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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years

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Yandere!Mahito x reader

sorry for the long wait! I cant write smut and i kept rewriting parts cuz id be like ‘wait he’s being too nice, fuck i forgot he’s a terrible person’ and just delete like five paragraphs.

I’m def missing a few warnings. let me know what i gotta add

(Warning: General existence of Mahito, tw rape/noncon, unsafe sex, dark content, overstimulation, a tad too much licking )

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Part one is here

Look Pt2

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You often wondered what was better: to live in ignorant bliss or know the cruel truth?

You asked your friend this question once. She told you that she’d prefer to live with the truth, that living a lie would be absolutely mind-crushing.

You instantly knew she couldn’t see them either.

A snap of fingers brings you back. Mahito’s grinning, tilting his head as he observes you. He looks amused.

“Pretending not to see me won’t work again. Nice try though, it’s kind of adorable how stupid you are,” He leans forward, roughly pinching your cheek.

It hurts. You try not to wince.

“I-I wasn’t,” You weakly argue, “I swear.”

You weren’t lying. There was really no use in pretending anymore. There was no use in fighting back either. He’d won.

No, it was more like you had lost from the start.

Mahito hummed. His fingers started playing with the end of your shirt.

Oh, right.

You weren’t surprised. Mahito had heavily hinted how deep his obsession with you went. The looks, the sensual touches. You expected something like this.

Expectation didn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking.

Your hesitance seemed to excite Mahito further. You’d barely touched your shirt before hands were gripping the hem to pull. Rebellion was instinctive. You jerked your shirt back, then you felt something sharp.

A claw, much bigger than Mahito’s other four fingers, was nestled beside your stomach. You could barely understand how he could change his body like that, how that could even be possible, when he pushed. He gently tapped on skin, not enough to draw blood, just a silent warning. Behave.

You immediately stilled.

“Good.” Mahito tugs your shirt off. “Much better.”

It isn’t cold, but you still shiver. The stinging in your eyes was back. You hunch over, covering your chest with your hands.

You’re not looking at Mahito anymore-you can’t- preferring to keep your eyes shut. He doesn’t seem to mind, at least he doesn’t seem to voice any complaints. Instead, he leans closer and you could feel something wet caress your bare shoulder.

A hot wet tongue tails over your clavicle, leaving a line of drool on your skin. You feel disgusted, dull sparks explode from where he touched you. He gripped your waist as his mouth found your neck and he bites.

You manage to suppress your shriek. It hurts. It was like Mahito was planning on actually eating you. He wanted to rip you apart, you were sure of it, leaving only bones behind.

He pulls away and, through slitted eyes, you can see his mouth is stained with blood-your blood. He’s panting, barely restrained fingers are running over your chest. They’re trailing down the strap of your bra. His hands are feverish, greedy. He looked like he needed more.

And you couldn’t stop him.

Mahito isn’t asking you anymore, more interested in just ripping your clothes off himself. He doesn’t bother trying to figure out the bra clasps, not when he can just slice the front, barely missing your flesh. You don’t have time to react before he’s meeting sensitive skin.

His hands are cold, it’s all what you can think as they travel to your tits, traversing your burning flesh. His fingers are too firm, pressing into your skin, hands of the inexperienced, but it’s sending shivers of something up your shoulders. And then you’re barely thinking because his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck again and bites again.

You aren’t ready for it, not with his touches being an already huge distraction. You aren’t ready and something small and needy pushes through your throat. A sigh.

You stiffen and Mahito’s pausing. His hands retract a bit, as if suddenly unsure and he’s pulling away, looking up. He tilts his head and you feel heat flood your cheeks. The taste of shame is fresh on your tongue.

He grins.

“Hey,” He whispers breathily, “Think you can do that again?”

It’s anger, you know it’s anger, and you’re about to scream before Mahito’s ducking back down, fingers clamping over your tits to squeeze.

He’s touching you everywhere, not giving a moment of reprieve. To him, you respond beautifully, reluctantly arching your back, giving him gasps and moans that seem to grow louder the more insistent he gets. He’s rough and you’re sure there’ll be marks tomorrow, constant reminders of what you’ve done today.

It’s so much and you’re barely noticing his hands trail down, past your stomach leaving cold trails in his wake. You don’t notice until you feel a tugging on your skirt and your eyes fly open as you realize far too late.

“Wait,” You start, trying to shift away. He doesn’t let you, “Wait, just wait please-”

You’re forgetting his threats, squirming and the beginnings of a rebel taking shape. Mahito’s quick to suppress, fluidly reaching over to pin you against the soft cushions. One hand on your hip, the other around your neck. He’s not squeezing. There’s just the tiniest hint of pressure, waiting.

His eyes are wide, giddy, as he scans your face, the redness in your eyes, your tear streaked face. You try to sink into the pillows as he leans closer, his tongue darting out to lick your cheek. Your tears, you faintly realize. You wondered if he could taste what he did to you, if he could distinguish the feelings of anguish, dread, fear, all nestled in salty water.

“Please.” You say again. A whisper. A beg.

His smile widens, but he doesn’t answer. He loves this. You know he does. After weeks of being unresponsive, Mahito can finally see you look at him, tremble, fear him, hate him.

He wants you to hate him even more.

You know you’re giving him exactly what he wants, but as he slides down your skirt, the fear in your heart palpitates again and you can’t help it. You can feel your heartbeat quicken on Mahito’s thumb. He’s feeling it too.

The skirt pools on the floor, the only thing you’re in is the ripped up bra and your panties. He shifts again, the hand leaves your neck as he sinks to the floor, right between your thighs. He leans his head against your thighs and you can feel his gray hair swish against your legs. It’s oddly soft. Almost human-like.

Everything about him is almost human-like.

“You’re oddly protective of this area,” He hums, eyes flicking up to engulf your looks of panic.

You don’t respond, but he isn’t really looking for an answer. Mahito instead focused on your rising heat, fingers just barely caressing the soft skin of your thigh. His hands suddenly clamp down in a squeeze. You jerk. He laughs. It’s cruel.

You think you could handle it when Mahito’s finger starts moving closer, just barely skimming your panties. You expected it. Predicated it. There was no way to get out of this. There’s still this feeling of dread that comes when he places a forefinger on your clothed slit, just barely moving up and down. There’s something else too. Something that you’re trying to push away. It’s strong, an urge, and you’re praying you’re stronger.

But his actions are growing bolder and the shame gives away to a dull spark of pleasure. You flinch. Mahito notices. It’s all the motivation he needs because he’s humming, head moving closer to latch onto your clothed pussy. You squeak, hips jerking as you try to shift away from the sudden heat. His hands keep you in place, as well as a sharp glance up.

His mouth is dripping with hot saliva. It completely soaks your panties as his tongue lurks out to press against the cloth. The heat and pressure engulfs your pussy and a gasp threatens to break from your mouth. You’re sucking in cold air, hoping it's enough to cool your body.

It isn’t.

He’s not quiet either. Mahito lets out a loud moan, pressing further into your clit. It sounds so dirty, and something warm swirls in your stomach again.

He leans back, and you think he’s finally done with tormenting you but the demon is just pulling out your panties. He lets the cloth fall to your ankles.

Mahito grins, clearly enjoying what he’s seeing. The satisfied look on his face makes something in you jolt.

“Is this what you were hiding?” Mahito reaches to push into your folds, “You’re dripping.”

Humiliation is suffocating. For once, you are glad these horrid sights are for you only.

He’s ducking down, this time paying close attention to your clit. It’s so much worse now. Your hands are reaching down, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to tug. He doesn’t even seem to care, humming in delight.

He didn't know what he was doing. His moments are too fast, then too slow, there’s no rhythm for you to hold on to. It’s mindless. Inexperience.

But it doesn’t matter because it’s working. It’s working and you’re sinking into the cushions, gasping as his tongue swirls circles around your clit. He’s slow, taking his time, building something up from scraps of you. Your hands no longer try to push him away but just hold on as your hips start to move on their own, reacting to his messy rhythm.

Unconsciously, you pull him closer.

He’s voicing his appreciation, actual words muffled by skin. You can feel his tongue raking up and down your slit, crudely taking it all in. His teeth carelessly bump against your clit. You hiss at that. He doesn’t bother apologizing.

Despite his attention diverting, he doesn’t let himself get too distracted. When your hand comes up to muffle your pathetic sounds, thick fingers wrap themselves around your wrists, yanking the appendage down to your hip. His groan of disapproval reverberates through you, and you suppress as shudder.

You barely get a hint, there’s just the slightest tease of a breath, the smallest lick, before his mouth is enveloping your clit to suck and you’re gone.

There’s an implosion, a sagging wave of pleasure and relief. You throw your head back, not even bothering to clamp down the scream as something good washes over your body. You are barely remembering to breathe. It’s too much and you feel yourself falling back to earth but you can’t you just can’t because Mahito’s picking up the pace, going faster and faster and-

Oh.

“You’re not stopping,” You gasp, “Why-why aren’t you stopping-?” The question is cut off by a dull moan, pulled out of you by Mahito’s feverish tongue.

He doesn’t answer, more intent on pressing harsher, pushing deeper, and you’re dizzyingly wondering if he’s trying to kill you, if this is how you’re going to go, trapped by unyielding pleasure. Too strong. Too much.

You’re forgetting the position you're in, your reluctant willingness, and you move to pull away, just for some relief. A harsh bite on your thigh makes you yelp.

Mahito’s still smiling. But there’s a warning in his eyes. A dull sort of annoyance.

“I’m not done yet,” He frowns, “So stay still.”

Warmth meets your oversensitive pussy again and it’s finally finally clicking in your messy mind. He’s experimenting. Exploring. He wants to know every inch of you. Every single step to make you crack. Every human weakness.

One down, a thousand more to go.

It’s after your second orgasm when he finally pulls away. The lower half of his face is covered in remnants of you. He’s greedily licking it up, not letting a single drop go to waste. You don’t have the mental capacity to be disgusted, breathlessly watching as he lifts himself off his knees, eagerly crawling over your exhausted body.

He’s not done with you, he’s not kind enough for that. Hands cage you on the couch, not leaving much room to escape. Lowering himself on top of you, Mahito’s quick to resume his earlier ministrations, glazing his tongue across your bare shoulder. Your skin is hot under his mouth. You jerk, arching your back, hoping to get away from his touch. All it does is give better access to your neck, which Mahito quickly indulges himself in.

“Fuck,” He pulls away, “I really can’t get enough of you.”

You peer up at him. Much to your dismay, he fiddles with his pants, impatiently jerking the fabric down. You try not to look but, much like a car crash that’s too horrific to not gawk at, you’re staring at the bulge in pants, flinching when something hot and blunt rests against your thigh.

“I haven’t really found a use for this,” He breathes lowly in your ear, “Well, I guess until now.”

He’s not patient, then again you never pegged him as someone who waits. He’s quick to angle himself with your wet hole, before thrusting his entire length in one single movement.

It hurts. You’re squeezing your eyes shut, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks. His hands move to settle on your hips, but other than that he doesn’t move. When the pain subsides, you peer up to look at him. Mismatched eyes stare back. You can’t tell what he’s thinking.

Without warning, he gives an experimental jerk. You wince, and your walls clench around his cock. He grins.

“That’s it,” He coos, starting a messy tempo, “Just like that.”

He doesn’t start off slow, why would he? It’s not like he’s your lover, overwhelming you with complete adoration, hoping you like this just as much as he does. He doesn’t care about your comfort, your likes, your preferences. Mahito just wants you to lay like that, underneath him, twitching and moaning and pliant. He wants to use you like a sex doll and you just have to take it.

Your mind is screaming all this to you, but your traitorous body is humming, slowly becoming more and more aroused by his movements. Your walls continue to betray you, letting his movements become less jerky, more fluid. Out of curiosity, he angles his hips a little forward, coincidentally hitting that spot inside you. You mewl.

“So loud,” He breathes, “I think you might like me.”

Not coherent enough to form words, you just glare. Offended, he continues to press on that spot, giving a lecherous grin when your eyes widen and you throw your head back in a silent scream.

He wasn’t watching before, but he certainly is now. You can feel his gaze raking over your face, drinking in every expression, every tremble, every gasp. Unlike you, he seems barely affected by what he’s doing. He’s far more interested in what he’s doing to you. His eyes are crinkled in a leering stare, and there’s a wide grin on his face. Disturbing. Unsettling.

He’s a fucking creep.

But you don’t have the luxury to cuss him out, do anything to really make him know it, because he’s picking up the pace, going faster than what should be humanly possible. When he starts to lean dangerously forward, your hands shoot out to grab his shoulders, pushing him as far away from you as you can. His fingers run across your body, tweaking your tits. Another moan spills out of your throat, reluctant pleasure overwhelms you.

He catches your mouth before you can shut it, jamming two fingers past your lips, depressing your tongue. Your eyes widen and it’s instinct to bite, lurch. He doesn’t let you get far, forcing your head back into the soft cushions.

You feel him spread his fingers on your tongue, pressing against the inside of your cheeks. He approves of what he sees because he laughs, rolling his hips in a way that has you keening. His fingers act like a gag, making you unable to anything but hum pathetically in his hold.

“Oh,” Mahito suddenly coos, “You’re drooling.”

Of course you are. Mahito doesn’t look the slightest bit disgusted, if anything, he looks eager.

You can’t do anything but shiver as he invades your space once again, removing his fingers to replace it with his mouth. It isn’t a kiss, it barely even resembles one. There’s too much teeth, too much pressure. It’s too greedy, too domineering, too much.

But you’re starting to see him be affected by this. Blood is rushing to his face; he looks drunk. Mahito’s grinning in pure euphoria, watching as you writhe and squirm underneath him. You think he gets off to this. How helpless you are beneath him.

He’s barely touched you, but it takes little time to finally fall. It’s sudden, this time. There’s no build up or slow wash of relief. It’s almost blinding. You see white as something something something barrels through your body. You seize, squeezing his cock tighter as you mindlessly ride your orgasm against him.

Mahito’s not far behind. He gives a short groan, humming into your mouth, before he gives a final shaky push. You feel something warm disperse into your pussy. You can’t even think to scream before he’s stilling above you, just moments away from feeling the pangs of overstimulation.

You two stay like that for a while. He doesn’t move, still deep inside you. He allows you to catch your breathing, barely even moving, content to just listen to your harsh breaths, your mind still fuzzy to truly understand what happened. At some point, your hands had moved, now lazily wrapped around his shoulders in and effort to stabilize you.

You’re breaking out of the haze when Mahito starts laughing. It’s giddy, slightly breathless. He breaks away from your lips, moving to bury himself in your sensitive neck. You can feel his hair again, soft on your skin.

“See?” He says, nuzzling your neck.

“I told you it’d be fun.”

#yandere mahito x reader #mahito #yandere jjk x reader #tw non-con #tw overstimulation #jjk #yandere #dark content #i feel like i should add more tags #but idk what #non con kissing #non con touching #Smut

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askfallenroyalty · 2 years

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since the epilogue is close to ending, here's some sketches of wip designs

this is very rambly so i'll add ID descriptions later, sorry. (its 4am for me rn)

Frisk looks too older, they've only aged 2 years. both chara and asriel's designs here are SO beta and non refined. I think this was drawn even before Flowey came out -I wasn't sure how much of the trans aspect was going to come into play. I initially wanted the comic to end with Chara and Asriel reconciling after the Toriel-Asriel Airplane Call scene, but realized that there was too much unsaid between the two that needed to be hashed out and the epilogue had enough to cover already.

It was going to be a last minute "oh btw, since coming home Asriel is trans now, deal with it" but THANK GOD i didn't just sneak it in like that and explored the topic in the comic instead.

I forgot where this artwork was saved so I tried to draw it back from memory a few months later:

Chara's form was starting to come together -i assume this was around the time that Chara got their boss monster form in the comic itself. I like that Frisk has a Bi flag shirt here -I should of gone with that! The cheeks are more square but ultimately I thought age 15 wouldn't allow for that much of a change. so yeah, this is what an adult frisk would look instead.

oh! for funsis: did you know i was originally going to have the other fallen humans be skeletons instead of different monsters?

I thought it was too similar to insanelyadd's skeleton fallen kids. I actually am friends with Addy now, but then I had to message and be like "🥺is it ok if i also do this i swear i'm not copying" to which they were chill about. ultmatly i felt the designs were to Sans-like and didn't allow for much creativity. (also why tf does Hol have green instead of cyan colors what was wrong with my computer or me in 2018 lmao

I always wanted to show the kids age and progress throughout the comic. oh my god the hair is SO anime here ouch! anyway I wanted Chara to really lean into the "prim and proper" role they give themself. I thought it was so cool to have them cut their hair short in the back and have long hair in the front. (wait. wait, thats what Chara does now in the epilogue. huh.)

honestly??? i like "pissed off librarian" vibes this frisk has here. Also weird to see my Frisk without an afro!

sadly no beta adult asriel designs. no idea why i never drew any then.

Here's me figuring out how Chara should have a monster form -here's proto boss monster chara, as you can see i planned out the red hair aspect early on enough that this was before the timeskip happened.

um. anyway, pre-epilogue concept sketches. I think Raine had bird wings at this stage?? dang wild. Don't ask why Franky looks like a new yorker paper boy. Hol looks too much like a raggedy ann which is funny. Ursus... well, they probably won't look much different.

Hol eye concept art. done before they were revealed in the comic itself. ..........less said about this the better

And lastly, chara's boss monster design drawn right before they showed up. First one drawn <- left to right <- You can see I wanted Chara to have a hippy/punk design, but realized like, that jacket was going to be a binch to draw over and over. so i simplified it, and then was like, "ok this is TOO plain, i need SOME detail" and got very close to the final version.

alright since I know some people like color ref sheets, here

Continue Arc full cast. Was SUPER annoying to scroll thru to find the right character lmao

hol's prequel story color ref -actually changed the Berry's hair color last minute and never got around to updating the color sheet. was very annoying to hand-color pick from a previous page instead of using the ref :/ smh @/ me

Baker's Trouble.

OLDIE. From the Start Again? and Christmas sections of the tumblr version. God. Hol is so small. Asriel looks like a mess. Good lord.

Cancelled Christmas Arc. Chara was supposed to meet up with Asriel on a boat offshore of Monsterland for Christmas, but turns out Asriel was using Chara as publicity. Except... not fully. He did want to meet up with Chara, but they get the wrong impression that Asriel was only doing this for image's sake. It'd explore how the public views Chara as an idolized figure and how Frisk plays into that too.

Anyway the story was too ambitious and I should of started this on December 1st instead of days before Christmas. Plus, I wasn't happy with how I started it and the vibes were off. I might have this as a side story in the redraw but idk

Back to the Epilogue. I changed Asriel's dress just a little bit to improve the body shape silhouette (the dress is so plane its like she's wearing a towel! gah! I should have added SOME flair to that dress dang it!) anyway the dress is more... swooshy? swirly? and the teal ties up to the neck which works nicely with the heart locket and bow combo. Actually. Shit. Why didn't I just put the locket OVER the bow i'm so stupid that'd be so much easier-

If I could redo it, I'd make some changes...

now here's the cousin and sib groups here. Flowey is actually a little TOO big and not up to scale which is funny hehe (also more blocky looking??? weird) In the Redraw version I'm modifying Raine's dress to have a sash and other details, this thing is TOO plain. Franky's Mad Scientist like outfit could of just been an actual labcoat and ideally, the fact that Franky wasn't at the party could of foreshadowed that they knew it was going to be reloaded.

(...Which, actually, Chara's surprise was a surprise for me as well. That was a impulsive idea that came to me when we were getting very close to meeting with Chara again. Thus I couldn't foreshadow it. Redraw WILL have better foreshadowing U_U;)

ACTUALLY SCREW IT for the remainder of the epilogue, i made some changes I wanted to add detail and change some designs a tad -mainly to make the designs more distinct from each other and for story continuity. (AKA: Asriel and Papyrus are supposed to be the only "red scarf" wearers. Asriel's bowtie is knitted like a scarf. previously, hol and yun had red bows which made this match up less distinct. mew Mew's design was a little too similar to Sans' and Alphys and needed some changes.)

anyway i think thats all i can share now! thanks for reading and hope you guys keep following the redraw. I really really want a completed version of this story that's not missing holes. i want AFR to be complete and well, even with the epilogue ending, it won't be "done" for a long while. But thank you guys, it's been a journey!

If you hadn't guessed, I might be finishing the epilogue today (tomorrow for me, cause i'm going to bed in a few minutes). Depends on how much I manage to draw today, but yeah. Chara is going to the party, we'll get to say hi, close some loose ends and come to end. worst case scenario, i'll have to do a little comic to tie it off (like I did with the main storyline's ending) at a later date and this will be the end of the ask-able portion of the epilogue.

#redraw #meta #ooc #afr

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milf-harrington · 3 years

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sleepy dragon!mai as yet another excuse just to draw a dragon

[image description: a sketch of a dragon. she is laying down and facing to the left, her mouth open in a big yawn. her wings are lifted slightly and have very large hooked talons on the elbows. her tail curls around to the foreground of the drawing, and the end of it is shaped like one of Mai's daggers. the word "YAWN" is written by the open mouth, with my signature between the head and the wings. end id.]

#i just..... really like dragons ajfsdjk #this was v fun to draw #dragon!mai #mai as a dragon #not coloured tho #described #it was so hard to figure out how i'd describe the way she's laying so i just... didn't #OH WAIT I FORGOT TO ADD AN ID TO THE OTHER DRAWING #my art

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bangtanger · 3 years

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CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

was thinking for 84 hours where should i post it but as its my creator blog i m doing it here <3 i was tagged by @taemaknae @suhdays @ynki @honsool @jjeongukie @taeyungie @dearbangtansonyeondan @lifegoesmon @everythingoes @flipthatjacketjiminie @yoongi-bts @jiminslight @hopekidoki @cowboyjinbop @yoonqiful @jcngkooks @pjmsdior @hobeah @balenciaguks @jinvant @hobibestboy @vjimin @yoongikook AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME T_T ik maybe its not a big deal but its a big deal to me and im touched :(((((((((((( also gimme some time to check all ur posts 👉👈 also im in a mood to say that ive collected many pokemons here djfksfhsakjddld ok nvm

also sorry for a long post ik tmblr fvcks things up sometimes when there is keep reading so dont fight me plz <3

❀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020

ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol 1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀ a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀ a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀ a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL

❀ some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

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unclejuho · 5 years

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sf9 in london event + concert experience ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

this is my 5k essay on what happened 190512 // enjoy reading!!!

so i got to the venue at 11pm the night before bc i was so stressed by the other concerts (ppl at la started lining up at 6pm??) i really wanted to be near the front since im coming all way from the netherlands anyways i better go big or go home!!!! so like i waited there for an hour amongst other fans who were still waiting from a diff concert and when they left other fantasy arrived so we started queueing up. i rlly have to thank sf9 uk casue they were so nice to me and they kept letting me use their hotel next door to let me go to the bathroom and change ♥️

i ended up getting nr1 (or nr21 ig isbdhs) so!!!! we did it LMAO succesfully got a good spot even though my feet and butt were dead by the time anything even happened,, its so hard to wait for 16+ hours to go to a concert but its sf9 so who cares about health 🤡 we didnt get knifed and a lot of ppl came up to ask who the fuck we were waiting for hdbshsh it was so funny

so i started handing out my juho stuff ofc and ppl seemed to like it!!! so im glad haha eventually even i didnt have any anymore so i was happy ppl liked it!

skip to like 1pm which is when the members arrived at the venue, i was a lil late noticing cus i was waiting for those signed narcissus albums but i ran to the front anyways n saw youngbin chani tae leave the van (like what they posted in the travel preview) so that was!!!!! jdbdbsb they were so unbothered it was so cute so i went to get my albums and came back to line (i got all hwiyoung pcs oshshah)

also there were so many other fans handing out fanmades it was so sweet the entire atmosphere was fantastic bc everyone was nice to eachother, rlly everyone i talked to was super sweet!!! also so many fansites with slogans or fans so i went broke once more but it was all worth it theyre so pretty...

at like 4.30 was the special event which lmao i rlly was so tired and i got sooo nervous i had my already signed fanfare from mwave bc if ure gonna sign any album it should be fanfare (looking at ALL the ppl that gave them narcissus) sooo us 20 were led upstairs to some sort of bar area and they had a long table w water bottles so we had to wait a lil while the staff checked our signed items if they were ok and then we had to form a line to wait (they were late) i met another dutchie so that was nice hdhshsh

finally the members walk out and im shaking bc baek ju is the first to enter the room!!! he was wearing that leopard sweater and i didnt even hate his mullet seeing it upclose...

jae was wearing that stupid unbottoned shirt skbssbsb and he came in giving ALL the fanservice like him and inseong were here for the entire thing osbdbsb the other members just sat down and sociaized with eachother like yb kept being adorable and pulling faces at the table it was everything and i couldnt see rowoon bc ppl were standing in front of him but i was!!!! shaking already bc whos idea was it to start off this event with fucking rowoon lmao is like immediate heart attack! ju was last which was oof...

so i had like ideas of what i wanted to talk abt w each members but lmao??? i didnt talk abt any of it to any member my mind was so shook...

first up was rowoon and he just hdhshsh???? the eye contact of this man and just seeing him upclose was so intense tf he rlly was.. so gorgeous n bc of his hair up his eyes looked even bigger n shimmered and the pics rlly dont do him justice... so the first thing i said was wow so handsome bc why not.. i was gagged indeed hdbdbsb he said like woooow our debut album and you already have it signed oabdbs i didnt explain the entire mwave thing bc wud he understand haha but he opened n he saw the pic of himself hes like what do u like better me now or me here??? me being myself im like fanfare bc ur hair down is so cute oahdhshs i rlly not a narcissus hag anyways but fanfare was best rowoon as always... so rowoon did his sign and i asked him to do sky castle impersonation he didnt understand so i just repeated sky castle he was like ah the voice thing im like yes cha minhyuk isbdbsh so he did the fucking thing and i was dying lmao great to have seen it in the flesh ofc...

after rowoon was taeyang and taeyang!!!! was so hyper and attentive like hdnsb whenever u see him in vids hes usually very casual but he was soooo sweet and he too was like ahhh fanfare he took a while to say but he said his heart was still in there hdhdhsh so i was 🤧🤧 i just asked tae if he was doing okay or if he wasnt feeling tired and he said he was doing great bc i was there im like dying hdhshsh so i said yah me too!!!!

jae was after taeyang n jae was jdhshshs soooo into it i know korean fans say ppl change biases to jae after meeting him and i have to say i can see why!!! i didnt rlly know what to say to jae beforehand but he said oooo i really love london and im like haha i dont like it here im like im from the netherlands so he was shocked he said thank you for coming to travel here and he held my hand isbdbsbsb

next was inseong and... the eye contact level was sooo severe he rlly threw all into it hes like hi thank you for coming so much so i was wearing this shirt w a 🥩 on it and im like inseong do u like my shirt bc i know u love meat iahdhahsh so he was laughing n said yea wow this is my favorite shirt oshdhshs rlly had me going LOL he asked if it was my first time seeing them im like yea but im going to korea in the summer tho oshdhshs he said that was great n asked how long i was staying for,,, so im like im going a month so he asked why i was going so long im like im going for u!!! hdbshsb he gave me some hearts and i moved on ndhsbsab

so chani was next up and he looked so shy,,,, im sad bc i forgot to say everything i wanted to say to him at the beginning and i was just like chaniiiiiii and he laughed and signed my album before i went i quickly pushed in a URE MY FAVE DANCER n he highfived me hdhsbs

so youngbin was next and i... lmao... i was weak haha he just read my name hes like hiiiii gia im here being depressed saying HI YOUNGBIN I LOVE U SM thank u sm for everything u do for us and i shit u not my eyes like tearing up oshdbsbs yb asking me how im feeling im like YEA GREAT tears in my eyes oabdbs i rly couldnt speak otherwise id actually have them roll down my face so i just nodded and moved on iabsbs

hwiyoung im so sorry... i was still emo from yb and i even forgot to say happy birthday like pls hit me... hwi cheered for the fanfare album and im like yess hwi i love ur hair here i love the blonde;; hwi thanked me for coming

next up was dawon and jdbsbs i came in saying hi fantasy president so he said yeeee fantasyyyyy and hes an unbothered legend oabbdhssbn he signed quickly and within a minute i was away again jdhdhs

so juho.. my god oshdhshwh hes so:((( pretty let me breathe liek... i came there im like juho i love u oahdhshsh hes just nodding his way going to sign my album and he drawing that heart stickman so im like i have a question can u draw— hes like this is my signature drawing LUCKILY i drew the jucasso next to my name so im like pointing at it being like lmao boy we dont want this heart flop bdhdhsh so he quickly drew it and i said i hope u feel better soon and i was off again,,, rlly dawon and juhos signing went so quick...

so we moved on to the pictures and they were grabbing the chairs and ju was standing all way back at first but then no members went to sit on the chairs oahdhs so JUHO THE MAN WENT FOR THE SEAT NEXT TO THE MIDDLE HDHSHSH and hwi on the other side and jae behind so im blessed like juho... he rlly did it... hdhshsh i quickly go to grab one of my banners bc im like bitch i gotta fucking rep for it now otherwise i wudnt know a pose anyways oahdhshs so i quickly took off my glasses as well

so its my turn im going up and sitting down and like handing this banner to ju and hes like ???? oh???? he quickly reads it n was impressed hdbsb so there was one pic and tae was sitting next to ju and wanted to read what was on the banner so he turned to us but then we had to take another pic so he had to turn back quickly again oahdhshsh and then i had to go again but as i walked away ju was explaining to the members what was on my banner so i :((((

after everyones picture was taken they said goodbye and waved and inseong stayed behind a lil to joke abt drinking beer (i rlly hate him but also me?) and then they left and we got our merch bags n went back downstairs

so i quickly ran over to my bestie to tell her abt it before realizing we had to line up to go inside for the concert so i was like stressed running away i rlly almost lost my first spot LOL but we were let inside the venue i had like 50 bags but i ran to the front and BLESS IT there was like tiny space left at the left side which is were i wanted to be bc juwoon!!!!!! so i rly did get barrier thank god i could put down all my bags as well and the fantasy next to me were great as well!!!!

// i’ll add the concert later as im tired rn and this is already 5k osjbhdbhjas

#sf9 concert #thsi is sooo long wtf #hate this oashjbdbajsd

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 9

oh goody!

well this is it. the Date Chapter. the chapter, in which, the Date happens. lowkey im so fucking hype for this stupid goddamn chapter AAAAAAAAAAAA this is when the sexy got kicked up about seven notches and i know its gonna be a fucking twenty from here on out so LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO

“Is this your date, Ms. Fall?” he asked.

Cinder didn’t look away from Glynda. “Mhm.”

STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GODDAMN GATE WE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A SECOND TO EVEN GATHER OURSELVES JUST STRAIGHT UP HUH!!!!!!!!! ‘is this your date’ im legally dead

What the fuck.

already im fucking THRIVING im so glad this chapter’s mood got encapsulated within the first ten seconds and im definitely gonna have to re-read this chapter for the full unannotated experience OOOOOOOOOH MY GOD IM SO READY

Glynda’s thoughts ricocheted inside her head like coins left in a dryer. A part of her couldn’t understand what was happening and disengaged. The rest of her, grasping for purchase in all this, reasoned that going with Cinder was better than staying here confused, alone, and utterly displaced.

glynda ‘i aint ever had a gf before’ goodwitch at her PEAK right here. like GOD shes gone from ‘cinder’s trying to murder me’ to ‘cinder just plopped me right into a date’ like CINDER. CINDER YR CHANGING GEARS SO FAST. YOU DIDNT EVEN SEND FLOWERS OR ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

is it because shes a u-haul lesbian or

Higher, Glynda realized the dress itself was backless, revealing the black tattoo she’d seen so often before, perfectly centered between sharp shoulder blades.

this gay energy is BONKERS, quite frankly??????? where did cinder get her dress from? why does she have it? did she buy it just for this fuckery? or will she pull the ‘i just had a this lil number laying around’ line????????? does she wanna seduce glynda to death?????? was this PLANNED OR DID SHE JUST DECIDE SHE WANTED A DATE AND WTH LIFE REALLY IS SHORT ON REMNANT THESE DAYS?????????? cinder fall please explain your workings to the class

maybe Glynda wasn’t the only one who’d become adept at reading her opponent.

👏 when 👏 will 👏 they 👏 kiss 👏 already 👏👏👏👏

me: this is a slowburn also me: if u assholes dont give me this in the next ten seconds-

“Unarmed? As if you could be so helpless.”

cinder’s style of flirting is just. commentating on a person’s deadliness. that’s IT it’s the only TRICK SHE HAS and its working, is the thing,

im reading the description of the table and remembering the shitpost and oh my god i have to draw this???? hell IS real!!!!!! COULDNT YALL JUST TOSS EM IN A PLAIN BOX,

Cinder eyed her from her bastion of dark cushions,

cinder, ass-deep in cushions: this is peak cuddle territory come and join me

Cinder, for her part, seemed delighted Glynda had noticed. Touching the pendant more gently than Glynda might have ever thought her capable of, Cinder said, “Yours? You didn’t seem to mind parting with it.”

im still deeply enjoying this powermove the novelty NEVER wears off (and at risk of light spoilers i do enjoy its place in this story 👀)

Cinder let the necklace drop, settling against the swell of her bust once more,

/lightly coughs 👀👀👀

im losing my MIND at how gay this bit is i physically cannot HANDLE IT and if they even describe the meal once im gonna pop off cause i am. SO HUNGRY RN. AAAAAAAAAAAA

Cinder indicated a dish of lamb and vegetables, served on a bed of rice and drizzled in some sort of sauce.

SRY THIS ISNT GAY BUT OH MY GOD IM SO HUNGRY I WANNA E A T I T THAT SOUNDS SO GOOD UGHGHGHGHGHGH WHY DID THIS CHAPTER HAVE TO BE TODAY OF ALL THE DAYS,

Glynda cleared her throat, working out: “The Grimm.”

like. GOD WE KNOW GLYNDA IS JUST SO FUNCTIONALLY BAD AT CONVERSATION BUT OF ALL THE THINGS glynda please just. just. stop thinking abt her sexy tattoos for a fifth of a second,

“You can control them.” A sedate blink. For all the world, Glynda might have just commented on the weather.

which is a faux pas for a date!!!!!!!!!!! at least tell her the DRESS IS SEXY WE ALL KNO WHATS WHAT YR THINKIN ABT

Glancing down as though it were being pointed out to her for the first time, Cinder shrugged and adjusted the end of the glove a little higher on her bicep. “And?”

a quick aside im enjoying how like... visually expressive cinder is in this remaster! i can see her facial expressions and her motions really clearly in my mind’s eye which is a fun little boon if only because i have to redraw this nonsense hjsgdfjhfksgd but cinder’s got a Good Face this time around! A QUALITY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You should know by now, there’s something about you that’s simply irresistible to Grimm.”

HERE COMES THE PLOT (and a single surviving line so far... this one sentence has survived all the world could throw at it... we stan)

Cinder straightened, and Glynda saw that this was what she’d been waiting for.

“It isn’t every day the great Glynda Goodwitch kneels before her adversary, is it?”

HELLO??????????????????????????? WHATS THIS WORDING????????? honestly tho for a second i thought she meant like. quite literally and i thought id missed some PROPER SHIT RIGHT THERE BUT YEAH WTH!!!!!!! C I N D E R

“You cheated. You can’t beat me on your own.”

yes glynda we gathered that yr a top

“Really, Glynda? Poison?” she sneered, something like offense simmering in her expression. “After all this?”

looks at the camera

anyway,

god im literally losing grasp of words to say because theres such a charged mood in this scene............. theyre brushing fingers............ trading jabs.......... im slurpin it up babey!!!!!!!! this rly is the BEST remaster of this whole scene it DESERVES this wordcount!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Beat you,” Cinder corrected. “And call it a point of pride.”

yes cinder we gathered yr a brat,

this dynamic is why this fic is so fuckign good when will winter have a swift return to add even more fuckery to this wild ride

Then, with a heavy-lidded look, Cinder found Glynda’s hand between them, the touch so sudden and daring that Glynda flinched. The fabric of those gloves was smooth against Glynda’s flesh, and for all that cruelty had marked every other instance of contact between them, Cinder was surprisingly gentle.

whomp there go my nuts

WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO MADE THE EXECUTIVE CHOICE TO ADD THIS LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO???????????? im losing my BRAINCELLS

What she wasn’t ready for was for Cinder to guide her hand to her own throat and hold it there.

THERE IS IT THERE’S THE KINK IT’S BEEN SPOTTED

oh my GOD what even IS THIS WHO ADDED THIS SECTION WHO ALLOWED THIS TO COME TO P A S S WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS RN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO????????? HEWWO??????????

Now… Now Cinder interested her.

tbh how can i liveblog this? what commentary can i POSSIBLY add that we arent already all THINKING. we just launched into a level of hell so deep that lucifers gonna have to pull some goddamn tricks to follow us down here!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS THIS SCENE! THIS MOMENT! IM SCREAMING

Glynda mirrored the expression back at him, and finally, he coughed, not making strong eye contact with either of them. He set their plate before them and hurried out without so much as a check-in.

i just KNEW that was gonna happen JHGDSFGJHKSDF he was gonna walk in on SMTHNG but i didnt think itd be CINDER’S CHOKING KINK,

okay i took a break and ate my weight in roast chicken and we’re back babey

Almost nervously, her fingers carded through her own dark hair, and there, among the locks, Glynda spotted a glimpse of something white, structured and ridged.

AND I AM INSTANTLY KNOCKED BACK UPON MY ASS 👈W👈H😨A👈T👈

It was easier to ignore the rest of it—whatever it was.

glynda you are a fool and a moron im withering into DUST

On no level had she expected those to be Glynda’s words.

then what... did she expect... well probably -- and rightly so -- ‘bitch WHAT ARE THOSE’ TBH

wait sorry i have to jump back because i forgot customary fingerguns on the most brazen bit of Shit yet:

Cinder was occupying herself with something else: the head of a dragon, perched over the door and staring down at the two of them with red, glossy eyes.

👈👈👈😎👈👈👈

okay BACK TO THE FIC

Fangs snapped together around the word.

aka back to me horni

/chanting TEETH! TEETH! TE

okay but the reason i doubled back to catch that fingergun is because we’re getting ass-deep into plot now!!!!!!!!!!! WITCHES AND DRAGONS BABEY......... HERE’S WHAT OFFAL HUNT IS ALL ABT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant rly drop more fingerguns than that because any astute reader will start realising the dots im shouting abt and honestly half the fun of this fic is the ride so >:3c

“Funny. I was sure he would have told you.”

that blow was so low i think cinder hit the concrete with that one

oh god theyre gonna get to the bit and i-

“Is that what all of this has been about? You called me here to remind me that I'm autistic?”

/SCREAMS

The words were delivered firmly, calmly, but Cinder’s response was the opposite, sudden upheaval seizing her. Her expression opened in something akin to panic. “Wh—no? What? No! That's not what I—”

/SCREAMS

oh my GOD CINDER YOU HAVE FUCKED UP LEGENDARILY!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD SHE WAS FELL ASS-FIRST ONTO A LANDMINE OH MY GOD

offal hunt v1 cinder: im totally in control and im playing glynda every step of the way

offal hunt v2 cinder: OH JESUS OH FUCK OH NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT-

Cinder seemed genuinely stressed now, speaking quicker as though trying to bury the last sixty seconds.

i knew this remaster would have sections that would blow me away but this bit really took the fcuking cake DGHSJFSJHFDG holy SHIT this is AMAZING

It was difficult to tell in the low light, but if Glynda wasn't mistaken, there was a bright flush of embarrassment coloring Cinder’s cheeks.

this is SUCH prime content hey remember in one of the early liveblogs that cinder would descend into full dork? WELL THE DESCENT CAME EARLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /pops bottles

“Cinder.” There was a very real line of threat in Glynda’s tone. “Don’t.”

oh this whole scene just keeps getting better i am LOVING this dynamic now!!!!!!! before it was all pretty one-sided so having the conversation rock back and forth is 👌👌👌

That Witch soul of yours—it was designed to void out everything but the prey before you. To be numb to all human emotion. To focus on the hunt and nothing else.

finally the fruit of 50% of my fingerguns COMES TO LIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! PLOT PLOT PLOT

“This is bullshit.” Jabbing an accusing finger at Cinder, Glynda said, “You’re a liar. You’re a criminal!”

i LOVE glyndas pottymouth in this its such a good like... change from her being strict and formal and teachery and now shes full on gremlin huntress hell YES BABY!!!!!!!!!! GO OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“There’s all kinds of things I bet he never told you.” Cinder continued. “Did you know he was close to your predecessor? The Witch who came before you—they were inseparable.”

SRY IM LIKE STRUGGLIN TO COMMENTATE because so much of this like. speaking as an Old-Ass Reader this is like. a LOT! A LOT HAS CHANGED and yet,,,, stayed the same,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yall kids WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL CHAPTER LIKE................ 15 FOR THIS SHIT (but like. chapter 15 was different because this chapter used to be like chapter 7? so now everythings moved along so chapter 15 doesnt sound that impressive but trust me it was a different fic back then)

When they fell away, burnt and ruined, she could see Cinder’s bare arms for the first time. The red lines drawn across her skin sloped down the entire length of her arms, circling her elbows, carved into her wrists. They ended right at her hands, ensuring any long-sleeved garment would hide them. Every covered inch of her was filled like a canvas, like abstract art.

lets pause the fight scene for glynda to be gay!!!!! god im. okay look i said this earlier but im so glad we have more cinder like this tbh. the first version was rly lacking w/ cinder content until late-game when the plot sorta. got itself going? but now we’re eye-deep in this content i LOVE cinder i love this WEIRDO who is a HUGE LOSER and IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Glynda could not dispel the fear that she had been telling the truth.

and after committing Some Amount In Damages, we’re at the end of the chapter!

okay so i really enjoyed this version SO MUCH MORE. everything abt it was polished and worked together so much better and it really needed the space to breathe in its own chapter. its been horny, gay, intense, hilarious, and way more in one chapter and its SO good this really is PEAK offal hunt!!!!!!!!!!!! good job diesel and kc but im still going to murder you both,

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog

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a-rat-and-a-blob · 6 years

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Drabble Arch: A Chimera’s Cry - Latching and Leeching

This is the sixth chapter of the story A Chimera’s Cry. If you want to read the previous chapters, go over to the fanfiction.net page! (link)

3 days. It would take 3 days to get it ready.

It's nothing more than a cave on the side of the shore, but it's far away from here and it's particularly hard to get in without my stretchy arms and legs. Those two alone made it perfect. I just need to fix anything that can go wrong, but it shouldn't be hard. That's always my job up there in Zaun. Fixing anything that could go wrong, vents, crimes, and all. Not really good at it myself, but I at least have experience.

However, as I look around the vacant sewer room one last time with only a bag of me and Scratch's stuff, trashbag beds and one sole lantern, I feel the dreading sense of sadness looming over my shoulder, like being in the dark and cold shade of a shadow. The empty room only echoed the creaking and dripping of pipes and nothing else. I hear the echoes in my dreams and I hear it when I'm awake. What would it be like? This place being so eerily silent as it is right now for days, months, years. Even Twitch stopped banging the door for insistence of being let in. I can barely hear him scream at intruders or cry at failures. This sewers has been my home ever since they died, yet even days before we would leave forever, I can't even recognize it. I somewhat missed it.

And yet look what happened. I've supported a psychopathic rat. I've went with his delusions of superiority. I've told myself a lie that he would ever get better. My parents have always told me there were good and bad people in the world. Right and wrong. Hero and villain. I've seen it myself. The chem baron that murdered my parents and now the rat that sees people as nothing more than tools. I used to be his friend. I used to call him a friend. He even plans to take over the world for crying out lo-

I suddenly feel a slight tug at my leg. I look down to find the brown rat looking up to me with a stained napkin. I smile as I hold Scratch up. "Aw.. Look at you! You finished breakfast and actually used your napkin this time," I shout happily. "Guess you're not just a typical dirty rat anymore, huh? You're a civilized rat!" I scratch behind ears. He giggles happily in comfort, dropping the napkin on the floor. It used to be Twitch's favorite scratching spot.

Once the scratching stopped, I place him down. I grab the napkin and throw in a separate garbage bag. "There. Just remember to put the dirty stuff in the bag, ok pal? Maybe if you keep this up, I'll buy you a bowtie. I bet you look cute in a bowtie!" Scratch just tilts his head, staring into me trying to translate what I said in understandable terms. I forgot he didn't know much about the surface. Not yet. Maybe in a safer note, he will learn more about it. He would learn how great people can actually be!

I grab a stick of green chalk and moved over to a wall with the lantern. I proceeded to draw a small, skinny, smiling rat on the boards with a scarf, some scars, and a chipped ear. I give him a small bowtie and a cute little top hat, and, for the finishing touch, I add a small monocle. "..And there!" I said in satisfaction. "See. That's you! There's the bowtie and the hat and the little fancy eye-thing. I think you would look like a refined gentle-rat if I do say so myself. Heh. Y'know... I have a large tie in the bag. I could show it to you if you want!"

"..........Uh. Scratch?" I look towards him and he sits there silent, not looking at the picture, but the many others on this wall. I even forgot the many stories told here. The many drawings we made together. The heroic tales of Blitzcrank and ZAC. The heroes up against villains from evil witches to robotic dragons. There was even the drawing of the two of us, looking to the sun, to the future, in our capes and super-suits, ready for anything that the world can dish out.

Scratch looks at me as we shared the wistful thought.

"Heh... We'll be leaving... but that doesn't we'll forget these now, don't we?"

The answer didn't comfort him. He looks down, forlorn.

Suddenly, I have an idea. I go to the bag that holds all of my stuff and take out an old camera. I used to hide this camera far away from Twitch as possible in the fear that he would break it. It was my dad's old camera, and he would take pictures of him and Mom all the time to show off in the house, but in secret, he would take pictures of me growing up.

"Hey," I call out to him. "Look at this." I showed him the pictures. "During my entire life growing up, my parents would take these pictures. They're me when I was just a child. There's me as a little cute bloblet in a petri dish with my parents caressing me and there's me sitting on my parents lap for a picture playing with some metal toy, I think I was trying to make it form Atomic man, heh, and there's me growing to the lengths of my dad! There's the wall where I would measure my heights for all the 10 years I've been with them. I never grew ever since that day.."

Scratch looks at the picture with wide eyes at the clearness of the detail and how real it looks. To think that ZAC was once that size.

"And.. maybe I should do the same with you. With these pictures. So we'll remember our first times together forever." I look over to the wall. "How about we start?" I grab the camera from him and posed for a picture. I aimed for the little drawing of us two in the sunset with our superhero capes. We worked on that together. "All you gotta do is line up the shot you see in this camera and press this button.."

Click!

"Lookie here Scratch. Our first photo," I whispered happily as I showed the phto to him. Pretty dim, but still works. "Now we can just put in on the wall with our new home."

Suddenly, I hear the faint ringing of the bells of Zaun. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Eight AM.

"Oh no. Guess I'm running out of time," I said as I got up. "Don't wanna leave, but.. I can't let Zaun get any worse! Heh. Besides, I need to deal with something.." I take out the ID of Mont Grimes, plagued by multiple dried bloodstains from the incident. Even the IDs presence haunts me and Scratch. I see him shivering and backing off as I revealed it from my substance. "Hey. I'm ZAC. I've dealt with monsters before. That's what heroes do, ok?"

I give the camera back to him. "Now. Remember the rules. No opening that door in any circumstance, y'hear? No letting anyone in. Just like those people are counting on me, I'm gonna count on you for one important task. I trust you to take pics of the best stories."

Scratch looks up in response.

"I'm trust your fine taste, gentle-rat! And I trust you to be my hero today! I can't wait to see what photos you take when I come back for lunch."

Scratch nods, smiling and holding his camera up firmly and proudly. I smiled.

"Good. Anyways. Gotta go, can't keep Zaun waiting! See you at lunch."

I leave the room before hearing the first clicks being made. I walk to the surface, lost in thought.

I stopped at the intersection between me and the path to Twitch's lair. I look the direction of his lair, still puzzled at the silence both in sound and emotion. I feel my first steps going in that direction, but I stopped. I was growing attached again, and I can't get attached to a delusional psychopath.

I walk to the surface and enjoyed the soothing sewer's silence.

The chaos would come back eventually, and I don't think I'd want to be here when it does.

I look at the ID carefully, eyeing the tan, brown haired man carefully through the dried bloodstains.

I didn't hear much about the metallic, crow creature in quite some time. I never heard any attacks happening in the surface. Maybe he's gone forever?

A chill reach my spine as I said that. I remember it quite clearly. The shattering of lights and the crumbling of buildings surround me.. It could attack again. Everyone felt it. The commercia wasn't the happy place it was before. Rarely anyone goes outside, and people often stray away from the darker alleys of Zaun. Rumors spread daily of the whereabouts of this crow-man and they begins to nest and fester in my mind like the plague they are. Rumor aren't exterminated until certainty is there. Until they see this creature's corpse.

This was my only lead, and possibly my only suspect; it would explain how someone could invade the high class commercias, and even if he was wrong, someone gets their ID back.

From the top of a building, I gaze up at the towers of the college of techmarturgy. Many people were eager to go in and learn from the many prestigious professors. I've never really been to school myself, but I had enough science in my life honestly.

As I move from crack to crack and through the pipes, I sense many unique emotions to the college. Some new coming freshmen were eager to start learning. Some were excited to do a project that they would claim would be their magnum opus.

I felt hope. Hope for a new and bright future. Hope for a nice life in the promenede or even Piltover. Hope to get their family out of the sumps. And hope that I would solve the mystery once and for all. I feel my pace going quicker and quicker as I go to the main office for their records.

As I begin to move further away from the students, the emotions become faded. They're now just echoes fading in the wind. I only hear the faint scratching of the pen and typing of the typewriter. I move deeper and deeper until I hear nothing.

I seep through the small cracks of the pipes and find myself hanging on the ceiling with shelves upon shelves of records below me. The only thing illuminating it all was dim lights that marked the doors, but it shouldn't be an issue. Sewers were always dark for me.

I let go of the ceiling and let myself land on the floor.

SPLAT!

The sounds echos through the wide room. I froze in place. I tried to hear the footsteps of people taking notice of my intrusion. None came.

With a sigh of relief, I begin to look at the letters marked on the shelves. It seems that it was marked by last name. I went over to the Gs...

Suddenly, I feel a sharp presence cutting through my skin. It was undeniably strong. The intensity flooding through me quickly, driving all senses and recognition away. What was it? Anger? Displeasure? Sadness?

I look into the direction of the aura and see the dim red light of a door.

I steered away from it, running as fast as I can to find "Grime" on the shelves and hide in safety. I all over to scour for it.

"Gm.. Gn.. Go... Gr.. GR!"

I jump at the sight of finding and scour the folder. The aura became much stronger. I felt my fists clenching. My head heating. I slam the files around the shelves to search for it, but I also notice someone else. Someone who's.. quiet. And unflinching. Cold. His emotions were faint, but I could see it. There were two of them.

At long last, I finally found Mont Grimes. I slammed the file on the floor. I couldn't hear the echoing sounds anymore. All I could hear was anger and resentment. They were nearing the door.

I glance at the folder and it had a big red stamp that said "Expelled". I look at the files and switched between them one by one. Grades, Attendance, Projects.

"CREAK!"

The door opens. All the lights on the ceiling were turned on. I took the paper at the top and shoved the folder back in its spot. I quickly ran, avoiding their line of sight and tried to make as little as a sound as possible. Once that was done, I seeped into a crack on the floor for hiding..

"WE MUST DO SOMETHING HEAD MINISTER! They're going to blame us for this monster!"

"I know professor. You need not remind me of Grimes."

"When all of our efforts to make this a reputable college is on the line? Disasters in the sumps isn't our business. Anything can happen in the sumps, but.. THIS! The higher ups will know. The students talked about it now."

"Enough."

They were still conversing. I had time. I pick up the page concerning projects I dropped by my side and read.

"Mont Grimes was an ambitious and exceptional scientist, but too ambitious. His latest projects consisted of merging alchemy and technology in ludicrous ways. He saw in animals heightened senses that could be proven useful to humans. He researched a lot on Singed and imagined what would happen if he could change the forms and senses at will, but because of mutated animals and contamination of the promenede sewers, he w-"

"SIR!" the professor shouts, much closer now. I dropped the paper and went back into my deep crack, watching from the faint light. "I found a missing piece."

"Well.. thank heavens. Give me that." He grabs the papers and gives it to the head minister. They both walk away from my view. "We must leave no connection professor. The sooner we destroy all record of Grimes, the faster our hands will be cleaned..."

I hear a machine beep in the distance and then the paper shreds. Its fabric ripped easily ripped apart by steel. I flinch as it's eaten up.

"Good. I hope you're right. Minister," the professor says. The footsteps begin to sound more faint with each step. Then the lights were out. I run back to the file, and it wasn't there anymore.

I slump in the hollow vault, arms laying limp, with only the 6 red door lights accompanying me in the dark.

#ic #ZAC #Scratch #Mont Grimes #Drabble Arch #Drabble Arch: A Chimera's Cry #2473 words #2473 goddamn words #this was really long

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youaretoosmart · 6 years

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For Stydia prompts, maybe: Getting a puppy/dog Lingerie shopping Honeymoon in Europe Possessive!Lydia Outside POV of stydia (my fav) Lydia getting that fields medal The aftermath of the ghost riders

birthday prompts 4/7

I went with outsider pov! Enjoy :)

Alex has three brothers and two sisters, and two siblings who were or still are in theatre club in high school.

That is to say, he’s used to sharing a room and weird behaviors.

Not that his roommate at college is abnormally weird, or outwardly obsessed with, like, foot fetish or something, but there is something definitely off about the guy he’s been paired with.

First of all—who the hell names a child Stiles?

“It’s a nickname,” Stiles explains the first time they meet—literally within the minute. “My real name is Polish and even weirder.”

He doesn’t tell Alex what it is, but Alex can respect that, especially since Stiles can’t miss the fact that Alex has to go to the administration building three times before the classes begin to change the deadname on his ID.

Still. Stiles is weird.

In a nice, out-of-the-ordinary, I’ll-have-stories-to-tell-at-Thanksgiving way, like his obsession with mythology and his way too broad knowledge on the history of male circumcision.

“That’s nice,” Alex says the first time Stiles tells him about it from his bed on the other side of the dorm. They don’t have classes yet so they went out on campus, came home agreeably buzzed, and crashed on their beds to stay up for hours after that. Stiles’ voice is hoarse from speaking, and his diction a bit sluggish still, despite the fact that Alex has been gradually sobering up for the last hour or so. Apparently, he takes meds to sleep, and they’re starting to quick in. “So, how much’d you get on that paper?”

“I got an A on the make-up test,” Stiles says. “It was for econ.”

Alex laughs so hard he almost falls off his bed.

Another time, Alex finds him browsing some sort of digital encyclopedia with weird drawings and words that are definitely not in English, but he sees the panicked look on Stiles’ face when Alex looks over his shoulder, the way he almost knocks over his mug in his haste to change the tab, and he doesn’t say anything. Alex isn’t the prying type, and despite the fact that Stiles obviously is, he’s yet to breach Alex’s privacy, so the favor is easily returned.

Of course, it’s impossible not to live with Stiles and not find out about his high school friends.

He spends his time on Skype with a guy named Scott, who, to the best of Alex’s knowledge, seems to be both eighty percent Stiles’ impulse control, and his enabler. There is the fond way with which Stiles says his name that Alex has only ever really heard in his mother’s mouth when she calls Alex and his siblings.

There’s Liam and Mason, who are still in high school and on the same lacrosse team Stiles was on. Stiles and thus Alex have no opinion on Mason but one memorable phone call leaves Stiles agitated and restless, pacing the room like he wants to dig a hole in the carpet.

Alex, who has a test in the morning and was stupid enough to listen to the siren call of an 8am class, gathers his patience and asks: “What is it?”

Stiles went outside to make his call, so Alex didn’t listen to it, but a stressed Stiles is a distracting Stiles, and the library is on the other side of campus.

“That was Liam,” Stiles says, scowling at his phone. “That little fucker. I wanna fly back just to shake him until his brain starts working properly.”

“You have a midterm next Friday,” is all Alex can say. College, he’s found, has a way to suck your soul through your ears and fill the void with pointless academic worries.

“I know, that’s why I’m not gonna do it, I just—” Stiles collapses on his desk chair, leg bouncing, and rubs two hands through his hair, messing it up even more. “What an idiot.”

He looks at his phone with disgust.

“You know what you should do?” Alex types on a few keys to wake up his laptop. He doesn’t want to let the screen to go dark: if he does, he’ll give up studying for the night and fail the test. “You should—Give me your phone.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows.

“Yours is nicer than mine.”

“Not like that, idiot. Just—here.”

He finds Liam’s contact easily, angles the screen so Stiles can see what he’s doing—he’s fiercely protective of the information in his phone and his laptop, like he has a double life or something—and changes the name from Liam to “little fucker”.

“Here,” he says, handing it back to Stiles. He doesn’t throw anything to him anymore. It’s a wonder how he got on the lacrosse team at all. “Now everytime you look at his contact you’ll feel like you’re insulting him. Good?”

“Nice,” Stiles says, then he opens his laptop and Alex goes back to studying.

It works, because he gets a solid 88 on the test.

Then, of course, there is the matter that Stiles has a girlfriend—five feet three, strawberry blonde haired, green-eyed Lydia Martin who is gorgeous and a genius. At least that’s what Alex gets from the numerous mentions of her Stiles can slide into every conversation and the pictures Stiles pinned everywhere around his side of the room. Alex always seems to catch the end tail of their conversations, for which he is grateful, but it means that by the time Thanksgiving rolls around, he hasn’t met or talked to the certified genius once.

The Friday afternoon before break changes that fact: when Alex comes back from his History class, he finds Stiles’ bed made and his suitcase open on the bed, slowly being filled.

“Hey,” Stiles greets, dragging the syllable like he always does. “Have you seen my—?”

He trails off and ends his sentence with weird, purposeful flailing, which probably means laptop charger, because Alex has learned that neither of them can ever remember that word.

“Under your bed,” he says, dropping on his bed next to his bag. “No, behind the clothes.”

“Gotcha,” Stiles says to the charger when he locates it. “Thanks.”

“Mmmm. Hey, wait, you’re flying back tonight?”

“Nah, tomorrow morning. But Lydia is picking me up—we’re flying together.”

Couples, Alex thinks.

“I thought she was in Boston.”

“Yeah, she’s driving down.”

“Wait, she’s staying here tonight?”

Alex sits up on the bed: the room is a mess. He doesn’t think he wants anyone to see it in the state it is, much less someone who actually matters.

“No,” Stiles says, gesturing to his bags. “Clearly she got an expensive hotel room and I’m going in, like, thirty minutes.”

“Oh.”

“You can say thank god, it’s okay.”

“Thank god.”

Stiles laughs, closes his suitcase and picks up two books, looking at them quizzically.

“Which one should I take?”

“Homework?” Stiles nods. “Both.”

“Both due in three weeks,” Stiles protests. “I’m not breaking my back for that.”

Alex eyes the books, then his roomate. “Which one are you actually willing to do this week? Be honest.”

“You’re right.” Stiles looks put out but he places both books back on his desk. “I’m not gonna do any long-time work this week.”

“This is not exactly the point I was trying to make.”

“No, you’re right—only fun this week, stress and all nighters for next Sunday.”

“I give up.”

“I work better with pressure,” Stiles insists. “Plus, insomniac, remember? I should at least do something with all those wasted hours. I get anxiety from staring at the ceiling hours on end.”

Alex gives up, rolls on his side, and asks: “So how did you even meet? Lydia and you,” he adds when Stiles prompts him to explain.

“Well, I’d been obsessed with Lydia since, what, the third grade?” Stiles’ tone is falsely casual. “And she wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence.”

“Harsh.”

“Yeah. But—I deserved it a bit, if you ask me. Like—it was bad. But anyway, our sophomore year, her best friend Allison started to date my best friend, Scott.”

“Wait,” Alex says. “Your best friend is Scott?”

Stiles turns around, visibly confused, and sighs when he sees the look on Alex’s face. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, please, tell me again who Scott is. I didn’t know you had a best friend. Do you two speak often?”

Stiles rolls his eyes but doesn’t take the bet, lying on his bed. “Seriously,” he says, “sorry if I’ve been,” he gestures helplessly, “you know, too much with them. It’s just—small towns, you know? I’ve known the same three people my entire life.”

Alex hums like he knows what Stiles is talking about, even though he grew up in the extensive suburbs of DC.

Just then Stiles’ phone buzzes, and Stiles picks up faster than Alex has ever seen any human do.

“Hey,” he greets. “Already? Okay, you remember the way? You turn left on—yes, that’s it. Okay, I’ll wait outside. Lydia’s barely two minutes away,” he tells Alex when he hangs up. “Hey, you wanna meet her?”

After months of hearing about the elusive Lydia Martin, Alex isn’t going to miss his chance. “Sure,” he says, rolling on his feet. “C’mon, I’ll give you a hand.”

He takes Stiles’ backpack and keeps the door open while Stiles pats his pockets for his keys and student ID.

“You forgot anything, I’ll bring it to you tomorrow,” Alex suggests as they wait for the elevator.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m not going home until Sunday.”

“Thanks, man.”

Alex’s parents live forty-five minutes away, in a house that’s never really empty, unlike the campus library will be tomorrow, so Alex has decided to do the total opposite of his roommate and do all of his homework over the weekend, so he can be peacefully pestered by his siblings, parents, and relatives during the rest of the break. It’s genius, really.

When the elevator finally arrives, it’s so crowded that they just cram Stiles’ suitcase in on someone’s toes, and run down five flights of stairs to beat it to the ground, managing it just so. It’s a relief when they finally step outside away from the crowd in the lobby.

“Which one’s her car?” Alex starts to say, squinting for a Massachusetts plate. He turns to find that Stiles is already walking towards a bright blue car and the woman just getting out of the driver’s seat.

“Lydia!” he calls, but he didn’t need to: even from afar, Alex can see the way Lydia’s face brightens at the sight of Stiles.

By the time Alex meets them, walking very slowly and letting a lot of pedestrians and cars speed before him, they have yet to come up for air and Stiles is pressing Lydia against the car just enough to lift her half an inch from the ground.

She really is tiny, Alex thinks fleetingly as he busies himself with the birds in a nearby tree.

When he hears voices, he turns back and gets closer, placing Stiles’ backpack on top of his abandoned suitcase.

“Oh,” Lydia says, looking at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know—” She presses a hand on Stiles’ arm and extends the other to Alex. “Hi, I’m Lydia.”

“Alex,” Alex says, shaking her hand. Lydia’s makeup is somehow intact, but her hair is a little mussed, which Alex charitably decides to believe is from the wind. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you.”

Lydia’s hand slides from Stiles’ arm to his hand, so that they’re standing next to each other, the height difference only highlighted by Lydia’s heeled boots.

Lydia’s smile is easy, bright, and clever; it’s not hard, in retrospect, to see how she can have been both the most popular and intelligent person in school.

“Sorry for the display,” Lydia says.

“It’s okay, I get it.” Alex shrugs. “Long distance and all.”

“Yeah,” Stiles says. “Worse three months of my life.”

“Three months?” At his confusion, Lydia shoots him a surprised look.

“Yes,” she says. “We started dating last June.”

“But.” Alex’s mind in reeling. “You got together when you were a senior.” He points to Lydia.

“Yes?”

“And now you’re a junior in college,” he says.

“Yes.”

Alex looks at them, lost. Stiles has a little smile like he knows the punchline. “I don’t get it. I thought you were older than Stiles?”

“By three weeks, yes,” Lydia says. “We were in the same grade.”

“Three weeks? But—MIT—”

“Offered me to get in as a junior,” Lydia says. “I had enough credits to graduate two years ago, but I stayed in high school, so we got an arrangement.”

Alex’s head is spinning. Suddenly his major in poli sci at GWU doesn’t seem like such an accomplishment.

“So you actually are a genius,” he says stupidly.

“You could say that, yes,” Lydia says with the same easy smile.

Stiles is biting his lip so hard not to laugh that he’s turning red. Alex has the sneaking suspicion that his confusion happened on purpose; Stiles’ own way to show admiration for Lydia, maybe.

“I can’t believe you,” he tells Stiles.

“Sorry?”

It doesn’t seem very sincere, but neither was Alex’s complaint: Lydia is laughing, but not at him, so in the end it doesn’t matter so much.

“I should let you go,” Alex says, stepping away from the car. “You’re going to hit rush hour otherwise, and also, I don’t have a coat and I’m freezing.”

“I’ve been cold for you for the past ten minutes,” Stiles admits. Lydia slides in the car to pop open the trunk and he goes around to stuff his suitcase in.

“Good meeting you,” Lydia says, one hand on the car’s door. “Have a nice break.”

She manages to make banalities sound earnest. “You too,” Alex says, meaning it. “See you in a week!”

Stiles waves back and slides in the passenger seat. By the time Alex makes it on to the curb on the other side of the street, he can just see the car round up the corner and disappear toward one of the campus’ exits. Then the wind almost blows him over, and he hurries inside to get some rest before starting on his work.

#stydia #stydia fanfiction #martinski #cave canem #sorry for the wait i was at the movies!#they showed the return of the king #the long version #amazing #i am no man #i am a late writer #anyway #enjoy #anonymous #answered

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sparklywitchmoment · 7 years

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Hell And Silence || Chapter Eight

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 5,009

A/N: YESSS IT’S ME I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!!! Unfortunately, it’s just a filler nothing interesting is really happening but IT’S SOMETHING I’M PROUD OF MYSELF. I was actually going to finish and post this last week but forgot I would be on a cruise for spring break with NO WIFI. it was torture. ALSO! Hell and Silence is coming up and double-diget chapters and I think once that happens I’ll have to move this party to my wattpad account! I would highly recommend if you read it on my wattpad to go back and skim through the new versions of the chapters because I have been making a few changes and edits and I might even switch a few chapters to a third person point of view? Change things up a bit. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!! I love hearing from your guys!!!! NOW ENJOY CHAPTER EIGHT.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven

CHAPTER EIGHT

DEREK

I knew when I came back to Beacon Hills that the pack was going to find out about me turning Vanessa at one time or another- I just thought I would have more time to get myself back on their good side. The fact that it happened this quickly completely destroyed any sensible plan I had for them finding out. I’m the Hale alpha, I shouldn’t be scared of Scott- true alpha or not- but when it comes to his family or his pack, he becomes a different person- someone capable of taking down Deucalion, the alpha of all alphas.. It’s like he turns into the beta everyone thought he was going to when Peter bit him- ruthless and uncontrollable. If she told him what I said to her last night on top of the fact I turned her and abandoned her… Vanessa’s just as much his sister as she is Stiles’.

It’s been almost eight hours since I kicked Vanessa out, and there’s still no word from any of the pack.

“Dare I say that the girl didn’t snitch on you?” Peter said, voice breaking the silence that I’d used for comfort. I glared, flashing my red eyes and growling at my uncle who decided he just needed to be a sarcastic asshole right now. Peter held up his hands, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “Someone’s sensitive…”

I groaned, running my fingers through my hair and standing up, hoping walking would help my mind focus on something- anything. Both Peter and I flung out heads in the direction of the door when we heard the elevator bell echo through the hall and into the loft. The bell was followed by footsteps- heavy ones- coming closer by the second.

The footsteps stopped for a second then a knock strong enough to make me jump in my skin a little rang out through my cavernous living space. I rushed the door, quickly sliding it open, silently preparing myself to be tackled to the ground at any second- bracing myself for the pain knowing that I couldn’t fight back against part of Scott’s pack- or Scott himself. Instead, I was met by the overwhelming scent of cheap alcohol, and a pale(-er than usual), messy haired Isaac.

He stumbled through the door, reaching out to grab my arm for support. “You, asshole,” Isaac grumbled, wagging his finger in my direction. “Took my girl,” He pulled his hand off me, continuing to wobble his way across the loft. “Stole her right out from under me.”

Peter stared at Isaac, pure disgust coating his features before he craned his neck to look at me, then back at Isaac. “Are you drunk, Scarfy?”

Isaac spun on his heels, pausing for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Me, drunk? No, why would I be? Is not like my handsome alpha over here screwed my girlfriend or anything!” The laughter turned into slurred shouting, Isaac throwing his hands up and seeming to be surprised by the weight of them. “Then again, a girl has needs and I was to afraid of hurting her to meet them. Sue me!”

“I feel like this is something I shouldn’t be involved in…” Peter said, standing from his spot on the couch with his arms raised. I shot him a glare as he tried to make his way towards the front door. “Sorry, Der- your puppies are not my problem.”

I groaned, watching as Peter left the loft, leaving me with Isaac who had once again started laughing. He must have been drinking all night. It takes a lot of booze to waste a werewolf this bad.

“Do you love her, Derek? ‘Cause I do- I may not tell her, but I show her! I deserve her!” His voice turned into growl, eyes glowing a bright yellow, canines forming over his teeth.

“Isaac, you need to calm down,” I tried to coax him, reaching out to grab his arm but he just yanked it back, nearly tripping over his feet.

“Calm down? You can’t be serious.” He huffed, biting down on his lip, enough to draw blood- I could smell it. “Vanessa is the only person I have left, and just like everything else I’ve ever loved, she’s been taken from me- by you!”

Isaac rushed at me, slamming his hands against my chest and shoving me back against the coffee table between the couch and armchair. His shifting continued, hair growing down the side of his face, claws ripping part of my shirt after he pushed me again.

“Isaac…” I warned, feeling a heat growing in my chest, but he didn’t stop.

“She’s the only good thing to happen to me since I got the bite, and you needed to take her too!” His voice had shifted from that of a tree-like teenager to that of some sort of demonic man. My eyes flickered red as I felt my canines growing out over my teeth. Isaac continued to push, despite noticing how I had started to shift myself. “Vanessa’s too good for me, which means she’s certainly too good for a poisonous jackass like-”

The heat in my chest continued to grow, and before I could even think, my voice erupted from my throat. “Isaac!” I howled, voice echoing through the cavernous loft making the light in Isaac’s eyes go out. He let out a small whimper, taking a few steps back away from me. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “There’s an extra room upstairs, first door on the right. Sober up, then we can talk.”

Isaac hesitated for a second, then nodded his head starting to make his way to the stairs, shoulders hung in shame. I know his drunk ranting to me is probably the most honestly I’ll ever get out of him, but he needs to be sober to have that conversation. I wish I knew what to say to him- the kid who’s been like a brother to me for years. How do I explain to him why I slept with his girlfriend, or that I’m her alpha? How would she explain it? This was so much easier when I didn’t have to see how it affected Isaac; when I could just say “screw him,” because with Vanessa, I finally felt like a missing piece of me had been put into place. But now that I see him… it changes things.

Just as the door right of the staircase clicked shut, I felt my phone start to vibrate in my pocket.

And there it is, I thought to myself, digging for the phone. The call I’ve been waiting for.

The screen illuminated in my hands, Erica’s caller ID popping up onto it. Not the person I was expecting to hear from, but she’ll probably be more merciful that anyone else in Scott’s pack. I quickly slid my thumb across the phone, holding it up to my ear.

“Erica, is something wrong?”

Her breathing was ragged on the other end of the line. “Oh no, Derek- in fact I’m just peachy. Although, Boyd and I just attended the weirdest little meeting at the Stilinski house… I assume you know what the topic of discussion was?”

I groaned, rubbing my temple. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,”

“Seriously man, Vanessa Stilinski? I’m starting to think you’ve got a deathwish.” Boyd’s quiet voice rang through the phone- Erica must have put me on speaker.

“She was dying, I did what I had to do.”

Erica groaned, “Yeah whatever, that’s the least of our problems right now. Scott wants to meet with you, probably to rip your head off and Isaac’s been MIA since last night.”

“And we’ve been calling him all morn- Erica, slow the hell down!” Boyd shouted, making me pull the phone away from my ear. Erica’s driving skills were never the best, hence why I don’t even let her look at my Camaro.

“Relax, Boyd- we crash, we’ll survive. Don’t be such a wuss!”

I tried to hold back a grin, listening to the two of them bicker just the same as they did two years ago. Some things never change, I guess.

“You two, stop arguing and get to my place. Isaac showed up this morning after a night of binge drinking, and he’s fine. Just get here.”

“Isaac found his way to your house in the middle of the woods while shit-faced?” Boyd accused, Erica making a loud mmhmm sound.

“I don’t live in the woods anymore- big black building on the corner of Caige and Franklin. I’ll tell the doorman to let you up.”

“Ooh, doorman? Look at you, Derek Hale- stepping up your game.” Erica laughed, Boyd joining in with quiet snickers.

“Shut up and drive, Reyes. I’ll see you both soon, in one piece I hope.”

“No promises!” Erica said, before hanging up the phone. God, those two are a piece of work.

It wasn’t even another ten minutes after I’d hung up the phone that Erica had- without knocking, might I add- stormed her way into the loft, Boyd trailing behind her. Erica had a bright smile across her face, Boyd laughing a little.

“Something funny?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“No, nothing,” Erica managed to say clearly through her fit of laughter. “Your doorman was just telling us about some of the weird shit Peter’s done. Did you know that he trips over the doorframe almost every time he enters the building?”

Boyd pretended to fall, his massive body hurdling forward. He must have lost his footing because that mocking fall became real and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing over the tall lamp I had resting near the couch on the floor. Of course, that just made Erica laugh harder while I glared at Boyd and the remnants of my stained-glass lampshade.

“Sorry, man…” Boyd said, rubbing the back of his neck and picking a piece of stained glass out of his forearm. Not even a single drop of blood dripped out of the wound before the skin stitched itself shut, leaving little to no trace that the glass was even there. Erica was still laughing her ass off, and Boyd looked like he was about to shit himself.

“Whatever, it was just a lamp.” I said, Boyd calming down from the thought I might murder him ever so slightly. “So what happened at the meeting? I’m guessing Vanessa told you-”

“Oh she told the whole pack, and Scott? He’s livid. Might as well have just let the bitch die, he’d be equally as pissed.” Erica said, crossing her arms and sitting down on the couch, Boyd still trying to regain his balance.

“Hey- she’s not a bitch. Lay off, will you?” Boyd tried to defend Vanessa, but Erica just huffed and brushed him off.

“Please, she’s a bigger bitch than I am, but only on the inside. On the outside, she’s a sarcastic do-gooder just like her damn brother.”

“Enough, Erica.” I growled at her, crossing my arms and fixing my posture so my shadow cast over her. Erica slumped down in the couch, slight amusement coming over Boyd’s hard features.

“Well,” Boyd said, clearing his throat. “I’m going to head out- gonna be late for work. Derek, call Scott and talk to him. I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think it’s going to be.”

“Hey, hold on- I’m coming with.” Erica called after Boyd who was already half out the door.

“Fine, but you can’t drive,” Boyd said, huffing and continuing his walk to the elevator. Before Erica shut the loft door, she peered her head back inside.

“Nice to have you back, Der,” She said, grinning and biting her lip. “Call Scott- I’m sure he’s eager to hear from you.”

VANESSA

After I’d briefed Lydia and Allison on what had happened, Scott eagerly escorted them out of the house, Allison giving everyone rides home. Through my entire spiel about Derek, last night and argueing with him (minus the angry hate sex), Lydia managed to keep her snarky comments to herself which I was thankful for. This was hard enough as it is, and I can’t take any of her snark at the moment. Isaac is still MIA, no word to anyone since last night.

Now it was just Stiles and I sitting opposite of each other in the living room, silent. Stiles elbows were on his knees, eyes glassy and just… staring at me. He hasn’t said anything since the rest of the pack left.

“If you’re going to say something, just say it.” I said, leaning back into the couch and crossing my arms.

Stiles sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “It’s nothing about you, Vin. It’s just…” He sighed, slumping back in the chair. “I used to think Derek walked on water, you know? All powerful Hale alpha ‘n stuff, but… God, Vin, how could he do that to you? Leave you for dead?”

I sighed, taking my brothers hand in mine. Stiles looked up, tears brimming the edge of his eyes.

“Derek thought he was doing the right thing by leaving me with Scott… And I’m okay now, right? It worked out in the end.”

“It worked out?” Stiles shot up from the chair, sending my balance back. “Vanessa, you’re practically human. It didn’t work out!”

For a second we were both frozen, staring each other down.

“Practically human? Seriously?” I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms. “That’s the card you’re going to play.”

When I first turned, Deaton told me I would never be as strong as the rest of the pack because I didn’t have my real alpha training me, and at first it didn’t really bother me. It only started to bother me when Erica made it a joke, when the rest of the pack was out fighting and I was forced to stay out of the action with Stiles. Scott tried to get me involved as possible, but he never put me anywhere close to danger- if he tried, Isaac wouldn’t let him. My brother knew how sensitive the practically human thing is… and I guess that’s why he used it.

I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, clapping my hands against my legs and standing up.

“I’m going to take the Jeep and try to find Isaac. I’ll…” Grabbing the Jeep’s keys from the rack by the door, I started to make my way outside. “I’ll be back later.”

“Vinny I’m-” Stiles started to say but before I could hear the rest of his sentence I was out the door, his voice muffled through the brick wall.

Driving the hunk-of-shit Jeep around is always scary because I never know if and when it’ll break down. I drove through Beacon Hills with the windows down, slowly making my way downtown. On the way, I tried to see if I could sniff out even the faintest trace of Isaac’s scent anywhere. Unfortunately, it’s spring and the breeze carried every scent you could possibly imagine, so finding Isaac is like a needle in a haystack. Even so, I continued to drive and tried to push my brother’s words out of my head.

Vanessa, you’re practically human.

He’s not wrong. It kills me that I’ll never be as strong as Scott, Erica or the rest of them. I just get the curse, none of the plus sides. I heal somewhat faster, but not fast enough to call it supernatural.

I turned the radio up, soundwaves filling my ears, leaving me too distracted to over think Stiles words.

After not catching a single scent in the the Suburban blocks of Beacon Hills, I made a bee-line for downtown. Sunday afternoon, not many people were out on the streets. The occasional family and busy shopper, but not too many people. It made my job easier when trying to sniff out Isaac. With all this time alone in the car, I tried to think about what I’m going to say to Isaac when I find him- if I find him. I must have been driving for at least an hour already before I caught a familiar scent. It wasn’t distinct yet, but familiar. I tried to follow it, and the scent got stronger each block I went down. I turned the corner onto Caige, and then I could clearly see where the familiar scent was coming from.

Peter, v-neck and all, strolling down the street. That’s the scent I’ve been chasing, not Isaac. I groaned, starting to pull over the car to where Peter was walking. Seeing as I’ve got absolutely no leads as to where Isaac is, what can asking Peter hurt?

I rolled down my window, leaning out as I drove slowly next to Peter.

“Stilinski, you better not be interrupting my morning walk with some dumb bullshit. This is my peaceful time, it’s how I keep from becoming homicidal.” He said without even looking over at me.

“You might want to start taking more walks then,”

Peter rolled his eyes stopping and turning to face me, pushing his sunglasses up his head.

“What do you want?” He growled, blue eyes flashing at me.

“I’m looking for Isaac- He’s been kind of MIA since last night. Have you seen him?”

“As a matter of fact, I have. Came stumbling into the loft this morning like a drunk idiot.” Peter grumbled, crossing his arms and holding his head up high.

The loft, I thought, silently scolding myself for not thinking about that sooner. Of course he would go to Derek.

“How drunk was he?” I asked

“He was shit faced- looked bad, even for a werewolf.” Peter said, starting to resume his walk down the street. “Can you really blame him, though? I heard you and Derek going at it last night. If I were him I would have gotten shit faced too.”

I rolled my eyes and started to drive faster down towards Franklin Street. “Fuck off, Peter!”I shouted out the window, turning the corner, seeing that tall black building at the end of the block.

DEREK

I took one of the pages from my book between my fingers, waiting to turn the page when I heard the spiral staircase start to creak from behind me.

“Look who’s finally up,” I set down the book, turning around to see Isaac coming down the stairs, blonde hair strewn in every direction. “You look like shit.”

Isaac groaned, wrinkling his nose. “You look…” He tilted his head, squinting as he carefully made his way to the ground. “You look like someone my girlfriend would want to screw instead of me.”

“Ouch,” I winced at his words, trying to come up with the right thing to follow up with that wouldn’t make things worse. Nothing came to mind.

“Well it’s not like you don’t deserve it, right?” Isaac said, running his fingers through his mess of curly blonde hair as he finally reached the ground, heading right to he kitchen. I got up from the couch, slowly migrating over to him in hopes that in his hungover state he might not be murderously pissed at me. I sat down in one of the creaky stools, leaning over the counter towards him.

“Listen, Isaac-” I’d started to say, but he held up his hand.

“Save it, I don’t care. Whatever you have to say doesn’t change what you and her did, so I really don’t care.” He said with a strange sense of serenity that I would not expect him to have. Isaac calmly poured himself a glass of orange juice, drinking the full cup in one gulp then pouring more. I knew I couldn’t necessarily argue with him because he’s right. All I could do is sit here and watch him drink some three month old orange juice out of a dusty glass cup and hope maybe he would listen to me.

No, I thought to myself. I have to try and make him listen.

“Isaac, you need to let me explain what happened. It’s not as simple as you think it is, I-” I tried to say but could hardly get one sentence in.

“Derek!” Isaac slammed the glass cup on the countertop, shattering it under his grasp. He didn’t even flinch. “Is what you’re about to say going to take back the fact that you had sex with my girlfriend? Because not even I have done that,”

“No, but-”

“Is it going to make Vanessa stop pulling away from me? Is it going to make her love me again instead of you?”

“That’s insane! She doesn’t love me, she loves you.”

Isaac shrugged, picking out a thick piece of broken glass from his palm. “I thought she did, but the whole balance of the universe is fucked, so who knows?” His blatant snark and distaste for such a serious conversation pissed me off. Before I could stop myself, I could feel myself starting to turn and I had stood up, banging my fists on the countertop, grabbing Isaac’s attention.

“Maybe if you could fucking satisfy her instead of being a skinny blonde bitch she wouldn’t have needed to come to me in the first place!”

“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole you wouldn’t have slept with my girlfriend anyways because that’s not what decent people do!” Isaac’s eyes were glowing yellow, features changing as well.

Before I could get another word in- as if on cue- the elevator bell rang from down the hall. Isaac and I both turned our heads to the door, faces shifting back to their normal state. Isaac brushed some of the broken glass into his hand and throwing it out calmly, as if two seconds ago he wasn’t wolfed out and screaming at me.

Footsteps moved quickly down the hall to the loft before there was a fist pounding at my door. I slid it open before whoever was on the other side of it could do any permanent damage to the oak finishing on the wood, expecting to come face to face with Boyd, or at least someone with his mass and strength. Instead, I was met by Vanessa’s gleaming amber eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“Is Isaac here?” She said, crossing her arms, shoes clicking as she tapped her foot.

“Hi Vanessa, it’s nice to see you too,” I said, crossing my arms, but she didn’t even wait for my response before pushing past me into the loft, searching for her boyfriend. When her eyes met with Isaac’s, she looked far more relieved than he did.

“Oh, thank god,” She ran into the kitchen, draping her arms around Isaac’s neck, holding him in a tight embrace. Isaac was surprised at first, but I could see that all the anger he had in his eyes melted away the second she grabbed him. His arms draped around her, holding her tight and burying his face in her shoulder. I turned my eyes away, grip tightening on my own arm as I tried to keep my cool.

“Well now that you’ve found your puppy, take him the hell home.” I growled through my teeth, starting to feel my eyes shift from green to red. There was a second of silence before Vanessa and Isaac’s footsteps started to move through the loft and out the door, sliding it shut behind them. Once I heard the elevator shaft start to move down towards the lobby, I broke out of my controled stance, taking the closest table lamp and chucking it across the room, shattering it on a brick wall. My claws were out, fangs replacing my normal teeth. I’d almost fully shifted, and to think:

All she had to do was touch him.

VANESSA

The car ride back home has to be one of the most awkward experiences I’ve ever had. The tight embrace I wrapped Isaac in back at the loft did not mean that all was forgiven- far from it. Isaac sat in the passenger's seat, hands in his lap sitting straight up tall. We’ve been driving for ten minutes and he hasn’t said a single word.

“I was driving for hours looking for you,” I tried to start up a conversation. “It was actually Peter who told me you were at the loft. Who would have thought?” Laughing to myself, I glanced over at Isaac whose expression remained unchanging. Instead of making any further advances, I just sighed. “C’mon Isaac, you’ve got to give me something to work with here.”

Isaac snapped his head to face me. “You want something to work with? Fine- let’s start on the explanation for why you fucking slept with Derek.”

Anger radiated off him like a red light- seeing him like this scares me, but not enough to cower away into the corner

“Listen, if you want to talk about this like adults, fine. Just maybe not while I’m driving a piece of shit Jeep down city streets, hm?” I said, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

Isaac didn’t talk again for another few seconds, giving me time to steady my ragged breathing.

“Pull over,” He hissed under his breath.

“What?”

“I said pull over.” Isaac shouted, gripping the steering wheel and yanking it to the right, driving over the curb. If I hadn’t stepped on the break when I did, we would have wrapped the Jeep around a pole.

“What the fuck?” I screamed into Isaac’s face, but he didn’t even flinch. “You could have just got us both killed.”

“Tell me everything- now.” He said, completely ignoring my shouting.

“We can talk about this when we get back home-”

“No, Vanessa.” His eyes flashed yellow for a second. “I’m going to asked you questions, and you’re going to answer them with total honesty. Not when we get home- right now.”

Each breath he took came out as a low growl. I can’t fight him on this- he deserves to know. He needs to know.

“Fine,” I sighed. “Ask away.”

Isaac took a deep breath, the growling starting to stop. “How long has it been going on?”

“A few weeks…” I looked down at my hands, unable to bring myself to look him in the eye.

“A few weeks? Jesus Vanessa, how the fuck…”

“Can we save the judgement for later? This is already hard enough.” I could feel tears starting to well in my eyes. I tried to push them back, but I couldn’t resist.

“Okay.... How many times have you slept with him?”

I screwed my eyes shut, a tear slipping out. “Twice.”

Isaac’s growls got louder again. “So it wasn’t just a one time thing? It wasn’t just a ‘I was drunk, regret it, and will never do it again,” thing?”

“It’s not like that Isaac, I do regret it, just-”

“Just not enough to not do it again.”

“Baby, please-” I finally looked back up and saw that tears had started to go down Isaac’s cheeks as well.

“No, you don’t get to ‘baby’ me.” He unbuckled his seatbelt opening the door to the Jeep and pulling himself out. “I’m going to walk the rest of the way home- actually, I’ll probably stay at Scott’s tonight. Maybe see if I can get back there full time… Wouldn’t want it to be awkward for you when you start bringing Derek home.” He shut the car door behind him, starting to walk. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it wasn’t beating at all. I reached for my necklace, holding it tight in my hand, trying hard to think of something to say.

The bond. I haven’t told him about the bond.

“Isaac, please, just let me explain!” I leaned out of the open window, calling after him.

“What is there left to explain? I’ve heard all I needed to hear.”

I tried to find the words to say to him, tried to shout but my voice caught in my throat. Nothing would come out, so all I could do is watch Isaac disappear into the foggy city streets.

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let me tell you all a story. a story of my experience with ouat.

2012.

in fourth grade, i was watching american idol. during commercials, i viewed a promo consisting of a dragon and unicorns. now, at the time, unicorns were my ver y favorite, so of course, i was intrigued. i told my mom that i heard about a show with unicrons, but that i didnt know what it was called. she told me how she had heard of it and wanted to check it out. after watching the season one interviews between red and snow, she believed it was too old for me. i agreed. no unicorns. not what i was expecting.

2013.

a year passes. fifth grade was a blur, and all i know is that we went to disney. i had no idea what would change since then.

2014.

my friends are suddenly starting to talk about this kid’s eyebrows. how they are “so hot” and “sexy”. she showed me a picture off of robbie kay’s instagram and i laughed. ha, peter pan? whatever.

but then, it started to reoccur each monday, they would talk about it. i actually started to look forward to monday lunch periods. i begged them to discuss what they thought of the episode. once again, i was intrigued.

so of course, i wanted to see what the fuss was about. whats this big deal with peter pan? and who the hell’s rumple after only a few clips, i suddenly loved snow and charming. i needed more. i needed to watch.

so i tried. desperately. i only had an ipad, and was unaware it was on netlfix, so i tried to watch the first episode of the series by typing in “once upon a time season 1 episode one online free to any platform.i actually was able to find it and went in excitedly the next day to tell my friends. that was when i learned it was on netflix and thati could not wait to get home and watch it. so i did. but the thing is, i was only there for snow and charming scenes. i literally only skipped to their scenes. thats how i watched the show.

but then, as i was scrolling around youtube one day looking forsscenes for them, i came across “Emma and Hook Kiss scene” my frirst thought? it was between “ew”and “serioulsy?”

i watched it anyway.

and to behonest, it was kind of just a “okay, that happened” kind of thing. it wasnt until my friend told me after the season 3 finle that emma and hook kissed again before i got alitle excited. not much more, though.

then months pass, and suddenly, scrolling around netflix, i come across the hunger games. i held a grudge against the series since it became big with the popular group in my school that year. but i was thirsty for romance. and i heard it had some.

and thats how i fell in love with everlark. one night. the next morning i started following pages on instagram. i look up the ship on googlge. and tumblr posts pop up. i make a tumblr.

i start to follow pages on there with everlark, but then i start to see things on both platforms. emma and hook. and then, i slowly started to fall in love. not much. i just watch a couple of their scenes during season three, come across their second kiss. getting really, really excitated for the fourth season.

at the point, i had written about two everlark fanfictions. i wanted to write one about emma and hook, but i had no i dea how. or what .

but then tumblr inspired me. to the point where i started to freak out over every episode no matter how small the scenes were. in october of seventh grade, i wrote my first captain swan fanifction. i also drew my first drawing that i never thought i was able to do. sure, it was with a sketchbook my aunt got me in second grade and a #2 pecil, but i believe its still beautiful. it wasnt long after i actually found the name, captain swan, rather than using “kemma” or “killimma”.

2015.

and from there, my obsession sky rocketed. i stayed up until four every night after an episode, despite schol the next morning. i wrote little drabbles that arelong since gone ever since my laptop broke. i drew more drawings, i rewatched every scene until thats all that was in my head.the s4 finale was as hard on me as everyone else, and i tried to write a specualtion fic to the s5 premiere. i neverfinshed. although, looking back at the writing now, i can still feel the pain i was in by it.

and then season five started. again, i freaked out as much as everyone else. every episode. i still remeber the week after the first episode, we lost someone int he fandom. we miss you, love.

and then it was late october.saturday the 22nd, my mom came into my room to ask me if id seen my friend alyssa that day. she was a year older than me, afreshman in highschool. i didnt, so i told her. i didnt ever think what might have been.the following day, i was working at the food pantry when my mom caled me.they had found alyssa. but she wasnt okay.maybe in her mind she may have been the best shes ever been, but to us,she wasnt.

no one else knew, and i had to walk home in silence. i didnt cry because at the time we werent as close as the year before and it didnt hit me.but then my mother’s words repeated in my head. “Alyssa died, sweetie.” it was asentence i never forgot.

im not the best at keeping my emtions with myself. i always think people will judge me and call me selfish if i cry, and i didnt want it to be like that. so i kept it in.i kept the tears in for so, so long, even to the point here i didnt even cry at her wake where she looked like an angel although the scarf around her neck was something shed never wear. and what kept my sanity? once upon a time. it was then when i realized it was my anchor.

2016.

back in 2015 my mother made me audtion for a vocational school. earlier that year i had found its dance program and wanted to go, but along the way my intrest dwindled. she told me to give it a shot anyway because i had a very low chance of making it in due to my grades at the time.

i made it in.

the following months were the worst of my life. every day on the way home from dance wed fight about which high school was better, and although she was right about me going to the vocational one, i wanted to stay in my district. lets just say the only thing that kept me from following alyssa into the darkness was dance competitions. oh, and what else. the damn once upon a time episodes.

she forced me to go to that school, by the way. sure, i enjoy it now, but the people there suck and i still do not like how she went at it.

that fall, i take my friend to our first convention.since i started watching oneupon a time, i wanted others to watch it, and my one friend agreed to. until the end of the neverland arc. and peter pan died. no more ouat for her. but, since robbie was going to be there, lets go. she got a picture with him, i got a picture with bex. yayay.

2017.

last week, we experienced the best sunday of our life. a wedding we never really thought would happen. it was unbelievable. emma got her happy ending(or beginning) aand we got ours. it was so thrilling that even my friend who stopped watching in season three was excited. but as much as it was unbeliable the night, the following morning was too.

that was the most giddiest i had ever felt for school. every more we have a forty five minute bus ride and the but whole time i listened to the musical on repeat. but then, as i looked down to pause the music as we pulled into school, i saw my friends text. Jen’s facebook post.

i was in a daze all day.

it wasnt until lunch, the last period since it was a half day, where i just broke down. people asked me what was wrong and i explained as best i could, but shitty people have shitty outlooks on things and they didnt understand. it was the loneliest ive ever felt.

my mom kind of comforted me, telling me how she felt the same when parent hood ended and that ill find a new show ill like just the same, but one upon a time is special. no show can replace or even add onto what kind of mark it had left on me. it was what started my career in wririting and drawing. in someways it kept me alive. and what did people do when i told them this? they laughed.

it was tuesday night when i ran down stairs, telling my mom about convention tickets for colin and jen photo op i found on sale. we had them in mind for awhile, but never got them. she told me wed look into it. we missed the sale.

so here we were, here i was, aall i was able to think about was how id never meet the people who played the characters that shaped me and my future. until the next morning, my birthday, where i was given the tickets.

and today,to night, was pretty much the end of the storybook. im not going to go into it because i have it on a post from about an hour ago. but thank you everyone, for helping me be me. and thank you for this blessed oppurtuniy, in which i had never and will never take for granted, to be a part of such a magical communtiy. because of this platform i have aspired my career of writing, drawing, and fulfilling my dreams of being a princess by being able to contact disney about the program.if it wasnt for this damned, beautiful fucking shwow, i would probably bedrastically different. this story we created is timeless, a neverending fairytale in both real life and on screen. the story contiues for ever and ever in our hearts and writing and drawing and all of the incredible talents we all have.

#once upon a time #captain swan #cs family #captain swan fam #captain swan fandom #i love you all #ouat

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