#cradle to the rave

[bzzrk]

hi friends. here's my latest release, Acid Witch. some new mixes of the track off last year's album Void Glide. plus if you're a music producer, i included a link for 42 samples from the same occult vhs i pulled from for Acid Witch. it's pay-what-you-want on bandcamp, and on streaming shortly.

so, how one may ask, does it feel to be a witch in the computer age?

#bandcamp #royb0t #Acid Witch #Thinkbreak Records #chicago #Void Glide #_the boundless_ #warehouse techno #peaktime techno #acid #techno #ebm #industrial #occult #spooky #cradle to the rave

[samurairobotics]

Bassist Dave from COF wore these in his first ever band photoshoot with Fin Costello. 2001. See Pic!

#cyberdog #flare pants #rave #raver #rave wear #cyber #mallgoth #mall goth #y2k #cradle of filth #cof #dave pybus #gothic metal #photoshoot #photography #fin costello #2001 #ebay #forsale

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

“What’s the deal with you and Harrington?”

Robin Buckley glanced up toward the question asker, her brows slightly furrowed as she cast an inquisitive look toward Eddie Munson. He’s leant up on one of his elbows, chin cradled in the palm of his hand. His eyes are on her, large and curious, instead of the usual half-lidded expression he wears during the “adult” hangouts.

They’d all started hanging out ever since Vecna was destroyed, taking time away from the younger members of The Party to spend time all together. Herself, Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. Sometimes, every once in a while, it led them all to feel normal. As if they hadn’t all been dealing with more Upside Down crap just a few months prior.

“What do you mean?” Robin instead asked, her eyes moving from Eddie’s to dart out toward the Harrington’s pool. Steve is sitting on the edge of it with Jonathan, the two boys heads bent together as Argyle watched on- a dopey almost lovesick expression curled on his mouth. A spliff dangled from Jonathan’s fingertips, rolled by Eddie but the weed supplied by Jonathan.

“You’re… not together.” Eddie’s voice is soft, and barely spoken above a murmur. Robin nodded slowly, and turned her head towards him to try and indicate him to continue. “Nancy and the kids all repeat platonic with a capital P, but I just… how did you and Harrington even happen?”

“Scoops A’hoy,” Robin grinned wide, barely able to stifle the laugh that’s on the backend of her words. She was able to catch the widened look that Eddie threw her way, before his eyes darted out to look towards Steve, before his eyes moved back to her own. “He and I worked there back when the mall was open.”

“And… what? You instantly became best friends?”

“No, actually.” Robin shook her head with another soft laugh, before she paused so she could rub her palms together. She allowed herself to twist one of her rings around her finger, brows pinched for a moment. “I actually thought he was like the worst, y’know?” Robin scoffed to herself, before she sent Eddie a look. She knew what she must look like, her eyes wet with tears and her gaze all permanently soft.

“You know how he was in school, King Steve and all that.” Robin continued on, and she flicked her tongue out of her mouth to wet the corner of her lips for a second. “And when my manager told me that I’d be working with a Steve, well… there was only one Steve in Hawkins I could think of.”

“So how did your opinion of him change then, Buckley?” Eddie cocked his head again, one of his hands coming up to twirl a strand of hair around his pointer finger. His brows were furrowed taut, creating a worry line in between them. “The kids told me about the Russians-”

“It was sort of before then,” Robin admitted with a small shrug, and she twisted the corner of her lip into a shy smile. “He raved to me, y’know? About uh, these kids. These five kids he’d babysit and shit, and it was so… soft?” Robin watched as Eddie mouthed out names to himself as he ticked his fingers, before he cast a look to her. “But he always talked about this one, Ellie, who he’d call his little sister.”

Eddie drew in a sharp breath, eyes wide as Robin let out a soft hum.

“Yeah, and I don’t know if you submitted yourself to Harrington family lore-” Robin gestured behind her toward the Harrington house with a flick of her hand, before she continued. “But I knew that Dick and Helen Harrington didn’t have more than one kid.”

“Supergirl?” Eddie asked softly, and Robin let out a soft confirming hum as she watched Eddie’s eyes dart toward Steve. Steve was still talking to Jonathan, though Argyle had shifted forward so he was able to join in the conversation.

“And then imagine my surprise when one day our stupid sailor ice cream shop is visited by none other than the Chief.” Robin shook her head with a small laugh, before she continued on. “And he was so excited to see Steve, Eddie. Like genuinely excited to see him, ordered a couple tubs of ice cream togo and then said he’d see him at home.”

“Fuck.” Eddie breathed out, and Robin let out another sigh of a laugh.

“And I asked Steve why the Chief of the Hawkins police force was visiting him at work, and Steve just…” Robin shrugged slowly, shaking her head to clear her thoughts before she continued. “He just gave me this look, like… like he didn’t actually know either.”

“Then later, he told me why he watched all of the kids. He told me that he would’ve given anything for someone to just… to just care about him when he was their age. That all he wanted was for just a person to give a shit about his wellbeing.” Robin shook her head again, before she carded a hand through her still chlorine sticky hair. “And after that my opinion just… it just changed about him.”

“Then the Russians?” Eddie asked softly, and Robin hummed as she dipped her chin in a curt nod.

“Then the Russians, and he didn’t… he didn’t even hesitate to take the attention onto himself when they started questioning us.” Robin shook her head again, sniffling. “And after I asked him why he would do that, and he told me it was because he knew I had a family waiting on me to come back home.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, and then afterwards when we were getting seen by the EMTs? He didn’t have anyone to call Eddie. Because Hopper? Hopper was just… just presumed dead.” Robin let out a soft bitter laugh, and she twisted a strand of her hair around her finger. “My parents decided to take us both home after, and he stayed with us for a couple of days- until his concussion was okay enough for him to sleep through the night.”

“And that’s when you became best friends?”

“That’s when I decided that, Steve? He deserved way more from people than he seemed to ever fucking get.” Robin shrugged, before she cast a soft smile toward Eddie. Eddie’s eyes were glassy, wet with tears and Robin just patted her hand soft against his forearm. “That’s when I decided that he was my best friend.”

“Platonic with a capital P?”

Robin cast a look toward Steve, where the older teen already had his eyes on her. He had a hand extended, fingers wiggling toward her in a small way to beckon her toward his side. Robin stood without responding to Eddie, and she left her towel on the lounge chair she’d commandeered as her own. She took a moment though, cast a softer look toward Eddie- even as the corner of her lip twitched into a nervous smile.

“He’s not exactly my type, y’know?” Robin kept her admission soft, even when Eddie’s eyes were quick to flood with confusion. She instead cast a look toward the sunbathing Nancy Wheeler, who had one of her arms strewn over her face across the backyard where she laid in the grass.

When Robin let her eyes move to meet Eddie’s again, he has a look of pure understanding on his face.

“I think I get what you mean.” Eddie murmured and Robin simply flashed Eddie Munson a shy smile.

Eddie Munson watched as Robin Buckley walked away from him, quick to tuck herself into Steve’s side once she reached him. Steve threw his arm around Robin’s shoulders, tucking her further into his grasp- though the flow of conversation that he was having with Argyle and Jonathan didn’t even pause.

It’s in that moment when Eddie Munson realizes something extraordinarily fucking crucial.

He’s in love with Steve fucking Harrington.

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this is gonna become a multipart fic i think btw! it will probably be on here / ao3, haven’t fully decided yet but hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

now with a part two! click here

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #platonic stobin #background jargyle #background ronance #but it’s pre every relationship #steve harrington and robin buckley are bffs #robin would die for steve #steve harrington has bad parents #but jim hopper adopts him because i said so #steve and eleven have a sibling bond #he’s the only one allowed to call her ellie by the way #this is gonna become an ao3 fic i think

[ohwowimlonley]

reader being like "sorry I talked too much" and hotch being "nonono keep talking" because he loves to see your eyes glow up when you talk passionlately. this is literally for me im SO insecure about how much I talk like what am doing rn someone stop me 😩

Ugh I love you (and the rambles are about supernatural, watch it or I will cry)

—

“So then, after Michael possesses Adams body, they fall into the pit together, and-“ you pause, watching as Aaron’s eyebrows pinch together, you presume from exhaustion, “sorry, I’m rambling, you’re probably tired, I’ll stop,”

You lean over and kiss him on the forehead, smiling at how his eyes slip closed at the contact. The both of you are tucked into bed, finally both at home after a week long case. You’d spent an hour trying to get Jack to calm down when you’d picked him up from Jessica’s, and another two reading him to sleep.

When you’d finally collapsed into bed, you switched on Supernatural, something you do most nights to decompress. Usually, you watch it in relative silence, but today you just couldn’t stop the verbal diarrhea from spilling out. You can’t help but feel bad for your poor boyfriend having to listen to your spiel about the show he seems utterly indifferent to.

“No no,” his gentle voice shakes you from your thoughts. His hand covers yours, which you hadn’t even noticed had moved to cover your mouth, “keep talking, it’s relaxing,”

“Even when I shout about the characters?” You smile, intertwining your fingers together and bringing them to rest on your lap. He nods quietly, the sound of his hair rustling against the pillow being the only sound in the room now you’ve paused the tv.

“Keep talking,” he encourages again, pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder. As you carry on with your ramblings, you pull him closer to you, cradling his head in your lap and stroking his hair and you rave on about your theories for the show, only stopping when his gentle snores disrupt the peace of the room.

#•megs ask box• #•megs pretty daydreams• #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds

[littledata]

what are these "best fics youve ever read that barely have any hits" you mentioned? can you give us a top 5 or sonething?

Oh God, you've really shamed me here because I read a LOT of random fics from fandoms I'm not even part of and the stories I was referring to largely come from there.

However, in the interest of practising what I preach, I sat down today and read a bunch of Warrior Nun fics I'd never read before so I could rec you some. To be totally clear, these aren't necessarily going to have "hardly any hits" but are fics that I think could use more love in general.

In no particular order:

I was seeing black and white (and now I'm living in color) by gayestcatra - 1281 words, a beautifully soft fic set in Switzerland with gorgeous description. By the same author I also enjoyed (your life was) my life's best part, an angsty Mary/Shannon exploring Mary's (heartbreaking) grief after Shannon's death.

Cat’s Cradle security checkpoint logs by @jtl07 - 518 words, have I raved enough on tumblr yet about how much I love their writing? No? Oh okay I'll do it again then. JT is one of my favourite writers in the fandom and I love this series of fics they did giving creative looks into the characters - this particular one is the contents of their bags but the whole series is worth checking out (and everything else they write too, obviously).

Lauds by @sisterdivinium - 3152 words, Mother Superion/Jillian Salvius. WE LOVE A RAREPAIR. Gorgeously written fic where you feel the weight of every single action. The author has a TON of fics if you liked this one too.

you're my best friend (in a world we must defend) by @daisychainsandbowties - 3980 words, avatrice and Pokemon. Beatrice's characterisation in this drives me insane. I MUST know more. If you know nothing about pokemon here's your primer: they're funny little guys you catch and make fight, exactly like the Catholic church did to Ava. There, now you've got no excuse not to read it.

Dead People Don't Shiver by waterintheshadows - 2068 words, avatrice soulmate AU set in a morgue FUCK YEAH. This is the kind of shit I live for. Great concept, great execution.

Where The River Bends by @itchyouchyz - 100,750 words, avatrice 1960s midwife AU. Full disclosure - it's 100k - I haven't finished it yet. But I LOVE what I've read so far, tender and lovely. Check the tags for trigger warnings on this one!

keep me in your mirror (but don't take your eyes off the road) by minutetuna - 26,343 words, avatrice season 2 road trip au. It made me feel this precise emotion: hnnnnnnghhhhh. There is a particular style of writing which is just bouncy and pacy and still draws you into every single emotion and this author has it in spades. LOVE.

This was so much fun! If anyone else wants to hit me up with some recs I'd love to hear them - even if (especially if) they're your fics. It's a long weekend, might as well spend it reading fanfiction.

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #fic recs #i'm also writing fanfiction update is coming i swear #not really a good rec list just a list of my opinions #i wrote this post as I was reading and you can see me getting steadily more excited by all the awesome fics as I go #asks

[madebycloud]

Soft Spot for Soft Paws

wednesday addams x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: little did you know, your girlfriend, had a soft spot for your feline friend. who knew her gruffness could melt into a gentle cuddle with a purrball? warnings/themes: FLUFF, soft!wednesday, cuddles and cats words: 2.0k

You can't believe your luck. Principal Weems has allowed you to adopt a cat for your dorm, and what's more, you've found the perfect companion. It's a gorgeous black cat that reminds you of your girlfriend, dark and mysterious.

"Oh, she's just like you!" you exclaim, picking up the cat and showing it to Wednesday. "Look at those eyes, so mysterious and enchanting. And that sleek black fur, like a shadow in the night. She's perfect for Nevermore."

Wednesday simply tilts her head, her face a blank slate. Your gushing must be annoying her, but you don't mind. You're too excited about your new companion to care. You continue to rave about her beauty, her grace, and her dark mystery while Wednesday rolls her eyes at you.

After you've finally run out of things to say, Wednesday speaks up. "What's her name?" she asks, sounding indifferent. 

"How about Wendy? Wendy, like Wednesday! Get it?" you suggest, putting your arms on your hips thoughtfully.

Wednesday gives you a look that says, 'are you serious?' and you try to explain your logic, while holding Wendy up as if she were your newborn baby. Wednesday rolls her eyes so hard, they might fall out of her head. 

"Alright, fine, Wendy it is," she says, turning the name into a statement rather than a question. You smile up at her, completely oblivious to her obvious distaste for both the cat and its name.

Wednesday can't help but roll her eyes again, but she can't stay mad at your sheer enthusiasm. You remind her of her own love for the macabre, even if yours is less refined than hers. 

And the cat, well, she could never admit this to you, but she does find the cat's beauty mesmerizing. She's not going to spoil your joy this time, but she does make a promise to herself: next time you do something this annoying, she's going to make it clear that you're overstepping bounds. 

But for now, let the dark and mysterious Wendy be the star of the show.

—

Just after you adopted the cat, you proudly brought it over to Nevermore to show off. Of course, you didn't bring it out in your dorm, but your friends came to see it. Like Yoko, Ajax, Enid, and even Principal Weems herself, just to check up on the cat.

You cradle Wendy in your arms, purring with contentment as she curls up against your chest.

"She's such a cutie pie! What's her name?" Enid asks, cooing over your new cat.

Without hesitation, you answered, "Wendy." Your friends, with the exception of you, side-eyed Wednesday.

Enid asked, "Wendy like...?" but everyone avoided pushing further, knowing what Wednesday might do if they continued.

Once everyone left, you closed the door, holding the cat once again like a baby and turning to Wednesday. "Do you want to hold her?" you ask, cocking your head to the side. 

"No." Wednesday answers immediately, crossing her arms over her chest. "She's yours, not mine." She rolls her eyes, clearly not a cat person.

"Come on, everyone's held her except you. Will you hold her, please?" You insisted with a slight tease in your voice.

 "Fine. Just one time. But that's it," Wednesday responds, standing up from where she was sitting on your bed. She hesitates for a moment before taking Wendy from you.

You carefully handed Wendy to her. The cat immediately hisses and snarls at Wednesday, clearly not liking the idea of being held by someone other than you.

Wednesday looks up to you for help, with confusion etched all over her face. "What's wrong?" she asks, with a hint of panic in her voice.

"I don't know. Maybe try some baby talk with her?" you suggested, scratching the back of your neck and snickering to yourself. You couldn't believe that you were actually encouraging her to talk to the cat in a soft, cooing voice.

"No," Wednesday answered, turning her nose up in disgust. But when Wendy continued to hiss, she reluctantly obliged, saying, "Fine, how do you baby talk?"

"Like this," you say, showing her how to do it. You baby talk to Wendy, calling her a "cute little kitty" and a "sweet baby." Wednesday looked at you in disgust, her eyes rolling, but she did her best to copy your baby talk.

The idea must have been torture for Wednesday, but she tried it anyway. "You're so cute and beautiful, aren't you, Wendy?" Wednesday said, not using much of a baby voice but sounding like a doll with murderous intentions. The cat calms down slightly, no longer meowing but instead purring softly.

She continues to speak softly to the cat, you can't help but break out into a fit of laughter, not expecting her to actually participate in this absurdity. 

Wednesday turns to you, glaring at you through her dark, gloomy eyes. "Stop laughing," she says, her lip trembling with anger.

"I'm sorry," you say, quickly wiping the tears of laughter that have formed in your eyes and biting your lip to keep yourself from falling into another fit of laughter. Wednesday, still cradling Wendy in her arms, said, "And don't you go telling anyone about this. Or I'll make sure that will be your last laugh."

While Wednesday continued to babytalk Wendy, you stepped closer to her and leaned in to kiss her cheek. She didn't react, but you could tell by the way her lips curled into a small smile that she didn't mind your closeness.

—

The day's responsibilities have left you exhausted as you make your way back to your dorm room in Nevermore. 

When you returned to your dorm room at Nevermore, you were surprised to find your feline companion, Wendy, missing. Immediately, your heart began to pound as you frantically searched under the desk, in the closet, and every nook and cranny of your dorm room, but it was futile.

Wendy was nowhere to be found.

Your mind was racing, what if she had wandered out of the room, or worse, gotten lost? Panic-stricken, you quickly put on your shoes and raced to Wednesday's dorm room as fast as you could, knocking rapidly on her door.

Wednesday's footsteps grew louder, and your heart skipped a beat as she opened the door.

Before she could even ask what you were doing outside her room, you blurted out, "Have you seen Wendy?" There was a desperate panic in your voice, and you knew it. Wednesday raised an eyebrow, and you hastily explained that your cat had vanished into thin air.

Without another word, Wednesday took your hand and led you on a search throughout the school: the principal's office, the greenhouse, the fencing class, the classrooms, the quad, and finally, the surrounding area outside Nevermore.

Wednesday realizes that you both need to return to the dorm before it gets too dark as the sun begins to set. With tears in your eyes, Wednesday consoles you, squeezing your hand.

You curled up on your bed, burying your face in the pillows as you let the tears fall. While tears continued to stream down your face, Wednesday sat with you, offering comfort and support.

Suddenly, you heard a soft meow underneath your bed, and Wendy, your beloved cat, emerged from beneath the bed. 

You realized then that Wendy had been hiding under your bed the whole time. You couldn't believe you had searched so far and wide when she had been right under your nose.

Wednesday, never one to let a mischievous cat off the hook, immediately picks Wendy up and scolds her, "Don't do that again, understand?" Wednesday's stern tone seems to have an effect on Wendy, who meows in response, as if to confirm that she's gotten the message and won't repeat her mischievous behavior. 

After that incident, you made sure to always check under the bed for Wendy before sleeping.

—

It's already Sunday evening, and your brain feels like it's about to burst from all the cramming you've done for your assignments. Your desk is covered in piles of papers and notes, and you've been sitting in the same chair for hours without moving.

Meanwhile, Wednesday is lying on your bed, unbothered and focused on her book. She's already done with her own assignments and is now just chilling out, away from the noise of her own dorm. 

You wish you could have that kind of relaxation, but instead, you're stuck trying to finish your last-minute homework.

Wendy jumps up on Wednesday's lap, looking up at her expectantly. Wednesday looks down at the cat, annoyance clear on her face. "What do you want?" she asks, trying to keep her concentration on her book.

Minutes pass, and the cat doesn't get up from Wednesday's lap. Instead, it curls up beside her, seeming to enjoy the warmth of her body. 

She finally gives in and closes her book, leaning back on the pillow and closing her eyes. It's not long before she falls asleep, with the cat's purring acting as a soothing song to lull her to sleep.

Wednesday starts to nod off, but you don't notice due to your all-night studying spree. You finally finish your homework, exhausted but relieved to be done. "Whew, that was a tough one," you say to yourself. You stretch your arms above your head and rub your eyes, feeling tired after hours of working.

You stumble toward the bed, only to see Wednesday curled up with your cat, sound asleep. 

"Just one time, my ass," you mutter to yourself, making fun of her own comment from last week.

"I can feel your eyes burning a hole through my head," she says, her sleepy voice sounding almost angelic in the quiet night. "What?" she asks as she notices how intensely you're gawking at her.

When her eyes meet yours, though, you're struck by how beautiful she looks, even with her eyes half-closed and her hair framing her face. All your words slip away, and instead, you lean forward, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately.

Wednesday's eyes widen with surprise, but she doesn't push you away. 

You pull away, and she glares at you, annoyed. "What are you doing?" she growls low. You lean in again, kissing her more deeply. The kiss lasts longer this time, and as it ends, Wednesday's body language changes, relaxation spreading over her face.

You kiss her again and again and again until Wendy wakes up and jumps off the bed, prompting both of you to release each other.

Wednesday rolls her eyes and says, "Wendy is asleep," as if it's your fault that your cat has woken up.

With a laugh, you get out of bed, your cat following close behind you, eager for her nightly snack. You grab a can of cat food and a bowl, pouring the food into the bowl and setting it on the floor for your cat. She eagerly laps it up, as if she were starving, even though she had been fed an hour earlier. 

You climb back into bed with Wednesday curled up next to you while your cat begins to eat her meal.

You snuggle close to Wednesday, feeling her warm body against yours. She nuzzles her head against your chest, her breathing slowing and becoming more rhythmic as she falls back to sleep. 

Satisfied with her meal, Wendy jumps onto the bed and curls up between you two, purring contentedly.

You lean in to kiss her, but she stops you. "Wendy's sleeping. Be quiet," she whispers, placing a finger to your lips to shush you. 

You nod in understanding, and she lets you lean in to give her a chaste kiss on the forehead.

The last thing you see before drifting off is your beloved cat, curled up between you and Wednesday, purring contentedly. The sound of her purrs fills the quiet room as you finally fall asleep, happy to be with the person you love and your adorable cat by your side.

#wednesday #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x you #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday netflix #jenna ortega #wednesday series #wednesday addams fluff #fluff

[lorelune]

(CW: yandere jing yuan, violence, injury)

yandere jing yuan never wants to physically hurt you. he will go to great lengths to ensure you are not hurt— by other or himself. he'd rather cripple you in intangible ways. financially, socially, mentally. jing yuan is so adept at subtle manipulation, speaking in circles and dances that are sure to make your head spin. at the end of every conversation with him, he wants you off kilter and confused. he wants you to feel small and unsure of yourself. things are easier that way if you are.

however, jing yuan will physically hurt you himself, if he must.

it is a last resort. he truly does not want to cause you harm in that way, you are so entirely precious to him. it breaks his heart, hurts him so badly when he has to snap a bone or two when you manage to get beyond the walls of his estates and into the nearby market, raving about how the general's "a monster of a man" who has been keeping you locked away.

it hurts just as badly to hear you speak of him that way, but jing yuan also understands. you do not want to be captive. being scared and alone is hard. he is intent on coaxing you into thinking your circumstances are lovely. you'll be happier, then.

that cannot happen if you're clawing at doorframes and desperately searching for means to escape.

so it hurts when jing yuan holds your delicate ankle in his hands, cradles you so gently, and apologizes so kindly before crunching bone. it makes him ache to hear you sob, eyes rolling back in your head from the pain. it hurts even more when he mutilates your other foot. it's better afterward, when you're hyperventilating from pain and he can be at your side. holding you and telling you that "it will be okay." he'll take care of you, just as he has been. it will just be easier now. he'll press his lips to your forehead and you will be too weak and out of it to resist.

sometimes, the ache is worth it. it's fortunate that jing yuan is an expert in risk analysis and you are his greatest reward.

#lore loops #thirsts #jing yuan x reader #tw yandere #tw violence #he's been on the brain #he's so #the flavor of yandere that he is #fascinates me truly

[hybbart]

Day 288: Late in the afternoon, Tango finally wakes up...

Short story below.

As had become comfortably familiar, Tango woke to the sound of pressurized breaths. It mingled with piercing bird songs, both wild and domestic, leaking faucets, and drones of old appliances. He tried to focus on the breaths. Jimmy was there and he was okay.

Tango almost dozed back off with that knowledge, but the rest of his body began to rouse. It was awake and it hurt. Everything hurt, but the pounding in his skull and small aches across his body were all drowned out by his arm. How could it hurt so much yet still be completely numb? A pained groan escaped him as he rolled his head to the side, barely registering the soft tickle across his nose. 

He peeled his eyes open, blinking away the sleep. Yellow feathers – they’re messy and need preening – curled around the awkwardly hunched lump on the sleeping bag – bed? – next to him, stretching out until they cradled the both of them. His nighttime mask was in place despite the light beaming through the blinds. What Tango could see of his face and arms were covered in wounds, but they were all properly dressed.

Jimmy really was there. Wasn’t he always? But he still felt his body melt with relief from a tension he couldn’t quite remember. He tried to reach out to his rancher with a smile. It twisted into a grimace as pain wracked his body for daring to move. He couldn’t stop the pathetic whimper that escaped.

Jimmy’s eyes snapped open, golden rings pulsing with the twitch of his ears. He gasped, shooting straight up. His wings yanked away, vibrating with tension. Flared out, Tango could see the bandage awkwardly woven between the feathers of his right wing. Memories of the tip of a rusted old shiv piercing through inches from Tango’s face flooded back. The fog in his brain finally started to part.

Right, Jimmy wasn’t there.

He was now, though. Maybe he was a bit delirious, or just tired, but he couldn’t summon the energy to be anything but glad.

“Tango?” Jimmy’s voice shook. 

Hands hovered over Tango. The blazeborn let out a noncommittal noise, though his sore throat broke it into an airy squeak. A mimicry escaped Jimmy, dragged out in disbelief. The hands finally shot out, yanking Tango up until – through a cloud of new pain from the sudden movement – he found himself pressed face first into Jimmy’s shoulder.

Despite the agony, Tango eased into the embrace. A grin stretched awkwardly across his face. “Mornin’.”

“Mor- Oh.” Jimmy’s body rumbled, but Tango couldn’t tell if it was a laugh or a sob. “… Morning.”

Tango hummed, twisting his head to the side to try and get a look at his companion. “You okay?”

“Me!” That one was apparently enough for Jimmy to pull away. “Am I okay! Mate, have you seen yourself? You literally looked like you were already a zombie when we found you.” He raved.

Something clicked in Jimmy’s brain, Tango could tell with the way his wings twitched back. He suddenly spun around to the nightstand – wait, wasn’t this Impulse’s room? Tango could hear Jimmy rummaging through bags and buckets. There was a soft curse accompanying something slamming then splashing onto the carpeted floors. Finally, Jimmy turned back around with his hands outstretched. One held a glass of water while the other held out two pills. 

“Here.” Jimmy said. “It’s the best we’ve got right now. Most of our stuff is still with the raiders.”

Tango went to take them but only one hand reached out, wrapping around the pills. That intense ache was all that was there on his left side. He stared down at the wrapped stump, stunned. 

Was that him? Tango was not sure how long he sat and stared at nothing. He was only partly dragged out of it by Jimmy’s hand gently folding Tango’s own around the pills and guiding them up to his mouth. The avian held the glass for him and he downed it. Tango went through the motions in a haze. No, that couldn’t be him.

“… Tango.”

He tore his gaze away, staring wide-eyed at Jimmy. His rancher looked away at the same moment. A sigh filled the inside of his mask with fog. He was still wearing it?

“I’m sorry, I had- it was all black and infected and we didn’t… We didn’t know when we would be able to get out. Impulse said it’d been like that for days, but he couldn’t…”

“Where’s your oxygen tank?” Tango thinks. 

Jimmy’s eyes went wide. Oh, no, that came out of his mouth. “Where’s m- what- Tango!” The avian wheezes. His wings flare up behind him. “Tango you goose, I chopped your bloody arm off with a fire axe. We had to carry you bleeding across the city. You stopped breathing and we couldn’t wake you back up- Who cares about the tank!”

Tango sucked in a breath, entire body tensing. Jimmy’s incredulous face fell, and Tango was pulled into another embrace. Hesitantly, Tango’s arm wrapped around Jimmy’s torso in return, which only seemed to make his companion tighten his hold. 

“Sorry.” Tango said, muffled, wrapping his tail around their waists comfortingly to match the wings that had cocooned around them. It was so warm and cozy in the room compared to all the campsites they slept in before. He thought he might pass out again despite his companion’s state.

He could feel Jimmy’s head shake above his own. “I’m just glad you woke up.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You really need your machine, though.” Tango emphasized. “Or to find a new one. I saw a hospital in the city–”

“I’d honestly rather be stuck in this house for the rest of my life than see another building over two stories ever again.” Jimmy groaned, twisting his hold to bury his face in Tango’s shoulder. The blazeborn laughed.

“Alright, no more cities. We can’t bother Gem forever, though, and you can’t be running around with that bulky thingamajig.” They pulled away, Tango resting his hand on the other’s forearm instead. “So, new plan? We got four months before winter comes back around. What’s say we migrate over to the coast where it’s a bit warmer and find some place to hunker down in? A little late for a garden, but maybe the farms grew wild, and there’s still a lot of non-perishables out there.”

Jimmy nodded. He seemed to brighten up the more Tango talked. “Scott told me they want to head west into the valley, too. It’d be a bit cramped with both dogs, but we could help them find their own car, and take Gem’s trailer. Then they could help with…”

His words died, his whole body shrinking in on itself nervously. Tango swallowed, not following his gaze to Tango’s left. “Yeah. Yeah, they could help us find a replacement for your oxygen machine. I’m sure with five of us we could find one.”

Jimmy said nothing, just giving another grimace. Tango took a deep, shaky breath. One… One thing at a time.

There was a muffled whimper at the door. They parted in time to watch it crack open. A nervous little face poked in, before a black muzzle was shoved into the gap and forced it open wide enough for Revy to pass. Two other sets of paws scrambled between his legs. 

Norman let out a long mrow as he crossed the room to leap into Jimmy’s lap. Revy mimicked him, the entire bed creaking under the large dog’s weight as he tried to lick Tango’s face off. Jimmy let out a squawk when his tail smacked into his arm. Tango laughed.

Gem stepped in, picking up Flick to place the confused kitten on top of Revy in the absence of space for him. “Sorry. I tried to keep them away, but they heard you talking.”

“It’s fine.” Jimmy dismissed, giving Norman’s chin a scratch. “Um, I think we’re going to talk to the Gs and get out of your hair soon.”

“You sure?” She asked, a bit surprised. “You guys are looking pretty rough. I don’t mind you staying longer, and Impulse said he’s fine with the couch.”

Tango piped up, “Yeah, I think it’s about time we get out of your hair. If we stay here we’re going to burn through all your food before fall.”

“Well, if you’re nearby, be sure to visit. It’s safe up here from everything but the bears.”

Jimmy smiled. “We will. Thanks, Gem.”

Gem bowed as she went back towards the door. “Remember to rest up for now. Pearl’s gonna help me and Impulse make a nice pot of chicken soup for dinner. You guys can make plans then.”

Tango waved goodbye from over Revy’s shoulder, wrapping it around him when the door closed. Jimmy was still looking at the door, hands distractedly buried in Norman and Flick’s belly fur. Without giving a warning to the avian Tango reached out. “Alright you heard the lady.”

Jimmy gasped as he was knocked over. With a fwump from the fluffy pillows and duvet, the ranchers curled back into bed. “Sooner we sleep, the sooner we get better.” Tango mumbled. 

Jimmy shifted around until he found a position comfortable for both his wings and all four animals he was stuck with. “Alright.” 

He reached out, catching Tango’s wrist before the Blazeborn could doze off. “Make sure to wake up this time?”

Tango tried to give the most assuring smile he could muster. “I will, I promise.”

#blood #solidaritygaming #tango tek #team rancher #rancher apocalypse au #fanart #fanfic #biopunk #cute #spooky #character #scene #background #art #writing #sketch #colour #Hybbart

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Unfinished Business

Summary: Our boy has some unfinished business

A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….just don’t okay?

As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom who constantly receives messages from me in the dead of night needing reassurance or "Hey what about if THIS happened?!"

Bless you my new found chosen sister for putting up with my antics!

This is a continuation of the first part Hello Nurse which you guys absolutely raved over and I am SO flattered (no really some of your messages really had me tearing up)

Like I said last time, this won't be the last you see of SIx

Enjoy my loves! <3

You let out a heavy sigh massaging your temples as you sat at the nurse’s station; the fluorescents were giving you a migraine and the phone had been ringing off the hook all night long. It rang again for the four hundredth time and you picked up the receiver 

“Fifth floor nurse’s station” 

“Hey, you” 

Your face broke out into a grin and you sat back in your chair twirling the phone cord around your finger recognizing his voice immediately. “Hi” 

“You on a secure line?” 

You scoffed with a small laugh “You know I’m not” you went through this every time he happened to call, and yet, he always asked. “Where are you?” 

“Somewhere cold” he always kept his answers vague. 

“Being safe?” you asked, reaching over the desk to take a clipboard from a coworker 

“Course” 

“Are you lying to me?” You asked, with a smirk cradling the receiver on your shoulder as you typed the information on the clipboard into the system. 

“Never” 

You stopped typing paying more attention to your call “You better come back to me” you said with an air of seriousness to your tone. “In one piece” 

He laughed softly on the other end 

“I’m not kidding, all your fingers, toes and…appendages” 

This caught the attention of your coworker who tilted her head curiously with a raised eyebrow; you just shook your head, hoping she’d get pulled away before you’d have to answer questions. 

“Hmm, well I’ve got some bad news sweetheart…” 

“You better be joking” you dropped your voice to a whisper 

“Would you love me any less if I weren’t?” 

You huffed with annoyance rolling your eyes “No, you idiot; now come home…I miss you” 

A page overhead for you caught your attention and you sighed “I gotta go, be careful, please” You knew better than to hope for that, he was never careful, everyone else came first. “I love you” 

“Me too, sweetheart” 

You hesitated holding up a finger to a coworker motioning overhead “Court”

He sighed and you could practically see the look on his face

“I’ve got all day” 

“No you don’t” 

“Then I guess you’d better hurry up” 

“I love you too” 

“I’ll see you soon?” you asked, knowing he wouldn’t give you a concrete answer 

“Soon” he confirmed before the line disconnected. 

You swallowed hard, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you pushed up from your chair. You had signed up for this, you knew that, but the knot in your stomach never untwisted itself completely until he was standing in front of you; admittedly usually covered in blood and bruises, but here and alive. 

***

It had been six months since that fateful night on the staircase; and Six had been gone for three of them. Thankfully you had managed to keep yourself busy with work, keeping your mind off of it, most of the time. 

Then you crawled into bed, alone, or he called to check in and that knot in your stomach just tightened. 

You did have to admit that when he was just a fleeting stranger who had saved your life once, and occasionally darkened your doorstep it had been a lot easier and you worried significantly less, but you wouldn’t trade that man for anything. 

You had to keep it relatively secret; it was safer that way Six had said, you were in less danger. You disagreed but he would rarely listen to reason on the topic; or he had fallen asleep before you had gotten the chance to broach it again. 

You laid in bed that night after work, wondering for the first time in a long time about Six’s past. Even though you had convinced him you didn’t need a 24/7 bodyguard and could in fact take care of yourself on occasion, and you had been….”together” for the last six months; the personal details you knew about the man were very few. 

You knew that was by design, but the thought of your parents immediate disapproval made you giggle to yourself; would be just like you ending up with the ex-convict who would end up on the wrong end of a gun one day because he showed up on your doorstep one night looking like wounded puppy.

Not that Six would even entertain the notion of ever meeting your parents so it didn’t really matter. 

***

He unlocked the door before putting the key back and quietly slipping inside before locking it behind him. 

He stumbled up the front steps, weak with exhaustion; the house was dark, but your car was in the driveway. Checking his watch, it was creeping into the one o’clock hour.

He shook the spare key out of the bottom of the ceramic goose you kept on the front porch; he had told you at least a hundred times that was an awful idea and you had reasoned if someone was going to break into the house, they weren’t going to use a key to do it. 

He slid his boots off, shedding his t-shirt as he climbed the stairs. You were curled up in bed sleeping peacefully, on his side. 

He smiled to himself, stripping off the rest of his clothes before gently shifting you to your side, you hadn’t even stirred until he climbed in behind you; arms wrapping tightly around you as he kissed your shoulder. 

“Hey,” you turned over, voice thick with sleep as you wrapped your arms around his neck “You’re home” 

He kissed you properly before you nestled against his chest “I missed you” 

He kissed the top of your head, pulling you against him as you drifted back off almost immediately and he followed suit. 

The next morning he stirred awake, the sensation of your lips across his bare chest  and up the side of his neck to his face and finally landing on his lips; your weight heavy on his midsection. 

"Good Morning," you smiled kissing him again 

He smiled, reaching to tuck a chunk of loose hair behind your ear, his large hand cupping your cheek. 

"All in one piece" you smiled, your cheeks had started to hurt from doing it for so long. 

"Satisfied?" 

"Not for months" your lips moved against his as you deepened your kiss. 

With minimal effort he flipped you on your back, pinning you to the mattress underneath; wrists on either side of your head. 

“Let's fix that then” 

Before you had a chance to respond, his lips were pressed firmly against yours, strong hands gripping your wrists as his hips made languid movements, his hard cock pressing against the inside of your thigh, your legs dropping open with ease. 

You hummed into your kiss as his tongue tangled with yours before kissing down your neck and chest. 

A small gasp escaped as his warm wet mouth enveloped your nipple. Your back arching off the bed, needing more, wanting more. 

He sucked gently, tongue grazing over the hard bud, making you shiver before trading sides and administering the same treatment to the other side. 

His hands slid from your wrists, over your sides and came to rest on your hips momentarily as he dipped lower, settling between your thighs. Your fingers pushed through his thick blond hair as he kissed the inside of your thighs. His breath hot against your core made you moan, leaning back into the pillow. 

“Court…please “ you breathed. 

Like an answered prayer, he licked a hot stripe up your centre, making you cry out, pulling hard on the hair trapped between your fingers, making him grunt against your clit before sucking you into his mouth.  

You writhed in the sheets, heels digging into the mattress. 

His hand sliding from your hip, two thick fingers pushing inside you with ease, pumping slowly as his tongue teased your clit. 

Your sighs and moans were like music to his ears. A glance up from between your thighs, your eyes were closed, face contorted in sheer pleasure, mouth open as you whined to the ceiling. 

Your entire form shuddered under the hand holding your hips steady. 

Your breathing came more laboured and shallow as he watched the flush creep over your naked body, his tongue flicking a little harder, fingers pumping a little faster, hand pressing firmer on your hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he kept you from twisting out of his grip. 

Your muscles clenching around his calloused fingers coated in your arousal as your orgasm tore through your body; pulling his fingers from inside you, tongue lapping up everything you had to give. Shudders wracking your entire form, your clit sensitive and overstimulated. 

You collapsed, completely spent as Six crawled back over top of you, kissing you deeply as you panted against his mouth. 

“My turn” you smiled breathlessly as you shifted, Six propping himself against the headboard as you put yourself between his knees. 

Without hesitation, you swallowed down his length, slick with precum. A loud groan of approval over your head as you bobbed slowly, sucking gently as you felt his hands find their way into your hair. 

A loud thud, what you were certain was his head making contact with the headboard. 

His hips bucking up, forcing him further down your throat. 

The soft “Fuck” assuring you, you were doing something right. 

You moaned around his shaft, relaxing your throat to take as much down as you could manage. You let him take control as much as his position would allow letting him fuck your mouth hard and fast. 

Grunts a mixture of effort and pleasure as he slid with ease between your lips. 

His massive form twitched and he stopped abruptly, the hot, thick rope hitting the back of your throat, swallowing what you could before it became too much to handle, the excess spurting from the throbbing tip as you released him to take a breath.

You moved to wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and Six’s hand snapped out, closing around your wrist. 

You looked up and he was shaking his head. “Don't”

You tipped your head curiously with a smirk as he pulled you closer, you climbed in his lap, arms draped over his neck as he kissed you harshly, tasting his release on your tongue as he was sure you could taste yours on his. 

He scooted back down, lying you on his chest as you sighed with a satisfied hum. “God I missed you”

He chuckled softly, taking a deep breath, breathing you in, your scent invading his senses, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you too sweetheart” 

He sighed, your eyes saying the things your voice wasn’t. 

Six’s time at home had been fleeting this time around; he had been here and gone again within a day and a half.

A quick kiss and he tried to fly down the stairs, unsuccessfully because of the hold you’d had on his wrist. He stopped turning to look at you. 

He pulled you against him, burying his nose in your hair as he kissed the top of your head; your arms wrapped tightly around his back as you fought to keep your composure. 

“Two weeks, tops” he whispered into your hair; you only hugged him tighter, knowing he couldn’t possibly know that for sure. 

“Make someone else go” You muttered against his chest “You just got back” 

He laughed softly, big hands rubbing up and down your arms. “I can’t…”  he pushed you back gently so he could look into your eyes “This one is personal” 

Your brow creased as your frowned “What do you mean personal?” 

His shoulders dropped as he let out a heavy sigh and it clicked “Lloyd…” you sighed

He nodded “He won’t stay in one place very long”

A strong finger under your chin lifted your head and you sighed looking up at him, the worry clear as day on your face. 

You let out a slow breath swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat; eyes  dropping to look at your shoes.

You had never met this man, but the stories were enough to never want to and even those weren’t many. He had injured someone in Six’s care, and was the reason the only person Six had even remotely considered family had died. He was a monster. 

“Please be careful” you whispered softly 

He nodded dropping his hand “Always” 

You scoffed “Not always” You reached up to cup his cheek “You better come back to me” 

He didn’t answer, just leaned forward, claiming your lips in a gentle kiss as the tears you had been fighting to hold back slid silently down your cheeks. 

He pulled back and you sighed with a sniff, wiping the tears from your face. “Promise me” 

When he didn’t say anything you closed your eyes taking a breath “Just this once, promise me, if it goes sideways, you will get out…please” 

You stood eyes locked with his, seeing that emotionless mask crack for the briefest moment before he nodded. “I promise, just another Thursday.” 

You huffed pulling yourself against him, burying your face in his chest. “No it isn’t, and you know it” 

He pulled away then and you let him go; you knew if he was going to catch this bastard he had to leave and he had to leave now. 

“Here,” he undid the watch around his wrist, holding it out to you 

You shook your head “I can’t take that; it’s too important to you” 

“Then keep it safe for me” he wrapped it around your wrist, having to do it up on the last available hole in the band so it would fit around your wrist. 

He took your face in both hands, giving you one final bruising kiss; whispering a barely heard ‘I love you’ against your lips before he was down the stairs and gone. 

You turned, going back inside, the door closing heavily behind you as you locked and leaned against it. A flurry of emotions bursting through the dam in your chest as you finally let yourself cry. You slid down the door, settling on the floor with a hard thump covering your mouth with your hand as the tears streamed freely down your cheeks. The fear, the sadness, the sliver of hope that he hadn’t just walked down those stairs to wherever, and you’d never see him again. 

You cried so hard you nearly made yourself sick before you got yourself under control and pulled yourself to your feet. 

You took a deep breath, wiping the tears out of your eyes and off your face as you made your way to the kitchen. 

You stopped halfway through the threshold, breath catching in your throat seeing the man you didn’t recognize sitting on top of your counter with his arms folded and ankles crossed in front of him. 

“Hiya Sunshine,” he smiled in a way that made your skin crawl as he hopped off the counter and your heart slammed in your chest.  

“Can I help you?” You fought to keep your voice even as a thousand thoughts raced through your mind one after the other; trying to place this man. 

“You really are easy on the eyes, aren’t you?” he asked, ignoring your question, advancing forward and you instinctively took a step back, 

“Do I know you?” you asked, mentally cursing yourself for never counting how many steps were between your kitchen and front door, but not daring to turn your back and bolt. 

“Your boy certainly does” 

Lloyd.

Your blood froze, you were sure all the colour had drained from your face then. 

“Based on the doe eyed bambi look on your face, I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say you’ve heard of me” 

“I don’t know-”

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes with a dismissive wave of his hand “Don’t pull the ‘I don’t know who you’re talking about’ card, it’s just disrespectful”

You didn’t answer, just kept moving slowly backward into the living room as he moved closer across the kitchen. 

Your eyes scanning his form, not seeing any blatantly obvious weapon easily within reach. 

You took your opportunity and turned swiftly on your heel and raced for the door. 

In a flash your hand gripped the doorknob and had it been unlocked you would have been free. Instead, Lloyd shoved you against the door, his body pinning you to the unforgiving surface as he laughed maniacally next to your ear; a fistful of your hair in your hand as he pulled your head back hard, making you grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut briefly 

“Oh no, no, no, no, no” he shook his head “We’re gonna get more acquainted; see if I can figure out what it is about our boy that you like so much” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked, voice strained as you turned your head as much as his grip in your hair would allow; he was watching you with a raised eyebrow waiting for you to finish. “He’s got a massive-”  Before you could finish, your head banged hard against the wooden door and Lloyd scoffed with disgust. 

“Don’t be gross, it’s unladylike” 

You scoffed with a laugh trying hard to ignore the instant throbbing headache “That’s your mistake for thinking I’m a lady Lloyd” 

Your composure was quickly slipping away as you were running out of ideas for an escape. 

“And the lady has me at a disadvantage,” Lloyd spoke slowly, his breath hot against your ear making you cringe. “I don’t really need to know your name anyway, doesn’t matter much, you’ll scream all the same” 

You scoffed “He’s gonna kill you”

“Oh sweetheart, not if I kill you first”

That was the last thing you heard before it all went dark.

#fic #ryan gosling #the gray man 2022 #sierra six #courtland gentry #court gentry #sierra six x reader #courtland gentry x reader #lloyd hansen #chris evans #God that's a lot of tags

[bzzrk]

Here's the music video for the track "Cradle To The Rave" off my upcoming album, "Void Glide" which releases Friday, July 28th, 2023 off Thinkbreak Records (Bandcamp link here, and on streaming a little later).

This video has some fun with various 90s CGI textured and glitched further through my badtvlab analog glitch studio (Tachyonsplus, BPMC, old video mixers/etc). There is some subtle strobing/flashes in certain spots, so be aware.

Enjoy!

#royb0t #cradle to the rave #void glide #thinkbreak records #chicago #edm #warehouse techno #snares are illegal #bzzrk #artists on tumblr #video art #glitch video #glitch art #glitch #vhs #90s cgi #tachyonsplus #bpmc #Youtube

[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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23. 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻

The night had been long and exhausting, but this mattered little to him. Now that he had brought his child back and turned her, everything was well. Shortly after her first feeding, (Y/n) had fallen unconscious, the exhaustion brought by her transformation finally taking over her.

As a coffin had yet to be made for her, the child had nowhere to rest.  She wasn't human anymore, a bed certainly wouldn't do. These things were too uncomfortable for greater beings like them. Dorian brought her to his own coffin and let her rest next to him for the time being.

Killian remained silent since (Y/n)'s transformation. He hadn’t uttered a single word since. His eyes lingered frequently on the youngling, but he presented a vacant expression, his mind adrift. Dorian didn't mind; he understood that, despite Killian's stoic exterior, the blonde vampire felt a sense of responsibility for the newly turned child. Now, he would have to think of (Y/n) before trying to leave. (Y/n) would now factor into both their lives, a reminder that Dorian intended to keep at the forefront of Killian's thoughts.

A heavy silence hung in the air, pregnant with tension as Killian's accusatory words sliced through the room like a dagger. His dark gaze bore into Dorian, carrying with it a weight of both anger and disappointment. 

"You should have left her. You never should have turned her," Killian stated firmly, his voice dripping with a foreboding darkness that resonated through the chamber.

Dorian couldn't suppress a growl of frustration that rumbled deep within his chest. He loved his companion, a bond that had been forged over countless years of shared experiences and challenges. Yet, their differing philosophies had always sparked discord. With a sarcastic hiss, he retorted, "Of course, Killian, you are absolutely right. I should have left her to wither away and crumble into the abyss of old age." The irony in his words was palpable, a thinly veiled mockery of Killian's unyielding principles.

The girl in question, still adjusting to her new existence, remained cradled in Dorian's arms, her eyes closed. Dorian hugged her tightly, his hands tenderly covering her ears in a protective gesture. He wished fervently that the newborn vampire didn't hear the words that had escaped Killian's lips, for in her eyes, he was the embodiment of virtue and goodness.

"I do not care how much you dislike this situation," Dorian sneered, the bitterness evident. "Rant and rave about it as much as you want, but don't you ever — and I mean it — say it in her presence again." The warning hung heavy in the air. “I was able to get my hands on a stake once and I will not hesitate to do it again, but this time– and I swear to all that is holy and unholy– I will make sure to complete the job.”

She didn't need to know the depth of the internal conflicts that had arisen within the very beings she would have to look up to for guidance. They were her guides, and Dorian intended to shield her from the shadows that lurked within their immortal souls.

⊱ ────── {⋆𖤐⋆} ────── ⊰

The night unfurled around (Y/n) as she awoke, grappling with the disorienting transition from a human world to the reality of her new existence. She emerged from the coffin, the memories of the nunnery, the massacres, and her transformation flooding back. She distantly realized she couldn’t feel any more pain in her leg.

The once mundane aspects of her surroundings now pulsed with life—the scents, sounds, tastes, and sensations overwhelmed her heightened senses. The onslaught of sensations became too much to bear. Blood pounded in her ears, her hands trembled, and her feet tingled. It was a whirlwind of clarity and chaos, leaving her desperate for reprieve.

She needed it to—

She gulped as her stomach churned. She felt as though a hand of ice had reached inside her chest, gripping her heart with a vice-like hold. She covered her ears, shutting out the cacophony threatening to engulf her. She just wanted it to stop.

Stop, stop, stopstop—

"(Y/n)," a voice, loud and grounding, called out to her. She winced in pain.

"Child, can you listen to me?" The voice, a lifeline amidst the turmoil, asked gently. Hesitant, she nodded, still overwhelmed and scared. "I want you to take three breaths with me. Can you do that?"

Hesitant but compliant, she followed his lead. Breathe in, breathe out—a rhythmic attempt to regain control. The creaking door and the aroma of food wafting from downstairs threatened to disrupt her focus.

"Breathe in... breathe out," he instructed, accentuating the motions. Slowly, through repetition, (Y/n) began to regain a semblance of calm. Trembling persisting, she clung to Killian, a strange calm intertwining with an unfamiliar sense of resentment.

As she followed his instructions, focusing on the simple act of breathing, the chaos within her began to subside, if only momentarily. The scent of food from downstairs, once a distraction, now mingled with the comforting presence. With each inhale and exhale, she felt herself slowly coming back to herself, the trembling lessening as a sense of control returned. Yet, beneath the calm facade, a knot of resentment twisted within her.

"I'm a monster," she confessed in a whisper, scorn lacing her words as tears traced down her face. "He made me into this."

Killian rolled circles in her back, a silent pillar of support. Dorian wasn't in the room, there was only her and the other vampire.

"I never wanted this," her voice cracked.

He enveloped her in a comforting embrace. "I know, child," he assured, his tone echoing the different emotions that enveloped them both.

The sound of approaching footsteps reached (Y/n)'s enhanced hearing moments before the door swung open. Her gaze, a defiant glare, met the vampire who entered. Despite Killian's protective arm around her shoulders, Dorian paid it no mind, smiling while cupping her face in his hand.

"How is my little fledgling tonight?" he asked in a singsong voice. "Show me your fangs, dear."

(Y/n) clenched her jaw and turned her head away in defiance. Dorian, undeterred, tightened his grip, forcing her to meet his gaze again. "Now, don't be—"

Instinctively, she bared her teeth and attempted to bite him, a surprising action even to herself. Dorian retracted his hand just in time to avoid it. Rather than anger, (Y/n) sensed amusement radiating from her sire, who rewarded her with a sharp grin, practically cackling in delight.

"Quite a feisty one, aren't you?" he commented gleefully. "Father is so proud." She glowered. "Freshen up; it is time to eat."

She left their room to go to her own quarters without a word. Anything to not be in direct contact with him. A maid had already prepared a bath for her and left, a fortunate occurrence. She was bloodied, her clothes stained by blood that had dried. The origin was unknown to her. Was it from Dorian, herself or even the nuns? She clenched her jaw, preferring not to think of that. 

She just wanted it all gone. With meticulous care, she lathered her hands with soap. She thought of Sister Gloria and of the pain she must have felt as her sire sank his fangs in her neck, draining her life force. Or maybe, as he sliced her open– or as he ripped her apart ruthlessly. Her mind buzzed, each possibility running through her head. She could still hear the screams, could still see the red. The same red covering her. As the soap bubbled between her fingers, she scrubbed furiously. It had to leave. Did he play with them before slaughtering them? Did he make them partake in his twisted version of hide and seek? Hiding until he found them and spilled all their life fluids across their haven? Was it the same fluid she had on herself now? She scrubbed, her nails digging into her skin with a desperate intensity. She needed it gone. Was that what she was forced to become now? Would her existence revolve around spilling all that blood? Would it be consumed by the red? She scrubbed, she could have missed–

Someone knocked. “Miss,” a soft, almost inaudible voice called, “the duke is requesting you.”

She looked down at the blood tainted water and stood up. She paused for an instant. With a sigh, she reached for the hand towel, her movements slow and hesitant. Once she finally dried and dressed herself, she was ready to go.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere vampire #yandere father #obsession #yandere #vampire #platonic #x reader #female reader #reader insert #child reader #yandere x reader #fanfic #stockholm syndrome #toxic relationship #abusiveness #Our girl seems to be unhealing :) #tw abuse #manipulation #(y/n) #reader isnt ok

[natashatrace]

I’ve wanted to write this drabble for ages, but the pics of Glen & his new lil pup just made it worse

hangster + becoming dads

“I’ve never held a baby before.”

At the sound of Bradley’s voice cutting through the silence in the waiting room, Jake glances over, eyebrows nearly hitting his hairline. “You — what?”

Bradley’s leg has been bouncing next to his for the last — however long. Jake doesn’t know for sure. They’ve been waiting for hours, he thinks. But now, Bradley goes eerily still, his eyes widening slightly as he meets Jake’s gaze. “I’ve never held — oh, Jake. Jake, what the fuck.”

Jake’s laughing before he can stop himself. “Jesus, Bradshaw. Our kid’s actively being born and that’s just hittin’ you now? You and your fucking timing.”

“It’s not funny!” Bradley insists, swatting the back of his hand against Jake’s thigh. “I should’ve, like. Practiced. We practiced all that swaddling and diaper changing shit, but I never just — oh my god. I’m gonna swaddle my baby and then just have to leave it there because I don’t know how to hold it. Christ.”

Jake doesn’t laugh this time, but he does grin. Squeezes his hand over Bradley’s knee as he quietly says, “We’ve faced scarier things, honey.”

Bradley swallows at that, sliding his hand beneath Jake’s on his knee so their fingers can tangle together. “I just. It’s — I just wanna be good at this.”

Jake knows. He gets it. Wants this just as badly as Bradley does, maybe more. And now, after months of hoping and wondering, it’s finally happening. He squeezes Bradley’s hand and bends to press a kiss against his shoulder through the thin cotton of his shirt.

“You already are,” he promises, voice warm. “And hey, I’ve gotten rave reviews on my baby holding skills from my nephews. I was their favorite uncle pillow when they were little.”

“Their only uncle pillow,” Bradley mutters, but he’s grinning now.

“Still counts. I’ll teach ya. And, y’know,” Jake continues, voice softening. “Kinda special, ain’t it? The first baby you ever hold is gonna be our miracle.”

Bradley hums at that, the tension finally bleeding from his shoulders. “Yeah. One of many.”

“Yeah,” Jake agrees. “Probably gonna be our favorite one so far, though.”

“Probably.”

It’s silent between them for a moment after that, their hands still clasped together tightly. Eventually, Bradley inhales and breathes out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

“We’re gonna be dads today, Jake,” he rasps, looking over to him. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit,” Jake agrees, nodding. “Holy shit.”

//

When their daughter’s placed on Bradley’s chest for the first time that morning, he immediately lifts his hands to cradle her like he’s always known how. He’s a natural. Jake knew he would be.

Jake brushes a kiss against Bradley’s cheek, reaching a hand out to thumb gently at the soft hair on their little girl’s head. Her dark eyes are already blinking closed as she snuggles in closer to Bradley’s skin.

“Rave reviews,” Bradley murmurs, shooting Jake a wink. The shine of tears in his eyes makes it a little less teasing than he’d probably like it to be.

Jake snorts out a laugh, running his finger over their daughter’s cheek. “Told ya you’d be fine. Not so scary, is it?”

Bradley swallows, smiling a little. “You kidding? Scariest thing in the world.”

“Yeah,” Jake agrees, corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. “But the best thing, too.”

“Yeah,” Bradley replies, hiding his smile against their daughter’s head. “Yeah, she is.”

#hangster #sereshaw #top gun maverick #hangman x rooster #rooster x hangman #tgm #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangmanrooster #hangman #rooster #mywriting #*tgmfic #*sereshawfic

[sugarypeas]

God(s)

I’ve never seen God in my living room

Or felt the Holy Spirit in the candlelight

Or tasted the flesh of Jesus in the bread

But I’ve known Dionysus at the rave

Gifting me a bracelet and a hug

I’ve met Artemis in the bathroom

A chaste kiss shared between two strangers

Hestia is known to me as a waitress

Warm smiles and warm food feeling like home

And Athena cradled me in her classroom

Soothing my fears of never being enough

Sweet Apollo teaches me how to sing

How to dance and be merry

And swift Hermes teaches me how to run

How to breathe and how to endure

I may never meet the father and his son

Or the holiest of ghosts

But I will hold those everyday gods and goddesses close to my hearth

And keep them in my home

~SugaryPeas

#hellenic polytheism #poetry #original poety #witchcraft #dionysus #artemis #hestia #athena #apollo #hermes

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

mafia dad jjun who's just as protective n possessive of his nanny as he is of his daughters :3

oomf this took me so long and yet it could be so much better ><

Mafia dad Yeonjun is very picky about who looks after his children. When he finds the perfect nanny, perfect in both the hours you're willing to work and for his children's needs and preferences, he pays well. He buys you a separate phone for communicating with him—just a precaution to ensure the safety of both his kids and their nanny.

He hears so much about you from his two girls who rave about you all the time that he feels as though he knows you, in some small way, before he has the time to get to know you. Eventually, when he gets the time to come home early while you're still up, the two of you talk over drinks in the kitchen. Slowly you begin to get to know each other in the flesh.

Yeonjun comes home to find the house quiet, kids put to bed already. He comes across the nanny at the kitchen table, fallen asleep while reading, and he can't help the warm smile that breaks over his face. Gently, he wakes you up and sends you to bed.

It's not long, maybe a year, until Yeonjun starts to consider you as part of the family just as his girls do. It feels natural, like a no-brainer. You're flustered when you spot a present wrapped and under the tree with your name on it that Christmas. Yeonjun's eyes and smile beam as you bumble on about how he shouldn't have.

There's one small incident wherein Yeonjun tags along on the weekly grocery shop, lifting his daughters into the cart and pushing it along happily through the aisles of produce behind you. It's quite a good system: you find the things on the list, Yeonjun takes them from the shelf and gives it to the girls who put it in the cart—perfect teamwork.

He feels so at ease, doing these mundane things with his little family. It's nice to feel as though his family is more complete again, though it's not in the traditional sense.

But all too soon, there's a phone call that he can't ignore, his blood pumping to high alert when he hears the news from his informant. He doesn't explain anything when he hangs up the phone— he can't, not here and not now—just deposits his cell into his pocket and grabs his kids. He passes the younger and lighter of his girls to you while he takes the oldest, abandoning the cart of groceries and ushering you of the shop through the entrance door.

He drives for hours until the sun has gone and darkness falls. It's only when he pulls up and parks in front of a secluded house in the middle of what feels like nowhere that he breathes easily again. The kids are asleep in the back seat and have been for a while, but you haven't asked any questions. His eyes, no longer frantic, turn to you in the darkness. He looks depleted. You can tell he has something to say, but before he can speak, you're unbuckling your seatbelt and nodding towards the children. Together, you carry the sleeping girls up to a bedroom that looks to be meant for them but yet to be used.

In the kitchen, Yeonjun unravels. He pulls you into him, the first real intimate physical contact you've had, and you feel the tension vacate his body. He sits you down and tells you everything—the full extent of his job and what he's really involved in, which he hadn't filled you in on except the bare bones of what needed to be known, the phone call, the danger. He tells you that if you want to quit, he'll understand, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes at the thought of you doing so.

He looks up as you place your hand over his, and you take the opportunity to lean in and press a tentative kiss to his lips. He cradles the back of your head, so gentle as if he doesn't want to break you but enough to keep you there so he can return the kiss, all his emotion expressed through this one action. When you part to catch your breath, you tell him you can't leave. Not when you've finally found somewhere, someone, who feels so much like home.

#moot lia ♡ #mail time 💌 #mafia dad yeonjun #girl dad yeonjun #txt imagines #txt scenarios #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Cookies (feat Gun)

Goo and Gun at the bakery for you

Goo loves you, y'know.

It has sorta become a tradition that when one of you is ill, whatever the ill person want, the ill person gets.

And you're there on your deathbed, head full of cold, with a craving for cookies. Not just any cookies, the ones from that extra special fancy little bakery you just love.

So here Goo waits.

With Gun impatiently by his side, wishing death upon Goo and death upon you because at least he would never be dragged into these mundane bullshit situations again. Why the fuck is he here when there's minors to cripple and hospitalise? Seriously, jesus fucking christ-

"Next!"

Disregarding Gun's grumbles, Goo shuffles forward and rocks excitedly back and forth.

Just one more person to serve, and then it's his turn! Only, Goo checks his watch, 5 minutes until close and there are loads left! Well, not loads loads, but there's more than a dozen. Surely enough for you and for the customer in front-

"I'll take the whole lot, please!"

What the FUCK!

"HEY!" Goo lunges just short of the aforementioned customer, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

After paying and receiving her bag of goodies, the little granny with kind eyes amplified by round glasses, smiles up sweetly at Goo.

"I'm so sorry young man. I'm seeing my family today and want to share these with my children and grandchildren. I absolutely love this place and have been raving about it. It's been so long since I've seen them so I thought I would bring a treat. Ever since my husband died-"

Goo stands there agape, seeing red as she rambles on. Who the fuck cares, you just bought all the fucking cookies.

Respect your elders? He swears he will sock that old bitch in the mouth. He hopes she and the rest of her whole family chokes on those delicious cookie crumbs!

"YOU OLD HAG-"

Gun immediately clamps a hand around Goo's idiot mouth and holds him back.

With Goo struggling in his arms, he gives the friendly granny a polite nod as she waddles away with her bag full of baked goods; blissfully ignorant and not knowing how close she was to getting slapped by an irate blonde.

.

.

Outside the bakery, the sun is shining, there's a gentle autumn breeze, and the evening is beautiful.

Goo doesn't feel the sun. He doesn't feel the breeze.

The sun is shit and the breeze is shit and the evening is shit. He lives in darkness now, he doesn't deserve your love, he can never be happy again.

Dejectedly cradling his bag of crap, he wonders how he could go home to face you, his beloved. He bought what he could, some deliciously sweet and overpriced monstrosities, but it's not a cookie.

Really, Goo should thank his lucky stars that the main cause of grief in his life are goddamn fucking cookies. But.

It's still not a cookie. It's not what you asked for.

What if your sniffly nose and sore throat took a turn and you're dying? What if you're actually dead right now and the last thing you wanted was a cookie and he couldn't do that for you?

"Hey," Gun elbows him, snapping him out of his distress, "Look."

Literally standing a few metres away appears to be a father and daughter. He's wiping crumbs from her mouth, and- what's that in her hands?! Goo's eyes hone in on her little bag of cookies like a hawk.

"KID!!" he screeches, jumping over and crouching down to her height as she stares at this funny, weird man.

"How many cookies you got left?"

She peers into her bag, takes her time counting, then holds up four fingers, "Four!"

"How about I trade you this," Goo opens his bag of baked goods, "For your cookies?"

The little girl shakes her head, pigtails following the movement.

"Kid, don't you know these are more expensive." Another shake, "AND SEE! Icing! Sprinkles! Don't you kids love icing and sprinkles?"

The little girl shakes her head once more and Goo's eyes bug out.

For fuck's sake. Gun pinches the bridge of his nose, considering punting the kid or Goo, whoever is closest.

Whatever.

Taking a deep breath and ignoring Goo, who is on the verge of tears and a mental breakdown, Gun opts for the logical choice and approaches the father instead.

"This guy," Gun points at Goo, now wallowing pathetically on the ground, "Will give you 100,000 won for those cookies."

Seriously?! Just as Dad is about to say fuck yes, he takes a step back and eyes them up. Their impeccably tailored designer suits, their excrutiatingly expensive watches, their general aura of 'fuck you' money-

"500,000."

Gun shrugs, it's not his cash, "Deal."

Heh, suckers. Dad squats down to his daughter. With the experience of being on the wrong end of a screaming tantrum one too many times, he promises toys and TV time and whatever the hell she wants, in exchange for the bag of cookies.

Obediently, and with a peppy smile, she hands them over to him.

Dad holds the bag out in one hand to Gun, and pointedly, his other cash-less palm.

Gun nudges Goo, currently rolling around forlornly on the floor, with his foot, "Pony up, you fucking moron."

Holy shit, Goo could kiss Gun right now. Goo springs up in joy.

Finally! These motherfucking cookies!

Is that the warmth of the sun he can feel? The refreshing breeze? And isn't this evening magical-

Hold the fuck on. Unwelcome clarity slams into him. Five hundred fucking thousand won?!

With tears in his eyes, Goo digs out his wallet and forks over the cash.

#ok srsly last one today. sorry for all the posts #this one is #i dont even know #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #goo kim x reader #goo kim #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo #gun park #park jonggun #wannaeatramyeon

[leezlelatch]

Copia x Reader: Lightweight

These anons share a very big brain, so I decided to combine the two and answer in one go!

Reader

✨- Okay, you might be a little drunk. You might be a lot drunk. But you just had a couple, you're fine, everything is bubbly and warm and Terzo said he had a funny idea and Lucifer preserve you, it's Copia.

✨- You half run, half stumble into him, his arms going around your waist tightly as you giggle at him, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the euphoria of being up close and personal with the most beautiful man in existence. His eyes are wide as he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours, a crooked grin stretching across his freckled face as he coos, "Eccoti, mio ​​piccolo peso leggero. I think you have had enough, si?"

✨- You glance around at the ongoing party, watching as Aether and Omega lift Terzo head first into a vat of vodka while Secondo dances with several siblings nearby. Primo sits in a cloud of smoke completely zen on a pile of pillows. The party was just getting started! A gentle hand grabs your chin as your attention is turned back to your date, thumb stroking a loving pattern below your lip.

"How about we go back to our rooms, hmm? Cuddles?" He bribes with a wink.

✨- Copia guides you through the hall, an arm around your waist while his other hand gently cradles one of yours. He leans to pepper a quick succession of kisses against the side of your face, the kissy noises making you laugh and sigh dreamily, singing his title. You feel him smile against your skin. He's so enraptured with you, his amore sciocco, tipsy and blushing, loose tongued with your praises that nearly bring tears to his eyes.

✨- Copia ushers you into the room, settling you down and removing your shoes, pressing delicate kisses to your ankles. He makes sure to grab plenty of water and pain relief for the morning as well as one of his shirts that you slip into with a happy, contented sigh that cradles his heart and squeezes until he can do nothing but lay beside you and pull you close, whispering his eternal love.

"Copia?" You ask, closing your eyes as the room spins just a little. "How many did I have?"

He sighs, "One."

Copia

🐀- As soon as he sees those fun colored drinks, Copia knows he has to try them. Which turns into trying several. He stands at the bar, leaning heavily against it as his finger presses into a droplet of condensation that runs down his empty glass.

"Another," he hiccups, not even loud enough for the bartender to hear him.

Secondo scowls beside him, he and his brothers having come out with you and Copia. He didn't intend on playing babysitter to the younger man.

"You have had enough," he growls, grabbing Copia and dragging him back to the table where you sit, depositing him in a chair with an unceremonial, "He is your problem."

🐀- Copia sits for several seconds in a daze, staring at his hands in his lap until your voice rouses him. His head snaps up and the most delighted gasp escapes him as he blearily takes you in. His amore. His beloved. His one and only. This is a touch-starved man who suddenly has all his inhibitions taken away with a few well-put-back drinks, and he is all over you in seconds. His nose is practically smashed against your cheek as he nuzzles into you, his lips moving against your skin. You can just make out slurred Italian, "Sei così bello. Non ti merito. Dolcezza mio, amore mio, mi ami? Ti amo tanto."

🐀- Copa takes you around the room and introduces you to complete strangers, raving about how you're his, that you chose to be with him. That he plans to be with you forever. He takes this all the way to the car, keeping you firmly in his lap as he leans over the back of the driver's seat to speak to Aether.

"Do you see them, amico mio? Do you see the absolute gift I've been given?"

"Yes, we've met," Aether responds dryly.

"But you do not understand," Copia insists. "I am so in love."

Copia then proceeds to bawl his eyes out while clutching you to him in the backseat of this car.

🐀- You have to drag him inside, his crying now turned to incredibly loud Italian singing. Maybe it's a love song? You aren't entirely sure, and you're tired, but you'd give the whole world to this man if he let you. Even drunk out of his mind, he's perfect to you. Your Copia. The man who you would gladly spend the rest of your life with. Getting him inside is difficult as he leans heavily against you, but you eventually dump him on your shared bed, his legs hanging off the end.

"Amore, where are you?" He groans at the ceiling, an arm over his eyes. The light was too bright. "I am so drunk." He giggles.

🐀- With much difficulty, you help him get undressed and climb into bed with him, letting him curl into your side, his head tucked against you. You cart your fingers through his hair, humming softly, and feel him press little kisses to your neck.

"I’m going to ask you to marry me," he says sleepily, his eyes closed.

You glance down at him, eyes wide, but he's already snoring.

Tomorrow is sure going to be interesting.

#the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #copia #papa iv #copia headcanons #papa iv headcanons #papa iv imagine #copia imagine #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #poorly translated italian #drinking