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homeslices · 1 year

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Ride

A/N: Sorry this I took so long to upload school is kicking my ass and I’m sick 😭 also a sentence in here made me think of a sequel, guess which part lol. Also I’m actually sort of happy how this turned out but let me know what you guys think!

Summary: Just some more Chishiya smut. Do y’all sense a pattern of what I post? He might be a little ooc but I tried.

Pairings: Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Smut

Up and down, up and down, up and down.

That’s the only thing going through your mind at the moment. That’s the only thing that can go through your mind at the moment.

Your thighs are so tired, but that coil in your stomach that has been building up is so close to snapping.

Chishiya is lying beneath you, casually holding onto your hips while watching you bounce on his cock while your cunt is tightly squeezing around it.

You’ve been at this for a while. It started with just some lighthearted teasing while you both were in Chishiya’s room at The Beach. But that lighthearted teasing led to you saying you can get off without Chishiya’s help, and now you're regretting your choice of words- and humor.

You let out a choked sob when Chishiya’s cock brushes against that spongy spot inside of you.

“I thought you said you could get off by yourself, didn't you?” Chishiya’s voice cuts through the room.

“ ‘m sorry,” you whine.

The frustration of not being able to cum made tears well up behind your eyes, which are so close to sliding down your face.

Chishiya doesn’t move, of course not. Even if you beg enough you’re not sure he’ll take mercy on you. He’s just watching you amusingly. His lips twitch led up in a small, condescending smile.

“ ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, please!” You cry out, those tears finally spilling down your flushed cheeks.

Your pace was stuttering, legs too tired to keep the rhythm, and that blissful feeling that was building up soon disappears as you ruin your own orgasm once again.

Your cunt squeezes in desperation and your upper body soon slumps down onto Chishiya’s, both of your naked chests flush together.

You’re still grinding against him, your clit brushing against his pelvis. You can hear how sticky it is down there every time you move.

A desperate whimper leaves your lips when Chishiya lifts his hips slightly, giving more pressure to your sensitive bud while simultaneously pushing his cock deeper in your soaked hole.

“Please,” you whimper out.

The ache between your legs is getting too much to handle. The only things you can think of at this point is Chishiya and having him make you cum.

“Please what?”

The shift of his lower body makes you whine once again. He’s messing with you, you know that, but at this point you don’t care.

“Please make me cum,” you sob, tears still streaming down your face.

Your face was in the crook of his neck so you couldn’t see him, but you could feel the amused snicker vibrate his body.

“Backing out of a challenge so soon?”

All you can do is nod frantically hoping he’ll grant you some mercy. You feel him hum thoughtfully only to feel him tap your sides.

“Up, I’ll help you, but you have to stay in the position you were before.”

Knowing that that’s as far as Chishiya was willing to compromise, you use all your strength to sit back up.

Breathing heavily, you brace your hands on Chishiya’s chest. His eyes remain focused on your face, almost as if he’s entertained by your struggle. Knowing him, he probably is.

Gripping your hips Chishiya steadies you, only to thrust up into your cunt, his cock brushing against your g-spot precisely.

Letting out a broken moan, you lean most of your weight on your hands, only to have Chishiya thrust up again and again and having him hit your g-spot over and over.

Your eyes are unfocused, but you can make you the smug grin covering Chishiya’s face with every thrust. He doesn’t break his pace once, and the only thing coming out of your mouth now is whimpers.

That pool of arousal soon starts building up once again, and god you can’t take it any longer. You can feel every thrust of Chishiya’s cock dragging against your sopping wet walls.

Chishiya could see a white ring forming around the base of his cock, and knowing you're close again, starts to slow down, making you wait for your release even longer.

You let out another sob of frustration, only to hear Chishiya quiet chuckling.

“You didn’t think It’d be that easy did you?”

You knew he wouldn’t just give into you. You knew, yet you still thought that he might’ve given you a little leniency. Apparently not though. He’s stopped his movements and settled for controlling your hips in a slow grind, making sure your clit rubs against his pelvis every time.

“I said I would help, not do all the work.” There was a slight pause before Chishiya continued. “Unless you don’t want to cum?”

That last sentence cut through your foggy mind. You knew he wasn’t playing around. If he wanted to, he could deny you cumming at all. He has before, and he sure as hell would do it again.

So, you slowly begin to bounce on Chishiya’s cock once again. Of course, he follows through with his promise to you, gripping your hips and helping you go up and down like you were previously.

That coil in your stomach was beginning to tighten fastly, the four previous ruined orgasms making you so much more sensitive.

You’re right at the edge, so close you could practically see the bliss that was sure to take over you.

Chishiya’s hand slides up your soaked thigh covered in both of your juices, to your cunt, that is continuously riding his cock. His thumb brushes over your clit once, twice, only the third time he starts rubbing tight circles against it.

Your head falls back, jaw open, as you let out a silently moan. And when Chishiya’s cock hits your g-spot once again, that coil finally snaps.

A shutter racks your body as goosebumps cover your skin. You see white as you cum all over Chishiya’s cock, creaming around it. A euphoric sense passes through you and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good.

Your body slumps safely onto Chishiya, who was currently helping you ride out your orgasm by continually rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Coming down finally from you high, you start to whine at the overstimulation, only to be flipped around on your back with Chishiya hovering above you, thrusting shallowly into your sensitive heat.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

The feeling of his lips kissing and sucking their way up your neck had you leaning your head back, giving him more access.

Only then does he brush them against your ear and whisper.

“I didn’t even cum yet.”

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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the misfit toymaker || myg

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.

It wasn’t hard to locate your next stop. A toy store on Christmas Eve is like a flashing billboard sign. Especially when the only toymaker loves to burn the midnight oil.

Yoongi searches for any excuse not to go home to his estranged wife. The only reason they’re together is because of his kid, who just so happens to be one of Mr. Park’s pupils.

He loves bringing smiles to all the youth’s faces, but Yoongi’s no saint. Mrs. Min wants nothing to do with her lowdown cheating spouse, and Yoongi couldn’t give a bigger shit.

He’s never been a monogamous man; whenever he finds a new playmate, the old one is no longer interesting.

But you, however. You just might be his favorite. He couldn’t wait to drag you down to his dungeon of misfit toys and show you all of his erotic creations.

“Are you comfortable, doll?” he asks. “Your restraints aren’t too tight, are they?”

You don’t hear him because your attention is set on the image of the toymaker’s veiny hand wrapped around his cock. He pleases himself while drinking in the sight of you, his delicate pink lips parted slightly as small, labored breaths slip past them. Each time his palm slides over his similarly textured shaft, arousal oozes from the tip. Suddenly, your mouth is dry, and the urge to fill it with–

“Hey. Eyes on me when I’m talking to you, beautiful.”

He uses the other hand to lift your chin, gently demanding your undivided attention. The authority in his voice places you back in reality.

Your eyes wander up his figure, admiring his skin while getting drunk off of his touch.

“Sorry about that, Sir.” You tug on the straps lightly to ensure they’re secure. “Yes. This feels nice.”

Yoongi insisted on putting you in one of his many “swing sets” hanging from the ceiling.

It’s thrilling being suspended feet in the air, your legs spread wide with your weight only supported by rope. Your wrists are bound also, leaving you entirely at Yoongi’s mercy.

But mercy, is not a term the toymaker is familiar with.

“I promise you, doll. You’ll feel even better once I stuff my cock inside of you.”

Yoongi spreads your folds and reveals your wetness. The cold dungeon air hits your center, intensifying your sensitivity.

“Damn, you’re wet,” Yoongi comments.

“Make it wetter, Sir.”

You respond with so much need that he can’t resist the temptation. He’d rather drag this out and keep you down here for as long as possible, but the growing urge to fuck you senseless is too demanding.

Yoongi leans forward and allows his spit to drip into your opening. He watches in awe as your cunt accepts it graciously. Using two of his lengthy digits, he enters your pussy and prepares you for his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, Sir!”

Yoongi’s thumb rubs your clit while he fingers you slowly, relaxing you so he can continue to stuff your dripping crevice.

“Take one more for me, doll?”

On your command, he adds another finger.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers.

The room begins to fill with the lewd sounds of your squelching juices, gushing out of you and covering Yoongi’s hand and wrist. He twists and curls his digits inside of you, searching for the spot that’ll have you falling apart. You cry out for him once he finds it, and he responds with a cocky smirk, knowing he’s about to ruin you before he even fucks you.

“Sir.”

“Come if you need to, doll,” he says. “I won’t get mad at you.”

His voice is so gentle and sweet, a contrast to the dark lust-drunk eyes staring at you.

You can feel your core tightening with each passing second. Moans leave your lips, but the pleasure is so intense you cannot hear how loud you are. Eventually, you have no other choice but to let go.

His fingers guide you through your orgasm while he praises you with the sweetest words you’ve ever heard. He bends down to suck your pulsing clit between his lips, and your mouth falls open. Nothing comes out; you’re just reacting on nerves. Your brain has yet to catch up with the moment.

You slump over once you’ve finally calmed down, but you’re only given a few seconds to recharge before Yoongi’s cock is teasing your entrance.

“You ready to tap out, doll?”

You shake your head.

“Please,” you beg. “Continue. This is light work for me, Sir. Do your worst.”

The toymaker wipes the smirk off of your face with his thumb; you know you’re fucked but you still play along.

“I sure hope you know what you’re asking for, baby doll.”.

His cock enters you slowly, not stopping until he’s filled you with every inch. Your pussy constricts and he’s unable to move. You both struggle to adjust to the tight fit.

“How are you so fucking big?”

“Maybe you just can’t take dick like you think you can, doll.” His tone is condescending, making your face heat up. “I prepped you and you’re still having a hard time. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Bullshit.”

You speak out of turn and earn yourself a slap on the thigh.

“Now, don’t get disrespectful, doll.”

You bite your tongue and settle into your position. When Yoongi starts moving, the fullness becomes more bearable. The sensitivity ebbs away, and pleasure replaces it. The chill in the room fades as your body begins to heat up, and your sweat does little to keep the feverish desire at bay.

“You’re still so tight,” he points out. “Let’s loosen you up, doll. This won’t do.”

Yoongi surprises you when he grabs one of his little toys. He flips the little switch, making the object buzz in his hand. “This one’s going to fuck both of us up.”

He places the vibrator directly onto your clit, and instantly, you see stars.

“Fuck! Sir, I can’t!...”

You beg him to turn the settings down, but Yoongi only chuckles.

“Baby doll, I really haven’t turned it on yet.”

A press of a button, and it reveals another feature that has your mind scrambled within seconds. The suction pulses around your sensitive bundle of nerves, stimulating you in ways you’ve never even dreamed of.

Your babbling gets you mocked and teased by the toymaker. All while he’s still stuffing you with his cock.

“Look at my sweet little doll,” he tsks. “So confident in thinking she could handle my cock but can barely keep it together. The nerve; what were you trying to achieve, baby?”

As if you weren’t already a mess, he turns up the settings. If the entire town didn’t hear your scream, then the room has to be soundproof.

“I’m going to come!”

You sob and tremble as your body dangles in the air. Yoongi’s thrusts send you flying, but the hold on your waist never allows you to slip through his fingers.

“Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do for me if I let you?” he grunts.

He intentionally touches your cervix, making your eyes roll back. You don’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he notices the outline of his dick each time he enters your guts.

“Anything, Sir,” you promise. “Please. Just let me come!”

You aren’t sure what sound is filthier, the noises your cunt makes as your juices gush onto the floor, or Yoongi’s wet sticky sac slapping your ass with every impact.

“Well, when I fill this cunt… You better not spill a drop. Understand?”

“Okay, I won’t. Now, please.”

“I hear you, doll. I hear you.”

But relief doesn’t come as quickly as you thought it would. He turns the toy to the highest setting, making you lose your mind in seconds. Yoongi doesn’t hold back. When your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, he keeps fucking you like you’re a rag doll, bouncing you up and down on his hard shaft.

“You feel so good, doll,” he growls, slowing his pace. “I should keep you all to myself and pump my cum into you every night.”

“Sir, fuck!”

You try to calm down but hearing his deep voice filled with lust makes you hotter.

“Ahh… You like that. You wanna get knocked up, huh?”

His cock starts twitching inside of you at the thought.

“Please.” At this point, you can’t even recognize your voice, but you continue to fill his ears with everything he wants to hear. “Sir, fill my pussy. I promise I won’t spill any.”

This is probably the closest Yoongi has ever been to finding true love because the look he gives you tells it all. He’s never met anyone so perfect, so willing to accept him. His orgasm snatches him out of his reverie, reminding him of a reality he’ll have to face very soon.

A moment later, ropes of his warm cum paint your womb, drawing pleasant sighs from your lips.

“Goddamn it, doll,” he whispers while his cock slips out of you. “You’re a fucking slice of heaven, you know that?”

Yoongi uses his finger to stop the seeping cum from dripping to the floor. He pushes it back inside of you repeatedly until he’s satisfied. He lowers you and then carefully helps you out of the swing, so you don’t fall.

“You’re quiet, doll. Are you okay?”

You don’t respond but Yoongi still takes your hand and guides you up the stairs. Your palm feels so warm wrapped in his, and he can’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

He takes one look at you and realizes he’s in deep shit.

“What’s on your mind, doll?”

Doll.

He thinks that name is perfect for you. You may be a goddess, but you’re so delicate and cute. He wants you. He wants to keep you to himself despite knowing that he can’t.

“I’m hungry.” He wasn’t expecting that reply, but he doesn’t mind treating you to dinner after the things you just allowed him to do to you. “I want something… Sweet.”

“Well, there is a bakery across the street. He’s closed, but I know him so he’ll—”

You’re already heading to the door before he can finish his sentence. Yoongi quickly grabs his coat so he can cover your body. However, you turn around and place a hand on his chest to stop him.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“You said you wanted to get something to eat.”

Yoongi is slightly confused, but he laughs it off.

Those beautiful eyes stare into his soul, and he has no choice but to accept the fact that he’s whipped.

“Yeah… but not with you, hun.”

Your words leave him in shock, and he can only stand there frozen, watching you walk through the door and head over to his best friend’s store. The toymaker is heartbroken, and sad. But what can he say when this is how he carries on? You’ve got him, and you’ve gotten him good.

He laughs to himself, basking in the sweet smell of you that still lingers in the air.

“Damn, that was one wild sleigh ride.”

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margowritesthings · 1 year

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...For They Shall Obtain Mercy

Part 2 of 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

[Read Part 1 by @cowboydisaster Here]

pairing: Arthur Morgan x reader

word count: 2779

warnings: major character death, rdr2 spoilers, angst, violence, grief, loss, this destroyed me to write

a/n: here it is... my part of the 'Blessed Are The Merciful, For They Shall Obtain Mercy' series with the incredible Bre! I'm honoured to have collaborated with such a talented soul! Hope y’all enjoy because this one hurt…

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj @inkandbloodbound @counteveryfreckle @reaveries @elifsukirdaghehe

“I’m real sorry for you, son, it’s a hell of a thing.”

Arthur’s ears are ringing, part from the pure exhaustion failing to push the blood around his veins, part the doctor’s distant words. He feels miles away, despite the fact that Arthur is sitting only feet away from the man.

Tuberculosis?

“Well, what you mean?” He somehow manages to stutter out, feeling his heart struggle to pound against his chest. His mind is racing, the only part of him that doesn’t seem to have slowed recently, but he can’t seem to decipher anything running through it. Except you, of course. You’re always there.

“You’re real sick. It’s a progressive disease. You’ll be…”

Gone.

The man trails off and Arthur knows. He knows in the way the doctor’s eyes shift away from him, unable to maintain eye contact. It’s the exact way Grimshaw’s did those months ago, when Arthur’s world fell apart before him. The doctor looks so uncomfortable Arthur almost feels sorry for him, but it’s wasted. He doesn’t need to feel like he’s saying anything but exactly what Arthur wants to hear.

Say it. Say I’ll be dead and gone. Give me weeks, days.

I want to be with her.

But the doctor just can’t bring himself to say it. To give Arthur the goddamn relief he has yearned for since that bullet tore through everything he has ever loved, everything he lived for.

“Well, the best thing is rest, getting somewhere warm and dry and taking it easy. Is that possible?”

Arthur could laugh at the question, were he not certain that it would set him off in that painful cough again that reddened the corners of his vision. He shakes his head, responding weakly.

“No. It’s not possible.” There’s no anger there, no fire in his tone, just a weariness he’s worn since you left, and an acceptance he hasn’t felt in just as long.

And he can see the last of his days playing out before him. Rest will prolong it all, so rest there shall not be. God willing, he has precious little time to get his affairs in order. He’ll have to work hard, earn enough money to help John, Jack and Abigail get out of the gang for good. He’ll try to get through to Dutch, try not to leave the only family he’s ever known in the grasps of that rat bastard Micah. And then, once he’s watched the Marston’s ride off into the sunset, he can finally come home to you.

The man sitting across from Arthur wears an expression so stricken with pity it almost hurts, but nonetheless he pulls a wooden pipe out of the pocket of his lab coat and strikes a match, lighting the tobacco stuffed inside. There’s a pause, a moment where all that can be heard is the sizzle of dry leaves burning while the doctor takes his first toke.

“Well, like I said. I’m real sorry.”

I’m not.

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The first place Arthur rides to once leaving the doctor’s office is your grave. After your death, he took your horse, rode your body out of Shady Bell, and buried you in one of your favourite spots near the lake. It’s secluded but beautiful, close by to the spot he first told you he loved you. He visits often, sitting with you, telling you stories of the gang. Sometimes he just sits in silence, grasping for just the slightest hint of your energy. He always brings violets, your favourites. Today is no exception.

He rides as fast as he can, his ailing bones aching but determination driving him back to the closest thing he has to you for now.

He dismounts his mare, rewarding her with a sugar cube to thank her for her power and speed when he needs it the most, before carefully taking the violets from his satchel and turning to your final resting place.

It is only a few steps before he’s right beside your grave. He often rides right up, knowing you’d like to see the horses (whenever he can, he takes your horse, but today he’s with his own).

“Hey, sweetheart.” He slides to his knees in front of where you’re buried, weary joints thankful for the soft dirt beneath them.

Arthur busies his hands by picking out any flowers that have dried since he was last here and replacing them with his fresh ones, making a mental note to ask Charles to do the same whenever he gets the chance, make sure your spot is looked after once he’s gone.

“I, uh… I got some news for ya’.” The first few times Arthur spoke to you, he was reserved, almost awkward, not really knowing how to say what he wanted to. But he soon got used to it and speaks so naturally now, so openly, as if you’re really sitting there with him. He knows, deep down, that you are.

“I’m gonna be with ya’, darlin’. Real soon, actually.” He can’t help the smile that creeps right up from his heart to his face.

Maybe in another life, one without you, Arthur would have seen this end as a punishment. God striking the wicked, the outlaw who killed and robbed and used his name in vain whenever he goddamn pleased, but no. In this life, he sees it for what it is: mercy.

The second your heart stopped beating, Arthur’s sentence began. His sins were paid for with your life while he was left standing with nothing but a scar on his arm from a bullet graze, forced to learn to do this with only one half of his soul, forced to take each laboured breath alone again and again despite wanting anything but.

And finally, after serving his time, he shall be granted the mercy of rest.

“Now, I know what you’re thinkin’ and I ain’t givin’ up. I promised ya’ I wouldn’t. But I’m sick… real sick, doctor says.”

Once he’s sorted through the flowers, Arthur stills, his hand resting on the wooden headstone he crafted for you. For the first time, he notices just how pale and splotchy his complexion is, how thin his wrist looks in his sleeve. It calls upon a strange mix of emotion and he takes a deep breath to steady himself.

“I’ve got a plan- and don’t be goin’ on about how I sound like Dutch, I know… but I’m gonna get John out. Abigail, too, and Jack. I’m gonna work real hard and get them safe, then I’ll be right with you.”

Arthur shifts to sit rather than kneel, reaching into his collar and pulling out the golden chain around his neck, your engagement ring swaying slightly in the air before he drops it into his palm. The metal presses a little circle into his skin when he squeezes, imagining your fingers entangled in his in that perfect fit he’d kill to feel one last time. His breath is shaky as he exhales slowly, closing his eyes and focusing in on the sensation of the cold metal on his clammy skin.

He’s ready, he knows that much is true, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s still scared. He needs you, now more than ever, as he stands at the edge of the complete unknown. But he has to do this last stretch alone. One last ride before it’s finally over.

“I’m comin’, darlin’. Wait up for me, okay?”

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Tensions get progressively higher in the gang and Arthur loses hope for Dutch, but he never stops fighting for John, Abigail and Jack. He pushes himself to the very limit of what his body can do before it gives out, saving every cent he can. Micah sinks his claws in further and further, the atmosphere around camp gets darker.

When Sadie figures it out, there’s a quiet knowing that can only come from losing your soulmate. She’s devastated at the thought of losing Arthur, but she knows she’d give anything and everything to see her Jackey again. She knows he’d do the same to be with you, to have the mercy of no longer having to go on without your heart.

Charles is the same. He hasn’t lost in the same way Arthur and Sadie have, but he understands. He promises Arthur he will make sure your grave is looked after.

Arthur doesn’t tell anybody else outright, but they know. Nobody talks about it, except Micah, but they lost the Arthur they knew and loved the same day they lost you. They all sort through the sadness and gain the same clarity Arthur had the second that the doctor looked at him like a dying man: this is mercy, in that twisted way that only those who have lost everything can ever really comprehend.

He gets weaker, sometimes collapsing while out on jobs, waking up in widow’s houses or goddamn Guarma, of all places, for a few weeks there. Every time he loses consciousness, he hopes he’ll find you waiting for him, but the lord isn’t that kind just yet.

His body holds on for just that bit longer, until one day he’s standing in front of a mirror just after a bath and he can barely recognise himself. His eyes have hollowed, and no matter how much he eats his skin seems to hang on his bones awkwardly. It’s a striking, painful sight after so long of his worth being pinned on his title of Dutch’s muscle, but it’s a reminder that he can’t carry on forever.

Good.

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Everything comes to a head at Bacchus Bridge. ‘One last job’, as Dutch calls it. And Arthur knows he’s right.

One last job and I’ll be with ya’.

When it all falls apart, Arthur uses the absolute last of his strength to rescue Abigail from Milton and saves John. They run from Micah together, until Arthur just can’t run anymore.

“Alright, Arthur, come on. Let’s go.” John pleads, his chest sinking when he sees Arthur leaning on his knees, gasping for breath.

“You go…” he manages in a breath, barely audible.

“Keep pushing, Arthur.”

And Arthur knows.

“No… no, I think I’ve pushed all I can.”

It’s time.

“Come on.”

“You go.”

He can’t fight anymore.

“We ain’t got time for this. Not now.”

There’s a second shared between the two brothers where everything hangs in the air. All those years where it was John and Arthur against the world, all those jobs and fights and heartbreak and near misses and first loves and last loves and two lives lived dangerously and wholly side by side. It all ends now, with John, who is desperately holding on, and Arthur, who let go a long time ago.

“We ain’t both gonna make it. Go. Now. I’ll hold them off.” John has never heard Arthur sound so physically weak, but his strength is in his sacrifice, it’s in the determined way he takes off his hat and places it on John’s head, pressing it securely down.

There’s still a hesitation, John’s unwillingness to leave his brother behind and carry on without him, his lingering final promise to you that he’d look after Arthur, but he says nothing. He realises that Arthur just can’t do it any more. He knows he wants to be with you, more than anything. And who is John to stop him.

“It would mean a lot to me. Please.” Arthur’s voice breaks on his last plea, begging John to let him make his final sacrifice for his family. He places a hand on John’s shoulder, resting his weight into him for a brief moment, the last time he’ll ever lean on his brother. John is silent, resigned. He knows there is no changing Arthur’s mind, especially when he pulls his satchel off his shoulder and hangs it around John’s. He doesn’t need it where he’s going.

“There ain’t no more time for talk… go.” he mutters, a gunshot echoing in the distance as a reminder of why they’re running. If Arthur is going to do this, if John is going to get out safe with his family, it has to be now. Arthur turns to walk away, and all John can do is shout his name one last time, one last ditch attempt to keep his final promise to you, but his tone loses all its push.

“Arthur…”

“Get the hell outta here and be a goddamn man! Go to your family… I’m goin’ to mine.”

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Once Arthur knows the Marstons are safe, he has seldom left to lose. He gives it all one last push, fighting Micah until his body gives in and then some.

“I’m a survivor, black lung. That’s all there is to it.” He sneers, Arthur’s blood splattering against his knuckles with each blow, “Not like you, or your pretty little girlfriend. What was her name, again? I forget.”

A surge of energy, and he’s certain it’s you right there beside him, pushes Arthur off the ground. He manages to overpower Micah just enough to push him off the ledge. They both fall quite a height and the very last of Arthur’s air is knocked straight out of his chest and god it hurts so bad but all he can do is carry on fighting.

Not long now, my love.

Punches are thrown from both sides and it’s soon quite difficult to tell who is covered in whose blood. Arthur is running on pure fury and adrenaline now and he’s not sure how much he has left, but it surges when Micah says “still got a little fight in you, have you boy?”

“I fight for her.” He wheezes, lunging forwards and striking Micah in the eye, sending him falling backwards.

Arthur tries to drag the air into his lungs, but it’s tough. He can feel each manual function in his body failing, feel the coldness creeping up his spine.

Micah struggles back to his feet and before Arthur even knows what’s happening, he’s hit across the face hard and falls to the floor. The scraping of gunmetal against rock is so striking amongst the visceral sounds of man fighting man as Arthur’s pistol falls to the ground and slides right to the edge of the cliff.

Arthur can’t stand. He’s running out of steam, but he has to reach that gun. He crawls, scraping his bare hands against the floor desperately, the very last push. The very last push before he’s with you.

“Oh, black lung, you ain’t gonna reach that gun.” Micah taunts, “You lost, my sick friend. You lost.”

All Arthur can do, despite everything, is smile.

He tried to lose, he really did. When he lost you, Arthur did everything he could to lose this sick game God was playing with him. He lost himself, he lost his purpose. But then, on his last day in this world, he saved Abigail from Milton, and with some of the last breath in his bones, he got John and his family out. And now? You’re so close he can almost reach out and touch you. You’re waiting for him, he knows that. So how could he have lost?

“In the end… despite my best efforts to the contrary… it turns out I’ve won.”

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In the end, Arthur couldn’t get through to Dutch, but what’s done is done. He left, and Micah hobbled away, leaving Arthur to live his final moments alone.

They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes in his final moments, but they’re wrong. Arthur doesn’t see the jobs or the money, the strifes and the cells, he only sees the good parts. He sees you, laughing as you pounce onto him, pushing him down in the grass. He sees himself picking you up and twirling you around after not seeing you for a few days. He sees the way your face lights up as you realise what he’s doing all the way down there on one knee, a shaking hand holding out a ring to you.

The sun is setting, casting the most beautiful orange glow over the cowboy. He looks over, watching the clouds wisp around the orb while letting his laboured breaths slow.

“I’m comin’, darlin…” he whispers, barely audible anymore but it doesn’t matter. You can hear him.

With the very last of his energy, Arthur’s brows pull together ever so slightly as he notices a shadow cast over him. He looks up, watching as a doe stalks towards him, bowing her head right beside him. She nudges her head against his, and Arthur knows it’s time to let go.

You’re here for him.

It’s time to come home.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x y/n #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan angst #rdr2 fanfic

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smallnekomata · 11 months

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My Goodbye (God!Knives x Reader)

A/N: I am so sorry I just need to get this thing out of my head because I’ve been putting this song on repeat yet again and took inspiration from it.... Well, I was daydreaming about it but I just really had to write it down. I’m sorry if it feels like its all over the place but I hope y’all enjoy it TwT

Content: Knives x Reader, angst, reader is Knives chosen champion, but everything fell apart coz hehe

When the gods had agreed to choose a human champion to guide, Knives was the only one who was left without one.

He claimed that he wanted the best. One that can catch up to his strictness and one who strived for perfection as he does.

The god of war wanted no weak humans to serve as his champion.

Then you came.

You had caught his interest. Your eagerness. Your sarcasm.

He took you under his wing and trained you. Molded you to his liking.

You were feared on the battlefield by your fellow humans, cutting everything in your way, and that alone delighted Knives.

But after meeting Vash, the god of love and peace, you changed.

You had grown too soft.

Once you had sliced down a man without remorse and now, you can't even kill your enemy because you had grown to be merciful.

He stood there before you, a menacing glare in his steel blue eyes as he looked down at your figure.

"You were reckless, sentimental at best." Knives spat and you could have sworn there was venom in his words as his fists clenched to his side and he glared daggers at you. "That's not a teaching of mine."

"You've grown soft." He said as he started to circle around you as if he was a predator looking for your weak spot. "Your dead friends can attest." The god of war growled into your ear.

You felt anger surge within you and turned to hit him but he caught your wrist, stopping your attack.

"Put your emotions aside." He said, sneering in disgust as he let go of you when you pulled your arm away from him as you glared.

"You're a warrior, feared by your fellow mortals, and lead your army to victories." Knives said as he stood up straight and scowled at you.

He doesn't know where he went wrong and it frustrated him to no end.

It was Vash's fault.

It was his damned twin brother's fault that he was losing you like this.

"You're not fit to be my champion anymore." He said and his words made you look up at him in surprise.

"What-"

"This way, you won't disappoint me and waste my damn time." Knives growled as he stopped in front of you, his eyes staring into your soul.

"That's like you, why should I be surprised?" You scoffed as you stepped closer to him, meeting his glare with your own.

"Selfish, prideful, and vain." You sneered.

"Unlike you, every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain." You continued as you took a step forward, tightly clenching your fists. "What good is the title of being your champion if I'll never sleep at night? Never be at ease. Never living a peaceful life."

"I once looked up to you. I thought that there might even be a chance that you'll see me as something more." You said, feeling your voice shake ever so slightly and your gaze softened for a moment before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

When you open your eyes again, Knives can see the apathetic look in your gaze. One that suddenly made his heartache at the look that you were giving him.

"But now we're done." You said and crossed your arms over your chest. "At least that way, you're out of my head and I don't have to deal with your every single shit."

"Aren't you glad?" You said, your voice slowly rising as you glared up at him. "That you don't have to waste your time on some mortal like me."

Your words riled Knives up and he gritted his teeth.

"I'm not looking for a friend, Y/n." The god of war said as he glared at you. "You showed promise when you first came to me and I trained you to be my champion but it seems I was mistaken."

"What a waste of effort." He scoffed but that was the final straw for you.

"At least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known!!!!" You shouted as you pointed at him. "Since you claim you're so much wiser, why is your life spent all alone?!"

"You're alone, Knives!!! You push everyone away!!!!" You yelled, your voice echoing as you angrily looked up at him.

The two of you stared each other down, the tension was thick between the two of you.

Knives stared down at you. He could have killed you right here and then… but those words echoed in his mind.

There was silence for a few moments and he stared at you. You could see the flicker of regret and sadness in his eyes and he sighed.

"One day, you'll hear what I'm saying." He said, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he reached to cup your cheek with his hand. "One day, you might understand."

His action surprised you as he rubbed his thumb over your cheek.

"One day… but not today." Knives whispered as he slowly pulled away. "For after all... you're just a mortal." He said as he stepped back.

His form starts to shimmer and he stared at you with an emotionless expression on his face.

“Consider this as my goodbye, Y/n.” He said as he vanished into thin air. You felt his presence gone from your mind, along with the blessings that he bestowed upon you when he made you his champion.

Except he left one blessing with you... One that would protect you from danger.

Once he was gone, you felt tears surfaced in your eyes as your knees gave way under you and you covered your face with your hands as you sobbed.

He was truly gone and out of your life.

You wanted to say good riddance but…

Why does it hurt?

#Knives x reader #Million Knives #Trigun #knives x y/n #trigun knives #trigun stampede #nai x reader #nai x y/n #Milliion Knives x reader #Million Knives x y/n #Knives angst

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Dante Treating You To Sundaes On A Hot Day

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Words: 1,043

(A/N:) It’s so freaking hot and dry where I live right now I just had to write something with Dante. Mostly to keep myself from going insane with the lack of rain and coming home covered in dust. So yeah just a little bit of indulgence for myself and anyone else suffering in this summer heat. Stay hydrated y’all! ~Countess

You were in a pit of despair, or so it felt like as you laid on the floor of the Devil May Cry office trying to will some semblance of cool to seep into your skin. You tried to not think about how nasty the floor was, since the power had been shut off about two hours ago in the sweltering heat. The sun and electric company had no mercy upon your soul in the soul scorching heat. True to fashion instead of paying the electric bill Dante had decided to waste all his devil killing earnings on pizza and strawberry sundaes. Now you were stuck in a hot stuffy building, sweating your butt off, and cursing everything you could think of. That’s when the perpetrator walked through the front door with the gall to whistle as he shut the door. Dante could see that you were sprawled out in the middle of the floor, his heart had skipped a beat thinking something was wrong with you until your head whipped in his direction with a glare that would have melted solid steel. Casually dropping his weapons by the door he walked towards you boots thudding against the floorboards before he too laid down right beside you.

“Miss me,” he grinned slyly before dodging your weak attempt to backhand him.

“No. Go away,” you snarled trying again to hit him but failing once more.

“Awww don’t be that way baby,” he stroked your arm.

“Dante it’s so freaking hot in here and you have the nerve to tell me not to be angry when you didn’t pay the electric bill. All you did was order pizza and go out for ice cream.”

He scooted closer causing you to scoot back. “Babe a man’s gotta eat.”

“Dante,” you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose. “I know that you need to eat but there’s a thing called budgeting. You pay bills, you buy groceries and cook, and then if there’s any left you keep it for emergencies.”

“Do I look like I cook?”

“Then I will cook for you! Seriously Dante it’s so freaking hot in here it’s not even funny!”

Dante chuckled, “Only because I’m here now.”

“I swear Dante if I wasn’t so miserably exhausted from the heat I would strangle you,” you groaned.

“If that’s how you wanna play babe I’m all for it,” he purred.

“Ewww that’s it I’m leaving,” you grunted from the effort of rising up out of the floor.

“Okay okay,” Dante relented. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you out for sundaes to make it up to you.”

“You don’t even have the money to pay your electric bill and you want me to believe that you have enough to go get ice cream,” you raised an eyebrow.

“I have enough to treat my girl to ice cream,” he scoffed.

You pointed in his face, “If you leave me with the bill this time like you did last time. I swear Dante that you are sleeping outside.”

“You have already kicked me out of the bed so what’s the difference.”

“I have good reason,” you retorted.

“And that is?”

“You are part human, part devil Dante. It’s like a thousand degrees outside, even at night. Your body temperature stays hot so sleeping next to you is like sleeping beside lava. Therefore I actually want to sleep and not melt.”

“But it’s so lonely by myself,” the devil hunter pouted.

“Then I’ll make you a deal,” you couldn’t say no to those blue eyes for very long. “If you actually treat me to ice cream and pay for it. I will let you come back to sleep in the bedroom.”

Dante suddenly grabbed your wrist dragging you towards the office entrance. Despite his age Dante mostly acted like an overgrown child. He was endearing though and so kind hearted after all that he had gone through in his lifetime. You couldn’t deny him anything for too long since he was the complete opposite of selfish. He could seem harsh at times but it was always in concern for someone else.

Despite the heat you were happy to get out and about. The thought of something cold sounded out of the world amazing too. So when Dante held open the door for you at the local ice cream shop you sighed in relief at the air conditioning hitting your sweaty form.

“I should have just come here for the air conditioning,” you sighed in relief.

“I don’t think they’d let you stay long babe if you didn’t buy anything,” Dante snorted heading straight to the counter. “One strawberry sundae and whatever my girlfriend wants.”

You immediately told the guy behind the counter your favorite, getting a small. You knew Dante promised to pay for the ice cream but you didn’t want to bleed him dry, you also didn’t know if he had enough anyhow. He was pretty good at lying when he needed to. Fortunately this time wasn’t one of those times as you both sat in a booth right under the vent enjoying the decadent treats while cool air blew onto the table. You snatched a strawberry from Dante’s sundae cup, earning yourself a glare while you popped the fruit into your mouth. Dante stole the cherry from yours in retaliation. You couldn’t be mad at him though, he actually kept his word this time. So you ate in silence for a little bit before you offered him a spoonful of your treat. He immediately accepted before tucking back into his.

“Thanks Dante,” you finally spoke. “I needed this.”

“Me too. Anytime is good for a strawberry sundae.”

“Says the man with a ten year old’s palate,” you laughed.

“That’s just rude.”

“Well,” you stretched finally comfortable with your body temp cooled off. “You held up your end of the bargain so I will uphold my end. You can sleep with me tonight. But if I get too hot I’m kicking you off the bed.”

“Not if I cling to you all night,” he smirked.

“Not gonna happen,” you shook your head. Despite your tough attitude Dante did in fact hold onto you all night and despite the heat it was the best sleep you had gotten in awhile.

#Dante X Reader #Dante / Reader #Devil May Cry #DMC #Dante Imagine #Devil May Cry Imagine #Imagine #Dante #Not My Gif #My Writing

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ballplayersxo · 6 months

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“Her family is well known and it’s a small town he wouldn’t dare 😡”

🤨🧐🤨🧐🤨🧐

Princess Diana from the Spencer family got cheated on by the now King of the Commonwealth who has married his mistress

Kate Middleton, the Princess/Dutchess of Wales (or whatever it is) is allegedly getting cheated on by the Prince/Duke of Wales and her family was also well known in their city before they got together

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter’s family was pretty much known by not only the entire city of Houston but the state of Texas before she got with JayZ, and now they are known by the entire world, and guess what???? BEYONCÉ herself still got cheated on

Jackie O “allegedly” got cheated on by the President when she was the First Lady and her family was well known before she got with JK

Hillary Clinton literally got cheated on by the President in the f*cking Oval Office when she was the First Lady of the USofA and got humiliated in front of not just the nation but the entire f*cking world

Im sure there are women who come from well known families in their hometowns who are married to local/statewide politicians or even just regular dudes who are getting cheated on as well

And the sad part is, guess what all those women (excluding the OG Princess Diana) have in common?

Once they found out about their partner’s infidelity: they stayed.

and there are people who most likely knew this was happening, but to those people, why say something against this powerful man (yes we would usually call those people cowards with no back bone) and it has nothing to do with them and ain’t messing up they pockets?

Im not saying JB9 is a cheater, I really hope he isn’t because that shit isn’t cool at all, and I have nothing against his girlfriend, but to say that she wouldn’t get cheated on because of her family is some top tier nonsense when the most powerful women in the world throughout history have gotten cheated on.

Y’all know the saying: “If Beyoncé got cheated on what does that say about what happens to the rest of us?”

(Of course, not everyone is getting cheated on, there are good men out there believe it or not and I want to believe JB9 is one of them)

Again, I’m not saying he cheats, I really hope he doesn’t because no one deserves to get treated like that whether they accept it or not, but she’s not exempt from it happening to her. Especially when that man is the franchise QB1 that brought that team out from the trenches and is arguably the 2nd best quarterback in the league

I personally don’t think I could stay knowing my partner is out there doing me wrong whether in public or doing it quietly,

but those women I listed above have the mindset that “ a power couple is better than what else I could get or if I stay single” (which is unfortunate, bc we deserve the force that a single Beyoncé would give). JB9 & her ain’t on that level, maybe in Cincinnati I guess, but ykwim

I don’t know what goes on in their relationship it really ain’t our business, but it seems like the girl is doing just fine regardless

But y’all fans need to be so forreal

And if it helps, I used to be painfully naive too, but then when growing up and reading blogs like this or LSA or hearing things in the news, or just seeing what happens in my city……yeah, unfortunately the rose tinted glasses fall off and get stepped on real fast without mercy (and this is coming from a 24yo hopeless romantic)

Sorry this is so long but last thing:

I’m rooting for all y’all ladies out there 😘 be safe girly pops!

It’s hard out here for women, and people (including women) don’t care about us when it protects their favorite men

this is such an excellent post lmao thank you for this anon cause the girlies have lost their damn minds when it comes to speculating about athletes cheating. none of us are safe and i think that’s the main point we have to remember

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 2 years

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Can you do a …

Terzo taking care of copia who had a bad day?

-kisses this before handing it to you- <3

**disclaimer y’all, you should know this but they are not related in this scenario**

“Sorry I’m late, I-”

Terzo’s voice trailed off after he turned from the doorway to the Papal Suite to see Copia laying on his back on the cold marble floor, staring up at the ceiling with his gloved hands folded over his chest. He let out a pensive breath and ran his fingers through his hair before quietly approaching to stop and look down, blocking his lovers view of the ceiling.

“Satanas you scared me, amore. What are you doing?”

Copia blinked listlessly at him and swallowed against his dry throat before he answered, “I can’t do this.”

Terzo’s brow furrowed. “Do what, caro?”

“This, any of this…”

The Emeritus’s heart sank, and he lowered himself to the floor to sit with his legs stretched out on either side of Copia before scooting forward, gently coaxing him to sit up by sliding his hands under his shoulders. Once he had him comfortably resting with Copia’s back to his chest, he reached for his hands, tugging at the fingers of his gloves to slide them off before doing the same with his own. Tossing the gloves to the side, he wrapped his arms around his partner and rested his chin on his head.

After taking a deep breath and letting it out, Terzo said, “I understand, amore mio. We have bad days but, they are temporary, yes?”

Copia stayed silent for a moment, taking Terzo’s hand in his to wistfully stroke his fingers before he answered, “It doesn’t feel that way.”

“I know.” He paused to kiss the top of his head. “But tomorrow is always a new day.”

The Cardinal took a deep breath of his own and let it out slowly, nodding his head. “It is. I’m just… I’m tired, amore.”

Terzo laced his fingers with Copia’s to give his hand a gentle squeeze and said, “So we will rest, hm? Anyone calls, we do not answer. Nothing is more important than your rest. Fuck them.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Copia’s mouth, and he nodded again.

“Va bene. Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable.”

Copia shifted to look at him, a glint showing in his eyes, “Are you trying to get me out of my pants, bastardo furbo?”

Terzo raised his eyebrows then flashed a devilish smile. “Do you want me to? -Ai!”

Copia barked a laugh then sprung up to race into the next room after pinching the inside of Terzo’s thigh hard enough to bruise. His partner was soon hot on his tail, failing to hide the laughter in his voice.

“Figlio di puttana! You better run, caro! There will be no mercy!”

#ghost fic #request #copiiia #ily ghestie!#ghost fanfiction

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restlessfandoming · 2 years

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“keep your enemies close” (pt. 1) (chilumi fic)

Lumine wants to join The Fatui Harbingers. Childe does not like this, but he may have no other option.

[Fic Masterlist] // [AO3 Link]

note: hey y’all. it’s been a while…ehe. sorry for the disappearance–life gets in the way sometimes ya know? anyways, i’ve been wanting to return to genshin for a while, and then that Harbinger reveal video dropped so now i am here HEEHEE.

I am absolutely not caught up with any of the story/events since the end of the Inazuma arc (around Yae Miko’s release), so some information may be off lol. i am also pretty rusty with writing ;_;

i know this concept has probably been hashed out a billion times, especially with the release of the new vid, but i just wanted to write itttttttt ;__; and rn i am honestly not too sure how long this will be owo

i hope you all will enjoy!

“keep your enemies close” (pt. 1)

“I want to become a Harbinger.” Of course, Lumine had mulled it over and over again, but she never expected the words to leave her mouth.

Childe stared blankly at her—and for a second, Lumine thought he didn’t hear her correctly—until he burst out laughing: boisterously, holding his sides, and wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

“You have such an odd sense of humor,” he said in-between inhales of breath. “It’s a good thing I find you funny.”

Lumine frowned. “It wasn’t a joke, Childe.”

He blinked, smile falling, the lines of his face becoming taut. “That better be another joke, comrade.”

“I assure you, it is not,” she reiterated.

After the events of Inazuma, and witnessing, yet again, the unraveling of Fatui plans, Lumine truly realized how far the Snezhnayan diplomats had sunk their teeth into every single nation. They had the connections and knowledge she needed, everything to find Aether again. She needed them to find out what was this “truth” Aether had spoken of, about the “war” they would have to fight before they could finally leave this world.

Her brother had told her to continue traveling Teyvat, and with the Fatui established all throughout the land, she could do so easily if she was on their side. Not to mention it was becoming a real pain having the Fatui getting in the way of her travels every single time she moved forward; if she was a Harbinger, they couldn’t bother her any longer.

And with the death of Signora, seeing how easily the Raiden Shogun disintegrated her with no mercy, Lumine was growing weary of The Seven. How Zhongli could never tell her what she needed to know, despite knowing she was desperate for information. How she always had to step in to help these Archons. These were all-powerful beings that needed a now significantly less powerful Traveler—someone who wasn’t even of their world—to help them with their issues? How could they be expected to look after their own land, their own people? So maybe Lumine could sympathize with the Harbingers’—The Tsaritsa’s—mission: to seize authority from these so-called gods, to take away their power they didn’t deserve.

“You guys have a vacancy anyways, right?” Lumine continued.

A glint in his eyes. “With thanks to you,” he said, his voice amused, though still with an underlying seriousness. “But that doesn’t mean you can just come and fill in for Signora.”

“You said once that I should join the Fatui. Why are you against it now?”

“Time changes things.” Childe glanced out the window of the teahouse room they were in. “And you were very adamant about staying away from the Fatui before. Why do you want to join now?”

“Time changes things,” Lumine echoed.

Childe looked back at her, his blue eyes twitching in amusement once more. “You do understand that the Harbingers aren’t the greatest fans of yours?”

Lumine scoffed. “I’m sure I would fit right in then. You all never got along in the first place.”

He snorted. “You’re not wrong.” He leaned in, just a bit. “Is this the only reason why you asked to meet?”

“You’re my only connection to the Harbingers, to the Tsaritsa. And we’re somewhat friendly, right?” she responded. “Can you help me?”

He held her gaze for a second. “Somewhat friendly…,” he murmured. Then, he stood up. “I can’t help you.” He started for the door.

“What?” Lumine shot up, rushing to Childe. “Why not?”

He looked down at her, his face uncharacteristically grim. “This wouldn’t end well for you. You don’t know the Harbingers like I do.”

“I can handle myself.”

A small chuckle. “I know.”

“Then let me in.”

Childe sighed. “The answer is no. I’m sorry, Lumine.”

She stood in place, watching Childe exit the teahouse, too shocked to move.

She had honestly expected him to say yes, to enthusiastically accept, and whisk her off to Snezhnaya straight away to join their ranks.

Why did he say no?

* * *

Childe was glad Lumine wasn’t here.

Well, he was never glad when she wasn’t around.

But staring at his fellow harbingers around him now, feeling the absolute poison radiating from them merely standing there, he was completely convinced his denial of Lumine’s request was the right call.

All day, all the time, he was surrounded by darkness, deceit, death—and Lumine was none of those. She was like a little light in his life, something he didn’t think he would find in any one other than his family. Maybe that’s why he felt the need to protect her.

So no, he wouldn’t let her be corrupted, not like he was. She was good, he was bad; and he would keep it that way—

“Tartaglia,” Pierro’s voice boomed, shaking Childe from his thoughts.

He cleared his throat. “Yes, Pierro?”

“He had asked you of your findings in Inazuma,” Arlecchino sighed. “We are discussing important matters, and here you are daydreaming.”

“Tch. How incompetent,” Sandrone muttered. Childe narrowed his eyes at her.

“Enough,” Pierro said. “I did not ask for all this fodder—only for information of The Balladeer’s whereabouts.”

Childe exhaled his frustration. “Nothing. There isn’t a single trace of him anywhere in Inazuma.”

“Perhaps he has left Inazuma then,” Capitano suggested. “What could possibly be his goal?”

“He would not have left Inazuma,” Dottore countered. He swished the vial of glowing liquid in his hand. “He had long yearned for the Raiden’s Gnosis. One can only assume he desires to overtake his creator—to become the Electro Archon himself.”

Sandrone rolled her eyes. “Good riddance. We do not need self-serving traitors in our midst.”

Pulcinella cleared his throat. “Even if you did not enjoy his company, we still must find him; he possesses a great asset: a Gnosis our Tsaritsa needs.”

“Shall I go to Inazuma in Tartaglia’s stead?” Columbina nearly sang; a smile stretched across her lips. “I would find Scaramouche in no time.”

The thought of Columbina coming across Lumine set Childe’s gut ablaze. “No,” he said, perhaps a little too quickly. “I will find him.”

“Do try not to level an entire city this time,” Pantalone interjected. “Your mistakes in Liyue were costly ones, and I may not be so merciful next time.”

“If Signora had just told me what was happening then maybe that wouldn’t have happened.” Childe’s jaw tightened. “All those lies. And look what it caused,” he added bitterly.

“You may not agree with Signora’s methods,” Arlecchino glared at Childe, “but she got what she was after—Morax’s Gnosis. You, on the other hand, were too busy being beaten by that Traveler.”

Childe laughed darkly. “Need I remind you that Traveler also bested Signora, who you oh-so admire?”

There was a moment of silence as each Harbinger thought of Signora’s untimely demise.

Columbina hummed a small tune, as if in thought. “Hm, she seems to be a real thorn in our side.” Another smile. “I will take care of her, Pierro.”

Childe’s mouth went dry. “Who? The Traveler?” No no no.

“Who else, you buffoon?” Sandrone scoffed. “You were just speaking of her.”

“I agree,” Capitano said. “She is hindering Her Majesty’s plans. She must be dealt with.”

NO! Childe’s heart hammered away furiously in his chest. Once it was decided Lumine was to be killed, his comrades would do everything in their power to make it happen. I have to stop this. But how? What can I do—

“Is something the matter, Childe?” Dottore inquired. He had stopped spinning his vial. “Your heart rate seems to have increased significantly.”

All of the Harbingers had their eyes on Childe. He swore he heard the blood rushing from his head. I need to think of something, ANYTHING.

“I don’t agree.” The words had slipped out of his mouth. His mind was at a loss. I have to protect her.

“So what?” Arlecchino sneered. “Your opinion doesn’t matter. If the rest of us want her dead, then she will be killed—”

“Childe is just as much a Harbinger as you are, Arlecchino,” Pulcinella interrupted. “His opinion does matter.” He turned his gaze to Childe. “Why are you against eliminating this Traveler, Tartaglia?”

There was one way to get out of this. Lumine was right, there was a vacancy in their ranks, and the Tsaritsa was always looking for worthy warriors to serve her. This would save her. Please.

Childe took in a shaky breath.

“I think the Traveler should become a Harbinger.”

…

The room was silent once again.

…

Then, the Harbingers broke out into a chorus of voices.

“Are you insane? She killed Signora and you want her here?” Arlecchino growled.

Capitano nodded. “She cannot be trusted.”

“Well, she does seem like a powerful asset to have,” Pantalone mused.

“And her powers and strength grow with each passing day,” Dottore said. “Somehow…”

“And what makes you think she even wants to join us?” Sandrone questioned. “She considers us her enemies, hence her constantly thwarting our plans.”

Columbina tilted her head. “The Traveler on our side? How very interesting…”

“Silence,” Pierro commanded. He stared down Childe, his blue eye aglow. “Are you personally recruiting this Traveler? Without the approval of the Tsaritsa?”

“I am. Just like how you recruited Dottore, Pantalone, Signora…and Scaramouche,” Childe said, “Who, as we all know, actually did betray us.”

Even without a change in his expression, Childe knew Pierro was unhappy with his remark. But he needed any leverage he could get, anything to keep Lumine alive.

“Perhaps we can bring her here. See this Traveler for ourselves,” Pulcinella said. “Grant an audience with her and the Tsaritsa. Her Majesty will know right away if the Traveler is to be trusted.”

“But Pierro’s recruits—” Childe started.

“Are a different story,” Pulcinella interjected. “None of his recruits had done anything worthy of suspicion at that time. This Traveler, on the other hand, has continuously halted various operations of ours, slain countless Fatui members, and caused the downfall of Signora.”

“It’s a wonder we let her live this long,” Arlecchino mumbled.

“Pulcinella is right,” Capitano said. “Her Majesty will know exactly what to do with this Traveler.”

“Her Majesty knows all,” Pierro echoed. “Tartaglia, you will bring the Traveler here at once—to let her fate be decided by our great Tsaritsa.”

Childe nodded, suppressing the urge to smile. He did it. Lumine would live to see another day.

But the worry didn’t subside from his chest. Yes, she would live, but for how much longer? He glanced at his fellow Harbingers—all bloodthirsty in their own ways. How long until they devoured her?

He had bought her some time, but now, Childe would have to bring Lumine to these demons.

A rabbit straight into a wolf’s den.

* * *

[part 2]

#genshin fic #genshin childe #genshin lumine #chilumi

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marichive · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐒

A compilation of ridiculous things my and my friends’ muses have said to each other via wire rp. Change pronouns/etc. as necessary.

tw for light drug mentions, violence mentions, other non-PG shenanigans.

❝ I’m going to fight [name]’s boyfriend and none of you can stop me. ❞

❝ Uh, I think the fuck not.❞

❝ He’s a menace to society. ❞

❝ Respectfully . . . or not, idc, your kid’s being a little bitch. ❞

❝ Come sort your kids out, they’re being little shits again. ❞

❝ This is all your fault [name]. ❞

❝ He said I look like a chicken. ❞

❝ All of you are dumb as fuck. ❞

❝ Why are you getting banned from Applebees, bro? ❞

❝ We’re all consenting to this ass-kicking. ❞

❝ Are we about to Hunger Games fight for the family spot? ❞

❝ No one asked you low-grade John Cena. ❞

❝ Watch your mouth chicken shit! ❞

❝ Jokes on you I’ve been bullied my whole life this is nothing. ❞

❝ Maybe one day the crazy old dude will snap and try to drown y’all. ❞

❝ [name] is the brain but on cocaine. ❞

❝ Not your business. Only cool shit allowed. ❞

❝ We know what he allows over there, don’t we [name]. ❞

❝ Forgot how to use a condom once. Voila. ❞

❝ No one here understands shirts apparently. ❞

❝ Shut up noodle arms. ❞

❝ I asked you to have my back and you chose chaos. ❞

❝ What kind of fucking shoes? ❞

❝ You can full government name me all you want. ❞

❝ There can be no peace. ❞

❝ Sorry [name] I don’t speak stupid. ❞

❝ He stole my dad, there is no mercy. ❞

❝ I had a cute little bum and great hair. ❞

❝ Takes one to know one. “Please senpai [name], notice me! Shut up. ❞

❝ [name]’s about to McFreakin Lose It I can sense it. ❞

❝ Am I the drama? I don’t think I’m the drama. ❞

❝ Goodbye now [name] I’m over you. ❞

❝ You can’t quit me. I’m like an unwanted baby.❞

❝ Childhood trauma said otherwise. ❞

❝ If y’all had just let me fight him in the damn Applebees parking lot. ❞

❝ Even though I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry about what happened. ❞

❝ Please come snap my neck. ❞

❝ Ew you and [name] are going at it. That’s gross. ❞

❝ This family is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE. ❞

❝ You don’t get a tattoo for someone like that unless you’re whipped. ❞

❝ I pray for that boy. ❞

❝ I’ll be sure to personally deliver these to your boyfriend. ❞

❝ It’s okay dude. It’s just a box of condoms. Don’t let it get to you. ❞

❝ Toughen us up? How? In the bedroom!? ❞

❝ Just take the trauma and get it over with jfc. ❞

❝ Wrap your willy before you get silly. ❞

❝ I’m choosing to ignore that bullshit altogether, thanks. ❞

❝ I just wanna know what they’re scheming about, so I’m scheming.❞

❝ I see simp, I say simp. ❞

❝ Can’t believe “Jiffy Lube” is the name of an actual company. It just sounds like someone found an alternative, horrible use for peanut butter. ❞

❝ “You’re so dramatic” yeah I just watched my brother’s dick get called a fucking aubergine. ❞

❝ I will bludgeon you with a crunchwrap. ❞

❝ Talking bad about myself is so fun dude. I hate that bitch. ❞

❝ [name] kicked me in the dick. ❞

❝ Did you touch [name]’s boyfriend’s nunchuck!? ❞

❝ What did she say? Does that mean “bitch”? I feel like it means bitch. ❞

❝ Does that mean Dracula was a secret fuckboy in the italian translation? ❞

❝ Headlight right to the dick. He deserves it. ❞

❝ You’re offering to let him kick you in the face? ❞

❝ I just said you shouldn’t fight a bear, you’re the one that made this personal. ❞

❝ I’m gonna hit [name] with my car. ❞

❝ WHY DID YOU INSTANTLY BLAME ME!?❞

❝ [name], tell me you don’t like [name] more than me and we’ll be good. ❞

❝ I don’t know what [name] wants, my dick kicked or a kiss. ❞

❝ A couple of virgins pointing fingers. ❞

❝ [name] and her boner can shut up. ❞

❝ Heard you had sex. Congrats you virgin. ❞

❝ Who are you swapping pants with? ❞

❝ No, not murder. I think. ❞

❝ First you think I’m mafia, now you think I have a ninja army? ❞

❝ Baby powder is a hell of a drug. ❞

❝ The other 20% is we all actually get along pretty well. Usually when we’re doing cool power rangers shit. ❞

❝ I’m gonna choke him out. ❞

❝ Would you be upset if I physically fight your father? ❞

❝ You told her to get DUREX? I’m going to kill you. ❞

❝ [name] be strong! Do it for Voltron! ❞

❝ You have violated the Geneva Convention I hope you’re happy. ❞

❝ C’mon [name]. Be there for your girl’s first weenie experience.❞

❝ I’m so horny and angry all the time. ❞

❝ I’m a short king so shut that down. ❞

❝ Any catastrophes today? Do I need to cause another? It’s too quiet. ❞

❝ If there are no problems I will make myself a problem. No one is here to stop me. ❞

❝ So the In-N-Out makes you jealous, but not the fact that I said I would tattoo [name]’s name on my ass in italian? ❞

❝ stfu you had a tiddy tat for your ex. ❞

❝ Now it’s a tiddy reaper thanks. ❞

❝ You guys wanna commit arson? ❞

❝ I’m not smart enough to leave. ❞

❝ The ancient philosophical question. How much simp should a good simp simp? ❞

❝ idk sounds like you just expressed intent to choke me. ❞

❝ I told a short joke and you made it about feet! ❞

❝ “Fragile princess feet” sounds like you know them intimately and I couldn’t blow past it!❞

❝ Never use the word “intimately” in my presence again! ❞

❝ I’m gonna go get banned from Denny’s you can either come with me and enjoy the chaos or pick me up afterward before the cops show up. ❞

❝ Because I am a wholesome innocent boy. ❞

❝ I guess I could shove some paper down his throat. ❞

❝ Fuck inflation, am I right? ❞

❝ I’m in your house bitch. ❞

❝ I’m tying your socks into a chain. ❞

❝ I’m the hot girlfriend? That’s so fucking cool man. ❞

❝ Stubborn gremlin, I’ll tell [name] to stop feeding you after midnight. ❞

❝ Squeezed my ass through this hole and idk how I’m gonna get back out. ❞

❝ Good morning, satan. ❞

❝ Your son did, bitch. ❞

❝ So? I’m a bad person! ❞

❝ Right line wrong person, bromeo. ❞

❝ Don’t “lol” me. ❞

❝ I feel like you’re trying to sneak in a lesson here somewhere but all I can think about is becoming an attack helicopter. ❞

❝ You put condom balloon animals all over my room! ❞

❝ Head empty, only angry, confused, and somewhat horny feelings. ❞

❝ Yeah look at you, with your fucked up internal organs. ❞

❝ I’m not insane I just ate an entire box of mini muffins by myself. ❞

❝ You had to get the most phallic looking one? ❞

❝ I did get kidnapped btw. ❞

❝ “uh, safe” doesn’t make me feel better bestie. ❞

❝ Jedi never get shit done anyway, they just sit and argue. ❞

❝ I made napalm by accident. ❞

❝ It’s the international emoji for ass. ❞

❝ That’s a cry for help if I ever saw one. ❞

❝ What’s a sugar daddy but like, the wholesome version? Fairy godmother? Can I have one of those? ❞

❝ That is an unholy combination of words. ❞

❝ I will literally fight you on your birthday idc. ❞

❝ The primary concern is what I refer to as “the Applebees effect”. ❞

#[memes ; mine]#[memes ; for muse]#[memes ; general]

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winns-stuff · 2 years

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LO RANT:

Okay I’m sorry this will be small and it’s basically about that slide with Thanatos and Hades. It’s just crazy to me that some LO fans will see Hades being absolutely ruthless to other characters and having no mercy at all when interacting with one of his employees yet they will always say “well he’s not like that anymore” or “I want to see Hades’ side to the story” or even “he probably deserved it”. Like??? Do you guys not understand that Hades is just being a dick to be a dick, there is no conspiracy theories, no explanations, no backstory, and there is no easter bunny. Have you ever thought that maybe… Hades is just.. You know, an asshole for just no reason at all. Maybe that’s just him and that’s who he is as a person.

Also, can we ask why Hades isn’t being held accountable at all for his behavior??? Thanatos was once a mean girl and he had backlash, Demeter’s behavior wasn’t the best with the helicopter parent thing and she had backlash, Hestia was a hypocrite and she had backlash, and Zeus isn’t the best husband and he also had backlash. I just hate all of this favoritism, it’s really getting on my nerves because I just really do not like hypocrisy. Especially when a lot of fans have said some really mean things about other fans who like those characters. I just don’t understand that just because he’s apart of the main cast doesn’t mean he’s above being held accountable and if you wanna preach about accountability so much I think it’s time that you start practicing yourself.

Anyways that’s the end of the rant, I’m so upset that once again Thanatos is being mistreated and barely anyone cares about that. Y’all know how I feel about that man and I just cannot understand the madness behind some Hades stans. It’s giving those dream stans who actively ignore the very harmful things that he’s been doing for a about a few years now. Listen, I know it’s your favorite character we’re talking about and I know I may come off harsh because I am really biased, I’m sorry I don’t wanna offend regular degular Hades fans who are just there to like him as a character. I only speak my annoyance to those who are fans of him who literally witch hunt and insult or even cyber bully people who don’t think he’s all of that. That’s a terrible thing to do and I’ve seen a lot of those fans doing it and I find that hella annoying. If you’re gonna enjoy a problematic character at least be aware to the fact that that’s what he is. Problematic as hell.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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bobathirstaccount · 2 years

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Nighttime 69

Boba x fem!reader, established relationship, fluffy smut sesh

Dank ferrick - swear

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Ok so based on the number of likes on each of my masterlists, y’all are into some established relationships with Boba. So in thanks for all the ♥️, 🔁, and 📝 I’ve gotten after my reorganization, I’m posting this

🤎🤎🧋🧋

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You woke up slightly horny. You turned you head; Boba was breathing steadily next to you. Smiling to yourself, you placed your hand on his chest, and ran your fingers up to his cheek. Kissing his lips lightly, you said his name once.

“What?” He mumbled, eyes still closed.

“I have a problem.”

His eyes opened, concerned.

“Only you can help me.”

He waited.

“I’m horny.” You ran your hand down his torso to the waistband of his pants. Boba laughed softly, “Be happy to help you with that…”

Excitedly, you pulled away to disrobe. By the time you were naked, you heard light snoring. Smiling, you kissed his lips. He woke up again. “Mm?”

“I’m ready for your help,” you said breathlessly. His hand landed on your leg heavily. “Whatcha want…?”

“Hmm,” you considered. Making up your mind, you looked over at him. His eyes were closed and mouth slightly open. You squeezed the hand that was on your leg lightly.

“Huh? Oh.” He squeezed your leg as you said, “Babe you keep falling asleep, I’m trying to get fucked here!”

“Sorry. But it is like. The middle of the nnnmmm…” You gasped, affronted, as Boba fell asleep mid sentence. Shaking him this time, you continued, “Babe stop falling asleep!”

“Wha? Oh. I’m sleepy,” he said playfully, voice husky from sleep. He rolled onto his side, “So…” He ran his hand up the side of your body. Giddy, you asked, “Not gonna fall asleep while you’re fucking me, are you?”

“Only time will tell,” his voice was soft, sleepy. But his hands pulled you closer. Feeling you up, he purred, “Whatchu want, pet?”

You wiggled closer to him, hands going to his chest. “I wanna sit on your face.”

He laughed softly, “Well, come on then.” He grabbed you and rolled you both over so he was on his back and you were lying on top of him. You quickly scrambled up his body, positioning yourself over him. Putting your hands on the headboard, you looked down, “Are you hungry?”

“Very,” he purred, licking up into your pussy lips. Grabbing your hips, he pulled you down onto his face. His hands caressed your asscheeks as he circled your clit with his tongue. Moaning, you instructed him to finger you. He compiled, pressing two fingers into your pussy as he licked and sucked on your clit slowly. Starting to rock your hips, you encouraged him to be rougher, “Fuck the pussy up, baby.”

Rumbling, his fingers picked up the pace. You rode him as you chased your high, bouncing on his face. Grunting, Boba started to jerk himself off as he ate you out. “Don’t wanna wait your turn?” You teased him.

“You’re too delicious,” he countered, stopping only for a second. Then he was back in your pussy, licking and sucking as he drug his fingers in and out of you. “Wanna get your cock sucked?” You huffed, close to cumming.

“Duh,” Boba’s tone was playful. Laughing a bit, you turned around. Pushing your pussy back into his face, you swatted his hand away from his cock, “Let me.”

Boba licked into you, making you squirm. His hands went to your hips to hold you in place. Meanwhile, you teased him, licking only the tip of his shaft. His hips thrust upwards, but you kept at your teasing. Groaning, he pulled away from your pussy momentarily to mutter, “So sassy right now… you’re merciless.”

Smiling naughtily, you relented. You felt him penetrate you with another finger and hummed as you sucked him, working his balls with your hand. Boba didn’t stop, but he did falter for a second as you deep throated him, relaxing to take him fully. As you came up for air, you bounced lightly on his face, enjoying his ministrations.

He groaned desperately into your cunt. You had mercy on him and started to suck him off in earnest. His hips bucked; he grunted and strained as he struggled to keep his pace finger fucking you.

Sucking and bouncing, you felt yourself approaching release. It was upon you before you expected. You almost choked on his dick as you grunted, rocking your hips against Boba. He rumbled a purr from deep in his chest. Lifting you off his face, he purred, “So good at sucking my cock, pet, I guess that’s why I keep you around…”

To shut him up, you renewed your efforts, working him roughly. “Dank ferrick, fuck, baby,” Boba squirmed under you. You continued, just like how you knew he liked. He grunted, cumming in your mouth as you sucked and worked his pulsing shaft. “Fuck, fuck, baby,” he stammered, out of breath. Smiling to yourself, you licked the tip of his shaft before you turned around. Snuggling into him, you sighed as he wrapped an arm around you.

“You’re so lucky you give good head, what with falling asleep on me like five times,” you cooed, kissing his skin. There was a missed beat. Suspicious, you looked up. Boba’s jaw was slack. “Babe?” You ventured. Nothing.

Huffing a laugh, you settled down and closed your eyes. Time to make like Boba and get some rest.

#boba x you #boba x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett x reader #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba smut #boba fett smut #boba fett fluff

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blookmallow · 10 months

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y’all i am so sorry i failed you

i just found this buried a year into my drafts and realized. i never posted my animatronics ratings for last year’s spirit halloween releases. i started it and i never finished it. it’s now closing in on halloween season again and i still haven’t done it. im ashamed. i am so sorry

ANYWAY, here’s, uh, my. 9 month late 2022 spirit halloween opinions, happy summerween i guess

Mr. Punchy

NEW CLOWN NEW CLOWN fuck yes i love a new clown

also for some reason the first sentence of his description made me lose it

BIG fan of this just from a visual standpoint, i love the colors, love the hair. i like the light-up face on this one a lot, most spirit clowns ive seen fall into either “Clown Who Is A Monster/Creature” (crouchy, hugz) or “Clown Who Is A Scary Guy” (wally, henry hussle) but this one feels very “evil fun house prop” which i really think works for it. im assuming he’s based on punching-bag clowns, which i haven’t seen them do before, but the fact that his body is a Ball also gives me the mental image of him violently bouncing toward you which is good as well. theres a certain manic energy about this guy that im really fond of. i like him i would like to see him 7/10

Spike

standard zombie torso figure, though it does have some interesting implications given that Stab The Brain is the generally agreed upon best way to deal with zombies, but this guy seems to be doing just fine despite the giant stake in his head. the website description says he got it from his wife attempting to mercy kill him once he turned zombie but she failed so he’s just stuck like this now. it does not explain why stake to the brain didn’t work, though (the implication is that she missed or something but clearly she didn’t. ive never heard of zombie brains having a very specific precise spot you have to hit to kill them, this looks like it should’ve worked to me)

something about the bLurghHGhRUrrh noises he makes and the little nicely buttoned flannel shirt with jagged obviously-cut-out-intentionally tears at the bottom is very funny to me. i like to think his wife has accepted the situation and he just lives on the porch scaring away birds and stuff now. 5 /10 hes not really anything special but he brings me joy

Rat Girl

it’s... fine. she’s a Creepy Little Girl. she’s got a rat. it’s not particularly inspired but I don’t dislike it. she doesn’t really do anything but i like the eye movement. 5/10

Lil Skelly Bones

this is a variation of another animatronic they had previously, same lil guy but now he’s a jumpscare figure instead of a swinging one. not really a fan of stuff that’s Just “jumps out at you” and thats all but he’s pretty cute. love how Small he is. whats even going on here, is he a skeleton dressed as a skeleton?? i don’t know. it’s very cute. 5/10

Tombstone Terror

on a surface level this is just a tombstone with a skull that pops out and yells at you. it looks nice, it’s designed well, but it’s about as basic as it gets as far as the concept goes. the description for this one really makes it though, because evidently this skeleton’s name is Steve and he used to be the graveyard caretaker who loved his job so much he stuck around after death to continue protecting the graveyard

his name is steve and he loves this graveyard so much. 6/10 its very uncreative as a prop but it gets a bonus point for steve

The Widow

this one looks really familiar i feel like they had a very similar one previously? i dont know. anyway she’s very scary looking and the Neck Snap motion is really unsettling to see. one of those rare animatronics that i actually do feel a lil creeped out by and wouldn’t be eager to approach. her description says her husband cheated on her so she murdered him (and her sister, who he was cheating with) but then broke her neck in the process of trying to dump the bodies in a lake, so here we are. 7/10 i dont love it but i feel like it’s pretty effective and my first reaction to watching the video of it was “eugh. i dont want to see THAT again” so props for that

Betty Sharpe

lots of blood on this one, very nice,

apparently she’s some kind of child beauty pageant contestant who murdered all the other girls

i really like the movement in the bag, something about the relatively slow motion and the size of the bag gives it a sense of “what the fuck does she have in there” since it doesn’t seem fast enough or big enough to be a person. gives the impression of a mutilated but somehow still barely alive person shoved in there, which is excellent. her design doesn’t read very clearly though, it looks like she’s wearing some kind of nightgown. i feel like they could’ve done more to make her look like a deranged diva, give her a tiara or something. the face looks really plasticky also. overall i think its a decent concept that could’ve been executed better. 6/10

Young Crouchy

H U H???!?????

this... sure is a choice. i do not understand the decision-making here at all. i like crouchy well enough but did ANYONE want this. it doesn’t even read as “young crouchy” at all, he doesn’t look Younger in any sense and it sounds like the same recording so his voice isn’t different either. it just looks like Slightly Shrunk crouchy. the fact that the original crouchy is so tall and imposing is really what makes him so effective, so this one just looks comical

the description goes into his tragic childhood where i guess he’s... disabled? which is why he stands like that?

The pain of growing up orphaned in the streets can only be masked by laughter, at least according to this broken child. With no friends, no family, and nowhere to turn, he had a stroke of luck when the circus came to town. He never intended to scare anyone, but with his broken posture and twisted frame, he was quickly adopted into the traveling circus and immediately found his calling. No amount of makeup could ever hide his sinister grin and sharp, dagger-like teeth, so he finally embraced his true identity as Crouchy and worked to become the show’s most terrifying act!

for one thing that doesn’t come across as a child even remotely at all, and while crouchy always had the “he just wanted to be a regular clown but he was too scary and everyone was afraid of him so he just decided to embrace it” backstory, i feel like this just makes it come across super ableist. “clown who is just really terrifying no matter how he tries” is kind of a funny concept but now they’re saying “his posture and body structure are Weird and Scary so no one liked him and all he’s good for is being Scary” just. feels real bad. and “he’s called crouchy because he has a physical disability that affects his posture” comes across way worse than “he’s called crouchy because we’re not creative and this is the pose he’s in. i mean because its a personal quirk of his”

then they also follow up this description with “Every good evil villain has to have a tragic origin story!” which just feels SO forced, it makes me feel gross, this whole thing is stupid, i dont like any of it,

i feel like if they had leaned into “this is very silly” more and made this guy be like, Crouchy Jr, His Son, or his mini clone or something and made his voice higher it might’ve worked. a few people in the youtube comments pointed out that this prop could be beneficial as like, a Smaller/More Affordable crouchy if you don’t have the money or the space for the full size one, which is fair, but i don’t know. i just dont like this whole situation i really don’t

3/10 try harder next time, spirit

Strawman

spooky scarecrow man!!! i really hope I get a chance to see him in-store sometime hes lovely. love a creepy scarecrow

the design is good, his face design is pretty cool, it looks better in motion his mouth movements are pretty solid

he has a good range of motion in his head and the jerky/stiff movement in his arms works for the character really well whether it was intentional or not. hes interesting to watch. i like him. i think he’d be a great host/introductory figure at the beginning of a haunt or front of your yard or something to greet guests coming in. hes good i like him 7/10

theres also a new Reagan from the exorcist, but i havent. actually seen that movie yet sdfsdf so i dont really have anything to say about the animatronic other than “it looks fine to me”

Possessed Pumpkin

i feel like pumpkin man and creepy scarecrow are friends. they go well together. cursed pumpkin patch is a good concept i like it

anyway we have this guy at my local store right now, he’s pretty Big and solid looking, its a pretty decent design, i like his big claw hands

his backstory kind of clashes with the design concept though, apparently he was... a kid in a homemade halloween costume who got bullied for his costume and then the other kids locked him in a barn at a haunted pumpkin patch so his body got taken over by evil spirits. which is a hell of a story that then makes No sense with the visual, because that is Not a child. nothing about this even remotely reads as “possessed child” at all. so then it comes across as “he grew up into an adult man in this pumpkin patch and just never fucking moved on from that one time he got bullied on halloween as a child” which just makes him kind of sad. pretty good design, poor backstory, 7/10

anyway sorry if i missed anybody it took me so long to remember this was in here the new arrivals page on spirit’s site is now for this year so i cant tell which ones were new last year anymore :’ ) fjsdg

#halloween #spirit halloween #spirit halloween 2022 #animatronics

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Yesss y’all get him together 💯💯 Viv, I feel what you said on a deep level. Fuck him with all the upmost disrespect. When his murder first happened, I could not bear to watch the video and once I did...I had a continuous tear that streamed down my face when I thought of him crying out to his mother. There's no going back and no way to fix this as far as I'm concerned. And there comes ye spreading a false narrative dehumanizing him and bringing more trauma to his family who’s been through enough trauma How dare he try to minimize what happened to that man and all the pain and suffering his family has endured, How dare he !🤬🤬🤬🤬

I concur with Vivica - NO MERCY was shown to George Floyd and the way he stayed on his neck, led me to believe that wasn't his first time doing that to someone. He looked waaaaaaaaay too comfortable doing what he did. I'm still hurt seeing Mr Floyd be murdered then watching the trial and watching these witnesses become re-traumatized. That’s why I get scared every time my mom or dad aren’t home for a long time because there’s that possibility that they could get beaten or killed for nothing but just being black.

I’m sorry but I’m still pissed I don’t need to watch his interview but that comment had pinched my soul...it was such a slap in the face to George Floyd's family. So disrespectful. Nasty work. Demonic work. Talent and creativity aside, alot of his thoughts I find to be extremely self-serving.

mental illness does NOT equal ignorance. Having all the access in the world to get treatment for himself will not change the fact that he is willfully giving into self hate, Anti-Blackness, and White Supremacy. Much love to George Floyd's family all over again. That twisted character has brought their grief and pain back to the surface just for kicks. And those who entertained that conversation (and still put it out) are just as deplorable. I would never block my blessings by wishing anything ill on that dude, but he deserves whatever wrath that's in store for him. I’m done . I’m praying on his downfall and I’m going to enjoy him getting the karma he deserves. I’m not forgiving him and anyone who supports him.

#Youtube #Kanye #KanyeWest #kanyewestisoverparty #Kanye2024 #fentanyl #fentanylfloyd #Murder #TheWorldCried #GeorgeFloyd #BlueLivesMatter #AhmaudArbery #drinkchamps

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the mason sisters: three

summary: speeches from hendrick drivers, mercy and katelyn's parents surprise mercy at their place, and mercy catches feelings even harder now.

word count: 2996

warnings: swearing

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(a/n: i created a character descriptions carrd! it’s on the masterlist, which you can find here!)

mercy was contemplating on two outfits for tonight: jeans and a my chemical romance crop top with a cardigan in case she gets chilly, or an oversized van halen t-shirt with a skirt. “katelyn! can you help me pick out my ‘fit for tonight?” katelyn knocks on mercy’s door, then comes in, seeing clothes all over mercy’s room. “ignore all that, i’ve narrowed my choices down to two.” mercy pointed to the two outfits on her bed. “the mcr one. it’s really cute!” katelyn picked up the crop top and mocked her sister. “oh alex, you’re so dreamy! kiss me, handsome!” katelyn made kissing noises, almost tripping when mercy shoved her shoulder. “hey! shut up! i’m not mocking you for your crush on blondie ankrum in trucks!” immediate silence filled the room. “sh-shut up.” katelyn’s face turned red. mercy’s phone dinged, taking it out and reading the message out loud. “‘hey, we’re going to southbound in charlotte in about an hour. i can pick y’all up if you’d like?’ can we all fit in his car? mom and dad can take our car, they may wanna leave early…” “i’ll go with them, spend some time with your new teammate!” katelyn smiled, hugging her older sister. little did mercy know, her parents and little sister were planning a surprise party with the three of them and her new coworkers. “...katelyn, you never do this… are you sick?” mercy placed the back of her hand on katelyn’s forehead, “you’re warm.” “it’s because i’m bubbling with happiness. i’m so, so happy for you, sis. i, uh, i love ya.” katelyn mumbled the last part, pushing her sister, who wouldn’t let her go. “i love you too, rascal. thanks for being my biggest supporter.” katelyn pat her back, finally being able to get her sister off of her. “go get ready. i’ll let mom and dad know you’ll be leaving soon.” katelyn uttered, leaving the room. mercy texted alex back, smiling at the text.

‘katelyn and my parents are going together, they want me to spend some time with my teammates, but they are coming tonight!! :] i’ve been planning on going to southbound! i’m excited. can’t wait to see you!’

‘and teh team ofc. :)’

‘*the’

‘fast typing, sorry haha’

alex: ‘Food’s great. Hella better than Taco Bell.’

‘i could go for taco bell, but i’m saving my appetite for southbound :D’

alex: ‘Good. What’s your address again? I don’t think I got it.’

mercy typed in her address and sent it, receiving a thumbs up from alex. she headed to her bathroom to touch up her hair and her makeup. she brushed out her hair and put it in a half-up-half-down ‘do, a bit of mascara, and some chapstick to help with her chapped lips. mercy’s outfit was lingering in her mind. she loved my chemical romance, but never wore crop tops. she’s always figured girls her size shouldn’t wear crop tops. she’s healthy, but very thick boned, thanks to her mom’s genes. she’s never been able to wear anything smaller than a large, depending on the style of clothing. mercy’s mind kept shoving negative thoughts into her already nervous state. a ding comes from her phone, which was a text from alex.

alex: ‘I’m about to leave, be there in 10!’

‘okay! see you soon :)’

once again, mercy’s anxious thoughts filled her brain. she shook her head, trying to shake those thoughts out. she walked out of her bathroom and headed to the kitchen downstairs. she grabbed a water bottle with a raspberry lemonade packet to drink while she waited for alex. her parents and sister were in the living room, unknown to mercy. she headed to the living room and almost threw her bottle at her dad, gregory. “jesus, the three of you almost made me shit myself!” her dad laughed, getting up to hug his daughter. “we’re sorry, and so damn proud of you.” her mom and sister stood next to mercy and her dad, giving her a group hug. “you’re going to make me cry and ruin my mascara!” mercy laughed, wiping her tears from her eyes. “sis, we’re just so proud of you! you’re gonna kick ass next season.” “so are you, sis! can’t wait to brag to everyone that you beat everyone each week.” mercy gave her sister a kiss on the crown of her head, hugging her, then her mom, claire. “thank you all for believing in me. i love you all so much.” “we love you too, sweetie. you’re going to be the best next year! let’s head outside, we don’t want you to be late! we’ll be right behind you, dear.” mercy nodded, grabbing her purse and putting on her favorite filas. the family waited outside for mercy’s new coworker to pick her up. “expect her to be all red in the face when she comes back, she’s had a huge crush on this guy since he was in xfinity.” katelyn giggled, receiving a light smack from mercy. “shut it, rascal!! i know you have a crush on tyler, your coworker!” katelyn blushed, pouting. “sh-shut up.” a roar of laughter came from the family, mercy’s negative thoughts disappearing. the faint roar of a black corvette bounced off the walls of the homes around the mason residence. mercy stood up and waved, knowing that it’s alex’s corvette. “he’s here!! i can’t wait for you two to meet him. he’s a really nice guy!” mercy smiled, giving her dad a hug and a kiss on his cheek, then her mom. “i’ll see y’all in a bit, love you! drive safe!” “love you too!” mercy’s family waved to her, alex pulling up and getting out of his car. “hi alex! long time no see.” mercy laughed, opening her arms for a hug, which alex returned. “hey, mercy!” alex laughed, breaking the hug after a few seconds. “i like your shirt. i can’t believe they’re back together. i hope they release some new stuff.” “me too, i’ve been a fan since i was a kid.” mercy smiled, fixing her shirt and untying the cardigan from her waist to hold. “shall we?” alex opened the passenger door for mercy, closing it after she got in and thanked him. waving to her parents and sister as they left, mercy’s eyes started to tear up. “it feels so weird not going anywhere with kate… we’re usually screaming the lyrics to an mcr or fall out boy song.” she sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “i can connect you to the car, if you wanna play some stuff?” alex glanced over at mercy, seeing her wipe her eyes. they were at a stoplight, so mercy quickly connected her phone to alex’s corvette. cemetery drive started playing, since that was the last song mercy listened to while getting ready. “damn good song.” alex mumbled to himself, mercy trying not to sing too loud. she hoped that alex didn’t realize that she was nervous to be around him. it’s not a bad nervous, it’s the fact that she has a massive crush on him. the last chorus and post-chorus started to play, mercy’s brain not regulating how loud she gets when she sings. each word was sung with emotion as mercy and gerard’s voice collided, alex could tell mercy loves singing any song that comes on with powerful emotion. once the song ended, mercy caught alex stealing a glance at her. “i really get into that song, sorry if i was loud.” she mumbled, looking out the window. they were about twenty-five minutes from southbound, sitting at a stoplight. “nah, it wasn’t loud. i like your voice, it’s emotional.” alex affirmed, a smile on his face. “tha-thanks.” mercy blushed, catching alex’s eyes again. van halen played through the speakers, boosting mercy’s mood. “eddie’s guitar is just so good. i really want to see val halen. when my mom was around my age, she saw van halen for the first time.” mercy chuckled. “when i was a kid, i was gonna marry eddie van halen. i had, and still do have, the biggest crush on him. yeah, he’s old enough to be my dad, but i honestly don’t care!” alex raised his eyebrows, a laugh escaping his lips. “he does have some amazing guitar skills.” “oh my god, intruder into (oh) pretty woman is one of the best moments in van halen history! i need to play that next, your ears need to be blessed!”

after about twenty minutes of singing to songs and talking about different bands, alex and mercy were about five minutes away from southbound. “i apologize if i’ve been talking your ears off, when i’m nervous i ramble, but when i hear a song i love, i get really excited.” mercy fixed her hair, then checking her texts from her family. “katelyn said she and our parents are gonna be at southbound in ten minutes, i can’t wait for them to meet y’all. they’re the best people in the world.” alex turned his head toward mercy, noticing the fact that she’s not super nervous anymore. “i’m excited to meet them, they seem like nice people.” “they absolutely are! hey, there’s a taco bell right near southbound! i might wanna get a baja blast. oh, i don’t think you knew this, but i’m under the drinking age, so i can’t buy any drinks for anyone.” “oh, jimmie’s covering everything anyways. i was gonna offer to buy you a drink, but thanks for letting me know. i thought you were older!” alex pulled into the parking lot. “yeah, i’ve been told that. one day someone asked if i was in college. i said ‘uh, no, i’m in 8th grade’.” alex laughed, “no way!! someone actually thought that?” “yeah!” the pair laughed, nerves absolutely disappeared.

alex texted jimmie to let him know that he and mercy were at southbound, heading into the restaurant. alex held the door open for mercy, a small thanks from her. “wow, the vibes are so cool in here…” mercy spun around, taking in all of her surroundings. a server walked by with a tray full of food, the smells flowing through the room. “it smells so good!” “it does smell good! i don’t see jimmie, he said he’s here… maybe he’s sitting outside?” “yeah, maybe.” “table for two?” the host asked alex and mercy. “oh, no, we’re meeting some friends here… table for johnson?” alex questioned. “oh, right this way!” the host smiled, walking to the door leading to the outdoor seating. “you were right, he’s outside.” mercy chuckled, walking a little behind the host. “alex! mercy! so glad you’re here.” jimmie waved. “enjoy your meals!” the host beamed, heading back to his station. mercy thanked him quietly, finding a seat next to jimmie, alex on her left. “hi, i would’ve been here earlier but i couldn’t decide what to wear.” mercy laughed. “typical things for me and my brain.” “totally understand, my girls are so indecisive when it comes to clothes.” jimmie smiled, giving mercy a hug. “so happy for you, kid.” “thanks jimmie.” mercy smiled, hugging him back. they sat down in their seats, a few bowls of chips and salsa waiting for them. “anyone mind if i dig in?” mercy chimed in, “i haven’t eaten since breakfast. i was too nervous for the meeting today to eat lunch.” “go right ahead!” jimmie pulled the bowl of chips and salsa towards mercy and alex, who had his eyes on the chips. “oh my god,” mercy murmured. “this salsa is so fucking good.” “isn’t it delicious?” alex beamed, his mouth full of chips. “thanks for the recommendation, jimmie, it’s so good.”

each driver arrived, then mercy’s parents and sister. the group could finally order their food. conversations were had, laughs were shared, and food filled the table. a few rounds were bought by each person, mercy’s anxiety gone and her nerves disappeared. jimmie interrupted the conversation with a small speech. “i just wanna say that i’m sad to be leaving the sport this year, but i’m happy to see mercy take over with the 48 team in the 5 car, and see alex take the 88 team and bring it to the 48 car. this is about you guys, especially mercy, tonight. i’m so proud of both of you and i can’t wait to see you two kick ass next year.” cheers and clapping came from everyone at the table as mercy gave jimmie a hug. “i’m feeling a little drunk, but i’m speaking anyways.” chase stood up, a little wobble while standing. “happy to see a new face, but i’m gonna miss jimmie. good luck next year jimmie, can’t wait to race alongside you next year, mercy.” mercy smiled, going over to chase to hug him. “i second that!” william smiled, raising his beer bottle to mercy, who gave him a side hug. “i’m excited to be working with you next year, mercy. we’ll be seeing each other often, since we’re in the same shop. you’ll probably get sick of seeing me every week, but we’re gonna kick ass.” alex raised his beer, hugging his teammate. “thanks, everyone. i’m so excited for next year, i can’t wait to get advice from everyone and maybe get some wins for rick.” mercy raised her cherry coke, a laugh from everyone.

mercy wrapped her cardigan around her torso, a shiver coursing its way through her body as she waited for alex to finish using the men’s room. her parents and sister left just after the speeches, then her teammates, then jimmie. alex finished up in the men’s room, putting his mask back on. mercy’s mask made her face warm, thank god. “ready, merc?” alex’s voice was muffled, a small tap on mercy’s shoulder took her out of her thoughts while scaring her in the process. “jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” mercy gasped as alex chuckled. “sorry, i’m done using the men’s. y’ready?” “yeah, i’m freezing,” mercy laughed, “to think i grew up in the northeast where it was freezing in the winter, you’d think i’d get used to the cold. i’ve hated it ever since i was a kid. summer is my favorite time of year. i’ve always loved the heat.” “i’m the total opposite. i welcome the cold, i love it. growing up in arizona, we never had temperatures colder than mid to high 60s.” alex opened up the door for mercy, a small thanks from her. “i’m jealous.” mercy laughed. “need my address again?” “i’ve got it in my gps, you’re good.” alex smiled. “don’t go stalking me, i’ve been a true crime fanatic since birth.” mercy smirked, leaving a playful slap on alex’s shoulder.

when mercy and alex arrived at the mason household, mercy noticed the lights off. “it’s only 10:30… my parents are night owls…” she thought out loud, alex walking beside her. mercy grabbed her keys, unlocking and opening the door. she let alex in and turned on the lights, “SURPRISE!!” everyone yelled, making mercy jump and grab onto alex’s arm. “surprise!” alex cheered, laughing. “goddammit, y’all… second time tonight i’ve had the shit scared outta me!” mercy breathed, letting go of alex’s arm. mercy noticed a small pile of gifts on the kitchen island, one from each person. “y’all didn’t have to do this… just that dinner was enough, but i do appreciate all the love!” mercy hugged everyone again and sat down in her favorite chair. she opened up the gifts and cards, thanking each person. after opening the presents, mercy stood up and gave a speech. “my turn for a speech, a proper one this time.” she cleared her throat. “he’s not here, but thanks to rick for a chance at achieving my dream. i can’t wait to kick ass. to william, you’re not the baby anymore, alex’ll be picking on me from now on.” everyone laughed. “thanks for being older than me and the help at hendrick. chase, thanks for the advice and being so helpful. alex, thanks for making me feel comfortable. i can’t wait to hear the comments you’ll be making at how much younger i am than most of the drivers on the track.” alex laughed, raising his beer. “katelyn, mom, dad, thank you so much for everything. we grew up with little to no money, but you made so many sacrifices for kate and i to pursue our dreams. i love you three so much.”

it was about one in the morning when everyone but alex left. the mason parents were asleep, and katelyn was headed to bed. “i can walk you out, i don’t mind.” mercy slipped on some slippers and grabbed her hoodie, plus her keys. alex shook his head. “alex, i insist.” mercy opened the door to let him out. “it was really nice of my parents to do this for me, thanks for being a part of it.” mercy smiled, closing the door behind her. “hey, it’s not a problem at all, thanks for walking me out.” mercy was a few feet from alex’s corvette when she hugged alex again. “i’m a hugger, can’t escape from that.” she laughed, patting alex’s back, feeling his arms around her. they broke the hug when alex’s phone vibrated. “ah, that’s the dogsitter. i should go.” “say hi to finn and roscoe for me!” “will do!” alex waved, getting into his car and rolling the passenger window down. “i’m not leaving until you’re inside.” “okay, okay, i’m going!” mercy chuckled, waving at alex again. she headed for the front door of her house, giving alex a final wave and then heading inside. when she locked the door behind her, she heard a soft rumble from the corvette’s engine fading away. mercy had covered her face, a smile upon her lips. she let out a small giggle and uncovered her face to find katelyn on the couch. “you’re pretty giddy tonight.” “shush, you rascal. i’m finally not anxious for once.”

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