#hoodie hilltop

[hoodiehilltop]

#hoodie hilltop #horror #gardenback #gardenback records #seinfeld #meme #movie memes #horror memes #the thing

[lupineaerosol]

traveler | thomas shelby x f!reader

Not my image!

pairing : thomas shelby x time traveled!reader

word count : 3,831 :P

summary : a trip to scotland for a belated birthday celebration turns into a blast from the past when you find yourself in 1919 with no chance of getting home, until you meet someone on a train to London that tells you he can help your situation and get you a visa....

warnings : angsty at times, near death experience (hypothermia), inspector campbell being creepy for the plot, bad writing, i have no concept of how much money a british pound is so ??, warnings will change with each chapter so please read them carefully!

notes : reader is 23-27 but no specified age, this is kind of an Outlander A.U. where the reader travels through a stone circle (or cairn for this one lolz) and goes back in time

a.n. : this chapter is technically an intro to the rest of the plot that ties in with the canon + vvv descriptive bc thats my writing style :P + also i suck at summaries + just recently got back into writing as a hobby, so this might be absolute trash but I'm very proud. if anyone has any issues with the content or what i write about because it goes against anything online please let me know so i can fix it!!

Not my image!

The black hoodie clings to your skin, sopping wet and forcing a chill through your skin. In the split second it took to regain consciousness, you realize your clothes are soaked, and judging at how badly you're shivering and that you're face-down in the grass, you've been asleep in the rain for god knows how long. Rolling over the damp grass to sit up, you catch a glimpse at the location you find yourself, the cairn outside the small town you had been staying at in Scotland on vacation. 

The sky was dim, sunrise slowly encroaching over the heavy raindrops on the hills. Sitting against one of the boulders of the cairn, a shaky breath leaves your chest, fanning out in front of your face. Through the near hypothermia that's started to quickly make you sweat, a deep uneasiness started to take root, but you were far too panicked to acknowledge it in the moment.

You jumped to your feet, realizing how little time you have alive could be without action, rubbing your hands together for as much friction they could create, dancing your legs in place to wake your body back up. Attempting a warm breath into your hands barely helped your frigid and close-to-death state. The cold was numbing, the fog in your brain was all around you, mentally and physically, keeping the hilltop the cairn sat upon as an island amidst a sea of grey. And suddenly there was a faint light approaching. 

The candlelight within the squeaking lamp softened the mist, making it far more inviting than the haze the man emerged from. Your shivers halted abruptly, the uneasiness bubbled up from your stomach to your throat, a foul taste in the back of your mouth spread over your tongue. 

"'ello!! 'ello is anyone out 'ere?!" The man's shoulders shook with a powerful Scottish accent, and a strong sense of safety accompanied it. Alas, the shivers returned in full force.

"Here!" Your voice broke sharply. "I-I'm over here!" Attempting to speak up through the shakes and ambiance of early dawn proved difficult, your breathing overtaken by the cold and feverish urge to survive. 

And luck was on your side today, for the first time.

"Hello?" The gentleman turned to the sound of your voice, not expecting to find you curled in a ball and soaked to the bone. And in strange clothes that were quite unseemly for a woman of your age. The outer layer that draped over you and the denim that clad your legs were downright outlandish to the man in front of you. 'Damn Americans and their strange styles of dress'  He thought to himself quickly, before stepping lightly over to you, helping you up, and taking his overcoat off to throw across your shoulders.

The warmth was welcomed greatly. You nearly stopped shivering for a moment as the smell of worn and slightly wet leather, cologne and fire overtook you. It was the most definitive thing you could grasp on to in the few minutes, or hours, you had been conscious of.

"Ma'am, what are you doing out here at the time of morn'? You'll catch yourself a death of a cold out in this weather for much longer." The older man took your hand and led you to his carriage and horse. What am I doing out here? The reasoning escaped you through the fog, but you caught a glimpse.

A stone in your hands, turning in your palm as you walk the grounds of a historic castle. Your phone died in your hands mid photo, with the cairn in the fading pixels.

Where are you?

Your slowly warming hand finds its way into the soaked pocket of your hoodie, and alas, no such stone was to be found. Your cell phone and wallet remained, but judging by the man assisting you, there didn't seem to be much hope in asking if he had a charger you could borrow.

He paused to let you lean against the large wooden wheel of his cart, waiting a moment before speaking. A gentler tone took his voice. "Ma'am, do you remember how you got out here?"

The fog had cleared, both in your mind, and as the first bits of sunlight rose from the eastern horizon. After a pregnant pause, you responded.

"I'm vacationing here, from America." That much was true, you were from America and you were here on vacation, the only question was when you were visiting. You had flown over in a modern plane, taken a modern train from London to Edinburgh, and then a taxi to Inverness. The man in front of you made a subtle face of surprise, as if the journey you have described could have taken over 6 months, when in it only took 2 days for you to be a quarter of the way around the globe.

"I'm sorry you've found yerself so far from home, Inverness 's not a place I would expect an American to want to travel." The man moved the lantern from his hand to a metal bar attached to the seat of the carriage. He busied himself with his gloves. "If I'm correct, you're shivering out of yer britches and startin' to sweat at the same time." You nodded quickly, sharp pins and needles erupting from the skin you moved. The man brushed his hand over his chin, considering his options. 

"My daughter Isa will have coffee and a warm hearth awaitin'. Once you've warmed up we can 'elp you return to wherever ye came from." The man sounded less than enthusiastic to have an American in his home, but the desperate need of your medical situation demanded his unwilling help. No one wanted to have any connection to a dead foreigner found at a locally mysterious site known for having a frequency of people going missing when visiting.

He helped you up onto the bouncing wooden seat. The smell of horse and leather of the reigns was the second most tangible thing you could consider basing your reality off of. This was obviously not the 21st century. A young woman, possibly anywhere in the 1830's to the 1940's (judging the man's attire and horse) in a foreign country with no possible way of proving her existence via official documents. That was the reality of the matter. You had no idea when you were, and if there was a possibility of getting back to the modern day.

Focus, and compartmentalize. There will be time to deal with the larger issues later on. Don't freeze to death, and then figure out what time and day it is. Gently and slowly returning to work, your brain made its first decision of this strange crisis: Deal with it later. In the meantime, you were able to do a quick mental diagnostic ; Legs work, fingers bend and grab, your stomach growls and you understand that your guts and heart still work, you've spoken to the man, so obviously your mouth and voice still work just fine. The only outlier was what year you were inhabited by accident.

The gentleman took one last glance at the girl who had barely spoken, and urged his horse forward toward the gentle outline of a stone town a few miles away.

-

The fire overtook the crisp and clammy feeling that crawled over your body. Heat licked at your hair and half exposed arms. You had met the man's daughter, Isa, and she had practically thrown a warm cup of half brewed coffee out of half awake panic. Although your father walking into your kitchen with a strange young woman at barely 5 in the morning would alarm you as well.

Adding to the alarm, Isa was just as perplexed about your strange, "American" clothes. She was convinced no one was strange enough to wear those clothes willingly, and since you were of similar size with Isa, she gave you a few of her old clothes to wear as you warmed in front of the fire. A bulky, tan skirt slightly too tight at the waist and a thin, loose in the bosom white blouse. You sat at the hearth with a large blanket draped over your shoulders, reminiscent of the smell of the man's overcoat. 

Your clothes draped near the fire, steam coming off of your printed socks with cats on them. Isa had commented about the craftsmanship and how expensive they must have been. You barely muttered a response that would have made sense. All that time spent taking notes in World History class, and you remember nothing about Britain and Scotland after the Revolutionary war or before WWII. The grip on your phone was tight and you quietly pondered as to how you were going to keep it hidden while you were here. There was hope to get home. At least for now. 

"So you really can't remember anything?" Isa leaned over to place the back of her hand over your warm forehead. 

"Nothing from before your father found me." You only partially lied, you can't directly remember how you ended up at the cairn.

"But you remember your name, right?" Isa sat back in her chair, reaching for a cup of coffee on the dining table. 

"Oh, right, sorry. My name is (y/n)." Your answer was curt, unrevealing as possible. 

The morning dragged on. The sun was up, the clock on the wall above the sink read 7:46. Time. 

"What day is it?" You asked quietly into your coffee while attempting to cool it off. 

"Wednesday." Isa had been buzzing around the kitchen, completing various tasks but while also keeping an eye on you. Her father had toddled off somewhere else in the house, his footsteps were heard, but not yet seen in daylight. "But if you would like the specifics, it's Wednesday, February 5th, in the year 1919." 

"Thank you, Isa." 

-

Hours later and lots of planning around the limited memory you spoke about having, it was decided that Isa's father would lend you a 20 pound note he had been saving (He was subtly adamant you got his address to mail money back to him) for the trains to London, and Isa gifted you a few of her mother's worn skirts and blouses.

The plan was for you to travel back to London and hopefully return to either your home country or your family, though you knew both of these things were problematic. Isa's father, Robert, had left around 8 to ask around the town about your family, or anyone who may have traveled with you. No one had a clue. You thanked both of them urgently, and with deep appreciation. A small mental note was categorized that you should repay more than just the 20 pounds, kindness as bountiful as had been shown to you was deserved of a larger reward.

A short walk with many stumbles to the train station back to Edinburgh. The heels of your company's shoes clicked against the raised wooden deck parallel to the stone station. 

"Thank you both, for your generosity." You gripped at the skirt that fell to the tips of your toes barely covered your Chuck Taylor Converse. Isa smiled gently, holding a worn and broken leather carrying case out to you to take.

"I can't do enough to pay you all back." You made a note to include Isa's mother in the thanks, as she was also indirectly gifting you items.

"Goin' home safe," a large pause entered the conversation following Robert's comment. Isa had earlier explained that her father has a strange and unusual issue with Americans. Especially visiting somewhere like Inverness. "-Is all we can pray for." His voice was genuine, but with a hint of resentment. Not towards you, but aimed at something far larger than you. Robert was odd. Everything is odd. If you were only slightly more deranged, you would be acting just as cold and bitter as he was. 

The train whistle was enough to make you jump out of your skin slightly, and the final call for boarding passengers was announced by the conductor.

"Again, thank you both. Your kindness is appreciated more than you can imagine." Taking the bag from Isa's hands, the heft slightly surprised you, but recovered as you walked up the steps to the train. Part of you wanted to stay, see what life you could carve here while trying to get home through the cairn. The other part of you understood that there isn't a choice in going home. 

A large smile was across Isa's face when you found her among the scattered people on the raised deck, her father seemed to have already walked away and started on the walk home. A smile and wave and the train chugged into motion, steam flying behind the glass. You catch your reflection briefly. (y/e/c) eyes and an ill greenish grey colour clung to your skin, the grey skies unrelenting in their goal to forbid sunlight from reaching Scotland’s soil. It was pitiful to see yourself like this, a homesick and anxious ache bloomed in your gut. Settling into the steady chugging, the warmth of the shirt on your shoulders, and the steadiness of your seat beneath you was reality enough to coax you into a well deserved sleep. 

-

A clamorous crash awoke you from the short nap your body allowed, the train had stopped, and with it came your carrying case from the weak storage compartment situated above your head. Calming your racing heart, you leaned over to stand and pick the dry leather handle from the floor and returned the hefty item to its previous place. A huff of breath while you fall into your seat, and your pulse finally calms down. You looked out the glass at the yellow train station sign reading the carefully painted words ‘Welcome to Manchester’ slowly. 

People filed onto and off of the individual train cars, and soon enough your train car was mostly filled, all except the private aisle you suddenly shared with an older man in a bowler hat and bulky, black overcoat. Scanning him as he took the opposing corner seat in the small room.  Everything about this man was understated, his tie held no colour, nor did his vest or suitcoat. The only colour to bespeckle this man was the icy blue of his eyes, weathered by age, and his salt and pepper hair and mustache.

He carried and opened a file of paperwork close to his chest, but sitting across from him it was easy to see that he had no intention of keeping the title private; ‘TOP SECRET, SPECIAL BRANCH, BSA MUNITIONS ROBBERY : PRIME’- Suspects, finishing the sentence you couldn’t read fully. With the amount of heist movies you watched before you were thrown back in time gave you a good inference that this man was police, or whatever British version of the FBI that happened to exist in 1919.

You were shocked the man didn’t seem to acknowledge your existence in the train car, until he swiftly checked to see where your eyes had been trailing and caught you staring directly at the opened folder.

“Has your family yet taught you that staring is quite rude?” A gruff and grumbled voice projected from beneath his bushy mustache. You removed your eyes quickly from the grey-green envelope. He carried the corners back towards each other, closing the file to place it on his lap.

“They did, I apologize.” You moved to turn your body away from him, crossing your left leg over your right to lean against the window, eyes dragging sleepily over the quickly passing trees. You hadn’t even been aware the train had started moving again. Your accent seemed to surprise the man.

“American?” He queried. You nodded, turning your head back to look in his direction. “If I may be so bold and ask, are you traveling to London?”

“Yes, actually. I hope to travel home once I arrive there.” You pondered quickly over the depth of information you wanted to share with the man. “I lost my passport while visiting Inverness, I need to speak to the police in London to figure out how I can get home without it.” 

The man’s mustache lifted gently with a slight smile. “Well, I suppose it’s a good thing we met today, my name is Chester Campbell, I’m an Inspector with the Scotland yard. I can get you a travel visa in Birmingham tomorrow, and then the day after you can be on a boat in London sailing back to the states.” He enthusiastically put his hand to his knee, outwardly excited for the upcoming few days. Your warning alarms were blaring in your head, but you doubted this man would let you stray away from the plan he just created.

“May I see your identification?” You hoped he would be too excited to hear in your voice how deeply you distrusted him. “It’s awfully dangerous for a young woman like myself to be traveling with a stranger who can’t prove his identity.” A shy smile lit your face gently, hoping to ease your own tension. He gave off waves of steeled and attuned senses to something. What it was you couldn’t pinpoint, but you could barely manage to stay in the same car with the way your skin suddenly crawled.

“Of course m’lady,” He handed you his badge after drawing it from within his breast pocket on his overcoat. All his information seemed appropriate for a man of his age and stature, and your hackles smoothed down with the small comfort that he was in fact a police officer. “Anything for the comfort of the fairer sex.” 

Ew. Forget your skin crawling, you felt violently ill. But he could get you to America sooner. Although, what the hell would be good about being a woman traveling by herself to her nonexistent home in the states? Where would you even go once you got to New York? Dangers lurk around every turn, this Inspector Campbell was proof of this. I can’t give this opportunity away, as much as I dislike him. I might not get another chance to fall into my lap like this. “Thank you, Inspector.” A response finally fell through your teeth as you handed his badge back to him, and he tucked it back into its place within his coat. A tense conversation of small talk filled the remainder of the ride to Birmingham, your trust in him was nonexistent, and the hour and 30 minute ride didn’t improve it.

-

Stretching your legs from the excruciatingly long train ride was a welcomed feeling, stepping off the train and onto the Birmingham station platform. The sun was setting and you needed a drink. The trunk in your hand bumped your leg as you walked with it, eager to get away from that god forsaken room the Inspector filled with conversation through the entire ride. Swiftly asking those scattered around the buildings surrounding the station, The Garrison seemed to be the only pub within walking distance and price range, and so you started your venture to find food and drink. Your legs carried you away from the station as fast as possible before the Inspector had the chance to corner and engage you in yet another drawn-out commentary on the weather. 

The Inspector had also offered to take you out for dinner, but you refused politely as you were collecting your things on the train to leave swiftly. If an hour of his time was grating years off of your life like it seemed to have done, you can’t imagine dinner with him. It might kill you on the spot. 

The intricate details on the glass of the front façade gave The Garrison an odd aura that felt so very welcoming and warm, and yet the building itself had a feeling of owning wary and watchful eyes. Pushing through the doors, the rubber of your shoes squealed loudly against the marble flooring, catching the eyes of many of the other patrons through the frosted glass. You paused against the second set of doors to steady yourself and grip the handle of your carrying case before walking directly to the golden bar top and shimmying up onto a stool.

It wasn’t a great bar, in fact it was barely more than four walls, a few windows, and a mountain of liquor. The lighting was dim, keeping the more unseemly stains from the eyes of the customers. The woodworking of the booths behind you was gorgeous, beautiful craftsmanship that was beer spackled and possibly pissed on. The woodwork behind the bar seemed less abused, instead worn and well loved, and before you could admire it any further, the tall bartender asked you for your order.

“What food do you have here?” You asked swiftly, running on fumes and short tempered from the train ride. You, very less than subtly, reached down your shirt to where you had stashed the 20 pounds in your bra. Luckily The Garrison paid no attention, and you were able to order the largest meal the man in front of you could provide: a few slices of sourdough bread, cheese and a small chicken breast with potatoes. Pairing it with a large stein of beer, you were barely awake by last call, nearly asleep on the bar after everyone else had cleared out, except for the strange group of men that had been in and out of the corner room over the course of the night. 

“Ma’am, I hate to do this to you, but you can’t sleep at the bar tonight.” The bartender leaned against the golden surface with a rag over his shoulder. God knows what time it was, and there was no possible way of getting you to care. 

“Is there anywhere nearby for less than,” You did a quick tally in your mind to count the remaining coins in your pocket. “10 pounds a night?” Lifting your head from the counter to gaze up at the barman.

He sighed above you. “Look, don’t let anyone know about it, and I’ll let you sleep at one of the booths for tonight. You seem like a good enough woman, but tomorrow morning you are done loitering here and you’ll move along.” He bargained, and your heart leapt in your chest at the grace of the cards that have been falling into place around you. 

“Thank you so much, sir. I’ll help you open tomorrow morning if that would help at all, I really do mean to earn my keep for tonight.” You suggested, overexcited at the fact you had a place to stay the night. He seemed to chew on the idea in his mind for a moment.

“I don’t see why that wouldn’t work.” He nodded. “The name’s Harry Fenton, I own the Garrison.”

“I’m (y/n),” You smiled slightly. “And I think I will be going to bed now.”

notes pt2. : woooaaah holy crap that was a lot im so sorry for such a long intro chapter but trust itll make sense next chapter :P i legit worked on this chapter for a week and I will try my best to learn how to make a freakin masterlist now that im finally back into writing stuffs :> idk when pt 2 will be out but i can start a tag list if anyone wants to be added

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #Thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby x you

[lover-girl-estxx]

The Girl

last part

*not my gif"

| Next Week |

"come on" he grabbed my hand pulling me out of the cell. he brought us into a room shutting the door "change ya clothes", I started going through the drawers with shaky hands. I put on lose pair of jeans with a belt and a hoodie, he changed too. He opened a jar and started eating "where are we going from here?" I whispered "it's called hilltop" I nod.

He grabbed a metal pipe as we ran to the line of bikes, a man came around corner "Dare" I tapped his shoulder, he looked up "the hell" the guy said "wow wow it's cool I swear you guys can walk right out that back gate and I wont say anything to anybody I should be there right now but...listen i'm just trying to get by just like you please" Daryl brought the pipe over his head and hit the guy "daryl" another guy said as daryl kept hitting him "Dare!" I said he looked up out of breath "daryl" the guy said he dropped the pipe and leaned down grabbing a gun from the guy "it ain't about just getting by here it's about getting everything," he came back to me "I got the key lets go" he said hopping on the bike "come on" he added I hopped on wrapping my arms around his waist laying my head on his back.

We pulled up to a gate, it opened and people stood around the opening he put the stand and hopped off hugging a woman with short short brown hair "this is um-" he cleared his throat "I'm Y/n Ford" one of the woman looked to Daryl "Abe's sister" he added the woman got a sad look "i'm Sasha I was with him" I nod "sorry" I whispered "i'm sorry too".

"you want to share a place?" he asked lowly "if you want I wouldn't mind" I replied "l want too" I gave a light a smile I grabbed his hand and we walked to the trailer. "heres clothes and there's hot water for showers" Jesus said "thank you" I said he nodded before leaving. I sighed looking at Daryl on the couch "i'm gonna shower for you want to join" I said "you me to shower with ya?" I shrugged "yeah I've seen.... you all ready. I don't care" I softly grabbed his hand "come on" I whispered he stood up following me to the bathroom.

I wrapped my arms around his neck running my fingers through his hair "thank you" I said he nodded he put a rough hand on my waist "really daryl I mean it" I said moving closer to him he looked into my eyes pulling me into him I kissed him moving a hand to his cheek "I owe you everything" I whispered "nah you don't, not a thing" I smiled.

I laid my head on his chest both half asleep I traced his tattoo that I could now see he rubbed my arm "you think he'll find us here?" "nah" he said I looked up "I think we'll just stay in the woods for a bit maybe" I nod "okay" "ya'd do that with me?" "yeah your kinda the only thing I have D" he rubbed my shoulder and turned the light off "night sunshine" he kissed my head "goodnight dare".

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon drabbles

[avariceaside]

SPACE VAST OC GANG!!!! please share more about Gracie I'd love to compare :3

Yeah!! Another Vast Oc for the pile!!

Hoo boy where do I start with Gracie. I think she'd have always been a bit obsessed with the space and the ocean as a kid, and become an avatar after nearly drowning on a open ocean diving trip with her parents. She went a bit too deep (fell into a Vast area) and ran out of oxygen, but was just like "eh, worse ways to die. I'll admire the ocean in my final moments" and kinda just, accepted the Vast. Idk how to really put it. It kinda filled a longing in her, a void in her soul that yearned for the endless expanses and infinite blues I think is the best way to say it.

Overall she's pretty carefree, and just uses her powers to chill in the void and/or infinite sky, while occasionally throwing some poor dude into the Vast. I think her favorite would be scaring divers by just chilling underwater in normal clothes way deeper than people should be, or doing the same thing to astronauts but that doesn't really get to happen that often. One time Simon Fairchild got to a victim before her and she still holds a grudge. (She uses his money to pay for uni and other assorted things as 'payback')

Physically when she's not using her powers her hair moves in the air slightly more than normal, almost floating, and her eyes are a very light blue. She also usually wears hoodies/ comfy clothes. When she is using her powers her eyes can shift from an almost glowing bright blue to an endlessly deep blue, like deep space or the depths, and her hair whips around like its in intense wind. Being around her kinda feels like when you're in between sleeping and awake and youre just starting to dream, but then it feels like you trip and you jerk awake, but constantly.

She also has a girlfriend! Her name is Jackie and she's an avatar of the web. They met in high school after Gracie came back from her trip. Jackie was already an avatar and decided to help show her the ropes. They started dating after they started university, which is coincidentally how they got involved with the archives. They needed to get some statements for a project (and bother Elias) and it snowballed into them hanging around and being cryptic at Jon and the others.

Jackie usually keeps her hair up, with one side of her head shaved, and a pink streak in the other. Her eyes are a really deep brown, and when she uses her powers they shift to a bright red. She can also open 6 other eyes, or form more arms, as well as being able to create/ see the threads that connect others and manipulate them. While Gracie is a bit ambivalent towards feeding her fear, seeing it more as a necessity to keep the powers that make her 'whole", Jackie enjoys creating fear and toying with others, even when she doesn't really need to.

Overall I'd say they're rather attached to humanity, and were pretty disturbed by the whole Eyepocalypse, and they definitely tried to help Jon and Martin undo everything. (Although I will say Jackie probably had a little more fun with the whole thing, and Gracie probably didn't hate every part of it soooo).

After the Eyepocalypse they lost their powers and kept a low profile during what I'd imagine would be avatar hunts (if the Simon Fairchild comment was anything to go by), before starting a YouTube channel to boost their image. Jackie is the face and Gracie is the camera and nothing ever goes wrong. They for sure never try and film at a place suuuper connected to the Fears like, say, Hilltop Road, and they for sure don't get pulled into an alternate dimension. No siree!

There's probably a lot more rattling around in my brain about those two, but I think those are the broad strokes. I also realized I've done a shockingly small amount of digital art of the two, so I guess I'll just put what I can scrounge around under the read more because this post is pretty long already :p

ALSO! Thank you so much for sending the ask! If you can't tell I love to talk about my little guys lol

them <3

#sorry for the late response! school is trying to kill me :) #that video is also on my youtube! its the name name as my url and has some videos of my other ocs #I have so much art of these two in my irl sketchbook but my camera is broken so I cant take pictures T-T #long post #tma oc #tma ocs #avarice art #the vast #the eye

[warmaidensrevenge]

It’s the end of the world

Pairings: Alden x plus!size reader Eddie x plus!size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: I have this idea of Eddie and Dustin joining the walking dead. This is definetly different but i hope you like it. I haven't caught up on the series. Spoilers!!! So this takes place after alpha killed Henry and Enid.

Warnings: 18+ smut, slight degrading, Language, angst, arguing, mentions of death and Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The world ended. Alden finds you and falls in love again. However, a new comer and his friend needs your help.

You were cornered. How you ended up in this pharmacy with 30 or 40 fucking stinkers was stupid. You knew better than this. You knew after 6 years of running and hiding that you should never get so close to a fucking settlement. This time though you need supplies really bad. You were running super low on water and medicine.

The only thing blocking them from you was the damn gate that was on the counter. Your dog was barking attracting more and more. This was it you thought. Finally you were gonna die. You had a couple of rounds in your 9mm but it was only for emergencies. The only other weapon you had was a kabar. So little by little you stabbed the fuckers in the head. But you could see the gate coming loose.

For the first time since this all started you were scared. You sat down on the floor and held Lucy Doing your best to shoosh her. You pulled out your gun and started to cry.

" It's okay Lucy, we're finally gonna go home."

You brought the gun up to her head. You were about to pull the trigger but you just couldn't. You got up and pulled out all the shelves in one of the cupboards across from you. You put Lucy in.

" Listen. I love you okay. Be quiet. And stay."

Lucy quit her barking and sat down. You closed the door and pulled out the string in your hoodie and tied a knot in the handles.

You didn't know what you were gonna do. But you were not dying today. If you were then you were gonna die fighting. You quickly wrote a sign that Lucy was in the cupboard on the window. You tried it earlier but it was bullet proof.

Fucking rednecks in stupid Virginia!

You were looking around for anything when you heard the bolts falling out. They were breaking through.

" Fuck fuck fuck!"

There was literally nothing to help. You pulled down a shelf to slow them down and pulled out your knife and watched them come in. You got a few before you heard gunshots. You ducked down and crawled as best you could under the shelf. But of course you were too big to fit. So you just balled yourself up until the shots stopped.

You had this shooting pain in your side. You looked down pulling up your shirt and saw that you were bleeding. Two bullet wounds were next to each other on your right side.

Fucking amateurs.

You heard voices and you tried to hide but then Lucy started to bark. So you got up and crawled to her. Your hands were shaking trying to untie the knot. She came out and licked your face.

" Good girl."

The last thing you remembered was a dark blonde headed guy with brown eyes. You heard Lucy growl and bark before you passed out.

...

When you woke you were in a room that looked like it was stuck in the colonial times. Lucy was at the foot of the bed. She instantly got up and laid on your lap whimpering. That's when you heard a voice.

" Hi."

You jumped and looked around for your bag.

" No. No. You're safe."

" Where-where are we?"

"Umm this place is called the Hilltop."

" oh...kay. Can I leave?"

" Uhh but you're still hurt."

You lifted the blanket and saw that you were in just your underwear. With a bandage wrapped around your stomach. Completely embarrassed about your thick body you covered yourself up.

" umm where are my clothes?"

" They're being washed. Here. I found some extras for you." The guy said handing you some.

You hesitated to take them but you wanted to leave so you did.

"Can you turn around?"

" Oh. Yeah yeah."

When he did you quickly got dressed.

" I'm Alden by the way."

You didn't say anything. Lucy kept whining.

" Umm your dog has been looking sick lately."

" Where's my bag?"

He pointed at a chair and you went to retrieve it.

His eyes followed you and you rummaged for something in it. You pulled out a small vile and a syringe.

" Come here Lucy."

She came to you slowly. She looked so tired.

" Sit. Medicine."

She sat down and let out a soft cry when you gave her a shot. After you pulled out a snack for her and petted her until she was finished.

" What was that?" Alden asked.

" She's a diabetic." You said still looking at Lucy.

" Oh. Is that why you were in the pharmacy?"

You nodded. You got up and put on your shoes.

" I don't know anyone who would risk getting killed for a dog other than Daryl."

" She's not just a dog to me." You were being cold to him.

You whistled and Lucy followed you out.

" Hey wait." Alden called after you.

You walked up to the fence and shouted for them to let you out.

" Hey. Just stay for a bit. Eat something and talk to our leader.

' No thanks. I'm better off alone."

He chuckled. " Really? Didn't look like that at the pharmacy."

" Right. Thank you for saving me and Lucy. But I really would like to leave. No good comes from camps."

" Where you at a camp?"

" I don't know you. And I would like to leave. Please."

He was going to say something when a woman came. Lucy went to her immediately and let her pet her.

" Open the gate. If she wants to leave Alden. Let her. But I have to say. You aren't gonna last long in your condition."

" I've been in worse." You retorted

" Yeah? Well you're gonna be slow and with only a knife and a few shots are not gonna get you far."

" I'll be fine." You said looking back and forth between them.

" Well fine. But we can offer you safety and food. For you and your dog."

" I'll manage."

" Fine. Alden. Get her some food and a gun."

Alden gave you a thin lip smile and took off.

" I don't need anything." You said slightly surprised. " Lucy."

" No you do. What you need are people. But if you are insisting on leaving then it's the least we can do to make sure you're given the best chance out there."

" I-I don't like camps. They always fall or they have some crazy person running it."

" You've been to camps before."

You sighed. " Yes. Lucy come here."

Lucy came and sat next to you. You really didn't want to say anything but just something in the woman's eyes made you feel like you could trust her.

" I've been to some too. I used to live in a prison."

" I lived in a town once. But the guy who ran it. He was fucking nuts. If Lucy doesn't like you then you're bad. And she hated that fucker."

She smiled. " I like Lucy. It's a good name. I'm Maggie."

You swallowed. " I'm y/n."

"It's nice to meet you."

You nodded and saw the guy come back. He handed you a sack and a rifle. He patted Lucy on the head and went to stand next to Maggie.

You looked at them and then down to Lucy.

" Can we stay just for a few days? I want to be 100% so I can protect her."

You looked up and they were both smiling.

Alden came to you and grabbed the gun and your things.

" Common. You need to rest."

You and Lucy followed him and Maggie into the house.

" I'm y/n. And this is Lucy."

Alden smiled at you. " nice to meet you."

...

3 weeks later you were helping Alden get ready for a run. They needed supplies. There was something unspoken there. The way he looked at you felt good. You tried to ignore it because you were gonna leave soon. But whenever you came out of the room he was right there. Always. Either smiling at you or playing with Lucy. She liked him. And that was all you needed to know to trust him.

You guys left with a handful of others. It was a long ride to the next town. A few of the dead were wondering but nothing too serious. As you guys split up into groups of two, you and Lucy went off to find some medicine. You needed to stock up on Lucy's insulin. Winter was just about to start and you had to make sure you found a place to hold up in as well.

While you were digging around for supplies you found some antibiotics. You decided to get them for the camp along with cold medicine. During the last winter you had gotten so sick that you barely left the abandoned warehouse you stayed in. Almost freezing to death so you made sure to grab whatever you could to keep that from happening again.

That's when you saw Lucy perk her ears up and staring out the door. Then she bolted. You ran after her into a grocery store. You heard the dead banging on something. That's when you saw Alden getting swarmed. The person he was with was being eaten and you just reacted.

" Lucy. Bark."

And she did so.

" Hide."

And she went. Her barking distracted the dead and you went to help Alden. You guys killed everything in sight. After you guys just stood there.

" Lucy. Come."

She crept out from her hiding place and came to you and Alden.

" Thank you girl." Alden said kneeling down and petted her.

" You should gather the others and head back."

He looked up at you. " you're not coming?"

" No. I found a place for the winter. Here." You handed him the stuff you found and left.

Later that night you were setting up a bed in the attic of an old bar, when you heard footsteps. Lucy didn't get up from her bed. You looked out the small window and saw it had started to snow. You pulled out your gun ready for whoever was coming.

" Y/n?"

" Alden?"

He pulled down the ladder and climbed up.

" You shouldn't have come here. It's gonna be hard to get back."

" I'm not gonna leave you alone here all winter." He said pulling the ladder back up.

" I'm not alone."

He took a step closer. " Well I know. I'm talking about someone other than Lucy."

" I'm okay."

"Look I'm staying okay. I'll sleep on the other side of the room."

You looked at him and there was another moment. It was brief but it was there. " Fine. Just for tonight."

He opened his mouth to argue but you held out your hand. He nodded and set up his bedding next to Lucy.

The night got cold pretty fast. You were asleep when you heard Alden's teeth chattering. You sighed. You would think he would be prepared for the winter.

" Alden. Come here."

He looked up worried.

" Come on. I'm a furnace." You lifted the blanket and he came to you.

" Th-thank y-you."

" I swear. You should have just went home. You could die out here." You said while hugging him

" I-I w-wanted to-to be with y-you."

You pulled away. "Why?"

You could see his breath. He was breathing hard and he was looking at your lips.

"Al-"

He cut you off by kissing you. You pushed him away slightly and stared deep into his eyes. Contemplation whether or not to go there with him.

You leaned back into him kissing with such a lustful need. He unzipped your jacket and pulled it off. You took off his sweatshirt along with his thermal. After returning your lips to his. Your hands reached for his pants as his went for yours. Guess this was going to happen. Once you were both bare he kissed all over your body. Taking your nipples into his mouth and hand. You reached down to touch his length. Sure he wasn't huge or anything but he was big enough. Big enough to make you cum. You started pumping him gently. His beard tickled you as his head went up and down your body leaving a trail of tender kisses.

He adjusted himself so that he was resting on top of you. His thrust was slow and gentle. And it quickly became too slow for you. You repositioned to straddle him and started rocking your hips faster and faster. You held back your moans as you started coming undone. It's been ages since you had sex and Alden just felt so good, so you just let go. You came quickly but still wanted more. So you kept moving. This time Alden lifted his hips so he could go in deeper. His hands were on your ass with his fingers digging in.

You put your hands on his chest and used him as leverage to start moving up and down. With him pulling at your bottom to help. His grunts mixed with your breathy sighs echoed through the attic.

You started picking up the pace when you felt another orgasm coming. That's when Alden's body tensed.

" Want me to cum in you?"

" Hmmm fuck! Yes! Yes!"

"K-kay."

You fucked him through both of your orgasms. You rocked your hips slowly trying to get every last drop of his cum out.

Afterwards he held you.

" I need to get a plan b."

He nodded. " We'll get one first thing in the morning. Then we head back to hilltop."

" I...I don't want to go back."

" Why? Don't you want to be with me?"

" I don't feel safe there."

He kissed your forehead. " I'll keep you and Lucy safe. I promise."

...

Somehow Alden convinced you to make the Hilltop your home. And the only reason you went back was because of him. You liked him and you wanted to protect him. So as winter came and went the spring brought news.

There was word of a hoard heading straight to the Hilltop and you and Alden were getting ready to help deflect them. Maggie had instructed to reinforce the south wall so it was vulnerable during construction.

You guys left with Lucy running by your side. Once you saw the vastness of the hoard you turned to Alden.

"You're the faster rider. You have to tell Maggie it's too big."

" No we can do this together."

" Alden. Please."

" No y/n."

"Just trust me... I'll come back to you."

" Y/n?"

You gave him a look and he nodded. You turned your horse around. And just as you took off you heard Alden say he loved you. You wanted to turn around and see if he really did say that. But you just rode off.

Just a few minutes went by when you heard someone singing and playing music. When you got closer you saw a long haired tall thin guy playing a guitar. And a small kid banging on a trash can lid with a spear.

🎵" Is there no standard anymore?

What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong

you can't be something you're not

Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me

A lesson learned in life

Known from the dawn of time

Respect, walk, what did you say?

Respect, walk, are you talkin' to me?

Respect, walk, what did you say?

Respect, walk

Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?

No way, punk"🎵

" It's been a long time since I've heard Pantera."

They were leading the hoard. You rode in front of them making them stop. They both smiled at you.

The tall one gave you a thumbs up and continued to sing and walk around you. Lucy went right up to him and he quickly patted her head and kept walking.

"I'm Dustin. That's Eddie."

" Umm do you guys know where you're going?"

" uhh I'm y/n." You said following them.

Eddie smiled when he heard your name. Seeing a plump woman riding a horse did something to him. He had never seen such a beautiful girl before. And seeing you look so damn majestic. It set a fire through him. But he couldn't be obvious about it. So he just kept walking.

" Nope. Just leading these away from our camp." Dustin said bagging on his lid again.

" Well you guys are leading them to my camp."

That's when Eddie stopped and turned around. " oh shit. I didn't know there was a settlement near here."

" yeah."

" Shit okay Dustin we got-"

That's when a crawler came out of nowhere and grabbed Eddie's legs making him fall. Another distracted Dustin and spooked your horse making him buck you off. When you fell you jumped up and went to help Eddie.

" Thanks sweetheart. Almost had me there."

Lucy was barking letting you know the hoard was getting too close. After you killed the one who had Eddie you helped him to his feet.

He looked deep into your eyes and saw you blush. He wanted to kiss you for saving his life but he decided against it.

"Common we need to lead them in a different direction." You ordered turning away from him.

He leaned over to Dustin and whispered " I would follow her anywhere."

He saluted you and followed you out into a field.

You shook off that feeling that suddenly came when he looked at you with those ridiculous big brown eyes.

What the hell is going on?

You lead the others while Eddie started playing his guitar again. He grinned watching you talk to Lucy like she was a person. He couldn't help but wonder how a girl like you made it this far. Not that he was judging. But he hadn't seen anyone like you since this started. He figured you must have gone through hell to get here.

...

Your horse came back to Hilltop without you and Alden freaked out. He left again and went to find you. He rode hard and fast until he saw the end of the hoard. Making his way to the front he saw you with two others.

" Y/n?!"

You turned around and Alden hopped off his horse and ran to you. He held you tightly and you hesitated to hug him back.

" Looks like she's spoken for." Dustin nudged Eddie and he looked at you.

" All the good ones are always taken." Eddie said just above a whisper.

" I have never seen you before." Alden said. " we have an alliance with Alexandria. Where's Michonne? Normally she does this type of stuff."

" They were leading them away from Alexandria." You said pulling out of Alden's arms.

You both looked at Eddie and Dustin. For some reason you felt embarrassed when you met Eddie's eyes. You looked away and continued to walk.

" Oh um well my friend and I have been out scouting for new people and we've been gone for like a year. We missed home so when we came back we saw these ugly mugs. So we decided to lead them away before we go back." Eddie said not taking his eyes off of you.

"Y-yeah." Eddie stuttered.

Alden noticed and was upset. " alright well you guys got this right? I want to take my girl back home."

" Alden I'm staying with them. I want to make sure that we lead the dead far enough away."

" Y/n-"

" I wasn't asking for your permission. I'm going"

And there it was. The moment Eddie fell in love with you. He walked by Alden and gave him a thin lip smile and followed you dragging Dustin along.

...

Once the dead were far enough away. You convinced the new guys to stay the night at Hilltop. With a promise to escort them back to Alexandria. Alden was not happy about it. He saw the way Eddie looked at you and he didn't like it. He especially didn't like the way you kept avoiding his affection.

You knew exactly what Alden was doing and it pissed you off. He was staking his claim on you in front of these guys. He always did this when someone would try and talk to you.

Yes you liked Alden. And you did want to be with him. You just felt like when it came to doing things or making decisions for yourself he would always make them for you. And you hated that. Not having a voice.

Maggie told you about the saviors and how he used to be one but he never wanted to be with them. And then when Enid died he changed. You had wished you had met him before that. He seemed like he was really a care guy. Not that he wasn't now. It's just the things he would do made you feel "trapped" for the lack of a better term.

You guys got into it that night about Eddie fawning over you.

" Are you joking? I know you saw how he looked at you y/n?"

You scoffed. "Why does that matter? I'm with you aren't I?"

" Well you didn't have to bring them here. They could have gone back to Alexandria."

" Now you're joking right? They were tired and they needed food."

" I don't care what they need. Just stay away from them!"

You were taken back. " Excuse me?!"

" I'm serious. You're mine. And you can't go with them tomorrow!"

"Listen here! You do not own me! I allow you to be with me. You will not tell me what to do. Do you understand me?!"

"No-"

" Shut the fuck up! You need to stop this right now! If you want to continue to be with me. You need to let me be. Because I will be more than happy to take Lucy and leave."

He flexed his jaw and clenched his fist. "Fuck! Why do you have to be so damn stubborn!"

" I'm not-"

Alden grabbed you and placed a harsh kiss against your lips. Grabbing you everywhere. You pushed him away.

" You can't-"

He cut you off with another kiss and put his hand down your pants.

" Alden...fuck!" You threw your head back as he pressed his fingers roughly against your clothed clit.

His mouth was on your neck in a second. Leaving bites. You fucking hated how much you loved him being like this. So damn rough. You were soaked in seconds.

" On your knees." He ordered

You whimpered as he pulled his hand away. He fucking knew you liked this.

You dropped down to your knees. He took off his shirt and pulled out his cock.

" Open your mouth."

You did sticking out your tongue and he spit. You moaned and swallowed it. He pulled at your chin to open your mouth again and shoved his cock deep down your throat. Causing tears to fall. You held onto his thighs as his hands wrapped in your hair holding you still as he fucked your throat.

He finally let you have air and lifted you up. He pulled off all your clothes and pushed you onto the bed. He lifted and spread your knees apart. He slid his fingers into your throbbing cunt and you raised your hips. Tugging at your nipples.

He pumped until he felt you clench.

" Turn around."

" No" you whined as he took his fingers away.

You bit your lip and rolled over. He grabbed your hips pulling them up so you were on your hands and knees. He gave your ass one hard smack and your core tremble.

" Fuck Alden. Please... please." You begged

He pushed into your sopping cunt burying his length deep inside you. You gasped and gripped the sheets.

" You're fucking mine! This pussy. Is fucking mine!" He said pounding into you.

You were close. Though you knew you would regret this when it was over, you couldn't help but feel so damn good. One of Alden's hands moved from your hip down your back and into your hair. He tugged it pulling you up so that your back was flush with his chest. That's what did it for you.

You came so hard. Alden kept fucking up into you wrapping one hand around your large stomach and the other moving from your hair to your tits. Massaging them roughly and twisting your nipples lightly. He put his forehead on your shoulder and his thrusts becoming slow and hard. He grunted as his hot cum filled you. Your moaning turned into soft sighs until he was finished.

When he pulled out you winced. You laid down covering yourself with a blanket. While Alden went to grab a towel. He came back and got into bed cleaning you and himself. He reached over to the besides table and pulled out one of your morning after pills. He handed it to you with some water.

He pulled you to lay on his chest after. He strokes your back as you held him close.

" Alden, I really hate when you're like that."

" Yeah...I know. I'm sorry."

You were just about to fall asleep when you heard him say that he loved you. Not wanting to say it back you just pretend to fall asleep.

...

Once Alden was knocked out. You quietly put on a flannel and undies. You snuck out to the kitchen and looked for food. You were smacking on some carrots when someone cleared their throat.

" Hey beautiful."

You turned around and Eddie was smiling. It was one of the most amazing smile you had ever seen.

" Umm hey....can't sleep?"

Eddie stood next to you and grabbed a carrot. " Nah. It's hard to sleep when the threat of uglies are just right outside."

" Right? I always find it weird how everyone can sleep so comfortably."

He smiled while chewing. "So uhh. You and your guy are okay? He seemed kinda mad."

" Uhh. Yeah. I guess you can say that."

" What's wrong?" He said tilting his head.

" Uh. Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"How can I not worry about my knight in shining flannel? If you want to talk, I have nowhere to be tonight."

You laughed and gazed into those pretty brown eyes and just felt a sense of trust there. That it was ok if you said whatever to him. That he wouldn't blab to the whole world your inner most thoughts.

" I umm. I think when I go with you guys in the morning. I...might not come back here." You looked away and fiddled with your snack.

" Why? What's wrong with here?"

" it's just...I'm not comfortable. I don't think that I belong here."

" Oh. Huh... Well if you want. I'm sure Alexandria will take you and Alden in. We could definitely use a woman of your talents there."

You gave him a thin lip smile. " No. I mean I don't want to leave here with him. And I don't like settlements. They're just not safe."

Eddie raised his eyebrow. " are you planning on running away?"

You laughed. "I uhh. I guess you can say that."

" Where would you go?"

"I don't know. I just want to take Lucy and go."

Eddie smiled. Even though it wasn't the right time to think this. But he couldn't help but think he had a shot with you. So how could he let you go anywhere without him now?

" What about the beach? We could go to and build a sand castle and eat sushi." He smirked at you.

" We?"

" Well yeah. I can't let a fair maiden like yourself wonder out there with just Lucy. I get that she's important but she gets sick sometimes and she can't always protect you."

" Wait? How do you know she's sick?"

" Her eyes are cloudy. And she drinks a lot of water."

You were a bit shocked. " Oh."

" Yeah so I'm coming with. But Dustin has to come too. I promised a friend I wouldn't leave him behind."

You wanted to say no. That you were better off alone. But something about this guy made you want to agree. Maybe it was his smile or maybe the way that he looked at you. You didn't know. All you did know was that he felt real, he understood the threat. Being around him for just a few hours made you want him around all the time. Sure you felt bad for not feeling that way toward Alden. But you never really thought about a long term thing with him. Then again you guys were living together and having sex. But it never felt right. Just something about it felt like you could never live up to his expectations.

" Hey. Stop that. Don't get lost in there."

Eddie's voice pulled you out of a deep thought. He was much closer than before and he was holding your hand. He was crazy warm and his hand was rough but very comforting.

" um you seem like the type who overthinks."

You laughed looking at his and yours. He was nice. And he saw right through you. When you met his eyes there was a spark. A pretty big fucking spark that you couldn't ignore. You pulled your hand away.

" I uhh....I better head to bed. Early ride to the beach."

He smiled and slowly leaned to give you a kiss on the cheek. You gasped slightly trying to catch your breath.

"See you in the morning princess."

Eddie grabbed another carrot and waved before disappearing into the hallway.

What the hell was that y/n? Not possible. You can't be in love with someone this fucking fast.

...

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🐱💀👗🙏😍 for king diego too!!

ASK MEME

[ 🐱 ] does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals?

diego used to have a pet hermit crab when he and glenn lived together, who was obviously left behind when the outbreak started (rip to hamish the hermit crab). at hilltop, diego has his horse who’s a beautiful black and white spotted pattern, and he also loves helping out with the chickens, but he has no real pets.

[ 💀 ] has your muse gone through anything traumatic? if so, how has this trauma affected them?

on the first day of the outbreak in atlanta, when shit started hitting the fan, he and glenn had raced to the outskirts of the city to try and save diego’s family (who glenn considered his extended, second family as well). the house had been overrun and diego’s family all killed by the time they go there though, and diego was forced to watch glenn kill his little sister who had turned. that moment, of seeing her rotting body tumble to the ground, has haunted diego ever since. even eight years later, when he’s happy and settled in hilltop, he still dreams about her. these days, glenn joins her. beth sometimes too. 

his dreams are pretty crowded these days, actually. he tries not to think about it.

he also has been through most of the standard traumatic things that the group’s gone through, since he’s been with them since the start. shout out to terminus, the return to atlanta, and glenn’s death for his top three most traumatic moments with the group.

[ 👗 ] what is your muse’s fashion sense like? are they able to dress the way they want to? what would they wear in an ideal world?

diego is a plaid and dark denim guy, always has been always will be. his staples are olive green military jackets, hoodies, lace up combat boots, dark jeans, beanies, plaid button ups and black tank tops. his fashion sense was about the same before the world ended, just a bit more put together and less ... stained. also, his hair was better - he used to style it a fair bit, but had maggie chop most of it off while they were at the greene ranch.

[ 🙏 ] what does your muse need? this can be something material or something abstract.

above everything, diego needs community. he needs people. i cannot stress enough how much he would not survive without other people around him. it’s not that he’s weak or can’t defend himself, because by god he can, but he is a social person by nature and would disappear into himself without the comfort and companionship of others. he was so very lucky to have glenn at the very start, and even luckier to have rick and the group. 

[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?

yeah, he does. he’s a big believer that there’s always more than one person for each of us though, and that we’re not destined to only love one person in our lives. he’s had a few partners and loved all of them, and he loves paul just as much. not to quote sue zhao but “love is important, love is important, love is all we have” is very much how diego looks at the world.

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Here it is: the TMA tribute I have been working on for ages, finally rendered in color.

[ID: a full color marker illustration of the 14 (+ the Extinction) and John and Martin from TMA. The page is split into fifteen even pizza slices, each with a different entity theme. On top, glued to the page, is a pen drawing of John and Martin on light grey paper.

John leads as they walk to the right, facing away from the viewer and holding up a hand, two floating eyes helping guide his way. A large backpack mirrors the one Martin is wearing, and John holds back a hand which Martin is holding. Martin faces the viewer as he walks forward, smiling slightly. From behind him, tendrils of fog encroach and curl around his foot.

On the pizza slices, starting from one o'clock and going clockwise:

The Vast shows an open sky with distant clouds, a rope ladder swinging across the expanse as a single occupant climbs upward. Below, clouds form into the heads of a massive crowd dissapearring into the distance, each head without a face. Underneath their chins, deep blue water stretches out.

The Lonely shows a ship in greyscale with the silhouette of Peter Lukas standing at the prow. Swirling fog fills the background, and in the distance a person's silhouette stands in a wide, empty street, where vacant buildings bend toward them, fog curling around their ankles.

The Web shows several objects suspended in tangled spiderwebs in front of the silhouette of Hilltop Road. In the web is the engraved web lighter, which is open but not lit, a cassette tape, and a bottle of wine. In the lower right, a large spider perches, its limbs testing the strings of the web.

The Corruption has a background reminiscent of worm tunnels, with shifting sickly yellows, greens, and browns. On the left, a woman in dark grey robes and a surgical mask shows green mold on her skin. A few flies rest on her face, and she stares at the viewer nervously. On her right, a green molding globe is stood upon by a large housefly, and a cheery green and yellow maypole stands. Further right, massive worms, about an inch long and with one silvery side, are obscured by Jane, who is wearing a large coat and facing away from the viewer, her skin full of holes.

The Dark is shown in mostly negative space. On the top, a lightbulb dangles next to a gaping mouth full of teeth and floating pair of eyes. Below, a darkened neighborhood of small houses is shown, in the darkness behind a large wolf and long, twisting tentacles hide. The front of the piece shows Manuela's anti-sun, producing a halo of darkness around itself.

The Hunt has a background of deep green pine trees, and shows a grey wolf with a dead rabbit clutched in its jaws, blood covering its teeth and staining that rabbit's fur. In front of it, there are two drawings of Daisy's wolf form. The first is a closeup on her face, where she tilts her head up, looking at the viewer and saying "RUN." The other is a full body of her hulking form, which is skinny and twisted, tufts of fur coming out of her torn shirt.

The Flesh has a pink and red background reminiscent of intestines. At the top, John's removed rib is haloed. Twisting bodies with extra joints, distorted skin, qnd incorrect proportions are piled below, and at the front, Jared smirks at the viewer, wearing a hoodie with a jarge letter "J", which shifts with strange growths that are barely hidden beneath it.

The Stranger had a red background filled with music notes. At the top, a mannequin has a face awkwardly pinned to it's own, the holes for the eye sockets showing the blank plastic below. A carosel is partially covered by Not!Sasha, who looks at the viewer, leaning in. In front of her, Breekon and Hope look at the viewer, wearing their work uniforms. At the very bottom, the apple from anatomy class grins, next to Nikola Orsinov, who is a mannequin with only a large toothy smile and painted on blush. She is wearing a red and yellow clown outfit with a large white neck ruffle.

The Spiral has a background of bright swirling colors. At the top, a smiling stick figure holds a steaming mug of coffee, a sign next to them reading "CAN'T SLEEP?". a vase, covered with patterns, is gripped on the edge by a greying hand. In the foreground, Michael Distortion waves, opening a large yellow door, within which another bright colorful pattern is swirling. The corridor continues behind, striped in various colors.

The Buried shows a silhouette of a person drowning, bubbles escaping their mouth. Behind them, rocks are scattered, obscured by a coffin wrapped in chains with a tag that reads "DO NOT OPEN". in the distance, tunnels in the ground weave.

The Extinction shows an expanding mushroom cloud blowing out the windows of crumpled buildings, a pile of indistinguishable debris and a rotting couch outlined in front a back sky that features a shattered moon.

The Slaughter has a dark brown background which has a floating tune of music overlayed. The Toy Soldier holds a gun to the left, grinning as it faces right, where the Piper stands. The Piper has three heads, connected at the neck. The one on the left blows into the bagpipes, blood running from beneath its green helmet. The center head faces the viewer, letting out a gutteral scream and staring. Hands, clasped in prayer, hover beneath the center head. The head on the right keeps its mouth closed, but blood and dirt leak from it and drip down its chin, a final hand brought to its brow in a salute.

The End pictures a stature of a weeping angel, obscured partially by a large skull. A book behind them reads "HIS CONSIOUSNESS FADED IN AND OUT LIKE THE TIDE. HE TRIED TO RESIST...". In the top of the slice, grey tendrils curl around a heart imbedded in a ribcage. The heart, which is red, is the only color in the slice.

The Desolation has a stripe of fire flicking across it. Beneath the stripe is a grey and smoky sky behind burned and blackened tree husks. Above the flames, a hand holds a cigarette casually, which smokes. Two candles burn, partially covered by a house whose windows belch flame.

The Eye shows a grinning silhouette with an illuminated eye. Three security cameras look in different directions, overlayed on top of a manilla folder that reads "CASE #I-SEE-YOU. STATEMENT OF..." A large tape recorder waits on the right, and a camera on the left. Words next to the human silhouette read "OUR EYES ARE NEVER CLOSED. WE ARE JUDGING YOU. WE SEE YOU, WATCH YOU..." At the top center, a staring green eye looks down at where John and Martin walk in the center.

/END ID]

#tma #the magnus archives #tma s5 #what do i even tag. #tma s5 spoilers #johnmartin #jonmartin #bell scribbles #live from subject

[ramp-it-up]

Only Bad Choices

#RampItUp1Kinktober Day 11

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Ofc Holly Woods

Summary: You’re a good girl, Holly Woods.

1Kinktober Kink: Praise kink

Word count: 2.3 K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, mutual pining, innuendo, explicit talk, pms symptoms fluff, jealousy, praise kink, fingering, kitchen sex, d/s if you squint, Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

For more context read the Holly Rafa fics here.

A/N: Another holiday fic for 1Kinktober. I’ve rediscovered my love for Rafa and Holly! 😍 This is for the 11th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me!

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

“Goood girl. Good fucking girl. Ooooh, I love it when you lick me, yeah. Pretty little good girl.

You rolled your eyes as Rafa played with Mia. You knew that he was trying to get to you, but you weren’t biting. Or licking for that matter.

You headed into Naomi and UTKs house to help get things together.

You didn’t have time for his trifling ass.

You’d come back from Houston early after Christmas, lowkey stoked to see him in person after all of the big talk over the phone. But you didn’t want to seem so desperate. You came back, and gave him a text which he left on read.

Cool.

You went to grab a caffeinated beverage at Hilltop and you saw Rafa’s motorcycle outside. You quickly used your camera as a mirror to make sure you looked presentable and went in to see Rafa laughing and talking with a pretty brown skin girl with dreads.

So this is why he wasn’t rushing to return your text. Cool.

You pretended you didn’t see them after looking Rafa in the eye and went to the register.

“Hey.. Holly! What up! I didn’t realize you would be back today…”

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. You’d told him that the other day, although it was after he’d cum, so…

“Yeah. Back on the coast.”

You glanced over at the girl again, who was staring down at her phone. The barista handed you your order and you got ready to jet.

“Well, I gotta go unpack, so…. See ya later.”

“Wait… Holly…” but you were not stopping and not looking back. You’d played yourself.

Rafa knew what was up as soon as he saw you glance at Gina. Fuck. He checked his phone and saw the missed message. He honestly thought you would be back on the 30th. It was the 27th.

He really missed you and was looking forward to spending the day all up in them guts when you returned, but it looked like you were feeling some kind of way.

He sighed and then remembered that Naomi had planned brunch for tomorrow. He knew you wouldn't miss that. Rafa smiled as he walked back over to Gina.

It was a Festivus celebration with the homies. It was something between Christmas and New Years that everyone could celebrate without religious overtones. And it was always a movie.

You knew Rafa would be there, so you wore your tightest black jeans and a new Rocket’s hoodie that you’d cut in half. You used the new body butter you got for Christmas. You knew you were fly.

You’d walked past Rafa on the way into UTK and Naomi’s and heard some dog perk up. You weren’t sure if it was Mia or Rafa however. You were early, helping Naomi to set up.

She needed to drop her kids off at her mother’s house across town and UTK was running late from the set, so you stayed and continued getting food ready as she ran out. You looked out the kitchen window and saw Rafa coming toward the house.

“Shit,” you shook your head as you peeped him.

You were busy chopping veggies when he came into the kitchen.

“Hey, Holly. What’s shakin’?”

He was jovial, as per usual

“Hello Rafael.”

The ice in your tone was unmistaken. Rafa shivered exaggeratedly as he moved closer to you.

“Why so cold, Holly?”

You turned around with the knife in your hand. Rafa put up his hands and backed up.

“Hey, chill. I know you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset Rafa, just not in the mood.”

Rafa spoke in soothing tones, not knowing but sensing what his voice did to you.

“Not in the mood for what? That’s not what you said the other morning, Holly.”

You turned back around and continued chopping.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rafael.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, even if you refused to look at him.

“There you go…” he paused.

“Well, it was a great Christmas morning. You talked me through rubbing one out like a champ. You give great phone sex, Holly.”

You slowed down, memories of that morning coming back and trying to mellow your harsh. You wanted to stay strong.

“Remember? We talked about what we would do to each other when you got back?”

“Oh?” You started chopping again. “You didn’t get what you needed from that cute little dread head yesterday?”

Rafa chuckled and you saw red again. Muthafucker.

“I knew you were tight about that. Gina works for the Hollywood Reporter. And she’s a friend. She was interviewing me. Nothing more.”

“Oh.” Shit. “I don’t care.”

“Right.”

Could you have caught feelings for him too? Rafa didn’t want to risk it. But he wanted to have you. Right now.

You turned around, this time with no knife.

“It's just we talked about you hitting it raw.”

Rafa looked you up and down and licked his lips.

“Oh yeah. I remember.”

“I got the shot, we got tested together. But if you’re putting your little white stick in every fun dip in LA…”

Rafa laughed at you.

“My ‘little white stick.’”

He walked toward you, and your stomach flipped.

“If I recall, that’s not what she said.”

You bristled.

“Who is ‘she’???”

Rafa stopped and put his hands up again.

“Hey. It was a joke.” Now he was worried.

You heard yourself and dropped your head. You were tripping. Hard.

“I’m sorry Rafa. I’m…. a little moody. You know, that time of the month? Bone who you want. I really don’t care.”

“Ohhhhhh! No worries, Holly. And I am boning who I want.”

Rafa winked at you and started moving around UTK and Naomi’s kitchen.

“Cramps? Does your back hurt? Nauseous?”

You couldn’t help but smile as Rafa located the tea kettle and started filling it up with water. After he turned it on, he went to the pantry and grabbed some Ginger tea.

You shook your head, and smiled.

“I’m not actually onnnn, right now, just in a few days. I’m just irritable, moody….

“And I’m irritating and irky. I get it.”

You chuckled and ducked your head. He was a really sweet guy. The kettle started whistling.

Rafa turned it off then got you a cup and some honey from the cupboard.

You prepared your tea and started blowing on it to get it to cool. Rafa watched your lips and shifted.

“So.. no physical symptoms yet?”

He was being serious, so concerned. Shit. Good guy Rafa was about to fuck around and make you fall for him.

“Ummm. My breasts are swollen and tender…” You looked away as you sipped your tea.

You looked back at Rafa eyeing your hoodie and licking his lips.

“Well, shit, Holly. Can I help you with that?”

The mischievous glint was back in his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“You are a pure fool, Rafa.”

You put your cup down and then turned back around to finish chopping the vegetables.

“You can help with this food.”

You two made light work of what was left, and in 20 minutes, you had everything ready. There was over an hour until the guests arrived, and Naomi texted that she wouldn't be there for 45 more minutes.

Rafa was on his phone on the other side of the kitchen, when you told him, then you turned back around toward the sink, looking over the driveway and little courtyard to the guesthouse where Rafa was staying.

“You know, this is a pretty little view. It’s so cute.”

You smiled a little to yourself, dreaming of your future house.

“I’d have to agree, if you talk about what I’m looking at right now.”

You looked at him over your shoulders, so fucking cute. And you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m serious, Holly. You’re a fucking sight for sore eyes.” You heard him getting closer. “Your eyes, your skin, that bodyyyy.”

Rafa grunted a little as he stared at your butt.

“You’re looking mighty good in them jeans, Holly. That ass is like..boom pow.”

He was standing so close to you now, waving his hands around your ass as if he were casting a spell. You could feel his heat. But he didn’t touch you.

You raised your head and looked out the window. He was making you weak. He started breathing down your neck, making you wet and your nipples hard.

“The last time I had the pleasure of you, I couldn’t believe how good you felt around me. Your mouth, your hands, your pussy. I don’t remember ever having better. That pussy has wiped my memory of all other pussy. Holly, it’s that good. Pussy takes me so fucking well.”

You swallowed to keep from moving. He was flooding your panties.

“I have all kinds of plans for that beautiful cunt, Holly. I need to say hello to my little, tight friend.”

He was right there, silk voice in your ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Holly. I just want you to bless me again.”

He put his arms on the counter on either side of you, still not touching you.

“I would be so fucking honored.”

“Hmmmmm, Rafa…”

You finally gave in and leaned back into him, grinding your ass into his crotch, which housed his hard cock. No, it wasn’t little.

Rafa pulled you into him harder, and then started moving them up your waist.

“Skin so fucking smooth Holly. And it tastes so good, like velvet chocolate.”

He was nuzzling your neck inside your hoodie.

“Smells delicious, to. I can just have my lips on you all day. Especially your delectable little pussy. Mmmmmm.”

This man and his words. Fucking kryptonite.

Rafa’s hands were still on the move, nearing your breasts.

He gently held them in each hand as he ground you against the sink.

“Good girl. Not wearing a bra.”

You almost died.

“Now these, are a work of art, but I see what you mean when you say they are swollen. I would love to see them. The feel so soft right now, Holly, fuck.”

He gently pressed on your nipples and carefully twisted and…

“Fuck, Rafa!”

Rafa groaned into your neck. “Mmmm. You want to?”

His left hand moved back down to your jeans and loosened the button, plunging his long fingers into your heat, bringing your slick back up to your clit to start rubbing.

“Can I? Will you be a good girl for me and let me fuck?”

He started speeding up. You started moaning.

“Be a good girl and wait for me, Holly. Don’t cum yet. Can you be.” He stopped.

“A good?”

Plunge and swirl.

“Little.”

Plunge and swirl.

“Girl?”

It seemed like it had been so fucking long you weren’t going to be able to hold it. Especially the way he was fucking your mind right now.

Rafa keyed in on something when you were in Houston, and he squeezed your breast as you pulse and release onto his fingers. You bent over the sink to catch your breath, then turned around to face him.

“Oh. Holly.” Rafa tsked at you. “There are no bad girls, only bad choices.”

He started unbuckling his pants.

“Fortunately, I’m still going to give you this dick.”

You nodded and pulled down your jeans, hopping up on the sink as Rafael, pumped his cock and pulled you close, leaning down to pull up your hoodie and suck it, but not too hard. You threw your head back and moaned as he swiped up and down your slick.

“Been too fucking long….”

It had only been a few days, but you and Rafa were addicted. Might as well admit it. He looked up into your eyes, his ocean blues holding yours as he breached you, watching your face as you registered his girth.

“Thaaatsss it, Holly. Take it. Fuck you take it so well. That’s why I had to give it to you…”

He palmed your ass and brought you closer as he pounded you out over Naomi’s sink. She would murder both of you if she knew.

But you were only thinking of that dick as you held on to Rafa’s shoulders.

“Look at it.”

You looked down to where you two were joined and gasped, mouth open.

“Yess,.. That fucking mouth. I’m going to have that later.”

You just nodded and continued looking at his dick fucking into you.

“You still need to be punished for disobeying me, even though you’re taking me so well right now.”

You snapped your head up and Rafa smiled.

“Yeah. Such a good girl. Who needs some consequences.”

He squeezed your nipple a little harder.

“Happy. Fucking. Holidays. Holly.”

Rafa snapped his hips into you with each word and you came again, convulsing around his dick and milking him. Rafa dug deeper as he pulsed inside you. You felt his warm cum and felt so comfortable. You slumped into him as you experienced his cock pumping inside you. Learning to breathe again.

Rafa held you for a moment, cherishing the warmth himself. He had to have more.

Your phone buzzed on the counter. You reached for it, Rafa still inside you. Your eyes got wide.

“What?”

“Naomi is at the corner store. Wants to know if we need anything. I’m going to say ice.”

“Shit!” Rafa said. “Good thinking. She needs to wait for someone to get it for her.”

Rafa was grabbing paper towels to clean himself up as you ran to the bathroom and got yourself together.

When Naomi walked into the kitchen, she was greeted by the strong smell of Fabuloso. Rafa was sanitizing the sink.

“To what do I owe this, Rafa?”

She went over and kissed him on the cheek as she looked for a cooler in the pantry. You walked in and gave him the look.

“Oh, I just spilled… something in the sink. Thought I’d clean it real good.”

Noami shrugged, non plussed. She looked from you to Rafa. Then back came over to you. She thought you still hated each other.

“I hope you weren’t a bitch.”

She thought she was speaking so that Rafa couldn’t hear. But he did.

He winked at you as Naomi turned to get something.

“No worries, Naomi. Holly was a real good girl.”

Was I a good girl? 🥺

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Be a good girl…

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[shadyteacup]

This is a day late, but here's a birthday fic I wrote for my favorite man, Dazai♡

Happy Birthday, Love♡

"Good morning!"

A cheery voice echoed in Dazai's ear. He groaned at the noise. It was only 5 in the morning.

"Who?", he managed to grumble into the phone, shifting on his bed to stretch his legs.

"It's me, Dummy. Wake up and get ready. I'm picking you up in 5."

His eyes shot open. Why the fuck were you picking him up at 5.05 am on a fucking Saturday?

"Y/N, it's literally dark out there, "

"Shut up. Be ready!"

With that, you hung up.

Dazai groaned into his pillow, fisting the sheets and preparing himself to get out of bed.

He rolled off the edge, quite literally, and landed on his bum, hissing at the cold that kissed his ass.

He stumbled to get ready, pulling on his favourite hoodie and throwing on some jeans.

In exactly 5 minutes, his doorbell rang.

He huffed, pulling it open, and was about to whine when he took in the sight of you.

There you stood, a bright smile on your face and a bouquet in your arms.

On the flowers a hideously large note read, "Happy Birthday, Osa!"

He blinked, remembering that today was, infact, 19th June. The day he was born.

"Happy birthday, baby!"

You extended your arms, thrusting the flowers in his face. He smiled at you, accepting the flowers and pulling you in.

"Whoa-"

You were cut short by a pair of lips slamming down onto your own.

Dazai had you pinned to his door as he passionately kissed you, pouring all his love and thanks into it. He trailed his hand along your sides, eliciting an excited shiver down your spine. His tongue claimed your mouth as it's own, making you whimper at the intensity of the kiss.

You pushed his shoulders, trying to create some distance between your heaving chests.

"Not... not now!"

You grinned up at your whiny boyfriend.

"But why can't we just tear our clothes off and-"

"No! I'm not celebrating your special day like this."

He pouted, his angelic features almost making you give in. Almost.

"I have something planned for you, love. "

He smirked, leaning forward to kiss along your neck.

"Do you... really... want... to miss out... on this?"

He asked you between kisses. You gulped, pushing him away.

"No! Not now! Maybe later."

He grinned coyly at your flustered state, before yelping at the sudden pull of you grabbing his arm.

You pulled him out of the house, slamming the door behind you, and sprinting down the hall. He stumbled to keep up to you, your entwined fingers pulling him forward.

You reached down stairs to your motorcycle, putting your helmet on and tossing one towards your favorite brunet.

"Come on!"

You ushered him to sit behind you, and once he was seated, you revved you bike to life. You roared through the empty streets of Yokohama. Dazai felt excited, the rush of the wind against his face igniting a flame of exhilaration through his bones.

He hugged your waist, leaning into your warmth as the cool wind nipped at his skin, eliciting shivers.

He watched as the sun rose, it's reddish rays expanding over the land, like how the ocean usurps the sandy beach with every wave. He was left awestruck at how beautiful the city looked. There was so much beauty in this world. He was glad to be able to witness it. Especially glad that he was with you. You were another one of nature's beauties. He adored you so much. He maybe even loved you. But he wouldn't tell you that, for he wasn't sure if the feelings were reciprocated. Nonetheless, being able to spend time with you was a blessing from the heavens. He was going to cherish each every millisecond he got with you.

You maneuvered trough the twist and turns, and took your beloved to a hilltop. The view was splendid from up here. You parked, asking Dazai to get off as you turned the engine off.

"Beautiful..."

You heard him whisper as he looked over the city.

You smiled at his genuine adoration, pulling out a blanket from your bag.

"I know you like nature. I also know that you like food."

He turned towards your voice to see you sitting on a cute blanket that was laid out on the grass. Baskets of food and drinks surrounded you.

"I thought that a picnic is a perfect blend of the two!"

He grinned at your thoughtfulness and joined you.

You both spent quite a while just observing the city. How the darkness was slowly replaced by light. How the once lonely streets were filled with the buzz of humanity. Just Dazai's heart. It was so lonely and dark, then you filled it with light.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but feel... complete. His warmth, his smell, his touch.. it was all way too familiar to you. You both hadn't even been dating that long, but just the thought of him made you smile. You longed to see him everyday. Hearing his voice made you feel lighthearted. His smile lit up your day. Everything about the man sitting next you made you happy. He was your serotonin boost.

You gulped at the intensity of your feelings. You cared for him, a little too much. It scared you. But you knew he felt the same way.

Everytime he leaned into your touch, subconsciously grasping onto your warmth, you realized that he loved you. He never said it to you, but you could see it in his eyes. You could see it in his tiny actions. The way he would smile the brightest smile ever, when he saw you after a long time, the way his eyes lit up when you laughed on one of his stupid jokes, the way he hugged you a little longer than he used to at the beginning. It all just adds up.

You tilt your head to stare at your love, only to find brown eyes peering down at you.

You blushed at being caught, hiding your face into his neck.

Cute chuckles followed by multiple head-kisses made you look back up at the gorgeous man.

"What are you thinking about?"

He asked, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"You.", you replied with a smile.

He froze at your reply, a pink hue dusting his cheeks.

"Are you blushing?"

You asked incredulously.

He shook his head a little too quickly to seem convincing, turning away. You grasped his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

Your intense gaze was full of adoration and it made Dazai's face heat up. You were looking at him with such gentleness. He didn't deserve you.

"I love you, Osamu."

He froze. It was a mere whisper, but it was enough to toss his world upside down.

You had finally opened up to him about your true feelings. You felt relieved to finally spill the beans. Your relief didn't last long, though, as your beloved was yet to reply.

You were beginning to worry.

Had you read into it all wrong? Maybe his affinity to your touch was merely a habit. Maybe he wasn't in love with you. Your mind was screaming at you for possibly ruining his special day. You had gone ahead and made it awkward.

"Hey, forget about it. I was not thinking straight, and-"

"I love you, too."

Now you froze. Y/N.exe has stopped working.

"What?"

You sat there, mouth agape. You had expected this, hadn't you? Until a few minutes ago, you had convinced yourself that he loved you back. Yes, you were confused for a second, but now he had told you that he loved you. So, why were you shocked? Why did it feel so good to hear those words from him?

He smiled at your frozen face, leaning forward to kiss you. You melted into his arms, telling him just how much he meant to you through the kiss. You loved how you didn't have to voice out your feelings with him. He simply understood you.

Your fingers threaded through his messy locks, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He grabbed your waist, lifting you up. You jumped at the opportunity and sat yourself on his lap. His hands took the liberty to express your back, creeping under your shirt to caress your soft skin. His skilled fingers teased their way higher and higher. You pushed him on his back, hovering over him, desperate to take control. He didn't let you break the kiss, pulling you down along with him.

A few moments later, it became hard to breathe, but his taste was intoxicating.

He pulled back first, grinning boyishly at you. Placing his forehead on yours, he licked his lips.

"Can't wait to claim you, tonight."

The meaning behind his words finally hit you, and you smacked his arm.

"Why would you say that?!"

"I'll make you scream your love for me, babe."

He winked.

You heated up, hiding your face in your arms. His chuckles made you want to fling a rock at his dumb head.

He was such a baby. But he was your baby. And as long as he was by your side, you would be content.

Hehe, idk if this was good enough, coz I wrote after a long time... but I love he so much uwu

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[hoodiehilltop]

🫡☢️

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[twistedanddecayed]

His Collection.

Summary:  Steve knew from the first time he saw her that she was perfect. What had been a one night stand quickly turned into so much more. He knew no-one else would compare, and soon, so would she.

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers x unnamed female character,

Words: 1358

Warnings: stalker Steve, oral sex (m), deep-throating, face fucking, p in v, fingering, female orgasm, male masturbation, voyerism, consensual and non-con photography. 

A/N: This came to me last night after hearing Shawn Mendes’ There’s Nothin’ Holding Me Back. In particular, the lines

I wanna follow where she goes I think about her and she knows it

You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

and this pretty much wrote itself. I’ve dabbled in writing the Winchester’s before, but this is the first time I’ve written Steve, so my apologies if this is a little off!

While @cockslut-padalecki​ has read this and created the above visual (ty bb), all mistakes are my own from a 2am drinking/writing spree. Feedback, likes and reblogs fully welcomed!

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The skyline is coming alive by the time Steve makes his way through his apartment. When he’d left, the sky was a thick blanket of darkness, beautifully broken up by hundreds of stars which had been visible from the large windows of his hilltop home as he’d considered leaving. Golden rays had streaked over the buildings, reflecting from windows and mirrored exterior in ways that only the Winter sun can as he’d looked down at the city which slept beneath him. He’d paid over the asking price for this place, needing his privacy. Needing to be away from prying eyes. The view was an added bonus. Cameras were installed in every room, a telescope positioned at the window aimed perfectly. For someone who didn’t want to be seen, Steve loved to watch. 

A whiskey glass is held by the tips of his fingertips; the amber liquid swirls with each step and the ice knocks against the glass. The usual clang it should make is all but silenced by his touch. He’d kicked off his sneakers, shrugged out of the dark hoodie the moment he’d re-entered his home. One hand had reached up to ruffle his hair, his sock-covered feet had padded through to one of his favourite rooms. An aged but perfectly comfortable leather chair sits opposite a matching deep burgundy coloured chesterfield sofa.

A tall lamp stands proudly beside the chair, casting the room in a warm glow and highlighting a small table supporting the opened bottle of whiskey. Steve digs his hand into his sweatpants as he lifts the glass to his lips, his eyes searching the scenery for any sign of life this early in the morning while the smooth amber liquid warms his throat and down into his chest as he swallows. Synthetic plastic presses against his fingers, pulling his lips into a smirk as the image burnt into the polaroid resurfaces in his mind.

She looked beautiful tonight, her smile bright and her eyes lighting up when she saw him. The curve of her lips painted in that shade of red reminded him of the way they’d looked wrapped around his cock as he’d filled her mouth and throat only stopping once his pubic bone was pressed fully against her nose and his balls against her chin. She’d squirmed, slapped at his thighs in desperation, dragged her nails down his skin as her eyes had streamed at the forced entry to her throat. He hadn’t given her a second to adjust - the moment his cock had slipped past her lips, he was buried within her with a satisfied groan.

He remained lodged there until she stopped fighting it, which to his disappointment, was sooner than he’d hoped. She relaxed her jaw, loosened the muscles in her throat and began to breathe through her nose as much as she could. Through soaked lashes, she looked up at him and waited for him to begin to thrust. He claimed her mouth as he had her cunt later that night and he’d left her home knowing exactly who she belonged to. 

A wine red dress had clung to her body, accentuated her curves and had his heart pounding against his ribs as his cock had begun to swell at the very sight of her. He’d thought of ripping the dress from her body, or at the very least bunching it up to her waist, tearing her panties from her body and stuffing them into her mouth before taking her in the closest private and secure area. But he hadn’t. He’d shown self-control. 

Steve takes another drink before turning away from the window and makes his way to the bookcase. His fingers find the container disguised as a book and takes it over to the chair. It takes seconds to flip it open and touch over the pictures. She always loved being the focal point of his camera and the shots of her in front of him show this. He places the glass next to the bottle and selects the new additions from his pocket from tonight. 

She stares back at him, her eyes feel as though they’re burning into him. Her lips are perfectly parted in a pout that makes him want to lean forward and nibble on her lip as he drives his fingers within her pussy just to hear her whine his name, feel her knees buckle and her cum to soak his palm. Each photo she’s in a various state of undress, her hand tugging at her bra or the side of her panties provocatively. He can see her nipples straining against the feminine flimsy material. 

His breathing deepens as his cock starts to feel heavy against his thigh. He lightly traces the outline of it with his fingers, barely more than a ghost of a touch but it’s enough for him to feel something. It’s enough for now. He strokes over the distinct ridge of the head, dragging two fingers and his thumb down his shaft and back up again. The small smile on her lips as she pulls the cup of her bra down to finally show what he’d asked, making his tongue to swipe over his lips as he remembers the feel of her puckered bud against his tongue.

The next picture is a close-up. She has her hands on either side of her neck, her arms mostly cover her tits, with the spot above her elbow pushing them together, both nipples are exposed. The picture looks black and white but it’s the lighting. The curtains weren’t fully closed, street light streamed through the slit in the fabric and though Steve doesn’t share, he didn’t care who may have seen what had followed. He hoped they had. 

Hoped they saw the way she’d bounced on his cock like it was a goddamn gift. She’d leant back, her back arching perfectly as her hands had rested upon his knees, her tits bouncing with every rock of her hips, her clit visible through her folds had begged for him to circle his thumb over it. He couldn’t say no and didn’t stop until she’d squirted over him, her cunt sucking him back in with the same level of need he’d demonstrated as he’d taken over; gripping her hips as he’d thrust up into her with everything he had. 

His balls had slapped against her ass as he’d bottomed out each time, his fingers digging into her flesh making her cry out with both pleasure and light pain. He’d left crescent shapes in her skin, her cervix painted white with cum and light bite marks over her body. The next photo shows these very marks a few days later. She’d shown them to him proudly, sucking his thumb into her mouth and thanking him for them. 

By the time he’s onto the very last one that he’d taken tonight, the joggers he’s wearing are tugged down, resting under his balls as his hand strokes from tip to base, his palm circles over the head and back down again. He knows he’s close, he’s pulsing, his balls contract and his toes are curling. He moves at the right time, tugging his shirt up to his chest with the hand gripping the polaroid, pushing the hem of it into his mouth and biting down. His hand works the first three inches, stimulating the tip until ropes of pearly cum splatter the skin of his abs in one, two, three, four strokes.

It may not have been Steve that she was meeting tonight, Steve’s dick she was riding or his name that he watched her mouth as she reached a pitiful show of a fake climax, but he’d make damn sure that it’s him next time. He’d make sure she forgets all about her new fuck toy. He’d make sure the orgasm she cries out for is real and though he’s grateful that she hadn’t learnt to close her curtains, he’d make sure no-one sees the things he plans to do to her. 

No-one but him and his camera. His collection was not complete.

Not without her. 

The perfect trophy.

And he will have her again.

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[i-amtransexual]

Joy or Jinx for the ask game :D

Hello, sorry I took so long I had to get to my computer, had lots of fun with this though!

J -"Jacket Over Hoodie Over Shirt" by Marco Aziel. Something about the apathetic half-talking-half-singing punctuated by random lines crescendoing to a shout scratches some itch in my brain.

I - "In For The Kill" by La Roux, it's a nostalgic song for me for some reason. Also, I really like "I Got My Grad Date Stolen by the Kid Who Pretended to Get High Off an Asthma Inhaler" by Freezing Paint :D

N - "My Friend The Forest" by Nils Frahm. I heard this on the radio once and it just has this nice feeling for me.

X - (couldn't find anything but hey "C" and "S" make the same sound right?)

C - "Cosby Sweater" by Hilltop Hoods. I really like it, fast words but with actual funky music in the background is cool.

S - "so we shall sleep" by Amélie Farren . She is so fucking underrated dude, I love her music so much. Everyone go listen to her stuff genuinely she makes such awesome music. I'm linking her actually because she deserves it. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0rDAh_W__VRqGUuS20Zpuw and https://open.spotify.com/artist/6xRbdqe7I2llmjw533rYnG?si=65mL24aRSxGY0rQNoRnr9g

Boom.

Ok, hope you have fun with that Joy! :D

#me.yay #pog ask #rj talks moosic

[self-ship-love]

Concepts for extremely tall f/o’s.

Imagine them bending down to kiss you.

Imagine having to stand on tip-toe to reach their lips.

Imagine them carrying you on their shoulders - Also planting you on their shoulders so you can get the best view at a crowded concert.

Imagine them nicknaming you for your size, such as shorty, dot, minnie, peanut, little lady, mouse, squirt, tater tot  (even if you’re not actually short- because you are to them. )

Imagine goofing around about your heights and then they get smacked  in the face by a low tree branch.

Imagine borrowing their hoodies and being absolutely absorbed by them. Especially if they wear XXL size and the hem falls to your knees. - Imagine wearing them as a dress with long socks. Outfit complete!

Imagine the satisfaction when you can’t reach anything on a high shelf and them scooting beside you and effortlessly reaching it.

Imagine how good their legs look in dress pants or in a pretty skirt.

Imagine them wrapping their arms around you as you sit between their legs on a deck, hilltop or hood of a car.

Imagine them always resting their arm on your head and constantly patting your hair like a dog. You insist that you hate it but the blush on your cheeks tell a different story.

Imagine creating cheeky nicknames for them: Daddy long legs,  beanstalk, moose, grasshopper etc.

#f/o #f/o imagines #self inserts #self insert #self indulgent #f/o prompts #self shipping #self-ship community #ficto #fictional other

[foursideharmony]

The Cat, the Prince, and the Doorway to Imagination (Chapter 8)

Summary: Before there can be a mending, there must be a shattering...

Pairings: Platonic/familial LAMP/CALM, Platonic/familial DLAMPR

Content Warnings: Unconsciousness, extreme self-doubt, ugly crying, profanity

Word Count: 3,923

Read on AO3: here

Patton knelt beside Roman and maneuvered an arm behind his shoulders in order to lift him into a reclining position. The Creative Side remained worryingly unconscious—the Witch's power had evidently been shielding him from the effects of cold exposure, and he had traded his ethereal pallor for a sickly one. “He's chilled,” Patton reported. “Maybe a little shocky from the stress. We ought to get him underground and into some nice warm blankets.”

“Maybe it serves him right,” Virgil muttered even as he slipped out of his fur coat and laid it over the prince, relying on his hoodie to keep himself warm enough in the meantime. “So now what?”

“Aw, all those cool gross monster things are leaving!” Remus said, peering down the slope of the hill. “I wanted to see a gory battle! From the inside!”

“Can't you?” Virgil said acidly. “I thought you said you'd get control of the Imagination if Roman got knocked out.”

“I said I'd get control if I knocked Roman out. It's part of the whole sibling rivalry thing. We fight over who gets to play with the good toys. Didn't you notice that nothing has really changed around here? We're still in Roman's story.” He looked pensive, which was always a dangerous sign. “I guess I could try to clock him one anyway, but I don't know if it would work when he's unconscious already.” He shrugged. “Oh well, maybe he'll get frostbite and his fingers and toes will turn black and fall off! That would be a hoot!”

“Eugh, why are you like this?” said Virgil.

“Don't you dare touch him,” Patton said firmly. “That's one experiment that is not happening today.” He lifted Roman a little more and tucked the edges of the coat under him.

“How's he looking?” asked Virgil.

“I don't think he's getting any worse, at least. I still want to get him inside one of the shelters.”

“Something tells me that's actually not going to be necessary,” said Janus, speaking for the first time since he had managed to trigger Roman's sudden turnaround. He pointed toward the area of thick forest roughly to the east of the hill. “I do so hate to correct you, Remus, but that looks like change to me.”

All the trees in a roughly circular patch had lost their coatings of snow and displayed either dark needles or bare gray-brown branches. The patch was slowly growing, and as they watched, a trail of the same phenomenon formed, leading off of the main area and meandering toward the hill. The forest sparkled as drops of newly melted water fell from twigs and caught the sun, and before long, those twigs began to mist over with pale green.

The trail reached the edge of the forested area, and there emerged from the trees...a tawny, long-haired cat. As it paced forward, the snow vanished under its paws, revealing dark, damp earth from which grass immediately began to sprout. The cat began to climb the Hill of the Stone Table, and with every step, the nascent springtime spread farther and, astonishingly, the cat grew larger . Before it was halfway up the slope, it was somewhere between a lynx and a leopard in size and still growing. Its shaggy fur clustered around its neck and shoulders, its jaws became heavier, its tail acquired a tuft at the end. It was a lion that reached the crest of the hill, the snow fleeing before him, paws striking the ground like miniature earthquakes, tiny white and yellow flowers bursting from the ground in his wake.

The response of the assembled Narnians was immediate, collective, and extreme. They didn't drop to the ground kneeling or bowing, as one might expect in the presence of their King, but ran to the Lion, keening with delight and adoration. Talking Beasts nuzzled his paws and flanks, Fauns and Dwarfs combed their fingers through his mane, and the whole throng constantly called out his name— “Aslan, Aslan!” —the various tones and pitches of their voices overlapping and blending together into a susurration like surf on a beach.

Aslan, for his part, returned their affection in full, dipping his head to brush whiskers with the beasts, swishing his tail to tickle the Fauns. Yet he maintained his pace as he continued toward the center of the hilltop, toward where the Sides were watching the proceedings with awkward astonishment, like the outsiders they were. Remus stared at the great Lion with mixed apprehension and fascination. Janus looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, but understood that even the most casual exit would only attract attention. Virgil stood stiffly as if pinned in place, splitting the difference between terror and giddy excitement and landing somewhere in the vicinity of shock. And Patton...

Patton certainly hadn't forgotten about Roman, but at the sight of Aslan's approach, he was moved to lay the Prince back down on the warming ground and step forward, shy and sentimental, to greet Aslan.

“We've already met, haven't we,” he said. It wasn't a question. Aslan nodded. “Thank you, for what you did yesterday. It helped Ailim a lot. Me too.”

Aslan turned in a slow circle, his gaze sweeping to encompass the entire gathering in turn. At last he spoke, in a voice as heavy and rich as gold itself. “Things are beginning to be set right. But there are yet choices to be made.” He walked over to Roman and bent to sniff him, causing him to flinch and whimper, but not waken just yet.

“Is Roman going to be okay?” asked Patton.

“Physically, he will,” Aslan replied. “As for the rest...that is largely up to him.” He swept his golden gaze over the crowd once more. “Shouldn't there be one more of you?”

“If you're talking about Logan,” Virgil said, “he...wait, why am I telling you? Aren't you supposed to be all-knowing or whatever?

Aslan actually smiled slightly. “Indeed. Bring him here.” A small group of Narnians jumped up to fetch Logan from where they had hidden him earlier in order to make Janus's illusion convincing. “As for the rest of you...you may wish to cover your ears.”

They did (except for Remus, who tried to pull his off entirely and discovered too late that he couldn't), and even so, Aslan's roar was an almost solid physical force. A shockwave of sorts spread out from the hill at tremendous speed, and as it passed it obliterated the hundred-year winter—no slow melting of snow, no gentle emergence of leaf buds, but an instant replacement of one season by the next. In a mere moment, the white and gray world had been made over into one of azure and earthy brown and every possible shade of green, splashed here and there with delicate floral pastels.

And there was another instantaneous effect. The sheer noise of it woke Roman up. His eyes sprang open and he gasped, body twitching as every nerve and muscle was startled into full alertness. He flailed for a moment before managing to sit up just as the roar died away. He looked around wildly, apparently not recognizing his greatly altered surroundings, until his eyes focused and his glance fell upon the Lion.

Roman's face crumpled. He made a tiny noise of anguish and turned around so that he wasn't facing Aslan, or the other Sides, or anyone.

“Roman...” Patton said. “It's gonna be—”

“I'll go,” Roman said into his own knees. “I'll leave the Imagination running so you can keep the story going until you're ready to stop.”

“Roman. Do not run from this,” Aslan said softly. “You have wronged your companions. You must face those wrongs if you wish to ever dispel them.”

“Dispel them...” Roman repeated bitterly. “Are you sure I'm not meant to keep on compounding them?”

“Okay, Princey, enough,” said Virgil, stepping forward and grasping Roman's shoulder in a gesture that was equal parts friendly and forceful. “Lay off the self-pity already. Nobody here expects you to be the bad guy. Nobody here thinks you're the bad guy unless something goes really wrong, which apparently it did. And I can definitely tell you that nobody here wants you to be the bad guy. You owe us all an apology, but that can wait. The most important thing right now is that you fix that.” He pointed across the hilltop to where the Narnians were just settling the Logan-statue into place.

Roman's eyes found it, and his expression collapsed all over again, this time with a faint greenish tinge. But he steeled himself, got his feet under himself (pointedly ignoring Virgil's offer of a hand up), and made himself walk over to the quartz form of his friend. “I-I don't know if I can,” he said. “I used the Witch's power to...and I don't have it anymore. She has it back now, she's back, and—”

“Try,” said Aslan, the single syllable falling like the closing of an oaken door.

Roman made a short nod, gulping hard, and set his attention to undoing the enchantment. He drew his sword, willed it to act again as a magic wand, and focused on Logan. On making flesh (or whatever the Sides were, in the mindscape) instead of stone. On making him live again. He put all his power of wishing into it.

Nothing happened. Logan remained frozen in crystal. Roman staggered back a step or two, panting with distress. “I am losing control over the Imagination,” he said in a voice that was almost a squeak. “I can't even... It's probably for the reason Patton said. I...I...” Without another word, he dropped his sword and fled down the slope of the hill and into the green trees.

“Roman, wait!” called Patton, to no effect.

“Bye, bro!” Remus added with an over-the-top wave.

“I will see to him,” said Aslan. “But first...” He nosed Logan for a moment, then huffed out a breath over him. Satisfied, he padded away after Roman.

For a moment still, nothing changed. Virgil was the one to spot the subtle first sign: the dark lines filling themselves in on Logan's chest, tracing the shape of his logo, the bespectacled brain. The black color spread out quickly from there as his shirt softened into fabric, and within seconds, his face and hands flushed peach, his hair was brown and rippling in the light breeze, and Logan was back and... toppling over with a little shout of surprise as he overbalanced.

“LOGAN!” Patton exulted, tackle-hugging the Logical Side in his unbridled joy, adding to the confusion of his waking.

They decided later that it was, on the whole, worth it.

Start small.

It wasn't the first time Roman had lost control over the Imagination during an adventure. The stories sometimes took on a life of their own, after all, and that occasionally meant defying the author no matter how he tried to assert himself.

What was different this time was that he had also become the villain. The story had pushed him into it, but...had it, really? That was the question that needed answering.

I thought I was your hero...

Thomas doesn't want a wicked Creativity...

If he could take control back, then it meant he wasn't the bad guy after all, and things would be all right.

He had found a shaded grove with bare, reasonably dry dirt that he could sit on while he brooded and tried the smallest thing of all: making a mushroom. If he could coax a little fungus cap up out of the soil, he would know he wasn't too far gone. If not...well...better just focus on doing it.

So far, no luck. The ground remained agonizingly mushroom-free.

He became aware of a looming presence in the grove with him, and barely glanced over his shoulder at the bulky form of Aslan. “Oh. Hi,” he said. There didn't seem to be much else to say.

“I have restored Logan, and he is well,” said the Lion.

Roman turned back to his total lack of mushrooms. “Of course you did,” he sighed. “I made you to be able to do everything Aslan can in the books. Which is pretty much everything , since...you know. So why can't I do any of it now?” He blinked back a tear or two. “Why couldn't I fix Logan?”

“You did very well. You tried. That was all I asked.”

“For all the good it did.” He pulled up a handful of new grass and let the blades fall, a few at a time, through his fingers. “I don't know what to do anymore. I made all of this—I made you—so I could give them a fun, simple adventure and be the hero in a world where heroism and villainy are clean-cut...and it turned out I was supposed to be the villain all along. What do I do with that? Patton said it: Thomas doesn't want a wicked Creativity. I can't make his dreams come true if I'm not the hero...but even the Imagination doesn't want me to be the hero anymore...so what does that leave?”

Aslan circled around until he was in front of Roman and lay down on his belly, his bulk making the grove tremble. “Roman...do you really believe you are meant to be the villain?”

“I must be. I voluntarily went to the Witch. We...I stole your power! And then I took the Witch's power! I basically became her!”

“Yes. And then you released my power, and in the process gave up hers. You chose to turn away from that path. And I would say that the change began even earlier. Do you remember how you came to acquire the Witch's power?”

“Of course. I took it from her because she was...” Roman's eyes widened. “Because she was going to hurt the others, and it was the only way to keep them safe. I didn't even intend to take it for myself, it just happened that way.”

“Precisely. In a world where heroism and villainy are clean-cut...what would you call someone who thwarts a villain in order to protect the innocent?”

Roman made a half-hearted snicker. “You know, you sounded like Logan just then.”

“Are you avoiding the question?”

“No...but even if I was a hero in that moment, I sure went hard to the bad afterward.”

“Until you stopped yourself.”

For the first time, Roman actually lifted his head to meet Aslan's gaze. He studied the Lion's bottomless amber eyes, looking for even a hint of manipulation, but found only absolute sincerity. After a long moment, he found his words again.

“So which am I? The hero or the villain?”

“Any answer I could give to that question would be misleading. You worry too much about what you are. You might do better to think instead about what you choose to do. And what you will choose to do.”

“One thing's for sure...like Virgil said, I owe the others a major apology.”

“Indeed you do.”

“But I don't know if I can face them yet.”

“Try,” Aslan said as he had before...except that his tone was much lighter this time. “I will be with you.”

“Will they forgive me?”

“There is only one way to find out.”

Roman nodded slowly, and carefully stood. “Let's find out, then.”

At his feet, unnoticed, a tiny mushroom swelled from the earth.

A hush fell over the hilltop as Roman returned, walking stiffly as if he had to force every step. His head was slumped, his arms folded tightly across his chest. Aslan trailed him by several paces, and hung back when Roman stopped, a courteous distance from the other Sides. He didn't look up as he took a deep breath and said, “I...I have...something to say,” in a thick voice.

The others all traded glances. And traded glances again. “Go on...” Patton prompted in as neutral a tone as he could manage.

It seemed an eternity before Roman forced “...i'm sorry...” through a throat half-clogged with unshed tears. Suddenly he was sobbing into his hands, his knees slowly buckling.

Patton lunged for him, but to his surprise, Virgil beat him by a hair, gathering the Prince into his arms and helping him down into a kneeling position on the grass. “I gotcha, Princey,” he said. “Get it out, it'll be okay.”

“I'm so, so sorry!” Roman wailed, clutching at Virgil as he were the edge of a cliff. “It wasn't what I wanted at all but it seemed like the Imagination did and...Patton, I'm sorry about the ice, and Logan—oh, god, Logan, I'm SO sorry I...” He trailed off into more wrenching, ugly sobs while Virgil tightened the huge, Patton joined in, and Logan placed a steady hand on Roman's heaving shoulders. Without at any point speaking the words “I forgive you,” all three of them made them understood.

(Unnoticed by the four of them, Remus stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something. Janus calmly silenced him.)

Roman cried for a long time. He cried until he was out of tears and nearly out of breath, until the exertion of bawling left him limp in the others' arms. Only then did the storm finally subside, leaving Roman with a peculiar empty space inside him where something had drained away. At its center was a hard, sharp little knot of hurt, no longer wrapped in the resentment and bluster he had been using to cushion it. He sagged, depleted and hollow, in the embrace of his companions, and like opposing magnetic fields, their presence kept the nugget of pain suspended safely away from his emotional nerves, until by and by something new began to trickle into the empty place to shield him from the sharpest edges.

Roman took a deep breath, and felt as though he were breathing in light. “So,” he said, hoarse but with a genuine warmth that they had all been missing, “I've been acting like an idiot, haven't I?”

There was a pause, and then Virgil said, “You were acting?”

Roman shoved him away with amused annoyance, and the whole scene might have dissolved into absurdity had Janus not loudly and meaningfully cleared his throat. Roman was suddenly intensely, mortifyingly aware of their audience, and he got to his feet, slapping grass debris off his trousers, cheeks burning with more than just tear tracks.

“Far be it from me to interfere with you four,” Janus said, “but are we all done here? No loose ends to tie up?”

Remus pried his hand free of his mouth with his other hand. “Heh heh, you said 'tie up!' What about me, Roman? Don't I get an apology?”

Roman pulled a face. “I haven't done anything to you. And as for you...” he went on, turning to Janus, “...I don't know if I'm ready to be sorry yet.”

“Fair enough, I suppose. I appreciate your honesty.”

“Do you, though?”

Janus shrugged extravagantly, half-smiling.

“But to answer your question...you can all leave if you want. The Imagination will let you out. But I still need to deal with the White Witch.”

“But you were the White Witch,” said Janus. “Weren't you?”

“Not exactly. I took her...I'll tell you how that all worked later, if you want. The point is, she's back now, as herself, and she still needs to be defeated if this story is to have a proper happy ending.”

“That doesn't seem so hard,” said Patton. “Aslan is here and he brought spring back, you're here and we've made up...if we're following the book, then we're back on track!”

“Indeed,” said Aslan, startling the heck out of Roman, who hadn't heard him approach. “At your request, Roman, we can proceed with the story as you originally intended.”

It would be so easy...just hand the reins to the big omnipotent god-lion and let him take care of everything, secure in the knowledge that the story had already been written. “No,” Roman said. “Some stories are about a wrongdoer being redeemed by a higher power, and those certainly have their time and place.” He smoothed down the front of his suit, adjusted his sash and cuffs, and reclaimed his sword from where he had dropped it on the hilltop. “This story is going to be about the wrongdoer fixing his own fuck-up.” Patton gasped at the curse word, which was gratifying in its own way. “I'm going to fight her myself. She'll want revenge on me anyway, for stealing her power. I'm going to let her think she can get it...and take her down.”

“Ooh!” Remus quavered. “Sounds violent! I'm in!”

“N-no...well...I guess you can watch, but no interfering! I'm going to challenge her to a duel, for Pete's sake!”

“If Remus is going, then the rest of us should probably stick around too,” said Virgil. “Who knows how many of us it's going to take to keep him corralled? Besides, look what happened the last time we let you wander off to the Witch's castle by yourself.”

“Sure, rub it in,” said Roman. “So who all is coming with me?”

The Sides formed a line, standing shoulder-to-shoulder before Roman. “It would appear that we all intend to go,” said Logan.

“You don't have to face any more evils alone, kiddo,” said Patton.

“But let's make it quick, because I have a salon appointment at two,” said Janus, pretending to study his fingernails through his gloves. He glanced up and winked.

“And you do not wish my involvement in any way?” asked Aslan.

“No, I want...wait. Is indirect involvement a possibility? Because I'm suddenly thinking it's going to be a long walk to her castle, and it might be nice if you could...give us a boost? Please?”

“Certainly,” said the Lion. “Do not be alarmed.” With that, he blew out a long breath over the Sides, and the Hill of the Stone Table and its environs blew away as if they were only a flimsy façade, perhaps painted on scraps of paper. After that eye-wateringly disorienting moment, they took stock of their situation.

They were surrounded on three sides by tall, lush evergreens, and underfoot was mostly crumbly pine needles. On the fourth side was a brief meadow of patchy grass and sparse wildflowers, and beyond that was a lake, or perhaps a broad pond. It did not seem to have thawed completely with the springtime; there were plenty of ice chunks bobbing in the water. These may have broken off the large and solid bank or platform of ice near the center, upon which was the White Witch's castle.

It looked different by daylight, and out of the perpetual winter. The Witch's power yet extended as far as her own dwelling and a little area around it, but without a backdrop of oppressive snow to bolster it, the castle seemed a much poorer and punier structure. Some of the trees at their backs were taller than its spires.

“Thank you for the...” Roman said, trailing off as he realized that Aslan was not there.

“You did request only indirect assistance from him,” Logan pointed out.

“Yeah...” Roman swallowed and squared his shoulders. “Showtime,” he muttered, and strode forward toward the castle.

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[sakuramidnight15]

TW MC Hybrid AU:

"You should better get home now, and don't make me put an end to you tonight."

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-Basic Information-

Name: Lynette Mitchell

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 2/26

Status: Alive (Rumored as a spirit in public)

Hometown: The abandoned wedding altar of Kiyomi Village.

It’s located at the mountain hilltops and is filled with thousands of cherry blossom trees.

Kiyomi Village is a very large village which it's located pretty far near the north mountain of Lavenwill, which it almost looked like a modern village to stay, each spot is filled with sakura trees has plenty of lands for farming and also many clean river for fishing.

This large village is rather a safe place for hybrids because the people lived treated hybrid like normal human beings and welcomed travelers from other villages. But they do despise and has a never-ending hate towards the overworld king and his kingdom very much and refused to welcome anyone who lives in his kingdom.

Thus you may consider the village somewhat a rebellious.

Powers: Levitation

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-Hybrid Information-

Hybrid: Fox

A fox with a tiny bit of kitsune. You may be smaller than the average human size, but you are faster with those tiny legs, pouncing deals more damage and you are nocturnal. But there's a special kitsune skill. You can carry more stuff by levitating them and they will follow you around. You can turn invisible if you're only standing still and if you fall from a great height, you won't get hurt.

Additional Power: Yandere/Necrophile Bride Powers, and Stealth.

It was said that her power is a fusion of the deceased bride and the grim reaper. This power increases her stealth and levitation ability.

For Stealth, she's good at hiding in the shadows without being noticed.

Weapon(s) of Choice: Scythe and Silver Dagger 

Both weapons were presents from her parents, the silver dagger was from her father while the scythe was from her mother. Both weapons were hand-made and durable in battle.

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-Appearance-

Eye Color: Light Rose Pink (Original Eye Color)

Ghost White (First Eye Color Change)-(Ghost eye-sight trigger)

Dark Blood Red (Second Eye Color Change)-(Yandere/Necrophile Bride Power Trigger)

Hair Color: Rose Gold

Hair Length: Long and wavy, which it reaches to her waistline, she often ties it up to a long single braid.

Skin Tone: Fair White

Height: 159 cm

Weight: 53.5 kg

Wardrobe:

-Default Attire: A dark blue and light blue short kimono dress with long dark and light blue arm sleeves, similar to how bridesmaids wear for weddings. Paired it with and a simple black japanese slippers.

-Yandere/Necrophile Bride Form: A long elegant white and blue wedding japanese kimono that reaches to the ground covers her feet, detailed in light blue sakura-like floral designs. Wears a white flower-themed wedding veil to cover her eyes, unless they want her white or red glowing eyes underneath it

-Casual Attire: To hide her fox form when going to the village during the day, she wears a black and pink oversized hoodie, with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and also a pair of dark brown boots.

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-Personality-

Lynette tends to be a quiet yet silent type of person, as a fox hybrid she tends to be shy around strangers in her territory, she's sometimes sensitive. Due to the past incident of the abandoned wedding altar and the sacrificial ceremony for the dead, alongside with her dark past.

But she's very friendly and sweet, but can be scary sometimes when getting angry for a while. But she hoped that her anger didn't scare anyone on purpose or accident. Lynette does have a younger sister personality or a mother-like figure to the team.

But she can be sly, intelligent, and cunning but sometimes mischievous but rather childlike if anyone mistook her like a kid because of her height and hates being teased from time to time. Sometimes making her annoyed with it but also having a habit of teasing anyone in a friendly manner towards her team and making funny jokes, to lighten up the mood just a bit.

Lynette doesn't mind scaring people by giving them a blood kind of fright, which happens almost every midnight if anyone enters the abandoned wedding altar, underneath the full moon. Which in the end, her victims ended up becoming in her death list tonight.

When acting normal, she isn't so violent but is very strong when fighting enemies around herself along with the team, but in yandere/necrophile mode however, she's completely insane and will go wild very soon with a weapon or not.

But that's how she is anyway and considered it pretty normal to herself. Especially for her as sufficiently. 

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-Background-

Lynette was born from her mother, who another fox woman named Celestia Mitchell and along with her father, who is a half-wolf and the grim reaper named Gabriel Mitchell.

After Lynette turned 14, her parents were now in another world while she herself placed in her new home in the abandoned wedding altar of Kiyomi Village, located at the highest mountain hilltop below the village because of it's beautiful cherry blossom trees surrounding the mountain along with the beautiful view of the midnight sky and the view of the village down below.

Despite the fact that she was living on her own without her parents, which both of them are living in another location. She is the only one who can see them while others can't when using the ghost eye-sight ability and keeps her close family bonding with the two and kept in contact with them by sending them letters or contacting them with magic.

It wasn't before long when she noticed a pair of thieves from the king's kingdom entering her home, and almost attempted to cut down the altar, this caused her hidden anger to be born, and ended up killing the thieves in full rage which caused her eyes to change into two colors, dark blood red, and ghost white. When the last thief tried to attack the young fox, this caused her power to be born as well and ended up killing the last thief in yandere/necrophile form.

Before arriving at the altar, her mother and father taught her various ways of self-defense along with stealth and other abilities that foxes can do. Lynette admired her mother along with her yandere/necrophile bride form powers the most.

By scaring him with her ghost white eyes turning dark blood red, sent him screaming to death and then getting eaten alive after seeing her rage.

After that, Lynette ended having a bloody mess after they were killed, plus survival was now needed her to eat to survive, she can eat human food whenever she finds ingredients to make food to eat to survive as well or just buy some ingredients from the marketplace.

After devouring the ones who dare to destroy her home, people of Kiyomi had started to think that it was the vengeful spirit of both the bride and woman who had died there and everyone had begun to fear that abandoned wedding altar ever since the bride had committed suicide and the corpse of the woman went missing afterward. In which they believed that the abandoned wedding altar is now being haunted, thanks to Lynette and her killing/hunting-spree at night time.

But after hearing that the victims were the villagers of the king's kingdom, they decided not to bother her and her home as long as she doesn't take anyone's life in their own village. Lynette heard this had sweetly decided to keep their promise.

And no one dared to enter the mountain hilltops and the abandoned wedding altar ever again, unless they wanted to have a nightmare of being dead if they didn’t believe the story for not.

This was now Lynette's daily life-style now after one and last incident between herself and a certain 'someone' who is a traveler and was named Colt, which the two became friends after their first meeting and soon the later Lynette had a small crush on him, until one day Colt harshly broke her off, shattering Lynette permanently.

What's worse is that, Colt has been talking stuff about her behind her, along with her secrets. Except for her killing nights.

This caused Lynette to kill herself due after what Colt has did to her, but this time the young traveler witnessed it, Lynette only passed out for about six weeks until she found out that the traveler was gone and had decided to never meet and trust someone like him again and has planned to kill him with her own hands.

This caused her to cautious and aware of trusting someone and also gaining relationship issues afterward. Plus her hunting towards her targets and her plan of killing Colt hasn't changed until now.

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-Relationship-

-Celestia Mitchell: Lynette's mother, who is a fox hybrid like her as well but currently in human form after her marriage with Gabriel. Celestia loves her daughter truly from her heart and doesn't mind her own daughter becoming like her along with her father as well. Often teases Lynette on getting a boyfriend and has always supported her, which Lynette gets embarrassed pretty easily but appreciates her support. Like mother and daughter close relationship, Lynette commented that her mother's anger is way scarier than hers and doesn't hesitate herself a harsh punish on either Lynette or her husband. Celestia would often get scold Lynette from time to time.

-Gabriel Mitchell: Lynette's father, who is a powerful grim reaper, he very a protective father and husband of Lynette along with his wife Celestia. He was the one who taught Lynette when battling with a scythe and a dagger while in yandere/necrophile bride form and also supports her like his wife as well. He has quite the temper and doesn't want any boy to date her but his anger of scary them with be stopped if he ever sees his own wife getting pissed at him sooner or worse or else he himself will get punishment.

-Colt: The traveler that Lynette first has met, these two has a close friendship which Lynette has a small crush on him for a while until Colt has suddenly broke her off and was talking about her secrets behind her back. Which caused Lynette to commit her own death . After he left, Lynette sets her plans on killing him if they ever crossed paths again.

-The Villagers in Kiyomi Village: Despite not knowing Lynette and her identity of being a fox hybrid. They treated the girl with kindness which Lynette has no plans on killing any of them in the village because of the promise she made to them in secret. Although Lynette wondered why they hated the king and his kingdom so much, so Lynette decided to end the intruders and targets who lived there.

(Soon to be updated)

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-Like & Dislike-

Likes:

Cooking

She an expert cook and would often finds good ingredients because of her sniffing skills in the forest when it comes to food for the whole team to eat.

Star-gazing

Practically her most favorite thing to do whenever she's not sleeping at night.

Dislikes:

Getting teased so easily

Oh please, do that or she will ignore you for a while until she calms down.

Being called short or a kid

Oh please, she’ll beat anyone’s ass up to a complete plup!

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-Trivia-

-She had a good habit of cooking and collecting ingredients in the forest for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Making her the chef of the team.

-She’s immune to any kind of potions and poison.

-She takes good care of her tails and hates it getting messy after brushing it thoroughly. 

-Ghost eye-sight allows anyone to see the dead, secret passageways of any location inside or outside and also contacts her parents. Thus, this is not considered as an additional power.

-For any woman or fox hybrid (mostly female) would be born with ghost eye-sight. It enchants their channeling powers. Although Lynette and her mother were born with them, they can still used it for only good deeds.

-Her parents aren't dead, they are just located in another dimension. When entering the overworld, you can't see them if only you have the ghost eye-sight ability.

-Chances for Lynette to fall in love with someone else.

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