

“NO!”

I’M SCREAMING

THE STREAK OF INK ON MK’S HAND FROM REACHING FOR THE MONKEYS

excuse me i need to go scream into a pillow nice having you here godspeed if you read all the way you’re as insane as i am i’m gonna go perish now or i’ll be keysmashing here all day have a good one SCREAMSBGS;LMAW;OGBWAEF

we get to see mk still having truama and trouble from the previous season you guys MONKEY KING’S PAST POPPING UP IN A MORE EMOTIONAL WAY AND YOU CAN SEE IT DANCING ON HIM PUSING HIM INTO THE GROUND MY GOOD SIR THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WHAT I

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