#just. who the fuck do you think you are to go chopping down a forest

[dominantslasherking]

(whatever character cause i can't think of anyone rn lol) who's obsessed with and obsessed with pleasing the reader? like would absolutely do anything to worship him

Jed Olsen/Ghostface [DBD] With dominant male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Jed was extremely hyper and more excited about his killing rounds today, specifically because the newest killer [Name] which the entity is known to favor most of the time, is going to be on a duo kill session with him.

And god was Ghostface obsessed with this handsome killer, just seeing him walking around with his weapon got Jed all riled up. Of course [Name] wasn't a completely silent killer, when he did talk his voice was so fucking husky that Jed nearly jumped the killers bones every time he hears him speak.

Jed was simply glad the entity decided to change the games up a bit, with more survivors in the round and more killers to even it out, "Heyy, buddy--ole pal!~" Jed teased his smaller frame walking right next to your right side his mask was pointed upwards to look at you since you were much taller then he was.

You simply stayed silent looking down at the other killer both of you felt your bodies tingle, meaning you were getting teleported into the map.

Once you were teleported you wasted no time searching for survivors, Jed following you eagerly, once Jed spotted a survivor who was hiding, he smirked under his mask, taking the chance to sneak up behind the survivor and slash at their back.

Jed grabbed the survivor and placed his knife on their neck, "Listen here bitch, if I even see you struggling just a tiny bit I'm going to slice my neck into your flesh and then chop your head off!" Jed hissed into the Survivors ear, before gripping the survivor's hair with his free hand.

He threw the survivor at your feet, "I got this one for you.." Jed bashfully whispered, kicking the survivor's stomach for trying to grip at your ankles. "You---stupid---!!!!STOP TRYING TO TOUCH HIM!" Jed screamed crazily, plunging his knife into the survivor's back, over and over, until his mask and the dirt was drenched in blood.

"I'm...oh gosh so sorry, I stole your kill--" Jed whimpered under your gaze noticing you tilting your head at him, his heart beating rapidly at your full attention. "I was, just so jealous, I'm your number 1 fan after all" Jed slowly whispered getting up off his feet, Jed could hear your slow deep breaths, "Are you angry?" Jed asked leaning against your chest in a testing manner.

Jed felt something hard press against him, causing him to freeze, his body shaking a little from the realization passing through him. "Oh....ohhh~" Jed let out a little chuckle as he pressed himself harder against your body, his hand sliding down to grab your hard length.

"Fuck, is this for me? You're so fucking huge, oh god, oh god!" Jed pushed the dead body out of the way getting on his knees, he was about to release your cock from your clothes but was interrupted by a survivor running past.

Ghostface shot up, "I'll get them, okay? Then I will help you with your...problem---big problem, later, after the games~" Jed purred, his thoughts filled with lust at taking your cock for himself.

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The game had finished, obviously, the two killers winning, right now both Jed and [Name] were currently somewhere in the killer's section of the forest, far away from the survivor's border or any other slashers.

Jed's mask was on the floor, relentlessly sloppy and wet gagging sounds filling the entire area.

Tears glittered in his eyes as you were gripping his soft hair and fucking his wet craven mouth. Jed was sucking in his cheeks letting his tongue run along your cock eagerly, his saliva going all over as he choked on your cock.

His throat was being stretched open from your length sliding in and out of it, it was obvious that this wasn't the first round as Jed's face, was covered in cum, and there was cum dripping out of his mouth and onto his neck.

With a pop You slid out of his mouth, Jed suddenly caught his breath and looked at you, "Pleaseee~Cmon please~ I really want more of your cum!~" Jed cried out, his hand resting on your thigh as he opened up his mouth, showing you the cum on his tongue as he stuck it out eagerly to taste more of your cock and the sweet nectar that flowed down his throat.

You complied, jamming your cock back in, at the clearly happy Slasher who looked up at you as he took your cock inside his mouth.

#yandere danny johnson x reader #yandere danny johnson x male reader #yandere danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x male reader #yandere jed olsen x reader #jed olsen x male reader #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen #yandere jed olsen x male reader #yandere ghostface #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x reader #yandere ghostface x male reader #yandere ghostface x reader #ghostface #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x male reader

[loaksbabyy]

why not me?—lo’ak x metkayina!reader

summary: we love a sensitive girlyyy, loak is wayyy to head over heals for tsireya to even acknowledge the humongous crush you have on him.

warnings: none but some cryin

a/n: this is so ass buttt there will be a part 2.and i don’t think i proof read good enough lol..

you couldn’t get that image out of your head.

loak completely dominating tsireya with his tongue, caressing her cheeks with one hand and the other on her waist.

you wanted to die, dramatic no? but that’s how you felt.of course you knew lo’ak wasn’t interested in you but a part of you still had a teeny tiny bit of hope.

you stormed off from this horrifying scene not caring if you were seen or heard.tears carelessly fell down your face as you staggered through the forest not really in a rush to get back home.

“oh ewya, why doesn’t lo’ak see me.” you asked in a hushed voice looking up for an answer.sure it was just a kiss but those were seemingly special to you, and lo’ak had his with someone who wasn’t you which made you crumble inside.

“hi ma” you entered your mauri pod greeting your mother, you sat down next to her to help with the fruits she was chopping up.

“hello my beautiful daughter.” she wholeheartedly smiled at you, luckily she hadn’t noticed the way your face slightly cringed and shy’d away when you heard the word ‘beautiful’ being used on you.

“so, how’d training the sully’s go.”she asked still having her full attention on the fruits.you hesitated to answer still having loaks and tsireyas kiss replay in your head.

“it was great! they’re quick learners.” you complimented them getting up from where you sat the remove your belt, bows, and knifes placing them all on the table.

“well that is good, tonowari wants you and tsireya to help them a bit more in a bit.” she told you causing to you sigh in annoyance.she looked over at the cot you were sat criss cross on, a small frown appeared on her face “you do not enojy training them?” she questioned.

“no! i do! it’s just.. i get tired sometimes y’know.” you whispered the last part fidgeting with your loincloth.she nodded understanding how you said you ‘felt’ when really that’s not the reason at all.

you heard heavy foots steps outside of your mauri pod and heard a familiar voice speak, “y/n, it’s neteyam you ready to go?” he asked waiting for your response, your eyes widened as you hurriedly stood up walking towards the door but before you opened it you fixed your top and ran your fingers through your long jet black hair touching it up a bit.

“see you later mama.” you bent down giving your mom a kiss as she warned you to be safe.you opened the flap to reveal neteyam resting on one of his legs so his hip gently poked out and his arms were crossed against his chest signaling he was in no rush.

“ready?” he placed a hand on your shoulder as you nodded.

…

“demon blood, that’s all they see!” you and neteyam watched from a far behind of couple of tress as the tense, yet confusing, scene unfolding in-front of you.the spot you and tsireya were supposed to be training the boys at was now occupied by this,

“lo’ak..i-i see you.” tsireya stuttered wrapping her whole hand around his ‘extra finger’, giving him those prefect fucking doe eyes.

right then and there you felt like your whole world came crashing down.you know what this means?they’lre definitely gonna be mates.you hadn’t even heard lo’aks response you just let a loud sob escape from your mouth.you quickly covered your mouth but neteyam already heard, “y/n, you ok?.” his face filled with concern knowing what the real problem is.

“y-yea ‘just stepped on the thorn.” you lied.

everyone knew you had a big crush on lo’ak, it was very fucking obviously so for him to not notice and be a damn knuckle head angered neteyam, you did not deserve his little bothers games.he could not say he didn’t know, the way you spoke to him? the way you’d get flustered from any contact with him. or did he actually not fucking know?

from the corner of your eye you could see loak reaching for her top, before you saw anymore you turned your face towards neteyam. “c-can we please go, neteyam?” you begged barely above a whisper but he still heard.

“well uhm..here they come..

#loak imagine #avatar #loak x you #avatar smut #loak smut #loak fic #neteyam #angst #tsireya #loak sully #neteyam sully #jakesully #fluff #this is horrible #tips?? #avatar 2022 #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water

[lvndrlondonfog]

ok so basically I saw your post asking for prompts and I have been thinking for days about cat good omens . again. let me explain

so a while back I wrote a super fucking long cat omens fic (long for me at least) where they’re stray cats, it’s called strays on the street, almost 60k words. BUT in my head is ANOTHER CAT AU where they are warrior cats ok idk if you’ve ever read those books but there’s hundreds of them and they’re about clans of cats who fight and hunt and fuck and it’s crazy and not child appropriate. I was reading cats get mauled and give birth graphically in 2nd grade but anyway I WANNA READ THEM AS WARIROR CATS OR WRITE IT MAYBE?? Cuz all I’ve written is this snippet from my notes app from weeks ago

/ “I’m sorry,” Serpentfang gurgled, his eyes rolling back in his head, his paws convulsing as he tried to reach for Angelwing. But the white tom stepped back. /

NO CONTETX NOTHING IDK WHAT

but anyway i also need more fanart and fic of crowley with greying hair. same with azi tbh but especially Crowley i want them growing old together in the sense that they don’t have to grow old but they choose to :) ))) also i want an au where crowley becomes Duke of hell post s2 just to send petty notes through heavens administration

SORRY MY ADHD DOES NOT LET ME HAVE A STRAIFHT LINE OF THOUGHT AJSSJDK anyway i am all for new tumblerers and if you have an ao3 or something id love to follow it incase you do write or post anything! <3 random ideas to shoot at ya: sailor aziraphale x siren Crowley, crowley pretending to date furfur post s2 to get supreme archangel aziraphale’s attention, muriel trying to get Crowley and aziraphale back together PARENT TRAP STYLE, orrrr yknow what sweet and fluffy aziraphale reading and drinking tea in south downs cottage while snake Crowley listens to him read aloud and sips from his cup with his silly forked tongue

GO CRAZY (and also be my mutual? 💍)

OH ABSOLUTELY. Warriors cats was my SHIT growing up, and sosososos many ideas I cannot thank you enough: I’ll link one of my fics below and I just started writing so they aren’t AMAZING but decent I think still!!! Ones about Angel Crowley finding inspiration for the entire universe after one (1) passing glance at a specific Angel and the other about Crowley struggling a bit after the fall, past angst but wings and fluff!!!

THOUGH I ABSOLUTELY GET ZERO STRAIGHT LINES OF THOUGH FELLOW ADHDER SO LEMME SEE IF I CAN RESPOND TO ALL OF THESE AKFKRLS

So basically I have also thought about warrior cats au before and BASICALLY

Crowley is a dark forest cat (kicked out like Ashfur) and Aziraphale is a Starclan cat!!!! Remember in the first books when they have to move from the original forest bc it was getting chopped down? Instead of moving, Starclan saw no way out of that and was like “what if they all just die instead than problem solved and we never have to worry about issues ever again?”

Crowley and Aziraphale are obviously like NO THATS A BAD IDEA and after an accidental meeting at the foggy border between Starclan and the dark forest, they are both elected by their respective forces to take over two clan’s medicine cat’s bodies and make sure that the 9 layers of Armageddon that Starclan is sending to wipe out the clans will go through. Instead, they try to thwart things while each dealing with clan life once again, and of course, shenanigans ensue!

Okay growing older I literally love the idea of as they drift further from their respective sides, they lose more and more of their ethereal powers, but it means they can be together and be left alone. While it’s a sacrifice that they’re both willing to make, it does come with some unintended side effects (mostly for Crowley; human bodies don’t tend to handle a million year free-style dives into pits of boiling sulphur too well) but they again find ways. Essentially a lot of fluff post-Armageddon’t and s2 in the South Downs Cottage????

And thirdly what if post S2, Crowley doesn’t really know what to do with himself but he’s PISSED. And there is no more “their” side, only Crowley’s side and he’s not exactly thrilled to be back alone. He has nothing else to do and he wants petty revenge, so he matched Aziraphale’s position as Supreme Archangel as a Duke Of Hell, mainly as an excuse to fuck with Aziraphale and make sure that Aziraphale won’t be able to forget about him any time soon, because Crowley certainly hasn’t thought about him.

AND TWO SPLIT ROUTES ONE ANGST ONE CRACK

1) With nobody left on Earth, Crowley and Aziraphale are out of the loop and before they realize it, the second coming had happened. Earth is dead, and Heaven and Hell are preparing for war once again. Meeting on the battlefields, each full of anger and with nothing left to go back to, what will happen? Either they fight and one accidentally wounds the other before they’re both like OH SHIT WAIT WAIT WAIT THIS IS STUPID MISTAKES HAVE BEEN MADE or one is hurt by the enemy side and found by the other; how do they stick together when no place is safe anymore?

OR NOT HORREDNOUS ANGST

2) Crowley finds out about the second coming, which he doesn’t think Aziraphale knows about, and vice Versa. Cue notes with ridiculous clues and stupid Spelling Things Out with random capitals to send a message, and completely obliviousness on both sides because they’re too desperate to get their own sides across that they don’t even stop to consider that the other may Also be trying to send a message. Cue increasingly grand gestures from both sides before Aziraphale shows up at Crowley’s office holding the Son of God, and they have to figure out how to stop the second coming while finding out ways to acknowledge the emotional damage they both still carry from their last meeting in the bookshop

Sailor x Siren writes itself: maybe shipwrecked Aziraphale finds Very Almost Miraculously Convenient things on this abandonded island that he’s trying to survive on, before one night he finds a certain someone repairing the broken boat little by little. They get scared off before they can talk but Azi leaves an offering back, and cue not-meeting-but-absolutely-communicating until actual meeting than bam! Eventually they both realize that there’s nobody getting him off this island and the ultimate choice for Aziraphale to drown and become a siren too, he takes the offer and is literally just held by siren!Crowley as he takes his last breath and a bit of suspense before BOOM REBORN HAPPY ENDING YIPEE!!

Than dating Furfur to cause jealousy, specifically knowing how similar the two can look, Crowley makes it VERY obvious that he’s complimenting and highlighting all the similar traits of Aziraphale but TO SOMEONE ELSE. Aziraphale refuses to directly confront but cue more and more aggressive signs from the heavens that try to break them apart that Crowley keeps spinning into good things. Aziraphale convinces Muriel child-of-divorce style to miraculously decorate the bookshop that Crowley had been living in to an EXTREME for Valentine’s Day, and Crowley spins it into ‘I did this myself’ for FurFur. Eventually, Aziraphale gets so spun up that he can no longer focus on the planning (or thwarting) of the second coming and gets so pissed with Crowley little shithead antics that he leaves the rambunctious 10 yo son of Christ at the door, with a small note reading something along the lines of ‘Fine, deal with this yourself than; PS this is Jesus!’ And the exact opposite silence, Crowley flailing to win Aziraphale’s good graces and communicate with him, handling Jesus, and dealing with some growing guilt after Furfur genuinely seemed to become attached. Not sure how this would end, but probably Crowley working through everything on his own, separate sides angst, alternating POV chapters, and they ultimately team up again to solve all the issues

Also for Parent trap Au: Muriel and the Bentley power-duo: Crowley’s depressed so Muriel can use the Bentley, and it drives Muriel places and hints at what to do next ect ect while Muriel figures out human stuff, romance, heaven, and after numerous failed attempts- a happy ending for the wonderous Mr.Fell and Mr.Crowley who had taken her in before!

Also Absolutely Dyslexic Crowley having pretended to just really hate books for the longest time, but Aziraphale eventually noticed that Crowley struggles to read menus and other stuff too- just poor eyesight and with knowledge being the root of the original sin, heaven found it quite ironic to block that in more than a few ways for the very demons who perpetuate sin! Confrontation, and eventually Crowley gives in and cue absolute fluff; Aziraphale reads and finds a new side of Crowley, who despite what he had spent many years convincing himself, actually ends up enjoying various things and even asking further questions and speculating and thinking about things (which Aziraphale is more than thrilled about to finally have someone to discuss with!)

Also I am currently on SOS Internet on the drive home, so I can’t risk opening a new webpage lest everything is risked but my Ao3 is LvndrLemonade! Top two fics are what I was talking about earlier and I will absolutely keep you updated on these ideas!!!!!!!!! Thank you for allowing me to yell I love all of tjeese sosososso much oh my god

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable #ineffable idiots #au #good omens au #fanfic #good omens fanfic #ideas #prompts #oh my god I’m so sorry this is so long #though not really sorry #GIVE ME YOUR FEEDBACK ARE THESE DECENT IDEAS PLEASE

[dmwrites]

It all thundered in Tango’s head over and over like waves crashing against the rocks in a storm. The crops. The empty pen. The teasing. The fire. The fire. Scar running away, lighter still lit. The fire.

He was vaguely aware of Jimmy thanking everyone who came to help out out the ranch. He kept yelling over him, only to be gently pushed back. He felt bad, but he had to scream. He had to.

Jimmy’s hands were cool on his face, on his neck and arms. Everyone was gone. They were back in the ruins of The Ranch. Jimmy was pushing Tango into the middle of the floor, and dumped a bucket of water on his head.

“Ah!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Tango blinked through the water and shook his head like a dog. Jimmy was pacing back and forth in front of him, holding his hands. “I had to put you out- you were burning!”

Tango noticed Jimmy’s hands, which were a blistering red. “Oh no. Jimmy, did I burn you?” Curse his fire-born background. He took Jimmy’s hands and examined them. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re just mad, is all. I get it! We will get revenge!” Jimmy spoke grandly, but grimaced when he moved his hands.

“Here, put some snow on the burns.” Tango said, getting some from a chest. “It’ll soothe it. I’m going to go chop some wood. Yeah, chop some wood.”

“I mean, could it wait until tomorrow?” Jimmy looked anxious. “Tango, I know you’re feeling rash and upset and I am too, but we need to plan! We need to rebuild!”

Tango had to calm his heartbeat, because it was Jimmy’s too, and if this was going to happen he needed to calm down just enough.

Tango took some deep breaths. “Yes. I agree. Planning. Scar is a lot smarter then he acts. I’m going to go chop some wood, I mean it. It’s relaxing for me. I promise I won’t go looking for Scar. I promise.”

Their heartbeats were slowing down. Jimmy physically relaxed, almost going limp. “Okay. Go on then. See you later.” He stumbled to bed and just sat there. The wind came through one of the many holes in the house and ruffled his hair.

Tango grabbed his axe and walked over to Jimmy. “Hey Jim?”

“Yeah?” Jimmy looked up at him with those lovely brown eyes.

“Love you.” He leaned down and kissed Jimmy on the forehead.

“Love you too.” Jimmy smiled.

And yes, it wasn’t Scar’s that Tango went to. But it wasn’t the forest, either. Tango tripped his way down the ravine Impulse had once shown him, a crude set of stairs illuminating his true path. It was evening, it was quiet out. He had very little time left, Tango knew that, so he went as fast as he could.

He fell into the ancient city through a hole in the ceiling. It hurt- Jimmy would be concerned.

A shriek. Then darkness.

Strike one.

He ran through the city, and his footsteps should have echoed back to him like thunderous applause, but it all got absorbed by the blue and black.

But still, a shriek. Then darkness.

Strike two.

“Come on out and face me, motherfucker!” Tango screamed, standing in front of the enchanter, spreading his arms wide.

A shriek. Then darkness. Then, a horrible, wet, explosion from right in front of him.

Strike three.

And there it was. The warden, keeper of the ancient city, towered above him. Tango’s heart pounded, and yet he couldn’t stop smiling. It was a terrible, horrible grimace that kept him from running, but a smile nonetheless.

The warden stood there, looking down at Tango, and for one moment, there was dead silence. A man and a monster, equals in seeking out what it must do. And then the warden pulled its head back and screamed, and Tango screamed too.

And then, Tango was awake. And it felt so fucking good. He was tangled with Jimmy in the tiny bed they had always shared, where they whispered about the future together. But the future was gone- the future was now. Tango stood up in the still-charred ruins of The Ranch, pulling Jimmy up with him. Jimmy’s eyes were as red as Tango’s now, and a painfully wide smile cracked the skin of his face.

“I think it’s time to go hunting, my dear.” Tango whispered. Their communicators were going off, and Tango already knew what they said. Run Scar. Run.

“I can’t help but agree.” Jimmy grabbed two swords, and tossed one to Tango. “Finally. God. Finally.”

The two ran, swords out and murder thundering in their veins. The forest burst into fire around them, as Tango, his whole body alive with flames that clawed the air five feet above him, ran past the trees. Tango blew his horn, and Jimmy followed suit, and now it wasn't something to be ignored. Now, the cry of their horns were a hunting call that needed no answer.

#June 26 2022 #fic #double life smp #dlsmp #tangotek #Jimmy is there too:) #team rancher #trafficshipping #long post #aaaaaa!!!!! #for favs

[punk4ndisorderly]

light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XV XVI - this here and now with you XVII

Y/N felt like she could walk on air, an unwavering sense of gleefulness washing over her as she watched two of the people she loved most in the world walk down as a married couple. After all that River and David had gone through, they deserved, more than anyone else, a happy ending.

“I have a feeling your dress was made by tiny forest fairies that decided you were their new muse, henceforth ending up creating the masterpiece you’re wearing right now.” David's sister-in-law conjectured, with a nasally voice, approaching the doctor and intertwining her arm with hers, obliviously walking right past loverboy.

“Yes, the designers and dressmakers at Chloé do have magical hands.” she chuckled, patting the hand that rested on her arm. “Where were you sat? I don’t think I saw you from up there.”

“In the back. Leo always needs to pee at the worst times, so I figured if he needed to go during the ceremony it'd be the best way not to interrupt."

“Aw, honey…” Y/N laughed. "How are you feeling?”

“The fever’s down.” Sean's wife replied. “I’m on ibuprofen and a pretty strong cough syrup, so the reception should be fun!”

The two women followed the crowd to the venue, where they found Y/N's favorite duo, whose ties were already on their heads and dress shirt’s first two buttons had magically been undone, greeting everyone that walked past them with a goofy, but courteous bow.

“Dudette!” Alex called out. “Over here!”

“What did I tell you about drinking before meals?” Y/N scolded playfully after saying goodbye to Leo's mother.

“Relax, Junior, we haven’t been drinking. It’s a wedding though, so my partner and I are ready to wreak havoc together.” the curly-haired man snickered, rubbing his hands together.

“Are you sure about that?” Y/N smirked, motioning her head towards Trevor, who had quickly stepped away from them to join Jack and Quinn.

“Oh for fuck’s sake… It’s like they’re attached to the hip. Jack bats his pretty lashes at him and boom, I’m chopped up liver! Unbelievable!” he huffed.

The doctor wrapped an arm around his shoulders. She took the tie from Alex's head and handed it back to him.

“Come on, let’s find our seats. You can tell me all about it while I’m feasting on hors d’oeuvres. You’re not allowed to use the tie on your head until about fifty percent of the guests are drunk, though.” Y/N stated, spotting Jack in the distance.

By the entrance, a large gold-plated seating chart divided the guests into twelve tables, each one named after an European capital. Alex scanned through the perfectly designed poster, finding himself and his friends placed in number three, Paris.

“Great, the city of love… When my woman is so far away…” he groaned, his shoulder slumping as he headed to their table. “Just my luck.”

Y/N glanced around once more, fascinated by the beautiful vines hanging in the log trellis where they stood, the ethereal aura of the breathtaking venue standing out more than ever now that the afternoon sun shone upon it. She wondered if she could freeze that moment in time and revisit it as many times as she desired. The doctor loved everything about it: the pond, the reception area, the exquisite view and the company. Joey's presence would’ve made it an absolutely perfect day. Her daughter informed her, during the call Y/N had made after going up to her brother's room, that she had gone to the beach that morning, pretending to be Ariel with the aid of Charlie's father.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear Jack's steps as he closed the distance between them, his hands once again buried in his pockets.

“Paris, hu?”

The coach's daughter smiled up at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hmm, seems like it.” she confirmed, reading the rest of the tables’ names: Madrid, Prague, London, Berlin, Rome, Lisbon, Budapest, Athens, Bern, Stockholm and Vienna.

How convenient, he thought, well aware of the promise he’d made to himself that he’d finally let Y/N know about everything that had been going through his brain for the past month. Even though Jack couldn’t quite explain it himself and it made him feel uneasy, the idea of giving up what could very well be his last change was driving him crazy. Who was he right now? A seventeen-year-old version of himself? He hadn’t been as neurotic about a conversation since his mom and dad had told him it was time to talk about the birds and the bees.

“River wanted each table to have traditional food from the capitals they represent. We’re having… Let me see… Ratatouille. And for dessert… Crème brûlée.”

“Mmm…” he muttered, his trance broken by the beautiful woman’s voice.

“How beautiful was the wedding?” she gushed, the giddiness in her spirit having yet to subside. “How beautiful is this?”

Not nearly beautiful as you.

“It’s pretty great.” Jack agreed, mimicking his temporary roommate, and looking around, pretending not to notice the way her eyes were glistening as she marveled at the sight of the newlyweds, who were making their big entrance.

“Oh, come on. I saw you getting all emotional during the ceremony.” the doctor teased.

“I think that might have been around the time Trevor decided to pinch me. I don’t know what’s up with people doing that today, but - ”

“Why the hell would he pinch you?”

Because I was staring at you like a lost puppy.

“He’s a weird dude.”

That should hold it.

“Mm, yeah, I know…” Y/N agreed, adjusting the tassels of her dress. “But, hey, either we continue discussing how much of an odd duck Z is or we can sit down and eat. I vote for the latter, because I am starving.” she admitted, a growling sound coming from her stomach. “See?”

Jack let out a loud laugh, placing his large hands on her shoulders and leading her to their assigned table, only to be stopped by her father.

“What the hell are you guys doing? It’s photo time!” he announced, grabbing their arms and practically dragging them to the gazebo attached to the log trellis, where they could hear and see the small streams of the pond, the amazing lighting being perfect for the photographs to be taken.

David’s parents were posing for their picture with the beautiful couple, the four of them smiling contently, David's father looking almost like he was about to cry. The pair glanced at each other, admiring how endearing the scene was.

“Okay, now you guys step in.” Coach instructed, on complete fill-in wedding planner mode. “Thank you, Eric and Rachel.”

“Both of us?” the brunette man asked, waving his index finger between him and the doctor.

“Yes, Hughes. Both of you. Go.”

Y/N shrugged, chuckling, taking note of how weddings could turn cool, calm and collected Coach Y/L/N into a stress ball, worriedbabout his son and his husband having the time of their lives. Placing a hand on River's back and another one on his arm, she grinned widely.

Her counterpart stood on the other side, right next to David, trying to dissimulate his amusement at his old Coach's attempt at getting genuine smiles out of them by making faces behind the photographer’s back. He remembered his father doing the exact same thing whenever he took him to get his pictures taken when he was little.

“Okay, now can get one of Y/N and River? Then one of Hughes and Y/N?” Coach requested.

The couple and their guests didn’t dare to deny his request, more like a subtle order, switching positions, with David and Jack stepping aside for Y/N and River to shine. Like two angels that had descended from heaven to grace their presence, the groom and his maid of honor had their own little impromptu shoot, with their father being pulled in halfway through.

“As fun as this is, we need to get everyone’s pics, so… Hughes, get your ass over here so I can release you both from photo duty.”

Jack obeyed his command, taking the groom's spot by Y/N's side. He was slightly taken aback when the woman he’d been admiring all day spontaneously rested her head against his toned chest, an arm snaking around his waist and a hand placed a few inches above his sculpted abs. The Devils' player held her close, rejoicing internally at how, once again, Y/N seemed so comfortable being so close to him.

The photographer gave them a countdown, taking the first picture at one and preparing himself to take a couple of spare ones. As he did, YN's stomach growled, reminding her and her company she was in desperate need of food.

The pair burst into laughter, ending up with a wonderful candid of sheer happiness in result, as everyone around them swooned over the chemistry that oozed out of the two friends.

“That’s it, Lois and Clark. Thank you for your patience and photogenic faces. You’re free to go.”

“Finally!” Y/N extolled, kissing her father's cheek and rushing out of the gazebo, followed closely by Aleksander.

“Tell Quinn and Cole it’s their turn!” Coach called out, ushering a couple of David's relatives in while at it.

Y/N filled a plate with the small entrées five waiters were walking around serving, taking a bite out of one of them.

“So good!” she moaned out of pure pleasure, making Jack chuckle as she took another appetizer from the waitress’ tray and placed it on her plate. “Quinny, Cole, your turn."

"I'm going to look like a kid between his mom and dad in those pictures." Alex groaned.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure Coach will make us go together.” Trevor tried to comfort him.

Y/N and Jaxk sat next to each other as if it was a natural instinct, missing the knowing looks shared between their friends when all the seats at their table were finally taken, as they ate their hors d’oeuvres in a comfortable silence, not needing to exchange words to let the other know they were appreciating their company.

 *

The newlyweds roamed around the venue, chatting away with their relatives and close friends, reminding him of the conversation he and River had had that morning. He was right, there was no way he'd get enough to eat throughout the night. He watched as he kissed his husband’s hand sweetly, waltzing to another table.

“Il n’y a q’un bonheur dans la vie: c’est d’aimer et d´être aimé.” Y/N mumbled, noticing the small smile adorning his handsome face.

His attention was brought back to the gorgeous woman sat next to him, facing her with a quizzical look.

“There is only one happiness in life: to love and to be loved.” she translated. “It’s only fitting we speak French, since we’re having dinner in Paris…”

“Yes, of course…” he nodded. “Unfortunately, the only thing I know how to say in French is bonjour.” Jack joked, undoing his bow tie and the first two buttons of his white shirt.

“Oh Rowdy, I’ve still got so much to teach you.” Y/N sighed, patting his head condescendingly.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh yeah?”

“Don’t doubt it for a second.”

*

Mr. Sawyer, David’s father, lightly tapped the tip of the microphone set at the small stage where the live band had been playing instrumentals of the couple’s favorite songs.

“How’s it going?”

All the guests cheered in response, some hooting, some whistling loudly.

“After the meal, come the speeches. You know the drill, right? Keep in mind, the maid of honor probably thought long and hard about what she was going to say, while the best man, my son Sean, to be fair, probably wasn’t aware he was supposed to speak. Anyway… Y/N, you’re up.”

“Oh god.” Y/N said under her breath, grasping her champagne glass with her right hand, while Jack squeezed the other one reassuringly.

A roar of applause encouraged her to address the bride and the grow the few words she had prepared the day River had asked her to be his right-hand woman. Clearing up her throat, she quickly shook off her nerves, beaming brightly at the audience.

“In case you can’t tell… I’m pretty much ecstatic to be here today. Yeah, we’ve got lots of insanely good food and drinks for free, an amazing view and warm weather, but the best part about this specific Sunday is that these two have tied the knot. A round of applause for the newlyweds, everybody!” Y/N chanted, clapping. “I was asked to come up here and give a speech about love. I’ll try to keep it realistic. Love is, undoubtedly, a huge leap into the unknown. You can play it cool and say you’re totally in control of your feelings and every situation that stems from being irreversibly in love with someone, but, in the end, you’re still jumping off a cliff with a blindfold covering your eyes, hoping someone’s down there waiting to catch you. Love isn’t always easy. But it’s worth it. Oh, god, it’s so worth it! Like Gloria Steinem once said: taking to the road – by which I mean letting the road take you – changed who I thought I was; the road is messy in the way that real life is messy. It leads us out of denial and into reality, out of theory and into practice, out of statistics and into stories – in short, out of our heads and into our hearts. She’s a certified badass and I completely agree with her: real life and real love are messy. We only know what it’s really like when we live it. Never be afraid to take a risk and experience everything love provides you. I’m more than certain that you too, like many others before, will beat statistics and make your love story as epic as every great tale ever told.” she concluded, raising her glass for a toast. “Cheers to River and David. May they find everlasting happiness!”

The beautiful woman stepped aside after drinking a small amount of the expensive champagne, blowing a kiss to the grooms, both trying to keep it together, waiting for David’s best man, his brother, to give his own speech.

Sean Sawyer grasped the microphone ceremoniously, saluting everyone with and and motioning for people to remain quiet, leaning in his lips touched the windscreen.

“What she said.” he jested, running off the stage to avoid his brother’s annoyed eye roll, as everyone laughed over his antics. That was Sean for you.

Y/M/N climbed on stage next, tucking a loose strand of silky hair behind her ear.

“Y/N and Sean, everybody!” she crowed. “Now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for…”

Back to her seat, Y/N eagerly awaited for her mother to announce the indie singers she had hired to perform the first dance’s song. River had begrudgingly given her permission to surprise him with the person who’d belting out the lyrics to one of his favorite songs of all time while he danced with David for the first time as a married man.

“The first dance! River and David, please step up to the dancefloor. To perform Leather and Lace, Lola Ivy and George Morris!”


River cheered loudly, covering his mouth with his hands as the very talented musician he had been following on Spotify for months entered the log trellis in a navy-blue suit.

Y/N had managed, through Jack, who actually knew them, to get a hold of the duo and begged them to accept the gig, so it wasn’t a surprise when George greeted her with a small hug, getting to the stage as the wedding band returned, ready to play.

“Actually, Lola is on vocal rest and couldn’t make it today, but I heard through a reliable source that the maid of honor is as good at singing as she is at persuading people to perform at weddings so… Y/N, will you be the Stevie Nicks to my Don Henley?” the bearded man asked.

Before she could refuse his offer, she was being pulled up from her chair and all but dragged towards the stage, smiling awkwardly at the very attractive musician leading her to her mike stand.

The reception venue went completely silent as the first chords to the song were herd. It was now nighttime, the fairy lights intertwined with the hanging vines providing the romantic setting for the specific moment.

Is love so fragile and the heart so hollow? Shatter with words, impossible to follow… You’re saying I’m fragile, I try not to be… I search only for something I can’t see. I have my own life and I am stronger than you know… But I carry this feeling, when you walked into my house, that you won’t be walking out the door… Still I carry this feeling, when you walked into my house, that you won’t be walking out the door.

Jack could only stare in awe, for what could be the millionth and one time since he’d known Y/N, as she stood next to his friend, her sweet voice once again raising goosebumps across his skin. He remembered the very first time he had met her: long hair pulled into a ponytail, a thousand-kilowatt smile. Weirdly enough, he was sure right then and there she was one of a kind. As he got to know her better throughout the years they spent together he learned Y/N Y/L/N could not be merely defined by being one of a kind: she was quirky, immensely talented, loving, devoted, smart and the greatest friend one can ever have.

Lovers forever, face to face. My city or mountains, stay with me stay… I need you to love me, I need you today… Give to me your leather, take from me my lace.

David lead River to the wooden dancefloor, their family and friends finally daring to join them as George started his verse. The couple moved in sync, as if they’d been dancing together their whole lives. It’s weirdly poetic and a little bit twisted how life can throw us the craziest curveballs, only to reward us later on after we made it out of the storm. River had set the precedent and Jack was determined to find his way home after being lost for what felt like a lifetime.

Sometimes I’m a strong man, sometimes cold and scared, and sometimes I cry… But that time that I saw you I knew with you to light my night, somehow I’d get by…

Y/N held both of her hands to her heart, pouring every bit of emotion into the duet. She could see the peaceful smile on her brother's lips as he danced with his head on his husband’s shoulder. Jack's piercing blue eyes locked with hers from table number three. The doctor felt something in the pit of her stomach. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think it was his doing. It couldn’t be, though.

The song soon came to an end, prompting the coach's daughter to do as her mother commanded her through hand gestures and proceed with the highly anticipated wedding tradition.

“Alright, all the unmarried ladies and gents head on to the dancefloor, it’s time to throw the bouquet!” Y/N announced. “You too, Z and Turc.”

“Nice!” her curly-haired friend hooted back, raising his empty glass.

The bouquet toss was quick and easy, the flowers ending up on their seventy-nine-year-old great-aunt’s hands, much to the younger guests’ dismay.

A new ballad begun, a Leon Bridges song, taking most of the couples and small children present to the dimly lit area. Alex snuck out to call his girlfriend, leaving a very bored Trevor eating his crème brûlée while the rest of his friends casually talked about everything and nothing.

“I’m going over to Lisbon to steal a couple of custard tarts, I’ll be right back.” Cole excused himself, not taking his eyes off table number seven, a few feet away.

“Custard tarts?” Jack mouthed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, don’t ask.” Quinn chuckled.

Seeing the blond man huff and puff over his current state of boredom, Y/N felt the need to put him out of his boredom and have him perk back up. Maybe just have him update her on his life. Placing her hands on the back of Jack's chair, she leaned over towards her friend, smiling sweetly.

“Get up, Zegras. You owe me a slow dance.”

“Since when?” he groaned, barely meeting her eyes.
“Since I’m… Your date.”

Trevor instantly perked up, dragging his chair back and taking off his suit jacket. “Are you serious?”

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

Jack laughed, admiring Y/N'a gesture. The Devils' player knew full-well she was intent on making sure everyone had a great time. Getting up, he walked to the sideline of the dancefloor, standing there debating with himself about whether he should ask the beautiful woman to dance or not.

Don't want to get ahead of myself, feeling things I've never felt… It's kind of hard for me to explain…her personality and everything brings me to my knees…

As she swayed graciously to the sound of George's voice, dancing with another man, he wondered if he had missed his opportunity. What if it had come and gone, like the tide that washes over the shore?

I want to take it slow but it's so hard… I love to see her face in daylight, it's more than just our bodies at night…But she's really tempting me… Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?

Should he take the plunge? Should he risk it all right here, right now? He knew he had to, he was determined to. Jack wasn’t going to back out. He was just… Afraid.

I'm scared to death that she might be it, that the love is real, that the shoe might fit. She might just be my everything and beyond…

The brunette man had met his share of women through his mid-teens and early adulthood, but he was certain that the maid of honor would always be the one he’d wonder about. Did she feel the same? Would he ever get the privilege to love her?

Oblivious to Jack's inner turmoil, the teacher wrapped her rams around Trevor's neck, motioning with her head towards the now empty gazebo.

“Z, what's the veredict on Tiffani with an i?”

“Hmm I thought we were heading into something…” he sighed. “But I don't think she gets me, you know?

“Well, someone will."

"Yeah... But in the meantime..."

"You want to go flirt with David's guests don't you?"

"There's that saying..."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't need to repeat it. Go on."

"Are you sure?"

"Go ahead, you perv. We'll talk about this after the wedding." Y/N urged, releasing him from her grasp and sending him on his way. “Wrap it!” she called out, watching him step out of the dancefloor.

Leo timidly tugged at the hem of her dress as she was left alone. She stooped down so they were at the same height, being careful not to lose her balance.
“Hey, buddy! What’s up?” the doctor asked, kindly.

“Do you want to…?” he mumbled, his eyes set on his new shoes.

“I’d love to, honey.” Y/N smiled, getting back ip, holding Leo’s small hands in hers. “Ready? One, two, three…”

The seven-year-old giggled loudly, counting steps along with his dance partner and being spun around a couple of times in a row.

“You’re a natural, Leo Sawyer!” Y/N cheered, picking him up and holding him on her hip, continuing to step on the imaginary square on the floor.

“Mind if I cut in?” Jack's velvety voice inquired, joining them where they stood.

“I don’t know if you can… Leo here is the best dancer at this wedding.” the coach's daughter avowed.

“Oh, come on. You have to at least check if I’m a fair contender to his title….” he pleaded, winking at David's nephew.

“Mmm…” Y/N pretended to be in deep thought, furrowing her brows before turning to the boy. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

“He can try.” he shrugged, waiting for the doctor to set him down before running off to his parents’ side.

Jack scoffed, facing the maid of honor so they could finally have their dance.

At that precise moment, though, Beyond gave place to The Proclaimer’s I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles), making the pair throw their heads back, laughing.

“I guess we’ll have to wait for a slow one, babe.” she stated while taking a break from singing the tune enthusiastically, making different voices as she did.

The Devils' player played along, bringing out his dorkiest side, normally hidden by his quiet and shy nature.

They jumped up and down, shouting da da da at the wrong time, embarrassingly so, looking around to check if anyone had heard them.

Thank god my heels aren’t that high, my feet would be killing me by now, she thought to herself, groaning internally at the prospect of having sore legs the next morning.

If anyone cared to observe them at that moment, they’d think they looked like a couple of young kids, belting out the lyrics to a song, filled with nostalgia for an era that was long gone.

Y/N saw the goofy, laid-back grin on Jack’s face and hers grew twice its size. The untied bow tie she’d messed up earlier, the unbuttoned collar, showing a little bit of his chest, the way he towered over har, made him look even more attractive than he already did. Jack Hughes was a sight to behold.

He noticed how her eyes bore into his own and the music seemed to fade out into the background, the people around them fading into faint blobs of color.

That moment, the dancing, the laughter and the song would stay with him until his heart stopped beating. Taking a deep breath, he stopped jumping, motioning for the brunette to do the same.

“Come on.” he said gently, grabbing her by the hand.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” the brunette man replied mysteriously, looking back at her with a smirk.

“You’re not going to, like, murder me with an axe, right?”

“Of course not. It’s a chainsaw.”

“You’re just full of funny today, aren’t you, Rowdy?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully.

“What can I say, I have a great sense of humor.”

 *

The fairy lights illuminated the way and the reception area could still be seen clearly from where they were when Jack halted his movements, right by four pine trees displayed in a row. He hesitantly let go of her hand, placing his on the bark of one of the tall trees.

“This is The Foursome Of Love.”

“Okay?” she chuckled, a confused look on her gorgeous face.

“I found these when I came out for a walk after lunch while you guys were getting ready. They have hundreds of inscriptions on them. Take a look.”

She came closer to the tree, taking the phone he’d handed her, using its flashlight to be able to read said scribblings. Tons of I love you’s and lovers’ initials were permanently carved into wood, from the bottom of the trunk as far up as her eyes could see. The same applied to the other three beside it.

“I asked one of the waiters about them and he said they represent four of the key pillars of any relationship: patience, respect, honestly, kindness and trust. Apparently, marking these beauties brings good luck to couples.” He explained, crouching down to try to find a sharp rock. “Afterwards, you have to ask for something your heart truly desires, whatever that means.”

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, clearly amused by his antics.

“Looking for something I can use to carve River and David’s initials here. They deserve a happy life together.

The doctor's heart skipped a beat at his kind intentions, ultimately deciding to join him on his quest for the edged flint.

“Will this do?”

Jack looked up, his lips contorting into a small smile.

“That’s perfect.” he vouched, taking the small pointy object from her hands.

Sure enough, the next song on the repertoire was Perfect. They could easily distinguish George's voice from where they stood, the beautifully written words reverberating between them.

“Woah…” the coach's daughter gasped. “River went all out on the sappy love songs, hu?

Her friend stopped what he was doing, diverting his attention back to her. “Don’t you like these?”

“Yeah, but I think I like upbeat love songs way better than ballads. Let’s pretend we’re dancing in the streets in Barcelona” she hummed softly, raising her arms over her head and doing her best to emulate a Flamenco dancer.

Jack dropped the rock he’d been using to leave a shaky token of the newlyweds’ love on one of Hidden Creek’s most famous trees, pulling her to him. It was bold, yes, but this was the moment he had been waiting the entire night for.

“Coming to collect that slow dance now, I see.” Y/N teased, letting her old friend hold her gently against his body.

“It’s now or never, right?”
I will not give you up this time, but darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own, and in your eyes you’re holding mine…

The moonlight lit her face up in all the right places, making her big, warm, loving eyes stand out even more now that he observed them up close. How could he have lived so many years without the incredible flutter he felt whenever her gaze caught hold of his? Her delicate touch raised goosebumps on his skin and her melodic laughter made its way into his ears.

Billions of stars looked down on the pair, illuminating the Summer sky as they silently let their undeniably strong chemistry do all the talking.

Baby I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms, barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath, but you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight…

Leaning down impossibly close to Y/N's face, he was surprised to find her staring at him in a complete daze, as if that moment was happening inside a dream. Their foreheads touched, neither one of them moving an inch to gain distance from the other.

“Weren’t you supposed to make a wish?” the teacher half-whispered, not breaking eye-contact with him.

“This. Here and now. With you. It’s all I could ask for.” he confessed, licking his lips slowly as he closed the mere inches separating their mouths from for the first time in ten years.

No Coach. No team. No other people around. This was real. This was Jack and Y/N.

Jack's lips moved slowly against Y/N's, his hands instantly finding their place holding her ace. He knew then he had been allowed to get a glimpse of heaven. How could a mere kiss make him feel like he was on top of the world? The Devils' player had kissed countless women countless times, but those kisses weren’t even half as good as this one. There was no doubt in his mind it was because this time there were strong feelings involved. It was a real kiss. Raw. Passionate. Liberating.

But then, she pulled back. Her eyes were wide open and she seemed jittery, running a couple of fingers through her lips as she tried to regain her breath.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Rowdy.” the doctor stuttered.

“I wanted to…” he admitted, daring to look her in the eye as he did.

The maid of honor stepped back, breaking free of his hold. Burying her hands in her hair, she paced back and forth as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“Oh god, please don’t… We can’t… This is wrong… I… Why?”

“Because you’re smart, witty, stubborn, kind, driven, loving, incredibly funny and astoundingly beautiful. When I first saw you today, I couldn’t breathe. Honestly, it happens every single time I see you. You make my heart beat faster each time those brown eyes of yours meet mine and I haven’t found a rational explanation for it yet, other than it means that I have feelings for you. I’ve thought about you every day since the reunion. Lately, every time something good or funny happens you’re the first person I want to tell it to. I know that his is a huge leap into the unknown and it could go terribly wrong, but for once in my life I’m not afraid of the consequences. What I am afraid is that if I let you go again without telling you how I feel, I’ll live the rest of my life wondering what could’ve been. I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I can’t. I like you, Y/N. And I think I might like you a lot.”

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Y/M/N - your mother's name

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes #cole caufield #team usa #hockey boys #hockey #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes fanfiction #fanfiction #blurb

[backtraf]

This one is a longer one. And it gets a little bit spicy.

Tim looked at Kelvin working away. His hoodie was off, and Tim swallowed thickly as he watched Kelvin swing the axe, watching his muscles flex. He blinked and shook his head, turning back to try and focus back on what he had been working on, but his mind kept drifting to Kelvin.

Licking his lips, he tried desperately to stop, but his mind kept showing him images of Kelvin laying on the bed, spread...

His mind came to a screeching halt when Kelvin stepped into his field of view, looking at him with concern. Tim's face turned bright red, and he cleared his throat. He was never going to get that courage. Kelvin had been seeing a girl back home, and he was probably desperate to get back to her. Here he was, fantasizing about fucking his best friend.

Kelvin signed, "Are you okay? It's pretty hot out, do you need water?"

Tim shook his head and replied, "I think I'm going to take a break. You should do the same."

Kelvin gave him a lopsided smile and nodded before going to rest by the forest pit, laying down in the grass. Tim sighed and watched him for a moment before running a hand through his hair. He couldn't keep this up.

A week passed, and Kelvin came up to him, a bit timid in his approach. Tim looked up from chopping wood and looked him over.

"Something wrong?" Tim asked.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Tim frowned at the question. "No, why would you ask that?"

"You..." Kelvin stopped for a moment, shifting on his feet. "You don't touch my hands anymore."

Tim blinked, his mouth falling open in surprise. He wasn't sure how to respond. "I don't know, didn't seem like I should. It looked like it made you uncomfortable."

He wasn't sure if that was true. Kelvin never told him to stop and didn't seem outwardly upset by it.

That answer didn't seem to be the right one as Kelvin dropped his shoulders, and he signed "okay" before walking away.

It was a few weeks later when Kelvin finally kissed him. Something short circuited in Tim's brain and he wished he could hold onto Kelvin forever. But of course, the insecurities crept back in.

Kelvin probably just did it to satisfy him. He didn't mean anything by it. What about that girl back home?

Once, Kelvin grabbed his arm as he was walking in the door to the cabin and shoved him against the wall before pressing his body close and nipping at his lower lip. Tim gasped at the suddenness but made no move, unsure of the situation. Kelvin pressed his lips against his, and only then did Tim respond, pulling Kelvin closer to deepen the kiss.

The kiss didn't last nearly long enough, and before he knew it, Kelvin was pulling away with a smirk and a quick gland down at the prominent tent in Tim's pants. Tim's face was flushed red, and he immediately tried to hide his shame.

The next time Tim was reading through the notes he had found, sitting in a chair by the fire. Suddenly, Kelvin was moving into his lap, making himself the only thing Tim could focus on. He straddled his lap and began kissing at Tim's neck, feeling the pulse point there pick up as he continued. He moved his hips and relished at the feeling of the other's breath hitching and the vibrations of the groan that followed.

He moved his onslaught to Tim's mouth, loving the way Tim's eyes fluttered and his eyes rolled back. He stopped after a few minutes and pulled away, looking in satisfaction at Tim's now messy hair. He looked both hurt and confused at the same time, his hands firmly gripping onto the edges of the chair. His chest was still heaving. If Kelvin wanted to play the teasing game, he could, too.

No, he couldn't. Who the fuck was he kidding? He spent all night thinking about that kiss and the teasing.

The next kiss was gentle and loving, without the heat of passion. Kelvin had been worried. He hadn't seen Tim in a couple of days, and he was about to go on another rescue mission when Tim suddenly stepped out of the trees looking exhausted. Kelvin ran into his arms and pulled him in for a kiss, his hands wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him close.

Tim was expecting teasing again, but Kelvin pulled away, concern shining in his eyes.

"You were gone longer than usual."

"Had to take the long way. Cannibals were everywhere. I'm sorry."

Kelvin shook his head. "I'm just glad you're safe."

Tim smiled and hesitated as he leaned down to give Kelvin another kiss. Kelvin smiled fondly and closed the distance.

"Does this mean you'll stop teasing me?" Tim asked once they pulled away again.

Kelvin smiled, a playful look in his eyes. "And miss seeing you all worked up and flustered? Never."

Tim doesn't think he'd trade that for the world.

#sons of the forest #sotf #sotf kelvin #the forest #tim sotf #sotf fanfic #sotf fanfiction #sotf tim x kelvin #kelvin is a tease #its canon now #i dont make the rules

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slenderman x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You are exactly, where he wants you.

Warnings: Kidnapping, bad relationship, neglect, abuse mention, grotesque imagery in one Offender sentence

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We were once normal, Slender and I. Or... err... as normal as a human and an eldritch creature falling in love can be in the first place. I would spend my days in my world; Going to work and making my own dinners and living in a studio apartment- and I would visit Slender on the weekends, and after work every now and then.

And that w o r k e d.

It worked for me, and it worked for him. He would get to live in his lonely world, the way he's always preferred it to be, and he would get to enjoy me too- in small bursts.

It was perfect, for the b o t h of us.

Until, of course, it wasn't. And I don't know to this day what made Slender become so impatient, so unreasonable. But one day he walked me down into the bowels of his damn mansion to 'show me something' and I walked willingly, idiotically, right on into my own prison.

He locked the door behind me and I haven't seen sunlight since- it’s been years.

And he still doesn't see me too often. I'm down here for him, surviving off Netflix and the tiny amount of human interaction I get when Masky - rarely Hoodie and never Toby, - brings me down my meals- but he barely says anything. Just 'Here', and most of the time not even that. Slender stay's up top, enjoying his solitude and the fact that I'm waiting down here, no matter what, just in case he wants me.

And I'm hanging off his visits like they're my lifeline.

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Long, spidery, pale fingers clench at the edges of his desk like his intention is to squeeze the wood for all its worth. To squash it, like it’s made of tin foil… and if he wasn't so in control of himself- knowing they're down under him, so close, does wonders. All he would need to do is teleport, and he would have them to himself for as long as he likes. So easy. His very own, personal energy source, - , then he would succeed.

Why are these imbeciles even here. Did I invite them? I think the fuck not.

Not saying anything, Slender just watches the scene. Offender and Zalgo playing their favourite damn game- Who's Dick is Bigger? Slender's inclined to tell them he's more than happy to chop them both off if that'll help- you know, remove the issue from the situation.

But he stays silent. He knows if he speaks, he's going to lose it on them.

He's this close to going down to visit Y/N, today. His sweetheart. He might need them, now. Just to rejuvenate himself for a little while; Sit beside them and watch them talk, listen to their voice. Feel the texture of their hair between his fingers... his shoulders begin to relax at the thought. Even now, thinking about it, he can feel it. And their skin and the feeling he gets when they smile.

He needs them.

It’s good that they're down there- a very good decision on his part. Because he can feel their presence, and instead of tearing these idiots apart like... oh, he really wants to... he stays glued to his chair. Just knowing that they're just a few metres beneath him, breathing and safe and all for him, helps him in that way.

So slowly, as he thinks about them, his fingers relax on the table... and then fold in his lap.

No, he doesn't need to see them today. Knowing they're there if he does want to visit, is more than enough.

"Oh shut up will you? Christ- Anyway- Hey Slender, I've been meaning to ask you; How's Y/N going?" Slender's 'face' snaps up from the desk in front of him and he’s broken from his little world; Fury coursing through his veins suddenly at Offender's smug smirk. "They still alive down there? Or didja go a little hard on 'em down there in that sex dungeon of yours? You got a mangled mess of bones and meat yet?"

~

Suddenly one long arm wraps around your waist and the other braces your head before you're all of a sudden laid in your bed- with Slender's arms around you. The scent of him, all forest-y and... metallic, floods your brain until all you can think about is him, and you grip onto his suit for dear life; Locking him in between your arms- even knowing that if he wanted to leave you then the force would break them.

You need this. You don't even think before accepting him- that you shouldn't, that you shouldn't want him anymore but you so, desperately, need it. It doesn't matter that he's the reason you do; You just can’t pass up the chance for interaction. You can’t.

"Y/N." His voice comes out soft, pleading for you. Needing you even as you're there. He won’t be leaving for a while, so you try to relax even as your kidnapper lays with you, pressing your face into his chest.

"Slender... " You chew on your bottom lip, closing your eyes. You need this- but that doesn't make it right at all.

#Slenderman x Reader Drabble #Slenderman x Reader #Slenderman #Drabble #Creepypasta #Creepypasta Drabble #Creepypasta x Reader

[tobiasdrake]

Our first trip to a new island on a vehicle of our own control.

Garl is such a natural-born leader. Genuinely don't know where we'd be without him.

Zale and Serai are working hard to cut down trees. The pirates are helping move lumber.

Yolande's trying to burn the forest down for some reason.

Everything's going swell. I just. Hope. Nobody notices. That I'm slapping a rock with my staff and pretending to work.

Hey, blame Garl for putting me on logcutter duty! You can't chop lumber with a blunt instrument. I do smacks, not sharps.

I hope Moraine isn't going to be mad about how much time we've spent on this. Though we do have time. We're going to have to wait until next eclipse before we can dash off after the Dweller of Strife and die in futility.

If this is about Yolande's wildfire, I already told, you my lunar magic doesn't work that way. We're going to need buckets, snow, and a lot of villagers on hand to help out.

Yeah, there's a bunch of those. I think there's one on every island. Every island I've been to, anyway.

Guess it's time to take a closer look at one of those.

But don't tell Serai anything, or else she might drop what she's doing and portal straight to us. The village needs her here.

This. Is. Not what I thought he was talking about.

This place obviously isn't abandoned. Someone has to light all these candles. Oh my god, why are there so many candles? There are already sconces illuminating this room. What stranglehold does Big Candle have on the magical community?

In any case, Zale, you see that lantern looking thing next to the sconce? Doesn't that kinda look like those invulnerable lantern doodads from the Elder Mist trials? Might be related.

DEFINITELY RELATED. No sudden movements or I'll hit you with my stick. You look fragile. It's a good threat.

Who and what the hell are you?

Oh, is this where everyone's getting all their crypticism from?

Eh? Ehhhhh? Fuck you, that was gold.

There is so much fire here. Can you not. Like. Take your pick? Or do you need special fire or something?

Okay, so you need solar fire. Gotcha. That makes sense.

Are you the one keeping all these candles lit? Because that is a hell of a chore.

FUCKING WHAT

Hold up, are you the lantern or are you the... what... is that? What am I looking at? Are you a... qilin?

HEY HEY HEY I HAD QUESTIONS

Me. Every single day. No exceptions.

But no, for real, I have questions. Are you going to answer them?

Okay but is their presence going to be a problem, is the thing. What kind of metaphysical ramifications, if any, can we expect to encounter from trying to build a society here?

And you're not going to pull any kind of shenanigans, like kidnapping people to force them to witness things or something?

Alright. Well. We, uh, we should probably go get Teaks. Teaks would be fascinated by this place.

Okay. So. This is definitely the resting place of Kickstarter backers. I detect no threat to our burgeoning new community here. Though we should endeavor to ensure that our adventure remains a satisfying and fulfilling experience, lest the mystical energies of this place concentrate into a furious mass of nerd rage that gains sentience and threatens us all.

So far, I believe we have nothing to fear from that.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

[tic-toc-clock77]

Continuation of the Toby story, this time from Clockwork/Natalie's perspective! (Yes, there's going to be Ticciwork in this story)

September 27th 2013, 1:07 a.m.

"Natalie, what the hell are you doing?" Asks the young blond man, tied to a chair in his living room by his ex-girlfriend, Natalie Ouellette. Natalie laughs in response, her brown hair falling over her green eye. Her other eye, with the pocket watch shoved into it, ticks slowly. She's not even sure how it still works.

"You know, Chris. I really tried to be normal, to be a functioning member of society but that's not for me, I've discovered." She giggles maniacally, playing with her steak knife in one hand, the stitches she'd sewed into her cheeks turn up when she smiles.

"You know, I noticed that-" A sudden crash through the window behind her reveals someone she's never seen before. "The fuck?" She whips around to face the intruder. On the floor, a young boy, looking the same age as herself, brushes himself off as he stands.

The boy is pale with brown hair, his sweater a lighter shade of the same colour. "You're Natalie Outlette?" He asks her. She raises an eyebrow but nods slowly. "Great, I'm Toby. The Slenderman sent m-m-" Toby's words stifle. "Sorry, tourettes." He clears his throat. "The Slenderman sent me here to take you back to him." Natalie blinks, dumbfounded.

Clearly this guy is crazy, she thinks to herself. "I'm sorta doing something." She points with her knife toward Chris. "Oh, he gave me permission to kill anyone who gets in the way of bringing you so I'll help with that." The boy says, grabbing one hatchet off the floor from where he fell.

"I'll explain as we do this." Toby grabs a piece of cloth off the table and shoves it into Chris's mouth. "So, Slenderman is real." He says first, judging where to slice first. "The Slenderman finds a bunch of people, like you and me to kill for him and bring the bodies to him so he can continue to house us and stuff." He says, smashing his hatchet down on Chris's hand, cutting it off. Natalie listens, in disbelief, fully thinking some crazy guy just made his way into the house. To be fair she had just done the same, breaking into her ex-boyfriend's house.

"We kill for him? Whoever we want to?" She asks, cutting into Chris's other hand. "No. He assigns us people to kill and others to go on those missions with." He tells her. Natalie judges this silently. "Can I say no?" Toby shakes his head. "I mean, you can live outside the base but not outside the forest. Regardless, you have to be either a slasher or a proxy." He informs.

"Is there a difference?" She asks. Toby nods, "Slashers and Proxies do the same things generally but Proxies are just better at their jobs and they get to mentor new slashers." He informs her. Chris sits in between the two, screaming in muffled pain while they continue to speak causally. His hand is finally chopped off by Natalie and falls to the floor.

"So, Slender sent me after you so I could mentor your skills." He says, looking over Chris's tortured state in the chair. "You're gonna mentor me?" She asks, standing up again to run her knife along Chris's neck before making a large slit, slowly.

Toby watches from the floor as blood seeps from Chris's neck, effectively ending his life. His head falls limp, as does the rest of his body. He stands beside Natalie. "Got any garbage bags?" Toby asks.

Natalie, having packed Chris's body away and cleaned off the blood, throws the body bag through the window. The bag lands with a thud onto the ground, Toby picks it up and throws it over his shoulder. Natalie rushes down the stairs and then leaves out of the door.

"You're not gonna run away?" Toby asks her as they begin to walk toward the forest. "I have nowhere else to go." She sighs, "Even if that whole thing you told me sounds incredibly fake, it's better than prison for these murders." She pokes the garbage bag.

Toby walks slowly to meet Natalie's pace, the moon shines brightly but the two sneak around in the dark of the forest. Toby, having been a proxy for the last 3 months, is able to carry the bag without blood dripping from it.

They return to the main cabin or 'the base'. He leads her down the long hallway to the Slenderman's room. He knocks then enters. Natalie stares at the large creature. She stays silent to judge and listen.

Toby leaves after a moment, allowing Natalie to spend time alone with the creature. "Clockwork." He says, facing toward her, "That is the name you go by?" He asks and she nods. "Do you know why I have asked you to be here?" Natalie shakes her head. "You show promise. Much promise. I believe you will be a good asset to me." He places a hand down on his desk. "Now, as much as that is true, you are reckless and frankly, rather unhinged. That must be stopped. Which is why I'm going to recruit you on missions with Toby for the time being." He explains, hands flat on the desk.

"As my mentor?" Slender nods to her question. "Your room will be on the second floor, feel free to design it how you wish. You are free to go." She leaves at that mention. Having exited, she jumps when Toby's hand lands on her shoulder, "Come with me." He says, leading her up the stairs of the cabin toward her room.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #natalie ouellette #tobias rogers #creepypasta ticciwork #creepypasta writing #🕷️'s writing

[necros-writing-stuff]

Eden with a stalker is such an intriguing thought. Staring from the treeline while they chop wood and weed plants, sneaking up to the cabin at night to have a little look around. Eden would either hate it or find it very convenient

Eden with a stalker is one of my favourite things mostly because I'd stalk him.

Obvious warnings for stalkings, scent kink and Eden just being Eden.

But imagine Eden walking around, turning their head this way and that because they just feel this tingle down their spine that tells them they're being watched. It's not a wolf. The wolves would have attacked by now. They've been being watched for days now.

It's so hot. Dead of summer, sun shining right onto their back as they chop wood. They want to take their shirt off, but they can feel those eyes right on them. Eventually, the heat gets too much, and they take their shirt off anyways. A few minutes later, they swear that they hear a little whimper from the bushes, but by the time they get over there it's empty.

They barricade the door at night now. What if someone that they had fought with in the past is trailing them, waiting to get revenge for some stupid decision Eden made as a teenager?

Eden should never have put WD40 on their damn window hinges. They find one open in the morning, as well as yesterday's clothes missing. The unwashed ones. It makes them nauseous. Some freak from that town was in their home. Some fucked up little shit stole their clothes and is doing god knows what with them.

It's not till they look in their mirror to get ready in the morning that they see the hickey on their neck. What the fuck.

Eden is a light sleeper. They wake up when anything approaches the fucking cabin. How could they not wake up to their new problem suckling at their skin like a damn vampire bat?

They have to fight the urge to throw up when they think of what else could have been done to them, but theirs no fluids on them or the bed. There's no ache in their body. Just missing clothes, an open window and a marked up neck.

They start imagining the worst. Some 70 year old man with the worst hygiene terrifyingly wide eyes. You can imagine their surprise when they finally catch their little fox, as they began to affectionately call you once you were collared.

Not an off-putting old man. A pretty thing that they were stricken by as soon as they saw them. You'd been so scared when Eden had reached into the foliage you had been hiding in, gripping you by the neck and pulling you into the clearing. They'd just been passing by, they didn't look paranoid at all. They always looked paranoid when they knew they were being watched.

You had seen the hunter attack people for simply coming across their path in the forest. It's why you chose to love them from afar. They're someone who loves their personal space. That time you crept in was a moment of poor impulse control on your part. You'd made your dear hunter upset. You never intended to make them upset.

Not that it matters now. It all worked out for the better. Why didn't you see how lonely they looked when you watched them? It's so clear to you now as you snuggle in their lap, listening to their low voice read. Maybe that was why they didn't kill you. They'd ripped your clothes from your body and taken you so hard it had hurt. But you had deserved it. You'd upset them, so they should punish you.

The collar around you neck made you smile everytime you saw it in the mirror. It was a reminder that your dear hunter had chosen you. The marks on your neck reminded you that only they had the privilege to make marks. You were to receive, obey and smile. There's nothing that could make you happier.

Eden still flinches or curls their lip when you do some things, like hoarding their underwear or whining when they need to go hunting. If you're that infatuated with their scent, you can get on your knees and please them directly. If you don't want to starve, you'll let them hunt.

And you have to stop trying to cook more recipes for them goddamn it. Eden likes what they like. They don't need you changing their diet because 'it's healthy'. They're plenty healthy enough.

For now you think too much for yourself. And you think you can think for Eden. It should be the reverse. Anything Eden dictates, you should believe like its a law from whichever damn god made you.

Just a little more training is needed, though. Turns out grabbing your stalker to be your spouse can work out exponentially, so long as they're you.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity #'nw stalking' #'nw scenting'

[j-graysonlibrary]

Heartbeats; Paradise XIX

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction. 

XIX:

It’s the same place!

I grab the nearest body to me which happens to be Kade. Like when Gavin and I fell through, we’re all on our assess so I know I have a moment to stop everyone before we walk into the same trap.

“Wait,” I say as the fear from my past latches back onto me. It’s evident in my voice.

“What?” Kade asks and frowns. I don’t know if he’s realized our change in scenery yet or if he’s just choosing not to acknowledge it. Knowing him, he’s figured it’s useless to mention it.

“I know this place.” I let him go and stand up.

“You do?” Starla asks, also standing. She looks around with confusion etched onto her face but she’s not noticeably perturbed.

Oz stands as well as Kade and I look to Oz who is, other than me, the most distressed by our situation. He frowns as he pokes at a nearby leaf.

“Are we in the real world then?” he asks before turning to settle his gaze on me. “You remembered this from your past, right?”

I nod. “I don’t know if this place is the real world though.”

“Where the fuck are we then?” Kade follows up with less care. He looks up as a bird flies overhead.

“I…don’t know exactly.” I gulp when I realize I’m contradicting myself. Everyone stares at me with expectance but I only have one thing to really bring to the table. “This is just where I died. Me and my husband both died here.”

Oz steps closer and grabs my shoulders. “What?” His stare is intense and, while I’m used to it, with all the other emotions coursing through me, I’m rendered speechless.

“Give him some space,” Starla suggests, “He looks like he just remembered.”

Slowly, Oswald lets me go and steps back. “Sorry…Melvin, can you talk us through what you remember?”

I give a slight nod. He and Starla continue to watch me, anticipation clear on their faces, while Kade starts to pace about and nudge the plants around us with his axe.

After I swallow the lump in my throat, I do my best to retell what happened. The most important aspects, I make sure to stress.

“Whatever that flower thing may be, it’s strong. I don’t think we stand a chance against it.” I can’t watch everyone I care about be cut down by that monster and I’d very much like to remain in one piece as well.

“I don’t see a way back,” Starla says with a sigh.

It’s true that the crack we entered through seems to have been a one-way trip but I can’t overstate how much I don’t want to run into that flower monster again.

“We can look for something together,” Oz responds and offers a fleeting smile for me.

“I can chop the forest down,” Kade suggests and swings his axe around.

Oz points at him. “No.”

He rolls his eyes but sets his axe back in its holster. Starla silently chuckles and I wish I could enjoy the moment as well but my heart still hasn’t restarted and my muscles refuse to relax.

We begin to search the area for anything suspicious. It’s much easier said than done on account of how everything here looks suspicious. I start to touch every plant I see, hoping that the exit will work like the entrance does. Maybe I’ll be sucked back and spit out wherever Kendra is if I just touch the right item.

“I hear running water,” Starla mentions after we’ve been searching for a while. She picks up a rock and inspects it before dropping it to the ground.

“I heard that last time too,” I say with a frown.

“Maybe we can find the source and follow the stream? If this is connected to civilization, we’ll find people eventually, right?”

It’s not a bad plan under regular circumstances but I don’t think, in this case, it’ll be too helpful.

“But if this is a separate reality then it might not work that way,” Oz actually says what’s on my mind.

“I don’t see why we can’t just confront this thing,” Kade mumbles and crosses his arms. “It’s a plant, you said. I’ll just chop it down.”

“And if we need it to let us out?” Oz asks.

“Then we should be seeking it out anyway.”

I don’t like either of their stances even if I feel Oz has a point. I already know how that thing reacts to intruders. I’ve clung to a sense of optimism before, sometimes ignorantly so, but this time I can’t pretend that if we just try really hard the result will be different.

“Melvin?” Starla gets my attention.

“…Yes?” I’m sure I’ve missed something with the way she and the other two look at me.

“We were wondering if we should find the flower thing and try to talk to it…?” She winces prematurely, as if she’s expecting me to yell at her.

I don’t have the strength to do that or the will. My shoulders sag and I close my eyes. “I…Gavin tried talking to it before.”

“Melvin…” Oz steps closer. He reaches out as if he’s going to grab me but he thinks better of it and lets his hands hang at his sides. “We can’t stay here forever just looking for an exit. We should be proactive.”

My stomach sinks. I’m being outvoted, like usual. “…don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he responds, sounding as serious as ever but that just hurts me more.

“That’s what Gavin said too.”

No one responds right away—Starla even looks down.

“Well, we’re not Gavin,” Kade states the obvious as he stares at me, “And you’re not Liam anymore.”

I can’t tell if he’s sick of me holding everyone back or if he’s genuinely trying to make me feel better. I’m so confused by his tone and intent that I almost snap completely out of my fear induced funk.

“I…I know that,” I say.

Kade shrugs. “Then don’t let their fate dictate yours. We could have a chance—you don’t know.”

I find myself jealous of Kade in that moment. Not only do I wish I could think the way he does but I also want to have no memories of my past. They have given me a sense of self but, right now, they do nothing but harm me. I’m not even sure that the lack of a past bothers him or if he’s just creating his personality as he goes.

There’s something freeing about that.

I’m too chained to Liam to understand it.

“Fine,” I concede.

“Lead the way then,” Kade demands and gestures his hand out toward me.

Oz sighs loudly and pushes him in the arm before returning to my side. “I’ll walk with you.”

I nod and let him keep me company as I begin to walk the path of my past destruction. Each step fills my body with dread and I find every movement closer harder—heavier. My lungs strain to keep full and my heart hammers so hard it’s starting to hurt.

The clearing comes into view and I grip Oz’s wrist immediately.

That flower is still there, as I knew it would be, and it’s in a near identical position as last time. It’s lying on the ground and the roots spread out around it, a few arching up over the grass.

“That is a big ass flower,” Kade mentions as he takes it in. He and Starla had been keeping close behind us but, now that we’re where we need to be, he walks out and forward.

“Don’t provoke it,” Starla warns her brother as if she knows exactly what’s on his mind.

Kade sighs and I spot him retract his hand from the handle of his battle axe. “What do we do then?”

“Last time, it awoke at the sound of talking…” I say despite the fact that doesn’t appear to be the case anymore. Otherwise, it would already be up and, probably, trying to dismember Kade if I were to take a guess.

Oswald nods curtly and pries my hand off of him. He shoots me a soft look before walking even closer to the red bud.

I want to yell and tell him to stop but I can’t force the words out. I just reach out and wince.

“We do not mean to enter your home,” Oz says with a loud, clear voice. “I know this is no excuse but we just want a way back to where we came from. Though, preferably, we’d like to be placed into the real world. If you can…we would be most grateful.”

My eyes dart between him and the flower and I watch with a churning gut.

As soon as the flower stirs, a jolt of adrenaline runs through me but I can’t do anything with it. I have to just stand there and endure.

“Ho—ly—” Starla murmurs.

The flower rises up and displays itself the same as before. “You trespassers are back…? No…only one of you returns.”

Everyone glances over at me and, while I notice that from my peripherals, my eyes are stuck to the plant. How does it know it’s still me? I don’t look anything like Liam.

“I sense your confusion. I can simply read your energy,” the flower continues, “What brings you and even more of your kind here?”

“As I said,” Oz replies with the same tone as before. It’s amazing to me that he’s showing no signs of terror. There’s no way he’s not feeling it. “We came here by accident. We just want to leave.”

“I thought I fixed the rip in the world…”

“…Who are you…?” Starla asks, staring at the flower with awe in her eyes.

“No one of your concern,” it responds easily.

“Hey, don’t talk to my sister like that,” Kade warns and I tense even more than I thought possible.

Starla doesn’t miss a beat, however, and comes back with, “Are you the source of IVAR’s power?”

I had not even thought of that. I’m so taken aback by the connection I almost can’t feel my terror anymore. It would make sense. I was killed by this thing and then awoke as Melvin. If it was the heart of IVAR, that would explain how I ended up here when none of the memories I’ve received from Liam show me using the system.

But the flower responds in audible confusion. “Who is Ivar?”

“The system, IVAR,” Starla clarifies. “It stands for Immersive Virtual Alternate Reality. It’s where we entered from.”

“…What…?”

We all exchange glances. I guess that theory is out since the flower does not even know what we’re referring to.

“That’s a bit beside the point,” Oz brings us back to the main problem; “We just need to leave. Could you help us?”

The rumbling that emerges from the flower sends me back and I brace for impact. This time I see the vines whip up around the flower but they don’t slice anyone just yet.

“And why should I?”

“Because he asked fuckin’ nicely,” Kade antagonizes even though I mentally beg him not to.

The blur of green through the air is faster than my reaction time. I’m yelling only after it’s struck down toward Kade. I recoil, expecting a bloody mess when the vine retreats but I find Kade, perfectly fine and in one piece.

He’s…dodged it.

“Ha!” he shouts and takes the axe from his back.

“Kade, no!” I scream but he starts hacking at the roots of the monster anyway.

“Stop!” Starla begs.

Another vine whips toward him and, this time, I don’t think he’ll be able to move quickly enough. Oz still tries to run to Kade regardless and I watch as far too much happens far too fast.

I can only register what’s happened after it’s over and the images lag in my brain, shambling into place. Oz does jump over and Kade is in the midst of swinging his axe against another root. I don’t believe Oz will reach him in time but I had been assuming he was trying to shove Kade out of the way.

He didn’t.

He’s thrown himself in the way and been cut across the middle. As he falls to the ground, Kade finally realizes that we’re all trying to get him to stop.

Kade drops his axe and a second tendril follows the first—a move I don’t even see until it’s slashing him down the front.

When he falls is about the time I absorb everything I’ve seen and I cry out in agony. I knew this would happen again!

I knew I’d lose to this monster again!

Starla’s screaming mixes with mine but not for long as she’s struck down next. I close my eyes and drop to my knees, knowing I’m next.

The searing pain in my chest isn’t even surprising.

But the suddenness of it’s absence is.

My eyes flutter open and I glance down to see the green vine retreating from my torso and, in it’s wake, static and colorful squares fill my wound and I feel much better. I whip my head up and look around at the others who are all stumbling up, their injuries also glitching back together.

“You…aren’t alive?” The flower asks and the bud lowers toward the ground. “Yet you aren’t properly dead either…”

Oz checks his hands as if he’s expecting blood but he then he looks away to stare at the flower. “I guess not.”

The red blossom twitches and I expect another attack though I’m no longer as afraid of it. Instead of a second assault, the petals of the flower begin to bloom and I’m amazed by how much larger it becomes as it opens.

That light I noticed just before Liam’s death shines out but then recedes as more and more of it is revealed. In the center of the flower is a strange shape and I don’t get a good look until the light draws back to just illuminate the form.

It’s like two humanoid creatures embracing and their bodies are glowing. One stands behind the other, wrapping its arms around them and resting their head in the crook of their partner’s neck. The one in the front bears two sets of arms—one pair holds their partner while the other stretches out, slowly swaying on either side of them. The petals fan out around them and, from the being in the back, emerges six wings that vary in color but blend into the petals. Their feet rest on the snake-like stem and, at some points, the stem looks as though it might be a part of their bodies as well.

The sight renders all four of us silent.

It’s a lot to take in.

“You cannot return to the world of the living but you cannot stay here—you are not permitted.” The humanoid in the front says and I can tell because their mouth opens, releasing more light as it does so.

“We can’t go back into IVAR,” Starla counters.

“The news of this IVAR greatly troubles us…” they continue with contemplation in their voice, “If others like yourselves can reach this place through it then it must be dealt with…”

“Hey, you listening?” Kade balks.

To my surprise, they chuckle. I don’t know if it’s just because I am now faced with a more humanoid shape but I swear the flower sounds more pleasant now. I suppose it does help that they aren’t trying to kill us anymore.

“Yes. I cannot give you much but I will do this: I will bestow bodies onto you that will give you access to the larger world. In turn, you must never return here.”

“Deal,” I say without a second thought.

The light from their form starts to grow again and it gets to a point where I have to cover my eyes with my hand. There is warmth in the light and all of my fear and even my hatred for the being are washed away as it passes over me. I almost don’t remember why I ever despised this place.

But it’s gone in a flash and we’re falling into a much darker space. I hear someone let out an “oof” upon contact with the cool, hard floor. I have someone’s knee in my back and I grunt and try to sit up but Kade is over my lap.

“Guys?!” A new voice calls out and I crane my neck up and look around.

It’s still dark but there is a blue glow coming from a computer that sits on the floor a few feet away. And, beside that computer is a large woman. I can only see her outline but I know I’m not familiar with it. Despite this, with her next words, I feel I do actually know her.

“How in the hell are you here?! I was still working on getting you out…what happened?”

#heartbeats paradise #my novel #my writing

[moonpyes]

Chapter I

Maybe it all started when I opened that letter and read what was inside. It could have been before that when I befriended an imperial guard. Or maybe, before I was born. My ancestors started a snowball of problems. They should have just never done what they did, because it was now coming back to kick my ass in the present day.

“Stop spacing out, Hayden!” A voice yelled from a couple feet away, “If you’re not gonna talk, then get your butt over here!” Even though we’ve been living together for many years, I was still annoyed at the way she ordered me around how she’s pleased.

I sighed heavily and stood from the muddy grass and crossed the short clearing to where she was, “What now, Angelina?” Angelina had an axe in her hand, sweat dripping down the sides of her face, which was perpetually fixed into an annoyed expression.

“You haven’t done one thing ever since we got here.” She held up her axe towards me, the sharp edge reflecting the sun onto the grass under us, “Huh? Why don’t you take this,” Angelina shoved the axe into my hands, “While I relax.”

I scrunch my nose and eyebrows, “What? You’re the one who even wanted to come out here and chop down a tree yourself. Why would I help?”

“Because you’re not a babysitter, you’re my older brother. And I need a break.”

I roll my eyes and push her away with one hand and peer up at the tall tree then down at where Angelina had been cutting, “Well, at least you’re learning.” I held the axe with both hands and then struck the trunk and made the wood splinter just a little bit more, “Though-”

“Oh shut it. I don’t want to hear your monologue about wood and life.” Angelina rolled her eyes and sat back against the tree, “Blah blah blah. That’s all I hear from you.”

“I say some helpful things! Y’know!”

“Tell that to Mom...and Dad too.”

I struck the tree one last time before I pushed on it to make it fall, pushing my whole body weight against it, “Stop saying that…” I let my gaze drift towards her, seeing her angry glare boring into me, “There was nothing I could do about what happened. You know that, right? I’m not in control! I did what I had to.”

“Yeah!” She laughed, but was clearly unamused, “You had to…”

With one final push, the tree cracked branches, and soon hit the ground with a loud thud, cutting her sentence short, and we both stared at each other for a long moment, the air heavy.

I sighed through my nose and walked towards the fallen tree, breaking eye contact, “Just…go back home. I’ll deal with this.” I turned my back to her, clenching my jaw as I glared into the bark of the tree.

“Whatever.” She spat, and not long after I could hear her footsteps fading into the distance, leaving me to start hacking at the wood while alone with my own thoughts.

“What was I supposed to do?” I mumbled to myself as I brought down the axe, “There was nothing…I could do but…” The images of that night flashed behind my eyes when I blinked, and I could feel a tightness in my throat. I stopped chopping, putting a hand over my eyes and rubbing them, “No…don’t.” I cleared my throat and let out a grunt, “Stop thinking of it. Just focus, Hayden.” I opened my eyes, focusing on the singular point, and brought the axe down.

As the sun dipped into the horizon and half of the tree had been lumbered, I flopped down into the muddy grass with a heavy sigh. Leaning backwards on my hands I looked up at the turning sky, feeling the sweat drip down the sides of my face and soaking into my neckline. The cold breeze makes me shiver. But the silence of the forest was comforting.

I could hear the birds in the trees, animals running through the fallen leaves, the river that wasn’t too far away.

“You fucked that tree up.” Heavy footsteps came closer and eventually a figure hovered over me, blocking my view of the sky.

“Angie…” I mumbled and raised an eyebrow, “You’re blocking my view of the sky. Move.”

She rolled her eyes and stood up straight, looking upwards to the pink sky, “You’ve been out here for hours. Just leave that shit here and come eat dinner.” She looked down at me with a soft smile and it looked genuine. Any sign of her anger from earlier was gone.

I stood, wiping my hands across my butt to get rid of any excess mud, but it only made it worse, and it spread it all over my hands, “I’ll clean up before I do that.”

“Good. Cause you stink.”

Leaving the chopped tree behind, we trekked back home and I cleaned up in the lake that was behind our house. When I entered the kitchen I saw Angelina standing in front of the stove, seemingly stirring something in a pan.

“Smells good.”

Angelina looked over her shoulder, a playful grin on her face, “It’s your favorite.”

I crossed the kitchen quickly, peeking over her shoulder to see a familiar dish in the pan, “Lemme have a bite.”

“Wait until it’s done!” She quickly covered the pan with a lid, “You can’t eat out of the pot.”

I scoffed and leaned against the counter, throwing the towel I had in my hand, over my shoulder, “I can. You just don’t let me.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed two of the few plates we had, “Go put a shirt on. I can’t stand it when you walk around shirtless.”

I looked down to my torso, pouting, “But why? I look so good.”

“Because you have a big-ass scar on your stomach and those weird ass veins on your chest.” She didn’t look over her shoulder, her tone becoming more serious as she spoke, “It’ll make me lose my appetite.”

I left the kitchen and grabbed the first shirt I saw in my closet, and when I came back out dinner was on the table. Angelina sitting across from me.

“Thank you for dinner.” I said before we both started to eat in silence.

#fantasy #action #adventure

[boyakishantriobeta]

I remember talking to angel once (don't ask), and they asked how do they create something. I just looked at them and asked. "define create." To which they did. And I pointed out God (Jehovah, Allah etc) basically grabbed a ball of stuff, superheated it, had it follow some made up rules and adjusted as they wished. Then I explained how we made a shelter, we either chopped, mined or picked up some stuff and then arranged it in a way it didn't crash over our heads , get knocked over etc. And then began working on how to do it until we eventually made cities.

To which they responded. "but how?"

So I grabbed a stick, stabbed it into eh ground the dragged it back and forth, flicking soil until it made a hole and looked up at them. "like that." To which they responded. "but that's not a city." To which I said. "no, it isn't. It's a hole." Pointed at the small lump of dirt I'd displaced. "and that's soil." A good... Ten minutes later, I'd managed to dig a trench and was using a bunch of branches, covered the top of it with the entrance leading down a hill.

I then poured a full bucket onto it, the water went over the hill and entrance down to the river below. "that's literally all we did, all humanity has done. We dig a hole in the ground, we move rocks. Then we grab natural stuff and put it in top." I then pointed at New York. "that's how we made that city basically. We chopped trees and stone, build houses. Over time we mixed the stuff from the ground to make concrete, made buildings and eventually made cities. That's how we create things. By fucking around in the dirt, pushing and pulling shit until it doesn't break."

Suprisingly, the angel looked more disgusted that creation needed, y'know, them to create something and asked how we made machines that did it. And I responded.

"again, at some point we realised that mining stone and carrying it all the bloody way up a hill was way too slow. So we made rope, hooked it over a strong tree and lifted the damn thing up the hill to a platform. We kept fucking around with making it better, continuously falling on our faces and at some point we began analysing and figuring out how shit work. A lot more fucking around later, we figured out how to make machines. At first they were logs, movable wheels, then carts, wagons, carriages and a lot of fucking around later, we slowly made machines that could lift heavy ground stuff up and down. But we still needed to be there to do it, so we figured out a machine that could do maths and a lot of fucking around later, we eventually had components for machines to do the same thing over and over again. Wait, button press, rocks go up. Wait, button press, rocks go down. It's nothing special, all we've done for the 500 millenia is fuck around, push pull and try again. We've got better at doing it, we've made advancements that seem godlike. But that's all we've done. Fuck around and see what happens."

The angel left, didn't seem happy or something. Isn't really know what there's to say, but I guess. Fuck around and find out. It's the big secret to how we don't get fucked over by greedy bastards. It's how we aren't dead from a sabre toothed tiger blocking out way out. It's how we learn figure out and have a less chance to get lost in the forest.

Business, personal etc. Ask questions, fuck around, do shit. If that sounds hard, well. Why? Tell me, talk. Explain. If you don't tell me how you think, what you think, well who else is gonna do it? But what if it annoys someone. Are you aware what website you're on? And besides, why does it matter if they don't like what you are? Why does it matter if they think that's stupid? If they ain't doing shit to you. You don't do shit to them. If they don't make sense, they don't make sense. They're not unnatural, because they're there. As are you. If they were unnatural, the earth would open up and eat them up.

So just. Fuck around. Ask questions, be curious and do more than follow the crowd. Don't judge people, or say they're all bad (unless they are), because well. Fuck em.

#tag #Beta

[descentintosiblingcon]

Chapter 7: A Passing Shower

Two pin-ups. Both boring. Let's move on.

(And wow, we got translated titles now! Cool.)

It's Fireworks Season (CAN THIS GAME GO A SINGLE DAY WITHOUT A FUCKING EVENT)! Shugo wants to watch a show irl but Rena demands they watch the virtual fireworks because...she has severe allergies that prevent her from going to the beach, I guess. Ouka comes up and Shugo immediately thinks he's gonna see some bikini-clad tits...and Ouka shows up in her dog form in an applauadable troll move.

Ouka comes bringing news about a hidden event. The gag was supposed to meet up with Hotaru later but---GO! GO AND LEAVE A NOTE IMPLYING YOU WERE RAPTURED!

At the Cursed And Deadly Secluded Forest Manor, Shugo and Mireille are ready for some horror. Rena...not so much. She's clearly freaked but puts on a brave face for her brother. Inside, they find a nice manor interior. Rena thinks a suit of armor winks at her somehow. Ouka hits and...it's just a suit of armor. Mireille outright calls her a pussy and Rena denies it. Her proof? Nearly killing her own twin brother over being spooked by Kamiya. Shugo wisely stays in his lane and ignores his twin sister's manslaughter.

Rena proceeds to break off the first rule of being in a haunted house: don't run off by yourself. Chasing her, Shugo and Mireille run into monsters called Invisibles. Shugo chops them down easily and runs off for his sister...surprising Mireille, who remembers that Invisibles are supposed to be pretty tough enemies. Is Shugo getting stronger? His general track record suggests...no.

Rena is still lost by herself, bemoaning how she wanted to keep her fear of spooky stuff a secret from Shugo. First, the insult comes when she walks into a torture chamber. Then the injury...she gets ambushed by a Lich Lord. Shugo jumps in to defend her with Mireille and Ouka in tow. Shugo recognizes the Lich Lord's element as Dark so he commands Mireille to hit it with Thunder spells and tells Ouka to focus on wearing down its HP. He then asks Rena to use her Hunter's Bane to increase all of their attack accuracies because wizard types are notoriously hard to hit. As Ouka and Mireille observes, our boy Shugo is becoming quite the Chad...an RPG Chad. The best kind of Chad. Rena observes that he's truly becoming like Kite.

They defeat the Lich and head back to Town Square, making back in time for the fireworks. Rena asks when Shugo suddenly transitioned from pull-ups to toilet training (i.e. how did he get so strong). Apparently Shugo been grinding offscreen. He's also checked out newsgroups, read the FAQs...all because he didn't want to rely on the bracelet too much. Rena asks why he decided to give a shit all of a sudden. Shugo smiles and says he promised her he'd be a hero. To keep us from experiencing actual pride in our protagonist, Shugo quickly mocks his sister for being afraid of ghosts. Rena brushes it off before reminding Shugo (and informing us) that entrance exams are coming up so their days playing .hack are numbered. Shugo thinks about Aura for a second...before Hotaru shows up to catch the fireworks. Sadly, it looks like there's going to be no fireworks because it's raining. Despite being Emperor of Trolls, long may he reign, it turns out the rain wasn't Balmung's doing. The background music changes too. Everybody hears it...and the chapter ends with everybody seeing Aura.

THOUGHTS:

Finally, a decent chapter again.

Shugo's development feels kinda rushed and forced (in the "let's make this kid strong enough to last against the next enemy without questions being asked" kind of way) but it's nice to see him being allowed to be competent for once. And those are realistic methods to improve in a game in a short time in real life. Plus, nice sibling moment with no incest subtext! I didn't know they knew how to do that.

#.hack #.hack//legend of the twilight #good show #jolly good show #now that aura is here #perhaps something will happen? #ain't holding my breath though

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Crown of Dragons (Dragon Blessed 1)

Book 1 in the Bleeding Realms Dragon Blessed series

SPOILERS

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Hazel sees dead people, creepy 😳 okay just their spirits, but she can’t really communicate with them, at least not yet. I’m assuming that she will find a way down the road.

WAIT! Dean knows who she is? That she can see spirits? And believes she’s encroaching on his turf?

Now a girl she just met is dead. Hmmm…

Khali, is basically a prisoner/trophy. She is Dragon Blessed, I believe that means she has all four elements, she is to be married to the next King, which will be chosen by the current king it sounds like. The eldest was accused of kissing her which is grounds for exile and if he returns, death. Harsh and weird.

Bram wants to know what really happened because Khali had a crush on the brother and the brother did not have feelings for her. 🤔🤔🤔 

They know about the mortal realm, not supposed to read about it. You know what that means?! Someone is going to travel from one realm to the other at some point.

One of the princes, Owen, is her friend, but mom wants her to pick Silas, but she doesn’t really get a choice now does she.

Khali is not “allowed” to shift into a dragon, but she does on occasion anyway

Silas, Owen’s twin, Bram is the youngest, oldest exiled is DEAN ASHTON, HE’S IN THE MORTAL REALM WITH HAZEL!  Did he go there on purpose? Does that mean that Hazel isn’t supposed to be in the mortal realm?

Soooo, it almost sounds like Dean is there on purpose and there are people who know he’s there, or that’s where he got exiled to. Why would they want to spy on him though? It also definitely sounds like Hazel might either be from the other realm or has genes from an ancestor who was from the other realm.

NOOOOOOOO Owen can’t be dead!!!! 😭😭😭 That is sooooo unfair.🤬 To be honest, I was going to give Silas the benefit of the doubt to end up being a good guy for Khali, but nope. He’s definitely first in line for the chopping block. Dick!

And Hazel is working in the Chakra store instead of the coffee place, this is going to be so much better for her. I’m loving Harmony.

Seriously? Seriously?! SERIOUSLY?!?!?! I hate her mother. I hate the King. I like where Khali’s mind is going though. If she can get another family on the throne that would be better, but her family is at risk if she tries that. It also sounds like the rest of their realm is being taken over, so how is there another family? Do they all live in the one city, Drakenon???

LOL of COURSE her first reading is non other than Dean. 🤣 No come back. Wow she goes to apologize and he still doesn’t believe that she has no idea what he’s talking about. WTF?! a dragon?! Wait is that Owen? If Owen found her then she really is linked to their realm some how. That’s gotta be what has Dean so angry with her, but why?

That was in poor taste, announcing their engagement after the funeral for Owen. Yay dad! 🥳 Wait what? 😱 Shit. Awwww her poor dad. 🥺💔

It is Owen isn’t it? Oh sure, now he cares to ask her questions. See this is why I think he knows more about what’s going on, and I think he is either there on purpose or maybe he got sent there to keep him from revealing something. What’s in the forest? Where’s he going? Why doesn’t he trust Harmony?

Oh so her dad was some kind of spy and got hexed because of it, but not before discovering that Khali is going to die. Awesome. Silas is more of an ass than I gave him credit for. I fucking hate double standards. I think if  she’s the prize then she should be the ruler. Maybe that will happen.

Of course Dean is sitting next to her now. Definite “Is this where you kill me?” vibes 😅😅😅 He wants her help but he won’t give her information in return. Why is it dangerous for him to tell her things that it seems like she’s supposed to already know? If she’s supposed to already know them then what’s the harm in telling her?

Go Khali! Damn, blocked. Oh Bram is so smart. I think everyone is underestimating him. Everytime they’re alone I keep thinking he’s going to reveal that he does have magic, but hasn’t happened yet. Wait if he suspects her father was visiting Dean maybe Harmony hexed him. I bet that’s it. Are Khali and Bram going to go to the human realm and bring Dean and Hazel back with them? 🤔🤔

Hazel is followed by a man, she exits the alley and sees the dragon spirit on the roof. It swoops down the alley, Dean appears and asks if saw dragon and where it went, she points and he takes off. WTF was that all about?

Khali and Bram travel to the Jewel forest and then rest, Khali almost bites it after a voice like Owens lures her away, she realizes trees feed off of blood. There’s something wrong with her magic. At least that’s what it seems like and i’m wondering if it has to do with the prologue. Now that I think about it, I’m thinking whoever took her blood, the spell is supposed to kill her and end the dragon blessed forever. :(

Hazel ends up doing a reading for the mother of a girl who went missing 2 years ago, happy and at peace, won’t say what happened just shares a happy memory, mother thanks her says be careful, darkness in this town. This was such a nice scene until she mentioned the darkness in town.

Hazel breaks into Dean’s house to find answers 🤣🤣 but obviously he has an invisible alarm and catches her. He finally agrees to talk, yay!

Khali and Bram make it to the Fae land, meet Terek who knows who they are 👀 👀 👀

Dean shows Hazel he’s a dragon and she doesn’t run, he tells her he’s not supposed to be there but has made himself comfortable and thought she was there to take him back. 🥺

Tagalong Terek takes Bram and Khali to a clearing where it sounds like the  flowers influence Khali and Bram to kiss? Not gonna lie, I kind of expected them to kiss at some point, because I feel like she’s going to end up with Bram in the end.

Hazel takes off her necklace to do a reading for Dean and Katherine spirit decides to just bombard her with what happened to her. Dean puts necklace back on her 🥰, she didn’t see dragon, Dean takes her home. She did see a man with solid black eyes. Hazel tells Macy and Cora about her gift but leaves out the dragon part and Dean, they believe her. Yay!

Occultist captures Bram to get to Khali, awesome.

Khali looking for Bram, Silas shows up, demands she come home, she says no and flies away, south to go to human realm on her own to find Dean 🥳

Hazel date with Landon, goes well, keeps thinking of Dean though 🤣, park at lake, she is creeped out because of what happened to Katherine and Landon kisses her, then basically attacks her, she sees his black eyes, necklace ripped off, sees spirit, figures out it’s controlling Landon, didn’t know that was possible 😱😱😱

Khali reaches the lake and feels for the magic, follows it, water creature will help but owe her a debt, Khali agrees, follow to bottom of lake and when she comes back up she’s in the human realm. Yay 🥳🥳🥳

Possessed Landon tries to kill Hazel but dragon spirit distracts other spirit and she gets away, then dragon loses and spirit takes over Landon again, he searches for her, she tries to contact detective but Landon finds her, takes to lake and going to start a ritual. Is this part of the Occultists thing that has to do with Khali?

Please tell me it’s Hazel that Khali is hearing scream. It is Hazel! Yay!! Khali kills Landon 😭 Khali fights the reaper, Dean shows up 🥳🥳 and they kill it together, felt her dragon come through, cops show up, Khali tells him evil hurt Hazel and she killed it, Dean had to run away

In the hospital Khali tells Hazel what happened. Dean comes in, Khali explains she was pulled to Hazel, had to save her and couldn’t leave her, literally. Find out Hazel and Khali have same exact birthday, 12/16. Khali thinks Hazel has spirit element and that they are connected through a spell, and they have 2 months to break it and save Khali’s family. 😅😅😅😬

This was so good. I can’t wait to read the other two books and find out more about this spell. If they’re all going to go to the other realm. If they’re going to save Bram. If Hazel and Dean will end up together. If Khali and Bram will end up together. If Khali will change everything and rule alone. What will Hazel’s spirit element grow into.

#Bleading Realms: Dragon Blessed: Crown of Dragons #Nina Walker #Khali #Hazel #Dean #Bram #Owen #55/100 #road to 100 #september reads 2022

[ducknotinarow]

2012 Raphael - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… 

12 Raphie turn uwu I'm constantly sadden by people making him out to be abusive well openly ignoring how he contradicts his words all the damn time. Claims his brothers are annoying and he would be better on his own. First thing he dose when any of them are in trouble? run to their rescue. extends to others even like rushing to save April or how often he covers and protects Casey. You can't go off what he says gotta watch what he dose Raph is emotionally stunted and illiterate. He loves his family and friends he's just not able to communicate it ;3; Honestly I love his character arch in the show it's very much in the background seeing him going from Cocky and closed off to humbling himself a bit and opening up more. I just wish not most of his episodes centered around his fear of bugs (totalt of 3 times we get this plot) considering some of the stuff he dealt with u-u

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"I know how to write jeez." Two examples since the show dose give us this little peek of Raph's work on the party wagon. Raph writes in cursive and he kind of hates it. Raph just has the artist eye and because hes so used to writing tools from drawing he has a nice flow when he writes. Has one of the far more easier handwriting to understand. it is a nice little peek into who he is because its clear to read you can see that Raph is pretty confident the rounded look to his letters also shows he is creative with artistic ability but seeing as we have his art in view we already know this. He writes fast though because he is kind of impatience unless it for like the party wagon painting her than he'll take his time. It's often the only time you'll see Raph hold patience.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"hmmm been a lot of places? See we went to space cause of the tricetrons. UH been to Japan twice one for time travel and I think Don said we went to some other world Japn that other time too? Uh saw Egypt and Transylvania as well? Soo I dunno whats more distance?"

I guess comes down to what you think is the furthest distance? In America it's up to the Farm House. On the planet? Thanks to Ranet him and his brothers have gone to Parts of Europe, Japan and even Egypt. He has been to Space and not just space different planets well there. Not to mention the few times he's go to full different dimensions. Which I dunno in a way is nice seeing how there was a good chance they would never even seen the surface of New York.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"Eh I 'ike the city too much who needs the outdoors." Lies, during the farm house arch Raphael was fucking thriving in the woods. This boy was out there every day training and even taking care of things around the place like chopping wood for fires and what not. I think he came to really love being out in the woods since they had so much freedom even with the doom hanging over his head. Once Leo was awake from his coma you can see Raph being able to fully enjoy it. The few times they go camping or travel in more nature settings he never has any issue with it, its a nice change of pace from sewer tunnels and brick city buildings.

He was having the time of his life even when him and brothers tried to figure out how to simply start a fire he was pretty damn excited for a fire even if the rain took it out soon after. Heck first solo patrol he goes on hes wearing his vision quest outfit for no reason at all. Raph just really got in tuned with nature didn't take much for him to do so on his quest either able to connect with fire pretty easy. Also one of the times Raph's anger issue were really centered because he was anger all that fresh air seemed to be good for him.

Closest he gets to nature in the city is when he sneaks away to the docks. He loved the woods of course but he loves the beach even more. He likes the feeling of walking on the soft sand, loves the sound of the waves washing over it. When the moon is is wide and full it's near sliver light seems to just reflect over the water and give the sand an unmatched look. It's the pretties thing he has ever seen and only recreated once by a certain pretty boy of his.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"First? well I guess watching Splinter fightin' ? I kind of remember getting rolled over by that shopping cart too?"

I love Lone Rat and Cubs it's such a good episode makes me sad it was all the way in season 5!! But man It's just cute watching Splinter take on his role as the turtles Dad. And just watching him slowly watch his turtles personalities start to come in to fulrition. Raphael watched Splinter run to check on him when he got hurt and honestly? Raph as a baby turtle could have easily died at that time falling flat on the ground, having been ran over even and only his plastron chipped? To then watch Splinter's own anger flare and send him into a murderous rage on the kraang? Yeaaah I feel this was a core memory for old Raphie boy here uwu

Raph seems to really make strength and fighting out to be important. Often refereed to have a fiery warrior spirit even. Watching his father lash out when someone he cared for got hurt and won? Familiar isn't that?

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"I'll eat anything that aint fuckin' algae"

The turtles went a good while eating a very limited source of food for clear obvious reasons, but having pizza was like a mind blow experience so much so they wanted Mr.Murakami to make them pizza as well getting their pizza dumplings a dish they pretty much only seem to eat there. So safe to say Raph loves Pizza. He's pretty simple and more goes for just pepperoni often grossed out by Mikey's experimental toppings.

I'd also say that Raph also is a fan of lasagna because it was what Casey's dad made when he went to first meet them. Sure the whole meeting was awkward as fuck. But Arnold was hardly phased by A giant turtle in his house. He called him by name, he looked at Raph when he spoke. he didn't talk to him through Casey, and yeah maybe asking how long has he been a turtle been enough to make Casey face plat on to the table. Raph knew there wasn't any malice in Arnaldo's voice.

He did something Raph didn't know he wanted he saw Raph as he was he was scared or put off and even acknowledged it as just something normal he never diverts from the fact Raph is in fact a fucking mutant turtle. It's just who Raph is. And Raph can never explain it but he will always apperacite how Casey's Dad was with him and continued to be. So yes he loves lasagna but only caseys dad's I think it be cute if he learned how to make it since he takes on role of cook for his own family ;3;

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Pft come on i'm all for metal music, punk or just good classic rock. Though Taylor Swift is my girl."

Of course Raph loves anything with good drum beats in it so he can learn the parts of those songs himself on his own drum set. He loves metal and music more in that vine. Loves the vibrations from those kinds of songs and groups. They are loud and it's kind of why he likes them so much it makes it easier to pick up on the sound from and its often how he learns to play those parts from listening so intently.

Of course hes got a soft spot for some pop music but nothing tops his love for Taylor Swift music from here start to her current sound even. Shake it off happens to be his all time favorite song and often what he listens to when hes just having a bad day. Lets to have little spa days listing to it on repeat uwu. It why he never would judge Casey on some of his taste in music cause Raphs a swifty u-u a proud one yes but still can he really mock anyone when he's over there in his room singing to bad blood? Nope besides he likes to think his and Casey's song is Wonderland.

Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"Gotta be like a stone in river."

HAHAHAHHA not never this boy has never been able to just move on and let things go he just claims he dose. Donnie puts it best when telling raph to get new material. Raph never is full able to work though things though so it's hard for him to just let it go. He just brushes it off but that means it's never really resolved.

Hell his issues with Splinter is the biggest clue to this fact. Raphael never gets to fully get into how he feels because he struggles with expressing his emotions and feelings. From people not really letting him have the stage so he can talk, jumping in to fill in the gaps or put words in his mouth that isn't what he is trying to say at all. Which of course frustrates him because no one is listening! or giving him that simple need to be heard. Raph isn't looking for solutions he just wants his emotions to be heard. That is why his anger issue are so bad his temper is trying to express how he is feeling but it just comes out in a burst of furry and rage.

Raph never able to turly work over things that get to him it's why he seems to have issue with Leo its not aimed at Leo he just became the target. Raph ties so fucking hard he just wants Splinter's affection and praise. Splinter states he once wanted to be an artist and its why he named his sons after artist of his favorite period in time of art. And Raphs pretty good at art and takes it serious even knowing enough to name characters after works of art or artis themself it what he did with Chompy. He loves to fight and train and genuinely enjoys sparring and practicing. He often is the one who wins the sparring matches and when he dose? He seeks Splinters praise! He wants his Dad's approval so damn much. That Raph assumed he would be leader but when leo is made leader with out a second thought? Sure explains why Raph at the start is so critical of Leo's leadership. Questions his orders and heck he often gets Mikey and Donnie to agree with his side over Leo's turning the team against Leo more than once. But it was never even about Leo.Raph only ever seems to start expressing this resentment later when he finally calls out Splinter.

Raph just wants Leo to slip up knock him down a peg or two even show Splinter he isn't perfect and shouldn't be the so called favorite. Its kind of awful of Raph to see Splinter giving leo that weight of responsibility purely out of favoritism. It's pretty clear Raph admires Splinter he always shows him respect. He controls his temper around him listens to Splinter over any one even. This boy just feels he can never measure up to Leo in his fathers eyes.

Splinters death hurts them all of course but it hurts Raph worse because he never got to repair their relationship. Raph tried to follow his Dad's advice but it just never worked for him. To let things they get to him roll off his back like water, soon Raph found himself drowning in all that water. He was never water it was like his flames were being extinguished. It's what he needed most for people to see his fiery nature not as something bad because fire isn't always dangerous either.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"Eh I dunno I sleep when I sleep and get what I need I guess."

Raph is a night owl he likes to stay up but he also dose struggle with sleeping a bit. So he is often just up watching tv till his eyes grow tried. Sometimes Raph sleeps just a bit more than he normally dose because sometimes getting up is just to hard and he rather be in bed.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"..I like art"

Raph and his art skills I wish got more love just cause it's so an underrated part of his character. I truly feel he got into it because of Splinter. But he soon took a real interest in it on his own learning about different artis and paintings even to points he uses it to nickname Mona and name Chompy after who I am going to claim to be his favorite artist Picasso.

Raph loves to draw a lot but it's something he more keeps to himself but his brothers I feel know raph can draw, he has draw fan art of Captain Ryan for Leo and used to draw with Mikey when they tots. He sort of got into the habit of Drawing special stuff just for Casey it was a subtle way at first for him to express he had a crush on them. Casey also being able to draw soon landed them to start making street art together and it was kind of his favorite thing to do nearly beating going out and getting into fights together even. I like to think he has drawn on Casey a few times with washable markers of course. Sometimes just the little grim reaper he draws Casey Vigilante look.

For a short time after Splinter dies though Raph can't pick up a pencil again and refuses to do anything art related. It just hurts too much. Chompy getting into drawing though sort of helps bring Raph's love for it back. In a way it's him getting something he never had with Splinter. He wanted to connect with Splinter so bad but just couldn't but his own kids? It sort of helps heal something in him that was always hurting he wasn't aware of.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"Eh not really for it much if im honest, people online are annoying."

He has some social media but he isn't active persay. Raphael isn't much for sites that would require more interaction on his part he more for stuff like Vine or youtube cause watching others videos is a bit more fun. of course he kind of likes the skater trick videos or mimicky jackass stuff that was pretty popular back then. He has a tumblr and sometimes he'll post his art there a few of his street art/ tagging as well. But never went and like connected with people online Raph kind of sees no value to it he rather it be in person even if he wont admit to it.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"Hmm I like maybe ten people at best."

Raphs just a grumpy turtle lets be honest. I would call him introverted though. He isn't very pleasant on a first meeting and he kind of doesn't give a shit to win people over either when meeting someone. But he dose tend to prefer others company at times, heck hell actively look around to see if any of his brothers are available to hang out with. Annoyed if they more occupied with other things. At other times he rather be alone and needs to be alone even.

But some people seem to be exceptions Raph dose seem to like hanging out with his brothers training with Leo, watching tv with Don or sitting in Mikey's room. But of course his favorite person to be alone together with is lCasey his best friend and boy friend uwu. Sometimes he can just exist in Casey's presence without saying a word. Though often when alone? They are a bit busy making out and such soooo talking isn't always needed uwu. But other times they are just happily cuddled together just soaking in each other.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"Smarter than bone head so clearly ya don't need it."

Raph's decently smart actually sure he isn't on Don's level or even Mikey's surprise genius but he is clever. A more creative thicker than a logical one for sure. Fights tends show this best since he can often adjust what he is doing on the fly. Like in his and Casey's fight he has to switch up what he is doing a lot. Taking advantage of what he can to get one up on Casey. He goes from brute strength to more tactical movements as Casey's way of fighting dose throw him since they can go both offense and defense easily. And Raph has a far more defense style of fighting.

He doesn't always understand what Don is saying and has to ask them to re-explain. But at the same time sometimes he'll make suggestion that sound stupid like shooting sonic blasts into the air only for Donnie to back it up and state he's not wrong just not in the litteral way he may take it.

But was able to learn how to make use of hitting pressure points just from watching Splinter do it.

I would more say he has Spatial intelligence, he is a visual person its easier to understand something when he can see it and works well with his ability to draw.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"I may like them a lot."

Raph is just making himself out to be a Disney Princess here, he loved and took such great care of Spike. He knows how to talk to pigeons and clearly loves them from how he petted one. He spoiled both Savage and Chompy as turtles. Knew exactly what they needed from their diet to their tank. Raph often watches animal documentaries as well and can get a bit too tied up in them. Easily grows attached to the ones more focused in the videos and will get visibly upset if anything happens to them. Like if a cub is killed he will be upset for days and often it's covered up because well he's Raph hes a walking bad mood. If asked? he knows he'll get laughed at but he really was upset okay u-u

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"uh? I don't really do 'em I guess?"

I feel its not really something the turtles do but I like to think for special occasions Raph will go out of his way to do something nice either find something his brothers mentioned liking or needing. He tends to go further for Casey but that's his boy friend uwu the more physical thing he gave Casey of course was their collar at first he was just messing around when finding one in some old shop. It was a joke a first wanting to make them pout cause hes cute when pouting, but then Raph kind of saw it as something Casey could keep from him something that was a more tangible visual of him and Casey dating. Of course, it played into a few kinks that Raph didn't know he had either. Outside that I feel Casey has gotten a few drawings from Raph not a lot just a few here and there. He rather Casey only have like finished work if he gives him anything like that.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"uh..ya know it's fine."

Raph loves his brothers theres no way around that he may fight with them find them annoying even and hell sometimes wish he was alone. But Raph would kill anyone who hurts them. He often puts them before himself "I don't care if I get hurt but my brothers?" Raph is very protective of his brothers and he would gladly die protecting them but his job is to protect them. He's a tough guy but he has a soft sport for all three of them.

Mikey of course that's his baby brother anything happens to him puts him in the worst panics and brings out the worst of his aggression. Raph also will help pick Mikey back up when he's been beaten emotionally down.

Donatello despite how he may drag them at times it's clear Raph is looking out for Donnie in his own way wanting to protect them from more emotional pains. Which is funny because in the show at least Don even with the fact he will call Raph a baby and often remark on bringing up old stuff all the time, also is the most in tune with Raphael. Often the only one who feels bad if he was the cause of Raph being upset. Raphael also tends to mess with Donnie the most in sparing matches its far more like playtime for him if not a lot of bullying. Think you can blame this on the fact that Donnie would fight back against Raph when they were tots. Don's like the only brother Raph will out right admit almost beats him in fights as well, Leo's his rival can't and wont do that. Mikey is baby brother he hate if they ever one up him after all. Donnie though? He even states how Donnie impresses him at times. I think Don showing concern for Raph's emotional state often helps with why they are the way they are sure they bicker. Raph and Don seem to often take eachs other sides pretty easily if they aren't fighting between themself of course. Don often agreeing with Raph against Leo. And Raph encouraging Don's own rebellious nature when going against Leo's orders. I'd say Raph and Don have a bit or rockyness between them still sadly and has kind of made Raph get distant from his twin in this verse when he was told Don had a crush on Casey he got visibly upset the reason for it was because he felt like him and Don always had a good relationship he could just always count on one fact. Donnie was there for him but he couldn't tell him about this? Even if Don is right and maybe Raph would have stepped back he just wished they would have trusted him. When it turned out Don was sick Raph of course worried about his brother and moved past this but as stated he never really got to properly air things out with Donnie and has sort of let that distance grow which he felt more when he and Casey were in a difference universe sort of using that worlds Donnie as a stand in made he see that well he really just misses his twin brother.

Leo of course they have their rivalry but it's clear that was never targeted at Leo. Raph loves Leo and he and Leo are very close referring to themself as the A team even. They often can work well enough with out talk needed between them. And can goof around easily. When Raph was in such a fit of rage Leo hugging him snapped him out of it. Often Leo can get through to Raph the best And Raph soon learned to understand what Leo's dealing with and ties to be his right hand more than another follower. Raph is honestly? very close to Leo despite everything Leo meet him head on sure they fight but Leo will try and at least give raph that space he needs to talk but he will also let Raph well be a little brother at times when he rests against them or just needs to seek out a sense of saftey he always turns to Leo. As sad as it is he can go to Leo over Splinter because he knows Leo dosen't think bad of him how he feels Splinter dose. He would rather die then admit any of that but Leo's nearly a parental figure for Raph. Losing Leo scares him more than losing Splinter ever did.

When Raph's and Casey's turtles mutate of course it's like them forming their own family. Raph honestly just wants his sons to know they don't need to earn thier love he will always love them and be proud of them if they make mistakes he isn't going to scold them he rather understand why they needed to think a bit more through thier choices. Wants them to know they can always tell how they feel no matter what. Help them with thier own anger issues maybe even as well. Raphael just dosen't want Savage ad Chompy to ever feel like he did growing up he might still mess up but he wants his sons to at least know he loves them more than anything and would burn the world if anything happened to them uwu

Raph of course has his in-laws as well which I feel is a special relationship for Raph. he met Angel first and she can get him to do anything I feel. He let her paint his face up and though he hates it? Hell always let her do it. He sees her as his own sister and when she did slip and get mixed up with the Purple Dragons landing Casey in trouble not once did he yell at her over it. Casey mom he only met once when she had pasted and needed to figure out how to help Casey. Se was nice and kind to him and seemed to trust Casey in his care which to Raph was like having a blessing. If Casey mom felt Raph was good for Casey then he must be and honestly? it help his jealousy and fears. Casey father I went into I like to see it as Raph kind of getting the parent relationship he might have more needed growing up. He may never get to that level of comfort that Casey has with his Dad but he dose grow to feel he can turn to Casey dad when needed.

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