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boombambaby · 2 months

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Drabble; Misty the Llama

He’s fairly certain that his heart is going to beat right out of his chest if he doesn’t get to stop soon. Kuzco can’t remember a time in his life he’s ever been on his feet for so long at one time, let alone run an actual marathon through the jungle while being chased by a crypt keeper and her loyal goon.

The humidity is nearly enough to suffocate him, surrounding him like a blanket and weighing his already heavy, matted fur down that much more. He’s panting heavily, his mouth hanging open like an overheated dog as he follows Pacha up hill after hill to his little village, doing his best to ignore the intimidating sight of the stairs looming ahead of him. “Well, how would you describe her?” “Oh; scary beyond all reason!” “Yeah, that’s it!”

If Yzma and Kronk have already made it to the village, they know he’s still alive and they know that Pacha is helping him. Which means that Pacha’s family is in danger– and it’s all because of him.

Feelings are still new to him, a completely foreign concept; especially these unfamiliar feelings of guilt and responsibility. The idea that he could be responsible for something bad happening to Pacha’s family— the only person in the entire Empire who actually seems to care about him as a person— weighs heavily on his mind in a way nothing else ever has before. “Okay, listen up– ” Pacha calls out, huffing as he navigates the last set of steps leading up the hill towards his hut. “When we get there, you head around to the back of the hut and wait for me outside, but make sure you stay out of view. I’ll try to get Chicha’s attention and let her know what’s going on.” Kuzco can only nod in reply, too busy trying to keep his breathing under control to respond with real words. Yzma and Kronk never got a good look at him in that diner, lucky for them. Despite his odd red coloring, there’s no doubt in his mind he’ll be able to hide out in the pen with the rest of Pacha’s llamas if worse comes to worse.

As the hut finally comes into view, he and Pacha split up with Kuzco heading towards the back of the hut and the llama pen. There are a few of them milling about, lazily chewing on grass and they lift their heads to look up at him as he slows his approach to a relaxed canter instead of a full on run. “Hey, guys. Room for one more?” Kuzco pants, flashing them a grin as he stops beside a taller tan female llama with little bands around the base of her ears. The female llama seems to take an interest in him almost immediately, leaning her head closer and giving him a llamas approximation of a once over that makes his ears flatten against his head in discomfort. “. . .What are you looking at?” If he remembers correctly, this was the llama he saw when he first woke up inside that sack– the one who screamed and ran away from him in his panicked state. What was her name. . .

Misty! That’s it, her name is Misty.

Misty trots around him in a slow circle, seemingly sizing him up and outright ignoring the suspicious look he gives her. A noise from the house draws his attention to the window, his ears perking once more as he tries to figure out what it was. Misty takes that as her opportunity to lean in to his lower back, stepping in until she’s leaning against his side and giving his hair a long, pointed sniff. She apparently likes what she smells, because she doesn’t move away from him then– lifting her head even further to nibble playfully at his ear with her front teeth. “Gah! What are– HEY! No touchy!” Kuzco screeches, fighting to keep his voice low as he jumps back and away from the nosey llama with a glare. If it’s possible for a llama to look love struck— this must be what it looks like, and his eyes widen as the realization of why she is sizing him up finally dawns on him. Kuzco laughs, a nervous chuckle more than anything, and takes a few steps back towards the other llamas watching with disinterested stares from further down the hill. “A hah. . . look. I’m sure you’ve got a great personality– “ Misty follows him, taking a step forward for each of the steps he takes backwards, not stopping even as he nearly trips over a rock, and just barely manages to catch himself from stumbling down the hill in time. “ – You know I’m not REALLY a llama, right?” He notices Pacha moving out of the corner of his eye and whips his head around to watch him, relieved. He must have caught Chicha’s attention. The sooner they can get a move on ahead of Yzma and Kronk the better, and that thought alone makes him anxious to find out what’s going on, and when they can leave. Before he realizes what’s happening, Misty is back– this time, with her ears set back and a clicking sound coming from her mouth. Instinctually (because apparently he’s attuned to that sort of thing now, as a llama), Kuzco sets his own ears back in defense and takes another step back, his eyes wide at the obvious signs of interest. A soft gurgling sound comes from her next and he blanches, his tail whipping behind him as he emits his own low humming noise in response. “Eh heh– okay, look— Misty. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. . . .” He’s backed into the corner of the pen now and with her closing in on him, he stands up on his haunches with his hands out to try and act as human as possible as his last act of defense. “It’s not me, it’s you! Really. I’m just. . . not ready for this type of commitment right now!” Pacha slips into the back of the house, and Kuczo takes his chance; gasping and throwing an arm out to point at a spot behind Misty. “DEMON LLAMA!” Misty takes the bait, her eyes widening as she whips her head around and he takes off past her and up the hill as fast as his four legs will carry him. “—So we have to get back to the palace, find the lab and change him back!” Kuczo, relieved to be away from that creepy, flirty llama, doesn’t think twice to lift his head up into view of the window to announce himself when he comes in on the tail end of Pacha’s explanation.

Pacha has more than likely already put in a good word for him, and women love him! Pacha’s wife will be thrilled to meet the Emperor, live and in the. . . fur. “Hi there!”

The next thing he knows? Complete and total darkness.

Kuzco regains consciousness slowly, his head feeling a lot like it’s been split open and with stars in the shape of . . . llamas? Dancing in front of his eyes. There’s a soft, wet feeling of something sliding against his ear that doesn’t feel horrible, just a little bit out of place, and his nose twitches in response to the foreign sensation. As he takes a moment to take stock of himself, trying to remember where he is and what’s going on– Misty dips her head into his line of sight and licks a long, wet stripe against the side of his snout with a playful ‘‘mewl’. He nearly jumps out of his fur as he scrambles backwards in his haste to get away from her, and backs himself right in to the wall of Pacha’s hut in the process. “Ahh! Where’d you come from?! I thought I lost you at the pen! Go away!” Pacha chooses that moment to come out, and he casts the two of them a confused look before turning to grab some supplies from a chest situated in the far corner. “Stop flirting, you two. We’ve got to get a move on! Chicha and the kids are keeping them busy for now.”

Kuzco flashes misty a dark look as he stands on shaky legs, the dizziness coming back to him full force and causing him to stumble. He groans and holds his head, walking himself unsteadily over to Pacha and his wife who are still saying their goodbyes. “You have a lovely wife.” He slurs, trying and failing to shake the pounding in his head away so he can focus on the one— no, two? figures in front of him.

“They’re both very pretty.”

As Pacha drags him off down the hillside, he misses the sad look Misty casts the two of them as they run, her ears falling and a sad hum leaving her at the loss of a potential mate. Maybe next time.

#kuzco #the emperors new groove #Drabble #MENTIONS:#Pacha #Chicha #Misty the Llama #Yzma #Kronk

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pirateshelby · 1 year

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At least it’s storming the night they make her walk the plank.

It’s a silly thought, really: if anything, the storm only makes being thrown overboard more dangerous, makes it easier to be sucked beneath the waves and drown. The winds wail so loud that Shelby can barely hear her crewmates’ jeers and final words above them, blow so hard she thinks for a moment they’ll tip her over the edge prematurely. But despite the chaos and the terror, Shelby comes to appreciate the storm’s presence. Storms, after all, are great at hiding things, like the way her voice shakes when she addresses her (former) crew, or the tears that track down her cheeks beneath the lancing rain.

And when she survives the fall, survives the currents and the saltwater in her lungs, and washes ashore on a sandy strip of shore, clothes torn and ruined and hair tousled and caked in sand, she realises that there’s something else the storm can hide: her ruined reputation.

You see, there’s a special kind of dishonour to being a disgraced pirate captain. It’s a dangerous mantle to carry. If people knew Shelby’s crew had mutinied against her? Well, it would be a disaster! So there’s really only one thing she can do: deny it had ever happened.

Her ship had simply wrecked, is all, caught in a storm. Her crewmates are lost at sea and she is ever so worried about them. That’s why she’s building this pirate cove, you see—in hopes that one day she’ll find them, and they’ll have a safe place to live. Yes. Definitely. She’s not hiding anything! Why would she be hiding something?

“I’m a fearsome pirate,” she tells the witch down the way. “People from all over are scared of me!”

“Oh, yeah, I got lost in a storm,” she tells the pretty sun princess. “I nearly drowned! I’m okay now though. And I’m really worried about my crew and all, but hey—I met you! I wouldn’t have met you if not for the storm!”

“Mmhm, it was my nemesis, Captain Skeletron,” Shelby tells the lorekeeper in her crypt. “I lost our epic battle, but don’t worry! I’ll be back. I won’t let him win. I’ll rescue my crew from his terrible wrath!”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve done lots of piratey things! Like steal. And plunder. But don’t worry, I won’t steal and plunder from you!” Shelby crosses her fingers behind her back and smiles at the Keeper of Sanctuary. “We’re neighbours! I’d never.”

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Shelby whispers to herself, standing on the shores of the Eversea, the beginnings of a secret pirate cove beginning to rise behind her. “Nobody ever has to know.”

#ic: footprints in the sand #lore #(decided to start things off with a little ficlet to set the scene)#(this blog is now open for business!)

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pearlypairings · 6 months

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Ooh, tell me about “haircheer plot bunny”! (I’m assuming haircheer means Steve x Chrissy?)

it was inspired by this image!

and you're right, it's a steve x chrissy wip idea :) !

but essentially it would be them messing around at a boring lame country club event that both their parents always drag them to. They'd be sneaking out the event to blow off some steam and end up running away from Chrissy's mom trying to find her daughter and get her into trouble.

a snippet for your eyes only;) :

There he was in the coat closet, wearing someone’s tweed cap and leaning against the rack with a smirk. “Took you long enough, Bonnie,” he said. “Ready for our next caper?” “Oh so now you’re Clyde?” Chrissy squinted at him, teasing. She patted his hat down over his ears as snuck past him for Mrs. Phelp's scarf. “Nice hat, covers your outrageous hair.” “You like? I was thinking of asking Mr. Crypt-Keeper to borrow it sometime…” “Sooo,” she said, humming as she wrapped the silk around her neck with a delicate figure-eight pattern. It felt cool against her skin. “How will we be surviving today? What’s the plan, Steve?” He nodded, replacing the hat back over the hook with its number. He approached her with a confident swagger. “I think it’s time.” “Time? Time for what?”

And I'm having a blast chipping away at this one periodically in the background of my longfics <33 thank you for asking about it!

wip title ask game

#thanks for asking!#pearly answers #wip title game #steve x chrissy #haircheer #wip ideas #cheerscoops

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shaykesqueer · 2 months

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YAYYY I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY BREAKFASTTTT

I wanna be nosey and ask:

You had an essay of my OCs,I shall now annoy you with too many questions<3

Take this as payment<3

4. What is your favorite book?

Can I choose a book series? It’s the Wheel of Time. Shocker, I know :’) I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH!

6. AND 7. 5 Male celebrity crushes and 5 Female celebrity crushes

When you say celebrity, you mean like… real people? Does that mean I can’t choose Sweetums and the Crypt Keeper??? I’m putting these two questions together because I’m trying to think but this is difficult! Tobias, OBVIOUSLY, but also I keep thinking Bella Ramsey and they’re nonbinary 😭 OH Jennifer Tilly for sure. Can I just.. Nearly the entire cast of Starkid? Jon, Angela, Kim, Curt, Joey, Lauren? I don’t find a lot of celebrities attractive until they play a certain role, yknow? I never found Brad Pitt attractive until I saw him in Inglorious Basterds and he killed Nazis? Or Nicholas Cage, but then he was Dracula? Hell I’d even say I find Daniel Craig attractive after Knives Out! I like my crushes a little fruity, what can I say? And does a crush just mean you find someone attractive? In which case, the list must be so long! Anyway, rant. Over. Difficult question, I love everyone. Oh and Viggo Mortensen. Because of LOTR and Crimes of the Future.

9. What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

Probably that I got top surgery. I could ramble about all the little things that I’m proud of myself for doing that probably don’t seem like much, like feeling generally happy day to day or being able to decide what to have for lunch or knowing my limits and learning how to say no, but that seems small in comparison!

10. What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

See this one is difficult because I feel like any “weird” fact about me is very believable? I don’t like watching people kiss. I think it’s gross.

12. Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

Knotts Scary Farm at Halloween.

14. What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

I’m on instagram a lot! I don’t really post on there a bunch anymore because it’s a black hole for artists, but I still like scrolling! And Pinterest as well! I’m probably on Discord a lot more these days too!

15. Describe yourself in one sentence.

Adorable but deceptively creepy, like a Cabbage Patch Kid that came to life and grew up.

16. What do you think makes you attractive?

I have the softest love handles, I make the dumbest jokes, and I kiss real good.

20. What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

All pigeons are domesticated. It’s not useless though, it means you could have pigeon friends. That’s my go to, but another one is the average number of skeletons per person on earth is more than one.

22. What is your most prized possession?

I really want to say it’s some bit of art I’ve made but no, it’s my teddy. It’s Pinky.

29. Favorite song lyrics right now?

“This dear abomination of a child has many names

Lindworm, king of serpents

Girdle of the realm

This guy has nothing left to prove with size that overwhelms”

From Powersnake by Brothers of Metal

33. What’s a pet peeve you have?

I hate it when people drink straight milk. It’s nasty. And before you say anything, I don’t just mean dairy, I mean any kind of milk.

Let's hope I got all the right questions this time!!

Thank you for the Ray sugar plum! <3 <3

#creme egg tag #buddy tag #personal shay stuff #asks #ask game #shay asks #callmeghoulshit

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hopeless-writer · 7 months

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Unsung Villains

The sun shone brightly on the hamlet of Shakil. The crisp autumn air lent a pleasant chill after the sweltering summer. The townsfolk meandered between the general shop, the modest smithy, and the town center. All was peaceful and the townsfolk had never been happier. However, this story doesn’t begin with the town, rather the dungeon, that lies a few hundred feet below the town.

Two adventurers, though there were four when they descended into this hellscape of a “dungeon”, were making a valiant attempt to flee from it. Unfortunately, during the chaos they had become hopelessly lost. It was as if the necromancer’s crypt had been shifting since they had entered deeper into it. Panic had gripped the ranger, though the stalwart paladin didn’t seem to care.

“We have to get out of here!” the ranger nearly screamed.

“Not until the evil that fouls this town is vanquished! By Parathon, we will free the people of this town from its thrall!” the paladin said, uncaring of their current situation

“TO HELL WITH THE NECROMANCER! Feril and the cleric are dead, and if we don’t get out of here we will be too!” the ranger screamed.

“Fine, leave if you wish, I’ll take care of this myself. All I need is my faith in Parathon and my blessed hammer,” replied the boastful paladin.

“Paladins, am I right?” a new voice asked.

“This one is more infuriating than any I’ve worked with in the past. He doesn’t seem to care about what’s going on around him,” said the ranger, brushing some hair out of her face.

“I’ve seen some stubborn ones in my day, but this one is zealous is he not?” the voice said, slightly exasperated.

“You have no idea, if it weren’t for the shop keeper, I doubt we’d be here right now. All it took was “evil” and he was practically running out of town,” the ranger said, still not looking at where the voice was coming from.

“Well, let’s be honest, I’ve never met a man who wasn’t single minded,” replied the voice.

The ranger turned and saw a beautiful woman standing beside her. Her eyes were a deep emerald green, and her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulder. The ranger snapped back to her senses and quickly asked, “I’m sorry, who are you, and why are you in a place like this?”

“Oh, where are my manners. I’m Kerina, and I’m the ‘evil’ necromancer your friend here wants to vanquish. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Kerina smiled and held out her hand.

The ranger felt the icy grip of fear wrap around her heart. How? How could this woman be the necromancer? She was gorgeous! It wasn’t fair! There’s no way, necromancers are decrepit old men fixated on becoming immortal! Her thoughts were interrupted by a cry from far off.

“Foul creature! I have come to free these people from your ensnarement! You will no longer corrupt these people, by the might of Parathon, and my blessed hammer you shall meet your end!” the paladin yelled as he sprinted towards Kerina.

With a wave of her hand the paladin stopped. Ethereal hands had rooted him in place, and no matter how hard he tried to free himself, it was no use.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation with… I’m so sorry, I didn’t get your name dear,” Kerina said smiling towards the ranger.

“I’m Serinia,” the ranger squeaked.

“What a lovely name,” Kerina cooed, then turned to continue with the paladin, “I’m trying to have a conversation with Serinia here so if you’d be so kind as to be silent.”

“Ha! Like I’d ever listen to a demonic creature such as you! Once I’m free of this, you will feel the wrath of the holy Parathon!” the paladin shouted, sure of himself.

“Oh please, your Para-whatever has no power here. Haven’t you seen the glyphs everywhere?”

“The blue ones on the walls? It’s a concealing spell, something to keep outsiders from magically finding your diabolical lair,” he retorted smugly.

“It’s a concealing spell, of sorts. It keeps out the Gods. In essence, I’ve cut you off from your source of power.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Kerina looked at Serinia in disbelief, “Is he really this dense?”

All she could do was nod, still under the effects of sheer terror and disbelief that this woman was the evil they were here to stop.

“You’re powerless, and worse, you’re going to die here.”

For the first time the paladin looked terrified, as if reality finally hit him.

“Well, that shut him up.”

Serinia could do nothing to try and help, she was rooted in place. However, unlike her companion it was fear that kept her in place.

“So, um…sorry, I’m terrible at this, especially with someone I just met, but how would you like to go out and have a drink with me?” Kerina asked, for the first time the confidence she exuded had seemed to evaporate.

“What?” Serinia asked, her fear dissolving and being replaced with genuine confusion.

“I just thought, maybe you’d like to...I don’t know, get to know each other. I don’t really meet many new people here and I never meet anyone as beautiful as you,” Kerina said sheepishly

Serinia was stunned. Was Kerina blushing? How did she end up here, with a less than intelligent paladin, and a necromancer who was asking her on a date?

“I’m sure you’re a nice person? Look, I’m sure that this will most assuredly end in my death, but I’m not interested.”

“Oh, because I’m a necromancer, I see…”

“No, it’s not that, it’s...well I’m just not attracted to women, even beautiful, deadly women. I’m sorry, I’m very flattered, but no,” Serinia couldn’t believe she was trying to break it gently to this woman who no doubt will kill her.

“Well, this is embarrassing, and disappointing. It seems I have no choice then, I’m sorry but you both will have to die,” Kerina said glumly.

“I’ll do it! I’ll go have a drink with you, please just don’t kill me!” the paladin whimpered. Kerina was sure that if he could move he’d be on his knees begging. It was pathetic really.

“What makes you think I’m interested in you? Ew. Just no,”

Kerina sighed and produced a dagger, before Serinia had a chance to make a move, it was plunged into her heart. It should have hurt, but all she felt was cold. It felt like all the warmth was being drained from her body.

“Don’t worry my dear. You’ll survive, in a sense. This dagger has a hunger for souls, and as I speak these words, it’s feasting on yours. I wish it hadn’t come to this, I really did like you. I will still get to look upon your beauty, I just wish it had been different.” Kerina said, pain visible on her face.

Serinia couldn’t say anything, everything was becoming fuzzy around the edges and blackness was at the very edge of her vision. As it engulfed her vision she could only focus on the cold that had taken over. The dagger having left it’s victim soulless, dropped to the floor it’s blade glowing faintly.

Horror gripped the paladin, he tried again to free himself, but it was no use. The hands held him firmly. He watched as Serinia had become a husk of her former self. Knowing the end was coming, the paladin was practically foaming at the mouth, pleading, begging for anyone to come save him, for Parathon to descend from on high and end the life of the foul demon standing before him.

“Oh, I had almost forgotten you were there. Look, here’s the deal, I’m tired as hell. I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights. So, here are your options, leave your deity and swear fealty to me, or die...on second thought that’s pretty cliche don’t you think?” Kerina asked, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Please, I won’t tell anyone where you are. No one, I swear it! Just let me go, please! I have a family, a young one. He’ll be devastated if his papa doesn’t come home,” rambled the paladin, trying to appeal to Kerina’s decency.

“Just shut up for a minute will you? I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

“I don’t want to die!” Screamed the paladin, tears streaming down his face.

Great, now I have to deal with a crying paladin. This is just not my day. Kerina thought to herself, feeling a headache coming on.

“Fine, I won’t kill you, but she will,” Kerina turned to the pretty thing standing next to her, and handed her the dagger she used to turn her.

“Ta-ta, I’m going to take care of this headache, you two play nice!” called Kerina as she waved a hand and exited the room.

The last thing she heard as the door closed behind her was the paladin screaming and begging. She smiled to herself, sometimes it was fun to be a villain.

#transgender #writers #fantasy #fiction #writing #original writing #lgbtqia #transgirl #transisbeautiful #reading #bookblr

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kmrstudios · 7 months

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KR’S LIST OF 6 UNDERRATED HORROR FLICKS FOR HALLOWEEN

Hey, gang! Burned out from repeat viewings of the entire Nightmare on Elm Street series, Friday the 13th series, or even the Halloween series? Never fear, because I’ve got recommendations for some of the most underrated and quite frankly, often overlooked horror flicks to check out this Halloween season. So in no particular order, this is my list of 6 underrated horror flicks to check out during Halloween!

6) VAULT OF HORROR

Despite the wraparound story, the lack of an actual Vault-Keeper, and the fact that none of the stories are adapted from the actual EC horror comics series of the same name, 1973’s follow-up to “Tales from the Crypt” by Amicus might as well be considered a superior sequel to the first film. With 4 out of 5 excellent stories that capture the feel & tone of the comics as well as excellent performances from Terry-Thomas & Doctor Who alumni Tom Baker, Vault of Horror is a criminally underrated anthology film that I can’t recommend highly enough.

5) SILENT RAGE

Chuck Norris fights Jason Voorhees. I can’t describe this movie any further than those 5 aforementioned words. A movie where Chuck Norris fights a unstoppable killer resurrected through the wonders of science. Despite lacking a good soundtrack (aside from the closing credits) and somewhat slow pacing in the middle, the mood & suspense makes this early Norris flick an excellent movie if you dig horror movies and/or if you wanna watch Chuck Norris roundhouse kick a genetically altered killing machine into oblivion on Halloween night.

4) TETSUO: THE IRON MAN

This tale about a salaryman slowly turning into a metal being may possibly be the most twisted horror movie hailing from Japan that I’ve seen in recent memory. And I’m not kidding when I say that. It’s a crazed fusion of Cronenburg body-horror & psychological horror that will leave you blown away or comatose upon witnessing the insanity this film has to offer. While I wish the movie was longer, Tetsuo the Iron Man is one wild ride that’ll keep you glued to your seat until the movie ends. Recommended if you like body-horror flicks or want to see a guy’s particular body part turn into a power drill (Again, I’m not kidding).

3) DEEPSTAR SIX

From the creator of Friday the 13th comes a pleasant surprise of a monster movie that was released in 1989 where you had 5+ underwater sci-fi flicks. With good performances from the cast including Miguel Ferrer & some awesome creature effects, Deepstar Six, despite me preferring Leviathan over this, has a lot of positives going for it that I cannot ignore adding this to my recommendation list. Watch it!

2) H.P. LOVECRAFT’S FROM BEYOND

Following off the heels of his earlier hit by the name of Re-Animator, the late Stuart Gordon once again brings one of Lovecraft’s short stories to the big screen (which is only the length of the opening scene in the movie btw). Where Re-Animator felt more like a splatter fest of a horror comedy, From Beyond is true Lovecraftian horror strengthen by performances from the cast including the underrated Jeffrey Combs & Ken Foree, awesome special effects, and a creepy soundtrack. Oh, and Barbara Crampton in a dominatrix outfit. Highly recommended for fans of Re-Animator, Stuart Gordon & H.P. Lovecraft.

1) THE BURNING

While the slasher genre has Freddy, Michael Myers, Chucky & Jason, nobody ever talks about Cropsy, based on the urban legend. Enter 1981’s “The Burning”. This movie has everything: Dimwitted campers getting hacked with gardening sheers, Tom Savini doing the special effects, early film appearances by Jason Alexander & Holly Hunter, a soundtrack composed by Rick Wakeman of Yes fame, and the list goes on. The one thing that kinda holds it back nowadays is the fact that the movie was produced & written by the notorious Weinstein brothers, which is unfortunate because this is a good movie. But if you can get past that, “The Burning” is a true slasher classic that you should watch.

And with that, I hope you get some enjoyment out of these horror flicks. I may have some more underrated flicks to recommend that were left off the list, but the aforementioned titles should get you started.

Until next time, this is KR signing off!

And happy Halloween!

#kmr studios #movies #Happy Halloween #Halloween #horror

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twinsfawn · 3 years

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the person checking me out didn’t even card me while i was buying alcohol….i’m only 22…….what a read

#OH I’M LIKE THE CRYPT KEEPER #am i just tired??

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indominusregina · 6 years

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I actually used the phrase “as the kids say these days” in a meeting with my boss today.

Kill me

#I’m getting old #oh i’m like the crypt keeper #about me #for real though #i followed it with Shoot Your Shot

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spine-buster · 2 years

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um Sid >is< middle aged? how old do u think he is?

……….

Sidney is only THIRTY FOUR YEARS OLD. HOW YOUNG ARE YOU THAT YOU THINK THIRTY FOUR IS MIDDLE AGED?????????? 😳

#answered #i need to go lie down #enter oh my god I’m like the crypt keeper gif here

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gothamcitytrash · 3 years

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The Bet

Steph - …

Jason - …

Steph - Truth or Dare?

Jason - oh fuckin finally something to do , erm … dare

Steph - I dare you to be nice to everyone for 24 hours

Jason - Easy

Steph- No snarky comments

Jason - less easy but still doable

Steph - or backhanded compliments

Jason - oh

Steph - no insults either

Jason - wait a sec…

Steph- AND you can’t leave the manor or force people to leave

Jason - ah fuck , nah i got this

Steph - and if you fail , you can’t eat Alfred’s cooking for a month and you have to say i’m better than you BUT if you prevail , i have to say that YOURE better than me … Deal?

Jason - you’re on blondie

——— Jason wonders off to get something to eat and sees Tim practising anime moves in the mirror ———

Jason - … nope , too tempting

—— Jason passes Dick’s room to see him dancing to ABBA in a Wonder Woman halloween costume ——

Jason - i’m fucked

——— Jason makes it to the kitchen and makes himself lunch , Bruce comes to sit down next to him . Jason sees that Bruce is making the ‘Parentface‘ while scrolling on his phone with his index finger

Jason - oh i’m gonna die

Bruce confused - ?!?

——— Jason walks to the door and opens it to see Steph standing there ———

Steph - Whatcha Doin?

Jason - Nothing , i er … i was just getting some fresh air

Steph - sure , i’ll let you quit if you say i’m better than you

Jason backing off - i walked from Ra’s Compound to Gotham City , i can do this and youll never hear that outta my fucking mouth

Steph shouting - YOU DIDNT SAY I WASNT BETTER THAN YOU

——— Jason panicking and sees Duke walking into his room ———

Jason - DUKE

Duke jumping out of his skin - PLEASE DONT HURT ME IM JUST A BOY

Jason - oh thank god , i’m not gonna hurt ya but you gotta help me

Duke befuddled - oh…kay

Jason - i made a bet with Steoh that i could be nice to everyone for the rest of the day

Duke - why? , why would you do that , you can’t go 10 mins without an insult

Jason - i’ve lasted 3 hours so far , and i have 2 hours left but Damian , Babs , Cass and harper are gonna and home soon

Duke - so?

Jason - SO , they’re getting back from the KISS concert

Duke - oh

Jason - yeah fucking oh

Duke - Damian went to a KISS concert?

Jason - he lost a bet to Steph too

Duke - gosh… she’s a menace

— Damian , Babs , Cass and Harper come home —

Jason - … their here

Duke - you have to go downstairs

Jason - i’m scared

Duke - it’s okay , it’s just saying “ you’re better than me steph “

Steph from the vents - thank you duke

Duke terrified - AHHH WHAT THE FRICK

Jason pointing up - she’s in the fuckin vent dude

—— Jason wonders off to the library but hears ——

Cass - Jay!

Jason pretending to be invisible - …

Cass - Jay , the concert was so cool

Harper - yeah it’s was fuckin fun

Babs - even Damian was head banging

Damian - it was a fun activity , the outfits and face paint were a bit much

Jason physically recoils - ….

Harper - makeup

Damian - what did you just say Row

Harper - make-up , it’s makeup

Damian - you’re lying

Babs - she isn’t , technically it’s Bruce’s eyeshadow for patrol

Damian - i’m going to kill you Row

——— Damian stumbles over in his platforms ———

Jason - I CANT FUCKIN DO THIS MAN!!!

Everyone - huh?

Jason turning around slowly - i can’t be nice c not even for 7 stupid fuckin hours… STEPH YOU FUCKIN WIN ALRIGHT , JUST LET ME OUT OF THIS CURSE

Steph dropping down from the ceiling - if you want this to stop , you know what to say

Jason - ah fuck … Steph?

Steph with a shit eating grin on her face - yes?

Jason - you’re better than me

Steph - That was very nice Jason

Jason - so i don’t have to be nice anymore

Steph - pretty much

Jason - oh thank god

———————Jason takes a deep breath——————

Jason - Dick , that wonder woman costume is extremely unflattering and makes you look flatter than Stephs hair in the morning and you can’t sing at all

Dick and Steph - Hey!?!

Jason - Bruce ; you are the crypt keeper and the fact you can stand up without crumbling into a pile of dust is beyond me

Bruce - Watch it

Jason - Tim , pretend and try as you might , you’ll never be Goku and it’s ridiculous that you keep trying , you are a subpar power ranger at best

Tim - harsh but needed

Jason - and now you four , you all look like bruce’s first draft of his batsuit , and Damian , even in platforms you are only 4ft tall AT BEST

Damian - Watch your Tongue Todd

Jason at Harper- this is the first time you’ve ever been able to convince somebody of something because you fuckin suck at lying and it’s embarrassing to watch

Harper - Damn

Jason - Babs… Red hair doesn’t suit you

Babs - Say that again and see what happens jackass

Jason - and finally … Cass

Cass - :)

Jason - yeah i got nothing … phew i didn’t think i could go on much longer

Everyone - Hungry ?

Everyone replying - Yes?

Alfred - Dinners Ready!

Jason - fuck yeah

Steph - whoa whoa , where do you think you’re going?

Jason- to eat?

Steph - did you last until midnight with out being a dick?

Jason - oh no! , no! , no please don’t do this

Steph - Goodbye Jason

Jason falling to his knees like Darth Vader - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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hey there. i am new here so i don't know much. could you please do something fluffy where the reader is a doctor and bucky comes to her house after fighting with some dudes. All he wants is sex but she takes care of his wounds. and it ends with a smut. by the way i love your work. 💞

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: smut 18+, angst-ish, fluffy, fwb to lovers, cw; bl00d, gashes, and ouchies lol

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You were in the middle of watching whatever sitcom was being aired, at this point there’s too many to keep track, when loud and hard knocks boomed through the quiet apartment. You set your snack down and walked to the door wondering who could possibly be a guest in the dead night.

“Buck?” you answered the door to see the gorgeous man clutching his side.

“Did you get my text?” he asked quickly.

“No, I’m sorry I- uh I didn’t-”

“Doesn’t matter,” he barged through your door.

“Is everything alrig-” Bucky interrupted you mid sentence grabbing your throat and pulling you into a deep and messy kiss.

“God, I need you so fucking bad,” he mumbled against your lips; of you which you gladly leaned into to give him what he needed.

You slipped your hands around his waist when he suddenly flinched and breathed in harshly through his gritted teeth. You took his hand away from your throat and assessed his state clearly understanding he was in no shape to have sex; at least not now.

“What happened?” you asked worriedly.

“Nothing, I just need you,” he tried to lean in again but you dodged his kiss moving under his arm to grab a first aid.

“Y/n, I don’t need whatever it is you're getting. Super soldier, remember?” he chuckled breathlessly

“Oh, I remember, Sargent. Which is why…” you emerged from the bathroom with first aid and a bottle of alcohol and peroxide in hand, “the sooner we patch you up, the faster you’ll heal.”

“Ok, doctor,” he said sarcastically.

“Excuse me, don’t mock my title,” you grinned.

“Not only can I assist you in need sexual frustration or as you call it, your personal fuck buddy, but I help you out when you come me to looking like the goddamn crypt keeper covered in blood,” you smiled sarcasically, which made Bucky chuckle.

“Now take your shirt off, let me assess the damage.”

When he did there was a huge gash spilling blood on the side of his ribs. Bruise and cuts litter his stomach and chest, even his arms. You gasped and your heart ached for him and even though he wasn’t in immense pain because of the serum, the fact that this is what it took for him to be in any pain scared you.

“Did you really think you could get away with fucking me in this condition?” you asked; you were upset.

“I didn’t want to worry you. Besides it doesn’t hurt anymore and I’m gonna stop bleeding,” he brushed off.

“Fuck you, Bucky. Didn’t want to worry me my ass. And if you stained every surface in my apartment?”

“I’ll buy you a new apartment,” he smiled, his beautiful stunning smile, shit.

“Fuck off,” you said making him chuckle.

You swiped the blood away gently with a towel soaked in peroxide. You applied a bit of triple antibiotic ointment on his smaller cuts even though it was unlikely they’d become infected but you took precaution nonetheless.

Bucky watched you with soft eyes. He thought about when you said the he called you his ‘personal fuck buddy’. It didn’t sit right with him anymore. His face held a somber look and you looked up at him concerned.

“Are you ok?” you said softly.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

You took an emergency stitching kit and although everything comes pre sterilized you poured the alcohol over the curved needle and threaded it through the bruised skin. Bucky tensed under your cold hands and flinched at the first stitch. Your head instantly shot up to make sure he was alright.

“I’m ok, angel,” he reassured.

You continued to stitch his wound expertly and yet again he flinched ever so slightly but you caught immediately apologizing.

“Doll, it’s ok. It’s like a little pinch, relax.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t usually have to do this to people I care about,” you said smoothly as if it was something you always said; you care about him.

“Well, don’t worry too much about me, darling,” he smirked.

“Hey, I have every right to worry about the man I fool around with,” you said playfully.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Bucky laughed. You finished stitching his wound and cleaning any areas to prevent infections and grabbed a cloth bandage to place over it in case it bleeds again.

“There. Do you need anything else? Water? Food; are you hungry?” you stood up.

“Not for food,” he said lowly, making your stomach flip.

“You’re still horny?” you played off the butterflies.

“Only for you darling, you’re addictive,” he moved his hands under your large shirt easily.

“No, you're insatiable,” you threw back.

“Yet you feed my desperate appetite.”

“Shall I stop then?”

“If you had the willpower, you would’ve by now. Maybe you’re just as addicted as I am,” he leaned in.

“Maybe I am,” you whispered.

“Well? Are you gonna stop me?” he teased.

“Of course not.”

Bucky crashed his lips against yours hungrily and you melted against his body perfectly. His hands squeezed your sides gently making you smile and Bucky picked you up and carried you to the bedroom; a place he knew like the back of his hand, so many nights spent with you that he cherished more than he’d like to admit.

When he got to the bedroom you released your feet down to the floor and Bucky helped you land gracefully. You grabbed his hand and led to sit comfortably on your bed. You kissed him passionately and soon after slowly kneeled to the ground in front of him. Bucky’s lust-blown eyes hungrily drank you in as you sank to the floor.

“You don't have to-”

“Uh-uh, you need to relax and let me take care of you, baby,” you rubbed his thighs slowly making Bucky squirm under you.

You pulled his pants down his legs and pressed light kisses to his thighs before grabbing his hard cock in your hand. You pumped up and down in your hand and Bucky’s head fell back and he sighed pleasurably

You licked the underside of his cock and Bucky moaned; he was already turning into putty in your hands and you barely touched him. You circled your tongue around the swollen tip before placing the head inside your mouth. You tried your best to breathe steadily through your nose as you sucked hard, hollowing your cheeks around his dick.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Bucky threaded his hand thorugh your hair and pulled you further down on his length.

Your hand pumped for what you couldn’t take in your mouth and you moaned around his cock. The vibrations from your throat made Bucky climax and spurts of hot ribbons of cum shot down your throat. You pulled away from him and Bucky’s legs trembled subtly. Cum dripped down the side of your chin and you swiped it into your mouth and sucked on your fingers seductively staring into his eyes making Bucky groan lowly.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he pulled close and kissed you sildly he could taste himself on your tongue and he instantly became hard again.

You practically tore your shirt and pants off, pouncing on Bucky playfully. He laughed before kissing you again and flipping you delicately onto your back. He kissed your neck and collarbones gingerly, his hands roaming around your naked body.

His thigh pressed between yours and he could feel the wetness from your core spreading across his skin. Your fingertips grazed his sides as you sighed from his soft lips against your burning skin. Bucky’s hands fell between your bodies and pumped his cock a couple times before lining up with your slick entrance.

His tip flicked your sensitive clit ever so subtly and just that alone made your entire body jerk. You could feel the puffs of air escape Bucky in the crook of your neck as he chuckled.

“Bucky, please,” you whimpered.

“Please what, baby? What do you want; tell me,” he whispered against your ear.

“Fuck me, please. Bucky, I need you,” your nails clawed at his skin on his back and Bucky hissed immediately pushing into you passed your folds.

His thrusts weren’t exactly soft but they weren’t quick. It was the perfect tempo, rutting into you roughly and slowly. His hips snapping against yours harshly surely to leave bruises to commemorate his time spent with you.

You moans were loud against Bucky’s ear but he loved every second of it. He loved hearing you fall apart under him; so much he perked his head up and watched your beautiful features contort in pleasure caused by him and only him. Your body moving against his like a ragdoll as he had his way with you just like you always let him.

Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso pulling closer to you. He started hitting a new angle of which made your eyes roll back and your back arched. His grunts mixed with your high pitched moans and echoed throughout the entire apartment.

Bucky cupped your face softly with his metal hand and traced your lips as he continued to thrust into you. His thumb passed your lips into your mouth and your eyes flashed a sparkle of mischievous as you began to suck on his thumb. Your tongue circled his thumb as you had done to his dick not so long ago and Bucky groaned at the erotic sight.

You released his metal thumb with an exasperated pop and Bucky crashed his lips down to you. The bed under you two shook and hit the wall; surely to annoy the hell out of any neighbors home in the late hours, which was more than likely.

“Fuck, Bucky! I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered.

“Cum baby. I’m right behind you, doll,” he pressed his forehead against yours looking into your eyes intimately.

Your entire body shook against his. You saw stars in your eyes, your toes curled, your back arched; you felt euphoric. When you came down from your high you opened your eyes and found those special blue eyes, the ones you simultaneously sought comfort and desire in.

Bucky looked down on you with a small smile before leaning down again to kiss you faintly before cleaning the both you up generously. He went to gather his clothes and for a moment you reminded yourself that he wasn’t yours, he didn’t live here, he had to go now; just like always.

“Bucky, will you be alright?” you asked gingerly.

“Um,” he looked down at his gash that no longer held those badnages you carefully placed and simply revealed his already scarring flesh that you expertly stitched up; you were a doctor after all.

“I should probably stay, you know in case I need your help,” he said shyly; it was suggestive because you and him both knew that he wasn’t going to need help, he was going to be in perfect condition again by morning but neither of you could say goodbye to each other.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” you said timidly.

Bucky smiled softly and crawled back into bed with you. He pulled your warm naked body against his and you practically melted into his side. You fit like a perfect puzzle piece. His hand caressed your side bringing goosebumps to skin and you chuckled when Bucky realized what he did.

“Stop, that tickles,” you said muffled as your head was buried shyly into the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“What?” he feigned innocence.

“Fuck off,” you both laughed breathlessly.

There was a moment of silence that rested between you two. What you had was quite domestic but you weren’t in a relationship. Without the other knowing, you both thought about what life could be like for the two of you if you did say the words.

“Y/n,” he whispered.

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you something?” he whispered, you instantly knew what he was going to say; you felt it.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” you cupped his face, “I do.”

Bucky kissed you and gently rubbed his nose against yours before asking, “Can you say it again?”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you so much,” you curled your fingers in his tangled hair.

“Oh god, please, again,” he practically moaned.

“I love you. I love you. I love you, Bucky.”

You leaned back to look at him and noticed tears brimming his eyes; you gently wiped them away kissing his cheeks. This feeling was entirely new to him. He felt overwhelmed a bit but he loved you so much it was all he could think about right now. He didn’t exactly know when he really fell in love but it didn’t matter because here you were in his arms, actually his, and he wasn’t gonna let you go. Not a million years.

“I love you.”

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wardenannie · 3 years

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heyy! saw you were taking prompts so i thought i'd send you onee.

could you write a spicy levihan oneshot based on levi and hanji reuniting after a long time being apart? it can be canonverse or a modern au, whatever youd'd like!

love love love your writinggg <333

Love this prompt. I'm writing this as a modern AU where Levi and Hange met in the military and fell in love. Later on Levi is injured and is honorably discharged but Hange remains active duty. 💚

Boomers having seggs under the cut ;)

Eight months. He hasn't seen his wife in eight, long months.

He drives to the airport in a car modified to accommodate his disability. His right leg has never worked the same since the bullet. He rolls through the terminal in his wheelchair. People look down on him, the little man in the little chair, but he doesn't care.

Levi is going to see Hange. His Hange. They fell in love on the field of war, and as far as he knows there is no stronger bond. He misses her touch, her kiss, the low ramble of her voice.

He misses his Hange.

The circumstances of her return are less than ideal. An IED has left her missing an eye and badly burned. They had to airlift her to Germany where she recovered without him. She hadn't wanted him there. Hadn't wanted him to see her so broken.

It still broke his heart.

Now he waits by the baggage claim, watching the arrivals. Frankfurt 8:20 am, on schedule.

Levi checks his watch; its 7. He has some time to kill. But all he can do is wait, staring at the arrivals. His good leg jiggles with anxiety. His good eye never wavers from that screen.

The hour passes like molasses, the final twenty minutes like cement, but finally a familiar head of russet hair rounds the corner. She's on crutches still, and she wears a patch over one eye. Most of her is covered by her military greens, but he can see the burn scars on her left hand and cheek.

She has never looked more beautiful to him.

He wheels over to her as fast as he can, breathless, grinning.

Hange meets him, leaning over to pull him into a tight hug. Her warmth is rejuvenating, he has not felt so whole in a long time.

The first thing she says to him, breathless in his ear, is a joke; "Between the two of us we've got one working set of eyes, smalls."

"I'll watch your left if you watch my right," Levi replies, then he pulls back from the hug to kiss her deeply, not caring who sees.

A few people, seeing Hange's uniform and Levi's chair, begin to clap for them.

Levi just wants them to shut the fuck up.

They make it back to their apartment in record time, both of them grinning like idiots as they pass over the threshold.

Hange drops her single duffel bag in the entry way and inhales deeply. Then she sighs, eyes becoming sad, "Assimilation back into civilian life is going to be hard, isn't it? Especially now that I look like the crypt keeper."

"I'll be here to help you," Levi stands up, folding his chair. He limps over to her, leans on her, kisses scarred jaw. "You're beautiful."

Hange shakes her head and helps him into the living room. They sit on the couch, hands clutching at one another, loath to lose such a precious thing as touch after so many months.

"You can't see the worst of it, it's under the uniform," she explains. "I honestly think it'll make you sick."

"Hange," Levi leans forward to kiss her, bit she avoided him.

"I lost my left nipple, you know? Burned clean off. My tits are lopsided now," she cups them, dropping his hand. He can't tell anything through the uniform. "God Levi I feel like such a monster."

"No," Levi snaps, drawing her into his arms. "I almost lost you, four-eyes. They told me you had a fifty-fifty shot. I thought I was going going lose you. Now that I finally have you back I won't listen to this shit. You're my wife. I love you so much it fucking hurts, burns or no."

Hange sniffs, peeking out between her fingers.

Levi leans forward to kiss her forhead, "I missed you so much. Everyday I wasn't with you killed me a little bit, Hange. Knowing I wasn't there to protect you."

Hange inclines her head to kiss his lips. Chastely at first, but Levi deepens it, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her closer to him by her waist.

His tongue traces along her lower lip and she grants him entrance. She tastes like the mints she always sucks on when she flies. Hange moans softly into his mouth, one hand cupping his scarred cheek.

They part by a few inches, and Levi asks softly, "Are you ready for sex? Does it still hurt?"

"Sometimes I can still feel the fire in my skin," Hange shivers, then she kisses his jaw. "I want you to take it away."

"Hange..."

She takes his hands. Both of them are shaking slightly, "Make love to me, Levi. I want to feel whole again."

In the past he would have lifted her and carried her to their bedroom. But now his leg will not allow for that, so he hoists her up with an arm around her waist, lips working at very neck and jaw as he guides her to their marriage bed.

It's the same as when she left. Black duvet, white sheets, all neatly laid out and folded by her husband.

He lays her down on the duvet and crawls over top of her, beginning to work at the buttons of her uniform. Her hands caress down his chest to the hem of his shirt, which she tugs at lightly.

Levi finishes the last button, then sits up to remove his crew neck before gently pushing Hange's top off of her shoulders.

"You've been staying in shape," she marvels softly, caressing her hands over the scarred marble of his skin.

He shrugs, eyeing her breast bindings hungrily, "Physical therapy got me on an exercise kick."

"I've gone a little soft," Hange sighs, "So many weeks in hospital, you know?"

Levi begins to undo her breast bindings, deft fingers pulling them away strip by strip. When she is bared to him he marvels at the mottled pattern of her skin; olive and red, silver and purple. Like she said, she is missing a nipple, but he hardly notices for the joy of being with his wife again.

"You're beautiful," he breaths softly, and he leans over to lavish her branded skin with sensual kisses.

Hange moans softly, fingers curling into his hair as his tongue traces along sensitive scar tissue.

"Levi," she moans. Eyes fluttering shut.

He begins to descend, following the line of scarring that divides her body in two. His tongue traces along her navel, and when he reaches her waistband, he looks up to her with hooded grey eyes, begging permission.

Biting her lip, Hange nods frantically, "I want your mouth on me, it's been so long."

Levi hums in agreement, peeling her trousers and simple cotton panties down her thighs in a single movement. It has been far too long.

Her cunt glistens wetly in the low light of the bedroom. Here she is the same, here the fire has not touched her, so when Levi lowers his tongue to lick a hot stripe up her folds, he knows just how to make her twitch.

His lips seal over her clit, feeling it harden and swell under his assault. His fingers find her entrance and press inside, curling backwards in a familiar pattern, pads brushing up against her g-spot.

"Oh shit, Levi," she throws a burned arm over her eyes, cunt already beginning to twitch and tighten around his fingers.

"Come," he commands softly, low voice vibrating against her clit. "Come for me, Hange."

She does, thighs shivering as she falls apart on his fingers. She makes a high, keening sound that makes Levi smile as he pulls his wet mouth away from her pussy. He presses a kiss over her mound then stands, undoing his belt and shucking his pants.

His cock bounces free, heavy, swollen and beaded with precum at the tip. Now they are both naked save for the wedding bands they wear on chains around their necks.

Hange smiles at him, scooting up the bed and beckoning with a pink, scarred finger. All of her bashfulness over her wounds has melted away, "It's been awhile, Captain. I needed the warm up."

He crawls over top over her, kissing her breasts before kissing her lips tenderly. Missionary is his favorite position, so he can look into her eyes while they make love.

He reaches between their bodies, lining up the head of his cock with her entrance.

"Ready?" He whispers against her parted lips, holding her stare. Their is fire in both of their eyes, a love like none other. Slate holds to wine as she nods and he slides into her, smooth and easy.

Entering Hange is like coming home. Levi shuts his eyes and let's the sensation surround him, swallowing him up. He tucks his face into the crook of her shoulder, moaning softly as he begins to thrust, slow and steady.

"Levi," she whispers his name. "Levi, Levi, Levi."

Her fingers caress down the switching muscles of his sides and she clutches at the globes of his ass, urging him to go harder, faster.

The feel of her cunt is sublime, tight and wet and hot around his dick. She kisses his temple as he makes love to her, then her hands rake up from his ass to cup the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Levi snaps his hips as hers roll to meet his. His fingers trace delicately over her scars as his tongue curves along the back of her teeth.

When they part, panting and flushed, he exhales against her lips, "I missed you so much."

Hange nods, fingers curling into her shoulders as her cunt begins to tighten around him. There are tears in her eyes, tears of deep seated emotion still unspoken. Tears of a wounded soldier. Tears of lovers reunited at last.

Levi's hips begin to stutter, cock swelling, balls tightening to his body.

"Come in me," Hange implores, holding his gaze. Her eyes plead, "inside, please."

Then her body goes tense under him, and she makes soft panting sounds as her orgasm takes her in waves.

Levi's lips part, eyes hooding as his thighs and groin go alight and he finishes inside of his lover.

He gives a few, final thrusts, working himself deep before he collapses on top of her. They both pant, sharing gentle kisses in the sweetness of the afterglow.

Levi holds Hange to his chest, fingers tracing along her scars.

"You're so beautiful, Hange," he breaths, emotions rising in his chest. "You have no idea."

Hange kisses the corner of his mouth, eyes hooded and lazy. Mixed fluids drip between her thighs, "So are you, Levi."

Her fingers catch on his chain, following it down to his ring. It mirrors her own, a simple golden band.

"I love you," she says. "And I'm never leaving you like that ever again."

Levi nods, "Likewise, and I love you, too."

Reunited at last, they sleep.

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