#dot campbell imagine

[nnightskiess]

𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

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₊° - 𝐝𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐝𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐝𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬! 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬??

the wilds masterlist

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Dot stood glued to the ground, her face pale and her lips parted in shock as she watched you lean like a deadweight against Rachel and Leah, the two tugging you along as best as they could. The worry and severeness of the situation was evident on their faces.  

"What the fuck happened?" Toni jumped up first, to which Shelby followed. Fatin turned around and threw her stuff aside. Martha approached and helped the two girls support you. And what did Dot do? She took a step back when she felt suffocated, when her stomach knotted at the sight of a nasty wound in your abdomen.

Leah swallowed, "We... we were looking for stuff for the beds but couldn't find anything in this area so Rachel suggested we'd go the other side where we hadn't-"

"Get to the point!"

"She climbed a tree and fell and landed on... this." Rachel moved aside to show the small branch still slightly sticking out of the side of your stomach.

"Fuck." Fatin cursed and immediately held her forehead in worry.

"Dot! Dottie, what... what do we do?" Shelby panicked, her eyes wide as she hoped her friend would lead them and help them out.  

Six sets of eyes turned to Dot, who still stood frozen in place and stared at the blood coating your now ripped t-shirt. Normally, she would have ordered around an instruction or two already and would have rolled up her sleeves to jump into action. But it was as if her feet stood rooted in the ground. She couldn't think, she couldn't move. She couldn't lead, she couldn't instruct, not when the risk of losing you was on the line. What if she made a wrong decision and it would cost you your life? Besides, the sight of another one of her loved ones dying on her, or seeing them slowly decay and lose life, made her stomach churn. Bile formed in her throat.

The girls watched in horror, realising what was happening. They had all felt Dot slip away into the background lately as she had taken a step back from her responsibilities. But this was different. They never thought even once that she would step back in a situation of need, but it looked like they had all been wrong.

"Dot!" Toni pressed, her voice harsh and loud.

"Dorothy?!" Fatin tried too, but in vain when she realised she wouldn't get a reaction out of the girl, "Fuck- okay, um, we'll..., let’s put her on the bed!"

"But be careful of her wound!" Shelby added in a panic.  

The girls all huddled around the made-up bed of bamboo. Martha was the only one to sit down next to you as she held your hand and wiped the cold panic sweat from your forehead, "It's going to be okay. We're here with you. It will all be okay." She spoke soft reassurances in your ear, but the only thing you could really focus on was the tremble of your body and the pain.

"Cut her shirt open!" Rachel added, looked to the other girls and continued when she received a few nods in return, "Be careful not to touch the branch."  

Toni pushed Leah aside and tore the shirt apart in one clean rip before she sat on her knees beside Martha, ready to step in if they needed her again.

"Fucking hell." Fatin tried her best to not get too squeamish after looking at the wound, "-Okay, what now?"

"I... I don't know. Dot?" Shelby tried again, only to find that the girl had disappeared.  

"Dot? A little help, please!" Leah's voice was shaky as she looked back and forth between you and the place she had last seen Dot stand, but her face fell when there was no sign of the girl.

"Where the fuck did she go?!" Toni stood up, her fists balled together.

"Hey, Toni, slow down, we don't need to make this situation any worse than it already is." Rachel held her back, but Toni slapped her arms away,

"Of all the moments she could have run off, she chooses this one? Really? When Y/N needs her the fucking most?!" Her voice echoed through the forest, and Dot squeezed her watery eyes shut even further when she heard it as she walked away from camp. She knew. She knew she was letting all of the girls down, you mostly, but she just couldn't stay.

"Are we really going to pretend that Dot leaving isn't making this situation worse!? We have no fucking clue what to do without her, and she knows!"

"Toni, Y/N can hear you. Don't scare her." Martha tugged at her friend's sleeve and Toni's angered frown immediately morphed into one of worry for their mutual friend.  

"Okay, okay, let's... let's all calm down and let's give her a little bit of space," Shelby gestured and all the girls immediately took a collected step backwards.

"What now? Do we remove it?" Leah winced when you coughed and immediately let out a cry of pain.  

"I don't fucking know, shit." Fatin bit her lip, "Where's the medic bag?!"

"I'll get it."

"I don't know what to do. We usually had Nora or Dot to help us with this and-"

"We'll have to fucking make do, okay?" Rachel's yell shut everyone up as she stared each girl down for a couple of seconds.

"Listen, we don't need all this negative energy and it's clearly not going to help Y/N at all. Let's take a breath, collect our thoughts and try to think of solutions." Shelby spoke, and a minute later, she continued, "So, ideas? Anyone?"

"Disinfect?" Toni shrugged.

"Gage how deep it is? Then pull it out in the same angle it got stuck to not damage anything else?" Leah added.

"Get cloths to keep the wound closed!" Martha spoke up.

"Do we have pain meds? Or anything else to stop an infection?" Fatin wondered.

"See? We can do this. Together."

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Dot quickly wiped the tears away when the crunching of leaves signalled someone was approaching.  

"Hey, you."  

She didn't look, not even when Shelby invited herself to sit down on the log next to her. Shelby took notice of the red and swollen eyes, of the distant look in them, of the pucker of Dot's lips which was a telltale sign the girl was battling something in her head. Where she had initially wanted to berate her a little after the fear and worry Dot had left them with, she now only wanted to shut up and be there for her friend after seeing her like this.  

Dot flinched when Shelby's hand patted her knee.  

"It's all right, Dottie. We don't blame you."

Dot dropped her head in shame. She knew Shelby was trying to comfort her, but it was an absolute lie that none of the girls held resentment towards her for walking out of a situation where she was most needed. If they could only understand why she had left.  

"I hope you're okay. We all got scared. It's all right that you had to remove yourself from that situation."

Dot's shaky hand grabbed Shelby's in a silent attempt to thank her.

"We're worried about you, though. So when you feel up for it, please come back to camp?" Shelby kept quiet for a couple of seconds, her voice turned to a whisper, "She's asked for you. You weren't there."

Only now did Dot's head shoot up,  "H-How um... how is she?"

"I think it's best you'll go see for yourself." Shelby stood up and brushed herself off, then offered to pull Dot up, "I'll walk with you, if you're ready to go back."

"The others-"

"Are out of camp, giving Y/N some space and peace."

"You left her alone?!"

"Martha's with her."

Dot eyed Shelby's outstretched hands in contemplation, but nodded and accepted her help nonetheless.  

The walk back was horrible. To know how much she had let you down, to realise the pain you had been in and that she hadn't been there to get you through it. Would you blame her? She knew she certainly wouldn't blame you if you did.  

Martha sat close to your bed, skinning another animal while glancing your way every few seconds. Dot hated the sympathetic smile she shot her way, but knew it came from a good place. She was thankful Martha didn't ask why she had run. Instead, the girl excused herself when Dot and Shelby approached.  

"I'll leave you two alone." Shelby whispered and followed Martha before Dot could even protest.  

She approached slowly and carefully, not wanting to wake you if you were asleep. But when you heard the rustle of her steps on the ground, you opened your eyes.

For Dot, all worries washed away when she saw the sleepy and hazy smile you gave her. Your face was still sweaty and pale, no doubt from the shock and the pain as your body was doing its best to get you back to 100. The meds had done a number on you, so it was hard to keep your eyes open.

"Hey." You cracked out but stayed put, not wanting to move your aching body.

Dot dropped her head and felt warm tears coat her cheeks as they fell and fell. Silently, so that no one would know. But you were no fool and could see her cheeks start to glisten.  

"Dot."

She shook her head, not wanting you to sympathise or tell her it was okay when it wasn't. She should have never run.  

"Sit down."

Dot eyed the minimal space available, then your messily wrapped up wound, then your tired eyes.

"It's fine."

She nodded and took a seat, her eyes not leaving the wound. She stayed silent, and so did you. You knew how Dot worked and you respected that she needed to wrap her head around it all first. 

"How are you?" You asked her after a while, when the silence got too painful.

She shook her head, looked around camp before her gaze landed on your face, "Don't- don't ask me that when you're the one in pain."

"Are you sure? It looks like you're in pain too."

"I'm fine. I'm just shaken, is all."  

"Dot, I know you better than that. Please, don't lie."

She pursed her lips, looking off into the distance again, to where she had seen you being brought in by Leah and Rachel, before opening her mouth,

"I'd rather it have been me in your position than seeing you have to go through such pain."

You nodded, knowing there was more to come,

"God, Y/N, you looked out of it for a second and any reasonable thought was thrown out the window when I feared you-" She stopped herself, not wanting to go there yet again, not when she had spent the last two hours spiralling. "Seeing you like that dumped a bag of rocks in the pit of my stomach and the realisation I could lose you but also that I would lose you without ever-" The words died in the back of her throat when she looked at you again.  

"We've all been through so much together, I couldn't lose any of you." She almost winced at her own half-truth. You didn't deserve this lie, she knew that, but telling the truth could result in getting her heart broken twice in one day.

"Jesus Christ, they did a shitty job." She wiped at her runny nose and gestured towards the wound.

"They did the best they could. They were panicking."

Dot's gut wrenched again, "You're right. I'm sorry." She slowly grabbed your hand, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as she looked anywhere but in your eyes. "Um, is there, like, anything you need? Did they give you meds?"

"I think they did give me something but I have no idea what, and I'm not sure they knew either." You got out quietly, feeling guilty you had put them through such a tornado.  

"Fuck, okay- wait-"

"Dot-" You squeezed her hand which stopped her from standing up, "Later. I just want you here now."

"All right... okay. Yeah, sure. Cool. I can do that."

You kept looking at her, silently pleading for her to look back at you, but she never did. Instead, she decided to fill the silence with nonsense to distract herself from what was really on her mind.

"Sorry, I can't sit here and watch how horribly they patched you up. Let me just quickly go and get-"

"Dot, sit down. What's wrong? You're not yourself and it worries me."

"I need to check if they did everything properly because if they didn't, Y/N, we're in big trouble once-"

"Dot! Take a breath."

"I can't! Damnit! Not until I've checked if everything is alright so that I can stop fucking worrying over if I will lose you or not! Why aren't you more scared? We're on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with no fucking hospital to treat you and keep you alive! Why am I the only one losing my freaking mind over it?"

"Dot... don't say that. I'll be fine... I will be, right?" Your voice was below a whisper and she immediately shamed herself for having such a tone.  

"Fuck, Y/N, I am so sorry. I just, I'm feeling everything full force and I'm still so worried about losing you."

"Then why did you run instead of help?” Dot’s face fell at your tone, and you immediately added, “Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so harsh."

She nodded, ashamed and full of guilt and regret. "You have every right to ask me that."

"I felt already scared enough as it was, but it was worse knowing the only person I trusted with my life ran out on me."

Another bag of rocks was dropped into Dot's stomach as she heard the words roll off your tongue.

"Don't tell them that. I know they did their best, but you're the true Meredith Grey here. We all know that."

"Right... was that the only reason? Because I know my shit when it comes to medical stuff?"

"Oh! No, I mean, no!"

She cracked a tiny smile, "Don't worry, I'm playing you." Another half-truth.

"Dot... what's really going on?

"Truth be told? I didn't know until everything that happened, and maybe I still don't know for sure. It's all just jumbled up in this chaotic big mess inside of my head where it's getting way too comfy for my liking."

"You're always so practical and realistic. What's gotten you in your head so much?"

"You." She deadpanned, catching you off-guard.

"What about me?"

"Everything. You're on my mind all the damn time." She shrugged, matter-of-factly, not giving you anything else, "Look, this is all new to me too, it weirds me out probably as much as it weirds you out so don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I've grown two extra heads."

"I'm not! I'm just... letting it sink in."

"All right, I'll leave you to it then. I'll go find out what they gave you and see if I can get a fresh cloth for that wound."

Before she could stand up, you gave a good yank of her arm which made her stumble down next to you. She kept herself from falling onto you by holding herself up with one elbow, but her eyes widened at the initial shock.  

She grumbled, "What in the actual-"

"I can't sit up so you had to get down."

"You could have just asked!"

"I liked the spontaneity of it..."

"Of what?"

You stared into her eyes, long and hard, before your gaze flickered to her lips. She nodded, giving you the last push you needed before planting you lips on hers. It was sloppy and a groan left your mouth when she forgot she couldn't lean on you, which made her retract almost immediately.

"Sorry! I am so-"

You shook your head and smiled tiredly, "Let’s have another go at it."

"Sure, be greedy." She playfully rolled her eyes but smiled when you chuckled against her lips.

You lovingly cupped her cheek and she leaned into your touch.  

"I'm so sorry for running out. The thought of losing another person dear to me, to see it happen all over again, to maybe even have part of the blame in it, made me panic and led me to react in the most unlike-me way possible."

"You apologised, we've made up. It's okay."

"And um, yeah, if it wasn't clear already, it's because I actually really like you. I've been crushing on you for a while now, like, embarrassingly hard."

"I'm sorry if I was oblivious about it."

"No, it's fine, you're good. I actually think I was always too busy with everything to even entertain that thought or to sit and take some time to realise it."

"So me falling out of a tree was your eye-opener?"

"Shit, if you put it that way, I guess so." She laughed.

"Can't say it was worth it because I'm feeling like crap." You joked and laughed, a whine mixed together as soon as your stomach flexed.  

"Can't say I blame you." Dot sat up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm still going to get that wound checked out. Just to make sure."  

She gave you the most heartwarming shy smile before leaving to get her stuff and you realised then and there how lucky you were to have someone like Dot in your life.

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#dot campbell x reader #dot campbell imagine #dot campbell one shot #the wilds imagines #the wilds x reader

[a-writes3]

would anyone read if i made a wilds band au that was a fatin x reader enemies to lovers. with toni and shelby sprinkled in.

please say yes.

#the wilds imagines #fatin jadmani x reader #the wilds #dot campbell #fatin jadmani #leah rilke #fatin jadmani imagines #shelby goodkind #shoni #toni shalifoe x shelby goodkind

[stellari-s]

We have seen how Ithaqua fell in love with a Survivor Reader, but I raise this fluffy request!

He fell in love with the Hunter Reader during a Duo Match with them 👀

That's okay if you decline! Have a good day/evening/night/morning!

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oh, nice reverse, anon! hope you enjoy 🥺🙏 i'm gonna link the surv version too, hehe.

request; yes, and they're open. so send them in!

wc; 931.

tags; gn! hunter! reader, some romance, ithaqua comforts you, survivors bully hunters in duos (lots of flare guns-)

summary; you are partnered with ithaqua to be a hunter in today's duos match. after getting stunned, ithaqua may or may not show another side of himself...

you honestly don’t want to do duos today.

normally, you don’t mind doing duos. in fact, the general chaos of the entire match keeps your mind occupied until the end, barring you from any negative thoughts.

but these days things don’t seem to be going your way. biting your lips, you try burying yourself more into the soft cushions of one of the red velvet chairs, situated behind a dark curtain that is intended to hide you from the eight survivors, whom you see chatting and whispering.

you can’t go against the manor owner though.

glancing next to you, you see a familiar navy-clad figure. his mask covers his face so you can’t see his expression, but you imagine he is either dozing off or lost in thought, what with his chin resting on his closed gloved fist.

you look outside the curtain’s opening to find eight people sitting behind a wide table, lathered with plates and cutlery. most of them are good at stunning: norton campbell, martha behamfil, and qi shiyi, to name a few.

“you seem nervous.”

you almost jump in your seat when you hear your partner, ithaqua’s voice.

“how did you know?”

i didn’t think he was looking at me…

ithaqua shrugs, keeping his tone nonchalant for the most part. “you’re not exactly the best at hiding what you’re feeling.” he lets out a small sigh, muffled by his mask. “it makes me worried.”

you widen your eyes ever so slightly. it’s the only indication of your surprise outside of you clenching your fists until your knuckles start losing their color.

averting your eyes, you respond softly, “you don’t have to worry. i’ve just been going through some things recently, and it just ended up piling up.”

ithaqua lets out a small hum upon hearing your words, but he doesn’t question you further. it is probably out of consideration, but a part of you also wishes he had pushed you to talk a little bit more.

instead, you two stay silent until a bell echoes throughout the room. “the match will now begin. all chosen parties will now be taken to lakeside village.”

this part is always the strangest - it’s as though some drug knocks you out, turning everything black, but then a couple minutes later, you regain consciousness only to find yourself in a completely different place, remote from the manor.

looking on your wrist, you find a watch with a blinking dot at the center. eventually another dot shows up in the eastward direction. it must be showing ithaqua’s location.

you wander around the village to different cipher machines, trying to follow the sounds of typing, shocks, and the tall shaking poles as decoding progresses.

eventually, a figure catches your eye - martha.

she seems to be the only one around the area near the empty pier next to the lake, but having done enough matches in the past, you have a feeling some of her teammates are on the top of the ship wreck nearby.

giving ithaqua a ping, you start chasing martha, who starts to grip the flare gun on her side. she is probably waiting when you get too near before using it, since she only gets one per match.

but then she leads you to some of her other teammates, and when her teammates see you, they aim flare guns at you - they must have bought them from the telephone stand.

everyone shoots at once, and while you are able to dodge a couple, several hit you, leaving you stunned in a thick pink smokescreen.

“damn it…” you mutter in between coughs, waving your hand to disperse the smoke. by the time it completely dissipates, none of the survivors are seen in the vicinity.

you are alone not even standing, still wallowing in the aftereffects of having been hit so many times. why did this have to happen today, of all days?

tears want to spill, but you refuse to cry. not in a match. instead, you can only look down at the ground, the grass shaded an almost teal color by the overcast skies.

“(y/n).”

when you hear your name, you whip your head around to find a white mask before you.

“ithaqua, sorry, i let my guard down…”

“why are you apologizing? weren’t they the ones who stunned you?” he extends a hand to you: a silent encouragement to not give up and keep going.

just as he does, though, a loud siren rings through the venue: the survivors had managed to decode seven machines to open the exit gates.

“should we just surrender?” you slowly stand back up on your feet as you look up at the sky, a bleak gray that looks as though it’s about to downpour rain at any moment now. “they’ve already decoded seven ciphers, and not one is eliminated.”

ithaqua seems to think about your words as he lowers his hand. you think he is about to leave you, but much to your surprise, he leans in and gently presses his forehead on yours. you can feel some strands of his soft hair on your forehead, and he is close enough that you can clearly hear his breathing.

“if anything happens,” he reassures, “i will protect you.” his voice is soft and gentle, much like the snow on a still night. “so trust me, okay?”

with him so close, it’s easy to forget about your previous suggestion.

right now, there is only you and him.

for a brief moment, this quiet world is all you know, and that alone is enough for you.

#maybe not 100% fluffy #ripperoni #but tried to make it up #with the romance #identity v #第五人格 #idv #id5 #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #夜の番人 #identity v ithaqua #identity v night watch #idv imagines #identity v imagines #idv hcs #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #gn reader #idv x reader #identity v x reader #ithaqua x reader #identity v x you #idv x you #hurt/comfort #comfort #fluff

[thecomicsnexus]

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES #140

JUNE 2023

BY SOPHIE CAMPBELL, KEVIN EASTMAN, GAVIN SMITH, RONDA PATTISON AND RUSS WOOTON

After the Armageddon Game, they turtles find themselves in a new kind of society where mutants no longer have to hide. And as they try to figure out what they want to do with their lives, something or someone is killing mutants.

SCORE: 9

When Mutant Town started, I said I felt this was a complete callback to TMNT volume 4. And here we are, pretty much in a world where mutants, aliens and humans can live together.

But of course, this brings a lot of writing decisions to make. After all, fans will not be happy with "ninja turtles get day jobs and live their own lives".

However, I am under the impression that... that is exactly where this is going.

Michelangelo wants to do some money so he can travel the country like Seri... and he may end up in a relationship with her, unless something completely unpredictable happens to her.

Donatello seems fascinated by the future (all the stuff with Venus and Armaggon).

Leonardo is also still interested in the future, as he is heading into creating a crime-fighting clan, like in the Archie comics.

And Raphael... has been arrested after being found next to the newest mutant victim.

It doesn't take too much imagination to figure out who the killer is. Having said that, the red dot in the middle looks like this may not be simply who he looks like (but I am sure it is him).

On the other hand, the weasels are still alive, so... I guess Man Ray is probably alive too? We'll see...

I love the new artist. I really loved one of the covers he made in the past and now here he is, and it looks pretty good.

Some things are maybe... a bit too different. The turtles look a little taller, and April looks a little older. But other than that I really like his style.

So will there be a Claw Ninja Clan? How many ninja clans are in this story now?

We have the Splinter clan (which I assume will be Leonardo's clan as well), we have the Claw clan (which doesn't exactly roll of the tongue), and there is still the Foot clan (but those are who knows where). I am pretty sure all clans will become one in the future.

So I don't know... I can already feel the fanboys crying, but there is potential here. I just hope it doesn't take two years to tell the next chapter.

#comics #review #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #post modern age #idw publishing #idw comics #2023

[cricketrocker]

The Banshees of this Moment in Time

Last night I was unwinding from an all day Saturday classes in both Systematic Inquiry (dissertation writing time) and in Higher Education Organizational Theory. So, like I do when I'm "unwinding" these days, I decided to watch something, anything, and that turned out being The Banshees of Inisherin. After all, it was nominated for best pictures.

I'd been avoiding this movie because it looked boring, and because I've never been a fan of Colin Ferrell. Probably because I get him confused with Colin Firth, who was ok in the King's Speech--and Will Ferrell, who was really great in Elf, even if you hate Elf, you monster. It also looked like one of those period-pieces. I used to like those, but since about 1995, I haven't. Weird that I liked those UNTIL the year I graduated from college, but I guess the real world left me with intolerance of the period-piece, with the exception of Downton Abbey and even that only lasted (spoiler alert!) until Sybill and Cousin Matthew died, respectively.

Anyway, I kind of like mythology and I like the "banshee" thing. First movie I remember with "banshee" in the title. A banshee (/ˈbænʃiː/ BAN-shee; Modern Irish bean sí, from Old Irish: ben síde [bʲen ˈʃiːðʲe], "woman of the fairy mound" or "fairy woman") is a female spirit in Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, or keening. Her name is connected to the mythologically important tumuli or "mounds" that dot the Irish countryside, which are known as síde (singular síd) in Old Irish.

Basically, a female spirit who heralds a death by screaming, wailing, shrieking, or keening. You have me at keening, really.

Here's a representation:

And another:

And hardly safe for work:

It's weird that banshees are represented by all white women, and I'm only calling attention to this because the field could really use a lot more diversity. I think that mythology is a field that is fairly homogenous and that means that not enough people are aware of the legends, stories, and tropes of the world that maybe could better join us together. A little Joseph Campbell here, but I'd wager that many cultures have a banshee variant, and we'd be a lot better off if we started overlaying our myths to find out that we're not as different as we think we are.

Anyway. I watched this movie because of the promise of banshee, and because it was a best picture nominee, and also because a friend of mine at work said, "Good lord, I watched The Banshees of Inisherin last night and I have no idea what to think."

Now that I've seen it, I agree, I don't know what to think. My initial reaction was to get up from my chair and take my dog for a walk. He was happy, I was annoyed. Banshees for the sake of banshees, I guess. Or its just a movie about gratituous finger violence. Or about Jenny, who I adored. But I dreamed about this movie last night as well. When I woke up today (and now as I am sitting in my "Leading Public Affairs" class) I remembered a quote from poet Archibald MacLeish: "A poem should not mean but be."

I'm impatient with what that freaking movie means, I really am. But perhaps it just is, and that is ok, I guess. I still don't like Colin Ferrell, but he's fine in this film. Still fixated on the concept of banshees and on how mythology could serve as a unifying axis around which DEI initiatives might turn. Another dissertation for another day, I suppose, and probably already been written by ChatGPT:

CricketRocker: ChatGPT, what's really great about banshees

Banshees are a fascinating part of Irish mythology and have captured the imaginations of many people throughout history. Here are a few things that are often considered great about banshees:

Banshees are often seen as a symbol of Irish culture and heritage, and have been an important part of Irish folklore for centuries.

They are associated with the supernatural and are often described as otherworldly beings with the power to foretell death and other significant events.

Banshees are known for their distinctive wailing cry, which is said to be hauntingly beautiful and can be heard from miles away.

The wail of a banshee is often seen as a warning of impending death, and is said to be a sign that a loved one is about to pass away.

Banshees are often depicted as powerful, mysterious and enigmatic creatures, which adds to their allure and appeal.

They are also considered to be protectors of their family and descendants, and are said to be fiercely loyal to those they care about.

Overall, the mythology and folklore surrounding banshees is what makes them really great and continues to captivate people's imaginations to this day.

Holy moly.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Dorothea Aurora Morningstar NICKNAME: Dot, Dottie, Little Dot AGE: 18 BIRTH DATE: 15th June GENDER: Female SPECIES: Angel ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual RELIGION: N/A SPOKEN LANGUAGE: Multilingual CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Home with her mother OCCUPATION: Creator of creatures, full time sweetheart

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS:         • Jophiel ( mother ) SIBLINGS:       • Nil SIGNIFICANT OTHER:       • Verse Dependent CHILDREN:       • N/A FRIENDS:       • Lonan Morningstar ( cousin )       • Valentin Demiurgos ( uncle ) OTHER CONNECTIONS:      • Lucifer Morningstar ( Uncle )      • Akrasiel ( Uncle )      • Lucien Morningstar ( cousin )      •  Sima Morningstar ( cousin )      • Phenex Morningstar ( cousin ) • Ramiel Celeste ( aunt ) • Eliza Campbell ( godmother )

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: Blue Eyes HAIR COLOUR: Blonde Hair HEIGHT: 5’6” BODY BUILD: ectomorph TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: pierced ears NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: she has pastel pink wings when they are unfurled, along with a pastel pink tint to her grace. 

POWERS & ABILITIES

POWERS:      • Creation of fauna & flora     • Angel Physiology      • Flight via wings      • Immortality       • Angelic Beauty       • Healing      • Purification ABILITIES:      • Skilled Ballet Dancer      • Animal whisperer      • One with Nature WEAKNESSES:      • Lots of people       • Too much noise      • Overwhelming situations      • Celestial Weapons

PHOBIAS & DISORDERS

PHOBIAS: Anthropophobia MENTAL DISORDERS: Autistic, Major Social Anxiety, OCD WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: A few years after she was born.

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY TYPE: ISFJ-T ( Turbulent Defender ) MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good INTELLIGENCE: Highly Intelligent LIKES: Her creatures, Dancing, Flowers, Cupcakes DISLIKES: Lots of noise, Too many people, bullies, feeling confined DISPOSITION: She is an extremely shy soul but one that is incredibly caring and will do all that she can to show those that she loves, how much she cares about them. She is hard to get to know at first, due to her nature. Social situations are very much a struggle for her and she often finds herself feeling incredibly nervous and anxious.  EXTRAS: She is often a lot more confident when Pip, her first creation and best friend is close by. He likes to vet others to ensure that they will not cause Dot distress and this helps a great deal.

BIOGRAPHY

Dorothea was a blessing gifted to Jophiel by her father after she was freed from her capture. Yahweh believed that in having someone to care for, it would help Jophiel in her recovery from all that she had endured so, he allowed her the gift of bearing a child and becoming a mother. Jophiel carried Dorothea as a mother would, nurturing her within her own body and allowing her to grow, despite the fact that she would become an angel like her mother. 

When Dot was born, Jophiel struggled. She had never experienced the intimacy that would usually lead to the procreation of children so things were somewhat difficult. Jophiel’s labour was long and tiring and both Jophiel and Dorothea grew distressed and tired as a result. Ramiel ended up being called to help her sister, as did the human doctor, Eliza. Together, they were able to help Jophiel give birth to Dot but there was no sudden cry. Jophiel began to panic when she did not hear her child but Eliza took the newborn aside and worked on her and with some aid from Ramiel, Dorothea finally gave out her first cries. 

Jophiel was protective of her daughter from that moment on. She made sure that Dot always had everything that she needed and tended to her whenever she scraped herself. As Dot developed and aged, Jophiel began to notice that her daughter did certain things. Patterns became an evident thing for Dot ~ she would count certain numbers, clap in certain rhythms and step in certain ways. At first, Jophiel simply believed it to be Dot’s imagination but it slowly became evident that it was not imagination at all. When she asked Dot what she was doing one afternoon, Dot yelled at her, stating that she needed to do the pattern correctly, otherwise another girl would not like her at school.   Jophiel wondered if Dorothea was being bullied. She was trying to give her as much of a normal life experience as possible but she wondered if it was too much for Dot to handle. The more she chose to watch her daughter, the more Jophiel began to see more into how Dot’s mind worked. Social things seemed to make her anxious for one; if Jophiel mentioned that they needed to go out, the likelihood of Dot having a meltdown as a result were high. Her meltdowns often consisted of her panicking and repeating “no” over and over again whilst her fingers frantically picked at the skin of her other fingers and she would frantically scratch herself on her hands and arms. 

Worried for her daughter and unsure of how to help, Jophiel asked her brother for help. Akrasiel suggested that she take Dot to be seen by a doctor that was not any of their siblings or Eliza; one that specialised in the mind. Jophiel knew the strain it would be to get Dot to go but she prepared herself for the meltdown and took Dot to be seen. As a result of the visit with the doctor, Dot was diagnosed with a level of Autism. In doing the tests, however, it was found that Dot particularly found dancing and being around animals calming in comparison to the anxiety of being around people. This news was like a small relief to Jophiel, being a lover of dancing and animals herself. 

She decided to remove Dot from the “normal” life, electing to teach her at home with the help of animals and dancing to keep her as happy as possible. She often took Dot up to heaven too, letting her be free up there to be herself. Heaven time also meant that Dot could grow quicker and not feel cared about doing so. When it came to her hitting puberty, Jophiel knew she would have another task on her hands. With puberty came wings and realising her powers and she worried if all those sudden changes would be too much for Dorothea to handle. 

They had been home on Earth for a few days when it began to happen, but it did not happen in the way that Jophiel was expecting. Usually, the wings happened first but with Dot, that was not the case. Jophiel found out when Dot had come running inside from the front of the house, her face a picture of fear. Upon her looking out of the window, Jophiel saw the reasoning for why, seeing that Dot had wrapped a kid up to a tree with a series of vines. She was not surprised that Dot had inherited her power where vines protected her when threatened but she now had to explain to Dot what was happening to her. 

    Jophiel moved to find her daughter and found her curled up in a corner. The wings were now there, wrapped around Dot’s form as she tried to hide herself away as much as she could. It took several hours of explaining from Jophiel before Dot understood what was happening to her body. She did not want to hurt people and hoped that nothing would come of what she had done to the kid. Jophiel reassured her that she would be okay. 

They began to work at harnessing Dot’s powers more and more. Jophiel taught her to fly and taught her how to create but for the most part, she allowed Dot to get used to her powers in her own way. Her first creation was Pip, a spritely little guy that looked like a mix of a pixie, a mermaid, and who knows what. Dot was extremely proud of herself for her creation and Pip very much became the best friend that she’d never had. 

As Dot created more and more creatures, Jophiel began to realise that many of them could not be seen by the human eye. As such, she helped Dot take them all up to Heaven. Asherah agreed that Dot would benefit from having her own hideaway space up there, so created a garden for Dot and her creatures, housing all of the ones she’d already created and leaving plenty of room for any others that she made. Pip was the one that did not go in there, however. Pip had become Dot’s support and Jophiel could see how Pip was helping Dot. 

Now at eighteen, Dot has a better grasp of her powers and she is quite happy hiding away at home with Pip and the animals. She has her good points and bad, but she has support to help her get through the tougher times. 

#* DOROTHEA { BIOGRAPHY } #LONG POST TW

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String Feeling

Maria Sledmere’s heady and nacreous poem String Feeling is now officially available for purchase! Pick it up here. Quoth the people:

String Feeling is a small epic of shiny surfaces and sharp edges. It delights in the sticky, resistant chewing-gum nature of language, letting bits get wrapped around the teeth and come unstuck with a pop. Read it (‘this poem, full house’) with something cold and fizzing, and let its accumulations (blackcurrants, ocean therapy, ‘the blister pack / of an unremarkable firmament,’ the giant omelette on Neopets) get busy with you. — Rosa Campbell

String Feeling approaches a poetry of applied post-scarcity. In this intoxicating tragicomic epic, a kind of utopia of pure imperfection is imagined sidelong. String Feeling soaks up abundance in the inimical, the crystalline, and the samey. This is a social world whose connective tissues are ofc ablated and cuffed, its skins glitter-slit and unstable, yet nonetheless so tender and safe that even sickness can be cherished for its specific textures.

Abundance is partly political economy, but partly mystic practices, a “seeing also,” often droll and self-deprecatory, that reveals the wriggling roots of the real. Like its contrapunto comrade String Theory, String Feeling infers a higher-dimensioned space, where what appear as dots are actually one-dimensional objects (open or looped “strings”). This means that the pixels that make up a memory on one vibration may comprise a dream, or a desire, or an entanglement with the more-than-human, as the string’s vibrational intensity varies.

Through such a space falls a hundred page filament. What is it? Reader, you return to your lateral flow test to find not a neat second line but a tiny, like, tail or proboscis, 5 mm high, tasting the environs. That’s how the braid begins, and soon this strong slender poem is part tapeworm Tulpa, tender and patient, and part deep time tampon, dipping temporally across many-dimensioned menstrual manifold. Filament descent is by low-energy drift, yet every drifted inch must also be the magnificent wayfaring of a folk hero. At times their travel-magic requires tranquillities recalled in emotion. At times, cunning satire, neat as any set-piece yet caj af for off-the-cuff comic timing. Still other ruses rule-break in dreamy spurts then sift the results, forming nonconformities quasi-retrospectively, shrugging free of the obey embedded in disobey.

What kind of fool gets this good at poetry when we don’t even know what poetry is yet? Get in the top of this poem and slide down to the bottom. The poem also claims it is OK not even to read it at all and to go practice carpentry or simply to smash your thumbs into your eyeballs and encounter Cassopoeia. String Feeling is a work supremely horny and wise.

Though in part String Feeling sips this abundance from cyberspace, it is addicted to being offline. Foraging a collapsing planet’s moonless forests lit by an iPhone open not on the lamp app but on a moodscroll of pals’s Insta stories, plus multiple tabs of rabbitholes and maybe a monsterhole. Whose woods these are I think I glow: the “this is fine” in flames meme with a cherry picker on top with a cherry melancholic in the cab. — Jo Lindsay Walton

[mediocre-writerr]

all for us [the wilds girls]

the wilds girls x platonic fem reader

requested: I love your imagines a lot, you’re an amazing writer! I had a promt where maybe the reader is the youngest of all the girls and basically the younger sister they all never had and they all care and love for her very much (maybe short flashbacks with moments of her and the girls) and once their quarantine is over they realize she’s missing and it turns out she got internal injury or something else quite angsty and the girls do everything they can for her

*not my gif*

“So tell me about Y/N Y/L/N.” Agent Young says.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Leah asks and Agent Young nods, “Where do I even begin?” 

You were the youngest of the group. Not too much younger than them, but still younger. And just like regular siblings being the youngest had its perks and downfalls.

For one, you could never go anywhere alone. Even to pee, the girls would not let you out of their sight. 

But, you got away with almost everything. The girls couldn’t stay mad at you for too long, not even Toni could stay mad at you. And she could literally stay mad at anyone until the day she died. 

“I’m taking you and her were close?” Agent Fader asks.

“Yeah, she was close to pretty much everyone. She’s like a little bean we all wanted to protect. You just wanted to squish her cheeks ever time you see her.” 

“Leah? What are you doing up here?” you ask her, plopping down onto the sand further away from everyone. 

She shakes her head staring out at the sun that was just beginning to set, “Just reading the notes he left me...again. I know I’m pathetic.” 

“I wasn’t gonna say that.” you reply and she looks at you wide-eyed.

“You weren’t?” 

You shake your head, smiling at her a little bit, “You were in love. I’ve never been in love before, but when you’re in love you’re in love. And he dumped you which wasn’t cool. I don’t support your relationship with him, but it’s only natural to be heartbroken over it.” 

“You’re wise for your age.” she says, ruffling your hair.

“If I ever meet Jeffery, I’m gonna kick his ass.” you warn her, looking at her dead in the eye.

“You probably can, if I’m being honest.” Leah states and she lets out a small laugh. 

Yes, mission accomplished.

You nod with your fists up, pretending to block, “Hit him with that one, two, punch. Pow. Pow pow pow!” you mimic, punching the air in front of you.

Your fake fighting causes her to laugh a little louder and harder. So you decided to take it up a notch, get her distracted a little more.

You get up from where you were standing. And lift one leg up, like Daniel did in Karate Kid, “Finish him!” you yell, making your voice a little deeper. 

Kicking your feet up in the air, however you don’t stick the landing. You fall onto your back letting out a small groan and the sudden hit. Leah starts laughing uncontrollably, releasing a little snort.

That small snort causes you to start laughing along with her. Jeffery long forgotten. 

“We heard from Leah that Y/N was close with everyone. Is this true?” Fader asks. 

“Oh yeah 100%.” Rachel says with a nod, “It was like having yet another younger sister to take care of. Or well...them taking care of me.” 

“You think you can beat me in a swim race.” Rachel asks, staring at you like you’ve just grown two horns.

You hum in response, “Yep!” 

“Fine you’re on! From this point to those rocks.” she says, pointing at the rock figures in the middle of the ocean.

“Who you got?” Dot asks, Toni.

Toni looks at her with a small smirk on her face, “I’m gonna bet on the underdog this round. I got my Diet Coke on Squirt here!” Toni gestures to you, using your annoying nickname that the girls named you after. 

They gave you the nickname after the turtle from Finding Nemo. You pretended to hate it, but you secretly loved your embarrassing nickname.

“You’re on!” Dot says, shaking her hand.

“On your mark, get set...GO!” Martha yells sitting along next to Marcus.

The two of you take off swimming. You start off a little slow at first trying to maintain your energy, but Rachel was the opposite. She was using everything in her power to get their as fast as she could.

When she finally started slowing down, that’s when you pushed on the gas. Moving your arms and legs in a perfect motion. Slowly, but surely you started passing her just as you made it to the rocks.

“Hell yeah!” Toni yells.

Dot groans before throwing Toni a Diet Coke. 

“How the hell did you do that?” Rachel asks you, out of breath as the two of you sat on the rocks.

“Honestly, no idea.” you say with a laugh and she rolls her eyes.

“Race you back!” she yells, jumping into the ocean.

“Cheater!” you yell before diving in after her. 

Dot was slurping down her milkshake. While the two agents waited for her to stop drinking. 

“Can I have another one of these?” Dot asks and Fader nods with a laugh. 

“Who do you think you wanted to protect most on the island?” Young asks after Dot finishes her ten course meal.

“Y/N, hands down. I think that would be every girls answer.” Dot explains, plopping another fry into her mouth.

All of you girls were relaxing on the beach. After two days of scavenging the jungle for any sorts of food and firewood. This was the first day all of you could just relax.

“I just came up with the best idea!” you exclaim. 

It was just you and Dot. The rest of the girls were scattered all over the beach, doing their own thing.

“What is it?” she asks as your eyes had that mischievous glint to them, “Oh no. I know that look!” 

“We’re already stranded on a deserted island, what if we pretended we were on an episode of Naked and Afraid?!” you say, excitedly.

She releases on of her famous hearty laughs, “You want all of us to strip down naked? You really think the girls would be up for it?” 

You nod your head, multiple times, “I bet at least 6/9 of the girls here have at least imagined one of us naked.” 

Dot raises her eyebrows at you, “Are you one of those 6?” 

“No comment...” you state.

After much convincing, you got the girls to have a pretend episode of Naked and Afraid. Everyone was stripping down of their clothes, looking at each other, trying to stifle a laugh. 

The air was awkward, yet comfortable at the same time. The only awkward part was standing there unsure of what to do next. 

“Y/N, you have a cute butt!” Fatin exclaims, giving you a high five.

Toni sidles up next to her to get a look, “Awe it looks like a little peach.” 

You throw your face in your hands, shaking your head as a chorus full of aw’s fill the air. 

Toni sat there with her arms crossed over her chest, not wanting to talk about anything to these phonies. 

“So we’ve been asking the girls their opinions on everyone else, we’re gonna go one by one on the list and you’ll say one word to describe them.” Fader says and Toni just nods.

“Leah Rilke?” 

“Over-thinker.” Toni replies.

“Rachel Reid?” 

“Driven.” 

“Dot Campbell?” 

“Resourceful.” 

“Shelby Goodkind?” 

There was a moment of silence, trying to find the right words to say, “Complex.” 

“Martha Blackburn?” 

“Sister.” 

“Y/N Y/L/N?” 

Toni laughs to herself softly, “Squirt.” 

You and Toni were out in the shallow waters of the ocean. Dot sent you and Toni on an experiment to see if watch she saw on TV actually works. Where you stand out in the water and catch a fish with your bare hands.

The two of you didn’t quite know the logistics on how it works, but you volunteered anyway. You were standing out, not too far away from the shore just reaching down trying to grab a fish to eat.

Each time you tried you came out short, “You look like an idiot right now.” Toni says, laughing at you flailing your arms in and out of the water.

“Shut up!” you say, splashing her with water. 

“You guys aren’t doing it right?!” Nora yells from the shore, “You need to stay still and patient so the fish will come to you.” 

“We literally picked the worst people for this job.” Shelby says and you and Toni flip her off from where you were standing, “You guys literally can not stay still for the life of you. And don’t even get me started on patience.”

“That’s rude!” you yell at her, “God can hear you! You’re supposed to be nice!” 

“I’m also supposed to be honest!” Shelby shoot back and you mock her actions, before she gives you the bird herself.

“Hey that’s not allowed!” Toni yells at her girlfriend. 

You start laughing with Toni, pushing her slightly. She pushes you back playfully, before it turns in to a full on battle to see who can get the other to fall first. But Toni being Toni decided to just tackle you. 

“Ahhhhhh!” you say letting out a little screen, “Something’s touching me!” 

“Pick it up! It could be a fish!” Toni exclaims.

You pick up the creature and yell a little louder when it bites you, tossing it in the process, “It bit me!!” 

“Y/N, it’s a baby turtle!” Toni exclaims, “You were scared of a baby turtle!” 

“Shut the fuck up.” you joke with her, but give her a serious look. 

Toni picks up the turtle examining the cute little guy. She looks at the turtles face and then back at you doing a double take. 

“It kinda looks like you.” she says, before letting it go back into the ocean.

“Fuck you.” you tease, tackling back into the ocean.

“We really picked the worst people.” Shelby says to Nora.

Both of them shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Thoughts on Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Oh intern for being the baddest bitch out there.” Fatin says with a smile on her face.

“Intern for who?” Fader asks.

“Me of course.” 

Nora and Rachel were currently fighting to the death. Neither you, Leah, or Martha knew what to do.

“Y/N come over here!” Fatin says, gesturing for you to go where she was standing, “Take this bottle of lube!” 

You catch the bottle of the lube she tossed you. And you raised your eyebrow up at her. 

“Just follow my lead.” she brings her toothbrush up to her mouth, “Nora has Rachel pinned on the ground.” she mocks an announcer you would hear on ESPN.

“But Rachel is not giving up too easily folks!” you go along with your guys’ bit, “I don’t know about you Fatin, but I have never seen a girl fight this interesting in my life!” 

“Agreed, usually it’s just a bunch of-HOLY SHIT that was a knee to the tit ladies and gentlemen!” she yells out. 

“Is Rachel out for the count?!” you add on watching the fight unfold in front of you. 

It’s probably not the best time to make jokes, but you all need to let loose once in awhile.

“Wait...she’s getting up!” Fatin yells.

“Oh my gosh she’s not...OUCH! That was knee to the twat!” you yell wincing at the pain that was just brought upon Nora.

“Y/N, how do you feel about this fight?” Fatin asks.

You shake your head, “I don’t know you have two amazing fighters going head to head for the very first time. We have Rachel, olympic diver, very strong and very determined. But then we have the underdog of the hour Nora who is small and scrawny, but she’s packing quite a punch. It could be anyone’s game.” 

“You’re absolutely right Y/N! But Rachel now as Nora pinned to the ground and she can’t seem to get up! This fight might be over everyone!!” 

“Hey there.” Shelby says, sitting down at the metal table. 

“Hello Shelby, can we get you anything?” the two men ask and she just sit back in her seat, shaking her head.

Fader nods, “Well let’s get started, shall we?” 

The three of them have a long conversation before Shelby ultimately decides to stop the interview all together. 

“Wait just one question!” Fader exclaims as Shelby stands up, “How do you feel about Y/N?” 

At the sound of your name Shelby freezes in her spot, “My favorite person on the island.” fear and worry start to fill her body at why the sudden question about you, “Is she okay??” 

You were trekking in the jungle looking for some source of food. All of you ate all the food when the rescue plane was coming, but it’s not coming anytime soon so here you were.

Shelby, Toni, and Martha said they were gonna go out looking, but none of them were to be found. So you decided to go on a little expedition to find them. You heard rustling coming from the tree up ahead, so you decided to follow the noise.

Only to see Toni and Shelby basically naked under a lychee tree, “Oh my god!!!” you yell, covering your eyes with your hand.

“AHHH!” the two girls scream, but you couldn’t see what they were doing.

You turned around facing towards the direction you came from, “Sorry sorry. I was just looking for you guys and food. I uh I didn’t mean to.” you say, shaking your head.

“Jesus Y/N you scared us!” Shelby yells and you can hear rustling. 

Hopefully, they were putting their clothes back on. 

“Damn it I was getting laid!” Toni says jokingly and you could hear a smack hit her arm.

“Leave our daughter alone!” Shelby jokes and you laugh softly.

“Can I turn back around now?” you ask meekly.

“Yes.” the two girls say and you release a sigh and turn around to face the two girls.

You look at their flush faces, “You guys couldn’t have gone a little farther away?” you ask, “Thanks to you I’m more traumatized than I already was.” you joke. 

“Oh c’mon you know you liked it.” Toni nudges your shoulder as the two of you walk back to the camp.

Your face flushes as you put your head in your hands, “Stop corrupting her!” Shelby yells at her. 

“Let me see her!” Shelby yells at the two men.

“We can’t let you do that. You girls aren't allowed to see each other yet. Not for awhile.” Agent Young says.

“Can you at least tell me if she’s okay?” she asks, looking at the two men with her eyebrows raised.

“She’s fine.” 

That didn’t relieve the feeling in Shelby’s chest that something could possibly be wrong. But she couldn’t do anything, even if we tried.

The girls didn’t know how long they were quarantined. It felt like months and it probably was a couple months. They finally let all of the girls hang out together in the small courtyard.

All of them hugging one another, super glad to see each other. Knowing that everyone’s okay. Well...everyone who made it.

“Y/N? Where’s Y/N?” Leah asks, looking at all the other girls.

“She was okay when we left. She should be here.” Dot adds on. 

Shelby face was flushed with worry, “They wouldn’t let me see her when I asked about her. I asked if she was okay, but they said she was fine.” 

Fader was standing there with a guilty look on his face. Toni’s blood was boiling at the look on his face. She runs up to him, pushing him against the wall, holding onto him by the collar. 

“Where the fuck is she?!” she yells.

Which causes Agent Young to burst into the room, “What’s going on here?” 

“Where is Y/N?!” Toni yells again, but at the other man.

Agent Young locks eyes with Fade and he subtly nods, “She’s in the infirmary. Her heart was in bad condition, so she needed open heart surgery. The surgeons are working on her right now.” 

“You told me she was fine when I was being interrogated.” Shelby says in between gritted teeth, “Did you lie?” 

The two men don’t answer. They just stare anywhere, but at the other girls. The silence spoke louder than any words did. Fatin scoffs at the men’s actions.

“That’s why you wanted to know huh?” Leah asks, her imagination running wild, “You wanted to know about her because you were wondering if she was worth saving. Isn’t that right?” 

Neither of the men decided to speak again.

“Let us see her.” Rachel says, staring at them intensely.

“We can’t do that. She’s in surgery right now.” Young says.

Toni pushes Fader up against the wall yet again, “You’re gonna let us see her when she’s out. No excuses. No bullshit. You’re gonna let us see our friend.” Toni threatens.

The girls sat in the waiting room of the infirmary. Leah paced back and forth chewing on her fingernail. Toni was trying to console a worried Shelby. While Dot, Rachel, and Fatin sat in the seats waiting impatiently.

Agent Young filled the girls in on your condition. You had a heart disease before you came onto the island. And your parents gave you a little trip to help because of the depressive state you were in. Little did they know you would be trapped on an island with none of the medication that was needed to help you survive.

All of the rigorous activity brought your heart to a weaker state than ever before. When the girls got saved, you were already experiencing symptoms of heart failure. And you were put under immediate watch when you reached the facility. You were getting better, but then your heart gave out and you needed to get an artery reconstructed.

“We already lost too much.” Fatin whispers in the tense silence of the waiting room. 

“Nora, Martha...” Rachel draws out.

“We can’t lose Y/N.” Toni adds. 

“The girl who loved the most has a heart condition. How ironic is that?” Dot asks.

“I’m scared guys.” Leah whispers.

“She’s strong, she’ll pull through.” Shelby says, trying to boost their hope, but she’s losing faith herself.

After God knows how long the doctor finally came out. All of the girls looking up at her. Tears brimming all of their eyes, scared for the answer they were about to get.

“She’s okay. We managed to repair it without too much trouble. You guys can see her now.” the doctor says and everyone lets out this huge breath.

A smile breaks out on Fatin’s face as tears spill from her face. The six girls walk into your hospital room where you were laying peacefully. Your eyes somewhat open, you had a soft smile on your face as you stared at the girls.

“Hey guys!” you exclaim, as excited as you can.

Dot lets out a small sniffle, “You scared us, asshole!” 

“Why didn’t you tell us about your condition?” Fatin asks, tears still streaming down her face.

You shrug, “We already were going through too much. I didn’t want to worry everyone more or get treated any differently. Rachel, if I told you about my heart would you have raced me?” 

She shakes her head, “No.” 

“Exactly.” 

Rachel, Dot, and Fatin take a seat on the foot of the rock-hard hospital bed. You scooted over so Leah could cuddle in next to you. While Shelby and Toni pulled up a chair right by your side.

Leah rests her head on your shoulder, “We thought we were gonna lose you Squirt.” Toni says, ruffling your hair. 

Shelby was still crying, looking at you full of worry. You look at the blonde beauty who was now bald, but she still looked beautiful.

“Come here.” you whisper to her. You scoot over closer to her Leah, making room for her.

She sits next to you, crying into your chest, “Hey. I’m okay Shelby.” you look at all of the other girls who still had worry on their face, “I’m okay guys. We’re all okay.”

But the girls don’t look convinced.

“Listen to my heart Shelby, it’s still beating. Just focus on that okay?” you tell her and she nods. Even Leah could hear your heart beating from here. 

“You’re really okay?” Shelby asks and you nod.

“I’m okay. I promise.” you say, giving each of the girls a look, They all nod with small smiles, “Now how the hell do we get out of here?” you whisper.

And each of you give each other a small smirk, “Time for the Great Escape.” 

#shelby goodkind imagine #shelby goodkind x reader #toni shalifoe imagine #toni shalifoe x reader #leah rilke imagine #leah rilke x reader #rachel reid imagine #rachel reid x reader #dot campbell imagine #dot campbell x reader #fatin imagine #fatin x reader #the wilds #the wilds imagines

[superlxthor]

The Unsinkable Eight Learning How to Surf:

[an array of surfboards mysteriously wash up on the beach]

Leah: is a horrible teacher, due to her lack of surf lessons and ends up stacking it more times than she actually catches any waves.

Nora: sits on the sand and yells tips and methods of how to get on the board. “you guys are doing it all wrong.”

Dot: gets dunked by a wave straight away so gives up, sits on the sand next to Nora and laughs as she watches Fatin continuously get wiped out.

Fatin: keeps falling off the board as soon as she stands, but is determined to impress Dot and get her to stop laughing. “AM I DOING IT YET?!”

Martha: never tries to stand on the board, instead she just sits on it and watches the girls, shouting words of encouragement.

Rachel: is kinda a natural and teases Leah after each wave she successfully catches. “your two surf lessons can kiss my ass.”

Shelby: is the best surfer out of the group, due to experience and tries to teach Toni, who doesn’t seem to be quite getting it. “Tones, you’ve gotta slide on your knees first.”

Toni: after the group is worn out she makes Shelby stay behind because she’s “not resting” till she successfully catches at least one wave.

#the wilds #i’m just imagining a grumpy and determined toni #tell me this isn’t how it would go #i can so clearly picture dot laughing at fatin #rachel reid #leah rilke #nora reid #martha blackburn #dot campbell #fatin jadmani #shoni #goodfoe #toni shalifoe #shelby goodkind

[laurie-stark]

Bags

(not my gif)

Summary: After another duffle bag of supplies washes up on shore, the girls realize that they’re going to be stuck here for a while. Episode six rewrite. 3.0k words. 

Pairings: Toni Shalifoe x fem!reader 

Warnings: Swearing, throwing up

A/N: Okay listen I just wanted Toni fanfic but no one was writing it so here you go. Also I really tried too hard to get the bed sharing trope LEAVE ME ALONE I LIKE IT PSLFDLJ (this is your reminder to turn on Interactivefics xx) oh and also theres a bit in here thats heavily inspired by @ drewstarkeys Toni fic which you all should go read asap its amazing. 

This was weird. It was really fucking weird. It had only been four days since we found Jannette’s grave empty. Four days since we found a clean water source. The longer we stayed on this god forsaken island, the more it felt like we were never getting off. And now another round of duffle bags have shown up. You know, as crazy as I think she is sometimes, Leah’s starting to have a point. Something is way off about this place. 

Nora and Rachel were the ones who spotted the bags. They washed up on the rocky side of the beach, covered in weeds. Dot was hoping for some more food, maybe more medicine if we were lucky. But to all our confusion, all the bags contained were blankets and pillows. Ten pillows and five blankets, Dot so cheerfully announced. My first red flag was that the insides were completely dry. I didn’t want to say anything though. I was sure there was a reason for this.

“There’s enough shit here for us to double up,” Dot told us while Nora and I laid out the makeshift beds. “Except for one person who gets to sleep alone.” 

“Well that’s not fair, why does one person get a bed all to herself?” Rachel asked, standing up defensively. 

I rose to my feet as well. “Why don’t we rotate it?” I suggested, hoping to relieve some of the tension. “W-with our off days. That way whoever’s off can have an extra good night’s sleep before they have to work again?” The girls all nodded their heads and mumbled words of agreement. Rachel sat back down on her log. 

“Great idea y/n. So who’s bunking with who?” Dot asked. Rachel and Nora instinctively reached out for each other. Beside me, Toni looked to Martha. Martha gave Toni a weary look before reaching a hand out in the opposite direction. Towards Shelby. Even I had to stop myself from dropping my jaw. 

Fatin gleefully agreed to pair with her “new bestie for the restie,” Dot. That left myself, Toni and Leah. I glanced between them. Leah was avoiding my eye and Toni...Toni just looked mad. It’s not that I don’t like Leah, I just don’t know her. Not that I know Toni any better, but at least Toni hasn’t gone batshit crazy more than once. On the other hand though, I didn’t find Leah unbelievably beautiful the way I did with Toni. And Toni would never want to bunk with me anyway. I crossed my arms, not doing a very good job at hiding my uncomfortableness. I was about to open my mouth to ask Leah to share when Toni called my name. 

“Y/n,” I turned to face her, eyes wide. “You’re with me?” I nod and swallow hard. Fuck. 

The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky, just like our food supply. Rachel offered to go foraging for something meatier in the morning, so at least I could look forward to that.

I shuffled under the blanket Toni and I shared. “Sorry you got stuck with me,” I whispered. “I can go sleep with Shelby if you want, so you can be with Marty?” 

“Nah,” Toni shook her head. “I don’t mind. Besides, I don’t really think Marty wants anything to do with me right now.” I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for her. A lifetime’s worth of friendship thrown out of the plane. Literally. 

I wondered if anyone else was awake. The light from the fire was enough to see everyone’s feet but that’s about it. I still wasn’t accustomed to how dark it got at night. I was limited to just my hearing after the sun went down. I would try not to listen though. The more you listen, the more you realized how we definitely were not alone out there. Focusing on Toni’s breathing beside me was enough to keep me sane.

Couldn’t say the same for Leah though. She sat straight up and I thought she got bit by a crab or something. 

“Does anyone else think that this is crazy?” She asked us.

Fatin groaned. “Leah, we got into a plane crash. Is that not enough crazy for you?” 

“No seriously Fatin, what the fuck is going on?”

“What are you talking about,” Dot sat up. 

“I mean these,” Leah held up a fist full of her blanket. “Where did they come from? Do none of you think that something’s up?” 

I pushed myself upright. “I’m starting to agree with Leah.”

“Oh God, not you too,” Dot flopped back down onto her back. 

“No, think about it,” I started. “A bag with medicine just happens to show up? And then we find Jannette’s grave empty!? And now these duffles appear with nine peoples worth of blankets and shit? Who brings that to a resort retreat? That’s weird. It’s really fucking weird.” Everyone was sitting up at this point, staring at me. “I didn’t say anything when we opened them, but these things were dry. Everything bone dry. Rachel and Nora found the bags on the shore, like they were washed up. They should have been soaking. Hell, they should have sunk!” I took a shaky breath in. “Every day we stay here the more it feels like we’re not leaving. It’s like someone wants us to stay here. I know I sound crazy but come on!”

“Y/n...” 

“We don’t even remember the crash!”

“We all blacked out.”

“That’s not how plane crashes work though!” I realized how loud I had gotten. I noticed how Nora was sitting, hugging her knees tight. Shelby’s face was pale, even in the orange glow from the fire. I closed my eyes. “This isn’t my first crash.” I kept my eyes shut. I didn’t need to see their faces while I told this story. “I got into another one like eight or nine years ago. The engines broke and we crashed in a forest somewhere near Chicago. And I remember it all. I remember the engines failing, and the plane falling and the back coming off when we hit the trees. I didn’t black out until I was on the ground. So yeah, I think something is fucking off. This isn’t right, none of this is right! We shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t-” 

I started to choke on my own words. I think I was starting to throw myself into a frenzy. Something grabbed at my hand. It was Toni. She looked me in the eyes. There was something in her gaze that told me I was safe. Told me to calm down.

“Okay,” Dot said slowly. “I think we’re all starting to lose it a little bit Y/n. And no sleep isn’t gonna help. Let’s all try to get some shut eye, yeah?”

I nodded profusely and flipped onto my side, embarrassed now from that outburst. I guess I didn’t realize how far off the rails I’d been slipping. Silently, I started to cry.

I tried to stay as far away from Toni as possible. With my back to her, I figured that my crying could be somewhat camouflaged. I was very wrong.

“Hey,” Toni murmured. When I didn’t respond, she tugged on my shoulder to roll me over. I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks. I couldn’t look at her directly. Her gaze softened. I realized then how close we were. Even in pitch darkness, I could still make out the outline of her face, her cheeks, her nose, her lips- I prayed she couldn’t hear how loud my heart was thumping. Toni reached a hand out and brushed another tear away. Had I started crying again? Jesus I was so far gone. “I know how you feel. I wanna get out of here too.’ I said nothing.

Toni moved to create some more space and put her arm out. I looked at her, questioning, though I doubt she could see my face. “Come here,” she said quietly. “I heard what you told us yesterday, about what your mom says? Sometimes you just need a hug.” I nearly started crying again right there. Slowly, I squirmed closer until my body was curled into hers. I smiled inwards. Besides the fact that my heart was trying to beat right out of my chest, I felt better. We both drifted off soon after.

 I woke up to the sun shining way too bright and the sound of…snickering? I opened my eyes and tried not to get totally blinded by the light. I looked up to see Nora, Fatin and Dot standing over me, all chuckling.

“What?” I mumbled. I must have woken Toni up because she started moving underneath me.

Oh.

That’s why they were laughing.

I had fallen asleep curled into Toni’s side and woken up completely entangled with her. It wasn’t a one-sided thing either, she was holding on to me for dear life. What. The. fuck. I jolted upright, maybe a little too fast because the three girls around us started to laugh more.

“Good morning love birds,” Fatin cooed.

“Shut up,” Toni said, using a hand to shield her eyes. “We were conserving heat.”

“Yeah, what she said,” I smiled. “Is it breakfast already?”

“Not quite,” Dot shrugged. “Martha and Shelby are still getting some berries and shit.”

“Oh well in that case I’m going back to bed,” Toni grunted, rolling over. Her and I were on water duty today, so technically we had no need to be up before breakfast anyway. Dot and the girls made their way back to the fire. I was half awake though. Might as well start the day early too. Except that Toni seemed to have other plans.

Before I had the chance to get up Toni was tugging at my arm, silently asking me to come lay down. I gave in immediately. “Come keep me warm,” she mumbled. And so I did. As I laid my head down onto her chest, I noticed Shelby looking at us. She turned away when she met my gaze, but there was something behind her eyes. Disgust. Great, just what we needed. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with a fucking homophobe.

“Do you think Shelby is homophobic,” I asked lowly.

“I dunno, maybe? Why?”

“No reason, I just….That would be pretty awkward if she was.”

“Yeah…”

 Nora woke me up a second time that day for breakfast. We ate in silence like we had done for the last few days. Food was running short and we were getting antsy. Toni and I broke away from the group after we ate with half of Fatin’s luggage bag. We trekked up and through the forest towards the waterfall. Neither of us said a word the whole trip. I was starting to overthink. Like, heavily overthink. In normal circumstances, overthinking might be appropriate. The night before was…not normal. But these were not ordinary circumstances. The middle of nowhere is probably the best place to have not normal and still be fine. Whatever. Right? Was it weird? Does she think I’m some weird crybaby now? Was that just a pity hug? Am I going absolutely crazy for no reason?

I’d gotten so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t even notice we’d arrived back at camp. As Toni and I got to work, filling bottles to boil, Rachel was shouting from the top of a cliff. She was holding up a sack of something, I couldn’t quite make it out.

“Who’s ready to fucking feast?”

Mussels. Rachel found mussels. Now, I’d never been one for survival training but the one thing I knew was that seafood was a no.

“I really don’t mean to be a bubble burster, it’s just that seafood can be really dangerous,” I explained. Rachel looked like she wanted to take my head off. “And we do not have the vicinities to properly prepare these.”

“So what, you’re saying I’m trying to poison all of us?” Rachel challenged.

“No! No, no, not at all Rach. This was a great find, you did good.” I smiled wearily. “All I’m saying is that maybe someone should sit this one out, you know? Just in case. If we’re all sick then we’ve got no chance.”

“Great then who’s gonna be the starving one?”

“I don’t mind. I got berries.”

 Turns out Shelby wouldn’t eat either. An allergy, I think she said. It felt good to see everyone this happy. Leah was genuinely smiling, Dot seemed a little less stressed. For a second it felt like we were actually on the retreat we were supposed to be on. Toni started to make out with her mussels. Or…well you know, with them. We all found it hilarious. Except for Shelby...

“Fuck you.” And with that Toni was off, running down the beach. I myself was on the brink of tears. Some churches man…they’ll brainwash even the best of 'em. I stared at the sand, not sure where to go. I wanted to chase after Toni, I wanted to stay right here and hide in the sand. The rest of the girls had gone quiet too.

“What?” Shelby asked. “Am I not allowed to have my own beliefs?”

“Not those ones,” I spat. I pushed myself up and jogged around the bend.

I saw Toni near the shoreline. She had her feet in the water. Cautiously, I crept up behind her. I didn’t want to startle her. “You good?”

Toni turned and her stance signaled she was ready for a fight. Her shoulders relaxed when she realized it was just me. “Yeah. No. Whatever, I just need a break from barbie bitch.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” I chuckled. “Will you though? Be okay?”

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.” She looked back out at the sea.

“G-good. Okay, I, uh…good, I’m glad,” I was muttering. I mutter when I’m nervous. Avoiding eye contact, all that fun stuff.

“Why are you so nervous?” Shit. So she did notice. “I mean you’re chill around everyone else but you get all twitchy around me. What’s with that?” She paused and her face fell a bit. “Do I scare you?”

“Oh god no,” I grasped her hand. “No I promise Toni, I’m not scared of you.”

“Then what?”

I look down at my toes. “I-I um…you-“ I swallow hard. “You’re pretty.”

She didn’t say anything and I was about ready to jump into the ocean and never come back. And then she laughed. She fucking laughed! Oh my god I was going to cry. I felt like I had just been publicly rejected in middle school all over again.

“That was cute,” Toni said, still chuckling a bit. I looked her dead in the eyes and she wasn’t kidding.

“Okay, I’m gonna go back now.” I turned on my heel and started walking back, very briskly might I add. I could not believe that just happened. 

“Yeah me too-“Toni cut herself off and started heaving. I looked back. Toni was throwing up her entire stomach and then some. I rushed to her side, brushing the hair from her face. In the distance, I could see Rachel throwing up too. Oh Jesus Christ.

Shelby and I spent the rest of the day running from girl to girl, holding hair and passing out water. It was one huge haze of running back and forth, trying to make sure no one died. I knew that the mussels were a bad idea. God, how could I be so stupid? This was all my fault. Once Dot resurfaced from the dead, she took charge. Leah was sent to go find the medical bag while Dot and I boiled more water. She had me look over Toni and Marty while she took after the twins.

Toni was not good. By the time I got back to her, she was practically lifeless. Fatin was trying to get her to drink some canned water but it wasn’t working. Matha, who was equally unwell sat by idly, crying into her can of water and trying not to throw up again. I pulled Toni off of Fatin and into my lap, trying to get her to drink the water from my bottle. She kept turning her head away or pushing my hand. I pulled her closer and upright with one arm and got Fatin to hold her face in one place.

“Drink,” I told her. She couldn’t even speak but she shook her head. “Toni, drink. Please. You need to rehydrate for me okay?” I got her to drink a little, but she just couldn’t swallow. Martha started crying at some point. Luckily, Leah made it back with the medicine. 

Trying to fight Toni into taking the pill was not working Especially not when everyone started crowding and screaming at myself and Dot. Shelby crouched to our level and took the pill from Dot. This only made things worse. No way in hell was Toni ever going to accept anything from Shelby. But blondie wasn’t going down without a fight. In one motion, she’d shoved me out of the way and climbed on top of Toni, dropping the pill into her mouth and forcing her to swallow. 

 Night fell and everyone was exhausted. Toni hadn’t woken up since Shelby drugged her and honestly I was getting a little worried she died in her sleep or something. Martha wasn’t looking too hot either. She’d broken into a sweat despite the cold of the night. Everyone else is tucked into their respective beds, dead silent. The cold night air made it easier to relax. After a day like today all i wanted to do was curl up next to Toni and never wake up. 

Beside me, Toni started to stir. The weight I’d been carrying finally lifted off my shoulders. “Toni?”, I chimed. “Are you alive?”

“No,” she grumbled as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. I didn’t give her a moment more to readjust to life before I tackled her in a hug.

“Oh my god, you’re okay.” She laughed at me again, but this time I didn’t mind. Cause she wasn’t dead. Or close to dying. I pulled her back down on top of me. She fell asleep again in my arms. I smiled down at her. Once again, there was a moment where I wasn’t in living hell. It was just me and Toni. Somewhere safe. And warm, preferably. Everything was going to be okay.

 And then Marty dropped dead.

#erana james #toni shalifoe #the wilds #amazon prime #shoni #shelby goodkind #leah x fatin #martha blackburn #dot campbell #rachel reid #nora reid #toni shalifoe x reader #toni shalifoe imagine

[apureillusion]

Toni: Nice hands, Shelby

Shelby: Uh, thanks

Toni: Bet they’d look even better wrapped around my-

Dot: Umm Shelb, isn’t it time you interrupt her and say bible or some shit?

Shelby: Nah, I’m intrigued

#shoni #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #dot campbell #dotin #the wilds #amazon prime #ok but this would happen #imagine fatin’s reaction #she’d be like yep those are my little lesbians #and martha’s reaction!?!? #ugh we need this in season 2 #mia healey #erana james #shannon berry

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Which is your story with the fireflies?

Hi, thank you for asking! ☀️ It comes from my main Legolas x OC story, which is currently being rewritten on Ao3 here.

It was previously on another site (Quotev), and the chapters are going up one by one after being rewritten, so you can’t find the firefly scene online yet, except for here down below 👇🏻

The scene in question is the first time Bonnie and Legolas fully let their guard down around each other. This is after getting drunk their first night being forced to travel with one another to reach Lake-town, where they’re aiming to complete individual goals regarding Thorin’s Company.

The entire scene can be found below the cut :)

(also, I might make an actual post introducing the story with the cover art and synopsis, etc? I feel like others have done that, and I should too?)

Now giggling and completely drunk on Oin’s moonshine, Bonnie and Legolas fell onto their backs against the green grass and moss.

Dancing had tired them out, as breaths racked their chests—more believable for the human girl than it was for the elf, but her modern music had a different beat, of which he was entirely unfamiliar with.

Regarding said music, the soft tunes of “Southern Nights” by Glen Campbell filled the air, providing a cosy ambience for them both. Bonnie was certainly glad her Sony Walkman had made it with her to Middle-earth, now more than ever.

She briefly wondered how they handled such silence otherwise.

It was intimate underneath the stars and beside the river, perhaps a little too intimate for the two reluctant travel companions. However, at certain points in their impulsive dance, they couldn’t help but secretly thank the orcs for ruining their previous plans.

The constellations above them glittered, like a million diamonds. Their heads were spinning from both the dizzying dance and alcohol, but even then, they couldn’t fight the stupid grins off their faces.

They felt as though they had just spun on the spot for five minutes-straight, as if they were no more than children again. Things felt, for the first time in a long time, easy.

Considering a dragon and war between their two sides was on the near horizon, that was a feat in itself.

Bonnie glanced to her left discreetly, stealing a peek at the happy prince. He was certainly odd, but in an even odder way, he made her feel safe.

Before he could catch her, she looked up at the stars again—listening in closely to his inhales and exhales, the running river, swaying leaves, howling wolves, chirping crickets and Sony Walkman.

Legolas, too, stole a glance at her, considering her greatly. He now knew her secret, and though that answered some questions about her, many more were left.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Bonnie remarked after a moment of silence, referencing the stars. “We didn’t have views like this back in Chicago—and if we did, they were usually just helicopters tricking you into thinking they’re God or some shit.”

Bonnie laughed to herself slightly in disbelief over the memory from that Chicago alleyway, nearly a whole year prior. Where had the time gone?

Legolas giggled with her, even if he didn’t quite understand what was so funny. He liked to laugh with Bonnie, and he couldn’t yet explain why.

Lifting a lazy hand, Legolas dragged it along the sparkling canvas above. “They tell stories. Did you know that?”

“No,” Bonnie replied, sincerely. She folded her hands and rested them on her stomach. “Can you tell me one?”

Legolas pursed his lips to one side in thought, and ran a drunken gaze along the sky. His eyesight, for the first time in his life, wasn’t perfect. He almost revelled in the feeling of the complete and utter lack of control.

“Hmm…” he hummed, and from the close proximity he was laying next to her, Bonnie could feel the vibration of his voice. “Ah, straight above—it is the story of a little elf losing his way from home, but ultimately returning.”

“Pfft,” Bonnie disagreed, waving her own hand. “That ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of tiny little dots, Blondie.”

“No, I’m being quite serious,” Legolas beamed, looking to his side and at her. “Look closer—you can see his little body surrounded by the trees, and over to the right, you can see him walking through them.”

Bonnie complied and followed his hand, smiling the whole while. However, her smile soon steadily ran away, upon catching sight of something else.

Legolas noticed this, and questioned her in a concerned voice, coming up onto his elbows.

“Bonnie? Are you all right?”

Instead of replying, she slowly sat up, and stared at the crowns of leaves above them in unbridled wonder.

There, floating above the city girl, were many fireflies—something she had wished to see her whole life, but never had.

“They’re…they’re—” she had gone to say.

“Fireflies,” Legolas grinned, looking up at the trees now as well.

Parting her lips, and gaping in shock, Bonnie stood upright. The fireflies came down to meet their woodland prince and worldly guest, gently floating by.

She held both hands together, and pressed them in close to her chest, as she turned on the spot slowly. There were so many of them, and more amazing than she ever could have imagined.

“They’re…beautiful,” the usually cocky girl slipped, for once speaking with her guard completely down.

Still only sat up on his elbows, Legolas watched Bonnie move around with studious eyes, a soft smile on his lips. Fireflies all around the prince basked him in a golden glow, as he watched the girl in quite literally a new light.

She grinned at the floating bugs, and reached her fingers out to touch them. He could’ve sworn he saw tears welling up behind her eyes.

Standing up behind Bonnie, he walked forwards, so that he now stood by her side.

“Beautiful is right,” he said, looking down at her with an expression no one had ever seen on him before.

And, for now, it was an expression no one else would see, for Bonnie missed his gentle voice—too caught up in the marvel that was glowing around her.

Understanding that she wanted to interact closer with them, Legolas lifted up a hand, so that one landed on his finger.

She gasped slightly, and responsively moved her eyes in closer, for Legolas had brought it up for her to view.

“Wait! Blondie! You’re an elven prince!” Bonnie suddenly recalled, beaming up at Legolas.

“Last time I checked,” he smirked, almost returning to his bickering ways in Rivendell with her.

Rolling her eyes, but still grinning brightly, Bonnie pressed on—Chicago accent thick. “You can talk to them! Oh, God, ask them something! Or, I don’t know! Talk about whatever you talk to animals about!”

Legolas smiled back in an eye-crinkling manner, and nodded, chuckling slightly. He brought the firefly in close to his nose, and spoke soft Sindarin words to the bug.

Soon, it seemed as though he was caught up in conversation with said firefly, for he responded a few times with warm words she didn’t at all understand.

At one point, he giggled shyly and blushed—looking away from the firefly and down at his feet instead, where he gently tumbled blades of grass over one another.

Noticing this, Bonnie knitted her brows and questioned him with a curious smile. “What did he say?”

As he lifted his eyes and met hers, Bonnie swallowed deeply, for there was a certain glow within them unmatched by the golden bugs all around.

“He said, and I quote,” Legolas began, in almost a whisper, “that ‘despite them all glowing brightly tonight’ and ‘despite the stars beaming down for us’ you, Bonnie, are ‘still the most radiant of all things’, and then I said…”

Bonnie sucked on her lower lip, and tilted her head slightly, trying to catch Legolas’ averting eyes.

“You said…what, Blondie?” Bonnie asked, feeling a slither of hope over something she didn’t quite understand.

Meeting her eyes again, Legolas smiled warmly, and concluded his words.

“I said that I agree.”

The smile steadily ran away from Bonnie’s face, as his words rang around within her mind, like melodic bells.

“Wedding bells,” she knew Bilbo would have said, for once glad he wasn’t around.

However, irregardless, whether it be the alcohol driving her forward, or something more genuine, Bonnie beamed brighter in response to the frog-loving archer.

With a blush creeping along his features, Legolas shyly returned her smile.

And there, as Bonnie’s Sony Walkman played many old songs into the golden air that night by the river and fire, the two previous rivals grew a little bit closer—praying that morning would never come, for they knew what lay ahead in Lake-town.

Everything they felt tonight, alcohol-induced or not, would have to be forgotten by morn, for Thranduil and Thorin would surely forbid what had barely even begun from blooming further.

However, there, amongst the fireflies, they decided that that was their future selves’ problem.

#long way to go yet #since it’s being completely rewritten #but it’s my main work atm with a new chapter every few days or so #also should I make a proper post for it with the cover art and stuff? #lord of the rings #lotrdaily #lotr movies #the hobbit #elves #hobbit #mirkwood #legolas #Legolas x oc #lotr x oc #the hobbit x oc #hobbit x reader #lotr x reader #Legolas x reader #lotr imagine #Legolas imagine #hobbit imagine

[a-writes3]

Strings

Chapter One: The Offer

Fatin Jadmani x reader

the wilds band au.

I promise it'll get better I just never know how to start stories. BTW all of their songs will be existing songs in the world from a bunch of different artists. I will be making playlists of songs in each chapter.

series masterlist

Living in L.A there are a lot of bands trying to make it big, get record deals. But The Unsinkables were different, they had an instant draw to them. Talent and charm that couldn't be matched, a stage presence that captured everyone's attention at once. The Unsinkables are also a sapphic band, a band of women for women, they are all of the queer community wrapped around their fingers.

There was Shelby, the bands lead singer and rhythm guitarist. The blonde was known as the sunshine of the group, always smiling and cheering others up. she is also in a relationship with fellow bandmate Toni, who is the Lead guitarist, though hot headed at times she has a heart of gold and will only come after you if you hurt those she cares about.

Dot, the drummer, is everyone’s masc dream. rumored to hook up with fans backstage and at after parties. a stone exterior at first after a life of hurt and disappointment but the softest person when you get to know her.

and then there’s Fatin, the bass player, everyone in the world has a crush on her and basks in the attention. she's hot and she definitely knows it, uses it to her advantage often. pushing lovers away after a day is normal for her, she keeps a lock around her heart for fear of it being broken. she can be icy at first but deep down, she cares deeply.

Shelby walks into the local music center, which is filled with practice rooms and walks through the halls, glancing though the small windows in the doors. Near the end of the hall, she finally finds who she is looking for, y/n, sitting in a room at a piano playing a melody that she seemed to have written, going back and forth between the keys and the paper she was writing notes on as she went. The blonde knocks quietly on the door and you look up to meet her eyes through the glass. Getting up and opening the door, Shelby gives you a friendly smile. You had known the girl since high school, you were in choir together throughout the years. The friendship has grown quite a lot, you consider each other best friends. though in recent times with her band, the closeness isn’t quite the same, she’s always busy.

“Hi Shelby” you offer her a smile back while making space for her to enter the room.

“Hey, y/n” she seems nervous, picking at her fingernails a bit.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, not at all. I just had a little question for you.”

“Oh, go ahead.” you couldn’t help but feel nervous too at the question.

“So, my band needs a new keyboard player. and I thought of you.” she must’ve sensed wariness from you and continued quickly, “you don’t have to but maybe you could come to practice, meet the girls, play a couple songs and we can go from there.”

you hesitated a bit, anxious about what the others would think of you especially over a year into their time as a band.

“I don’t know shelbs, what if your band mates don’t want me there. i mean do they even know you’re here right now?”

“Well, not exactly. we floated the idea of a new keyboard player months ago, but no one could agree. our bassist, Fatin, thinks she can handle both instruments at once but with how bass heavy all of our songs are, she’s struggling on stage to switch back and forth. we need you.” the girl explained, a pleading look in her eyes. “Plus, wouldn’t it be nice to see each other more and make music together?”

you smiled softly at the last part, but your brain goes to Fatin, she went to your high school as well, a popular kid so you never spoke to her, but truth be told you always has a fascination with the girl. she was attractive no doubt and she had an undeniable charm to her.

“Fine. one practice” you say sighing. “But I am not agreeing to be in the band yet.” you add on before Shelby gets too excited.

“Yes!” the blonde exclaims. “Be at my house at 6 tonight!"

You watch Shelby walk out the room, smiling at her excitement. You sit back down to get more work done and pass the time until 6 o'clock comes.

#the wilds imagines #fatin jadmani x reader #shelby goodkind imagines #the wilds #fatin jadmani #dot campbell #leah rilke #shelby goodkind x reader #shelby goodkind #rachel reid #fatin jadmani imagines #dot campbell x reader #dot the wilds #dot campbell imagines

[mwolf0epsilon]

That could count on some major crime? For example, I have not seen that anyone has some version of an employee has committed a murder or something like that. (Maybe I'm exaggerating a bit but, you get the point right? "Strange" is interesting, as long as you know that it should not be taken as a joke. And I'm sorry if I don't explain myself well.)

I mean, everyone has been involved in at least one strange event, since the supernatural exists in this world:

Joey Drew - Has messed with several different forms of magic and pagan rituals in his pursuit to create a practical form of alchemy. He's played god and created bastardized life.

Henry Stein - His uncle that left him the cabin in the Appalachian Mountains, told him some pretty strange stories from his experiences alone in the woods. Think "Missing 411" type stories. He himself has seen strange things in those woods...

Sammy Lawrence - There was an incident from his childhood that Wally insists was likely an extraterrestrial encounter. Sammy repressed it and refuses to believe it was aliens.

Jack Fain - He is a skeptic, but vastly fascinated by greek mythology. Has met some pretty odd people through that interest, that had very strange beliefs. At least one or two of these people were from some form of weird cult.

Susie Campbell - Her father was involved with the mafia, which was another reason why she had little contact with him. Still, Susie has seen some things no child should ever bare witness to. She's repressed most of it, but a part of her seems sadistically gleeful as a result of exposure...

Norman Polk - His family has connections to a cult that tried to kidnap him when he was a baby. The house he grew up in is also heavily haunted by the original family patriarch, a violent sociopathic cultist.

Allison Pendle - Her family is involved in a witch coven. She is a witch herself, and specializes in natural elixirs and potions.

Thomas Connor - His parents immigrated from Mexico for more than just work related reasons. There's stuff they hated talking about, and Thomas himself isn't sure if he'll ever understand those hushed stories of things that went bump in the night. He'd rather remain skeptical.

Wally Franks - The Franks family is enough of an oddity in of itself. There's a ton of bizarre unexplainable stories associated with them, and Wally himself seems to be cursed/blessed with absurdly good luck.

Shawn Flynn - Was a witness to a Banshee sighting when he was a young boy. It traumatized him.

Grant Cohen - He can't be entirely sure, but Grant has memories of an old lady outside his bedroom window, singing him to sleep every night when he was a child. His parents insist it was his imagination and that there was no elderly lady living in their home, nor that it would be possible to sing to him from his bedroom window, since his room was on the second floor.

Buddy Lewek - The studio itself was the odd event in his life.

Dot - She may or may have not had a "witch" phase. It's hard to tell what she believes or not, but Dot is a naturally curious person so she's seen and met strange people. The studio was still the strangest place she ever ended up in.

Abby Lambert - Thanks to Joey's peculiar interests she both researched and experienced some otherworldly things. Her worst experience involved a spirit board that made her promise to herself she'd never get involved in this sort of thing ever again...

Doc Hackenbush - He's an open-minded individual despite being a more logical sort. As a medical practitioner he's vastly curious as to how certain unknown phenomenon affect the human body. This fascination has stuck with him since he was a child, but he's never disclosed why. The running theory is that he may have seen something he wasn't meant to see.

Bertrum Piedmont - Joey Drew. Enough said, I'm sure...

Lacie Benton - While living with her uncle in his boat house she's pretty sure she's seen a mermaid. She says it's not like the stories at all, that thing was HIDEOUS.

Emma LaMonte - Like Norman she lived in a haunted house during her childhood. There was a particularly benign spirit living in her bedroom closet even. She liked to talk to them.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #headcanons

[jasontoddssuper]

This is a weird crossover idea but hear me out: au where the Warner siblings go to camp Campbell. The camp itself is already chaotic, imagine the shenanigans and hijinks that would ensue from the Warners’ cartoon physics. Wakko and Nikki would be best friends who roll around in mud and eat random shit. Yakko and Neil would nerd out together and roast people with their combined sarcasm. Dot and Max would commit arson and have the snarkiest comebacks. The flower scouts and wood scouts become their “special friends”. They would LOVE David and try to hook him up with Gwen because they can tell the two have feelings for each other. The other campers would be intimidated by them at first but eventually grow to like them.

UGH GABBY YOUR MIND😩😩😩😩😩😩👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

#bisexualyakko #askxaquestion #animaniacs #camp camp #gwenvid

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

My old Bendy reimagining details

I’m just revealing this crap because shit didn’t get really started. 

Basically these were as of right now, the ages for characters in my Bendy reimagining AU. The story ideas Henry didn’t leave and he was there for Bendy’s, “Birth”. While Joey disowned Bendy, Henry tried his best to father Bendy(Who is basically Ink Bendy as you see in the game). Even though they kept Bendy secret from the public. 

Joey wanted to do more experiments but Henry didn’t allowed that. So either Henry committed suicide or likely actually Joey murdered him. Making him seem like he killed himself. Or I guess worked himself to death. With Henry gone, Bendy was locked away, with Joey being allowed to do whatever he wanted.

David Stein is Henry’s son who was a Vietnam vet who was honorably discharged after killing his commander who was raping a female prisoner of war. Which is why he was discharged but he did something very good. He killed a literal rapist.

David blames Joey for the death of his father and hates the company. Especially the fact it was still called, “Joey Drew Studios” yet Henry still worked with him. 

10 years or actually 20 years after his father’s death. Because no one knew Joey killed Henry actually. Joey invites David back with the idea that he wants to talk to him and understand him better. With the impression that maybe he could have David forgive him. 

But it’s actually David getting trapped in the studio and having to survive. Along with surviving with the rebels in a way. Which are Allison Angel, Tom The Wolf, Buddy Boris, and Wally The Devil. 

Which are basically reincarnated versions of employees who worked with Joey. 

Buddy Boris never became Brute Boris. I think Twisted Barry/Derek Brooker replaces him. With Dot Angel under Twisted Alice’s care possibly still. Along with Twisted Alice kidnapping Allison at one point. But she doesn’t become a monster.

We still also have Sammy Lawrence in there too. Trying to sacrifice people.

There is this theme and story of the fact Ink Bendy and David are basically brothers in a way. While not biologically, but they are. I guess with David finding out his dad was murdered. 

I guess it ends in a similar fashion as the original game. My ideas from, “Bendy And The Last Rebirth” were transferred to here.

David got his name from David Banner from The Incredible Hulk 1978 show. I was imagining him as a mix of the 1977 Spider-Man show version of Peter Parker and David Banner. With a bit of elements of Joel Miller’s skill from The Last Of Us. 

Originally David Stein would of been Andrew Joseph. A character I made up in an old reimaging idea of Bendy. Practically a younger version of Joey who was made by Joey to undo the wrongs of what he had done.

I think somehow I would of made shit more darker. Including other details like the studio would started in 1947 originally. In a time era close to when Tom And Jerry first started. But I wanted to keep that 1930′s origin. Including the story would of took place in 1977. But it seems like I changed it to 1979.

The reason I’m revealing this because I just got stuck on it. Along with Dark Revival isn’t out. Finally, I’m focusing on FNAF now. Because at least there’s a lot more to work with. While Bendy in a way right now, is kind of confusing. Despite I love the franchise more.

I didn’t put a year date of when Bendy would be, “Born”. While I think 1945. But I’m not sure. Because that is theorized to be his birth year in the main games timeline. I’m still talking about Ink Bendy. 

I’ve had this post since November 21st 2020...at 5:07 am...amazing.

Joey Drew Studios: 1933 as a small indie studio. 1939 as a bigger studio. 1969 when the studio was officially shut down.

Joey Drew: 1909.

Henry Stein: 1909-1959.

Sammy Lawrence: 1915. Hired in 1937. 

Wally Franks: 1927. Hired in 1945.

Susie Campbell: 1931.

Allison Pendle: 1933.

Thomas Connor: 1929.

Buddy Lewek: 1939.

Dot: 1939.

Norman Polk: 1907.

David Stein: 1953.

Bendy: 19

#GeekGem Rambles