#we would be such simps for each other people would not be able to stand us

[babyleostuff]

happy leo season to all of my lovely leo babies and happy birthday to me (changing that 20 to 21 in my bio was traumatic)

[sooniebby]

Hi, were you accepting request? if so, could i request a nsfw fiction? where m!reader is having an intimate night with his soft boyfriend (any male character you're simping for) who's happy to pop m!reader's virginity and bottomed him out with lots of cum!

“would you look at this? there's a bulge inside you, so adorable just like you..”

ఌ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈

❝ 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚?! ❞

꧁ 𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 1.9k

Rating › NSFW

Warnings › cringy idiots having sex

Kinks › creampie

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Denji was ready. He prepared everything in advance—something he rarely does which told Aki and Power that he indeed was serious. The small apartment they shared was empty with just Denji and his boyfriend, (Name). They had been dating for almost six months which was honestly a record for Denji. 

He was honestly not sure what shocked him the most: that he was dating a man or that their relationship lasted more than a week. 

But he had gotten over that. Denji silently smirked to himself, not noticing the raised eyebrows he got from (Name). 

Honestly, (Name) should’ve been used to Denji’s strange quirks by now. 

(Name) was only an inch taller than Denji and had more muscle on him compared to his previously malnourished boyfriend. Maybe that’s why Denji thought (Name) was supposed to take the lead in the relationship. 

That’s what the comics showed. 

“Denji, if you’re done smiling to yourself, can you pass me the remote?” (Name) asked, holding his hand out. Denji bristled but handed him the remote, eyeing the other beside him. 

Okay, maybe he was just stupid, but wasn’t something supposed to happen by now? 

(Name) changed the channels until it was on some random action movie. He hummed as he moved to rest his head on Denji’s lap, getting himself comfortable. Denji couldn’t help his urge to tangle his hand in (Name)’s hair, doing some little braids that would be a pain to undo later. 

It stayed like that for a moment—just the two enjoying each other’s company. 

“Something wrong?” (Name) asked. 

Denji hummed. “No. Why?” That was one of the weird things about (Name). It was like he was able to feel whenever Denji was overthinking something. 

“You’ve been on edge ever since I got here.” (Name) moved to sit up to look at Denji. “Was it…?” He trailed off to let Denji get the idea. (Name) hated Makima and really any one that took advantage of Denji’s naivety but he knew not to state it outloud. 

Who knew if she could hear their every move? 

Denji frowned. Damn, did he really suck at hiding his emotions? “Uh, well, it’s really just I thought you’d do something by now.” 

“Do what?” 

“Sex.” 

(Name) blushed. If this was any other situation, Denji would’ve began celebrating since it was practically impossible to get (Name) to blush. But right now, he was worried his boyfriend would faint from overheating. 

Was he embarrassed by sex? 

“Do you not want to have sex? You’ve dated before.” Denji said. 

“But….” (Name) looked away. “I’ve never had sex before.” 

Denji blinked. 

No way. 

No fucking way! 

“Huh?!” He yelled, a bit too loud for (Name) who suddenly turned back to stare at him with a scowl on his face. 

“What?! Why’s that so hard to believe?” 

“How can you date other people but not have sex?” 

“I was scared…” (Name) muttered. 

Denji was so confused. How could (Name) fight devils with no issue but he somehow had a problem with having sex? Denji stared at him with a confused look that only embarrassed (Name) even more. They stayed like that for a moment while the movie continued on in the background. 

“Was this why you wanted to have this sleepover?” (Name) asked, his cheeks finally returning to back to normal. 

Denji shrugged. “Half of it. I also just wanted to spend time with you.” 

(Name) bit his lip. “We can have sex but I might be a bit bad…” 

“It’s not like I’ve ever had sex ,” Denji stated. 

“I should get ready then,” (Name) said, standing up. 

“Ready for what?” 

“….for you to fuck me, did you forget already?” (Name) asked, his usual snappiness coming back. 

Denji paused. “You…. You’ll take my dick inside you?!” He asked, shocked at the new development. 

(Name) stared at him as if he was crazy. “Yeah, I don’t want to top. Besides, I doubt you know how to open yourself.” 

“Open myself?!” 

“Do you even know what has to happen for us to have sex?! Neither of us have a vagina!” 

“I thought the person who had the biggest dick tops.” 

(Name) frowned. “Where did you learn all of this?” 

“Manga….” 

“Just ask me next time. But you have the bigger dick anyway.” (Name) said, walking away to the bathroom. 

Denji blinked. 

Wait how did he know that? 

ꕤ

(Name) was scared. Yeah, sure, he had been wanting to have sex with Denji but he was also terrified. A dick was supposed to go inside his asshole. That’s scary! What if it tears him open?! 

He sighed, looking around in the bathroom for any type of lube. Much to his surprise, he did. He tried not to imagine who this belonged to. (Name) walked over to the small bedroom that Denji was already in, pacing around. 

“You okay?” 

Denji nodded, stopping in his tracks. “I quickly read one of Aki’s hidden porn mag and saw what I have to do.” 

“Uh, okay. Do you mind getting out so I prepare?” 

“No. I wanna see.” Denji said before quickly realising how harsh he sounded. “If you don’t mind…” 

(Name) controlled his urge to pout. “Sure, fine. Just don’t look at me weird.” He slipped off his pyjamas and laid down on the bed. It was a bit odd to be fully naked in front of Denji but he tried to ignore it as he slipped off his boxers. 

With shaky hands, he grabbed the lube to squeeze out a generous amount and went straight to his ass. (Name) moved himself to where his legs was pulled closer to his chest as he easily slipped in a finger inside himself. 

“So easily?” Denji asked, not noticing the look of embarrassment on (Name)’s face. 

“I masturbated this morning…” He whispered, slipping in another finger with ease. It was somehow making him horny to masturbate in front of his boyfriend. Maybe he was a pervert.

Soft moans left (Name)’s lips as he tried to open himself up as much as possible. His face was dusted pink, feeling the watchful eyes of Denji. He wondered what he was thinking. 

Did he think he was sexy? 

“(Name)…” 

“Mmh?” 

Denji was way closer than he was earlier. He stared at (Name) as he gently reached over and parted his legs even further to get a better look. 

“Your legs are in the way.” Denji said, grinning at the whine of embarrassment he got from (Name). “Are you ready?” 

(Name) glanced down at the bulge in Denji’s pants and gulped. He was ready physically but mentally? 

“Yeah. Just don’t go so hard…” 

Denji simply grinned and motioned for (Name) to lay down. He pulled down his pants, not having worn boxers, and grabbed some lube to spread on his cock. It was a bit cold… 

This certainly wasn’t his own lube. 

Oh. 

He shuddered at the thought of either Power or Aki using it. (Name) was too busy counting cats in his head to notice Denji’s panicked thinking. A laugh caught his attention as (Name) looked down to see Denji in between his legs. 

“What are you laughing at?” 

“Nothing…. It’s just I thought since you were bigger than me that you’d have a bigger dick,” Denji said, staring at down at (Name)’s 4 inch dick that seemed to twitch under his gaze. (Name) glared at him, sitting up to get a glance at Denji’s cock when his skin turned pale. 

“What the fuck…?” 

“What? Is it ugly?” 

“No… Are you a grower?!” 

The one time (Name) had saw Denji’s cock, it was large but not as big as it is now. It had to be close to eight inches than the five that he last saw. Denji blushed while a confident smile grew on his lips. 

(Name) rolled his eyes but laid back down. Denji took that as a sign to go ahead. He inched in closer and pressed his dick right at (Name)’s hole that was dripping with the copious amount of lube he had used earlier. It was a bit scary for (Name) but Denji was excited. 

This was way better than what he imagined. 

He was going to give his boyfriend the best night of his life. 

With one swift movement, he easily pushed inside. (Name)’s breathing hitched, a soft whine leaving his lips. He gripped the bed sheets beneath him as Denji continued to push his entire length inside. It should’ve embarrassed him at how easily he took him in but he was sort of proud of his body. 

Once Denji was fully inside, their skin touching, he finally looked down at (Name)’s stomach. It was a bit toned from the work they did but still had a softness that he loved to play with. But there was something causing (Name)’s stomach to bulge. 

Was it his dick? 

“(Name).” 

Only a pitiful whimper left (Name)’s lips. 

“There’s a bulge inside of you from me.” 

(Name) let out a gasp of concern as he glanced down to see it was indeed true. He was shocked. And horny as his lower region tightened around Denji’s dick. Denji groaned and a playful smirk appeared on his lips. 

Denji trailed a hand on (Name)’s stomach and lightly touched the bulge. He leaned down to press a kiss on his lips. 

“It’s cute, like you.” 

With that, he began to slowly pull out and slam back inside. (Name) mouth opened in a silent scream as Denji used most of his strength to keep up the harsh motion. (Name) wanted to kill Denji for not going slow like he wanted but he couldn’t deny that it felt so good. 

There was a constant pressure on something inside of him. Whenever Denji so much as brushed it—(Name)’s body jerked upwards as he moaned. Their neighbors were going to kill them in the morning. 

(Name) reached over to wrap his arms around Denji’s neck, bringing him close to kiss him once more. This only seemed to make Denji gain more energy as he reached down and grasped (Name)’s right leg, pulling it up more to gain more space to move faster. 

The position for (Name) was a bit uncomfortable but he had no time to complain. 

Denji pulled away from the kiss and groaned. “I see why you wanted to bottom. I feel like I’m going to pass out already.” He said, his thrusts getting considerably inconsistent. 

(Name) smirked, “aw, you can’t handle it?” Denji simply stared at him as if he shouldn’t have said that.

Maybe he shouldn’t have because obviously the guy with a devil living inside of him has more power than the average human. 

It could’ve been, maybe almost ten minutes, of Denji’s inhumane thrusts. (Name)’s stomach was covered in his own cum that had began to be more watery after the third time. His throat was sore and honestly he wished he kept his damn mouth shut. 

“Denji…” he whined. 

Denji simply hummed, nipping at (Name)’s neck as he slowed down his thrusts. 

“Finish already. I’m so tired…” 

“Fine, fine. I’m close anyway,” Denji grunted, easily flipping over (Name) to lay on his knees and face away from him. It took only a few more harsh thrusts that deliberately touched the magic spot inside of (Name) as they both cummed with the other’s name on their lips. 

(Name) groaned, wanting to sleep. He could feel the hot cum inside of him that felt like an amount no normal human could realistically make but Denji wasn’t exactly human anymore. With his head on the pillow, he was about to fall asleep as Denji pulled out only to feel him push the cum dripping out back inside of him. 

“Denji!” 

“What? Don’t want it to spill.” 

(Name) headed chuckling before feeling Denji push his cock back inside. 

And it was still hard. 

“Do you mind going for a few more rounds? I still have stamina in me!” 

(Name) was done for. 

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First ever request!! Thank you so much for idea! I choose Denji so hopefully you know him or at the very least enjoy the story!

Requests are open so if you got any ideas, feel free to send me them!

Feedback greatly appreciated too! Thanks for reading

[call-me-strega]

How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: part 1

Jason meets Single Dad Danny who is taking care of a de-aged Dani while trying to get his degree at Gotham U. Both of them fall hard, hijinks and shenanigans ensue, simping on both sides.

Edit: background info/lore found here

Edit: part 2 now found here

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Step 1: Meet an attractive single parent

As a Crime Lord/vigilante Red Hood had multiple safe houses that he used in and out of the mask. Some were for each exclusive identity to prevent anyone from linking them together and others used for both. Currently, Jason was walking out of his 2nd favorite safe house and the mostly permanent residence of “civilian and non-profit worker: Jason Todd” with a plate of cookies and a pan full of lasagna for his new neighbors that moved in two doors down. He may have been a street rat but he’d be damned if Alfred and Talia hadn’t taught him hospitality (it was a fact of life that grandparents and Asian people would try to feed their guests like their honor depended on it). Plus it was a great way to do some reconnaissance on whether or not these new neighbors could potentially pose an issue. The apartment complex was on the border of Crime Alley and Burnley meaning the people who lived there weren’t doing too hot money-wise but were at least able to avoid the worst of Crime Alley. Jason was just planning to go over introduce himself, hand over the homemade food, and head off to a different safe house to get his gear and patrol. However, he was not expecting to see his new neighbor standing outside struggling to open his own door, a six-year-old on his hip, arguing with someone over the phone. The young man had a lean build and appeared to be no older than 20, give or take a year or two. He had black bangs that cast a shadow on his face making his eye-bags appear even darker and startling blue eyes clouded with anger and resentment, likely towards whoever was on the phone. He was so occupied with his conversation he didn’t seem to notice that someone else had stepped into the hallway. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a loose white shirt with a NASA logo on it that slightly hung off his shoulder. He also wore a black hoodie with a white hood and neon green accents that seemed to be subject to his sister(?)’s death grip. Despite his disheveled state, there was something about his new neighbor that drew him in. His aura washed over Jason like a cool breeze on a hot day making it hard for Jason to look away. He would have continued assessing the man if he hadn’t made eye contact with the identical blue eyes of the young girl perched on his hip, who looked at him with a curious sparkle in her eyes. He discreetly turned back around to lock his own door, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation the elder (brother?) seemed to be having. It could provide some info on these new neighbors.

“-shut up Vlad! I’m not moving into your rich guy penthouse! I wouldn’t be taking any of your shady money if I didn’t need child support for Ellie!”

Huh. So her dad/guardian then?

“ Of course I have to do this Vald! What’s the other option, sending her back to a Frootloop like you?! … I’m not going to abandon Ellie for something that wasn’t her choice. She didn’t ask to be created Vlad that’s why she gets a chance.”

Okay so setting aside the rather concerning parts New Neighbor Guy™️ was definitely that child’s parent. Seems fairly rational as well.

“How do I know you’d be a terrible guardian? Plenty of reasons, do you want the list chronologically or alphabetized! You violated me, who you said you wanted to adopt despite me having two living parents, you created Ellie and several other failed attempts without my knowledge, you hid her from me, you tried to teach her to hate me before we even met, you named her Danielle after me instead of giving her her own identity, the list goes on and on Vlad! Do you want me to continue because that’s just the stuff that involves Ellie— I was 14, you middle-aged vampire look-alike! Of course I wasn’t jumping at the chance to become a teen dad! I was a freshman in high school! Besides you know what my parents are like, lab safety regulations were more like a healthy suggestion to them. I was in no position to be taking care of a child!”

Rage flashed in Jason’s eyes as he tightened his grip on his glass Tupperware pan full of lasagna. This conversation was not painting a pretty picture about his neighbor’s situation. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself before belatedly realizing his neighbor had gotten real quiet. He turned around, catching the tail end of his neighbor’s conversation as he finally succeeded in opening the door.

“Whatever Vlad, just keep paying your child support and for Ancients’ sake please stop trying to date my mom. …. Yeah, yeah screw you too Count Chocula.”

The neighbor set his daughter down, likely so she could enter the apartment, and slipped his phone from between his head and shoulder into his hand to hang up on that Vlad guy. Now seemed like as good a time as any to approach. Jason walked up the the young man and coughed trying to get his attention. The young man met Jason’s eyes with a somewhat surprised look. As if he wasn’t unaware of Jason’s presence but hadn’t expected him to talk to him. Jason decided he should start speaking now before things got too awkward.

“Uh- Hi, I’m Jason. I live a few doors down in 357,” he said glancing at the 353 on his neighbors’ door before he continued. “I heard you moving in a few days ago and thought I’d swing by with some food to welcome you to the building.” He stuck out his hand for the other to shake.

“Hi I’m Danny, Danny Nightingale,” he said taking Jason’s hand and ‘Wow his hands are cold’, “ and this little munchkin here is Ellie!” Danny and Ellie flashed him matching smiles like twin suns making Jason's heart melt. He returned their smiles before extending the food to Danny.

“ I don’t know if you’ve had time to get groceries yet but here’s some homemade lasagna if you need a quick meal while you’re getting settled,” he then crouched down to Ellie’s level and stage-whispered in her ear conspiratorially “ and there are some chocolate chip cookies on that plate too.”

Ellie giggled out a thank and threw her arms around Jason’s neck, giving him a quick hug before letting go and dashing into the apartment. Jason watched her go, stunned but feeling warm and fuzzy inside. He turned his attention back to Danny, who shook his head and huffed amusedly. They made eye contact as Jason rose and realized he was a head taller than the guy. He felt the heat expanding in his chest and crawling up his neck, curling behind his ears. He decided now that Ellie had gone in it would be a good time to talk to Danny about what he overheard.

“ So it really wasn’t my intention to do so but I overheard some of that conversation you were having over the phone earlier,” he watched Danny’s smile drop a bit as he winced. Jason awkwardly brought up his hand to scratch the back of his neck and continued.

“ Look I don’t wanna insert myself into your situation but if you ever need help I’m just a few doors down. And if that guy gets pushy or stops sending his child support I can help you find a couple of avenues you can take. Plus, although we’re technically outside Red Hood’s territory I’m sure he wouldn’t mind extending protection over you like he does for the other Crime Alley folk if ya really need it.”

Danny’s face smoothed out looking a bit flushed and appreciative as he went on. He gave Jason a small smile and replied, “ Thank you for the offer. I really do appreciate it. Might just take ya up on it at some point. As for Red Hood? I think I’ll avoid needing the protection of a crime boss vigilante if I can help it. Don’t worry too much about Vlad though. I’ve got him handled currently and he’ll behave if he knows what’s good for him!” Danny smiled threateningly towards the end of his reassurance. (‘His canines are peaking out that’s so cute’)

Jason chuckled with Danny as their eyes locked once more. They stayed lost in each others’ eyes for what seemed like hours before they heard a thump followed by a small “oof” coming from inside the apartment. Danny turned to the door and called out to Ellie,

“Ellie, what was that? Are you okay”

“I’m fine! My shirt just fell!”

“That sounded heavier than a shirt?”

“I was in it!”

Danny sighed, shaking his head before turning to Jason once more.

“Thank you again for the food, any chance you’d like to come in and have something to drink?”

“Thanks for the offer but I’ll have to decline. I need to start heading out for work.”

“Well then, I shouldn’t keep you. I’d hate to make you late for work.” He waved goodbye as Jason nodded his head and started walking down the hall.

His neighbors seemed entirely harmless he decided as he walked away. ‘The kid was cute’ he thought to himself. A smaller voice from the back of his head that sounded vaguely like the Pits chimed in ‘Her dad was even cuter.’

~~~~~ Please let me know what you guys think and if you want to see more of this. I thrive on feedback so feel free to leave any notes or comments!

[sofoulandfairaday]

for @monicafave who asked me about my opinions on Lucius Malfoy.

TW: very brief mention of sexual assault (DE crimes).

Honestly, one of the (few) improvements the movies made on the books. Jason Isaacs is hot. And has so much charisma when playing the villain I cannot see anyone else doing the character justice in the remake. Also, Lucius doesn't have long hair in the books, but it's the only way I imagine him (my headcanon is that Draco grew his hair out eventually too). Also, the choice to make him unshaven in the last movies? Gold. 10/10.

He wore his hair a little shorter in the First War, but still long enough it could be tied back with a ribbon.

Is a victim to one of the worst takes in the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom of all time, which is of course abused!Draco. It angers me more than abused!Black Sisters, or abused!Remus... grrrr, it makes me so mad. If there is one (1) character in the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom, only ONE that we can be sure wasn't abused by his parents, that was Draco. Where - where? - do people get the absurd idea that Lucius was a cruel father and husband, who routinely cheated on his wife and beat her and their son?

(Also, imagine beating/cursing Narcissa Black, who was not only vicious herself, but also the beloved only sister of Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Like. Who would do that? Madmen wouldn't do that.)

Abusive Lucius for the sake of being cruel makes me laugh. It makes me giggle. The man wouldn't be able to correctly use a Stinging Jinx, never mind the fucking Cruciatus Curse, on either of them if Lord Voldemort was pointing his wand directly between his eyes. Although-

Yes, he is a coward. Which, by the way, there is a big difference between being unable to actively hurt your family members and passively standing by when they are threatened/tortured. The big, realistic failure of Lucius, the one that would sour his image in both Draco & Narcissa's minds by the end of DH, is not that he hurts them directly, it's that he says nothing, does nothing, when his son is branded by the Dark Lord and sent on a suicide mission, is that he says nothing, does nothing, when his wife and son are openly mocked by the Death Eaters, who do as they please in his own home. If Voldemort threatened to torture either of them, Lucius would probably fall to his knees, beg for mercy, but he would not, could not bring himself to stand up and dive in front of the curse. He would watch, horrified, as they are tortured- that is what spoils their view of him in the end.

As the author herself has said, the Malfoys' saving grace is that they love each other.

His fault is cowardice, not cruelty (to family at least) and that's the hill I'll die on.

Lucius, as a character, represents the banality of evil. Indifference. Cowardice. Casual cruelty. Upholding of unjust systems. Not sadism. If you don't understand the difference, you're a bad writer.

Moving on.

He was highly competent in the First War. And by competent I mean competent. There is no way this guy was Voldemort's... second in command (?) or at least one of his top-ranking Death Eaters if he acted anything like he did post-Voldemort's rebirth.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh at his character, actually. He's so petty (he tries to ban The Fountain of Magical Fortune from the Hogwarts Library because it depicts the relationship between a witch and a Muggle, which he deems obscene, and when Dumbledore replies “Nu-uh, suck it, I know about all the Half-bloods in your family tree you hide”, the response prompted several further letters from Lucius, consisting of "opprobrious remarks" on Dumbledore's sanity, parentage, and hygiene).

He's a simp for his wife, whom he loves more than anything in the world (except maybe for Draco). He tries to send Draco to Durmstrang, where Karkaroff is headmaster and no Muggleborns are allowed, and Narcissa says “No, I want my son close to home” and that's the end of that. He puts up with having Bellatrix in his house (she really doesn't like him), and the two of them don't kill each other merely for Cissa's sake.

In my headcanons, they didn't hate each other in the First War. They weren't best friends by any means but they respected each other well enough and had a somewhat cordial if a bit prickly relationship (although, I love fics that get their bickering right). But then Halloween 1981 happens. I have a lot of headcanons for that night and I don't think I've ever really detailed them, so I will now.

They have an early dinner all together - Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan - and then the Lestranges leave. After the clock strikes ten, they feel a searing pain in their forearms. The Mark is gone. There are a few minutes of what the fuck do we do now and two very distinct ideas pop up. Bellatrix would rather die than forsake Voldemort, she's willing to battle every soul in Britain if it means finding him. He is not dead, he is not. He is immortal. They have him, they've captured him with some weird trick and are holding him hostage. Lucius, on the other hand, takes a good, hard look at his left forearm and decides well, this fucking sucks but at least we had a good run. He is not about to risk his family name by picking duels with the Aurors. The second after he's waltzing in the Ministry, telling everyone who'll listen that he's just woken up from the Imperius Curse, and blackmailing/bribing/threatening his way out of Azkaban. You must do the same!, Lucius and Narcissa tell Bellatrix. Traitors, backstabbers, vermin, is the reply. She is truly, seriously, hurt and furious that they would denounce the Dark Lord. To her, it's the most horrid of betrayals.

This is when she loses her second sister. It's the moment Narcissa makes it clear that not only she will denounce Voldemort with every breath, but she will stop Lucius from going after a dead master. We have a son, Bella, he is our priority. We have a son, and you do not. You don't know what it means. It's a nice little parallel to the end of Deathly Hallows - I cannot stress this enough: Narcissa's lie to save her son causes her sister's death. Narcissa indirectly kills her. Bellatrix and Narcissa's relationship is never the same after that.

On a lighter note. It's canon that Lucius has little hobbies: peacocks and collecting Dark artefacts!

Also, he has a sick interior designer because the secret chamber beneath their living room is a marvellous idea, I need one of those.

A bit of a germophobe.

Cruel, but again: casual cruelty. Yes, he enjoys tormenting Muggles because they are less than human to him; no, he does not enjoy watching little Mudblood children get bitten by Greyback or Muggle women being raped (and no, before you ask, he would never lower himself to something like that, even if Narcissa wasn't in the picture).

Inspired by the movies, of course, but he has great fashion sense.

He was nice looking, definitely not incredibly handsome (unlike my boy Rodolphus who is hot) but he was very charismatic, so much so that Narcissa Black fell desperately for him, much to Andromeda's dismay and Bellatrix's perplexity.

Elaborate courting ritual (peacock-like, get it? ah ah).

The second most extravagant wedding of the century (Bella & Rod take the cake on that, you have no idea).

I am fascinated by his relationship with Voldemort. By the end of the second war, the two pretty much despise each other (and if Cursed Child is to be believed - which I don't - Lucius had a Time Turner tucked away and never once tried to use it to bring Vold back). But what about during the first war? Lucius' loyalties were always to the Cause more than to the man, and yet he is given the Diary. First War Lucius must have been fascinated by Voldemort - we see a hint of this in GoF when he asks Voldemort to tell them how he managed to survive the Killing Curse.

I think Voldemort saw this fascination and somehow, in his usual arrogance, misunderstood it. You see, the way I think of (and write) the Death Eaters is very Succession-y: everyone wants to be Voldemort's favourite, the one to sit to his right, the closest to him. During the First War, Lucius would have sold his mother to be closest to Voldemort. His entire worldview shifts when Draco is born, and as Lucius grows to love him. The same went for everyone else, including Snape. This is why, to me, Voldemort doesn't see their betrayals years later: he is used to thinking that they would do anything, sacrifice anyone, for him. He doesn't see that the love they feel for others is stronger than whatever fucked-up bond is there.

And, if you think about it, the two Death Eaters that are truly, fanatically, loyal above everything else are the two that are in love with/love him. Bellatrix and Barty.

Stopping now because my head is falling on my keyboard from sleepiness. Hope you enjoyed! I probably have more somewhere.

[satorubrain]

hi!! I really love your gojo stories 💗

as a request 👀 i wanted to read more about reader being as strong as gojo, maybe like a fluff and training scenario(?) i dunno 😭 but i would love to read any scenario!! thank you for writing sooo good, ily (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)✨

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff

Synopsis: He cant handle himself and you cant either. Both of you are swooning over each other and screaming compliments. Its really so unserious and intense fighting

A/N: IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOY MY STORIES AND WRITING!! ILYYY 💕💕 and istg this is such a lovely brain food

If people found out if the strongest people of the era were training together, going up against each other? They would gladly sell their organs just to catch a glimpse of it. They wonder how meaningful the training might be, wishing they could learn something from you.

Contrary to the common belief, everyone who knows you both hates whenever you two fight. The strongest duo are not just unserious most of the time but also stupidly in love who would also be called simps without a shread of shame.

Principal Yaga has been out on a mission, hence there was no one stopping you both from, well causing chaos, having fun!!

"not bad" you commend smirking, blocking Satoru's kick with your forearm before gripping it under your arm and trying to attacking his knee.

"you look so sexy when you aren't holding back" Satoru compliments as he spins, freeing his leg from your monstrous grip. Predicting his moves you try to punch his back but he's quick on his feet, barely evading you.

Most people wouldn't even be able to comprehend what's going on other than you both screaming random compliments, hyping each other up, crashes and loud sounds of craters being made.

"LOOK AT YOU GO"

"Holy SHIT IM IN LOVE WITH YOU"

"that was a new move??? Don't do this to me, I'll actually let you kill me"

"MY KNEES ARE WEAK THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD DODGE SATORU"

The alarm rings, indicating the end of your training session. Both of you stop at the exact moment, just before landing blows on each other- you're slightly up in the air, standing on tip on one leg while the other is inches away from Satoru's lovely face. While his punch is inches away from your stunning body.

The next moment you swiftly retract your leg as he smoothly wraps his hand around your waist, helping you steady yourself before pulling you in for a kiss.

"You did so well" Satoru grins.

"Mmn. And so did you!" you praise him back, giving a peck on his lips.

Both of you walk away as if Yaga isn't going to kill you both the next day once he witnesses the horrifying sight of the schools training ground caused by as you both would say-

"cmon it was just melee combat training!"

"i just think the ground is too weak, look at us! We are just fine!!" Satoru blames everything else in the world for not being able to take the afterblows of your simple attacks.

Yaga is sure he's gonna get a stroke soon and die hopefully due to the stress you both give him every breathing moment.

Kinda nervous about this one but i tried my best to write it 🥹

I hope u like it ;-;

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[alisonwritesimagines]

Polaroid ~Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagine~

Summary: You find a polaroid of yourself in Ghost's vest.

Author’s Note: This is a part two of When I Was Your Man. I just hardcore simp for this man.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff, implied smut in the end

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

Part One

The mission Ghost went to ended becoming bloodier than he thought. The enemy ended up having more people to the 141’s anticipation. Now, he was lying on a table with you fixing him up. Ghost was slightly thankful that it was you patching him up. 

“Simon, don’t give up on me now okay?” You tell him.

“I’m fine,” Ghost mumbled as you took off some of his gear to get to his wounds quicker.

“Like hell you are. Just let me patch you up. Okay?” You said. 

His okay came out more like a whisper. 

“Don’t give up on me, Simon. We still need you,” you tell him. 

Ghost fell unconscious from the large amount of blood loss. But you were the best medic there was. So you were able to get him back. 

It took five hours to patch him up. You sat on a chair the moment you were finished with Ghost. You knew the other medics were fixing up the rest of the 141 and other task forces who were on the field. 

You picked up some of Ghost’s gear off the ground to put it on the counter nearby. You noticed something fall from Ghost’s vest pocket making you bend over to pick it up. It was a small polaroid picture. But not just any picture. A picture of you when you and Ghost were in the woods one night. You can remember that night clearly. 

“What do you want in the future?” You asked Ghost. You lied on a blanket as you stared up at the stars. Ghost sat next to you, on alert in case if any enemy came over to you both. However, you both were in a secure area. But Ghost still didn’t trust it. 

You had asked him if he wanted to stay outside for a while due to the summer heat. The air conditioning had broken inside the base and you couldn’t stand the heat inside. It felt nicer outside than it was outside. Ghost said yes to coming with you, not only because it would just be you two alone, but because he wanted to protect you in case anything happened. 

“Not much.”

“You don’t want to retire and start a family?” You asked him.

It was clear to everyone that you and Ghost liked each other. But you two were stubborn to admit it. 

“I think I might die before I could retire,” Ghost said, puffing out his smoke from his cigarette. He offered it to you but you shook your head. 

“I hope you don’t die,” you tell him. 

“Why’s that?”

“I think you and I both know why,” you said as you stared at him. He looked back at you before getting rid of his cigarette. Ghost climbed on top of you, making you blush. 

“You sure you want this?” Ghost asked you. 

“With you? Yeah,” you smiled. 

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you trust me?” You asked him.

“Yeah.”

You smiled softly before closing your eyes. You couldn’t see Ghost lift his mask up to reveal his lips. But you did feel his lips press against yours, ever so gently. You smiled into the kiss as you kissed him back. 

“Hey.”

You snapped out of your thoughts to look at the door. You saw your boyfriend, Will, walking over with a coffee cup. 

Will was another fellow medic who was transferred over to your team a little after you and Ghost had broken up. He was everything you could ever want in a guy. He had liked you the moment he met you. 

“Thought you might need this.”

“Thanks.”

“So this is the famous Lieutenant Ghost,” Will said as he looked over at the sleeping Lieutenant. 

“Yeah.”

“I heard he’s scary as hell.”

“I’m sure hell is more scared of him than he is of it,” you tell Will.

“If you want, I can stay here while you get some food,” Will tells you.

“No it’s okay. I’m actually not that hungry right now,” you tell him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. I’m going to grab something. Text me if you want anything.”

“I will. Thank you.”

When Ghost woke up, he saw you sleeping on a chair next to him. You weren’t in a comfortable position but you looked tired. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled as he tried to get up. You woke up from your nap to see Ghost trying to sit up from the table.

“Simon! Stop! You’re going to open your stitches like that!” You tell him as you stand up. Ghost lied back down as you lightly pushed him back down on the table. 

“Am I dead?” Ghost asked you.

“No. But I thought I lost you,” you tell him.

“Y/n-”

“Let me check on your wounds really quick. Just stay still for me for now okay?” You asked. 

“Fine.”

You checked on his wounds to make sure they didn’t open up again. Ghost stared at you as you inspected each one carefully. You changed a couple bandages to prevent any infections. 

“How long was I asleep?” Ghost asked you.

“A while. But you’re fine now,” You tell him.

Silence fell between you two. Once you were done inspecting his wounds, you looked back at him. 

“Simon.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you have this in your vest?” You asked as you held up the polaroid. 

“You went through my vest?” Ghost asked. He hasn’t been nervous since dating you. But finding a polaroid of you, made him nervous once again. Maybe even more. 

“No. It fell out.”

Ghost didn’t answer you as you handed the picture back to him.

“Simon, please be honest with me. Do you miss me?” You asked him. 

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that night. I should’ve ran after you,” Ghost told you. 

“Simon-”

“I know you’re happy with your boyfriend now. And you deserve someone better than me. But I love you, Y/n. As selfish as it sounds, I want you back. I love you and I will always love you,” Ghost told you. You teared up at his confession. 

“Hey, Y/n. I’m going to take over for you cause you need to go to lunch,” your coworker told you.

“Thanks,” you tell them before rushing out the room without another word to Ghost. 

Ghost didn’t see you for the rest of the day. Or the next day. But your boyfriend came in to check on him for his wounds. You had given orders to make sure Ghost didn’t leave the room for another day. 

“You’re dating Y/n right?” Ghost asked him.

“Actually we broke up. Just last night,” he told him. 

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. I’m not mad at her. I’m just glad I was able to make her as happy as I could when we were together,” Will told him before replacing Ghost’s bandages. 

When Ghost was able to sleep in his own bed in his room, he saw you sitting on his bed, waiting for him. 

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Ghost asked you. 

“If I tell you that I want to start again with you, what would you say?” You asked nervously.

Ghost stared at you before closing the door behind him. He locked the door before walking over towards you. You stared up at him as he raised his hand to the end of his mask. He took it off, making your eyes widen a little. You never got to see his face. Mainly because Ghost was too afraid to show his true self to you. 

“I would say that I want to do better for you if we start again. I was scared before. I don’t want to lose you because of me. I love you so much, y/n. To the point where it scares me because you’re the only person I know who has given me such a soft touch,” Ghost tells you. You teared up again before standing up. 

“Simon.”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

Ghost didn’t need to be told twice. He cupped your cheeks before leaning down to kiss you. You kissed him back as you placed your hands on top of his. Ghost pushed you back to the bed before climbing on top of you. 

“Simon, you’re hurt,” you tell him. 

“I don’t care. Let me feel you again,” Ghost told you before kissing you once more. 

“Only if we can go gently for now,” you tell him, still worried about his wounds. 

“Alright,” Ghost nodded before kissing you again.

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You woke up in Simont’s arms as it was wrapped securely around your waist. You turned around to look at Simon as he began to wake up. It was no surprise that he was a light sleeper. 

“Morning, love,” Simon said to you before kissing your lips.

“Morning. How’s your wounds?”

“I’m fine.”

“Good. Cause if you want to do this again, you need to let yourself heal,” you smile softly.

“Remember how you asked me what I wanted in the future?” Simon asked you.

“Yeah.”

“I have a different answer now.”

“And what do you want in the future?”

“You. Me. In a nice house where we can grow old,” Simon told you.

“Would you want kids?” You asked him.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a great childhood and my father was shit,” Simon tells you.

“But you aren’t him. You’re better than him. Besides, I can imagine two kids with you,” you smiled at him.

“I promise to be better for you this time around.”

“I know. Just talk to me okay?”

“I will. And this time, I am not letting you go,” Simon tells you before kissing you once more.

“Good. I told Price that you need some healing before you guys can go back on the field. So you have about a few more days of healing before you can go back out there,” you tell him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little more. Stay with me?”

“For an hour. I need to get breakfast and I can get you some as well.”

“You can eat with me in here if you want.”

“I’ll take up on that offer. But for now, close your eyes,” you smiled before kissing his cheek.

[leviathan-supersystem]

why dont you like the church of satan? im not a satan simp i promise i'm just genuinely curious because idk anything about them

i'm glad you asked! during my debate with the CoS simps on twitter i dug up a bunch of evidence of the Church of Satan's right-wing leanings, which was wasted on those losers because obviously they're not going to concede anything ever, but i'm glad to have a more receptive audience here.

so, to start with, the most well-known pieces of evidence relating to this are A: Anton Lavey said at one point that the CoS gives people "Ayn Rand with trappings" and B: there's a segment in the satanic bible called "the book of satan" which is outright copied from the proto-fascist philosophical tract "Might is Right", written by Ragnar Redbeard.

now, apparently CoS simps have taken it upon themselves to go around bothering anyone who brings this up, arguing that Anton Lavey only said that thing about Ayn Rand once so it probably doesn't mean anything (i am skeptical that he did only say this once but i haven't been able to find smoking gun evidence of him saying it other times) and the parts which copy from Ragnar Redbeard directly are only a few pages out of the satanic bible so, again, it probably doesn't mean anything. (ignoring that the influence of "Might it Right" is woven throughout the entirety of Anton's work, hardly limited to the direct quotes.)

so, to prepare my readers for if they get hassled by some CoS loser for stating the obviously correct fact that the CoS is right-wing, here's some more evidence to that effect, under a cut because i am merciful and this is going to get very long and very ugly.

here's Boyd Rice, then a major figure in the Church of Satan, saying that the principle of satanism is "let the master be the master and the slave be the slave, and never the two shall meet." this was in the documentary "Speak of the Devil", created by Nick Bougas, also a prominent figure in the CoS at the time. Nick Bougas is more well known by his nom de plume "A Wyatt Mann", aka the guy who drew those old nazi comics that became memes ("le happy merchant" etc).

here's some quotes from the official website of the CoS:

Satanists see the social structure of humanity as being stratified, thus each person reaches a level commensurate with the development (or lack thereof) of their natural talents. The principle of the survival of the strong is advocated on all levels of society, from allowing an individual to stand or fall, to even letting those nations that cannot handle themselves take the consequences of this inability. Any assistance on all levels will be on a “quid pro quo” basis. There would be a concommitant reduction in the world’s population as the weak are allowed to experience the consequences of social Darwinism. Thus has nature always acted to cleanse and strengthen her children. This is harsh, but that is the way of the world. We embrace reality and do not try to transform it into some utopia that is contrary to the very fabric of existence. Practical application of this doctrine would see the complete cessation of the welfare system, an end to no-strings attached foreign aid and new programs to award and encourage gifted individuals in all fields to pursue personal excellence. A meritocracy will replace the practice of such injustices as affirmative action and other programs designed to punish the able and reward the undeserving.

Satanists also seek to enhance the laws of nature by concentrating on fostering the practice of eugenics.

but if you REALLY want to get into the ugly shit that the CoS has been promoting, here's some excerpts from the magazine "The Black Flame", which the CoS published throughout the late 80's and through the 90's:

^that last one's from an interview with Lavey himself

and to bring things back around, here's another interview with Boyd Rice:

on the whole, while the CoS may present itself as an opponent of right-wing christianity, it's ultimately just controlled opposition, pushing largely the same right-wing agenda that the christian right was. it's funny that people never seemed to ask why christian conservatives like Bob Larson were always spending time interviewing, or being interviewed by, the Church of Satan if they were supposedly such mortal enemies.

[conquerthenight]

Ranking the Rebecca ships because I’m bored as hell. This is just my personal opinion, so feel free to agree or disagree as you please :)

1. Beatrich - My absolute beloved. Two sapphics in straight passing marriages and one is the sister of the other’s husband? Older woman/Younger woman? Bea canonically kissing “I” on the cheek in greeting? The pining potential? Chef’s kiss I tell you. Bea acting as I’s confidante is one of my favorite headcanons and it would be so cute if they were together. I wish there were more fics of them.

2. Franxim - This ship only flew into my radar when I read a review of Rebecca where the reviewer joked that Frank simped for Maxim and I regret nothing. I used to only acknowledge it as a crackship, but then I read a fic or two where they were unironically shipped and never looked back. They’re childhood friends in my headcanon which is another favorite trope of mine. Try to tell me they didn’t have something going on when they were younger and wanted to rekindle things after Rebecca died 😂.

3. de Winters (I/Maxim) - Say what you want about these two, but I love them. They need to learn to communicate, he has to control his anger issues, she needs to stop getting into her own head, and they’re a fucked up ship, but they’re my fucked up ship. I think they do genuinely love each other, but have to work through their issues in order to get to that point of being able to show it. Plus they’re the reason I like the age gap trope so that’s gotta count for something.

4. I/Frank - It’s a pretty conventional pairing all things considered, basically what could’ve happened if “I” ended up with someone closer to her in social standing like Mrs. Van Hopper insisted she should’ve, but I love it anyway. They’d be so soft together, and as much of a de Winter shipper as I am, Frank would be an objectively better husband. If you don’t like the de Winters together but still want an Older man/Younger woman pairing, or if you just want Rebecca to be less angsty, you’d probably like this one.

5. Danbecca - The only reason I didn’t put them above the other two is because I’m not a fan of this ship being written as soft or requited as most of us Rebecca fans are. I like it to be as toxic as possible. Danny being treated as whatever the romantic equivalent of the golden child is and pining for, worshipping, someone who doesn’t really love her back my beloved. Basically I love this ship because it’s what makes Danny as a character so interesting. Again, another fucked up ship, but my fucked up ship.

6. de Winters (Rebecca/Maxim) - I honestly had no idea whether to put this above or below Danbecca, but ended up putting it here. Obviously we all know they hate each other, we all know they should’ve gotten over themselves and divorced, but I love me some toxic ships, especially ships that delve into how an abuser can impact the abused person’s psyche, and these two definitely deliver.

7. Clarich - I don’t have much to say about this one only because there’s little to no content for them as a ship. I think it’s a really cute premise and I adore the idea, but it would be higher if there was more to go off of.

8. Danvich - I tried. I really did. I want to like this ship. I wrote YCYSC specifically to try and understand what the hype is about, and people have written so many incredible fics that have also made me understand the hype, but it’s just not my cup of tea, at least not romantically. I think it works better as a platonic pairing. Danny’s true love is Rebecca after all 😂.

9. Beavers/Danbea - This is a ship I don’t understand and probably never will. See number 8, but also imo their personalities clash way too much for them to work as a romantic pairing. Bea would be annoyed with Danny’s meticulousness and strict personality while Bea’s bluntness and lack of tact would get on Danny’s nerves. Like with Danvich, it works better for me platonically, but in this instance they’d be the pair of friends who are always fighting but if someone else messes with them they’re ready to go to bat for the other.

10. Rebecca/Beatrice - Another ship I just don’t really get. I’ve read a few fics of them, but I personally prefer the dynamic of them disliking/hating each other. I don’t really have much more to say about these two.

11. Rebecca/Jack Favell - Ew. No. Just no. They’re cousins. I will say that the one good thing about the 2020 film is that it gave Jack some depth in terms of his love for Rebecca though.

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Now for the poly ships. I made this a separate category because I’d lose track of my ranking if I included them in the other list.

1. I/Maxim/Frank - It’s no secret that this one is my favorite. Frank has the brain cell between the three of them and probably forces the other two to communicate 99% of the time. They’re all bi disasters and I love them for it. I like to think Maxim and Frank were together first and brought “I” into the fold because they were both like “Aww she’s so cute can we keep her 🥰?”

2. Rebecca/Maxim/I - This obviously would only work if Rebecca wasn’t a downright awful person, but I read this great fic called “The Devil Does Not Ride Us Anymore” that had this exact premise in mind and have been hooked ever since. Again, Maxim and Rebecca probably met “I” and went “That one, I want”. Plus if you’re like me and can’t decide which you prefer, you get the best of both worlds: Older woman/Younger woman and Older man/Younger woman.

3. Rebecca/Danny/Beatrice - Another ship I don’t really have much to say about. I don’t love it, I don’t hate it. Maybe someday there will be a fic that changes my mind, but unfortunately today is not that day.

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Honorable mention to Frank/Jack aka the funniest crackship to ever come out of this fandom, and Clarice/Alice aka Danvich lite. Thank you @alicesbread for putting them on my radar.

[moviedreams]

So I had another dream plus new character unlocked actually 

Probably because I have become a simp for Hugh Jackman (aka Huge jacked man or Hugh freakman) 

Here is where it gets messy because I don’t know whether these were two distinct dreams or if it was one dream and one start of a dream. So I guess this is maybe two dreams and one so I’m just gonna start ranting. Also, I’m doing this through text to speech because I cannot be bothered to summarize and write this down so y’all are just going to have to start dealing with this because I do not have the nerve. Also I had a previous dream that i didnt tell about just because of that reason so take it or leave it 😭😂

Version 1: 

This is the shorter one. There’s this character named drover from the Australia movie. And I don’t know why, but for some reason, I traveled to Australia and I’m with a group of other white people. Maybe it was like a university trip. And they just want us to see the outback. So we go there and he, Drover, has a distain for all of us since were university students and probably think high and mighty of ourselves. He sets some ground rules like what he says is law and like no running away and no getting all pissy about it. All of this was said while using heavy Australian slang so it was a bit hard for me to understand. Anyways we start traveling and it’s fine. I’m in a car not with him but with others and then like hours go by we hit the first like resting spot and to be honest I apparently wasn’t able to really mesh with the other university students because they did think high and mighty of themselves. So just sat like a bit further away from them and was eating alone. Jova then approaches me and asked me why I’m not eating with the others and I’m just like I don’t know. I don’t seem to get along with them well. So he has pity on me and sits down like next to me and it feels like he has a bit less to stay towards me just because I’m a person of color which makes sense because the hope would be that I don’t think  this is like some exotic thing to see, you know. We then get to talking and he was like “oh let me cut this like dried meat for you”because I was struggling to eat it because it was so tough and so he cut it into smaller pieces. Somehow while talking he mentions like one of the others needs to sleep in like this tent we have because they’re like allergic to insect bites and everything and he was joking around and saying it was probably that one over there pointing to one girl and I am just awkwardly like actually I am the allergic one. He looks at me with shock and tells me to get up and to follow him. So I follow him and then he walks to like his truck. He opens the bed part of it and tells me to sit down in there because he doesn’t want me to get like stung by a scorpion that’s just sneaking around. Things like I should not be sitting on the ground, it’s not that great for somebody who might just die from allergies. I sit down and he sits down with me, we just keep eating our lunches and talking. Then at the end he points to like this tent thingy in the bed of the truck. He’s like ”oh yeah you’re gonna sleep there because this way we can guarantee that you don’t get biten or stung”. Which honestly fair but he also was playful upset and said “why have I been riding around with this annoying girl who thinks that this is like some fantasy when you’re the person who supposed to be in the car”. because apparently they wanted, they did not state this, the person who is allergic to sit in the car with him just in case. they can have like an extra pair of eyes on that person. At some point we get to driving again and then of course when night time comes, we stop again to rest. then he shows me how you get into the tent and how you get out of the tent. I then go to sleep and I think this repeats over sometime and we just get like closer to each other over time because it’s like OK these other people are not talking to me. He cannot stand these people and that’s where the dream ends.

Y'all look at him

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/15/2023

woo it's payday

listening

joywave, one of my favorite bands put out a experimental collab album. it's taking a bit to grow on me but i do like The Carousel. this man is simply having a fucking blast on this fucking carousel. starts off with some synth..stings??? that feel very much like they could back a mall fashion show. or, better yet, imagine a 2005 chick flick about a small town girl moving to the big apple and accidentally becoming a supermodel. this would be the backing track when she finally nails her walk. spotlights, sophistication through understated vibes, frictionless, etc. spotify.

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reading

shotgunned five volumes of spy x family sunday night and i am now deeply invested in this simp. this is just a very silly slowburn slice of life. epitome of curtainfic

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watching

gave Afro Samurai (2007, Gonzo) the ol' two-episode try and simply was not vibing. it more than delivers on the samurai and afro parts of its title and is very stylish (complimentary). i think it deserves its emmys, it has a really lovely sense of constant motion without getting muddy and the fights are fun to watch. the sprinkling of high-tech futurism in what would otherwise be a very ordinary samurai anime is fun.

however it is SIGNIFICANTLY gorier than i expected.

if you looked at these screencaps and thought "hey that sounds like something Samuel L Jackson would say" congrats he's in this, bc it was 2007 and we had not yet exhausted our appetite for making Samuel L Jackson say things like this. we must also remember it is from 2007, so it rates VERY highly on the weeb portion of the Weeb-Ass-Shit scale.

that specific combo of gory weeb shit simply wasn't the mood on friday night and i don't think i'll come back to it. not for me! sad! oh well there's other anime!

how'd i find this: the wonders of tubi

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playing

organ attack is a medical-themed last-one-standing card game where each person starts out with four organs and a hand of five attack and defense cards. most are tailored towards a specific organ (eg the NOSEBLEED card i pulled first) but some are more general like CANCER or NECROSIS. it took about an hour with six people bc it got down to a real drag-out nasty threeway fight at the very end. the style is what you see on the box and is not gross-out nasty.

hysterically fun to play with a bunch of nurses, and even if you don't have an established friendgroup of nurses to insert yourself into it's very funny to say shit like "i'm giving your teeth cancer, hand 'em over". if you are playing with normal able-bodied folks i would not recommend saying "haha i have that!" every time someone puts a relevant card down. the normies really didn't like that.

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making

fallow week

[lv-iceprince]

@averagetoyakinnie

hi there buddy! thank you so so so much for your patience and thank you so much for requesting this from me and double thanks for doing a ship for meㅠㅠ i truly don't know how i found such a sweet moot and i tried my hardest to reflect your energy through the theme. i don't want to get all sappy but thank you so much for existing and popping up out of nowhere and making me smile!

sending you all the love xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

~ateez~ san

i only had one idea in mind for you, sexy gamer boy boyfriend who loves teasing and challenging his significant other. combining what i know of your personality and your appearance you really are that chill domestic couple who are most likely going to be together forever but like act so casual about it. you are both so so sooo good for each other and i stand by that!

~stray kids~ jisung

chaos twins who mutually thought "hey wouldn't it be crazy if we started dating? but we're friends, and i just want to date you as friends but i kinda think you're kinda fine. this was just way too tempting. i almost shipped you with jeongin since you would be the best example of two partially unhinged, excitable babies. but i feel like jisung would bring a more gentle touch to the relationship oh and he definitely loves how stoic you come across while being a complete mess for him.

~tomorrow x together~ yeonjun

yeonjun deserves the most edgy, cool, funny and sexy people. and i mean i won't push you being sexy in attitude but like. i really want yeonjun to have such cool partner. i also feel that he would absolutely thrive if you pull out your dad friend ways on him. he may not want to be controlled but he also really wants you to simp over him. he wants to pretend he's hot shit while simultaneously being your cute boyfriend.

~enhypen~ sunoo

this was the first member that came to mind and oh my god you are both icons. i never get to ship sunoo with many people but i am so glad i am finally shipping him with you. you're a sweetheart but beyond that i really think you would be able to challenge each other with your sass and attitude. sunoo needs someone who would playfully bite back with him and that's totally you. and i know for a fact sunoo would love you endlessly. this is definitely one of the idols i ship you with most!

~(g)idle~ shuhua

second to sunoo is this because oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!! i am absolutely crying over the idea of you and shuhua. shuhua has made a point of saying that she likes people with a bit more chaos and attitude, i don't remember when she said that but she loves people who have as bold a personality as she does. i also just adore the dynamic the two of you would have. she would 100% playfully bully you because she is so in love with you. at the same time she would never let anyone lay a finger on you. she's the tough girlfriend that you love and need in life. i could go on and on about this but in short there are so many unexpected things about your personality that she has come to love and she would probably even consider spending the rest of her life with you.

[cheesefanboy2]

The Oc-verse - Simp Party

A/N: OCV! Fang and Nightmare's siblings walking into simp party universe. Yall this does get pretty chaotic lol. I was excited to write this so it gets kinda bad ig. Also, both Fang and Nightmare got killed in the simp party universe.

@insane-horror-movie-addict @nightmareeffect

Fang lazily marched alongside the twins, her wrists wrapped neatly in specialized metal cuffs, specially made just for her. Strands of her black hair overshadowed her eyes, and it somewhat acted as a shield to the beaming sunlight in this strange world she had been transported in. She glared at Nightmare's two little siblings, as they excitedly stomped through the forest, leaving little flames in her path. The two teens were getting more impatient by the second, and it was a funny sight to see the demi-Gods so angry.

" So, why the fuck did I get dragged her again? '' Fang asked. The twins looked back at her and glared, that angry look in their eyes told Fang to shut the fuck up.

" You are the idiot that let her travel on her own. " Artmeis huffed out.

" And the only idiot who is able to universe-hop for that matter! You're the only person who could've brought her here, dumbie! " Apollo added.

" As soon as we get back, you are due for a public execution. " Artemis stated in a furious tone. She was losing the little amount of patience she had, and the fact she had to walk in public was disgusting. She hated humans, and walking among the little maggots made her wanna tear this entire world apart. They were only good for pie.

" This world is filled with mostly humans. Don't get too excited, we are going to harvest most of them and bring them back home to eat! "

" What makes you think I'm gonna help you, little shits, kill my own kind? " Fang rolled her eyes. Her hands uncomfortably shifted in the metal cuffs.

" Because humans are disgusting little maggots, and I'm not touching them. If you don't kill them, I'll just have to feed you to my rats instead! " Apollo threatened, yielding her ax threateningly, " Don't test me Fang, I will hunt down that boy you've been talking to and I will have him hang. "

Fang's eyes widened, before she glared. Sometimes she forgets how far the two little assassins will go to get exactly what they want— or to be precise, what Nightmare wants. Nightmare was already damn good at it, she knew how to manipulate people extremely well, it didn't help that she was extremely gorgeous. To make matters even worse, Nightmare had been teaching her younger siblings to do the same.

'...Such pretentious bitches.' Fang huffed and dragged herself along with the twins. The twins had been getting so pissed off, Apollo had yanked Fang by her arm and pinned her to the ground, the sharpened end of her boots digging into Fang's face. Only these two little bitches would have boots with knives underneath them.

" You seem to be forgetting who we are, human. Our sister killed millions of your people with a single hand and minimal effort! " Apollo threatened, her heel began to draw blood on Fang's face since the pre-teeb had been grinding her shoe into the girl's face.

" I will easily take away your other limbs. You're already at a disadvantage with those pathetic cybernetic limbs. " Artemis's eyes were terrifying, as they were luminous, even in the forest. " Now as we tear this apart looking for our sister, you better be useful to us, human-scum. Or we're calling Nightmare."

"Or Akuma!" Apollo smiled, pretending to faint at the mention of her name. Artemis quickly caught her, playing along with the little game.

Fang's eyes narrowed and huffed, standing up with a glare at the demonic entities.

" Whatever. "

Artemis took hold of Apollo's hands, and closely intertwined their fingers together as the siblings performed a possession ritual. A ritual where two demons take hold of each other's physical bodies and fuse into each other, creating a being much larger and more powerful. Despite Fang having a hatred for demons— this ritual always had her eyes glued and amazed at the beautiful sight. Their bodies molded into each other, as a much more powerful being started to tower over the forest, and huge eyes stared at Fang with psychotic intention.

" I forgot how GREAT it feels to be me! " The fusion towered over every single tree in their line of sight. They twirled their double sided ax, slicing the huge blade through dozens of tree and leaving them to waste.

" Don't fail us, or we will hang you, human! " The being who had been at least 50 ft tall, laughed at Fang mockingly before running off to look for their sister.

[☆~☆~☆]

The arena of Zalgo was a cruel place.

Proxy blood was scattered across the arena, tired bodies desperately trying to regain their breaths. The demons watch their display of carnage amongst each other, purely for their sick sense of entertainment. The last two proxies who had managed to stand up even after this horrid display of bloodshed, Elias and Anni. Despite how they were enemy proxies— they couldn't find it in themselves to fight anymore, especially if it was purely for their God's entertainment. Elias held out a weak hand to Anni. She hesitantly looked at him, before intertwining her fingers along his, taking his hand and hoisting herself up. Blood cascaded from both of their faces, as they both looked at the Gigglers. The four of them had been still standing; despite having limbs torn off and pink liquid profusely leaking from their mouths and eyes.

After Akuma killed Fang and Nightmare, they could barely fight each other anymore. They just wanted it to be over. But right as they were about to fight, a teenager with purple hair and pretty yellow eyes appeared in the middle of everything— with a sweet smile on her face.

The Gods above watched with peaked interest. Akuma giggled profusely, and kicked her legs as her eyes filled with pure twisted euphoria. Her eyes had a sharp mischievous look— the way they devilishly started to give off a luminous glow, " Looks like I'm winning! Oh~ isn't that so unfortunate. I was excited to see what your proxies could do! But…they're only human after all~ " Akuma had a fake sympathetic look in her eye. Slenderman seemed irritated by this woman's presence.

" I doubt your proxies will be up for any longer. Keiran and Royce seem to be very promising among my collection of proxies, they will be up in no time. " Zalgo tilted his head, picking at a deceased griffin carcass. His gangly fingers continuously yanked off the remains, despite him having too much, he still wanted more. He displayed gluttony through his grotesque actions, slaying beasts endlessly when he already had so much, his gluttony would never end.

Zalgo tilted his head, smirking as he set his chin on top of the hands he had clasped together, " My proxies will quickly recover. I've trained them to be resilient in any situation. " Slenderman explained, slight mocking laced in his tone.

Akuma's eye twitched.

" Your proxies will not last long without their wit, Akuma. They're strong, but their mind is gone, putting them at a mild disadvantage, "

Her eye twitched again. He really liked to get on her nerves, didn’t he? Who did Slenderman think he was? To her, he was nothing but an old man.

" Their childish behavior that mirrors yours will do nothing but harm them. You obviously don't know how to properly train your proxies. "

And yet another twitch appeared. That was her limit. This old hag didn’t know when to stop provoking people, did he? He thinks he's so high and mighty.

" You're far too childish and immature to even be considered a Goddess. "

Burning rage hissed through her body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. He seemed too triumphal for her liking, which spurred on her fury like oil to a flame. Right as she was about to jump onto the table, and swing her ax through Slenderman's neck, 909 interrupted.

" I'd hate to interrupt you, my mistress, but an unknown entity has entered the ring. " Akuma swiftly turned her head to get a peak at what was going on down in the arena.

" Please, allow me to help you, Ace! " A young demon girl with purple hair looked at the incubus with hopeful eyes, attempting to help him up while a wound was carved inside of his stomach.

" Who the f—fuck are you? " Ace coughed up more blood, after being immensely beaten up by the Gigglers.

" You may not know me, but I know you. Just from another world— I can save you, so please trust me and hold still. " Flare's hands radiated a strange light as she saved Ace while he had been on the brink of death. The wound that appeared on his stomach suddenly disappeared, and not even a scar remained. The happy-go-lucky girl stood up, and continued her work, helping every god-forsaken proxy on this battlefield. One by one, their wounds were healed by this mysterious young girl.

Akuma looked pissed, and almost tore her hair out. " No…no…no…NO. NO. NO! " She nearly tore her cotton-candy colored hair out from her scalp, her teeth clenching so hard they looked like they were on the brink of shattering. Her grip tightened on her battle–axe while she was about to cut that young girl's head off clean from her neck. Her eye twitched profusely as she attempted to smile, but she only continued to twitch.

Flare smiled at Anni, holding her hand out,

" We will meet again, Anni! I'm not entirely sure if you remember me, but I am the girl who frequently gets kidnapped. " Anni shook her hand, and this caused Flare to smile as bright as her flames.

" I have to hurry and help everyone before my siblings come! " Flare turned her smile into a cute determined look, as her amber eyes looked around for the Gigglers.

" Who the fuck is she.. " Elias asked Anni in an awkward tone. Anni shook her head slightly with a smile on her face,

" Honestly, I met her while we were both kidnapped. She's really nice…it’s a little scary because she befriends anyone and everyone. No matter how terrible they are. " Anni laughed and scratched the back of her head in slight confusion.

Little did Flare know, Akuma was about to slaughter her.

[☆~☆~☆]

Fang marched through the forest with an angry expression, her hands still strapped in cuffs. Her ears picked up screaming of all types, and her head swiftly turned. Her cybernetic senses picked up a power similar to Akuma's, but much weaker. That was impossible, Nightmare and Vesper had long ago locked away their older sister in a prison specially made for her— even the Gigglers were locked away with her. There was no way Akuma could have gotten out.

Sweat profusely dripped down her forehead, what if Flare was hurt? She hated all the Lafayette siblings, but Flare was an exception, she truly was the only person who had treated her like a human being and saved her on multiple occasions. Fang would risk her life if it meant saving her best-friend in the face of any harm. She jumped through the forest, eyes growing in horror as the sky had become a hue of pink, which meant Akuma's proxies were out. But there was no way they could have gotten out. which means this world has its own version of Akuma and her proxies. Shit.

Fang switched her prosthetic hand into a blade; a weapon specially made for her by Dr. Lexi. The blade was pristine, and quick, created to match Fang's personality, it even switched weapons based on what Fang felt like using. She had been tracking for miles already— she was getting closer to Flare by the second. She would have contacted the twins, but she guaranteed the twins were going to find Flare soon. They were known for their tracking capabilities— and were probably just causing havoc among this world before coming to their main objective.

Finally, Fang located the place Flare had been in.

Fang was watching from above, her hands still encased in handcuffs, watching in horror as Akuma was about to strike Flare with her axe.

To be continued…

A/N: Haha. Cliffhanger. What will happen in part 2? Will Artemis and Apollo come into the arena? Will OCV! Fang fight Akuma? How does OCV Nightmare fit into all this? Will Akuma recognize Flare? (They're sisters.) Will I actually finish this?

[gators5]

Can’t believe people are taking the character assassination that was the AoT ending so differently then Manga readers did.

I wish beyond all reasoning that they wouldn’t have done all of those grave visitation scenes at the end credits. Or at least been more up front with them, was that Mikasa and Jean? Who knows let’s have a blurry shot from 100 yards away. Oh the flowers? The ones that stand for absolute loyalty and then the ones that stand for purity? Huh, maybe it wasn’t Mikasa and Jean, or maybe it was but they didn’t have a intimate relationship.

Oh, Mikasa is dead and buried beside Eren? Maybe we’ll get an anime only ending that shows Eren and Mikasa in the afterlife finally being able to be together and now Ymir’s/Eren’s curse can finally be lifted. Oh, nevermind she’s just dead and is holding flowers that signify purity. Oh, that’s nice Paradis is thriving.

Oh, that’s nice Paradis is no longer thriving. Huh, looks like someone destroyed their graves. Hey why is that little boy and dog venturing into that strange looking tree that looks oddly familiar.

Man I really hope that we did just go through all that just for the cycle to begin again. Worm-kun returns. At least there’s no more titans and now everyone is just killing each other as God intended.

Honestly, I think they fucked up when they allowed Eren to basically say goodbyes to everyone and wipe their minds. It felt very hollow, would have rather had him outright win and spend whatever time he had left with Mikasa like he wanted instead of lying to her and then becoming a simp for her at the end. Pretty cringe if you ask me. Or at least don’t show us the two possible outcomes of what would have happened based on Erens choices, kinda feels like Isayama was giving people a choice into choosing an ending that they preferred. Also, rightfully so my man was scared to show any leaning towards one relationship to the other. ArminxAnnie? Maybe but Armin also has Bert’s feeling for Annie now. ConniexSasha? Gabi. MikasaxEren? Sure it’s canon but does it matter? MikasaxJean? Maybe canon maybe not, one thing shows one thing and then another shot shows something different believe what you want to I’ve always been a EreMika shipper but not heavy just wanted the two to be happy (also like with NaruSaku their true feelings for each other were never really discussed *Fuck The Last*) LevixAnyone? Death.

Bittersweet ending and I still feel the same way about it as I did when it originally ended. I was really hoping something would have changed in the anime, at least an epilogue showing Mikasa dying and finding Eren in the Paths and then finally once and for all destroying the curse of Ymir. Got the first part but as far as we know Eren is just stuck in the Paths and is the new Ymir and someone is going to have to break his love for Mikasa so his curse will end.

Alas, to you 2,000 years from now.

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Can You Hear my Heartbeat? || Ae-ra || Trial 1.2 || Re: AIRika, Erik Azr

Badum. Badum. Ae-ra could hear her heart pounding in her ears. What...was this? What was going on here? Of course reasonably somebody had to be blamed. That's what this whole mess of a trial was for anyway, but she didn't anticipate this feeling rising up in her chest. Frustration, rage, all feelings rather foreign to her. Usually, when these sorts of things happened, she would push down on the unpleasant feeling until it went away. But right here, right now, she felt it growing more and more with each careful word, the implications, the side glances. Who did these people think they were?

It was no secret by now that when Ae-ra looked at Lapis, it was like looking at a copy of her precious older brother. It was like taking a copy of her beloved Ha-neul from years before but placing him a purple, ice-skating frame. Just like a brother. As though Ha-neul had been born as her younger sibling instead. She wanted to care for Lapis, to protect them. Lapis was their own person, with their own history separate from her. They hadn't known each other long enough to become close, but even so, for Ae-ra in this painful and isolating environment, it was impossible to sever that association. 

Right now, it may as well have been them vagueing about her own brother, and if there was one thing Ae-ra could put aside all of her fears, all of her softness, for, it was Ha-neul Cha.

And so she snapped.

"Shut up." Such rude words were uncharacteristic of someone like her, but the hard expression on her face didn't reveal any regret. "Just shut up! Look at you standing over theorizing all by yourself without even saying what you mean. Do you think if you're vague about it that it'll make it better? Do you think if you don't accuse them directly that someone else will step up and do it for you and no one will be able to hate you for it? You're not fooling anyone, and you're definitely not fooling me!"

Badum. Badum. Her heartbeat was getting louder. It was drowning out her thoughts and reason. Shut up. Just shut up! She wanted to continue yelling, call them idiots, call them heartless, but the words wouldn't form in her mouth. Such simple insults would have probably been better.

"Since you want to beat around the bush so much, I'll say it for you. It's obvious that you're accusing Lapis-ssi for your stupid reasons. So what if they had some dietary restrictions from the motive? Just because some idiot tried to cook a bell pepper in a popcorn machine and cut up some fruit doesn't mean it was Lapis-ssi. How do those things even connect together? It sounds like you just heard 'food' and decided to match it up to the first person you thought of. Besides, Lapis-ssi's knife skills are fine. They wouldn't do such a poor job cutting fruit! I've seen them before, and they do a good job!" 

She had to stop to breathe. Her voice was catching in her throat.

Badum. Badum. The sound of her heartbeat was now drowning out her own words. Could everyone else hear this too? It was so loud it was hurting her ears, her eardrums throbbing with each new heartbeat, but she still wasn't done. Even if she couldn't hear herself speak, she wasn't done yet.

"What difference does it make whether AIRika's restriction kept them from cooking in the kitchen or not? So what? You're just assuming the damn bell pepper was cooked in that popcorn machine because of a restriction like you all aren't doing weird shit just because all the time! This doesn't mean AIRika-ssi is innocent here! You won't even tell us what their restriction is! But leave it to the simp to try and manipulate everyone with pretty words so we won't suspect the one person here who actually likes you back! And you know something else, I'm pretty sure AIRika-ssi is the same height as me, so that robe would fit them just perfectly. See? This is what it looks like to have conviction and actually accuse someone instead of talking in circles to try and steer the group in one direction without actually having the balls to accuse directly!"

There. It was done. She was finally done. Everything was so loud. Everything was just so much, but she wouldn't regret a thing. Even if it meant the worst, even if it meant everyone would hate her, the worst case scenario. She would accept that result if it meant standing up for Ha-neul.

No. Not Ha-neul. 

Lapis.

[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 81: Fragile

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 11 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: scary situation, violence, mentions of hunger/starvation, mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault, mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 6.6k

❧ In This Chapter: A month after Alpha's horde ran through Alexandria, things aren't looking great in the once prosperous settlement. With food at an all-time shortage, Daryl volunteers to help find food at Meridian, while you embark on your own run with Lydia. Things go sideways, though, when a hostile group of men corners you, and you'll have to fight to get out of it.

❧ A/N: There are some intense moments in this chapter, but it starts with a really sweet porch convo between Reader and her hubby, the bestest boy, Daryl. I love writing in little moments where we see just how much they love and care about each other. Daryl is basically a simp for her which is totally how I imagine he'd be in a relationship, just kind of absolutely head-over-heels for her. Anywho, there's a lot I want to say about this chapter but I'll let it speak for itself I guess.

Another day, another pang in your stomach.

Another uncomfortable lightness all throughout your body, a tremor in your hands and a dryness in your throat. Dizziness plagued you almost every second you were standing. The hunger was awful, but the symptoms were worse.

Rations were getting slimmer and slimmer, and with the integration of homeless refugees from Hilltop, and now Maggie’s group, there were too many mouths to feed.

Under normal circumstances, Alexandria would’ve been able to sustain the newcomers, but these weren’t normal circumstances, not in the slightest.

The horde that had run through Alexandria about a month ago had destroyed nearly all of the crops, trampled several small structures, including the solar panels and the water filtration system, and, worst of all, weakened the walls.

Your only consolation was that your home was still intact, and that the library suffered minimal damage. Still, the community was in rough shape. Despite his best efforts, Daryl and the others with experience in hunting were unable to bring back much game. The horde had scared off any animals for miles, and without any crops to speak of, it was truly slim pickings.

Maggie had had some leads a week ago, taking a group out to look for food the day before, but their haul was already depleting, and soon another group would have to go out and scavenge for something.

You had gone on a few runs, so you’d seen for yourself how barren the world around you was. Everything had either been cleaned out long ago, or was rotten beyond edibility. The world was slowly succumbing to decay, and it was hard to come to that realization, since Alexandria had been self-sufficient for so long.

There were a few beacons of hope left, however, in those who were outside the walls of Alexandria.

Michonne had left several weeks ago, during the height of the war with the Whisperers. She had come across a man who claimed to have a weapon capable of wiping out the entire horde, but when that lead hit a dead end, she set out to help some people she met, according to Judith.

Any interactions with new groups could possibly strengthen Alexandria, so you only hoped Michonne would be able to bring help whenever she came back home.

Then, there was Eugene’s group. He had gone out with Ezekiel and Yumiko just after Hilltop fell, in the hopes of finding a new community to help rebuild. From what you heard, Eugene had been able to come into radio communications with a woman from an unknown community named Stephanie. They had arranged to meet, and about a little over a month later, they were still out there.

Now, Alexandria needed help more than ever, and everyday, you hoped for a miracle, though, of course, you didn’t believe in miracles. At least, not that terminology. Miracles were too indicative of a divine presence, and in the world you lived in, though not always this dreary, there was no such thing.

That pang in your abdomen was just another reminder, the incessant growling and hunger that felt like a rabid dog nipping at the inside of your stomach.

Mornings were always the worst. Waking up hungry was some new kind of Hell, you were sure. Still, it was better than Robin going hungry. The child was still sleeping as you groggily trudged down the stairs, running your hands through your messy hair as you tried to gather some semblance of routine.

Routine, however, hadn’t been the same for a while.

Breakfast had once been a time-honored family tradition, with Daryl making his “world famous” blueberry pancakes; you making a wholehearted attempt at frying up that crisp, sizzling bacon; Robin standing on her tippy toes as she clumsily cracked eggs into a mixing bowl; Lydia pouring herself a bowl of cereal, until you insisted she indulge in the family meal; and Dog watching it all from the center of the kitchen floor.

Now, two-thirds of yours and Daryl’s rations went to Robin and Lydia, and you were happy to give it to them, but it was starting to take a toll on you, more than you thought it would.

At the kitchen counter, you measured out the second to last supply of lentils that had been allotted to your household, setting aside two much larger helpings for the girls.

Just outside the window across the dining room, a faint plume of white smoke danced in the air, followed by a low, groggy cough.

I’ll kill that man, you thought. If the cigarettes don’t kill him first.

He sat upon the porch swing, watching from a distance the early morning sun begin to shine over the walls, just barely hanging on after the horde came through.

Your bare feet lightly hit the cool wood of the porch as you made your way over to him, sending the swing back with the weight of your body as you sat.

“Penny for your thoughts,” you said, nudging his shoulder and offering him a smile. A weak one, of course, as it was all you had the energy to muster, but a smile for him nevertheless. It was always hard not to smile at him, your knight in shining armor.

He met your smile with his own, barely a quirk in his lip, but he looked so beautiful, with the soft, dewy haze of morning light gently hovering over his features, highlighting the strong curve of his high cheekbones and his plush, pink lips. You always swore he only looked better with age, with hardly a wrinkle on his face, except for his natural worry lines and crow’s feet, but even those were subtle.

Even his hair was more lush and thick than it had been when you first met, which you chalked up to your constant care and maintenance. Daryl couldn’t remember the last time he had a shower without you in front of him, lathering his hair in homemade shampoo and conditioner. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t revel in your pampering, especially if you were naked while you were doing it.

“Just thinkin’,” he said, fiddling with the lit cigarette between his fingers before taking another drag.

You sighed and began absentmindedly combing your hand through his hair, while admiring the sliver of his ear that peeked out between thick, wavy strands of dark brown silk. You always loved the way his ears poked out through his hair, one of the many little details about him that you adored.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout what, pardner?” you asked, mimicking his deep southern accent. “Inquiring minds want to know.”

He side-eyed you, and shook his head with a scoff. “You know what I’m thinkin’ about.”

You turned sideways and tucked your legs against your chest, sending the swing rocking back and forth once again. “The run to the mill?”

He leaned down to put his cigarette out in the ashtray on the porch. “Mhm.”

“We need to find something,” you said. “It can’t just be you and the others going out, you know. Aaron will look after Robin, and Lydia and I will be careful.”

He shook his head as he leaned back to face you. “You’re tired,” he said. “Eatin’ scraps for the last few weeks, you’re all pale… Thinner.”

You huffed in slight offense, though you knew he was only worried. “Gee, thanks, dear.”

“I’m just worried about you,” he clarified. “Goin’ out there like that, when you’re all fragile. Know you can handle it but… I can’t. Never could.”

You tilted your head, leaning forward to hold him in your arms, and leaning your head on his shoulder. He smelled of cigarettes, the ones he rolled himself, but it was part of his scent, so you didn’t mind so much, just as long as he was there, letting you comfort him as best you could. His hand wrapped around yours, bringing it up to his mouth to place a firm kiss to your palm, then placing it back upon his chest where it seemed most at home.

“How do you think I feel when you leave?” you asked. “Always feels like… Like I’m missing something. Feels wrong when you’re gone.”

He raised an eyebrow, playfully skeptical of that statement. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, snuggling closer to him as you practically squeezed the breath out of him. “Who else is going to get rid of the cockroaches?”

He scoffed as he thought back to all the times you screamed his name, and him bolting towards you from another room, knives or fists prepared to strike only for the source of your abject terror to be from a relatively large roach or spider. Despite his grumbling, he’d always “save you” from the “intruder,” and, per yours and Robin’s insistence, simply transport the creature outside using a glass and a piece of paper.

He didn’t really mind, though. You hated the idea of “creepy crawlies” inside your house, so if Daryl could make you that much more comfortable in your own home, he’d relocate every cockroach and spider that ever dared cross your path, and if you asked him to spare its life, he’d never dream of killing it.

“That’s all I’m good for, huh? Gettin’ rid of roaches? S’why you still keep me around?”

“Of course not,” you replied. “I also like your foot massages.”

A crooked smirk broke out onto his face, causing you to giggle in satisfaction that you had made the stoic man smile once again. Somewhere in your unconscious mind, you were sure you had a tally sheet going, keeping track of every time you brought him even a modicum of happiness.

“You still takin’ the horses out there?” he asked, inquiring about the run you and Lydia had been planning to go on today.

“Mhm,” you said. “Why?”

He stiffened a little. “Just… dunno what scares me more, you goin’ out there to begin with, or you out there on a horse.”

You rolled your eyes, though you weren’t entirely confident on a horse, to be fair. “I think I’ve got a better track record on horses than some people I know.”

“I ain’t never gonna live that down, am I?”

“Not with all the worry you put through,” you replied. “You know, that was the first time I thought I almost lost you.” In a strange way, you almost smiled at the memory, as it was just the beginning of a long ten years of worrying about that man. “When Rick and Shane were dragging you towards the farmhouse, I felt… sick, like every part of my body was aching. I’d never seen your blood before. Never seen you hurt before. Never… cared so much. About anyone. Not like that.”

He freed one arm from your hug and wrapped it around your back, squeezing you closer as his hand gently rubbed your back up and down.

“It hurts to care,” he said. “What makes ya so strong, how much you care. About everyone, everything. Think you and me care a little too much sometimes.”

You chuckled under your breath as you played with the top button of his shirt, and eyed the sparse chest hairs you loved so much.

“You said I was fragile,” you replied.

He shook his head. “Just on the outside. You’re so… sweet, sometimes I forget how tough you are.”

“I’m not tough,” you argued. “Never been tough, or brave. I don’t know what I am.”

He lifted your chin to place a long, steady kiss on your lips, and spoke softly as he pulled away.

“You’re an angel,” he said. “And you’re a badass. Just ‘cause ya don’t always show it don’t mean it ain’t true. I see it everyday. Every little thing you do… Everything you do for them girls, tryin’ to give them a good life, lookin’ out for ‘em… Everything you do for me, how ya put up with my shit.”

You furrowed your brow and laughed. “What shit? I don’t put up with any shit. I mean, not your shit, anyway. You don’t have any shit for me to put up with, Daryl.”

“Could be better for you,” he said seriously. “Always could be better for you.”

You sighed and shook your head. “There’s nothing you could do that would make me any happier than you already make me, or make me love you more than I already do.” His head lowered once again, and just before he was about to say another word, you cupped his cheek and forced his eyes back to you.

“No man has ever done half of what you’ve done for me,” you continued. “You’re everything I have ever wanted, ever since I was a little kid. You know, my mom told me I should find someone who makes a lot of money, so I could stay at home, pop out five kids, and be happier than she was.”

You laughed at the idea, and how, in a way, you fulfilled a part of her dreams for you. You had a child (three, if one were to count Lydia and Dog), you had a nice house, and you had a husband. Granted, Daryl wasn’t anything like the hypothetical man she created in her head, but he was better. He was Daryl. Your Daryl.

“All I ever wanted was someone who cared about me, who didn’t make me feel… weak… stupid… insecure. You make me feel worthy, like I mean something. So don’t ever say you could be any better than you are right now, because you’re the best part of this big, mean, ugly world we live in. Okay?”

He smiled, that sweet, shy, boyish smile that undermined whatever brash, stoic image he tried to portray. He couldn’t pretend to be that around you, though. Something about you always made him wear his heart on his sleeve.

His hands tangled in your hair as he dreamily studied your face, eyes a little clouded and lips slightly agape in wonder. He marveled at the woman before him, searching every nook and cranny of your face to find the answer to the question he asked from day one: what the hell does she see in me?

“Say okay, cutie pie,” you laughed.

He slightly shook his head, drifting back to reality with the sound of your adorable snort.

“Okay, cutie pie,” he said.

As soon as Lydia awoke and you both had your rations, you sent off Daryl, dropped Robin off with Aaron, and prepared two horses to take on the journey.

The destination was a grain processing plant, not a day’s ride out on horseback. It had been relied upon for scavenging before, primarily as a last resort when food was scarce during the winters, but it was mid-August now, and winter had seemingly come much sooner with the advent of the horde.

Knowing the place well yourself, having gone along with Daryl on a few excursions during those hard winters, you were the best person for the job, as everyone else was either busy keeping the walls intact, or going on the run to Meridian with Maggie and Daryl.

Lydia desperately wanted to help, and despite your insistence that she stay and help at home, you couldn’t persuade the teenager. Besides, you needed the company.

“There’s a small town a few miles further,” you said, riding alongside Lydia, the horses’ hooves clip-clopping on the old backroad that ran through the woods. You were only halfway there, but the horses were already getting tired, and you were, too. You weren’t sure if it was the little food in your system or just the fact that you weren’t as spry as you once were, now being in your mid-30’s, but you had to admit a rest sounded nice. “We can stop there for a little bit, let them rest.”

“Is it safe?”

You nodded as you took a swig of water from your canteen, holding the rein of your horse in your other hand. “Mhm. Daryl and I stopped there before. It’s been a long time but it should be fine.”

You smiled to yourself, remembering the time you shared together in a particular house in that abandoned town some four years ago. A winter storm had forced you both to stop for the night, and Daryl had found a few bottles of rum in the pantry. It was already quite chilly, but the sweet, golden liquor was enough to warm you, as well as how tight Daryl held you.

Hours of talking endlessly about hopes and dreams for your family, your then two-year-old daughter, somehow morphed into raucous laughter and stories from his life before that Daryl had told you several times, but never failed to captivate you.

Drunk on rum and enchanted by each other’s bodies as they moved midst the shadows of night, he made love to you on a dusty sofa, the kind of wild and delirious love that brought a wide grin to your face just thinking about it.

“(Y/N)?”

You took in a deep breath as you removed yourself from the intoxicating memory. “Yeah?”

She smirked at you, then broke out into a giggle. “You already miss Daryl, huh?”

You let out an exaggerated scoff. “No,” you lied. “I’ll have you know, I am a strong, independent woman.”

Lydia raised her eyebrow, and quickly you crumbled, bursting out into a laugh. “Of course I miss him,” you clarified. “But the most important thing right now is bringing some food back home as soon as we can, so that’s what we’re doing.” You nodded your head as if to convince yourself.

Several beats of silence passed, the clopping of hooves the only sound to speak of, until you spoke up again.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

She sent a small smile your way. “No problem.”

It was around noon when you reached the town, just one downtown strip and a few off-roads where some housing developments were built not long before the fall. It was a place that could’ve been like Alexandria, if someone had built the walls. Now, it was just a ghost town.

You led Lydia and the horses to the house you knew was safe, and tied the horses’ reins to a fence post in the overgrown front yard before feeding them. After clearing the house, you plopped yourself onto the sofa beside Lydia, digging into your pack to dig out the M.R.E.’s you brought.

“Hate these things,” you said, tearing yours open and inspecting the vacuum-sealed food inside. “But it’s better than nothing.”

Lydia slowly chewed on her food, savoring each bite. “How long do you think we have? I mean, until the food back at home runs out?”

“From the run yesterday?” you asked, to which Lydia nodded. “About a week. But that’s why we’re out here, to bring back more. Trust me, we’ve bounced back from worse than this.”

You weren’t really sure if that was true, but you had to believe it. So did Lydia, if you two were going to get to that mill.

“Like what?”

You swallowed your food and dusted the crumbs off your hands. “Mmm… Well, there was that time we ran into a group of cannibals. That was pretty bad. Um… Oh, before we found Alexandria, we were out on the road, starving. For… I don’t know… a few weeks. Almost a month, maybe. We got so desperate, we ate these dogs—”

You stopped yourself, realizing that was a rather gruesome story. “Ahem, well, I’m sure that won’t happen again,” you tried to assure her. “It’ll be good. We’ll figure it out. I know it. Might not be easy, but we’ll get there.”

She fell silent then, looking down at her knees and pushing a strand of long, dark hair behind her ear as she chewed her bottom lip. “It just feels like… Like I could’ve done more to stop it.”

“Hey,” you sighed, scooting closer to her as you set aside your very dry M.R.E. “You did stop it. You helped lead that herd off the cliff, for crying out loud. You did more than anyone ever expected from you. And besides, you’re family, remember? You’ve got a place with us.”

Lydia was silent again, but eventually looked your way with that accepting look in her eye, the one you knew meant she heard what you were saying.

You smiled and reached behind you to pick up the last of your M.R.E. “Take it,” you said, extending the package out to her, and jutting it towards her when she looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Go on. You’re a growing girl,” you laughed. “You need it more than me.”

Lydia shook her head and pushed your hand back towards you. “Daryl told me before we left that if you offer me extra food, say no.”

“What?” you laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”

“He’s worried about you, (Y/N)... I am, too.”

“I’m fine,” you assured her. “It’s just… I’m low on energy, that’s all. But I’ll be fine. We should get going in a few minutes.”

“But you seem a little worse than everyone else,” she said. “Are you okay?”

You tilted your head and smiled at her concern. “Lydia, I told you I’m—”

You weren’t at all expecting four burly men to kick down the front door of the house, nor were you expecting them to have shotguns in their hands, but they did, and in an instant, you were throwing your body against the back of the couch, flipping it over with all your might and using it as a shield for the two of you as a few bullets started raining down, penetrating the underside of the couch cushions and sending tufts of feathers floating in the air.

“Shit,” you grunted under your breath, procuring your ice axe (“old reliable,” as you called it) and two of Daryl’s second hand throwing knives from your belt. Lydia reached for her fighting stick and looked at you for guidance, all while the men’s heavy footsteps trudged in through the door.

“Don’t shoot!” you called out, not sure of what else to do. You assumed perhaps these men had taken residence here, and had seen the horses outside the house. In the back of your mind, you only hoped they had spared the horses, or that they hadn’t run off in fear. You needed those horses to get to the grain factory by the end of the day, and get back home before sundown tomorrow. “We’re leaving! We don’t mean any harm!”

“How many are you?” one of the men asked.

“Just two,” you replied, panting as you caught your breath from the excitement. “We’re going to stand up now, and you’re going to let us leave.”

You hesitated, waiting for a response.

“Come on out,” said one of the other men after a few moments of tense silence. “Real slow.”

You sheathed your axe and your knives, and gestured to Lydia to do the same with her stick. She shook her head vehemently, eyes wide with paranoia. “Just do it,” you whispered. “Trust me.”

You knew from experience, and common sense, that when coming across other groups, rare as it was these days, it was best practice to make yourself look as least threatening as possible so you had a better chance of getting out of the situation alive. They would be more willing to trust you, even pity you, if you held your hands in surrender, showing that you weren’t looking for a fight, and truly, you weren’t. The fact that you were both women, you assumed, could perhaps be used to your advantage, too. But then again, there was also a chance it could make things ten times worse, depending on the morality of the group before you.

You stood first, slowly turning around with your hands in the air. The four men were disheveled, of course, but they looked more or less normal. You wondered, indeed, how they had guns, considering ammo was extremely hard to come across these days. Your own group had largely done away with using guns shortly after the war against the Saviors, not only because ammunition was running low, and it was hard to find resources to make more bullets, but because of how loud they were. Truly, you were worried about walkers hearing the sound, and being lured to this once essentially walker-free town. Time was of the essence—you had to get out of there.

You gently kicked at Lydia’s leg, urging her to stand with you. The men eyed you suspiciously, not leaving any inch of your body unstudied.

Finally, Lydia stood, her stick strapped to her back once again, and her hands slowly raising to mimic yours, though she was much less inclined to do so.

When the men fell quiet, looking at each other with faces you couldn’t quite discern, you began to speak again.

“We didn’t know this place was occupied,” you said, trying to sound as innocent and amiable as possible. You assumed if you even made your voice sound more high-pitched that the men would be more inclined to let you go. They’d, hopefully, pity you in your perceived feminine fragility. “We were on our way somewhere, and we just stopped to rest. We’re going now.”

If the men didn’t have guns in their hands, all of them pointed directly at you, you would’ve started moving, but they still seemed on the offensive. You started to lose patience, wishing they’d at least say something.

“So are you going to keep pointing those things at us or are you going to let us walk out of here?”

The foremost man did lower his weapon, while the others kept them held up high, their sights trained on either you or Lydia.

“Two women out here on their own?” he asked. “Unlikely. Where are the rest of your people?”

“Our people are dead,” you replied. The general rule of thumb when encountering potential enemies was to lie about the location and details of your settlement. “We lost them a month ago when our settlement was burned down. We’re alone.”

“That’s a shame,” the man replied. “Where were you on your way to?”

You didn’t like the use of the word were.

“A grain processing plant,” you said honestly this time. As a naturally bad liar, you found over the years that the best way for you to lie convincingly was to omit the truth, or tell some of the truth, and only lie when absolutely necessary. Even then, it wasn’t entirely untrue that your settlement hadn’t burned down about a month ago, since the Hilltop was lost around that time. Of course, that wasn’t your settlement, but it was close enough to home to ring true. “We’re looking for food.”

As your eyes flitted around to get a good look at the men, you quickly realized you didn’t like the way they were looking at you and Lydia. One seemed to absentmindedly lick his lips, and another had darkened, narrowed eyes that were gazing far too indulgently up and down your body.

You have got to be shitting me, you thought.

It was terrifying, and reminiscent of a look you had once seen before, on the first man you ever killed.

“Lay down your weapons,” the head man said with a nod.

You looked between the other men, still holding their guns. “Why?”

The head man chuckled under his breath, and raised his own gun. “Because I’ll shoot you in your pretty face if you don’t.”

Lydia reached for her stick on her back, glaring down the closest man, who had inched his way over to her. One of the other men did the same on your side, but you were quick to stop Lydia from irrationally hitting the man, who had the advantage in that he was wielding a gun.

“Just do it,” you told her, reluctantly tugging your axe and your knives from your utility belt and letting them drop to the floor beside you.

Lydia’s nostrils flared as she dropped her stick and her knives and raised her hands to match yours again.

“Can we go now?” she asked.

The head man chuckled again, slinking slowly towards Lydia, eying her like a piece of meat and sending a heatwave of belligerence through you, igniting your blood like gasoline as an intense shade of red bloomed upon your face. As tired and out of it as you were, you wanted to drive the blade of your axe through that man’s head more than you wanted even a single serving of food in your empty belly.

He dropped his gun and closed in on Lydia, as the other men circled around the two of you in the center of the dilapidated living room. If there weren’t three guns on you, you would’ve chopped his hand off for touching Lydia the way he did, lifting her chin with one hand and caressing her cheek with the other.

She flinched at the feeling, and instinctively reached for a knife that wasn’t there, but one of the other men cocked his gun and shoved it closer to her head before she could even do anything.

A sinister smile creeped on his dirtied face, and you didn’t really care at that point if you got shot, because the only thing on your mind was keeping that man away from Lydia.

You tried to lunge forward, and if you would’ve tackled him like you planned, you were sure you’d bite a chunk out of his neck, but one of the other men got to you first, snaking his arm around you and now holding his gun to your head.

The head man laughed at your movement, now turning his attention towards you as he walked your way.

He let out a whistle, eying you once again as you wriggled in the other man’s arms. Still, the cold steel against your forehead wasn’t enough to cool down the fire raging inside you. You knew now exactly what these men wanted, and that they weren’t going to let you go.

There wasn’t a question about what they had planned to do to you and Lydia. Maybe they’d leave you for dead afterwards, or kill you themselves, but that darkness in their eyes was among the most evil things you’d ever seen, and you’d seen it before.

It was an evil too many men were capable of, an evil that still haunted you in your nightmares, even as you slept in the arms of a man you knew would never hurt you like that. What had nearly happened to you almost ten years ago now at the prison was enough to imprint upon you the fear that someday, he would come back.

Of course, you killed him, so he couldn’t come back. He was dead, along with everything that you knew about him, but you saw him now, standing in front of you, eying you in that same way that you didn’t quite understand before he tried to force himself on you. Now, you knew that look—evil.

“Momma bear, huh?” he asked. “You look a little young to be her mother.” He gestured back to Lydia.

You swallowed hard and raised your chin, looking the much taller man in the eye and not wavering for a second, no matter how much you just wanted to break down and cry. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Not by blood,” you said sternly. “But if you lay another finger on her, I will slice you open, and while you’re still alive, I’ll strangle you with your intestines until the light leaves your eyes and that stupid smirk on your face goes with it.”

“Ooo,” he said in mock fear. “Man, I’m gonna have a hard time tryin’ to decide which of you lovely ladies I’m gonna take first. Was gonna have a good time with your little… friend over there…” He looked lasciviously towards Lydia again, causing you to let out a low growl. “But now, think I might go for Mommy here.”

He moved around quickly to frisk you, groping your curves and lifting your arms as he patted you down, his fingers getting a little too close to your breasts as he did so.

His rough jostling must’ve lodged one of the Polaroids you were keeping in your coat pocket, as it cascaded down onto the floor by your foot.

This caught his attention, and as he lifted the photograph of Daryl and Robin on the beach at Oceanside to his eyes, he let out a loud chortle.

“Who’s this?”

Your jaw clenched as you debated whether to answer him at all. “My family,” you said.

He turned serious, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, his face just an inch or so from yours. “Thought you said your people were dead?”

“I lied,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

He let go of your face with a painful jostle, and looked back down at the photograph in his hands. “This your husband? He looks like a pussy.”

You huffed, and answered only by saying, “Screw you, prick.”

The gun was shoved harder against your skull, and the weapon cocked as you flinched from the pain.

“(Y/N)!” cried Lydia, who was now in the grasp of one of the other men, similarly with a gun to her head.

“You better answer me,” said the head man. “Or I’ll be real rough on your girl here. Might not make it out alive. You sure as hell won’t when I’m done with you, Momma Bear.”

You huffed and faced him again with as stoic a face as you could manage. You knew now that the only solution for now was to buy more time to think of a plan to get out of this, so you did.

“That’s my husband,” you said. “And when I don’t get back home, he’ll find you. You can run and hide like the cowards that you are, but he’ll never stop looking, and he’ll find you, and when he does, he’ll string you up and skin you alive like prey, then he’ll keep you alive till the last possible second just to tear you apart, bit by bit, until there’s nothing left… So do whatever you want to me, but you let her go.”

The man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again as he dropped the Polaroid to the floor. “Well, shit,” he said. “I think I made up my mind.”

You eyed him closely as he made his way back over to Lydia, struggling in the other man’s arms. “I’m gonna screw her,” he said, pointing to the young girl, “and make Mommy watch. Then send you on home to your little family, maybe rough you up a bit first, make our mark, for your pussy husband to see. We’ll see how it goes. Sound good, gentlemen?”

He was answered with shattered glass, and a tomahawk lodged in his head.

The two men holding you and Lydia froze, while the third looked around frantically to find the source of the flying axe. While you were just as dumbfounded as them, it was the perfect opportunity to escape.

Lydia looked your way, and you nodded to her, hoping she’d understand that now was the time to fight.

Before the head man’s knees even hit the ground, you turned swiftly to twist the man’s wrist and wrestle the gun from his hands. He shot a few bullets at the ceiling as you elbowed his nose, sending him back and giving you ample time to shoot him directly in the face.

You tried to make your way over to help Lydia in her struggle against the man holding her, but the other man left standing shot at you, grazing your arm as you hid behind the toppled over couch, where your axe and knives had been dropped.

Taking one of Daryl’s throwing knives in your hands, you only hoped you would be able to do his training justice, but you were still a novice at the practice, and had only so far taken out walkers with throwing knives.

Still, it was now or never, and it was the only projectile weapon you had. Gripping the edge blade with your fingers the way Daryl had taught you, you took a millisecond to aim and slung the knife over the couch. To your surprise, and elation, the knife perfectly hit the man’s torso, sending him backwards as he fired a few last shots in vain.

Your attention quickly turned back to Lydia, who had wrestled her way from the strong man’s grasp, but was struggling to get the gun out of his hands. He pushed her back then, her body hitting the wall behind her with a thud.

Before he could aim his gun and take his shot at Lydia, you picked up another throwing knife, and this time, it lodged deep into the back of his head.

Yes! you thought to yourself, though you were also thinking about how bad that graze on your arm felt. You’d had worse, though.

You immediately ran over to Lydia, checking her body for any injuries and cupping her face to see if she was conscious. “Lydia? Hey…”

Her eyes blinked slowly, and she flinched for a moment when she remembered where she was.

“It’s—it’s okay,” you assured her. “We’re okay.”

Lydia took a deep breath, and for a moment, she only looked at you, wide-eyed and lips quivering as tears began to trail down her soft, young cheeks.

You took her hands in yours and helped stabilize her, bringing her up to her feet and checking her again for any wounds you might’ve missed.

She didn’t let you look for long, though, because before you knew it, her arms were wrapped tight around you, squeezing you and crying into your shoulder.

You sighed and held her, too, crying a little yourself, but trying to stay strong for her. She needed it, after going through that. It was a close call, and if a minute or two had gone by before that tomahawk came through the window, you were sure it would’ve been a lot worse.

Wait a minute, you thought. What the hell was that?

The front door creaked open, and you quickly maneuvered Lydia until she was behind you, dislodging your knife from the back of the last man as you did so, and holding it ready to launch as the door opened slowly.

“Who are you?!” you bellowed.

Along with the light coming in from outside was a young man, maybe in his early twenties. He peered in cautiously, taking in the sight of the massacre of the four men. He raised an eyebrow at something on the floor before him, and you realized then that the man you flung a knife into the stomach of was still alive, writhing on the floor in pain.

The young man moved slowly, his eyes flitting between you and the last man left alive. Tearing the tomahawk from the first man’s head, he crashed it into the head of the last man, killing him instantly.

You kept your knife aimed at him, ready to throw it if he moved any closer.

“Who are you?” you asked again. “What do you want?”

He slotted his tomahawk into his utility belt, and raised his hands up with a huff.

“Billy,” he said matter-of-factly. “And nothing.”

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A Goodbye Letter

This is for all the Internet people that I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know for the past couple of months. Or who I have enjoyed and will miss even though they don’t know me all that well.

Also for those of you who don’t know, I go by (newblood40) on some other sights.

@rheawritesforfun I hope you keep enjoying your fanfictions and your art and I wish you luck at your job and Uni. You’re the reason why I got kickstarted on writing TMNT fanfiction to begin with so thanks for that.

@digitl-art-monstr You’ve been a blast to talk with. You’re very encouraging and sweet and I wish you the best of luck with your art and writing.

@fluffytriceratops I wish we could have gotten to know each other more. Life hasn’t been easy for you but you’re amazing for standing your ground and trying to find a way to make life more like life to you. I wish you well.

@thelaundrybitch We didn’t get to know each other all that well either, but I can tell you’re a fun and bubble-y person. I still love that little fanfic that you wrote for me. Thank you for your time.

@theitalianratmonkie I’m going to miss our banters. Me calling you cute. You hissing at me for it. It’ll never not make me smile. Thanks for being such a trooper. I wish you luck on your artistic future. (Edit: Thank you so much for the demon fursona! She’s so cute!)

@animemoonprincess Hey. I’m sorry life has been getting you down more than usual. We don’t know each other all that well, but I’m always rooting for you. Your stories always bring a smile to my face and your AMV’s are banger.

@swagginmun I’m going to miss your streams. You always make your streams feel like a second community. Like going to a gay café instead of a gay bar. Gay cafés should really exist. Thanks for all the laughs and your exuberance and your passion and just for being. Good luck with season 4 with out me.

@ninja-knox-ur-sox-off Hey, man. Keep simping for WishfulVixen’s art for me. I won’t be able to watch any of her streams in the future. I also hope you get plenty of rest. It’s hard getting tired of something that you love. I’ll miss your comics and fanfiction man. Stay sane.

@skellebonez We don’t really talk all that much, but just know that I read your fanfictions religiously and I’ve bookmarked a few for easy access and not just to reblog. Your writings give such life to me and I’m going to miss what new works you’ll do in the future. Good luck, guy.

@bones-of-a-rabbit Hey, we don’t talk all that much, but I appreciate the time I’ve gotten to have with you and everyone else on the discord Space Ace. Your art is so sweet and so expressive and sometimes scary. I wish you luck on your fanfic and on your girlfriend’s fanfic. Thank you for your time and for letting me in the community.

@spaciebabie I will miss your crazy ass. You are the Internet gremlin I hope to be one day. Your art is amazing and your humor is top notch. I wish I could keep seeing more of you. Thank you for being another reason why I smile.

@bamsara Yo. You don’t know me. If you do, you probably remember me from me trying to ask if I would use your Chika picture of Chika taking a screen shot of y/n in Sun’s arms. Anyways, thanks for all that you are. You’re the main reason why I even started writing my first FNAF fanfiction. Thanks for the inspiration and I hope you keep enjoying your art and writing.

@paper-lilypie You’re the second reason why I started writing my first FNAF fanfiction. Your art is so good and I love your writing. If your art and writing could be condensed into a candy they’d be lemon drops. My fav type of candy. Anyways, I’ll miss seeing where you’ll go with your story and art. I wish you well.

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I think that’s everyone... Or well, everyone that I feel like has hit me in some way. There’s even more people who I’m going to miss, but a lot of you have inspired me to be me. To just do what makes me happy or you’ve inspired me to create and to enjoy.

Yah, some of you are probably thinking, but we didn’t even talk all that much. Or, I don’t even know who you are. Or, how did I inspire you, we barely know each other.

And that’s what I think is so scary and amazing about the Internet. Sure, since we’re all looking at a screen, it’s easy to think we don’t affect each other all that much, but we’ve put little pieces of ourselves on here.

I liked all your pieces that you all have shown, and they still make me smile. And once I’m back from my two years over sea, I’m sure you’ll have even more people that think the same.

Thank you. All of you.