#vin's prompt fills

[laikuh]

i feel like everyone on my dash is drunk right now (as is their right <3) and i’m just sitting at my little computer listening to my little lofi and drinking my little diet coke while i write porn.

[zealctry]

Dashgame: Never Have I Ever !

RULES: Your Muse and all the Muses they interact with are in a pub somewhere across Space, Dimension and Time. Answer the first 'Never Have I Ever' In Character. At the end of that, let your Muse ask a new ‘Never Have I Ever’ question for the tagged people to answer themself. After those tagged people answered your prompt, they state their own 'Never Have I Ever' and tag you back along with other Muses. Rinse, lather, repeat. original by @treasurechestrpmemes

“ –never have I ever hurt another person willfully. ”

Hidan’s gaze had, within the last handful of seconds, wandered into the distance, drifting with no particular purpose, like a leaf blow in the wind. it snaps back, however, upon hearing that particularly hilarious tidbit. he cannot help himself ( could, but doesn’t care enough to ) from bursting into laughter. a loud, ringing sound, filled with much more mirth than it ( by society’s standards ) had a right to be.

( she’s playing saint, and he finds it funny. whether or not the words are true remains an open question. people talk a lot, but not all words are genuine. people talk a lot, but they are very good at deluding even their own selves. oh well. illusion delusion is the first of all pleasures, and all that rot. )

he picks the glass between long fingers and downs it in one swig. easily.  then reaches dutifully for the bottle, and pours himself another drink, gaze unwavering and unblinking. ( downs that one, too, a smooth shot, the liquid trailing fire down his throat. just for the hell of it. just to make a point. )

the click of his tongue is not as much satisfied as it is mocking.

“ never have I ever fantasized about murder. ”

( oh. and he proudly takes that shot, too. )

tagged by: @hunting-songs xoxo a good bean, love you tagging: @cainiine / @helllords (choose someone fun for the latter account~), @sortilegum / @deviatory (Mal? Vin?), @distortedkilling, @kiigan (modern verse for funsies), @longerhuman, @mxldito, @bedlamology (Loni), @hemat1c (Jiwoon), @senjufound (Madara), @langdhon, @softersinned & anyone else who I am too shy to tag or is currently inactive but feels it for later.

[bellysoupset]

Hi Soup!

Just so you know, "🐆 anon" will be retiring now, as I am starting to use my blog to post. So yeah, that was me, and if for some reason I'm commenting on anon again, that would be me. ☺️

Well then.

Nooo, your stories haven't been boring! I'm loving the new Max and Vince relationship, seeing Wen and Vin succeed at long distance is so fulfilling, and I love seeing Jon's interactions with his family. Luke being jealous over Max is so funny to me, and I can't wait to see them deal with this. (Honestly, I'm shipping the throuple, but I'll love them all no matter what they do) I love being able to understand characters better, and I feel like all of these interactions are very character building, and will benefit any future developments.

It would be great for Jon to come back though... I miss him. I was thinking earlier today how I miss Jon/Wen interactions, and then remembered he's in Europe. But maybe we could get a phone call or something?

It's weird having Jon in Europe, and it takes away of lot of interaction possibilities, but I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, and I love seeing this other side of him. A lot of your characters have crappy parents, and I love that Jon has Jackie and Matteo that are turning out to be pretty good, and Angie rocks.

(I'd read a Bella fic with pregnancy-related talk... I'm loving Andy's Mila and Drew storylines, I'd love to see more authors talking about these topics)

Okay, question. (I found this prompt list a while ago that I've been going through with some of my characters: https://www.tumblr.com/judasrpc/687874557884907520/weirdly-specific-but-helpful-character-building)

So, my questions are (for any or all characters):

What's the lie your character tells the most?

What's a hobby they used to love that they don't do anymore?

As always, loving your writing!

Bro, I'm sorry I could swear I had answered this??

I'm so sorry!!

NOW! I kneeeew it was you! When you sent the first ask off anon I was like 🧐🧐🧐 I wonder if Jey is the leo anon!! I'm so happy to be proven right lol.

I'm following your characters bios and I'm very excited for your first story!

Look, my dramatic streak aside, I know my stories aren't boring per se, but sometimes I get the sensation I could be doing more with it, which was what I was being annoying about in the first place and now my inbox is filled with you lovely people reassuring me, but I swear it was never my intention! I just wanted like criticism, I guess? 🙈🙈 I'll shut up now

I'm so happy you're on board for so many of my creative choices. I miss Jon dearly, but he's coming back SOON, especially with the new Leo fic, cannot be away a minute longer. Also, you mentioned Vin/Wen winning at the long distance is fulfilling and I second this, because even as the author I was doubtful at first. My characters often do not obey me, so it was much to my delight as well.

I really like writing Jon with Jackie/Matteo, as you correctly clocked me I have a thing for damaged parent/kid's relationships (projecting yay!) and I feel like Jon and his fam all working to make it work this time around brings me a lot of comfort when I'm typing. Of course things aren't always perfect and not everyone can rekindle their broken relationships (many of my ocs!), but it's so nice to write someone who can!

I hear you about Bella! 👀

So for the questions, I'm so sorry my answer is already huge:

What's the lie your character tells the most?

I don't think my characters lie a lot, actually! Most of them are annoyingly honest, Jon-Wen-Bella, or naively honest, Vince-Luke. Leo and Max I guess are the ones who lie more often, Leo lies about being "busy" a LOT, the most creative lies, but truly all he wants is to stay home with his cat, his musical movies, his guy. He's probably killed his grandma whom he never met like 3 times already and he's really good at keeping track of his lies.

Max lies about minor stuff, just for a chuckle. It's more deadpan sarcasm than lying, I guess? But he also lies pretty much daily about his stomach, because he does not have the patience to explain time and time again that no, he's not chronically ill, he's just the God's most hated idiot. He'll go "no, I'm allergic to that" about literally any food that's offered and that he knows it's gonna upset his stomach. Some older teachers call him the "bubble boy" because of that older movie about a man who couldn't get out of his bubble.

What's a hobby they used to love that they don't do anymore?

Bella used to practice skating and she doesn't anymore, she cannot be bothered since their town is almost always raining.

Wendy has had every hobby under the sun, she's done pottery and jazz dance, but grew out of both.

Luke was obsessed with wordle for a hot minute, but nowadays he's let it go.

Vince isn't as big a reader as he once was, he used to be a total bookworm.

Max has hit a rough patch, he used to go hiking a lot, but for no bigger design, he kinda hit a slump and has been at home much more.

[druidx]

Mouth of Silver

Universe: Original one-shot CW: Unreality, fae-like creatures, //ask to tag Words: 781 Context: Written for the Homestead 2021 Fall Prompt Week. The prompt was: Theme: Dark & Light; Color Scheme: Monochrome tones; Quote: "I'm no saint, but I can tell the shades apart". For this, I enjoyed playing with the idea that dark=good and light=bad. Read on RoyalRoad Tagging: @homesteadchronicles @wispstalk @writeblrsupport @scribeofred @bread-of-death

A thick, billowy duvet of snow coated the ground, making dark sentinels of the smooth-trunked beeches. It squeaked at each footfall from the shadowy figure as he puffed his way through the sparse undergrowth. Over a head of knee-length dreadlocks, the moon ghosted towards the horizon, painting the eiderdown sky with a watery wash of silver.

The frigid air rippled and shivered, a balmy breeze reaching out to caress his umber cheek. From behind a basalt-dark tree stepped another figure. It trembled in the spring-like air, spider-silk bright and just as diaphanous. The dark figure froze. Thick fingers reached for the copper rod hitched over his shoulder, laid beside a bulging pack. The light figure gave a glittering laugh and spoke in a strange flowing tongue. More laughter, high and bright, came from either side. The shadow turned to see more gossamer figures appear, reaching out with beckoning hands, chattering in that same strange tongue, the vowels sliding over consonants like water over river pebbles.

The rod freed, the Shadow held it crosswise over his chest. Though he trembled and his breath caught, the dark figure tutted. "Come now, come now," he said, his voice the rumble of a brewer's dray. "I'm a simple man – no saint for sure – but even I can tell the Shades apart. You are different… No mere shade has the power of spring in the dead of winter." The man raised the copper rod higher. "Kirth vin dah. Kirth vin dah. Let me pass." The Gossamer shivered, the trill of a rippling brook filling the air. Their silvery shapes wavered, slipping closer to each other. "So. You want to do this the hard way?" The shadowy figure held his copper rod out, clasped in the centre like a shield, and stepped forward. "Se netto! Se netto! Move aside! Fotex consabel da'hriim! I claim the right of Traveler's Passage!" The Gossamer shivered again, the air heating to a summer's dryness, the trilling deepening into the roar of wind-tossed trees in full leaf.

"Do not test me, creature," the Shadow called, taking a step forward, the rod still extended in a warding gesture. The Gossamer contorted now – the mockery of a human face with wide empty eyes and gasping mouths filled deep like mercury. They gaped – as if in shock – as Shadow took another and yet another step towards them. The fell wind rose, dusty air grasping at hair and linens – yet not a single tree limb quivered. The Gossamer gibbered, voices rising to the rushing of spring melt-water. "I no longer ask, creature: You will let me pass! Netto, netto! Begone from this place!"

The Gossamer shivered and shook, their forms wavering like old cobwebs blown by the wind, as Shadow waved the copper rod in wafting arcs. They shrilled, clustered so close they seemed to become one. Shadow stopped, waiting, the rod still held before him.

With an inhuman shriek, the wind turned blistering hot, sweeping towards him like the breath of a dragon. Shadow ducked, planting the rod into the snow, hunkering down as if behind a shield. The ends of his locs frazzled. The point of his cap charred in the searing wind. The ground around him thawed to mud. A letter slipped from his pack, the blush envelope twisting towards the canopy, disintegrating to ash as it flew.

Shadow frowned, dark eyes flashing with anger as he watched it scatter on the torrid wind. From beneath his thick furs, he drew an amulet of blacked cast-iron. "It is one thing, creature, to mess with me," he said, anger darkening his voice further, "and quite another to mess with my client's property." Clutching the amulet before him, Shadow slowly stood, speaking further incantations, his voice even and unyielding as the basalt-dark trees. The gossamer creatures wailed and shrieked, slipping backwards away from the unrelenting tide of Shadow's words, setting frozen again that which was unnaturally thawed.

Fully on his feet, Shadow took a step, firmly planting himself before taking the next, never once letting up the calling in the Gossamer's tongue as he fought on through the supernatural wind. With a shrill cry, one by one the Gossamer fell, dispersed like smoke back into the fae realm they had sprung from. Then all that remained was the first, with its empty eyes and silver mouth agog, the hands beckoning sweetly as if Shadow might change his mind. "She'rath," Shadow murmured to it. "Go, go home." The Gossamer tilted its head. Shadow levelled the copper rod at its chest. "One final chance, creature: she'rath." The Gossamer curled its spindly, sharp fingers back towards itself and, with one final pealing giggle, vanished like a dream.

[andaloulover]

1- Présentation et introduction

J'ai fini par me décider à démarrer un blog! L'idée me trottait dans la tête depuis un moment, mais là, tout à coup, à l'heure de la sieste, mon cerveau ne se mettait pas en pause, les premières idées concrètes et petites phrases ont commencé à défiler dans mon crane encombré ; il fallait que ça sorte ! Je dois dire que ça fermentait depuis quelques mois, et la création, c'est comme le bon vin, il faut lui laisser le temps, sauf que ce temps n'est pas défini, il est même très flou , indéterminé. Mais quand le vin est prêt, il faut le tirer, et donc c'est maintenant. J'ai donc quitté une sieste tentante et réparatrice, mais improductive, pour commencer à faire le tri dans mes idées, mes documents, et voilà, ça y est j'écris. Alors je vous vois venir, vous allez vous dire « mais quel enthousiasme débordant et enfantin, un blogueur de plus, bon je lirais tout à l'heure si je trouve le temps ». Seulement, c'est mon 1er blog, mes premières lignes, et il m'a fallu 54 ans pour démarrer ça et m'y mettre sérieusement. A l'adolescence, j'y avait bien pensé, en me disant que plus tard cela me rapporterait un peu d'argent en l'éditant, qui sait.... mais à cette époque, je n'avais pas forcément grand chose à raconter, une vie ordinaire, des occupations de mon jeune âge, bien anodines, et puis on m'avait dit qu'écrire un journal, c'était surtout un truc de fille. Comme quoi, les idées préconçues, formatées, peut-être qu'a l'époque, cette personne a brisé chez moi une grande carrière d'écrivain, et que si j'avais rencontré quelqu'un me disant « vas-y, écrit, c'est super », ma vie serait différente aujourd'hui, tant la vie est faite de rencontres et de choix bons ou mauvais, d'opportunités et d'actes manqués. Mais je n'entamerais pas un débat philosophique là-dessus, pas plus qu'une introspection sur ce que je n'ai pas fait, pas été, cela serait d'un ennui mortel et me ferai déjà perdre 85% des lecteurs (sur 2 ou 3 ça fait combien ? La moitié d'un, même pas ?) , Bref, j'ai un peu dévié, ça m'arrivera encore , mais j'essaierai d'indiquer clairement mes digressions par la suite. C'est quand même émouvant, et mon exaltation pour démarrer cette activité et coucher ces premiers mots vaudra bien un peu d'attention de votre part, du moins jusqu'à ce que vous soyez sûrs d'aimer le sujet et le style, ou pas. Pour être franc, sur le style, je pense écrire presque comme je parle, disons un peu mieux, mais sans filtre, enfin disons pas trop (Donc parfois familier, cru, comme le disait un certain chanteur, quand on est con..., jeune ou vieux. Et parfois j'ai besoin de le dire, vous êtes avertis). Ça sera donc d'abord la franchise et la simplicité, souvent comme je le pense. Mais vous me direz, quel sera le sujet ? Allez il est temps de balancer l'info, car en tant que dessinateur/graphiste/artiste amateur, ce blog sera plutôt centré sur mon rapport à l'image, en particulier depuis que j'ai plongé a corps perdu dans la création d'images faites par IA (ça y est, j'ai perdu la moitié des lecteurs au moins). Mais attention ! je ne suis pas dans la catégorie « presse-bouton », copie d'un prompt au hasard sur le net, on voit ce que ça donne, on passe à la suite ! Je montrerais donc des images dans ce blog, bien choisies, je vous raconterais leurs histoires, je ferais des digressions diverses autour.......

(A suivre)

[theangiediary]

@thehighfiveproject

leave kudos

i will be here by @amiwritesthings

this has been on my list for awhile, finally had time/emotional energy to read. You guys, fantastic. Good parent John, quiet soft Dean, and the slow slide into their relationship. 🤍

reblog art

fem!gabriel piece by sherrywaves. Great pose, expression, and details.

reblog fic

one on, two out by zmediaoutlet

a fav. deacon/dean.

reblog edit

this bela (belaxdean) fanvid by love-you-like-a-brother

wasn’t super eloquent in the tags but I love this. great song, great pairing- they should hate fuck yes sir!

promo a fan project

home for the holidays! open prompt challenge some folks (angel and vin) put together from the server. currently, I'm working to fill a samjohn drawing ;)

[penceralexandra]

Navigating the Digital Highway: A Guide to Applying for Car Title Loans Online

In today's digital age, convenience is key. When in need of quick cash, applying for a car title loan online can offer a swift solution. This guide will walk you through the steps to effectively apply for a car title loan from the comfort of your own home.

Understanding Car Title Loans:

Before diving into the online application process, it's crucial to grasp the concept of car title loans. These are short-term loans secured by the title of your vehicle. The loan amount is typically determined by the value of your car and your ability to repay the loan.

Researching Lenders:

Not all online lenders are created equal. Take the time to research reputable lenders who offer car title loans. Look for lenders with positive reviews, transparent terms, and competitive interest rates. Websites like Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (CFPB) and Better Business Bureau (BBB) can be valuable resources in your search.

Assessing Eligibility:

Each lender will have specific eligibility criteria for car title loans. Common requirements include owning a vehicle outright, having a steady income, and being at least 18 years old. Before applying online, ensure you meet the lender's eligibility requirements to https://tfciloan.com/ improve your chances of approval.

Gathering Required Documents:

Prepare the necessary documents before starting the online application process. These typically include your vehicle's title, proof of income, government-issued ID, and proof of residency. Having these documents readily available will streamline the application process and expedite approval.

Initiating the Application Process:

Once you've selected a reputable lender and gathered the required documents, it's time to initiate the online application process. Visit the lender's website and locate the car title loan application portal. Fill out the application form accurately and truthfully, providing all requested information.

Providing Vehicle Information:

As part of the application process, you'll need to provide detailed information about your vehicle. This includes the make, model, year, mileage, and VIN (Vehicle Identification Number). The lender will use this information to assess the value of your car and determine the loan amount.

Reviewing Terms and Conditions:

Before submitting your application, carefully review the terms and conditions of the car title loan. Pay close attention to the interest rate, repayment schedule, fees, and any other pertinent details. Ensure you fully understand the terms of the loan before proceeding.

Submitting Documentation:

After completing the online application, you'll be prompted to upload the required documents. Scan or take clear photos of each document and upload them securely through the lender's website. Double-check that all documents are legible and accurate before submission.

Waiting for Approval:

Once you've submitted your application and documentation, the lender will review your information and assess your eligibility for the car title loan. Approval times vary depending on the lender, but many provide instant or same-day decisions. Be patient during this process and await communication from the lender.

Receiving Funds:

If your application is approved, the lender will finalize the loan agreement and disburse the funds to your designated bank account. Some lenders may offer alternative disbursement methods, such as a check or prepaid debit card. Upon receiving the funds, adhere to the repayment schedule outlined in the loan agreement.

Conclusion:

Applying for a car title loan online can provide a quick and convenient solution to your financial needs. By understanding the process and following these steps, you can navigate the digital landscape with confidence and secure the funds you require. Remember to borrow responsibly and only take out a car title loan if you're confident in your ability to repay it.

[rentsure]

A Step-by-Step Guide to Filing a Claim with Your Motor Fleet Insurance

If you manage a motor fleet, you understand the significance of protecting your vehicles and drivers from unforeseen circumstances. Motor fleet insurance serves as a crucial safety net, providing coverage for multiple vehicles under a single policy, simplifying the insurance process for your fleet. 

However, filing a claim can be a daunting task without a clear understanding of the process. 

In this blog post, we'll walk you through a step-by-step guide to filing a claim with your motor fleet insurance, ensuring a smooth and efficient experience for you and your team.

Understand Your Policy Coverage

Before initiating a claim, it's essential to familiarise yourself with the specifics of your motor fleet insurance policy. Review the coverage details, including factors such as liability, comprehensive, collision, uninsured motorist, and any additional endorsements. 

Understanding the extent of your coverage will enable you to determine the types of incidents for which you can file a claim and the associated deductibles or limits.

Gather Essential Information

When an incident occurs requiring a claim, gathering relevant information is crucial. Collect details such as the date, time, and location of the incident, as well as the vehicle identification numbers (VINs) of the involved vehicles. 

Additionally, obtain the names and contact information of all parties involved, including drivers, passengers, and any potential witnesses. Documenting the incident with photographs can also strengthen your claim.

Notify Your Insurer Promptly

Once the incident has been documented, notify your motor fleet insurance provider as soon as possible. Prompt notification is vital in ensuring that the claims process commences without delay. 

Provide all pertinent information regarding the incident and the vehicles involved, and be prepared to answer any questions or provide additional details as necessary. Your insurer will guide you through the initial steps and advise you on the next course of action.

Complete Claim Forms Accurately

Upon notifying your insurer, you will be required to complete claim forms detailing the specifics of the incident and the damages incurred. It is imperative to fill out these forms accurately and comprehensively, providing all requested details and supporting documentation. 

Be transparent and forthcoming with information, as accuracy and thoroughness at this stage can expedite the evaluation and settlement of your claim.

Assessment and Inspection

Following the submission of your claim, your insurer will initiate an assessment of the damages. This may involve an inspection of the vehicles by a designated assessor to ascertain the extent of the damages and determine the validity of the claim. 

Cooperate fully with the assessment process, providing access to the vehicles and any additional documentation or evidence that may be requested.

Resolution and Settlement

Once the assessment is complete, your insurer will review the findings and determine the appropriate course of action. If the claim is approved, you will be informed of the settlement amount and the subsequent steps in the process. 

Whether it involves repairs, replacement of vehicles, or compensation for damages, the resolution will be communicated to you in a transparent manner. Ensure that all communication and agreements are documented for future reference.

Stay in Communication

Throughout the entire claims process, maintaining open and proactive communication with your insurer is key. Keep abreast of the progress of your claim and inquire about any additional information or documentation required. 

Timely responses and cooperation from your end can significantly contribute to the efficient resolution of your claim, minimising disruptions to your fleet operations.

Conclusion

In conclusion, understanding the process of filing a claim with your motor fleet insurance is essential for ensuring a seamless and efficient experience in the event of an incident. 

By familiarising yourself with your policy, promptly notifying your insurer, providing accurate information, and staying engaged throughout the process, you can navigate the claims process with confidence and secure the necessary support for your fleet. 

Remember, your insurer is there to assist you, and by following these steps, you can effectively protect your assets and maintain the operational continuity of your motor fleet.

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[the-dragon-chronicler]

Response 04

Prompt: A ventriloquist whose puppets are made from real bodies

Response:

Everyone says the eyes are the window to one's soul. I agree! They definitely are. The fire behind piercing blue eyes can tell you that a person is passionate; while a longing gaze behind mud-brown ones can tell you there's desire deep within.

What people don't tell you is that hands tell a story as well. Even down to one's fingernail. Rough hands, bent fingers, or even chopped nails can tell me a lot about you. Nail technicians, for instance, have meticulously clean nails. Unnaturally so. Construction workers, on the other hand, always have bits of dirt and other natural substances trapped in the pores of their fingers and hands. Even when they've thoroughly scrubbed their bodies, a small amount of the earth still stays with them.

Of course, other body parts tell stories, but I do believe I am boring you. Now, let me tell you about my favorite "dummy". Honestly, I hate that word. They aren't dumb. They are actually pretty smart.

Don't give me that look. I'm perfectly sane.

Back to what I was saying. My favorite is this one right here...

Oh! My apologies. I completely forgot you were blind. Your eyes were following along so naturally...

Let me describe her then! Her eyes are a wonderful reddish brown. You can tell the person who made them really knew how to capture the emotions behind a person's eyes. You can still see the small specks of joy to this day. It was much more vibrant years ago, but alas they faded. Her hands are ones of a doctor. I don't know how to describe doctor hands outside of soft.

Oh!... Those are sirens...you aren't blind. You're so mean.

~

"Good work Vinny." Police Chief Edward shook my hand. "It took months, but we finally caught him. How was it by the way?" He shifts in his desk chair.

"It wasn't that bad." I stretch and focus on the picture facing me. Reddish brown eyes stare back at me. "The only weird part was pretending to be blind. He almost caught on at some point." Chief lets out a hearty laugh.

"Thankfully he was pretty dumb."

"Absolutely. I'm gonna head out alright?" I zero in on Chieff's eyes. Reddish brown and green. They're pretty.

"Alright Vin. Get home safe." I give him a nod before leaving his office.

It doesn't take me long to get home. The drive was pretty peaceful. My dog greets me almost as soon as I step on the porch. She's a real pretty pup. Her stubby little tail wags happily as I toss her a treat.

"Enjoy them, girl," I say watching as she cautiously sniffs the multi-colored orbs. "It's gonna be a while before either of us gets more of our treats." Walking to my kitchen, I find my friend exactly where I left her. Picking her up, her vibrant, joy-filled eyes stare back at me. There's a hint of fear in there though. Oh well. Such beautiful reddish brown eyes. She'll definitely be a riot at tonight's show.

Alright guys! This one is going to be long since me and my fiance decided to both respond to the prompt. Hope you guys enjoy both stories.

1,2,3,4. 

1,2,3,4. 

1,2,3… where did she go? She was just right here.

I was already running late and she had run off! Oh that poor creature, where could she have gone this time? Cherry looked around meticulously in my menagerie of a living room, stacked with books on stitchwork, scrapped and almost done dresses, and giant Amazon boxes full of handpainted dummies. It would be tough to find what she was looking for just in there but she needed to groom and finish her up before her new puppet’s debut began at 7:30 pm. And time was unfortunately dwindling. “Ohh… POPPY!!” I screeched, “ You’re my good luck charm for tonight! I won’t put the costume on you!” but to no avail did she come out. I sighed and sat on my living room chair, contorting my face with my hands. Where could she be? Where– I thought of something. 

“Ohh my little Poppy.. We’re playing hide and seek, aren’t we!?” I laughed, thinking it was just a little joke. Cherry quickly looked around out of my front door window before shutting and locking the front door. 

“Well, I’ll find you in no time. Hopefully.” she nervously giggled.

Tip. toe. Tip. toe.  Cherry tried to listen out for her little critter’s soft footsteps in her hollow house. She crept up the stairs quietly and heard a sheepish cry as she got to the top. “Oh you poor thing, are you hurt? Did you step on a needle again?” Cherry cooed and darted into her bedroom, looking under her bed. Nothing. Closet? Drat. She checked thoroughly in the connecting bathroom too and came back out with a huff. Then… She heard footsteps again but quicker, small yet thundering. Cherry spun around, seeing the bathroom door open and also…small bloody prints on the floor, and hearing the doorknob rattle furiously with more cries. She had her now. Cherry slowly came out of her room to the top of her stairs to find…

 Cherry clapped while walking down. “Well well, my little Poppy…” 

Step. Step. Step. 

 “You hid far better than the others… and I’ve been trying so long to get a perfect fit for such a wondrous, lifelike debut at my next show. You’ll be DAZZLING!” 

 The bleeding little girl, only 10 it seems,  in a torn flowery dress could only scream out her last struggles. Cherry dragged her by her red, curly hair to a chair with straps in the nearby kitchen and strapped her in. 

1,2,3,4.  Cherry counted while pulling the syringe to count out the vials she needed for her other victims but “Only one will do for you.”

When the little girl finally opened her eyes, she could barely move on Cherry’s lap and cried, her tears falling down in front of hundreds and the searing showlights Cherry took out a tissue from her pocket and patted her face and lips. 

“Now, now… be a good little dummy and keep smiling.” 

[amoreisms]

[ FROSTY ] for sender and receiver to build a snowman. FOR REN AND VIN VBVCBVCBCVBNCBCVVB

IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR! a collection of sentence starters and prompts to inspire holiday/wintery interactions. trigger warnings for mentions of food and drink.  [ FROSTY ] for sender and receiver to build a snowman. -- accepting !

         ୨❤୧     with a hefty grunt, vin lifted the belly of the duo’s snowman onto the base, a satisfied grin at the progress so far. he glanced at the other, not sure why he was mildly enjoying their time together; maybe it was the large silence that filled the activity – mainly on vin’s side. placing his fists on his hips, vin turned to scope the surrounding area, looking for the next best spot to start rolling the head of their snowman. after spotting an untouched patch, the male pointed – well, pointed as best as he could with his mittens (damn the cold) – towards ren. “go get the scarf, & eyes, &... stuff.” he nearly demanded, remembering how they left the detail-oriented items in the house. “i’ll start the head.” with that the male trudged through the fresh powder over to the untouched patch & began rolling the smallest of the three spheres. noticing ren come back out with the items in his arms, vin rushed to carry the head to the base of the snowman, then went to help collect half of the items ren had. with silence he lowered to the ground, crouching by the head, his hands tucked underneath one half. after a few seconds of nothingness, vin glared up, an annoyed grunt leaving his lips at ren’s inability to read his mind. “well? help me lift this up so we can finish. damn.” ignoring the onslaught of insults thrown his way from the other, vin lifted the ball of snow, glad they were able to do it together. without missing a beat he began structuring the classic pieces on the snowman’s naked face; two pieces of coal for the eyes, the scarf, & sticks for arms. he watched as ren did the other half, laughing at the crooked coal smile & carrot nose – the buttons were surprisingly perfect. stepping back to admire their work, vin crossed his arms & nodded his head, looking over at ren. “not bad.”

[strawberry-skies-xx]

everything

prompt:

The king is kind, and understanding. But just as easily as he gives, he takes away. And when he takes away, he takes away everything.

tags: Sastiel-ish?, unhealthy relationship, boyking Sam (obviously)

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Castiel had been remade several times.

At first, it had been by God himself. He had been remade when Lucifer had exploded him, and he had been remade countless other times. It wasn’t a new sensation to him anymore; it was kind of like sleeping. He floated in endless, dreamless darkness, and then he woke up wherever he had been revived, feeling fresh and clean and powerful. He didn’t really know when it would happen, so he lived as if any day could be his last - which, in this life, it could.

But he always remembered it, he always remembered before as if he had simply been sleeping.

Until now.

Cas stood in the halls of Hell; in the throne room, to be exact. He couldn’t see much in the dim firelight, but he didn’t have to. He knew he’d fucked up - and he’d fucked up something that really wasn’t supposed to be fucked up. For the first time, Cas was afraid of his future, of what Sam would do to him. There were things much worse than death, Cas knew this, and he knew that Sam had more than enough experience to get creative if he needed to.

Cas also knew that he loved the King of Hell. He’d loved him when Sam had first taken the throne, and he loved him now, when he was deciding on Cas’s punishment. It was a delicate balance between the two of them; Sam did love him, and he was lenient and understanding, but even Cas knew his patience only stretched so far, and he had done more than stretched it; he’d snapped it and then shredded the pieces.

Sam was currently sitting on the throne, legs crossed and posture relaxed as ever, but his eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Cas, who knew that look all too well. He knew the mind that was running, trying to decide how Cas should pay for his monumental mistakes.

Sam moved suddenly, legs uncrossing as he stood in a fluid motion, face emotionless. Cas darted his eyes down as he walked closer, stopping two steps away from him and tilting his chin up with one finger, the slight contact feeling as if it was searing Cas’s skin. He met Sam’s hazel eyes and found sympathy reflected back; the question of his punishment was playing in a loop in the back of his mind and fear rose up with it.

“You understand why I have to do this,” Sam said, voice soft. Deceiving, Cas thought, and then he wished that Sam could speak that softly to him again, but in very different circumstances. He pushed the thought away and gave a slight nod. Sam held his eyes and Cas shifted before he turned away, pacing a few steps back.

“I can’t let them see that I am weak. No exceptions,” Sam said, turning suddenly back to face Cas. “I know you have been remade before, so it should be nothing new.”

Cas looked sharply up at Sam, wondering what the punishment was in being remade. His brow furrowed in confusion and Sam tilted his head, giving Cas a smile that was filled with something almost like pity.

“You’re wondering how that’s a punishment,” he said softly. Cas was still, not replying, and Sam took a few steps forward, closer to him. “You won’t remember it. You’ll be brand new. I’m not taking away your life, I’m taking away everything. Your memories, all of your past thoughts. Your feelings.”

Cas tilted his head, instantly thinking of the worst possible scenario, and something in Sam’s face told him that this was, in fact, the worst-case scenario. “My... feelings?” he asked, stilted, and Sam nodded.

“Yes. All of them, even those you have for me.” He paused, eyes flicking down as if regretful, before looking back up. “I don’t want to, but I hope you can rebuild our relationship in the next life.”

Cas opened his mouth to speak, to say something, anything, to try to make sense of the panic rising up in him and the sudden, frantic thought that he didn’t want this, this wasn’t supposed to happen, but Sam’s hand was raising and he felt two cool fingers touch his temple and then everything went black.

[bellysoupset]

Re: Luke/Bell, what if this time he's the sick one? Thought he drank too much at a team party (maybe they made state?) but there was actually a stomach virus going around?

Oh hell yeah anon, now we're talking! Thanks for the prompt, I love it.... It got out of hand.

"Wait-waitwait-" Vince slurred, draping an arm over Lucas' shoulders and pulling him closer. He was shorter than the other man, but just as large and both men were drunk and having a good time. Vince raised his red cup that was filled with beer, "Ipuurr..." he shook his head, trying to get it clear and next to him Lucas let out an easy chuckle, which switched to a burp halfway through and caused his best friend to shake with drunk giggles, "I- I propose- Asstost."

"A toast?" Another guy from the team filled in and Vince nodded, nuzzling his forehead with Lucas, a face splitting grin on his face.

"To'ur quarr... Quar-"

"To our fucking quarterback!" Leo yelled from the back and Vince shouted back, raising his cup and then chugging it all in one go, just as Lucas did the same. Vin turned around and patted his best friend's cheek.

"Fuckin' love you, man" He mumbled and Lucas laughed harder, shoving him off easily.

"You love everyone right now," he said, words slurring together and the other man simply shrugged, still smiling, walking over to the cheerleaders who were nearby and but throwing himself at them.

Lucas laughed at his friend's antics and scanned the room in search for the bathroom. He was way past the pleasantly buzzed stage, the world was now in the twirling stage and he had to apologize profusely as he drunkenly staggered for the second floor's bathroom.

It was a house party - whose house he wasn't sure anymore -, but it was crawling with people. He had never seen half these faces, yet that didn't stop people from amiably patting his arm, singing praises and acting like they were long time friends. He smiled at everyone, trying to remember who they were and then finally made it to the bathroom, shutting all the noise outside.

Lucas leaned heavily against the sink and let out a sigh of relief. His ears were ringing, whole body vibrating with the rhythm of trap song they were blasting and he felt... Off.

What was it about bathrooms that made people realize just how bloody wasted they were?

He groaned and opened the tap, drinking it greedily before washing his face and daring to look at the mirror. Lucas grimaced at his reflection, his wavy brown hair was sticking out everywhere and his eyes were droopy from the booze. The alcohol had painted his cheeks red, but the rest of his face was paler than normal.

A burp rumbled up and he thumped on his chest, flexing his stomach to get it out. It tasted just like the beer he had been drinking for the past three hours and Lucas gagged, spitting the little reflux on the sink and taking another drink.

It was a bad idea to bend down again, the minute he did, his stomach surged up in his throat and he couldn't do anything but cough it up. Puke covered the sink, splashed back and down the cabinet and the young man staggered back, until he hit the opposite wall, pressing his fist to his mouth as he swallowed in the urge to throw up again.

Shit.

He was so doomed, Lucas thought gloomily, they'd never stop saying he didn't know how to handle his liquor.

There was a knock on the door, someone's voice he recognized vaguely and Lucas groaned out loud, suddenly too queasy and drunk to bother with a response.

"Dude, there's people wanting to use the bathroom!"

He glanced at the mess over the sink, swallowed in the gag that forced up his throat just by looking at it, "I don't-" clumsily he pulled the door open, "I don't think that'sssa good idea..."

"What-"

He didn't stay around to hear the insults, but he did hear the loud shout that followed. He felt awful about it, truly did, but the few working neurons he had right now were focused on just one thing: Getting out of there.

He wanted to go home, now. The party was no fun anymore, the amount of people was oppressive and his head was throbbing almost as much as his stomach. His belly hurt, burning with the alcohol and just cramping with the sheer amount of food he had eaten. He was always ravenous after a game, it hadn't been different this time-

It was Leo who found him. He was the older one of the team and thankfully not as fond of alcohol as Lucas and Vince, because he was just pleasantly buzzed.

"Luke! Hey man, you're alright? Someone said you thr-"

A wet, gross belch got past his lips and Lucas groaned, leaning forward and planting his hands on his knees. He felt like he was going to throw up again.

"Alright, got it," Leo cringed, planting a hand on his back, "let's get you outside-"

"I font- don't feel good..." his jaw felt heavy, his head fuzzy. Lucas pressed his eyes closed as he could just taste the beer all over again.

"I know, I know- Hold on, I'm gonna get your girl, alright?"

"Bell?" He followed blindly his teammate's lead and took in a gulf of clean, cold night air. It helped sober him up just a hair, "what'bout Bells?"

"Where is she? Is she here?"

Lucas snorted at the thought and collapsed sitting down on a pool chair.

"No..." He spread his legs apart and planted his elbows on his knees, burying his face on his hands. Bella always showed for his games, but staying after?

"Okay, just- Don't go anywhere, stay here," Leo grumbled, before darting off, no doubt to find a sober soul to help them out. Lucas almost chuckled, it wasn't like he could go anywhere. He was too dizzy to get up and the closet thing was the pool, but he was not drunk enough to consider that a good idea.

He planted a hand on his stomach and rubbed it shamelessly, too sick to care. He could feel everything churn in there, but he really didn't want to puke again, not around all these people...

"Okay bud, just drink some water-"

Lucas frowned, raising his head to glare at his overly touchy drunk best friend.

"Vin?"

"Leo said you're wasted," Vince pushed him a red cup, presumably filled with water, not beer this time around. Nevertheless, Lucas shook his head.

"NoO-"

"You didn't drink that much, did you?" Vince wondered out loud, then without a warning, reached in to poke the brunette's stomach. Lucas yelped, let out a wet burp and slapped the man's hand away.

"G'away, I feel awful."

"Then drink the wate-"

"Where is he?"

It was the sound of Bells' voice that made Lucas finally straighten up on the chair. He looked around, confused, but sure enough his girlfriend was there. Just like he had seen her at the game, still in the same top, tall boots and-

He choked down a gag and leaned forward, vomiting between his shoes, in the wet grass of the backyard. Vince scrambled back, cursing, but Lucas couldn't help it.

"Christ, Luke," Bell chuckled, then he felt her hand on his back, rubbing up and down, "you're a mess, babe."

"I wanna-" he interrupted himself with another burp, turned his face to avoid looking at the mess, "I wanna go home."

"I'm getting you home," she promised calmly, combing his hair back. He could feel her nails scratching his scalp and it was an welcomed sensation since he had a headache along with the nausea, "can you stand up, big guy?"

"Uh-" He said helpfully, but allowed both Bell and Leo to grab his arms and pull him up on his feet, narrowly avoiding stepping on the puddle on the ground. As soon as he was standing straight, he felt it all hit him: the queasiness, that was so strong it had him gagging and tearing up to keep from retching; the headache, pounding away like there was a little drummer inside his head; the cold...

He wasn't sure how did they manage to get him out of the backyard and into Bella's car, but next thing his tired, drunk brain caught up on, he was half hanging out of her car, throwing up on the side of the road.

"Lucas, what the hell?" Bell whispered to his back, but there was no heat to her words, "did you get alcohol poisoning or something?"

"Or something," he agreed, straightening up again and falling against the passenger side of the car, "my head really hurts, Bell..."

"You didn't hit your head during the game," she said strongly, turning around and reaching on the messy backseat of her car. He often joked her car was more her room than the actual dorms. She pushed a lukewarm water bottle in his hand. It was half crumpled, but was better than nothing.

"...Right? You didn't. I was paying attention," she squinted at him, big blue eyes scanning his face.

"I'm not concussed," he assured her, taking a small sip of the water. He felt sober now, but he knew he wasn't. Not really, "I just feel awful."

She made a sympathetic face, "I'm sorry, Lu-" her hand came to cup his face, only for her to pause, lean in and cup his head with both hands now, "Lucas, you're burning up."

He frowned at her, "what...?"

"You're sick, babe," Bell groaned, leaning over him to pull the door closed, "That's why your head hurts, you have one hell of a fever there, baby."

He whined, pressing the lukewarm water bottle to his forehead, "at least I have an excuse for puking in the sink."

Bella let out a surprised chuckle and, despite his closed eyes, he could just picture her eye rolling at him, "you're ridiculous, Lucas..." she said fondly, reaching in and rubbing his leg lightly, "we'll be home in no time."

[glitchstoxicwaste]

CONGRATS ON 300!!! 🎉 I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!

seriously tho, that’s an amazing achievement! you really do deserve it, you’re very talented! i’m excited to see you grow even more!

for the prompts, may i request 8. “Hehehe ow haha” for bo & vincent? poly (not incest) or separate, either or is okay!

thank you so much and once again, congratulations! ♥️

I just put on makeup and I’m about to cry-

Thank you so much! I can’t wait to grow more because of all of you!! You all made this happen!!! 🤍🖤

Slashers | Prompts

Prompt #8: “Hehehe ow haha”

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Vincent Sinclair x Reader

TW: Reader gets hurt

↓Continue under the cut!↓

Bo Sinclair!

It was a Norman day in Ambrose, hot as hell, no new visitors, just you and Bo in the garage. You were helping him with his truck, and by that I mean you’re handing him the tools he asks for, and sometimes has to explain what it looks like in detail, possibly more than once.

He had his truck suspended by an old rusty carjack that squeaks every time you pump the handle. He had gone to the opposite side of you and asked you to hand him something, you grabbed the tool from the box behind you and bent over the car to hand it to him, adding extra pressure to the already unstable carjack.

Squeak

Snap

Clank

CRUNCH

Bo had jumped back, startled by the carjack bending, breaking, and the truck falling. He chuckled nervously and looked up at you, a confused expression covered his face as he saw you shaking a little.

“Hehehe ow haha.”

He looked under the car and saw your foot directly under the tire. Panic shot through him and he tried to lift the car up with his strength.

“Bo”

He tried harder, his fingers getting cut from the metal digging harsh into his skin.

“Bo!”

He squat down, hooking his palms under the front and tried to pick it up that way, his back cracked and he groaned but never gave up.

“BEAUREGARD SINCLAIR!”

His breathing hitched as he glared at you, anger rushing though his veins at the sound of his first name rushing off your tongue like his mother used to.

“Finally! Stop trying to become the Hulk, get your damn tow truck, and lift the car up slowly.”

His eyebrow rose.

“How do ya know so much ‘bout this? How’re ya so calm?”

You smirk and cross your arms.

“Bo, babe, if this was the first time my foot got crushed by something, I’d be crying and screaming from a pain I never felt before.”

He shook his head and left for the tow truck, a fond smile gracing his features.

Vincent Sinclair!

You and Vin were in the basement, he was showing you how he put the bodies in positions to be covered in wax.

You watched in awe at how careful and delicate he was, the intricate things that you would have easily overlooked, the way his hands smooth over areas and hush the faint screams of the victim laying still.

He motioned for you to mix the wax to keep it all melted and even, and so you did, placing your hands on the hot metal ladle that was sitting in the wax.

Tss

The sound of something simmering and the scent of burning flesh filled the room quickly as you jerked your hand away from the large spoon.

“Hehehe ow haha.”

Vincent put the tools down and walked up to you, grabbed your hand, and looked at you, his teal eyes swimming with fear and dread.

“Vinny, baby, it’s just a small burn, I’ll be fine.”

He shook his head, lifting up the hand to show your entire hand now a bubbling blister, throbbing with pain and lingering heat.

He took you to the sink and ran cold water on it, your hand cooling down slightly.

He nuzzled his masked face into your neck, regretting asking you to stir the wax, forgetting to tell you to put on gloves beforehand. The smell of your cooking flesh will haunt him forever.

[lancermylove]

You Are Under Arrest (Halloween HC)

Fandom: FFVII

Pairing: Zack x Reader, Angeal x Reader, Sephiroth x Reader, Reno x Reader, Genesis x Reader, Rude x Reader, Vincent x Reader, Rufus x Reader, Tseng x Reader, Cloud x Reader, Cid x Reader

Warning: Suggestive, slightly NS/FW.

Prompt: The boys reactions to see reader in a cop costume.

A/N: Happy Halloween!

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Prologue

The streets of Midgar were filled with screaming children, dressed in all sorts of costumes - princesses, princes, superheroes, animals, zombies, you name it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until you stepped in front of your boyfriend wearing a cop costume and held out a pair of metal handcuffs.

“Stop right there, sir. You are under arrest.”

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Your outfit: 

Zack

“Huh? What did I do wrong?” Zack tilted his head.

“I’m arresting you for being too cute.” 

He laughed and flashed a grin, “Is that a crime?” 

“Yes, it’s a horrible crime. Your cuteness has to power to kill.” 

Zack’s boisterous laugh echoed through the street, “Well, in that case, you should be arrested as well.” 

“You think I look cute...wearing THIS outfit?” You crossed your arms and frowned. 

“You are cute no matter what you wear.” 

Angeal

He ignored your words and stared you up and down with a shocked expression on his chiseled face.

Angeal quickly took off his jacket and covered you with it. 

“Angeal!” You tried to remove the jacket, but he put it back on you.

“Please don’t wear such clothes. Not on the streets.” 

You raised an eyebrow and smirked, “So you prefer I wear these types of outfits in private?” 

His face turned red as he cleared his throat. 

“Then commander, shall we go somewhere more private?” 

Sephiroth

“And why is that?” The silver haired male chuckled while examining your costume. 

“For being so sexy.” 

“Oh? In that case, you should also arrest yourself.” Sephi said in a low, alluring voice.

His comment made you blush, “Uh..I-I’m the cop here.” 

“You may be a cop, but I am part of the military.” He threw you over his shoulder and walked towards his apartment. 

“S-Sephi?” 

“Looks like I will have to punish you for your crime.” 

Genesis

Genesis placed a hand on his hip, “What crime have I committed?” 

“The crime of being beautiful.” 

“Beautiful, huh?” His eyes wandered down your body, “Then why don’t I show you how beautiful I can be, princess.” 

You blinked, “What does that mean?” 

He stepped closer to you and whispered in your ears, “How beautiful I can be in bed.” 

Vincent

Vincent stared at you, expressionless. 

“Oh come on, Vincent! Say something.” 

“You shouldn’t wear such clothes in front of children.” 

“It’s not like they understand.” You pouted. 

The wind suddenly picked up, causing you to cross your arms across your chest. 

Vincent wordlessly took off his cloak and wrapped it around you, “You need to take care not to get sick.” 

“You’re no fun, Vin.” 

Cloud 

Cloud’s cheeks heated when he saw your costume. 

He quickly shifted his eyes from you and mumbled, “Why do you want to arrest me?” 

“For sulking so much. Let me make you smile.” 

Cloud looked back at you, “How?” 

Shifting closer to him, you placed your hand on his chest, “By showering you with love.” 

“Love?”

You sneakily brush your finger on his pants, “Yes, love.” 

Cloud nearly had a nosebleed. 

Cid

Cid laughed, “Well, if it ain’t the sexiest cop I’ve ever seen. What is my crime?” 

“Your crime is loving Shera more than me.” 

“That ain’t a crime.” 

“Yes, it is.” You handcuffed his wrists together, “Now, for your punishment.” 

“Are you sure you wanna punish me ‘ere? There are kids around.” 

“C-Cid!” You covered your cheeks, causing him to laugh harder.

Reno

The Turk licked his lips and smirked, “You can arrest me anytime.” 

“You don’t even what to know what crime you committed?”

“Nah, the only crime I see here is you in that outfit.” He grazed the side of your waist with his index finger, leaving goosebumps in the wake. 

“Arrest me quickly, so that we can get out of here,” Reno flashed a cocky grin, “I’m sure you don’t want these runts to see me f*ckin’ you.” 

“Reno, language!” You quickly covered his mouth, hoping that no child heard him say that. 

Rude

Rude cleared his throat and loosened the knot of his tie, slightly uncomfortable seeing you in the revealing outfit.

“Rude, you’re supposed to ask what your crime is.” 

He once again cleared his throat, “What is my crime?”

“For wearing sunglasses 24/7. You still haven’t told me how many sunglasses you have in your blazer.” 

“My apologizes.” 

You slapped your the palm of your hand on your forehead, “What am I going to do with you?” 

Rufus

“You dare to arrest me?” Rufus chuckled, “How brave of you.” 

“Rufus, just place along.” 

“Very well. What reason do you have to arrest me?” 

“You are too handsome for your own good.” 

The corners of his lips rose, “Is that so? Then I shall let you arrest me.” 

“Well that was easy.” You boosted and took out your handcuffs. 

“Be careful, my love, you every action will have a consequence.” 

“What will you do?” 

Rufus took out his cellphone and called his assistant, “Cancel all my appointments for the next two days, I have an urgent matter to attend to.” 

A devilish grin appeared on his lips. 

Tseng

He disregarded your words and scanned your outfit, “Will you kindly change your costume?” 

“You don’t like it?” 

“That is a rather inappropriate outfit to wear.” He voice remained monotoned, and his expression flat.

“Tseng! You seriously don’t like this outfit?”

“I do not.” He removed his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders, “Now let’s get you home.” 

[shhh-no-ones-home]

wrap me up vinny mauro x reader

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touch-starved!reader

Prompts: "I haven't been hugged in years." "You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic." "Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

Song: youll be fine by palaye royale

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @xyours-eternallyx +++++++++

I knocked on vinny's door, looking at his text again, hoping I had the right house. We had just recently became friends and this was the first time either of us had been to the others house and I was nervous. I looked down at it again before the door swung open, grabbing my attention.

"Hey!"

He said with a wide smile, moving in for a hug. My eyes went wide as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I could feel my knees go weak. I held my arms tightly against my body until he let go, standing to the side and letting me into his house.

"I'm glad you could come, I've been getting stuff ready all day."

He said as I followed him through the living room.

"Uh, yeah, I'm glad you invited me over. I'm excited that we finally get to hang out."

I mentioned as we walked into the kitchen, noticing the savoury smell now.

"I know, who would've ever thought that when we started talking a few months ago we'd ever actually get to see each other. I still can't believe you lived so close all this time."

He said with a smile, one I gladly returned. I nodded as he moved to the stove.

"I know, who would've thought."

I agreed. Then he turned around, noticing me looking around at stuff.

"Oh, if you wanna sit you can. I hope you're hungry."

He said, pointing to the bar stool at the island before moving to get plates out of a cabinet.

"You didn't have to do that vin."

I said and he shook his head.

"No, no, I wanted to. I figured, this late in the day it only made sense for me to cook for us. That way I don't have to worry about it while we hang out."

He mentioned, setting a now full plate in front of me. I smiled to myself. He had promised he would make homemade spaghetti and meatballs for me at some point cause I had mentioned it on one of his Instagram stories it looked good. I knew it took a lot of time and definitely didn't expect for it to be today that I'd finally get to try it. I looked up at him and he had a knowing smirk on his face.

"I hope you like it."

He said and I couldn't help smirking back at him.

"I'm sure I will, you gonna join me?"

I asked, watching his smirk turn to a toothy smile as he moved to fill the other plate.

"What kinda friend would I be if I didn't?"

He asked, setting his plate down and moving to the fridge.

"Sprite?"

He asked and nodded.

"Sure!"

I accepted, as he set the can down in front of me, coming to sit beside me at the island. I looked to him as he dug in, feeling more nervous now than I had at the door. I began eating slowly, cutting into a meatball and biting into it. I hummed in content, nodding my head as I chewed.

"Good?"

He asked with a smile and I nodded a little quicker, swallowing.

"Very."

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I sat on the couch, my hands tucked into my lap as the movie played. At this point we had already been through a few video games and were trying to wind down from the excitement of the day. or at least that was the idea. I on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about the hug. I bounced my leg nervously, not really noticing it until vin's hand made its way to my knee to stop it's movement. My attention shot directly at him, eyes wide as he let out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry, it's just making my calf feel weird."

He said, shifting his leg. I hadn't realized we were so close.

"Oh, sorry."

I said shyly, turning back to the tv.

"Y/n, are you okay? I know this is the first time we've hung out but you seem really uncomfortable."

I needed to lie about this one right?

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

He shrugged.

"You just seem off."

I looked to my lap, pulling at my jacket sleeves.

"Actually there is something bothering me."

I confessed and he shifted beside me, his leg fully touching mine now and making my heart race.

"What's up g?"

He asked with a light hearted smile and I immediately felt bad.

"I have a confession."

I paused and looked at him.

"I haven't been hugged in years."

I said and he laughed a little bit, his expression dropping as I stared at him expectantly.

"Wait, really?"

He asked and I nodded slowly.

"I wasn't expecting to be hugged when I got here cause we haven't been talking that long. But You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle."

I rolled my eyes at myself.

"God this is so pathetic."

I realized, slouching forward. He touched my arm lightly and I stiffened.

"Hey, it's not pathetic. But, can I ask why?'

I looked at him for a second and shrugged.

"I don't know honestly. I don't really feel comfortable around most people or in my body if I'm being honest. People touching me just makes me more aware of the fact that I have a physical form that takes up space and that's terrifying to think about."

His face didn't really change as I spoke and it was killing me because I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Can I hug you again? Like, properly I mean; your arms around me, and my arms around you?"

I shifted a bit in my seat.

"Only if you want to, of course. I just. I want you to know that I like that you take up space. You take up my space, and I'm glad you do."

He said and I laughed a little bit.

"Yeah vin, I think I'd like that."

I said, watching him stand up. I drew my brows as he offered his hand.

"Come on, I'm talking full blown hug."

I let out a nervous laugh before taking his hand.

"Full blown hug."

I repeated, slowly going in for the kill. I wasn't quite sure what to do at first as be wrapped his arms around me, his hands planted firmly at my back. I held him loosely at first, inhaling his cologne. As he scratched my back lightly I relaxed a little more, tightening my grip around his body and digging my face into his shoulder.

"See isn't this nice?"

He asked and I nodded against him.

"Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

I grumbled against him and I felt his hair brushing against my forehead.

"Absolutely."

He assured, readjusting his grip to hold me better. After a minute I stood back upright, looking behind him and loosening my grip.

"Better?"

He asked as I pulled away, him still holding my waist. I breathed deeply, not knowing if my voice would break or not. He tried to study my face.

"Thanks vin."

I said as strongly as I could and he sent me a soft smile.

"Anytime y/n. Anytime."

[strawberry-skies-xx]

to warn

prompt

{“Monster” is derived from the Latin noun monstrum, “divine portent,” itself formed on the root of the verb monere, “to warn.” It came to refer to living things of anomalous shape or structure, or to fabulous creatures like the sphinx who were composed of strikingly incongruous parts, because the ancients considered the appearance of such beings to be a sign of some impending supernatural event.

Monsters, like angels, functioned as messengers and heralds of the extraordinary. They served to announce impending revelation, saying, in effect, “Pay attention; something of profound importance is happening.”}

tell me about Hell’s monstrous boy king and what message he brings or what cataclysms are heralded by his arrival!

tags: major character death

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It had been one demon, at first.

Dean held him in the devil’s trap in an abandoned warehouse in town and used every torture method he knew, every method Alastair had taught him while he was in Hell. He asked one question: where was Sam? He got no answer, not a real one anyway. Dean was tempted to just kill him then and there, but suddenly the demon’s attitude changed. Dean asked again.

“You don’t want to know,” the demon said. “You should run while you still can.”

Dean refused to run, of course. Nothing would stop him from finding Sam, not even this demon urging him to run. He ended up killing him. He wasn’t useful.

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Two months later and Dean couldn’t find any demons anywhere.

He’d spent six weeks looking, but every demon he came across fled before he could even get close to them. They had been getting scarcer over the course of the two months, and Dean thought they were a lot like birds fleeing before a thunderstorm.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t been seeing much of anything lately. The monsters had all disappeared; he hadn’t taken a case in weeks and it was making Dean uneasy. It wasn’t just the demons fleeing like birds before a storm; it was the monsters, and the spirits too. But he wouldn’t stop until he found Sam.

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Dean found Sam three weeks later, but it wasn’t in the way he wanted.

Sam smiled, stood before him in a velvet black suit which was too clean for the dirty warehouse. Around him, demons were assembled, and they all looked at Dean with something akin to pity as he tried facing down the King of Hell.

“Sam, this isn’t you,” Dean pleaded, ignoring the soft laughs from the demons nearby. He couldn’t ignore, though, how Sam’s head tilted a fraction, reminding Dean of a predator sizing up prey and sending fear spiking through him.

“But this is me, Dean. You’re just not willing to accept it. You never have been,” Sam replied, voice as soft as Dean remembered but still holding an edge of sharpness that hadn’t been there before. His eyes weren’t Sam’s either - they were something distinctly other, even though they were the same kaleidoscope of hazel and green and blue that Dean had seen all his life, achingly familiar and yet so dangerously different.

Sam took a few steps forward, closer to Dean. “I tolerated you for three months, but you wouldn’t give up. I warned you, Dean. Like birds fleeing from a thunderstorm. Yet you refused to listen.” He shook his head. “I always wondered what would get you killed first - your loyalty or your stubbornness.”

Dean couldn’t believe this was happening. He still refused to believe that Sam didn’t want to be saved, that this was what his brother had become. He shook his head, feeling tears rising, and tried again. “No,” he said weakly. “Sam, no. This isn’t - this isn’t you.”

Sam smiled pityingly. “I warned you,” he repeated, and the last thing Dean saw was the twist of Sam’s wrist, followed by a white-hot pain, before everything went dark.