#even though I’ve only made like 5 posts to this account so far

[julesisdrawing]

I played Wylde Flowers when it came out on switch and I loved it! That being said the idea of walking around in winter in a dress made me cringe so I wanted to draw some more weather-appropriate outfits for her

(and situationally-appropriate, girl I know you’re sad but you can’t just sleep in a leather jacket)

#art #my art #tara wylde #wylde flowers #switch games #nintendo switch #apple arcade #apple arcade games #this may strike a few as off-color for me #even though I’ve only made like 5 posts to this account so far #but I really liked this game! #sure a couple things could’ve been done better but like I’m always down for a farming sim game #plus magic and hot lesbians? sign me UP 😤 #and like these designs were actually really fun I may do some for the rest of the characters #because like the fashion game in fairhaven is very much lacking

[vinelark]

fic writer meme

thank you [checks notes] @megafaunatic, @cairoscene, @englishsub, @yuebings, and @cafecliche for the tags ilu

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 15! which is solidly 14 more than i ever expected to have on there when i made the account

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 277,844

3. What fandoms do you write for? on ao3: mdzs/cql, tgcf, shl, and dc. in groupchats/dms/my own head i’m running wild all over the place

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 🐉 this river runs to you 💍 i’ll have you and you’ll have me 🪐 i will be chasing a starlight ⚔️ you’re the trouble that i always find 🌊 a wave crashes to shore

5. Do you respond to comments? not often; i have made multiple attempts to start replying regularly but all have eventually failed in the face of me desperately wanting to show my earnest and genuine appreciation for each comment vs. wanting to hide my blushing face under a pillow every time. also, because of who i am as a person, each time i sat down to do it i ended up spending hours making little progress and eventually decided that i will make an effort to spend those hours writing or commenting on other fics instead. i am honored by each and every one though!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? while i tend to write angst it is always firmly of the “with a happy ending” sort. the one exception is my shortest fic (originally posted on twitter) never been away so long, which is more of an ambiguous/open ending with implied angst. i dooooo outline the eventual happy ending in the endnotes, though. also as it CURRENTLY stands buy back the secrets ends on one hell of an angsty note, but there are two more chapters in the works to fix that.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? despite the wangxian star trek au having like 20k of deliriously happy post-misunderstanding sex, i think trrty has to have the happiest ending because not only does the fic end happily, but there are also multiple very happy codas in which wwx gets a good night’s sleep, finally gets to bang his dragon boyfriend, and, my personal fav, one by aubreyli where wangxian go flying in a thunderstorm.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not so far, for which i am grateful but mostly lucky.

9. Do you write smut? occasionally; on ao3 there’s the aforementioned trrty coda, plus the aforementioned cowritten wangxian pon farr sequence 💪

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written? hmm, i’m not opposed to crossovers—i’ve read some really fun ones (recent fav crossover read here)—but i’d have to be really compelled by both source materials and have a very clear vision for how they interact to want to write one myself. i’ve written a few fandom fusions (aforementioned wangxian star trek au; i also started a wangxian dragon age au but again, no dragon age characters were going to show up, just the world/setting) but no full-on crossovers. i did have one partially drafted wangxian fic that was going to have a hua cheng deus ex machina, alas.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i’m aware of! it’s not something i really go looking for/concern myself with, but so far, like with fandom hate, i’m grateful to not have encountered it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! my wangxian wedding fic was translated to russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i co-wrote seventy thousand words of published fic with @feyburner! and probably two hundred thousand words of unpublished fic and outlines and story ideas just for fun. even when we aren’t co-writing we tend to talk through our individual fics with each other so we’re pretty in sync when it comes to writing. i also spent like a year in @cairoscene’s DMs concocting whole outlines/zerodrafts for batfam fics together that i still cherish and reread (notable favs: tim drake ella enchanted au, concept where the waynes are cursed to suddenly feel nothing but apathy about tim and he has to deal with that, story where robin!tim gets de-aged and oops red hood is the first one to show up…). i’d say the OCBFEU is fic-adjacent and cowritten by a group of us. also shoutout to the mdzs threadfic @cafecliche and i brainstormed/zerodrafted where lan qiren gets cursed into an owl and post-cql wei wuxian is the one who unknowingly saves him.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? oh yeah it’s [loud truck goes by]

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? cyborg!wwx…i still think of you fondly. the only ao3 fic i’ve ever posted knowing i probably wouldn’t finish it but wanted to share just for fun.

16. What are your writing strengths? pangs… mining little character details for humor (or, more often, for more pangs)… i also think i’ve really improved my action writing/pacing over the last few years.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i write actual drafts/prose fairly slowly, which can be frustrating for me. also like @yuebings i often get very caught up in trying to perfect one small part of a draft before moving on. ummmm describing outfits/settings for reasons other than immediate plot-relevant details, i’m terrible at that + remembering to do it—i literally make myself do a What Are We Looking At Here Pass while revising sometimes.

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics? i’m not totally sure what this question is asking tbh, but it’s something i think can be done incredibly well—and, like with many things in storytelling, it’s the sort of thing where if you don’t actually speak the second language you need to be willing to put in work beyond a cursory google to try to achieve what you’re doing, and be willing to admit if it’s beyond your capabilities. i really like how the portuguese dialogue in bbts ended up and that’s 100% because @tigerjpg translated it for me and also already understood the scene/concept/characters; without them i would have found a different way to approach that scene. also, stylistically, i personally like when dialogue in other languages isn’t italicized unless there’s a real reason for it to be.

19. First fandom you wrote for? oh it was [a second loud truck whooshes by]

20. Favorite fic you have written? right now it’s bbts, because i think it’s also the fic i’ve had the most fun writing. trrty, though, will always hold a special place in my heart.

and i tag! @tlumeti, @burins, @smilebackwards, @bonesbuckleup, @hearteyeshayley, @sonosvegliato

#this was so fun thank you #also i loved getting tagged so many times because i could immediately go read everyone's writeups #like a very fun trip down memory lane #my fic

[renaultphile]

TC tag game

Thank you for the questions and for tagging me @spudodell.

Rules: Answer the questions and tag other TC fans!

1. "He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

Ralph to Laurie in the ‘break-up’ scene, as soon as Laurie starts asserting himself:

"Don't waste time, Spud. It's childish to start an argument about whether we love each other, the moment I go and sit on the other side of the room”

What a horrible thing to say!  Run like the wind, Laurie!

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

First let’s take a moment to appreciate Spudodell's recent spot of a stealth kiss (can you re-blog that one too, I couldn't find it!) at the beginning of the ‘break-up’ scene when Laurie comes through the door, which to me is absolutely definitive and ground-breaking (not in a good way for me, but still….brilliant detective work!)

On the kiss, I am in the ‘no kiss’ camp, but it is not possible to be definitive.  I feel that Mary plays a lot with echoes, parallels, and contrasts, and for me ultimately I feel the lack of a kiss is meant to be a contrast to other moments in the book, not an echo. 

But what has exercised me more recently is, kiss or no kiss (but especially if there was a kiss), this scene in chapter two really gives me the creeps.  I have been reading around the topic for some schoolboy Ralph fics and Alec/Ralph (watch this space on that one), and it has become ever more clear (Alec Waugh’s commentary ‘Public School Life’ being the best reference on this) that Prefects really were like Gods.  He points out that prefects had almost as much power as but even less accountability than teachers due to the ‘no-snitch rule’.  You can see it in the discussion of Hazell and his confessions, and how contemptuous the schoolboys are of him for 'confessing' (or in modern terms, reporting an inappropriate relationship).

In some ways, a kiss could explain quite a lot about Laurie’s behaviour and attitudes to Ralph in the book.  But to be brutally honest, I’ve had enough of creepy behaviour in men being disguised as ‘romantic’ in heterosexual romances (Mr Rochester, anyone?) and the thought of encountering it in a gay context in such a beloved book is just too much to bear.

So, no kiss for me!  He was still behaving pretty weirdly but that’s understandable in the circumstances.

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

I’m sold on the fic that has him get a tattoo of his sunken ship.  Love the co-ordinates of Dunkirk idea though!  But I think Lux’s one is more realistic.  My reading of that being that he got drunk and wanted to fit in so he got a load of random not-very-good-ones.

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I favour the ’59 edition, as I broadly feel the cuts make it read better.  But there is one exception.  When Laurie is daydreaming about swimming with Charles, Mary cuts this line:

“Take off your things and jump in."

Apparently skinny-dipping was a step too far for the US audience!  Scandalous!

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

Bunny but not in a good way.

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

I’m Laurie as in sitting in the corner checking out the books.  Not as in going on a rescue mission with some drunken guy.

7. Post a TC meme.

Sorry I couldn’t find the source of this – not exactly a meme but it made me laugh!

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Not that I know what happened to them, but Andrew’s relatives who tried as hard as they could to ruin his life, as if his parents dying wasn't bad enough.

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

I would tell him not to let Dave bully him into leaving Andrew without seeing him.  Because he knows with every fibre of his being that Andrew would not want that.

10. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

Too many to say.  It’s the unknown unknowns that really get me.

Tagging @gayskogul @telltaleangelina @jeork @alovelywaytospendanevening @black-bentley and anyone else who wants to play and would like to raise their head above the parapet!!

#Tag Game #the charioteer #Sorry giving Ralph a bit of a hard time here but y'know.....

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 7

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 & Part 6

Next Chapters: Part 8, Part 9

Author’s Note: Sorry I haven't been able to update as frequently. I've been unusually busy with moving out of my old apartment and traveling. Also for some reason I was having a huge case of writer's block for this chapter. Feel like it's not the best, but I've rewritten it like three times now and I just want to post something already lmao.

I also wanted to let you all know that for non-consensual content in this story, the kind of stuff in this chapter and chapter 4 are as far as it's going to go. If there is any actual smut later on, it'll be consensual.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account which I update quicker.

Warnings: Swearing. Non-consensual touching/groping/kissing. Toby is creepy and horny idk what to tell you. (3,061 words).

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He should have seen this coming.

By now Toby realized he couldn’t control himself when it came to you. Everything involving this relationship never matched his expectations. It threw him for a loop, sometimes in a good way, and other times, like this one, in a bad way.

The only thing going through his head on the walk to your home was his apology, the gift he would bring you, and how you’d eventually forgive him. That you would no longer view him as a threat and finally see how ridiculous the whole situation was.

But that’s not what happened.

After countless hours of thinking about what to say, he found the perfect words to describe how he felt. A way to show you just how romantic he could be and convince you to stay with him.

However, all these lovely ideas had been shot down prematurely.

You didn’t even allow him to enter your home peacefully. Not giving him the chance to fucking speak. And he was so sure he had calmed down enough. Certain that he looked stable, approachable, and harmless. He didn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t want to have to do the things he ended up doing.

But when you denied his feelings, told him to leave you alone, and tried to shut the door on him, what other choice did he have?

Sure, he hoped the two of you could have had a mature conversation. One that would end in a mutual understanding that you should continue seeing each other. And he would respect your boundaries this time, and not… touch you.

At least not a lot.

However, Toby made these promises to himself while he was on his own, desperate to do anything it took just to see you again. When he was sad, heartbroken, and feeling a bit gentler.

So, all these promises, all composure, completely flew out the window once he saw you. Saw how you reacted in horror at his very presence.  And the overwhelming fear of having another person he cared for leave him took over. Toby was willing to do anything it took for his restless nights full of loneliness and agony to end. To finally have someone for his own, a tenderness his life was lacking.

He had you in his grasp, and he was going to dig his claws in to ensure that would never change.

He just wanted to get closer. Feel your skin. Feel your body. Your love. Feel it all.

His heart was ready to burst, making him foam at the mouth like a rabid animal.

 And an animal he was.

 Watching you run flipped a switch in Toby’s brain. The chase. The prey. The thrill of hunting you down. The inevitability of his victory.

Being a proxy wasn’t just a fancy title after all.

Of course, you had no way of knowing what you were up against.

Though admittedly, neither did he.

He expected you to put up a fight. The months spent stalking you, and how you stood up to him before, made that much clear to him. What he didn’t expect was how well you’d do.

Not many people without prior experience can think through their actions under extreme stress. But here you were, opening the balcony, having him question whether you’d already escaped. Hiding in the closet, bursting out when his guard was down, wielding a baton of all things? How you caught his leg, almost pushing him off the second story?

And nothing compared to the look in your eyes, that twisted smile on your face whenever you managed to land a strike. Foolishly believing you gained the upper hand.

The expression you had made him so fucking intoxicated at that moment. The sadistic glee he knew all too well, usually worn by him, gracing your features instead.

And it looked good.

He could have pounced on you all over again. Rip off your clothes. Make you scream for a completely different reason.

There would be plenty of time for that later though.

After knocking you out, panic settled over him seeing the aftermath. The little dance the two of you shared left a mess and he wanted to clean it as quickly as possible. It was a bit sloppy, but he managed to get most of it back in order. Probably not to the full extent he should’ve.

But it was all so exciting. Toby could hardly contain his joy as he carried your limp body over his shoulder, holding that duffel bag he found in the closet full of some of the things he thought you might need.

He felt like a kid in a candy store, finally getting their treat.

And what a treat you were going to be.

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 Here you were now, lying in his bed still unconscious. Tucked carefully under the covers, a bandage on your head he placed there after cleaning the wound where he struck you.

He couldn’t really bring himself to feel bad about it. You were with him now. Contained. Trapped. Everything he had done leading up to this didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that he had you. The end justifying the means.

While he waited for you to wake up, Toby rummaged through your things to pass the time.

Obviously, he took the baton. Ignoring the fact that a weapon like that was hard to come by it also held sentimental value. The thing had brought the two of you together. A tool used to subdue another, something he could use in the future to tame that wildness you seemed to have. Only as a last resort though.

And then there was that pair of little brass knuckles he found at the bottom of the bag. He got a good chuckle out of it, picturing a tiny version of you on a playground getting into skirmishes with other children. Then bringing out the weapon on your small fist. That must’ve been a sight to behold.

Toby lifted his head at the sound of his bedsheets moving.

You were shifting in your sleep. He got up from the wooden chair and walked over, thrilled at the possibility you’d be joining him in the waking world soon.

It was so hard being patient.

Standing at the bedside, he watched your steady breathing.

Your chest rising and falling.

Eyes closed.

So vulnerable… so unaware.

Completely at his mercy.

A shiver ran through his body. Uncontrollable urges and sexual thoughts raced through his head. Why was it always so hard to suppress them around you?

He licked his lips, drool leaking from the exposed gash on his cheek.

His arm hesitantly reached out, hand trembling. Glancing up, he shamefully checked your face, making sure you were still asleep.

What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right?

His hand grabbed your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. He bit his lip trying his best to stifle a moan. His face was already turning red. It was too much for him to handle. They were so soft.

He tried to remember a time in his life when he touched someone else like this, but he came up empty. God, if he went any further, he was going to lose it.

You let out a small whimper, beginning to stir awake. Given the context, Toby interpreted the sound in a much more erotic way. Like you were subconsciously trying to egg him on. His breathing quickened; his hand still attached to that part of you as he clumsily tried to massage it. Trying to elicit more of those noises.

But you didn’t.

He was too careless.

It was impossible for him to gauge just how hard he was grabbing. Unable to know that it was painful.

Your eyes snapped open, and you let out a sudden, bloodcurdling scream.

Toby quickly jerked his arm away from you. His face was still flushed, rubbing the back of his head, acting like a kid that just got caught stealing cookies from a jar.

Not at all convincing.

You scrambled to the other side of the bed, attempting to get up and run out the room.

Toby made no effort to stop you. He knew you were still feeling the effects of your head wound. Your legs were shaking and threatening to collapse underneath you. Almost on cue, you fell forward not even making it to the door.

He snickered cruelly at the pathetic display.

It was adorable. You just looked so cute. So clumsy.

You turned your head looking back at him in fear.

Your fate rested in his hands. It made him feel powerful.

He cockily sauntered over, making a point to tower above you as you crawled on your knees back into a corner.

You formed your hands into fists, trying your best to get into a fighting stance, leaning halfway up on the wall.

A wicked grin formed on his face.

Was that supposed to be intimidating?

Please, you couldn’t even stand up! Much less actually defend yourself!

His shoulders shook, giggling uncontrollably.

Giggle soon escalating into a loud hysterical cackle.

He couldn’t help it.

It was hilarious.

 “You fucking creep!”

 He stopped.

Toby didn’t know how to feel watching your outburst. Was this anger bubbling up inside him? Shame? Fear? Amusement? Lust? He only knew that whatever it was, he was feeling it intensely. You looked so fucking mad at him, baring your teeth while gripping the sides of the walls trying to hoist yourself up.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! You’re a total psycho!” You sneered. “I should have fucking killed you! Just hit you over and over with that baton!” He listened as you began throwing a bunch of crude insults at him, no longer putting sentences together.

Okay, he figured it out. He was angry.

Punching the wall next to him, his fist easily broke through the plaster, bits of white falling out as he retracted his arm back to his side.

You fell silent, eyes widening.

“Enough.” Toby snarled.

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like being called names. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow you to do it. You’re lucky he liked you so much. Anybody else would’ve been in for a world of hurt. But he could be patient with you. For now.

Breathing heavily to contain his rage, he attempted to collect himself. You’d gotten the message. He didn’t need to go further yet.

Looking down he saw your lower lip start to tremble. Your previous confidence starting to waver.

Despite this, you still managed to look him in the eye. It was only now he noticed that you always maintained eye contact when threatened. No matter how terrified you were. It was almost impressive.

And your stare was full of emotion. So much passion.

He searched for the words to describe the way your eyes sparkled. Especially with the tears threatening to spill from them.

Willful. Determined. Stubborn. Beautiful.

He smiled, his clenched fists relaxing.

Man, you really brought out a strange side of him.

“I uh-understand you’re probably a bit disoriented.” Toby playfully tapped his temple at the tiny mark where your baton hit him. “Head wuh-wounds can be kind of bitch, huh? Not that I wuh-would really know. But they can muh-make me a little woozy sometimes.” He joked.

It was kind of adorable now that he thought about it. You two having matching injuries on your heads. Sadly, it wouldn’t last. His head would fully heal, while yours would most likely leave a scar. But for the time being, it was like when couples wear matching outfits. Just more… extreme?

It was definitely on-brand for the relationship so far. Him, a killer. You, a feisty little thing with a tiny sadistic side he was dying to get to know more.

“You think…” He heard you swallow, blinking a couple of times as you were clearly trying to fight back some tears, “You think I’m just a little disoriented? You think that’s what’s happening right now? Why I’m upset?!”

Your voice was beginning to rise again. He needed to put a stop to it.

Toby knelt to your level, hearing you inhale sharply.

“Careful now, (Y/N), you better wuh-watch yourself. After all, I’ve buh-been really patient with you so far.”

His mouth curled into a shit-eating grin. Using the same words you said to him that night you tried to kick him out of your home made him feel confident now. All the mistakes he made leading up to this moment weren’t important. It was over. He didn’t have to pretend. He didn’t have to panic that you’d stop talking to him, and even if he did something that he knew bothered you, or fucked up, it’s not like you could leave.

Toby watched you process his words. You were looking more agitated by the minute, his threats being the only thing stopping you from insulting him again.

He was a bit of a tease; he could admit that.

Though in a weird turn of events, you flashed him a wry smile staring intently at his nose.

It took him a second to remember how you’d taken a swing at it earlier. It was probably still a little bruised and swollen. He’d almost forgotten about it after he set it back in place. You clearly didn’t.

Tilting your head to the side, an attractive smile spread across your face. He blushed, stomach fluttering.

“You know Toby…” You batted your lashes, making him move his face closer to yours in anticipation. “Has anybody ever told you that you have a very punchable face?”

He frowned. That wasn’t where he thought this conversation was going.

“No!” Toby faked an enthusiastic tone. “Anyone that puh-punches me typically doesn’t live long enough to tuh-talk about it!”

The muscles in his face started twitching. He was pissed. Maybe he’d been a bit too lenient before by only threatening you with words.

He roughly grabbed your chin in one hand, his other arm picking you up by the waist, forcing your entire body to lean on his.

He could feel you trembling, your breath shaky as he scanned your face. You stared back, eyeing him with apprehension.

Toby relished the little gasp you made as he smashed his lips against yours. They felt soft compared to his chapped ones. The texture and open sores around his scar smearing crimson on your skin.

He bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Ignoring your cries of pain, Toby pulled on it with his teeth, sucking on the wound to get a taste.

Finally releasing your mouth, he admired how the beads of blood from the cut dribbled down your chin.

The metallic flavor lingered on his tongue. Familiar to him from the constant chewing of his flesh, now the result of your blood and his mixing together as one.

It was romantic in a way.

With a vice-like grip, Toby dragged you by the arm out of the bedroom and into the common area. You thrashed in his hold, scratching his arm and kicking his shins. But it was all in vain. He tossed you onto the ratty couch like a ragdoll and stood menacingly in front of you.

“I duh-don’t want to hurt you. But if you kuh-keep acting up I won’t hesitate to.”

He struggled to think of his next moves. On the one hand, he was upset you kept insulting him and wanted to punish your bad behavior. At the same time, he didn’t want you to be completely terrified of him. It was a difficult balancing act. Even more so considering all the different feelings he had right now.

You sat upright on the couch, staring at him while taking in your surroundings. The gears in your head were turning, and Toby could see the exact moment you realized you had no idea where you were.

The only thing outside the windows were trees that stretched on with no end. Nothing but branches and plant life at every angle. The middle of nowhere.

That might have been why you were acting this way, he noted. You hadn’t fully grasped the situation yet. Sure, you’d woken up in an unfamiliar place, but you were probably so scared and disoriented you didn’t realize you were completely isolated from civilization. That he hadn’t just taken you to some apartment in town. He had taken you someplace that made escaping impossible.

“Where… are we?” You sounded meek, barely even audible.

Toby smiled. Now you understood. “Home. Where you’ll buh-be staying from now on.”

Your face twisted in confusion, body tensing at his answer. “What?”

He didn’t respond. He wanted to watch you squirm a bit first.

Clearly, the silence was making you uneasy.

“What… is it that you want from me? Why are you doing this? Are you going to kill me?”

The last question came as a surprise. Why would you think something like that? Sure, he hasn’t been a total saint around you, but he never thought he left the impression that he wanted you dead.

He reached out his hand, disregarding how you flinched at his touch and began caressing your cheek.

“Why would I kuh-kill you? I want you (Y/N). I wuh-want everything from you. For you to stay here with muh-me. For us to be together. You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. I’ll muh-make sure of it.” His heart started to beat faster, excited to express the thoughts he’s been having for months. “I juh-just know once you come around, you’ll see that we wuh-were made for each other.”

You looked at him in utter disbelief. “How could you possibly think that? We literally just met.”

Toby scoffed. “I’ve buh-been keeping tabs on you for a while. I thought you figured thuh-that out. Seeing how you huh-haven’t left your house in weeks.” He continued after you only stared back at him in horror. “I knuh-know you don’t know me very well. But I know you. And after we spend more time together, you’ll understand wuh-what I’m saying. I know you will. You’re smart.”

He sighed, smiling longingly.

That wonderful feeling, the intense rush he always had in your presence, washing over him.

 Now he could finally say what he wanted to all along.

 “I love you, (Y/N).”

#creepypasta #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #Toby Rogers #ticci toby creepypasta #toby rogers x reader #yandere ticci toby #x reader #yandere #yandere creepypasta #yandere creepypasta x reader #fanfiction #My writing #horror #obsessive behavior #yandere ticci toby x reader

[sicksweetsorrow]

I haven’t made much art lolz. I would say I’ve been sewing a doll instead of drawing, but honestly I still haven’t even fully flipped her inside out :(. Now that I look at my account my art is kinda bad! That makes sense since it’s a couple of months old but wowie, it looks messed up XD! I should probably post the only other art I’ve made which is art of my cat being crucified. Anyways I’ve been felling like my art that I make now is really bad, it’s like I’m drawing with my left hand and my eyes closed! I hope that goes away!

Here I present … Sailor Moon Monika!!!!

I love sailor moon!

I’m on episode 35 [?] out of 400 O_o. So far Jupiter is my favorite, I wish I was strong like her even though she’s a magical girl XD. I should probably stop watching it for now because I have 72 overdue assignments >~< XD. It’s really easy to just think about stories for 8 hours straight when you’re online schooled [damn you autism! >:(]. When I was a little kid I used to wish everyday, every hour, that I didn’t have to feel the way I did, and that I could just be friends with the other kids or even get along with teachers [I get I didn’t know how to talk until 5 but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid!]. Something that shocks me a lot is that I am even capable of being creative because I was not so ever as a child. All I ever did was draw my dog in the same way, with the same background, in the same colors, multiple times a day, for years lol, or play Pokémon on my sisters 3DS [Hearth gold is best because of the plants]. I talk too much :(, bye bye! Hope to see you soon!

#artists on tumblr #digital art #artwork #drawing #sailor moon #sailor jupiter #oc artwork #ocs #my ocs #oc art #oc #autism #sorry for the rant

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Interlude | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Second Interlude | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Epilogue

Chapter Summary: The group makes their way into Frankenmuth, ready to fight against the hunters to protect their nest and pack.

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: grotesque violence (more intense than in previous chapters), gun violence, blood, head injury, language, implications of death

Notes: I'm writing this to hold myself accountable: Chapters 12 and the Epilogue will be posted by Halloween. If that doesn't happen, I will deactivate my account (jk) (also thanks to @infinisonicosm for the fic idea!!)

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Rae was sure she wasn’t the only one feeling the day weighing on her shoulders, but no one else showed it as they briskly moved through the woods back out to the residential streets. A part of Rae was relieved that her gut had been telling her the truth so they could get back to town faster, but she was also concerned. Where did this intuition come from? Rae had never noticed it before, and now it consumed her mind. 

The sun was just starting to make its way over the horizon when their feet met pavement for the first time in hours. Beside her, Morgan let out a sigh of relief. Jake turned around and looked back at Rae and Morgan, his face twisted with concern. 

“I heard your phone call with your mom,” he told Rae. “You and Morgan need to go home and stay safe. My dad said that Bri is in town, which is really bad news. Both of you go and let your parents know you’re okay. We’ll be able to fend things off.” 

“Look, I don’t know who Bri is, but we’ve made it this far, I don’t want to leave your side,” Rae tried to protest. 

“She’s a hunter. The best, actually. A vampire killed her parents and filled her with such an intense rage, she’ll kill whoever gets in her way, even if they’re human.” 

“People say she took out an entire nest in less than five minutes with nothing but a cheese grater,” Sam popped into the conversation, widening his eyes as he shared his story. “She kept one alive so he could tell the tale.” 

“I doubt that’s true,” Danny rolled his eyes at Sam. 

“No,” Karen countered, “It is.” 

Rae grimaced at the thought but held her ground. “This seems like an all hands on deck kind of deal.” 

She noticed that Jake was looking closely at Morgan, and then turned to her brother as well. In the fading sunlight, Morgan’s skin was entirely sapped of color. His rustled hair looked like it might never properly smooth down again. He was starting to fold in on himself like he couldn’t stand upright any longer. 

Jake caught Rae’s eye and Rae sighed. 

“Okay, Morgan definitely needs to go home.” 

“I can stick it out,” Morgan gave a weak protest. 

“Take one look in the mirror and you’re gonna change your mind,” Rae cut him off. She looked around at the group and wasn’t sure whether to smile or keep a straight face. She opted to let the side of her lip curl upwards slightly, and gave a joking salute. “Please be safe,” she told them. 

Josh gave Rae a comforting rub on the back. 

“What time is your chemo tomorrow?” he asked Morgan. Morgan looked caught off guard by the question, scrambling to come up with an answer. 

“10?” he guessed. 

“See you at 9 tomorrow,” Josh winked at him. 

Kelly and Karen gave waves to Rae and Morgan, and Danny and Sam called their goodbyes as well. As Josh rejoined his family, Jake remained behind, looking at Rae with those melancholy eyes. 

“Get some rest and lay low,” he told Rae. “I’ll swing by and check on you guys later.” 

“Don’t worry about us,” Rae shook her head, even though she did desperately want to see him later so she knew he was alright. “Watch out for Bri. If anything happens to you, I’m legally obliged to kick your ass.” 

“I’ve personally never felt more threatened in my life,” Jake’s face warmed slightly. 

“Now, go out there and get em, tiger,” Rae told him. Jake laughed, but he looked unsure. Rae watched him with interest, wondering what was going through his head. Before she could react, Jake stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close so she could feel his heart thundering in his chest. “Hey, hey,” Rae softly spoke. “It’s gonna be okay.” 

“Just in case,” Jake whispered back. Then, just like that, he released and took a step back, focusing his attention on Morgan. “No more running into the woods, okay?” 

“Trust me, I’m never going back there again.” 

Jake looked over his shoulder to see his family slowly disappearing from sight. 

“I’d better go,” he said. Rae saw a flash of fear cross his face. She wanted to tell him to sit this one out, that he had been through enough and should stay with her and Morgan, but her words stuck in her mouth. She knew he would never abandon his family when they needed him. Her heart broke that, at just 17, Jake already had to put his life on the line over and over again. 

“Be safe,” Rae reminded him, and then Jake was off. Rae felt a knot form in her throat as she watched him leave but, before the emotions could take hold of her, she focused her attention on Morgan. “Let’s get you home, bud,” she told him. 

All it took was crossing the street and walking half a block for them to make it back to their new house. Rae was in the middle of twisting her key in the lock when her mom flung the door open with a relieved cry. She engulfed Morgan in a tight hug, leaving Rae standing awkwardly to the side. 

 “Four hours!” their mom exclaimed into Morgan’s shoulder. “I thought you were dead!” 

“We’re fine, Mom,” Rae promised her, trying to hide her hurt that she hadn’t received a hug as well. 

“Where were you?” their mom had her eyes glued on Rae. “What were you doing that was so important you couldn’t answer your phones?” 

“I went into the woods,” Morgan cut in before Rae could think of an answer. “I got lost and Rae had to go in there and find me. Neither of us had cell reception.” 

Their mom held Morgan out in front of her so she could study him. “Why were you in the woods? You’ve heard all those stories about people going missing, Morgan. You know better than that.” 

“I was trying to clear my head,” Morgan levelly answered back, not breaking eye contact. “You know, before tomorrow.” 

Their mom let out an exasperated sigh and hung her head, unable to continue with her scolding. 

“Come on,” she told Morgan and Rae. “Let’s get you two inside. Dad has some dinner that he can reheat.” 

Rae took a look over her shoulder at the empty residential street before she made her way indoors. They were alone. 

The next hour and a half was torture for Rae. All through dinner and creating countless white lies about what had happened in the woods, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she was in the wrong place. She needed to be with Jake, Josh, Sam, Danny, Kelly, and Karen, defending their nest and pack from the hunters. They had been through too much for her to tap out early. 

Her eyes kept falling on the front door and, after probably her fifteenth time gazing longingly out the window, Morgan seemed to pick up on her thoughts. For a brief period where neither of their parents were in the dining room with them, he leaned across the table. 

“You want to go back out there, don’t you?” he asked. Rae could only nod. Morgan took another bite of his pasta and chewed thoughtfully. 

“I do too.” 

Even though the color had returned back to Morgan’s face and he looked more like a teenage boy than a ghost, Rae quickly shut him down. 

“I don’t think you really do,” she said. Morgan looked back at her in surprise. “You’re still recovering,” Rae continued. “You need to get your rest. Also, as your older sister, I can’t afford to see you endure any more of this violent shit.”

Morgan’s shoulders slumped. 

“I honestly do want to help, but I am feeling super gassed. I haven’t moved around this much in a crazy long time.” 

“You’re gonna stay here,” Rae decided for him. “And you better pinky promise you won’t come looking for me or do anything stupid while I’m gone, okay?” 

Morgan rolled his eyes, but offered his pinky out to her. “Promise,” he said. 

Rae took his pinky in hers and then stood from the table. 

“I’m gonna go out through the back,” she thought aloud. “Can you cover for me?” 

“I’ll tell Mom and Dad you’re in your room,” Morgan agreed. “Put on one of your weird folk albums super loud and stuff your bed with shit so it looks like you’re sleeping.” 

“You’re the best,” Rae grinned at him. She never had to sneak out of the house back in Folsom, but she and Morgan had had plenty of conversations over the years talking about how they would pull it off. She was so glad that Morgan had remembered their plan. 

Rae gave Morgan a kiss on the head which he returned with gagging noises, and then slipped out the back door and rushed through the side gate to return to the street. She wasn’t sure where to look for her friends, but heading downtown seemed like the best option.

Rae started to run down the middle of the road, her ponytail whipping behind her with each step. The streetlights were starting to flicker on overhead, and Rae sputtered as some gnats made their way into her mouth. The closer she got to downtown, the more Rae noted that things felt off in Frankenmuth. The streets that she and Jake had strolled down just a few days before when they first met were in disarray. Houses had their front doors entirely ripped off the hinges and their windows smashed. People stood, lost, on their porches, trying to make sense of everything. Off in the distance a werewolf howl rumbled. Rae couldn’t tell if it was Jake, but it made her run faster. 

She was moving quicker than she ever had before, but then skidded to a stop to clutch at her stomach, which was twisting in agonizing knots. 

“Oh god,” she groaned out. “This can’t be good.” 

While she held her middle, she heard footsteps rush to her side. She lifted her head slightly in the hopes that it was Jake or Josh to help her out, but was instead met with the boney face of a middle aged man who had a large scratch running from his forehead to his right cheek. 

“Gotcha,” he rasped. “Fuckin werewolf.” 

Rae’s stomach turned again and in a blur, she saw the man start to reach for her waist to hoist her up. She blinked and saw that the man was still standing over her, waiting to make his move. Then, his hands started to reach for her. Because she knew what he was about to do, Rae did the first thing that popped into her mind and jumped out of the way. The man turned around to look at her in surprise and she sent her foot flying up into his crotch. The hunter clutched downstairs and stumbled around in a daze, but then Rae saw him take out a large knife and slice at her. With another blink, she saw that he was still keeled over. After a few beats, he straightened back up, growled at her, and reached for his weapon. In a flash, Rae rushed to his side, snatched the knife out of his hand, went behind him, and held the sharp edge to his throat. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Rae hissed at him. 

“What the fuck?” the guy choked back. Rae saw a flash of him turning out of her hold and thwacking his hand through her arm so she dropped the knife. She waited for him to move and, as he started to shift on his feet, she sent the hilt of the knife into the back of his head. The hunter thumped to the pavement with a groan. Rae sent a few kicks into his side and head for a little extra insurance, and stole his leather knife holder to tie around her waist. She inserted the knife into it and then wiped her dirtied hands off on her jeans as she caught her breath. 

Something moved out of the corner of her eye and she felt the adrenaline rush back through her veins. The knife came back out in front of her and Rae turned to face Sam, who jumped with wide eyes. 

“Woah!” he called out. “It’s me!” 

Rae let out a hefty sigh and dropped the knife back down to her side. 

“I was gonna step in to try and help you but, Jesus, you handled that all on your own.” 

“I don’t know what happened,” Rae admitted. “It was, like, I could see what he was going to do before he actually did it.” 

“It sounds like you’ve got some tricks up your sleeve,” Sam nodded with a smile. “Speaking of tricks, look at this!” 

Sam squeezed his fists and let out a straining grunt which made Rae wince. This went on for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Rae caught sight of a nice set of fangs coming in from Sam’s mouth. He wiped some sweat from his brow when he was finished, and then flashed a wide grin at her. 

“I’m a hybrid!” he announced, opening up his arms like he was reintroducing himself. 

“That’s amazing!” Rae congratulated him.

“I still can’t turn into a bat or a full werewolf but, you know, baby steps. I was helping a nest move into hiding a few blocks over and one of the elders told me what I had to do to get the fangs. The guy was a genius or something because it only took one try!” 

“Those hunters better watch out,” Rae joked. 

“Right back atcha,” Sam nudged her side. Rae laughed, but was still filled with uncertainty about what had happened between her and the hunter. It was like she wasn’t herself for a second. 

Rae looked around and then back at Sam. “Where’s everyone else?” 

“My dad and mom are with the other leaders trying to put pressure on the mayor. Danny’s also there so they can prove they had nothing to do with his disappearance,” Sam shared. “I have no clue where Jake and Josh are, though. The last I saw them, they were by the river trying to get back some members of our pack who were taken by the hunters.” 

“I want to help,” Rae said without thinking twice. Her words seemed to relieve Sam. 

“Uh, yeah, I could use your help,” Sam nodded. “Don’t tell anyone, but being on my own out here has been kind of terrifying, even if I have my fangs now.” 

“Let’s find Jake and Josh so we have strength in numbers,” Rae suggested. 

Sam couldn’t argue with that, so he began tracking around, trying to pick up their scents. Rae followed behind him, putting every ounce of her energy into focusing on her stomach to see if it sent her any more distress signals. Rae didn’t know where it had come from, but she had total faith in the power of her gut feeling. 

Sam led them through more empty streets, which started to look familiar. Rae realized that they were moving closer to the high school and reflected on how confused she had been about Jake earlier during her first day. Ringing sounded loudly in her ears and her vision blurred, replacing the street in front of her with a disturbing scene. Rae saw Jake and Josh fighting in desperation against a staggering number of hunters who had them backed into a corner. It was dark and hard to see, but Rae could tell that they were struggling to defend themselves and growing afraid. 

Her sight returned back to normal and she immediately saw Sam in front of her with his hand on her shoulder. 

“What did you see?” he asked her with concern. 

“Jake and Josh,” Rae told him. “They’re in trouble. Somewhere dark, I don’t know where.” 

“I can smell them near the high school,” Sam replied. “Let’s go.” 

Sam started to run, and Rae followed behind him. With each step, Rae grew more anxious and worried. Considering all that they had been through, she had never seen such terror on Jake and Josh’s faces. It was as if they could see their end in sight. 

They made it to the front doors of the high school and Sam hurdled his body into them with all of his might. Rae watched in awe as the doors groaned at his weight and flung open. Sam let in another deep inhale and then looked back at Rae. 

“You said they were in a  dark place?” 

Rae nodded. 

“I bet they’re in the basement.” 

Rae started to move towards the staircase leading downstairs, but stopped in her tracks when she noticed that Sam wasn’t following behind her. Instead, he was glued in place, squeezing his eyes shut with his fists clenched, making more groaning noises. Rae watched in confusion, unsure what to do. The last thing she wanted was for the kid to pop an eye out. 

“Dammit,” Sam grunted. “I’m so close.” 

“Can I help?” Rae found her words, stepping back to join him. Sam shook his head and continued to strain. 

“AGGHHHHHH!” a voice bellowed with a crack from beneath their feet. 

“Jake!” Sam opened his eyes to shout. He then squeezed his eyes shut again and, in one fluid motion, transformed into a werewolf, fully equipped with bat wings and a set of murderous looking fangs. Rae took a second to gawk up at Sam, who had nearly doubled in size, but Jake’s screams were still sounding beneath them, so they headed for the stairs. 

Rae kept waiting for her stomach to kick into gear, or for her to see another vision, but her brain instead buzzed with panic. Sam led the charge downstairs with a low growl and immediately sliced through two hunters who had rushed to them to see what the commotion was. Rae had the knife out and pointed in front of her, waiting to see who would attack her. Finally she saw an image of a woman rushing behind her with a stake and then quickly turned, cutting at the woman before she could make her move. Rae caught a part of the woman’s arm, which made her cry out in pain, and then pushed her in Sam’s direction. In his monster form, Sam seemed to have lost every ounce of his human self. It was hard to believe that a fourteen year old was somewhere inside the terrifying monster that was fighting through a whole crowd of hunters with vicious strikes, bites, and blows. 

Jake’s screaming had stopped, which made Rae worried. Sam looked to be fending off the hunter with ease, so she rushed farther into the basement. Metal piping ran along the walls and her footsteps echoed in the space around her, lit only by a few dying light bulbs suspended from the ceiling. The farther she moved from Sam, the more she slowed her pace so she could listen for any signs of where Jake and Josh might be. After turning a corner, she heard voices and leaned against the wall, trying to stay quiet. 

“Bri should be here soon,” an unfamiliar man’s voice spoke. 

“She’ll be happy with what we caught,” a woman replied back. Rae could tell she was grinning from how she spoke. “Children of the Kiszka Pack and Wilson Nest, how lucky are we?” 

Rae thought hard about what to do. Jake and Josh were obviously behind the wall, but there were at least two hunters she would have to get through first. But she needed to make sure they were okay. Rae tried to force another vision to come to her, to no avail. Her mind remained blank, and she cursed to herself. Then, a thought ran through her mind: 

Just go in there. 

Rae felt like that was probably an incredibly stupid idea, but it was all she had. So, holding the knife firm and steady, she slipped out from behind the wall and took in the scene. The two hunters were facing away from her as they looked down at Jake and Josh, who were tied back to back on the ground. To Rae’s relief, they were both conscious, but the gash in the side of Josh’s head and Jake’s black eye left her concerned. 

“We use the children to get to their mommy and daddy, and Bri can finally get the justice she deserves.” 

Jake was gazing in front of him, looking like he wasn’t actively looking at anything, but he must have picked up Rae’s scent because he slowly rolled his head in her direction. She could see the surprise hidden beneath the wounds of his face, but he made no sound to give her away. Instead, he made brief eye contact with her, widened his one open eye, and nodded at the hunters. Rae nodded back and took in a deep inhale. 

Go. 

Rae lunged forward and plunged the knife in between the man’s shoulder blades, immediately causing a waterfall of red to ooze down his back. He fell down hard with the knife still in him, and Rae moved onto the next hunter, who was coming at her with her gun out and ready to unload. Rae caught a vision of something, but it confused her. It was just a brown blur. 

The hunter started to press on the trigger but then, in a flash, Sam soared into the room with a blood curdling shriek and slammed straight into the hunter with his talons clawing into her chest. He lifted her from the ground and threw her at the wall so her head slammed into one of the rusty metal pipes. She fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. 

Rae pulled the knife out of the man, and then looked at Jake and Josh. Their mouths were both hung wide open. 

“Jake,” Josh whispered. “I think they did something really bad to my head. I just saw the craziest shit.” 

Jake was focused on Sam, who was examining his body to make sure he hadn’t gotten any serious injuries from his fight against the herd of hunters. Considering no one else was coming into the room for backup, Rae could only assume that he had entirely eliminated that problem. 

“You turned,” Jake breathed out, taking in his brother. “You’re a full hybrid.” 

Sam let out a few beastly huffs, transformed back into a human, and crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was trying to hide himself. 

“That was my first time fully changing.” 

“You’ve got a lot of power in you,” Jake told him. 

“I just wanted to make sure you both were okay,” Sam softly spoke back. 

“We will be once we’re untied,” Josh replied. “I gotta get away from this guy. He smells like a wet dog.” 

Rae came up to them and started sawing away at the thick ropes with the blood-stained knife. Josh caught the ropes as they fell from his wrists and dropped them onto the floor with haste. 

“You shouldn’t be surprised, that’s what happens when a werewolf is in a damp place,” Jake complained back, looking offended. 

“What happened to you both?” Rae asked as she helped them to their feet. 

Josh grabbed at his injured head and huffed. “Let’s just say I put a little bit too much faith into the guy with the supposedly good sniffer. The hunters set a trap and we walked right into it.” 

“We were able to get back seven families and I thought I had a lead on one of the last ones that’s still missing, but it turned out the hunters had just gathered their stuff to lead us here. It was stupid on my part.” 

“No, no,” Josh backtracked. “You had the right idea. I mean, how could you know?” 

Jake shrugged, unable to answer. 

“How many more families are missing?” Sam continued to press. 

“Three,” Jake said. 

“Fuck,” Sam cursed. 

“Language!” Both of his brothers scolded him. 

“Any updates from Dad or Mom?” Sam asked. Josh and Jake both looked down at the ground and shook their heads. 

“Nothing,” Josh spoke. Then, he looked at Rae and Sam. “I know this probably isn’t the time, but do you think I could get to Danny kinda quick? My head hurts like a bitch. I can’t see out of my right eye.” 

“A hunter hit him over the head with a pipe,” Jake explained. 

“We should go to City Hall,” Sam told them. “Danny might still be there with our parents trying to talk to the mayor.” 

They began to move towards the hallway leading back to the staircase when Rae was hit with an overwhelming wave of nausea and a vision. A tall woman wearing all black. Armed with a gun and stake. Moving fast. 

“Guys,” Rae choked out, trying to get the image out of her head so she could warn her friends. 

“What is it?” Josh looked at her, concerned. 

“I think it’s Bri,” Rae said in fear. Sam wore a large frown on his face. Across from her, Jake had gone more pale than he already was. 

“Where?” Sam whispered. 

A wooden stake came whizzing through the air and just barely missed Sam, clunking against the wall only inches from his head, and clattering to the floor. Sam’s eyes were bugged, and his breaths quickened as he looked beyond Rae at something. Rae turned and saw the tall woman, maybe a few years older than her, rushing toward them through the darkness. 

“Fuck,” Sam, Jake, Josh, and Rae all said at the same time. 

“You took out my hunters?” Bri barked at them as she neared closer. Without any struggle this time around, Sam transformed back into his hybrid form. Rae could tell that Bri slowed down at the sight of Sam, but continued to project herself forward. Even though Jake looked entirely sapped of energy, he sucked in a deep breath and turned into a werewolf. Josh let his fangs grow out and touched his head gingerly. 

“I’ll be okay,” he told himself. 

Sam pounced on Bri, knocking her to the cold pavement, and held her down by the shoulders, foaming at the mouth. Jake joined his brother and tried to put weight on her feet to keep her entirely immobile. Before he could secure his paws around her ankles, she kicked free, and twisted out of Sam’s grasp, rolling away from the brothers. With a crazed look on her face, she reached behind her and pulled out another wooden stake, tossing it from hand to hand. 

“Which one of you wants to go first, huh?” she asked them with a malicious grin. 

“Preferably none of us,” Jake said under his breath. Josh sped at Bri, hissing and attempting to swipe at her. Bri expertly dodged his blow and held the stake up, ready to insert it through Josh’s back. Jake rushed at her and smacked the stake from her hand so it rolled away. Sam booked it to the stake and threw it into the distance. While he did this and Josh tried to regain his balance, Rae was struck with another image. Bri had a gun and pulled it on Jake, pressing it against his heart. 

“No!” Rae shouted, throwing herself in between them right as Bri flipped the gun out from her sleeve. To Rae’s surprise, instead of Jake’s chest, the gun was forced against her head. 

“Oh Jesus Christ!” Jake cried out in surprise. The feeling of the cool metal just above her ear made Rae tremble. “Let her go! She’s not one of us!” 

“But she obviously means something to you,” Bri smirked. Jake’s face fell. “How about we strike a deal,” Bri continued. Josh and Sam were by Jake’s side now, gaping at Rae in fear, unsure what to do. “You three hand yourselves over to me, and the girl doesn’t get shot.” 

Rae knew that, no matter what happened, it wasn’t going to end well. She pictured the bullet waiting to launch from the gun and let out a shaky breath. 

“What do we do?” Josh whispered to Jake. Rae could see Jake deteriorating in front of her. 

“Any day now,” Bri called to them. Rae squeezed her eyes shut and saw Sam holding his hand out towards Bri, closing his eyes. Hypnosis, Rae thought to herself. As a hybrid, Sam can hypnotize Bri. She reopened her eyes and stared at Sam, meeting his gaze. While he first looked at her in fear, his scrunched face opened with recognition at what she was trying to tell him. Whether it be intuition or some kind of telepathic connection, Sam quickly shut his eyes and lifted his shaking hand towards Bri. 

“What’s he doing?” Bri stared at Sam. Jake and Josh studied their brother in confusion. 

“Close your eyes,” Sam hummed at Bri. While Bri first looked at him like he was crazy, Jake and Josh let out a collective gasp. Although the gun was still held against her, Rae dared to peer out of the corner of her eye and saw that Bri was standing stiff, her eyes shut. “Put the gun down,” Sam continued. The cylinder jutting into Rae’s skull was quickly removed. “Now sit.” Rae watched Bri drop herself to the floor, her face placid. Jake and Josh hurried to her side and used the ropes from the previous hunters to bind her in place with her arms behind her back. Sam took a brief pause and looked around at them. 

“Go,”  he said. “I’ll keep her in place here.” 

“What, are you crazy?” Josh shook his head. “Absolutely not. We’re not leaving you on your own. I’ll drain her and we can get a move on.”

“No,” Jake cut in. 

“No?” Josh’s voice rose in surprise. 

“We can’t,” Jake said down to Bri, who was sitting at his feet. Josh stared at Jake like he was out of his mind and threw up his hands in exasperation. “I can’t be responsible for taking another person’s life.” 

“Then leave the room, you’ll never know it happened,” Josh said. Jake frowned.

“How about this,” Rae proposed, “We’ll tie her up extra good and keep her down here where she can’t hurt anyone else. Sam, how powerful is your hypnosis?” 

“What do you need me to do?” 

“Tell her she has to stay down here until she hears some obscure word like, I don’t know, Raisin Bran or something.” 

Sam held his hand out towards Bri and began his humming sound again. “You must remain here, unmoving, until you hear the word antidisestablishmentarianism.” 

“That should do the trick,” Jake said, looking relieved. 

“Just,” Josh cut in, “let me tie her up a bit more. To be safe.” 

After ten minutes of tying knots that would floor a boy scout, they left the high school, en route to city hall. Bri remained behind, restrained against a pole in the far back corner of the basement, her head rolled down, still under Sam’s spell.

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Re: your post about to”what’s bh/hybe’s plan with all this?”

SB is lazy and as subtle as a brick, he is following the Olivia Rodrigo x Interscope manual to a T. Hell, he even got Interscope to push radioplay for 7 lol. Right now, Bang/BH/Hybe is in the investment phase with SB A&R guidance. The purpose of everything happening right now is to create the foundation and brand for the actual return on investment which will be the album drop. This album is likely going to sell 3, 4, maybe even 5 million copies and that’s when they’ll “get their money back.” Based on the pattern we’ve seen thus far I would say the only real differences are the lack of a singer-songwriter angle and the continued use of well-known but not super famous collaborators. OR’s target demographic is very different from JK’s which accounts for these differences. Women mostly stan male artists bc they’re sexy, they don’t really care about whether they actually have anything to say. 🤷🏽‍♀️

With OR, the strategy was overexposure or “the more people see her the better”. With DL, she was suddenly EVERYWHERE even though she had a limited following from her Disney show and little to no music to fall back on (oh and all that faux drama with the other guy and girl) At that point, they made everything about her being “the next TS” (which later backfired on her but I digress). Everything about what is going on right now is very calculated and intentional to establish him as this huge new artist who is blowing up and is “the next JT”. I personally find it hilarious that that’s who they decided to go with for the mediaplay but I guess “the next JB” would’ve been too on the nose for SB’s taste lmao. Despite how obvious the rollout of 7 has been this strategy clearly works. After 7 was able to stay on top for a while, more and more people think “oh this dude’s blowing up” and the less the fandom carries him. Which is why he has these insane numbers that no other member has come close to (in addition to more covers than the English trilogy combined.) To their credit, it’s obviously not a true “industry plant” situation bc JK already has a strong following to fall back on. But what they want is for him to actually get taken seriously in the West bc when those advertisements (i.e., paying JK to promote American products) start coming in that’s where they start making real money.

P.S. i don’t think i’ve seen anyone talk about this but after losing Nicole (their former A&R) it’s pretty clear that things gave gone downhill. Even TH resorted to MHJ despite it not working out that well for him. The rest of the members are stuck with their own limited industry savvy and whatever creative team BH has left. 🥴

well that answers every question I had. Thank you anon so very much for your trouble.

I hope has a lot of collabs so Hybe won't be fully in charge of the distribution and promotion of his music in future, even small record labels do a way better job than Hybe.

[shootout-at-university-fair]

Four Years' Worth of Ramblings (and Pondering Life at Twenty)

It’s been about four years since I was even remotely active on here, even longer since I’ve made original content on this website. Well, in those four years since I’ve last used this blog, it’s safe to say I’ve officially grown up. I think I made this account when I was about 13. At that time, turning 20 genuinely felt like it would never come. As time tends to do, of course, it progressed - so here we are.

Given that I live in a country that would rather focus on banning social media apps and protecting genocidal governments that line their own pockets instead of, you know, helping its own citizens like a government is supposed to do, and one that is certainly fucked no matter who we end up electing this year, it just felt right to return to the website that radicalized me in the first place (especially when really the only other option is… *shudders* twitter).

I must say, it simultaneously feels weird and comforting to come back. As I enter my senior year of college (has it really been that long?), I’ve begun to look back at what has shaped me into the woman I am today. I know this website certainly had a hand. As I previously stated, this website truly formed my moral compass, at an age that I desperately needed something to. To those who have followed me in the past, and might still be lurking here today, I genuinely thank you for making me the woman I am today.

Now… what exactly has happened in these last few years? Well, a lot. These last four years have simultaneously been the best and worst years of my life so far (and seriously, from how my 2024 has mostly been going, fuck 2024). Let’s start with the negative and end with some positive things, shall we?

I've certainly had my share of shit thrown at me over the last few years, from having to file not one, but two Title IX complaints at my college within three years and going through my fair share of manipulative and abusive relationships (both platonic and romantic), to having - and overcoming an eating disorder. Somehow, I've survived (albeit with some added mental health medications and diagnoses - I expected most of them, but definitely not the borderline diagnosis).

It hasn't been all bad, though. Actually, some of these last few years have been really great. I finally have some real friends IRL (they're a bunch of losers - one is @hunter-blossom-5 if you want to see what the vibe is like, but they're my losers and I wouldn't trade them for the world), and I've fallen in love. Well, I mean, I've fallen in love several times over these last few years, but for once, I've fallen in love and know it's the right type of love: the love where even if the world is ending, it doesn't feel like that because you know that they will be beside you the entire time, and even more after? Yeah, I'm talking about that love. I know he has an account on here, but he's never told me what his username is. I hope that if he's reading it, he knows who I'm talking about - I love you, babe; always have, and always will.

I'm not sure exactly why I stopped posting, but I just did. I actively tried to distance myself from my days on here IRL. If you told me even two months ago that not only would I be revisiting so many of my old interests from my teenage years in my twenties, and being so open about my love for them, I would have thought you were insane. Something in the last few months in my brain just itched and longed for who I once was, the version of me I was when I was on here the most. Throughout a lot of these four years, I was incredibly rude towards the younger me present on this account, trying to bury her deep down to fit in more. I think I've been too harsh on her in my past, and just wish that I could go back in time, take back all the negative shit I've said about her, and just give her the largest hug - she definitely needed that more than the criticism I leveled instead. Well, time travel doesn't exist, and Back to The Future has taught me to never have yourself at two different ages meet. I think coming back here, showing her that as you get older you can still be you, is the best I can do for her in our universe.

Most of you have known me simply as mutantjediavenger on this platform. Some of you have known me as Ella, but for all who comes across this blog today, you can just call me El. You've earned it.

#life update #revisiting the past #mutantjediavenger #mental health #tw: ed mention #borderline personality disorder

[theskeletonprior]

[ID: a greyscale banner of a skeleton reclining in rich silks, cropped so only the ribcage and part of the spine are visible. It reads ‘A Year in the Priory’ in white. /End ID.]

I saw a post going around by @maguayans​​ about making a year-in-review post, and it looked too fun for me to resist!

It hasn’t quite been an entire year for me. I started this account on January 18th, but the time has flown right by! I think it’s good to reflect, and this is the time of year for it, that’s for sure. I didn’t want to do it Spotify-style, so here we are. Just the bare bones.

On Writing

This year really marks the start of my taking my work as a writer much more seriously. It was also the first time I was paid for my writing (!!!). I opened commissions, although I only sold any to people I knew. I only published one piece of fanfiction this year, in January--just a little study of Silco and Jinx from Arcane. But I have a couple others that I’ve been fiddling with to keep me loose that I might even finish one day. In April, my husband and I launched our Patreon, and as of this month, we’ve released nine volumes of The Bishop of Black with a 10th on the way! We managed to put out a new volume every month, along with bonus side-stories. I’m very proud of what we’ve been able to accomplish together. In the summer, I came down with some terrible Gorr the Butcher brainrot, but the fic isn’t finished. It is, if I do say so myself, rather good, though. I also immediately became obsessed with Alchemy of Souls, but that fic isn’t finished either. I haven’t had an awful lot of free time, just in general, this year. I’ve struggled to make dedicated time for my projects. This blog has also begun to grow quite well! I reached my first major milestone in October, did a very fun giveaway, and then smashed that milestone to absolute bits. This, I attribute chiefly to the miraculous accident of a post that I made at 2am escaping containment. I did make an attempt at pushing out a few more words in November, but came away with a little more than 5 000 on RAVENOT, which is more progress than I’ve made in some time. I also released a polished first chapter, which stands as a sort of pilot for the project. Some folx were even kind enough to drop a little tip in my jar for it, which was lovely. I did get some little drabbles out, too. So I think I’ve been sneaking out the words fairly well this year. And that’s about it for 2022, as far as my writing goes. I wasn’t able to really get back to my bookmaking, but I’m getting pretty handy with Affinity Publisher and that’s got to count for something.

On the Future

I’d like to try to commit to a few things for 2023. Here’s the list: + complete a draft of one WIP for 2023 (spoiler alert: it’s going to be RAVENOT) + read every day + dedicate time to writing every week (collaboratively, and solo) + consistently include IDs for images in original posts + get back to bookmaking! I’ve been making nothing but x-folds and pamphlet stitches and it’s making me wilt

On Meetings

And I do want to shout out some of the wonderful members of this here writeblr community that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting this year. Warmest regards to: @flowerprose @muddshadow @pinespittinink @impaledlotus @inkspellangel and @calicojackofficial for being some of the highlights of my dash! And of course, I must give mention to those I know and love already: @rosieartsie and @magefaery​ <3

On Reading

I did manage to get a fair bit of reading in this year, all things considered. I would’ve liked to read more, but there’s been a lot for me to adapt to this year. Here’s the list (the ones I especially liked get an asterisk*):

Dune, Frank Herbert They Both Die at the End, Adam Silvera When No One is Watching, Alyssa Cole Manhunt, Gretchen Felker-Martin* Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor, Xiran Jay Zhao* Entangled Life, Merlin Sheldrake* The Time Traveller’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger* A Dowry of Blood, S. T. Gibson* Nothing but Blackened Teeth, Cassandra Khaw Blood Scion, Deborah Falaye Terciel and Elinor, Garth Nix Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, Nona the Ninth*, Tamsyn Muir Woom, Duncan Ralston Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke, Eric Larocca manga Beauty and the Beast of Paradise Lost (1-5), Kaori Yuki* Jujutsu Kaisen (up-to-date), Gege Akutami* Boku no Hero Academia (up-to-date), Kohei Horikoshi Kimetsu no Yaiba (1-23), Koyoharu Gotouge Kaiju No. 8 (up-to-date), Naoya Matsumoto* Chainsaw Man (up-to-date), Tatsuki Fujimoto* Utena: After the Revolution, Chiho Saito JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (part 1), Hirohiko Araki

And that’s all, really. I wonder where we’ll be this time next year.

#A Year in the Priory #ayearofwriting

[wonwooslibrary]

wonwooslibrary has hit a milestone!

Dear Readers, Fellow Writers, Mutuals, Members of Caratblr, and anyone else who may stumble upon this, 

Wonwooslibrary has hit a milestone I never expected to reach, and I would like to celebrate it with you all, by sharing a probably-too-in-depth story: Why did I create my blog? Well, let’s begin! (I’ve been watching a bit too much of How I Met Your Mother recently lmao)

Back in about 2015, I read the first book I truly fell in love with: Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. This novel is what developed my love for reading and English, later becoming something that would completely take over my life, and my future career. From becoming a member of the PJO fandom, I began venturing so far into the internet that I became a “fandom stan”...that name still haunts me. Since 2015, I have been reading and writing...and reading more and writing more. Of course, the beginning was horribly written sentences with no commas, like the word version of drawing the sun in the corner of the page. I began writing fanfiction in 2015, too. Naturally, it started with Percy Jackson, then Harry Potter, oh and of course 5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction (I’ve always been more of a music-based fanfic writer!) But 2020...that year really changed it all. 

In 2020, I found something that really changed my life. Caratblr. The Seventeen and Carat side of Tumblr, an app I thought everyone except me stopped using in 2016. At this particular point in time, I honestly was just looking for a very specific gif of Junhui from Seventeen (center Jun from the DWC mv in the rooftop scene lmao). Thanks to this gif, something amazing happened: I found the wonderful creators associated with caratblr here on Tumblr. 

At this time, I was not writing on Tumblr. In fact, the account I was using is hopefully hidden in the depths of the internet, because I really never want to look at it again. Using this Tumblr, I found some of the most inspiring people (and their content). These amazing people inspired me to create what is now one of the most cherished things in my life: 

wonwooslibrary. 

I made this blog at 8:29pm on December 23rd, 2020, EST. My first fic, a horribly written Joshua fanfic that I will NEVER read again, currently has 35 notes. I am not going to lie, I only posted that fanfic because of one thing: caratwritersclub’s open member applications. Freshly 16-year-old me was desperate to do something with the one thing I actually enjoyed doing. So, I wrote that Joshua fic. I posted it ONLY to be able to become a member of caratwritersclub. And on January 8th, 2021, I was officially a member of caratwritersclub. Here, I met these aforementioned amazing people within caratblr, and I would love to say a couple of things to them right now. 

@gallivantingheart ♡ taylor. oh my god. you are literally my best friend. i could not ask for anyone better than you. from everything we have in common: our biases, our favorite colors, our sun, moon and rising signs, our love for miraculous and stationary. i love having a friend that is on the complete other side of the word (rip 14/15 hour time differences) but still loves to talk and yell about every small detail in our lives, whether it is a bit too personal or not. you have been such an inspiration to me, and i love you so damn much. i am proud of you for everything you have done. ps. i miss your cats xx they’re cute. 

@seokmingiggles ♡ lannie!!!!! i don’t even know where to begin. you’ve been here since the VERY beginning and i just. i could sob. we have so many inside jokes and fun memories (like samanter, the popcorn-eating cat emote, the like. 10 hour discord call with ven, or even lawn). the fact that you read Baby, I’ll Be Right There, all the way through, like 4 times??? insane. i am extremely proud of you for everything you have done recently. even though i might not say it a lot, i love you and you’re still one of my best friends, even if we don’t talk nearly as much as we used to. everytime i see seokmin or hobi, i still think of you. even forks make me think of you sometimes (rip fork mf). please, feel free to reach out at any time, and i cannot wait for our next conversation (ps. #lisslansam)

@sansang ♡ liiiiissssaaaaaa <3 I cannot believe how much we have grown!! i know we haven’t talked in literally forever but...you were my first friend not only in cwc, but also on caratblr in general. i owe so much to you. you’ve believed in me and cheered me on so much, i don’t even know where to begin with making you feel as encouraged as you have made me. i love you, and i am so proud of you, especially for making important decisions like deciding to make gifs instead of writing, and i know that you are going to be amazing. the future would not be the same without you in it, and i hope we can talk more :D ps. every time i see jihoon or san, or anything abt swimming, i think of you <3 oh and also wav by ateez :3 it’s still your brand in my heart <333 (also #lisslansam)

There are, of course, a couple others who I am not close to/am not close to anymore who definitely need a huge thank you for everything: ven @heartshxkr ; alexis @woozisnoots ; eun @bermudas ; jo @ahloveisboo ; vic @svtskneecaps ; fel @minghaofilm ; meraki @merakiiverse ...I have no idea what I would do without you all! 

These wonderful people, as well as other readers and creators on this hellsite have made me want to continue my writing journey here. My biggest accomplishment so far, has been the LONG process of writing, rereading, and editing my Jihoon/Woozi fic, Baby, I’ll Be Right There. This fic is almost 11,000 words long. It took me three days to write, and with the help of Lannie (@seokmingiggles), six and a half months to edit. Lannie reread this fic and helped me edit SO MUCH, that this fic is just as much hers and it is mine. (Lannie, if you’re still reading this, I’m a bit too emotional lol I’m tearing up :EUWAH:). It currently has !! 197 !! notes. Writing BIBRT has made me realize that I love writing. No, it’s not what I’m doing as a career (I’m an education student lol), but I want to keep this blog around for as long as possible. 

And with wonwooslibrary, I want to encourage all those writers who are just as young as I was reading fanfics on Wattpad. I repeatedly posted and deleted fics because I thought they weren’t good enough, but here is some advice for you: you write for you. You should write because you enjoy it, not because people make you feel like you have to. Write what you enjoy, what tropes you like. Don't let people tell you what to write, that’s what takes the fun away from it. 

To end this unreasonably long, sappy, over-emotional post, 

Thank you to EVERYONE who has supported me this far. I am excited to take my writing blog to the next steps and continue writing and making friends with the wonderful people in caratblr. 

And for the actual milestone: HAPPY TWO YEARS TO WONWOOSLIBRARY!!! 

Thank you, once again, for everything, lovely readers, fellow writers, mutuals and patrons of caratblr. Thank you. 

Love, 

Your friendly neighborhood huihui, Samantha Jayn (wonwooslibrary)

#💫sam’s life #happy TWO years besties

[fuzzarchive]

Thinking about where I plan to go once Tumblr finally dies. I’ve pretty much already accepted that Tumblr is gonna die, I knew that the rate at which people were buying blaze, checkmarks, crabs, ad-free browsing, etc. was not enough to cover Tumblr’s operating costs and I knew the amount of people purchasing those features was not going to rapidly increase anytime soon.

One thing I know for sure is that I am DEFINITELY not going back to Twitter, it was a cesspool even before Elon Musk bought it. TikTok is off the table for me as well, naturally. Instagram is a platform where you can only post things and reply to other people’s posts, it doesn’t have any option for you to share posts onto your account for the people who follow you like with reblogging or retweeting as far as I’m aware, and I would prefer to use a platform that circulates content in that way rather than relying entirely on an algorithm. Basically none of the other “big platforms” are a very good option for me.

The two places I think I’ll use are Pillowfort and the fediverse (well, the fediverse isn’t really a place, but rather a collection of places).

Pillowfort was created to be a clone of Tumblr, except it is non-profit and runs entirely on donations (it also allows you to post nsfw content, if that appeals to you). It used to be in closed beta and you had to pay $5 in order to sign up, but now it is in open beta and it has a wait list that allows you to sign up for free. It has the main perks that Tumblr has, such as tags that are separate from the body of the post and no character limit, but there are a few features that Tumblr has that Pillowfort still lacks, such as asks and being able to queue posts and being able to run multiple blogs. I already have an account on Pillowfort, I just haven’t been using it much since, well, I haven’t been able to find any of my friends or mutuals on there. If we’re mutuals and you have a Pillowfort account or are planning to create one, please let me know so I can follow you!

As for the fediverse, there’s a variety of different fediverse software out there that is used to mimic other popular platforms. For example, PeerTube is a YouTube-like, PixelFed is an Instagram-like, Funkwhale is a SoundCloud-like, and Mastodon and Misskey are both Twitter-likes. I can’t seem to find any fediverse software that’s really comparable to Tumblr, though. Maybe there will be a demand for one once Tumblr is finally on its deathbed and somebody will make one then. I really hope a Tumblr-like complete with asks and the ability to queue posts and such gets made eventually, federated Tumblr instances sounds awesome. Right now I’m currently on a Calckey instance called stop.voring.me, though I have considered running my own private instance for just me and my irl friends if they are up for it. If you’re confused as to what the fediverse is, how federation works or what the appeal of it is, here’s a video that I think explains it quite nicely. Also, if we’re mutuals and you’re anywhere on the fediverse where your instance is able to federate with the one I’m on, let me know so I can follow you!!

I didn’t make this post to announce that I’m leaving Tumblr or anything, it’s still the place where I spend most of my time online and I’m going to be here until its last day of operation. I just made this post because I’ve been thinking about how hard it will be for me to adapt once Tumblr is gone and to sort of make a plan for it, and to encourage other people to start making plans as well and start thinking about how they’re gonna stay in contact with their mutuals once Tumblr is gone.

I don’t use Pillowfort or the fediverse a whole lot right now, but that’s because right now everyone is still on Tumblr. I can’t get my friends and mutuals to follow me to these other places right now, and the likely reason for that is because they’re not gonna be able to get their friends and mutuals to follow them there for the same reason. I suspect that will change very quickly once the plug on this website is finally pulled, and on those sites it will become a lot easier for me to find people as people flock to those sites. I’m still going to miss Tumblr though, and I want to find as many of the people that I commonly interact with on Tumblr as I possibly can on these other sites so that I can still preserve the online space that I’ve spent all this time curating for myself at least somewhat.

#original post #pillowfort #fediverse

[shy-himb0]

June 5. I always remember I have an Instagram account on June 5th. Every year I am tagged in a number of posts by my mom, siblings, aunts and uncles, cousins, and others who are trying in their way to wish me well on the anniversary of the day my dad died. It’s a weird reminder from an app that I hate that I have.

He was dead months before his heart finally stopped. I guess it should mean more to me that it was the last part of him to give out. That thought is a proper memento of what he meant to other people. I knew it too, but my fear of him, of being misunderstood by him, kept me from feeling it. What a terrible thing for life to do. He deserves better from me. And so I offer a few words in an attempt for atonement. 

The BFG. Goliath. Andre. The Jolly Green. Paul Bunyan. The Rock Biter from The Neverending Story. Clifford the Big Red Dog. The Staypuff Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters. Jordan and Pippen and Malone and Magic and Bird and all those basketball giants. My childhood was full of giants.

My favorite giant came to my class once. I was in third grade. I was in another new school. Another first day as the new kid. It was like that every year so far. We were always on the move. I was sitting next to my new best friend Josh. Josh had a twin brother named Jeremy. They were the coolest kids in the school, and because I could throw a ball pretty good, they immediately accepted me as one of them. It’s such a proud feeling, being accepted. You feel lucky for it. How does it happen? I don’t remember. I’ve since lost that ability. 

I wasn’t paying attention that morning. I was probably reading a book. It’s what I did anytime the teacher wasn’t talking to the class. I heard a lot of commotion though. Someone had come to the door of the classroom. Josh was tugging at my shirt and asking me if the guy at the door was my dad. I looked up, surprised. Dad never came to school! I was worried I was in trouble, but everyone was so excited. I nodded to Josh, and he yelped out “You’re dad is a giant!” My very own giant had come to bring me the sack lunch that my mom had prepared that morning. I must have left it behind. I was lucky that my giant was so good to me.

My dad had giant hands. They were so big and meaty. I always wondered how they got so big. Strong too. I remember when I was a teen, trying to test my strength against his during handshakes. We would both squeeze as hard as we could. Well, I would anyway. I think he always held back. He used those hands his whole life to make wonderful things. He made puppets for my grandma who was a puppeteer. He made little wood carvings of people or animals to give to my sisters. He used his hands to mold a slain Mercutio when I was stumped on a class project for Romeo and Juliet.

He had a giant laugh. When he giggled, it was like that of a little (giant) girl. You couldn’t hear it and not feel better. I tried. I’d be mad or sad and hear it and I’d want to get annoyed...but I couldn’t. People tell me I laugh like him when I laugh hard. I haven’t been told that for quite some time. 

I remember when my son was a baby. He was inconsolable unless he was on the move - either being bounced around while I was walking, or being swung in his carseat by me. No other swing would work. And no one else had the patience or strength to keep him swinging. Anytime I sat down, even in a rocking chair to keep the movement going, he would immediately begin screaming again. I got really good at being able to lean my head against a wall to swing him. I could almost sleep like that. I think I somehow did a few times. New parents can sleep in the most amazing ways. I remember often dreaming of getting into a huge carseat of my own, to be picked up and swung by some giant. 

I wonder what I would do if I could have a few minutes with my dad again. There’s only one thing that ever seems like the right answer. I wish I could go back to third grade. Back when my dad was a giant to me. I just want to be a little kid held in the arms of my warm and gentle giant.

I still miss you Dad. As much as ever. 

#personal

[hollygl125]

Summer Reading / Writing / Arting Tag

Tagged by: @coping-via-clint-eastwood. (Fun! Thank you!)

1. Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

I’m planning to submit a story for the ficwip 5k AU challenge, but I wrote that two days after it was announced (I have absolutely zero control over my mind), so now I’m just waiting for sign-ups and posting. I consider it a pre-canon divergent, canon convergent modification of a coffee-shop AU (not that I’ve ever read a coffee-shop AU). I think it’s pretty cute. But, since it’s already complete, I won’t exactly be working on that over the summer….

I will still be working on my ongoing series. It was ostensibly finished last August, but it’s grown in length by at least 50% since then (by adding to the middle—the end point is roughly the same). I currently have two unfinished sections (sections where I started adding something but need to fill in the rest).

In a dream world I would make a video to accompany the fic series, but I am an extreme perfectionist and don’t currently have the patience, so I think I would likely just drive myself crazy in the attempt.

I’d love to learn to make gifs in Photoshop, with pretty colours and layers and I don't know what…. I made a gif-set in PS once, but the end result was really big and unusable for most purposes because I didn’t really know what I was doing.

I’d also kind of like to embroider something. I bought some embroidery kits while slightly out of my mind during the height of the pandemic, and I think it would be fun to try using them and then, after learning a bit, make up something on my own. (Would it involve bees and butterflies? Probably.)

2. Rec a book!

Fiction: Girlfriend in a Coma by Douglas Coupland. I haven’t read this in forever, but I meant to recommend it to someone about a decade ago and never got the chance. So I’m recommending it now to y’all instead.

Non-Fiction: Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America by Ibram X. Kendi, which is about the development of racist ideas and non-racist ideas alongside each other. I think this is one of the last books I read before I broke my brain.

3. Rec a fic (outside your character tag)!

How cute of you, question-asker, to think I read any fic outside GSR!

4. Rec music!

I’m terrible at recommending music, but I do have a Spotify playlist for my GSR series. (The Spotify playlist is only current to the stories I’ve posted so far. My private iTunes playlist has about 100 more songs. The Spotify playlist will get there eventually.)

5. Share one piece of advice!

I did my undergrad in History and English Lit, but I have no background in creative writing (aside maybe from previously running my dog’s Instagram account), so I don’t know if I’m in much of a position to give advice, but I’ll tell you how I approached my writing process (and had a lot of fun with it!), and maybe that’ll help someone.

Writing fan fiction was not something I seriously considered doing until the day before I started doing it. On the day before I started, I thought of it as something I might do quite a ways in the future, when I’d prepared more. But then the next day my brain was like, actually, no, we’re doing this now.

The reason I’d decided to write fanfic was that I had all these little romantic GSR scenarios running around my head at night (and in the morning, and in the afternoon, and in the evening…), and it was getting really tiresome having to recreate the dialogue every night.

When I started I did an outline in a Word doc with story or chapter headings, based on the different aspects of the GSR story I knew I wanted to address. After I had the outline, I didn’t fill in the story linearly, though. I first wrote whatever scenario was most pressing to get out of my head. Then I wrote the next thing, then the next, then the next, all based on what was most urgently trying to escape my head. Sometimes I added more headings when I had new ideas.

But it was never work; it was always fun. I probably looked a little goofy. I kept thinking… oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this. (You have to keep in mind that, until January 2022, I had not read any fic since (or before) I read fic for Josh and Donna when they were taking their own sweet time back in the mid-2000s.)

Eventually I had to write some sections that were more functional—stuff that was simply necessary to get from Point A to Point B—but that was really minimal and still relatively enjoyable. (I have a hard time even remembering what those sections were anymore, but I think the chapter explaining how they got from the year of honeymoons to the events of season 13 was definitely one of them).

So I guess my advice would be that you should just do whatever works for you. (E.g., you don’t have to start at the beginning.) I think this works well with c-v-c-e’s advice: “This is art. There ARE no rules, especially ones restricting flexibility and expression.”

And, most importantly, please remember to try to have fun!

Tagging: If you would like to participate, please consider yourself tagged!

#about me #tagged #tag game

[freyayuki]

Final Fantasy Record Keeper Daily Free Draws Part 4

Every day, you get 1 free single draw on the Final Fantasy Record Keeper (FFRK) mobile game. The banner you can do this on is extremely bloated though.

It has basically all the relics on this game and the rates are crappy as always and there are no guarantees, but there is a very rare chance to get something good from this draw.

More often than not though, you’re more likely to just end up with bronze or silver trash.

Doing this free single pull is part of the dailies in Final Fantasy Record Keeper (#ad). It’s part of the daily missions to do this pull and that’s really the main reason why I bother to do it.

Sure, I’ve gotten some good pulls from this before but that’s few and far between. It’s so rare that it might as well be nonexistent.

Anyway, one daily free draw gave me Garland’s (from Final Fanatsy I) 5-star Legend Materia Relic (LMR), Timeless Hatred.

It’s new but meh. Missing Garland’s Sync and AASB so can’t really use this LMR. Have Garland’s Chain Soul Break but it sucks so I dropped him from my physical dark team.

Another daily free draw gave me Tyro’s (from Final Fantasy Record Keeper) 5-star Unique Soul Break, Healing Grimoire.

LOL. This is never getting used. Tyro’s not a healer. I do have some of his relics and those are way better than this useless Healing Grimoire.

Ugh. Getting really sick and tired of these crappy draws results. I feel like it’s a waste of time to bother listing these 5-star pulls since they’re all disappointing anyway. 

Getting a 5-star from the daily free draw basically feels like getting a bronze or silver item because either way, I’m not at all happy about seeing these things.

So I decided to stop taking screenshots whenever I get 5-star relics from the daily free draw. I’d rather not remember these crappy pulls anyway. If I get a 6-star or even a 7-star, then I’d definitely take screenshots of those.

Unsurprisingly, it took a long, long, long time before I actually managed to get a 6-star item from the daily free draw. 

Ended up with this throwing weapon that I didn’t recognize.

It was only when I got to the draw results screen when I found out that I just got Fujin’s (from Final Fantasy VIII) Awakened Arcane Soul Break (AASB), Ka.

Hell, yes! I’m actually really pleased to see this, not just because it’s a 6-star and an Awakening at that, but also because Fujin is actually part of my magical wind team. 

Currently, I have 1 of her Awakenings and her Chain Soul Break. So getting her other Awakening just made her even better. Needless to say, I love the results of this pull. Wish I coul get more pulls like this.

Conclusion

So, what about you? What relics did you get from the daily free draws? What do you think about the daily free draw banner? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Final Fantasy Record Keeper game account

#final fantasy record keeper #featuring pulls for #fujin #final fantasy 8 #garland #final fantasy 1 #tyro #mobile games #games #gacha games #ffrk #ffrk free daily draws

[penny-nichols]

OK I have like. A small complaint/idea/whatever ok Why aren’t the Professor Layton games on PC?  I’m being serious here, the first 3 ones (and mystery room) are on mobile, the newer ones were made for switch.... but none of them are on PC. And I feel like that’s kind of an untapped market????  Like I’ve enjoyed the story of the 2,5 layton games I’ve played (Curious village, Ace Attorney crossover and part of Diabolical Box) and I do want to be able to play them for myself as opposed to watching a playthrough (even though I am very bad at the puzzles) HOWEVER the original games are only on mobile. They’re like $10 which is money that I am willing to spend on a game. In fact I DID spend it on Curious village. but I eventually had to delete it for storage space and google is not letting me redownload it (which is, you know, the main reason I’m nervous about spending money on mobile games). I could get it on cartridge but  1. one of the puzzles in Diabolical box involves folding a ticket you get in the manual and a lot of places you can get the cartridge (ebay and stuff) come without it. (granted the solution is fairly easy to look up, which I did because I emulated the game) and  2. Cartridges at most resellers go for a lot more than digital games cost most of the time. Like, For example the Ace Attorney trilogy is $30 on steam, $15 if you get it on sale. on ebay the ds cartridges go for about $20 PER GAME. You could literally pay more for a single game than the entire trilogy. With the great ace attorney chronicles on sale for $25 too, you could literally get 5 ace attorney games for the price of 2 cartridges, and two of the games you get with that aren’t on 3DS cartridge/available in the us for the 3ds! ... okay that’s kinda a tangent but I just checked gamestop. They have the first 2 layton games (and some of the 3ds and switch ones) available in store. so you’ve gotta be lucky enough to find the game you want IN gamestop (which has a pitifully small ds and 3ds section these days) and you can’t get game 3 unless someone HAPPENS to sell it because only games 1 and 2 are in their system. now, at gamestop they ARE priced the same as the mobile games, but once again, unless you’re very lucky, they don’t come with a manual. I’m checking Ebay right now and for Curious Village it’s about $15-$20 for a cartridge (presumably used)  Now you could always emulate it. thing is, last time I tried the emulator ate my data.  PLEASE level 5, just give us Layton! Give us the entire ds quadrilogy (??? just found out there’s four, I think they might only have the first 3 available on mobile) you don’t even have to give us the 3ds or switch games I just want to play them. Literally though! I don’t even like the puzzles and I would still pay actual money to be able to have the layton games on my computer! I know there would be formatting issues but listen to me! Reformat it!!! Please!!!!! Ace attorney was able to do it, so you can too! I believe in you!  ...Honestly, there’s one game I made this post specifically about and that is the Mobile only (as far as I’m aware anyway) game Layton Brothers Mystery Room because it is EXACTLY the thing I want to play. It’s more ace attorney as opposed to puzzle based (using evidence and finding clues) and I’ve played the first two cases and I really enjoy them! Only problem is: mobile only. I genuinely want to play more, I just want to buy the whole game at once and have the game locked to my steam account, not my google account on my phone. because like. What if I get a non android phone? what then? I’ll have to buy it again.  Genuinely though, I want to think about the amount of people who got introduced to Ace Attorney via the app versions vs the computer or switch versions. I’ve known 2 people with the apps for the games. One of them was playing it with someone else and a bigger screen was probably better (and was also playing the 3ds games) and the other didn’t have a ds or switch. There was a flood of new fans when Ace Attorney released for the switch, and I bet something similar could happen if Layton was made more accessible to the average person with a decent ish computer. (not even a gaming computer, it’s a puzzle based visual novel it will not use that much cpu I promise)  Please Level 5. I know it would take some work.  But the 15th anniversary of Layton is this year (if what I looked up is correct of course) and wouldn’t it be amazing for new fans to be able to play it on their computers? Also, Level 5 literally will not get any money from a secondhand cartridge so if they want to actually make money off of the games then they should release them for PC  The only thing I could think of preventing this is an exclusivity contract with Nintendo or something????? But I don’t think that would be the case seeing as they are on phone too.

#long post #Anyway I want to play Mystery Room I want to play it so bad #But I wouldn't even know how to pirate a phone game #Like there are phone emulators for computer but you still have to.... own the game #hashtag give us Mystery Room PLEASE

[diamond-coral]

Bargaining Chip

Hello! This is my first time posting on Tumblr ever:) I pulled this one-shot from a fic I posted on AO3 a few months ago but the plot is irrelavent and I changed it from first person to second as well as some details so it can be read as a stand alone. There’s some plot from the actual story but you really don’t need to know it at all.

There might be a few errors, especially because I changed the entire point of view and converted it to present tense from past tense so sorry:) 

Loki manages to get his hands on you and exchanges you and your body for his ticket to independence from the Avengers. Bucky gets to go first.

Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters included: Loki, and a little bit of Tony, Steve, and Thor

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY!!! SMUT (NON-CON TOUCHING, FORCED ORAL SEX (m receiving), KNIFE THREATS, DARK! AVENGERS, BUCKY’S AN ASSHOLE IN THIS, DEGRADATION, BASICALLY FORCED PROSTITUTION) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

You awake in the passenger seat of your own car with only foggy memories of you and your partner before everything had gone dark. Your mission from the CIA...breaking and entering the motherfucking Avenger’s facility and managing to escape...you were so close. If it weren’t for him. In your haze, you look to see who could possibly have the audacity to be driving your car, and there sits Loki, the God of Mischief, who you had only scene on the news, driving one hand and inspecting something in his other.

“Good evening my lady. Sleep well?” he mocks without taking his eyes off the item in his hand which upon further inspection from you looks to be... a red leash?

What the hell?

“I do hope you like your outfit,” he continues. “I think I assembled quite the get up for you.”

Looking down, you let out a muffled scream that was cut off by a strip of duct tape. Your hands are bound in your lap, but that isn’t what horrifies you. It’s what’s underneath them. You take into account your bare legs, fully on display, with a black dress leaving little to the imagination. The top half is just as horrifying with it’s plunging neckline. Your legs end with a pair of strappy gold heels that ensures any chances of running away to be futile while your upper arms are adorned in golden bracelets accented with emeralds. Whether the emeralds were real or fake, you could care less. You have bigger problems to worry about.

“What the fuck?!”

Is what you try to say, but the gag only makes it come out as a mangled ball of muffled murmurs. Though the chuckle Loki lets out implies he understands your enraged speaking attempt.

“You, my dear, are going to be a bargaining chip. I heard about your little escapade at the Avenger’s facility last night. Impressive, I must say, but my brother and his little hero posse had been looking for you relentlessly after that. They are practically obsessed with catching the women that managed to break into their high security building.”

Loki takes a sharp turn into a parking garage, narrowly missing the wall. You squeal as your precious car runs over the curb.

“I forgot how much I hate mortal transportation devices. But Stark had to build this tower in the middle of New York to feed his ever-growing ego and now I’m the one that has to rely on a car to get me there,” he grumbles while pulling into a parking space. He takes a deep breath once the car is parked. “Now, I’m going to remove that gag out of your mouth, and if you scream, I will peel your skin off of your body in the slowest, most painful way imaginable. Understood?”

You nod frantically and he rips the tape off, extracting a whimper from your now stinging mouth. You open your mouth for him to take the wad of cloth out that was under the duct tape. As he extracts it, you snap your mouth shut in an attempt to bite him, but he’s quick to evade and grabs your jaw harshly.

“What did I say before?” he seethes. 

“You said not to scream. I didn’t scream. Now let go of my face.”

Loki roughly throughs your face to the side, letting go, and looks around the surroundings of the car, probably checking for any unwanted onlookers.

“Out of the car. Now,” he orders and you hastily oblige using your bound hands to open the door.

As you shut the door, you catch a glimpse of your own reflection and grimace. You look like a hooker. Aside from the skimpy outfit, your hair was pinned up and intertwined with gold strands. Your makeup is done as well. Sultry eye shadow and dark red lipstick.

“I didn’t know the God of Mischief was a makeup guru,” you jab.

He ignores you and harshly pushes you forward. “Walk.”

“Where’s my partner?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Loki replies. “She has other uses than the one I currently need you for.”

“And what use am I needed for?”

“I already told you. By the gods, you mortals are stupid. You are to be a bargaining chip, (Y/N).”

Your blood runs cold. “How do you know my name?” you ask.

“I know everything about you. Including your peculiar abilities.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

“Now, don’t worry,” he adds. “As amusing to me as it would be, I have no interest in enlightening the Avengers to your secret identity. As far as they will know, I am simply giving them the criminal that broke into their compound.”

“And what’s in it for you?” you ask as he guidesyou into an elevator.

After pushing a button, he goes to fix his dark green tie. “Clever girl now aren’t you?”

“Answer the question.”

“How about-no?” he muses and a soft ding resonates through the elevator.

The doors opened and, for a moment, you forget the predicament your in. Inside was the most beautiful penthouse you had ever seen. The opposite wall was made entirely out of glass allowing a view of the New York City night skyline. Everything little piece of furniture each looks as expensive as your car, but your focus becomes drawn to the minibar. The Avengers were all sitting there, laughing, and most were obviously drunk.

“Here James, try some of this,” Thor booms.

Bucky makes a face. “Why would I drink something from another planet meant for Gods?”

“Jeez Buck it’s the only thing that can get you and I drunk,” Steve slurs and claps Bucky on the shoulder. “It’s your birthday. Live it up a little.”

Bucky hesitates before grabbing the flask Thor offers him and throwing his head back, downing the flask in one go.

Loki seems to have enough of the party scene as he clears his throat to interrupt them.

“Gentlemen-”

Before Loki uttered another word all the Avengers clambered from their seats to grab their weapons, but their intoxicated state just makes it a comical sight. Captain America falls over in an attempt to reach for his shield below the table. Tony Stark’s iron man mask smacks him over the head as he fails to turn in time to catch it on his face. Sam Wilson chokes on his drink and falls backwards off his barstool in shock.

“I come bearing no ill tidings.” Loki spread his arms.

“Then why bother coming at all?” Thor growls, shifting his hammer to his right hand.

“I’ve come to make an offer.”

With that, Loki snatches your wrist and throws you towards him and the other men. You stumbled in you stilettos and let out a yelp as you land on the floor looking up at the 5 present Avengers: Thor, the Winter Soldier, Captain America, Iron Man, and the Falcon. They all look down on you with perplexed looks etched onto their faces.

“You guys have been so caught up and stressed about finding your security breaches that I was generous enough to do some finding myself,” Loki explains.

“And how do we know you didn’t just pluck some prostitute off the street?” Caps eyes rake up and down your body.

Loki scoffs. “Always the skeptic captain. Does this answer your question?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flash-drive.

Tony snatches it from his hands. “Jarvis, what’s on this drive?” he asks, holding the drive up to a scanner in the glasses he’s wearing.

“It appears to be the files you have been collecting the 2 vigilantes you have been tracking and-.”

“Okay thanks J!” Tony interrupts quickly before Jarvis could spill any more information. He proceeds to storm up to your cowering and kneeling form that hadn’t dared move and harshly grabs your jaw.

Jesus, what was with these men and your poor, bruised jaw?

“Why would you possibly need this information?” he asks calmly, but his eyes are feral. He studies you and his brows furrow. Did he manage to piece it all together that you were the alleged vigilante they had been hunting? He lets go of your jaw and throws you back on the floor. “What business do you have looking for them?”

Looking for them? You let out a sigh of relief.

“None of your business,” you spit.

“Anyways,” Loki continues, and the drive suddenly disintegrated in Tony’s hand while reappearing in Loki’s. “I will happily hand over this seemingly important information along with the girl for you to do with her as you please, but…” He pauses. “Only if you stop tracking my current whereabouts.”

“And why would we do that, Loki? You’re dangerous,” Steve notes.

“I was dangerous,” Loki interjects. “I have been a good boy haven’t I? I would like to lead a normal life without you imbeciles tailing my every move. If I slip, Thor here will know within the second if I’m involved with anyone wrong doings, won’t you brother dear?”

Thor grunts at that statement.

“Besides, Stark’s satellite can track any magical energy if I use it. Which I won’t.”

“Fine. Now hand over the drive,” Tony snaps and holds his hand out.

After Loki drops the small gadget into Tony’s hand, he hauls you up and spins you around to face him.

His voice is quiet and low. “Be glad I didn’t tell them about my plans for you friend. It would be a shame if they found out about her abilities...and yours.”

He spins you back around to face the 5 men whose eyes were now raking up and down your body. “Easy on the eyes isn’t she?” Loki mentions, hands falling on your waist making you squirm. “You know, I almost considered keeping her for myself. Her exotic beauty is that of a pleasure maiden on Asgard.” Your struggles are invigorated at his implications. “Enjoy your whore.” And with that, he gives you one final shove before vanishing.

It’s silent for half a minute before one of the men speak up.

“Alright who wants to take her for a spin?” Tony asks, clapping his hands together. “I vote the birthday boy gets first dibs. Huh, Buckaroo?”

You blanch at the idea. Were they really going to go through with what Loki wanted? What happened to the valiant heroes you saw on your screen?

“Wait Tony, you can’t be seriously considering Loki’s suggestion?” Sam Wilson sounds surprised.

Tony shrugs. “Why not, Birdie? It’s either this or high security prison and I don’t think she wants to rot in a cell.”

“She is standing right here and would rather rot in hell than do what Loki had in mind,” you hiss.

“Well it’s a good thing we weren’t asking for her opinion,” Tony says.

“Tony’s right, Sam,” Steve adds slowly. “We bust our asses out there. We deserve something nice.”

“Day after day we save this pathetic world, and no thanks are given. Just everyone saying what we did wrong. We should’ve left the world to fend for itself after they tried shoving those ridiculous accords down our throats,” Thor murmurs

Sam raises both of his hands up in defense. “Fine. Do what you want with her. I’m gonna head out.” And with that he leaves. Your heart sinks, watching the only glimmer of hope, your knight in shining armor, walk out the door. Your self-pity party is cut short by an arm snaking around your waist.

Bucky Barnes, trained assassin, mass murderer, and now current Avenger, puts his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply, sending shivers down your spine while you stand frozen like a deer in headlights. “What do you say, doll? Wanna finish what we started the other night?” His hand on your waist slowly drifts down to your ass.

You stomp your heel down on his foot eliciting a groan of pain. “Last time I checked, you were in the dirt, and I was driving away that night after a successful robbery. There’s nothing to finish.”

He moves quickly as he rips your hair out of what’s securing it up, using the opportunity to tangle his hand into the roots and drag you away to a separate room. He wrenches open and throws you in, leaving you to stumble and trip. A searing pain on your forehead signaled that you hit your head.

“How about we use that snarky mouth of yours for something better hmm?” His voice is ice cold with malice as he grips your hair and yanks you up.

You cry out in pain, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Not so tough now, are you?” he sneers down at you. Hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling and pants unzipping, you shut your eyes.

A tear escapes, cascading down your face, but his thumb gently wipes it away.

“Open your eyes, doll,” he coos.

You shake your head and screw them shut even tighter.

“I said...OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!” he roars and your eyes fly open only to see his member sticking out of his slacks right in front of your face. He’s almost fully hard as precum dribbles out of the tip. “Good girl,” he praises. “Now, since you can’t seem to keep your snarky mouth shut, let’s put it to better use. How bout that?”

You don’t move, and he sighed as you look down to the floor. You hear some shuffling, a small click, and suddenly something cold and sharp is pressing under your chin, tilting your gaze to his steel blue eyes.

“Let’s try this again.” He pushes the knife harder, digging it a little deeper, but not enough to draw blood. A knife. This dirty bastard has a knife. “Suck. My. Cock.”

Pushing all your pride aside, you direct your gaze to the task in front of you. Bucky lets out an approving hum and the knife is removed from your throat. You swallow before opening your mouth and dragging your tongue from his base to the tip before wrapping your lips around him and sucking lightly.

Bucky was no slacker down there, you had to give him that. You ease your mouth down his shaft and his head tilts back.

“Oh fuck that’s it,” he moans. “Take my dick down your throat.” He grunts. His metal hand fists your hair to push your head down, sliding a few more inches into your throat. “Oh-that’s a good whore,” he breathes.

A gag is torn from you and you slap your hands against his thighs to imply you couldn’t take much more. Bucky’s only response is another grunt as he jams the rest of his length down your throat leaving your only intake of oxygen to come from your nose which was now mashed right above the base of his thick cock. As quickly as he pushed you down before, he pulls you back off by your hair, letting you go to wretch, gasping for air and freedom. A strand of saliva still connects from his tip to my lips.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He snags your hair again. “Open wide, slut.”

You do just that and he begins to fuck your throat at his own pace, sliding his entire length down every time. Tears brim at your eyes, not just from the lack of oxygen, but the humiliation of the moment as well. The time passes much too slowly for your liking, minutes dragging on for eternity, before he begins to reach his climax.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His cock twitches in your mouth.He holds your head with both hands as he releases straight into your mouth, warm thick strands of his release coating the back of your throat. He pulls out  with a pop and smirks down at you. “Good little sluts swallow” he orders.

You glare up at him, making a show of not doing anything.

“Well?” he demands and raises a dark brow.

You spit his own climax onto his expensive shoes.

“Why you-!” He raises his hand, getting ready to send a smack to your face.

“Barnes!” A female voice comes from the doorway as the door flies open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

There stood none other than the Black Widow.

#dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #non-con #bucky x female reader #dark!fic #loki x reader #avengers #idk how to tag this #fanfic #am i doing this tag thing right? #no i'm not #smut #dark!mcu #marvel #dark bucky x reader #dark!marvel