#ask zz c

[zz-chikorita]

While I know that videogames might not be everyone's cup of tea, let's just pretend that ALL your characters actually do like playing certain videogames. What kind of games do each of them like the most, and are they any good at it?

This one had me do some real thinkin'... 🤔💭

Guzma:

I think Guzma actually really enjoys playing any kind of co-op game with the grunts, even if he's not really good at them. But the grunts think it's funny when he starts raging at a game and he knows it. As far as games he plays alone in his freetime, I feel he prefers adventure/rpg type of game. He doesn't play a whole lot, but when he does find a game he likes, he plays it obsessively and tries to find every little bit of lore and secrets it has. He also always ends up becoming obsessed with games barely anyone's ever heard of and often he pesters Plumeria to play whatever game that is so he can discuss it with someone. (He also likes chill games and farming simulators like stardew Valley and animal crossing, but he's embarrassed about it and will deny it if asked)

Plumeria:

Plums likes rhythm games and strategy/puzzle based games mainly. It's definitely worth noting that she's, like, INSANELY good at them, too. Long story short, all the grunts know to never to take her bet if it invloves beating her high score. She also really enjoys any kind of game that implements any kind of branching path mechanic, so she's definitely played games like Zero Escape, Hades, and any of the telltale games multiple times.

Leon:

Definitely any kind of resource management game. So stuff like slime rancher, oxygen not included, factorio, terraria, et cetera. He's actually had to self ban himself from playing certain games because he missed too many league meetings literally playing for hours without realizing it. It bums him out because they were super fun, but he knows he can't trust himself.

(Other characters under cut)

Hop:

He likes minecraft and other sandbox games. He likes playing co-op with friends, but when he's at home, he doesn't have a great internet connection.

Moon:

Like the little gremlin she is, she likes horror games. She especially likes making Gladion and Hau play horror games with her. Or rather, not telling them it's a horror game until it's too late

A & B:

B is stellar at platformers. A is the best at fighting games of all the grunts. They are both equally trash at racing games.

Kalani (oc):

When he was much younger, he spent a LOT of time playing FPS. By the end of high school, he kind of got bored with them and played more MMO RPGs.

Molayne:

Mo also like MMO RPGs. He also likes games like Elden Ring and Bloodborn. He has, very discreetly, played a variety of dating sims and, no, no one knows about this but him.

Kukui:

The professor plays a lot of battle royale games. He's also very bad about getting sucked into gotcha games.

#ask zz c #what with the hcs and such #guzma #pokemon leon #plumeria #jolly rogers #example of a game guzma became obsessed with and annoyed plums to play: Eastward #yes this is because my own older brother did exactly that to me #(and guz's character is heavily based on him if yoy weren't aware) #but for real it ended up being a really good game go play eastward #ty for the prompt anon i enjoyed it <3

[chaotic-aro-incarnate]

BL romance trope ask game - 4, 10 and 18 :D!!

Yay! ^-^

4) Long Term Pining

First thought immediately goes to Guardian (2018). Nobody does long term pining like C-Dramas lol and Shen Wei gives everyone a run for their money in this category. I'm so normal about him and Zhao Yunlan.

10) Bodyguard

Look I am a NLMG girlie through and through. I love them so much. Is the show messy and full of abrupt tonal and genre shifts? yeah! was it necessarily the best idea to hire your estranged fisherman son to work as a bodyguard right after your boss was assassinated? not really! (like when Nueng shows up back to school again at the end, this time with like actual bodyguards, maybe that should have been the starting plan? instead of making your 18 year old son go undercover) But hey, I love this show and I love them and their complicated power dynamics made all the more complicated by being two lonely gay teenagers

18) Slow Burn

Ok I'm going to cheat here a little bit with a definition of slow burn but I'm going with Traige, mainly because of the slow burn/fast burn paradox of time loop romances! Because we don't know how many loops Tin went through exactly (he said it was countless), it was probably years worth of time he spent trying (and failing) to save Tol. Like we obviously don't see every loop he went through, but it took him so many loops to finally fall in love with Tol. Like that was definitely a slow build up internally if nothing else. Meanwhile for Tol he gets his bi awakening in the course of a week. Thus the slow burn/fast burn paradox of time loop romances!

#ask game #honestly since i went for guardian for 4 I didn't want to do another c-drama for 18 #otherwise I would had probably done the untamed or word of honor for slow burn #which like you can argue that word of honor isn't slow burn #but that's me using the result of censorship to my own benefit and saying wkx and zzs got together romantically later on #anyways :3

[the-s1lly-corner]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS FLUFF ALPHABET

Deciding to do the fluff alphabet for TADC! Copying my list I did for the creepypasta alphabet with some tweaking/swapping out some of the letters for other prompts! More info under the cut regarding rules and the alphabet itself!

Same deal with wanting to do the entire circus + caine

You can request multiple characters, at the trade off that you can only choose less letters

1 character: any number of letters, yes including the whole alphabet

2 characters: 10 letters max

3 characters: 6 letters max

4 characters (max): 5 letters max

Obviously you can request multiple times! This is just per ask + I trust you guys wont go bananas

Same deal as normal requests, dont pressure me to do yours faster since its demotivating, I tend to usually do my requests in order of when they were sent

Now onto the list!

(A)bstract- how would they feel if you abstracted?

(B)onding- how they spend their time with you + general activities ?

(C)uddling- who's the big/little spoon? Do they like cuddling? How often do you guys cuddle?

(D)ates- ideal dates? What do you guys do in the circus, since its limited?

(E)motion- who's the more emotional one? How emotional are they in terms of the relationship?

(F)amily- if they ever escape the circus, and you two meet again, would they want a family with you?

(G)ift- how often do they give gifts? Do they themselves like receiving gifts?

(H)arsh- how often do you guys get into arguments? Who makes up first?

(I)n house adventure- do they pair up with you during Caines activities? How successful would you guys be at achieving the final goal?

(J)ealousy- are they a jealous partner? By how much, how do they get when they're jealous? How do they handle it?

(K)iss- where do they like to kiss/be kissed? Do they enjoy it?

(L)ove Laungage: how do they express their love to you/what makes them feel loved?

(M)ended- if you abstracted but somehow came back, how would they feel?

(N)O- dealbreakers? What could prevent or ruin a relationship with them?

(O)ddity- what is a quirk of theirs? Habit? The like?

EDIT I FORGOT P- PDA!

(Q)uiet time- how do you two spend moments of silence? Is it uncomfortable?

(R)oses- do they give you flowers? If so what kind? Do they like receiving flowers?

(S)HH- secrets! Do they keep secrets from you?

(T)unes- what is "your song" that you two share?

(U)pset- how do they get when they're/you're upset, what do they do about it?

(V)alentine- while it's hard to keep track of time in the circus, what would they do for you for the holiday?

(W)ant- what do they want in a relationship?

(X)oxo- small acts of love, what do they do?

(Y)earn- how do they cope with separation?

(Z)zz- sleep, if they can sleep in the circus, what would it be like to share a bed with them?

#tadc x reader #tadc x you #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x you #pomni x reader #ragatha imagine #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #caine x reader

[accio-victuuri]

MIDWEEK TREATS FOR TURTLES 💛

as the title says, for cpn loving turtles only. those who have high tolerance for sugar. don’t take it seriously. these are all coincidences and the universe playing with us, so have fun!

before anything else, happy 5 years to this! 🎉🎉

• There has been some talk about how WYB was fiddling with his jacket during the BTF press conference. If it meant he was A.) just fixing his clothes and we should stop overthinking B. ) trying to hide the necklace or C. ) he was drawing people’s attention to it / showing off. Well whatever it is, i’m just happy that he is wearing it. It’s not the main indicator of a “relationship” and shouldn’t be given too much attention, unless it attracts the wrong kind of attention. As a CPF, just appreciate it and smile. There is really no need to try and prove anything to anyone. We know what it means, those who don’t get it — let them be. I’m happy that he gets to keep this to himself 🫶 The puppy and his diamond encrusted bone! I mean it’s Yibo, what do you expect?

( please evaluate. i’m jealous of the bone necklace cause it’s always with yibo 🥹🥹🥹 )

• I didn’t know this but another numerology coincidence, patient #5 stayed in Room #18 in the ADLAD play. Lol. 18 = Yi Bo

• Fake rumor from here ( this is not LRLG or BX fake rumor house ) I like this one cause it features them both.

- starts with XZ talking to staff and someone saying he should sleep early, but ZZ says he can’t cause WYB is still driving ( going to where zz is i’m guessing ) 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- XZ and his team preparing to eat hotpot and ZZ said he already asked what wyb wants to eat. One of his staff was asking if zz needs help and he said no cause wyb’s team ordered it all. ( wyb really loves to spoil him with food )

and this exchange that looks and reads like a fanfic but since we know that what say to each other in real life is so much worse ( based on bts and interviews ) — then this is pretty tame. lol.

they are eating :

XZ: I want less ( food )

WYB : Don’t say that

XZ : Pretend to be angry

WYB: Love you

XZ: Are you mad at me?

WYB: Love you love you

can someone please slap them both? they are so sweet. XZ really be acting coquettish for yibo only. With everyone else, he is practical and super polite.

• People noticed among the flowers sent to the venue of ADLAD Shenzhen was an arrangement from Youku ( platform ). ZZ doesn’t have any drama or projects airing there recently so why would they send it? You may say that it’s professional courtesy but clowns like us would like to think of who Youku’s VIP spokesperson is. WYB is perfectly capable of sending his own, but it’s 👀 that a streaming platform that he’s not working closely with has sent flowers.

• This exchange between fans under a video of WYB. Someone commented and asked what OP was wearing and if it was something “sexy” cause yibo’s eyes are on him. Then OP answered, XZ’s husband ( wyb ) was looking because she was holding their children ( dolls ) lol

WYB could be looking at her for a different reason and we know how he goes Hengdian Hawkeye with the lenses and you will get photos of him looking straight at you. However my point is, the part about the dolls. Whether you like them or not, you have to atleast agree that it is something that will catch yibo’s attention. Especially if he sees particular ones in various events. Remember he saw some during HB, even held a BJD doll, so he knows that fans ( mostly cpf ) are bringing it. Add TaoTao’s post with his own Yibo doll. So I feel so somft that the “bringing dolls at events” ( and dolls as a show of support ) is now accepted. Yibo looks okay with it, i wanna say, he’s even amused. You can fight me on this but there is just no way that he doesn’t know that the paired dolls are not him and zz. especially zanbi in his bunny costume with that smile and a mole under his lips.

My dream is for him to hold a wyb doll dressed as Lei Yu. but he has to be careful too incase certain people get offended. So yeah. 🤡

and is anyone else thinking about how people from the media comment about yibo’s looks? like they can’t believe he is that handsome in real life. this is coming from people who should be used to seeing celebrities, but the way they describe yibo is next level. reminds me of XZ who called him Venus. He is right. The artist knows what true beauty is. It’s WYB. this is why no one can compare. To XZ, the question has already been answered, WYB is Venus. ( this is my favorite cpn, which is not really a cpn cause it’s a fact. XZ said it. lol )

• We might have a same city incidence this week! If it’s true that XZ will attend Gucci’s Cosmos exhibit in Shanghai ( opening 4/28 ). So if he does and WYB is in SH for BTF’s premiere / roadshow — well ☺️☺️☺️

- END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #this is for you who is already tired from work or school — hope this distracts you or cheers you up!

[overstuffednpadded]

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+18 CONTENT AHEAD!!!! IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT INTERACT!!!!! DONT LIKE, DONT FOLLOW, DONT REBLOG!!!! GO AWAY!!!!

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Put your age in your bio or I block. Nothing personal, I'm here to have fun, not to worry about whether or not I'm going to get arrested

Proper Introduction Time!

As far as anyone is concerned my name is WhatsItToYa. Not for secrecy reasons I just dont care what you call me. I'll probably answer to j*ck*ss😂

Btw I use emojis a lot😜

I talk about diapers a lot. Like A LOT a lot. I swear Im into other stuff (see list below) it's just that they tend to overrule everything else. Every kink/fetish I have I will probably be paired with diapers at some point.

I'm not really into torture or things like hypnosis (no shame if you are). I prefer soft, cute and consensual😊 I like it when they're embarrassed but not in pain, ya feel me? I'm a very vanilla fetish account😂

Asks are always open for requests or if you wanna talk about horny stuff! Just remember this is an +18 blog! MINORS DNI! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD GO THE FUCK AWAY!

✅✅✅:

ABDL/Diapers

Consentual Dom/Sub Stuff

Sexual Ageplay***

Messing

Omo

Desperation

Bellies/Stuffing

Upset tummies

Cute guys/nb babes being cute❤

Farting (mild, mostly in diapers)

Burping

Bloated bellies

M/Nbpreg

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Underage/Non-Canon Aged Up Characters (Underage people goes without saying)

Morbid anything, any fetish/kink content that ends in death

Vomit (no in a kink/fetish context, but yes in a whump context)

Extreme scat

Consuming bodily fluids and/or excrement

IRL c*m, j*zz, s*men, none of that. I'll talk about it but im not rbing a single post with it (even writing the word kinda grosses me out)

🖕🖕🖕:

Pedos

Zoophiles

Racists

Terfs

☆ I have my DMs turned off because I'm not comfortable communicating over the internet unless I have already met you irl

***I just wanted to state that I've recently come to understand that this might bother some people, and I totally get why. If you're uncomfortable with any my content, please feel free to block me. I don't want to trigger anyone. But, just in case, I do want to state that all of my writing has always and will always involve consenting adults over the age of 18. And I don't age up characters just for the sake of fulfilling some fantasy. My characters are always aware of and consent to what's going on. They don't age-regress, but I will say that some of them age-play for comfort as well as sexual purposes. Again, if that's something that makes you uncomfortable please don't engage.

[scarletlotus182]

Okay I said I was gonna post my new Gundam Rankings and since finishing a bunch of stuff I felt like a numbered list wouldn't do the series justice so instead here's a tierlist:

S Tier -Zeta Gundam -Turn A Gundam -Gundam 00 -Gundam 00: A Wakening of the Trailbrazer

A Tier -Gundam Unicorn -Witch from Mercury -Char's Counterattack -Gundam Thunderbolt

B+ Tier -ZZ Gundam

B Tier -Mobile Suit Gundam 0079 -08th MS Team

C Tier -Narrative Gundam

D Tier -Stardust Memory

I was thinking of writing explanations for each placement here but the more I thought about it the more I realized the explanations would get longer the lower I got because it'd just be me complaining about stuff.

So if anyone wants a more detailed explanation then send an ask and I'll go off. Instead, I'd like to say one thing I enjoyed about each series be it a scene, MS Design, song, or whatever. So here goes:

Zeta Gundam- This one just has a lot of favorites for me. Favorite mobile suit, favorite protagonist, favorite unhinged white women

Turn A- This series has, imo, the best episode in the entire franchise with Midnight Sun.

Gundam 00- This might be a hot take? But easily my favorite mobile suit designs on average for the whole series.

A Wakening of the Trailblazer- Two for One babyyy, Setsuna fucking rules so much and not only is he another favorite character of mine now but he might be one of the Gundam Protagonists to resonate with me the most

Unicorn- I've said it before on another post but that scene where Banagher uses the NT-D system to hold the tether on cargo ship and help it escape Earth's atmosphere is one my favorite scenes ever. I think that scene really represents everything that UC Gundam stands for with placing their hope on the next generation.

Witch from Mercury- This series got me into Gundam!!! It's far from perfect but I feel like it's had a very profound effect on my life in the past year. It's also responsible for just making me insane about this series and gunpla in general

Char's Counterattack- The ending to this movie felt like the perfect ending to the original Tomino Trilogy. The Axis Shock was the perfect way to end Amuro and Char's story and I wouldn't have it any other way

Gundam Thunderbolt- Literally some of the most insane visuals and soundtrack I think I've seen in an anime. Also, uh, Bianca Carlyle

ZZ Gundam- We got so many iconic and cunty looks from Haman in this one. Also, Haman, literally the best character in the series.

Mobile Suit Gundam '79- The place where it all start babyyyyy, it's so fucking iconic and influential. Don't let me placing in this B Tier confuse you or give the impression I think it's bad. Original Gundam is amazing and anyone who's seriously getting into the franchise should come around to watch this one, be it the series or the compilation movies.

08th MS Team- I think this one has one of my favorite endings for a gundam tv series. Both the Ep 11 ending and the entirety of Ep 12 as an epilogue. It was fitting, uplifting, and had the right amount of mystique and weird newtype shit going on for a UC series.

Narrative Gundam- The chase scene between Jona and the Phenex is one of the sickest action scenes ever. It's so fucking intense and you can feel Jona's body and MS being crushed under the g forces trying to keep up with the Phenex.

Stardust Memory- As much as I bitch about '83, I do think the animation is *very* good. Something about 90s animation really just hits different.

#scarlet.txt #Gundam #mobile suit gundam

[randy-jade-4ever]

[ADMIN MESSAGE: CONVERSATION BETWEEN CALLUM AND ???????????????????????????????? RECORDED on XX/XX/XXXX PLAYBACK INITIATED] [Somewhat Long Read ahead] [Part 1/2 Cause I typed too much whoops]

Mmm... Omelette. Never could go wrong with one of those! Falsey managed to make a pretty good one.

Oh right, Callum. Gotta find 'em or whatever.

Hmm... I think I haven't checked... this specific black void. Let's head there!

(Meanwhile...)

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Sup.

Ioo lfykgses? Kqu'gp lqvucyyp!

Yup. If I were like a robot bunny I think this is where I say "I always come back!"

Y-Wsln?

Nothing~ Let's cut to the chase though. Do you want to return to Dialtown or not? I'm God y'know and could easily bring you back ez.

K awcymfy ezfp cn Lyizamzfm fjae T xa poe hcej tz cyfwry. Yif gvpy saw czffp fidfupg mp.

So... you're just fine staying here, forever?

Kind of boring if you ask me.

Yhj oiqu ie xufvec tz uv's "mzlupg" zc hav. I lx waptpyn ikts ebuu. 

Well, I mean I've been around since the beginning of creation and all that. I just thought that... wouldn't it get lonely?

I'm sure that she would appreciate seeing you too. Plus you got your memories unlike the other Callum so....

K setfx teqfmq.

And why's that?

....K dzy'n icne ei dgpwlwq vhp zntgr xp. Gk gxtdnqpcp hue drzfatv oy ms m jurp mftiyr ir eotywufeynye. Kt hzoxf bp copg tz huxm iy wcwg I hlm metflfxa Clwfgo Cczqz gvpy cr vhle'm fgcsycoclwj qtq I lx.

And these coincidences were....?

Tayoux Xawphfknp Uupg. Fzc u ijiwp hay tstm updtgcpwaw sue depy auxey thfgndp uyquyem ah aqqyovizy zdqm tyxuxiofuxu fzc ggnttafq fajd. Bq'u plcnueuwllxa cwzmq vo l nydvaty... maoezyy mu wpwf. Ya mpxidked... zl dctspl, Oclwfg'e oexzlugs hplq frlhh fq ie. Di ywcs di fjae ppqptflfxa pcpnfa mfnb mnl esy rqrrznfgn xpgatipd qqte ty Lmpdlw. Uzf tsph tg kpan sgteths gvpy gate lqzqettzh gpttw cf nelo na jix rfuvcsths que zz dgawtnk vo pgyz eoyeuup mp. Hbueh wpup vo hsuf aof vhay nzh. C mo stxjxa a mjjdqdfnn ah czthokdpywqu.

Damn... that's rough man.

K ax yif c ppcmap rlebqt a assekclw lqrrpdyzvaetiz qf Nlfxwm Nciip's xpgatipd. C pqn'e suhg a dzox qr lysfjiyr ir vhle uoeoco. C fjofrbf... oajmy uh I hplq vo lde cwedecaps wteq Tayoux, K'd qpyx uoxpntknr mof kn esy qpd T hue lude lqoiyoyp qf szq xqnpws U yad lzfgr... stm pgaes.

Say... is this he that Milton guy? I kind of remember him.

Aed! Riaf omdydxaetiz uktwfe oy otpupe qccqpd!

Rad. So I'm guessinggggg that he's the reason you got drawn to Randy by accident. You were pretty close from what I heard.

Vhle ce yhle C ngltppq aed...

Cool- Wait, were you guys like ROOMATES???

Kn l huk, aed.

Oh I get it now then. You liked him didn't you

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Next Part

#????? asks #btw if you want to translate this use the keyword callum and a vigenere cipher

[kadavernagh]

Spirit & Bone || Coyote Exorcism

TIMING: Same time as Fury & Flesh LOCATION: Regan’s cabin  CHARACTERS: Regan, Lil, Leah, Ari, and Nicole SUMMARY: A group has organized to free Regan from her coyote problem. But the coyote won’t go easy, and has some tricks up its sleeve -- or really Regan’s. Will the coyote meet its match in an exorcism, especially if it’s an ACME brand one?  CONTENT WARNINGS: Animal cruelty (mentioned/implied)

The coyote was restless. Regan didn’t know why, and it offered no explanation. Sometimes it just had a feeling. It sensed things no banshee, let alone human, could ever dream of. The scent of sweat on the skin of nearby hikers, creeping too close to the cabin. Or the sound of a hawk crushing a songbird in its claws half a mile away. Today it felt threatened, caged. And it hated feeling caged. It was desperate enough for some of its nerves to sink themselves into Regan, latching to her skin. She couldn’t shake it off any better than the coyote.

Something was going to happen. But perhaps it was the fruits of their labors, rather than anything to fear. For once, she was relieved she had already asked Emilio to patrol nearby. This was the most delicate part of the ceremony they were to do – the laying of the last bones on the mound of death they had been building for months. If they were interrupted, the whole thing was sure to unravel, decomposing to nothingness before the coyote’s hollow eyes. That couldn’t happen. This was its only path to a peaceful rest. Most of the bones in her vast collection were in place, now. She had shuffled back from the mound to the cabin, collecting the remaining skunk and raccoon bones in her arms.

Something… there was something. The coyote seemed to freeze, a deep chill emanating out from the bag its skull was swaddled in. Regan delicately set down the bones and scooped the bag up in their stead, holding it close. What did it sense? What was it? 

Regan’s head turned sharply toward the door, eyes narrowed and a scream simmering in her lungs. Someone is there. Multiple someones. Its thoughts were like chattering teeth in her head. “I know.” Regan replied. We will deal with them. “I know.” She repeated, this time with finality.

Lilian had been quiet most of the time going to the cabin that they were approaching, her eyes focused on the road ahead. She was tired, dead tired from the ghosts and exorcisms that seemed to follow her around these days clinging to her. Her usual up-beat nature was tampered down knowing that this event wasn’t going to be easy. She didn’t know all the moving parts, but in fairness she rarely asked questions about the details of things. Simply, there were things that were easier not to know. Exorcists were called to be focused on a goal, not wondering about the contents of a soul. Not wondering what the coyotes wanted, even if she felt something sour about it in her mouth. 

Nodding to the others softly Lil said in a low voice, “ Is this the cabin? If so - she’s probably going to go after me first if the ghost realizes what I am. If you can get her in a chair I can draw a circle quickly. It won’t be able to get out of it then, and probably won’t be able to jump. Are we ready? ” She hoped at least. From what she was told, this seemed to be a spirit not a demon, but - well it was worth a shot at least. Her left hand curled around the chalk in her palm while her right held her dagger hoping not to use it. 

Leah could not wrap her mind around all the ways what they were about to do could go wrong, and she hated the feeling.  She had the privilege and the resources to always have a plan in a situation like this.  Or-, multiple plans, really.  Plan A, and plan B, and even plans C-ZZ when all the previous ones went wrong.  She could research, meticulously and with finality, all the ways that situations had gone wrong before, and all the ways to avoid those wrongs before they happened.  

But there was nothing concrete about this, at least not in the limited Ramirez scribary.

It wasn’t unheard of for new situations to arise, of course, but it was the first time in this life at least that Leah had to deal with it.  She gripped Nicole’s hand in hers tightly, uncomfortable with the feeling.  Regan was going to be angry.  She would have been angry being surprised like this anyway, but the possession made that anger entirely too unpredictable.  She hoped the real Regan would fight through whatever was tainting her mind, but couldn’t imagine how hard that must be.  She looked over at Lil with a nod at her question, and then back at the familiar door. “We’ll do our best.  I don’t have much to offer in strength but I can try to back her into a corner via temperature.  What are you thinking?”, she asked, turning to Ari.  Ari, who she hadn’t seen since their memorial for Alcher.  She had to remember to invite that girl over for dinner or something, lest all their interactions be through traumatic events involving mutual loved ones.  The thought made her look to Nicole again, letting out a breath.  “Maybe I can distract her somehow… maybe you two can each take a side.”

When Nicole and Leah had asked her to come along to help with some ritual, Ari hadn’t thought much of it. When it came to helping people, she rarely did. Just yes and action and that was that. The details hadn’t fully registered given the hazy state she existed in most of the time these days, but in the moment, she knew she’d know what to do. When it came to a fight, her instincts were pretty sharp. Being a predator with years of training had its perks or something. During the walk, the wolf hadn’t been paying all that much attention or she would have noticed the route seemed familiar. 

Once they were at the door of the cabin it clicked and Ari had to swallow back the panic that was rising in her. Why were they at Regan’s cabin? Maybe she really should have asked some questions, but if they were here to help Regan, it was probably fine. She was sure it wouldn’t count as repaying her debt to the banshee. Or maybe it would. She couldn’t really say. The cabin felt just as cold and sterile as it had the last time she was here. Death and wood being the primary smell. Leah’s voice pulled her out of her head. “This is Regan’s cabin,” she said, slowly, “Are we here to help her?” 

Nicole had no stakes in this situation. She didn’t even know the woman about to be exorcised. But her conscience wouldn't have allowed her to sleep at night if these women risked their lives for nothing. She had to be there to make sure Leah's bones remained intact, that Lil didn't exert herself like she almost did banishing the termites, or that Ari didn’t attempt anything reckless. Alright, she had stakes but they were different. If they needed an exit plan, she wouldn't hesitate to make it happen. No ifs or buts.

Nicole didn’t know this woman, but a beast's spirit inhabiting your body was not something she wished on anyone, even if the circumstances weren't quite the same. “Just give me enough time to leave to circle” she glanced at Lil. They had been an unconventional team against the ghost termites, but an effective one. She trusted her to get it right. And it shouldn’t be a problem for her and Ari to muscle the woman into a chair as long as she didn’t have reinforcements inside. Like those awful coyotes they fought in her garden. “We can try that” She gave Leah a curt nod, but squeezed her hand in reassurance.

Planning and executing were two different things though, especially under pressure. And so, standing right outside the cabin, ready to open the door, Nicole hoped for the best but prepared for the worst. Ariana’s question registered in her brain right as she pushed the door open. She did a double take. Wait. Did they not tell her the name? “Yeah… Why’s that—” her words died in her throat once she peered inside the slight opening, shivers running down her spine as the scent of decay flooded her lungs.

She would not get the door. It wasn’t even locked, anyway – she had only meant to stop in for the rest of the bones. Bounding over to do so wouldn’t stymie anyone with steely determination. And Regan had a feeling this was no lost hiker. She could hear them. Voices outside. Multiple, familiar, but she couldn’t place them. So she froze, letting the coldness of the bones in her arms fill her as she stared at the door knowing it would move at any moment. Her wings flicked against her back, the only anxious betrayal of her composure. The skull commanded her to be prepared. A scream whipped up like a storm inside of her lungs, and Regan held it in her chest. Movement. The door getting nudged. 

Leah. The scream seared her intercostals, wanting to be belted squarely at the librarian. There were others, too – Lil, that child Ariana, someone Regan didn’t know – but none of them enraged her quite as much. Leah’s presence said enough. She knew what this was about. “One chance,” Regan said, the edges of the scream leaking into her voice, “You all have one chance to leave.” One of the skunk bones – a darling scapula – shattered in her hands in response to the vibration. She gave the remaining bones a loving clench and then sat them down, opting to keep the more valuable skull in her bag. It would be safe there. It would always be safe with her. “Do you understand? We will do the same to your bones.”

It was already happening so fast.  Ari’s question (which Leah was glad Nicole answered), the door swinging open, and …Regan.  Still somehow both fully herself and less herself than Leah had last seen her.  She adjusted the bag on her shoulder, filled with things for the ritual and anything else they might need.  Candles, sage, a bag of salt, tears… She hoped they wouldn’t need the tears.  Then, there was the threat, and the tell-tale sign that Regan was about to scream.   Her voice echoed around them, more ominous than the threat could ever have been.  Bones shattered in Regan’s hands, and it was almost a wonder that her own bones weren’t already cracking inside her.  With a swallow, she looked hard into Regan’s eyes. She’d heard what she thought was Regan screaming plenty of times before, but from a distance.  She knew the power her scream had.  But they couldn’t leave.  They couldn’t let Regan destroy herself anymore.

She needed to get her attention; she needed to find some way to get her to listen.  She didn’t listen back at the apartment or on the internet, and she didn’t seem primed to listen now.  So Leah had to try something different.  “Regan”, she said, both in greeting an acknowledgement.  Her nerves got the best of her, and in the blink of an eye, she flashed to her flame state and then back in an instant.  Her fire hadn’t been working properly in months, but she tried to see the silver lining of it all- maybe this would serve as a good enough distraction to Regan for the time being.  With adrenaline rushing, people’s senses went into overdrive.  Maybe the shock of seeing a friend on fire would do enough of the trick.

“I can’t even begin to imagine how scary this must be for you.  None of us can.  But there is something inside you that doesn’t belong there, Regan.  It’s not there to help you, it’s using you.  And when it’s done with you, I’m worried it will leave you with nothing left.” Regan was threatening people she loved and there was no longer a doubt in Leah’s mind that she would follow through with it.  “We first met because you needed help, Regan.  In an absolutely wild situation, you needed help.  And I came, because there are things I know about this town that are just unexplainable to most people.  And we can help you now, okay? But we can’t help you if you don’t let us.”  She took a deep breath, glancing at the women around her.  ‘If there was ever any ounce of trust you had in me that I could help you with something like this… if there was ever an inch of doubt about what’s been going on with you… then I need you to promise.  Promise me you won’t scream while we’re here.”

Leah. She did something. For a second, just a second, Regan stared at where her friend stood as her slow heart raced. There had been fire. Leah, somehow, looked as if – but that was impossible. So why did her heart sprint at the impossible? The coyote was unimpressed. But an old memory dislodged itself – Augusta’s Office of Medical Examiner going up in smoke, the flames licking at the entrance of the autopsy suite, the half-finished autopsy shielded behind her. Regan squinted at Leah, seeing if she could summon back the fire with her mind for long enough to be convinced to run. But there was nothing. Only Leah. Leah and her pleading words.

“You don’t know anything,” Regan hissed, a lightbulb popping behind her. “I gave you a –” Warning. But Leah wasn’t done. And while the coyote was tugging at her, calling on her to act, something was stopping her. But not for long. The coyote’s urgency doubled at Leah’s words, enraged that it had been detected and spoken of in such a manner. What could they do? Nothing. It wouldn’t allow it. Regan wrapped her arms around her chest, no longer confident she could contain the scream even if she wanted to. And she didn’t. Right? She didn’t. The coyote confirmed it.

This was it. She would not give up her scream. The coyote knew her for the servant and weapon that she was. And while the scream wasn’t their only asset – there were still the shadows –  it was the only one capable of causing true, physical harm. It sensed Regan’s hesitation. Only a flicker of it, but enough for the coyote to grow concerned by her cowardice. You’re better than this, it reminded her, its voice like chattering teeth in her head. It was afraid, Regan realized, too slowly and too late. Think of your training. The social tethers choked out of you. These humans don’t matter. What matters is finishing the work. 

They were intruders, interlopers. The small amount of warmth Regan felt at seeing familiar faces, the tiny gap of doubt Leah had been needling at, was wrung out of her. They might as well have been strangers. Humans interfering with things beyond their ken. The coyote pushed harder. They were an active threat. Regan’s gaze darkened as she looked at the humans. It was time to listen to the storm inside of her lungs. She released it; the scream poured out of her and filled the cabin, cracking the “crack-proof” windows and shooting small shards of glass everywhere. She barely noticed it against her own skin. Was it enough? Regan looked at the huddled forms before her. More, the coyote demanded. She pushed her lungs further, deeper, and the scream continued until finally, she was breathless. 

Regan panted, trying to see what state the threat was in. The coyote didn’t want her to. It wanted her to take the bones and run. She turned to the table and reclaimed her skunk and raccoon bones, making a beeline for the door. But as she darted by one of the humans, she slowed. Go. She stopped. Go. The coyote howled and thrashed and pushed. Regan grabbed onto the door frame, and looked toward the human she’d screamed at. Leah. The name entered her thoughts for just long enough that she could latch onto it with her fingertips. She was hurt. Of course. Because – Regan choked, a lump lodging itself in her throat. Go now. Regan slowly shook her head no.

Leah had said I need you to promise… the lump in Regan’s throat grew, and the bones fell from her hands. “I–” The brief attempt to speak came out a screech. The coyote could deny her this much. She would not be permitted to answer with a promise. It filled her head with an unearthly howl, and Regan clenched the doorframe harder but didn’t stop looking at Leah. If she tried to speak, it would be a scream. So she wouldn’t. Once more, slowly, Regan nodded – this time a yes, I promise.

Things were happening fast, questions and answers coming out quicker then Lilian knew how to really address them. Still she had nodded lightly to Nicole on making sure she got out of the circle in time. She wouldn’t put the other in that situation again, if she could help it. It hadn’t occurred to Lil that everyone didn’t know what was going on, but it was getting to the point where they just needed to trust each other and do it. 

Before Lil could say anything there was horrible noise, causing her to buckle under the sound her hands automatically putting her hands over her ears for a sound she really couldn’t hear . Stumbling backwards she felt the scream more than heard it. It knocked the wind out of her and for a moment she couldn’t think.

After a moment though, she saw Leah go up and try to talk to Regan and Lil wanted to warn her to get back. Whatever this was wasn’t good. Without a thought Lil held onto her knife harder as she tried to get closer to the Librarian. She wanted to distract the ghost, get it angry at her and not attacking the other, but Lil wasn’t sure if she could do so and not get the noise to come back. Shaking she decided to go closer. 

“Regan - the spirit in Regan. I know something awful happened to you, and I’m going to help you,” Lil said calmly, one of her hands behind her back gesturing at the other two to come closer. Hoping that they would know that they might need to pull Regan back into the cabin. “Do you want to move on? You’re making a mound in the woods, why? Are you trying for a proper burial? Did you want a proper right of departure?” Lil was babbling slightly trying more gently to get the ghost to focus on her and away from Leah. It wasn’t the approach she normally took, but maybe it would be worth it. “Is that why you have all of these bones?” 

No matter how many times Leah read about a Banshee scream… no matter how many times she imagined what it might sound like in person, hearing it was 1,000 times worse than she imagined it.  Even with the earplugs she had them all put in as they were walking toward the cabin, it was all encompassing, and despite it lasting for less than a minute, it felt never ending.  She doubled over, her hands clasping at her ears in a desperate yet futile attempt at protection.  Where was Nicole?  Where were the others?  When it was about halfway done, she felt a tell-tale snap in her chest.  She let out an involuntary scream of pain, but it was indistinguishable over Regan.  

She was sure it was going to kill them.  But somehow, there was an end.  At least, she thought it was over.  Her eyes were ringing- an awful, high pitched sound that seemed to rush through her head like a train.  A hand came down to grip her chest, confirming that yes, her rib did crack during the scream.  She groaned, barely hearing herself as her ears tried to come back to Earth.  She could not stand up, at least not swiftly, but she lifted her head to find Regan.  

They locked eyes, and there was a glimpse of her old friend again.  Tears started to fill her eyes, and then Regan nodded.  It was all Leah needed to spring everything into action.  

“She’s ready.  She won’t do it again”, she yelled out. She wasn’t even sure if anyone could hear her. A swarm of relief was swelling in her chest, and she hoped it wasn't misplaced delusion from the broken rib.  “Grab her. We need to start the ritual now.”

Leah warned them. They tried to prepare in case of a scream. But Nicole soon realized there was no preparation effective enough for a banshee’s scream. She had nothing to compare it with. She shrunk, arms going up to cover both ears and head, but it wasn’t only that. The waves vibrated against her clothes, it made her blood pump faster. Glass shattered everywhere. The logs creaked dangerously. Had Regan kept going, she was certain the cabin would’ve buried them all. There was no silence when she finally stopped screaming, only a high pitched ringing and the stupor preventing her from going back into action.

Heart in her throat, she reached for Leah, who took the hit the hardest. It was exactly the type of situation she wanted to stop. Was she hurt? Mission was over if she was. Regan could exorcise herself for all she cared. Leah, being Leah, was already commanding them to do something. But her words didn’t register clearly. It was hard to overcome the ringing in her ears. Or feel like she was back in her body again. With the few words she caught, and the pointed looks, she understood the message. Lil needed them to restrain the woman. Leah thought the woman was ready to be restrained. She glanced at Ari, wondering if she’d join her, before she yanked Regan by the arm, gentleness forgone. She’d throw her over her shoulders if she put any more resistance. Yes, she wasn't easy to handle, but she was easy to overpower. She kicked the first chair she could find to face them, forcing Regan down, and looked back for instructions.

The panic that had begun to rise in her was only exacerbated by the vibrations the scream sent pulsing through her body. Ari was still frozen in place outside the cabin, hands somehow managing to find her ears as glass fell over her like a harsh rain. The knicks in her skin were nothing compared to the ache it sent through her body and the ring in her ears, but even that couldn’t cut through the worry. She should have been paying more attention, her being here wasn’t good for anyone, but it was already too late. 

Do you think I’d let you down?

Maybe not intentionally. 

Words that hadn’t even been technically spoken played in her head over the continued dull ring in her ears. Ari knew she’d fucked this up just as badly as she had with Sammy. She was letting everyone here down. She was letting Kaden down and it made her stomach turn, but heavy feet followed behind Nicole as if on autopilot. Regan made a promise of some sort so it had to be okay now. It had to be. There was no way shit like this could just keep happening. Whatever ritual they were here to perform was happening now and she had to make sure Leah and Lil weren’t hurt. “Right, yeah, ready,” she responded, but her voice remained hollow as she followed behind the others.

Lilian tried to move quickly, knowing that time was probably not on any of their sides, but she still winced as she tried to right herself. She was used to heavy bones, but she wasn’t sure the last time she felt this shaken by something. She felt a little more human and fragile then she really wanted to at the moment. She almost waited to hear the responses from Regan - the spirits in here more accurately, but she wasn’t sure how much she could reason with a ghost anyway. Either they would let her do this, or they would fight. Either way she was going to get them out of Regan. 

So when Nicole grabbed Regan, Lil went in behind the two and almost automatically said to put Regan into a chair before seeing that Nicole did it already , “Thanks - Yeah chair is perfect.” Without hesitation Lil moved to draw a circle around Regan, careful not to step into the circle or put down her knife. She didn’t want to threaten the other, but she didn’t want to have her jump either. So she didn’t point the knife at her, but kept it in her hand nonetheless the tip facing her in her hand. 

“Nicole - you need to move a little ” Lil said softly to the other hoping that she could hear her and wanting her not to get the salt on her. She might have asked Ari to move in, but she hadn’t heard the other in a second and she didn’t want to waste time. 

It happened so quickly – a woman’s arms encircling her and tossing her haphazardly into the chair. She attempted to kick. She attempted to scream. But her motions were futile and her scream amounted to nothing more than a pathetic mewl. Regan felt the hard clunk of the chair, the careless way her wings were bent across its back, and the knowledge that the precious cargo inside of her backpack had nearly been damaged.

It was all unforgivable. But she would not allow herself to feel anything else. 

Regan eyed the knife, then looked at Lil. “Iron? Doesn’t look as sharp as the cold iron daggers I’m used to. Unimpressive.” She gazed past Lil, scanning Leah, Ari, and the Other. “What is this about? Clearly there’s been some mistake. I mean, you think you’re talking to a spirit? Breaking in? Forcing me into a chair? You do not deserve answers. I do.” Regan wasn’t sure what to believe. The word believe was hardly in her vocabulary. But this, whatever it was, was insulting on all levels, and the coyote wanted to tear itself out of its bony confines. It was afraid. More than that, it still sensed something – and it was more than just what was occurring here. There was another threat. Regan adjusted herself on the chair in the small amount of wiggle room she was afforded. Her wings flicked with agitation, and she carefully positioned her backpack so as not to damage what she was meant to protect.

The skull. It was all about the skull, everything was about the skull, she had to protect–

Scream.

Regan’s chest heaved, and she opened her mouth, attempting to summon even a wisp of what she had before, but her lungs were failing her. Sweat dripped from her temples as she choked out nothing but an unbecoming yelp. Scream. Now. “I’m trying,” Regan growled, immediately regretting the display of irritability. The promise would not allow it. But the coyote wasn’t one to give up. Not in its first lifetime, and not in any of the following ones. Certainly not in death. 

The coyotes came, all twelve, and they had never looked so low and so mean. They appeared by the chair, trying to force space between the skull and their assailants. Foamy spittle sprayed across the wooden floor, and stiff hairs bristled along their backs. Regan knew what they probably didn’t: the coyotes would only buy time. They couldn’t kill. She needed to think. And perhaps, even more than her connection to death, that was why the skull had chosen her. She would not fail it.

The pain in Leah’s side would not dull out.  Instead, it sparked with every subtle movement, and flashed with every breath.  The nod was barely a breath of a promise, but it was apparently enough to keep any more screams at bay.  She winced at the sight of Regan being thrown around, cognizant of the vials of tears still tucked safely in her bag should they end up needing them.  “You’re severely underestimating my intelligence- and our friendship, for that matter, if you expect me to believe there’s not a coyote spirit hijacking your own right now”, she groaned out, pushing against her legs to help herself finally stand up fully.  “I will answer any questions you might have when we’re done, but it’s been pretty clear to me that up until now you didn’t want to talk.  Have you changed your mind?  Are you ready to talk, Regan?”

She was about to warn the others to be careful with Regan because of how uncomfortable she looked as they were working to tie her up, but something about how the banshee was moving caught Leah’s eyes.  She wasn’t adjusting herself because she was uncomfortable, she realized.  No, she was adjusting herself because she was trying not to harm whatever was in her bag.  

The only thing that might be important enough was the very skull they were here to destroy.

Leah’s mind was racing, and Regan seemingly responded out loud to someone who wasn’t there.  It was an unneeded confirmation that there was something else going on here.  She didn’t have too much time to think about it though, because she was suddenly thrown back off her feet.  She had never seen anything like the twelve seething wisps of coyotes that filled the room before them, and it filled her with such a wave of dread and incompetence that she wasn’t prepared for. The descriptions from Nicole and Kaden about them had been apt, but it wasn’t comforting in the slightest. This was why she was worried about this ritual and exorcism and ritual.  She had pulled pieces of similar situations when preparing for this ritual.  She had no idea what they were up against, and so she had no idea if  their methods were going to work.  

Lil raised her eyebrow slightly at the comment about the knife still trying to concentrate on preparing for the ritual, and not putting  Nicole near the salt. She wasn’t quite sure what would happen, but she didn’t want her to be hurt. “Not sure what you mean by that, but trust me it’ll do what it needs to do.” After all, she didn’t need it to be sharp. 

Before she could do anything else she saw the ghosts like a howl. Like before, they seemed to be coyotes and at one point Lil thought they were. They weren’t something from beyond trapped here, and there was something like a twinge of sadness to see them. Lil couldn’t tell how they died by looking at them, whoever had killed the Coyote was careful, but the spirits didn’t seem right either with too many of them working together. Cursing under her breath Lil pointed her knife to the ground and got ready to throw some of the salt at the wolves. She could try and banish them, but she wasn’t sure if she’d get up afterwards which would lead to this process to be longer. So she moved between Regan and Nicole to finish the circle scrambling up to get into the circle to replace Nicole and keep Regan in the chair.  “Hey Ari or Leah - come, come help me keep her down. I can’t do the ritual inside here. The ghosts shouldn’t be able to cross. Nicole, if you still got that knife I gave you, now’s a great time to use it.”

The scene around Ari moved in slow motion as she stayed rooted a good distance away. This was the last place she should be and she’d been so absentminded as they made their way there she didn’t realize until it was too late. For a moment, everything sounded muffled though that could have been the effect of the scream. It wasn’t until she heard her name that she made any sort of motion. She shook her head, trying to figure out what was being asked of her. Instinctively, she made a move toward Lil to what was asked. Leah had taken the brunt of the scream and someone needed to help. On the chance that Regan asked something of her, she could fight it, she would accept the consequences. Her own carelessness was what got her here. “Got it,” she said, trying to sound more certain than she actually was. 

Ari approached the chair Regan was seated in from behind and grabbed a hold of the banshee’s shoulders firmly, putting a good deal of her strength into the motion while trying to dodge fluttering wings.  

Lil was scrambling to draw some sort of circle on the cabin floor, and the others seemed to be under the impression that they could hold her down onto the chair. “I owe you nothing,” Regan said, trying to tear away from them, eyes going black as fury filled her. What did they think they were doing? How dare they touch her? How dare they make her coyote feel such terror after lifetimes of suffering? They wouldn’t. They couldn’t. The coyotes would – but something stopped them. Several had bowed down to lunge at the intruders, but it was as if they froze, became objects. A couple of them then pointed their muzzles toward the door, sensing something that Regan couldn’t. What could possibly be more important than this? She asked inwardly, hoping her coyote could supply an answer, and explain that the two of them were not truly threatened.

The only response was a savage growl.

The coyotes vanished in the same manner they had appeared. Seconds. Regan knew she only had seconds to come up with a plan to protect both herself, and the skull, whose judgment seemed to be erring for the first time. And she felt… alone. Why? She had the skull. But it only offered pained howls and furious snarling. No. She was on her own. And because of that, she had even greater responsibility not to fail.

An idea struck her. The invisible strings that Lydia once spoke of – ready to be tugged and plucked when the time came to collect. Regan hissed and squirmed away from Leah’s hands, and looked only at Ariana. Her voice was cold and stony when she spoke, and for a second, right when it hit her ears, she barely recognized it. “It’s time. Stop them by any means necessary.”

When she’d seen the ghost coyotes, her hand itched to reach for the bag of salt she knew was in the pocket of her jacket, but Ari kept her hands firmly on Regan’s shoulder. She refused to look at the banshee or process the shuffled noises around her. Her focus shifted entirely to the feeling of Regan’s shoulder under her hand and how she was cooler than Ari had expected. How each flutter of her wings sent a flap of cold air toward the wolf. It could only do so much though. She felt the sharp iciness of Regan’s eyes on her and she had no choice but to hear the words. Stop them by any means necessary. 

Her heart dropped and everything around her became static. Any means necessary. Ari had to believe Regan didn’t truly know how dangerous an ask that was. “Regan,” she said through a strained voice, “You don’t want to do that. I won’t be able to stop myself from hurting you either.” But her bones ached under her skin, demanding her to move, to do something. She took a few slow steps back to put some distance between herself and the others. A sheen of sweat was already coating her skin as she fought what the promise demanded of her. 

Rooted in place, Ari heaved in short breaths that burned. It felt like her body was moving forward without her, ripping her apart in the process. She had to fight it, she couldn’t let the strings of the promise pull her. She wouldn’t hurt anyone here, she couldn’t, but there was only so long she could suppress the side of her that was more wolf-like. Ari knew she didn’t want to hurt them, the wolf only knew it was in pain and needed to bite back. The claws came out first, against her will and she still resisted. The searing pain in her now more paw like hands only grew the longer she tried to keep herself in control of her own form, but it was a wasted effort. 

Fur sprouted along her body as her body contorted and shifted into its lupine shape. Ari could hear the cracking of bones and tearing of clothes before the room no longer became full of her friends, but her next meal. Yellow eyes scanned the room, picking their prey. Drool hung off large jowls as the wolf let out a low growl as it began circling the women in the room, ready to pounce at whoever moved next.

Leah wanted to bark out that the skull must have been her bag.  That Regan was adjusting over it and trying to protect it and its very proximity might have been the thing that was corrupting her mind.  But Regan would have heard, and they needed to be 3 steps ahead of her if they wanted this to work.  Without some sort of mind communication, that meant Leah would have to get the skull from behind Regan herself.  She was glad that Ari elected to go stand by Regan, because any movements at all, sudden or not, shot sharp pains through her chest.   It was enough, anyway, that they had to deal with the coyote ghosts-  Or at least it would have been, if they didn’t seem to get distracted by something and scurry off.

It had to have been the other group that drew their attention, but to Leah, that wasn’t good news.  To save Regan, they needed the other group just as distraction free as they needed themselves.  She didn’t have too much time to dwell on the thought, though, because what was going on in front of her was much more terrifying.

She had not registered that Regan had spoken directly to Ari.  She had barely even registered the cold, calculated voice that came out of her friend.  Instead, all she could focus on was the seething, searing transformation in front of her.  Her breath hitched, and for the first time in the last few minutes, it was not due to the pain in her ribs.  Her mind flashed back to the Alcher wolf, to the two of them tumbling down her stairs as each of them tried to fight for the upper hand.  To lying, broken and bruised at the bottom, sure she was going to die.  She couldn’t breath or think.  Her eyes searched desperately around the room, trying to find an out or a solution or anything that might prove that this could still be a success instead of a jumble of obstacles that were impossible to overcome.

And then her eyes landed on Nicole’s.

Ariana transformed into a monstrous beast, coerced by some sort of banshee power. It was no longer their friend, but a ferocious creature ready to rip them to shreds with no remorse. And Nicole wanted to focus on what a horrendous oversight was to bring the girl along with them, but Leah’s gaze found hers across the room.

Leah was looking at her. The woman who always had one last trick up her sleeve was seeking her help. Which only meant they were truly, undeniably fucking screwed. Her limbs trembled as she held one hand up, but the emotionless tone she used masked her fear perfectly. “Regan” she looked between Lil and Leah. “Focus on her. Do it, quick. Finish the exorcism” she commanded, taking a step forward. “I’ll— I’ll… I—” She’ll what? Nicole felt none of the bold determination the situation required, only the sheer panic wrapping around her ribcage. This was it. How they all died. Her airway constricted as she bore into savage yellow eyes.

There won’t be a second time. A promise Nicole slurred every night for a year as she lay on unfamiliar curbsides, more alcohol than blood in her veins. More animal than human back then. Guilt ridden and angry with herself. A promise often followed by a plea: For fate to take her too, and the universe to show her mercy. Never again she’d turn into the beast that took everything from her. It was her mantra, repeated through clenched teeth and salty tears until it became her essence. What helped her out the quicksands of grief. The spirit had coiled within her plenty of times after that, threatened to take over, but each time she prevailed. Control like a chokehold. Never once let the jaguar win.  

There wouldn’t be a second time, but Lil didn’t deserve this after selflessly offering her help time and time again. No second time, but Ari shouldn’t have to carry the burden of ending three lives. Leah shouldn’t have to be traumatized again by a beast. There wasn't supposed to be a second time except, brown eyes met feral yellow, and the spirit clawed desperate against her ribs, ready to be freed at last.

Nicole thought of her father, of his actions as he faced his reckoning. Giving her the best shot at survival. She stood there, proof of his sacrifice. She had to give them the same chance, whether it took a year, or five or a decade of her life. Her gaze sought Leah, wondering if she'd ever see her again. But if it was the last time she saw her then— fuck, she wanted her image burned into her mind. In the end, all she wanted was to stop being torn apart every time she found something worth living for. She thought she’d be beat down already, numb. Yet the unfairness of life filled her lungs with rage. Her muscles burned. This time, she let it happen. Something bigger was required. Something fiercer. She was something. It was something. She said she'd get them an exit plan. 

There was no exit, but she was the plan.

Flesh tore and bones shifted, but the jaguar ripped through her so fast and so fierce that she barely suffered. It came out bigger, angrier, more threatening than it had at seventeen. No intent on running this time, but set to kill instead. The thundering roar vibrated against the floor, and it was the only warning before the jaguar lunged towards the wolf. Two forces of nature clashed, teeth and claws out to destroy. Humans forgotten as they battled for dominance. The wolf struck first, but the jaguar recovered quickly, claws slicing its upper body. The wood buckled and cracked beneath them, their beastly bodies thrashing about with furious strength, too big to fit through the door frame without damaging it. As a result, it was torn out as the beasts freed themselves from the cabin’s containment. Out in the open, their fight turned into a thrilling chase.

Lil’s jaw stealed as she heard words around her she didn’t quite understand. She was used to being a human in a room full of supernaturals, but sometimes there was a bit of her that  remembered all too well she was a human. One swipe and her life was over in this room, and part of her recognized that she should be scared of that. After all, she was usually calculated with situations she couldn’t handle. She bowed to a demon for Christ's sake knowing that she couldn’t do anything dead. 

Still she promised. Lil promised to get Regan out of this, and she’d already resolved herself to this fate. She hadn’t done so to any one person nor was it a binding promise , but when she said she could do this she meant it. She would do it.  Maybe the noises in the background of people fighting turning more into supernatural creatures might disturb her. Maybe she wanted to go help them and not be stuck in a ritual she couldn’t be taken out of until it was done, but she wouldn’t be a help either. She had to trust that she wasn’t about to get attacked. She had to hope whatever was happening to Ari would dissipate if she did this. She had to trust that Nicole was handling this as she told them to focus on the ritual. 

So with a grip on her knife Lil kneeled down and struck the outside of the circle and said softly to Leah, “I’m probably going to pass out after this. You’re going to want to break the skull when I’m done.” 

With that Lil looked at Regan for a moment resigning herself to a ritual that wasn’t going to be pleasant. Still she said softly with a hint of pity she normally didn’t have for ghosts, to the ghost she was fairly sure was still in Regan, “I am going to give you as proper of a funerary rite as I can. I will try to make sure your bones are buried.” Maybe it was a sympathy that the coyote didn’t deserve after the havoc, but with the bits Lil could put together there was something tragic with the ghost she couldn’t help but want to put to rest. Even if her ears were still ringing, and her bones vibrating, she could at least try to do the right thing. 

With that Lil started the ritual, her voice ringing out clear as she started speaking in Latin, her knife turning hot quickly. 

Regan expected Ariana to simply throw herself in front of her. The presence of a child there would have stopped the others in their tracks. Or perhaps she would leap onto them, limbs flailing like a wild animal as they refused to kick her off, not wanting to risk hurting her. No. That was not what happened. Ariana was shaky when she looked at Regan, her eyes pleading with her to take it back. Moments later, Regan understood why. Where Ariana once stood, then bowed, then writhed, there was a snarling beast. Regan’s mouth dropped open. How– no. That wasn’t – but the skull pushed all thoughts of the impossible away. It doesn’t matter. It managed to snarl as much, even in its nearly blind rage. She knew it was right. The beast was less handsome than her own favorite predatory mammal, but more useful at the moment. It scanned the room as if on a hunt, and Regan got to work trying to wiggle out of the chair, singularly focused and trying to block out the wolf-thing in the room. It didn’t want her right now. But the Other was up to something. The way Leah looked at her. The demands she gave. Regan grit her teeth, trying with renewed effort to get away. The scream she coughed up withered and died before it left her mouth. 

And then there was a second beast, this one a jaguar, and it lunged at the first beast, cartwheeling and clawing toward the front of the cabin. Regan’s stomach hardened like a rock. This was bad. Beyond possible, and incredibly bad. She was failing the skull. She said she would never do that.

That was – Regan couldn’t think of anything else. What else did she have? There were the daggers. So many of them in here, but none within reach. She strained, especially as Lil spoke of the skull. They knew. Leah. Of course. She still couldn’t make sense of what this whole thing was, though. The circles, the Latin, the bags of miscellania brought in. Regan craned her neck at Lil, eyes narrowed. And what Lil said made her run cold. “You’re going to give me what?” She spat, lips bared back. “Funerary rites? Bury my bones? What does that– you’re going to kill me? Is that it? You think you can kill me?” The coyote was still pulled elsewhere. She didn’t understand it. But when she needed its support now, it was nowhere to be found. “It’s not– whatever you think you’re doing, whatever homeopathic nonsense this– Leah thought there was a spirit in me, whatever that means. You have it wrong.” Her bag grazed against the back of the chair, and her heart skipped a beat. The coyote still seemed distracted, in another place. Part of her yearned to mention the skull, that it was the skull, they wanted the skull, she wasn’t goddamn possessed, but then she felt the waves of death coming off of it, and all was forgiven. Lil was already chanting, so Regan tried to catch Leah’s eyes. Something. Maybe she could manage something. It was the pained way Leah held herself, and the sharp breathing that sank in. She had done that. “Leah,” Regan started, an apology on her tongue. But the skull had many times insisted apologies were not given to those who were inferior to you. She swallowed it back. And the coyote, even in its relative absence, had the final say. “You still don’t know anything.”

When Leah had looked to Nicole, she didn’t know what kind of help she expected.  Perhaps a calming gaze or some reassuring words, or even a quick way to solve the new Ariana wolf debacle.  But what came of her pleading was so unexpected that Leah almost couldn’t catch her breath at the sight of it.  Nicole was being ripped apart by the Jaguar inside, and Leah couldn’t take her eyes off the sight as she watched it take over.

They hadn’t had a chance to practice.  They should have taken the time to practice having Nicole try to change in a situation that wasn’t stress induced.  Because that had to be why she changed for so long the first time, right?  Five years gone… and then another several being lost trying to find her way back to who she was.  Leah couldn’t bear five years.  Not when they had only just begun.  But then, this was different from the first time, it had to be.  All those years ago, Nicole was basically still a child.  She hadn’t expected to turn, she hadn’t even tried to.  But Nicole’s eyes had locked on hers before she changed, deliberately and with finality.  She knew what she was doing.  She wanted this, and maybe it was the smartest way to save them.  Leah couldn’t even gather how she felt about Nicole and Ari tumbling out of the cabin, because they had to continue helping Regan.  Because if the exorcism didn’t work, all of this carnage would be for nothing.  It had to work.

It had to work.

She nodded at Lil’s request, eyeing Regan sitting in the chair.  It wouldn’t be easy to get the bag from her, not when she was practically sitting on it.  “Not your bones”, she told Regan, getting closer.  Her steps were slow and cautious, and her hand held her side the entire time she inched forward.  “She’s speaking with the coyote.”  Lil was deep into her ritual now, so it  was practically just her and Regan in the room.  Well, her and Regan and whatever was corrupting Regan’s mind.  Was it dormant?  Did it leave with the ghost coyotes a few moments ago?  Regan was still riddled with anger and confusion, but there was a mere moment where their eyes caught when Leah knew it was the real Regan again.  Her friend’s expression pleaded with her; though whether the pleading was apologetic or desperation for help she couldn’t tell.  But regardless, Leah gave her a shaky nod.  “I do know”, she whispered, her voice barely heard under Lil’s chanting.  She was still inching closer, her eyes traveling between Regan’s and the bag behind her.  “I know this is scary and confusing.  I know none of this seems like it can be possible.”  She hoped to fate that the rope holding her in place was strong enough. Tentatively, she reached out, putting her hand on Regan’s. Regan’s skin was a stark, cold contrast to her own, something she always wondered if Regan ever realized.  Or, was it like so many other things with Regan, that she found it easier to explain the strange away than face it head on.  

Leah assumed Lil was nearing the end of the ritual, because her chants were getting louder and more demanding.  She had to do this now, if ever. “I may not know everything, Regan.  But there’s a hell of a lot I do know.  And I know that skull has to be the cause of all this.” 

By the time she finished speaking, her free hand was already on the bag behind Regan, and she took the opportunity of distraction to yank it out from behind her.  The skull clattered inside the bag, and just as Lil finished her chant, Leah pulled it out and slammed it onto the ground.  For a moment, she stared at it, trying to understand how so much power and corruption can lie dormant in such a small vessel.  They needed to destroy it for good, so that even after Lil’s exorcism, no harm could come from it again.  

So she stared at it, finally letting all the seething anger she held for it over the last few months release.  Her anger for lost friends, for people too blind to see the beauty of what they truly were, and even for all those months Regan lost being a muse to something none of them quite understood.  Just like when she destroyed the tree, she was struck with how a town full of such beauty and wonder could also hold such a dark, sinister underbelly.  It wasn’t going to work.  Her fire hadn’t behaved properly in months.  But somehow, miraculously, she watched in front of her as anger turned to flame, and the skull was finally set ablaze.  

The skull, the skull, the skull. Regan thrashed back, trying to twist away from Leah enough that she couldn’t find purchase on the bag. But she was stuck, and the coyote had abandoned her, and Lil’s chants rose far above the scuffling chair and her failed screams of desperation. All that came was more hacking, and for a moment, it struck Regan how much she had been relying on the scream and the coyote – two things that should have felt utterly alien to her. To anyone. What happened? But Leah’s hands found the bag, and her thoughts were dashed, refocused on the tender bones cocooned in there. “Do not touch it,” Regan growled, twisting more. She couldn’t reach them. Couldn’t reach Leah. Leah’s eyes seemed to say that she couldn’t reach her, either. “You don’t deserve to–” Regan hollered, but it was too late.

The sound of the skull shattering into the floor of her cabin sent tears to her eyes. While it remained mostly intact, parts of the parietals fragmented and flew off. The already-fragile maxillae were ground to mere dust. “Stop!” Regan screeched, but it wasn’t the kind of screech she needed, and Leah’s shoe was firm against the frontal bone and– “Stop! Don’t hurt it! It didn’t do anything wrong, it just–” Leah’s eyes were glued to the skull, her skull, and Regan knew she didn’t have long to plead. “The coyote doesn’t deserve this. It didn’t deserve any of what happened. Please don’t hurt it. It–” But Leah almost seemed to be elsewhere. Regan didn’t understand what was on her face. 

Until she did. The anger was unmistakable. The kind of anger she sometimes wished she could still feel, but it had to be the first to go, the first to sacrifice for her control. Leah’s burned red and hot. It almost smelled like smoke. And then the first of maybe-actual-smoke wafted upward, a gray hair becoming a curling, sizzling tendril, and it smoldered against her nostrils, and the panic inside her screamed where she couldn’t. It was a lifetime ago – the morgue going up in flames, the smell of burning skin and hair, the cough she had for weeks after they yanked her out. And powerless, all she could do was watch the fire engulf what she loved once again, as the chanting rose in a sinister arc and the smoke burned her watery eyes.

Lil didn’t like the commotion around her when she did a ritual, but to be fair it wasn’t as if it was ever a silent endeavor. Usually though, it wasn’t this chaotic. Ghosts rarely wanted to exit a host, especially ones that wanted to finish what they were doing. She wanted to say that she was doing the right thing, that the spirit was distorted, that it needed to move beyond. She wasn’t hurting it - she’d never cause pain to a ghost despite not particularly liking them. Hell, she was pretty sure the person was the one that ended up feeling the pain of the exorcism, not the ghost.  She wanted to say a lot to calm down the two in front of her, but the ritual didn’t allow for deviation. 

Her words rose higher, Lil’s hands gripping the knife as it became warmer and warmer the feeling of temporary power making her bones feel more steady. She tried not to think of the fact it was going to hurt worse when it was done.  Her eyes closed, trying to block out the pleading and the want to assure Regan she wasn’t trying to hurt her. She was trying to tell the Coyote that it was okay. Instead she finally opened her eyes looking at Regan - or past her really for a moment as the words came to an end, “ -Coyote spiritus, tempus est ire. Relinque! Anima tua in pace requiescat. Relinquere Regan et requiescere.”  

For a moment the dagger felt like a warm fire instead of unbearably hot, Lil thinking that if she could see her final words that they would be golden. It was different than normal, and if she could think about it for a moment Lil might have wondered if her will had gotten stronger. She doubted that though. 

She couldn’t see the ghosts, not sure if they were still here but knowing that the rope was snapped between the spirit and Regan.  For a moment it felt still for Lil, even if she could see Regan turning and pleading. Her body felt weightless and strong, like she wasn’t quite here and instead on a different plane. It should have scared her but it felt peaceful for a moment  - until it slammed back into her. Her dagger turned ice cold as she struggled to keep a hold of it. Whatever adrenaline she had left her body as she suddenly felt the scream rattling in her bones again. Folding over for a moment she could smell smoke - and what she could imagine was ash. 

Lil tried to speak, but what came out was more of a rough whisper than anything the shout taking out the bits of her normal voice. “ The - Spirit is at rest. The coyote - I don’t think he’s in pain anymore. - Uh, I don't think I can get up.” She hoped whatever had caused Ari and Nicole to start fighting might ease up now, so one of them would get her back to her car at least. 

The Latin, the smoke stuck inside her nostrils, the sensation that something dear to her was slowly peeling its presence out of the room, out of this world. Regan hadn’t felt so overwhelmed in her confusion since the day her dad died and everything changed. The rope dug into her and she could feel contusions forming from her thrashing against the chair, but what else could she do? The skull was destroyed. Dust. The coyote – she could barely feel it, even its rage. It was a howl turned hiss turned whimper, and it reminded Regan of its past deaths, the desperate animal noises of so many deaths it didn’t deserve. And now it would have another, also underserved, all because she had failed.

Regan tried to scream, her voice rising into a screech as the coyote’s very existence receded to nothing. The room, her head, her duty – it was all so empty. She wasn’t sure at which point she was able to scream again, but it meant this was over, didn’t it? That thought gave her no pleasure, and only fostered more bitterness toward the people who were responsible. The scream changed once again into a sob. One, then another. And the rope was cut, and concern filled the eyes of the traitor. Regan glanced toward the floor at the other one. She didn’t understand what just happened, but it had sapped most of Lil’s energy, clearly. Regan didn’t care. She didn’t. Traitors. 

“Leave.” Regan commanded, not able to wrench her eyes away from the pile of bone ash on the floor. She was sure Leah was hurt. Lil was exhausted. The traitors who couldn’t understand the coyote wasn’t an enemy. She had people to make amends with – Kaden, Emilio, Metzli, Ariana – so many. But right now, all she could think about was the ash, and the silence in her skull. The coyote was gone, somehow vanquished. Another death it did nothing to deserve. And where did this leave her? 

Regan barely noticed as Leah and Lil limped out together. She was no more alone.

[lucivinyl]

alphabets

this is for request purposes, you can request up to 3 character per ask

fluff

A ffection - what is their love language?

B ed - what is it like sleeping with them?

C rush - what are they like pining for you?

D omestic - what is it like living with them?

E asy - instances they find it effortless to love you.

F amily - them meeting your family for the first time.

G entle - how gentle are they with you?

H ug - what are their embraces like?

I n vino veritas - how do they act when they’re drunk?

J okes - how do you cheer them up, and vice versa?

K iss - their favorite place(s) to kiss you, and what those kisses are like.

L ove - first time saying ‘i love you’.

M arriage - what is their view on marriage and how do they propose?

N ickname - what terms of endearments do they have for you?

O cean - what reminds them of you?

P et - what kind of pet would they have?

Q uest - what do they wish to achieve in a relationship?

R eunion - seeing you again after spending a long time apart.

S peed - things you do that make their heart race.

T each - what has being with you taught them?

U niverse - a random au

V alue - how important are you to them?

W ake - what are they like in the morning?

X -ray - how do they confess?

Y ears - how they celebrate your anniversaries.

Z oo - what kind of dates do they take you on?

angst

A rgument - (what it says on the tin)

B etrayal - how they react to you being the villain all along.

C rumble - how would they break down in front of you?

D eath - how do they react to your death?

E ffort - how hard do they try to salvage your sinking relationship?

F raud - accidentally falling for you during a mission to earn your trust.

G uilt - how they react to accidentally hurting you.

H onesty - what kind of things do they lie about?

I llness - when you have an incurable disease.

J ealousy - how well do they handle jealousy?

K ite - when they become emotionally distant.

L imited - how do they spend their last moments with you?

M iss - they miss their chances with you.

N ightmares - dreams that make them wake up trembling.

O ffer - how they apologize after an argument.

P rotection - what would they do if you got hurt trying to protect them?

Q uestion - when do they start questioning your relationship?

R eason - why can’t they be with you?

S ecurity - are they insecure about your relationship?

T ears - how you make them cry, and vice versa.

U nrequited - when their love is not returned.

V ex - bad habits they have.

W ary - how do they deal with your family not trusting them?

X mas - they have to spend the holidays away from you.

Y ell - would they raise their voice at you?

Z zz - when their true love’s kiss doesn’t work.

#rq #elfwrites

[zz-chikorita]

What region would Guzma most want to travel to or has always dreamed of travelling to?

Ok, so there was definitely a point in time when Guzma was infatuated with the idea of the Castelia City night life. He loves the idea of going out to various clubs and bars, the nighttime streets lit up by colorful, flashing lights and bright neon signs. He's also probably a fan of Roxy's music and is very interested in checking out the big city punk scene.

If anyone asked Guzma where he would like to go, the above is probably his go-to answer. But... where does he REALLY wanna go? When he was young, he heard about a place called The Johto National Park. Allegedly, this park is home to a ton of Pokémon and every week (or was it multiple times a week...not the point) trainers come from far and wide to participate in the bug catching competition! Whoever catches the biggest and best bug wins! (Word on the street is first prize could even be a masterball). So yeah, Guzma actually really wants to go to Johto to visit the national park and become king of the bug catchers! win the competition.

#ask zz c #guzma #what with the hcs and such #yes i know you cant get a masterball in the bug catching competition #but we all believed that as kids playing gold silver and crystal #i imagine hearing second hand information about it while living in a totally different region might result in the same sort of rumors #his expectations are probably way off from actual reality but hed still like to go at least once in his life

[comet-samas-blog]

nsfw&sfw alphabet

A ftercare: how would they take care of you, if they do?

B ody part: Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

C um: where do they like to cum? How do they understand they're about to?

D irty talk: do they dirty talk to you? What do they say?

E xperience: are they experienced?

F avourite Position: this goes without saying. Will probably include a visual

G oof: are they goofballs in bed?

H air: are they hairy? Where?

I ntimacy: How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…

J ack off: when do they jack off? How often? What to they do?

K ink: do they have kinks? What do they like?

L ove bites: do they leave love bites on you?

M otivation: what turns them on? Why?

N o: something they would never do to you.

O ral: how do they like it?

P ace: Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.

Q uickie: are they down for quickies? Where?

R isk: Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

S tamina: How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…

T oys: would they use toys? Which ones?

U nderwear: what kind of underwear do they wear?

V olume: are they loud?

W ild Card: Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice

X -ray: let's take a look inside your character's underwear.

Y earning: are they needy?

Z zz: how much time does it take for them to sleep after having sex?

sfw

FLUFF ALPHABET

A rguments: do you fight often? If you do, who's the first to start and the first to apologize?

B abies: how many babies do you two want? A bigger family or a smaller one?

C uddles: how do you cuddle together? Where and usually when?

D ora's random hc: Dora is me. I give you a random Headcanon.

E ffects: the effects of your love on them, how did it change them and why.

F irst date: where do you go? Who asks first? What do you do?

G iggle: what makes you laugh together?

H onesty: is there honesty between you? Would they be a loyal partner?

I ndoor: if you're stuck home, what do you do to spend your time together?

J ealousy: are they jealous? What do they do when they are?

K iss: what kind of kisses are you used to give each other? How many?

L ove letter: a small love letter from the character you choose.

M iss you: what do they do when they miss you? When do they miss you?

N ewborn: how would they behave with their newborn child?

O h no: something they would never do

P resents: what kind of gifts do they give you and why.

Q ualities: which qualities of yours made them fall in love?

R eading: how good they are at reading your emotions and understanding you.

S tand: how does their stand interact with you and what you do together.

T ogether: what do you do together? Something you always share.

U nexpected: something unexpected they would do for you.

V acation: where would they bring you on vacation? Why?

W edding: would they marry you? Where, how?

X (e)xes: how would they deal with your exes.

Y ear: what would they do for an anniversary?

Z zz: how do they like to sleep with you?

[postsofbabel]

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#posts of babel #screenreader unfriendly

[accio-victuuri]

CPN: sweets from our dear bunny laoshi 🧁

what the title says, some things we picked up from the past day or two that made our cpn brain act up. lol. since wyb is basically nowhere to be found, we have zz to the rescue.

same disclaimer applies, for turtles only. if you are not a bxg just skip this one.

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• the meaning of infinite possibilities ♾️ ; ZZ answered this to describe gucci this mfw and tho it is a good answer, we find ourselves wondering why. this concept is not in any press for their mfw line and so we look into something that he was wearing and wore for some time now connected to the brand.

which leads us to this 18k icon necklace. it is not a jewelry that he actively did a campaign for like the gucci link to love series, so we are looking at this as more of a personal choice. of course he still wore this as their global spokesperson and at events but it’s in line with zz’s jewelry aesthetic. he is known to use more dainty ones with small pendants. but the feature that caught our eyes with this necklace is how the “g” was designed, making it look like the infinity sign and the number 8. 8 = bo.

but another interpretation would be connected to yibo-official’s post during yibo’s 8th year anniversary. where they used the 8 and then flipped it to show the infinity sign. the caption on the video itself also has those words written:

For eight years, the stories written with love have been transcribed and engraved on the wheel of light and shadow. One frame at a time, using dreams and courage to cross the unnamed mountains and seas, flying to the ideal sky with the original heart and enthusiasm, and extending the infinite possibilities in the future in 8 years♾️! 📽️ @UNIQ-王一博Happy 8th anniversary of his debut!

the cpn here really is, it adds fuel to the thought that gg wrote the words and made the design for wyb’s anniversary video. the idea was his, doesn’t matter who actually edited the video. his answer here to the interview and his ( alleged ) affinity to the ♾️ in the necklace is because he used that symbolism before. he recognizes it. it’s him as an artist who made the correlation.

for more on the CPN related to that video, @potteresque-ire has created a lovely post explaining it all here.

• In ZZ’s sina fashion interview, he was asked if there is a recent popular trend he wants to try and he answers “veteran cadres”. Look, it’s not even the answer— it’s how he laughs after. like it’s a private joke and well I think it is. This kind of style he is talking about is being old-fashioned/vintage style. and it’s really more of a person who does not care about trends and will wear what he always did.

What comes to mind really is this character from a popular c-drama called The Knockout. A lot of people are watching it and has a high score, so maybe ZZ is watching that and saw it?

but then, what are the chances that the day WYB went back to Beijing for not even a full day on 2/18 he was seen wearing a similar style? BXGs were even clowning him that he had the same style as that character. ZZ’s laugh in the interview gets me, it’s like he is recalling something. Maybe they saw each other on the 18th and he was surprised by WYB’s chosen style. He thought it looked good and wanted to try it. Or he thought the love of his life looked so handsome and he remembered it in this interview. we get the joke xiao zhan! we really do! 👍🏻

i’m so soft thinking that his mind is still on the day they met ( allegedly ) right before he left for his italy trip. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

• same emoji brain cell again for photosets taken abroad. ZZ added a man walking just to change it up, but we see you. 👀

• ZZ is not eating drunken shrimp of course and WYB was eating his as his character Mister Ye. but just look at them. Why did he add that bit in his douyin specifically?

• ZZ was wearing acne studio beanie. I was surprised cause I thought he is gonna be decked out in Gucci from head to toe. I guess not. This brand is one of their favorites 🤍🤍🤍

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #cpn thoughts #all the content comes out just before i have to log to work lol 😂😂😂😂 #so many things to do ~ #when i say bxgs never lose i meant it

[bates--boy]

The date was spectacular. No thrills, no frills, just Peter and Naseem, hand in hand, as they took a stroll on the cobblestone path, through the raining cherry blossom petals that fell all around them. Peter gazed into his lover's face, that easy smile, those long lashes, that creamy skin that Peter wanted to kiss.

They stopped under the largest tree, one that burst with blossoms that made it look like a cloud floating among them. Naseem turned to Peter, taking his other hand, leaning in for a kiss. Peter stood on his toes to meet his lips, and, oh god, this man was the sweetness of mango, the spice of cinnamon, the coolness of sea water and the passion of couples reaching orgasm. Peter would have leaned into the kiss more, would have pressed into Naseem until he could forget himself and they can be just one, one heart, one breath, one burning star, but Naseem pulled away, taking a step back, falling to his knee, and before Peter could collect himself and find himself on steady legs, Naseem pulled a purple velvet box from his pocket. The man gazed up at Peter, already seeing the answer in Peter's eyes, in the way he covered his hands over his mouth, the tears forming in his eyes, but he had to ask.

"Peter -- Peter --"

"Peter... Peter...!"

"Zz-- Hang! Mmgh! What!" Peter pushed himself up on his elbow, wiping the drool on the heel of his hand and further smearing it on his cheek. He gazed around the dark room, blinking the blur and sleep away.

"Peter."

Peter reached for his bedside lamp and switched it on, squinting as the sudden light blinded him. He peered down at the face peeking up from his bedside, with the little blue animal hugged under the tiny, delicate chin. "Caleb? What's..." He yawned and checked his phone. "What's going on? It's one in the morning."

"I'm sorry," Caleb said in that quiet voice of his, muffled further by the toy he held onto for dear life. "I can't sleep."

"Aw, buddy..." Peter pulled the blanket off his legs, scooting to get off the bed. "Do you want me to read you another bedtime story? Want some sleepy time tea? Or--"

"Um..." Caleb mumbled, and Peter forced his eyes to crack open wider so he can stay awake for him. "C-can I... Can I sleep in here with you?"

That woke Peter up, as much as a man still half- lost in the wonderful dream can be. He rubbed his eye. "Caleb, I don't think that's a good idea--"

"Please, Peter." Caleb's bottom lip tremble. "I'm scared."

"Ah..." It was one in the morning, and Peter's mind was still muddled with sleep. What little energy he had was being used for staying awake and talking to Caleb, with too little that could be used to build his resolve. Resolve that melted as Caleb started sniffling.

Scrubbing a hand down his face, Peter climbed back into bed and held up the blanket. "Alright, Caleb, just for tonight."

Caleb tossed his toy up and climbed after, scooting in close to Peter and curling against him with the elephant in the middle. Peter draped the blanket over the child, laying his arm around Caleb and waiting for Caleb's tiny snores before he let his heavy eyelids fall, too.

The scent had hit him first. Then the sunlight, as Peter cracked his eyes open once more, the golden rays hitting golden could settled on the pillow next to him. It would have made for a beautiful sight, this golden child curled up into a ball in Peter's arm, if it weren't for that scent--

"Oh, god!" Peter said as he lifted the blanket peeking beneath. Sure enough, underneath the tiny child was a dark ring, a stain that was still damp and just beginning to cool. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Peter sighed and laid the blanket back down. He climbed out of bed to go to his closet, hoping that a carpet cleaner could work on mattresses.

#The MizFists #hetalia #droid noodles ( writing ) #life thus far ( story ) #fanfic

[ihatebnha]

WALKING AROUND WITH BAKUGOUS CUM DRIPPING OUT OF ME??? SOAKING MY PANTIES??? IN PUBLIC?? YES!!! AND HIM SCOLDING ME WHEN IT DRIPS OUT BECAUSE "anyone would die to have my cum inside them and you just waste it like that??" YES!!!!!

AND he does it on purpose!!! he literally does it on purpose and then pretends to not know what’s going on or why it’s a problem... a stupidly hot problem, BUT STILL!!! 

plus he probably gets all cocky about it too, trying to pull up your undies way too high so it doesnt leak, or giving you a lil spank if/when you accidentally flash him (which is his fault anyway)!!! like bruh... 

(i just thought of this and it’s totally random but i bet bakugo is also the type of person to slap his hand affectionately against whatever he’s holding, too...)

but anyway.... im horknee.... 

(part one)

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Bakugo’s hands barely trace the soft marks of your thighs as he presses his chest into your back, his crotch dangerously close to the curve of your ass and the ever-growing stain that you hope no one has noticed on your panties. 

“Little brat,” he curses, pressing his lips against the shell of your warm ear as he mumbles, his hands discreetly moving up your skirt. “You’re wasting it.” 

His fingers, though no longer sticky with cum, curl into the waistband of your panties, causing the fabric to stretch and tighten around your cunt as he pulls. As though you aren’t in public, Bakugo begins to tug the waistband up, both effectively giving you a wedgie and causing his cum to squish back into your folds. Unashamedly, and still pressed into your back, he then settles the band over the dips of your waist, his thick and warm hands gently smoothing over your skin and the fabric that now is now nice and taut holding everything in place. 

Pulling back, he begins to settle your skirt, shifting the fabric downward as his eyes narrow in thought and his gaze locks on your ass. 

“Be more careful,” he chides, voice rough and full of heat, smirking when you turn to slap a fist against his chest that he easily catches, his other hand digging into the softness of the thigh that he still holds, “and don’t forget to say thank you.” 

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo #this idea was too powerful #gotta go cry abt bakugo not being real now #all bc i want his j*zz in my pants #i dont wear underwear tho so sucks to be me #watch him try to c*m in your leggings tho anyway LMFAO. #little brat made me phat nut #Anonymous #anon #ask

[heretherebedork]

ZZS's expression is so perfect, that shift from realization to understanding to knowing, knowing, he has to hide what he's just realized.

He knows that WKX is in no place to handle this knowledge and Cheng Ling is still a child, still too young to understand what's happening to his newly adopted master.

The way his eyes dart, the way he stares to the side and then the smile comes out because he knows. He knows what's happening. He knows what he's losing.

And he's still trying to save the people around him from pain, still trying to protect the ones he loves.

Because that's what love does.

#word of honor #word of honor gif #wenzhou gif #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #shan he ling #shl #tian ya ke #山河令 #faraway wanderers #c-drama #cdrama #censored romance #cdrama gif #c-drama gif #these darling boys #zzs is so loving #he just wants a chance to be happy #that's all he asks #a second chance at joy #a chance at love #and he wil take it #he won't let it go until he has to