#this is probably gonna flop

[evvyyypeters-fics]

“She’s got a way. She got away”

Misty Day x f!reader

Warnings! Angst, maybe cringe writing idk, short, not proofread rlly, hopefully not ooc

Been obsessed w/ Subway by Chappell Roan (needs to be released ASAP PLS CHAPPELL PLS) so I decided to write Misty angst. This is probably gonna flop like my other angst but it’s ok

Misty Day fic also requested by @urlittlelisb0ngirl sorry

Required listening (I’m not responsible for your tears)

Lily of the Valley. Was that it? Or maybe it was Jasmine. That scent that always lingered on you.

I think I smelled it again, on a girl with your hair that walked past me today.

It’s like a sign, because I swear I could smell you on her. A reminder that there will be a fragment of you in my mind. The memories of us on the pier are fading, just like the ones of us eating ice cream on the ferris wheel–the first time you had ever been to an amusement park. It was also our first date. Do you still remember it?

I don’t.

The look on your face is blurred. Were you smiling? Did you even look at me? Did you drip ice cream on your blouse? Were we laughing? What time of day was it?

It’s all a blur to me now. I guess that’s a blessing and a curse, because as the memories fade, so does the pain. But as the pain fades, so do the feelings I had for you. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to let go, but at this rate it’s inevitable. Are you ready to move on? Is that what you really wanted?

I think about you a lot, and I can keep holding onto the memories as long as I want, but I still watch them as they slip past my fingers. I wonder the most–if you still think about me? Do you regret it? Have you found someone else? Where was it that you ran away to again? Saskatchewan? You really were always a country girl at heart, weren’t you? If only I knew your new address, maybe I’d show up on your doorstep with a charming bouquet of flowers, maybe a boombox over my head and playing your favorite Stevie Nicks song.

I still have your jar of swamp mud you gifted me for my birthday, you told me it didn’t mean anything, that it was “just good wishes”. But I know how much it really means to you, and I can still remember the faint feeling of a burning in my chest from the way you gazed at me, and the way your fingers whispered over mine as you placed the jar between them.

If you asked me if this is what I wanted too, I don’t think I’d have an answer. I’d say “It’s complicated” and either way, it’d end the same as it always does. Sometimes I think I see you, when I’m in large crowds. Usually by the subway. I’ll see a blurry image of your face, maybe a familiar feeling of a smile on someone else, or the sound of your voice walking by. But of course, it never is. It almost drives me mad how your shadow follows me, even in the dark of the night. As if the stars are the twinkle of your eyes. I can’t escape your gaze, even when I can’t remember it.

The warmth and radiance of your presence haunts me. There was something about the way you carried yourself everyday, a true angel. I guess that’s why you were so unreachable. You were made from heaven, and I was born in hell.

On that fateful day, when the it came down to the last page in our story, you said to me:

“I don’t think this is where I’m meant to be. I’m not ready. I’m not ready for whatever this is.”

Well, I don’t think this is where I’m meant to be either. I’m not ready to give up on what we had yet, and it’s the worst torture to experience. At least I still remember the feeling that was loving you. But as the image of you in the corner of my eye becomes dark and darker, I’m starting to think this was how it was always meant to be.

Misty Day, you truly have a way. If only you didn’t get away.

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[hxschi]

Just A Prank (wc; 2,371)

It’s the morning after the prank and Sam realises the twins never came back.

...

The space beside Sam is empty when she wakes; the pillows in the same position they were last night, the cover undisturbed. Nobody slept beside her in the bed last night.

There’s a sickening, unwelcome feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Where was Hannah?

Sam pushes back the covers, the cold already seeping into her bones but she pushes forward, creeping out into the hallway. The lodge was dead silent, everybody still asleep, the hallway still cast in shadows but Sam knows this lodge like her own house and in the maze of rooms the lodge holds she knows whose room is whose.

She opens Beth’s door hoping that maybe the twins chose to sleep together last night but the room is empty, the bed hasn’t been touched and Sam knows, as desperately as she wants to ignore it, she knows neither twin came home last night.

.:..:.:.:.:.:.:.

“Maybe they went to the guest cabin?” suggests Ashley.

“With Mike and Em? Yeah, I don’t think so, Ash,” says Jess.

“Maybe they found somewhere else,” poses Matt. “They know this mountain better than the rest of us, there’s probably loads of cabins on here.”

“Or they came back and are just sleeping somewhere else,” says Jess, her hangover causing frustration to tone her words. “This lodge has too many rooms anyway.”

Sam stays quiet. She knows the twins aren’t here, that they never came back last night. Something happened to them and they were wasting time discussing it.

Her eyes drift over to Josh, still asleep on the couch where his sisters left him. God, somebody is going to have to tell him.

She will have to tell him.

Sam brings her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. The others are still throwing out suggestions as to where the twins could be but Sam has stopped listening.

“Guys,” she softly calls to them and all three stop talking and look at her. “We need to wake up Josh.”

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

He hates them all.

It is 9:30 in the morning, his head is pounding like there’s no tomorrow, and his sisters’ friends are telling him that those same sisters never came home last night.

And he is just learning about this now.

He hates them all.

“So you’re telling me,” Josh says, his face in his hands as his severely hungover brain tries to process it all. “That you pulled a prank on one of my sisters that caused her to run out of the lodge in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter, that caused my other sister to follow her and none of you thought it was a little odd that they never came back?” His eyes fall to Jess standing in front of him. “What the fuck, Jessica?”

“We- I…We didn’t think she would run out of the lodge, Josh.” She at least has the decency to look guilty. “It was just a joke.”

“You know Hannah isn’t like the rest of us. The pranks we pull on each other, we can’t do that with her.” Josh sighs, standing up. There was just one more thing he couldn’t wrap his head around. “Why didn’t you go after them?”

“That was my fault.” It’s Sam who speaks up and Josh turns to her, shocked for a moment that she even had a part in this.

“Mike wanted to go after her before Beth came out. I told him no.” She sighs, shaking her head. “I thought she wouldn’t want to see him but I think that’s why she ran out anyway.” She gives Josh a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry.”

He finds his anger melting ever so slightly. He knows if Sam could change this, she would. He squeezes her shoulder gently. “It’s okay, Sam.” Then he sighs again. “I’ll take some Advil then we can get going.” He looks at Jess. “Go to the guest cabin and wake up Mike and Emily, they can help. Matt, go with her.” He looks to Ashley. “Ashley, wake up Chris, he needs to know what’s happened.” Ashley nods.

“What do you want me to do?” asks Sam, standing up.

“You can come with me while I call my parents.”

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

The police want to take statements but Josh tells them it can wait until after the search and for that Jessica is grateful. They’re split up into five groups but even that isn’t enough to cover the expanse of the mountain. The group Jess is part of were tasked with looking around the fire tower area and so far they had found nothing but some broken signs near a cliff edge that their search party leaders told them to stay away from.

“This is all our fault,” she hears Emily say for the tenth time this morning. Jess huffs, rolling her eyes.

“We didn’t know she’d run out, Em!” Jessica shines her flashlight around. There was nothing here. Can she go inside now, she’s freezing.

“I did say we should go after her,” says Mike and Jess glares at him.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because Sam said—”

“Since when do you listen to what Sam says?” asks Jess. She stops in her tracks, turning to the other two. “There’s nothing here, let’s go,” and starts trudging her way back.

“What do we tell the police?” asks Emily. “I don’t remember anything. What if they try to blame us?”

“They won’t,” says Jess, convincing herself as much as she was trying to convince Emily. “We didn’t do anything. All we tell them is we play pranks on each other all the time and usually it ends with the other person laughing. No one has ever ran away before and we didn’t think it would happen now. Nobody is here and it is freezing, can we go please?” Jessica walks off without another look towards Mike or Emily. They can stand out here worrying about what they’ll say to the police but Jessica would every much like to be indoors now.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

The police station was tiny. Dank and dingy, the walls had weird stains on them and the whole place smelt of piss. All eight of them had been ushered into a small room. They weren’t allowed to talk and a bored looking cop had been sent to babysit and make sure they followed the no talking rule. They would have been put into eight separate rooms if the station had eight difference rooms.

One by one they are called in no particular order. The times they were in there differed two; Chris and Josh knew nothing so they were in and out. Matt and Ashley were in much longer than the other two but not as long as Sam had been. Jess was currently breaking the record, half an hour they had been speaking to her with Mike just behind her clocking 27 minutes. Emily only knew this because there was nothing else to do other than watch the clock. They couldn’t talk and their phones had been confiscated. Emily was the last to be called into the interrogation room so for almost 2 hours she had sat there clock watching.

The interrogation room was as dank and dark as the rest of the station. The cop who had taken the lead on the twins disappearance- as Emily had heard them referring to it as now- is sat on the other side of the table. She smiles as Emily enters.

“Hi,” she says still smiling. “You must be Emily. I’m Annie.” She gestures for Emily to enter the room and when Emily does another cop shuts the door behind her. She hears the snick of a lock locking into place and stares at it.

“It’s okay,” says Annie coaxing Emily towards the table and chair. “It’s just so people outside know this room is in use.” With a gentle force on her shoulders she coaxes Emily to sit down and then moves back to her own seat. “I hear your friends call you Em. Can I call you Em?”

Emily shrugs. “I guess so.”

Annie smiles again. “Good. Now Em, you’re not in any trouble. We just need to get a picture about what happened last night, okay?”

“What if I don’t remember stuff?”

“That’s fine. I just need you to write down what you can remember.” Annie hands a clipboard and pen towards Emily. “Once you’re done, I have some questions I need to ask.”

Emily nods and picks up the pen, she hovers over the page, wondering how to start, trying to recall as much of last night as she can.

She had dealt with cops once, last year, when Jacob Webb got pulled over for speeding and Emily was trying not to get busted for being high in the back of his car. She doesn’t remember much of that either.

She writes down whatever she can remember, fumbles a bit on who’s idea the prank was- was it hers or Jess’s?- She can’t remember who said what so she leaves that out, she remembers hiding under the bed with Jess and someone bursting in and then Hannah running away.

Her statement is a paragraph at best and she sheepishly hands it to Annie.

If Annie has any complaints about how short Emily’s statement is she doesn’t voice them. Instead, she files it away and turns back to Emily.

“So pranking each other seems to be a regular thing in this friendship group?”

Emily nods. “We do it all the time, it’s sorta our dynamic, I guess.”

“And is Hannah often on the receiving end?”

Emily shakes her head. “The rest of us just laugh it off. We’re mad at first but then we see the funny side. Hannah…” She sighs. “Hannah doesn’t do that, she takes it personally and it’s not fun when someone takes it personally.”

“And knowing this you went ahead and pranked her anyway.”

Emily shrugs. “I guess. I just wanted her to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Trying to get Mike’s attention.” She leans back in the chair and crosses her arms. “You know how annoying it is when somebody’s after your boyfriend?”

“I see…”

“But I didn’t think she would run away. It was just a prank.”

A silence settles between them before Annie speaks again.

“Thank you Em, you’ve been very helpful. You can go rejoin your friends now, I’ll get somebody to drive you back to the lodge. You can get your things and someone will drive you to the airport.”

Jessica is waiting for her when she leaves the interrogation room.

“You were in there a while,” she says upon seeing Emily.

Emily glances up at the clock and sees she’s high scored at 32 minutes. Emily always comes out on top.

“Guess I remembered more than I thought.”

“They’ll find them, Em. They have to.”

Because if they don’t we’ll always be remembered as the ones who killed Hannah and Beth.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

Annie spends the night sifting through all eight statements. Christopher and Joshua’s don’t yield much information- they were asleep through the entire thing. The other six statements are virtually identical: Jessica and Emily were the masterminds, Michael was the bate, Ashley and Matthew were complicit (Matthew even mentions recording it on a camera) Samantha tried to stop it but failed and Bethany Washington had no idea any of it was happening. By all accounts it was a prank gone wrong, no one could explain where the girls had gone so why did Annie still have two missing teenagers and what happened between 2 and 9:30am?

A knock on the door startles her but it’s only her partner, Finn.

“Any suspects yet?” he asks.

Annie places the folder with the statements inside down on the desk and shakes her head. “They didn’t do it. Well, outside of causing the girls to run out but other than that, they know nothing.”

“You’ll find them, Annie.”

“Will I?” Annie asks because she was having some serious doubts. “The most I’ve ever dealt with is some off-season hunting, never…this.”

Finn leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and looking deep in thought.

“There was that guy, wasn’t there? The one Melinda Washington complained about- the one who said not to build on the mountain- could he have something to do with this?”

It was something but Annie wasn’t convinced.

“As far as I’m aware that was all settled but maybe…We need to keep looking, they’re somewhere on this mountain.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” And with that Finn leaves.

Annie sits, contemplating Finn’s words for a moment. She eyes the filing cabinet and just as she is about to wheel herself over to it does the phone ring.

“Sheriff’s office, Deputy Sheriff Cline speaking.”

“Drop the case, Annie.”

“What?”

“Drop it.” It’s Sheriff Hughes who speaks to her and he sounds serious.

“Why? What’s happened?” Annie asks.

“I just need you to let it go.”

“Two teenage girls are missing Don, I can’t just forget about it, the Washingtons are wanting—”

“I’ll pay the Washingtons off,” Hughes interrupts her. “I just need you to call off the search parties, burn the kid’s statements, forget this whole thing ever happened. That’s an order, Deputy Sheriff Cline.” The call ends before Annie can say another word.

“What was that about?” asks Finn now back at the door again.

Annie gingerly sets the phone back on it’s hook. She looks at the folder of statements before looking up at Finn.

“I’ve been told to drop the case.”

She picks up the folder and opens the drawer beside her, taking out a box of matches. Without another word to Finn she makes her way out of her office and towards the front door where a trash can sits not too far away. She drops the kids’ statements into the can then lights the match, dropping it on top of the papers. The statements catch fire, the ends curling as the flames engulf them. Annie watches, caught in a strange trance as the statements burn to ash. Why has she been told to drop the case?

[ichijoucult]

i love spending money on my nieche hyperfixation yaay

[f4gg0t-4-0b3y-m3]

“your cries are music to my ears”

DNI: MINORS, ANTI MLM, PROSHITTERS, HOMOPHOBES

warnings: dacryphilia, bondage, brat taming, BDSM, daddy kink (?) sub/dom, possibly dub-con, degradation, praise

NOT PROOFREAD DONT COME FOR MY ASS PLS

a/n: this was requested by my lover, for two of our ocs (his: zach, mine: venus) so hope yall enjoy as this is only my second time writing smut

moans, whimpers, and pleas to venus filled the room, but all fell on deaf ears as venus continued to move his hand on zacha cock agonizingly slow. zach had been denied his orgasm over and over again for god knows how long

how did he end up in this situation?

zach had been fooling around at home, and venus wasnt in the mood so when zach decided to be a brat and get venus worked up while doing work, he had enough

“im done with your antics zach…go to the room and strip, if i cone in there and your not stripped of your clothes there will be hell to pay”

zach smiled and happily went to the room and stripped himself of his clothes, he was even kind enough to grab the blindfold, ropes, and lube for venus

venus soon came into the room, grinning down at the brat that sat on his bed, he took the rope and started to tie the brat up with his arms behind his back, tied together. he then grabbed the blindfold and tied the sliky fabric around the brats eyes.

venus got onto the bed and sat behind zach, both legs on each side of zach “youve been a naughty brat for daddy…now hes gonna have to punish you…but youd like that anyway, just look at your boner, oh wait…you cant look” he chuckles lowly against zachs ear as he grabbed zach hardened cock, moving agonizingly slow

thats how zach had ended up in this situation but at this point he didnt care, he was to focussed on the pain and pleasure

he was snapped out of his daze when venus picked up his pace on zachs cock, “ve-venus! oh fuck—please! daddy let me cum! it hurts!” tears streamed down his cheeks as venus chuckled and slowed down his hand “oh but youve been bad for daddy, so you don’t deserve to cum, maybe next time youll think about that before working me up while im doing work”

zachs cries and pleas started getting louder as he was soon close to orgasm but denied of that pleasure once again

venus chuckled before removing his hand completely, untying zach and taking the blind fold off of him “maybe next time youll think before you tease daddy” zach whined and sobbed harder as he tried to hrind against venus’ hand only for venus to take his hand away from zachs aching cock and grabs a towel, cleaning up the mess he and zach made “if you be a good boy and not touch yourself while daddy works then maybe, just maybe ill let you cum”

venus soon left the room and went back to work with zach whining and crying to venus from their shared room

hope you liked it!

dividers by: @sister-lucifer

[accidentarisen]

She Wants Revenge, Talk To Her, She Past Away.

WHO IS THIS WOMAN?

[anony-lynn]

Trying to post my art on here as well cuz why not

[lavellun]

Lucy Gray Baird, Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth as the three different social contracts of the philosophers Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Thomas Hobbes and John Locke.

[mispatchedgreens]

oh, to be an absolute ten while a repressed belligerent asshole administers to you the kiss of life

[minho-knows]

HYUNJIN | 'ATE' VISUAL FILM

[outofcontextdanandphil]

Dan and Phil should NOT tweet this - OUT OF CONTEXT

[lakunalaika]

Ooooo creepy Darkstalker ooooo

My brain has been infested with Wings Of Fire thoughts again, this is probably my sign to come back to drawing dragons.

[gemharvest]

And goodness, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling You're down, and you're pleading, my head is just reeling

Goretober 2024, Day 2: Sharp Objects

[hongtonie]

HONGJOONG 𖠋 A WALKER

[francy-sketches]

Hiiiii guess who finished her pmv. finally. um enjoy :3

[theshmeepking]

bro's getting A Little Pudgy

i lied bro's getting A Lot Pudgy

[unseemingowl]

Saga Anderson, and Nordic rep in Alan Wake 2

Early on in Saga Anderson’s exploration in Alan Wake 2, she runs into Ilmo Koskela. Fiercely proud of his Finnish heritage, Ilmo gregariously makes note of Saga’s Nordic sounding name and the familiar design of her knitted sweater. Perhaps a fellow Finn?

Alas no, Saga’s mom is Swedish she informs him. Immediately Ilmo’s face falls. I’m not sure if it’s actually just the animated character defaulting to his resting face, but either way the timing is too perfect. Cue uproarious laughter from me. People in the Nordics are on friendly terms of course, but we gotta have the tiniest bit of… scornfor each other. All in good fun of course. It’s traditional.

Now, I’m Danish, not Finnish, but still, I feel right at home in the towns of Bright Falls and Watery in Alan Wake 2. All of the little nods to Nordic culture and mindset feel so wonderfully familiar to me. The melancholia, the irreverent sense of humor, the affection for the Finnish and Swedish quirks of the characters. The game feels all the stronger in tone and narrative for Remedy embracing the Finnish roots of the studio.

Which is exactly why it sucks that I almost immediately saw the charm of those narrative decisions weaponised against Saga.

I first watched the scene between Ilmo and Saga on a lets play when I was trying to figure out if I should finally dip my toes into survival horror and buy the game. Delighted by the writing I took a look into the comments to see if people were vibing as hard with it as I was. They were. But I also saw a comment that made me frown.

Paraphrasing, it basically went, come on, like hell a guy like Ilmo would make the assumption that a black woman is Finnish. There are a multitude of reasons why I think that person was wrong, mainly that Nordic people love it when we run into each other in other countries, but it also just made me sad.

Saga being black does not negate her Swedish heritage. Formally, she is American, sure (I assume, not sure how that works in the US), but she’s raised by her single Swedish mom, of course she’s going to identify heavily with that part of her herself. It’s a profound and essential part of who she is.

But hey, I’m a white potato Dane, so I’m not gonna argue that I know much about the experience of being biracial. I’m gonna stick to what I know, which is that Saga is a very moving and beautiful example of something that I’m actually not used to seeing much of - a story about connecting with your Nordic heritage and roots. And it’s part of why I love her so much.

When Nordic people show up in big, international productions, it’s usually as Vikings, and sure, it’s fun to see our wild ancestors, but contemporary questions of Nordic identity and heritage is not something I often see explored. Not even in our own productions.

So much of Saga’s story is about family. Fighting for her current one, Logan and Casey (and sure, David too, lol), and rediscovering her first one. Tor and Odin.

Her discovering her ties to Tor and Odin is profoundly moving and made me teary-eyed several times over. And sure, a lot of those ties are fantastical in nature, but they still feel very much grounded - and what makes us Nordic if not the ties to our myths and legends that Tor and Odin have made themselves the living avatars of.

While Saga’s mom, Freya, had good reasons for leaving the Anderson seer magics behind, seeing them as part of what made her family fucked up, she also cut Saga off from the fullness of her capabilities. It is only through Saga reforming her family, healing its scars and fully embracing the Anderson heritage that she becomes as powerful a parautilitarian as she is at the end of the game. That’s beautiful.

And in fact I think Saga being black only deepens the richness of those themes rather than negate them or make them irrelevant. Because yes, Saga’s story would have been moving if she was a white character too, but I am very well aware that a lot of biracial people of Nordic ancestry can feel alienated from that part of themselves. Not least because questions of who gets to claim a Nordic heritage can get pretty ugly around here. There are most definitely people who share the racist mindset of that commentator. It adds an extra dimension. Which is why seeing Tor and Odin’s eagerness to claim Saga as part of the Anderson heritage is all the more moving. Through her magics, she’s just so obviously an Anderson, and they’re so damn proud to call her theirs and fight alongside her. Because they all got that wild Viking blood in them. They’re part of her and she’s part of them.

Roger Ebert, the film critic once called movies empathy machines. I think games, when they’re at their best, can be an even more intense variation of that. Which is exactly why it baffles me that some people can play through Alan Wake 2 and still think Saga is a stunt-woke character rather than someone fully and beautifully integrated in the narrative. A narrative which, at its most basic level – in my opinion – is about the mystical bonds we form with each other and the rest of the world through art and love and blood and family and heritage. All the great horror doesn’t negate that either, it amplifies it. Kind of like that clicker.