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redpoodlern · 3 years

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Open Your Eyes

Pairing: Neron “Creeper” Vargas x me! ( okay- female reader) & other Mayans x OC (mostly just mentioned)

Word Count: 1,938 😮

Summary: you’re injured while Creeper is on a run & chaos ensues

Warnings: cursing, blood, trauma, depression, sweet Creeper ♥️

Author’s Note: So this started as a dream that did not have a happy ending and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I didn’t want to write that but did want to try writing something so… be gentle. Somewhat edited but mostly not.

Walking over to the window, Creeper watched Riz, Taza, and Bishop dragging your friends Viv, Bri, and Nicole away from the hospital. He knew it was only a matter of time before Alexa showed up more than likely with Nestor in tow. Creeper and his Mayan brothers had developed a truce of sorts with Nestor since the man insisted on always accompanying Alexa around them but they weren’t happy about it. Speaking of Happy, Creeper sent a silent wish that your Reaper friend didn’t appear.

Moving back towards the hospital bed, Creeper dropped into the chair and reached for your hand while attempting to avoid dislodging the IV. Just like your friends, he hated seeing you like this. He had tried to convince them this wasn’t their fault just as much as they had tried to convince him but he knew, none of them believed it.

They swore they didn’t know your ex was in town and you sure as hell hadn’t told him. He would have taken care of that problem if he had known. Rubbing his other hand over his bald head, Creeper acknowledged his guilt over leaving you alone this past week.

“I should have fucking stayed here with you, baby girl. The guys could have handled the fucking run without me,” he whispered. “I need you to come back to me, please.”

But he couldn’t help but wonder if you had known your ex was back and kept it from everyone. Watching the blood run through the tubing into your vein, Creeper thought back to the last time he had seen you.

“Y/N, where you at, baby?” he yelled as he walked through the house.

Hearing no response, he quickly moved from room to room finally locating you in the bedroom. You were curled up in the fetal position blankly staring at the wall with tears rolling down your face. Climbing into the bed beside you, Creeper pulled you into his arms pushing your face against his chest.

“I gotcha, baby girl” he murmured repeatedly holding you close and just letting you cry.

He’d seen this before with you and knew you wouldn’t open up until you were ready. When he felt you trying to pull away, Creeper looked down at your face and kissed away the remaining traces of your tears. He knew what your response would be but he tried anyway.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked watching as you shook your head no.

“I’ll be okay,” you said as you attempted unsuccessfully to move out of his arms. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Creeper held you close.

After a few minutes of silence, he announced that he would call Bishop and let him know that he needed to stay here instead of joining the club on the planned run. You had immediately pushed him away saying, “No, the club needs you”.

Shaking his head at you, Creeper responded “My queen needs me”.

You had smiled as you leaned towards him laughing and teasingly said, “Your queen?”.

Pulling you on top of him, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips before replying, “Baby girl, you are forever my queen”.

Laughing, you sought his lips and wrapped yourself around him as he rolled you underneath him. In the end, you had insisted that he go on the run and he had relented after your promise to call him if you needed anything.

But of course, you hadn’t called him. Or your friends. Or even Nestor. Or Happy. And now, you were unconscious in a hospital bed. While he sat here, waiting and watching for you to come back to him.

Placing a kiss on your hand, Creeper scanned your face wincing at the scattered bruising and the large white dressing to your scalp. The only positive he could see right now was that your color no longer matched the white dressing.

Feeling his phone’s vibration, Creeper pulled it out and glanced at it seeing that Angel & Gilly had located your ex. Anger surged through him as he fought the desire to rush out and kill the motherfucker himself. Only his need to stay with you kept him from rushing out the door.

The doctor had said you could wake up anytime and Creeper was determined to be here when that happened. He’d also used words like “traumatic brain injury” and “post-concussion syndrome” as if Creeper knew what that fucking entailed. They sounded scary as fuck but he could deal with that if you would just wake up.

Sending them a quick message to stay with him and update Bishop, Creeper watched and willed you to wake up. You had been unconscious since the ambulance brought you in 3 hours ago. Nicole had arrived to pick you up at 7 pm and she had talked to you about 45 minutes before to confirm so it had been almost 4 hours since you lost consciousness, why weren’t you waking up? Maybe the doctors had missed a test.

This couldn’t be normal, he thought. Did your fingers just move?

Creeper stilled as he whispered, “Open those beautiful eyes, baby girl. I need you to just open them for me”.

A loud voice in the hallway announced the arrival of Alexa. Looking out the glass, Creeper saw her arguing with your nurse while Nestor silently stood at her back staring the nurse down. He watched Alexa glance around then rush into the room with, of course, Nestor on her heels. He watched her rush over to your bedside and gasp at your appearance while Nestor stood by the door.

“Did you know he was in town?”Creeper asked quietly looking over at Alexa.

Shaking her head no, she stammered, “What? Who? Eric? He is? No. I. I had no clue”.

With a sigh, Creeper muttered, “Of course”.

“Wait. You think she knew and kept it from us all? And he did this?” she asked as she held his gaze.

Opening his mouth to reply, Creeper was interrupted by Nestor softly saying, “She’s awake”.

Glancing down, Creeper smiled as your eyes darted between him and Alexa before settling on him as he leaned towards you.

“Welcome back, baby girl, ” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As your doctor and nurse rushed in, Nestor escorted Alexa out of the room. Creeper watched as your doctor questioned you and couldn’t hide his relief as you correctly stated your name as well as his and that you were in Santo Padre. He cringed as he watched your distress at learning you had been injured in an attack that you had no memory of. He tried to listen as the doctor explained you had suffered a traumatic brain injury and what recovery would look like but all he could concentrate on was you. You were awake but the more the doctor talked the more agitated you looked. Your eyes were darting around the room as if looking for an escape and you had a tight hold on his hand. Finally, the doctor stopped talking as his pager went off.

Without a word, he left the room as the nurse told you, “It’s going to be okay. Just try to relax. Take this one step at a time and I have no doubts that your man will help you every step of the way considering he hasn’t left your side. Call me if you need anything. I'm going to let them in,” she gestured to the crowd that had appeared outside the glass.

“Normally, I wouldn't allow that many at a time but I think you need all your friends and family right now,” she added as she comforting rubbed your shoulder.

Without taking his eyes off you, Creeper asked the nurse to have your friends and his brothers give the two of you some time before coming in.

“Baby-

“I. I don’t under. Under, ” you broke off as your eyes widened. “I don’t know how to finish that, ” you cried. “It’s right there but I can’t.”

“Babygirl, it’s okay, ” he comforted. “Look at me.”

Placing his fingers under your chin, he lifted your face so you looked into his eyes. “I love you, baby girl. Only 3 things matter right now. You opened your eyes. I was so fucking afraid I'd never see those beautiful eyes again. I love you and you love me, right?”

At your nod, Creeper smiled, “It will be okay then. Whatever fucking happens. You and me. We will fucking figure this shit out together.”

Pulling you close for a hug, Creeper’s smile grew when you softly whispered into his neck, “I love you” before gently placing a kiss there.

As you settled back into your bed, Creeper nodded toward the glass. He wasn’t surprised to see his brothers allow your friends in first. He moved away from the bed as your friends quickly surrounded you.

Eyes on you, he heard his brothers approach.

“Coco, Angel, Gilly, and EZ are questioning him, ” Bishop quietly said. “So far, he’s denying it”.

Creeper groaned as he heard the raspy voice ask, “Who’s denying what?”

Glancing at Happy, Creeper, not for the first time, questioned your friendship with him but he couldn’t deny Happy cared about you.

Turning towards him, he got in Happy’s face and asked, “ Did you know Eric was back?” Only his eyes gave away Happy’s guilt.

“You should have fucking told me. I never would have fucking left her alone, ” Creeper spat as he inched even closer. Both Bishop and Taza attempted to pull Creeper back but he held his ground.

“She didn’t know,” Happy growled. Creeper took a step back as he shook his head looking around noticing Riz had moved closer, Nestor looked confused and you were upset.

“Fuck,” he bit out as he moved back towards you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked as he sat next to you on the bed pulling you close.

“Why...” You paused closing your eyes and cringing before starting again, “Wha. What’s going on? Neron, I s. sa, ” you starting crying and shaking your head. “You and Happy ar. ar. fi. fi. Fuck”.

“Just a misunderstanding, little girl. Nothing to worry about,” Happy rasped.

“Re. Real. Really, ” you croaked out looking between the two men.

“Have we ever lied to you?” Happy responded as Creeper groaned.

“I. I. I don’t know, ” you wailed. Nodding his head towards the door, Creeper held you while everyone filed out of the room. Except Happy. The fucker took the seat beside your bed as if he belonged there.

Saying a silent prayer for patience, Creeper looked over at Happy who was frowning at you. “What happened? ” Happy asked nodding at you.

“Traumatic brain injury. She doesn’t remember the attack and other shit like words or events, ” Creeper quietly answered.

“Fuck, ” Happy bit out as he got up and stormed out of the room.

“I’m sorry, baby. It was just a misunderstanding. Happy and I are fine, ” he murmured as he pressed kisses to your head.

“You. You. Go. Too, ” you stammered as Creeper frowned at you.

“No, baby-”.

“I. Ca. Ca. Words, ” you interrupted as he held you closer.

“I love you, baby girl. I'm not going anywhere, ” he replied.

“Too mu. Much. Me. Club, ” you choked.

“Baby. Look at me. I’m not going anywhere. Remember, what we agreed. You and me, ” Creeper said as he looked into your eyes.

Fighting back your fears, you smiled at him, took a deep breath, and answered carefully enunciating each word, “You. And. Me.”

Tagging: @yosoynicolexo @lexondeck @newyorkrican922 @fangirl-life

Thanks for the encouragement, ladies! 🥰😘

#mayans mc fanfic #neron creeper vargas x me!#creeper vargas x me!#neron creeper vargas x reader #creeper vargas x reader

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olicity-prompts-by-erica · 2 years

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taylor's version

(Title prompt from Lettie)

OC named Taylor has a gossip/media-reacts type YouTube channel called Taylor's Version that's fairly popular and the latest story to catch her attention is her absolute certainty that Oliver Queen is hopelessly in love with his EA

she Will die on this hill (but she makes sure to emphasize it's her opinion and she doesn't support any harassment to any party involved we are not creepers in this house)

Taylor's cause of death: Oliver Queen interview where he's asked about his and Felicity's relationship and casually responds "Taylor's Version is pretty accurate"

(Thea's definitely the one that showed them the olicity-centric videos cuz she loves to meddle)

#olicity #olicity prompt #au #canon-div #...crack fic prompt brought to you by Taylor Swift breaking my brain mayhaps...?

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spencer-is-amazing · 5 years

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Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Length: 2.5k~

Warnings: Smut

Chapter 1: The Beginning (x)

Chapter 2: The End

May 15, 2017- 3 years before the Apocalypse

“-And remember class, that paper on Huck Finn is due next Thursday, beginning of class and not a moment later. I’ll be out of town this weekend so any questions you have will just have to wait until Monday. Have a good weekend kids!”

Julie smiled to herself and packed up her folder and thick binder, stuffing them in the black backpack and hitching the heavy appendage onto her shoulder with a huff. She made her way out of the now empty classroom to give a warm smile to Chloe, her friend of only a year but really her only friend.

Chloe was nothing like Julie; Chloe liked to talk about all the things she liked to do with boys in the locker room and Julie liked to spend time with her mom at the Hotel Cortez, checking the book records of old inhabitants and walking through the empty halls.

She thought it was fun; it was exciting to touch the old wooden doors and feel like the queen of her own castle.

“Hey Chloe, how was class?”

Chloe flipped her hair over her exposed shoulder and smirked; “Got a B+ on my Chem paper and Mr. Johnson promised me some extra credit later this weekend.”

Julie had stopped trying to talk her friend out of fucking teachers, seeing as she would typically run to the principal and get them fired/arrested. Chloe saw it as justice and Julie couldn’t say she was wrong.

Though Julie never knew how Chloe always seemed to know which ones were the creepers; just luck she guessed.

Chloe inquired Julie about her weekend, which included doing absolutely nothing aside from staring out her window and wishing she had more friends. It only sucked sometimes to have close to no friends, but she just needed to be out of high school before she could really bloom.

“Well, my dad is picking me up, sure you don’t need a ride?”

Julie waved her off, “Nah, I’m good. It’s always fun to catch up on new music on my way home.”

She’d never tell Chloe the real reason why she enjoyed her walks home. She’d come across the famous Murder House a year ago, and she loved it. It was a big luxurious house that was something out of the story books and it made her feel like a princess.

And the stories were true; there were dead people in that house. One of the girls, Violet, told her that if you died there, then your spirit was trapped forever, that you could never leave.

Violet had said the house killed her and her family, a ghost boy Tate had been responsible for her pain and suffering and that he too was still there. Julie had asked if the house was going to kill her, and a grown man had stepped forward and said she would never be hurt under his watch.

So every so often, Julie found herself at the steps of the Murder House, just like today. It was cloudy and she enjoyed the feel of the wind on her skin.

There was a kick to her step as she opened the doors, frowning when there were no ghosts in sight. Usually they would see her coming from the windows and come to greet her, so this was odd.

“Violet? Mr. Harmon? Hello?” There was no answer. “Tate? Anybody?”

Julie stopped in the living room, eyes widening at the sight of the dead woman on the couch, and the identical copy sitting right next to her.

“Ah, so you return. My children have told me much about you.”

Julie tried to take a step back but something kept her in place. She couldn’t run but she refused to back down. She was a ghost; she couldn’t actually do anything to her- well… she could kill Julie, but Mr. Harmon said he would protect her.“I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“No, we haven’t. I’m Constance Langdon, Tate’s mother.” Constance turned to look at her corpse, “I couldn’t live in this world anymore Julie. So I came here, where I can live on and be the mother I was meant to be.”

Julie watched her pick up her amber glass and down it in one gulp, “Now tell me child, why are you here? Hm?”

Julie had no reason to lie. “Nothing in particular. The ghosts are kind to me and it makes me feel less lonely.”

And that was the truth, they were like friends that actually found her interesting and were always there.

But Constance clearly disagreed. She threw her glass against the wall and stood on shaky legs, stumbling towards Julie’s frozen form and gripping the smaller girls shoulders with her sharp nails.

Julie should’ve been able to smell the alcohol on her breath but then again, Constance was dead, but she could sure as hell feel those nails digging into her shoulders.

“You need to get out of this house and never come back.” Constance shoved her away and sprawled Julie on the floor. “I see the same evil in you that I saw in my grandson.”

Julie watched as what looked like realization entered the old woman’s eyes and suddenly her old aged face was much too close, though instead of anger, her eyes were full of pain.

Those nails lifted up Julie by her dark thick sweater and whispered in her ear, “He will find you, and you must run. Save yourself Julie March.”

She didn’t understand what she meant, or what she was supposed to do. Who was her grandson? And what kind of evil was in him? Or better yet… what evil was in her?

There were so many things she wanted to ask but both women froze at the sound of footsteps.

“Grandma?”

She was there, on the floor of the living room with Constance leaning over her, and in the next moment she was outside the kitchen door, watching it slam shut and lock her out. She wasn’t stupid enough to wait around and see Constance’s grandson; that was an evil she was better off not knowing.

She sprinted to the street and the whole way home, hiding away in her room and curling up on her bed.

Julie wasn’t going to lie and say that hadn’t made her scared. Her hands splayed out in front of her eyes, tracing the lines that were meant to tell your future. Did her lines say anything about an evil in her life?

A ding from her pocket had her fingers scrabbling to get her phone, a message from Chloe reading ‘you home?’

She texted back a quick ‘yeah’ before stuffing her phone under her pillow and gazing out the window. The house next door had been empty so long, she hoped no one bought it anytime soon, they’d think she was a creep for always watching.

But behold, two months later the house sold, and instead of having the view of a dark empty room, there was a boy in there now. She never really got a good view of him, and she never saw him leave the house. It was like he didn’t exist.

“Hey mom?”

“Hm?”

“Have you met the neighbors? I think there’s someone my age in the room across from mine. Have you seen him?”

Jessie March looked at her daughter with a smile that could rival the beating sun, “Of course I have dear. His name is Michael and his Aunt is Miriam. Lovely woman Miriam, bit hard on the face but I think I might invite her to Lydia’s book club this weekend, you know, really show her the neighbors. And if she says yes then maybe you and Michael can get to know each other. How does that sound?”

Julie picked at her eggs and ignored her mom’s questioning gaze, “What if he doesn’t like me? Or what if I say something stupid?”

Jessie March scoffed and bit into her crunch toast square, “Well, just thinking that he wouldn’t like you is quiet stupid, and I swear to you Julie, that boy will adore you.”

“Whatever you say mom.” Her mother took a sip of cold OJ, “I’m just saying baby, you can’t just sit around and wait for Chloe every weekend to drag of to do something ridiculous. You need other people in your life.”

Her daughter was silent as she finished off her fluffy white eggs, “And who knows, you may need him just as much as he needs you.”

“Whatever you say mom.” Jessie stood up and patted her Julie on the head, ruffling the already messy strands of brown hair. Her heels clicked as she took both of their plates and put them in the sink, and made a sneer at the overflowing trashcan.

“Before you go can you empty the trash? Don’t want to get rats like last time.”

Last summer when Jessie March had left town for a week on a Business venture in Seattle, Julie had had the house to herself and had not once taken out the trash, leading to an infestation in the basement and kitchen cupboards. They’d had to call an exterminator and Julie had been grounded for a week.

“Sure thing.” She stood and stretch, rubbing her full belly before grabbing engorged trash bin and hauling it out the front door, groaning at the bright rays of sun that hit her skin. She hated the warmer months, wishing that the world would stay cold.

A huff of gratitude left her lips when the bag was officially dropped in, the lid closing with a slam. Her eyes watched the empty streets, finding no one out and not a single car in any driveway. A thought that perhaps there was a farmers market close came and went, it was odd.

“Would you be a dear and get me some lemonade?”

“Yes Ms. Mead.”

Julie March turned in time to watch the front door to the neighbor’s house close, leaving her eyes to turn to the short stout dark dressed woman who was without a doubt Miriam Mead.

She looked mean, the dark lipstick and pitch black hair made her think of everything dark in the world packed into one woman. Miriam Mead raised her hand in a wave, “Hey Neighbor!”

Julie gave a shy wave and sprinted as fast as an Olympian into the house, shutting her own door just as the sound of the neighbors door opening echoed through her ears. Her hands shook, her ears were ringing and she ignored her moms questioning look as her legs carried her to her room.

The lock on the door clicked shut and her body shook, but instead of any fear or uncertainty it was a hot burning desire that rang through her lower half.

She groaned and moaned “Are you kidding me?”

Masturbation was such a Chloe thing; her friend had given her a bright pink vibrator last year and said she needed to loosen up once in a while. It was still in its original box in the closet on the upper shelf, hidden from sight.

But out of sight yet not out of mind and Julie scrambled to her closet and thanked the heavens that it came with batteries. She scrambled to get off her sleep pants and panties- shirt and bra as well cause her nipples were crazy sensitive- and placed herself near the headboard.

The pink vibrator was thick and short and the box mostly talked about clitoral stimulation, and she clicked the power button onto the lowest setting. It was a nice hard buzz that had her biting her lip, running the vibe along her hardening nipples and letting out a soft moan. Her soft fingers pinched the other one with a groan.

She would never tell a soul that she wished a man would lean over and suck her tits until they were raw and her voice was hoarse with pleas for him to stop but he would never give in, taking everything she had to offer. She wondered if Michael would suck her tits till they bled.

The vibrator skimmed her love handled tummy and along the thin stretch marks, eventually reaching her glistening pussy. There was very little hair; Chloe had gotten her into shaving.

Julie never did this and she should’ve taken it slow, but instead she placed the head of the buzz right on her clit, arching up at the buzz of pleasure streaming down her legs. It was electricity, the power of the gods were striking her very core and making her weak. Would Michael feast on her as if she were his last meal?

Why was he in her thoughts, why could she see behind her eyelids a man with hair as gold as sun but eyes as dark as night, watching her with a lust she’d never know? Was this Michael? Was he a sinner standing before a sin?

Her finger clicked to the next setting and she tried not to scream; it just felt so fucking good.

Her eyes closed once more and he was there again, closer this time, close enough to touch. Her hands wanted to reach out and feel him, but her bones were stuck in place, her thighs wide and open for him to take.

“Please, touch me.” He smirked at her and moved like wind, his touch being all too real. Her eyes opened and a scream nearly left her throat at the blonde haired boy looming over her, mouth suckling her nipple as if she was his last meal.

He was real- he had to be- and his hand ripped the vibrator from her pussy and moved down her body, gazing at the glistening wetness before him. It was his to taste, only his.

This time she did scream when his tongue circled her clit, nibbling on the sensitive bud as if it were a pesky grape attached to a vine. He hungered for her sweet cunt, wanting her juices to flow into a cup that only he could drink from. He craved her.

“Mich-Michael, please, please.” He didn’t relent, feasting with a fury that rivaled a rabid dog, hands holding her plush thighs in place as he took everything she had to offer.

She was nearing her release when he pulled back, forcing a sob from her throat, why was he being cruel when she was so close?

Michael crawled up her body and gazed at her red bitten lips with lust in his eyes, wishing this would never end. But all good things did.

She came with a scream as he bit into her left nipple with a pain blossoming across her chest. Tears fell as her body collapsed on her sheets; bleary eyes watching the golden haired boy wipe away her watery cheeks.

He placed a kiss on her cheek as her eyes shut, hand caressing her soft warm cheeks with an adoration she would soon come to crave with every breath.

According to her clock, Julie awoke 3 hours later, fully clothed and under the covers. A gasp echoed the room as the memories came back; Michael had been in her room and he’d touched her in ways she’d never been touched.

But had that been real? It couldn’t have been…

“Ow…the hell?” Her hand pulled down her sleep shirt, eyes widening at the massive bruising surrounding her left nipple.

It had been real, and the worst part was, she craved more.

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artxans · 4 years

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1, 4, 8, and 9 for aba, xandra, and asta ☺️

I don’t know about you but I’m feeling a party theme here and I like it!

1: What is their favourite place to hide in a hide-and-go-seek game?Aba: Behind a curtain.Xandra: Any where that’s heigh up or looks impossible for a person to be insideAsta: Behind a door.

4: Where would they most likely be in a party?Aba: Probably sat at a table by himself with some drink and food. Thinking how it’s too peoplely. Only a certain few can sit at the table without him leaving.Xandra: Can be found either hanging around friends or s/o, by the snacks dancing with some food or chilling on the sidelines. Likes dancing but won’t be in the centre often.Asta: Mingling with everyone or sleeping in a corner. Abaddon’s probably balanced weird things on his face at this point.8: If they are going out partying, what would your OC(s) look like?trashAba: t-shirt with some crude saying on, leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans and creepers. Xandra: Probably found a cape to go with her leather pencil skirt, black lace top, tights and red boots.Asta: Black t-shirt under half buttoned shirt, black denim jacket, black skinny jeans and black boots. Probably wearing shades too. (They’re squadding with their black leather theme apparently)

9: What is their go to karaoke song?Aba: Just a day / FeederXandra: Teenage dirtbag / Wheetus Asta: I want to be free / QueenAba will have to be drunk for him to sing a karaoke. The other two are very happy to do without a drink in them.———————————-

OC ASKS

#I lack any karaoke song knowledge #I picked what it is in my itunes #these guys just dress the same huh #obeymechaos #obey me oc #xandra #abaddon #astaroth #oc asks

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nerd-takes-pony-town · 5 years

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Newly made list! Down below is what they respectively are:

Crowned Crane (Land)

Crowned Crane (Swim)

Red Flamingo (Land)

Red Flamingo (Swim)

Cagney Carnation (Cuphead)

Hilda Berg (Cuphead)

Blusang Lyndwyrm (Dragon Cave)

Pillow Dragon ♀ (Dragon Cave)

Pillow Dragon ♂ (Dragon Cave)

??? (FNAF[VR])

einnoB gnirpS/Nightmare Mode Spring Bonnie (FNAF[VR])

Foxy (FNAF[1])

Fredbear Plush (FNAF[4])

Funtime Foxy (FNAF[SL])

Lolbit (FNAF[SL])

Mangle (FNAF[2])

Mangle w/2nd Head (FNAF[2])

Rockstar Foxy (FNAF[FFPS])

Spring Bonnie (FNAF[VR])

Anti-Cosmo (Fairly OddParents)

Bubsy (Bubsy/Games)

Petunia (HTF)

Light Fury (HTTYD)

Light Fury w/Hidden World Patterns (HTTYD)

Night Fury (HTTYD)

Night Fury w/Hidden World Patterns (HTTYD)

Toothless (HTTYD)

Edvrian Frittles Ribbleton w/Bi and Genderfluid flag (ID)

Edvrian Frittles Ribbleton (ID)

Edvrian Frittles Ribbleton in Swim Suit (ID)

Joshua (Joshua and the Promised Land)

Joshua+Tail (Joshua and the Promised Land)

Monkey Moose (Joshua and the Promised Land)

Monkey Moose+Tail (Joshua and the Promised Land)

Hikuo (Khontauha Worker Male)

Lhoman (Khontauha Alpha Male)

Nyouli (Khontauha Alpha Female)

Tikuto (Khontauha Worker Female)

Creeper (Minecraft)

Steve (Minecraft)

Steve w/Sword (Minecraft)

"Violet" [Post-Queen Bee Vexus in disguise] (Mlaatr)

Commander Smytus (Mlaatr)

Krackus (Mlaatr)

Queen Vexus [Pre-Queen Bee] (Mlaatr)

Queen Vexus w/Scarf [Pre-Queen Bee] (Mlaatr)

Snarus (Mlaatr)

Vega (Mlaatr)

Vega w/wings (Mlaatr)

Vexus [Post-Queen Bee] (Mlaatr)

Vexus w/Scarf [Post-Queen Bee] (Mlaatr)

XJ-9/Jenny Wakeman (Mlaatr)

Aviator/Mighty No. 6 (Nighty No. 9)

Dyantron/Mighty No. 3 (Mighty No. 9)

The Mole (Ozzy & Drix)

Axolhyt (OC)

Captain Wheatlad (OC)

Captain Wheatlad w/Sword (OC)

Cyrshal (Active) (OC)

Cyrshal (Dormant) (OC)

Greishu (OC)

Ikarus (OC)

Lhituko (OC)

Loch Nessy (Land) (OC)

Loch Nessy (Swim) (OC)

Drixenol (Osmosis Jones)

Drixenol w/Bi Scarf and Flower Crown (Osmosis Jones)

Osmosis Jones (Osmosis Jones)

Osmosis Jones w/Glasses (Osmosis Jones)

Osmosis Jones w/o Jacket (Osmosis Jones)

Osmosis Jones w/Bi Scarf and Flower Crown (Osmosis Jones)

Thrax (Osmosis Jones)

Thrax w/Fever Horn (Osmosis Jones)

Thrax w/Glasses (Osmosis Jones)

Thrax w/Glasses and Fever Horn (Osmosis Jones)

Slenderman (Other)

Slenderman w/Horn (Other)

Waldo (Where’s Waldo book version)

Angel (Rock & Rule)

Mok Swagger (Rock & Rule)

Omar (Rock & Rule)

Manul/Palla's Cat (Real Life)

Cynder (The Legend of Spyro)

Ripto (Spyro the Dragon)

Spyro (The Legend of Spyro Counterpart)

Infinite without Mask (Sonic Forces)

Infinite with Mask (Sonic Forces)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Tack the Cobbler (The Thief and The Cobbler)

Tack the Cobbler w/o Tail (The Thief and The Cobbler)

Goose (Land) (Untitled Goose Game)

Goose (Swim) (Untitled Goose Game)

Krall Elite (Unreal)

Krall (Unreal)

Predator (Unreal)

Prisoner 849 (Unreal)

Skaarj (Unreal)

Bobse

#pony town #pony.town #lps100 derps

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our-simmml · 4 years

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有个项目，说死后会到一个地狱位面，忍受没有任何新事物的折磨，想问一下这是哪个项目，这个位面有正式名称吗？

oc by @zoelazzeri

#my art #my oc #dr.shu yi #shu yi #me #scp oc #scp foundation #contryhumans #score creeper #sona oc #queen god scerpter #scp 5111

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raven1aris · 5 years

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Au idea

Ok, so I had this great idea for a bnha au. I call it the Dead Heroes au. Why? Because essentially most of the heroes and villains in normal canon world are switched, like if you were a hero, you're now a villain. But with a twist.

Heroes have to be public about who they are, or at least to police. However police work in tandem with villains so most heroes get killed off. So, most do gooders become vigilantes and help people that way, while also staying alive too.

Some individuals didnt become villains, despite the switch, mostly due to me thinking they'd be better set as vigilantes than villains in this verse. And vise versa, with a few staying villains. Also, you'll notice theres a lot of characters I dont mention. That's cause they died. Yep, lots of characters died. Sorry about that.

Also, please note I messed around with ages, so dont worry about that cause I confused myself trying to keep track.

*Vigilantes/"heroes"*

Build-a-byte : Yaomomo

"X" : Bakougou - incapable of speech

Brainwave : Shinsou

Copycat : Monoma

Pyre : Dabi

Dust : Shigaraki

School Girl : Toga

Portal : Kurogiri

Spindle : Spinner

Drone : Kaminari - undercover as a villain

Jinx : Jirou

All Once : All for one - hiatus?/retired?

Cross and Margin :(oc)River and Stain - retired

Villains

All Might - you know who it is

Deku - you know who it is

Erasure : Aizawa

Fiver : Kendo

Frogger : Tsuyu

Vulture : Hawks

Shadow Creeper : Tokiyami and Dark Shadow

Mongrel : Vlad King

Tempest : Shouto Todoroki

Flare : Endeavor

King and Queen : Natsuo and Fuyumi

Screech : Present Mic

Overhaul - yeah hes the same

Tiamat : Eri

Devil's Daughter : Uraraka Ochaco

Triple Threat : Mirio, Nejire, and Amajiki

This whole idea came about by accident but now its stuck in my head. I might make a fanfic, but I might not. If someone beats me to it I wouldnt be mad just flattered because putting together a proper story with good flow is so hard.

Everyone has the same quirks or whatever as they did before, just mostly different mindsets. The oc, River, is there because in this verse Chizome Akaguro loses his quirk in some accident and cant get it back, hence why she and him "retire". They arent really retired vigilantes, just less active and more about gathering intel and keeping track of vigilantes and such.

Kaminari is secretly a vigilante playing villain, the only ones that know this are River and Chizome.

River and Chizome are very close with Copycat. Copycat works well with X, as somehow he understands him fairly well. This is much different from how Monoma canonically gets along with Bakugou but that's because I make the rules for my au.

Feel free to ask any questions about how the set up is and what each character has as their designated costume for this 'verse.

#villain!deku #villain #bnha #bnha au #bnha stain #bnha oc #bnha bakugou #bnha todoroki #bnha deku #all might #endeavor #hawks #dabi #shigaraki tomura #bnha shigaraki #dead heroes au

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forlornmelody · 5 years

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2018 in Quotes

@joufancyhuh asked members of @thewritemoment to list the top five quotes from their writing this year. I couldn’t choose just five, so here’s a quote from each fic I wrote in 2018.

Aaand it’s a lot. And some is NSFW, so look for it under the cut.

Kaidan says nothing, only yanks her close and buries his nose into her shoulder. His body shakes with his sobs, and his hands grip her back like she’s still falling away from him through the vacuum of space.

Shepard holds him just as tightly, as if some Cerberus shell is about to throw him into the wall of a shuttle repeatedly. Never again, she promises to herself. “It’s alright. I’m here,” she whispers into his ear.

His response is muffled against her skin. Shepard pulls back slightly, searching his eyes. “What?”

Kaidan’s eyes fall, and his voice breaks. “For how long?” --After Rannoch

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Joker’s mouth struggled to form words. This couldn’t be happening. “Cass! That’s not my vid library—”

It was only when the actor playing the Alliance’s most infamous pilot dropped his own pants and freed his erection that Shepard finally realized what they were watching. “—It’s your porn collection.” --Movie Night for @alyssalenko

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Shepard holds onto him for dear life as the world seems to turn on its axis, and the energy of the sun washes over her it hot waves. She isn’t aware of her screams until her voice goes hoarse from the strain. She isn’t aware of Kaidan’s release or his pulling out until they land in a heap on the floor. When Commander Shepard Goes Commando

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Crap. Bart means to ask him the question--the question, but all he can think about right now is how his heart is pounding in his ears. This is probably too soon. He’s probably going too fast. He’s always going too fast, but he can’t help it. Bart means to say the words, but instead he ends up laughing like an idiot. ----Crashed for @commander-hot-pants-blog

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“She moves so fast and hard she nearly launches him into orbit.” --“Orders, Sir?”

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“The shuttle takes off, and Hope is giving coordinates to their new home, but it doesn't register in the Clone's mind. She's too busy running the scenario by her implants over and over again, trying to find where she went wrong. The implants fail each time, and it's then the Clone realizes she was never programmed to save lives. She was brought here to destroy them.” --Spare Parts

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Shepard has done countless impossible tasks--taking down a thresher maw, coming back from the dead, even sealing an alliance between the Krogan and the Turians--but she feels even more powerful in this moment--with the man she loves under her sway. ——Patch It Through for @joufancyhuh

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“So you know about selecting a frequency based on your implant type? Good. Telling your CO you fried your amp and your pussy in the same night is less fun than it sounds” Not Your Hanar With Tits for @purerapture

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Dr. Chakwas watches her closely, looking for physical symptoms she can treat. But what medicine can treat guilt? What can cure the shame of an entire system of souls dead at Shepard’s hand? —-About That Uniform

—-

Her lips explode into laughter, ringing louder than the music, and Jeffrey Moreau can’t breathe. —Masha

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Then she smirked. “Let’s hold hands and talk.” Pervert that, Jane. I dare you, she seemed to say.

Her clone pouted playfully, licking her lips. “Alright. Holding hands.” She reached over, tracing her fingertips across the back of Shepard’s good hand. “And talking.” Jane leaned over, whispering into her ear.

—-Double The Trouble

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Sometimes Cassandra Shepard just needs to disappear. After Horizon, the Normandy docks on Omega, supposedly to follow up on some leads with Aria, but the Queen of Omega can wait. A drink or three at Afterlife cannot. --- OC Kiss Week #1 for @fantasmagoriam

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The argument she never waged cycles in an infinite loop inside her head. Booze won’t solve anything, but at least it’ll shut her brain up for a while. —-OC Kiss Week #2 for @bronzeagelove

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She closes the hatch, but she still sees the stars racing by in her head. She sees every soldier in her platoon dead on Akuze. She smells the ooze of Thresher Maw acid, and the miasma of rotting corpses. She hears the groan of Thorian creepers, the screams of soulless rachni torn from their mother before their time.She sees Toombs on a gurney, sobbing as yet another needle pierces his veins. —-About Horizon

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Sean snickered, sauntering over to the bed, and undoing his shirt. Nihlus decided right then and there that he liked the idiosyncrasies in this human—the hard yet soft, the angled yet curved, the warm yet cold. It ignited a fire that promised to quench his thirst, which made this rather unfortunate. —-Curious for @commander-hot-pants

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When a thresher maw, a fucking thresher maw tosses the Mako into the air like a tennis ball, Shepard doesn’t feel strong. When her team climbs out after having shot the damn thing to hell, Shepard doesn’t feel resilient. She doesn’t feel like a goddamn hero when she rails at Kaidan–Lieutenant Alenko for telling her to snap out of it and drive. He fucking saved their asses and all she can do is scream at him for being out of line and breaking the chain of command. It’s bullshit and they both know it. It’s not Kaidan’s fault, but he’s there, within range, and a visible target. —-Six Years Later

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Something about the way she said it--the drop in her voice, the stir off her biotics against his own in such close proximity, the heat of her body next to his, sent a pulse straight down his spine.

Holy shit. He was attracted to her.

Kaidan hadn’t felt this way about anyone, man, woman, or otherwise, in years. He had forgotten what it felt like. Clearing his throat, he answered, “No, this is a first.”

The woman next to him faltered. “Am I being inappropriate?”

Kaidan’s words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself. “Not at all.”

Shit. He was attracted to her. —A Sudden Downpour for @commanderduckling

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Cass shrugged. “The Krogan didn’t seem to mind. Some of them even started snapping pictures.” —Caught for @bronzeagelove

#melody writes #holy shit that is a lot of fic #also tumblr is absolute shit at searching my tags #I might have to migrate this stuff to AO3 just so I can find it reliably

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