#But uh. I'm hitting the Ill never be the man I want to be and I'll die alone phase

[chroniclesinlacuna]

Hm. Guess it's existential crisis time. Thought I'd make it to 40 first.

#Like yes I regularly have crisises due to depression anxiety and fatigue #But uh. I'm hitting the Ill never be the man I want to be and I'll die alone phase #Yay.

[tokio-motel]

What's up bbg?Can you do a fanfic with 2000s kaulitz twins were bill and Tom are at a meet and greet and there celebrity crush scene forever shows up to the meet and greet to get one of there albums signed and both Tom and bill are are shocked and speechless that M/N is a fan.

KAULITZ TWINS X CELEB READER: MEET AND GREET

hii my beautiful amazing angelic gorgeous wife 😇 erm we are still married so i have the right to call you that ANYWAYS uh if it's bad no it's not

"Jesus fuck how much longer..."

Tom groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers as he finished signing another girls album, hands starting to cramp. Bill only giggled, cracking his knuckles as he looked over at his brother. "I mean we are here for another.." Bill looked over at the black and white clock hanging onto the wall, "...Hour?" Bill laughed as he watched Toms jaw drop, his eyes that were once nearly closed to exhaustion grow wide like saucers. "ANOTHER hour?! Oh my god...." he complained, whining like a spoiled child as he hit his hand down on the table in frustration, pulling away with a soft 'ow'.

Bill watched as Georg's mouth curled up in a smirk as he watched Tom's mini-tantrum. He could hear he soft snickering of Gustav as he signed another boys album, giving a small "You're welcome!" as the boy walked off. Bill really didn't blame Tom, as his fingers were starting to hurt and he was sweating like a motherfucker. Seriously, sometimes he regretted wearing so much clothing. If only he could take a cold shower, put on a pair or sweatpants and tanktop, sitting in his AC filled house...

"Hi, Bill!" a girl squeaked, making him jump slightly and apologize as he took his pen with trembling hands and signed away. She smiled as she looked down, her teeth so white Bill had to blink due to the glare. "Thanks!" she said, skipping away to go to her brother-or sister. Bill smiled, giving a small wave, before sluming back into his seat.

Tom guffawed, looking down at his younger brother. "Sit back up. We have another 45 minutes to go." Bill winced as he felt a small but firm slap on his shoulder, reluctantly sitting back up and propping himself in his elbows. Tom cleared his throat as a pretty girl came up to him with another album, his handwriting slightly off and a bit sloppy. He looked back at the clock. 42 minutes left. Yes, this was going to be a longggg time.

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To say Bill's hands were hurting was a huge understandment. He could barely flex his fingers, that damn pen was starting to hurt everytime he held it. He found himself looking up at the clock after every person left, only finding it made time go by slower. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like an hour. Really, he just wanted to go back to the tour bus and sleep. It was times like these when he wondered what it would be like if he didn't sing 'It's Raining Men' or if he didn't become famous.

What would his job be? Maybe a fashion designer, or perhaps a teacher? Maybe a manager of some company?

He jumped slightly as Georg pushed him in the shoulder, a brown eyebrow quirked up. "Bill, what's wrong man? You look ill." Georg attempted to put the back of his hand to Bills forehead, but Bill swatted his hand away with a small laugh. "No, no I'm fine. Just uh..a bit tired is all." Georg hummed in agreement, cursing to himself under his breath as somebody walked up to him. He forced a small smile as the boy asked him a few questions, giving Georg a small album to sign aswell.

Tom smacked his lips together as he finished yet another. He looked up to the clock and couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh as he saw they were down to 15 minutes. Gustav looked in his direction, clapping his hands a few times as he smiled. At this point, Tom couldn't even make out his own signature he gave out. He wasn't even checking out the girls as they walked away from him. He was never like this, never so tired he could barley keep sitting. He turned towards Bill in his seat, pushing a piece of hair behind his hair. He saw how tired Bill looked, how even with all the black eyeshadow that could mess with Tom's vision his brother still had eyebags, turning the pale skin gray under his eyes.

Bill and Tom groaned quietly in union as they saw somebody else come up to them, they turned back around, about to give a soft smile or "Hi!" to the person, but their mouths dropped. A boy with (colored) hair and an album tucked under his arm greeted them before they could, the twins having to blink a few times as their hearts heated faster. No.. It couldn't be him..although with that clothing, that hair, those eyes, and oh FUCK it was M/N. M/N L/N.

"Hi Bill, Tom," he greeted, smiling softly as he placed the album infront of them, " I've been waiting to get an album signed! Lines pretty crazy." He chuckled, a warm and cheery sound that instantly got rid of any anxiety the twins may have had.

Bill took him out his pen quickly as Tom fixed his posture, his face red. M/N watched as Bill signed his name in the corner, how his fingers were trembling and how slow and careful he was being. Tom signed in the other corner, actually holding the pen in a tight fist as he tried to write the best signature he could at the moment. "I uhh..You're M/N right?" OH STUPID STUPID TOM! He wanted to kill himself right there and then, what a dumb question!

But the gorgeous boy infront of them didn't laugh, didn't walk away. No. He stood there with a bright smile, laughing a bit. "Really? What makes you think that?" he teased, cocking his head to the side. Bill cleared his throat, feeling his palms get sweaty. "It's nice to meet you! I'm...Tom and I are big fans." Bill blabbered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he gave a nervous smile. Dear Lord, Tom felt his knees buckle as M/N's face brightened, his smile widening. "Oh? Really?"

The twins nodded, not being able to form words currently. M/N laughed quietly, "Ah, how nice. You both did well tonight! Seriously Tom, I wish I could play guitar!.." (if you do no you don't) "..and your voice never fails to amaze me, Bill.." Tom and Bill could only let out soft 'thank you's', faces flushed with red and pink as they suddenly started to feel the air around them go up by a measly.. 100 degrees.

M/N held out his hands for the boys to shake, their hands feeling clammy and jittery as they held onto their crushes hand, almost sad and disappointed to see him go. M/N grabbed the album left on the table, giving a sad smile. "Hmm.. I have to get going now. It was nice meeting you!" he grinned as he waved, turning around and going out the door. "Bye..!" Tom and Bil said together, smiling as they waved. Their legs felt like jello, regardless of sitting down, and their hearts were beating so fast they could've popped out of their chest.

YES! They were done. Such a good day..a good concert, and a great ending!

"Hi, Tom!"

A girl said, holding out another album for the boy to sign. Bill held back a laugh as Tom sighed to himself before giving a forced smile, grabbing the pen as he bent over to give his signature.

Well...almost done.

#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #x male y/n #x male reader #x reader #LMFAO THEY BARLEY TALKED AT ALLLL #my bad bro

[luvhughes43]

Period Pains | Jack Hughes x reader

request: Can I get a fluffy jack hughes fic where the reader comes on her period whilst they are at the lake house and she has nothing with her. And she just wants cuddles. Maybe one of the other boys makes a comment about her being clingy and is like oh someone’s on their period 🙄. And she gets upset

word count: 0.8k

You had just arrived at the lake house a week ago, and having gone practically all summer without seeing your boyfriend, you were just too busy to take a much needed trip to the store. You had stupidly left all your period supplies at home, claiming that you would just buy more. But with all the much needed time you were spending with your boyfriend jack… you just hadn’t gotten around to it. Which led you to the predicament that you were currently in. 

You had bad cramps last night, and with all the busyness that comes with being at the lake house, you had not clued in to the warning that your period was about to start. Leaving you stuck in the bathroom, in a house full of men with absolutely no supplies. 

Luckily for you, you brought your phone into the bathroom with you, so you quickly called Jack as he was outside hanging out with his friends. He answered his phone on the second ring.

“Yeah baby?” Jack spoke into the mic. You could hear the guys laughing and talking in the background.

“I really need your help right now” you replied and you could hear Jack hastily slide open the slide in door, “what’s wrong? Where are you?” he responded clearly worried.

“I'm in the upstairs bathroom” you groaned in pain as you felt another cramp hit you. “K im coming” was all he said as he hung up the phone. You placed yours back on the counter and waited. You could hear Jack running up the stairs and the fact that he cared so much about you made you smile. 

Jack knocked on the bathroom door, “can I come in?” he asked to which you responded with a faint yes. Jack walked in to find you hunched over on the toilet,  your arms on your thighs and your head down. “Are you good?” he asked obliviously. 

“I started my period and I have nothing to deal with it. Can you run to the store for me real quick?” you asked, and Jack just nodded. “Yeah uh just give me a list of what you need”.

You got out of your hunched position and grabbed your phone, texting Jack a small list of everything you needed. “Okay ill be right back, love you” he said as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out of the bathroom.

About 15 minutes later, Jack was back from the small store up the road with everything you needed in hand. He walked into the bathroom and passed you a bag full of your requested items. “Thank you” you whispered to Jack as you felt another painful cramp in your abdomen. “Of course. When you're done in here why don't we cuddle in my room? It might help with your cramps and stuff, "Jack said. “Sounds perfect” you replied and he left the bathroom letting you clean yourself up. 

After you finally got everything sorted out, you brought your grocery bag into Jack's room. He was already sprawled across his bed and when he heard you creak the door open he smiled up at you. Before getting into bed, you took an ibuprofen, and changed into a pair of Jacks sweats. 

You climbed into Jack's bed and he laid one of his arms across his bed so you could cuddle up into him. With one of his hands wrapping around your shoulder he snaked the other around your waist pulling you closer to him. You were both facing the door, facing away from each other, and soon enough your legs were getting caught up into each other as you snuggled closer to each other. 

However, your peaceful cuddling season was quickly disrupted as Trevor Zegras bursted into Jack's room. “Where did you go man? I thought you were only going to the store” he basically yelled as he walked into Jack's room. He hadn't seen you two cuddled on the bed but when he finally realized you two were wrapped up into each other he smirked. “Never mind then… I see!” he barked out a laugh.

“Go away Trevor” you said irritated that he disturbed your peace you had created with Jack.

“Ooo someones on their period!” he laughed as you got up and threw a pillow at his head. Trevor just laughed harder. 

“Seriously Trev, go” Jack said, also sitting up. Trevor laughed some more and lifted both hands as if he was surrendering. He backed out of Jack's room quickly, shutting the door as he went. 

You and Jack both laid back down and you felt so frustrated. “I hate when people say things like that” you say, turning around so you were face to face with jack. He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, “I know baby, I'm sorry. Trevs an asshole”.

Jack started playing with your hair which promptly lulled you to sleep. 

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes one shot #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb

[lizzieislife94x]

Best Friends Sister (w.m)

WandaxG!P Reader 

AOU era You and Pietro are best friends

As always requests are always open

Y/ns POV:

I have to hold my stomach from laughing so much pietro hit the floor so hard popcorn everywhere "dude..that was fucking hilarious are you ok" I say composing myself as he gets up glaring at me "come on man it was" I stop talking as soon as his twin sister walks in "oh my god what happened in here" she says looking around at the popcorn all over the floor she looks directly at me expecting answers "oh uh em pietro was walking in with the popcorn and slipped and fell" I say my face heating up I can't seem to control my emotions around her I've had the biggest crush on her for the last 4 years but could never do anything about because she's my best friends sister she smiles and walks towards me sitting beside me as she giggles fuck, I purposely spend as much time here as possible just to see her "pietro youre such a dork but you need to clean this up" she looks at me "so y/n what are we watching" I feel nerves flare up as I look at her then the TV "eh um I don't think you'll like it it's a horror movie" she looks at me then pietro and smirks "well it's a good thing youre here to protect me" I blush instantly and nod "yeah sure sure sure" she giggles as pietro walks over"ew just make out already this sexual tension and constant flirting is gross" I look at him with a glare unable to form words "yeah right wanda wishes she could make out with me" I smirk as I regain my composure which is suddenly gone when she leans in to whisper into my ear "oh baby if I wanted to make out with you I'd do it anytime any place" I turn my attention to the TV trying to ignore my flustered state "let's just watch the movie" i say shyly. 

Half way through the movie wanda cuddles into me hiding her face in my neck I giggle and wrap my arms around her "I got you" I whisper as she smiles against my neck after the movie ends I feel wandas dead weight on me causing me to look over at pietro "dude wandas asleep " he laughs and shrugs "that's a you problem I'm going to bed gotta be well rested for the party tomorrow" i glare at him as I flip him the middle finger as he laughs walking upstairs I look down at wanda and smile "you are so unbelievably beautiful wanda" I whisper as I accept the fact I'm not moving anytime soon I close my eyes and quickly fall asleep. 

I groan as I wake up with the sun hitting my eyes once my eyes adjust to the light I look down surprised to see wanda still asleep in my arms I smile as I look at her admiring her beauty in the morning light "its rude to stare" I hear her mumble in a groggy morning voice "I uh I mean I wasn't staring I was admiring completely different, anyway can you move I can't feel my arm youve been asleep ontop of me all night" I say with a giggle as I see her start blush "well I felt safe so I must have fell asleep I'm sorry" I smile standing up shaking my arm "don't be sorry its ok but once I get the feeling back in my arm I have to head home to get showered and ready for the party so can you tell pietro ill be back in a few hours" she smiles and nods as she walks upstairs after 5 minutes I get all feeling back and grab my car keys off the table and head to my own house it takes 40 minutes to get there as soon as I get inside I go make a coffee and relax on the couch taking a minute to think about the fact wanda cuddled into me most of the movie then fell asleep ontop of me after an hour of relaxing me time I head upstairs to put my phone on charge and look at the time it's 12pm so I have a few hours to get ready I head into the bathroom and shower and brush my teeth after an hour and a half I walk into my bedroom throwing myself onto the bed. 

I rummage through my wardrobe looking for some nice casual clothes forthe party its just a house party nothing to fancy I decided to go with white ripped jeans with a white jumper and white Calvin Klein bra and boxers I decided to leave my hair down and curly and put on some light make up before getting dressed I look myself up and down in the full length mirror happy with how I look I quickly spray some Calvin klein perfume I quickly skim through my jewellery box and grab 2 thumb rings and 2 rings for my index fingers I grab my phone to shoot pietro a text

Me:Dude it's almost 7 will I head over? I have 2 bottles of vodka too let's goooo 

Dickhead: Yeah absolutely head over when you're ready there's people arriving nowanyway, also I over heard wanda telling her friends something I'll fill you in when you get here so GET HERE. 

I look at my phone a little concerned before sliding it into my pocket and heading to the kitchen to grab my car keys and 2 bottles of vodka I quickly make my way to the car to start the semi long drive I put some music on and jam out the whole ride only turning it off when I pull up outside the twins house I grab the vodka and head out towards the house walking straight in say my hellos to a few people I know I look through the crowd and spot wanda dancing and laughing with her friends causing me to smile I quickly diverted my attention as soon as her gorgeous forest eyes met mine I can't see pietro anywhere fuck I need to go ask wanda I quickly make my way to her she instantly smiles as I approach "hey glad your here y/n" she says as she wraps me in a hug I smile at the contact hugging her back before pulling away "hey wands where's pietro" I yell over the music she leans in and yells "upstairs finishing getting ready" I nod to acknowledge her before leaning in to yell "you look good ill catch up with you later I have to go talk to pietro" she nods as I make my way to the kitchen through the crowd of people I put the vodka down before heading upstairs and knocking on pietros door "dude its y/n can I come in" after a minute he opens the door "please tell me I look ok the girl I've been crushing on is here and she looks smoking hot I know she's only here because she's wandas friend but she's here" I look at him and fix his hair a little "there you look good buddy ima make it plan to get you together I think some old fashion drinking games will come in handy" I say with a smirk followed by a giggle he sits on the bed looking at me "so I over heard wanda telling the girl I like and another girl about last night about how she was cuddled into you most of the movie and how she fell asleep in your arms but then she told them you called her the most beautiful girl in the world or something but dude her smile was so bright when she was talking about it and they where all screaming and freaking out" I take a second to process what he said before thinking of what to say "wait really you're not fucking with me but why would she tell her friends" I feel myself freak out a little before he grabs both my shoulders "y/n she likes you like really likes you and you really like her I see the way you look at eachother when you think no one's looking I see the way you guys flirt I see the way you guys blush like fools around eachother, and I'm fine with it if I want to see my sister with someone I'd rather it be you someone I know and trust, someone I know will treat her like a queen and never hurt her, I know you've liked her for a long time and from the bottom of my heart I love and respect you for never crossing that line because she's my sister but I'm telling you face to face I don't mind you and wanda together I promise my best friend and my sister i think that would be really cool because i know how much of an amzing girl you are and i know you would never hurt her" I look at him shocked and stunned as I feel my eyes water a little without words I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly "thank you" I simple whisper both of us feeling a little emotional we quickly break apart "come on let's go party and let's go get your girl" I say with a sly smirk he groans and we both head downstairs to join the party we spend the next 3 hours dancing laughing and drinking during that time I dance and laugh and chat with wanda on and off it's almost 11pm so I jump up on the table as pietro cuts the music "guys drinking games are starting in 10 minutes get ready we're starting with truth or dare then 7 minutes in heaven" everyone screams making me laugh my eyes landing on wanda as she waves shyly I wave back and send a wink in her direction she smiles and blushes as I jump down off the table and grab another drink as everyone sits in a circle I grab my phone and pull up wandas number.

Me: I need your help the blonde beside you, pietro has a crush I need you to help get them together for a little kissy kissy. 

As soon as I hit send I cringe at my words but get distracted by wandas giggle I look up to see her typing. 

Greeneyes:Yes!! She never shuts up about him, also who do you have your eyes on like who do you want to kiss tonight I know at least 9 girls here that are hoping to go into a closet with you.

I smirk reading the message as I start to type

Me:Oh now that would be telling so you're saying there's at least 9 chances of me getting lucky tonight? Sweet 😋 nah I'm joking I have my eyes on one girl but I can't tell you who it's a secret 

I look up at her reading the text and notice her frown damn she looks annoyed I quickly look down as my phone dings and almost chock on my drink.

Greeneyes:  Oh honey that won't be happening if you think youre kissing someone other than me tonight you have another think coming I'm done playing I'm done with the endless torture of flirting both of us scared to do anything about it last night sealed it for me it put things into perspective when you held me though the movie I felt safe I felt at home and don't hit me with some joke about me litterly being at home it made me realise that in your arms is where I want to be so if you think ima let any of these chick's touch or kiss or even look at you to long your delusional sweetheart.

I can't help but smile like a fool forgetting I'm surrounded by people and that possession fuck me it was so sexy I bite my lip and send a simple reply.

Me: Yes ma'am I completely agree 

Greeneyes: Good girl now why don't we just sneak away and go to my room and make out and ill tell blondy that pietro is into her to go talk to him. 

Me: Yes yup let's do that ill slip away first you follow. 

I quickly slide my phone into my pocket as I stand up and run upstairs towards wandas room bumping into pietro "woah what's the rush y/n" I blush and rub my neck "uh um nothing me and wanda are gonna skip the games and sit in her room to uh em talk" he smirks and puts one hand on my shoulder "good luck but hurt my sister ill never forgive you" I smile and nod "I'd never hurt her oh and by the way your little crush likes you slip away before the game starts and tell her or make a move you both like eachother" he smiles and nods as he walks away and I head into wandas room I sit on her bed waiting for 5 minutes before she comes running In shutting the door with a giggle I hear her lock it before running over to me jumping ontop of me to straddle me she slowly leans in both of us smiling "hey" she whispers before kissing me passionately I wrap my arms around her kissing her back with just as much passion. 

AN: no smut oooops and she stops right at the smut don't worry I'll post a part 2 to this tomorrow which will contain smut it's just I'm at 2.3k words already and if I don't stop it will be hella long lmao hope yall enjoy nevertheless hope yall are doing well all feedback welcomed and appreciated the people that be voting on all these one shots are real ones I still appreciate everyone that reads and doesn't vote 😊 as always requests are open (part 2 will be posted in a few hours)

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #fanfic #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #oneshot #smut #mcu #wattpad #lizzieislife94x #wanda mcu #mommy wanda #wanda marvel #wandavision #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximommy #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda smut

[bonefall]

I'm sitting and looking at somebody's take about the scene of Willow Tail's death

"Clear Sky is fabulous here, and the deaths look karmic. Willow Tail dies blind bc she was so blinded by her wish of revenge she put innocent cats under threat and led to deaths of a medicine cat and an innocent kit. And Wind Runner, who prevented Moth Flight from saving Tiny Branch, lost a life to an injured leg just like he did. Beautiful."

Ig I'll just leave it here like a tribute

"the deaths look karmic" is the only correct thing in this passage. Yes, the writers ARE obsessed with punishing women, gruesomely zooming in on how much pain and suffering they're feeling when those horrible bitches finally get their comeuppance. Glad they can at least recognize torture porn when they see it.

Go one baby step further-- why do the writers keep choosing to frame the women as primarily responsible when Clear Sky is the same violent, egotistical tyrant he always was?

Willow Tail does die blinded-- by Clear Sky. The way he is constantly brutalizing every woman and foreigner in front of him. Just like how he was smacking Moth Flight before he ordered Red Claw to go up into the tree to beat the shit out of Micah and confiscate medicine, because he doesn't care when people die of treatable illness.

But, sure. Sure, it's Willow Tail who caused the death of Micah, when she sees Moth Flight's face sliced open by a known serial murderer and jumps to her defense, and then learns that Red Claw has been ordered to attack a doctor.

For those who haven't read Moth Flight's Vision, btw, Willow Tail is revealed to be the villain all along because she was planting rabbit bones on the border. This made Clear Sky mad because Wind Runner said "make your cats respect the borders YOU invented, bc MY cats didn't eat those rabbits" and she didn't just accept his answer of "nuh uh."

That's why it's totally the WOMEN'S fault that Clear Sky was throwing this tantrum, and not his own. Being offended is a totally valid reason to deny medical treatment and do assault and battery. Why would you ever hold a man in a position of power accountable for his own actions?

Wind Runner also didn't kill Tiny Branch through medical neglect. Clear Sky did. Can't believe I'm still saying this.

HE was the one who prevented Acorn Fur from getting help. He keeps insisting that he never needed Micah or any other foreigner to heal Tiny Branch's ailments. He didn't want Micah when it was a cough, and he didn't want Moth Flight when it was a fox attack.

-Said in the Sap Confiscation Scene

-Said as Tiny Branch is dying, confirming that yes, he DID stop her from getting the help right away.

Wind Runner PROPOSED an embargo at a meeting that SkyClan was absent for, AFTER Clear Sky had already insisted on denying medical treatment to Rocky and got Micah killed. Wind Runner's hypothetical embargo was broken less than a minute later when it's revealed SkyClan was late by several hours because Tiny Branch got attacked by a fox.

Here's how long they're held up by Wind Runner, though. All 214 words, less than a full page in dialogue, of it.

How long would you guess this took? Was everyone here speaking at 0.025 speed? Did someone hit the slow motion button? Were they escaping out of a time bubble?

Why's Shattered Ice never mentioned as killing Tiny Branch, btw? The one who actually did physically hold up Moth Flight (but not the other three Medicine cats, Dappled Pelt, Cloud Spots, and Pebble Heart), even if it was for less than 30 seconds? When he's not even from Wind Runner's Clan? CURIOUS INNIT?

I need to remind you that he was also responsible for preventing Acorn Fur from being fully trained. That was HIS choice. HE closed the border. HE stopped Moth Flight from completing Acorn Fur's training. HE is in the middle of a book-length hissy fit about being told what to do.

And, yet, Moth Flight is held up for less than 5 minutes after Clear Sky forced Acorn Fur to save his son alone until signs of infection set in, and this is all Wind Runner's fault.

So he later kidnaps Moth Flight, expecting Wind Runner to just trust that THIS time he takes a hostage he's not starving them like he did to Jackdaw's Cry, and not launch the two Clans into war. Redemption arc, btw.

And then he gets to be framed like a hero even though he is 100% responsible for every single one of his actions and escalated the situation at every turn. ZERO consequences for him, because him letting his own baby suffer and die was "punishment enough."

The bloodthirsty tyrant, child abuser, woman beater, and known liar was totally justified because It Made Him Sad When Wind Runner Didn't Trust His Word :( This was all actually an evil, scheming woman's fault for planting bunny bones, lol. So she totally deserves getting her eyes ripped out.

At MOST, the narrative considers Wind Runner and Clear Sky "Equally Bad", but only Wind Runner and Willow Tail get personally punished. With death and agony. Surely, SURELY this is not because of writer misogyny? In the Arc of 7 Fridgenings? Perish the thought.

Anyway, glad that I've curated my dash enough to not see that take out there in the wild. Who would even write something so ridiculous, Gray Wing?

#bone babble #warrior cats analysis #Clear Sky #Moth Flight's Vision #DOTC hate #Willow Tail #Anyway everyone it is now our job to be as annoying as possible and stan Willow Tail at all costs #Willow Tail Did Nothing Wrong legion rise up #cw misogyny #seriously though. fucking BUNNY BONES??? #BUNNY #BONES

[dreamnotnapss]

stop I’M ILL I just saw the post about how Dream was never intending to win, not if it cost him someone he loved, and thought about his interview with Sapnap when they have machine guns pointed at them and are (hilariously) bickering about I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TIMES INFINITY, but how before that when they said “one of you is not leaving here alive” and Sapnap says “I WANT TO LIVE” and Dream says NOTHING? Until prompted? And he sort of waffles like “oh uh I want to… sure…” WAS HE, EVEN THEN…

FR he's so used to protecting his boys. he isn't used to having to prioritize himself over them. it isn't until it sunk in that "oh god i'm gonna be dead after this" that he really started fighting but ma mans was perfectly content with Sapnap getting away scott-free over the cost of his own life

i mean! that's technically what happened in the end! when he saw Sapnap getting attacked, he wasn't thinking, "what if they kill me?" he was thinking "i need to save Sapnap." and he did!! at the cost of his own life!!

like sure, he was watching himself to make sure he made it through the games, but it seemed he put the most effort in when it came to George and Sapnap. when George got kidnapped, he was asking around for if anyone had seen him. in the wolf game, Dream separated from Sapnap and expressed, "i don't know where Sapnap went. please be alive." in the carnival game, Dream told Sapnap where to find the tickets. during the blood night, he aimed to hit someone because they were chasing after Sapnap

and George and Sapnap were scared without him! "i don't know what to do. i wish Dream were here." GOD

#dteam #dnn #dreamnap #god #anon my heart have mercy #order up #🍟

[deadbydangit]

Hi! I really enjoyed the first kiss scenarios! Can you make one with Pinhead as well? <3

You absolutely can. I'm going to add a few others. I've only seen the first Hellraiser, so I hope I've gotten it right.

First kisses.

Pinhead, Plague, Legion (Joey)

Pinhead

Your relationship with his is an odd one.

He doesn't show many emotions.

And the emotions he does show are more sadistic and aimed at survivors.

To you? He's a very quiet, reserved, but intelligent man.

His way of showing affection is usually a little pat on the head or his arm over your shoulder.

To show you the other way he shows affection...

Elliott care about you too much to harm you in any way.

Despite his cold demeanor, he really does love you.

If you feel neglected, he'll be able to tell.

He's a very smart person.

"S/o. Come here."

In his usual monotone voice.

Once you obey, he'll lean down and place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Despite all the pins, he somehow never pokes you.

He'll even give you a smile.

"Forgive me, I never meant to cause you anguish by neglecting you."

He'll then kiss you on the lips.

And he's a really good kisser.

But he enjoys teasing you a bit.

It leaves you wanting more.

"Come along. I'd like you to accompany me with some work."

He's saying he wants to spend more time with you.

And give you more kisses.

Plauge

Do not.

Seriously.

She loves you.

But she doesn't want you to kiss her.

You will get so sick.

You hear how she sounds everyday.

Trust her, you don't want to feel like that.

Adris would love to give you a kiss.

She really really would!

But just the idea of making you ill haunts her.

Also, she might just get sick on you.

Usually, she gets sick without warning.

There is no predicting it either.

Maybe you could kiss her cheek or something?

Regardless, you have to be the one to make the first move.

Make sure she's feeling well that day.

She has her good days, and her not so good days.

And it's very easy to tell when it's a bad day.

Don't make it a surprise kiss either.

She isn't a fan of things that will startle her.

She might get sick on that.

Instead, start by taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on it.

Then wait for her response.

If it's positive, work your way up until you place one on her cheek.

She won't let you kiss her in the mouth for your safety.

But she will build up enough courage to give you a kiss on the cheek.

Legion (Joey)

He wants to be the one to give you the first kiss.

But he doesn't want to force you.

He has to find the perfect time and place.

And, with the help of Susie and Julie, he'll get just that.

Joey isn't really the romantic type.

His idea of a perfect date is a cheesy horror movie, junk food, and weed.

Not happening under the girls' watch.

So they'll give you a decent spot to have your first kiss.

Make it semi-romantic.

At least as much as you can get it in the realm.

While the girls are setting things up, Frank is walking Joey through all the steps to make the first kiss memorable and perfect.

"Dude, Frank. Chill, I got this."

Joey does not got this and he is not chill.

He's actually freaking out!

He'll try to take a hit before the date, but the others won't let him.

Not even a small one.

You arrive at a room decorated with flowers.

"U-Uh... Hey babe."

Sweating bullets.

He's so terrified he can't even move.

The others are whispering to get him moving.

"Fuck it."

He'll throw off his mask and give you the most tender loving passionate kiss you could ever hope for.

The others are pissed he didn't follow the plan.

But he doesn't care.

And neither should you.

That had to have been the best kiss ever.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd pinhead #dbd joey #dbd plague

[z0mbieb0ybyersblog]

ER on Christmas

pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

warnings: None!

word count: 774

notes:

I don't know any medical terms, so if any doctor things I wrote sound terrible, I'm genuinely sorry.

I also wrote this in 2021 but I thought I’d bring it back and post it here

originally posted on Wattpad

It was Christmas Eve, and of course, you had the night shift in the emergency room; you hated working holiday shifts because every time you did the only people who were to come in were drunks who got into fights and people with cooking burns.

So far, it was a slow night with some drunks here and there and no cooking burns; people must be eating out instead of cooking.

You were admiring the Christmas tree the hospital set up in the waiting room when two men came in; one had an arm slung over the others shoulder while his other hand held a guide cane, "Foggy, I'm fine." the one with the cane said as they arrived at the check-in desk. "Matt, you're not okay. I found you on the floor of your apartment-" The man supposedly named Foggy whispered yelled as you cut him off. "Hello, how may I help you two today?" you asked them. "Yeah, hi, I uh was wondering if you could give my friend Matt here a check-up. He uh-" "Fell. I fell in the apartment and he thinks I got hurt." Matt said, cutting Foggy off. "Okay, follow me, and I'll make you sure you didn't bruise or sprain anything," you say to Matt, offering a soft smile to his friend, who looked angry but also nervous for his friend.

Matt denied the wheelchair you offered him, so Foggy helped him make his way to an exam room because he could not put his weight onto one of his legs; Matt sat down on the table "okay, um, ill be right outside, okay, Matt." Foggy said as he left the room, leaving you and Matt, "Okay, can you take your shirt off so I can check to make sure nothing happened to your shoulders and ribs." You requested, "Alright." He said, unbuttoning his white button-up, revealing his upper body.

As you were checking his shoulders for and sprains, you decided to make conversation with him so it'd be less awkward than just examing this poor man in silence, "So Matt, you got a last name?" You asked, moving your hands down more near his collarbone. "Murdock." He answered, not paying any mind to your desperate act of trying to make conversation because he didn't even want to be there in the emergency room at almost midnight on Christmas eve. "Alrighty, Matt Murdock I’m going to exam your ribs now, okay," "You're wasting your time; I'm fine." He uttered, and you sighed, "Listen, I know you don't want to be here, but your friend out there thinks you might've hurt yourself, so let me just finish up examing your ribs, and I'll let you go and just tell your friend you need pain killers and rest, okay?" You said continuing with the exam, and he didn't reply.

After a couple of seconds, Matt spoke up, "You know what, I never did get your name." He asked, "Y/N, my name is Y/N," you answered. "So Y/N, do you have any plans for Christmas?" "Nope, no plans. What about you?" You asked, moving your focus to his other side. "I have no plans either." He replied.

You were happy, to say the least, that he started talking to you, but your happiness soon faded when you touched a specific spot on his side, Matt flinched at the pain and you could tell something was wrong. "Matt, were you punched?" You asked, "Uh, yeah. I sorta got mugged; they probably thought I was an easier target because I'm blind." he responded, "Matt, you should've told me this earlier." you sighed, "I hoped you at least showed them whos boss." you joked, and Matt laughed "I managed to get a few hits in."

"Alright, Matt, you can put your shirt back on; you're not seriously hurt. You have a bruised side; I'm recommending you take ibuprofen and put ice on the area to relieve pain, and do not wrap anything tight around your ribs while they are healing." You recommended as Matt rebuttoned his shirt.

As you were about to leave the room, Matt spoke up, "Oh Y/N, if you're still not doing anything tomorrow for Christmas, would you like to come with me to dinner at the Panna II Garden in the East Village around six?" he asked, "Sure, I'd love to." you responded to him as you left the room.

Maybe working the night shift on Christmas eve wasn't such a bad thing.

#ao3 #fanfic #masterlist #matt murdock #daredevil #matthew murdock #x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #x gn reader #y/n

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober 2023

Day 10: Arguing like an old married couple [Reader x Levi Ackerman] {Attack on Titan}

Despite waking up to another day in the Scouting barracks, you were unreasonably excited. It wasn't every day that you got to go out riding without having to fight the Titans. But today was just a training day, horseback combat training for the newbies so they didn't injure the steeds and could learn to identify them from a distance.

Hange was already tormenting Levi in the kitchen by the time you made it there however. He was trying to cook, and she was just being chaos trying to grab a knife. You vaguely understood her shouting about experimenting on the Titans chained down outside, but with all the din from the yelling and echos it was hard to tell for sure.

"Hey!" You yelled, "Cool it before we have a Titan on our hands... again."

Hange folded her arms with a huff, "I just want the butcher knife to see how it holds up compared to our blades. Especially with your newbie's special ability."

"No means no Hange." Levi snorted, "And we don't need the cooking utensils contaminated with Titan blood."

"It evaporates though." You piped up, "Besides, with how much bleach you keep stashed in your room we could make the cleanest bomb in the history of man."

The salty, dagger-filled glare Levi hit you with could level empires, but you weren't phased in the slightest.

"You're just grumpy because I'm right." You stuck your tongue out, just plainly. No smile, "Also, you don't need that much batter for pancakes. We only have ten new people in the squads and training will be done long before lunch."

"I don't need your two cents on everything." He turned back to the skillet, "Besides, Pixus mentioned that one of the recruits is like a bottomless pit. So I'd rather be prepared."

"Uh-huh. And this has nothing to do with the fact that you realized the butter doesn't have as long a shelf life or anything?"

The spatula hit the pan a little harder than strictly necessary, "If someone hadn't gone and used the ice, we wouldn't have to worry about the butter's shelf life."

"If you would've listened to me and packed four days extra, we wouldn't have to worry about who used how much ice."

"At least I'm doing something about it!"

"Right, because making too many pancakes is the best solution for melted butter problems."

"It is when you consider how hot it's been lately."

"Says the guy who wants to train all hours of the day he isn't cleaning."

"We need to be prepared for any kind of possible attack." Levi huffed, "And a clean dwelling eliminates the possibility of illness in the squads."

You crossed your arms, shifting your hips, "There's a difference between clean and sanitized though. This isn't a hospital."

"Tell that to the men who come in every day with cuts and bruises."

"Will you two just get a room already!?" Hange blurted out, "I swear, you argue like an old married couple."

You and Levi looked at each other for a full minute. Oh right... you never did mention that the two of you were already...

A thing.

#x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin levi ackerman #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi x you #flufftober 2023

[ruiniel]

u know what, i'm gonna be a basic b and ask for the ever iconic it's way too cold outside so lets cuddle naked and pretend that we're not aroused trope for castlevania's alucard. gotta love some of that sweet sexual tension

Some classics are made to last and be retold, never worry! I wanted to practice some writing but was also tired so uh, took an alternate ending to a scene from an older Alucard x OFC fic that used the 'beauty and the beast' trope, changed a few things, and included your prompt. … I wouldn’t exactly call it cuddling, but gave it a dose of UST. A lot of setup, though, even some action before that. Hope you like it.

This is the continuation of Schemes (warning, major angstfest there). Schemes doesn't need to be read in order to get this one, but it sure would enhance the last scene here.

The title is part of the proverb Still waters run deep. It was just there.  

Still waters

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Relationship: Alucard x fem!reader

Characters: Alucard, Reader, Original Characters

Count: 4k

Rating: M (🔞)

Tags/CW: scholar!reader, brief depiction of illness, abuse, verbal abuse, violence, attempted murder, unresolved sexual tension, Alucard is Not nice in this, Though he still means well, OK he's *kind of nice*, explicit language, post Castlevania season III, POV Reader Character, Second Person POV, references to past emotional conflict, protectiveness

Summary: He frightened you that night... but you’d been so foolish. Taking a moment of weakness for something else, pushing when you shouldn’t have. Now here you are: alone, worn, having traveled along the first dusty path you found away from the woods, aiming to be as far from that castle as possible. You have but few belongings, save a valuable manuscript he’d once gifted you.

"And where would I go?" you asked with a newfound, raking sort of hurt pride, a wayward look of disbelief in your eyes.

"That is your concern, not mine," Alucard retorted tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Adrian—" you tried again, only to be cut off by a scalding look.

"You will regret ever setting foot here otherwise," he snapped at you, his words chopped and shaking.

Trembling like a leaf, you bit down the crippling misery that piled up your throat. "I already do," you spewed before turning on your heel and dashing out of his sight, sparing no glance back.

You shook your head wearily at the wretched, aching memory of that last encounter, and peered beyond the heavy wooden gates of the village you’d discovered in your path. You hoped someone was awake on the other side, waited for a few minutes. Nothing. You were about to knock again when a bell began its chiming chant, in reckoning of dawn. After the bell died your knuckles struck the wooden gate again.

"A’ight, ai’ght," a disgruntled elderly voice began from the other side. "Got a bad leg y'know," the voice went on, and the trap door opened level with your face. Suspicious old eyes found yours. "Your name and your business," the watchman demanded.

You gave him your name in your most steady voice, though it came harsh with disuse. "I am no more than a traveler, fatigued and in search of lodgings."

The distrustful air held, and the trap door was closed. A moment later the gate opened either way, as was the custom in some areas once daybreak hit.

"Traveling alone are ye?" the somewhat raggedy old man placed his hands on his hips, shamelessly eyeing you striding past. " ... I'd watch meself if I were you—" the watchman added, but the end of his sentence was lost on you, now too preoccupied with taking in the new view before you. It was a rather large settlement, not quite a town but far from being a hamlet. Wood and thicket houses lined the uncobbled streets, and tall wooden gates spread unevenly delimited different homesteads from one another. You noticed folk were already up and about, most garbed in similar thick linens and furs. There was a bustle of men and women of various ages heading into different directions to pursue the labors of the day.

"Pardon me," you swiftly asked one passing woman. "What is this place called?"

"Why ye find yerself in Bran," she replied hastily, rushing off before you had a chance to ask whether you could expect to find room and board of any kind. Bran. You had no notion of this place. Sleeping under the naked sky was not something you shied away from, and there was little doubt you’d resort to such again throughout your journey. But for now, well, now you needed a good long rest and a warm meal. And a batch of new memories, if possible.

You walked along the main street, eyes searching for anything which may have constituted an inn. Mud and dirt clung to your boots and the hem of your cloak, gathered along the wet road drenched in nightly rains. You sighed, shouldering the satchel containing your few belongings.

Morning, midday and afternoon passed with little commotion and no success in finding a place to stay. You felt all the more despondent, though the reason had little to do with your uncertain options for the night.

You felt empty and a little lost, in more ways than one. Something was missing, and it was not unlike an invisible string puppeteering your thoughts; they ever returned to him. You wanted to forget, but no doubt that would take time. You wanted his callous words to stop striking dents into your mind. What was causing the most distress was the way his merciless distrust had slammed into you, and during moments you could not erase from your mind however much you tried.

You regarded the bleak day, strewn with impending grey clouds looming in the distance, wondering whether he was well, whether he was at all regretful for how it all spiralled down between you. After all, he did have a human side, supposedly. You may have taken a wrong step, and as time wore on, the stronger this conviction became. But your head had been full, of both wine and him and a ruthless desire you could not rein. No use regretting it now.

Soon, there was commotion around you as you reached the village marketplace. There were various merchants selling leathers, metalwork and wooden carvings among others and there was even a stand laden with smoked meats. There was plenty of mud here as well, giving the gathering a rather splattered appearance. You also saw chickens, goats and pigs put up for sale.

You waded through the crowd, considering spending coin on whatever nourishment you could find, when a wail was heard from without. The sounds were inhuman to your ears, closer to screeches than anything. 

You approached the curious crowd that had gathered, and craning your neck to see better, you noticed a young girl, writhing on the ground. Her body was contorting in strange positions. She looked to be in her early youth, and was a sorry state. Her eyes were rolled over so the bare whites were visible, and she was uttering sounds that would have caused a night creature to flee. An older woman was on her knees and attempting to keep her flailing arms at bay.

"Witchery..." you heard the word whispered by more than one. "The devil has her, she is under its spell again," another was saying.

You sighed in annoyance, shouldering your way between them. That is no spell.

You’d seen this condition before, during your studies. It was an affliction of the mind and body, leaving one too weakened and unable to perform tasks as others would. The older woman was desperately trying to soothe the girl, now foaming at the mouth, even as you came before them and lowered yourself beside them. "Hold her jaw," you said. "I am a... healer," you offered by way of greeting, at which point the woman's eyes widened. She did as was asked.

"She must not bite her tongue," you told the frantic woman, moving the girl before pressing two fingers to a specific spot along the side of her neck. The struggling soon ceased, and her arms and legs became slack, her eyes closed.

You caught the gaze of the older woman.

"It usually takes me much longer to still her," she said, her eyes full of worry and gratitude. "I have never seen anyone achieve what you have done."

"Your child has an ailment, one she will bear if properly tended," you leaned in closer. "And it has nothing to do with God or the Devil," you whispered, looking to the somewhat wary crowd. People had begun to disperse and go about their business.

"Well, whatever it is, I am in your debt." She lowered her head.

"Let there be no debt, I do not do this for recompense."

"I am Rafilae, and this is my daughter, Maria," the woman looked to the girl now nestled in her arms. "I have a cottage at the other end of our village, and though we have no wealth to speak of, I would still wish to repay you, somehow. Come, I think we have enough food to share for tonight, and you look to be in need of rest yourself."

You could do little to deny that. You were tired, you were hungry. "If that would not be too much trouble..."  you said, with little conviction.

"Bah, no trouble at all. I'll explain all to my man. Now come," Rafilae urged, and having nothing else to do nor indeed anywhere to go, you heeded.

A cloaked figure watched you depart but did not follow, instead fading amid the crowd of the bustling market.

Evening found you seated on the ground at a wooden table in a small thatched roof hut, a steaming dish of root vegetable broth set before you. You were joined by your new acquaintances and hosts, both of whom seemed wholesome, hardworking people. Rafilae's husband Rufus had been an amenable man, and all the happier when he heard of the aid you provided. Maria lay on a bed of hay not too far away, joined by her brothers and sisters, having regained herself in the meantime.

They asked of your purpose in Wallachia, of your own lands. They were curious people, but you were at a point where you craved and welcomed the openness of human contact. You kept most of your trials to yourself, placing forward the idea that you were a traveling healer. You then instructed the couple on a few techniques to help their daughter and spoke of the condition she bore. These simple folk were looking rather incredulously at you, still somewhat unable to believe their child was not possessed by any forces of evil. It was during this conversation that a vicious knock sounded at the door of the hut.

"Rather late for visitors," Rufus said with narrowed eyes.

All conversation ceased, and the man rose, taking a heavy pitchfork in hand. You rose as well and peered outside to catch glimpse of the intruder. Your eyes widened at the sight.

Six figures, all armed and dressed in robes of black and gold were planted before the homestead.

One of them pointed a long, dirty finger at you. "That one."

Rufus went to stand as a shield before you and his wife, grasping the pitchfork firmly in his hand.

"The Lord's Horde," Rafilae placed her hand to her mouth, while you were suddenly looking about them for any possible ways of escape. Yes, you remembered their kind. You recalled the etchings of their garb and the ruthless dogmatism which drove them to blind murder. It was their kind who chased you that rainy day, whom you barely escaped; who led you to...

"Are you certain?" one of the robed men asked.

"As I live and breathe," came the confirmation. "That’s the witch Denes and the others caught in Rusi. When I saw her in the market today in the commotion I could not believe my eyes. She drew out the devil from one, so there's further proof." His voice dripped loathing. "I never thought she would dare show her face around these parts after what she did."

"What is the meaning of this?" Rufus demanded.

The second man who’d spoken neared. He clasped his hands together in his faded robe, his air one of distinction. He had a long dark beard and wore a faded black prior's cap on his short cropped hair. "You host a witch in your midst."

You scoffed, though inside you quaked. Not again, not again. 

The man continued his case. "She is responsible for the deaths of men in our brotherhood who tried to capture her near Rusi. We never saw them again."

"I am no witch!" You seethed, looking pleadingly to Rufus and his wife.

Rufus did not seem convinced either. "Do you have proof of this?" he looked back to the prior.

The prior frowned, his cold eyes gaining a mad glimmer. "You know our cause. You know we will fight for the Lord with all that we are, and against anyone who stands in the way of His justice," he looked pointedly at Rufus. "I would entreat you not to interfere with God's work, lest you are prepared to face the consequences."

The man briefly took in the various sharp weapons the others wielded. Their gazes were cold and there was the same spark of maddened devotion in their eyes.

The children had appeared at the entrance, curious and wide-eyed. You sighed upon seeing them, lowering your head.

"No," you placed a hand on the man's shoulder, then regarded the prior icily. "I will go freely." You looked to Rafilae, who was wringing her hands. "Thank you for your aid." Then swiftly you retrieved your satchel, and hands were on your shoulders, and you were dragged away before the startled eyes of the family who'd shown you kindness. It is true, everything does go in cycles the thought crossed your mind.

"What will you do to me?" you dared ask as one of the men pulled your hands to bind them. You struggled in vain, but the man forcibly revealed your wrist, still bearing marks from the incubus attack weeks ago.

"Further proof, prior Horvath," and all gasped when they saw the reddened scars as he forcibly brought your wrist upward. "Cavorting with vampires also, no doubt."

The one called Horvath sneered, his dark eyes set on your livid expression. "We take her to the river," then his smile turned vicious. "You do what you will with her." The others grinned, looking at each other. "Throw her body in when done."

"No, please," you tried reason, struggling as the bonds were tightened. "I bear nothing but knowledge, and have no skill nor anything to do with the dark arts!"

"Silence!" the prior boomed, features contorting. He thrust his face close to yours, taking a fistful of your hair and pulling so harshly you screeched in pain. "Where are our brethren then, hmm? There is nothing you can say or do to make me believe you, wench, save for their safe return. And even then," he gripped harder, causing your eyes to water. "You are still a filthy servant of the Enemy." He released you, and bid them march ahead with you dragged in tow.

As you left the village behind, you were trying to come to terms with the fact that life was apparently not on your side. None dared intervene and there were few people out and about since evening had fallen. All feared the darkness and what lurked beyond it, and rightfully so. The tall woods soon swallowed the group, and two captors lit torches.

When you heard the murmur of water nearby, you swallowed. They must have neared the river. You looked left and right, seeing nothing but gloom. They’d taken your satchel away, reverently saying its contents were destined to be burned.

Then you were being dragged by two of them, struggling and panting, towards the steep edge where the river thrashed below. Your legs flailed, and a powerful strike ended your wailing. You saw stars.

"Pin her down," one said, and they were about to do just that, when something hissed past them.

You saw nothing in the dark, save for the torch fallen to the forest bed. You heard groans and muffled cries as bodies fell to the ground.

You rose swiftly to your knees, trying to rip the bonds with your teeth to no avail, fumbling onto the ground, looking for the satchel. You stared about yourself, for whatever was happening lit by the weak light of the fallen torches.

A tall figure faced the prior.

It all happened too fast. You were being dragged by the hair, caught in an armlock that had you choking. The prior stood alone, and spilled blood rose warm in the air. He was ever pacing back towards the cliff, and the river below, with you struggling in his grip.

"Stay back!" he cried, brandishing a long knife even as his opponent stepped ever closer. 

"Release your captive," the presence commanded, aiming his weapon at the prior's chest.

The voice. That voice.

"What?!"

"Release your captive, then jump," the voice repeated calmly as the blade swished through the air, glinting eerily. "And you may survive the river. I will count to three, at which point your heart will be pierced by my blade. Your decision," he offered as the prior kept looking back towards the gaping nothingness, then to the catlike gaze of the stranger.

True to his word, he began his count. 

"Are you mad?! Your witch will perish too, you fucking beast, because if I go, she goes with me."

If you didn’t know better, you thought you’d heard a growl. 

"Here, if you want her so badly, she’s all yours—” 

You gasped as you were forcefully flung into darkness, deafened by your own startled cry, by another short, agonized gurgle.

And then, pins and needles, and the cold numbed all.

Pain. Everywhere and nowhere; too hot, but then too cold. You opened your eyes to what seemed like pale daylight sifting through a window, closed them again. 

Am I alive?

The capture, the darkness, the river, all came crashing down in waves of memories, and a violent quiver shook your frame. You were strewn on something softer than a forest bed. You opened your eyes anew, saw nary a movement, and felt something warm pressed to your forehead. A palm. You shivered, shivered, shivered, before losing consciousness again.

Must it be so cold everywhere? Everything hurt. As you stared blearily along your arm, you felt the bruises forming there. And then, a change: warmth at your back, much needed heat enveloping you. Pleasant and alive, and before you understood—or cared—what it was, you pressed closer. Something locked around your waist.

"You fidget," and despite the ache, the warm breath against your neck sent a different shiver down your body.

This was not actually happening. You were caught in some feverish dream, dying on the stony banks of the river.

"...where… you…"

"Don’t try to speak. Rest."

"...came for me? But how…"

An exasperated sigh. "My senses. I know your scent."

At any other time, those words might have had your heart soaring and mind reeling, but now you were too numb for even the infatuation which, even in delirium, apparently wouldn’t loosen its hold.

"You struck the waters before I reached you,"  Adrian went on in that soft voice, though its tone was rather clinical.

Yes, you struggled to remember. He did arrive, it had been him. Right before…

It was then you noticed something mortifying—you were bare under the covers, and the warmth against your back was skin. 

As if reading your thoughts, Adrian spoke again. "You were in shock when I retrieved you from the water. The medicine supplies here were mostly destroyed during the siege on the castle," he said, and you realized that what was closed around you was his arm; his bare arm, and your back was pressed to his chest. You were too tired to move, too gutted to speak. Last time you attempted closeness, he all but cast you out of the castle and now, now…

If only you had the strength to be angry.

"The heating system no longer works since then, and I had no firewood, and your condition was fastly worsening. I had no choice," he spoke again.

And the way he said the last words was killing you; like you were a chore, and a disturbance. 

Still, he… he was there.

"...I see…" you managed, feeling him warm but stiff as you lay unmoving on your side. You wished you could scream, demand an apology for his denial and his distrustful, unjust words during that last encounter but then—he saved your life.

"Why?" you croaked, staring out the window, where clouds darkened the sky above the forest.

"I told you not to speak."

"Why did you do it?" you asked stubbornly, feeling the arm tighten around your waist in an uncontrolled jerk of movement. "Why did you go through the trouble of dragging me from their clutches when you demanded I left in the first place."

"I demanded you left, but never wanted you to come to harm."

You closed your eyes. "You called me a liar." He could be so goddamn infuriating. Never a straight answer, but his warmth seeping into you felt so good it made you drowsy, and the most primal side of you felt it seeping within, lacing pleasure to pain.

Silence. You wondered if you’d finally reached him, or if it was the guilt at his past conduct that drove him to this. You could not help remembering the way he held you then, the desperate longing in his kiss, the heat rising between you as he crushed you closer—a heat not unlike the one burning you now; you no longer shivered from the cold, but were loath to tell him.

Damn you. Damn him.

His chest rose in a sigh against your naked back. "There are things you do not know. About me. I…"

You couldn’t be more bewildered if you saw a pig on white wings flying towards the sun. Adrian, being honest and straightforward? Still, you did not hedge him. Let him struggle, the petty side of you urged, the other melting with desperation and love.

"My trust was broken before," he finally said, and you waited, but Adrian added nothing else.

Still. "I did not know," you said, staring out the window. 

"I realized that. After," and for the first time, you sensed a sliver of remorse in his tone. Not an apology, but, for now, all else considered, it would do. This was not the way things went in your lustful dreams of him from before; aching all over, unable to move. 

"How do you feel?"

You swallowed. "Warm."

A pause. You’d half expected him to rise and leave, but nothing happened.

"Good," he said. He felt warmer, or maybe it was a slight of the imagination. And then, "I do not think you a liar."

You still felt resent at the memory, but on impulse, your hand reached, pressed over his own that was splayed over your abdomen. Your fingers slipped between his; he did not withdraw. 

"Please," you heard then, and the whisper held something ragged in it, and you became aware of a hardness against you, just like… like that first time you threw yourself at him like a fool with your head full of wine and body thrumming with desire.

You said nothing else, become aware of the risen heartbeat against your spine. And suddenly you wondered, and suddenly you understood. 

"Did you bring me back to cast me away again once I’m better? Will you reprise that humiliation?" You could not help it, though his words on trust haunted you already, as many of his past actions gained a new, horrible sense.

"No." It sounded pained on its own; you let it be.

You lay in silence, aware you could not even move if you tried to turn and face him, to see his eyes, to feel him closer, to tell him. "I will wait for you, Adrian," you said either way, and never heard his answer as exhausted sleep claimed you.

MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES x READER

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[sigyns-drafts]

If it's okay can I please ask for Poseidon with

Kianna komori like say he meets her during Ragnarok and he catches feelings for her

But how would he react to her avoiding him only because she thinks he wants her dead that's why she makes it her personal mission to never be alone with him because she simply doesn't know what he wants and she thinks he wants her dead

But she does have feelings for him but she's putting those aside for her life

By the way she is an OC of mine you can message me about the info about her and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

A/N: Of course @nunezs-stuff I'll gladly write a little something for you, Thank you so much for the request!! <3

Secret crushes and seashells 🐚💕

➩ One day Poseidon the god of the sea himself, saw a woman named Kianna komori and felt feelings he had never felt before. So what is he in for when he constantly tries to win her trust but Kianna keeps rejecting him, wonder why that is~

➩ Reader type: Oc x Poseidon

⚠: Wholesome and romantic fluff, cliffhanger, consistent efforts in trying to gain someone's trust and later love, secret crushes, relationship building.

In the midst of the final battle between man and god, Poseidon, the mighty god of the sea, found himself captivated by what he assumes is a mortal woman named Kianna Komori.

Kianna, with her yellow eyes that shimmered like sunlight on the ocean waves and her short brown hair, flowed elegantly as the winds hit her.

Coming directly from the chaos down below on the battlefield like a fleeting dream.

Despite the impending clash between their respective worlds, Poseidon's heart, normally indifferent to mortal affairs, began to stir with unfamiliar emotions.

He observed Kianna from a distance, drawn to the way she observed the chaos and later walked off once the fight was over.

Her movements full with a grace that rivalled the dance of ocean currents.

However, Kianna, aware of the grim reputation of the gods and the cold, imposing demeanour of Poseidon, assumed he harboured ill intentions.

Misinterpreting his divine fascination as a desire to harm her, she actively avoided him, ensuring she was never alone with the god of the sea.

Her fear, fueled by tales of divine wrath and relentless power, drove her to keep a safe distance.

Unphased by her avoidance, Poseidon saw it as a challenge. Determined to unravel the mystery behind Kianna's reluctance, he took every chance he could to approach her.

Poseidon sought her out often during breaks, offering gifts of seashells, jewellery that glowed with ethereal beauty and sharing moments of respite in the quieter corners of the war-torn landscape.

"T-They're all beautiful, Lord Poseidon.."

Kianna found herself speechless as she admired the gifts she had been handed.

"It's also a token that you can trust me, Kianna. I'm not as cruel as people make me out to be."

"Hm.. How can I be so certain?"

"I- well..it's coming for me personally..!"

Each attempt to win her trust became a delicate yet frustrating dance between the two beings.

Poseidon, not accustomed to the vulnerability that came with affection, found himself increasingly invested in breaking down Kianna's walls.

One day he decided to take her to places untouched by the raging conflict, a place more luxurious and revealing the beauty of the halls only accessible for the gods.

The air was filled with tension as Poseidon with his piercing blue eyes locked onto Kianna's yellow shining ones for a moment.

They were just watching the fight in silence and unbeknownst to him.

Kianna's heart stirred with unfamiliar emotions as well.

"Kianna, is it not a marvel to witness the clash of gods and men?"

Kianna glanced around nervously, breaking the eye contact they had.

She wasn't used to these surroundings, afraid the other gods might see her.

"Uh, yeah, sure..It's something."

Poseidon, sensing her unease, softened his demeanour.

"Don't be afraid Kianna, no one will harm you for being here. You're safe!"

Kianna looks over at Poseidon slowly, keeping her composer.

She couldn't help but feel herself warm up whenever those blue piercing eyes stared right through her soul.

"Really? How are you so sure.."

"No one can as long as I am here. After all, you're my guest. In fact, I find myself quite drawn to your unique spirit.."

Kianna, keeping her distance, eyed him sceptically, her cheeks were finally giving away her true feelings.

"Drawn to me? You, a god? What's the catch?"

Poseidon starts smirking slightly as he notices her changing appearance.

"No catch, my dear. Just a god who appreciates the beauty found in unexpected places."

Despite his attempts at charm, Kianna remained wary.

"Look, Poseidon, I appreciate everything.. The gifts and being your guest and all!"

"Oh..?"

"But you're not exactly known for being warm and fuzzy.."

Poseidon, taken aback her mind when it came to this still hadn't changes, tried to explain himself

"Well, this is going to sound cheesy but you're the one who makes me the opposite of that..Kianna"

"H-Huh..what do you mean?!"

"I am not as cold as the sea may appear. Give me a chance to prove it to you.."

Kianna, truly convinced, wanted to let him, she wanted to let him prove it but continued evading him.

"I'll pass on that..I'd rather not end up as fish food or something when I have a life to focus on.."

Poseidon, undeterred, persisted in pursuing her. He couldn't give up when they had gotten so far!

"Kianna, I assure you, I harbour no ill intentions towards you. Not to anyone!"

Kianna, still unsure, shot him a loving glance, finally giving in to her hidden feelings. Smiling nervously to herself.

Kianna sighs, trying to cover up her face with her hand as she looks over at him.

"I don't know, but I'll give you a chance my Lord, I suppose you deserve it after everything hehe!"

#writing #fluff #romantic fluff #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #cannon x oc #ror poseidon

[whysamwhy123]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by the wonderful dynamic duo that is @aerodaltonimperial and @perhapswhoknowsvamp and it's very fitting that those two lovely people tagged me because they're a big reason why I wrote much of anything this year! Took me a while to get this done because I wanted to get my last fic of the year out the door first. I'll put the rest below the cut, and fair warning - it's loooooong. This bitch doesn't shut up, so I rambled on. A lot.

Words and Fics

76, 222 words published on AO3 in 2023

15 fics published on AO3 (16 if you count that one kinkmeme prompt I filled and posted anonymously)

2 little tumblr ficlets

Top 3 by Kudos

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen (not super surprising, considering it was a popular pairing at the time, and it was the fic I wrote for the anniversary event)

Kids These Days And Their Darn Phones - Hookhausen

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (I continue to be incredibly surprised how well this fic did, like...huh?!)

Top 3 by Hits

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen

Voice in the Dark, Part Two - Hookhausen (how fitting, LOL)

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (Seriously, what was it about this fic that drew people in? More so than any of my other OrangeHook fics? Like, I'm grateful and all but also confused, like this fic is way too long?! And weird about the age difference?!)

Author's Favourite

As much as I'm loving writing OrangeHook now, I think Voice in the Dark, Part Two is probably the best thing I've written? Even though it's also overly long and gets weird at the end (very much did not expect it to go in that direction when I started writing it), I'm actually pretty proud of how that one turned out. I had a clear vision in my head for how each scene would play out and what I wanted to get across, and man, I remember how most of the Hook/Evilhausen dialogue popped into my brain late one night when I couldn't sleep, so I spat it out into a doc and then about a month later when I actually wrote the scene, I don't think I changed a single word? I just added everything else around it, all the not-dialogue parts. And it was just a lot of fun getting to carry on that story, especially as someone who hasn't managed to crank out a proper multi-chapter fic yet. Who knows, maybe I'll return to that world someday...

Fandom Events in 2023

Uh, well, I guess I did the whole Hookhausen Anniversary thing? And...that's about it. I'm pretty disconnected from the fandom at large, whoopsie daisy 😬

Upcoming Projects

Hoo boy.

I have over 5k words of a Ricky/Christian Sugar Baby AU thing written already. I haven't posted it because it kinda needs some smut and that's still not something I can really do. I might post it someday, if I can make something work, or alternatively do what I normally do and put an annoying fade to black in there. Or maybe I'll think better of it and never post it because it's very self-indulgent and I highly doubt anyone else would really be interested or want me to continue it or anything. But I have Ideas for it...so many ideas...

Also, in my ill-fated quest to try and make myself write smut, I kinda started a Ricky/Bill championship celebration fic. Maybe I'll revisit that? Try to get it done?

And then there's that one fic I really want to work on, but have barely started. I've vague-posted about it here before - it's an incredibly fucked-up Dead Dove fic about Daniel Garcia and a Very Bad, Not-Good thing that happens to him, and the subsequent complete mental breakdown that follows. I've had the idea rattling around in my brain for the better part of a year at this point, despite not making much actual progress on it. Every time I think about it though, I have new ideas for scenes or dialogue. I'd like to make it work, but I don't know if I have the writing chops to handle it, plus it would probably end up being super long and nobody would want to read it, so it'd feel like a huge waste of time on my part? And I've had the idea for so long, it's out-dated too. But still, the urge remains...

Oh, and I still have a ton of OrangeHook ideas I'd like to make happen. Some are, of course, about their age difference. Some would (ideally) involve smut. And others... *nervous laughter* Others would likely result in an ''Everyone disliked that'' situation...

Writing Reflection

I was thinking about making a sappy post about this and whoops, here's my excuse! I don't talk a lot on here about my tragic backstory because honestly, who cares? But I will say this - before January of this year, I hadn't written a word of anything in years. Fic or otherwise. I used to love writing, but Stuff Happened and it killed all enjoyment I got out of it, and I thought that's how it would be forever. Then, for reasons I can't even remember, I started reading fic again, specifically in this wild little fandom of ours, and y'all are just so talented that it made my untalented ass want to give it another shot. So...I did.

I remember when I posted my first fic in ages back in January, I thought ''Maybe about three people will read this and no one will leave a comment or anything, but whatever, I wrote a thing and that's something I haven't done in years so that's enough for me!'' And to be honest, I still think that whenever I post stuff now? It's crazy to me that anyone actually reads my stuff and gets some kind of kick out of it. But every kudos and comment floors me and brings me so much joy, I can't even express it properly. I have to say a huge thank you to anyone who's ever read one of my fics, left kudos or dropped a comment. Whoever and wherever you are, you made my day!

And look, I ain't delusional. I know that calling myself a small fish in the fandom would be too generous. But I'm fine with that - because I'm genuinely enjoying writing again and that's what matters most to me. Even though I've also rediscovered how stressful writing can be (🙂🙂🙂) when it comes down to it, there's joy and happiness in my life that wasn't there last year and that's all because I started writing again. And because some lovely folks here decided to let me know they liked what I was throwing out there. The years have not been kind to ol' Sammy Sam-Sam and this year was no exception, but getting to forget about all that shit and write my silly little wrestling fanfiction has been a great distraction and a comfort through this whole year.

So...yeah. Thanks to everyone who's ever commented on my writing, thanks to the folks who follow me on here (I don't know how you manage that though, I'm such an annoying bitch, aren't you sick of me yet?) and thanks to anyone who I've had the chance to chat with about writing and ships and whatever silly little ideas pop into my head (any of y'all feel free to message me at any time, I am always down to blab about whatever blorbos/ideas take your fancy). I'm hoping I can keep this train a-rollin' a little more next year. Still thinking back to when I started writing again, I made my new AO3 account expecting to write Dustjim only, but then I quickly decided I couldn't write those two well enough, and since then I've bounced around a bunch of different pairings, with a few rarepairs shoved in between for good measure. God only knows where my head will be at this time next year, LOL. I'd love to finally be able to attempt some of the bigger ideas I've been cooking up for a while now. Maybe I'll even write a proper multi-chapter fic? We'll see, but this bitch can dream, at least.

Rules:

Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm pretty sure everyone I know who writes has already been tagged? So if you're reading this and you haven't, go ahead and do it! By which I mean, eat glass. Eat all the glass that you want. Accidents happen in the dark.

#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write #Also you really need to learn to shut up dude #This bitch went onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn and on #But it was kinda fun reflecting on The Year I Got Back Into Writing #It's been fun yo #Who knows what this next year will bring??

[artzychic27]

I bring Clone High au quotes! Some from the shows, others not!

Max: Ooh! They have pens on strings now! What a world!

—

Zoé: Psst, Cosette. *Raising and lowering her eyebrows* Should we ditch this fool?

Cosette: *Raising and lowering their eyebrows* I dunno. The guy’s simpin’ hard.

Zoé: We can listen to him, OR, we can listen to Clara Nightingale

Cosette: I’m game. Side note? Your eyebrow language is like… SO on point. 😏

Zoé: 😊

—

Mireille: Ivan, how do you stay so chill?

Ivan: I just channel my anxiety into something more productive, like poems for sick children.

*Meanwhile, a child is in the fetal position after reading one of Ivan’s darker poems*

—

Nino: I have eyes, you know. They’re right under my eyebrows!

—

Kim: No, no, no! Like this! ‘For-er suppah, I-er a, want a party plattah!’

—

Marinette: *Sighs* My old thinking dock… Why is it so dangerously high?

Marc: Climate change.

Marinette: So that was real? Hmm. What are you doing out here at the thinking docks, Marc?

Marc: Oh, I’m just trying to get better at being more insightful, be more like the Marc I’m cloned from.

Marinette: Seems to me there’s not telling what to think these days. You know, normally, I’d check in with my friend, Sacqueline at times like this. I think she’s been avoiding me.

*Cut to Sacqueline still cryogenically frozen*

—

Juleka: Jean, do you know the story of Juleka the Countess?

Jean: Oh yeah, I’ve seen a movie about it on tv. She was like sixteen, right? And then people started accusing her of being some demon vampire becuase girls who always went into her castle never came out, but the truth is that they were lesbians escaping marriage to men through her resources, but then at the end, she got burned to a crisp because people thought she was a demon vampire. Pretty good, I give it a thumbs up.

Juleka: … Basically. See, I’ve never been able to live up to her, and that’s why, instead, I became a cynical angst-ridden goth girl.

—

Austin Q: I’m gonna nail ya! *Holds up a nail gun* With this nail gun! That’s in my pants!

Austin B: No! Don’t put it in your pants! *Looks away, but starts recording*

—

Adrien: I have the DNA of Mayor Adrien Agreste, solving disputes is in my nature- *Denise punches Louis in the face* Now, why don’t we all take a deep breath-

Denise: *Kicks Louis in between the legs* How ya like that berry blast?!

—

Jean: Do you mind?! Some of us are trying to make out with Austin the Great here... Or should I say Austin the fiiiiiine.

—

Chloé: Yes! It’ll be as easy as getting with murder!… I assume.

—

Max: What would the real Nathaniel Kurtzberg have done?

Nathaniel: He would have high tailed it out of that camp and hopped a boat. Then he would have died of a heart attack in his 60s. But what are the chances of that happening again? Hehe.

Max: Thirty-eight percent.

—

Cosette: If there's one thing the OG Cosette Bellamy and I stand for, its revenge.

—

Marinette: Why don't you just take the tissues out and it'll fall off?

Chloé: *Gasps* You signed a nondisclosure agreement! I hope you have good lawyers, because I'm gonna sue your hand-me-down pants off, creature trash!

Ismael: Girls, girls, girls! You're both human beings. You both put your bras on one-leg-at-a-time.

—

Simon: Hey, take a hit, relax! God's message can be a total trip. But you know you gotta do what he tells you, because God has a plan for all of us… A painful, painful plan…

—

Mme. Mendeleiv: I first got the idea for Cloney Island after seeing the movie Jurassic Park 3. But my ill-conceived amusement park will be filled with human clones instead of zoo animals. It's as fool-proof as the amusement park in the movie itself!

—

Rose: I like your funny words, magic man!

—

Nathaniel: *on phone* Sometimes I just turn the lights off in my room and cry.

Nino: I'm sorry, uh, Nath, could you speak up?

Nathaniel: The only way I can cling to my sanity is that nobody knows how lonely I truly am.

Nino: *To crowd at party, snickering* He's sad...

Crowd: *Laughs*

Nino: It's hilarious!

Nathaniel: Wait, am I on speakerphone?!

Nino: Hey, would Nino put somebody on speakerphone?

Crowd: NO!

Nathaniel: This is Nino, how could you? *begins to tear up and his lower lip begins to quiver*

Nino: Hey man, Nino’s anti-violence, not anti-comedy. *Hangs up* Feels good to help people.

—

Kim: Gay foster dads, do you mind if I watch Will & Grace with you?

—

Chloé: Ugh. I almost made out with Aurore? Uh, hot.

—

Lila: Do you know what my real name is? *Whispers to Rose* Lila Rossi.

Rose: Cool!

Lila: Not. Cool.

—

Zoé: *Standing on Marc’s shoulders as he skateboards down a slanted road* Shred, Marc! Shred!

Marc: *His eyebrows pop off and try to inch away* Where do you think you’re going, eyebrows? *His eyebrows slink back and reattach themselves to his face*

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #science kids #akuma class #clone high #ml incorrect quotes #clone high au #clone high quotes

[aliypop]

That's Alright for Such a Night (Rewrite 1)

Word Count: 1,816

Writers Note: A rewrite to the original, I realized I had wanted to expand on the story again

Warning: mostly fluff / Historic Language and Values

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: During the Louisiana Hayride two breakout stars meet in a rush only to learn they've dealt their cards in the hands of fate.

Chapter 2

Lousiana 1954

"Mrs.Valmos... She'll be fine." Midge said, pulling out equipment from her boss's car. 

"This isn't like from when she was 12 singing jazz..." Denise sighed, watching Cheryl Midge's "friend" pull out a White Falcone guitar, 

"Careful with that!" Denise rubbed her temples. 

"Are you always this uptight..." Cheryl grumbled at the other woman.

"Cheryl!" Midge groaned as she hit her in the arm.

"Are you always so... ill-mannered." Denise scoffed. Cherly rolled her eyes, watching the woman before she walked off to smoke her cigar, fixing her tie as she gave Midge a troubled look.

"Midge..." Denise said as she gave Cheryl the side eye.

"Yes, Mrs. Valmos,"

"I'm going to talk to the promoters, and while I do that..." Denise began to trail off, feeling some odd looks geared her way. " Keep an eye out on Cecelia..."

"I'm not a babysitter-" Midge groaned,

"Which ones gone?" Cheryl asked, walking back towards Midge.

"What do you mean which fucking one!?!" 

The back of the stage was massive, with the hustle and bustle of stagehands moving equipment and groups rehearsing in each corner. It made almost anyone feel like they made it to the big leagues. At least, that's what everyone thought, especially Cecelia Shanel Valmos, a 19-year-old North Carolinian black girl. Sure, she had been performing with her mother since she was a little girl, but now Cecelia was 19 and old enough to understand the business, the way of the world,

"Oh, are you lost, girl? The theatre cleaning staff went that way." A blonde white girl said, her voice dripping with laughter and sarcasm.

"No, I'm not lost. I'm actually performing to-"

"Did you hear that she thinks she got a chance!" The girl laughed, 

"Oh, you silly monkey, you... Negro day was last-"

"Night..." Cecelia scoffed, trying to finish her sentence.

"Who do you even think you are, girl...."

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos." Cecelia said, hands on the waist of her pink Chanel evening gown. "The daughter of Denise Valmos," the other girls soon laughed as Cecelia's face fumed with anger, 

"Oh, I get it... the underprivileged colored section is over there." The other girl pointed at Cecelia. 

Cecelia's face frowned as she ran off. She had never been so embarrassed, humiliated, dehumanized even, except for in this moment right now, and it reminded her that even in this world, no one would take her seriously.

"E.P., you ready yet ..."

"Just u-uh... combin' my hair!" he sighed. Elvis Presley, the guy hiding in the bathroom for God, didn't even know how long. In reality, he was trying to get rid of his stage fright. Something that no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get rid of. 

 "Well, we're just gonna wait outside for ya!"

"You fella's go do that." 

If he didn't have a guitar strapped to his back, he'd have snuck out the window, run back to Lauderdale Court, and hide under his bed, or worse, thrown up on his specially-made Beale Street suit.

 "Come on, you just sang at The Eagles Nest last night..."He took a deep breath, 

"We're gonna go out there, sing to those folks, and make somethin of this," he said, trying to pep himself up. 

Elvis took one more deep and final breath and one last look in the mirror as he walked out of the bathroom. Elvis felt someone run into him. Catching each other. Before the other person fell, 

"Hey, are you okay,"

 Time stood still as Cecelia stood paralyzed by his hypnotic, captivating blue eyes, 

The man was beautiful, and her heart was pounding in her ears. 

Angels had been playing melodic melodies. The only thing she could say was.

"Wow..."

"Wow yourself, mama..." he winked at her as she giggled.

Elvis could feel his temperature rising to 109 when he looked into her hazel and saw her beautiful smile. He had to admit it might have been the first time he could say he was all shook up by a girl,

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to bump into you. I didn't see you." Cecelia took a deep breath as she looked down at her shoes. 

"I should be sorry. I've got a big ass guitar on my back." Elvis laughed,

She was beautiful with her hair pulled back. And her smile.Her kissable red lips and- No, he couldn't think of her like that. He already had a girl back in Memphis. Besides, he didn't even know her name, or if she had a guy, a secret gal, or if she was interested in him!

"Say, what's your name, darlin..." he asked as she was surprised. Could it be a nice person finally on this good fall night? 

"Depends on who's askin daddy-o." she winked as he smirked, finally a rockin' chick, and he could tell by how she carried that compliment. 

" Elvis Aaron Presley." he stuck out his hand,

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos," she stuck out her hand and shook his,

"Nice to meet ya, Cece."

"You too-"

 "You forgot your guitar!" Midge shouted, out of breath, "And if Denise found out, she'd kill you."

"As in Denise Valmos... The jazz singer..." Elvis asked

"That's me," Cecelia said as she watched Elvis take hold of her hand and kiss it.

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

"I'm in the presence of music royalty."

 Midge watched the two interact. It was as if they were each other's forbidden fruit that the other didn't think they could have. 

"Oh, me! No..." she laughed, 

"Well, my mama has all your mama's records an-"

"E, we're on!"

"Oh shit... I mean, shoot, I mean, I -I- don't know what the hell I mean!"

"You'll do great!" she shouted to him, waving as she'd soon be on the same stage after him. A little swoon left her lips as she watched him walk off. Little did she know that she'd make him do the same thing

"Who's the dreamboat..." Midge smirked,

"What dreamboat?" Cecelia said the two walking to get her into place.

"The one you were talking to." Midge looked at her, "Tall, dark, and handsome if you like men." she whispered,

"He's a friend... I guess..."

"A friend today, an obsession tomorrow." Midge laughed and mumbled.

"Just a few weeks ago, a young man from Memphis, Tennessee, recorded a song on the Sun label."

Cecelia peeped from behind, stage right. Elvis looked like he was shaking like a leaf in his pants. 

"Uh uh, no Cece..." Midge sighed. She knew that look on her face. It was her overtly cocky face, her I'm going to impress him face.

"I'm not gonna do anything stupid," Cecelia mumbled as Midge glared at her. 

 " He is only nineteen years old. He has a new, distinctive style. Elvis Presley."

Elvis would have disappeared into himself that night with how scared he was. His heart was now in his ears and migrating to his ass in pure terror. No one told him there would've been an interview, too!

"Let's give him a hand. Elvis, how are you this evening?"

"Just fine. How're you, sir?"

"Are you all geared up with your band--"

"I'm all geared up."

"To let us hear your songs?"

"Uh, well, I'd just like to say how happy we are to be down here." Elvis nearly trembled with his hands on the microphone. "It's a real honor for us to get a chance to appear on the Louisiana Hayride."

 We're gonna do a song for ya. You got anything else to say?"

"No, I'm ready!"

"We're gonna do a song for ya, we got out on Sun Records. It goes something like this." 

"Isn't that, that song you play repeatedly ..."Midge asked, "Like to the fact you wore out your record..." 

 Cecelia was so mesmerized by his voice. She hadn't even heard Midge talking to her, and with his guitar playing and his hips swaying, she was into the boy who would be a star in the making, 

"Hey, Midge... Denise wants to see you."Cheryl said, taking her by the hand and kissing her quickly.

"How'd I do out there." 

"You could improve a bit." she smirked, "But you were great."

"Well, I'd like to see you try. And be better." Elvis joked, 

"I will..." she huffed, her heels clicking on the stage, a giggle in her talk and a wiggle in her walk. And, 

"HEY E!"

"Be there in a minute!" he shooed of his bandmates.

"Up next, she's under the colored label Paradise Records. Also, at nineteen years old, she's the daughter of the Jazz singer Denise Valmos. We have Ms. Cecelia Valmos." 

Cecelia walked onto the stage, nervous but ready, 

"What will you be singing..."

"My new hit song, Money Honey."

"Quite the song for a young lady like you?"

"It is, but I wanted to try something different."

"We'd like to hear it."

Tunning her guitar, her mother was in the front row, confused and furious. That wasn't the song Denise told her not to sing. She was supposed to do a nice, wholesome Jazz piece, not this Rock and Roll trash. That she absolutely remembered saying no to. 

You know, the landlord rang my front doorbell

I let it ring for a long, long spell

I went to the window,

I peeped through the blind

And asked him to tell me what's on his mind

He said,

Money, honey, uh, uh

Money, honey

Money, honey, if you want to get along with me

Looking to the side of the stage, she spotted Elvis, who was mesmerized. Cecelia did her job, from the sway of her hips to the plucking on her guitar strings. Elvis Presley was enchanted. She didn't care that the crowd was cheering her on, well maybe a little, but when he opened his mouth, all he could say was. 

"She could command me anyday he mumbled,

Well, I've learned my lesson, and now I know

The sun may shine, and the winds may blow

The men may come, and the men may go,

But before I say I love you so, I want

Money, honey, uh, uh

Money, honey

Money, honey,

If you wanna get along with me

Cecelia had walked from the stage and back around, the two girls from before pushing past her as she sighed, But running to her was Elvis, who was shocked, inspired a bit even.

"You were amazin out there, Cece." 

"You think so, El..." she asked, her brown eyes sparkling under the lights. Elvis took a glance as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

"Yeah, couldn't take my eyes off ya."

"Neither could I..." she mumbled under her breath. 

"Say you wanna join my bandmates and me. We're going to a diner just up the street,"

"I... Don't know-"

"CECELIA!" her mother shouted,

"On second thought, I change my mind."

"Well, let's burn some rubber then."

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[writerwithbrainrot]

Chapter five: When you have a Kazoo.

I'm finally posting this! Praise Hylia! Thank Cheeto for this! Check them out!

Half a day into traveling with their new friends, [Reader] finds you can make a few friends with a kazoo.

Warning: KAZOO, Swearing, Mentions of blood and illness, Bile, let me know if I need to add more.

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[Reader] awoke yo the sounds of things being picked up and shifted around them. Opening their eyes, they groaned, squinting as the sun splashed them with light. They felt something beginning to poke them in the side.

"Wake up!" Wind's voice said, too cheery for the morning, poking them with a stick in the side. In response, [Reader] threw the nearest thing at him, their pillow. He laughed and threw it back, causing him to drop the stick and for [Reader] to start a pillow fight.

Wind almost screeched as [Reader] stood up and smacked him with their pillow. He ran, jumping over a knocked out Sky and grabbing his pillow off his packed bed roll, messing it up as [Reader] Got close, not wanting to jump over Sky. They raised their pillow, but got hit in the stomach with Wind's pillow. They gasped as Wind laughed.

Wild, who was finishing up breakfest, smiled at the two, Twilight also smiling at the young boy's energy. "I could never. I don't know how he does it." Four said, unable to stop the small smile on his face as he returned to his packing.

The fight continued until a familiar tightness gripped [Reader]'s chest, and they began to cough, holding their chest. Wind hit them once more but stopped seeing them crouch a bit, a hand on their knees as they cough. He looked panicked. "Are you alright?! I didn't Hurt you, did I?!"

They used the hand on their knee to wave to Wind, coughing still. Hyrule approched, a hand on their back in worry as they regained their breath and composure. "It's fine. Just too much sudden activity." They said, gasping for air a bit as they stood up, Hyrule still placing a hand on their back as [Reader] regained themselves. "It happens to me. Nothing you did." They turned to Hyrule "Thanks, but I'm fine." They said as he hesitantly nodded, turning back to Wind and ruffling his hair. "What's that face for? I'm fine!"

Wind let out a small "Hey!" and tryed to fix it hair, causing [Reader] to laugh.

"How old are you?" They asked. "I'm [Age]."

He stuck out his tounge and crossed his arms. "I'm 14! I was twelve when I started my adventure!"

"Oh wow." [Reader] said with a smile. "That's amazing. Though, the age you started doesn't sit well with me." They said, frowning a bit. A hand hit their shoulder, making [Reader] turn and see Time.

"He can hold well on his own. Trust me. We've seen him in battle." he said, Reader looked back at Wind, who was running off to put his pillow back.

[Reader] sighed. "It's not that. It's just, he wad so young, and by the stories, you were younger, weren't you? It's just not fair. You were robbed of your childhood." They said. He smile a tiny bit.

"What happened has happened. We cannot change the past. Only hope for a better future." he said. [Reader] snorted a bit."You sound like my professor." They said

"Professor?" he asked "Ah, that's right. Your a historian. I forgot."

"It's fine." They said, [Reader] Turned and started to roll their borrowed bed roll up. "I'm surprised you did, after last night." They said.

"Hey, old man." Wild said, holding a plate. "Here. Foods ready." He said, and Time took it. Wild looked at [Reader], "Come eat. We won't bite." he said.

[Reader] nervously looked and saw Legend glaring. "I think he would." They said, making Wild groan.

"Oh, ignore him. He's just sour when there are new people." he said, helping reader back on their feet. "Why were you coughing earlier?"

[Reader] frowned. "Uh. . . I'm dehydrated?" They said, but sounded more like a question. Wild rose a brow.

"Sure. . . " he said, turning to clean up the pot.

[Reader]'s mood dampened. They had only a limited supply of their medication, their inhailer halfway full. The disease they has Effects the lungs, causing issues eith breathing and if left unchecked, can cause blood issues, making them cough up nasty blood ans bile that looked like garbage. It wasn't pretty and often times when they told others, they decided to baby [Reader]. Caused most to treat them like glass. They hated it.

Moving to their bag, they took a breath of their inhailer, already noticing how much better the air was in their world than in their medication, which was supposed to be the cleanest back home.

How sad.

They ate between Wind and Hyrule, relaxing and taking in the beauty of it all. The clean air, the chirping of birds, the wind in the trees. . .

"You look like you're enjoying this." Hyrule said.

[Reader] swallowed their omelet bite. "Nothing is really this nice back home. Not the air or the grass, even this omelet isn't as good as it is here." They said. Hyrule frowned.

"Is your time in trouble?" He asked "I know you said there was something about war and needing clean energy, whatever that is. Is something happening."

[Reader] let their hand rest as they finished their plate. "The air is polluted. We burn trash and throw it in the ocean. We had for a long time and now we are finally starting to try and fix everything, but it's far too late. There isn't enough food to go around, and any food there is is sold at a ridiculous price and awful. That's a start but to put it lightly, my home and this one couldn't be any more different."

The team started to get ready to hit the road (Twilight offered to let [Reader]'s stuff rest on Epona, but they declined.), [Reader] pulling their bag onto their back, journal I hand when a small plastic object fell down. They paused, confused looking at the pink and blue kazoo on the ground. "Must be something from highschool." They sighed, slowly picking it up and dusting it off. "Better keep this till I can properly dispose of it."

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The walk had become boring. [Reader] opted to stay with Epona and Twilight, feeling more welcomed with the horse than the others, Legend occasionally sending them a glare. It made [Reader] unease. But this was better, the small bit of chatter ahead felt as though they weren't for [Reader] to be apart of, as they were just a a stranger in truth. So Epona would have to be their beastie for now.

Epona, to Twilight's surpise, was seemingly excited for this stranger to be loving up on her, neighing and pushing her nose into [Reader] when they stopped petting her. It made Twilight smile.

[Reader] was greatful for Epona, because she felt that familiar tighten in their chest, and their legs hurt horribly. Epona was wonderful distraction to the pain.

However, boredom crept up their skin. like vines on a tree, suffocating [Reader]. They smiled, seeing wind next to Hyrule and pulled the pink and blue Kazoo out of their pocket, a michevious grin on her face appearing before it fell, seeing the two locked in conversation. It would be rude to inturept. . .

However, out of the corner of their eye, [Reader] saw Twilight smiling, and nodding to them, as if saying it was fine to do whatever they planned.

[Reader] grinned, happiness in their eyes so focused on the two ahead of them, as they snuck up close behind, the kazoo in their mouth.

They blew hard into the plastic toy, making the two jump and Wind almost screamed. [Reader] laughed, taking the Kazoo out of their mouth as Hyurle put a hand to his heart, Wind turning deep red and punching their side. "Jerk! What was that?!" He exclaimed as some of the boys turned, looking at the commotion.

"A kazoo!" they said, grinning. "Sorry, I couldn't help it!"

"A what?" Hyrule asked, raiding a brow, hands shaking a bit from the fright. [Reader] noticed and frowned.

"Sordy, I shouldn't have scared you. It's a kazoo. . . it's. . ." They started, however, couldn't find the right words, feeling guilt well up. "It's a noise making toy. Supposed to make music. It fell outta my bag and I didn't wanna leave it on the ground and potentionally harm something."

Wind suddenly took it out of their hand and blew hard, making Sky and Four cover their ears, and making Epona shake her head in discomfort. [Reader] putting their hands over Epona's ears, said "Not so loud! you'll Epona's ears!"

Wind stuck his tounge out, then screeched as [Reader] dashed forward and picked him up. "Alright, you're in air jail." They said with a smile. He struggled, but had a smile on his face as he laughed "No! Put me down! Aryle does this with the Seaguls!"

"Alright, alright." They said, setting him down. "You have a little sister?" They asked. They had already known, but they figured it's be better to ask Wind then just say taht they knew.

"I do! Her name is Aryle!" He said, smiling. Wind proceeded to tell [Reader] all about his sister, how great she was and her fondness of seaguls. His smile seemed to brighten the mood of the group, it was relaxing. Hyrule eventually joined in, telling [Reader] all about his adventure. [Reader] smiled hearing their stories, making her feel so light on her feet. . .

Light. . .

They felt a sudden pang of pain in their heart, and their soul hit their feet as they fell over, causing Wind and Hyrule to yell out their name.

Strong arms caught [Reader] before they hit the ground as they started to shake and cough. A shaky hand covered [Reader]'s hand as they felt a familiar warm liquid hit their hand as they coughed hard. "I've got you." Twilight's voice said, letting [Reader] lay down on their side, blood and dark bile coming from their mouth as panicked voices cryed out.

Hyrule crouched down, immediately going to use magic as they choked out more blood and bile when they smacked his hand away, shakily saying "In. . .hailer. . ."

"Are they okay?!" Wind's voice asked in horror as Hyrule started to rummage for something, not knowing what an 'inhailer' was, but knowing it was most likely in their bag.

"What happened?!" Four asked, Time's eyes showing alarm but his face stoic.

"Are they ill?!" Warriors asked, pulling out red potion and crouching down by twilight as Hyrule pulled out some funky objects, showing them to [Reader]. They grabbed one, and put it to their lips, and tryed pressing on the top. Twilight did so for them, causing their lungs to visibly expand. They stopped coughing and [Reader] took the Inhailer in their hand firmly and administered more medication into them, relaxing, before dropping the device. Worry spreading through the group, as the stopped spewing out blood.

"Are they okay?!" Wind asked, as Hyrule checked [Reader]'s pule. He let out a sigh of relief.

"They're fine." He said, Twilight and Warriors letting out baited breaths. "They're out though. Whatever that was, they'll need to recharge after it."

"What was that?" Four asked, face drenched in concern.

"They mentioned something about a disease last night. Maybe it's that?" Sky suggested as Twilight picked up [Reader] bridle style, muttering a "Lighter than they should be." under his breath.

"Keep them on Epona for now." Time said "We need to set up camp soon as possible."

"Great." Legend growled, angry "Wonderful."

"Save it, Vet." Warriors hissed, Legend glaring at him "None of us knew this would have happened. Don't even start."

Twilight maneuvered the passed out [Reader] onto Epona and the group made their way to find a camo sight, hoping to not meet monsters on the way. Legend glared back at the passed out stranger, not trusting any of them. Not one bit.

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Yaaaaay! Another chapter made! Will reader be okay?! What's Legend's deal?! Should I take my friend's ferrets?! who knows! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! have a wonderful day and or night and please, take good care of yourself. Go to bed, drink water, and eat some food! Bu-bye!

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[anouri]

10 books to know me

thanks for the tag @fruity-individual < 33

i feel like this might be difficult bc i don't even know myself how am i supposed to tell y'all how to know me. nonetheless, here is a list lmao (also, i will be including poetry collections as books)

When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities by Chen Chen

queer child of abusive immigrant parents starter kit

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

i won't get into why or how this book would get you to know me. i just relate to jude a little bit bc he has very similar thought processes to me, okay shh don't worry about it...

Johannes Cabal the Necromancer by Jonathan L. Howard

to get to know my sense of humor

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

encapsulates the exact sort of genre i am obsessed with. i like books where you can't trust the narrator, you can't trust anything that you're being told. everything's morally ambiguous, just like the world we navigate. people are insular and obsessed with the idea of exuding a certain aura. you become obsessed with it too. there's a sort of a morbid curiosity regarding the life they live, and how that very morbid curiosity and pursuit of experience was what led to the characters' downfall. i like how richard papen paints himself to be an observer when he facilitates everything, a mistake i think real people can fall into, as well as the manner by which he was always self-sabotaging himself for the sake of maintaining a facade... i'm babbling. i love this book

The Trouble with Being Born by Emil Cioran

for those who want to see what sort of existential crises my mental illnesses afflict me with one the daily. like: "Who am I? which is my real self: the self of the retort or that of the refraining?” and “Everything exists; nothing exists. Either formula affords a like serenity. The man of anxiety, to his misfortune, remains between them, trembling and perplexed, forever at the mercy of a nuance, incapable of gaining a foothold in the security of being or in the absence of being.” yeah...

Crush by Richard Siken

unfulfilled hopes, mourning, and blood-soaked imagery... very dramatic but that's what goes on in my head, except i lack what he has in experiences, for me it's just daydreaming and projection, mourning what i have never had whilst he's mourning what he's lost

Nausea by Jean Paul-Sartre

the paradoxical and existential nature of the main character's thoughts is strikingly similar to mine (yes this is concerning). the realization that we can become so hyperaware of our own existence that we do not even feel as though we're a part of it, we become so observant we dissociate from the world completely, we hope for peaceful moments whilst also realizing these moments may not exist at all, or maybe they can only be appreciated in retrospect. and all these thoughts do is push you farther away from this peace that you yearn for in the first place, and this realization hits you harshly with a wave of existential nausea you can't explain

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

to understand the way i run away from certain facets of life only to be ruined by it

The Stranger by Albert Camus

this was my favorite book when i was 17 and i feel like that in and of itself should tell you a lot

Vicious/Vengeful by V.E. Schwab

for understanding how i'm always giving away parts of myself for science... and also for this quote: “attachment was a vexing thing, as pernicious as weeds. he should have left before it ever took root… ‘be careful,’ she said. what a nuisance, victor told himself, even as he rested his hand on her head.”

ok uh that was long

anyway

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