#they hide to survive while fighting the urge to give up

[babygorewhore]

Can you hear the Evil Dead?

Rafe Cameron x Sarah’s best friend!femreader

Kinktober blurb! Blood play

After the book of the dead causes demon possession, you and Sarah are saved by Rafe Cameron. Who thinks a genuine thank you is deserved.

Warnings! Talks of violence! Blood play but reader isn’t injured! Light degrading? Praise! Fingering! Aged up Sarah and reader who are in college! Very minimal talk of demonic possession. Evil Dead movie references.

College break was supposed to be fun, relaxing and filled with adventures. Especially with your best friend and roommate Sarah Cameron. Yet, here you were. Hiding out in a cabin after fighting a league of demon possessed people.

She was asleep finally. After narrowly escaping an hour prior from her father while Rafe Cameron, her older brother had no choice but to kill Ward. With a fucking chainsaw.

You quietly walked into the room he was in, where he cleaned off the blade with a cloth. He was still covered in blood and shaking with tension.

The cabin was dark. It wasn’t safe to use lights and your own clothes were torn. He saved you both. He was someone you tolerated but never befriended. Rafe was preparing to take over the Cameron empire. Now, if you all survived, it would be sooner considering their dad was dead.

“Hey,” You cleared your throat and he looked up. His blue eyes icy in contrast with the crimson coating his skin.

“Is Sarah asleep?” He asked and set down the weapon. You nodded and Rafe ran a hand through his messy hair.

“I can’t believe that dumbass John B caused all this.” He ranted and you leaned against the wall. “I mean who looks at a book like that and fuckin opens it?”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same.” You tossed back and Rafe looked at you angrily.

“Give me some credit, sweetheart. Maybe I’d look but I wouldn’t open it.” You rolled your eyes and for some reason that sent him over the edge.

Rafe marched towards you and set a hand against your head. “I stuck my neck out for you and this is how you thank me?”

“Yeah because I owe you a thanks for doing the bare minimum.” You sarcastically replied despite the growing heat between your legs.

“I could have just left. Saved myself. Not picked up that goddamn chainsaw and killed my own dad.” Rafe said lowly and leaned down. You quirked a brow.

“Thanks. Is that better?”

Rafe reached down and smeared the blood that was on his hand. His thick fingers running along your collar bones, chest and finally he gripped your jaw. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction by flinching. You looked him in the eye as he pushed you harder against the wall.

“Look at that. Marked you with my mess. Thank me properly and I’ll clean you up.” His voice took on a seductive tilt and his full lips turned up.

Your heart was pounding. That was something you couldn’t hide and by the way Rafe smirked, you knew he felt it. Your pride wanted to resist but at the thought of waking your best friend, you relented.

“Thank you. For saving my life.” You gritted out and Rafe furrowed his brows.

“What? Can you repeat that, little girl? Did you actually do as I asked?” You wanted to step on his foot so bad but you swallowed the urge to be petty.

“I said. Thank you for saving my life.” You responded again, this time with significant more bite. Rafe gave you a look of respect and his hold loosened on your neck.

You knew he was leaving a bloody print around your throat but the last thing you expected was Rafe to lower his mouth. He dragged his tongue against your chest, softly licking the smear. He kissed your jaw, sucking softly and his palm fell off to rest on your waist.

He licked the blood off your flesh but it wasn’t gross. You quietly moaned and he took the opportunity to slip his fingers down your pants.

Rafe moved aside your panties, his ring cold against your thighs.

“I deserve a reward.” He muttered and caught your mouth in a kiss. Rafe toyed with your clit, smearing the wetness down. Mixing the blood and pushing two digits inside you.

Your mouth parted, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. You tasted the tang of copper and sucked his lower lip. Rafe groaned, pressing his chest against yours. He pumped you deeper, his knuckle hitting your center perfectly.

“Ride my hand, princess. Worship the very thing that saved you.”

You grunted and whimpered as a quiet squelching sound came. Rafe chuckled as you tried to muffle your sounds.

“Say thank you one more time,” He whispered and you obeyed.

Your climax hit you and you crumbled in his arms. Moaning a series of thank you’s. Rafe finger fucked you through it, until you were begging for him to stop. He removed his hand, creamy substance lighting the bright red. Rafe sucked them clean.

“Perfect pretty pussy, baby. I can’t wait to sample it with my mouth and dick when all this is over.” He gave you one last kiss and stepped back. Leaving you to breathe heavily.

Dawn was coming and monsters were still outside. But you also watched Rafe Cameron become an unwilling hero.

And he fingered you. A win is a win, right?

Divider credit: @strangergraphics

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[thatbirdrestaurant]

ʚ fairy tail headcanons ɞ

ʚ these all range from canon-compliant to pure fanfiction lala land ɞ

ʚ this ended up being so much longer than i planned ɞ

ʚɞ

the b team from the gmg hang out regularly and are all very good friends. mirajane, cana, and juvia have special "making fun of laxus" privileges that not even bickslow has.

laxus is genuinely embarrassed about how he used to talk about erza and she uses it against him very often. "oh, yes, because how can i - a mere woman - possibly accomplish this task myself?" "fine! i'll open the pickle jar!"

cain instinct is strong in the fairy tail guild. everyone is resisting the urge to smack each other, and most of them aren't very good at it. even laxus can be a target, especially after he chilled out. the most surprising display was when levy smacked him square in the head with one of her books, and he just yelled at her, or when cana stared at erza for a few seconds before smacking her across the face.

sex education was, probably, the worst thing to happen to those who grew up in the guild hall. either makarov didn't give enough details or he gave way too many.

lucy and gray are the biggest gossipers in the guild. they know everyone's secrets and while they don't blackmail people, they never hide something from the other. if they're staring at you and whispering, they are talking mad shit or they found out something about you.

juvia and natsu get along alarmingly well. they're not even sure how it works, just that they're so different that it kind of makes them perfect for each other (as friends).

natsu is sting's celebrity crush and he thinks he's doing a great job at hiding it. he's not. everyone knows. rogue knows, lector knows, all of sabertooth knows, all of fairy tail knows, sorcerer weekly knows, natsu knows. no one has the heart to tell him.

juvia doesn't have romantic feelings for lyon but she wants them to be friends so badly. not to get closer to gray, just because she thinks he's really cool and easy to talk to. lyon is so smug about it and gray wants to throttle him for it.

erza and mira's rivalry is alive in the tiniest of ways. they're always having small contests like "i bet i can wash this cup faster than you," or "i bet lucy says hi to me first." there's no hard feelings involved, they just can't help but be a little competitive with each other.

erza was illiterate for a really long time, way longer than she should have been, and makarov felt awful for not realizing it sooner. she was just looking at the reward numbers and going with the flow. on top of that, she has really bad dyslexia, something that somehow went under the radar.

related to the previous headcanon, lucy eventually realizes that the reason natsu has such bad grammar and reading comprehension is because he was tutored by erza, and erza's so bad at writing and understanding big words because she has undiagnosed dyslexia. so takes the time to slowly teach them how to read more complicated things, showing erza ways to read with her dyslexia, and giving them handwriting lessons. the first time erza writes a comprehendible letter is to jellal, and she's absolutely ecstatic about it. natsu is thrilled that he can finally read lucy's book without feeling stupid.

gray teaches wendy a lot about social cues and how to survive in a city as big as magnolia. she grew up very sheltered in a tiny village, so it makes sense that she struggles with "big city living." she's very appreciative and gray is just happy he can be of use.

gray stopped smoking because he heard lucy say she finds smokers unattractive. (gray, in the manga, smoked for a bit, and it's explicitly stated that, at least for the first handful of arcs, he was interested in lucy).

natsu started having romantic feelings for lucy during their fight against kain, but he didn't realize he was in love with her until he watched future lucy die. lucy didn't realize she had feelings for natsu until she realized she was in love with him, which was after the events with the eclipse gate. (the specific moments i'm talking about: kain | future lucy | post-eclipse gate)

between her and gajeel, juvia is the older one. she doesn't give it much thought but gajeel sees her in a big sister role, and has found himself accidentally referring to her as his older sister. which he would rather die than let her find out about.

when asked who she would go after if gray wasn't in the picture, most people expect juvia to say she could never picture a world without gray, but she will look you dead in the eye and, without any hesitation, say, "erza."

gray and loke had something very gay going on before loke went back to the celestial spirit world. the sexual tension between the two of them in this scene is too strong, they've fucked, kissed at least.

when gray realized he liked juvia back, he had a full mental breakdown for several reasons. a fear of intimacy, a fear of losing her like he has every single woman he's ever cared about, and because he just couldn't believe her very weird and very aggressive flirting tactics worked.

in the same vein, evergreen was inconsolable for days when she realized she was in love with elfman. laxus, freed, and bickslow have never been more worried about her mental well-being.

all of crime sorciere have a betting pool on when jellal and erza will get their heads out of their asses. they've had to place new bets several times because they're still dancing around each other. at this point, the betting pool is getting tense, and someone is going to lose so much money.

cobra and jellal kissed once because they were both extremely drunk and extremely sad about their respective crushes. neither of them remember it but the rest of crime sorciere can never forget watching cobra shove his tongue down jellal's throat.

makarov has said "you're like the son i never had" way too many times for it to be an accident.

elfman wants to be a girl dad so bad. he absolutely loves having sisters and he's obsessed with the idea of having a daughter to spoil and dote on.

gray and juvia have a kid before getting married...whoops.

going against the grain and literally what mashima has said, and saying that natsu and lucy have a son before having a daughter. he's a lot like lucy while their daughter is almost exactly like natsu.

yukino is a raging lesbian and is endlessly distressed by how many people think she's in love with sting. her month was ruined when minerva congratulated them on their relationship. completely ignoring the fact that sting is a gay man and is openly down bad for rogue.

rufus and orga have been dating for almost three years and literally no one knows.

lucy cried for three hours when she found out about anna and ichiya.

laxus and freed are in a queer-platonic relationship. laxus is aroace and has no interest in being romantically involved with someone, but he likes the dynamics of dating someone, and freed just likes having someone to spoil (back massages, compliments, all the things freed does in canon).

natsu has ended up in so many situations where he's put in feminine clothing, that he's actually started to kind of like it. he really doesn't mind the idea of wearing a skirt or letting lucy do his makeup. lucy is obsessed with it, and they sometimes do each other's makeup.

romeo is a trans boy and canon is my enemy. macao is extremely supportive and is always introducing romeo as enthusiastically as he can. "this is my son, romeo. isn't he so handsome? just the most handsome boy out there. i'm so proud of my son. he's the best." it's as embarrassing as it is endearing.

gray gets really bad joint pain after using his demon slayer magic, because the demon ice is so cold that it hurts him. thankfully, juvia is always happy to give him massages and crack his back.

natsu had the fattest crush on laxus from the age of thirteen to the very end of the battle of fairy tail arc. everyone just thought he had too much faith in his guild mates, but it was actually because he was so horrendously down bad for laxus that he couldn't accept that he was kind of a psycho.

gray tries so hard to seem cool and nonchalant that he accidentally flirts with basically everyone he interacts with. he thinks he's being cool and mysterious, instead he's making people fall in love with him.

loke tells lucy she's beautiful all the way into her sixties, and he means it every single time.

jude, technically, didn't take layla's maiden name, they just had the most unbelievable coincidence in the world where layla's last name was "heartfilia," while jude's was "heartphilia," so neither of them really saw a point in changing their last names.

juvia and gajeel were not only introduced to the wonders of genuine friendship and family after joining fairy tail, but also the amazing world of weed by cana and bickslow. laxus will never forget walking into his apartment with the thunder legion for the first time in years, and being met with juvia, gajeel, and cana on the couch, passing a blunt, while bickslow was raiding the kitchen.

gajeel and levy elope, only bringing lily and juvia with them as their witnesses. lucy was a little (a lot) insulted by it, but she eventually understood why levy did what she did when her and natsu decided to do the exact same thing, and only bring along their team. basically, elfman and evergreen, and gray and juvia are like the only couples to have a ceremony.

fairy tail has a lot of lawsuits and property damage bills, and freed, levy, and lucy almost had collective aneurysms trying to get through and organize them all. the guild has never spent more money on coffee.

lucy eventually takes advantage of the fact she has a very powerful kick and gets a black belt in taekwondo, a type of martial art that focuses mostly on kicking. her raw leg power combined with knowing what she's doing AND her heels? deadly.

(cw for child abuse on this one, skip if needed) minerva has such a massive appetite because jiemma would starve her both as punishment but also to "make her stronger." her body just never feels full, like the food will be taken away from her again.

sabertooth members calling minerva "m'lady" started as a serious thing to show respect, but now it's a running joke where everyone is trying to be as obnoxious as possible with it.

it's kind of implied that rogue is (at least) sexually attracted to minerva, and the fact larcade's "find out who's a virgin" spell hits him right after seeing minerva being affected by it, makes me think he lost his virginity to her. it was awkward and objectively bad but he's still glad it happened. sting drank an entire bottle of tequila when he found out about it.

getting 1 v. 2-d by natsu was the biggest ego crash sting and rogue have ever, and will ever experience. they will never be able to live it down. it will follow them to their graves. please never talk about how egotistical they used to be, they will cry from embarrassment.

minerva calls everyone's boyfriend their "boy toy" because, and i quote, "i don't respect men."

juvia is the best gift giver you will ever meet. she just has a way of always knowing what's perfect for someone, and it's a mutual agreement to always make her go last for gift giving so everyone else feels better about their gift for at least a few minutes.

natsu is the kind of guy to remember something someone said to him once in passing and randomly bring it up weeks or months later. his brain is a library of miniscule information about the people around him.

gajeel talks trash about levy's romance novels but will also be sneaking peeks over her shoulder and trying not to react to various moments. he is deeply invested in the plot twists and the main characters' romance.

while he's traveling, gildarts will buy cana a gift from every town his visits, which results in him having about a pound of knickknacks, clothes, and alcohol for her when he comes back. she pretends to be embarrassed about it but she secretly loves being spoiled by him.

gildarts and cana go on daddy-daughter dates and she'd rather drink bleach than let other people find out about it. gildarts is just happy to be there.

natsu and cana have had this conversation: "so, are we, like, siblings now?" "excuse me?" "because, like, gildarts is basically my dad, and he's your dad. so..." "we are not siblings, natsu." "okay, didn't know you liked being an only child so much." "go fuck yourself."

gildarts knows lucy is going to be his daughter in law. he doesn't know if it's going to be from her marrying natsu or from her marrying cana.

wakaba would sneak teenage gray cigarettes. erza, mirajane, and makarov almost killed him when they found out about it.

mira is aroace, feeling absolutely no romantic attraction and being sex repulsed, but she is absolutely obsessed with other peoples' love lives. she thrives on it.

lisanna is fairy tail's resident lesbian and is a little in love with every girl she meets.

[reveluving]

Hii!

I was just thinking Price with a wife who is insecure about her body because of things like stretch marks or chub finally working up the courage to do something like lingerie or naughty photos as a surprise for him ;D

Hi!! OMG. SWEATING. As someone who has stretch marks and a little 'cushion' here and there, plus is also a big fan of this trope(?), this thot is CALLING me! 😩🤌🏻

Includes: soft dom!price, unprotected sex (p in v), finger-sucking, size difference, petnames ('pretty girl', 'sweetheart'), mentions of lap dance/strip tease

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

No matter which lingerie suits your fancy, just know it will give your husband a heart attack. 

Why wouldn’t it? He already loves you for who you are—you can do the most mundane things and he’ll stare. A lot. You could be wearing anything, even if you think it doesn’t suit you, and he’d have to fight the urge to just have you for himself, be it at home or in public.

So, you want to thank your husband for being the hunky sweetheart that he is. 

He wouldn’t be home until a few hours, giving you enough time to execute your plan.

Hiding the lingerie you bought days prior is one thing, posing for the camera is another. The thought of having your ass up, face down or the strap of your bra or babydoll fall off your shoulders in front of the lens just causes your body to heat up immensely, even if it's just you. Possibly because it’s your first time taking photos of yourself in such a deliciously scandalous manner, but it also could’ve been due to the fact that you know exactly how John is going to react to them.

Especially since you’re planning to gift these polaroids for when he needs to leave for work—with no way to have you with him except for these priceless photos, specifically made for his eyes and use only.

But three polaroids aren’t enough for him to survive the field without you. 

Because as soon as he comes home to find these photos on the table, placed under his hat for his next deployment in the near future, expect to hear heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom, where you’re likely waiting for him—being struck dumb to find you sitting prettily on the bed in your new piece. 

His eyes are blown out, and you can’t help but gulp when he closes the door behind him too calmly before walking over to you. The way he stalks over to you ever so slowly prompts you to crawl back. Not because you’re scared, but you had to admit, your heart’s beating wildly, even more so when he begins taking off his clothes without uttering a word.

Your nails dig into the sheets when you have nowhere to go, feeling the headboard against your back as he traps you from the front—resembling a predator hunting its prey. 

“John…” You mutter, letting out a shaky sigh as he slides his hand up your leg, biting his lip at the sight; the stockings/garter belt squeezing the plush of your thighs just enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t even give you a second to utter his name once again when he yanks you forward, with John on his knees as he holds you to sit on his thighs, forcing you to look down at him.

“S’a really nice piece, sweetheart,” He purrs, his voice telling you that he’s holding himself back from just fucking you. He licks on the deep cleavage, the small, thin material leaving little to his imagination as it barely covers your tits, all while maintaining eye contact as a guttural groan leaves his lips. One of his hands moves to your front, playing with the hem of your stocking/garter belt, pulling it back before releasing it. His lips part in delight, almost mirroring the way you gasp as the tight material slaps against you with a light smack, “Is this all f’me?”

You nodded with the tiniest whine, holding onto him like he was your lifeline. 

Ignoring the dampness of your panties was useless since you knew he could feel it against his thigh. His stare becomes too much for you, and you can’t do anything else other than rest your forehead against his, feeling his warm breath against you just as he feels yours and begging him to have you. 

And how can he say no to you?

Especially since you’ve been a good girl at posing for him as he takes countless photos of you on the polaroids—from the more ‘innocent ones’ like having you drool on his fingers (“Suck on them real good. That’s it, my pretty girl”) to the lewder displays, where he has you on your side, taking you from behind before taking a picture or two your pussy tightly gripping and leaking around the base of his cock.

Now he knows he won’t be alone in his next deployment.

Bonus: Him asking you for a lap dance or a strip tease for him as he sits all smug at the edge of the bed or the bedroom chair. He does this thing where he throws his head back and bucks his hips when you rub yourself against him. Yes.

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[callofdudes]

Can I request TF141 x Reader where they’re on a mission til suddenly Y/n got into a fight by the enemy. Til she went trigger bringing out the savage beast and started to kill the enemy who get into her way. TF141 are shock what they’re seeing. They try to calm Y/n but she lost control and about to attack them. Price brought out a record tape that Lasewell give it to him and told him to play it for Y/n calm down just in case. Once Y/n hear the lullaby song the voice from her mother she started to cry and passed out.

Take all the time you need. No need to rush. Btw I love your work. I read all of them.

Ah, thank you for the request. I'm glad you enjoy my writing @silverwolf-108 I realized that you'd sent in a second and third request so I thought I needed to hop to it and finish this one for you!

A/n: I made the tape an ipod instead, I hope you don't mind, it's a bit easier to play quickly in a frantic situation.

Also thank you for being so patient with me, you are an angel 😊😅

The battle had gone on long and hard. Bullets sprayed across the field, wind whipping around you and the boys. Ghost was hidden back against a shed, practically pinned down and unable to move while Johnny bled out. He cupped the sergeants cheek to try and keep him awake, his heart beating out of his chest.

"Y/n!! Find cover!" Simon urges.

He turns back to Johnny, trying to keep him awake.

Your heart pounds out of your chest. Everything is a blur and it's way too much for you. Too stimulating. A bullet whizzes by your hair, blood rushing through your ears.

Your fingers start to itch on your gun, wanting to pull the trigger on these motherfuckers and give them a piece of your fucking mind.

You look back at your team, trying to hide for cover as well. Gaz is tucked into Price's shoulder, hiding against the ground to try and survive the bullet spray.

"Johnny!! Open your eyes sergeant!! We're not done here!"

You see Simon in desperation and Johnny's limp body. It's all too much. Your heart lurches in your chest and you feel like you're going to puke.

Blood drips from Johnny's chest and you lose it. Seeing his blood makes you violent. Animalistic.

You regrip your gun and run from your hiding spot.

"Soldier!!" Price yells at you.

You can't hear, blood rushes in your ears. You throw a smoke grenade one way and take out the two soldiers closest to you. You disregard their fallen bodies and run into the smoke.

You raise the stock of your gun and hit another man upside the head and send him down to the ground.

You drop your gun and grab your knife, grabbing another man by the throat and carving it out and up his jaw. Blood spilled across your face and you kick his body away.

They try to shoot you through the smoke, bullets whizzing and whipping by you but never touching.

You shoot two more men and advance on the others.

Everything is red. Murder and blood was all too much. Too stimulating. Your fingers itch as the smoke clears. Another soldier attempts to take hold of you, your blade meeting him first, followed by you snapping his neck before he has the chance to bleed out.

Another soldier grabs you but you sink your blade into his shoulder, chopping and hacking away at the spot before drawing a deep line across the expanse of his chest.

You don't stop to catch your breath, throwing your knife into the forehead of another man.

Two men grab you and pull you back. You snarl, kicking in the dirt and grab another knife, slicing it into one of the men's wrists and pulling him around and swinging him into the other men.

"I will not let you touch my family." You growl before sinking your blade into his chest and twisting it around in the cavity. The second man tries to get up and run but you slice his leg and slam your blade into the back of his head, blood spilling and splattering across the ground.

The 141 watches in horror and shock. The men that just moments ago were about the kill them all were now being demolished by you. What had happened.

Simon watches, honestly impressed. Though he'd kick your butt for pulling such a stunt and putting yourself in the way like that.

He clutches Johnny tightly to his chest, another bullet whipping past his head before you rip the man's gun from his hands and smash the side right into his face.

Another bullet whizzes by and Price pulls Gaz against his chest, breathing heavy. "It'll be ok, it'll be ok." He reminds Gaz, watching you from where they were hiding with shock and is just as impressed as Simon. Although he sees where your safety is in immediate danger.

Your heart is still beating out of your chest even when things slow and the soldiers are gone.

Using the soldiers gun you shoot down more of the soldiers until the troops begin to slow in numbers.

The last of the soldiers run at you and you hit him with the stock, slamming him on the ground and stomping on his head, cracking it and splattering more blood across the ground.

Price sits up and looks at you, he's not sure if he should congratulate you or slap you over the head.

You just stand there, hunched over and breathing heavily. Your fingers itch, bloody blade still clutched in your hand while you try to recover some semblance of thought.

Gaz gets up from his spot and rushes out to see if you're ok. "Y/n, wh-what was that??"

His footsteps make your head twitch. His hand grazes your shoulder and you push him back, throwing him into the dirt.

Price grabs you and pulls you into a roll with him, ripping you away from Gaz. Your blade drops from your hands and narrowly misses Gaz's eye, slicing a cut against his forehead.

Price is already reacting when he sees you climb on top of Gaz and raise your blade. Gaz tries to kick you off, trying to get away.

You snarl at him, your eyes are dark and he can see that you're not in there, not fully present right now. His heart lurches when the blade starts to come down and he scrunches his eyes tightly.

Price tries to hold you down while you scream and kick and squirm. You hit him with all your might, trying to take him down but he's just so much stronger than you.

Price firmly but lovingly holds you against him, shielding you from the world.

"I'll bloody murder you!!" You scream, trying to bite him.

You grew distressed and uncomfortable in his arms. Too tight, tol restricting, to unsafe. You scream again, trying to kick and punch and spit.

"It's ok y/n, it's ok, it's just us. It's just us." He tries to soothe you with his voice but it's not affective.

You continue to kick and squirm, hitting him in the shoulder and trying to bite his arm.

And then he remembers protocol. He'd been given a rundown on this when you'd joined the 141.

"Gaz, check my bag!"

Gaz whines, clutching his bleeding forehead but rushes to complete the task and searches Price's bag. "When you find and old ipod let me know."

Gaz keeps digging until he finds the phone at 100 percent. "Got it."

"Play the first song, now!"

"Is now the time for songs, captain??"

"Kyle Garrick do it now!!"

Gaz is shaking as he presses play and a soft moldy starts. He holds it's closer to you and your fighting starts to slow. Your nails dig into Price's forearm and your bottom lip quivers.

You go limp and burst into sobs. Hot, wet tears flow down your face and your breathing gets faster. You cling to Price now instead of trying to fight him.

You clutch his gear, trying to breath through heavy tears.

Price runs his hand over your head. "It's ok sergeant, take a deep breath soldier. Take a deep breath."

You whimper and exhaustion floods your body, and your eyes close.

Gaz pauses the music as you fall asleep in Price's arms, curled up in his safety and his warmth.

"What... Just happened??"

"Classified sergeant. But it's over now." He strokes your hair gently. "Now we need to get both Y/n and Johnny out of here now."

Simon comes over, still a little stunned with a shivering, weak Johnny in his arms.

They all move to the evac site where they meet medical. They take both of you and fly their soldiers back to base.

Price is nervous for you to wake up, but he sits the boys down for a chat to try and explain what happened as much as he can. it brings a bit of light to the subject, but doesn't change the fact that Ghost and Gaz didn't see it coming and are a stunned.

Ghost had never seen anything like it. The absolute rage that drove you into that battle like a madwoman.

Nonetheless they were all happy that they survived, it was all thanks to you.

You woke up a day later, exhausted and tired, but alive. You didn't all remember what happened. You remember you were fighting, and then you were cradled in Price's arms. Looking back on it felt like a mindless blur.

You slowly sat up, seeing small wounds of yours patched and stitched.

In the next bed lay Johnny, out cold with bandages tightly wrapped around his chest.

The door opened and you snapped up to look as Price, Ghost and Gaz come in.

"Guys!" You smile and hold your arms out for hugs. Price hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead. "I'm so glad you're alright."

Ghost pats your head and Gaz also hugs you.

You notice the bandage on his forehead and brush your thumb over it. You don't like to see them hurt.

"Who did this to you, Gaz?"

Gaz smiles awkwardly. "Just some guy on the field, but with how you were hacking around I think you got him."

You clutched your head when you felt a sharp headache come on. "I... I don't remember much... I'm sorry."

Price takes your hand and squeezes it. "You were very brave y/n, you saved our asses back there. You don't have to remember it for it to have happened."

You look up at him and nod. "Thank you."

Ghost moves closer to you and grumbles under his breath. "I don't know what the bloody fuck you were doin', but you could have gotten yourself killed!!" He sighs and squeezes you in a tight hug, surprising you.

"So bloody glad you're alive. You hear me??"

You hug him back and smile. "I hear you lieutenant."

He pulls away and leans over the other bed, clutching Johnny's limp hand in his own.

"What about Johnny??" You ask.

They all look over at Johnny who is still unconscious and breathing quietly. The heartbeat monitor near his bedside plays in soft smooth rhythms.

"Johnny is alright. Lost a lot of blood and needs rest, but he is doing ok."

You sigh in relief. Price helps you off your bedside and you shake out your sore limbs. "I think I'm gonna go rest in my room for a bit... Thank you."

"Of course sergeant, call us if you need us."

"Will do Captain."

You headed down to your room, still with a headache you crawled into your nice warm bed, and drifted asleep. The anxiety and overstimulation got to you sometimes on the field, reminding you of things and sending you into overdrive fight mode.

But I guess this time it really did save your asses. Johnny doesn't remember anything, but he'll thank you for saving them regardless.

And they all lived happily ever after, I hope you like it 😊

[yukidragon]

You ever consider bringing back slasher couple Alice and Jack? I think about them a lot.

New hotels on the run, with a dead couple lying on the floor of their new room. Poisoned yogurts for rude customers at a new job. New fertilized forget-me-nots behind a picket fence with the bodies of a man who tried hitting on Alice.

That sort of thing.

I'm happy you enjoyed the Slasher AU so much! Those are some pretty fun and twisted ideas you have for it~! I haven't touched on this one for a while, but after listening to this really good Jeff the Killer rewrite by Pastra, I'm in a pulpy creepypasta killer kind of mood, so let's play a little, shall we?

Content Warnings: there will be talk of sex and violence like a good old classic 80's slasher film. I likely won't go too explicit on the gore, but maybe the spice if the mood takes me. This post is just an excuse to talk about two very twisted individuals being in love as they indulge in their darker desires.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

As you might recall from my previous post on the topic, the tale of Alice and Jack in this universe is a twist on the classic slasher movie formula. Main character and "final girl" Alice winds up being corrupted to give in to her darker impulses by Jack, who has already fallen to his inner depravity after decades being trapped in hell.

The story ended with all of Jack's rivals and targets of revenge dead and LambsWork Productions burned to the ground. What's left now?

Why, help his sunshine finish getting her revenge while they hide from the authorities of course.

Yes, there were awful customers and co-workers ripe for the picking, as well as a shameless exploitive boss, but Alice has been bullied all her life. She has a list of people who she's wanted revenge on for a long time, and Jack has encouraged her to get that revenge no matter how long it takes.

This means that even people who long since forgot the kid they used to bully in kindergarten have a target on their backs.

And they deserve it, in Jack's not so humble opinion. Anyone who tries to hurt or steal his sunshine deserves to pay. Alice had to deal with the scars for so long, and he knows what it's like to suffer for years and years haunted by the memory of abusers who got off scot free.

As far as everyone is aware, Alice was among the many victims of the mysterious killer that swept through the area. Even her family believes that she's dead, but it's for the best. They're innocent. Alice stayed away from them after moving out because she was afraid of hurting them. It would be so easy to kill someone so defenseless as a family who loves and trusts her...

Jack nurtures his twisted justifications for these sadistic urges in Alice. It's deemed acceptable to slowly skin someone begging for their life if they were guilty of casual cruelty to either of them. It helps keep guilt at bay and warps their perception of reality.

With Alice's knowledge of modern technology and how things have changed, and Jack silver tongue capable of manipulating most people, the pair are difficult for authorities or anyone else trying to stop them to track.

Of course, after the final battle with Shaun at LambsWork, Alice needed to take time to heal from her injuries... or perhaps a little bit more than that.

In classic horror movie twist, the monster survived at the end. Jack had managed a ritual to bring himself back... and imagine how much worse he would be mentally if he had to bring back Alice as well.

Shaun was fighting for his life after all. It came down to him or Alice, who he was sure was the killer. Kill or be killed, and if Jack didn't manage to save her in time...

I'm reminded of the now sadly removed trailer for the game where Shaun is losing it, saying what he's doing feels wrong. Imagine if he got enough evidence to suspect Alice of being the killer, and caught hints of something dangerous and supernatural around her. Imagine his paranoia and fear ramping up to the point that he's scared of her, convinced that she's possessed by some great evil.

Imagine how much it would hurt Alice if this happened before she had fallen under the sway of Jack's temptations.

Being betrayed by a friend certainly could push anyone over the edge....

Then again, being stalked by an ex-boyfriend or a customer can also be enough of a tipping point to commit violence. It'd just be especially personal to have Shaun "betray" her after all he did for her when Ian betrayed her by cheating on her. Who can Alice even really trust?

Why, Jack, of course~! He certainly proves it by using the same ritual that allowed to come back to life to bring her back as well. Fortunately this ritual goes a lot better than the one Alice performs in the Bad End AU. She gets to come back whole and healthy with a new lease on life.

Everyone believes Alice is dead, there were even witnesses who saw her broken lifeless body.

Man... imagine if Shaun actually did somehow survive the incident at LambsWork and how much trauma he would have from killing Alice, as well as all the deaths that happened around him. It'd be worse if he realized that Jack was influencing her and was the true serial killer only after he had been forced to act. Who would ever believe him that a ghost was the true killer? There were witnesses who saw Alice already dead while the killings were still happening. She was just another innocent victim...

Though, really, if Shaun did manage to kill Alice, Jack wouldn't have let him live. Jack would've lost his ever loving mind seeing his sunshine, dead and lifeless, her beautiful warm life snuffed out before his eyes.

Of course, Shaun could have somehow managed to escape. Jack wouldn't be thinking clearly in that situation, which would make him sloppy, leaving openings for Shaun to exploit and believe he managed to somehow defeat Jack.

Gosh, there are so many possibilities with this AU, so many twists in the slasher horror movie formula to take.

If Shaun did survive that awful night, he'd be struggling with major PTSD, terrified that Jack will return to finish the job.

Of course, if Shaun survived, that just means that after Jack brings his sunshine back to life, they'll both be plotting ways to get sufficient revenge on Shaun.

Alice would have the supernatural slasher powers now too, similar to Jack - undead and dangerous. She would have an axe to grind, being betrayed by her best friend who murdered her.

Jack, ever sensitive to his sunshine's needs, would of course help her burning desire for revenge. He would certainly have plenty of ideas on how to prolong Shaun's suffering to appropriately punish him for murdering Alice.

So the sequel movie could either be Shaun having to deal with people around him getting killed and taunts from supernatural slashers, or just a romp of a road trip with Jack and Alice going around to settle old scores. It all depends if Shaun survives the first movie or not. Poor guy is in for an awful time either way.

Since I'm starting to feel bad for picking on Shaun for just trying to make it out alive, let's switch over to other slasher targets the twisted couple go after.

I loved the fertilizer idea, but since Alice is the one with more experience gardening, I think she's the one more likely to come up with that idea. She can use the bodies of people who hit on Jack. There'll be plenty of those to keep her flowers healthy forever. Jack is such a handsome man after all, and so many people lust after him now that he has a living body again.

Jack kind of finds it kind of cute that Alice gets so crazy jealous over him. She's so silly thinking anyone could steal him away from her. As if that could ever happen. He always makes sure to reassure her with sweet words and lovemaking after she's vented her frustration on her perceived rival.

I imagine Jack would also find it pretty sexy. Nothing turns a psycho on like watching his lover torture someone for the sake of keeping him all to herself~

Jack understands how Alice feels of course. He goes crazy when someone sets their sights on her. She doesn't even notice when someone flirts with her most of the time, but he still hates it. Mentally destroying the culprit before killing them in creative ways is cathartic for him. It's also a way he can show Alice just how much he loves her~!

If Alice did die, Jack's overprotectiveness would crank up a lot. He failed to protect her, his irreplaceable sunshine. It was fortunate that he could bring her back, just like he brought himself back, but he was forced to see her body, lifeless, broken. He was forced to live with the fear that she was gone for good.

Jack is a lot more possessive and handsy with Alice in public after that. He'll carry her around a lot more often, feeling secure having his sunshine in his arms. He takes the lead with their kills, making sure that he's the one taking the risks instead of her, so that nothing can happen to her ever again.

Of course, Alice doesn't like Jack risking himself recklessly. She wants them both to be together forever~

To the people around them, Jack is an incredibly clingy boyfriend. One minute the new neighbors are talking with Alice, the next Jack is wrapped around her from behind, whining that he missed her as he nuzzles his face into her hair. Even though he was just moving boxes into the house only a literal minute ago.

Alice laughs fondly at Jack's antics before squeaking in surprise as he picks her up into his arms. She admonishes him, but without any real weight to it, and tries to wrap up the conversation, flustered. Jack is fine chatting with the new neighbors like this though.

Why, yes, they are crazy for each other, and are very happy together. Thanks for noticing~!

The pair seem so wholesome and sweet, almost sickeningly sappy. Jack is so silly and such a sucker for Alice that even his size, build, and tattoos aren't enough to make people feel intimidated by him for long. He's so gosh darn friendly, and Alice is so cute and easily flustered.

They are sappy even in private too... even in less than wholesome circumstances.

I got this image of the pair in a room, maybe in their home maybe elsewhere. After having finished a long, busy night, the two are in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Alice sits on the counter, carefully shaving the stubble from Jack's face as he savors the attention. They have a sweet and silly conversation, but annoying noises from the other room keep interrupting them.

Halfway through the shave, Alice snaps the razorblade free and throws it into the other room, resulting in a muffled scream. She feigns as though it was an accident, that she merely "slipped" because all the noise from their guest distracted her. Jack chuckles and remarks they probably shouldn't keep their guest waiting anymore.

However, as Jack turns to go take care of things, Alice catches him by the chin and gently turns him back to her, cooing that they can wait until she's done taking care of him. Jack just melts at her insistence to take care of him and cheerfully tells their guest that they're just going to have to be patient a bit longer~!

Alice adds too that she has plenty of fresh razor blades to get the job done, a subtle threat of what will happen if the noises continue. With that she goes back to finishing the shave with a fresh razor blade and making Jack feel so loved and understood.

Overall, the vibe of these two would be like a more twisted Gomez and Morticia. They're as sweet on each other as they are in Sunshine in Hell, but only to each other. With everyone else the kindness is fake, and they've lost the ability to care about the suffering of anyone but each other.

Slasher Alice and Jack don't target at random, but their criteria for targets does involve a lot of disproportionate retribution. The neighbors are safe as long as they remain friendly... but not too friendly.

Alice and Jack are not just slashers, they're also very, very yandere for each other. Woe be it to anyone who tries to separate them.

Really, it's fitting that Jeff the killer would fuel this ramble considering this sort of slasher couple self-indulgence would fit right into the creepypasta OC craze. This AU is basically all about a couple of fucked up killers finding joy in taking brutal, bloody revenge. Victims are not people but toys to play with until they break. It's very creepypasta OC-coded.

[smokescreenstuff]

Sharing this because I got the urge to write. It's not really an AU, but I guess I could make it one it you guys wanted.

Smokescreen woke up with a pain in his chest which quickly faded. Pushing himself off the ground he looked around. A pyramid, more accurately, the inside of one. He had been hit by Megatron's new weapon, the Dark Saber.

He looks down at himself, the Phase Shifter on his wrist, that must have been how he survived. Dirt and grime all over him, he'll have to wash up later. A big slash mark across his chest and shoulders, tinted slightly purple. He didn't know why, but he felt like he needed to hide it.

Smokescreen picks up dirt from the ground and smears it on the wound, wincing in pain. Maybe that wasn't the best idea.

He slips out of the pyramid and sees Optimus fighting Megatron.

…

Smokescreen walks into base, surprising everyone that he was still alive. Even Arcee seemed somewhat glad that he hadn't been reduced to dust. Bulkhead attempts to strike up a conversation but he's interrupted when Arcee asks a question.

“How did you survive?”

Smokescreen chuckles, “I may have borrowed the Phase Shifter…”

Smokescreen knew he was going to be scolded for taking it, but he didn't care. It kept him alive. Ratchet opens his mouth to scold Smokescreen, but the look on his face makes Ratchet stop.

“Smokescreen, I'd like to give you a checkup,” Ratchet states as he starts walking to the med-bay.

Smokescreen follows close behind.

…

Once in the med-bay he sits down on a medical bed. Before Ratchet can tell him to do anything he takes a nearby rag and cleans up the dirt he rubbed on his wound.

Ratchet immediately moves closer to inspect it, growing worried as he notices the purple tint. He takes a sample and puts it under a microscope. After a while he starts trying to mix up some kind of concoction.

“Uhh… Ratchet, what are you doing?” Smokescreen is very confused.

“I'm making a medication to help fight the dark energon,” Ratchet doesn't look up from what he's doing.

Smokescreen looks down at his wound. He knew deep down why Ratchet was doing that. The wound was created by a weapon of dark energon, an infection of some kind would be expected, but that didn't stop Smokescreen from freaking out internally.

…

Ratchet handed Smokescreen a cup a few hours later. He takes a drink and starts coughing, it tastes horrible.

“It's bad,” Smokescreen groans.

“It's medicine, it's not supposed to taste good,” Ratchet sighs, “Just tell me if you start feeling weird or something. I made extra in case you need it.”

Ratchet starts welding up Smokescreen's wounds.

…

Smokescreen wakes up in the middle of the night, a strange voice in his head. It's too quiet to make anything out, small whispers of chaos. He practically slides out of bed, forcing himself to get up. One look in the mirror sets him into panic mode, he needed to get Ratchet, now.

He runs through the halls and bursts into Ratchet's berthroom, “Ratchet!”

Ratchet barely wakes up, just enough to see what had Smokescreen all worked up. He quickly gets out of bed and drags Smokescreen into the med-bay. He forces more medicine down Smokescreen's intake, clearing up what had them both worked up. Purple optics, finally returning to a sky blue.

Ratchet spends the rest of the night making more of the medicine. They both knew fully well that the medicine only worked for a few hours at most, but they both prayed that was enough. Enough to keep the dark energon at bay… enough to keep Unicron at bay…

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

So RWBY grimmverse style au, with a lot of the students being grimmified while hunting others to convert, so like, very high functioning zombies. Anyway so yeah Ruined city, numerous grimmified hunters-in-training scouring a city to find more to their numbers, before hearing a loud crash, heading over to find “patient zero” aka Grimm Pyrrha and she’s fighting or was fighting a Cyborg Jaune (Metal Gear Rising Revengeance style) and like they got a little excited and destroyed a lot of the building, so Grimmified hunters-in-training come in and see Grimm Pyrrha with her cloak off, which is not down often, and a Cyborg Jaune standing there in the ruins. So yeah Strongest grimmified hunter-in-training Pyrrha was equalled in power to Cyborg Jaune, with everyone surprised. 

Bonus: If Jaune explains how he became a Cyborg (Like survived an explosion and found a lab to survive in)

I don't know why I just got this sudden urge to ask this.

Thank you!

Pyrrha: Brothers! Sisters! Siblings of All Ages and ability! Our Goddess Has Given us a most Divine Mission!

The tension in the air was palpable, it landed somewhere between the moment before a bar-brawl and when Fans realize their team made the winning shot.

Pyrrha: Bring More Home~ Expand the Family! Unite all under her Glorious name!

Raccous cheering poured forth.

Pyrrha: But They Bring in Machines to stop us, Hurt us, capture and experiment Upon us! We all rememer when Our dearest Silver Angel was Stolen From us! The shame of failure to protect her was Too much for us to bear! We let loose our inhibitions and minds and fell to the like of the Beowolves and Beringel!

Shouts of Anger rung out, curses and swears unintelligible, but obvious.

Pyrrha: Luckily For us, those Machines need be told what to do, which means there is man behind the walls~ They've Backed themselves into corners all on their own~

Pyrrha: So if it's a game of Cat and Mouse, They are sorrowly mistaken about who is what.

Atlesian Airships landed in the distance, others dropping pods of Robots and Androids in the middle of the city.

Pyrrha: So without further ado, *Pyrrha pulled her hood over her head* Let the Hunt Begin~

Cheers of Violence and malevolence ring out from the Grimmified people, as they burst out from their hiding spots.

~Several Minutes Later~

Jaune: How are things looking out there Penny?

Penny: Not Well. We are losing Units at an astonishing Rate. Capturing the Rose family was very good for our understanding of what causes people to become 'Grimmified' and how too help them recover, but it seems that Ruby was very important to the others. They are attacking with more vigor and ferocity than ever.

Jaune: ... Somethings Wrong. Abort the Mission and Fall back.

General Ironwood: Arc, Stay there. I know You can handle whatever they may throw at you.

Jaune: Sir, Respectfully, You have put me in charge of this operation, and I am telling you to give the order to Fall Back. Somethings not Right, I can feel it.

Ironwood: Unless Something Catastrophic Happens, stand your ground. That is and Order.

Jaune: ... Sir, Direspectfully, Shove your Orders Up your Ass. *Shuts Off Communications Device* EVERYONE BEGIN TO RECALL WHATEVER UNITS YOU HAVE LEFT! WE ARE EVACUATING!

Penny: Jaune-

Jaune: Pen, I know what Ironwood Said, but He's not here, and I'll deal with Whatever corporal Punishment he thinks is neces- DUCK!

Jaune Pulls Penny low, a blood red Spear whizzing just above their Heads, Before retracting by Ebony Sinew and Tendons.

Pyrrha: Face the Divine Wrath of her CHOSEN Cowards!

Jaune: *Draws Aurum Exitium* Penny Get everyone out! I'll hold her Off!

Penny: I- Yes Jaune! Stay Safe!

Jaune: *Blocking another strike* I always make it back in the end! MOVE!

Pyrrha: The Fight's over here Huntsman!

Jaune: I know.

Jaune: *Tackles Pyrrha* But it's going this Way!

The two fall from the Atlesian's vantage point, tumbling down into the decrepit city.

Pyrrha: *Throws Jaune through a wall, causing part of a building to collapse* STAY DOWN DOGGY!

Jaune: *Breaking out of the Rubble* You'll have to do better than that!

Pyrrha Threw 'Akouo' at Jaune, who caught - and Pyrrha's heel in his face. He held tight to the Arm-Bound shield, slamming the redheaded monstrosity into the ground, dragging her face across the damaged pavement, before throwing her into the distance.

Jaune: I want to help you!

Pyrrha:*landing Deftly* You Kidnap Us! STEAL US From our home! We want to bring Enlightenment to you, and you meet us with Violence!

Pyrrha launched barbs that shattered against the bulkhead of a shield Jaune carried. He Retaliated with a strike from his longsword, the edge glowing blue with Hardlight Dust.

He whiffed the strike and the sword carved into the ground, Pyrrha Blasting him backwards with her semblance. Blisters formed across the pitch-black flesh, as her soul burning against it's monstrous bonds. She lunged at the stunned Jaune, aiming for the point between his eyes.

This dance of death, seemingly endless back and forth, A tactical mind meeting a being of pure skill, Remnants Greatest Mind's reconstruction of a Man holding against a near perfect amalgam of Man and it's Enemy, An Unstoppable Force fighting an Immovable Force.

Blow after blow, Aura ticking down, Grimm burning away. They stumbled into some old cathedral, standing a distance away from each other. Every breathe was heaved, exhaustion pulling at them. Even Jaune's aura had it's limits, and Pyrrha's arms were covered in open wounds, seeping Grimm-infused blood out of them.

Pyrrha struck first. Jaune Dodged and closed distance. Jaune fired a beam from Aurum Exitium. Pyrrha dodged and closed even more distance. They were in Melee with each other. Pyrrha Jabbed. The hit landed. Jaune attempted to Grapple. Pyrrha barely managed to avoid it.

Her cloak didn't.

Jaune finally saw his opponent's face and he was ... Entranced. Pyrrha, however, was Pissed.

Pyrrha: You ... Dare lay your FILTHY, UNDESERVING EYES UPON ME!

She through her spear once more, letting it truly free from her grasp. It flew through the air, Jaune barely avoiding it in his awe at her beauty. He flung the cloth wildly, the Spear piercing the hood and slamming into the great throne in the center of the building.

With all the rage of a disrespected Goddess, she dashed into Jaune, Stealing the techsword from his grip and pinning him against the chair, trying to press it's endlessly thin blade into Jaune's neck.

He Held against her pushing, forcing Aura into his arms as Darkness enveloped Pyrrha's forearms, more blisters forming on her arms.

Jaune felt his body lock up against her semblance, his own giving him the strength to resist her assault.

The held there for what felt like forever, long enough for swathes of Grimm-dark skin to fall from Pyrrha's arms, revealing the corded, red flesh beneath. Their hands shook. They both knew whoever gave out first would likely die.

Then a thin blade wrapped around Pyrrha's shoulder and pulled her away, Jaune's sword clattering to the ground.

Ren.

Jaune nearly fell to his knees, catching himself at the last moment and sprinting towards his brother- only to catch a glob of Acid in the face.

???: YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER!

Another Grimm girl, short, with and arm that looked like a cenitaur had been grafted on. She slammed the chittering apendage into Ren, throwing him towards Jaune.

Nora: It's been a long time since Cuddles had a playmate like you~

Pyrrha struggled to her feet, weariness obvious in those who were near.

Pyrrha: Stay, Nora. *She points at Ren and Jaune* You. Aren't. Going. Anywhere.

Black, staticy figures shuffled in, a Winged figure cascading from above with them.

Sun: Glad I wasn't late to the party. Let's help them join it, Eh Ladies?

Nora: *Glare*

Pyrrha: *Glare*

Sun: C'mon that's funny- Whatever. Bye-bye Huntsmen!

Surrounded and outnumbered, Jaune and Ren faced their fate with grim (heh) Determination. They always had a back-up, and she was arriving right now.

Brilliant green lasers blasted through the ceiling, a ladder falling through from a hovering bullhead. Penny was coming to her friend's rescue.

Penny: Stand down, and allow yourselves to be captured or face the consequences.

The trios stared each other down. A Leader. A friend. A savior in their time of need.

The whirring blades of Floating Array held charges, ready to decimate any attacker, while Sun's clones stood still and were prepared to strike.

The Jaune and Pyrrha started Backing away from each other, pulling their partners, back to their own escape routes. Once they got away from each other the released their bated breathes.

Nora: Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: That wasn't a fight we could win. We kept them out of the city. We've succeeded, even if we lost.

Sun: Man, I was itching for some action. But, we did do good, didn't we?

Pyrrha: That we did, Sun. That We did.

With her cloak in shambles, Pyrrha had no choice than to face the crowd openly. They hardly dared look at her. Sharp, bony spikes that stuck out from just behind her jawline and ears, her face pale with dark red veins running up her cheeks, and to her eyes. Eyes, that unlike every other Grimm-Fated student, were Green.

She was different than the others, And it was obvious. She relished in that fact often, it earned her praise and gifts from their God-Mother.

But in this moment it was nothing but another reminder that she wasn't like her siblings. She knew that man she fought was handsome.

~~~~~

Ren: General Ironwood Won't be happy about this.

Jaune: We failed, but we survived. It's a win in my book.

Penny: I am glad you are alright. Please don't do anything that irrational again.

Jaune: I can't promise you that Penny.

Penny: I- I-

Penny: ... I Know, Jaune. I don't wish to see my Brother be injured anymore than he already has been.

They all fell silent as they watched the city of Atlas come into view, Sat just behind Mantle, a mountain gazing over it's earth-toned buildings. It had been nearly two decades since the theft of the Relic of Creation, causing it to sink into it's crater.

~~~~~

Pyrrha: We kept the city, Mistress.

Salem: And what about recovering your siblings? Was the enemy annihilated as you guaranteed they would be?

Pyrrha: ... They were different this time. Far more of their machines than before, easy enough to take down, but there was ... Retreat before the final Charge was made. I separated myself from the horde to attack their post directly, and was stopped by ... Something between Man and Machine.

Salem: And just what did this 'In-Between' look like?

Pyrrha: He was covered in metal, though I could tell a fair amount was armor and plating on his outside - His legs and left arm were mechanical, with certain thing within him being something I couldn't control, but could feel. His face was mostly free, he had blue eyes and blonde hair tied back.

Pyrrha: He was brutal and savage, yet intelligent. He new how to use the terrain to his advantage, and how to avoid the majority of my strikes, and those he could not avoid he simply took and kept going.

Pyrrha: He was my equal until outsiders interrupted us. A lithe man that wore green, wielding machine pistol that had been locked in combat with Nora. I could not feel him, which means he was either truly at peace in his soul, or his semblance makes us blind to his soul.

Pyrrha: After their arrivals, Sun managed to surround them, but their Machine-Girl gave them the opportunity of escape. They ran like the cowards they are.

Salem: Do not lie to me Girl. You didn't strike at them as they ran, could you?

Pyrrha: I-I- I-

Pyrrha: I am Injured and Exhausted. I Was, and I could not fight anylonger. I ordered our retreat. I failed you. I am Sorry.

Salem: *Grabbing Pyrrha* Apologies are useless. You had your orders, and you Failed them. You are to see Tyrian for your punishment.

Pyrrha: Y-Yes ma'am.

Pyrrha hands Shook. From pain, from fear, from shame, and many delineations of those emotions. But still, she strode to her punishment with haste. Wasting time was worthy of further punishment. She barely managed a nod to Cinder as she passed.

Cinder: Hold it Nikos!

Pyrrha: Yes Ma'am?

Cinder: ... This'll sting, but it'll help.

Pyrrha: What are you-

Cinder: Open wounds will make you weaker in the future. I am disinfecting them, then you may be back on your way.

Pyrrha: The Goddess-

Cinder: What she doesn't know can't hurt us. Stay quiet.

Pyrrha hardly flinched when the Alcohol touched her wounds. She shouldn't have flinched at all, she was so worthless and stupid to think she could've done her assignment right. She was meant to be the best among her siblings, unstoppable and-

Cinder: *Hugging Pyrrha, shaking her from her thoughts* You will be fine. You will be fine. Run, now. I'm sorry I can't save you from him.

~~~~~

Jaune: Yang? How is Ruby doing?

Yang: JAUNE! *hugs Him* She's been improving! Her heart is beating on it's own, and she's been more responsive- I can't believe it. I- I have her back. Ruby's- Ruby's back. Almost. My family, whatever's left of it- we'll be together again!

Yang: But you need to see Ironwood! he's Pissed to the grimmlands and back over whatever you did.

Jaune: I told him "Disrespectfully, Shove your orders up your ass." then shut off my comms.

Yang: *chuckles* Really? Man you must have balls of steel!

Jaune: Nah, At least one of those is still mine.

Yang: Gross.

Yang: ... Still. You should go talk to him. He's not happy.

Jaune: I'll survive whatever he throws at me. Or throws me into.

Yang: Not getting that stuff removed.

Jaune: ... I'll be fine Yang.

And Jaune left the medbay.

~~~~~

If anyone seems out of Character, it's because, well, these aren't the same ones from Canon.

Pyrrha has been more Forcefully manipulated, and the stakes for her are far higher than falling off a pedestal - falling from it means death. She believes the words she says, and feels guilty when she questions it.

Jaune had *Something* happen that made him lose a fair bit of his body. Atlas put him back together at the expense of his freedom, à la Robocop. But he still cares about people and is willing to defy orders to protect them. It's a matter of how far he can bend the rules before he gets broken.

I'll explain more if people ask for it.

[isabelldrabbles]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.

warnings: kinda sad at the end

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You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.

At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.

‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.

‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’

Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.

Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.

‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’

Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.

‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.

‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’

‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’

‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’

The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.

You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.

‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’

Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.

‘Promise m-’

‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’

‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’

‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’

She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.

You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.

‘Thank you.’

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‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.

You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.

‘I love you, Nat.’

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.

That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.

[lamuradex]

Writing Share Tag

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for the tag.

Here's a bit from my recent editing of Signs of Light and Shadow

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“I give up. There’s no way I can keep up with you,” Elena complained. She attempted to put the blade in its scabbard while also avoiding stabbing herself.

“There must be something you’re missing,” Cerris thought.

“An experienced teacher perhaps,” a voice cut in.

Both girls turned and spotted the mature figure of Aramella standing by the entrance. She approached, hands together as dignified as could be, but wearing a smug expression. “I don’t doubt you’re a good fighter, Cerris, but it takes more than that to be a teacher.”

“You’re not wrong,” Cerris agreed wearily.

“Besides, you’re trying to teach her how to use your weapons. An elegant sabre is not the same as a strong axe and a sturdy shield.”

“Well, she’s the only teacher I have,” said Elena.

“I can teach you, my dear.”

“You can?” Cerris said in surprise. Aramella didn’t look like she could hurt a fly, yet there was something in her confidence. “You know how to fight with a sword?”

“As a child I learned to spar with the weapons available to me. My family were blacksmiths by trade, so I had a lot to work with. My father taught me to use a blade when I was fifteen. I haven’t picked one up in years, but I should still remember enough to teach you. May I see your sword, Elena?”

Elena nodded, drew her sword and handed it over to Aramella, blade first. The woman awkwardly took the weapon and began to inspect it. Seeing the craftsmanship, she gave an affectionate smile. “Ah, this is my brother’s handiwork, if I’m not mistaken.”

“So, you’ll teach me?” Elena checked.

“I will,” Aramella answered, still inspecting the sabre. “Before I do though, I would like to know one thing. Why the sudden urge to learn, Elena? Dragon’s Peak is quite safe and, before now, you’ve expressed no interest in combat. It’s quite strange, is it not?” She turned a cunning eye on them.

Both Cerris and Elena froze. They both hurried to think up an excuse that didn't involve leaving. Aramella looked between them, her sharp eyes judging and awaiting an answer. Finally, after a much longer than natural time, Cerris spoke.

“I always promised to teach her a weapon,” she said, as confident as she could muster. “Now that we're together again, I wish to keep that promise.” It wasn’t untrue.

“Really?” Aramella exclaimed. “Because I thought I overheard you say that you would need these skills to survive when you left. It was right before Elena fell over backwards. I have been watching you for a while,” she added smoothly.

“That… was all bluster,” Cerris tried to lie, but even she felt no confidence in it.

Aramella just raised her eyebrows in disbelief. She broke into gentle laughter.

“Elena, I was aware you weren't dedicated to Pyra's ideals, but I thought you'd be better at hiding it,” she chuckled. “It’s also interesting to see that Cerris feels the same way, even after only recently arriving.”

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I'm yet again not sure who to tag, so I'll just take a shot in the dark with some of you. Sorry if you've been tagged before. And I'll likely be tagging you again, as I've got a few other tag games to work through.

Enjoy!

@wintherlywords @tryingtowritestuff24 @fayeiswriting @mikathewriter

[arrancxr]

Prompt 48 for Findorr? With the female s/o in charge of him and making him needy?

48. “Shall we put that mouth to better use?”

You put him on his knees in front of you, close enough that he can duck his head against your thigh to hide— a mercy, with what’s coming next. 

Findorr doesn’t let himself do that yet, though. Even kneeling and stripped bare, it’s not that easy to let go of his pride. Cover up weakness at any cost. Don’t acknowledge anything that someone stronger could use against you. That’s how survival works, under Barragan’s command. 

So even when you stroke two fingers under his chin and tip his head up to face you, he tries to manage normal�� “Is this all? I thought you’d had more entertaining plans in mind than putting me at your feet.”

“You’re bored? Then, shall we put that mouth to better use?”

With amusement in your voice, you move your fingers up to his mouth. Findorr, though tempted to make another smart remark, decides against it. He obediently parts his lips enough for those fingers to slip inside. The easy confidence in how you stroke over his tongue makes his stomach flush hot with want. There’s nothing rough or painful about it, but there’s also no mistaking that you expect him to submit.

Hooking your fingers downward, you push his jaw open wider, and hold it there until a thin trail of saliva escapes down his chin. Findorr swallows, throat constricting awkwardly around nothing, and fights the urge to squirm under the look of open fondness in your eyes. You’ve hardly touched him, and yet, that familiar, needy ache is starting to form between his legs. 

Soon enough, his thighs are slick when they rub together. It’s getting harder to stay still, especially while all but muzzled by the intrusion in his mouth. The combination of taste and fullness is altogether too much sensation, overwhelming in its unfamiliarity alone. 

“Getting desperate?” you ask, even though there’s no way he could give you a coherent answer like this. “Here, I’ll be nice and let you...”

Suddenly, you move. Your foot nudges his legs apart until there’s space to fit between them, and then presses up against where he’s wet and oversensitive and painfully untouched— not firmly, but enough. 

Findorr can’t hold back the whine that follows. It’s muffled by your fingers, somewhat, but still embarrassingly audible. His hands snap up to rest on your lap, and it’s only whatever scraps of self-control he has left that prevent him from trying to cling. You’re human, fragile. Too much force would hurt you— and the same goes for any attempt to close his mouth.

Your ankle shifts, rubbing over the thin, frilly folds of skin left fully exposed by his arousal. Every nerve unanimously flares in protest, and his hips rock forward into it on sheer instinct, seeking pleasure while his mind (and sense of dignity) are preoccupied with your fingers on his tongue. 

He can only hope you’ll decide to touch him properly soon.

[brocflowers]

Of A Particular Quality

Chapter 3: Ashes of the night into leaves again

Rica and Brosca prepare for the day ahead of them, and for the uncertain future after that.

Word count: 2,862

[AO3]

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Chapter warnings: a single and half-hearted pervy comment from Leske.

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Brosca sits at the makeshift vanity in the corner. A rickety thing, an old stool and table with a salvaged mirror balanced somewhat precariously on top. Rica stands behind him as she combs out his old braid and starts a new one, both of them reflected in the cracked glass as she does so.

Spine straight, shoulders back, chin up. He manages to keep himself still while Rica works, but it's hard. It feels like everything is hitting him at once, filling him up until he can't breathe. Chest tight, he feels like he's in danger. Immediate danger, not the distant danger of two weeks from now. It is here, in the room with him, and he has to either fight or run or else, or else.

He talks to himself quietly in his head, tells himself that it's not true. Makes himself breathe through the terrified tremble in his ribcage and runs his thumb soothingly up and down the thick seam of his trouser leg, over and over. Tries to focus on that feeling, the rightness of texture and repetition.

He has money, he reminds himself. Not much, but a little, just under two silvers, hidden away in a cup behind a loose brick near his bed. It could be more, if he redoubled his efforts. Skipped a few more meals, slept a little less and filled all those extra hours with side jobs, the ones he doesn’t usually take until he has to. It would give them a cushion, if things don’t work out with Rica’s suitor and they have to lay low or, Stone help them, if they have to leave Orzammar altogether to escape Beraht’s displeasure.

Rica tugs his hair slightly too hard on one pass and he frowns, but stays quiet. He’d really rather not leave Orzammar, and he hopes it doesn’t come to that. As wonderfully scary-fascinating as he’s always found the idea of the surface to be, he hates the idea of not having stone overhead, and he’s already bad enough with the people down here, he can’t imagine having to learn a whole new kind of person, let alone multiple kinds. He doubts he’d be any good at it.

They could always hide deeper in Dust Town, the cold dark places where it almost becomes the Roads. Folks do that all the time when they’re in trouble, and it's not as unsafe as it used to be, darkspawn aren’t slipping through the barriers and coming up that way with the frequency that they used to. Beraht would likely cool off after a few months. Still holding the grudge, but not so tightly that he would actively hunt them, so long as they didn’t wrong him again, or in any other way remind him of their existence. They could move up higher again eventually, and simply keep to themselves.

Mother could take care of herself without them, despite her insistence to the contrary, so Brosca doesn’t budget or plan for her. She isn’t nearly as pitiful as she makes herself out to be. She can make friends well enough, and knows how to use that to get a bed, get a drink, get a meal. It’s really only her children that she’s so unrepentantly nasty with. She would survive, and would likely even be happier without them.

(And even if that isn’t true, Brosca doesn’t care. It’s cruel of him, probably, but he can’t help it. There is no sympathy or love left in him for her, it drained all away years ago.)

Halfway done. Brosca is always impressed with his sister’s speed. He is not nearly as quick when he’s helping with hers.

He continues to rub his fingertips against the seam along his thigh but, not wanting to seem impatient, resists the urge to bounce his knee. Rica makes small noises under her breath, like she's trying to hum but her heart isn't really in it. They will have to talk about all of this later tonight, when they’re both finally home and Mother is asleep. The plan for the coming weeks, the money he has and hasn’t told her about, how certain she really is about this suitor of hers. He hopes that she’s right, and he’s very interested. Of all the ways out of this for them, that is the easiest, and the most ideal.

He thinks about the note that Rica came home with the other evening, the way she kept unfolding it, reading it, re-folding it, when she thought he wasn’t looking. It seems like it might be a good thing, that note. Paper nice enough that the ink didn’t bleed through. None of the other suitors had ever given Rica anything like that.

Rica finishes off his braid with a secure twist of twine. The familiar ritual made him calmer, and the subtle tension and weight on his scalp helps too. His chest still feels pretty tight, but he doesn’t feel like he’s about to panic or crawl out of his own skin, which is a great improvement.

Rica kisses the top of his head, and then they switch. Her hair is already combed out, so while she starts getting her brushes and small bottles of dark paint out so she can refresh her nails, Brosca can get right to work.

Her hair is a lot longer than his own, it stops at about the middle of her back, and the way she wears it these days is a bit more complicated. Two braids, pinned up against the back of her head in tight, neat spirals. Fancy and feminine. It took him a while to learn how to do it. The braids themselves are easy enough, simple three-stranded things like Rica wore when they were kids, it’s the putting them up that’s the issue. It’s more complicated than you would think by just looking, the things that Rica puts in her hair now make it soft and slippery, and the pins are small and delicate, fiddly. He feels unwieldy while handling them, bigger and squarer than he really is, and not in a good way.

He does a good job though, he’s as close as he thinks he will ever be to mastering it, and the result is always very nice. Rica says that she is often complimented on her hair, and hearing that always makes him feel very useful and proud of himself.

She talks while he works, which is more than a bit distracting, but he doesn’t stop her. It’s all the usual things. How wrong this all is, how undeserved, how no one was meant to live the way that they do. About how the more time she spends with nobles the more clear to her it is that the upper castes are just dwarva like the rest of them. That there is no unique Stone-blessing resting in their flesh, nothing separating them from the casteless but circumstance. 

“They know it, too,” she says, carefully working a gold bracelet and ring onto her hand without disturbing her still-wet nails, “deep down, they all know it. All this nonsense about not allowing casteless to serve in the army, about how we’d be more dangerous to each other than the darkspawn, it’s all just a way for the upper castes to maintain their status. One of us with a smith’s weapon could fight and lead an army just as well as any of them, and they don’t want proof that the family they were born into doesn’t actually make them special.”

Brosca nods in agreement, the hairpins held carefully between his teeth and the intensity of his focus keeping him from responding verbally. 

           He wishes he had a third hand. It would make this task so much easier.

“The nobles know better than any of us how much the darkspawn have taken from our people. Every man I meet has lost a sibling or niece or nephew to them, the army’s numbers are dwindling, as are the Legion’s. And yet they allow their arrogance to blind them to the fact that we could help defend the city,” she scoffs, scraping a bit of errant wet paint out of her cuticle with a thumbnail, “they would rather we lose everything than have to look a brand in the eye as an equal. It’s absurd.”

Brosca hums. She's noticed, recently, a shift in how Rica talks about this. Her thoughts seem more… thought out. More structured. Her sister has always felt strongly about the wrongness of their position as casteless, but there’s a new sort of energy in her words now, a sureness. Brosca wonders if there’s someone else she’s talking to about this, if they’re who she’s getting these new words from.

He is just about finished when the front door opens again. He pauses for a moment, body tense, then relaxes again at the sound of Leske’s voice.

“Radiant as ever, Kalah.”

Whatever his mother says in return must be horrible, because it makes Leske laugh so loud it echoes off the walls.

“You’re a treasure. Where’re your kids?”

It doesn’t occur to Brosca to respond when he hears Leske’s footsteps approaching, but Rica does. Immediately. She whips her head around in the direction of the bedroom door so fast that it jerks her hair, and the pin that Brosca was trying to secure it with, right out of his hands.

“Oh. Rica-”

“Get out.” she snaps, voice hard and venomous.

Leske comes to a dead stop just outside the doorway. Brosca can’t blame him. 

“I’m not even in!”

“You were planning on it.”

“And when exactly did it become a crime to want to see your pretty face, Rica?”

Rica grabs her hairbrush and, in one swift motion, throws it. He yelps when it strikes him through the curtain. 

It’s a little funny.

“Alright, alright! I get it!” he says, “Is your brother even in there?”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Brosca confirms, kneeling down briefly to pick up the hairpin he dropped, “just let me get my leathers on.”

“You two changin’ in there?”

Rica stands quickly, one braid half-dangling, the stool she was perched on scraping against the floor in a way that made her intentions very clear. Brosca watches Leske’s faint outline in the curtain put its hands up.

“Kidding! Just a joke.” A sigh. “I don’t know how you put up with these women, Brosca.”

“You have until I count to ten.”

“Oh because that’s supposed to scare me? What the fuck are we Rica, twelve?” But he was already moving away, Brosca could hear his footsteps getting further away, see his shadow growing fainter. 

“See you outside,” Brosca calls after him, and a few moments later the front door grinds shut again.

He turns back to Rica, now seated, with hair pins in his hands still. She looks up at him sheepishly, there is no venom in her.

“Sorry.”

Brosca shrugs. He knows that they don’t get along, but it’s never really bothered him. Leske’s always been good to Brosca, but the way he acts sometimes… Brosca really can’t blame his sister for disliking him.

“It’s not hard to fix,” he says, sidling up behind her again, “I was almost done anyways.”

“I meant for yelling.”

Brosca shrugs, then realizes that Rica can’t see him.

“I didn’t mind it.”

It’s not even a lie. It’s comforting to listen to them argue, if he’s being honest. It’s old and familiar by now, a pleasant constant. 

He pulls his hands away from Rica’s hair, every shiny pin finally in place, and places a gentle kiss on the top of her skull before going to his bedside and starts the process of pulling his leathers on over his clothes.

Chest piece, arms, legs, his close-fitting gloves, now long since missing their fingers. Scrappy all of it. Made of mismatched leather pieces, ends and bits picked up over the course of years, and then patched dozens of times after that. It’s not of any real quality, and it doesn’t look good really at all, but it will muffle a punch or stop a knife, so long as it’s small. And it’s his. It smells like him, it’s made for his body, most of the stitches were put in with his own hands.

He pulls the straps a little tighter than usual, until the armor is snug against him, breathes into the comforting pressure and weight. He often dreams of the nicer armor he could have in the future, but he’ll still probably keep this around if that day ever comes. He’s always had a hard time getting rid of things.

“Looks good!” Rica says, cheerfully, gently running her fingers over her braided coils, tilting her head back and forth in an attempt to get a glimpse of it in the mirror.

Brosca smiles to himself, sits on the edge of his bed so he can pull his boots on. It shifts and creaks beneath him in a worrying way as he does so, like maybe one of the somethings holding his lumpy mattress up is broken. Which explains why the bed is dipping in the middle now, and why his back hurts. He’ll look into it when he gets home.

The material in his boots creaks as he stands. His good knife goes in the sheath at his left hip, his less good knife to the thigh on the same side, and the short sword that Beraht is loaning him, the nicest of the three blades, but still cheap, old and worn with the original smith’s seal scratched off, goes on his right. It doesn’t sound like he’ll need them for work today, but he tucks his picks into his right shinguard anyway, just in case Mother tries to lock him out again.

He catches Rica looking at him and lifts an eyebrow in her direction, but she just smiles, eyes soft.

“Look at you,” she says, with far more pride in her voice than she really has any right to have, “my handsome brother.”

“Rica-”

“My big, strong, warrior of a brother.”

He tries to wave her off again, to walk away before she can really start embarrassing him, but she stands, follows him. Earrings clinking faintly.

“No, no, come here. Let me see at you."

Brosca lets her turn him. She puts her hands on both his shoulders and just holds him in front of her for a moment, face absolutely glowing.

“Look at you,” she says, voice quiet and full.

Her face does something then. It’s subtle, he just barely catches it. She squeezes his arms real tight then, leather creaking quietly under her fingers, thumbs digging into the insides of his biceps. Her jaw is tight. 

“I will make you a warrior,” she says, with all the weight and seriousness of a king’s vow, “a real one. I’ll get a patron and he’ll move us both up and I will get you a place in the army, just the way I always said I would. I promise.”

Brosca nods, though it doesn’t really feel like she’s talking to him. It feels almost like she’s talking past him, or through him, to someone else. And whoever it is, she’s clearly trying to convince them of what she’s saying, not just tell them. Talk them into it like her life depends on whether or not they believe her. 

“It won’t always be like this.”

“I know.”

She’s been saying that for as long as he can remember. A response for everything, a cure-all. We are hungry and cold, but it will not always be like this. We work too hard, and for too little, and the men we work for are cruel. It won’t always be like this. Yes, Mother treats you horribly, worse than she treats me, but it won’t always be like this. I know you are tired, I know it’s so hard, I know you are sad, are lonely, are strange. It won’t always be like this, it’s not forever. One day we will have enough money to eat, and live closer to the Commons, where it’s warmer. One day I will be a consort and you will be a warrior. One day I will have a noble and you will be Paragon. It won’t always be like this.

For so many years he held it so tight to his chest. It was so reassuring, so warm. A shield against the coming dark, his mother’s venom, the city guards that spat on him as he passed, the massive indifferent throngs of people in the market, the bars, that were all so different from him in so many various ways. A way to distance himself from the things he did with his hands, how cruel it felt to take money for them. It will not always be like this. One day, we will both be great.

Lately, hearing her say it just makes him sad.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

“Be safe.”

“I will,” Brosca says, then more seriously, “you be safe too.”

Rica squeezes his arms again, so tight that for a second it almost hurts, then lets him go.

[talesofsonicasura]

Impossible Curse Statistics: Shenanigans

Hey folks! We're on the last part of our Fatal Error Reader shenanigans. This time delving into Jujutsu Kaisen's dark curse filled world. Like seriously, canon barely gives any reprieve unlike Darker Than Black. AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING.

Fatal Error Reader here is the stressful single parent ready to punch someone amongst the iterations. Snarky and eager to snap at anyone being dumb except for Yuji. (He gets light scolding.) Any swear words are guaranteed when it comes to those like Sukuna or Gojo.

FE Reader does all they can to give Yuji a great life. There are some difficulties as their inhuman appearance isn't exactly suited for the public. Main reason why Yuji carries around a small electronic device, usually a Tamagotchi, so Fatal Error Reader can hide inside.

The living virus will often hack into people's bank accounts to gather any needed funds for essentials like to the occasional spoiling. Every victim being someone cruel or corrupt from thugs to twisted politicians. Any attempt of the target to trace the drainage always ends with a system crash by the virus.

Fatal Error Reader teaches Yuji to not do anything illegal like they did. (Scaring the shit out of bullies or unnerve others is allowed though.) If someone is gonna commit a necessary evil, then no way would it be their child. Even moreso when Yuji is attacked by a curse on his 8th birthday.

Out of instinct, Fatal Error Reader merged with young boy and obliterate the curse. This sudden union led to a realization that they can fuse together due to some unknown power Yuji held. An ability which has some consequences with some visible.

Instead of becoming part Curse, he becomes part digital virus like FE Reader. The only noticable changes are his new fangs, small claws, reddish eyes and hair becoming a reddish pink. Yuji has an alternate form where the virus side truly manifests.

Four tetrabrachial arms with the upper pair being double in size, skin mimicking FE Reader's fur pattern specifically both color alongside similar properties like the subspace stomach, black eyes but the pupils being red Xs, hair now pinkish red quills, 3 ft taller in size, his mouth become a fang filled jack-o'-lantern maw, long hedgehog ears and 3 pairs of large crimson spike quills on his back.

The living virus still regrets this accidental conversion but Yuji doesn't blame them. He thinks it's an awesome birthday gift despite the realization to come once he is older. Both learn to accept the permanent change as Yuji adjust to his new capabilities.

The events of canon still occur albeit with heavy changes. FE Reader kept Yuji from taking Sukuna's cursed finger in the first place. Malevolent energy radiating off the appendage was enough to earn a Hell No within a few seconds of exposure.

It doesn't stop someone else from taking the item and cause the school to be overrun by Curses like in canon. Megumi questions Yuji at the hospital with the reason being the strange 'energy' the half virus radiates. FE Reader holds down the urge to punch the young man as their son just lost his grandfather minutes ago.

Megumi eats Sukuna's Finger to survive against the Grasshopper Curse while Reader took Yuji's friends to safety. They weren't exactly happy when the possessed boy attacked their son during that time. Yuji taken on his Fatal form to better defend himself until FE Reader interferes.

The living virus ends up fighting against Sukuna before freeing Megumi from the King of Curses. Gojo appears to retrieve the young man and lets the two go since they saved his apprentice. The viral duo however are now mark for capture then execution by the Sorcerer Council.

Nothing like Yuji and Fatal Error Reader has ever been seen before in the history of Jujutsu. The fact both held their own against Sukuna says how strong they could possibly be. A matter made only worse when the King of Curses shares interest in Fatal Error Reader.

He sensed a lot more potential from the living virus than even his current vessel. Sukuna wants FE Reader all for himself. Every last piece of them that he'll use Yuji as bait if needed. The digital entity already show their maternal protectiveness towards the boy.

FE Reader has plenty of snide, colorful threats to go with their punches. Especially as Sukuna loves to piss them off akin to Gojo. Powerful and feisty are fun to mess with in his opinion.

Gojo wants to keep the two alive. Both are interesting individuals and can help him better the world of Jujutsu unlike the corrupt Council. There's also the fact that FE Reader somehow jammed Sukuna's possession over Megumi by eating away at the Curse's power. (I ain't going for everyone has Yuji's mental resistance stereotype.)

A seal type choker has been made from the leftover energy the living virus had left behind. It suppresses Sukuna by eating away at his Curses Energy. However if Megumi overuses his abilities then there's a chance the King of Curses will take control.

This is merely a small chunk compared to the changes I'll be making towards canon. It won't make things easier for FE Reader nor Yuji though. There are plenty of threats gunning for their heads.

Possessive as hell 1000 year old Curse, a corrupt sorcerer council with non corrupt followers in pursuit, Curses and Curse Users that wants to see what makes them tick. Even moreso when the living virus goes Critical once their hunters push too far. If normal FE can eat away Cursed Energy and Critical Error is stronger than base form...

You can sum what could happen with these particular lyrics from Fatality Invasion Mix 2: 'This is my world. It's my art! Your code is mine! Let's restart! Played with my fire, the seal is broken. Unleashed my will, now the grief's awoken.'

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

[fates-calling]

I caved and made this silly side-blog! Mostly: because I want a place to scream about my Tavs and the game itself.

So! Meet my three guys!

The only player characters I have made. So far...

Romance: Gale | Playthrough Status: Complete! | Alignment: Chaotic Good

Romance: Astarion | Playthrough Status: Complete! | Alignment: Neutral Evil

Romance: Undecided | Playthrough Status: Act 1 | Alignment: Lawful Good

Some more detailed facts about them under the cut!

Soren

He was taken in by a thieves' guild (which I named the 'Silver Tongues') in Baldur's Gate when he was young after running away from home - who posed or were also bards as a cover-up

He is a raging kleptomaniac, and genuinely can't seem to help himself sometimes

In-game every single romanceable companion in the tadpole gang, tried to sleep with him: except for Karlach. Even the Emporer tried. He only slept with two of his party members, Gale (ofx) and Astarion in Act 2: twice.

His musical instrument of choice is the lute!

His choice of weapon is a longbow & longsword! He actually uses Phalar Aluve.

He and Astarion have a bit of a messy relationship. It's queer platonic, honestly at best. But also, they are kind of in love with each other. However, Soren chose Gale and also believed that the vampire needed a friend, more than a lover. As well as, as much as he adores Astarion - he respects Gale's desire to be monogamous.

He grew up never in one place, being dragged from one city or town to another by his ever-drinking & abusive mother. They were cast out of their eleven town because Soren, was the result of an affair: and with his father being a rich lord and his mother not his wife, well - they were tossed to the streets. He learned how to swindle and steal to survive.

Durge

At first, I named my Durge run well, "The Dark Urge" because I thought it would be funny. And I couldn't think of a fitting name but then it just stuck. Now, the lore reason, is that he really doesn't have a name. So - when meeting Lae'zel and realizing that calling himself the 'dark urge' might cause mistrust, or make him seem pretentious: he simply combined the two words. Durge.

He is a dual wielder! Currently using two shortswords (Knife of the Undermountian King & just a gith blade)

While I am doing a completely evil run with Durge - he is going to reject Bhaal. Because he wants to be free, and as an aasimar, all he has known is submission and orders. He isn't going to become a good person - no, he just wants freedom. To kill who he wants. When he wants, be in complete control of himself and his deeds. Kill in his name.

He had a one-night stand with Lae'zel unable to resist her demanding allure. He regretted it the day after, realizing that he should have thought about it more. But! It did help him discover that sex makes him feel the same way giving into his urges does. It's a stress relief! It also made him remember how many people he has slept with a lot. Almost as many as he has killed. Apparently - casual sex is a habit of his.

He is obsessive. About everyone who comes into his vicinity, and who allows themselves to be under his wings & gain his respect/trust. Whether they be a friend or lover. Durge holds the people he cares for too tight and leaves bruises upon their bodies because all he has known is darkness and blood. How does he deal with these other feelings? That he wasn't built for. So, instead of casting light like most aasimar - he drags people into his swirling shadows and bloodied wings. And he won't let them go. Not without a fight.

Ouroborus

Ouroboros was a part of the Blood War before escaping Avernus

Every time he uses divine magic, it essentially hurts him as well due to his fiendish blood (half-devil)

If it were mechanically available he would totally be an Oath of Redemption

While playing, I have him in his full cambion form, he hides his devil linage and presents himself as a teifling to the party until Act 2 ish (just take away the wings pft)

I plan for him not to use any of his illithid powers, or give into any of them! Something Durge & Soren both did.

Currently using the Everburn Blade!

He has the least developed personality & backstory of my three Tavs, obviously because I haven't played with him for long. I am very excited though.

[elixxer]

White and red roses - A Coriolanus Snow fanfic

SUMMARY: We watch this story through the eyes of Snow's enemy, someone who's a cockroach in Snow's plan to become president. She will try anything to survive, while he will do the same.

[afab character, no pronouns for MC]

[triggers active: self sacrifice, assassination]

[first person narration]

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

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Someone I never had deemed an enemy, now stood in front of me. A few metres away, five at least, but close enough for me to see that bloodlust in their eyes. That urge to kill me, leave me with my blood spilling all over the white winter floor in the centre of the plaza. And as he slowly unveiled a sword from behind his back, I knew there was no chance of leaving here alive. Instead, I would leave on either a carriage, in a casket or in a body bag. This day, my bell would toll. I was going to die in a matter of minutes. My weapon, a dagger, I didn’t even want to compare to his sword, I held in my hand and held it as if it could slip away at any moment.

My eyes showed no fear, nor did my face. Though, the fright of death was one I never would get over for the upcoming 40 years. I had so much to do, so much to live for. So much to love. But the Grim Reaper had caught up to me early and decided that my pawn on the board of life had to be slain today. And while I was thinking of a way for me to get out of this alive, he lunged at me with a sprint, sword heaved in the air to wound its target. Me. But, instead of preparing for defence, I let myself fall onto my knees, head down and eyes closed. Even though I was scared to die, I had no other choice then to accept my fate. I had no idea of what he was thinking. Was he going to kill me now? Stab his sword through my heart? I was not sure of what could happen or what would happen now. But that hit never came.

It felt like decennia passing by before I even realised I was not dead yet. And so, I opened my eyes and looked up. Only to see him, hovering over me with his eyes wide of disbelief. As if he could not believe that I just- “What are you doing?” He then asked, his voice shaking uncontrollably. “Get up, stand up. Fight me like you’ve always done.” He ordered. Fight? Did he not want to kill me? Wasn’t that something he had always wanted to do? Wasn’t that his goal in life ever since he met me? Kill me? “I.. What?” My voice could not hide the confusion that was going on in my head at that moment. He always told the press how he was going to kill me one day. That he would never stop trying to kill me until he would’ve accomplished. “I said: Get up, stand up and fight me!” His voice raised itself and the disbelief turned into anger, as his face told me. He was angry, furious. His eyes, instead of filled with bloodlust, were filled with anger and.. concern? “But why? I don’t understand.” I muttered. As soon as those words left my mouth he threw is sword onto the ground, letting his arms drop down back to his either side before falling onto his knees just like I had done.

“Because every day we fight, I look forward to that gleam in your eye, that screams how much you want to defeat me. How much you want to see me burn for the things I have done. And that smile when you finally get me on the ground, begging for mercy. That beautiful smile..” He screamed, the beauty of his words not matching the tone of his voice at all.

“Fight with me. It’s no fun if you just give up. I need you more than anything in my life..” His voice shifted once again, from loud noise to a whisper so that I was the only one that could ever hear those words. He needs me. “You need me?” “I need you,” he immediately repeated. “I need you like flowers need water, like people need air to breathe. I need you more than people need air to breathe. I cannot even breathe when you are not near. You are the sun in my solar system. I need you..” His hands, drenched in the blood from the wounds he gave me during our fight, slowly found their way upwards, towards my cheeks to hold my face, his thumbs caressing my skin as if they were the last thing he would ever touch.

“I love you..” He then said, under his breath. “You love me?” Another question left my mouth. His words confused me. The man that was supposed to hate me, that was supposed to have torn me to shreds right now, just confessed his love to me. He loved me? “Yes..” He replied then, his dried lips brushing mine and without any hesitation, I kissed him. My heart was pounding in my chest and there was no chance I would let him go. We were good friends before he grew to hate me, decided he wanted to kill me. And there was always that little voice in my head, when I looked at him, that went ‘what if?..’ What if I never made the decision to move to district 8? What if I never made the decision to choose someone else over him? What if I never fell in love with his friend? Or at least thought I had fallen in love. It was a mere, little obsession, nothing special and nothing new.

But he, Snow, this beautiful man. He was just 23 years old, but he was blooming into his power now that he was about to become president. Never had power looked so good on a person. I never really liked the look of power on people; it made them look arrogant, constantly annoyed and made them look as if they thought higher of themselves. I knew Snow felt the same, slowly, but he knew to hide it well. He still acted humble and kind, even if everybody knew it was all a façade. Snow was a master in manipulating. And just like everyone else, I ate that up. His lips on mine felt like a blessing. They were so cold, but his breath was so warm. You could compare it to a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. Sweet, but treacherous. I felt that Snow at first could not distinguish his feelings. But he managed to decide what he wanted. And at that moment, he melted into the kiss, held my cheeks a little better and leaned forward with his upper body. I felt that he needed more, wanted more, ached for more. But this was all I could ever give him. This battle needed a victor, for the sake of Panem. The Capitol. Snow and his reputation. And while I enjoyed his lips on mine, my hand held a tighter grip around my dagger. With a simple slash, I heaved open my arm. I had no choice. I did this for him. Because I loved him. The blood streamed out of my arm, dripping onto our clothes; there was no chance I would get out of this alive now. I knew why he had been so driven to kill me. And even though I feared death; if I had to die for Snow to live the life he had wanted since I knew him, I could accept that.

I felt that Snow noticed my bleeding, or at least the warmth of my blood, as he froze and slowly pulled back, out of the kiss. He looked me in my eyes, to my arm and back into my eyes. His eyes wide of shock even before the realization hit him. “You.. why did you.. Why-“ He couldn’t even finish his sentence, as he was in a state of disbelief once more. His hands shot from my face to my arm, clenching onto my to keep the wound as closed as possible. “You cannot leave me. You’re so selfish for leaving me..” Snow’s face went from disbelief to anger. As if he meant to ask me how I had the guts to leave him like this. “I’m so sorry, Snow..” I whispered, taking my free hand to hold onto his chin, making him look at me. “I know you’ll be mad at me forever, but one of us had to win this.” Snow laughed, eyes wide still, looking like a maniac. “We could have done this together! We could have.. Panem.. We could have ruled it together!” He looked at me before planting another kiss on my lips.

And maybe he was right. Maybe we could have ruled Panem together. But I would always be an obstacle in his path. A wild river he’d have to swim through but would make him drown if he tried. A mountain with no way around it and would make him plummet to his own death if he’d dare to climb. I would always be an obstacle for him, in the way of him and his destination. I was not meant to stay in his life. I was meant to stay out of it. If he didn’t kill me in this battle, there was no chance for him to actually become president, he knew why but never really seemed to accept that. He had many opportunities to kill me in our fights but he never really did. Instead, he’d tend to make a mistake, or run off, waiting in excitement for our next fight.

“Didn’t I tell you I need you? Damn it, you! I have to have you here by my side, every day until the end of time. There is no chance on earth that I could ever run this state without you by my side. It’s you I needed all along. And if fighting was the way to have you closer to me than you have ever been before, then so be it. But we don’t have to fight anymore. We can rule Panem together, hand in hand. It would make my dream come true. Being the leader of such a powerful state is one thing. But being the leader of such a powerful state with such a powerful woman by my side is completely something else. I could never do this without you. Stay with me.”

He sounded so certain. So certain on what he wanted, and what he wanted was me to stay with him. But I couldn’t, I simply couldn’t. “I’m so sorry, Coriolanus. I made my choice. I have to do what needs to be done. Please, let me go.” I whispered, pressing another kiss on his lips. One of his hands let go of my arm, to hold my head and keep me in the kiss. It was longing. It was desperate. It was greedy. His other hand let go of my arm as well. This time to hold me by my waist. His beautiful white suit coloured deep red. A beautiful shade of red.

He pulled me closer, our lips captured in a long, smothering, heated kiss. Oh, to be kissed by Snow was something I never thought I’d experience. All those ‘what if’s danced through my mind. It didn’t have to end this way, it never had to end this way. I had made a mistake. And before I knew it, a wave of regret coursed through my body. Regret and fear. This fright of death was back. A tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn’t lose my grip of life yet. I had so much to live for.

I pulled back from the kiss to look Snow in the eye, my face plastered with the expression of fear for the first time in a long while. “Coryo, I don’t want to go. I want to stay. Please, let me stay.” I begged him, my hand shooting back to my arm to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. But I lost too much already.

I felt weak, cold. My body started to shiver, as well as my breath. Snow’s face changed when he heard my words. It wasn’t the fear of me leaving him willingly that scared him anymore. My fright was his. He didn’t want to see me dying with fear and regret. He helped apply pressure on my arm. “You’ll be okay, I promise you darling. We’ll get out of here and we’ll rule Panem together, okay?” He took off his coat, his tuxedo and eventually his blouse. He used his blouse to close up my arm as tight as he could, and used his coat to keep me warm.

My sight became fuzzy, I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it. But Snow’s hope kept me breathing, kept me going. “I’m sorry, Coryo. I won’t leave you ever again.” I told him, but there was no certainty in my voice at all. I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive right now. I lost a lot of blood. It didn’t get colder, though, nor did my sight get any more fuzzy. Maybe, there was a little bit of hope after all.

“No you won’t. If you survive this, I promise I will never leave your side again.” He replied, whilst standing up and lifting me up from the ground. This tall and skinny man, might not seem strong. But his arms, hidden under his coat most of the time, were broad and strong enough to lift me. I wasn’t skinny, nor was I short. So despite the fact that I was too weak to think clearly, it surprised me that he could lift me up.

“Coryo.. I’m so tired..” My eyes were blinking less frequently because of the exhaustion and the amount of blood I had lost already. A crimson river was still trying to get through Snow’s blouse, that was still clenched around my arm. “No. No, no, don’t close your eyes. Stay with me. Keep talking to me.” He begged me, his eyes looking into my eyes before looking back up to see if anyone was near to aid us. “Somebody! Anybody! Please, help us!” He yelled, the cold already getting to him, since his tuxedo was the only piece of clothing that kept him warm on his upper body. And it was so cold. So cold.. And I was so tired, I had to close my eyes. My life then flashed before my eyes. The moments with Coriolanus were slow, so I could appreciate them just a little bit longer. And especially that kiss, which was replaying in my head again.. and again.. and again..

I woke up in a hospital, my head was heavy and my arm hurt like hell. My sight was a little bit blurry, but I could at least see the bright lights on the ceiling and the light coming out of the window. And then it hit me. I was alive. I could feel my heart beating and my head starting to process thoughts. I had to think of what had happened before I lost consciousness. And I could only remember Snow. Wanting to kill me, but not doing so after he finally had the opportunity. When my vision became more clear, I made the decision to sit up a little. I saw a white blouse with crimson red stains draped over a chair, along with a coat and.. A tuxedo? One of the few things I could remember was that tasteful kiss and him draping his coat over me to keep me warm. All of my memories in those last few minutes came back to me slowly but they were vague and unclear. The only thing I actually could remember was.. “Thank God, you’re awake.” A familiar voice spoke to me. It felt so known, like home. But I could not place the voice just yet, until I felt a soft hand hold mine. That careful touch, his skin connecting with mine. And that voice, like honey freshly made by the hive. “Coriolanus?” I spoke out, my eyes focussing, finally, as soon as I sat straight up. My head was spinning, still heavy but I had to lift it up. I had to see him. “Yes. Yes, I’m right here.” His other hand took a gentle hold of my chin to help me turn my head towards him. And as soon as my eyes met his gaze, I could not help but crack a smile, despite all of the effort and pain it brought me. “Coryo..” I whispered, turning my hand around to hold his, squeezing it softly. This man had saved my life. “Thank you..” Was the only thing I could speak besides his name. It was so tiring to speak, to sit up straight. All I wanted was to sleep. Coriolanus looked around the room, trying to see if he could find any nurses around and smiled when he didn’t. He stood up and carefully placed himself on the bed, next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and allowed me to rest my head on his. “Never scare me like that again.” His hand stroked my hair, and his lips pressed a kiss on it and I closed my eyes again. I could actually rest right now, not being scared of not waking up again.

And then, I felt a sudden pain in my arm. A syringe had been put In my right arm, because they could not use my left one due to the wound. Snow had taken a different syringe and put it in my arm. A white fluid. I didn’t know what it was but it was definitely not something that had to be put in my body, because as soon as the fluid entered my body, It started to slowly ache all over. Within a few seconds I felt the fluid being pumped through my heart. My sight turned red, what was this? I felt a tear and wiped it off with one of my hands. The tear was red. I was bleeding out of my eyes. Right after that, my nose started to bleed as well and my ears right after. This was not good, at all. I looked up at Coriolanus, who was still placed next to me. One hand busy with the syringe, other still wrapped around me. “Coryo, what are you-“ Before I could finish my sentence, I coughed up blood. I was bleeding all over my face. The maroon spattered all across the covers that hid my legs after I coughed and I started to panic. “What did you do? Coryo, please..” Snow looked at me, that loving look on his face was all gone. His eyes, now, were furious. He was almost foaming at the mouth of this anger inside him. “Lucy Gray. I know what you did to her.” Lucy Gray.

I could not believe my ears. He still loved her after all those years? Was this why he had been chasing me all those years? Lucy Gray Baird was someone I got to know after she won The Games. Being her friend was an honour. But someday, she disappeared and never came back. Without goodbye. She didn’t just disappear. I knew where she was. Somewhere six feet under and I was the only one who knew her location. It had been near the cabin at the lake, where I found her. She had been shot. A bullet wound. It was crucial and I couldn’t help her. She had died in my arms. I never brought her back to district 12. I could never heal from those crying face that would look at me, thinking that I’d be the villain in one of her songs. I never knew who the real villain was, though. She passed before telling me. Stories went around in district 12, that I had been the one who made Lucy Gray disappear. Basically, I did. Somehow, Coriolanus Snow was one of the few people that had figured out that I was the one who dug the grave for her body and laid her in it. But I didn’t kill her. “I know you buried her body. You should have let her rot in those woods.” Coriolanus’ hand took a grip on my chin, forcing me to look at him. So he was the one who killed her? “We were supposed to live a happy life together. Without the rules of Panem. But she had to run away and she had to betray me. That’s the reason you found her in that state. That’s why she died.” He explained, getting off the bed to tower over me. “I can not let anyone live who knows about this. I’m sorry. If you hadn’t known there could’ve actually been a future between us. But I can not have you in my way while I climb my way to the top. Presidency is on the line.” He slowly hovered over me, pressing a kiss on my forehead. “Snow lands on top.” He whispered, listening to my heartbeat to make sure it would stop. All the time he told his story I was in agonizing pain. Not only because of the fluid, but this feeling of betrayal ached my heart as well. I could barely see anything. My head felt heavy again and I had to lay down but I simply did not have the energy to do so. I felt too much pain. It didn’t take long this time before my breath started to tremble and my heart started to beat more irregular. This was it. I took one last look towards Coriolanus Snow. The man I fell in love with and the monster that betrayed me. Then, I closed my eyes. In acceptance. This was it. This had to be. “Snow lands on top,” I repeated, trying to reach out for his hand without any success. But this was it. I closed my eyes and let my body completely relax. Then, my sight faded to black.

[END OF STORY]

[oxtofmydcpth]

A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets.

[matthew noszka] THE WINNER. Please welcome KANE BENTLEY (he/him) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 30-year-old VISITOR who lives in TOWN. You may see them around RUNNING THE FIGHT CLUB//TRAINER @ ABSOLUTE GYM. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

TW: Drug Use // Fighting // Violence

~ Kane always exuded a masculine energy, a need and desire to fight, a desire to be the strongest, a desire to be a winner. Maybe it stemmed from a need for attention from a mother that didn't give a shit, or the need to prove himself to a father that ran his life like his own business.

~ Mixed Martial Arts. MMA. That was where this energy was directed during Kane’s twenties. A hobby that soon became a passion, allowing him to let out all these aggressive urges, sate his competitive appetite, as well as reap the rewards and the attention he so desperately craved.

~ As the years progressed, his skill improved, and he became a force to be reckoned with, powering through smaller, local tournaments until he was approached by one of the more well known management teams, wanting him to join their ranks to represent him, convinced that he could be one of the best, possibly in the world. Kane took that challenge, trained hard for long hours and fought his absolute best every time, and it paid off every time.

~ Nerves were not something he was used to, but in the weeks leading up to the championship rounds, his last fight before claiming the title of world champion, nerves took over completely. Self doubt, something he hadn’t felt since early childhood, now creeping from the back of his mind, but he’d come so far and done so much. He couldn’t lose this fight. Kane wanted that world title and to truly be the best out of everyone, and he was willing to do anything to get it.

~ At that point in time, he was on top of the world, had everything he wanted: he had won; he was categorically the best in the world; he was the famous face that the boys wanted to be and the girls wanted to be with; every possible title in his profession under his belt; more money than he would know what to do with. World Champion. He had everything...for all of three days. And then the allegations came out. And then the investigations started. It didn’t take long for the stash of performance enhancing drugs to be found and for Kane’s world title to be stripped away from him, as well as partnerships, brand deals, sponsors. Everything came crashing down around him spectacularly: fans and management outraged, money gone, titles and trophies returned. From a winner to a disgrace in a matter of days, and everyone in the world knew it.

~ Of course, his management team told him to lay low, but Kane, desperate to save his reputation took every interview opportunity available, every social media platform he had defending his decisions and clapping back at anyone who spoke out against him. What could have been a simple enough fix for the professional team soon spiralled into a PR disaster. They made a final decision for him: disappear while they fix it properly, or they drop him completely.

~ They insisted he not take his phone, or tell anyone where he was heading, just disappear and start up a new life or stay in hiding for a few months while they continued their damage control. This is how Kane ended up in Huntsville, the universe making him truly disappear.

~ He's been in Huntsville for at least 6 months, those appearing in town after being the only ones to know of his scandal, those stuck in town before knowing only that he was a fighter. So it made sense for this professional to take over the running of the Fight Club from Hawthorne Romero, although some things may be a little different under this new management.

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: Aile (to love home)

Warning(s): shigaraki

Summery: tomura and his party have a discussion (follow up to Aishi (to love death) )

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The minute that Tomura leaves his office, Keigo is all over him, looking both at him and past him, trying to make sure that both of them are safe because that’s Keigo’s way, possessive and protective, willing to do whatever he has too in order to survive. He answers the unspoken question, “The kid’s fine birdie. We came to an agreement. I came in here to talk about it with everyone.”

Spinner doesn’t look up from his game but he does audibly pause it, Compress closes his book, Himiko continues painting her nails but she does smile at him, her head cocked in curiosity. “It’ll be fun to have more people around,” she says lightly but he can hear the ‘are they safe? will they hurt us? Do I need to run again?’ question hiding under her tongue. Dabi makes a clicking sound that he knows comes from Keigo, an urging for him to move it along. He makes the sound right back, says, “I’ll get to it when I do firework, ignores Dabi’s sharp hiss of annoyance. He manages to settle on the couch and waits while Keigo’s goes to check on (and probably groom) his kid.

“Did you have any first impressions?” Compress eventually asks, after they’ve been waiting a little while and it becomes clear that Keigo won’t be back for a while. He notes Himiko’s pout, mumbles to her, “he’s having weird bird instincts, he can’t help it.” Her facial expression doesn’t change but she does smell the air and that seems to settle her. “The kid is determined to protect the people that they love.” He knows that all of them can relate to that. At first it wasn’t about any of that, but now, in a lot of ways they belong to each other, and that isn’t something that’s easily forgotten.

Compress takes this information in way he takes in everything, with a calmness that could rival an oncoming storm, as he picks up a deck of cards, starts doing tricks without looking at any of them. “What were their terms?” Dabi asks, one eye kept on the closed office door. “They were pretty simple actually. In return for information, staying with us, and fighting for us, they want protection for their family.” He should have used another word but here’s the thing; Tomura knows what a family is and what a family is not. Sensei is family, the league is family and the kid speaks of their class the same way he speaks of his family.

“When you say family, do you mean blood or their class?” Spinner asks, still not looking at him. “Their class. From what Keigo’s told me, their blood family isn’t worth very much.” Now he has their attention. There are many things that all of them hate and on the top of that list (besides all might) are child abusers. Sure they try and kill the hero brats but they aren’t the ones meant to love them, to protect them from harm and tell that they’re worth something. It’s different. “Are you sure?” Compress asks, still focused on his card tricks. They collectively ignore the ones that end up stuck in wall. “From what Kei’s said, I’m sure.”

A soft click of the tongue, a sound only Compress can really make correctly; no one knows where he learned it from but it works on all of them, makes them listen. “Even if we don’t end up keeping them, I’d like to pay a visit to their parents.” It’s as much of a request as anything that Compress says, and he knows the way that the visit will end. He really doesn’t give half a fuck what Compress does in his free time, even if that’s killing random people; especially not if it’s killing abusers.

“Did the kid want anything else?” Dabi asks, “They can’t be serious about that being the only thing.” He shrugs, “the only thing that’s of concern is that they don’t want to share the real names of the others that they’re working with so that we can’t kill them or blackmail them.” Dabi arches a brow in confusion, “Does the kid just not give a shit about themself?” Tomura snorts, says,” The kid knows where they stand with Keigo. They know that they’re protected even if the protection means giving everything up.”

Tomura is well versed in the study of almost every type of quirk and over his studies, he’s learned that there’s a certain… possessiveness that comes with being a mutant, something that Keigo has in spades. Sometimes, Keigo reminds Tomura of his master, of the single most important lesson that his Sensei ever taught him, to keep what is his close to your chest, and never let it go. If it tries to leave, make certain it can’t. The league wouldn’t leave- can’t leave, they’ve all been through too much together but Keigo’s intern, that grew up without other mutants, that holds themself together with the same kind of spite that Tomura recognizes in himself is perfectly capable of leaving and refusing themself something that he knows most mutants need.

“It’s not the worst plan that I’ve ever heard of,” Dabi says lightly and from him, that’s practically a complement. “That doesn’t really answer the question boss, do you want the kid or not?”

Here’s the thing, taking the 1-a brats on would be a big risk and he likes where they are right now, likes the degree of safety that they have with the PLF. Even if there is risk, he knows the risk, has it calculated down to a T and has plans for every contingency that he can think of. Introducing the brats would be a risk that he doesn’t have calculated nor planned for.

The upsides of taking in the hero brats are the wealth of information and power that all of them come with, as well as a fierce loyalty to one another that he can use against them if he needs to. Dabi asked him ‘do you want the kid’ in the exact same way before they took the bakugou kid. He said yes then, didn’t think of the consequences, wonders to this day if everything would be better had he said no. Shakes his head to clear the thought out and really considers the question. Tokoyami is coming to them willingly, asking him to protect them, to keep hero society from hurting more people.

“Any final objections?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. When there are none:

“Keigo, you can bring the kid out,” he says in lieu of answering, because he knows that Keigo’s been listening this entire time, because he knows that a real answer will have Dabi gloating for the next several months.

It’s the kid that comes out first, head held high, and strong. The kid’s got guts, and he can respect them for that. Keigo follows, a big smile on his face, it’s not a nice smile, not really. It’s the same kinda smile he gets when when he can get back at the society that scorned him and his people.

“My league has agreed to add your party to ours, and all conditions of the agreement will be met.” The kid blinks at him with demonically bright red eyes. “If anyone here hurts my flock, there bodies will not be found.” It’s not much of a threat, and he suspects that the kid isn’t trying for threat. It’s a promise. “The names?” He says, doesn’t respond to the threat/promise.

He’s given a regal nod.

“As you all know I am Aishi. My collaborators are as follows. Yōki who has been working on freeing Kurogiri is Shinsou Hitoshi, Akira, the person who is collaborating with Mr. Compress is Aoyama Yuuga,” he know that his face must make an expression that he didn’t want because the kid’s too sharp eyes zero in on him. they don’t comment, continue, “Shirabe,” Himiko makes a happy sound, “is Jirou Kyota and letsune, Dabi’s point of contact is two people. Todoroki Shouto and Todoroki Fuyumi.”