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changedmyminditsnicehere · 8 months

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I was honestly so overwhelmed by the response to my last fic post. The Sandman fandom has been so welcoming, I wanted to write something again - I've never been this inspired! This is still a little rough I fear, but I hope however it finds enjoys it!

AO3 link here for people who prefer to read it there!

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When Dream had slammed his way into the bathroom at minute 46 - approximately - of Hob's shower, and minute negative 14 since Dream was supposed to have left - definitely - he had done so with the one clear and cogent goal in mind. What that goal had been, he was slowly being forced to admit, he had no idea.

"Morpheus? That you? It better be you mate, I am not dealing with a home invasion in the scud." Hob sounded impressively cheery for someone considering facing criminals in the nude. Morpheus was trying not to consider not to consider what it would be like to be tackled by a naked Hob. Morpheus was, despite the incredibly see-through shower curtain, trying not to consider what Hob looked like naked.

One could argue that, as he was barging in on his flatmate's post-rugby shower, he should have expected said flatmate to be somewhat naked. It wouldn’t even be the first time Hob had been somewhat naked in front of Morpheus. They had shared accommodation, university and onwards, for five years now and Hob was hardly shy. He had a habit of stripping on his way to the shower after particularly enthusiastic rugby matches. Morpheus would perish before being seen, as Hob was apparently so willing to be, dripping with sweat, flushed with exertion and panting heavily as he maniacally pulled his muddy clothes off. The first time this vision graced him, Morpheus had thought he might perish anyway. Morpheus had hoped that by regular exposure to this post-match divestment, he might have built up a tolerance that would allow him this brief escapade. A foolish hope it seemed.

“Morpheus?” "Mn." Hob let out a whistling breath. "Good good. I'm not up for naked tackling today." "...hmn" "You okay out there?" "I am just getting my pomade." "God yeah sorry, dinner with your sister right? Didn't mean to take so long, sorry mate. I'll be right out." There were many things Morpheus needed right now, including a cold shower and maybe a furious wank. He did not need the image of Hob stepping out of the shower, droplets of water on his chest just asking for Morpheus to put his lips to Hob’s beautiful chest hair and lick them up. His sister was going to mock him mercilessly. The first time Morpheus had witnessed Hob’s approach to personal modesty post-rugby, she hadn’t even waited for him to sit down before laughing in his face and flagging a waiter down to request two glasses of their cheapest prosecco. They were, she had told him, going to celebrate her darling little brother finally catching on.

"It is okay. I will leave now." "No no, it's fine, we're all adults here." The shower curtain was already pulling back. Morpheus considered fleeing. He could move in with his sister, probably. She would let him sleep on her couch and only mock him slightly mercilessly while he planned his move to the remotest desert spit he could find.

And then there was Hob. All of Hob. In all his evenings waiting for and fearing the advent of Hob's Sweaty Striptease, Morpheus had never once dared to imagine what it would look like going in the other direction. If Hob were moving towards him, rather than up the stairs.

He might not be breathing. He wondered if passing out might be the least embarrassing way out of his current predicament. Probably not, unfortunately. Hob was… so much. Hair slicked back, broad chest, his chest hair swirled into patterns Morpheus tried to focus on, make sense of, so as not to let his gaze descend any further.

“Morpheus? You in there?” Morpheus looked up carefully. He was trying so hard not to glance down. Hob was looking at him, significantly more amusement in his eyes’ than Morpheus thought he might have for someone leching at his chest hair. “You okay? You’re looking a bit red, is the steam getting to you?” Hob seemed utterly unaware of his inner turmoil. He reached out, as if to measure his temperature with the back of his hand.

Morpheus could not explain why he did it, except to say that he did not think he could withstand Hob’s hand on his face while he stood there, naked. Why he thought grabbing Hob’s hand and simply holding it would be better than whatever mortification he would no doubt commit should Hob touch him, he did not know. But now they stood, hands clasped at chest height. “... I do not know why I did that.” Hob’s smile was changing. Gone was the cheerful blandness and in its place was not the censorious disapproval Morpheus feared, but something slower, warmer. Hob looked, Morpheus would almost say, pleased with himself.

“Don’t you? You seem to be concentrating pretty hard.” He grinned. “See something you like? Don’t like?” Morpheus frowned in denial before he could consider how incriminating it might be. “Oh, definitely like.” Hob sounded incredibly smug. “You know, when your sister suggested stepping it up a notch, I didn’t actually plan for full frontal nudity. That seems like a second date sort of event really.” “A … second date event?” “Unless, that’s not what this is?” Hob’s grin dimmed and Morpheus couldn’t let that happen. “Only, you seemed pretty interested but you never actually did anything, I kind of hoped that meant it might be more than just, just,” Hob rushed. “You would like a second date… with me?” Morpheus interrupted. “Well, I’d like a first date ideally, but if I can guarantee a second one off the bat, that would make me very happy. What about you? Would you be happy with that?” Hob’s hand was clasping Morpheus’ back now. “I would be… very happy with that.” “Oh, oh good. Thank god. I was worried I’d made myself look like a right knob and I would have to move out and fake my own death. How does tonight sound? Dinner? After you see your sister? Too soon? I can do whenever. God, I do sound like a knob don’t I?” “Lunch.” “Lunch? We can do lunch. When works for you, tomorrow? No, that’s a school day - you want to wait til next weekend? I can wait.” He did not sound like he could wait. “No, lunch today. Now. I will tell my sister I am indisposed.”

Hob’s laugh was beautiful.

#the sandman #hob gadling #dreamling #morpheus #dream of the endless

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autumnbaguette · 9 months

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Tokyo, 12.22 am.

"Mam, you haven't sleep in two days now. You seems restless since we arrived in Tokyo."

You look at your assistant, well groomed middle aged man, crisp black suit, the only person trusted by the elder to 'accompany' you while being stationed overseas.

"Is that so? Well, I guess i will take a rest for a bit then. The reports can wait yes?". You stand up and walk out from your office. Your assistant follow right away.

Here you are. In the living room that have this big window looking out the Tokyo city skyline. The shimmering lights of the city under, pretty yet somehow so distant and lonely, reminding you of someone you used to know.

"I'll sleep for a few hours and continue with the reports. You can leave your post and take a rest too."

"Thank you Mam. But please take this." He hand you several pills. "You can't sleep without these. I will report to the elders that you take the medicine regurlary."

A bitter pang hit your chest. Damn those elders. Whose fault is that anyway. You take the pills and swallow it.

"Thank you, you are dismissed."

With that, your assistant leave the penthouse. It is quiet now. Eeriely quiet. So you went to the bedroom, walking towards the closet. Changing your clothes into a white shirt thats too big for you. It looks a bit worn out but it will do. You lay on the bed, not even bother to open the bed cover. Again, those night skyline caught your attention. You can't help but wondering Where is he now?

As you about to close your eyes, you sense a presence. A familiar one and you know exactly who it is.

"Yami yori idete yami yori kuroku, sono kegare o misogiharae." You chant the barrier without even bother to open your eyes.

"I see that you're still wearing my shirt as pajamas. Old habit die hard really."

That voice, that damn voice. Sounds so laid back as if nothing bad ever happens. The last time you see him was after the confrontation in shibuya. He doesn't even say good bye, or sorry at least. The fact that everything went downhill afterwards, your relationship with Gojo getting colder and distant as the time passed by. It is a well known fact that You and Gojo somehow blame each other for the downfall of Geto Suguru.

"What do you want, Suguru?" You asked him, again doesn't even bother to open your eyes. Is it the fact that you are so sleepy because of the pills or the fact that you can't trust yourself about all the things that you gonna do to him if you open your eyes. Kill him? Maybe not. But begging him one last time to go back to you seems much more reasonable now.

The bed dipped and he sat beside you. Suguru study your face. Eyes closed, your lashes is a bit damp. Darker eyebags. And he notice your hair. Its different colour now. As pretty as always he thought. His finger caress your cheek, you fluttered your eyes open and meet with his dull grey eyes.

None of you or Suguru said anything. As if both of you really understand each other. Or maybe you just want to kill the time. Maybe if you stay silent without asking any question, he will stay longer.

"Shall I kill the elders? They overworked you a lot." His hand wander to your hair, stroking it gently. You can't help but smile and chuckle a little bit. "That would be great, but no Suguru."

"Or maybe you can just quit? Buy a land in rural area, raise some chickens and ducks. Plants lots of flowers and fruit trees. Remember that? Have a simple life."

It is strange that after what happened, after all these years, here you are with Suguru, having a small talk like some kind of married couple do at the end of their day. No hatred, no baggage whatsoever.

Indeed you want it, a simple life with him.

Tracing his face with your finger. Almost no differences since the last time you saw him. A little bit freckles here and there. Those small lines at the end of his eyes. No eyebags though. His hair is still the same, the earings, his smile.

"Im sorry." You said. "I should've known." This time your finger cares his cheek, "Can you just go back? I will do my best explaining everything to the elders, to Satoru. Im sure he will listen, you are still his bestfriend afte-."

"No." Suguru cut you off. His tone is cold, distant.

"Nothing will ever change my ideology, my plan and my future. I love you, i still do. But it doesnt put you at the top of my list. You should be aware of it by now."

Indeed, this is Suguru. The real one. Everyone sees him as the emphathetic, the calm and the good ones compare to Satoru. Yet, this side of him never really caught their eyes. How determine he is once he set his goal, nothing gonna stop him. Not even you, not even his family, not even his bestfriend Gojo Satoru.

It would be a lie to say his words doesn't hurt you. It hurt a lot, you want to cry. Screaming at him but here you are, looking at him. Still caressing his face gently, afraid that if you do it harder He's gonna fall apart like a fine china. Crumbling into pieces.

So, it's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

"I know, but i still wanna take my chances." you said while smilling, trying hard to stay awake since the pills starting to get you sleepier than before.

He doesn't say anything. Suguru watch your face as the sleep starts to take over. His hands keep stroking your cheeks gently. To be honest, he kinda expect you to get hostile with him. Maybe curse him a little bit when he appear, or maybe you will cast a curse spell to hurt him. But you did none of it, somehow he feels relieve but sad at the same time.

Your breathing becomes steady, thats a cue for Suguru to take his leave. One final look at you, "I'm sorry. I promised to make you the happiest yet somehow I always ended up hurting you the most."

He kiss your forehead, correcting your sleep position and pull the blanket over you. Still adoring your face for one last time, "Good night my love. Until we meet again."

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #angst #jujutsu geto #jjk spoilers #jjk x reader

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forestshadow-wolf · 6 months

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question/statement regarding wing!au

The wings are biological- it’s almost like losing a limb right?? So when Simon loses both of his- is there phantom pain? Like he’ll be on the field one day and think he still has them because he feel the weight (it’s his vest) and like Gaz has to remind him “nah mate- sorry it’s your vest again”

OR OR he’s having a nightmare and feels shooting pain in the back and can like feel the weight shift and it’s hurts??

this is so amputee coded but I didn’t know another way to describe what I’m saying lol

love this AU

I talked about pantom pains here (reblog of the first post) but I didn't really go in depth

To preface I am not an amputee, so I might be pulling stuff outta my ass

Anyway, yes wings are a biological limb, so he does get phantom limb syndrome, and thus phantom pains.

It used to be an actual problem when he was on the field. The problem wasn't so much forgetting that he couldn't fly, since he's had decades to get used to having one wing. It's more so that he thought he has more mass, sometimes.

Additionally he used his wing to beat at enemy soldiers when in the field, and sometimes he would try to do that, forgetting thay he couldn't.

He did find a solution to this where he had price order him a custom made vest, that's got two steel balls inserted into the fabric right where his wing joints are. It's very uncomfortable, but necessary if he wants to avoid unwarented injury while on the field.

He also had a habit of not taking care of his remaining wing, which contributes to his pains. He'd use his wing to cover fellow soldiers during gunfights, and as a battering a battering ram. He also never took care of them when he molted, never brushed his feathers out.

He also can't wear his vest while on base, so... that's a problem, but less risky, so he hasn't tried to find a solution for.

As for phantom pains? It's an almost daily occurrence. He wakes up from nightmare of explosions, bulltets, and having his wings torn up. And it sends him realing from his bed with pain in his back that's so severe that it shoots down his legs.

Sometimes he's training recruits and he'll feel his "wing" flap, and it makes the muscles in his back seize up, but he has to just grit his teeth and deal with it.

There are some workouts that he can't do because it causes debilitating pain that leaves him almost bed ridden for days in end.

Price tries to help, but Ghosy ignores all attempts

#uncanny wings #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #wing au #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles #lovely asks

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yenqa · 1 year

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APPLE CIDER! (teaser)

thank u @soov for helping me pick the cover photo!

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sypnosis : you haven’t experienced much love in your life. well reciprocated romantic love. your first “boyfriend”, was only with you because a bet. until you unexpectedly meet jay, a frat boy, whose known for breaking hearts. you’d be a fool to give him a chance right? too bad you both like apple cider.

when a heartbroken girl meets a heartbreaker and they bond over apple cider.

featuring : some members enhypen, chaewon of lsfm, yeonjun of txt, eunbi, random math teacher

warnings : literally the most cliche story ever, swearing, underage drinking, food, parties, crying, kissing (not in detail), being drunk (not reader), crying, angsty, reader hates parties, mentions of hooking up/sex, mentions of weed, reader has bad habits, blood, i think thats it?

wc : i’m gonna guess like 7k at most, but i haven’t wrote anything longer than 1k so u never know 🤷‍♀️

pairing : jay x fem!reader (uses she/her)

release date : i’ll try to get it out before february but please don’t be mad if its not 😓😓

taglist : open!

a/n : kinda nervyy…. this might take a while bc i get like no motivation after starting smth

“c’mon y/n! i know you’re not over hyun-woo but please! one party! it’s been like two months since you broke up and yeonjun personally invited me to this party!”

“way to put it lightly chaewon,” you’re tempted to leave and sit somewhere else. can’t she just understand you don’t want to go?

“please! i’ll get you um- coffee for a week!”

you scoff at her suggestion, but after thinking about it, it does seem like a pretty good offer. i mean, it was just one party right?

“when’s the party?” you ask, almost persuaded.

“it’s this friday, i can pick you up and we can get there at nine? the party starts at like eight but everyone goes at nine.” she pauses for a moment before continuing.

“if you’re uncomfortable we can leave right away! plus your beloved chaewon would be right next to you the whole time! isn’t that tempting?” she elbows you softly, you give her a disgusted look then changing back to your normal one.

“fine. but! you have to let me borrow a dress because i don’t really have any party dresses.”

“you have that one green one! that’s like a v neck!” chaewon shapes the dress out with her hands, trying to prove her point.

“it’s too big.” you point out, taking a bite out of your forgotten lunch.

“okay fine… i’ll pick you up at seven and we can get ready and stuff at my house! i’m not lending you any makeup though.” she picks back up her fork, stuffing her mouth with food.

“fine with me.” you shrug, taking a sip of water.

chaewon’s voice suddenly goes quiet, “y/n someone behind you is staring at you, he’s one of those popular guys!” she whisper-shouts, trying her best to hide her expression.

“so? you’re popular too, maybe he’s staring at you.” you brush it off, why would it even matter anyways?

“no y/n- that’s jay park. he’s like- he has some major beef with hyun-woo.”

“and what does that have to do with me?”

“jay is a heartbreaker, maybe you’re his next subject to get hyun-woo mad or some shit.”

“so? hyun-woo didn’t even like me, nothing bad will happen.” you reassure her, patting her shoulder.

“whatever you say. but stay away from him okay?” she looks at you seriously.

“okay but what does he even look like-?” you whip your head around to see, a group of guys laughing. one shamelessly staring at you. he smirks at you, a wink coming soon after. you look at him in disgust, turning around.

“why did you look y/n!” chaewon whisper-shouts again.

“what? i was curious? how am i supposed to stay away from him if i don’t know who he is?” you put your hands up in defense.

“okay fine…” she groans.

“you’re still going to the party right?”

“yeah sure, whatever.”

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omentranslates · 13 days

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Owari no Seraph volume 32 author's afterword english fan translation

Howdy, the long awaited afterword is here. I say as if my volume didn't arrive literally 2 hrs ago. Anyways, thanks for working with me.

Also I included the volume comments this time XP and I translated the back promotional page too just bc I haven't seen anyone else post it yet?? But I don't pay super close attention to the teasers usually so don't come for me if it's just the same text as the last few.

"Afterword

Wow, this is it, the climax! Writing it gets as lonely as it is fun, and it's as fun as it gets lonely, among other things! To everyone who's followed along this long, I'm truly grateful.

From here on out, I'm going to have a new editor. Owari no Seraph has thus far been blessed with nothing but the best and brightest in editors, all full of motivation. From Hosono-san (the sharpest blade in Shueisha) to Kosuge-san (the industry's top Nice Guy) to Kasai-san (who played it straight but turned out to be a total weirdo). And now, exploding onto the scene to take the baton from those three absolute characters, and his name issssss.......Okuyama-saaaaaannnn!!!!!

Now, this new guy in charge is truly amazing, he's got enough motivation to take me aback! He goes, "Kagami-san! We could have the whole world!! Nono, the whole universe!!! From now on just leave it all to meeeeee!!!! There's no doubt we'll do great things together, so just leave it all to me okayyyyyy!!!!" He's been yelling like that since we first met. He brought so much of that heat to the venue we were going to have our first meeting over dinner at and we ended up getting chased out and banned from coming back! It ended up being a whole incident, we really started off with a bang.....is what I'd like to put here, but I'm actually working on this afterword before that aforementioned meeting so I decided to just write my heart. The truth is that we actually haven't met yet! (Say what?)

Everyone, look forward to the next volume, where I tell you all how our introductions went! The one I'm writing now will actually probably pass through my new editor Okuyama-san's hands before we do meet, so I'm kinda scared about how that's gonna go, I'm like shaking (lol). But I'll definitely have a story to tell for next afterword! So on that note, I hope to see you all here again next volume, for those who just wanted to be done reading before it gets deep, I'll say goodbye to you here. I'll see you all next volume!!!!!

So, then, about myself recently. I put to rest some things that have been bothering me as a creator for sooo many years. Yayyyyy!! Wondering how I'm going to live and who I should become. As I'm facing up my works, and also my experiences as a person, as I'm experiencing the lives and deaths of those precious to me, what does it make of me? My characters grow up, am I working hard enough to keep up with them? I suddenly feel like I'm approaching my answers. And wow, what a ride it's been. What a ride being a creator is.

There was a time I was writing so many projects, but I've been rather spending my days studying since encountering those worrisome thoughts. But I've finished my studies and at long last arrived at just being thankful. It took a lot out of me to get here. And having Owari no Seraph publishing monthly, I think it was something that really managed to keep me as a creative grounded through it all. Writing is what I love most of all, I've been able to realize that it's who I am. For that, I am truly grateful to everyone. Yamamoto-san, Furuya-san, every one of my readers, to those in charge here and my editorial staff and everyone else who associates with me and every member of my family, I'm deeply thankful for the one of a kind, precious ties that bring us together in this world.

Which is all to say, I've returned to my extremely prolific writing habits, so I'll be glad if you all read what I've got to say!!!

Huh, I guess that wasn't too heavy afterall. Anyways, everyone, I'll see you next volume! Oh, and the finale of "Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu" is also happening after six long years. If any of you have ever read it, I hope you enjoy that too!

So then, see you in volume 33!!!!

Kagami Takaya"

Kagami Sensei's volume comment: "I'm writing so much! Back to the drafts!"

Yamamoto Sensei's volume comment: "We've reached volume 32. Yuuichirou and Mikaela, the Shinoa Squad, Ferid and Crowley, a lot of different stories have really taken off. I hope you're all excited!"

Promo page in the back (text only):

"On the move to make their own dreams come true...

All of these different stories speeding up towards the final battle!?"

The next volume is planned for October 2024

#owari no seraph #english translation #yeah so. please enjoy sensei writing fanfiction about his editors lmao

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nothirstonmain · 7 months

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Hii, just saw your blog and thought id make a req

I was thinking of something like PV cookie(pure vanilla), stardust cookie, and the prsk boys x fem! reader imagine who loves to steal their clothes and where them, but theryre sneaky abt. Like soemtimes char will randomy notice their clothes go missing, then when they visit readers house, they notice them snuggling in their oversized(for reader ofc) clothes. Also one time they gave them back their clothes bc 'it didn't smell like them anymore'

-lemonade

[ONCE AGAIN I am tapping the "I never have and never will write for fem!reader, i am here to represent us non-women" sign. regardless i'll do this just as gn!reader kk ty hands you This]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on like 4/8 of the characters here. sweats.]

♡ PV doesn't think about much I want to believe. ♡ He just has his mind on the Vanilla Kingdom a lot and also his mind is imagining fluffy scenarios of you and him but shh ♡ So when his clothing starts going missing he doesn't really think much of it ♡ He'll just shrug and pick out something else, it's fine! ♡ However when he finds out you're the culprit? Oh he thinks it's adorable! ♡ Hope you can handle LOTS of compliments, cuddling, flirting, etc. He will drown you in it. ♡ He offers buying you clothes in his size at some point ♡ He'll gladly take back any clothes to put his scent back on them, too. He wants to keep his beloved happy!

♡ Stardust doesn't have many comfy clothes I'd think. Better get creative ♡ He notices missing clothes immediately. Barely anything escapes him- ♡ He goes to ask you about it first, only to find you wearing what he was looking for ♡ Awkward silence for a few moments. Both of you staring at the floor. ♡ "Did you miss me or something..?" ♡ He doesn't really get the appeal of stealing his clothes, but he'll indulge you anyways ♡ He may buy more comfy clothes just for you to steal. Nice! ♡ He doesn't mind all that much, he does feel a bit more at peace when you give the clothes back though..

♡ I like to think Ena steals his clothes too [if i can steal my dad's clothes then Ena can steal Akito's. okay??] ♡ So when something goes missing, he immediately goes to Ena ♡ It was his favorite hoodie, cut him some slack! ♡ But when he searches her closet and under her bed and. does not find the hoodie. he goes to the only other person who'd have access. You! ♡ Surprise he's at your door ♡ He finds you wearing his clothes really cute so he lets you keep them. For a while. ♡ You have to give them back eventually :( ♡ He does, however, leave his hoodies out more! Win! ♡ Now you're fighting Ena for Akito's clothes. Well at least they're comfy. If he finds out about that he'd laugh

♡ Immediately knows it'd be you because who else? ♡ Doesn't care if you steal them. He does however, much like Akito, also find you quite adorable in his clothes. ♡ Unlike Akito, he will actually say that he thinks you're cute. Autism be damned my boy can be upfront about his feels!! ♡ Will also leave out his clothes for you to steal ♡ Offers to wash them for you ♡ Kind of like Stardust he doesn't get why you like it, but he'll indulge if it makes you happy :) ♡ Bonus, he'll give you his closet if you ask. He doesn't mind, I like to think he hordes hoodies and shirts anyways-

♡ Doesn't notice his clothes are missing for a while, his mind's more on his shows and impressing you with them ♡ One day he just. Finds you in a sweater. And it makes so much more sense why he stopped seeing it. ♡ Will LOUDLY proclaim that his beloved co-star is looking ADORABLE. to your possible dismay idk. Saki's offering hugs ♡ Will be the type to take pictures of you two when you're wearing his clothes and post it online so everyone can see how cute you are !! He seems so excited it's hard to keep up with him- ♡ Actively encourages this habit, he loves it ♡ Makes lil jokes about stealing your clothes too. He wouldn't though; they're too small!

♡ He would know immediately ♡ Doesn't matter how well you hide it. He Knows ♡ He'll pretend like he doesn't know until he literally can't ♡ Then comes The Teasing ♡ If you're with Rui?? Romantically??? You have to be used to teasing im not sorry i KNOW everyone says it but he fucking WOULD ♡ When he finally catches you in his clothes he smiles ear-to-ear. Oh God ♡ He'll call you so many pet names, bring you flush against his chest, and then coo at you when you inevitably get really flustered and start blushing up a storm ♡ HIS ASS IS NOT PLAYING FAIR !!!!!!!!!!! ♡ He'll hand over his clothes for you to steal any time you want. With the price of him teasing you ♡ He's fine with it. Very fine with it.

[Requests open ! Rentry with info in pinned :3 also pls reblog if you like my shit likes just do not help]

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evermorethecrow · 1 month

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EVERMORE THE CROW 1K SPECIAL..... EXPOSING MY PAST.................

ages ago when i was younger i had to write this letter talking about times i got injured for school work and it was so bad i went through it with a friend of mine and because i thought i wouldnt hit 1k before the end of the year saying id post it if i did.

AND NOW IVE DONE IT

so heres my letter :(

Dear sir, I chose to write about a dangerous situation I've been in but I found it so difficult to pinpoint one situation.I am such an impulsive and spontaneous person and I rarely think before I act .Therefore instead of just one dangerous situation I have composed. Before i start i would like to issue a warning under no circumstances should a person attempt to recreate any action in this list for it is ill advised and i don't want to go to court again Kind regards -------

Okay so let's start out small ,i mean like when i was small really small i couldn't walk, but oh boy i could climb and unfortunately for the better of my own health climb I did,climb out of my cot and i know because gravity people who drop out of things tend to have this annoying habit of hitting the floor.Lets just say my mum put PE mats on my bedroom floor after that.

Next…uhhhhh incident??? Oooh it's another escaping story maan maybe i should change my name to houdini or something,anyway this was a little later like i was able to walk (uh oh) i reckon i was good a walking, a little too good, my mum looked away from my pram for a second a second too long when she looked back i was gone, everyone in the park was looking for me and after 10 minutes of looking my mum saw me walk out the playground, i left and went to the playground.We went home after that.

Time for the third story I was two years old and was running buckwild in Greenwich Park and having a fun time, in fact I was having such a fun time I didn't hear my mum shout “LOOK OUT”. I had a comically large bump on my head got concussed and had to go to hospital, Not for too long though the very next day i got sent home for using a IV as a skateboard

Just a heads up befor the next story alot of these storys will be me being stupid and endeing up in hospital so if you have idiotphopia or are scared it would be advised to leave now or buy todays sponsor raycon earbuds.

Anyway next accident When i was five I was in bed as a five year old should be when I had a genius revelation Hmmm i I dont wanna use my legs to get out of bed so why not roll out instead….i did roll out of bed,right onto a plastic dinosaur and cut my eyelid, there was blood all over my face.But hey at least i got to meet an old friend of mine.The hospital waiting room.

So yeah you can probably see how i'm quite an accident prone person but i never really did anything that bad.SO WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT THE TIME I JUMPED OFF MY SCOOTER WHILE GOING SUPER FAST ON IT DOWN A HILL? I was seven and i was at our local park blythe hill and my seven year old brain wanted nothing more than to go down that hill at record speeds on my scooter,and i'm not talking about one of those fancy stunt scooters no i'm talking about a kids micro scooter, you know , the one where you would always put elastic bands on it, any way I was about halfway down the hill when i decided I was going too fast on it and i could get hurt and since id never had an injury before i wanted to prevent that so what did i do? I jumped of the scooter I was a smart kid. I jumped off my scooter and pretty much removed all the skin on that side of my body and too make matters worse it got infected and i had to take antibiotics for 4 weeks. Fun times

As you can probably see i might be a bit reckless and might be a bit bad at planning ahead Which leads me to our next story, this ones a bit different you see this time I didn't actually get hurt. I was at a friend's house and that friend's house had a garden with a tree,a tree and a garage which was placed close to the tree, and I, being a master climber since birth, scaled the tree with ease. But that wasn't enough for me no I wanted to climb the garage.So i went across the tree to the branche nearest the garage ,and climbed on top of the garage,the lovely,brick garage.my friends dad came out and saw me on top of the garage simply chilling and as you can probably predict he asked me to get down so instead of doing the rational thing and using the tree to et down.. I jumped of the garage onto the stone floor.I didn't go to their house for a while after that

I have another garage related story,This was in 2017 I was nine surely I was smateer by then and learned my lesson Right……Right? Me and my siblings were playing marco polo out the front of our house (never a good sign) And it was my turn to be blindfolded and find my siblings.I decided to run straight forward and hit the brick wall between two garages , I fractured my nose, chipped my front tooth and had to go to hospital.oops.

Now they say save the best for last and boy did i. It was 2020(oh god ) and we were celebrating my mom's birthday and all was going smoothly, well until i decided to leave our living room by jumping out the room from the sofa.it didn't go as planned.yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i jumped off the sofa hi my head on the top of the door landed on my arm and spent 5 hours in hospital on my mums birthday.

That's all we have time for today However here are some honorable mentions

.The time i used my scooter on a tall thin brick wall (someone really ought to take that thing of me honestly)

.All the times I hit my head on bins

.And that time this year I literally without thinking put the hairdryer on my face after I used It and burnt stripes into my face

Well thats the list of the most dangerous things ive done, of course ive done more dumb things but this paper has gone on long enough and I have school in the morning so bye I guess.

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MY LIFE IS RUINED

#Evermore exposed

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♕ A/N: Ahhh I always get so happy when I complete these little mini stories because I have a terrible habit of not completing them despite have a full story ready to go. Send me any questions you have! I have already been gathering some of them and I am going to do one large overview and answer them all in a post. That will be posted in a few days. Sorry for the wait I didn’t realize how long it had been this definitely could have been ready days ago. Anyhow here is The Prince and the Street Rat—A Game of Thrones, the final chapter—well more like an epilogue.

♕ SUMMARY: The world works in mysterious ways and so does the residents of Kings Landing. One never knows what they find in the alleyways and rooftops. Whores, drunks, knights, thieves, sometimes even Princes.

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The young Stark walked without words, the taunting words of the Kingslayer still fresh in his mind. His slow gait through the icy corridors muted, offering curt nods to those who pass him. The air somber, the walls knowing. He opens his sister's chamber door without warning, the steel beneath the cloth in his hands nearly weightless.

“Septa Mordane says I have to do it again. My things weren’t properly folded, she says. Who cares how they’re folded. They’re going to get all messed up anyway,” Arya scoffs, throwing a cloak into the wooden case, a deep frown across her features. Jon glances at her white and grey direwolf pacing about, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s good you’ve got help,” He says, his tone low and gruff with a boyish hum, a gentle reminder of his youth. The amusement in his words reaching his sister but likely being lost on a stranger.

“Watch. Nymeria, gloves.” Arya’s frown falls, a smile taking her lips as she squares her shoulders. Nymeria stops in her tracks, taking a seat as she stares with a blank expression. The silence persists for a few seconds before Jon turns back to his sister.

“Impressive,” He says, a smirk ghosting on his lips as Arya tells him to shut up. She tries once more, but Nymeria merely tilts her head. “I have something for you. It has to be packed very carefully.”

“And I you,” Arya says, rushing across the room. She tosses several things onto her bed. A blunted wooden sword, an incomplete knitted cloth with a sloppy direwolf sewn atop, and many parchments. Her grumbles fill the room before a chuckle supplants it before returning before her brother with furs covering her hands. She places it on the bed, nodding toward him, “You go first!”

“Close the door,” Jon instructs, chuckling as Arya practically skips across the room. Her eyes never leave the cloth in his hands. Barring the door, she says no peeking. He removes the fabric, assuring her he will not look as he turns, holding up the dainty steel. Arya beams as she steps forward while Jon removes the sword from its sheath, “This is no toy. Be careful you don’t cut yourself.”

“It’s so skinny,” She takes it from his hand, her eyes traveling up the blade.

“So are you. I had the blacksmith make it for you special. It won’t hack a man’s head off, but it can poke him full of holes if you’re quick enough,” Jon says, smiling as she gently waves it in the air. Her eyes locked upon her sword. She says she can be quick. “You’ll have to work at it every day. How does it feel? Do you like the balance?”

“I think so,” She fiddles with the base before looking up at her older brother. The two with the most Stark likeness besides Bran and Rickon. Jon leans down, placing his hand on the side of Arya’s face.

“First lesson,” His eyes lock with her own he speaks as though a sensitive secret sits between them. Small Arya clinging to his every word, so enthralled she fails to notice the smirk that threatens his lips, “Stick them with the pointy end.”

“I know which end to use,” Arya rolls her eyes as Jon hums a softness to him that the gods would soon wipe from the earth. He leans back up, dropping his hand, taking in every little detail of his sister as his future looms beyond the walls.

“I’m going to miss you,” He says, a silence sitting between the two before she steps forward, arms out wide. Jon flinches back, calling out careful as Arya’s sword swings ahead on his right. Arya places it down on her bed, looking up at her brother before jumping up. Her arms around his neck, he holds her from the ground as the two embraces. Jon mutters, “All the best swords have names, you know.”

“Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I’ve got a needle of my own,” She squeezes Jon a second time. Silence takes the room as the two hold each other. Arya pulls back first, Jon gently placing her back on her feet as she announces she must give him his parting gift. She nudges him to the side, removing the furs revealing a book. The cover shows beautiful sketches of dragons above a skillful drawing of Kings Landing. Jon’s eyebrows furrow, his fingers running over the title, Lady Calamity.

“Do not mistake my confusion for lack of appreciation, but why have you gifted me a book of—Targaryen history, I think?” Jon says, flipping open the cover sits a faded sketch. His eyes bounce over the assiduousness of the drawing. Many people appear to scatter around the couple at the center. A Targaryen cradling a bride in his arms, a dying woman.

“When people speak of the Dance of Dragons, we hear the same names and the same stories. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Black Queen. Prince Aegon Targaryen II, the usurper. Prince Aemond One-Eye, and Princess (Y/n) the beloved. The tales never speak the full truth. This Northern Sept dedicated his life to studying this through journals and parchments at the Citadel. Did you know Princess (Y/n) was a bastard from Flea Bottom?” Arya’s eyes shine with excitement as she speaks with nothing but confidence. Jon’s head snaps from the page to his younger sister, who beams at him. “No one can say for certain the relationship between the Princess and Prince Aemond, but there was a parchment from Queen Alicent to her father of an unbecoming friend of the Prince years before the war. The book believes it was the Princess. Some say they were friends and loved each other, and some believe the Prince to have an obsession. The reports are conflicting, but she is known in history as the third person to die in the Dance of Dragons. Hers and Prince Lucerys’ deaths sparked the war. Aemond one-eye torched Riverlands, the people rioted, and the realm became one of violence.”

Jon's eyes flick to the bottom of the drawing, the words staring back at him. The final moments of Princess (Y/n) Targaryen. The bells rang that of the swan song.

“Who killed her?” Jon asks, his eyes flicking back to the dying Princess. The drawing puts more emphasis on their faces rather than the movement around them.

“No one can really say. Many Septs challenge each other’s recounting of this history. At first, the realm blamed the Black Queen for the assassination of their Princess and the butchering of Aegon the Usurper’s eldest son. Sept Umberais debunked this in his research. While officially, the Black Queen and her forces are still credited, Lord Otto Hightower was executed by his grandson for the murder. It was incorrectly reported that Otto was beheaded during the fall of Kings Landing, but Queen Alicent's private journals reveal otherwise. The book goes into far more detail, but I think you should really read it. Sept Umberais found everything he could on the Princess. A bastard who shaped history. I do not wish you to die shaping history, but I do believe you will do great things, brother.” Arya flips the pages of the book, landing on another sketch, one of a statute. “During all of this madness, a statue was made in the Princess’s honor where she was laid to rest. Many believe her place of rest is one of misfortune if not given the proper reverence. I am going to visit it when I arrive at King's landing. Maybe receive a blessing for our family. Even King Robert was too afraid to desecrate it as he did the other Targaryen emblems.”

Arya flips to the final page, her brother’s eyes widening at the sight. The line work reflects an unmatched talent, the detailing almost intimate. Jon frowns, his chest aching as his eyes study your features. He cannot remove his gaze from the soft smile that nearly negates your forlorn eyes, “Princess (Y/n) Targaryen.”

The departure from Winterfell arrives with a heavy fog of naivety. Every Stark oblivious to the storm cloud lingering high above their home. Jon’s face of stone keeps all who travel around him without an inkling of his thoughts. When the opportunities arise, he opens the book, clinging to every word of the limited information on your life.

He cannot explain it, nor can he shake you from his thoughts. Besides his father, Jon cannot find another name that sparks this move in him. The journey to the wall consists of him wondering if you knew when it all began for you—if he will know. Your stories stay close even within Castle Black. It’s nothing like he imagined and everything Tyrion Lannister warned him of. Many nights, tales of your short life make the cold watches warm and the long days tolerable.

Arya’s journey south, her eyes bounce along the tree lines and hillsides. Her curiosity childlike and eager. Sansa rolls her eyes, sitting with perfect composure, a clear divide between the Stark girls. Their days in Kings Landing persistently absent from the others’ company. Arya walks the corridors picturing moments in history she’s read more times than she can recall. She treats the Red Keep more like a museum than a current resident to many, including herself.

“Must you always talk of a dead Targaryen Princess? Do you not fear slighting the King?” Sansa questions. Arya rolls her eyes, telling Sansa of the crown’s respect for the Princess. Septa stops their bickering, commending Arya’s knowledge while scolding her unladylike behavior.

She focuses on her dancing lessons and fails to convince her father to take her to your statue. Lord Stark, only hums, nodding his head to all her reasons but never answering the question. She’s sure it’s merely amusing to him, a laugh threatening him. The days blend into a smokescreen of routine, blinding the Stark girls from how swiftly the walls around them concave.

Arya’s heart hammers through her body with a ferocity that rattles the entirety of her entire body. She steps out into the road, the ding of the bells and chatter of the streets nearly nauseating. The few who pass her move with urgency leaving her in the dark.

“Hey, where’s everyone going? What’s happening?” She calls out. The two little boys who speed past her skid in their tracks, talking over their shoulder with glee.

“They’re taking him to the Sept of Sorrows!” The boy continues rushing up the stairs, Arya’s inquiry of who almost not reaching his ears, “The hand of the king!”

Arya drops the pigeon from her hand, rushing with the rest of the crowd. A few become many, and the back of their heads becomes her main view. The unfamiliar courtyard does little to halt her movements. She steps onto the side of the statute, not sparing it a single glance as her fathers brought out and escorted through the crowd. The mob screams words of malice, waving their weapons, but Lord Stark’s eyes lock with his daughters. In the group, many faces blend, spitting insults. At the pull of guards, Eddard scans the crowd warily. His eyes land on Yoren, bumping into his chest. He yells, “Sorrows. Sorrows!”

The moments fleeting, and the air stale. Silence consumes the crowd as Eddard’s voice booms throughout the courtyard. The gruffness of his tone clear and paced. Despite his lies to appease the few, the public still grumbles with resentment.

“As we sin, so do we suffer. This man has confessed his crimes in sight of Gods and men. He has confessed his sins before the Sept of Sorrows. He has given reverence to the resting place of a girl given to this world by the Gods. She is a reminder of the poison in treachery but also the failures of acting without mercy. What is to be done with this traitor, your grace?” Arya frowns. She cannot grasp why this occurs here and now. The Queen mother shifts uneasily as the young King grins like a madman. It’s all so wrong.

“My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night’s Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the realm in permanent exile. And my lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father. So I bring you all here today. A sad day for a very sad excuse for a man. In this place lies dead a woman who could not be protected by her husband nor her King! Today I mark a new beginning, a King who will protect those deserving, one where no treason shall ever go unpunished. Ser Illyn, bring me his head!” Joffrey’s words fill the ample space, following a roar of excitement like no other. The cries of Sansa and the pleas of Cersei falling on deaf ears as Arya’s eyes sweep the crowd in disbelief. Arya climbs off the statute navigating the crowd with quick feet, her tiny stature bobbing and weaving without pause. It becomes less dodging and more pushing as her throat and eyes burn ceaselessly. A hand wrapping around her wrists, jerking her back, forces a gasp from her lips. Arya squirms to no avail, her father getting further and further away as her vision blurs and refocuses.

“Let me go!” She screams, blocking her view from the front. He forces her head toward the statue. Her struggles do nothing against his rigid grip. The indiscernible chatter of the crowd and Sansa’s screams fill the air. It lasts for seconds before a swift silence sweeps the crowd, and everything stills. Arya grows as straight as a pencil. She stops fighting Yoren’s hold her stare shape. The lump in her throat nearly suffocates as everything numbs. A part of her wants to laugh at what captures her eyes, a sick irony—a cruel one. The blue sapphire gem sparkling and vibrant, unlike the bleak air that lingers.

Princess (Y/n) Targaryen Rivers

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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I swore I’d never read fnaf or related fanfiction but you just have a way with words

Part 2? Please

I’ll be back in this ask box every time you post another part lol

Hell yeah, I feel deeply and incredibly accomplished. I am not here to make anyone better, I am here to make everyone worse.

You're going to get an absurd amount of strawberries and cream Dr Pepper.

Anyway, this part was meant to have more in it but... Um.. It is also over 5k words and I'm beginning to suspect I have a problem.

Alex paced in front of the door. Mateo had finally walked away a few moments before and the shadow had receded but… none of the three dared to leave, yet. It was kind of an unspoken agreement that it probably was not safe to leave, yet.

Rodolfo had been shaking so hard his body was aching. At some point he’d pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, rocking himself slightly in an attempt to soothe himself.

Soap had been dead silent, barely moving to sit up. “What do we do?” He finally asked, looking up at Alex.

Rodolfo slowly turned his head to look at him. “We shut them off and fucking leave!”

“Well, obviously!” Soap snapped. “But how do we even do that?? I’m not fucking wonderboy over here.”

“This was your idea,” Alex reminded before he shook out his hands. “Fuck!” He crossed the office to the desk that was in there and Rodolfo watched him sit in the chair and start to type on the computer, furrowing his brows.

Rodolfo looked around the office, taking it in. It was a basic manager’s office, stark and uncomfortable, though the only light was from a little desk lamp. He shivered and laid his head on his knees again, noting how spacious the office was. In fact, there was even a little cot in the corner, which was fairly tempting. Fuck it, they could just be arrested in the morning.

No. No. He’d definitely lose his scholarship and he was on thin ice as it was, due to his drug habit. So, he pushed the idea of laying down and sleeping until morning out of his head and stood, finally, going to the window of the door and looking around outside.

It was… dark. It looked like the stage lights had turned off, likely from lack of motion. He almost didn’t like that, but the office and… he was guessing the camping lantern that they’d abandoned, provided enough light that he could see no silhouettes. Maybe they’d just… turned off after returning back to the stage.

Maybe.

“Are any of them out there?” Soap asked.

Rodolfo shook his head, taking deep breaths. “No. No, they’re not.” He answered. However, he almost immediately regretted that, hearing movement out in the hallway. It almost could be mistaken with Alex’s typing but the sound was heavier.

It sounded like a bunch of little feet scurrying, which did not paint a pleasant picture in Rodolfo’s mind. The fifth active animatronic…

Rodolfo hated it. It was apparently an attempt to make kids who had to deal with bugs in their home feel a little better… It was a beetle. A massive beetle named Roach. Red and with several legs… Giant beady eyes…

Rodolfo looked up, catching movement in his peripheral vision, and a shadow passed above the door, on the ceiling of the hallway. “If… If you shut them off, does it shut off Roach too?” Rodolfo quickly looked behind himself at Alex, who looked up from the computer.

“It should. Why? Is he out there??” Alex blinked, staring at him.

“I think so…” Rodolfo slowly turned to look at the door.

“Hi! I’m Roach!”

Rodolfo screamed and flew back at the sudden beady eyes in his direct vision, and hit the floor hard. Pain shot up and down his back, stemming from what felt like a rib and he tried not to cry out more, holding as close to the spot as he could.

Roach stared at them from the window, grinning. He didn’t like that all of them could smile or frown. He hated it. “Hi! I’m Roach!”

Rodolfo scrambled further back from the door and flinched as the doorknob jiggled slightly. “They can open doors??” Soap spoke up. “I’m so fucking glad you locked that thing.”

“I thought they couldn’t come in here…” Rodolfo frowned and looked up at Alex, who was staring at the doorhandle.

“They’re not supposed to be able to! The report said that.” Alex shook his head and then turned back to the laptop, seeming to pause before continuing what he was doing.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows. “You keep mentioning reports… How old are these reports?”

Alex was silent for a moment. “I found them in my mom’s office… So… at least 4 years old.”

“So we’re working on what could be potentially incredibly outdated information?!” Soap pulled himself to his feet. “They could have been upgraded!”

“It’s better than the zero information you were assuming!” Alex glared at him and Soap shrank back a bit. Rodolfo frowned as he watched Alex soften. “Look, I- I wasn’t expecting any of this. Mateo could have crushed Rodolfo… I’m trying my hardest to just get us the fuck out of here.”

Rodolfo looked down, remembering vividly the feeling of Mateo’s arms around his back, squeezing so tightly… It’d been so unbelievably terrifying… “I really just want to get out of here…” He mumbled. “This was a mistake.”

Alex snorted. “A big one.”

Soap had gone quiet and he looked down. “I’m sorry. For dragging both of you here. I just… I wanted a picture. I’m going in, tomorrow, to see if my cancer came back and it’s almost guaranteed it did… I wasn’t going to accept treatment this time, so I just… I just wanted a picture…”

Rodolfo watched him sit back down on the floor and frowned, deeply. “It’s alright.” It was not alright but… Rodolfo felt guilty saying that. “We’re here, now. You got your picture… lets just get out.”

Soap nodded. “You’re right. You both are.”

Rodolfo looked at the door again, relaxing when he saw Roach was gone. He carefully ventured to the window and glanced around, seeing that it was empty again. Thank god… So, he shook his head and retreated. “Any luck on shutting them down?”

Alex snorted. “Almost… and… right… Aha!” He grinned. “I finally managed to get in-”

Click. Whirrrr… Dread filled Rodolfo’s stomach, this time, as the little lamp and the computer went off. There wasn’t even a little green light on the security box on the table. “Oh no. What was that…”

“I think… I think the power went out.”

Rodolfo couldn’t see Alex move, it was too dark. He couldn’t see Soap on the floor, either. He couldn’t see anything. Oh god… Oh god…

“Maybe… Maybe that means the animatronics shut down?” Soap asked.

“No.” Alex answered and then the room was lighting up with his phone flashlight, which didn’t light up much. “They don’t plug in… They work off of rechargeable battery packs.”

Rodolfo’s vision was blurring, again, from how hard he was shaking and there were pins and needles stabbing into the sides of his face. “What… What do we do? Do we just run for the door?”

“No… No, because it’s still locked down.” Alex shook his head. “We can’t unlock it without the power…”

“Oh god..” Rodolfo whispered. “So… So we’re stuck here??”

“No, I don’t think so. There’s a generator in the basement.” Alex winced. “It probably got shut off or something… We just have to go reset it and it’ll turn power back on and then we can leave.”

“Where is the basement?” Soap asked, his tone sounding as hesitant as Rodolfo felt. Actually, Rodolfo felt more than hesitant.

Alex grabbed something off the desk, a piece of paper, it looked like, and then he appeared to almost relax. “The door is literally right at the end of this hallway. The animatronics apparently cannot go down there. Even with the power off. There’s sensors that have their own back up batteries in them that stop them. It’ll shut them off if they try.”

Rodolfo still didn’t like the idea of that. He didn’t want to go out there without them shut off completely. “And if they catch us??”

“I don’t think that will happen. We will just sprint as fast as possible.” Alex took a deep breath. “It’s our only shot.”

While Rodolfo didn’t disagree with Alex, he wanted to disagree with him. But… he had a point. If the doors truly were completely locked… They had to get the power back on. “You’re right.” He muttered.

Alex stood. “I say we don’t even glance to see if they’re there. Luckily, when the door swings open, it swings in the direction they will come from, so it should give us a few moments, even if they do come.”

Rodolfo hesitated before nodding. “You’re right.” He looked at Soap, who was in the process of standing. “How does that sound to you?”

Soap nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do it. I think I’m ready to just get the fuck out of here.” He muttered, brushing himself off. “I got my picture, lets just go.”

Rodolfo nodded and turned to Alex, who had moved to the door and was looking around outside of the window. “None of them are out there, it doesn’t even look like Roach is.” Alex murmured. “We should be good to go.”

Rodolfo nodded and looked at Soap, who was wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Fuck, it’s hot…” Soap muttered and then he nodded. “Let’s go.”

Rodolfo tensed as Alex glanced back at them, readying himself to sprint.

Alex carefully and slowly unlocked the door and then he was throwing it open, standing back and gesturing for Rodolfo and Soap to go. Rodolfo didn’t even hesitate, sprinting out the door and hearing Soap on his heels.

It was almost instant. The moment they ran out the door, they heard thudding footsteps and Rodolfo made the mistake of glancing back, seeing the Red Velveteen Rabbit’s outline in the hallway, barely lit by the camping lantern’s light. She was coming after them and Rodolfo immediately turned back around.

It wasn’t a particularly long hallway, but getting the basement door open was tricky when they got there. The handle almost felt stuck and Rodolfo could feel the rough, grainy texture of rust on the handle as he and Soap tried to shove it open, having made it to the door first.

Alex made it barely moments afterward and he slammed as hard as he could into the bar handle, causing a soft cracking noise, before the door was swinging open.

“Alex, don’t run from me… Alex…”

All three stopped dead in their tracks. Soap and Rodolfo were already in the doorway, but Alex was slightly out. “It… it said my name.” Alex turned to look down the hallway.

Rodolfo could hear the footsteps still coming. “Who fucking cares, come on!” He whispered, trying to urge Alex into basement. “Alex!”

“Alex… don’t run from me… Alex…”

Rodolfo and Soap both seemed to have the same idea because both of them were suddenly grabbing Alex and yanking him in, slamming the door shut behind him. Alex seemed to quickly recover because then he was turning his phone flashlight back on.

Rodolfo got his out and finally did the same, taking deep breaths as Soap also did the same. He didn’t like how dark it was in the basement, but… At least those fucking things couldn’t come downstairs.

Alex led, still holding the paper, and he swept the flashlight so they could see. “The generator room is in the back…”

They were going down another hallway, though there were plenty of doorway openings, which mostly appeared to have tables and boxes in them. Shelving.

Rodolfo did find himself stopping in one of the rooms, spotting a box of plushies. All of the characters seemed to be in it, though there were only a few of each. He carefully pulled out a Mateo plushy, inspecting it. The eyes were so much bigger on the plush and it appeared to be sitting, likely meant to sit on a bed.

Remember me… It’s me… I’m here… Remember me… What odd voice lines… Especially neither of the other two spoke at all. Even the Red Velveteen Rabbit had barely spoken… Her name was River, apparently. RVR…

Rodolfo supposed he should start calling her that. They’d renamed her after he’d stopped going, so he hadn’t gotten used to the name, yet. If he remembered correctly, it was because kids had had too much trouble pronouncing Velveteen.

How they even got away with Velveteen was beyond him. Wasn’t the name trademarked? Hesitating, he put Mateo down and looked at his phone, googling it.

Oh, it was in the public domain… Made sense. So, he guessed that was how. Huh, now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know the story of the Velveteen rabbit. He just knew the name. So, he looked for the actual story, pausing on a sketch of the rabbit.

No, River didn’t look like that, at all. The most she had was long floppy ears… Her arms and legs were too long, too… lanky. He didn’t think this version of a velveteen rabbit would be too frightening. It’d be considerably more friendly.

So, he looked up why she was shaped like that. The first result said she was based off the co-owner, Kate Laswell’s wife. Jennifer Laswell… She’d gone missing the same night the four children did…

Apparently she was meant to be a security animatronic, meant to keep kids safe. Explained why she was fucking chasing them, then. To be fair, they had broken in. Rodolfo wasn’t completely faulting the AI. Just… terrified of it.

He paused, swearing he heard movement behind him in the hallway. Maybe Alex and Soap had finally found the room. He needed to stop getting distracted…

Oh, but he was looking up the story of the velveteen rabbit…

He put on an audiobook version, putting the volume down as low as possible so he could still hear his surroundings.

There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was soft and warm, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat, prim and proper on a brown bench, waiting to be picked up, the sight was rather charming.

Rodolfo smiled to himself and finally exited the room, listening to the story.

The velveteen rabbit was only six years old, on this particular Christmas. His legs weren’t long enough to reach the floor, even sitting at the very edge of the bench, so he all he could do with them was swing them freely and stare at the black and white clock across the hallway. Tick tock… tick tock… It counted away. It was barely six o’clock.

Rodolfo winced and held his head, suddenly feeling dizzy. Bile was rising in his throat and the pins and needles were back, pricking at the sides of his face and now down his arms. He shook as he started down the hallway, wondering if it had always been this long, or was it just his withdrawal?

“Hello,” a red rabbit suddenly said, coming and crouching down in front of the velveteen rabbit. “Are you our new velveteen boy?”The velveteen rabbit could only stare up at the red rabbit, stopping the movement of his legs. She was a beautiful red rabbit, looking like his favorite flavor of cake. Red Velvet…

What? Was the Red Velveteen Rabbit actually from the story?

He didn’t really have time to contemplate it, because soon he was having to cover his mouth as more bile rose, forcing it down. His body ached… Remember me…

“Poor sweet velveteen boy… The counselor said you didn’t talk much.” A blue one, this time, approached. “River, look at the brown spots on his legs…”“I know, Blue… Come, little Velveteen Rabbit, we are here to take you home.” The red rabbit smiled warmly at the Velveteen Rabbit and he found himself softening, involuntarily.“The counselor said you were going to be my new mommies…” He said, offering his paw to the red rabbit, who took it and pulled him up. “What happened to my old mommy?”

Rodolfo stumbled to the right, slumping into the wall. There was movement behind him… No, he had to be making it up. There was nothing down there…

Even still, he found himself weakly looking behind himself, using the flashlight so he could see, and confirming there was in fact nothing… He shook his head and then held it, dizzy from the simple motion. This was hell…

The two rabbits shared a look and the Velveteen Rabbit found himself worried he had done something wrong. He tensed himself, preparing to be pinched, and instead they simply smiled at him. “She had to go away… She said she’s very sorry and she’ll miss you dearly…”The Velveteen Rabbit looked up into the two rabbit’s eyes and he was met only with warmth. His old mother’s eyes had held nothing but hunger… When they smiled, it was a soft white velvet smile… not fangs and teeth, waiting to tear him open… “Okay…” He nodded, reaching his other hand up to take the Blue Rabbit’s hand.

Now that Rodolfo thought about it… Wasn’t there another Velveteen Rabbit? A Blue Velveteen Rabbit, just like the story… With Chocolate Icing, not cream cheese, and pale blue eyes… Hadn’t it been decommissioned after some sort of malfunction in its AI?

More movement behind himself and Rodolfo squeezed his eyes shut, taking more breaths. Then, he heard it. A door opening. It should have been in front of him, an indicator that Alex and Soap had found the generator room, but it was behind him.

He slowly turned around, feeling the pins and needles spread down his sides, stabbing into the rib that had clearly been bruised or something in his fall. He could see it very faintly… The door at the top of the stairs opened and a shadow passed through the ever so slight amount of warm light through it.

He couldn’t move. No, if he moved it would know he was there…

“Our good sweet Velveteen Boy… What’s your name?” The Red Rabbit asked, and both guided him out of the building. “Alex, I think…” The Velveteen Rabbit answered, looking down so he could count his steps on the pavement. He was careful to do that in his head, not wanting to upset his new mommies. His old mother hated when he did that.

Rodolfo could hear, nor see, any more movement. Instead, he became faintly aware of ringing in his ears and he closed his eyes, trying to breathe… Instead, it only felt like water filled his lungs and he found his body shaking so incredibly hard… If he tried to stop, it only shook more, and tears streamed down his face.

“Lets go home, Alex.”

The audiobook ended and there was nothing but silence around Rodolfo, surrounding him and choking him. Nothing moved, nothing breathed, not even he.

Then… “Alex… Why did you run from me?”

Oh god… Rodolfo took in a harsh and shaky breath, feeling it scrape the sides of his lungs as it went in. He needed to run, to find Alex and Soap and warn them, but he couldn’t… He couldn’t do that.

The Red Velveteen Rabbit had followed them down into the basement…

His entire body was coated with pins and needles, stabbing deeper and deeper into his skin until he was positive he should be able to feel his own skin bleeding. Barely, barely, he found himself able to move to wrap his arms around himself and then the cold seeped into his body, making him shiver and tremble.

Tears ran down his face, providing only a temporary relief from the pins and needles wherever they streamed, but leaving the skin icy cold until they returned.

Pink eyes appeared in his direct vision, so incredibly close to his face. Something smelled horrible, flooding all of his senses… It was sharp, smelling like meat that had sat out for too long. His mother had often left beef for Asada out on the counter for too long and it would reek just like. He’d have to avoid the kitchen for days until the smell went away.

He squeezed his eyes shut, praying if he was still enough, it may trick the motion sensor, but he knew that wasn’t possible because he was shaking so unbelievably hard. There was no way.

So, he opened his eyes again, wanting to at least face the Rabbit as it killed him. Because it was going to kill him. What else would it do?

The eyes were gone. He stumbled back, surprised, and then he started to wonder if it had just been another hallucination… Just like it sitting up.

There was a loud noise, like a giant switch being flicked, and then he was gasping and stumbling back as the lights in the hallway suddenly turned on, bright and stark and burning his eyes. This… didn’t look like the basement of a pizzeria. It looked like the hallway of…

Oh god, no… He couldn’t be here again…

No, no, he’d been doing everything he was supposed to…

He raised his hands to shield his eyes, flinching back from the buzz of fluorescent lights which burned into his skin. He’d rather have the pins and needles back, he’d rather be cold. He’d rather be anywhere but this fucking place.

“You let him go alone…”

Rodolfo’s whole body stiffened with terror and he slowly lowered his hands, seeing Mateo at the end of the hallway. “No!” He cried, backing up. “I didn’t! I didn’t want to!”

“You tried to come anyway… But it was too late…” Mateo laughed, cruelly.

The hallway started to turn, slowly, as Mateo turned to his right and walked to the wall. Rodolfo stumbled to his own left, gasping and throwing his hands out to try to keep his balance. Oh no… Oh please don’t spin… He couldn’t stay upright if he started to spin.

Mateo put his foot on the wall and Rodolfo watched him in horror as he then shoved his foot down and Rodolfo fell to the side, slamming into the wall as the whole hallway turned to the side. Mateo laughed, again, and the sound boomed through the hallway. “You remember this place well, Rodolfo?! They put you here because you tried to tell the truth! You tried to tell them what happened and they called you a liaaaarrrrr!”

Rodolfo covered his mouth, trying not to throw up. He slowly dragged himself to sit up, hunching over and sobbing. He was sorry… “Give my friend back…” He pleaded. “Please…”

“It’s too late for that, Rodolfo!” Mateo snarled and he started to stalk across the hallway to Rodolfo, stepping over doorways. His teeth were snarling and blood seeped from his snout, dripping down his neck. “You want to see where your friend went? I fucking ate him!”

When he got to Rodolfo, his paw reached down and then wrapped around Rodolfo’s throat, claws digging into the sides of his neck. Rodolfo sobbed and reached up, holding onto Mateo’s wrist. “Please… I just want my friend back…”

“Poor weak little Rodolfo…” Mateo taunted and then he was lifting Rodolfo up by the throat, causing Rodolfo to gasp as his airway was cut off, trying to kick his legs so he could be let go. “Faggot.”

He was thrown, slamming in the floor before sliding back down to the wall, landing perfectly on his knees. “Please!” He begged Mateo. “Please just give my friend back!”

“Watch the fucking scene unfold.” Mateo moved over and grabbed Rodolfo’s head, holding it down so he had to look through a doorway.

Rodolfo trembled but did as told, only able to relax, slightly, as his head was let go, and he braced his hands on the doorframe, leaning over it and looking in, surprised to see himself and his father.

“What the fuck is this Rodolfo?!” His father snarled and held up a white envelope. On it was To Alejandro. “You’re writing a love letter to a boy?”

“I- I-” Rodolfo stammered, backing up from his father. “You read it?”

“Every last fucking word! I won’t have my son be a faggot!” His father threw the envelope in the trash before turning to Rodolfo. “You’re not allowed to go to that fucking party, tomorrow, and you’ll be lucky if I let you see him again.”

“Dad- Please!” Rodolfo pleaded. “I’m sorry!”

“No! That’s final!”

Rodolfo covered his face, shaking, and then he turned, looking at Alejandro. “What do you mean you can’t come to the party tomorrow?” Alejandro frowned. “You’re my best friend, I need you there! I turn fourteen!”

“I- I don’t want to go.” Rodolfo shook his head. “I’m sick of that place, it’s for babies.”

“Seriously?? It’s my fucking birthday!” Alejandro huffed. “Fine, whatever, don’t go. I don’t want you there, anyway. In fact, don’t come to any others.”

“No, Alejandro-”

“No! Don’t fucking talk to me, anymore, either. I don’t want to be too babyish for you.” Alejandro glared at Rodolfo before turning and storming out.

“Alejandro, please!” Rodolfo called after him. He stood in place for a moment before carefully walking to his window, pausing before pushing it open and climbing out, walking right up to the ticket counter.

“I’m here for Alejandro Vargas’s party?” Rodolfo asked.

The ticket attendant blew out a bubble of gum before snorting. “Whatever kid, the parties are in the back, near the stage. He should have your tickets or whatever.”

“Thank you.” Rodolfo quickly rushed back to the stage, pausing and looking around.

Alejandro was near the back hallway, talking to the Blue Velveteen Rabbit… “Odd, his favorite is Mateo, why is he talking to Blue?” Rodolfo asked himself.

The Red Velveteen Rabbit clapped Alejandro’s shoulder and then he was guiding Alejandro down the hallway.

Rodolfo quickly rushed to follow him, watching the Blue Rabbit and Alejandro disappear through a door. Rodolfo followed, going down the stairs. His footsteps were silent.

“Happy Birthday!” The Red Velveteen Rabbit cried as they made it downstairs.

Rodolfo made it to the bottom just in time to see Alejandro crumble, a red smile across his throat. He gasped, hiding before the rabbit could see him, and peeking out.

“What a perfect birthday for my son, Simon. Four friends and a new mom…” The Blue Velveteen Rabbit sang as he dragged Alejandro’s body to a table, picking him up and laying him on it.

Rodolfo trembled and covered his mouth, watching the Red Velveteen Rabbit lift Alejandro up so it looked like he was sitting, and then he placed a mask on his head. Mateo’s mask…

The mask turned and looked right at Rodolfo.

“Remember me.”

Rodolfo jerked back away from the doorway, looking up at Mateo and then screaming as he saw Mateo reach up and pull his snout back, revealing a rotten grinning Alejandro. “Remember me. It’s me. I’m here… Remember me… It’s me… I’m here…”

“You tried to tell them what happened to me, but they didn’t believe you…” Alejandro taunted him, crouching down in front of him. Maggots crawled over Alejandro’s eyes, clouding what used to be a warm brown color. “They said you were too old for make believe and they shoved you in here. Kept you so high and medicated until you learned how to keep your fucking mouth shut. Until you believed it, too. Until you believed you’d never came at all. Until you fucking forgot me.”

Rodolfo trembled. “Alejandro, I’m-” He gasped as he was struck across the face, hard.

“Remember me… It’s me… I’m here…” Alejandro snarled in his face, the smell of rotten meat hitting Rodolfo hard. “You forgot me.”

Rodolfo hunched over, throwing up. He held his stomach as he puked over and over. Pins and needles coated his skin again and he just felt so incredibly cold…

“You’re pathetic. A druggie whore. I’m glad I died so I didn’t have to see all of the shit you did to yourself. The men, the drugs, the alcohol… The silver blades when nothing else was enough.” Alejandro laughed. “You should have died instead of me.”

Rodolfo should have. He fell to the side before rolling onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and gasping for air. “I’m sorry, Alejandro…”

“I don’t forgive you. And I never will.”

Rodolfo closed his eyes, knowing he didn’t deserve forgiveness. He should have died instead of Alejandro. He should have gone to the party… He should have. “I’m sorry…”

Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted and shook and he opened his eyes, staring straight into Alex’s. He was lit up by a set of floodlights at the end of the hallway, providing enough light to see adequately. In fact, there looked to be a set of lights in every room of the basement, giving just enough light to see and to also make the shadows look a lot bigger. “Rodolfo! Snap out of it!”

Rodolfo jerked away from him, stumbling back, and looked around, feeling his neck. Soap was staring at him with deep concern and Alex was watching him. “Are you two okay?” Rodolfo asked. “It looks like you guys restored power.”

“Yeah,” Soap nodded. “It was a pain in the ass, even with two of us, but it should be fine.”

Alex nodded in agreement. “But, we were only able to restore the basement’s power. I think the main facility’s generator isn’t hooked up to the power grid. So, we have to find that.”

Rodolfo snorted. “Great. Of course it wasn’t…” He muttered and looked around. “Well, where should it be?”

Alex looked around as well and then started off to a door, which was labeled electrical room. Ah, made sense. He went to twist the door handle before frowning. “Huh. It feels like it’s locked.”

“Oh, please tell me the keys aren’t up in Price’s office…” Soap groaned. “Please, Alex.”

“No, dude. I have a set of keys, it’s probably one of those.” Alex laughed, getting out the key set.

Both Rodolfo and Soap relaxed. “Thank fuck.” Soap muttered and Rodolfo agreed with the sentiment.

They both returned to watching Alex try keys, watching him stick each one in the lock and try to twist it. Over and over…

Movement behind Rodolfo. He tensed, praying he wasn’t about to hallucinate again, before he glanced over, seeing how pale Soap had gone. “What was that??” Soap whispered.

“You heard it too?” Rodolfo whispered back, his whole body freezing. Oh god… If Soap heard the movement, then that meant he wasn’t hallucinating…

“What the fuck are you two talking about back there?” Alex asked, barely glancing back.

Soap and Rodolfo both seemed to have the same idea because then they were both going, “nothing!” It was best for Alex to keep trying those keys and worrying about something potentially being down there was going to distract him.

Rodolfo slowly and carefully turned around, praying he didn’t see anything. And… fortunately, he didn’t. There was no movement, it appeared. Both he and Soap seemed to relax and Rodolfo was content to blame it on a draft or something…

Until his eye picked up movement behind one of the flood lights. He felt Soap freeze beside him and that confirmed that it was real. A shadowy hand reached out from behind the light, covering one of the bulbs and then- it crushed the bulb, causing a loud shattering sound to ring through the basement.

All three cried out in alarm and Alex was cussing. “What the fuck was that?!”

“The Red Velveteen Rabbit!” Rodolfo cried. “I- I thought I was hallucinating, but it followed us down here!”

“Fuck!” Alex cried and Rodolfo looked over, seeing him hit his hand against his temple. “Just… Just… Let me just try to get into this fucking door!”

“I thought they couldn’t come down here! That the sensors wouldn’t let them!” Soap shook his head. “How did it follow us?!”

“It’s a security robot, it probably can bypass the sensors.” Rodolfo quickly said. Both he and Soap turned to the floodlight, again, watching the same shadowy hand reach and cover another light, wrapping around it and then smashing it as well.

“Fuck! What do we do?!” Soap looked around the hallway and so Rodolfo did the same, trying to find something they could do.

“Don’t bother,” Alex said and then they were both being grabbed and once again dragged into a room.

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I am so excited to see Violet's relationship with Brennan moving foward and how Xaden is going to play a role between them. Because even if he doesn't want to he'll have to be a sort of mediator between the two of them.

I swear i have so many headcanons and theories about your fic, more even than the canon lmao.

I love the confidence your Violet has and I wonder if when they get together and she encounters one person she could feel jealously (Cat for example) if she'll feel it at all or if she's be like: I am the queen and i know what i mean to Xaden, idc about anyone else. Because i don't see your violet having the same reaction as canon violet.

Also would love a scene where Violet is in mortal peril and Xaden loses his mind. I love a simp man !!!

also do u have any advice on how to post consistently ?? I just admire your posting schedule so much !! thank u for gifting us with your writing

Yes I was just scribbling down some thoughts about Brennan and Violet, and I’m excited for their next couple interactions. Also it’s going to be quite a while but I can’t WAIT to have all three Sorrengail siblings together in the same room

Cat will be showing her face again, and she’ll certainly try to make Violet feel insecure/jealous and Violet will just roll her eyes and walk away. While she does have insecurities in this world, none of them are really related to her relationship with Xaden, they’re more about her physical strength and being compared to others and even those things she’s worked hard to overcome

As for posting: I write a lot anyway, this just happens to be the thing I’m focusing all my attention on writing right now. It’s more habit than anything! I write at least a few hundred words every day, usually more. I’m also a pretty disjointed writer, so if something isn’t working I’ll leave it alone, write another scene, and then come back and fill in the gaps later. That helps keep me from getting frustrated and having major writer’s block. I have notes for myself to follow, too—I’ll go “okay this chapter needs to have this scene, this one, and that one” and I’m usually looking forward, so the way I write isn’t necessarily “this is what’s happening right now” it’s “how does this moment get me to the next one” if that makes sense, so I always have a sense of momentum. I know my characters, I know their motivations, and I know the end goal here (mostly lol). If I didn’t have those things I think I’d get stuck and fall into the pattern of writing isolated scenes and not telling a story as a whole. It’s okay to take time away from your writing to get the whole picture and reevaluate if something doesn’t feel right or isn’t working for you or your story! And there’s nothing wrong with taking your time either, I have the luxury of working from home right now so I have more free time to work on what I want than when I commuted and worked in an office

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #storm in the quiet #writing

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U conplain more than you write. You absolutely like everybody else need therapy. Don't consider it a hating comment. But the amount of heartfelt posts you post on here is huge. And it's absolutely normal. But the way you're making it seem like a habit and the repetitive texts you write looks like you struggle with the same problem every time. And let me tell you that I know for sure that you don't receive many complaints as you make it seem cause you're posting asks one by one 24/7 and by the time you post this one too I'd know too since I've sent it just recently.

I m not following you anymore anyway after this ask . Not just because I hate you but because I respect you fondly and know how rare to come across pple like you. But on a real life basis not on a blog where pple don't even know who you are.

I don't understand half of this ask.

"you need therapy, don't consider it a hating comment" why would I? I don't know how long you've been here honey, but I'm very open about being in therapy. I am in therapy already and there's nothing wrong with that. but thank you for the advice? which was so rude and unsolicited, do you go around every blog telling people to go to therapy because they have problems? are you that kind or obnoxius? if it's kindness, and you're so willing to help, please use the kofi link and fund our sessions, thank you. ❤️ unless you only wanna go around making people feel bad for struggling, that is. not that it's gonna work on me, but good try I guess? 3/10 for effort 😭

"the amount of heartfelt posts you make here is huge and it's absolutely normal" but it annoys you all the same? I know it's shocking to hear, but, yes........... my struggles...... are about the same things. sorry I'm not dramatic enough to have a new problem everyday dhdhdhdhfhf

I'm battling with my mental health. I'm battling anxiety, so I repeat myself, because when I have no energy to reply I don't want people to feel ignored. I'm explaining myself when people misunderstand me so that my points are clearer. again, 2/10 bc I sure as hell am not gonna feel bad or apologize for being mentally ill lmao

"I know for sure you don't receive as many complaints as you make it seem" 1/10 I literally could not care less what YOU think. I know what my inbox looks like. I don't respond to hateful asks that are just nonsense, like "abuse enjoyer", "weirdo", "what can we expect from a multi stan", because engaging in a conversation like this is pointless. but asks like this???? why should I keep my mouth shut when you're throwing crap at me?

"I'm not following you anymore anyway after this ask" oh no, why 😭😭😭

please shove all that fake kindness somewhere where someone will care. people like YOU are the reason authors have to hide their struggles, they can't say anything on their own blogs, can't talk to anyone, and then just end up disappearing. because people like you make them feel bad for being human and sharing their thoughts and opinions.

I will complain however much I want on this goddamn blog, I don't go on yours and tell you what to do with it. pay me to write for you and then you will have any right to tell me that I should just do my job and shut up. otherwise? kiss my ass.

thank you for affirming the decision I made to leave lmao.

and to my angels, I know you're not used to seeing this side of me, and I am sincerely sorry, but there are lines that shouldn't be crossed, and I'm not a mat for people to walk all over. 🤷‍♀️

#asks

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gayweedanimal · 4 months

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Since I gotta be up for work in like 3 hours and can't sleep I might as well talk new years resolutions. Here's mine:

Long ass post so I'm readmore

Read every day: I've been collecting books for a while now and have a huge backlog of super interesting stuff to read. The only thing holding me back is making time to do it.

Write every day: Similarly, I have too many half baked projects/ideas that I need to actually finish. The perfectionist in me has been keeping me from finishing things for years, and for what? Fear of putting out something bad? Some of my favorite things in the world are bad. I already put out bad art all the time, and I love it. I've been struggling with this part of myself for far too long and it's time for it to die.

Organize my information better: I'm a notorious note-taker, but they're always very disjointed and arcane. So I guess that means I'm a bad note-taker. I've been using Obsidian more and more over the last few months and been building better information collection habits to use it to its full potential. Sometimes the first step is just to accept that your memory is shitty and learn to efficiently externalize things. Building off of that...

Manage my time better: I have so much shit going on at any one time it's often overwhelming. ADHD and my various neuroses certainly don't help. I've been doing various things to work on this but I need to stick to them better.

Finish Somnium: I put out a whole one (1) episode last year because I dreamt too big with my episode plans and didn't have the tools to bring them to fruition the way I wanted to - I need to push myself to actually finish more. This year's goal is manageable - 4 episodes.

Learn Japanese: I just think it's a neat language. Maybe one day I'll visit Japan; there's so much I want to see there. I know that seems like a far flung dream right now, but life happens fast.

Work out more: not much to say here, I just need to keep up this habit and push myself harder to build strength.

Get my driver's license: I've almost always lived in areas where I've just never needed to drive, but now that my sister has her's I feel like it's finally time to check this box lol.

Make more money: it's getting harder and harder to keep things afloat (as I'm sure is news to absolutely nobody) even with my pretty decent full time job. I'm assuming I won't get a raise, and also hoping I won't get laid off, but even still I need to get some sort of consistent side hustle doing web design or something similar.

God this really seems like a lot when I write them all down... I'm going to stick to them though. I probably won't kick all of these off at once just to not burn myself out, but I'm gonna do them all.

I really can't live without being able to set goals and make progress on them anymore, even if the progress is slow, even if things slide backwards or I fall off for months or years. I lived with soul crushing suicidal depression for so long and it really made it difficult to believe that my life was worth living or that it was worth investing in my skills or my future. I know a lot of people still think that way and I'm not the best at helping them, and that what worked for me doesn't work for everyone. But seasons change, wounds heal, and in the end, it's always worth it to invest your time in bettering yourself and to keep moving ahead.

Man, I don't know where the fuck I was going with all that but I'm leaving it in. Also why the hell am I writing this long ass post... I barely post here anymore. Anyway fuck it I'm gonna try to sleep AGAIN wish me luck at work in... 2 and a half hours. Happy new year ya filthy animals.

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cryley · 11 months

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Petrichor - Part 3

matty healy x reader (fluff) word count: 3.3k warnings: mentions of alcohol and cigarettes A/N: (moved from @cryley-fics where it was originally posted) Hello Hello ♡ I am so grateful for all of the feedback and love so far for this mini-series! ▹ masterlist ▹ part 1 ▹ part 2 ▹ part 3 ▹ part 4 ▹ part 5

The cheers continued as the boys walked to the front of the stage and bowed in unison. They all looked so happy. It was very different watching the show from a new perspective. Before meeting Matty, he seemed almost not real. Untouchable and unobtainable. Now I just saw him as a soft, sweet, incredibly creative man that I wanted to learn more and more about. I could talk to him for as long as he’d let me.

The boys exited the stage and the cheering only stopped once the venue lights came on over the crowd.

“How did you like the show?”

I turned around to see Jamie smiling. He seemed to be rushing around with the crew most of the night. I doubt he got to catch a lot of the performance.

“It was amazing! The new album sounds amazing live.”

He checked his phone, “Would you like to go back to the green room with me? I can find some merch for you.”

I quickly nodded. I made it a habit to grab at least one hoodie from every show that I’ve been to. This definitely wouldn’t be an exception.

Jamie smiled and waved for me to follow him to the backstage doors.

I found myself stumbling ever so slightly from the glass of wine and vodka drinks I had tonight. We went back through the familiar hallway before finally reaching the green room. I could already hear the boys chatting.

“Amazing show guys!” Jamie celebrated as we entered the room.

The room was much messier than it was when I was last in here. Ross and Adam were huddled over the snack table picking at some crisps. George was laying down flat on the large couch while seemingly scrolling on his phone.

My eyes turned to Matty. He was lying flat on the floor shirtless in the far corner of the room holding a bottle of wine in his hand. He hardly stood still the whole show. It was nice to see him healthier than other shows I’ve been to. He didn’t stop dancing or smiling.

“I brought Y/N to grab some merch since she didn’t get to before the show. Lines were crazy!”

Just as Jamie said my name, Matty sat up.

His hair looked crazy. The curls were now somewhat frizzy and all over the place. He looked to still be pretty sweaty as well.

“How did you like the show Y/N?” Ross turned to me with an incredibly large smile.

“It was perfect! I think this newest album is one of my favorites live.”

George’s eyes moved from his phone as he sat up, “Mine too. Glad you enjoyed it.”

They all seemed to have grabbed drinks immediately upon leaving the stage. Matty got a headstart to the wine on the stage and was by far the drunkest out of the 4.

Jamie checked his phone once more, “Do one of you mind taking Y/N to the merch trailer?”

“I can.” George stood up and slid his phone into his pocket, “I have to call Charli anyway.”

Matty took a sip of his wine in the corner. As soon as he caught my eye, he smiled and gave me a small wave. I’m sure he was insanely tired.

“Thanks. I have to go talk to some people before we head out.” Jamie smiled as he headed out the door, “It was nice meeting you Y/N. If I don’t see you again, thank you for the drink.”

“You’re very welcome! Thank you for everything, Jamie.”

“You ready?” George made his way over to me.

His voice was low and soft.

I nodded and started to follow him out of the room.

“Bring her back here when you’re done, George,” Matty called out and George nodded.

I turned back to look at Matty before exiting. He had a huge smile on his face and raised his bottle toward me. I couldn’t help but smile back.

George led me through the halls as the crew scattered around packing equipment.

“He hasn’t shut up about you by the way.” George chuckled.

I tilted my head to the side and raised my eyebrow, “oh yeah?”

He nodded and smiled, “Doesn’t happen often with other birds.”

My heart felt like it was beating in my throat. There’s no way he could actually be interested in me. Could he?

“Get ready for fans by the way.”

I could feel the heat rise to my face. I was still stuck on his previous comments.

He opened the door and ushered me through. Immediately as he emerged from the door, many people behind the barricade started calling for George.

He waved to them as we walked by, “I’ll be back in 15 minutes to come visit.”

He lead me over to the trailer behind the bus and opened up the door to reveal loads of boxes.

“Anything specific you wanted?” George hopped up into the trailer.

“Umm, maybe just a hoodie? Medium if you have it.”

George nodded and began his search. He seemed to disappear behind the large maze of boxes for some time before returning with a tote bag.

“Thanks,” I smiled and searched my bag for my wallet, “How much do I owe you?”

He shook his head and closed the trailer, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just bill it to Matty”

I laughed and started to blush again.

“You guys are too nice.”

“Well seeing as Matty is obsessed with you, I guarantee we’ll see you again.” George pulled out his phone, “I’m going to call my girlfriend and have a smoke before heading back in. Do you remember how to get back to where the others are?”

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you again for everything, George.” I smiled as he pulled me into a hug.

He was so incredibly tall and somehow smelled nice even after drumming for almost 2 hours.

I slid the tote bag over my shoulder and made my way back to the venue doors. The small crowd behind the metal fence patiently waited for George’s return.

As I made my way back to the room, I briefly looked at what was in the bag. It looked like there was a whole lot more than a hoodie in there. I’ll figure out how to secretly pay them back somehow.

“Oh hey Y/N! Just in time.” Ross smiled at me immediately as I walked back into the room.

Matty was closer to the door, this time standing. He was still shirtless and carrying his bottle of wine, but much less sweaty.

“Will you go to the club with us darling?” Matty turned to me and flung his arm around my shoulders, “We have the day off tomorrow and wanted to grab some drinks.”

I looked at the clock on the wall - 11:45 pm

I’ve been awake for so long, but I really didn’t want this night to end. Who knows if I’d ever get to see any of them again.

“I’ll go, but I’ll have to find a hotel nearby to stay at. I won’t be able to drive home.”

Ross sat down in the smaller chair with his beer, “We have a couple of rooms at the hotel next door to here. We decided to take a break from sleeping on the bus for our day off. Matty can stay with me in my room and you can take his room if you’d like.”

“You sure?”

Ross nodded and sipped his bottle.

“Yay!” Matty rocked us back and forth, almost spilling his wine.

“Adam decided to get an early night, so he’s already at the hotel probably talking to Carly.” Ross mumbled while checking his phone, “We’ll probably leave here in a bit if you wanted to leave your stuff here, Jamie and the crew should be around soon to move everything to the bus.”

I nodded as Matty grabbed the tote bag and placed it carefully next to his own bag. He scanned the clothing rack to find a plain black button-down shirt. His arm muscles tensed as he maneuvered them into the sleeves.

He wiggled his finger to signal me to come closer to him, “did you enjoy the show, love?”

His voice was low and soft. Not quite yet drunk enough to slur his words, but he was definitely soon reaching that point if he continued at the speed he was going.

“Matty, I loved it so much. It was beautiful.”

His fingers rhythmically fastened each button of his shirt before tucking it into his pants. He didn’t button up the shirt all the way, leaving his chest tattoo still exposed. I couldn’t help but to stare.

He accusingly raised his eyebrow.

He noticed.

I could feel my face starting to blush, so I quickly turned my head to pretend I was looking at the clock again.

“Are we going?” George leaned against the doorframe, “there’s a couple of fans out there, but they’re all really sweet. I just went over and talked to them for a bit.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Ross stood up and walked to join George at the door.

Matty grabbed my hand in his and pulled me to the door. His eyes met mine and didn’t break contact. His hand was still very warm.

Once the 4 of us left the room, Matty let go of my hand and transitioned to his arm around my shoulders. I’m glad he did because not only was he keeping me warm, but fulfilled my craving to be closer to him.

We exited the doors and were immediately met with shouts and camera flashes. Matty didn’t seem to care that his arm was still around my shoulder for a good minute before removing it to go talk to fans.

I stayed back near the bus entrance as the boys briefly chatted with fans, signed some things, and took some pictures.

Soon enough, they all came back to join me as the security guards ushered away the formed crowd.

“Let’s head over?” George asked as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

He placed one between his lips and held out the pack to me and Matty. Both of us slid one out as George next passed us his lighter.

The club we were going to was much closer than I thought it would be. It was truly next door to the venue and on the roof of the hotel we were staying at. As we walked, Matty draped his arm back over my shoulders and smiled down at me. I returned the smile and felt myself start to blush again.

“The cool air is almost sobering me up.”

“Then we need to get you another drink.” Matty lightly squeezed my shoulder.

We huddled together as we entered the building and headed to the lift. George and Ross were chatting to each other about some ideas for drum parts in the corner of the lift while Matty was staying particularly close to me. He intermittently stared at his feet, over to me, and back to his feet again. He almost looked shy, but I don’t think would have associated that attribute with him before meeting him.

The lift doors opened to reveal a hallway leading to a dimly lit club. There seemed to be a good amount of people here.

George walked over to the bouncer and showed his ID to him. The large man nodded and ushered all of us to follow him inside.

“We usually have someone call ahead for a VIP area.” Matty leaned over to me to explain.

We were led to a smaller indentation to the outer perimeter of the floor that was roped off. The man removed a section of the rope and smiled before heading back to where he was originally posted.

I’ve never been to one of these tables before. I’m glad they do this though since I’m sure some fans from the show follow them to afterparties from time to time.

George flagged over the server for the VIP sections and ordered a round of shots for us all before we situated ourselves on the leather couches. Matty sat down and made sure to pat the seat next to him inviting me to join him.

George’s eyes met mine and he raised his eyebrows tilting his head towards Matty in an ‘I told you so’ matter. I could feel the now familiar heat rise to my cheeks.

Matty, already a little drunk, put his arm around me resting on the back of the couch, “so Y/N, what other music do you like other than us?”

“Uhm, there’s definitely a lot of variety.”

He raised his eyebrows at me.

I thought for a little while to construct my answer a bit more to avoid spewing out an embarrassing answer, “primarily pre-90s goth, indie, alternative, punk, all that. I honestly appreciate all music to a point. Of course there’s some stuff I don’t like, but it’s rare.”

“I’ll have to share some music with you at some point.” He said with a smile.

I smiled back at him as the server came back with a tray of shots. It looks like we all got 2 each. This was going to be quite the night for sure.

“Cheers lads to a great show, great tour, and great new friends!” George raised his first shot up to ours.

I tossed the mysterious liquid down my throat. Tequila.

The 2nd shot was a smokier whiskey which I liked a lot more. Matty tossed them both back so fast before ordering a bottle of wine from the server.

“Don’t go too hard, Matty. I don’t want to help carry you to bed again.” Ross chuckled before sipping his 2nd shot.

I chuckled and smiled, “I’ll help you this time, Ross.”

We drank a couple of bottles of wine while we chatted for some time. It was becoming a little difficult to talk clearly. Ross was the first one to tap out and suggest heading back to the hotel. I didn’t disagree. I’ve been up since I woke up to start my opening shift. It was now around 2 am.

I stood up from the couch, a little dizzy, and offered my hand to Matty to help him up. He smiled a lazy smile and took the offer. He stumbled a little bit as we walked out of the club. He was definitely the drunkest out of the 4 of us, but I was a close 2nd. The 4 of us shuffled into the lift and stopped on a floor soon after where we got on.

“I can show you the room you can stay in, Y/N.” Ross waved for me to follow him, “It’s next to where Matty and I are staying.”

“Goodnight guys.” George smiled and nodded.

He turned to a door not far from the lift exit and opened the room.

“Goodnight George.” I tried not to stutter my speech.

Ross led me and Matty a few doors down before pointing to two doors next to each other.

“Matty, can you make sure she’s settled in the room, and then you can come over to ours? I’ll probably already be asleep before you come back.” He laughed, “Goodnight guys. “

“Goodnight, Ross. Thank you again for sharing your room.”

He smiled and unlocked the door, eager to lie down.

The hallway was suddenly very silent. Just me and Matty.

“I’ll show you inside. I want to make sure you get to sleep okay.” Matty stumbled over his words a bit.

I opened the door to reveal an extremely nice hotel room. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room with way too many pillows decorating the top. Off to the side, there was a small seating area and a desk. The bathroom to the left was quite large with a nicely sized standing shower.

Matty walked over to the bed and sat down. His face was slightly red and his curls were still all over the place. He looked beautiful. His shirt was almost fully unbuttoned and his sleeves cuffed to his elbows.

I smiled and joined him to sit next to him on the bed, “I don’t have any clothes or anything with me, so I guess I’ll just go to sleep.

Matty looked down at his hands and picked at a hangnail, “Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“Can I maybe - ” his eyes met mine, “stay here with you tonight? No ill intent or anything, I just-”

He looked worried.

“I’ve been having some trouble falling asleep lately and I think it would really help if I had someone close to me.”

I nodded, “Of course. I have trouble sleeping too from time to time.”

A smile crept up to his face.

“Let me get settled first and then I’ll come to bed.”

He continued to smile as his hands fumbled with his shirt buttons.

I shuffled my way into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. This was definitely hitting dream territory now. Matty Healy sharing a bed with me.

I peered at myself in the mirror. Not as bad as I thought. I searched around for the hotel-provided toiletries and quickly washed my face with a facewash I was sure would make me break out. As long as it removed most of my makeup, I could manage. Thankfully there was also some toothpaste, but unfortunately no toothbrush. I remembered a trick I used to use in my teens when staying at friends’ houses and squeezed a bit of toothpaste on my finger. It was of course not the best scenario, but it still worked.

I silently thanked myself for remembering a hair tie as I drunkenly managed to put my hair up in a messier than normal messy bun.

After doing a once-over in the mirror one last time, I exited the bathroom.

Matty was patiently waiting, sat up in bed resting against the headboard of the bed and under the covers. His shirt was completely off to reveal the tattoos decorating his skin. The clothes he was once wearing were neatly folded and placed on top of the dresser opposite the bed. I tried to stop myself from blushing when I saw that both his shirt and pants were folded in the pile.

“Hey”

“Hey” I smiled and made my way over to the other side of the bed.

He patted the spot for me to join him. He looked really tired already.

I crawled under the covers and laid on my side to face him. He copied my movement and did the same.

He looked really happy. The happiness I’ve only seen while he is on stage or with the rest of the boys.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you.” He uttered without his eyes leaving mine.

I smiled, “Anytime.”

He turned to lie on his back. His chest slowly rose and fell with his breath. His head turned once more to face me.

I watched as the arm closest to me moved outwards.

“Come here.” He whispered.

My breath jolted a bit before I scooted my body closer to him. As soon as I was close enough to his reach, he pulled me to his side so my head was resting on his chest.

He still smelled of cologne.

His heart was beating softly in my ear. I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped my arm around him.

His fingers sent chills throughout my body as he traced my spine. They continued for a while until the movement stopped and his breathing got slower and deeper.

I closed my eyes and let the sound of his heart lull me to sleep.

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