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khaleesiofalicante · 8 months

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DID YOU ALL HEAR THIS!? Truer words have not been spoken.

But it’s who he is at the core.

Big and loud. Maybe a little brilliant too.

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🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

When Max found David, he honestly had no idea what he was finding. But god is he fucking grateful.

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So much sweetness and feels and the some typical Max. 🤭🤭

His confidence – which he only shows when he must and not whenever he can. His kindness – which he shows all the time for everyone. His body – which Max could stand to see a little more.

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The growth. 😍🥹

But he has come to learn that it’s not about what Max wants but what David needs.

Ydturjidtnhy this. 😅

He is simply the FBI liaison for Interpol – which is admittedly a lot of responsibility because it means he is responsible for every joint operation between the Bureau and Interpol. And apparently, these fuckers work a lot together. Who even knew?

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Not entirely untrue about the Europeans. And Max stop roasting your brother!😂

Rafael would not survive on this side of the world.

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OH MY FUCKING GOD! This line here is perfection in all it's simplicity. I'm floored.

Pushing David is like pushing a door that says pull. It makes you look stupid and gets you nowhere.

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😭😭😭😭😭

“You are never useless.”

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I love him so much for the way he simply feeeeeels. 🥹🥹🥹

Max has no idea what the man is talking about.

All he can focus on is David standing behind him and David’s hands moving against his own and the soft press of David’s shirt against his skin and the fucking smell of vanilla filling his lungs.

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I'll fight everyone who dares.

“I’m worried people won’t like him. He is…He is not very likable.”

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HOW BAD IS THIS FORESHADOWING FOR LBAF? HUH? HUH!?

“But you seem to like him too,” Max whispers. “A lot.”

He is not jealous.

He will not be jealous of someone who is not even real.

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My boys!😭😭😭😭

“Every time I wanted to give up and every time it got too difficult to fight and too painful to love you, I’d think of him,” David chuckles and wipes his nose. “Because I didn’t want you to end up like him. Christ, it makes me sound so narcissistic as if you’d crumble without me but-”

“I would crumble without you,” Max says. “It’s not narcissistic. It’s…It’s scary.”

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MAAAAAAAAAAX

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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NOBODY FUCKING TOUCH ME. I'M EMOTIONAL AS FUCK HERE. On the day Max thought his husband needed space. 🥹🥹❤️

“You made it.”

David smiles and leans in again. “We made it.”

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Thank you so much for this incredible gift. I'm in awe. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it.

To quote a very wise man:

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

I am so glad you liked it, Dee. Reading this made my entire day 💙

It doesn't happen a lot to me. But there are moments when I write a chapter (or a one shot) and then go "yeah, yeah, this is good, this is some good writing, you are a good writer". I felt that when I wrote this one.

IALS Max was always my favorite to write. Maybe I just like pain hehe.

Love you too ♥️

#IALS

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oxygenbefore1775 · 8 months

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speak not of my affinity for ur delulu war criminal it still vehemently deny it!!!!!

Muahahahahahha

No one shall escape Zeke's charm as he captivates everyone's minds with his utter and undeniable hotness

Feeeeeeel his coolness feeeeel his hotness feeeeeel the weight of his murderous and delulu actions

Let me enter Yelena mode as I stand in awe of his presence, he's so morally complex, he's so inexcusably horrible, he's so undeniably tragic — he's so FIT

And then I remember that he will die

#thanks mar u sent me on this journey of self reflection #my beloved moots #mar<3 #zeke #zeke posting

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shmeddieshmunson · 2 years

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Oh yeah I’m online! I’m doing the best I can be that’s for sure. I’m glad you are treating yourself, you totally deserve it

-📚

Woo hoo! I feeeeeel that lmao

Aw 🥰

What's up with you?? I get like giddy and don't totally know how to act when Mari's anons hit me up... 🤓 Wus güd

#books anon #rikoreplies

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onlyherstarlight · 3 years

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why am i not enough for you? why don’t you love me the way you love them?

what could i do to be them?

#only her #unclear #unrequited crush #unrequited thoughts #unrequieted love #unrequited love #unrequited feelings #unrequited pining #one sided love #one sided attraction #one sided crush #unreciprocated love #limerence #limerent #limerent thoughts #feeeeeel Awful :)

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threwtheminthecut · 5 years

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if someone asks what peaky blinders is about i just want to show them this gif

that's pretty much it

#i'm sorry #i'm a lil bit emotional over bojack #because the final season is coming round out of fucking nowhere and i don't know how i'm gonna cope with the feels #and i know pb and bh are very different and yet bojack calls on pb a lot #as in the rooting for the asshole kinda thing #and i have yet to see another character who hates himself so mucj and has such awful coping mechanisms #as tommy and bojack #and it's stupid cartoon horse but the feeeeeels #family guy did adult animation a diservice #bojack is top drama #it deserves an emmy #and so dies pb #anyway

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Gold Rush (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist]

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Summary: Your career was blossoming, especially with your new role in “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working on set was a dream come true. It was never your intention to fall for one of your coworkers. Not when you knew that he would never look at you that way.

Words: 2,637

Warnings: language, it’s Anthony Mackie’s world & we’re just living in it, angst, feeeeeels, maybe I cried, maybe I didn’t, we’ll never know, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Inspired by: “gold rush” by Taylor Swift

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

You scored big time when you were casted in the upcoming Marvel series “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working alongside Anthony Mackie & Sebastian Stan had been more than you had ever wished for. The atmosphere on set was harmonious. Everything would have been fine if it were not for your stupid crush on your fellow castmate. Mackie picked up on the fact that you liked Sebastian almost immediately & he teased you about it one too many times. No matter how obvious his teasing, it seemed like Sebastian was completely oblivious to it. Or he acted as if he had no clue. You were not quite sure about that.

The press tour was going strong, which meant that Seb, Mackie & you were teamed up for every interview. Now, that was not something that bothered you too much. After all, you were more than comfortable around them. But when some interviewers did not know where the line was, you got frustrated. Like, okay, we got it. Everyone with eyes knew Seb was hot. But as an interviewer, you should know when to stop. Shamelessly flirting in front of the camera with basically a stranger? Sorry, but you had no explanation for such a behavior. Yes, some interviewers flirted with you, too. But you were great when it came to brushing them off while staying polite. Of course, Mackie’s teasing did not make this any easier for you. Every now & then, he would bring up the chemistry you & Seb shared on screen. And off screen. Like usual, you laughed at him & so did Seb. During interviews, you teased each other a lot, it was a playful manner you all enjoyed. And the audience loved the three of you for it.

Sometimes, when Seb answered a question that had him explain scenes with you or something similar, you hated the butterflies you felt inside. You hated how your cheeks warmed up. You hated that he had such an effect on you. You hated Seb. You hated him for being so perfect. You hated him for being a literal God. You hated him for ruining every other man for you. Because nobody could ever compare to him. And you said that even though you were not even in a relationship. Hell, you were not the only person who looked at him that way. If the interviews were not proof enough, a look at social media did the job, too.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

“So (Y/N)…” the man sitting opposite of you started. It was not a lot of times that questions were directed at you. Usually, people were more excited to talk to the guys. No offense taken. “The chemistry between Sebastian & you can be felt even after such a short trailer. My question is…are you two, like, a thing?” of course. If you got a question, it was about your love life or about how great you looked in your suit. The others got complex & well thought through questions & you got this shit. Internally rolling your eyes, you stayed professional & answered casually.

“Sebby & I are friends. We work well together. We know each other well enough to communicate with our eyes, body language & so on. Some people mistake that for dating, apparently.” finishing off with a sarcastic chuckle, you had to hide the fact that you wished that there was more between you two.

“I gotta say. Even I think they’re dating sometimes.” Mackie smirked when he spoke up which earned him a light slap from you. Seb only hid his face behind his hand & laughed quietly. It was nothing new. You were used to his teasing by now. Looking over at Seb, you could not help but admire him. Even when he was embarrassed, to you, he was the most beautiful person on this planet. Not a single flaw. Just…perfect. If only you had enough courage to do something about your damn feelings.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

I see me padding across your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

“Stop that.” Mackie walked over to where you were sitting. Finally, you had a break after hours of giving interview after interview. Looking up, your face turned into one of pure confusion.

“Stop what?” he exaggeratedly rolled his eyes at your question.

“The daydreaming.” it was a simple statement. But why would he tell you to stop that?

“What? Is it forbidden to daydream now?” chuckling at him, you offered him one of your coffee cups. Your handler brought you two because you had not slept much that night. But Mackie needed one just as much & he gladly accepted it. Still, he could tell that you were trying to change the topic. Not with him, though. Sitting beside you, he sighed loudly.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” he looked straight forward when he asked that question. Your face fell at his words but maybe, maybe, if you played dumb, you could get out of this conversation without any awkwardness.

“Tell who what?” your innocent eyes bore into his side profile & you saw him shaking his head slightly. A low chuckle escaped him.

“Tell Seb you like him or I will.” he stated & your eyes widened in fear.

“You wouldn’t dream of it.” exclaiming frantically, you grew more nervous at the thought.

“I wouldn’t trust that thought.” & after a few seconds of silence, you breathed out loudly.

“Yeah, sure. And I’d risk our friendship for that? Forget it.”

“He likes you, too, you know?” he casually stated. Your face changed, but only for a second. He was wrong. Someone like Seb could never like you back.

“Stop, Mackie. Don’t just run around assuming shit.” you pushed his shoulder playfully but it did not do too much. What a surprise.

“My running around assuming shit isn’t assuming. It’s facts. You guys are awful, by the way. It’s exhausting, watching you two trying to dodge your feelings. Why can’t you just, I don’t know, get everything sorted out & be happy together? If someone deserves that, it’s you.” yes, Mackie could be sarcastic but when push came to shove, he could be serious, too. And that last part, he meant by heart. Was it true? Did Seb like you? More than a friend? Maybe you should just tell him. Life was too short to be filled with what if’s. It was now or never, right?

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it could never be

Wrapping up for today, the three of you decided to grab some take-out & eat it back inside your hotel. After quickly showering & dressing more comfortably, you made your way over to Seb’s room. Mackie was already there, he texted you at least ten times to hurry up because they were starving to death. Dramatic diva. Knocking softly, a smile spread across your face when Seb opened the door. Stepping aside to let you in, you greeted Mackie briefly. He was already eating so why the hell was he rushing you earlier? He could be such a child. Seb handed you your food & motioned for you to take a seat on the bed. Take-out in a hotel bed? It should be illegal. Usually, you were not one for eating in bed but whenever you where staying at a hotel, it became some sort of a routine for you. Same for the guys. For a while, the three of you just talked & ate your food. Conversation always flowed easily with them. You knew all of their secrets & they knew all of yours. Well, except for Seb having no clue about your silly crush on him. When he & Mackie discussed a topic you did not know too much about to actually engage in their conversation, you found yourself stealing glances at Seb. If it were not enough for him to be so gorgeous, of course he had the best personality to match that. God really took his time with him. And the weirdest thing of it all was that Seb never let that thought get the best of him. He was aware of people admiring him but that never changed him.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

Mackie got a phone call & said goodbye to you before leaving the room. Which meant that Seb & you were alone. It was nothing special, the two of you spent a lot of time together. This time, though, you wanted to confess to him. Finally, you wanted to tell him how you felt. Could you live with the rejection? Well, if things turned in that direction, you had no choice but to. Seb’s lips moved but no sound came out. You zoned out & simply stared at him. Your thoughts were running wild. The sun had already started setting & the golden light illuminated his features in such a beautiful way. It almost looked like a movie scene. He was the masterpiece others could not keep their eyes from. You were this close to speaking up, taking a deep breath for preparation. This could change your bond with him forever.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

A phone ringing interrupted you. It was not yours. But Seb pulled his phone out of his pocket. The moment he saw the notification, he started smiling so brightly. The smile you had grown to love so much. It brought a grin to your face, too. The things this man could do to you, completely unaware of the effect he had on you.

“What?” you asked when he could not stop staring at his phone. Had Mackie sent him a message?

“Nothing, it’s just…” he stopped before saying too much but you were having none of it.

“Aw, come on, Sebby. You can tell me anything.” encouraging him, your hand found its way on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Seb seemed almost shy right now. And this was weird because he usually was everything but shy when he talked to you.

“There’s this girl & she’s just…amazing.” your face fell the moment he started talking. No. “I asked her for dinner but when she hadn’t replied after hours, I started losing hope. She just messaged me back.” his smile was sheepish & you hated that you had to admit that he looked happy right now. Genuinely happy. But you were not the reason of his happiness. Another girl was.

“And? What did she say?” deep down, you knew the answer & you actually did not want him to say it out loud. But you were best friends, after all, it was kind of your duty.

“I got myself a date. I’m going on a date with her, (Y/N)!” he beamed & pulled you into a big hug. One, that made the butterflies act out. Fuck, that hurt.

“That’s great, Sebby. I’m happy for you! You deserve it.” your excitement for him was fake but the sincerity behind your last words were not. If one person on this planet deserved endless love & happiness, it was him. Mackie was wrong. Seb had never liked you. Not in that way, at least. And his date saved you from embarrassing yourself & ruining your friendship. That did not change the fact that you felt like crying right now. You could not shed tears in front of him, could not show how much it actually affected you. No. You had to fake a smile. And that shit hurt like a bitch.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it

'Cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it will never be

“Something’s wrong with you.” Mackie stated at breakfast. No shit, Sherlock.

“What makes you think that?” feigning innocence, you rolled your eyes when you saw the look he was giving you.

“Clearly, you’re upset. Did something happen after I left you with Seb yesterday?” he hit the nail on the head with his assumption.

“Yeah.” was all you answered. His eyebrows raised, he waited for you to continue. But when he noticed that you were not planning on engaging in any more conversation with him, he pressed further.

“Did you tell him? Did he mess up?” if Seb messed up, he would kill him. There was no other person who was better for him than you. The two of you deserved each other. And everyone seemed to realize that but you.

“I wanted to tell him.” admitting quietly.

“But?”

“He got a notification.” your short answers made Mackie freak out. He grew frustrated with you when you dragged out this entire conversation.

“(Y/N), come on.” he urged.

“Sebby has a date.”

“With you? But that’s great.” his smile was small but present. Did you finally realize that you were feeling so much more for each other?

“With another girl.” then you looked up at his face, your eyes glossy. Clearly, you were trying to keep it together but he could tell that you had a hard time doing so. Yes, Mackie would kill Seb. He could have sworn that Seb only had eyes for you. The stolen glances, the efforts to make time to spend more with you. What the fuck was going on? When he saw your first tear falling, he wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug. You were broken, all because of one man. But the thing was that he was not just any man. He was Seb. Your best friend. Your everything. But he would never be yours. Not in a million years. Because he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was not like you did not have options. Hell, you declined so many people over the time. All because of him. And you were afraid that this would not change anytime soon. Because you did not think you would ever get over him. Your heart was ripped into a million pieces & the only person who could help you fix it was getting excited over his upcoming date. Whatever you thought could be between you guys, it was nothing but a dream. Something that could never be.

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Published (04/22/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @buckysleftarm420 (thanks for your support <3)

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adowbaldwin · 3 years

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The Cray’s but worse

#adarafaelbarbaseptemberbingo

They aren’t in the Mafia, they ARE the Mafia.

might do a part 2, because you all know i cant resist taking one small idea and making it longer then it needs to be.

Baldwin resisted the urge to choke him, squeeze his neck so hard his eyeballs jumped out of his socket like in that weird yellow cartoon Philippe watched “Fabian” he rubbed his temples “shut up you’re giving me a headache”

“I’m giving you “ he jittered, sniffing “a fucking headache?” he twirled dramatically “well why don’t I blow your head off hmm that would solve the problem” his hands shook holding the gun to his brothers head

Baldwin blinked, if he had a penny for every time he’d been held at gunpoint by Fabian he would be so rich he’d have to start burying his money “shoot me, go on” he dared

Fabian gulped, lip twitching “You fucking pain in the head yeah?” he pointed the gun at himself, tapping his temple with the barrel “pain in my fucking head you 2000 years of bullshit what have you ever done for me?”

“kept your business affairs hidden, made fourteen counts of racketeering disappear and served a tax evasion sentence for you” Baldwin rose from his seat arms folded “also buried more then one body, so if you want me to leave you to deal with this” he angrily pointed to the dead politician on his floor “then I will fuck off, hmm”

He laughed scratching his head “you ever seen finding nemo” he marched over to the counter, scooped up the fine powder and did a bump “fucking great film life changing, honestly God this shit fuck” his eyes almost crossed as the intoxicating vampiric version of cocaine flooded his bloodstream “good shit this”

“You know better than to snort your own product” Baldwin lectured “and for God sake by the time I’m back out here you best have that shit off of my counter” he dragged the politician to his bathroom, dumping him in the bathtub and made arrangements for him to be collected.

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How on Earth one moment he was burning off finger prints and the next surrounded by a sea of people was truly utterly perplexing. He stood, lurking in the corner for hours watching the horny, drugged up vamps getting up to all sorts. He had just about considered breaking necks when he felt a familiar breathe on the back of his neck “hello Jessica”

She giggled “Hello Baldwin” she hand ran down his front “you haven’t been around in a while”

“you do realise you are in my house” he spun her, crashing against the pillar and pinning her hands above her head. He dipped his head, licking the drug infused sweat off her neck and moaned “shit”

That innocent, anything but innocent laugh made him groan “you haven’t let loose in a while” she started sliding her hand into his trousers biting his ear

Eighty years, if you wanted to be pedantic “fuck it” he grabbed her chin “first things first” he cut a neat line on the counter, rolled his £50 (because would Baldwin carry anything less?) and sniffed like his life depended on it.

I feel love I feel I feeeeeel looove the noise of Donna Summer drummed through the floorboards, electric buzz of drugs pumping through blood and the constant echo of laughter filled the room. Baldwin had forgotten how much fun it could be, the life he once lived. The thrill of a gamble whilst fucking a bird over the black jack table, doing a fat line off of Jessica’s cleavage. God he had missed it, and what a welcome back he had. It was fleeting, there was no way he could continue to step into that life, but fuck did it feel good.

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The house looked dusted in icing sugar, tits everywhere and so much ass he never wanted to see another one. fag buts littered his pretty living room and God the cum stains would never wash out of his chairs.

Fabian was in his element, happy to have his partner in crime back and also very ecstatic to have an accommodating blonde sucking on his cock.

Baldwin surfaced under the woman laying on top of him, pants still on but shirt nowhere to be seen “I feel awful” he shielded his eyes, pupils wider then a tunnel

“I feel great” Fabian groaned, Felix going down on him like a hoover

The lift that opens up into the middle of the room pinged as more partiers flooded the room. Vampires had been showing up on and off for the past five days happy that their former boss and friend was back on the scene after so long out of the game. Fabian was a headcase and everyone missed the days where Baldwin ran the ‘family business’.

“what the fuck happened here” it was like a rude awakening hearing your sister’s voice after a weeklong coke infested orgy “Baldwin?” Diana looked horrified to see him indecent with a woman

Baldwin, or the real Baldwin, shot up off the sofa with wide eyes “I swear it’s not what it looks like”

She eyed him, the white slapped all over his face then the identical man sat on a brown sofa getting a blowy “what do you want to talk about first? Your clone or the drugs?”

The man lifted his head to smile “I’m Fabian” he smiled, an erratic look that had Phoebe cowering behind Marcus “Baldwin’s better half”

“I assume you forgot about the family meeting you called” Matthew snarled looking at the state of place, immediately horrified at the thought of another Baldwin

“Oh good! I do love a reunion” Fabian stood up, naked as the day he was born and that ungodly thing making the girls blush and look away “Fernando on his way?”

Marcus sniffed the air “is there a dead body in here?”

Fabian and Baldwin, faces guilty as sin “No” they replied sheepishly

“right” Diana declared “we are going to leave, I’m giving you an hour to sort this place out and then we are coming back” Baldwin opened his mouth to protest “I’m serious, no drugs, no tits no guns” her hands were on her hips like a scolding mother “do you two understand me?”

They nodded, defeated and sad the orgy was over.

#adarafaelbarbaseptemberbingo #Baldwin Montclair #fabian the aliens #adow #a discovery of witches #crack

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emotionalsupportshelby · 3 years

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1x4 rewatch continued

6. If Johnny Dogs turns out to be the betraying shit imma be hurt cuz friendship 🥺

7. Tommy speaking gypsy 🥺

7a. Love seeing his roots - Wish we got more of it

8. Aaaayeee naked Freddie Thorne

8a. I missed Freddie

8b. Him and Ada were pure

9. S1 Tommy was the happiest Tommy and I miss him🥺

10. Campbell was a fun villian, there was a silent respect on both sides

(he can fuck off for what he did to polly tho)

11. Why don't men dress like this now days?? It's a much better look than the shit they're wearing now

12. Sargent Moss deserves more love within the fandom - he seems to be a precious soul

13. Freddie and Polly at the graves 🥺

14. Billy Kimber was a fucking laugh

15. A sight we don't see often 🥺

16. Grace helping Arthur with math though

17. He did fuck up a lil bit tho but he's precious so we don't care

18 it's raid time bitches

19. I'm not a walker but if Tommy wants to go for a walk id walk a marathon for him

20. The whole church scene between Tommy and Grace is making me feel things

21. "but you're a liar" bitch he knows you

22. "sit down" YES SIRRR

23 him being shocked Grace Is willing to work for him because he does illegal things.. Sir I'd murder for you

24. Their first kiss tho 🥺

25. He's smiling a lot in this episode 🥺

26. LIZZIEEEE

27. I love her

28. I get Lizzie is a whore but I'd fuck tommy for free

29. And lizzie

30. Pansexual life

31. Cillians eye lashes are insane

32. Lizzie and Tommy both deserve better than their relationship in s5

33. Tom telling John breaks me

33a. John you deserve more

33b. As does Lizzie

34. Okay John go have your lil strop

35. Graces toast tho

36. I don't love Grace but Tommy seemed happy

37. We didn't get enough moments between Tommy and John

38. Their lil talk in the bedroom is pure as fuck and wish we got more scenes between the two

39. John just wants to impress Tommy

40. Tommy's impression of his grandpa 🥺

41 "you always used to do impressions when we were kids" - can we get more of impressionist Tommy please

42. Wedding time

42a not that John knows that yet 😂

43. He knows now 😂

44. Matchmaker Thomas Shelby

45. Peakys its strutting time

46. "she better be under 50"😂

47. Ada turning up 🥺

48. Emse is GORGEOUS

49. John's smirk of approvement

50. Can I marry Esme??

51. Peaky weddings seem SO FUN

52. Ada is dancing someone play Dancing Queen by Abba

53. "not now Ada, bloody Ell, you do pick your times" - Arthur Shelby being a supportive brother of his little sister who has just gone into labour

54. John's driving ability is top notch

54a. By that I mean he's AWFUL

55. As a female...

56. No.

57. This hurts

58. Poor Ada

59. Giving birth is a no

60. Fur babies > actual babies

61. He's SO smiley this episode I ADORE it

62. Freddie running to see Carl🥺

63. I miss Freddie

64. And season 1

65. Fuck the police

66. This hurts, it was so happy

67. When ada cries we all cry

68. Arthur and John drunk singing

69. Tommy being able to control a angry Polly or any angry woman the way he does gives me FEEEEEELINGS

69a. Yes.... I had to do that as 69, I'm a child

70. He didn't know Polly 🥺🥺

71. Look at his innocent face here though

72. He's genuinely devastated for Ada

73. Fook Campbell and Grace

74. Tommy is an incredible big brother and we don't appreciate it enough...

75. He's also pure as fuck..

And thus concludes Watch Peaky with molly

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rosenallies · 2 years

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in my feeeeeels and thinking about the first time begin again au rosie and nali have sex 😭🥺

Aw the softest and gentlest babies. Nali cries from bliss because it feels so good and he’s so happy to finally be at a point where he can do this with Rosie. 🥺

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musette22 · 4 years

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but if seb was the first man chris ever slept with, I can perfectly imagine seb guiding him in what to do because chris is so worried to hurt him and so on, THE FEEEEEELS, somebody help me I'm drowning in them

Riiiiiiiiiiight?? It makes me so soft and emotional to think about 🥺 Seb would be so honoured to be Chris’s ‘first’, and Chris so awed that Sebastian does know what he’s doing, and is letting Chris do these things to him, and he’d be so reverent and careful that at one point, Sebastian would have to tell him that he’s fine, he’s not going to break, he’ll say so if it’s too much. So Chris decides to trust Seb on this and lets himself be led, lets himself feel and enjoy and drown in Sebastian, and it’s a totally mind-blowing, life-altering experience for him. For the both of them 💘

#i love them #did you know #evanstan #rpf #minnie answers #Anonymous

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I think I'll comment as I read, since this is my man we're talking about and I love screaming incoherently abut your story into your ask box.

Real question. I know you have everything planned, but are you writing as you publish or you have an outline or is it mostly written and you edit before publishing? Just curious on your process. We do have a few things in common, but more on that on a separate ask..now it's thirst time.

Chapter 14

Of course Shownu had a perfect excuse for ignoring his buddy Wonho was Hoseok

Wonho a stripper? Please, sign me in

Are you one of them???? GURL!!!!! GURL!!!!

Now he's Serving some harsh truths, she's clearly obsessed and it's like she wants him to be the perpetrator.

But are the murder of her sister and the missing women even related? I mean the waitress was clearly a message for her, but all the other just disappeared with no trace? No public messages...

Oh, blood. He looks affected!

Ah, my dear Johnny. .sorry that those pesky vampires are making sure she won't be satisfied with anyone else...

Oh gosh here we go.. and of course he was expecting her. Lord, this man....

Gosh that duality "On the surface Wonho was all sex and sin, and yet, despite the insane physique, he had a gentleness and depth to him" your muse was on fire in this chapter!!!!

And now the song. I'm not gonna survive this chapter, I feel it in my water.

And the things he says to her have me weeping in my hands

"because then you'll leave and I'm not ready for that" wow, I went form horny to sad in seconds...

Wow

"you're gonna make me feel good, then right?"

"So good you'll never want to leave me" the feeeeeels just like when honey asked her to stay and she refused and he looked hurt.

There is no mention of her scent? Honey, kyun and Min were visibly affected by it...

Ok there was a mention of the heat.

The way I had to take a break from the story... It was so intense (in the best way) so perfect, so deliciously and elegantly explicit, like all my fantasies on 12k words. I am in awe.

I loved the ending? They just can't escape form eachother and how she makes them feel everything.

Really, don't know what I'm gonna do when this story is over..I dread the moment it's status becomes 100%... I mean for sure I'm gonna read everything else you have, but this story will forever have a special place in my heart.

Were you satisfied then with his chapter, milady? I hope so! Didn't want to disappoint since I knew your feelings for Wonho. ;)

Okay, so to answer your question: Everything is nearly finished. I do not publish anymore as an author unless a multichap is nearly completed for MANY reasons, the first of which is simply because I learned the hard way growing up writing fanfic that nothing's a bigger bummer than disappointing readers who've enjoyed the story you never finish. So no worries! This will be done on the regular schedule I've been working. I can touch on my process more on the follow-up behind-the-scenes you asked about once the final chapter is posted, but basically, about 90% is written with the final 10% fully outlined--I just need to connect the plot points and dialogue with the art and scenery. I edit as I go and then do a final hack-and-slash and proofread of the latest chapter one-to-two days before I post.

Dude, stripper Wonho became SUCH a thing for me this chap, and, in fact, this entire chapter was designed around his striptease. I mean, he would be SOOOOO good at it.

Without revealing too much of my fun, let's just say I generally don't put anyone or anything in a story without a very good reason for doing so... There may be many more threads to weave together in the very near future.

I did my poor Johnny a little dirty. It's not your fault, Johnny! I'm sure you're a rocking lover; you're just up against it this fic! :(

Oh, girl, the muse went OFF this chapter, but who could blame her? And, real talk, I ain't complaining. She gets vivid when she's on a roll, and sometimes it actually feels like I'm in the moment, so win-win.

Wonho is the perfect balance of sweet, sexy, and needy. Ugh, he just does it for me on every level, so I really wanted that to translate. It's such a breath of fresh air to have such a masculine man be so soft and accessible. *sobs*

Aww!!! Wow, thank you! All of my completed multichaps have claimed a corner of my heart, mostly because of the way my muse essentially requires me to live in the universe for months or years at a time, but STS is special to me, too. Amber isn't like me in so many ways, but I have such a fondness for her. I just wanna take care of my baby girl.

Mostly, I'll just miss your wonderful asks. They always buoy my heart.

#gee thanks #succumbing to sybaris

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ok hear me out abt this. i feel like some people use the anon feature to deliberately gaslight ppl on this site. like i’m sure it’s not that deep but it happens sooooo often. if u have a certain number of followers and u allow anon asks eventually you’ll get someone in your inbox like “why do you hate trans sex workers” or “did you ever apologize for saying (tumblr user) should kill themself lmaooo xx” or “wow i’m not surprised you support seaworld considering you’re LITERALLY the person who posted about how you like beating your dog”

if i leave anon on i get messages like this almost every day. i delete 99% of them on sight but some are really awful. just recently someone accused me of supporting abuse against my sister. i dont have a sister

and sometimes you can be like. ok you probably have me mixed up with someone else, this is just a misunderstanding. or it’s just bait and they’re trying to get you to react. but other times you have to sort of question your own sanity. you’re like.. wait did i post something that could be interpreted like that? like maybe this is my own experiences with gaslighting talking, but that mix of guilt n fear feels rly familiar. and i know most of these people are probably not TRYING to do that but it feeeeeels like they are sometimes. especially on anon because those can ONLY be answered publicly. if you’re trying to spread some terrible rumor, what better way to throw gas on the fire

anyway if you’re mad at a tumblr user u should probably check to see if they actually posted the thing you’re mad about, and also dm instead of sending an anonymous mssg, because sorting these things out in a private convo is way less like an accusation

#dont reblog please

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lily liveblogs Star Trek:TNG 1x11 - “Haven”

aka the “Troi has an arranged marriage” episode.

we get to see Riker smirking as he watches two attractive women in togas play the harp. Oh, Riker.

creepiest message ever for troi: a silvery mask attached to a literal talking cube. Quoth Troi: Oh fuck no.

I don't blame her for being upset; I'm disturbed myself.

the creepy message box opens up, spilling jewels all over the transporter, and Troi has to inform the oblivious Riker about her upcoming arranged marriage that she very clearly hates

(Item: I cannot tell what is up with her relationship with Riker because the show has given us very little information to date, but I cannot imagine any scenario where this wouldn't be awkward and embarrassing.)

(Left to my own devices, I assume that Troi pegged Riker on the regular and she was the one who broke up with him, but I suspect the writers thought it was the other way around, lol. but it's pretty clear that Riker is dtf aliens and Troi is half-Betazed, so... *shrug*.)

Troi tries to explain her situation to Picard while Riker is mansplaining in the background. RIKER PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF.

All Picard wants to know is if Troi is gonna be sticking around or if he's going to have to find a new counselor, lol.

Troi tells him she won't be staying, and Picard is very clearly disappointed and trying to make the best of it, and you can just SEE the moment where Riker realizes he's still in love with Troi and goes all soft, and it's rather endearing.

(For the record, I mock Riker relentlessly, he's often an asshole, and I hate how the writers keep writing him so he's Always in the Right / expect us to identify with him, but I do enjoy him as a character most of the time.)

Riker leans casually against the wall not looking at Troi LOL. He doesn't have to because she can read his emotions.

Troi: "don't ruin your career for me,"

Riker: "babe, but I wanna"

troi: "how ‘bout no"

Riker: "okay, then, guess I'll die"

troi: how 'bout you stop being a dramatic bitch and dance at my wedding?”

riker’s like "maybe?" and walks STRAIGHT INTO DATA WHO HAS NO IDEA ABOUT THE WRITHING MASS OF AWKWARDNESS HE’S STUMBLED UPON

Deanna's future in-laws arrive OH THE SPACE FASHION LOL

her fiance Wyatt is human (???) gives her a "chameleon rose" that changes color with her moods, I am SURE we will be seeing more of this magic mood ring flower later as a plot point, but 10/10 excellent gift.

(his sweater game is pretty good, Wesley Crusher should take notes)

Troi calls her mother "eccentric" which is a massive understatement

her mom's first act is to scold her for not using telepathy and to make Picard carry her luggage even though she knows he's the captain

(okay, so Troi is half-Betazed, and her MOM is the Betazed and her dad is human? for some reason I thought it was the other way around but w/e)

the other dude with the elder Troi is her valet, so that makes her snub to Picard even worse, and Troi puts her foot down in the corridor

(love how both geordi and data look at that and agree "not gonna touch that shit")

The fact that Troi's mother is such a raving narcissist makes me love Troi so much more. Like, I already loved her, but this just takes it to the next level.

pretty sure the dude playing the valet is the same guy who was the time traveler in "Where No Man Has Gone Before", lol

picard: please accept our humbly awful '70s space future accommodations

I don't know what color white is on a Mood Rose, but that rose has been pure white ever since Lwaxana Troi showed up

Lwaxana Troi believes in radical honesty, which actually puts her roughly on par with Data in terms of social skills, ironically enough.

Troi, who is a professional diplomat, is like, Mom, please, fuck no, humans are complicated, okay?

"Failure to communicate is inherently hostile" - wow, that's this show's philosophy in a nutshell, isn't it?

I love Electorine, the leader of Haven (the planet they’re orbiting) - she looks like how I imagine a grown-up Ozma of Oz

So Troi's fiance is human? I'm so confused about the politics here, especially when Lwaxana is such a snob about Betazed superiority.

Troi tries to console Wyatt by saying "I'll only be half as annoying" as a Betazoid/my mother. He doesn't laugh, but I think she meant it to be funny? I LOVE YOU TROI.

He wants to know if she can read his thoughts, she says no, but maybe we'll get there, and then she almost spills the beans about Riker, but catches herself at the last possible moment

to his credit, dude picks up on that right away and asks "Do I have competition?"

Troi says NO, but we all know that's a lie.

Turns out Dude also has issues: he's been hearing voices/seeing the face of a woman his entire life, and he just assumed it was Troi because aliens are Like That, am I right?

he says it doesn't matter but he's CLUTCHING THE PORTRAITS HE'S DRAWN TO HIS CHEST AS IF THEY'RE HIS MOST PRECIOUS POSSESIONS so I have Grave Doubts

Picard to his personal journal: am I biased? I'm pretty sure I'm not and this is a legit disaster in the making.

oh hey, there's a strange vessel approaching the planet to investigate, so time for another conference!

(ngl: I realize the conference room scenes are unpopular but I personally love them even though they generally do not work on multiple levels from a writing/viewing perspective)

turns out the ship is full of plague and heavy-handed metaphors about the nature of humanity

Lwaxana Troi causes a scene at the cocktail party quarreling with her future in-laws, and both Troi and Riker are in their own personal hells

data looks like he could use some popcorn

Love Troi in her non-work outfit here

Data tries to chat up the silent valet about his drinking habits, with hilariously awkward results

RANDOM GONG FOR NO APPARENT REASON

Lwaxana has a pet Tradescantia vine that starts crawling on one of the in-laws and Riker has Had Enough

Everyone is appalled to learn that nudism is mandatory at Betazed weddings.

Troi screams at everyone and storms out and Tasha is amused.

Data believes the proper study of mankind is man: "Could you continue the petty bickering? I find it so intriguing."

awww, riker is brooding in the holodeck, lol

SEARCH YOUR FEEEEEELINGS, RIKER

(why does Troi always have to be the adult in this relationship?)

So "Imzadi" is confirmed to mean "my beloved" and Troi asks if they're beyond that now, and Riker's all jealous and defensive, and... surely they have polyamory in the 24th century??

Rikers like "I'm an all or nothing guy," which, okay, fair. BUT WHY THE HELL DID YOU TWO BREAK UP THEN, I'M SO CONFUSED? Did Troi break up with you because she thought it was interfering with your career (not sure how that tracks but whatever)? Or did Riker instigate the break-up? (In which case, I have less sympathy because he shot himself in the foot there! GROW UP, YOU FOOL, GROW UP)

Wyatt the Betrothed shows up and is like, "oh, hey, your loss" to Riker, which just made me roll my eyes.

Riker responds by stalking off in a dignified huff, lol SO EMOTIONALLY MATURE, Y'ALL.

"So we'll go half naked?" AHAHAHAHA, TROI, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR DEADPAN SENSE OF HUMOR SO MUCH.

meanwhile, the plague ship approaches *jaws theme*

turns out the woman in wyatt's drawings is on the ship, although I admit I would not have made that connection if Troi hadn't pointed it out

Wyatt goes to ask Lwaxana for relationship advice, which goes about as well as you'd expect it would.

he decides to break quarantine and transport over to the plague ship because HIS SECRET DREAM WOMAN IS REAL (and also he's a doctor and this is his life dream to cure the plague)

the ship is decorated with portraits of Wyatt at various ages which is totally not creepy at all

so anyway, that's that!

Lwaxana concludes by flirting with Riker, much to his amusement and Troi's annoyance

it turns out the valet could talk this whole time, he just... didn't want to before now? Or maybe he's come to understand humans better enough to communicate on their level... or just really liked the wet bar at the reception

(oh, and I was totally wrong, that color-changing rose was just a space macguffin that didn't go anywhere, sigh)

at least we'll always have the vine-pet-creature-thing!

I still don’t understand why this episode is called “Haven,” the planet has almost literally nothing to do with anything and nobody even goes there.

so this episode has a lot going for it! lots of fun character moments, even if I’m still confused as hell about a lot of things the show should have explained.

am I entertained? oh, absolutely.

#lily liveblogs #star trek: tng

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hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon · 4 years

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Okay Tumblr, I’m about to do a stupid thing and ask for validation on some of my original writing. I’ve been working on a novel for a while now, and while I don’t have nearly as much to show for it as I would like, I do have this prologue.

The story it is is attached to is long and complicated and queer and magical and I love it. My question to you fine internet denizens is: after reading this prologue, would you keep reading this book?

(If you have follow up questions about this story at all, please ask because I love blabbing about this and I’m considering making a side blog just about this story because I want to develop it and hopefully get it published one day)

My buds: @a-l-ias @madre-des-leones @books-andbiscuits @chihuahuapowersgo @oopstheregoesthatlifeofmine @ivneess @elissastillstands @i-am-triple-a @becca-becky @goddess-of-fluff (You are all under absolutely no obligation to read this, I just think you’ll get a kick out of it)

So, without any further ado, I give you the prologue to Cheshire Moon:

Prologue: In Which It’s The End of the World As We Know It

Here is the boy on his bicycle. It is a dark and stormy night, a strange night for a bike ride. A Monday night as it would happen. Just goes to show that even after the events collectively referred to as “the Apocalypse” have ravaged the Earth and destroyed the capitalist institutions such as bureaucratic schools and offices that made certain weekdays widely hated, Mondays are still, and will always be, awful.

So here is the boy on a bicycle twenty years after the Apocalypse. He is pedaling madly through woods that had once been somewhat tamed. The woods were made of pine and maple and oak, the staples of a Northeast American forest, but they were also more than that. See, when nature is left to its own devices, even forests once populated with such things as marked hiking trails and outdoor recreation areas can turn into something quite different. This forest, once a nature preserve belonging to the state of New York, was now a wildwood. Things not quite friendly and not quite mundane and things not evil but also certainly not kind to trespassers lived in the dark spaces between these trees.

So here is the boy on a bicycle, riding through a wildwood full of dangerous things not kind to humans on a stormy Monday night twenty years after the Apocalypse. This is odd for three reasons.

First, as previously mentioned, it was a rainy night. And not a little drizzle, May-Day morning kind of rain that you barely needed an umbrella for, but a sky-splitting, earth-shaking, world-flooding howler of a storm. Each bolt of lightning ripped the sky apart; every roll of thunder shook the ground; the howling wind threatened to send even the oldest trees crashing to the ground. Surrounded by all of this, beneath the trees and in the mud, was the boy on his bicycle.

The bicycle was the second odd thing. Despite the absolute hell it’s rider was currently putting it through (he wasn’t biking on a path, you see, just careening through the underbrush as it suited him; scratching the paint, splattering it with mud, and getting half a forest worth of sticks stuck in the wheel spokes), it was a very nice bike. A ten-speed, all-terrain, for-serious-athletes-only sort of bicycle. In another life, it would have been the property of some over-achieving businesswoman, the sort who did triathlons on the weekends and polished it with special bicycle wax three times a week. In this lifetime it had been stolen from an abandoned sporting goods store and aggressively spray-painted black because its new owner had been in a mood that day. There was also a laptop precariously duct-taped to the handlebars. Surrounding the ancient laptop was a clear plastic container, which several hours earlier had been looted from an old Target store and taped over the handlebars with extreme prejudice to protect the computer from the coming rain.

The third odd thing was what the rider of this bike was doing. He wasn’t just soaked to the bone while pedaling full speed through the dark and rain and underbrush, with no light to guide him other than the faint glow of the computer screen. He was also singing at the top of his lungs.

“It’s the end of the world as we know it! It’s the end of the world as we know!-oh!-” He swerves to avoid a tree- “Oh, it! It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I FEEEEEEL FINEEEE!” He had a deranged smile on his face, the kind adrenaline junkies get when they’re doing something supremely idiotic while enjoying themselves immensely, and couldn't be damned to care about the consequences. He was quite possibly insane, more likely sleep-deprived.

Just then, the computer started beeping. The boy quickly brought the bike to a stop, crashing through a puddle and narrowly missing a large rock that would have brought this story to an end much quicker. Still singing nonsensical lyrics to himself- “Lenny Bruce, Lester Bangs, birthday party, cheesecake”- he dismounted, taking something small and electrical out of the bag he wore over his shoulder. He hit the device a few times, cursed twice, and hit it again before it finally turned on with a beep and a few flashing lights. The light illuminated his face, pale and tired and shivering. Splashes of mud on his face gave the appearance of more freckles than he actually had. He wiped his long, rain-drenched hair out of his eyes to peer at the computer screen before punching some coordinates into the handheld device. A map appeared on the smaller screen. Blue vector lines appear, joined by two small dots, one green, one red. As he moved, the red dot moved. “Excellent,” he whispered to himself before walking deeper into the woods, leaving his bike behind. It would be the last time he saw that bike.

Walking through the rain was much harder than biking through it. Every minute or so, he had to stop and pull his boots out of the shin-deep mud. Twice he slipped, spreading mud all over his front. He refused to think about the state of his hair, despite the fact that it smelled like some of the wet matter coating it might not be mud. He slipped a third time, and the device in his hand went flying off into the wet night, never to be seen again. He paused for a moment, staring pitifully at where his device had disappeared before proceeding to curse loudly and creatively in at least three languages; insulting not only the stupid forest and the gods-damned rain, but his own stupidity and the idiocy of his informant for failing to tell him about this job before it became a time-sensitive matter that resulted in him being covered in enough mud to pass as a very short golem……

He went on like that for awhile before continuing his walk. The past few days had been incredibly frustrating, and there was a lot of bottled up anger to be released. As absolutely no one listened, he cursed the Trader caravan who treated him worse than the dirt on their boots, the scavengers who’d stolen his good knife last week, and the state of his life in general, gods give him a sign that he shouldn’t end it all right now, just climb up a tree and get struck by lightning…

A particularly loud crack of thunder erupted just then, followed by a bright burst of lightning that was a bit too close for comfort. It seemed like the gods were calling him on his bluff. With a world-weary sigh, he shoved his frustrations back down and continued walking into the woods. First and foremost was the mission, he reminded himself. There would be time for pity parties later.

It seemed like the universe was mocking him at that moment; as he gathered his convictions, the storm worsened. He would have said it was impossible, but the rain came down harder, as if trying to tell him that just lying down in the mud forever was so much simpler than trying to be a hero, who was he anyway, to try and save the world…He began to sing again, attempting to combat the darkness of the weather and his mind. “Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn, world serves its own needs, don’t miserve your own needs…” He walks to the tune of the highly appropriate song, keeping his head up and eyes peeled for his destination.Finding anything in this weather would take nothing short of divine intervention, possibly by multiple gods, but find something he does. There, on his right, almost outside his field of vision, a faint glow in the darkness of the night. He smiled, a wild thing, before running full tilt towards the glow.

As he got closer, it became clear that the glow was coming from the ground itself, a golden line stretching as far as the eye can see in either direction. The glow is slowly intensifying, but he’s arrived in time. He takes another device out of his bag, this one about the size of his head. It looked like if someone had melted down several computers, a tacky bachelor’s pad worth of chrome plating, and a rotary phone before mashing them all together and drenching the entire thing in white paint. That really wasn’t far off from the actual process used to create the gadget, which was of his own invention. He was rather proud of it, especially as it was one of a select few of his projects that had been completed without any magical assistance whatsoever.

With the golden glow lighting his way, he steps forward and gently places the SaviorBlob(that was what he had named the blobby thing) directly onto the line, aligning one of the sticky-outy metal bits towards magnetic north. Then he takes a carefully measured number of steps to the right, taking a second SaviorBlob out of his bag and placing it on the line. Again, he takes a carefully measured number of steps to the right, watching his feet while taking a third and final SaviorBlob out of his bag. He’s adjusting the magnetic alignment when he hears a loud grunt. He looks up. Then he starts running.

A roar erupts from the massive creature straddling the line. Something vaguely resembling the idea of an arm erupts from the darkness, grabbing the boy by the back of his jacket and bringing him face to face with the rotting corpse of something that had never been properly alive. Desperate, he throws the remaining SaviorBlob at the creature’s face with surprising force, but it bounces off harmlessly. The creature roars again, throwing the boy up in the air only to snatch him up again, this time around the waist. With another arm, it sweeps the SaviorBlobs off the line, sending them flying into the night.

Satisfied, it returns its attention to the boy trying to free himself, slowly pulling him closer as it opens it’s stinking maw wide. The boy watches, eyes wide, heart pounding. He waits. He waits. Then he strikes. A second before the darkness would swallow him whole, he pulls a knife from his boot and drives it deep into a mass of twisted flesh.

As the creature flails, he rips off one of his many necklaces and shoves it down the creatures throat, kicking away at the same time and falling to the ground. His jacket is torn to pieces, tangling around the arm covered in dark acid from the creature’s mouth.

The creature roars and lashes out, clawing at it’s wound with one arm and pinning the boy by his leg with another. The touch is dirty and so cold it burns, the antithesis of everything alive. The boy screams for the first time. Another twisted and corrupted limb is pressed to the glowing line, and the creature rears its head and sings, a single high piercing note a human could never hope to replicate.

The boy struggles, trying to pull away from the pain, but he’s stuck fast. As the creature continues to sing, the light of the line grows brighter, turning from golden to white hot. The air itself is resonating with the impossibly high note, the whole world shaking as the boy tries to twist free and cover his ears from the onslaught of pure noise. With a final cry of pain, he escapes the creature’s hold, trying to run, trying to get as far away as possible...BOOM. The world goes white. He flies through the air, hitting a tree with a CRACK. Darkness falls immediately.

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I WILL TAKE ANY AND ALL CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

I WANT TO MAKE THIS GOOD

I WILL ALSO BLAB ABOUT THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH, SPOILER THEY”RE ALL QUEER AND MOST ARE POC.

#Cheshire Moon #Cazi's Writing #my writing #original writing #Marcelo Doran #Artemesia Benitez #Miriam 'Chevy' Johnston #Jashik Agni #Kals Katsaros #okay writing my OC's names as tags for the first time gave me such a rush #like #they're real and they matter

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