#it's crazy how i've come from 'I HATE DRAWING THESE BITCHES' to 'i love them so much' in a matter of seconds

[fernsensei]

and heeere it is! some thoughts on "what if gabriel and v2 met", the comic i've been working on much longer then i would've like to confess! i'm happy with the way it turned out to be and who knows, maybe i'll do a second part once i figure out how to bring this all to the culmination👁👁 hope you'll enjoy reading as much as i've enjoyed drawing!<3

#i want to thank ceo of tumblr personally for letting us post up to 30 images per post #i'd fucking scream if i had to make a second post for ONE (1) image #i could've colour it but i'm shit with colours so. maybe later #it's crazy how i've come from 'I HATE DRAWING THESE BITCHES' to 'i love them so much' in a matter of seconds #phew now i can go draw shitpost again with peace #'fuck it we ball' is my motto now #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #gabv2el #<<bc i said so and bold of you to assume this wont turn out to be a homoerotic tragedy #gabriel/v2 #ultrakill fanart #comic #art

[geddy-leesbian]

Luis playing guitar for pregnant Leon because these bitches make me ill and I can't wait 2 chapters to post this

“Can I try to feel again..?”

“Yeah, the one on my left is moving a little bit. She's farther back I think and smaller, I don't feel her as much as the other, so don't think you will, but you can try,” Luis places his hand all over the left side of Leon's belly, but can't feel anything. He can't hide the disappointment on his face. “You'll get to feel soon, I promise. Usually me being up walking around relaxes them and they sleep. I just need to sit here for a while and the one on the right will wake up and start kickboxing in there. You can go back to doing whatever you were doing before I interrupted you, I'll tell you when the kicks start.”

Luis gets up to grab his guitar, then comes back to Leon to start playing.

“Keep playing!” Leon yanks a hand off the guitar to place on his stomach. “They like your music. Always kick when I put it on. Can't fall asleep to it like I used to, the kicks keep me up. They don't react like this to other music, just yours.”

Luis keeps strumming with one hand and feels the kicks with the other. When he stops playing, the kicking stops. He's mesmerized by it.

“They…” Luis moves his hand, back to the other side, to feel the other baby too. “They like my music…”

Luis keeps at it, playing and feeling, still in awe at every single kick, until Leon is asking him to stop.

“Sorry, darling,” Luis sets his guitar down while Leon starts rubbing his belly. “Glad you're finally able to feel and bond with them, the kicking just starts to hurt sometimes. You can keep feeling while they settle down, just no more exciting music.”

Leon takes his hands off his belly, letting Luis take over. 

“I love you. I love you so much,” Luis gently rubs Leon's belly. “I can't believe I'm having a family with you. I don't understand why you're putting your body through hell carrying my babies. I don't know what the hell you see in me.”

“A couple nights ago you were playing to a stadium of women that would probably kill to have your kids, don't get why it's so hard for you to believe that I want it too.”

“Because none of them know the real me. They have the idealized image of me that magazines feed them. They think I'm perfect, they don't know how much of a fucking train wreck I am. They don't know what I was like before. You were here wanting to spend time with me even before all the money and fame, when I was just a loser with nothing. And you're still here! Why?”

“You being a loser is exactly why I fell for you. Always hated you up until that conversation about this album being your last shot… Thought you were some rich asshole trying to buy his way into the music industry, just burning money until something worked because you could afford it. Then I found out you couldn't afford it, you were just so passionate for music that you were willing to be homeless to have another chance. I loved the passion. And since then I've learned so much shit that's made me fall more in love,” Leon traces over Luis's cheek scar with his thumb. “You're actually badass, you're a crazy cat person, you're a fucking genius and could have been an actual doctor if you'd tried, you're so protective, you dote on me… I could go on all night, there's so much I see in you. I don't get what you see in me either. You could have just about anyone, why me? I'm a fucking loser too! Became a receptionist because I'm a moron that broke my leg and never got motivated to do anything else with my life. I don't have a creative bone in my body, feel like you should be with someone artistic like you. I'm pretty, but I'm not special. You could find someone just as pretty as me that's also good at music or drawing or something.”

“I'm so in love with you because you have the nicest tits that I've ever seen. Kidding. Well, half kidding. You do have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen,” That is extremely high praise coming from Luis. He's seen a lot of them, after all. “I'm kidding about them being why I'm in love with you, they're just a nice bonus. The real reason is very close though! It's your big heart. The moment you said I could move in with you if I didn't have anywhere to sleep… We weren't even friends at that point. Just acquaintances. And you would have let me move in! Not to mention the way you just put up with all my bullshit and took care of me when I had that breakdown, when all I deserved was a door slammed in my face because I'd treated you like shit. And you don't give yourself enough credit– You are creative too! You decorated the nursery, painted those butterflies… You're also strong. But I already told you all about how strong I think you are last night, so–”

“God. Let's stop the sappy romance bullshit. Save it for when these kids are out of me and I can smoke pot.”

“Can I be sappy in Spanish?” Luis smiles playfully. “So you can't understand it?”

“Whatever.”

Luis lays down, head by Leon's belly, and starts speaking softly in Spanish.

#the ''last night'' was the whole leon stuck in a bathtub and having a mental breakdown over it incident #i feel like without context luis's dialogue kinda sounds like there's maybe a sex implication but there actually was no sex had that night #serennedy #serrennedy #theyre cringefail loser soul mates

[wubyreal]

Alright, now imagine that Liza caught a whole hog

Liza lore incoming

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Liza sounds nice. Nereida was suggested by @mitspeiler when I couldn't think of one. As a mermaid, nereid fits the aquatic theme.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Early 20s

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

I can't think of one. It's a work in progress. So far Liza has only dated Marina. She finds Marina attractive and sees her beyond being a crazy bitch. Unfortunately Liza had a bit of an "I can fix her" moment. For now she is in love with her princess duty.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Sea chicken, shark, and calamari

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Up and coming crown princess, which means helping merfolk and maintaining a good relationship with them

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Swordfighting, motorbike joyrides, opera, and various competitive underwater sports

🎯 -What do they do best?

She is good at swordfighting, singing, and being a group leader

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She loves watching competitive professional sports, such as fencing, jousting, swimming, and wrestling. Liza is a bit of a fitness nut that enjoys training. As princess, she enjoys helping others. She hates when problems go out of control when doing princess duties or dealing with people that hate her guts when trying to help them

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

When her dad started teaching her how to swordfight

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

She did not enjoy taking down Marina and stabbing her eye out. It had to be done since she was out of control with evil, dangerous blood magic.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

No. Liza used to look vastly different as a blonde white woman with long hair. Her main color palette was originally green/brown instead of white/gold

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

She is based on Lucina from Fire Emblem for being a very dutiful princess that wields a legendary sword and is very close to her dad. Very hopeful and believes in change being possible no matter what. Also inspired by Sapphire from Princess Knight as a tomboyish swordfighter.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

High fantasy with gothic post-apocalyptic stuff. Her story is a grand sailing adventure.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cis bi

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Her younger brother Derrick and younger sister Cassandra

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Liza and her parents are very close. Her dad is her biggest role model.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I like her design, her relationship with her family, and personal struggles. She deals with a lot of self inflicted problems assuming she has to do things alone and must be perfect.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

She's a very important main character. I don't think about her every single day because her solo story still needs a lot of work, and I've been drawing a blank. I draw and write when ideas start cooking.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

No. She is too plot armored up.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Scared of not living up to the Nereida royal name. She is burdened by her great-grandma's war crimes and works very hard to fix the family reputation among the merfolk populace.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

War for her manipulations. Marina for acting as War's pawn. Her classmate Edward.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since 2015

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

18

#wuby.text #OC lore #Liza Nereida #OC ask #ask #the-goblin-cat

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

All 49 of the weird asks!! Go crazy go stupid. Also hi Fozz! 💚

Hello hello my dear friend!! It's been so long since I last spoke to you so I'm really happy you're here! Let's get started!!

1. If you have a lighter, what color is it?

It is currently a bright yellow lighter that I've gotten while I was in Weed, California on my way home from Universal Studios/LA!

2. Pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange?

Honestly, why not both? Both are really wicked shades of both colors so I think they have a pretty good tie here! (Though I really miss the blue that Pepsi used to be in the 90s-early 2000s)

3. Do you like pasta?

I FRICKIN LOVE PASTA!!!!!!!

Noodles are the absolute best and my favorite kind of pasta if I had to pick, ramen, spaghetti, alfredo, whatever comes with noodles, I'll love it!

I also love macaroni pasta, bow tie pasta, shell pasta, rigatoni pasta, rotini pasta and ravioli pasta as well!

4. How often are you on tumblr?

Since it's pretty much the only form of social media I have (my Artstagram got hacked a little over a year ago and I didn't try getting it back after no response from the staff since I hated Instagram anyhow), I'm pretty on here a lot of the time I'm on my phone if I'm not drawing, watching YouTube, or otherwise having IRL responsibilities and obligations take my attention away from being on Tumblr

According to my phone, the time I spend on here can range around 3-4 hours a day for the past two months, so hopefully that helps answer your question too!

5. Are you only doing this because you’re bored?

I mean,,,,, why else would ask games like these even exist??

Of course I'm doing this cuz I'm bored lol!!

6. What blogs do you mostly interact with?

Im not too good at any naming specific users since I feel I have so many of them pass through here (I'm bad with names and faces at times sorry y'all), but I do know for sure I talk to a lot of mutuals/users that follow me and send things/asks to my inbox a lot of the time I'm online haha!

7. Can you swim?

Yep I sure can my friend!! It's one of my most favorite things to do in the entire world, if there's a body of water anywhere and I have a swimsuit on me (esp rivers, lakes and indoor pools), I will run and be right in the water before you know

I've been able to swim since the age of 3 and started swimming as a whole at 1 year old with my mom and grandma!

Myself and a lot of people I know (including my parents and my grandparents) think I was a mermaid in a past life due to how good I am at swimming since I was super young and because every time I'm swimming and am under the water, I feel like I'm in a way at home!

8. Have you had water today?

I have not!

As controversial and a bad habit as it is, I don't really drink water all that often, I do occasionally drink a cup of water since really feeling up to it

And I also drink water in a water bottle I carry on me for hot weather in case I go walking somewhere!

9. Which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake?

I would have to pick cotton candy for this one, because despite me loving funnel cake and wanting to eat more of it one day, I only ever got to have one once back when I was around 16 when I lived with my bitch aunt at the time and was at the fair with her!

She wouldn't let me have my own funnel cake (since I wanted one with strawberries, but she didn't since she hated sweet things), so she got a sugar and cinnamon one she shared with me instead

(she also didn't get me my own at the time cuz I was around 200 pounds at the time due to taking Abilify at the time as well and kept blaming it on me ""eating too much"")

Also I just really love cotton candy as well, hehe!

10. Have you ever eaten a starfruit?

(inserted my own question for this, hee hee!)

I have not!

But it's on my top list of fruits to try in my life before I die, because it's yellow and I just always wanted to eat a fruit shaped like a star!

11. Bass or drums?

DEFINITELY DRUMS!!

I love bass, but drums are in general easier on my hands and I can actually pick up on it pretty quickly than I could bass

I've messed with them with a friend of my dad that also plays drums and plays bass and everyone thought I was pretty damn good (esp at keeping rhythm) even though I felt like I didn't really know what I was doing lol!

12. Favorite tv commercial?

Already has been answered!

13. Can we be friends?

We already are friends, Beetle my pal!! Of course we can be friends!

14. Do you admire the clouds and color of the sky?

I now have a question for you!

Can you feel my heart?

15. What’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

Already been answered!

16. A netflix series that’s your favorite?

It would definitely be Kotaro Lives Alone!! It's so heartbreaking and sad, yet so adorable and fun to watch! The characters are all absolutely wonderful and the plot is handled really well (plus the dub is pretty good too)!

17. An earliest obsession you remember?

Definitely animals and animation!!

They've been a huge part of my life ever since I can remember!

18. Do you play video games?

I do on occasions that Im able to have access to them, I used to play lots of video games when I was a child/teen back when I used to have quite a few consoles like the Wii, Xbox 360 and the original Xbox, the Nintendo 3DS, and the PS2

But now since my brother only has a PS4 with barely any games and gaming is now so expensive, I don't really play as many video games as I would like to!

19. Zombies or vampires?

Already been answered!

20. Have you listened to System of a Down?

(also inserted my own question for this here too)

YES!!! Back when I was 13-14, they were one of the bands I listened to the most, so this band has a big place in my heart!

I absolutely love BYOB, Sugar, Chopped Suey, and Hypnotize especially!

21. Your first celebrity crush?

It's really hard for me to tell if I even have celebrity crushes in the first cuz I mainly just crush on the character/s they're acting as if anything

But the closest to a celebrity crush I have is Ryan Reynolds (esp when he was in Van Wilder, holy cow)

He's both funny and he's hot af, he's still hotter than Chris Pratt will ever be!

22. Do you have a collection of cool rocks?

I do somewhat since I have a Royal Crown bag full of them that someone I knew gave to me, other than that I don't really collect rocks so I don't really have much on that topic!

23. Five words that describe you?

AAAAAAA THIS IS HARD AS HELL WHY????

Anyways, here's my best guesses I can pull outta my ass lol!

Ambivert

Easy Going

Misfit Toy

Compassionate (???)

Honest

24. What have you learned about yourself?

That I am very much DRASTICALLY different from how I was when I was 18/19

I definitely feel like I've matured a lot in a short period of time, which feels pretty odd to me ngl!

25. Can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?

I don't think I've ever actually tried doing this before, so I would have to try next time I have cherries lol!

26. Do you believe in aliens?

I do in fact believe in both aliens and the multiverse theory due to the entirety of space and the galaxy being WAY too big to have us and Earth be the only life in this, the odds just aren't plausible for us to be the only ones!

27. Books or films?

I LOVE both books and movies, but if I had to pick it would be movies since I consume those a lot more than books these days!

28. An unusual song that’s your favorite?

Shit Like That - Butthole Surfers

This song is one of Butthole Surfers' most bizarre and weird sounding songs that they have in their later catalog of work, but God is it a lotta fun!

29. The last thing you ate?

As of right now, I have been eating crackers with spicy honey mustard and hot honey with chilli as dipping since my dad had set a plate of them!

30. Do you have a favorite animator(s)?

(inserted my own question here as well)

Gosh, since I have WAYY TOO many animators to list off, I'll just give off a quick tip five!

Don Bluth

Milt Kahl

James Baxter

Ralph Bakski

Retta Scott

31. Have you gotten bit by a dog?

I have a couple of times in my lifetime, just never to the point of injury or anything that can be made into a big deal!

Mostly recently was over a year ago when I was visiting a friend of someone I knew and the person's pitbull had nipped me in the thigh due to not knowing me and being high strung

It only caused a small bruise that healed really quickly, so nothing to worry over!

32. Do you write better with a pen or a pencil?

Definitely a pencil since they come with erasers I can erase my spelling errors and mistakes with!

33. A song that gets stuck in your head?

Cardigan - Don Toliver

I just always really loved the overall vibe the song and the singer go for and it's just really catchy!

34. When you hear “ peace ” what do you think of?

The peace symbol/sign that basically translates to "hippie logo" ngl!

35. A school subject your good with?

English/Literature! They were pretty much always the best grades I've ever had in all my time in cool, getting As most the time!

I think I only had one B for one semester in high school in all that time!

36. How many alarms do you have set?

As of right now, none!

I only ever set an alarm if I need to go somewhere early or at a certain time, so not much need for alarms on a daily basis!

37. Do you shop at thrift stores?

Of course I do!!

In fact, a good chuck of my DVD collection and a Takashi Murakami flower hoodie I got for six bucks from Goodwills I've managed to go to with my mom!

38. What’s the meaning behind your url?

It is a portmanteau of two of my most favorite words/aesthetics: Rainbow and Psychedelic!

39. Is there wise words you live by?

There's actually quite a few I go by so it's really hard to pick, but here's one that comes to mind

I got it from the first episode of Human Resources (yes that spinoff show of Big Mouth shoot me), and it actually really does help me personally when I hear it for possible obstacles I may face in the future and it's this:

"You'll never be ready, but you have to fucking try"!

40. What’s your favorite fast food place?

(inserted my own question here too)

There's quite a few places, but nothing will ever top Carl's Jr for me when it comes to their burgers and fries, God they're the best!

Plus I actually miss the commercials they used to have with Jessica Simpson, they weren't afraid to have beautiful looking women eating delicious food and I kinda miss it since it makes me feel like they and yourself don't need to have the self confidence to have a beautiful body and to still eat the things you love!

41. You gotta have a favorite beatles song, what is it?

It would be a definite tie between Elenore Rigby and Norwegian Wood!

They're both beautiful sounding and well written songs that have their own unique vibes that make them both well known respectfully

Such as Elenore Rigby's dark, brooding, and gothic themes and sounds and Norwegian Wood's ethereal, nature themed, and hippie inspired vibes!

42. Earphones or a speaker?

DEFINITELY HEADPHONES BY A LONGSHOT!!

I want to keep what I'm watching/listening to to myself unless I feel like showing something to someone and I hate disturbing other people with whatever sounds are coming out of my phone

That's just rude!

43. What do you remember from your childhood?

I think I remember about,,,,,, 30%-40% of my childhood due to many many key factors and appointments such as autism-driven (is that the word??) childhood amnesia and much more

The most that I can remember are my years in elementary school and middle school (if you discount my teenage years from around 15-17) and it's all pretty scattered and comes to me randomly on random days piece by piece so it can take YEARS for me to properly recall past memories from my childhood!

44. Do you collect anything?

I have answered this question before on this post here!

45. Favorite tea?

I usually really love me my sweet/fruity teas like Constant Comment and berry flavored teas

But a current favorite of mine that I used to replace coffee is Morning Thunder Black Tea

Basically it's if they turned coffee into tea, its really good with sugar and creamer!

46. A christmas song you secretly like?

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas - Gayla Peevey

I know it's a super old, ridiculous, and silly song that's sung by a literal little girl!

But I think it has a cute charm to it and I have really good memories of it playing over the speakers at a Christmas Party that friends of my Dad's were throwing in the fire station in the super small highway-township when I was around 13 (plus that party had an amazing fondue and chocolate fountain courtesy of my Dad's friends who were throwing the party)!

47. Book stores or record stores?

Book stores since I actually have a book collection and I go to book stores on the occasions I'm able to find them!

Plus I've just been to book stores more so far since I've only ever been to one record store!

48. How weird were these questions?

These have actually been really fun and of substance, so I don't find them weird at all!

The only weird part is I've already answered questions on here before lolol XD

49. What scents do you like?

Mostly sweet smells (like cotton candy, birthday cake, marshmallows), fruity scents (strawberries, apples, berries), savory scents (fried foods like fried chicken, pizza, steak), herbal/ scents (sage, cloves, basil), "pungent" smells (garlic, onions, horseradish), and burning wood that smells like a BBQ going on!

And many, many, many more!

50. Is there a doctor in the house?

(last question inserted by me lol)

Nah, it's just me, Fozz, your favorite misfit toy!

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Thank you soso very very much for sending EVERY. SINGLE. ASK from this ask game Beetle (added a 50th one for ya since that was the actual amount)! It took a lot of time and effort, but I hope it was all worth it!

I hope you have a blast reading through this despite how long it is, have an amazing evening my good good amazing bestest friend!!

#🌈 fozz's posts #🌈 fozz chit chats #answered ask #ask games #🌈 beetle anon // anon tag

[dahliamalfoy97]

WHIPPED

|BILLY LOOMIS|

A/N: I swear I need to go to church. But Billy just brings out my darkest fantasies. So here’s another incredibly dirty smutty one shots with Billy Loomis. this is probably one of the dirtiest and kinkiest one shots I've ever written and if it's too much, I warn you now. I think this classified as BDSM, right? It's very hard core sex. But this is what I'd imagine sex with Billy to be like this. I mean he's a sadistic, psychotic guy, so I had to go all out for this one.

Synopsis: you get kidnapped by Billy Loomis.

Pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader

Word Count: 4.8K

WARNING!! : SMUT 18+!! Rough and dirty sex, bdsm? Choking, object use, degradation, mentions of killing. Very dark themes, please read at your own risk!

****

It was 7 pm, you are at home with your sister Sidney Prescott. Your dad had just left for another business trip leaving just the two of you alone.

You were cooking macaroni and cheese, Sidney was upstairs studying in her room.

You were had the tv on and you were watching Halloween. You loved horror movies and you got turned on by the gore and the serial killer chasing his victims. You knew it was messed up in the head but you couldn't help but like what you did. Sidney hated these movies, she couldn't understand your love for them. She thought you were crazy for how much of a kick you got out of someone stabbing someone.

You were definitely fucked up in the head. Ever since you were a little girl, you were always drawing these dark and gorey images. You don't know why you had such an interest in dark and scary things but you did. And it helped distract you from the real horrors in your life.

Kids loved to pick on you and bully you at school. Wherever you went there was always someone bringing hell to your life. But at home it was worse.  Your dad hated your existence because you weren't actually his. You were some unknown that your mother had brought home after one of her many affairs. You were a constant reminder of your mom's unfaithfulness, you didn't know who my father was because your mother would never tell. But your father would show you how much you weren't his. He would come home and beat you up whenever he could and Sidney. Sidney would just watch. She would never do anything to stop him and neither did your mom.

Over the years, you always wondered what it would be like if someone were to be kind to either take you out of existence and end your miserable life or if they could dispose of your family for you. For you hated them all.  So you turned to dark things- cigarettes, sex, dark art - whatever you could to save you from whatever hell you were in. Anything to cope with the pain.

You had heard there was a killer running around in Woodsboro, wearing a costume with a mask of a screaming ghost's face. Calling the victim's on the phone, taunting them and then chasing them around the house before killing them and then disappearing off into the night. No one knew who the ghostface was but you desperately wanted to find out. Perhaps they could end your horrible life.

"Yeah you get that bitch!" You yell at the tv watching the killer chase it's victim on the screen with a butcher knife in his hand.

Suddenly the phone rings.  Thinking it's your sister's boyfriend Billy, calling to talk to her, you decide to not answer. But then it continues to ring.

"Sid will you answer that phone please?"

Then the phone stops ringing. I hear running upstairs, and Sidney scream.

"Sidney,  what's going on?"

You grab the butcher's knife from the counter and head upstairs.

You stop when you see a figure at the top, it's wearing a black cloak and a familiar mask.

Your eyes widen in realization, "it's you!" You yell, "where's Sidney ? Is she dead ? Did you kill her?"

But the Ghostface doesn't speak it just takes a step towards you, with a knife in it's hand.

You point your knife in it's direction, "I have a knife too, bud and I'm not afraid of you! And if you've killed Sidney, I would love to thank you for it!"

It tilts it's head to the right and then to the left, then it takes a few steps towards me.

"You want to kill me?" You yell, "well come and get me first!"

You instantly turn around and run down the spiraling stairs, you hear the heavy footsteps and grunting of the killer behind you.You keep the knife close as you race down the steps. There's a plant at the bottom of the steps, you knock it down and the killer trips on it, falling to the ground .  You bolt  into the living room, you look behind you, making sure it's not behind you.  You  open the front door and run out the door. You immediately head towards the garage, hiding there because you didn't think the killer would think to look for you there.

You crouch low in the darkness behind the fridge listening for the footsteps. But all is silent for a moment.

Maybe Ghostface has given up? You think to yourself. You quietly stand up, making sure not to step on anything that would make a sound a give you away.

Looking to your left and looking to your right, you head towards the garage door, staying close to the wall and out of sight.

Then a phone rings. You curse silently when you realize it's your own.

You throw the phone at the ground stomping on it.

Then a pair of hands grab you from behind, and you squirm against the body of the killer. Who's pressing a knife to your throat. Oddly enough, you can't help but feel a little aroused in this situation. You could tell the killer was too, based on his hard on poking your ass.

"Oo, does this turn you on, Mr. Ghostface?" You say, pushing your hips back into his, you hear him let out a low moan. You still when You realize you've  heard that moan before. You smirk. "I know who you are, Mr. Ghostface."

You inhale his familiar woodsy scent, the scent you often smelled on Sidney.

But before you can voice out your answer, something hits you in the head and your vision turns black, knocking you unconscious.

—

"What a clever girl," the killer says to his friend, the other killer.

"Don't you even think about touching her, Stu, She's mine."

Stu cackles behind his mask, "don't worry, I won't touch your precious whore."

—-

When you wake up, your arms and legs  are tied behind a chair, a  chill rushes over you when you notice you've been stripped naked. The only thing you were wearing was your red lacy thong.

"Ahh look who's finally woken up," a familiar voice cooes, and you raise your head to look at the familiar face of Stu Macher. Next to him is Billy Loomis. Your sister's  boyfriend in a plain white T-shirt and jeans. Blood stains his shirt.

You can't help but be aroused at the sight.

You glance around and take notice that you're in a strange looking room, objects of all kinds hang on the wall- a variety of knives, chains, whips and other things you couldn't name. There was also a bed covered in black satin sheets. In one corner of the room there was a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. You instantly knew this was either a torture room or a play room. You couldn't help but shiver out a fear and curiosity.

"So I was right, you are the killer," you bite your lip when he smirks.

"Bet you didn't guess it was a team effort," Stu winks.

You roll your eyes, "well did you succeed? Did you kill Sidney ?"

Stu shakes his head, "not yet. She got away before we could stop her."

"So who's blood is on your shirt?"you ask nodding towards Billy who's been silent this whole time. His almost black eyes staring you deeply you thought he could see into your soul.

"It's your father's."

Your eyebrows raise, "he's dead?"

"He sure is, sweetheart," Billy finally says, he takes his hand that's covered in blood, and sucks on his fingers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight. His grin only widens.

"Well thank goodness for that, " you say, "it's a shame you didn't let me watch. I would have loved to have seen him gutted like a fish. I could have helped even."

"You're happy we killed your father?" Billy asks, a little surprised.

"You have no idea, how happy you've made me. That fuck rag ruined my life."

"Well that's new, usually the victims are screaming at us, and asking us why we would kill anyone," Stu replies.

"So are you going to kill me?" You ask.

"Nah, that'd be a waste of a gorgeous body," Billy says. "And I wouldn't be able to do what I've been wanting to do for a long time."

You try to press your thighs together, but you forget you're tied up, and legs are spread apart. It would be impossible to close them. You whine because you knew how soaked you are in the moment.

"What is it you want with me?" You ask.

"It's simple really," Billy says. "I'll keep you alive if you let me use your body for my own personal pleasure. And you'll belong to me forever. "

You give him a seductive smile, "well then, what are you waiting for?"

"Stu, why don't you go and finish cleaning yourself up?" Billy tells his friend, but it's rely an order more than a request.

"What I can't join in on the fun?" Stu whines,

"I told you, she's mine only," Billy snaps. "You even think about touching her and I'll kill you. I don't care if your my best friend. I will easily replace you with her as my partner. So please leave."

You can't help but grin at how hot he is being so demanding.

With another huff, and a grumble, Stu leaves the room.

Billy stalks towards you, "I knew you were fucked up like me. I know about the drawings. Sidney always told me about your love for gore - always saying you needed help. But I always liked that about you."

" I didn't realize you'd notice or cared."

"Sweetheart, you're the only one I care about."

"What about Sidney?"

He scowls, "what about her? She's just a means to an end. I'm just warming up to her so i can kill her later."

"And why do you want to kill Sidney?"

"Because her bitch of a mother ruined my life."

You nod, "she likes to do that. Did you kill her?"

Billy looks at me for a moment before shaking his head, "no. Someone else did. But it gave me the motivation to go after Sidney and ruin everything that was important to Maureen."

"Shame, I think I would have liked you even more for that," you confess boldly.

"You really hate your family that much ?"

"More than anything. You wanna know something? I'm only Sidney's half sister, because of Maureen's whoring around," you lips curl in disgust. Billy comes and sits in between your legs, looking at you intently as you speak, his face dangerously close to sex.

"She seemed to have a habit of fucking up people's lives," Billy has a thoughtful look on his face - his eyebrows are knitted together, and stares at you with understanding.

"Well I don't even know who my real father is-no one would ever tell me. The only reason I knew I didn't belong in that family is because of how everyone treated me."

"The scars and bruises on your back?" Billy asks.

"Those are from my 'father," you hiss, anger consuming your as it always did when it came to you father. "And you wanna know the worst part? No one did anything to stop him. Not Maureen, not Sidney. They all just let him fucking abuse me over and over."

" I hate your family," Billy seethes, "I'm sorry you got stuck with them for so long."

"Honestly, I thank you for what you're doing, you're finally freeing me from this hell I've been stuck in my whole life and you don't even know."

He leans up taking your face in his, he presses his lips to yours. Earning  a gasp from you, at the feel of his lips on yours. He pulls away leaving you breathless.

"From here on out, I vow that I will destroy all those that have ruined your life. You deserve the sweet taste of justice."

"Why do you want to help so much?"

"Well I may be pretending to date Sidney, I've always wanted you. From the moment we met, there's always seemed to be this connection between us. And at night, it's not Sidney I dream of fucking, it's you. You're the one I've always craved - the one that always makes me so incredibly hard and starving with desire to make you mine in every way I can have you."

"I thought it was only  me that  felt this way,"

You say in shock.  "I too, have wanted you, I always hated that Sidney got you first."

"She didn't get all of me first," he says, "you're about to have me in ways that she never wanted me in."

"well then show me all you have to give me, Billy."

He flashes a wicked grin. He quickly unties my legs and then proceeds to go behind you and untie your arms. But as quickly as you stand up, he pulls the chair of the way and pushes you down on the floor, forcing you on your knees. Then he binds your hands behind your back.

He quickly strips out of his clothes, your mouth waters at the sight of his cock. So massive and hard you knew it was going to split you into.

"I want you to crawl over here and suck me off," he commands, stroking his cock and you clench your thighs together.  "Get over here now, slut."

Slowly you crawl to where you're kneeling before Billy, his cock at eye level, making you even wetter for he was even more bigger io close.

You stick out your tongue and give a subtle lick on his tip, he immediately groans, his eyes darken as he looks down at me. You slowly circle his tip and suck at it before licking a stripe along the base of his length. You make sure you coat his length entirely in your saliva, making sure to taste the precum that's leaking from his slit.

"Alright enough teasing," he growls before thrusting into your mouth, causing you to choke a little. You let your jaw slacken so you can take him in deeper as he harshly fucks your mouth. Then he pulls out, and slaps your face with his dick before shoving it back it. He laces his fingers in your hair, and pushes your head down further, forcing you to take his full size. Tears stream down your face the harder he abuses your mouth, the tip hitting the neck of your throat repeatedly. And you loved it. You loved how rough he was being with you.

"That's it, take all of me! Take all of my cock like the good cock slut you are!" His grunts become more labored and his thrusts sloppier. You know he's close.

You gag around his dick the vibrations have him roaring as he shoots in your mouth, filling every nook and cranny of your mouth with his cum, the saltiness coating your tongue and you swallow every drop.

He grins with pride, "good girl."

He lifts me up and kisses you hard on the mouth, when he forces his tongue into your mouth you let out a moan. He bites your lower lip drawing blood. He scoops you up and carries you like a koala mama bear, your front wrapped around his middle, not breaking your kiss. You grind your hips into his, the only thing separating him from being completely inside of you was the sheer barrier of your panties, but other than that you could feel his tip teasing your folds.

Completely under his spell you don't notice him chaining your wrists until you pull apart and feel the cold metal chains digging into your wrists.

"Look at you all chained up for me, already looking fucked out, I can't wait to be inside of you and fuck you up even more."

You're splayed on this table, with your arms stretched out in front of you. Your stomach is being held up by a wedge, your ass is pushed up, while your head is lower than your ass. Your legs are behind you held down my leather cuffs.

This had to be the twisted, erotic position you've ever been in. Completely immobile and at the mercy of Billy Loomis. You were dripping.

"Fuck you look so pretty like this," he moans. "If I could leave you here and paint you like this, I would, that way I can have this picture in my mind forever."

You hear him walking away from you, grabbing something from the wall.

He walks in front of you, so you can see what he has. A blindfold and a whip. Your eyes widen. For this was new.

"Are you scared yet, little girl? Because I am going to paint you all sorts of colors with this whip."

"I'm not scared of anything," you smile wickedly, "bring it on, Mr. Ghostface."

He laughs, "I am going to have so much fun with you. I'm not going to go easy on you. So if you have a safe word, you're going to need it because I'm not going to be able to hold back."

"Then don't, Daddy."

He stills, something in his eyes shift. A switch going off in his head, every sliver of sanity and humanity disappears into pits of black, unnerving lust.

"Daddy's going to fuck your pretty little body up. You ready?"

"Please," you beg, "do whatever you want to me."

Darkness clouds your vision as the blindfold is placed over you eyes. Taking away your sense of sight. Everything is still as you focus on the sounds around you, the sound of footsteps going behind you.

You feel your panties being ripped off of you, he teases your folds with the tip of his fingers

"You are so wet. Dripping like a desperate little whore."

A sharp crack is heard, followed by a sharp sting on your skin, causing you to cry out.

CRACK!!

"Oh fuck!"

Another strike, the stinging sensation causing you to shiver in pleasure.

"This body is a work of art, and it looks even more exquisite when I paint it red."

CRACK!

CRACK.

He continues this pattern of pausing and then striking your sore ass when you don't expect it. Then again, you never imagined him being as rough as he was. And it turned you on. Him, continuing to break you over and over again, had you in a incoherent mess of cries and moans. For pleasure was too much, but you didn't want him to stop.

"Such good girl for me," he praises, and it sends you over the edge, causing your first orgasm to course through you. "Eh eh, did I say you could cum? I never gave you permission.

He whips you again, causing you to cry out.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy, it just feels so good."

"You like that? Hmm? You like me whipping you like the filthy whore you are?"

"Yes, yes. I love it so much."

"I knew you were a pain slut. You love the pain don't you?"

"I do! I do!"

He just laughs. You hear him dropping something, you assume it's the whip.

Then he's behind you again, his hands caress your sore flesh, causing you to his. You feel his tip poking your entrance. Then he's sheathing himself into your tight walls, in one quick thrust. Not giving you anytime to adjust before he's pounding into you. Every inch of his cock splitting you open.

"Yes!" He grunts, "that's it! Take my cock, take Daddy's cock like the good little girl you are. Holy shit, you are so tight.

He removes your blindfold, your vision is all splotchy. Blurry as he fucks into you at an inhuman speed.

"Fuck, that feels so good!"' You cry out. "Please don't stop."

Then it's just the sounds of sex filling the room. From the slap of skin on skin to the chorus of moans and groans. The scene sinful and dirty as it could possibly get. But neither of you gave a fuck, because you were both lost in the ecstasy of each other. Billy was consumed by how perfect you felt around him. How so easily you had submitted to his dark, sadistic ways of desire. And you were overwhelmed with the way he destroyed your body over and over again. You were so taut and all your movements were controlled and restrained and you were overwhelmed with how powerless you felt.

He was a sadistic bastard and you were loving every moment of it. Nothing felt better than him pounding into you relentlessly.

"You're doing so well for me," he praises. "Such a good girl for me. Baby, you feel phenomenal around me."

You keen at the sweet words. But his actions are the opposite. His thrusts unforgiving and merciless. He was fûcking you so hard that it felt like the table was going to break, with how loudly it was creaking.

He wraps his hands around your throat, choking slightly, as he hits your sweet spot, repeatedly. The intense pressure was enough to push you over the edge and you were clenching around him again.

"Since you've been such a good girl, I'll let you cum this time."

His hips begin to stutter. He spanks your ass, and it's enough to have your orgasm racking through your body, you feel it taking over every fiber of your being as you unleash yourself onto him. He follows suit not longer after, filling you up to the brim with his hot cum.

"FUCK!" He shouts. "Look at the way your pussy looks with my cum.

He quickly unties me from the table, you try to stand up, but your legs are weak and you fall to the floor, but not before he catches you. Carrying you to the bed. He lays you down.

You think he's about to collapse next to you to let you both catch your breath, but he gives you no time to recover as he places his head between your thighs. He grins up at you.

"Your pussy is so pretty. It looks so abused after I fucked it open. But I'm not near finished with you yet. The fun has just begun.

Then he's dipping down, wasting no time as he plunges his tongue into your folds and begins to eat you out. He immediately has you squirming as he devours you. Sucking on your clit, and swirling his tongue in circular patterns. Your hands wrap in his soft golden brown strands, pushing him into you. You grind your hips on his face. He growls.

"You taste like Heaven, Angel," is all he says before resuming his attack. Not having fully been recovered from your previous high, you're overly sensitive. Your vision turns white as you reach your highest peak of pleasure once more. The pleasure of his tongue on your pussy has kicked you into overdrive and it's not long before you feel yourself wanting to cum again, the stimulation too much.

"Daddy-" you choke out in between tears of pleasure. " I'm going to cum!"

"Go ahead, cum all over my face."

And you do.

You feel so spent.

But you still want more.

Before he can resume control. You hook your legs around his middle and flip the two of fog over so that he's on the bottom and you're on top.

He laughs at your sudden attempt of dominating him, "what you want more of this cock? You haven't had enough yet?"

"Not even close. Loomis. It's my turn to take charge."

He just laughs "you have strength to do that? Did I not fuck your well enough?"

"I am not as fragile as you think," you snap.

You lift your hips up, aligning his tip at your entrance before guiding it into your wet channel, sinking all the way down on his shaft, until he's all the way in, you both groan at the feeling of being full.

You swirl your hips round, teasing him a little, before lifting your hips up slightly before slamming back down onto his length again. His cock filling you up in a new way, you marveled in the feeling.

Then you're bouncing up and down on his length, fûcking yourself on him in a desperate manner. You lean forward and kiss him, not breaking your rhythm. You repeat his precious actions, and wrap your hands around his throat, grinning widely at the way his eyes roll back into his head when you squeeze slightly. Causing him to thrust up into you.

"How does it feel to be under someone else's control, Mr. Ghostface?"

"You're only controlling me, because I'm letting you, sweetheart. But you know how well I can flip this around and dominate this little body of yours. Because that's how easy I control you."

With that, he's thrusting up into you, pushing you down against chest, he fucks up into you. You cry into his shoulder as he shows you no mercy.

"Oh my god," you mumble, "just like that, yes. You feel so good, Daddy."

"Yeah, you like how I fuck you? Does Daddy's cock feel good?"

You mutter a yes.

Then he's flipping you over again, so that you're trapped underneath him again. He strings up your legs over his shoulders, changing the angle so that he can drive into your pussy even deeper, reaching new spots, you could feel him all the way in your stomach.

Your breathing becomes more erratic as he drives into you harder and faster than before. You can feel yourself starting to fade out, the pleasure becoming too much, once more. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness. You could see stars.

He slaps your face, "keep your eyes open, sweetheart."

You scratch his back, and he bites into your shoulder, drawing blood. Causing you to arch into him, and let out a piercing scream.

"Billy, Billy, Billy." You mumble repeatedly. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum with me," he says, leaning down captures mouth again. "Make a mess all over my cock, pretty girl."

Soon you're cumming together, once you guys have both come down from your high. Billy pulls out and you both collapse on the bed.

Everything is silent for a moment.

"So Mr. Ghostface," you say, shifting onto tour side facing him, staring into his dark eyes. "Are you going to kill me?"

He smiles softly, brushing a strand out of your face, "nah. I want to keep you around, besides I want your help on killing your sister."

"Won't that be such a devastating revelation for her," you grin wickedly, "can we fuck in front of her before we do so?"

Billy pulls you to his chest, "I'll definitely take that into consideration. It'd be worth seeing her reaction."

Suddenly a loud knock comes from the door.

"Are you guys done fucking yet? I don't want to listen to that anymore!" Stu yells from the door. " i need my sleep around here and it's hard to do when you guys are fucking like animals next door!"

"Oh fuck off Stu," Billy yells.

"You're just jealous you didn't get to join!" You holler, causing you and Billy to snicker.

"Whatever, don't be surprised if i slit your throats open in your sleep!" He threatens.

"Like you could get past the two of us," you say.

"No one comes between me and my girl," Billy says. "Now go get some sleep you cranky old man!"

You hear Stu grumbling before walking away, "fucking animals."

Then it's quiet again, before you and Billy burst into laughter.

"I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow," you say, looking at Billy. "I think you broke every bone in my body."

"Well, then that means you can't escape darling, and I don't plan on letting you go any time soon."

"Well it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere then," you say, pecking him on the lips.

"I'd kill you first," he says, all too seriously, you both interrupt into fits of laughter once more."

"I mean there are worse ways to die, then to die by the hands of my own personal killer."

"That there are, darling."

You wrap your arms around his chest and cling to him like a koala, you feel your eyes drifting shut from your wild activities. You knew your body would be paying for it tomorrow. But you didn't care. In fact, you wanted to have more moments like this with Billy. You wanted to be his forever.

"I love you, Billy."

He lets out a soft chuckle, "I love you, too."

—

END

#billy loomis smut #scream #ghostface #billy loomis #slashers

[athenamikaelson]

So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tiktok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to reader and when they see someone being rude towards reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader

Request- So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tik tok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for a reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to the reader and when they see someone being rude towards the reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Warnings- Swearing, Dean and Sam being helpless dorks, An ass named Alec, assault

Word Count- 1877

“Well that should do it Earl.” Rinsing off the last of the grime on Earl Danberry’s grave I start to pack up my grave cleaning kit. A lot of the people in town think I’m weird for cleaning the graves but I really don’t care. Just because these people don’t see a reason doesn’t mean I don’t. One day when I pass and get a gravestone of my own, I hope somebody will do for me what I’m doing now. And I just find it nice to clean them for the souls of the people that inhabit them. 

Packing up the rest of my supplies I start to walk to my car as I feel a cold chill brush against me.

“Thanks again kid.” Earl looks at the girl. Patting her on the shoulder. 

“Earl you do know she can’t hear you right?” Another ghost says behind him from a group of ghosts who come to visit you whenever you come to clean another grave.

“I know but the kids good. She deserves a little thanks. Even if she doesn’t hear it.” A few sounds of agreement come from the group. 

“Ya she is.”

As I’m placing the last of my stuff into the trunk I feel a presence behind me. Whipping around I come face to face with the gravedigger Alec. His stench of B.O and the dirty wife beater he’s wearing are the first things I notice. The second is the grim smirk on his face. It would’ve made me possibly less uncomfortable if there was anyone around us and the sun wasn’t fading but because she things weren’t a chill runs down my spine, but not from the cold.

“Heya darling, cleanen them stupid graves again I see?” Alec’s gruff voice comes out as if he just smoked 2 packs of cigarettes before talking to me. 

“Well I don’t think they’re stupid. They represent these people’s past lives. I would think someone who works here would understand that.” He takes a step closer which instantly makes me step back, hitting the edge of the trunk.

Little do you know the spirits were standing off the the side watching the whole encounter.

“He better not try anything.”

“I’ve always hated him.”

“I’m dead and still have better manners than that ass.”

“If he touches Y/N he’ll regret it.”

“Agreed.”

The spirits all agree as they watch the encounter.

“Well surgah I only do this for the check. Mans got to make a living somehow.” His eyes roam up and down my body as I try to make as much space between us.

“Um, ya sure. Well sorry sir but I really have got to get going, cat to feed and all.” As I’m turning around I feel his hand grab my wrist tightly and pull me towards him. Only now able to smell the wrecking smell of alcohol coming from him. 

 “Not so fast sweetheart. We’re having a nice little chat, no reason to be a bitch and leave now.” I try to pull away but he grabs my hair with his other hand and brings my to him. 

I quickly think and bring my knee up to the place no man wants to get hit and quickly run to my car to get in and lock it once I’m inside. Alec comes up to my window and starts pounding his fists on it slurring out swears as I quickly slam on the gas and leave.

The fuming group of spirits all came to an unsaid agreement. He wasn’t going to get away with that. 

“Let’s get to work.”

Sam’s POV

“So Mr. Benjamin,” looking over to the gravedigger who clearly looks like he needs to take a shower, “can you please tell us what happened?”

The gravedigger looks at Dean and I as if he has someplace better to be. 

“I already told the other cops.”

I was about to open my mouth, but was interrupted by Dean. 

“Well Alec, we’re not the other cops are we?” Den raises a brow at the man who looks at Dean in disgust before rolling his eyes and muttering a “fine”.

“Well I was just at home by myself, which isn’t a usual thing you know,” Dean raises another brow at the guy, already annoyed, “and all of a sudden my cabinets are being flung open and all my dishes are being thrown on the ground, chairs and moving by themselves and then it all stopped.”

“Is that all?” I ask him which earns a look as if I’m the crazy one.

“No.” He lifts the edge of his shirt where the scar of a knife wound is evident. 

“After it stopped a knife just flew up to me, stopped mid-air and threw itself into my side!”

Dean and I share a glance. 

“Do you have any idea who would do this to you? Any enemies in town?” Alec looked down at his feet for a moment as if deciding if he wanted to speak.

 “Mr. Benjamin, anything helps.” 

“Fine. This girl who comes and cleans the graves every now and then  and I got into a disagreement the very day it happened. She’s a witch I tell you. A freak. Who comes in their freetime to clean old dusty graves?!”

“Wait she cleans them just because?”

“What was the argument about?” Dean and I question at the same time. Mine the ladder. 

“Yes she does. And um,” he stops and thinks about his next answer which alerts a red flag to me, “She’s just crazy you know?”

“Ok, can you give us her name please?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”

Dean’s POV

Walking up to the house of the Y/L/N girl I look over to Sam.

“Witch?” A confused look crosses both our faces because of the exterior of the house, bright and full of life and color. Not something most witches would live in. 

“Let’s just talk to her first and then decide what to do.”

I walk up to the door and knock expecting an old bag to open the door but am surprised when my eyes meet a youthful Y/E/C.

A look of question in them as I can’t seem to form a question as I stare down at her and take in everything about her. Her Y/H/C that he’d love to run his hands through and your luscious red lips that he couldn’t help but imagine them on- 

“I’m sorry, um could I help you gentlemen?” 

Sam’s POV

A melodic voice enters my ears as I peer to Dean who looks like he’s lost in thought, just staring at the poor girl.

“Yes. Ms. Y/L/N?” The girl sends me an award winning smile that almost makes my knees give out. I can see why Dean can’t speak. But one of us has to.

“Yes we’re with the FBI,” I flash my fake badge and wait for Dean to show his and when I notice he’s still looking at the girl in awe I hit him with my elbow knocking him back into reality.

He quickly straightens up, showing his badge.  

A look of confusion and fear passes the girl's features and at that moment I just want to assure her everything will be ok. Oh shit. Witch Right. 

“Is something wrong? Is someone hurt? Oh, please come in.” She moves out of the way and we make our way to her living room as she leads us. 

“Do you both want anything to drink?” She sends a warm but weary smile our way.

I was about to object, as she might be a witch and all but am quickly interrupted by Dean agreeing quickly. 

As she gets up I send a glare to him which only earns my a sly smile and shrug.

Your POV

After handing the FBI men their teas I quickly sit in my seat putting my hands underneath my legs to keep them from shaking in nervousness at the men,

“What happened?” I ask the taller handsome one. The shorter handsome one has barely said 2 words so I thought I’d have a better chance of getting a response from the tall one. 

“Well a Mr. Alec Benjamin was attacked the other day and he had said that you both had gotten into an argument. We are here to follow up on that. Can you tell us what it was about?” I quickly shift in my seat uncomfortable with the question.

I take a deep breath before I try my best to answer the question. 

“I had just finished cleaning one of the graves when ALec had stopped me by my car. He started talking to me oddly and I smelt the alcohol on him which made me uncomfortable so I tried to walk away but he grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I hit him and I loosen his hold enough for me to get to my car and drive off. I haven’t seen him since.” I let out a shaky breath before leaning back in my seat avoiding the men’s gazes.

Dean’s POV

Oh I’m going to beat the shit out of that motherfuc-

Sam’s POV

I can feel my hand grip tightly onto the side of the chair. That ass should be thankful I didn’t know this when I saw him or I would’ve-

“Is there anything else?” Her small voice makes me relax somehow.

“Um, did you notice anything weird beforehand? Cold spots, static, sulfur?” A look of confusion crosses her face before she bites her lips. Instantly drawing my attention. Please don’t be a witch.

“Sometimes when I’m there I feel coldspots, before I was leaving I felt one. But I hadn’t thought anything of it. Why?”

I send her a small smile. Understanding now what must’ve happened.

“Nothing for you to worry about. I think that’s all the questions we have for today. Thank you for your time.” As we get up I see Dean hand her a piece of paper. 

“Please call me if you ever have any questions.” He sends her a smirk which hides the gleeful look in his eyes. 

“Of course.” She brings us to the door and waves us goodbye as we leave. As soon as she shuts the door I hit Dean in the stomach. 

“Did you just give her your number?”

“Don’t act like you don’t act like you didn’t have the same idea.”

We make it to the hotel room and once I open the door Dean and I stare in disbelief.

The place looks like it just got robbed, sheets thrown everywhere glasses broken. But nothing is missing.

“What the hell happened!” Dean’s gruff voice yells. The same question runs through my head before a chill washes over the room.

“Stay away from Y/N!” Voices boom through the room and Dean and I turn around to face a group of ghosts glaring at us. I’m about to grab a rock salt gun, but when I turn around they’re already gone.

“Please tell me she doesn’t have a bunch of angry spirits as her fairy godmother’s?” I look over to Dean before a small smirk crosses his face.

“That’s cool as fuck.”

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[punkbxt]

I saw the first green spock = antisemantic years ago in 2015?

Anyway I'm still partial to green blush but I have since seen Hulk spock and read a lot on how that's antisemantic. Also it makes a lot of my Jewish followers uncomfortable so - green spock antisemantic. I agree.

And I didn't see green spock for years - and I'm CRAZY obsesive. Since 2014 every since day I have scrolled the spock tag every single day for new content of my boy(hey! Hey this is important to wat I'm saying dont come at me I have plenty of other hobbies, it's just 5-20 minutes. Some folks read news, I look at spock)

Anyway after that thing bubbled up I didn't see green spock for ages.

Then I did late 2020 I rember that day, cold chilly the art was good. But he was green and I don't reblog green spocko for my fam.

So I leave a comment

Hi I love ur art its very good. But did you know 'drawing spock green' is 'antisemantic' because of 'quoted reasons.

Anyway love it but I can't reblog it.

At this point I was msging someone new. I considered hey I haven't seen any discourse posts recently, maybe they're new here and arent aware and this is an innocent honest mistake.

Little did I know....

They knew, and they, and their entire fanbase was F uRiOus.

My inbox, my tags were being picked up and beaten.

'what is this 2015!?!? I know u rude ass bitch and I dont listen to that shit' or something along those lines. As well as my comment screenshot and posted.

So to start with I was like?! Oh was this discourse wrong and I missed out on a important update? But after a little investigation I discovered this wasn't so.

The op was simply evil. Not because of the racist art alone. For if they had simply said 'I know I drew this in?? And I didn't want to delete' I would have been more understanding - although I maybe would have suggested editing the work and adding a message. Like 'I spent 8000 hours on this I don't want to delete but green spock is racist please don't draw him like this'

But no. No instead I was bombarded with nasty comments from op - and hate anons from people-I wasn't even talking to??? Like mind yo damn buissness -

I litterally felt like I'd gone on a famous YouTubers pages dissed them, and then that famous YouTuber had sent a horde of sweaty, stinky fan baby freaks to me to bully me. Like? Was I wrong? Anyway I no longer give a heads up to artists drawing green spock I get hate. - I GET HATE.

I've never sent hate and I'm real sorry u did gate I can't even imagine the stressxxx

Anyway I think if peope see a comment worded:

Op Did you know "thing" is "racist/sexist/ect" because of "loose quote/ or place to find information"

Then other folks the comment isn't directly addressing should mind their own buissness. Also if anyone wants to use that as a template message go ahead.

Anyway. The green spocks are on the rise. And I dare not slip into their anons, which thus is creating more green spocks.

Who will Kindly let these people know? Perhaps by even using said template... I feel the wrinkles coming on, time is calling me, and stress has me lined in the execution block. I can no longer carry on my polite msgs, for not all who draw allow anons. Will anyone ever keep my work up for me when I am gone? How could they when I still breathe and do not. It is but a weary, polite, kind notification to give.

#long post #spock #s'chn t'gai spock

[verus-veritas]

Antonio

A very well-written story by “Collan” on Male Transformation Blogspot. He really knows how to draw you in. /Verus

"Give those back!" shouted a whiny, boyish voice. "You can't do this! It isn't fair! You have no right!"

The early morning sun felt warm and soothing on my bare torso as I stood by the side of the path near the old wooden picnic tables at the far edge of the park. My right arm was raised in the air, holding a small device and a pair of glasses in my hand, well out of reach of the much smaller boy who had shouted at me. We were both seniors in high school, but he looked years younger than I did, and even though I was already naturally tall, he was so short that I towered over him by almost a foot.

"Give what back, Georgie? These?" I asked nonchalantly with a false expression of concern on my face. I reached up with my left hand to pluck the glasses from my right and examined them briefly with a look of mild pity. "Shame you're so terribly blind without these. I suppose it would be too cruel to leave you here without them. Here you go." I said, and with an expert flick of the wrist tossed them far over his head to land in the still-wet grass behind him.

I took a moment to marvel at the dexterity in my left hand as I watched Georgie track the arc of his glasses to see where they landed. His short, pudgy body scuttled across the grass to retrieve them, and he dried them off with the hem of his overlarge t-shirt before putting them back on and then turning to glare at me in fury.

"You fucking bastard! You ‘know’ what I mean! That's ‘my’ body! Give it back, or I'll..."

"Or you'll what?" I interrupted, with a tone of quiet condescension in my newly low baritone. "What will you do, Georgie?"

"Stop calling me that! ‘I'm’ Antonio, you little faggot!" The anger on his face looked oddly out of place on his rounded features. The expression just didn't work on him.

"Little faggot?" I asked him dangerously as I felt a surge of anger rush through me. In the immediacy of the moment, I hadn't really allowed myself yet to settle into his mind, and the emotion caught me off guard. Damn, but this boy had anger issues, and testosterone to spare to fuel it. It almost overwhelmed me for a moment, but I managed to rein it in.

Still keeping the device out of his reach, I moved towards him with a little bit of a strut and an evil grin playing about my lips. I loved the way this body language felt so natural already. God, I wished I could see myself from the outside right now. I was probably sexy as fuck. Oh well, I had plenty of time for that later. I needed to stay focused on playing out this inevitable little drama and get it over with.

"You might want to calm down a little, Georgie. You're starting to make a scene. You sound a little crazy there. ‘I'm’ Antonio and ‘you're’ Georgie. ‘I'm’ the tall, sexy Italian stud and ‘you're’ the fat little nerd. Just look at yourself-" I said with a note of disgust. "How could anyone confuse ‘that’ with ‘this’?"

I deliberately teased him and pretended to give him the opening I knew he'd be looking for, lowering my arm and using the hand that held the device to gesture first to him, then to me. Right on cue, he made an attempt to try and grab for the device, but my reflexes were far too fast for him, and I whipped it instantly out of reach again. I knew he could never match me physically, since of course I knew his body's capabilities, or the lack thereof really, far too well. It was truly a miracle I'd managed to pull this off at all, but the reward was definitely all the pain and suffering that had led up to it. I realized I was starting to drift mentally again and brought myself back to the moment.

"Ah, ah, ah." I said and wagged my finger at him as if scolding a small child. "No grabbing for things that aren't yours or you'll have to go in time out!"

He shook his head as if to clear it and pressed his palms to his temples in frustration. "God, this is some kind of nightmare! It has to be!"

The opening was too good to pass up and I took it. "Yes, Georgie, it ‘is’ a nightmare, and I'm guessing it's just going to get worse for you."

"How? How can it get worse?" he almost whimpered, as unbidden and unwanted tears started to fill his eyes. God, I was so glad I had left that uncontrollable urge to cry behind! It was time to take the gloves off, push all his buttons, and make him start to see the agony that I had endured at his hands.

"Because," I replied, lowering my voice further so there was no chance of accidentally being overheard, "I can see that what is starting to happen to me is starting to happen to you too."

"But what do you mean? None of this makes any sense!" he cried, sitting back down at the picnic table and burying his face in his arms.

"It will soon. Very soon now," I said. "You'll know it all shortly, so it's time to drop the pretense."

That caught his attention. He lifted his tear-stained face to look at me, and I almost laughed as he realized his crying had smudged his glasses again, and he had to take them off, clean them, then put them back on again to see me clearly.

"What I mean is this. Thanks to this little device here," and I brandished it briefly as I continued, "I jumped my consciousness into you, and because we were both touching it when I pushed the button, you've retained your own consciousness and are aware of the switch. And let me tell you, setting this up and pulling it off was a total bitch. Letting you torment me every Saturday morning for weeks so that when the time came, you wouldn't think it was strange that I was sitting here waiting for you. Practicing maneuvering myself so that I could click this little button while we were both touching the device at the same time. With your size, strength, and speed against mine it could have gone wrong at any moment, but it didn't, thank god."

He was looking at me incredulously, his mouth hanging open, but no words came out of his mouth.

"I could have just taken you over from a distance," I went on, "and you would have turned into Georgie with no memory of ever having been Antonio. But I couldn't have that. You ‘had’ to know. You ‘have’ to know! To fully ‘know’ the suffering I've endured for years because of you! And you will!" My temper had risen again, stronger this time, and I was startled by the sudden violent urge I had to lash out and hit. Something, anything, him! This ‘thing’ in front of me that had made my life a misery for so long!

"But it's not possible!" he protested.

His statement surprised a bark of laughter out of me and broke through the growing anger. I shook my head in amazement. "How can you say that when you're sitting there in that pathetic body? Really ‘look’ at yourself, well, your ‘new’ self." I chuckled, but then grew serious. I began to direct him verbally, knowing from his crying moments before that his new emotions were beginning to take hold of him and an urge, a hunger, to obey me, to be dominated by me, his fantasy man, was lurking just under the surface.

"Look at your small, plump hands," I told him. "Look at your pale, pale skin. Feel the limp, thin hair on your head. Feel the paunch at your belly. Look... Feel... Touch... Touch your bicep and flex it. Not much there to flex, is there? Now how can you say this isn't possible?" My voice had fallen into an almost mesmeric cadence that I wasn't aware I was capable of. A vaguely erotic thrill rose in me at the thought of the control I was wielding, as I watched my nemesis examine my former body, following every direction I gave him almost without thought.

When I finished, he hugged his arms to his body tightly and started to tremble as if it were the dead of winter instead of a beautiful late spring day. I suddenly realized what was coming and jumped back in time, noticing in passing how much farther back I had jumped than I had expected to and how easy it had been. He turned towards me and vomited, heaving violently into the grass where I had just been standing. I waited while he emptied the contents of his stomach out onto the ground in front of him.

"What's happening to me? I feel like I'm losing all control of myself. Why are you doing this?" he asked hoarsely while he continued to cough and spit to clear his mouth as his sickness subsided.

I started walking towards the next table over, and I knew he would follow. It was as much to get away from the puddle of puke in the grass as to give him the opportunity to rinse his mouth out at the nearby water fountain. I wanted him paying attention to me, not the foul taste in his mouth.

I pointed him to the fountain, then continued. "What's happening to you is that you're in my body just as I'm in yours. I didn't expect you to blow chunks like that, but I guess if I had gone from this to that with no warning, I'd be pretty repulsed too. Plus I'm sure the pile of greasy sausages I ate for breakfast didn't help. I do love the taste, but they always do a number on my stomach. Well, ‘your’ stomach now. A little welcome gift from me to you." I snickered, and he glared again as he finished rinsing his mouth out at the fountain.

"You're also starting to feel my mind, just like I'm starting to feel yours. The emotions are beginning to make themselves known, and the memories will start filtering in after that. As the integration accelerates, you'll start living on my autopilot essentially. You'll still be aware of having been Antonio, but your speech patterns, your body language, your emotional reactions, your wants and loves and hates and fears will all be Georgie. ‘You’ will be Georgie. You ‘are’ Georgie. That's what's happening to you. And ‘I’... ‘I’ will be Antonio.”

Source: “Caption This!” 14/06/2014

#bodyswap #bully #revenge #racial #maletransformationblog

[etlunainmorte]

🎸 Saved By The Siren 🎸

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~ A Nero X Reader set in an Alternate Universe.

~ This is dedicated to one of my friends, @shadowrosess , who loves Nero, and to you, Nero fans! I hope you like this.

~ Enjoy!

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"I QUIT!" The band's lead vocalist raged as she slammed the door closed on the way out, startling the other contestants.

"YEAH! FUCK YOU!" The band's lead guitar screamed back, making the other people shook their heads.

But, who could really blame him? Nero and Lady just couldn't get along well from the start.

"YA MESSED UP BIG TIME, PSYCHO!" Nico, the band's bassist shrieked hysterically at him as she pointed her cigar stick at him.

"WHO NEEDS A VOCALIST LIKE THAT, ANYWAY? SHE JUST STRUTS ON THE STAGE AND SHOW OFF!"

"Guys, we really need a vocalist now,or we're gonna get disqualified." Lucia, the timid drummer nervously spoke from the corner of the room, not wanting to be shout at by the ever grumpy Nero.

"The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water,... and breeds reptiles of the mind." V, the ever calm keyboardist, quoted, not once taking his eyes off his William Blake illustrated collection.

Nero face palmed.

Ever since that incident involving Lady erupted, of her planning to leave the band for a much more popular one to become famous, Nero has been on a rampage, picking unnecessary fights with her and, therefore, almost ruining the band.

And who could just put them together but him? Not Nico, who just messes around ( one time, she almost set the old and smelly studio they were practicing in on fire with the cigar butt she carelessly threw away ), not Lucia, who was just too timid and shy to ever lead any kind of group ( she almost depleted the band's funds by having no guts to refuse the cute little scouts that always come knocking in to sell them all sorts and flavors of cookies ), and definitely not V, who was either busy reading, or busy being a regular member of the National Orchestra as a Concertmaster ( who was so talented as heck, he rejected the last twenty or so who auditioned as vocalist, only accepting Lady because he wasn't there to see or hear her sing due to one of his asthma attacks ).

So, simply put, they're all doomed.

No.

More like fucked up.

All of a sudden, Nero's phone vibrated. He took it out from his pocket and saw that his dad was calling him.

"Ugh, him again?" Nero muttered, not really wanting to answer the call.

"Answer that call, ya don't want him to come in here and drag ya away from him like a brat." Nico suggested calmly.

And so, with a deep sigh, he answered the call -

"What are you doing right now,... scum?"

"Fuck off, Vergil!"

"Don't you disrespect me in front of your so - called peers. If I hear that you get beaten by Dante's band once more, I will have no choice but to take away that wailing and foul - smelling instrument of yours, drag you out of there, myself, and send you to boarding school in Berlin."

"D- DAD! PLEASE! NOT MY ELECTRIC GUITAR!"

"Don't you ever dare lose,... scum."

And with that last threat, Nero's father hung up. The place was almost filled with loud applause and cheers a few seconds later as the last band just finished performing. The door opened, and in came the dynamic guitar and singing duo of Dante and Trish.

The sight of Nero's ( and Vergil's ) rival Dante looking so proud and confident that he'll win this battle of the bands made his stomach churn. And before he could even turn away to not be noticed by the man, his father's younger brother saw him and immediately went towards him.

"Hey, nephew! How's it going?" Dante greeted as he put a heavy arm around Nero.

"Piss off, Dante!" Nero growled.

"Ooh! What's with the little puppy growl? Oh! Let me guess: Lady left you, didn't she?"

"FUCK. OFF!" Nero pushed Dante away in anger, his uncle's taunt proving that his statement was, indeed, real.

But, Dante just smiled and chuckled at him as he shook his head helplessly. "Oh, well, I wonder how Vergil would react to this news?!"

"Stop."

"Maybe he'll come down here and take away your second hand guitar! Or! Maybe," Dante taunted once more as he stalked closer to Nero like a predator. " ...he'll send you to that military boarding school in Berlin!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Nero finally exploded as he grabbed Dante's collar.

"No! You shut up, DEAD WEIGHT!"

"Okay, okay! Guys, stop!" Nico intervened, successfully drawing Nero out before he could make a nasty scene in front of the people.

"What do we have here?" One of the organizers who saw the argument came in and asked.

"Oh, nothin'! Nothin' to worry 'bout!" Nico lied as she laughed hysterically.

The organizer only shook his head and left. After that, the door opened and a head popped out from it.

"SWEET SURRENDER?!" The person called the name of their band.

"Yeah! We're here!" Nero answered unwillingly, flinching at his own words.

"YOU'RE UP! AND MAKE IT FAST!"

"Good luck, kid! Adios!" Dante mocked once more as he saluted on his way out.

"I'll send you my autograph." Trish said as she blew all of them a good bye kiss and gave V a very sultry look, to which the poet only ignored.

All of four of Sweet Surrender's members looked at each other.

"What do we do now?" Lucia, who was already in panic mode from the start, stuttered as she clutched her drum sticks.

"We perform as usual." Nero replied.

"What if we fail? Yer dad's gonna send ya to boardin' school fer real!" Nico added as she pushed the rim of her glasses up the bridge of her freckled nose.

"Stop saying that, will you? I will sing in place of that bitch."

"But, Nero! That song is meant to be sung as a duet! This will not work! This will be a disaster!"

"Whoa, Lucia! Calm down! Trust me. We'll get through this!"

After those words, Nero, Nico, and Lucia turned to V, expecting him to say some words of encouragement.

And to this, the poetic musician only answered, "A man can't soar too high,... when he flies with his own wings."

"Okay, V. You're an interesting guy but, you're right." Nero responded as all of them faced the door that led to the stage. "Let's get this show on the road!"

However, no matter how hard V tried to give them enough words of motivation, courtesy of William Blake, they just couldn't shake the foreboding feeling.

That something bad was going to happen.

Nico, Lucia, and V may have done their best to perform their parts, but Nero's song, which was supposedly a duet, just couldn't, would not, work out. It just felt wrong.

And not even a few minutes in and they were already being booed by their audience. This made Lucia even more nervous and stopped playing altogether. Nico tried to pitch in for her but failed miserably because she lacked proper practice. V, on the other hand, remained calm as he multi - tasked, playing both Lucia and Nico's part on his keyboard.

"LOSER!" A girl from the crowd shrieked as she threw her candy wrappers at Nero. Some people took this as an opportunity to throw things at them.

"Look at them! They look so pathetic!" Dante laughed from the back of the crowd, enjoying Sweet Surrender's downfall. "I guess it's boarding school for Nero now - "

"HEY, GUYS! So sorry I'm late!"

Everyone in the room went dead silent as one unknown girl wearing a floral dress came up the stage and joined Nero.

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" Nero questioned as he watched the girl take hold of one of the microphones.

The girl just winked at him and gave him a confident smile. "We're gonna do this, right?"

"ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!" Lucia bravely screamed at the top of her lungs as she tapped her sticks together for their cue. And with the wailing of Nero's guitar, they played their song once more.

"Oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh! So jet lagged!" Nero started singing. "What time is it where you are?"

"I miss you more than anything." The mysterious girl sang, her beautiful voice surprising Nero, and the rest of the band.

"And back at home you feel so far."

"Waitin' for the phone to ring."

"It's gettin' lonely livin' upside down. I don't even wanna be in this town. Tryin' to figure out the time zone's makin' me crazy!"

"You say good morning when it's midnight. Going out of my head, alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset. And it's driving me mad, I miss you so bad. And my heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged! Heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged! Heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged, is so jet - lagged!"

"Oh, oh!" Nico, Lucia, and V sang at the same time the people stopped booing them and started bobbing their heads along with the song, actually enjoying the performance. And by the time the unknown girl started singing, the crowd started to finally cheer for them.

"What time is it where you are?" She candidly sang as she winked once more at Nero, who really enjoying their performance.

"Five more days and I'll be home."

"I keep your picture in my car."

"I hate the thought of you alone."

The girl took the mic out from the stand and pointed at the crowd. "I've been keepin' busy all the time just to try to keep you off my mind. Tryin' to figure out the time zones makin' me crazy!"

She, then, went over to Nero's side and by the time they're singing on the same mic, the crowd just went wild cheers.

"You say good morning when it's midnight. Going out of my head, alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset, And it's drivin' me mad, I miss you so bad. And my heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged! Heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged! Heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged, is so jet lagged!"

"Oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh!"

"I miss you so bad."

"I miss you so bad."

"I miss you so bad."

"I miss you so bad."

"I wanna share your horizon."

"I miss you so bad."

"And see the same sun rising."

"I miss you so bad."

"And turn the hour hand back to when you were holding me."

"You say good morning, when it's midnight. Going out of my head, alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset. And it's drivin' me mad, I miss when you say good morning, but it's midnight. Going out of my head. Alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset. And it's drivin' me mad, I miss you so bad. And my heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged! Heart, heart, heart is so jet - lagged! Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged, is so jet-lagged, is so jet - lagged!"

"Oh, oh!"

"So jet - lagged!"

Nero and his friends, so was Dante, who was still watching, couldn't believe the amount of love they received from the audience.

All thanks to this mysterious girl.

"That was crazy!" Nero told her the moment they went back to the room. "You're really awesome!"

"Thanks!" The girl answered with that charming smile of hers.

The smile that made Nero's heart skip a beat. She's just,... so beautiful, and charming, and,...

"What's your name?" Nero asked her.

"Oh, you can call me (Y/N)."

"Heya, (Y/N)! I'm Nico." Nico introduced herself even before Nero could shake her hand.

"Hello, Nico!"

"I'm Lucia, the,... drummer,... at the back. You know,..." Sweet Lucia shyly introduced herself.

"You were awesome back there, Lucia!"

"Really?!" The girl's face lit up in excitement.

"Yes!"

"And I'm Nero. Nice to meet you." He said as he was finally able to touch her smooth hands.

"Same here, Nero." And she gave him that charming smile with that cherry colored lips again.

"Hey, where's V?" Nico asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"At the back, hiding from Trish." Lucia answered.

"Poor tattooed Shakespeare,..." Nico shook her head in disbelief.

"They're gonna announce the winner!" Lucia excitedly said as she pulled her friends back to the stage,...

... only for them to get disappointed when the host announced Dante and Trish's name.

(Y/N) noticed Nero's sadness and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulders. The boy smiled at him and shook his head.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"No, Nero. Thank YOU."

They were about to make way for Dante and Trish to perform their encore when the people started yelling their name!

"SWEET SU - RREN - DER! SWEET SU - RREN - DER! SWEET SU - RREN - DER! SWEET SU - RREN - DER!"

"OH, MY GAWD! THEY WANT US BACK!" Nico shrieked as she happily jumped up and down.

"Then, we're gonna give 'em what they want. Isn't that right, Nero?!" (Y/N) confidently announced as she nudged the boy's arm, who still couldn't believe what just happened.

"Okay! We're gonna do this!" Nero took his guitar and positioned himself in front of the mic once more. "Where's V?!"

"Right here." The poet calmly said as he reappeared and faced his keyboard once more.

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!" Lucia gave the cue, finally confident for their sweet, sweet encore.

After that, it was safe to say that nobody's instrument, foul - odored, second - hand, or no, got taken away by an angry parent. There were no more old, combustible and smelly practice rooms because they were invited by a talent manager named Morrison to perform to much better and popular places. There were no more girl scouts selling one particularly shy drummer some cookies because they were now being offered M&Ms and more backstage and for free. One skinny poet has to run and hide more often from crazed fangirls because someone released his photos and videos on Instagram, which quickly became viral. And no one got sent to a boarding school in any part of Europe.

And (Y/N) and Nero?

Let's just say that their first duet was the start of a truly sweet and meaningful romance.

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🎸🎸🎸

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#devil may cry #nero sparda #saved by the siren #devil may oneshot #nero x reader #nero x you #musical #nico #lucia #v #dante #trish #vergil #morrison

[survivor-ingary]

Episode 2 - "I DON'T WANT THE MYSTERY MOUSE-CA-TOOL BESTIE" - Ellie

At the tribal, Ping was voted out of the Pendragon Tribe nearly unamimously. Tribal immunity for this round is Pictionary.

I bet all these bitches know i voted for Keith and now they are going to come kill me in my sleep if i die i blame dylan

yass round 2 i either think im in the best position on this tribe or theyre all secretly coming for me thats all

Tribal went as well as I expected it to go. No major drama. It seems like Keith is in real trouble if we do go to tribal again though which would put me in a very tricky spot. For now, though, I will be trying my best in the upcoming challenge. The problem is, however, timezones and schedules. Jon is going to be our drawer, but he can only do it tonight or in the early afternoon tomorrow which I will not be there for. Additionally, Keith is asleep so we have no idea what his schedule is going to be so we basically had to schedule the challenge without him. And Nya could only do right before the deadline tomorrow which Jon cannot do. I hate this for us, truly. I just hope that Moth and I can rub our brain cells together for this one so that we can pull out a win. OR somehow the other tribes fail horribly. On the bright side, I am finally starting to catch up on Duolingo exercises. They're a lot easier than I thought, but it is still going to be tedious af to save up enough coins for some of the higher end products at the shop. As a final note, I am going to work with Nya in the long term as we promised each other to. Hopefully that actually works out. Time to actually be loyal and be a hero this time around. Need to try something different.

If we lose this challenge, I will be very upset. We went so hard on this challenge!!! I believe that we can at least get second place, but I don't know how crazy the other tribes are. So, let's see what goes on

Ayyyyy soooooooo looks like the four, Colin, me, Ava, and Brayden are officially in an alliance!? I’m really hyped to be working with everybody and already have sights on who should go if we have to go to tribal 👀 but like I’m gonna feel so bad if we go to tribal and I orchestrate a whole plan to take someone out I gotta do it when I’m not in my feels and the planets aren’t fucking with my emotions too heavy. But go alliance ! This means I’ll be able to stay safe until hopefully a merge and hopefully we can avoid a tribe swap till then which I get those vibe from it !! But I’ll be here to survive two more tribals just in case which is pretty rad. Other then that hopefully me offering to draw doesn’t end us up in the bottom and we can keep killing ! But anyways that is it as off know hopefully I have a lot more coins tomorrow morning and I get hit the hat shop bright and motherfucking early.

Just got asked to be apart of an alliance <33333 the besties in the group trust me which maybe ain't the right move but for now we gotta love the bonding. exciting!!!

YAY FOR ROUND 2! Okay, so I meet once again with the Hat Shop and... third times the charm! Except,,, the charm is getting nothing AGAIN lmao I'm not complaining though, still got that extra vote :P I stayed up at 1 AM for this challenge, and I honestly think our team popped off. Anastasia was guessing a ton, and Riley was amazing at drawing real quick! I have a relatively good feeling about our performance, so I hope I wake up to the news of our tribe being immune :D

so yesterday I set myself on a mission to get an alliance. I wanted Ava + Brayden + Toph + me as a majority alliance. it was our day off from tribal so I thought it was the perfect day to do it!! I talked to Brayden about it first because he's the person I feel the most comfortable with, and then after a lot of coordination and careful communication I was able to pull it together!! I think the most important thing when making alliances is making everyone feel like they're a big part in it. So I was careful to ask each person how they feel about the others, about the game, and made a point to say that I wanted to work with them specifically. Some may call that a little manipulative, but I wanna make sure that I'm an essential part of the alliance!! i need everyone to feel like they need/want me there.

all of this happening so soon into the game is a testament to how aggressive I'm playing this time around. I usually like to lay low and just rely solely on my social game in the start, but I'm trying this out to establish myself early on! I wanted to play the tribe leader and I think I'm doing that in a smart and subtle way!!

so yes now we have a 4 person majority alliance named "duolingo owl hate club" because fuck that guy. I think we're the 4 most active and present people on the tribe so it's only natural for us to work together, but I think it's definitely worth noting that I was the one that was pulling the strings here.

We just did the pictionary challenge, I have a good feeling about it!! Toph was an amazing artist, and if we win, all credit rightfully goes to him!! I think the guessers also did great of course, but like come on, the artist has to be the mvp. I'm really hoping we pull through!! I don't mind going to tribal, but I genuinely don't wanna vote anyone out yet. I'm fine just playing the game in a precautionary way. I know I'm in a great position if we do go to tribal, but it's always preferred that we don't go.

Everyone else on my tribe: doing the challenge and kicking ass

Me: I’m sleep

Riley (Tumblr has once again chosen violence so only the first 10 get banners 🥲)

I think our challenge went pretty well! My team were good guessers. Feeling like I've established some Integrity now. Hope it keeps me safe later!

Toph Soooooo we finished the challenge with 32 points and like wig !! I was a quick as drawer for 32pts expect when my internet lagged, but still ! I think we whooped some ass and if we do go to tribal I know it won’t be me going, thanks to Duolingo owl hate club but I’m also worried same could have and advantage because they seem pretty kean on learning a lot in like 3 hours and then tried to cover that statement to not seem so threatening but like babs s a huge threat too apparently they love Duolingo and know 5 laugnes ? This is from brayden but If so go babs ! That’s absolutely iconic for real Life but fucking scary in this game ! I gotta be buddy buddy with them so hopefully if they do have something it won’t be them going home first and it will be Ava. But I’m thinking we might get second place again unless someone is a fucking wizard at this.

Dennis hmm i think we did well enough in the challenge to not see tribal tomorrow but who knows i guess we shall find out tn

the way ellie was so on top of stuff yesterday only to oversleep the challenge makes me giggle maybe shes freaking out about it which makes me also giggle but i dont think its really a big deal

anastasia asked me to call yesterday and i was like sure lets talk but it is damn near impossible to hold a conversation with her idk i tried BUT she did tell me “yeah i just got off a call with ellie” im like i see. she says shes down to work with ellie but that quickly switched from ellie being ~experienced~ but good to know ellie is also playing hard. anastasia also mentioned that she talks to riley a fair amount who i still have yet to connect to well. but dat makes me think ellie is def talking to riley too miss debate team is definitely a talker. but good on her for the social game i guess

kenneth keeps being like haha we’re the same person and im like yeah👁 i bet we are👁

i just wanna win and not think about tribal just keep it slow and chill for now keep learnin my welsh i guess

Ava Second challenge was Pictionary and I had a ton of fun playing. The tea is: toph did a great job. He was pretty vocal about not being a great artist but really I think he did great. However, Babs was super inactive yesterday and ~too late~ said they were a great artist and should've been picked to draw. It was kind of like.... k babs thanks for the belated "help". They did do great guessing which scored a point in my book. Brayden was supposed to play but last minute logged off without saying anything so we did the challenge without him :/ sorta a bummer. Anyway the lack of participation from Sam is kind of popping off so we'll see where that leads them... Overall a fun game and fingers crossed we did well!

Moth I think we did okay at the challenge. Today I am dying from the heatwave so I’m not thinking too straight! Stay cool everyone

Ellie So yesterday Anastasia and I called for about an hour!!! I’d say we’re definitely way closer, she’s someone I really wanna work with although the idea of her and Brayden eventually being on the same tribe is kinda scary cause I know how close they are. Still she’s so fun to talk to and I just love her energy so much!

Pictionary challenge results: Jenkins Tribe wins with Penadragon second, Hatter Tribe has to go to tribal council on the following day.

Ava Well well well seems our bob ross, toph, didn't pull through (y'all think babs would've pulled it out for us or slept through our challenge like they said they almost did?) I can't wait for tribal. I'm in it for the drama. I'm hashtag voting Sam off - didn't even bother to be apart of our challenge and not too sure they've even been online for a full 24 hours. Weed out the weak.....

Anastasia

Brayden https://imgur.com/n60Lz0c

guys i dont know what to do someone help me out

Dennis i hope damn brayden gets the boot

Raffy Woo! We don't have to go to tribal again! We stan!

Ellie So I figured I’d go idol hunting today cause the shop was about to close and I just wanted to see what had been bought and what possible hats there were, I see that there’s a hat I have enough for that hasn’t been bought and I decide fuck it let’s get it

APPARENTLY ITS SOMETHING THAT IM NOT ALLOWED TO KNOW WHAT IT IS OR HOW TO USE IT YET???? THEY SAID ILL FIND OUT ABOUT IT LATER

I DONT WANT THE MYSTERY MOUSE-CA-TOOL BESTIE

Sam Well you see. I like all my tribe people. And I think we did real good on that music video! So, I think rather than voting anyone else off, I think I should just vote myself off if that is possible! Ahhh

Babs So sad to see Sam not only go but go through what they're going through :( same w Toph :( they all seem so lovely

Keith Not sure if i submitted a confession after the last tribal. But if I didnt here it is.

Happy I made it out of that tribal. I had raffy backing me with whom I played. Last time we played. We were at odds. We didnt work together but whats worse that we were against each other. It was either him or me goin out. Hopefully thats the past n we can work together. I jus need to keep things calm n show that Im not here itching to make big moves. So they dont feel threatened by me. N its easy cause right now. I havnt made that kind og bond with anyone on my tribe. To even think of such moves. Lets see what round two holds for me.

Colin so uh

we lost! :(

I was really bummed tbh. Like I thought we did well but circumstances with the challenge were just really unfortunate, from conflict about who wanted to be the artist to people disappearing the moment the challenge started, I think we did well despite all of that. Except we did kinda get stomped anyway. Oh well!! The game moves on. Tribal has to happen.

Initially I was gonna push for Babs, just because I feel like I don't wanna attach myself to them too early on. I've seen how much of a bitter player they can be, and lets just say I'm not the most loyal ally to have. however! 9 minutes after we lost, Ava announces to our alliance that she's voting Sam. I wasn't surprised, Sam has been the one not really pulling their weight. But I had some good connections with her!! we both did colorguard and shes so sweet and easy to talk to. I was really conflicted for a little bit, debating on whether or not to actually push for Babs. I think brayden sensed my hesitance but we both knew there was nothing really I could do to stop Sam from being the vote. At first tribal, the initial name always spreads like wildfire.

However, my mess was stopped abruptly by Sam asking to be voted out. welp!! okay then!! babs stays i guess!! i'm not too bothered. I'll never turn down an easy vote hehe.

Pretty sure there's a swap tonight. I'm kinda scared of that

uwu

Brayden

i almost forgot to upload this but dont worry i just remembered

Colin screams

Toph So we’re going to tribal in 20 and all I have to say right now is if there is a tribe swap after I’m gonna so scared but I ducking called I had a vibe and it was right that’s what is gonna win me this game trusting my intuition. I’m holding on now and gonna be the biggest comp beast next challenge in case I get fucked on this swap !!!! Or at least if it is a swap 🤔

Riley I don't know what this announcement's gonna be I'm worriedddd... Ginny said it probably means we're swapping teams but I don't wannaaaa I like our team.

Toph Sam self sacrificing made this the easiest vote ever and me being safe is a plus I guess 😎

#episodes

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Marlene

Ali: Hey babe, sorry I missed rehearsal, know you rocked it regardless  💋 Marlene: Kind of need our lead singer to do that. Instrumental wasn't the vision for the track, babygirl Marlene: Where did you have to be? We could've rescheduled Ali: I know, I know, my bad! Make it up to you Ali: Ugh, got detention, didn't I Ali: don't even get me started on that Marlene: Make it up to me alone or me and the band? Marlene: Little rebel Marlene: Can't have you getting in more trouble by ditching, can we? Marlene: I'll add in another rehearsal, the girls won't mind Ali: Why not both? Ali: Come over and I'll record the vocals for you Ali: You know it boo 👩🏼‍🎤 Ali: Exactly, even though I'm fully staging a protest tomorrow Marlene: That's my girl Marlene: I'll be there front and centre, lending my voice to the movement Ali: Aww, so supportive Ali: cute 😉 Ali: I've rallied all the usual suspects so it shouldn't be a flop Ali: we have the allotted hours, like, if they fail to control us in 'em, why add more, yeah? pointless, where's the logic Marlene: Making me so proud to have you on my arm Ali: As you should be Ali: Though that arms not bad 💪 Marlene: I wouldn't be the best bassist in this shithole if it was Ali: One track mind 😏 SUCH a bassist Ali: don't you ever break that focus? Marlene: It has been known Marlene: For the right girl Ali: Introduce me to her some time, yeah? Ali: Get some tips Marlene: You know her pretty well Marlene: The name's Alison, like the song Ali: So soft Ali: Still say we do a Elvis Costello and Dolly mashup Ali: idc what you say, Jolene is a bop and you need to own it Marlene: If I can hear you do an original Elvis cover, I'll think about it Ali: Fine, I'll happily sing about myself all day Ali: can even get the accent down, thanks Ma Marlene: I'll be waiting for that Marlene: The girls are asking if you need posters or anything else for the protest? Anything to stick around and drink more Ali: Patience, babe Ali: Gotta save these pipes for the protest Ali: Feel free to go for their lives, like Ali: Bear in mind if they use too many expletives, the School ain't gonna listen tho Ali: creative language, not colourful, ladies Marlene: No promises on getting them to dial back the reclaimed slurs Marlene: But we'll leave off calling the teachers the cunts they are Marlene: For you, our glorious leader Ali: 🙇 down Ali: I'll take it, they're not going to go anywhere near hate speech vibes, too risky Marlene: Tempting offer Marlene: I'll take you up on it when we're alone Ali: Yeah? Gonna skip rehearsal more often then Marlene: For revolution and no less, babe Marlene: But I have missed you Ali: The revolution's always rolling, babe Ali: I can't stop the wheels of change, you know Marlene: I know you want me to make a rock and roll pun Marlene: But I refuse Ali: Boooooo 👎 Ali: too punk for me now? Marlene: Not gonna quote a dead white man either, not even Lennon Marlene: You're still my little punk princess, you know Ali: Throw some Yoko craziness at me Ali: 👑 Marlene: Keeping it back so the protest won't flop. Can't let it Ali: Sure, you just don't wanna get on the rooftop with your mates Ali: someone'd fall, or get pushed 😂 Marlene: Not me or you Marlene: With these arms we're safe Ali: 🔫 pew pew Ali: they wanna try me, bitch Marlene: We should fill up supersoakers for those who are anti our message Marlene: Piss on their negativity in a literal sense Ali: not with actual piss, right? Marlene: You have to start thinking punk rock, babe Ali: I am not pissing into a supersoaker Ali: not dying to prove my aim is as good as a man's like Ali: you do you, babe but I'll leave it at good old fashioned water Marlene: Now who's deserving the boos and jeers Marlene: So regal of you Ali: what can i say? my idea of a good time isn't pissing on my own hands Ali: crazy, i know 😉 Marlene: How true my love is Marlene: Any time's a good time with my baby Ali: 💙 Ali: forreal tho, what are we doing this weekend Marlene: There are a few parties Ali: where Ali: i wanna go as far away as poss Marlene: They're local, usual suspects Marlene: We can do something else Ali: Think of something better, yeah Ali: I'm sick of the locals at the mo Marlene: I'll come back to you with a plan Ali: 💋 Ali: that's my girl Marlene: What am I good for if I can't take you away from this shithole? Marlene: Not like it's that hard Ali: You got your license, 'til I got mine I'm at your beck and call, like Ali: Your Ma will be cool, yeah? Doesn't need to be long, just long enough to breathe Marlene: I'll make a deal with her Marlene: Name drop you since she's a fan Ali: Such a parent pleaser 😇 Marlene: If you sang it she'd do anything you say Marlene: Thinks you've got the voice of an angel for sure Ali: Aww, what a babe Ali: like mother like daughter 😏 Marlene: She had her moments of hell raising Marlene: Would to this day if it was possible Ali: Imma ask her all about it when I see her Ali: fo'sho Marlene: That'd make her happy Ali: Who doesn't love being scandalous? Marlene: Whoever gave you detention Ali: Give you three guesses 😑 Marlene: I don't need them Marlene: Most are in your fan club too Ali: Exactly Ali: Don't teach R.S. if you can't handle healthy debate Marlene: Yeah. We live in Dublin not a dictatorship Ali: Honestly Ali: Some people really wanna take it back to the troubles Ali: Shouldn't have said as much but chill, dude Marlene: Freedom of speech, babe Marlene: I've lost count of how many teachers I've called homophobes Marlene: Gotta speak up Ali: True Ali: you are a bit quick on the draw sometimes, like Marlene: I'm not letting them get away with it Ali: Just sayin', plenty of reasons to give you dirty looks, babe, not all of 'em that you're gay 😜 Marlene: I'm a perfect gentleman and you know it Ali: True Ali: You don't look it tho Marlene: You don't look like a rebel queen Marlene: And yet Ali: I know looks are deceiving, tell it to the homophobes, babe 😏 Ali: also you gotta stop with the compliments 😾 Marlene: But everyone's clearing out. It's the perfect time to shower you with them Marlene: Where do you wanna be? Here or there Ali: When bae only sweet talks you when their mates aren't about Ali: SUCH a fuckboy, darling 💋 Marlene: You know what I was getting at, darling Marlene: We can be alone finally Marlene: But only if you're in the mood Ali: I'll come over Ali: as much as my Ma is also a fan, just yours like, not so much mine Marlene: Let me pick you up Marlene: It's too dark for that shit Ali: Nah, I wanna walk Ali: gotta burn off the energy I didn't get to rock out Marlene: Hold your keys since you won't take my knife off me Ali: Don't worry Ali: My Da beat you to the self-defense lesson, like Ali: I'm sweet Marlene: If I'm not there to protect you, I'm bound to worry Ali: You worry too much, baby Ali: Good thing I'm coming to take all your cares away Ali: and I've got bud, naturally 🚬 Marlene: And I hid some drinks from the vultures Ali: Party of two 😘 Marlene: When you get here. Until you do I'm sitting on the floor alone writing shitty songs about you Ali: Try and write a good one, will ya? Not having it bandied about that I'm a shit muse 😉 Ali: you could never Ali: gonna play for me when I get there? Marlene: Been trying since I met you, babygirl Marlene: It's not you, it's me Ali: Nah Ali: there's a hit in there, I just gotta try harder Ali: as you're so anti-establishment, your brain is noping on writing a bop that everyone will love Marlene: I want you to love it Marlene: You're the one it's for Ali: I'm excited to hear Ali: assuming I don't get shanked on the way by the big bad wolf Marlene: Your tragic early death isn't the inspiration I want or need Ali: Tell it to the TV writers, hun Ali: angry protest song #765 Marlene: I'll sing you my shitty song and you can die laughing Ali: Never Ali: cross my heart Marlene: And fingers that I can patch together a chorus that doesn't make me wanna die before you get here Ali: 🤞 Ali: I have faith enough for two Marlene: As an angel, you kind of have to bring it Ali: No pressure 😓 Marlene: I'm more than okay with you lacking it, stick it to your detention giver over again Marlene: And I love you, so forgiven most sins Ali: A benevolent Goddess you are Marlene: Modeled on the original lesbian in the sky Ali: Debated theology enough today to live and let live on that one babe Marlene: Promise I'll save the angry lesbian god essay recital for another night Ali: You're a doll 💋 Ali: Oh, hold up, I see my ex Ali: ready for this awkward convo in 3 2 Ali: brb Marlene: Bet you want me to pick you up now, don't you? Ali: [15 mins later] Ali: That was wild Marlene: What the fuck, Ali Marlene: I was about to start searching for you Ali: Soz, more chatty than I remember Ali: only gone at got someone pregnant hasn't he Marlene: Dodged a bullet Ali: Tell me about it Ali: Still out on the town tryna get some though Ali: is that the new come on? I'm fertile! Marlene: In this town, likely Marlene: Which ex is it? Ali: #4 good drugs, bad teeth Ali: the one who lowkey stalked me after and my brother had to smack him one Ali: good times, unexpected detour down memory lane there but got us some freebies so Marlene: It took 15 mins to get what you're owed, how long does he take over customers who aren't his stalked exes Marlene: bad business is what you should've called him Marlene: Or manners Ali: names are definitely open to workshopping Ali: he had to show me the scan pics, duh Marlene: Had to do the whole come on Marlene: fucking pig Ali: Bless Ali: have your fun whilst you still can, kid Marlene: not with my girlfriend Ali: don't worry babe, got the drugs for free free Ali: not suck my dick free Marlene: Are you gonna be here soon Marlene: I can still bring the car Ali: Yeah, I'll get a wriggle on Ali: 5 minutes if I run Marlene: If you don't run into any more exes first Ali: cities littered with 'em Marlene: If you didn't date men you could stay friends with them Ali: why would I wanna do that? Ali: I've seen your dyke drama, a no thank you Marlene: I don't have dyke drama Marlene: You're the one trying to avoid the awkward Ali: 😏 Ali: I don't care, its funny Ali: he wasn't that bad, really Ali: don't need to add every ex to my inner circle though, that's a madness Marlene: He stalked you Marlene: He's an asshole Ali: Not properly Ali: Just had issue letting go as fast as I did, who can blame him 😘 Marlene: It's not funny, Ali, it's fucked Ali: So serious 😾 Ali: It ain't like he locked me in his basement, I get to decide how fucked it was or wasn't Marlene: You get to brush it under the carpet too, doesn't make it right Ali: 🙄 you're as bad as my mother Marlene: maybe she's got a point Ali: Ugh, don't need to point score, she already likes ya, babe Ali: he's just a stupid kid, not fucking Bundy, yeah, let's chill Marlene: He doesn't have to be Bundy to be held accountable, babe Marlene: He's gonna be someone's dad Marlene: What the fuck Ali: for what? being a bit of a prick at 16 Ali: s'not a crime, last time I checked Marlene: it doesn't have to be Marlene: Lads think they can do whatever they want Marlene: They can't and shouldn't Ali: Nah, this isn't a soap box moment, babe Ali: we all do things we know are wrong, and ain't proud of Ali: 'cos of how we're feeling Ali: Honestly, not a big deal Ali: and not an exclusively male thing, that's a crock of shit Marlene: If I was heavy handed with one of my exes I'd get so much shit Marlene: He gets boys will be boys Marlene: It's not a big deal because you're making excuses for him Ali: From who? The lesbian mafia? Ali: Straight girls are INSANE Ali: way worse than #4 was ever Ali: I'm not gonna burn him at the stake for something I don't believe in Marlene: Straight girls are a whole other subject Marlene: Last I checked you didn't have any of them as exes so no really the point Ali: That you know of Marlene: I know about every one of your exes Ali: Okay, Liam Neeson Ali: can't be calling out stalkers when you're breathing down the phone like that 😂 Marlene: You're not funny Ali: I am though Ali: but I ain't coming over if you're gonna be such a downer Marlene: Are you serious? Marlene: Your jokes are so bad I can't tell Ali: Duh Ali: Killing my vibe, babe Marlene: You're basically here Ali: So? Ali: I can keep walking into this dark night Marlene: So come in Marlene: I'm sorry, baby Ali: You promise you're gonna stop being lame? Marlene: Cross my heart Ali: Okay, lemme in then

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 3)

"Brooklyn!!"

The party in The Hills is in full swing. Music blaring, the sweet smell of bud fills the air while people laugh, dance, talk and sing. Colson and Luna had walked into the party together but were quickly pulled in different directions once they got through the door. It was Colson's birthday after all and Luna hadn't been on the west coast for a couple of years, which always turned into a circus, no matter how long she'd been gone. It seemed like everyone wanted a peice of both of them while they wanted only each other.

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Colson is on the upper foyer, looking down to try to spot Luna in the sea of bodies.

"I'm never gonna find her tiny ass in here. I better make sure I get her number. I CAN NOT loose her again." He thinks to himself, frustrated.

"MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY BOY!!!!!" Bellows a raspy voice, breaking Colson's thoughts.

"TOMMY!!!" He shouts back, embracing his friend.

"I got this for you. But try not to drink it all tonight. It's like a 500yr old fucking whiskey.... Or do! FUCK IT!" Tommy says laughing, handing Colson a box.

"Thanks, Man! I appreciate it!" Colson says, blue eyes bright as he opens the box and admires the bottle. "I can't guarantee it won't ALL be gone tonight!" He laughs.

"What are you doing up here? Admiring the kingdom?" Tommy asks.

Colson laughs again. "Yeah... Something like that." Then he looks at Tommy.

"If anyone's gonna get it, it's this fucking dude." Colson thinks to himself.

"Nah, Bro. It's crazy. I'm looking for this girl that I seem to always keep losing...." Colson trails off.

"Well, why you keep losing her, Dude?" Tommy prys.

Colson looks down at the masses. "Idk, Man. I told you it's crazy. I met her like 10 yrs ago without really meeting her and have been looking for her ever since." Colson looks up.

"Explain...."

Looking over at Tommy, he says "My first show in NY, towards the end of my set, I look stage right and there's this gorgeous girl in a cheetah print coat. Our eyes locked and I swear, Dude, I got like, an instant cosmic boner. It was fucking insane. She smiled at me, and then took my picture. This all happened in like 30secs, but Tommy, Dude, it felt like slow mo. So, I look at the crowd, look back at her and she's fucking GONE! I'm like, alright, finish the set, get off stage, start looking for her. Start ASKING about her. No one knows fucking shit. It's like she's a fucking ghost, Man. I was so fucking pissed and all I can do is think and ask about this random girl from NY in a cheetah print coat who takes fucking pictures. Like, fuck me, Man, you know..." Colson takes a long pull off his joint as Tommy laughs. "So tonight" he continues "she shows up on my fucking doorstep, with the fucking picture, made into this awesome fucking art peice. Hotter than I remember. Cooler than I ever could've thought. Because all this time, she's been a fucking friend of both Pete and Ashley and I don't fucking know it because I don't know her FUCKING NAME!" Colson shouts, then suddenly laughs at the absurdity. He takes another long pull off his joint. "And now I've lost her here in THIS fucking shit show." He finishes. Looking out again to see if he can find her, puffing on his joint.

"So, do you know her name?" Tommy asks with a smirk.

"Yeah. Luna Smith. She's like some super-obscure-speakeasy-word of mouth type-person, who you have to...

Tommy cuts him off with his giant laughter. "I FUCKING KNEW IT!!! OF COURSE YOU'D FALL IN LOVE WITH FUCKING LUNATIC AND NOT BE ABLE TO FIND HER!!!" He shouts, laughing even harder, throwing his arm over Colson's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Man" he says trying to control himself. He can tell Colson's starting to become annoyed. "It's not a bad thing, it's just, that's a very Lunatic story, Man. She's the way a fucking 'Lude was, Dude. Only the coolest people know how to get ahold of her, there's NOTHING fucking like her and when she hits you, Maaan, you fucking KNOW IT!" Tommy explains, punching one fist into his other palm, laughing. "I've known her since she was a kid on the scene, taking pictures, writing songs, drawing up flyers. Pat raised her tough. They don't call her That Brooklyn Bitch for nothing!" Tommy laughs hard again. So, you can't find her?" He asks.

"Nah, Man." says Colson.

"Check it..." Tommy tells him as he leans over the railing and raises his hands to his mouth. "BROOOOOOKLYYYNNNN!!!" he bellows from above everyone.

As Colson leans over the railing too, he sees a black leather, bangled arm and one single ringed finger with a blue nail polish rise up into the air. After a moment, he sees her crain her neck around looking and they make eye contact. Never breaking it, she turns her whole body around to face him, holds her right hand up, stretches all five fingers out and smiles at him the way she did the first night he saw her.

"LOOK!!!" Tommy says with a grin.

"I am." Colson says slowly, mesmerized.

"C'mon, Dude. She's expecting you. And you know she don't stick in one spot forever." Tommy says, pulling Colson towards the stairs.

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Luna's downstairs. She's been trying to make her way to the back patio with Ashley and Dom so she can smoke for what feels like the last hour now. But she keeps bumping into people who just wanna "catch up". She hates that everywhere is non smoking now and like a true New Yorker, truly hates the nosey bullshit of "catching up" without a drink and a cigarette to pass the pain. She's bumped into 10 different people by now whom she's "politely caught up" with, is fighting the urge to scream and desperately wants to find Colson. She's just about to break away to the patio when she hears it.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!! WHHHHYYYY???" She whines in her head. "Why the fuck, WHY!?!!"

Ashley stops because she hears it too. She grabs Dom as Luna stops and slowly lifts her arm. "I don't see anyone..." Ashley says. Luna looks over her right shoulder scanning the crowd. It only takes a second for their eyes to lock.

"Oh! Thank Fuck, it's Colson." Her mind sighs in relief, all irritation floating away. She can feel a wave of heat wash over her, her body moving on autopilot, while her face flushes and slowly creeps into a huge smile. It's been years since anyone has made her feel alive and she can't help but feel terrified and excited by him all at the same time. Her lips swell as their gaze breaks only as he heads towards the stairs to meet her. "Not everyone is th...."

"So..." Ashley says, interrupting her thoughts "what's up with you and Kells? You two can't seem to keep your hands off each other." She says smiling. Luna blushes and looks away. "Don't be shy, Loons, it's not a bad thing. Actually, I've never...."

"MOTHERFUCKING LUNATIIIIC!!!!!" Ashley's words are lost in the air as Tommy bum rushes Luna with a huge bear hug, swinging her high.

She laughs, once back on solid ground. "How are you, Doll?" She asks smiling.

"Great!" He replies. Colson has joined them and has his arm draped around Luna. She looks up at him.

"Do you feel alright?" She asks.

"Baby, I feel fucking WONDERFUL!!!" He shouts before leaning down to kiss her.

Tommy interrupts them "This is cool. Kinda wondering, though, what's gonna happen with a Lunatic, hanging out with this fucking maniac." referring to Colson. "I can't wait to see the shit the two of you get into!!" he laughs.

One look. Colson leans back down to kiss Luna knowingly.

"Outside to smoke and refill?" Luna asks, lifting her cup.

"You read my mind, Beautiful." replies Colson with a grin. "Oh, and put your number in my fucking phone too." He says, handing it to her as he easily leads her RIGHT outside. FINALLY. She looks up at him satisfied and happily obliges. As she pulls a cigarette out, he reaches over. "Let me get that for you." He's offering up his open flame.

"Jesus Christ he's on fucking point." She thinks smiling as she leans in.

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The party rages on. Manson pops in. Dildos are given as gifts. Baze gets so high he almost falls through a table. A fist fight breaks out and an orgy happens in the pool. People begin to pass out or leave. Luna decides she's gonna stay with Colson, they're both still pretty functional and are enjoying each other's company. She promises Ashley she'll call her when she wakes up and will have Colson drop her off once he heads home tomorrow.

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Pete lays on the couch in the living room. He can't help but worry about his friends. He's known Luna for ages, so long that he knew Justin too. They were both two of his closest friends coming up.

"Fuck, Man. Why you'd have to do it?" He thinks of Justin sadly. Colson is also one of his best friends and Pete knows his demons too. As always his mind drifts to his dad. "UGH! So much fucking death. I can't deal with this tonight." He thinks as he pops a kpin, rolls over and tries to think about anything other than heartache.

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Colson and Luna sit pool side, holding hands while her head rests against his upper arm. Intimate conversation dripping all night. Leaving them both to think....

"I wonder if I should tell her..." He ponders.

And

"How do I even tell him something like this. He's gonna fucking RUN." She worries.

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To be continued....

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