#Always sceming things for Lord night | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

shattered-sparks · 1 year

Text

(TF!Sun and TF!Moon belong to @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog ) Moon waited at the designated rendezvous spot. Sun and him out supply hunting, splitting up to cover more ground. Supplies in arms he waited for his brother to return from his own ventures. The sound of running caught the lunar animatronic’s attention. “Moon!!” Sun screamed as he ran. Battered and bruised, oil seeping out from cracks. Moon disregarded whatever he was carrying. Dropping them to tend to his brother. “Sun! You okay?! What happened?!” Sun grabbed onto Moon. His own sunny form making Moon’s tremble from how hard he was grasping. “Mannequin!! I-It just suddenly jumped me! I-I got away but we gotta go, now!!” Moon felt himself get pulled before the momentum left him. Sun’s frame turning into fuzz and static as his voice died out. The image fizzling out like tv static, what once was fear turned into confusion before sinking into anger. The animatronic lifted it’s scratched up faceplate. Eyes landing on a familiar burning orange. Gritting his teeth Moon barked. “Thought I told you to piss off” “Oh you did, I just don’t care” Supernova laid on his back. Tree branches holding up the chaotic interloper as he didn’t meet Moon’s burning gaze. Checking his claws for any muck and grim. Though despite the display Nova’s face couldn’t hide the tiredness he felt. Growl inside Moon’s voice box died down as he got a better look at the intruder. Something was off. Moon could feel it. This wasn’t like Nova, his illusions usually didn’t fade out like that. “You’re.. acting weird” Supernova tilted his eyes downwards, finally returning the gaze. the Lunar animatronic squinting at him. Questioning if this was some sort of trick. “Haven’t been the most prosperous, Moonshine~” The grin Supernova gave Moon was sharp. If he really felt like it he could change the tides of this conversation and have Moon tied by his feet, dangling upside down. But nothing came from it. Making Moon even more suspicious. Before the words could leave him the conversation was interrupted. “Moon?” Sun called out to him. This time less frantic. Sun’s image came into view as he held his own findings. “Sun!” Moon quickly ran over to his brother. The Lunar animatronic fretted and checked Sun of any injuries. Thankful there were no new ones. Supernova simply rolled his eyes. Sneer hanging from his mouth at the display. “What’s going on? Why are you so panicked??” “The wasp came back” Moon all but growled out the nickname. Teeth bared as his pupils went sharp. Sun immediately got the message. his faceplate going pale as he searched the tops of trees. Finally landing on Supernova. “Oh That’s... That’s great” The sarcasm that dripped off of Sun’s sentence wasn’t lost on Nova. Moon placing himself in front of Sun as some sort of barrier. Protective and ready for a fight. “What do you want now?! Haven’t you done enough to us?” Nova for once, broken his gaze. Eyes instead looking at nearby foliage. Gluttony, Blacky, and others have all been teaching Supernova about sympathy. Nova was going to have a word with them about it later. “Got sent out here to feel better. It isn’t helping” Moon all but smiled in glee. “Yeah, maybe you wouldn’t be suffering if ya didn’t tormet the wrong people” Supernova’s claws dug into his palm out of anger. He was getting sick and tired of this conversation. So instead he changed it. “Actually isn’t that. Something much more out of my control. You would understand, surely~” The combination of Nova’s sentence and head tilt all but clued the two animatronics in on what he meant. “If you came all the way out here for help you aint getting it!” Sun yelled up to the trees. Ready to leave. Moon on the other hand. “You have a killcode don’t you” Supernova clapped his hands as he smiled. “Right on the money as always, Moonshine!” Moon and Nova shared a silent knowing look to each other before Sun pulled his brother back. Supernova disappearing into the darkness of the trees. Leaving the two alone. Sun scoffed. “Moon you can’t be seriously considering helping him!” Sun questioned as Moon bent down to pick up the long forgetting supplies off the dirt floor. Moon’s red eyes flicked to Sun’s blue before returning back to what Moon was doing. “Don’t worry Sunny, I’m not.” Moon reassured Sun. Finishing, the two began their walk back to their campsite. “It something we could use to our advantage though”

#Written Paw Prints #Supernova #TF!Moon never learns #Always sceming things for Lord night

9 notes · View notes

romeulusroy · 4 years

Text

Emotional Whore (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,008

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomrecs @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @theshelbyclan @captivatedbycillianmurphy @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87

A/N: Ahh I'm sorry I've been so lacking in posts and writing!!! I thought you all deserved a non-therapy fic lol and though this was not at all any of the ideas I was planning on writing, it just sorta happened :P I don't hate it, but I'm definitely not as proud of it as other pieces. It's not my typical style, which feels a lil weird. Still, there are some lines I like a lot! This is as close to smut as I think I'll ever get, so I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient with me and my lil break. It means the world!!!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Gif Credit: @nofckingfighting :)

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. / PART THREE.

WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?

Original sin. Not an act against god, but yourself. Going against every instinct, every moral standard you hold for yourself. A moment of self destruction, weakness, a lapse of judgement. Blinded by the gleam of a razor, a decision too enticing, too moronic not to give into. You spoiled him. Let him think he was the one in control, that he had power, that this could be anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck. Sweet boy, playful, but he should have known better than to fall for someone who'd rather not sink so low for him. He was the one on his knees, after all. You had ambitions, goals, wants and needs outside of being someone's emotional whore. Believing himself all powerful, all knowing, you would have thought he'd seen the signs soon enough. A life ahead of you left undecided, with no rules, no expectations. Human nature. Someone who'd shared enough nights with faces without names, this was no different.

This was another place to pass through, another person to become and shed when the time was right, another body sleep beside, nothing more, certainly something less.

Hickeys painted cross his neck. Kisses running down your back, between your thighs. Biting, nibbling, giggling between sheets, beneath the shirts you pulled off, discarding all your worries and fears, forgetting too quickly about your responsibilities. It was never supposed to last this long, go on as long as it did. An accident, the first time. A mistake. Slipping from his sheets the next morning, quiet as you could, returning before the sun peaked above the rooftops, wanting nothing more than to wash the smell of him off you. Your boss. The same man who signed your checks, at least for the time being. Taking his phone calls. Passing messages. Learning his schedule, his day to day. Pulling you through the front door, pressing you against the walls. Funny. You would have thought he tasted nothing more of whiskey and hellfire, his words nothing but blown smoke. Sweet nothings in your ear. Curious hands. Nothing but hungry, starved, willing to do anything to make your night.

It was nice, really, to be so wanted, mourned, silently searching the empty space beside him, especting your naked body, but it couldn't happen again.

Until it did. In his office. His bed. His shower before work. The back room. The fucking kitchen. Too many places, too many times a second to dress, to make yourselves presentable. Telling him what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear. Needing to be pleased, praised, feed his ego before you could get what you wanted. Never what you wanted. A fling, something without a label, no strings attached. It was never a trick, a sceme, merely something dragging on, half alive waiting to die. Things like this, it made you stupid. In the heat of it all, made words trickle from your mouth, from his, that shouldn't have been said. Too used to getting his way, for the world to bend over backwards for him, you had to be the one on top, shoe him the only one in control of this was you. Put him in his place before it got away from him any further.

Two different realities.

One of passion, love, something more. Deranged. Almost felt sorry for him. Fooling himself, causing more pain than ever intended, slicing himself up with his own razors so willingly, so blindingly. The other, something to pass the time, to make things a little less lonely and a lot more exciting. Reality. It was never meant to be anything more. You knew who he was, what he did. You saw a man very different leave the bar than who walked in. How the glass smashed between his fingers, how he bit the bullet, chewed the barrel of a gun if he had to, the cold of his skin when the air changed. More enemies than friends. A wait list instead of a hit list. Too many bullets for a single body. You knew better than to play with fire when all you wore was gasoline. He could pretend to be careful. Thoughtful. Genuine. But he'd light his cigarette with the burning flesh of you without a second thought. Keep your distance. Never get too close, no matter how close you were. Not for a second believe the things he said. Rehearsed. Effortless. How many times had he moaned those same things? To how many unsuspecting bodies?

Catching eyes, attention. If it wasn't those eyes, it was his stride, that wicked look, or that egocentric way of thinking. Whatever it may be, it was a trap. A web they found themselves caught in before they even realized, believing he truly loved them, that they weren't his flavor of the week, that a man who had everything really needed them in his life. Show him how it felt. To be screwed over. A glimpse of what he put them through. Never taking no for an answer, he'd have to learn to sit and beg. This wasn't the place for you. Not the home, or the job, not a place you wanted to settle, to set root. You warned him, you'd be gone before he knew it. In the blink of an eye, and yet he was naive enough to fall. Tripping over himself, banging his head on the way down, catching it on a sharp corner. Believing sex was love, and love was sex. Try all he wanted, you knew the ins and outs of him. You knew him better than he knew himself. What would make him crumble, struggle to breathe, what made him tense, his jaw lock, what made him melt between your arms.

You never meant for it to happen, but you were glad it did.

Let him know what it felt like to be on the receiving end. Lord knows how many he left freezing in their sheets, believing what they had was anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck.

157 notes · View notes