#wonder what the story is with that bruise tho

[frnkiebby]

I'm uhm. uhm. UHMMMM. i love these photos and I feel weird for it but whatever 🥲

I MEAN i know where you’re coming from, dw lmao.

i do feel so fucking bad for Frank tho esp in that second one, bc having that severe of a reaction to mosquito bites is HORRIBLE (trust me i know bc it happens to me just like that and i fucking hate it)~🎃

[merakiui]

Ahhhh I’m loving the Skully wave, it’s so funny to see how fast you folded for him, not that I’m complaining tho (thankfully he’s nothing like Gojo) He just fits into so many thoughts that are basically either him matching your freak or out freaking you.

Incoming ramble but Ik we talked about prisoner Floyd but what about prisoner Skully? Unlike Floyd, Skully isn’t that intimidating but acc fairly easy to talk to, at least when you first meet him. Torn between Skully being a perceived as a petty criminal, even on paper, but is acc a master manipulator; his story goes that he was a lonely kid and unfortunately got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was forced to go along with their schemes, and was ultimately arrested and found guilty by association but recurved a lighter punishment, but in reality he manipulated those fools and got a slap on the wrist compared to them. Orrrr going a more simpler route and having him just being regarded as a dangerous criminal from the get go. Maybe you’re a prison nurse and it’s become such a common site to see him brought onto the medical unit all bloody and bartered, yet still maintaining his strange but otherwise pleasant demeanour, so much so that you wonder what he did to end up in prison; you prefer not to read up on your patient’s crimes so that you may not develop any biases that may affect your work. But with Skully your conflicted with “trusting” what he says, and what everyone else, including your gut, is telling you that’s a bad idea.

There’s definitely horny thoughts somewhere here but I got too caught up in the idea and the specifics…as another anon has said work your magic

I folded so quickly for him it’s almost embarrassing, but I simply can’t resist his whimsical charms. He’s so silly goose cutie pie. <3 my most beloved!!! \(//∇//)\

Now as for prisoner Skully…….. >:) ooohhh,, I love the idea of Skully being underestimated solely because he’s so polite and outgoing when interacting with the other officers and prisoners. And he has such a kind face! There’s no way someone like him could ever commit a heinous crime, right? But his sentencing doesn’t lie, nor does the prison jumpsuit he wears.

Every time he comes to you, battered and bloody, he takes your hand in his bruised one and kisses the top of it, calling you all manner of wonderful endearments. He’s particularly fond of calling you “my lovely.” He’s definitely a…unique prisoner. He’s usually on such good behavior, too. It’s the other prisoners who rough him up on account of his being “too creepy.” Though Skully’s smile is sincere, you have to wonder how such a cordial man managed to unnerve so many prisoners. ^^;;; perhaps a dark side you’ve yet to see?

Horny thoughts…… something something Skully somehow manages to drug you on one of his many infirmary visits. Maybe you’re in a secluded room and he’s swiped the muscle relaxant intended for his injuries and used it on you so you’re weak and pliable for him. >:) AAAA but there’s also the idea of Skully intentionally harming himself just so he has a reason to visit you. Perhaps blaming his rough state on those prisoners. They just don’t understand him. :( they’re always hurting him. And you feel just a little bad. He reminds you of a kicked puppy when he’s like this, but that same seemingly weak, defenseless kicked puppy is drugging you and shutting the curtain to the infirmary bed so he can lay you down and have his way with you. :) that’s the best cure, after all.

And then, if he’s just a dangerous criminal from the beginning, perhaps serial killer Skully on death row and he’s really excited for his execution date. Or he was until he fell in love with you and now he doesn’t want death to separate the two of you. >_<

[satansamwriting]

I absolutely loved your raiden x male chaosrealmer reader and I was wondering if I could get something similar to that but with Shang tsung buts it’s Shang tsung trying to get the male readers attention all the time with fights and chaos?

MK1 Shang Tsung with a M!chaosrealmer

I'm really happy you enjoyed the Raiden story! I hope you enjoy this one as well!

I'm using a mixed version of Shang Tsung from the new game and Mk11. Mostly for the claws tho.

The timeline here follows loosely the story of Mk1.

Warning : Blood, description of gore, sexual innuendo.

Disclaimer: English ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologized for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

“Your soul is mine”

Laughter travelled around the flesh pit. Battered and bruised, (Y/n) kneeled on the bloodied floor amongst discarded limbs of previous victims. A draft of putrid smell filled his nostrils, making him nauseous.Neon green shackles restrained his wrist, the chains rooted in the rocky ground. Before him stood his captor, the sorcerer known as Shang Tsung.

“Escape is futile, you won’t make it out of here”

Grinning from ear to ear, the chaosrealmer tilted his head slightly. His eyes never-blinking bored into the sorcerer. He could practically smell the uneasiness coming from the other.

Cocky little sorcerer, he should never underestimate a chaosrealmer. Under the cautious eyes of Shang Tsung, (Y/n) raised from the ground. The skin near his shoulders stretched with the pull of the shackles. In a sickening crunch, both arms fell. It was as if the chaosrealmer had shed his own arms. Shang Tsung grimaced under such a crude and gory display. Kicking a severed head nearby toward the sorcerer, he sneered at the disgusted look on his face. From a fraction of second, the sorcerer’s hold on his magic faltered, thus giving the opportunity for (Y/n) to reattach his arms now freed from the shackles. Aware of his mistakes, Shang Tsung used his magic to counter block the incoming punch. From deep inside the flesh pit, a prisoner howled.

The chaosrealmer proved to be a difficult adversary for the sorcerer. Erratic and unpredictable, Shang Tsung struggled to block the incoming attacks from him. However, the sorcerer grew more and more fascinated with (Y/n) ability to dismember any of his limbs on command.

Shang Tsung inexperience in close kombat gave the chaosrealmer the upper hand. In a matter of time, the sorcerer found himself knocked on the ground, his vision wavering.

“As much as I’d love to stick around, you bore me sorcerer.” Waving mockingly at the fallen man, (Y/n) threw a torso his way for good measure before escaping the retching place.

******

Roaming around the street of Sun Do, (Y/n) enjoyed the chaotic lifestyle of the outworlders. Despite not being as much as in chaosrealm, he found comfort in it nonetheless. Talks of the tournament floated around everywhere he went. Some were impressed by the strength of the Earthrealmer champion while others were displeased that Outworld lost once again. A real shame (Y/n) had been stuck in that nasty prison during the event.

Bustling with colourful stands, he marched down the marchants road. As he was inspecting merchandise from an old man, (Y/n) straightened up, alert. He felt a burst of chaos somewhere near. Leaving a very confused old man behind, the chaosrealmer let his sense guide him toward what he expected was to be a fun time. Imagine his disappointment when, upon entering a small forest surrounding the town, his eyes fell on the sorcerer. Unable to contain the groan from escaping his lips, his eyes met Shang Tsung’s.

“ Of course, of all the people in Outworld, it had to be you.”

Laying beside the sorcerer's feet were two lifeless bodies. More bones than skin, the bodies were unrecognisable. Shang Tsung wasn’t lying when he said he’d take someone's souls, (Y/n) came to realise.

Green shackles appeared around his wrist, yanking him forward. The sorcerer seemed pleased with himself, for a reason unknown to (Y/n). Perhaps Shang loved seeing him on his knees.

“Had I known how easy you’d be to capture, I would have done this a long time ago.”

Rolling his eyes at the smug face the sorcerer, (Y/n) took hold of the chains connected to the shackles. Perhaps this time, the kombat would be more interesting than the last one.

Pulling himself up with the help of the chains, (Y/n) brought his head against the sorcerer’s. Joy spread inside him as heard a cracking noise on impact.

“You make chaos boring Shang.” Watching as the green shackles evaporated in a puff of smoke, (Y/n) was tempted to leave, boredom already seeping through his bones.

A stream of curses left Shang Tsung's mouth as blood flowed down his broken nose. Rolling on the muddy ground to evade a burst of green magic, (Y/n) ripped his left arms apart. Using the limb as a weapon, the chaosrealmer smacked the sorcerer across the chest.

"Blood looks good on you wūshī~" (Y/n) taunted. He was delighted to see his words having an effect on the other man. Weeks had gone by since their last kombat and frankly he could see some improvement from the sorcerer. Using his magic in unpredictable ways, faster reflexes when it came to blocking. Truly, Shang Tsung was full of surprises.

But alas, (Y/n) had better chaos to find somewhere else. Tackling the unsuspecting man, the chaosrealmer used the muddy ground in his favour.

He'd hate to admit, hours later once he was back in his mediocre living space, that he'd enjoy the kombat. Maybe the sorcerer wasn't that boring after all.

*******

Days passed without a single shred of chaos. Bored out of his mind, (Y/n) had decided to take a stroll around the living forest. There, he met with a peculiar group formed with earthrealmer, a demon from the Netherrealm, a tarkatan and a saurian.

Deciding they would do for now, (Y/n) joined their ragtag group under the weary black eyes of the demon. It proved to be a wonderful decision as the group kept finding themselves in chaotic situations.

During his time with them, he got to learn more about Ashrah and her quest to cleanse her soul, about Baraka and Syzoth tragic lost of their families and of the Earthrealmer ,(which names (Y/n) had already forgotten), being on a quest for Lord Liu Kang.

After an eventful night spent running along the streets of Sun Do, (Y/n) got to meet the god. The group, minus Baraka, had made their grand escape through a portal toward Earthrealm.

Shelter was politely offered for those who didn’t come from Earthrealm. The saurian and the demon accepted the offer but (Y/n) remained silent. His mind elsewhere.

“Something is troubling you?”

Noticing the unresponsive chaosrealmer, Liu Kang turned his attention to him.

“I am drawn to Chaos, big or small-" Arms crossed over his chest, (Y/n) glanced at the god. "-I can feel a high concentration of it somewhere within this realm.”

To his surprise, the god offered his help. Days later, after many nights of searching where the source of chaos was coming from, (Y/n) found himself inside a giant icy fortress.

Shivering from the cold, he marched further inside, his eyes inspecting the strange contraptions on each side as he did.

Riches like he had never seen before occupied the first room past the threshold.Barely able to fray himself a path through the cluster of gold coins and valuable objects, he dared to take one single coin as a souvenir.

His marvelling was cut short, however, when a voice came through in the distance.Ducking behind a pillar out of sight, he waited.Shortly after, a man dressed in yellow skedaddle passed him.

The man was pursued by others, who seemed unaware of the chaosrealmer presence. Except one. Back facing (Y/n), the warrior eyes scanned the room. Angered burned inside the chaosrealmer upon seeing who was blocking his escape route. Moving away from his cover, (Y/n) faced his enemy.

“Orderrealmer.” He spat venemously.

“Chaosrealmer.” Responded the other with as much disgust and haine as (Y/n).

Clattering noise filled the room. Objects scattered violently in a small explosion as the two kombatant threw one or the other across, unbothered by the valuables. A storm raged outside as if reflecting the conflict happening within the walls of the fortress. Neither cared, nor paid any thoughts on what was transpiring outside, far to absorbed into their own kombat.

“I love your new aesthetic, very chaotic “ (Y/n) taunted while waving his hand in front of his jaw in reference to the disfigured man.

Artefacts of a long deceased clan shattered underneath the weight of the chaosrealmer. Hidden amongst the rubble was a golden dagger. Red mixed with gold, staining the once immaculate riches. Moving only helped the blade sink deeper.

Havik stalked toward his downed enemy.Scarred tissues raised into a twisted smile.Havik straddled (Y/n), kicking an incrusted vase that was in the way. Wrapping his hands around (Y/n) throat, he squeezed.

Pain flared up his side, ripping out a horrible scream from his mouth. Flashes of gold moved before his eyes followed by a streak of blood. (Y/n) entangled his legs around Havik, flipping them over, grazing the tip of the blade over Havik’s chest.

Heavy breathing filled their ears as both fought for the dagger. Inches by inches, the blade sunk into Havik’s flesh, blood oozing as it descended. (Y/n) enjoyed the visceral scream of the other.

Further inside the fortress, sparks of neon green illuminated the stony walls. (Y/n)’s mind registered the attack once his back collided with the nearby wall. Grieving the loss of his new weapon, he rose on shaky feet.

"Do you believe me now?" Came the suave voice of a man (Y/n) was painfully familiar with.

Dustin himself off, the chaosrealmer sluggishly turned toward the sorcerer. Another man stood beside him. Someone (Y/n) vaguely remembered. Wasn’t he the man the earthrealmers had captured?

"I'm getting tired of you ruining my fun ruòzhě."

His previous fight had drained most of his energy which didn’t go unnoticed by the sorcerers.

Outside, the storm had settled. Whatever had happened beyond this chamber had ended.

Wordlessly, the other sorcerer approached the wounded orderrealmer, leaving Shang Tsung to do as he pleased.

This time, the kombat didn’t last long. Wounded and exhausted, (Y/n) caved under the magic of the sorcerer. Cold seeped through his clothes as Shao Tsung maintained him pinned against the frozen wall. Clawed fingers dunged around his throat, drawing little trinkets of blood from the marks.

“ I told you, escaping is futile.”

Unable to do anything, (Y/n) opted to roll his eyes instead. To be fair, he was quite enjoying the predicament he found himself in. It was thrilling if not arousing. Finally, the sorcerer had beaten him in kombat. Of course, the weakened state of the chaosrealmer had played an important part in the fight. He had missed the smug face of Shang.

“Yeah yeah my soul belongs to you or something like that..” He mocked, feeling the clawed fingers tighten their hold on his throat yet never applying enough pressure to strangle him.

"You're making chaos on purpose, aren’t you?"

The question hung in the air for a while, the sorcerer content in observing the defenceless chaosrealmer.

“What makes you think such a thing?” Chaos almighty, this man was still as pretentious as he used to be.

Hissing noise left (Y/n)’s mouth once his knees hit the ground.Seriously, Shang Tsung must have a thing for people kneeling in front of him. Regaining his mobility temporarily, the man brushed the tip of his fingers over the marks Shang had left on his throat.

“ You wouldn’t have said ‘do you believe me’ to your friend over there if you weren’t trying to lure me here.”

Humming contently, Shang Tsung slid his fingers underneath (Y/n)’s chin forcing the other man head upward. Both had forgotten the others within the room, their attention sullenly on each other.

“Perhaps you are right…after all you said so yourself-“ Leaning his face closer to (Y/n), Shang smirked. “Your soul is mine.”

[thesirenwithnovoice]

Thoughts about how different mediums of a same story may give you different views (and rambling about the Tower of Heaven)//TW: violence

Lately I've been wondering about how manga readers might have very different visions than anime watchers of a same story, because althought the plot remains the same, some little details can change our whole perception of a story.

This reminded me of the first time I read Fairy Tail and how terrified I was at how cruel and dark the Tower of Heaven's arc is.

Jellal's face (that by that time, were only an 11-years-old kid) drippling blood while being tortured shocked me so much as a kid and I still find it one of the most disturbing scenes in the manga, lol.

In the anime, the content itself is the same. We know the kids are slaves that go throught different kinds of abuse, however, I find the manga way gloomier and more graphic. And althought part of it might be just a personal opinion, it's not entirely without basis: Mashima uses different techniques in his art to represent facts whitin the story than the animators, and it leads to a topic I really love: semiotics - how we interpret images, and how detais can be used to convey a certain felling throught art.

Colors and composition helps A LOT creating an atmosphere and causing a feeling on the reader. Proportionally speaking, a manga doesn't have colors, but it has it's own alternatives - the Tower of Heaven arc, in comparison to the rest of the manga, uses a lot more black and hatching.

One can argue some scenes are still "visually darker" in the anime, since it has the advantage of being able to play with shadows and colors in a broader aspect; however, since Fairy Tail is not an anime that changes it's saturation or colour pallete, the loud colors in most scenes end up not helping building the same dreadful atmosphere.

(It doesn't mean you can't make a scary story using bright and colorful tones, tho. A great example is the movie Midsommar. But it's not an easy task!)

Erza's childhood memories in the manga also carry a "dirtier" feeling; the kids are always covered by bruises, and the background is rougher. Also, the anime chooses to represent slavery in a more fanciful way: the kids wear stylized handcuffs and are assaulted with magic attacks, what inevitably softens the scenes by distancing them from real life slavery.

In a story, an act of violence will always be more shocking if your brain is able to automatically make a connection with real life. Seeing blood conveys a feeling of disconfort easier than a character being hit by a wave of magic, even if the author tells you "this is painful"; that's why some people say they started to find difficult to watch horror movies involving kids after becoming parents, because after experenciating something in real life, they connect with fiction harder.

The above scene causes me very different feelings in each media. In the manga, the despair in Jellal's face when seeing they removed Erza's eye is much clearer, and his skinny body, his eyes filling up with tears (he doesn't cry in the anime) shows not only a feeling of worry, but of utter dread and helplessness. All that helps endorsing the fact that, doesn't matter how brave he is, they are still just fragile kids, unable to protect themselves from the cruelty of the world around them.

I want to make it clear, though, that this is not in any way meant to be a critique to the animation team, or an affirmation that one type of media is better than another. We all have our personal preferences, but each media has it's target audience and objective. Fairy Tail's animators certainly do know how to convey the same feelings on the public, they just choose not to, for a variety of reasons. Probably because the anime is aimed for a broader and younger audience, many scenes have been softened or censored somehow. Also, animation consumes more labour than a manga page, so unless you have a lot of time and investment, the art tend to be simpler.

So do you think it affects the plot, Siren?

In my opinion, yes, even if just in a subtle way. In the manga, I think this raw brutality helps Jellal's character to gain a more interesting complexity. To me, he feels less like a hero and more like what he actually is: just a really kind and brave kid trying his best to protect his friends.

Another major change they made in the anime was removing the ambiguity (something that happened more than once in Fairy Tail's adaptation, such as in the famous kiss scene), leaving clear since the beginning that Jellal was a victim of a mind controlling spell; while in the manga, until Urtear's confirmation at the end of the arc, we do not know for sure if he have been brainwashed or just convinced to adore Zeref.

And as much as I can see why some fans might hate it because it leaves room for people to see Jellal as a bad man, I (as someone who is not afraid of loving evil characters, heh), find it interesting and somehow enriching to the plot, because it gives the whole arc a reflection: is extreme suffering, specially at such an young age, capable of changing someone so much?

We are left questioning what did "Zeref" say, or do, that made him change so much. And having so many real life examples where despair has made people easy victims of manipulation throught faith or falling into extremist ideologies, after we seeing Jellal's pain and fragility in a tangible way, it's not that hard at all to understand how he went insane and managed to drag all the other slaves along with him.

Also, I think it makes it easier to understand Erza's empathy towards him. Jellal and Erza are characters connected not only by the affection they nourish for one another, but also for sharing the same pain. She is the only person that fully understands the horrors he lived in the tower, since they were the only kids that have been in the torture chamber. And althought she never tries to justify Jellal's actions, Erza does not only show him compreension, but she feels guilty for not being able to retribute his protection and prevented him from losing his mind.

That doesn't mean, tho, that there weren't many other clues he was not acting on free will: be it his grotesque change of personality, his hysterical laughter out of nowhere or his motivations that doesn't hold (because they were never his to begin with). To me, all that at first glance makes him closer to Batman's Joker, someone that grew insane after so much suffering, than a villain that's genuinely just plain selfish and thirsty for power. And that only makes me find him a creepier villain, since personally, I find sadism and insanity way scarier than ghosts.

So this is just a looong collection of thoughts about how small choices can change a lot the "feeling" we get from a scene or a character. I hope someone can find it interesting too. There are many other examples of adaptations where it happened, and if you remember one you'd like to share, I would love to hear!

Last but not less important, all the love for Mashima's art, the Tower of Heaven arc (that is a personal favorite) and Jellal, a character I deeply love and one that holds for sure the strongest spirit in the manga for being able to become such a kind and mature man despite everything he has been thought. ♡

[thesiltverses]

Hi Trawler crew!! I ofc had a question but want to start with saying that youre making such an amazing work!! Listened to silt verses right after finishing I am in Eskew and loved it immediatly and think your style really fits the work well. Really loving how the story develops and everyone is doing amazing from the sound to writing! As well as its a very good horror

Also was really entertaining considering i myself did find a river god and still am trying to find its ways to them(no humans sacrifices tho dw they dont like those) and appreciate their presence. Faulkner my boy.

But what i really came here for. English is not my first language and im truly learning it for four years tops(my lack of punctuation is like that in all languages i hardly get it) and i always enjoyed translating texts especually for friends who dont know english well. And i wondered if you could recommend some books/poems/whatevertexts that i could look into!! Besides i do trust your taste and would personally love to read them as well! Either way thanks for reading and hope everything goes well for everyone in the crew! Ur doing great

<3

Hi and thank you so much for listening! Work in English that you could translate - gosh, I don't know. I've been recommending Heaney a lot here recently and I'm happy to go back to that well for this, because the language is often simple and soft and yet every word falls heavy and careful with meaning and portent and so there'll be a lot to consider in how you choose to translate it.

If you want a real challenge, try one of my favourites, Riddley Walker, which is written in devolved post-apocalyptic English and so has endless puns and inversions of language that you'd have to grapple with.

The Grauballe Man

As if he had been poured

in tar, he lies

on a pillow of turf

and seems to weep

the black river of himself.

The grain of his wrists

is like bog oak,

the ball of his heel

like a basalt egg.

His instep has shrunk

cold as a swan's foot

or a wet swamp root.

His hips are the ridge

and purse of a mussel,

his spine an eel arrested

under a glisten of mud.

The head lifts,

the chin is a visor

raised above the vent

of his slashed throat

that has tanned and toughened.

The cured wound

opens inwards to a dark

elderberry place.

Who will say 'corpse'

to his vivid cast?

Who will say 'body'

to his opaque repose?

And his rusted hair,

a mat unlikely

as a foetus's.

I first saw his twisted face

in a photograph,

a head and shoulder

out of the peat,

bruised like a forceps baby,

but now he lies

perfected in my memory,

down to the red horn

of his nails,

hung in the scales

with beauty and atrocity:

with the Dying Gaul

too strictly compassed

on his shield,

with the actual weight

of each hooded victim,

slashed and dumped.

[sevikascaitvi]

« What am I here for? »

—— Caitvi, post s2 ep9.

The sun crippled into Caitlyn's bedroom lazily, the scent of rubbing alcohol invading Vi's nostrils as she stepped in.

Not that she hadn't spent the past ten hours pacing back and forth to check when Caitlyn was gonna wake up.

She knew that the doctor had mumbled some bullshit, like some sort of "she needs rest, I gave her sleeping pills", but Vi couldn't wait.

She wanted to talk to her, to mourn her sister and her dad with the one person she had left.

She wanted Caitlyn to hold her, and she wanted to hold her as well.

It was only when she could hear Caitlyn's voice attempting to let out some words, that she rushed to the side of the mattress.

"Caitlyn,"

She began, breathing heavily through her nose, almost to let out the stress that had bottled up until that moment. She saw the terror in her eye, the hands coming to touch what was blocking the view on her left one.

"Easy, easy, you can't touch that, cupcake."

Vi's voice slipped through the creases of silence broken only by Caitlyn's rugged breath, while the shorter girl grabbed her wrists and placed them back down.

"What happened?"

Caitlyn's voice stabbed at Vi's chest; nothing sounded like her. Like the woman she had fallen in love with.

She was scared, terrified.

A kind of terror Vi had swore she would've never let anyone she loved feel, not on her watch.

"Ambessa's dead, love."

Caitlyn's eyebrow rose; she knew Ambessa was dead, it was the nickname that stinged her.

"Love?"

She asked, Vi's cheeks catching fire almost, as she looked down, and Caitlyn couldn't help but chuckle, a silent note taken about picking her on that later.

"Sorry, anyway— Mel brought you here, you were hurt pretty bad, but she could keep Loris alive, no wonder how she did that with you as well."

"Maddie?"

That name hurt on Caitlyn's lips as much as it burned in Vi's chest. They had talked about it.

After their encounter in the bunker, Caitlyn had let the name of the person she'd seen slip out. Even tho Vi always took at least five minutes to remember the name associated with the face.

"what about her? she's fine"

Vi whispered, gritting her teeth and leaned back on her chair, scoffing, her arms crossing at her chest.

"She told her to shoot me,"

And that was enough for Vi to completely relax her eyebrows and eyelids.

"what—."

"She's with Ambessa, and— Violet!"

The thud of the chair - once it dropped for the way Vi had stood - made Caitlyn flinch, the cold air from the door flying open hitting her with the realization that probably she was gonna regret telling Vi that Maddie wasn't on their side before she was strong enough to hold her back.

"Violet!"

She called again, her act already reflecting on her senses, obliging her to lay back down and take deep, deep breaths.

Without Mel worrying about the people in Piltover, of course Maddie was outside the Kiramman's house with whoever apparently hadn't seen her betrayal on full display — more for Vi to get mad for.

Hands clenched in fists, it was like Maddie had seen that coming; the pink haired Zaunite was still covered in blood and bruises, had refused to leave Caitlyn's side, not trusting anyone next to her —and when Maddie saw her walking towards her, she only had enough strength to start walking backwards.

Funny how the slower she walked, the faster Violet seemed to be approaching her. As much as Maddie had adored her for her story, now fear was dripping down her forehead in liquid form — because Vi's eyes were empty, there wasn't anything except for rage, that was deductible more from the way she was breathing through her nostrils and the way her neck veins were swollen, than her actual expression.

Covered in dried blood, dirt and with her eyes redder than she'd ever admit, she made sure both her hands were ready enough for her to grab that obnoxious redhead, and give her what she deserved.

Revenge.

Now, it's not that Vi hadn't thought about being better, proving everyone that the place she came from meant nothing but oh well - she was gonna / fucking thank you / prove everyone wrong next time.

Maybe.

Probably as high on adrenaline as someone who just spent two hours on rollercoasters, or mouth-filled with the same anger she felt only once she'd realised her father was gone, it took her nothing to close the distance with- fuck, she had already forgotten her name again.

Ammy.

Teddy.

Kelly?

Nelly.

Merry?

Mary-

Abby. Yes, had to be Abby.

Closed the distance between them, Vi's fists clenched at the girl's uniform, lifting her from the ground not without a little groan for the effort and her muscles still sore.

"You tried to kill her!"

"Vi- I was following orders, I had to— I didn't have a choice-"

Maddie's voice came out shaky, a first fist flying in her direction - once her feet touched the ground again -, landing exactly on her cheek.

There weren't much people around the building, which was probably the best for Vi, not so much for Maddie; the timing and the coincidence of Maddie being here were presented to Vi like a cake on a silver plate. The mere thought of her being here to try to pay visit to Caitlyn coursed through her veins, gathering up rage until she could only see red.

The stumble she took had Violet taking advance of the girl's tripping, a kick to her shin as the redhead fell on her back, Vi's knee on her stomach.

Another punch landed on her nose, and Maddie really thought Vi would've stopped there.

But Violet? She was filled up with rage, remorse, grief, anger, her nerves so on edge she could've snapped any time and probably crawl back to Caitlyn's lap, crying.

The way she grabbed Maddie's cheeks with one hand and squeezed made her groan and cough up, her nose bleeding already.

It was quick, sudden, and after a second, Vi's face was inches away from Maddie's.

"I would've shot myself in the fucking mouth at any given command to even aim at the strands of hair out of her ponytail."

The comment made Maddie gasp in horror, her eyes swelling up with tears, her only resource now being the emotional pang of guilt.

"I did love her, I care about her, I was just-"

Before Maddie could finish the sentence, a pressure gripped at her throat, her eyes widening.

"Stop saying bullshit, stop fucking talking!"

The more Vi pressed on Maddie's throat, the more the girl's eyes widened, and it was useless her tapping on Vi's shoulder to loosen the grip.

Around them, a crowd of helpless spectators, because the Arcane Forbid anyone would mistakenly get into Vi's way.

"Violet!"

Caitlyn's voice echoed through the crowd; she had left her room. And damn, she looked like crap.

Now, Caitlyn hadn't exactly seen Vi beat up Maddie, but if she had to put two plus two with the way Vi had stormed out of the room, and her... aggressive way to handle feelings, it was an easy guess.

She took her time, slowly walking down the stairs, both of the women on the ground turning like deers in headlights.

"Would you let Maddie go, please?"

Caitlyn's voice was firm, but there was a hint of struggle in speaking, her hand covering the stitches on the hip stab Ambessa had given her just a couple days before.

Violet's grasp around Maddie's neck loosened.

"Maddie, that's your name, you useless piece of-"

"Violet!"

Grounded by the taller Piltovian, the shorter girl removed her hands and lifted them in surrender.

And that's when it hit her.

An attempt to escape, probably, but a kick arrived right at Violet's hip wound / ironic the symmetry in each other's wounds /, while she was turned to Caitlyn, making her bend on her stomach.

"Shit!"

She indeed finished her sentence, her hand coming to rest exactly on the wound.

Then, the shot.

Caitlyn's eye widened in terror; the tight embrace Maddie had pulled Vi in only needed to push the can of the gun up to the woman's waist.

And fire again.

The last thing Vi heard before fainting was Loris' voice, and a prayer for her to stay awake.

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Opening her eyes again, the purple of Caitlyn's bed curtains helped her understanding where she was, a weight on her chest keeping her from sitting up.

She groaned, and from her chest the weight shifted, a soft hand sliding down from her shoulder to her sternum.

"You're awake"

The woman's voice making it through the room and filling that torturing silence. Vi's chest trembled, rising and falling in a slow pace.

"Loris got her before she could shoot again"

Caitlyn continued, her blue eye analyzing Violet's face features, waiting for her to say something.

"Did you actually need to go beat her up?"

"Yes,"

Violet's answer was weak, her eyes hadn't opened yet, but she could feel Caitlyn's judgement stare burn on her skin.

"I can feel you judging "

She whispered, a chuckle escaping the Kiramman's lips.

"I'm not happy with how you handled the thing. It wasn't necessary to beat her up, Violet."

"Oh don't 'Violet' me with that sweet mouth, cupcake."

She could feel Caitlyn's hand sliding up her cheek, caressing her jaw as she gently traced her skin with her thumb. The touch relaxed her, her hand coming to rest on her own stomach, the index flicking up to try to touch Caitlyn's arm.

They stayed silent for a while, basking in the sound of the other's breath, until finally Caitlyn spoke again.

"I don't want you to fight my battles. You could've gotten yourself killed."

Violet thought about her answer, about how true Caitlyn's words were; she opened her eyes enough to see her, blue hair falling on her shoulders, her closed eye scarred, the opened one swelling with tears.

"I only have you to fight for."

The girl whispered, and it was her turn to reach up and cup the taller's cheek.

"I only have us, left to hold onto."

Her words cut through scars Caitlyn didn't know she had, betraying her own silence with a sigh.

"I have to protect you, cupcake."

She whispered, the hand tugging slightly, her thumb tracing an imaginary vertical line from Caitlyn's nose tip to her chin. She had lost everything she ever gave value to in her own life. Her sister, her father, her friends, and part of her ability to feel anything except for rage.

"If I'm not here to love you, what am I here for?"

That line took Caitlyn by surprise, the weakness in Vi's half lidded eyes, stirring something inside of her.

"What did you just say?"

She asked softly, trying to understand if she had misheard.

Violet's bandaged hand stroked the back of her knuckles against her cheek, as she tried sit up, only succeeding into buckling her shoulders up.

Her eyes opened a little more, droplets of emotions streaming through her powder blue irises.

She remained silent, observing the sweet features in Caitlyn's face, the tenderness in the way she curved her eyebrows, and her eyes seemed as beautiful as always, even if one of them couldn't open anymore.

She traced with her index finger the bridge of her nose, slid it up to her eyebrow, and back to her cheekbone.

She'd spent hours analyzing the starry sky that Caitlyn was, but this was different. There was a different type of longing, a different type of worship in Vi's eyes.

Caitlyn stilled there, a little frown adorning her forehead as she felt the confusion rising for how sweetly Vi was handling her.

Not that Vi hadn't laid her hands softly on the Piltovian's untained skin before, but this? This was something she didn't think Vi could be capable of.

"I love you."

Easy like whispering her own name, Violet pronounced those words in the exact moment Caitlyn had opened her mouth to speak. The breath caught in her throat, she looked like she'd just been caught doing something bad.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

Violet dared to speak, only to find herself exhale under the weight of Caitlyn's lips.

She hadn't kissed her yet, not since both of them had had much more important things to do, such as surviving, and she was planning to, don't get her wrong.

Just not like this.

Not that she complained anyway.

She let Caitlyn lead her, the excitement of that kiss bringing her hand to firmly grip at the girl's hip, tugging at her top.

"You're unbelievable."

Caitlyn whispered as their lips parted, briefly, a chuckle escaping from Vi, that lifted her hand in surrender, her eyes widened as she suppressed her next words when Caitlyn kissed her again.

"You're lucky I love you too."

She breathed out, softly, her hand shifting to pat her cheek affectionately, just before leaning down in the position she was before Vi woke up.

"I can hear your heart beating."

She felt the pink haired Zaunite's hand through her hair, caressing her head gently, a chuckle making her chest wiggle, barely.

"Hmm, tell me when it stops."

[ Little post scriptum! I'm italian, first of all, so excuse me for any mistake. Second of all, I wrote it just for fun after seeing a tiktok and I hope you find it a little entertaining at least. :) No hate on anyone, spread love. <<3 ]

[dusknoir-whump]

Obey Me Whump Concepts

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Do you want some prompts for writing dark and fucked up stories surrounding the Obey Me universe, wether it be with the brothers, Solomon and the angels, Barbatos and Diavolo, or MCs? Well here's the list of prompts for you to use! Make them short stories or long. Regardless they will be heartbreaking. No angst with Luke tho just due to my personal comfort.

Content Warnings....

Disordered eating (pica), physical assault, mania, emotional turmoil, hypersexuality, murder, damnation, religious themes, guilt, death, grief, agoraphobia, nightmares/night terrors

Minors do not interact with this blog or post

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Asmodeus is the avatar of lust, of course he would be lustful, it was who he was. Then he is confronted by a very worried MC about his hypersexuality, and his self perception shattered. Wasn't he supposed to like these things? He was the avatar of lust after all, there was nothing wrong with him. He didn't have a problem, there was nothing wrong with the only thing ever making him feel like he mattered was sex. Right?

Mammon ends up in hot water with the witches he's contracted to and ends up being used to take aspects of demons in a deeply sadistic manner. When he comes back home he's a bloodied sobbing mess.

Beelzebub's eating habits are beginning to get genuinely concerning and his brothers are worried for his health and safety. It wasn't that bad initially, just small bits of inedible materials, but now it's developed into full blown pica. He can't stop himself from eating things he shouldn't, he needs it even when it hurts him and he can't understand what's wrong.

Lucifer can do no wrong, he is perfect in every way he knows it. He knows it so well that he absolutely blows up and hurts everyone around him who he cares deeply for in a way that can't be easily fixed or forgiven. When he comes out of his manic episode he realizes what he has done in the midst of his delusions, all he can do is hope to not lose everyone he loves.

After the incident with MC, Belphegor starts to have horrific night terrors. Night after night he screams and cries out on his sleep, only later awakening in a cold sweat terrified and confused. His wonderful sleep, the only thing he truly loves in life is ruined, and it seems to be by his own hand.

Satan has always had an issue with picking fights in order to satiate his wrath. One of these days his was bound to start a fight he couldn't win. He staggered home bruised and bloodied, his pride and spirit crushed as he dragged his broken body inside of The House Of Lamentation.

Leviathan has had a long history of being someone who's anxious and a homebody, so it's no surprise when he skips dinner one night and eats alone in his room instead. But something is clearly wrong when the next day goes by without him leaving his room, then the next, and the next, and the next. He doesn't leave his room for anything at all. MC goes to check on him, and he's too scared to leave his room. His agoraphobia has grown to a horrific degree.

Simeon has been doing everything right, directly by the book. He followed what he was told to by the archangel Michael, so why were his wings torn off and born anew in ashen colors? What did he do to deserve the condemnation he now faces?

Solomon has tried everything in his power to convince MC to allow him to use magic to lengthen their life span. Years go by, decades, and then nearing a century and he's falling on his knees in front of another grave, wondering to whatever gods he long sense abandoned why he can't join those he had lost over the past centuries.

Barbatos has looked through so many timelines over the course of his life all in the name of protecting Diavolo. What he never let slip was how many times he had seen his dear friend's lifeless body from timelines he failed him, how often he found the slightest of errors sending his mind racing to the horrors he had bore witness to. He knew what Diavolo would look like dead, and he needed to make sure no one else did.

Diavolo can't feel anything but deep seeded guilt. Barbatos can't do anything, another version of him already did, this timeline will never have another MC. Belphegor killed MC, a human exchange student on Diavolo's watch, a human he was meant to protect. He now has to sentence a man who he knows well, and destroy the program he worked so hard to create. His own ideas and dreams of peace have left blood on his hands.

[i-am-xp-64]

Another of that I made base of people I met in irl

This crusty dusty divot MOTHERFUCKING DEMON LIKE F@G-

I won't even gonna made a name I will tell what she did to me in irl for no damn reason after the story-

Name:kanya/karma (her nickname was karma)

Age: idk (can be 16-15 by now, she were like 14 when I met her)

Gender: a total bitch (ehem female-)

Ok now the story, and keep reading after the story because I'm not afraid to expose what she did that destroyed me for years-

Warning: mention of suicide

Story:

A bitch, by the name calling you probably guess how she were, she used to be lim's best friend at the time when he were adopted by dragon (his missing step dad) and behind lim's death happened, they were met on the playground, she were crying and he were so kind to help, kanya were had a horrible household, her parents were not believing her and her brother were abusive, there was the point where she wanted to commit suicide but luckily lim saved her from it, he always met her there and help her, telling her one day everything will be ok and always gave her spare food and heals her bruises till one day her life became better, her brother left the house and her parents got divorced and now she's living in a good family, lim were happy to help her and keep on helping her, bit something start to felt off, kanya start becoming so odd, she start getting too personal and jealous when lim mentions someone else as a friend, start to ignore and being narcissistic to lim's vents and always blaming herself for everything to get his attention, lim being too young and not so educated enough though maybe it was because of her past until one day lim got into an accident and had to stay in the hospital for weeks, he were almost died on that accident but there were no words from anyone about it, after lim got out from the hospital and met up with kanya, she tolded him that he missed her birthday and that made lim sad, he apologize and explain the situation he was as on, and that mf start arguing with lim, calling him a pick-me, an egoist, a liar, she literally yelled at him and call him names for being in the hospital during her birthday, that broke lim a lot, they were friends for way way long, he saved her life, helped her and this is the thank he gets? No way..after that day they never seen each other again, lim become so indoors and depressed about what happened, keep on blaming himself for helping her and saving her life, and the worst part is he never able to forget about that memory, keep on saying "I wish I let you committed.." Everytime he remembers her words, tbh he's right tho, what an asshole, and you know a worst part, that girl is now knowing where lim currently is and doesn't seem to have any regrets from the past.

That's all

now you might be wondering "but hey, boy, what did that girl did to you in the past that you hate her that much?" Well here's what he did:

WARNING: mention of suicide and life baiting

Almostly same with the story, she we're nicknamed karma, we met and I helped her the most, she were my best friend, save her from suicide multiple times, yet me being an idiot and a human pleaser stuck with her narcissistic ass for 3 years, and one day at the covid times I got my second flu shot and it side effected, I were burning and so dizzy that my parents take me to the hospital even the doctors told me that if I were not make it there, I might die, anyway when I get back home that asshole texted me saying that I forgot her birthday and I apologize for it and explain what happened, like I thought she would care ugh..she called me names and stuff I still cannot forgot, literally make me wanna commit suicide for stopping her from committing suicide, she ruined my life that I didn't get myself together and still are, she were my everything, I saved her life and this is the thanks I get? I wish she were committed, don't even come to me saying "but boy, life baiting is horrible!" I KNOW BUT DUDE! she really were a waste of life...you know how much I wanted to commit after what she did? I also don't like life baiting but this feeling won't leaving me alone!

Important note: don't life bait people, I also don't wanted to but I'm just so angry at her..

Anyway see you on another post,sorry for what you had to hear-

[married-in-midwest]

Unavailable Part 3 (the real one)

So the "Unavailable" story really can't end the way I initially ended it. She's just too good of a girl to lose her gift. So here we go.

As she started to drive, her husband answered the text and had just wanted her to pick up takeout. She called him back and they talked for a bit. "Sorry for calling so many times. I figured your phone was muted so I wanted to catch you before you left."

She thought about that phone vibrating. Being held against her. She giggled just a bit and knew she couldn't think about "Him" and have an intelligent conversation.

"Oh the calls were just fine. My client didn't mind at all. I'll be home in a bit. "

When she picked up the order, they said 10 minutes. She felt like someone would be able to tell. Everyone was normal. As she stood there thinking about him, she jumped when the food was ready. Her mind was back in that room. Had she really zoned out to that extent?

Back in the car, she sent him a message. She was just going to go back tonight. Open the box. Wear whatever he wants her to wear. Whatever it is can't be much. And right now that's exactly what she wanted. To be naked for him.

He answered. "No you aren't. A promise is a promise. Words have consequences.

Also let me know when you're home safe. I slipped a bottle of arnica cream in your purse. It will help with the bruises.

But leave a small area on your ass untreated. I want you to remember what a good girl you were this evening, every time you sit down.

Next time I'll apply it for you. 😘 "

A promise? Shit. She had made him promise that he wouldn't try to fuck her. Why had she done that? Would she have agreed to meet him without the promise? Probably not. Internally she had needed that plausible deniability. Even tho when she arrived at his room, she knew without a doubt he would try, and she would probably let him.

"I changed my mind. "

"Promises don't work that way babygirl. Go home enjoy your evening. By the way, if I can't have you tonight, neither can he."

"That's not fair. This isn't fair. I'm going to cry.'

"How cute. I expect a picture if you do."

She was going crazy but what could she do other than go home. She took a moment to put her gift in the spare tire compartment. Wondering again if she could get away with opening it. No. She would stay a good girl.

After she got home, a bit nervous and feeling like somehow he knew. The dogs knew. Her friends would know.

Was she blushing? She wasn't sure.

She quickly opened the app and let him know she was home.

"Thank you for letting me know. Go be a good girl."

"Yes Daddy"

She walked inside, flustered but trying to act natural.

Her husband kissed her on the cheek. Pulled a stool out for her. She declined.

"I've been sitting all day. I'd rather stand."

Truth was that her ass was still stinging.

"How was the meeting?"

"Fine"

"Get everything you wanted?"

"Everything I asked for yes."

"You should have asked for more."

She ached at that thought. Quietly she said, "Yes I should have."

At that moment she had bent over slightly... revealing her bra a bit.

"Oh your wearing that set I bought you. Can't wait to take it off of you. I love those panties."

She had a bit of panic at she stood there, knowing she hadn't even protested as they were taken off of her. The pretty set was a Valentines gift. And how will she explain she lost her panties? Things get lost in the laundry right???

She would have let her husband do anything to her at that moment. But she wasn't allowed to tonight. The thought that HE was now telling her when she could let her husband have her. She was soaked. But said, "Let's try in the morning. I'm not feeling great tonight."

She locked herself in the bathroom and applied the arnica on her sore bottom...except that one spot. She thought about messaging him and asking for permission to fuck herself. She needed to hear him again. But she didn't dare ask. If he said no she'd die.

As she came, wishing she could feel him thrusting inside her, or at least close her eyes and pretend as her hubby filled in. She cried.

She opened her phone, then Tumblr, this ridiculous app that he knew was just a place she looked at flowers and other pretty things.

She sent him a teary, exhausted but not quite satisfied selfie.

"Aww there's my good girl. I hope you fucked yourself silly. Feel free let him fuck you in the morning. "

She could have asked. But she was still a good girl.

Somehow that made everything better.

She took a shower and pulled sweats on and slept like a baby that night.

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Idea: Lawrusso butch4butch cowboy lesbians

the noise i just let out should be studied by scientists. yes ❤️ absolutely

im historically not an expert on cowboys (my friend is tho) so all my ideas and inspiration come from westerns but im thinking:

danielle larusso is new in the area. her mother brought a decrepit ranch with all of their economies and they’re now trying to give it a second life. in doing so they meet mr miyagi, an old man living not far away from the ranch but quite isolated from the others in town. he takes care of cattle and he’s very polite and very kind to danielle and lucille (who have had to deal with their share of sexist assholes since danielle’s dad died). lucille makes business with him to buy some of his cattle and they decide to actually start working together. she invites him to dinner one evening and he never really leaves. he helps her and danielle fix the ranch and also starts teaching danielle how to take care of cattle and especially horses. danielle doesn’t really have her own horse yet but she wants one very badly and so miyagi offers her a beautiful palomino mare for her birthday.

one morning, danielle goes in the barn to take care of her horse and sees another horse already there. a black american quarterhorse and behind it is hidden a bruised and bleeding johnny lawrence. johnny is an outlaw. she used to be a rich girl back in town. her mother had married the mayor of the town when she was a young girl and johnny was promised to marry one of his rich (and old) friends but she fled and instead she joined a group of outlaw who commit petty crimes to survive. she and the other cobras had just done a heist when they were separated while running away and she was shot in the back. she didn’t know where to go. she saw the barn in the horizon and decided to hide there until the police lost her tracks but with the blood loss she fell asleep and didn’t manage to leave the barn before morning.

danielle brings her back home and nurses her back to health (but at the same time she wonders if she should throw her out because johnny is 1) a criminal 2) a fugitive 3) a huge bitch). a little after johnny gets back on her feet, the cobras come and meet her and tell her that they all need to split up for a while because the sheriff is after them, johnny gets really worried because she has nowhere to go apart from going back to her house but if she goes back to laura and sid she knows she’ll be married by force. danielle, who cannot keep her nose out of other people’s business, tells johnny she can stay if she starts working on the ranch. which is how johnny ends up training horses with danielle and mr miyagi.

im also imagining slow burn love story between danielle and johnny: fishing trips that end with taking a swim naked in the lake, talks in front of the fire where danielle learns to like johnny and johnny hides how much she wants to kiss danielle, dinners with lucille and mr miyagi who can see what’s going on there, the two of them racing on their horses. just, lots of domestic shit that end abruptly because kreese, another outlaw who helped johnny escape sid, comes to collect what he believes to be johnny’s debt. he wants johnny to work for him, danielle thinks his intentions are a lot darker than that but johnny tells her that he truly helped so that she just needs to pay her debt back and he’ll leave her alone. except kreese doesn’t leave her alone and mr miyagi has to step in. (you know you gotta have a duel in a western).

johnny gets hurt in the crossfire and it makes danielle realize that she’s in love with that blonde meathead. johnny scares them all by staying unconscious a lot longer than last time. the cobras come to visit and they all wait at johnny’s bedside. when she wakes up, bobby tells her that danielle has not moved ever since she’s been hurt and that she should get her head out of her ass and tell the other woman how she feels. danielle comes to see her, johnny thanks her for taking care of her again and they both manage to say i love you at the same time. happy ending, all is well, they train horses on the ranch until they’re old and grey (but still in love).

[apompkwrites]

Hello theree! Sorry that this took a while school plus lack of imagination is bad. But now it's time for Lil!Shroud's turn at the fluff (does this found as fluff?)

It was an unfortunate day for Lil!shroud, like the gods were unhappy that day and decided to mess up their day for their entertainment. First it was their alarm konking out and not waking them up and ended with them being late for morning class, then being called on to answer a hard question. And now it was a savanaclaw and pomefiore student picking on them. They've been picking on Lil!Shroud for the past week, they always thought it was impressive how people from these dorms will only cooperate if it's picking on someone or a competition against Royal Sword Academy.

The confrontation began escalating and that started pushing them around, this lead to Lil!Shroud falling to the floor. They were just about to start gloating when "HEY! Leave my older sibling alone!" followed by a power magic beam that barely missed them. The bullies ran and Ortho dashed over "YEA! EZ GET REKT LOSERS!"Ortho shouted, "Sorry that's just something I heard big brother say, are you alright!? They didn't hurt you too bad did they?" "I'm ok Ortho, think I'll get a bruise though" Ortho inspected to area they were talking about. "Let's get you to the infirmary, I'll tell big brother about this and-" "No! Uhm- no you don't have to Ortho, it's not that big a'deal" The Android boy tilted his head in confusion "But he should know about this, you were being bullied!" Lil!Shroud knew that arguing with Ortho would lead to them somehow agreeing with him and telling Idia, he was very persuasive. Still they stayed firm on their decision and he respected that. But Ortho didn't need to tell Idia about this incident because he already saw it go down. A perk of being able to access the security cameras in the entire school was he could watch over his siblings from the comfort of his room, but if anyone was in his room then and there, they would be anything but comfortable. His hair was a burning red at these level 1 noobs who would dare put hands on his little sibling. Though it's true that they don't have as deep a connection as he and Ortho, they were still family. All those years of unjust isolation made Idia hold them closer to his heart.

It was fortunate they were in a spot where the cameras can see their face, he could identify them easily and found them magicam. Idia isn't usually one to send threatening messages to people (under an anonymous account) like a weirdo super fan but when it comes to his sibling, he makes an exception. The next few days Lil!Shroud notices that Ortho hangs around more, they don't mind however, the students picking on them got the message and backed off. While the fiery haired 3rd year stayed in his room, watching the camera looking at his siblings he feels a little guilty. If he weren't such a recluse, he could've protected Lil!Shroud in person and make more of an impact than just sending messages to them on magicam, his position as a dormleader was useful for these kinds of situations. Instead he couldn't even overcome his insecurities to help his little sibling. But after the events of what happened to Ortho, losing both of his siblings, he can't go through that again. So for now, he will work up his confidence and try to reconnect with his sibling. The first step to gaining favour points in a game is talking after all.

Wow that took a while. Sorry for not giving a story for a long time (even tho I said it was coming soon) I couldn't think of much 💀💀 I think it's only Lil!Asim left? Anyway thank you for being patient with me and have a wonderful day/night!

hngm my lil baby shroud :) and don't worry about taking breaks!!!

you got idia's relationship with them perfect tbh. he wants so badly to reconcile but he doesn't let himself because he's scared.

but anyway love the comfort for lil shroud. they're long overdue for family bonding :((

[daidonzo]

Chapter 18 - Brown eyes, I hold you near [Chishiya x Reader]

"You broke your nose. It happens."

"To who?"

"Boxers?"

"You didn't just say that."

"What?"

"You are telling me "ohhhhh, it happens" as if breaking my nose was the most normal thing in the world and when I ask, my dear, my love, my sweetheart, light of my life, my moon, my stars, who does that happen to… You say people who literally punch each other's faces for a living!?"

Chishiya chuckled, and Kuina burst into laughter. But you were not laughing at all. Your nose was broken, which meant it was crooked, which meant you looked ugly. And one would believe looking ugly should have been the least of your concerns in a place where you were doomed to die if you didn't play stupid, psychotic games. But they would be really, really wrong.

The blonde man was holding your face between his hands, examining your now officially declared broken nose.

"You never called me any of those things."

"What do you mean?"

"Dear, love, sweetheart. Light of your life, your moon, your stars."

You were shooting daggers with your eyes. Kuina was almost on the ground, wheezing and squeaking from laughing so much.

"It's not that bad. You still look very pretty."

"You used to say beautiful before."

"You still look beautiful. But…"

"But!?"

"You are bruised under your eyes. It will go away, but you look slightly bloated. Your lips too."

"Have you ever seen anyone getting a nose surgery?" The woman with dreadlocks intervened, still wearing her blue bikini, but now also wearing jeans on top. You had all changed outfits - Chishiya was wearing grey sweatpants, a darker grey t-shirt and a grey and white cardigan (the man knew his color theory and was sticking to it). You were wearing jeans as well, although not bedazzled like Kuina's and a funny graphic t-shirt in your favorite color.

"Kuina!" You cried out.

"Your lips tho… You look like Angelina Jolie."

Both of your friends (was Chishiya your friend? Was he something more? What was he? Sometimes you thought you were lovers, sometimes merely very good friends) were having fun, and you were glad for it. But, did the punchline need to be your face?

You were on your way to a subway station, Chishiya had said. He had found a drawing, even before you met, in the jacket of a player who had tried to kill them in the game he had shared with Arisu and Usagi, that he just recently realized was a map. To you, it looked like a circle with a million lines.

"Do you keep and carry with you every little piece of paper you find?" You had messed with him.

"No. Just this one. Ah, and your drawing of a tree." He got the piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and showed you. And there it was.

You honestly hadn't been paying too much attention after that moment, lost in his brown eyes as you were while he was telling the story, but you had gathered that the person in question had been wearing a horse mask and that Chishiya thought he had been the dealer of the game, just like Asahi was of the ten of hearts.

You, of course, wanted to know what the deal with the dealers was, as redundant as that sounded. But, just for a day or two, you needed a break. The three of you had days on your visa, all of the numbered cards and were alive. So you had decided not to think about it.

It wasn't working out well, since your friends kept bringing it up. They were not like you, they didn't like to use ignorance as a coping mechanism.

But… Now at least they were focused on your nose. And whole face, apparently.

"Don't worry." The blonde man said, pressing for a second his lips against your forehead. "You will heal."

"Will it look crooked?" You asked in a tiny voice, wondering if he would feel pity for you and it would earn you another one of those kisses.

"No."

There were no more signs of affections, but at least the news were good.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- You cussed on your mother tongue.

You had finally reached the place in Chishiya's map. It was, indeed, an incredibly tall and futuristic-looking room that one would access through subway tunnels.

It was… Hard to describe. It almost reminded you of a beehive. Or of a betting house. Both, actually. There were plenty of computers and screens, maybe even hundreds of the latter. Headphones, pens, papers, chairs and other office materials were scattered around. And corpses. So many corpses.

People that were killed by the laser in the sky, judging by the hole on their heads and on their chins. And not long ago, as they hadn't begun to rot.

You were about to say something, but Chishiya grabbed you by the arm. "Come, someone else is here."

And he was right, of course, because no less than five minutes later Arisu and Usagi entered the room. Chishiya's posture visibly relaxed, making you realize just now he had been tense since he had heard footsteps. What was going on inside that beautiful head of his, and why couldn't he let you and Kuina know?

"So you finally found this place, as expected from someone I have high hopes for." Chishiya said, letting you go and walking towards Arisu, and you almost had to contain a laugh. You literally, had arrived maybe 10 minutes ago. Maximum. The smile on your face lingered for a few seconds until all the corpses came into your peripheral vision. It faltered, then. "We meet again." The blonde man continued.

"Probably Arisu and Usagi are not excited as you since you betrayed them." You thought to yourself, but said nothing, not wanting to bring it up. You had avoided talking about it, as well, trying to tell yourself that if you were to love Chishiya, you had to love all of him. Including his Machiavellian manoeuvres.

"Thanks to you guys, I have all the numbered playing cards with me. So, thank you." The blonde man showed them the cards, curving his lips upwards.

"How did you find this place?" Arisu asked.

Instead of answering, Chishiya showed him the drawing he had found in the body of the horse-faced dealer. "Took me some time to realize this is actually a map, of a subway station." He put in back into his jacket, walking aimlessly around the room, hands in his pockets. "What happens when we collect all the playing cards? I thought I would know the answer after I came here. But there's only one thing I discovered."

"That makes one of us." You whispered, low enough none of them could hear you, looking at Kuina from the corner of your eye, who seemed as clueless as you. You had your own theories, of course. One of them and your particular favorite was that you were actually in something like The Truman Show, a reality television program, and there were hidden cameras everywhere, broadcasting your every movement to the whole world. Hi mum, hi dad! But it was not plausible.

Other had to do with George Orwell's 1984… Wait, that one actually made sense.

"Judging by the fact that they were all killed after our victory…"

"There's someone above them." You said, out loud, everyone in the room looking at you. You felt cohibited all of a sudden, but after seeing the proud look on Chishiya's face, you decided you were going to share your conjectures in public more often, crazy as they seemed.

Big Brother was still watching, then.

"But who could they be?" Usagi wondered.

"Who knows? They could be aliens. Or God himself." Chishiya was still looking at you, and you tried to hide a smile by pressing your lips together. You knew he was messing with you. You had told him about those two theories.

The screens around you started to flicker, and power turned on in the building.

SPECIAL URGENT BROADCAST.

"Congratulations to all players!" A woman's voice exclaimed, excitedly. You got closer to Kuina, who had the best vision out of the five of you, but also placed yourself as near as possible to Chishiya, suddenly feeling scared and wanting the comfort of his presence.

The woman was nothing but a blurry figure at the beginning. When the image focused, you all saw Mira. One of The Beach's Executive Members.

Big Brother was not only watching, he had been infiltrated between you. All this time.

"With the exception of the face card games all of you have cleared all of the numbered games so far, and emerged victors. A sweet victory achieved by sacrificing numerous lives. I wonder… how many of your comrades have died?" Her face was so innocent, so pure. She looked like a person who wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"Try remembering… Those that were shot dead with a gun." You didn't need to think too hard, as images of players getting shot started to play on the screens. "That girl you burned alive." One of Arisu's games, in which him and four others were screaming in panic, the body of a girl burning in front of them. "Those struck with the lasers, and those who drowned." This time, you saw yourself, chained by your legs to the bottom of a glass container, screaming guesses to stupid riddles in agony. "Those whose heads were blown off. Those comrades of yours." Images of the massacre at The Beach. Of other games.

"The despair you've felt so far and those dying moments that you can never forget. I'm extremely touched!" No, what she was, is a psychopath. "We would like to give you a present."

"Are you returning us to the original world?" Kuina deadpanned.

You knew the answer before Mira said anything.

"There will be new games!" Please, no. "Let's play together! You'll fight for face cards!"

"I don't dislike the idea." Chishiya whispered, but he was looking at you. His hand finding yours once more.

You were surprised at how calm and collected you were. The realization that you had absolutely no power or control over your life hadn't affected you at all. And you knew why.

You had been expecting it.

You had been hopeful, yes, but no matter how much you liked to play dumb, you were not stupid. You sighed, and to Chishiya's interrogating look, you simply nodded.

You were fine.

You would play the games.

You would survive.

"The next stage will commence tomorrow at noon." Mira announced.

"At least one thing is different…" Arisu hadn't taken his eyes off of the screen. "Now we are seeing our target."

You left the building to appear at the centre of Shibuya, where all of the screens were showing "NEXT STAGE" in all caps, as if it was the more exciting thing to ever happen. Giant zeppelins were flying through the city, each of them displaying one of the remaining cards.

"We are going to get through this." Chishiya's voice. You realized you hadn't spoken a word yet.

"I know."

"I am not going anywhere."

"I know."

He smiled.

"I love you."

You were this close to saying "I know" for a third time, just like Han Solo did in Star Wars. But that was not like you. You looked at him in the eyes, feeling butterflies, wasps, bees, fireflies, beetles and every fluttery-insect in the animal kingdom inside of you. He loved you.

Everything was going to be okay.

"I love you, too."

And then, the noise of an anti-tank rifle being shot.

[nerves-nebula]

As a kid I noticed that no one liked the ends of bread loafs so I decided I wouldn’t let it go to waste or let anyone feel bad about not eating it. I also make myself milk shakes with bruised fruits, eat the icing no one wants off cupcakes for people & eat leftovers when I think whoever bought them must’ve forgotten about them. I often have to take a moment to decide if I can really handle these things (or to check if it’s truly unsuitable for consumption, I may tolerate stale bread but I will not eat mold… on purpose) & to prepare myself mentally to do so. I’m really good at acting like I’m just a silly goof tho so everyone thinks that I just really like eating weird things (which is partly true)

I was just wondering if any of the turtles might find themselves doing something like that. Raph would probably be the most likely, especially for the same reasons as me but I’ve also been seeing a lot of asks recently saying he has food sensory issues like Donnie? (Did you make a post about that because I feel like I’m missing something) I could also see Mikey having my weird food habits w/ how I cover it up

Ik your own sensory issues make answering food asks hard so don’t worry if you’re not sure how to answer this, just something I thought about yk?

i once drank like most of a cup of paint water. i dont remember why, i think it was an impulsive thing, and once i realized i'd been FORCED to eat worse tasting stuff I chugged it to make my friend laugh. then our teacher got freaked out cause like what if i just poisoned myself. not food, but an interesting story this reminded me of.

anyway, generally i tend to slot the turtles into these three categories when thinking about their relationships to food:

Will eat mostly anything: Raph (he's god food anxiety, if something can be considered Food he will eat it, possibly binge if there's too much, and hoard for later if he thinks he can), Mikey (enjoys food/isnt picky, will go out of his way to make food abominations to irritate/disgust his brothers)

Will eat a normal range of foods: Leo (probably the most normal attitude around food because she never starved as much as the others and he doesn't have a ton of sensory issues. still has some food anxiety & has trouble sharing, but she's pretty chill about it.)

Has a very strict set of safe foods: Donnie (a lot of sensory issues, a lot of being forced to eat things he cant stand, he has a lot of stress about being forced to eat new foods. if he tries something you say is good its likely that it means he trusts you- or at least cares enough about your opinion to give it a shot)

I don't remember everything I've said about the turtles, so it's possible I planned for Raph to have food sensory issues at some point but he doesn't as far as i remember. Honestly, his main stuff about food is bingeing, starvation, hoarding, not letting food go to waste, and his guilt about having cannibalistic intrusive thoughts.

Point is that it sounds like Raph would be closest to what you're doing here. Raph wouldn't wanna waste food EVER and he might even get triggered when other people do hah.

[lostfracturess]

i’ve got my work laptop out and my phone in hand to live react to this chapter 😼

omg i kneww it was the fkn student he punched. satoru’s so sweet to not want to drag her into a courtcase though.

kafka 😩🫶🏼💕 ive been on such a kafka kick lately omg (not so much reading his actual works but looking at kafka tumblr quotes 😔 i feel motivated to actually read his works now) also the way he sees her?? we’re so beautiful to him 🤭

“what a fucked up way to describe it. a child, small and defenseless against an unyielding force. where was the justice in that?”

☹️☹️☹️ ok i’m teared up. wtf.

“for all her strength and boldness, there was this fragile core to her. one that the world, am i, seemed intent on bruising.”

😩🤚🏼 i feel for reader fr she can do no wronggg in my eyes omg i can FEEL the stress of all this fkn research & trials gone wrong omg. she’s such an empath and it’s takin a toll on my girl over here

OHMYGOSHHH she saw the lawyer papers plsss higurama you had one job 😓 also i know im supposed to hate how secretive n stubborn he is but something ab his habit of shutting reader up w kisses 😩🤚🏼 i like my men toxic like that LMFAO

yaga laying innnn on him omg i love the consequences of his actions catching up to him. the forbidden romance is forbidden romancinggg. THE ETHICS COMMITTEE….hmm i mean considering the power dynamic i think satoru would def be the one to take the brunt of accusation if they were caught 🤔 i really wonder if reader would receive as heavy of a fall from grace as he would

omg the elevator stuck scene 🫣 PLS HE CONSIDERS FUCKING HER IN THE ELEVATOR!!?? IM SCREAMING. also they need to stop talking ab thisss in the elevator omg ppl might be listening or recording 😔 where is higurama w the legal counsel.

i cant tell if its my iced coffee giving me palpitations rn or if its your fucking writing (most likely latter). i looove how theyre resolved to try n keep each other tho :”) despite facing the things going on rn.

sheesh those lab results lmao that patient’s liver gotta be fucked 🤣 Oh WHAT ITS SATORU’s LIVER 😨 NOOO.

aw a signed kafka book?!? 😩🤚🏼 lord��

im on the basketball scene and ugggh first of all basketball satoru?!?! NEED. just imagining his arm muscles flexing while he’s shootin a shot 😩 also he’s sooo whipped for her oh my god. need a man who loves this deeply.

OHY MY GOD A SPARE TO HIS APARTMENT ITS SO REAL. ITS ALL FEELING SO REAL RN. SCREAMING. TRYING SO FKN HARD TO HIDE THE SMILE ON MY FACE RN.

oh god i cant ice ant i cant the hydropmorphone this sshift in energy i cant. to the bathroom for my ten min i go because i alr know imma need to scream for this 😭😭😭

NO WAAAYYY HE’s DOIN DRUGSS OFF OF HER IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND. OH MY GOD IM CLUTCHING MY PEARLS RN. OVER SUGURU’s FUCKING DESK?!????

OH. MY. GOD. SATORU IS THE FUCKING DEVIL. HE’s THE DEVIL. I……….I JUST GOT TO THE END. I COULD DEADASS SCREAM RN. THE— THE GUMPTION. THE GALL?!?!? TO LICK HIS FUCKING FINGERS.

i…….🧍🏻‍♀️i’m literally shaking. im SHAKING like IM the one w a panic attack or withdrawal rn. you ate this chapter up. you ate this chapter ALL the way fucking up and i could cry rn. no words. pheewww AND IM SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON W MY DAY AFTER THIS?!????!

fuck.

girl you make me cry with your comments! 😭❤️ yes, satoru is such a sweetheart for dealing with the lawsuit with money that she wouldn't have to go to court, even if that means he would have to swallow that bitter pill. green flag!!

and yes, pls pls read kafka! there are a lot of short books and stories of him that are just like a four hour read but so worth it, can't recommend that enough!!

OHMYGOSHHH she saw the lawyer papers plsss higurama you had one job

higurma must have done it on purpose i'm so sure!! like i wrote it, but still am not quite convinced it was a coincidence ahhh! and him shutting her up with kisses is EVERYTHING. bit toxic okay, but EVERYTHING.

the forbidden romance is forbidden romancinggg.

yes, the forbidden romance is catching up to them, how would have thought. like satoru was not even trying to hide it that much, but now he's surprised?? he's so stupid.

PLS HE CONSIDERS FUCKING HER IN THE ELEVATOR!!?? IM SCREAMING.

yeeeessss!! he really considered it a split second as he knows that will work quite good to shut her up ahaha he's so miserable with talking and feelings. but he sure knows what he's good at and how to use that. 🌚🌚

im on the basketball scene and ugggh first of all basketball satoru?!?! NEED. just imagining his arm muscles flexing while he’s shootin a shot

yes!!! i want to rewrite this scene out of reader pov just to be able to describe a bit of how this mf handsome man looked in this scene for us to please ahhhh.

also he’s sooo whipped for her oh my god. need a man who loves this deeply.

he's down bad for her and this will be his undoing. but yes, everyone deserves a man how's on his knees for his girl!!!

NO WAAAYYY HE’s DOIN DRUGSS OFF OF HER IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND.

he's so fkn feral omg, like he really got some nerves doing that aahhhhh. also over suguru's desk ahahah. still he could lick every drug he wants from my body at any time ngl.

I COULD DEADASS SCREAM RN. THE— THE GUMPTION. THE GALL?!?!? TO LICK HIS FUCKING FINGERS.

HE HAS NO SHAME!!! this man is so unhinged and i loved every second writing him like that. he maybe is about to lose his mind but he's still serving while going insane!!

thank you so so much for your comments on this chapter, is was so funny to see your reaction while reading!!! thank you so so much for your support and taking your time to write this (also on your rec on the story??? reposting this in a minute), wishing you nothing but the best! 🥲🫶🫶

[whosbex]

This is for @th3p0rtalmaker’s ask abt my shape shifter story. Here’s my main character’s profile.

Gianna Ivanov🥀🔪🐻

She’s 16,her birthday is Nov.3,and she’s half shape shifter,her mom is human,her dad’s the shape shifter,she has a little brother named Adavya(meaning Generous,happy,charming,and joyful person),her dad in animal form is an ox,her brother is a Scottish deerhound,and she’s a grizzly bear,in her dad’s culture you first get your ability to shape shift when you’re 9 on the first full moon after your birthday,if you’re a full Shape shifter ,after this ceremony you can shape shift between your animal self or normal self,and if full you will also have some part from your animal form in your normal form(like her dad is an ox so he has horns,a tail,a nose ring,and back legs of an ox),but if half,once u have the ability to shape shift you only have the parts of your animal at night and you can only shape shift into your animal on a full moon like at the ceremony.

Her mom is a human,she isn’t that nice to Gianna or her brother,when her parents were married,her dad would be out most of the day at his job at a pub for his kind,and while he would be gone Gianna would go to school and her brother would stay home with their mom. When Gianna went home her mom would yell all the time at her for not doing her chores(mind u she would be 6 or 7,and Adavya would be 1 or 2 at this time)and she would beat the crap out of her sometimes too if she tried to defend her brother,she’d do this so much that when her dad would come home she would be passed out on the sofa with her brother.Her dad always wondered why they both had bruises(mostly Gianna tho since she had the most),he finally found out that her mom was being abusive to them when he came home early and walked in on her trying to beat Adavya with Gianna in front of him,he shap shifted into an ox and got in front of them just in time to stop the wooden bat from hitting Gianna.They started to argue,and her dad filed for a divorce and went to court for the custody of the kids.

In court the whole room was all eyes on Gianna’s dad,most people didn’t like the shape shifters who lived just out side of their town,they always had a fear that they’d attack them,since they were not only different with more advantages but there were also many more of them then there were humans.

But Immanuil(Gianna’s dad) stood tall,head up,shoulders back,and walked with pride in that court room,as he took the stand and explained what he saw,his best friend and kids beside him,he spoke the truth and said he did no harm to his wife,and if he did it was to defend his children. But Amil(Gianna’s mom)had the advantage in this case,these people were her kind,so no matter how truthful Gianna’s father was,her mother had already won the battle. She lied to the judge,saying that Immanuil would come home late,drunk and not only hurt the kids,but her as well,which she had no proof of,un like Gianna and her brother who had bruises everywhere.

Either way,weather they liked it or not,Amil had won custody over Gianna since she had the most bruises,therefore the judge thought she was in more danger. Her father got to have her brother since he was a boy and needed a male role model in his life,not to mention they were half breeds,no one really cared that deeply or on what would happen to them.

Fast forward to 10 years latter. Yes she did get her ability to shape shift along with her god brother\best friend,Sasha.

Sasha,helped her sneak out that night so they could go to their ceremony together.

Gianna got a bear and Sasha got a hawk.He’s also a half breed,and they always walk to school together even though Amil would rather Gianna to stay away from her dad’s kind,but she couldn’t stop her neither could Shawn.

Shawn was Amil’s “boyfriend”,he was almost as bad if not worse then Amil when it came to Gianna. They’d team up on her sometimes and she’d go to school with a bunch of marks on her. He would also be kind of a pervert. Sasha wound go to her house and get her to stay the night at his place so she wouldn’t get hurt,he wanted to keep her safe,he’d do anything for her,because not only was she his best friend and god sister,he had fallen in love with her as well.Sasha’s parents would always cover for her if she wasn’t home at a certain time, so she could see her dad.

School’s also a struggle for Gianna,Sasha,and Adavya,since they’re the ONLY half breeds in the school,it doesn’t really help either that Shawn’s daughter,Scarlett likes to pick on them all the time.

Her and Gianna have gotten into fights A LOT,and when they’d go to the office Gianna is usually the one to blame even if she was triggered.

Sasha is either cheering her on or helping Adavya hold her back.

[1whimsicalgal]

Pam Lives!

Pam Lives! Part I

Saturday, August 18, 1973  The Sawyers It was on a Saturday it all happened down at the old Sawyer place, hot as hell, a real scorcher. That’s when it all went down. Old lady Faulk said she's seen 'em stop off at the cafe earlier asking for directions. Bob Hewitt, today, 81 years young, and sharp as a tack, saw 'em that day, too. "Them girls stood out, half neked, short-shorts, no brassiers. That shit didn't fly, least ways not back in '73." Hewitt, as it turned out, proved to be a wealth of information when it came to the Sawyer family history. You can judge for yourself. This is what Bob Hewitt related to me about 'em, word for word . . . "First big mistake was leaving him home alone, him bein' "Leatherface." They'd called him by that ever since, oh, it wuz years ago. Freddie first showed off his handiwork ta young Jed. Jed, well, he wuz so impressed, he slipped, n showed it off to Pop and Grandpa, something he sorely regretted later on. Pop and Grandpa, now they'd always favored Freddie over Jed. That wadn't no secret, bragged to anybody who stopped in at the cafe about him, and 'specially out at the slaughter house. Not Jed tho, no sir, pissed Jed-off-no-end, kept him on a low simmer ninety-nine percent a the time. "Assholes" I 'member he'd say, n as he got older it all jest got worse.

Back in '64, that was when Frederick “Freddie” Theodore Sawyer, become "Leatherface"… least ways around the Sawyer house, anyhoo. Give it to him more like some rite a passage. It wuz one that had some roots in one of Sawyers' deep… well, some real dark family secrets. Pop and Grandpop Sawyer both liked the name right off, heard 'em both call him that down at the cafe, droppin' hints they give it their o’fficial Sawyer sanction. It wuz one day I wuz in eatin' my dinner there, an' they wuz laughin' about their lil ol' party the night before, sayin' how it wuz includin' lots a Jim Beam n plenty a hootin’ n a holler-in.' Neighbors confirmed it ta me later on, but here they were a settin' right in the cafe, Red n ol' Grandpa, the two of 'em jest hootin' n kindy howlin', then talkin' low, goin' on 'bout the full moon. It wuz like they wanted me ta hear some stuff, n then they'd get ta whisperin' so's I couldn't hear the rest, n they'd look sideways over at me n smile tagether. Ta be honest I couldn't wait ta git outa there. Gave me the heebie-jeebies. Somethin' wuz off… jest couldn't put my finger on wat it wuz, know what I mean? 

Didn't all start out that way though. Jed, always wuz a little weird, kindy "off" you might say, but he  seemed polite, nice enough, quiet . . . always kept his head down, as I recall him. He even baby sitted for the Lanky kids now n again, n for Sheriff's kids, too. So did Freddy! Never saw it comin'. Never. Nothin' like what happened to him later. Nothin'. I 'member Freddie as a kid used to walk together with Jed to school, took care of him, ya know, like protective and all. Both of 'em wuz always dirty, n covered in bruises. I always wondered if that was a "birthmark" on Jed's face, like they said, or if somebody hadn't burnt him. Get right down to it, truth be known, Jed jest downright hated Freddie after he wuz around twelve or thirteen, hated him, 'specially after their momma, Lorrine, run off and left 'em all alone with their Pop and Grandpa.

Who can blame her? Woman wuz covered in black n blue many a time, n they worked her like a damn dog over at the cafe. There's lots a stories floatin' round 'bout how folks seen Grandpa comin' up behind her, tryin' to feel her up, kissin' on her while she wuz sweepin', her a cryin', n the whole time, her own damn husband, he'd jest be laughin' 'bout it. She run off twice n Red 'd go find her n haul her back. 

BBQ wuz so good, folks didn't stay away tho. Fact is, startin' 'round '64… '65 'ish they did a pretty damn good business, cuz a the location, right on the highway n all, folks passin' through to Austin n Taylor n such. Hell, they didn't know 'em, n it wuz the only place ta git any good BBQ anywhere for twenty miles around, any that tasted like them Sawyers could do it. Nobody could beat it. Juicy n tender… mmmm-hmm, it jest melted right in your mouth. Old Pa, "Red," we called him, cuz his face wuz always so damn red, he'd laugh, tell his jokes, n flirt with all them young girls, right there big as day in front a poor Lorrine. She wadn't bigger n a minute. Lorrine wuz left orphaned after her folks wuz washed away down in Galveston in that 1915 hurricane. Somebody found this poor little squallin' baby right on the beach after it hit. She never even knew her real name, cuz nobody could find no trace nowhere of her folks, nor any family… nothin'. Red met her when she wuz about 14, brought her up here. Folks said Grandpa wuz pretty excited, I remember hearin' that. 

Grandma Sawyer wuz taken to Terrell Institute for the Insane way back in 1915, lost her mind early. Now, that wuz real sad. She came back home here n there, n he'd send her back. They dropped "Insane" from the name in '25, switched it ta "State Hospital." My grandma knew her, grew up with her, over in Kaufman. She lived at the hospital off n on fer almost 30 years, finally died there. I guess you already knew about her though.

Red, liked the young girls… the tighter the tops n shorter the shorts. He'd eye 'em up and down, give 'em his slick wick-ed crookety ol' smile, n pop 'em some extras n freebies in their bags. The local boys caught on quick, got smart ya know? They'd drive 'em up, git the girls to go in n pick up their stuff to-go, tell 'em ta jest work it a little, "jiggle it," they'd all say, n have a big ol' laugh watchin' Red oglin' 'em. Round about '68… '69, cafe got ta be so bleepin' busy you had to git there early, or you'd be waitin' a half hour, or more. Weirdest one was that durn red haired kindy baldy-boy, some cousin or somethin' from the Gein side a the family. They said he come down from Plainsfield, Wisconsin, n they had him washin' windshields n turnin' meat. Odds n ends, I guess. First time I laid eyes on him, I said, "Wut-Is-That?" Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, needed a check-up from the neck up… if you git ma drift? He disappeared one day just like that. Makes a body wonder, don't it? What I wanna know is where's all that BBQ money. Never kept no bank accounts. I guarantee ya it's buried somewhere on that property. 
 But ever body talked 'bout them poor boys, n wut must be goin' on at home. After Lorrine left, that's when they quit comin' to school. Somebody said they saw her climbin' into a semi headed south on I-35, late one night. "bout two years later, somebody else told me she wuz livin' in Needles, California, but I don't know. She never showed up here again that's fer sure. Freddie… funny, hard for me to call him that now. I jest call him, Leatherface now days. We all felt bad for them boys, but you didn't screw around in Sawyer's business. Funny thing, just like all kids that git beat, they still want their daddy's to be proud of 'em. Know what I mean? Damnedest thang, but, it happens a lot. Sad.

"Big goddamn bully," Jed told everybody around town, "… ever since Pop got him that first chainsaw." They'd all worked out at the slaughterhouse at one time or another. Had to 've changed 'em. Somethin' did. Later, Jed didn’t sleep in the house no more, he wuz just too scared of him. That wuz no secret. Slept in the barn, or in good weather in a tent he set up in the woods, down near the tank on the edge of their back property. You know, down near the Simpson place? Town joke was: Jed liked old Leatherface just a little bit less the day that semi splattered him from Austin all the way to Waco.

Freddie, that is, "Leatherface," he had what they said wuz "special talents." Freddie might be two beers short of a six pack, but he sure as shit had talents, always showin' off out at the slaughterhouse. Skinnin' things. Yessiree, he did. Talk buzzed out at the old slaughter house about him. You could tell Red n Grandpa admired him for them talents. Jed did, too, but he was jest too damn jealous to ever admit it, ya see. It just made him boil over, bore a hole in his measly little 'ol soul. Jed wuz warped. As I come ta wrap my mind around it, only later you understand… it wuz that way with Jed only 'til they got the bodies home. Then he got some kinda kick or somethin'. You know we had many a grave robbin' went on here fer years, all of 'em wuz middle aged ladies, n no-body-wuz-ever-caught. Came together better when we found them masks n . . . well . . . let's just say, body-parts. They wuz all over the house. Yes sir, I went with the sheriff and saw it fer myself! They had all sorts a contraptions n thangs we found in that house afterwards . . . made me so sick ta my stomach, I went outside n upchucked. Hell, we found that poor kid's damn heart n liver in a pan on-the-stove! We both jest had ta go outside ta breathe finally . . . smell wuz somethin' I can't ever get off me.

Anyway, the story is, Leatherface stayed home all alone with Grandpa that day, while Jed and Pop were gone. Pop Sawyer off to the cafe, and brother Jed, off to who knows where, up to no good that’s for sure. Course, there was Grandpa, upstairs. Back in the day, Grandpa was more mo-bile and he could kindy keep an eye on Freddie, most a the time. OK that is anyway… when he started to go a little crazy, ya know? But, not  by ’73. That day it was just Leatherface, left all alone with Grandpa. Well, he did have one thing to keep him company, his evilness… and his “devices." We’ll just never know. Maybe that day would have gone down differently if only those poor youngsters hadn’t wound up running outa gas. 

Leatherface said it was all their fault, “those snoopy fuckin’ kids,” after we got 'em all back to the sheriff's office. That’s what the sheriff and the rangers said set him off the worst, n then all of a sudden he'd break out a gigglin'. Red kept yellin' at him ta shut-up. Pretty quick we wrestled Red out and took him over ta the Taylor jail. Once Red wuz gone, he got back ta blabbering on about it, then makin' them squeakin' sounds, n gruntin' like a pig, only got one oar in the water, that one."

With that, Bob gave me a wink, bobbed his head, n clucked his tongue. You can bet they weren't any too happy to get Red Sawyer over in Taylor. This wuz Round Rock's problem and they wanted no part of those Sawyer creeps.

Pam’s True Story Before Jerry opened the freezer and was instantly killed by Leatherface, Pam slipped in and out of consciousness. When Leatherface pushed her back in the freezer, she was awake. Dizzy, her head pounding, her back throbbing, but awake. She began to slowly realize the terrible horrors that had occurred in the last hours that day, 

Then, it came back to her. Kirk, oh, God, no! Kirk! The memory ran through her veins… Kirk lying on that putrid table, that other room, the chicken… and were those bones? Human bones? That monster! Suddenly she felt herself sweating, and an overpowering desperation to escape. Frantically, in the dark cold, Pam began to feel around clumsily for the freezer latch. There! There it is!! It was then she realized: the latch was broken! It was broken! The lid was not locked, it was open! Hyperventilating, Pam sucked in her breath, and tried to swallow, but her throat was so dry. She held back a cough, as she laid there in fear… for minutes, but what seemed like forever to her. 

She wept silently, listening in agony to Sally's pleading, begging, her screams, men laughing at her, taunting her. Oh, Sally! Dear God, please help us! Who were these other voices? Where was that monster with the chainsaw? What was IT, human? One of the voices, she thought she recognized. She’s heard that voice. But who? Who was it? Had she met him? Where? She felt utterly and completely helpless. Then she remembered the voice was that scuzzy idiot hitchhiker!

In her gut, Pam knew exactly what she had to do. There was nothing she could do for Sally, her beloved friend, not alone. No way, not now, not with all of them there. How many were there? She then knew, she had to escape to get help. Now! With all the courage she could muster, Pam made what would be the most prophetic, and the toughest decision she would ever make in her entire life. The decision, she would escape. 

She could hardly move with the enormous pain shooting through her battered body, but carefully, ever so very carefully, with all the strength she had left, she slowly pulled herself up, and climbed out of the freezer. She shook in panic every time she heard their movements, cringing at their grotesque laughter. Afraid even to breathe, little Pam,  slipped soundlessly out the kitchen's back door. Dizzy, numb, frozen, heart pounding, hardly breathing, in her desperation and sheer terror she began to feel her feet as they began to run. Run! Run!  End Pam Lives! Part I

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