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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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I love your Spencer Reid stuff, you truly don't get enough requests for him. You write him so accurately and I live for accuracy behind fics so you're the literal best.

I also adore your prompt list so I'm here to request maybe prompts 18 and 21? Some soft!spencer with a lot of fluff. Poor guy just needs some affection lol.

Thank you!! Have a fun vacation and I'm so excited to see what you write in 2023!

Thank you so so so much for the nice words! I do pride myself off of accurateness when writing characters! I literally study their mannerisms and how they talk and put a ton of time into research so I'm glad that you can tell :) Thank you for the well wishes on vacation, I'm writing this ahead of time and can only hope that, when this is posting, that I'm having fun!

Spencer falls into my arms as soon as he rounds the couch, head tucking firmly into the crook of my neck as a happy sigh escapes me. It's been about a week since he left in the middle of our date to meet the team at the airport, jetting away to Los Angelos without hesitation.

It's safe to say we missed each other.

"I'm so happy to be home." Spencer mutters, wrapping his arms securely around my waist. I rub his back soothingly, pressing simple kisses to the side of his head, humming along to the music I have playing over the record player in the corner.

"You alright?" I ask, never sure if the case took a personal toll on him- sometimes it does- but he just nods his head with a loud, dramatic yawn.

"I just needed to be in your arms." He whispers. "You bring me a sense of comfort that I haven't felt in a really long time." Since Maeve, I think, a sad smile slipping across my lips and I hold onto him tighter as a reminder that I'm not going anywhere. "Plus, Derek gave me a hard time on the way home because Hotch beat me at chess." He mutters with an immature huff, head tilting to give me a tired eye roll and I giggle.

"Awe, was the baby so tired that he couldn't win at chess?" He scoffs at my teasing, pulling back to sit up, running his fingers through his taunt curls.

"I really don't like you." He pouts and now it's my turn to scoff, leaning towards him so I can capture his lips in a brief kiss before whispering.

"And I really don't believe you." -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigi @crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg @melovesmut @rafecameronswhore @ariianelle @write-from-the heart @vampviolets@haylee-e @honee-chai-tea @lokiandbuckywife

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thehoundwrites · 2 years

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New beginnings

Summary: Part 1- Sevika rescues you from a vampire attack.

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

CW: prey/predator, reader getting hunted, canabalism(?), Vampirism, blood, injury, fear, dying, descriptive and dark, werewolf Sevika, she rough but kinda tender

Tagging: @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @cassifictional @witxhy-lexx @dumbdoll-420 @biphrogg @thebleccbird @lucky13les @petitepersephone

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“Helloooo” the haunting voice echoed through the air, violating the silence that you drowned yourself in. Grating, and brittle as he chuckled, having fun hunting his prey. You.

Your heart felt as though it was going to leap through your chest and run away for you. Your body trembled, in spite of your sweaty palms covering your lips with feeble attempts to mask your fear. Your breath shook as you fought to control your breathing, your forehead drummed his voice reverberating through your skull. The pain that tugged at you behind your eyes, starting clawing it's way through your body. Stomach all of a sudden full, and tense.

While your sweaty palms covered your trembling lips, wiping away the drool that formed as your life flashed before your eyes.

The harsh copper smell of blood burned your nose, eyes watering slightly as you tried to keep yourself as quiet as possible in hopes of escaping it.

“What? Is there something in my teeth?” you heard a foot tap the pavement and then a few more slowly getting quieter as you could tell he'd lost his patience.

You heard the loud dripping of a pressurized liquid far enough away, and then a hollowing squelch and tearing of what you could only assume was meat.

“Fine, we can play after I finish.”

You tried to push open the door of the cabinet only to peer out, seeing if the monster was too close for comfort. He wasn't the shadow of his movements just far enough away to make your descent.

Your eyes wide with terror as the urge to survive boiled in your veins. Luckily that was enough, pushing through your fear you slid out of your hidey hole and tip toed away from the disturbing sound of eating.

Tiptoes turned into desperate fleeing. Heavy footsteps hit cement over and over, thudding almost as loud as your heart And with each thump of your chest white flashed through your vision. Head burning. Blood streaming from your scalp.

The sting on your knees reminded you of simpler times, when falling off your bike and getting a knee scratch was the worst possible thing you could have ever hoped to experience. Looking back at it now it was surreal that the pain you went through. The unbearable, excruciating pain was only just a scratch. Kinder times, when your family would tell you that the little sting on your skin was okay. That you’d be okay.

Now you couldn't even feel the scratches on your kneecaps, only the warm blood that slid down your shins, coating your leg red.

If not for the pounding in your heart and the fear coursing through your veins you would have crumpled to the ground and screamed as you so desperately craved. Your legs were so completely numb, the bones were beginning to crumble under the weight of your own quivering body.

You could hear that the predator was already in pursuit, his spine chilling whistles into the cold night air coaxing you out into the open, persistently failed. You knew he only wanted you to run. He was a predator, and he was enjoying the hunt.

Nevertheless, the fear that boiled red in your veins was the only thing that let you persevere despite the anguish in your lungs, Despite your injuries, despite the odds of you making it out alive you persisted.

Your eyes darted along the long dark road, glancing over every possible means of escape. These were once familiar paths, some to your friends, some to your grocery store and even to your own home. Now they felt small closing in on you, surrounding you. Trapping you.

“Sweetheart don't run, we can talk this through” there it was. The blood curdling sing song voice of the killer you once loved.

Run. Run. Run.

With each painful thump in your chest had your heart closer and closer to popping, and with each beat a painful white flash pierced your vision blinding you for a short moment. You gasped as your lungs fought to breathe the sharp night air.

Then. Your face hit cement and you fell to your knees letting out a long chilling sob as your body shook, hands fumbling for the phone hidden beneath the cloth in your pants.

“You're soooo close, I'm almost there my love! Don't wait up!"

“Noo” your voice screeched into the night, the way you'd only heard in the horror movies you loved. Your eyes shot open, tears falling from your eyes staring at the monster that stalked you like prey.

"Please please please" already on the wet pavement, your feet scooting you closer to the cement wall now freshly covered in your blood, back pressed firmly against the material.

Your fingers clumsily dialed your best friend's number. The same person to warn you, the same person you sought out for shelter, the same one you found safety in. They always promised with one call they'll pick you up and sweep you away from the horrors of your life.

You always thought those were just words of comfort, until you heard their phone buzz in the distance.

"There you are"

Your eyes widened with horror, as the silhouette of the man stalking you walked towards you. Only one dim street lamp flickering above his head lighting the alleyway between the two of you.

You thought this was it. Your body didn't fight anymore. You were actually kind of relieved for a moment. Your eyes shut as quick as they opened, his figure pounced towards you.

Feeling a coolness in your neck, before opening your eyes once again to snarling frothing monster teeth in your face. Your body went numb and limp falling to the ground. Your skull bounced off the pavement, rattling your brain.

Then all of a sudden everything went black.

You could've sworn you'd known your life or at least your family, your friends. The people you’d chosen to surround yourself with all of your life. It seemed like only yesterday your world was normal, your friends were human, and were happy. Well as happy as a bunch of emo freaks could be. But you stepped foot in the wrong place at the wrong time, you trusted the wrong people and now everything has changed. Your world was flipped underneath you like a rug and you were sure whoever did it was having a big fucking laugh.

You didn't want to believe that the people you loved could do any of this. That they were hungry, bloodthirsty killers. Animals. Monsters. Beasts. But now, you'll never be able to forget. You'll never be able to erase the memory of the way they looked at you. The way they hungered. This is a truth that you'd have to live with. A truth that you'd never forget. And now you can never go back.

Everything felt warm. The air was thick and humid as warm rain poured from the sky. Thick blood streaming down your scalp quickly washed away by the summer rain.

You struggled to breath through the humidity, lungs fighting for air as your eyes rolled back into your head. Waves of unbreathable air crashed into your lungs until your conscience faded away once again.

Eventually you woke up again. Unsure however whether it was a dream. Your brain was shaking from the fall, your vision throbbed through the new blurry view, you looked up at your savior? She seemed to be looking forward, focused on where she was going, wherever she was taking you. Although she must have noticed your consciousness, since her glowing grey eyes found yours making you feel uneasy. They seemed… familiar. Then you remembered your night, you remembered the eyes of the beast that rushed towards your limp body.

"W-who ar" you croaked barely able to choke out your words, warmth ran from the side of your lips you only assumed it was the blood that bubbled inside of your throat, that felt rough.

"Don't talk." Her voice was gruff and breathy, you noticed her blood soaked shirt, her large arms holding you into her chest that heaved against you, blood dripping on her neck, dark red smeared on her face dissolving away by the warm summer rain.

Your memories of then and now were foggy. You could've sworn you'd seen your friend, their familiar raven hair, and silver piercings shining in the light.

You woke up once again, feeling more comfortable all of a sudden, thinking it had only been a nightmare.

Your eyes opened and there was light creeping out of the curtains to your left, in the wrong place. Your sore body was covered by a comforter, a soft cushion beneath you. You'd been tucked in on a couch, you tried to sit up realizing that everything that happened wasn't just a dream, your neck stinged, it felt like it was about to give up on holding your head.

You couldn't get up completely however, pain shot through your bones and you hunched over the couch seeing a bucket, placed ever so conveniently as you emptied your guts into it.

However you were quickly distracted by the clinking of a glass across from you followed by a dry cough, your eyes filled with the sound of a human too close for comfort. Nervous from the sudden breach of the deafening silence. You faced a large silhouette, grey eyes glaring at you, a small lit but of a cigar hanging from her lips, where all you could see in the dark moon light of the dawn.

"Who are you?" You asked wincing as you sat up this time forcing your body up despite the pain that coursed across your sore frame. The cloth of the blanket that closed you off from the cold night air, fell from your shoulders, feeling an ace bandage wrap around your collarbone. You looked down trying to assess your wounds, instead you saw clean bandages and wraps covered by a very loosely fit grey tank top hanging off of your shoulders, no blood, and not your shirt. You took off the rest of the blanket and saw all your clothes were gone replaced by clean sweatpants not yours.

"Where's my clothes- did you?" You questioned, eyebrows furrowed a bit embarrassed but severely annoyed. Yea she helped you, but did she need to change your clothes for you?

"Not even a thank you, huh?" She retorted, she put the cigar down on the ashtray in front of her.

"What's going on?"

You didn't care enough to play her games. She seemed fine with that.

"What do you remember?"

That's a good question, none of this felt real. What did you remember?

"Not much, I was attacked and now I'm here"

She paused silently, thinking of her next words carefully.

"Do you remember what attacked you?"

An odd question, your heart started beating faster.

"He- he was drinking my blood" Your eyes widened remembering glancing at her as your hand moved to feel the sore spot on your neck.

"Yea his crew has been taken care of. You wont need to worry about that."

"That's not helpful."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you going to explain any of this? Or am I supposed to go off of blind faith?"

She sighed picking up her cigar and taking a long puff not inhaling letting the smoke rest in her mouth she shoved the but in her clear ashtray embers extinguishing into the glass. She stood up without a word, slowly blowing the smoke out of her nostrils like a bull, as she approached you.

She was extremely tall especially when you were huddled on her couch, shoulders were broad and she was built, still only a fuzzy silhouette with the light of her cigar gone. Her eyes somehow glowing and staring into yours intensely, your muscles tensed up and scooted away in response to the stranger creeping towards you. She was like a predator approaching prey and you'd had your full with that feeling for the year.

Her shoulders hunched forward a bit perhaps to seem smaller, as animals do to prove they are not a threat, you saw long muscled arms hanging by her sides as she squatted in front of you at the edge of the couch so that your face was level with hers only a few feet away.

Only a dim candle, and the morning light creeping through her black out curtains lit the room, Yet it was enough the see the scarring that covered her face a long with the snarl that looked as though it had been glued to her face.

Her hair was dark and black, thick grey roots peering from the bangs she tucked behind her ears. You'd be swooning if not for the terrifying situation that led you here. Her cut was short, only hanging right above her shoulders. The most peculiar thing about her however was not the glowing blue scars on her cheek, but the short pointy ears on the top of her head like an animal's. Sideburns on the sides of her cheeks, tufts of hair on the forearms that crossed on the cushion in front of you.

"He was a vampire." As she spoke you saw dark lips a bit crooked since her canines pointed out of them. Her eyes staring at yours as you sat in silence looking at her.

"And- you're a-"

She snorted. "A werewolf, sugar" she smirked at your dumbfounded look, her eyebrows raised, eyes wandering across your face. She sighed before getting up and turning her back to you.

Her grey eyes wandered your body, a thick hand ghosting the wraps.

You wouldn't have believed it if it weren't for last night, for her right here.

"Thank you" you gulped however she only let out a small grunt in acknowledgment.

"But why did you save me?"

Sevika had her reasons for everything. Always planning, strategizing, leading no matter what she did she had her reasons, however usually no one knew them.

"Eh, you're cute."

"That's it!?"

You heard the click of the lighter and a small light in front of her face with the filter of a cigarette pressed between her mauve lips. She mumbled "Sure kid" carelessly in response.

She went to go into the other room. "You'll be a target, since I killed a shit ton of people last night you smell like me. I'd suggest staying here but you ain't a hostage, leave if you want."

"Wait."

She paused in the doorway for a moment before walking away without another word.

#sevika x you #weresev #sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevika fanfic #sevika arcane #sevika imagine

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vibestillax · 5 months

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SPIRIT'S OF MOON'S DIALOGUE

Tags: @vopixx @r0ckstardr3amgal @soot-sympathiser @joviepog @justalittlebitofchaos @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky

CHP 1.PAG 15

I don’t find my mother, Chandra funny,she thinks I have a loud voice because all of her insults are going over my head...if she insuts me,my mind will replay that thing all over, because she will needs it all and then they Go Over My Head...she needs to say thanks that im aromantic.

But she keeps cutting people out like tags on my clothing, and yes, I’ve never been in love, no,seriously. I can’t wait to run away from this gossiping world and be myself and sacrifice my urge when im gonna be 33...i will..drown in the water...far away..who cares about teens anymore? No one,I spilled the red blood from my vein and turned it black forever...honestly,I know you all gonna say how did I made my blood black...well...is kind of a weird thing here but my doctor injected me with a black liquid and it spreaded all around my blood substance and vassels.

While I was sitting with Mendi and singing the song Girls Need Love by Summer Walker to be honest that songs makes me feel attractive and hot in the mirror in my room,while singing,Spencer was leaning agianst the wall,Mendi, without me knowing, didn’t told me,so Spencer wraps his arms around me,my heart started beating faster.He then breaks the hug and I started blushing agressively,I got a pillow and started screaming in it cause of the nervousness in me,Mendi started wheezing and laughing.

For me, love is a terryifying feeling for me,the feeling I have in it is that I feel that the specific person will cheat on me and that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend at this age,but is ok because I love being 17 and be a nice Romanian girl,oh my the way did y’all know that in 7 days there is my country’s birthday on 1st of December.

For here,I wanna thank Mendi Jude and Spencer Jude, the two siblings who wanna run away with me in brighton and have a great time going to concerts and have our future,thank you so much...

“about that,the running away plan should freaking work,we hope we won’t get caught!” I say,Spencer laughed

“The universe is on your side girlie,don’t be afraid and don’t think negatively!” he spoke in a encouraging way,Spencer? His band,Choclate spirit?...OH MY DAYS. I hope his bandmates are soft and charismatic too!..

What Mendi and I did realised is that we didn’t got the scholarship and I saw that Mendi’s parents and my parents started being manipulative to us all three.didn’t had a clue why of course...but these people aren’t normal.

Mendi and I are that Normal People Things song by lovejoy.....i think my parents are an invisible string and that’s perfect,I hope one day they’ll forget about me when I run away..and I hope me,Mendi and Spencer we will have a best day of our life when we will run away.

#SOMD #PAGE 15 AAHHH

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eliaswoodt · 2 years

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Death Row

(Death Row)

(Death, mild gore/mentions of gore)

Oh god he really hates her.

“Hello~! Sorry to be tardy to the party—would you take my coat please?“ She gives the black article of clothing to one of the hooded people that stuffed themselves in the dark basement. A bunch of cultists…what the fuck is his life? “Oh, thank you doll—” One of them hands her a bottle of something (wine he assumes) and a red glass, “—and thank you again.”

She looks down and that turn of the lip widens as she looks at the man chained to the ground. Lexx opens her mouth but Sean interrupts whatever the British woman was about to say, “What are you doing here..?” He says faintly with a little rasp. He hadn’t talked much when any of them tried chatting with him. Not even Lee, who he used to be close to. Close to, and look at what he did to Lee, to his poor hand. He can feel the anger claw at his throat, heavy and burning. He wanted to hand him over to authorities, let them handle a crazy man like that, but Lee wanted to keep him there. Maybe if he was away from that monster long enough he’d break away from those delusions, he had said with a distrusting and hopeful expression. Kait was willing to do the same.

“—doin’ the electric slide, calm down.” He tunes back in the very moment her hand touches his shoulder. “Mo, can I call you Mo?” He shakes her hand off, hating the way it feels. He can feel the imprint of her hand wiggle its way under his skin even after she’s pulled away, a feeling he can’t shake and he feels that anger claw and scratch at his throat once again but he swallows it because he knows it won’t do anything.

He still spits in her face.

She makes a displeased noise.

Good, he thinks pettily.

“Well that’s rude.” Her eyes widened a little. She pinched his chin. “Oh! Love the beard!” The seemingly forever amused smile winds its way over her face once more, and his glare hardens. He never thought someone could sound so annoying. He remembers when he first met her, back then his patience didn’t wane from her saying one. single. sentence. He never knew before hell that hate could be so strong.

She suddenly turns back to Mo and pulls his black beanie over his head. A loud boop sound causes him to flinch and Mo thinks the laugh he heard meant she noticed. “Take him over there, please love!” He struggles far more than he had during this whole ordeal. He wasn’t all too familiar with the basement, he tried not to go down here much even before Sean unwillingly made his home on the concrete.

“Thanks handsome~” Mo focuses on struggling against the guy that had jumped him while he was watching TV. The guy was strong and when Mo gets out of this his wrists are definitely getting bruises, if the way the man’s grip is anything to go by.

He aims a kick to the shins but before it makes contact he gets shoved forward, and he gets kneed in the back leg instead. “Fuck you.” he spits. The man chuckles.

Oh god, his hands are starting to feel numb.

“So, I may be a sociopath and a murderer and you know, great.” It seems she’s as delusional as Sean is. If Lee was here he’d roll his eyes. “But! I do have a set of principles, and unfortunately today I’m going to have to break two of those principles.” She doesn’t sound even the slightest saddened by that. If anything, she seems apathetically disappointed. Okay, his hands really are starting to feel numb, this cannot be good. “—Because what’s really the point? I mean it leaves so much room for error. Or, you know, terrible puns, and rescue. But…at the end of the day, who’s really going to come rescue you? I mean, the only two people who know you’re down here have a combination of 19 fingers and are off doing Scooby Doo shit!” If he knew she and the Family were going to have a last chat with this bastard he would’ve tried harder to convince Lee.

He struggles some more, managing to elbow the guy in his side and the aforementioned guy retaliates by kicking him in the back. “Ow! Fuck!” He couldn’t help but shout.

She doesn’t stop talking but it seems she speeds up ever so slightly.

“Look at those loyal faces over there,” She said. “Such gorgeous women. Loyal! Well, they once were loyal to you. Maybe they aren’t anymore because I don’t treat them like henchmen.” He remembers the Dead Weight video, and the way he acted there was nothing like Lee had once described Sean to be and the few times he had met the guy. “Because they’re my elite.”

He’s tied up now, and that fire inside, that burning wick is getting all too close to the wax of the candle, about to be smothered out. He doesn’t know what else to do as the man steps on him, pushing him further into the ground and he’s never felt so helpless. So humiliated. Well actually that’s a lie he thinks as his treacherous mind shows him glimpses of forest and the starry sky, of being surrounded by cloaked people and Lee…fucking Lee shoving a book in his hands telling him to run. And that he’d follow. A promise of which he broke of course because life hates them and Lee does stupid shit.

“But!” He startles. “Unfortunately,” and this time she does sound saddened by the news. “I got a call from a higher up. And unlike you, I really am loyal. And the Speaker—“ she says the name with utmost importance of which makes him want to spew the leftover pizza he ate earlier. “—a word with you.” His heart was unsteady since he was manhandled by the nameless guy that even now has a foot on his back, keeping him in place, but now…now as he realizes what she just said and what that really means his heart hammers. Banging against his rib cage, banging against his ears so loudly that he thinks the man above could hear it.

“I’M HIS CHOSEN!” He hears Sean scream.

Lexx giggles.

“You see, you WERE the chosen. See? You don’t need to scream. I’m right here. But, you were the chosen.” She sighs, “Now you’re sad, broken—you know what, you put it so beautifully once. Oh what was it? Ah, yes. You. Are. Dead. Weight.” His thoughts become muddled. Thoughts containing feeble hope, a hope that Lee comes and saves his ass, a hope that Kaitlyn comes saves his ass, a hope that for whatever reason the Speaker doesn’t come and kill his ass. And then the regret comes to grace his panicked heart and ringing ears, the regret of not kicking Lexx when he had the chance, the regret of not coming with Lee to meet the elusive Linnie, the regret of not saying goodbye when he left, still upset that Lee was doing this by himself.

Selfish…

“Markmoo!” She yells and he doesn’t reply but the guy above does. “Here.”

He can hear the thing’s whispers, but they sound like rumbles and growls to his un-special ears.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted~” Her wretched laugh follows up, and upward as she steps up the stairs, creaks follow her until she’s well and truly gone. And the man leaves as well, more and more footsteps follow inline up, and upward on the staircase that leads out of the horrible basement until he and Sean are left by themselves. It’s quiet for a few breaths, nobody having the guts to say anything, anything at all. And then the bumps, and the thumps of something being much too wide for the staircase ring out. The scratches of claws scraping concrete floor and growls of something animal follow. And despite all this noise the steps of the beast are careful and calculated as it circles around Sean if his pleading is anything to go by. The way it clearly takes its time as it rips Sean apart says it is not an average animal by far.

And then Sean goes quiet.

And the thing goes quiet too.

The noiseless noise buzzes and fizzes in his ears, he could hear his heart ever so clearly as it beats loudly and rapidly in anticipation. He still doesn’t unblindfold himself, even though he could. He could ever so easily lift up his beanie by moving his head up and down until it slid right off and he would be able to see. At least a little bit in the dark. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because he can’t move. He can’t move because he’s afraid. And he has never felt more like puking from the smell of something alone. The smell of guts and gore, the iron that fills the air, it’s a smell he would’ve liked to never know.

So as the thing that has tortured Lee, tortured himself, Sean, and many more stalkes towards him he instead imagines something else. Someone else, he imagines Lee’s face…and he says sorry.

He says sorry, as that monster rips him apart.

He says sorry, as he instinctively screams for help as that thing claws at him and screams at him.

He says I am so sorry Lee, as his consciousness dims and that candle lit fire goes out.

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drrealityslenderverse · 1 year

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Danger Lurks

Searching for Jay with some help, Tim meets several other groups that aren't very friendly. MH x Whispered Faith x DarkHarvest00 crossover. Small note: The Operator and Slenderman are two different entities, the characters however, aren't aware and believe they're the same This is also lightly based on a distant future scene in the fancomic I've been posting

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Ash gritted their teeth beneath the mask as Sean snickered beneath that shiny mask he always wore. She hated being anywhere near the Family let alone going to the group for help.

Her head tilted back to Tim. Two other members flanked him, one holding a gun to the man’s head. He was injured—they both were—and far from home in search of Jay. The Family was the only place she could think of to escape the winter air and recuperate.

“Should I repeat myself, proxy?” Sean sneered, finally glad to have one of the Tall Man’s pets coming to beg for the Family’s help rather than demeaning them for following the Speaker.

“I said… beg!” Sean’s mask scraped against hers as he pressed closer. “Or I kill both of you.”

They took a deep breath before swallowing their pride. “Please, we need your help.”

“Better than that.”

A hand pushed down on her shoulder and Ash grudgingly sank to her knees before him. If Tim’s life wasn’t in danger, if it was only her, she never would’ve brought herself to this level of self degradation. In her peripheral vision, Ash could see Tim shifting with a glare directed towards Sean.

“Ash—”

“Quiet.” Sean snapped at him.

Ash shook her head when it appeared Tim was about to argue further. There was a brief pause before she let out a breath. This couldn’t be held off too long without further repercussions that could get them both killed.

“Please help us. We don’t have anywhere else to go, you’re our only hope. Let us stay and I’ll do anything for you and your Family. I promise, whatever you ask, just help us out for a day or so. You’ll never see us again.”

Sean laughed. “Anything? I guess your master really did abandon you if you’re this desperate.”

A sick feeling went through Ash as the man’s hand slid beneath her hood and gripped her hair, yanking her back to her feet. They winced in pain, though restrained themselves from retaliating. At least she couldn’t see what was probably a smug look under his mask.

Sean stared a moment longer before his attention turned to the two guarding Tim. “Lexx, Michael, take our guest to a spare room. The proxy and I are going to have a little… talk about their half of this deal.”

That was the last time Tim had seen Ash before being taken to what looked like an old office. While he’d been left alone, he was sure there were guards outside. At least he had a window. He watched as a car returned, frowning when their leader stepped out and Ash didn’t. The bad feeling that had been simmering in his stomach since he’d witnessed the scene earlier came to a boiling point. If his guide through this madness while trying to find Jay was gone… What would happen to him?

“Will they go back on the deal and kill me?” He pressed an ear to the door, trying to hear anything that would give him answers.

He couldn’t hear much, this was a big building, but he could hear muffled voices in the distance and… Footsteps? Were they coming his way or was he imagining it? Tim looked over at the window, it wasn’t meant to open but he had plenty of things he could use to break it and escape.

The glass broke with a loud crash. Knowing there would only be seconds before someone came to check it out, Tim jumped out and ran for it. He took cover where he could in hopes they’d lose track of him but he didn’t stop running until the cold once again began to make his old leg injury ache.

“If I could punch Alex again…” But whatever had been left of Alex was long dead, wasn’t it. And it was his fault. Just like Jay going missing and now Ash potentially being dead. “I couldn’t admit Jay was likely gone and now someone else might be…”

He limped onward, keeping the road in sight as he tried to figure out where the man in the shiny mask had taken Ash. It wasn’t easy and mostly guess work, as the road was now mostly cleared of snow. For all he knew he’d already passed a side road or arbitrary spot on the side of the road where her body could’ve been dumped.

Tim continued in silence… And then he paused as a sound caught his attention. Had he actually heard something? His eyes turned towards the trees, spotting someone in the distance with a dark jacket. From here he couldn’t tell who they were but he could hear them calling out to someone as they looked around the area. That unease filled him again.

Pushing it aside, he began creeping closer. After earlier, he didn’t want to give away his presence too quickly until he knew exactly who it was and whether they were with that group or not. Tim ducked behind a tree as he closed in on the stranger, watching as a young woman dropped a white mask on the ground to join him. His focus fell to the limp figure the man stood over. At first he’d thought it was one of the many lumps of black fabric scattered about—something else that was putting him on edge—but his gut twisted when the man grabbed their collar and Ash’s masked face was jerked upward into his view.

“What do you know about Alex? Where is he?” The man in the black striped jacket was blunt, getting right to the point with barely restrained aggression. “Tell us!”

“Chris, give them a chance to speak.” The woman next to him spoke up.

Tim tensed. Whoever these two were, they were clearly looking for someone named Alex—presumably not his Alex considering he’d never seen either of them on the tapes nor could he recall knowing them. They also looked ready to kill to find their third group member.

“What made them target Ash though? Does she know them too?”

A quiet response Tim couldn’t hear came from Ash. Whatever they’d said, Chris apparently didn’t like the answer. Within a second, the man had shoved her back onto the ground and pulled out a gun.

“Tell us what you know, or I’ll kill you like all those other Order fuckers.”

“No!” Tim charged, unwilling to stand by and let yet another person in his life die.

A loud bang rang out as he rammed Chris away, pinning the man to the ground. The two struggled for a moment, pain lacing through him as the tussle aggravated his injuries from other mishaps that landed them here to begin with. Another click came from behind him.

Beneath him, the man tilted his head to look over Tim’s shoulder. “Heather, shoot him.”

She was kind enough to give a warning first. “Let him go.”

There wasn’t much choice with a gun pointed at him. This seemed to be a running theme as of late. Tim raised his hands and backed off, shooting a glance at Ash to see them lying unmoving. As much as he wanted to see if they were even alive, he had to keep his focus on not getting himself shot first.

“Who are you?” Chris stood, his voice slightly less venomous than when questioning Ash. “Are you with The Order too?”

“Who?”

“The Order.” He gestured to a nearby body wearing a black cloak and white mask.

“I don’t—”

“Your little friend there mentioned Alex when we found them. Where is he?”

“We aren’t part of The Order… I’ve never even heard of it.” Tim shifted his gaze between the pair of them. “We were looking for someone. His name’s Jay.”

The two looked at each other but remained quiet. The guns in their hands lowered slightly when Heather gave a small nod. Tim took the opportunity to move to Ash’s side, immediately applying pressure when he saw the blood soaking into the snow from her shoulder.

“Why are they in a mask?”

“To pretend she was a proxy for this… thing.” He wasn’t sure mentioning specifics was a good thing. Tim didn’t know what this new group was tangled in but he wasn’t going to tell more people about the entity stalking them if he could avoid it. They might think he was crazy or he could end up getting them involved.

“Is it… tall and wearing a suit?” Heather’s eyes went to the surrounding woods.

Tim’s heart sank. Even here, so far from home, people knew about that thing. Maybe there really were thousands of others out there. “...Yeah.”

Chris slid off a bag, making a silent decision, and nudged him aside as he pulled out some supplies. “Here, I have some first aid experience. Heather, get the car ready, we might need a hospital.”

She ran off. Tim watched her go before looking back at Chris. He was wary of trusting the man but now that the situation was somewhat cleared up, the pair did seem more trustworthy than the group Ash had originally gone to. Maybe they could help each other.

“Looks like your friend’s in rough shape.” The man commented. “...Sorry, I made it worse. The Order is just… not good news and we’re really worried about what they’re doing to Alex. They said his name when I came over and I just assumed…”

“The jacket maybe.” Tim helped pick Ash up, carrying her on his back. “We, uh, knew another Alex with a similar one that was blue. He… he’s dead because of the guy in the suit.”

“Fuck.”

Well that was a simple way to put it.

Tim let out a breath, wanting to talk to avoid the uneasy tension between them. “Yeah. Him and some other friends of mine. That’s why I want to find Jay. Ash had some potential leads but things went bad. Some maniac with a machete tried to kill us and I just got away from this other group who said they’d help. It’s all… a lot more than we knew about.”

“I hope you find him.” Chris opened the car door for him to get in the back with Ash. “I’d say we could try helping each other out but, not exactly a good idea. We’ve had a lot of people stab us in the back and to be honest, The Order doesn’t fuck around. You’re safer without us. Once we drop you guys off at a hospital we part ways.”

Something about that made him relax. He wasn’t sure he could trust them but at least Chris was willing to do this much and go in peace—although this situation was now partly his fault. Tim nodded in acknowledgement and pulled off Ash’s mask before going back to applying pressure. They just needed to hang on a little longer. Tim hoped Jay, wherever he was, could do the same.

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bersqunk · 1 year

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One last ship to 2022 and lots more to 2023

Genderbend Lincoln x Ronnie Anne 》 Linka x Rodney *aged up to high school years

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askfacultystaff · 11 months

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Strong Like A Family Pt.3. (Genderbend)

#education and learning #basically basics #the loud house #genderbend au #luke loud #loki loud #loni loud #lane loud #boy lynn loud #linka loud #ramayana raid #lars loud #leif loud #lexx loud #alternative lynn loud sr #alternative rita loud #backstories au

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yutopia-eleftheria · 2 years

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ABC Fanart

I decided to do a little challenge called “ABC Fanart”, but I added an extra rule : I can’t do more than one character from a distinct universe. Like I can’t do both Anya and Yor from Spy X Family. This also means that all other stuff coming from that same universe are scrapped too.

For example, if I do a character from Inazuma Eleven, I can’t do a character from Inazuma Eleven Go, etc...

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A - Adaman from Pokémon Legends Arceus

B - Beidou from Genshin Impact

C - Clémentine from Telltale’s The Walking Dead Game Series, more specifically Season 4 a.k.a. The Final Season

D - Draken from Tokyo Revengers

E - Edgar Partinus/Valtinas from Inazuma Eleven Original Series (Season 3)

F - Funtime Bonnie from Five Nights At Freddy’s (Although they deserved to be canon, especially in Fnaf Sister Location or Pizzeria Simulator. Also you can choose weither it’s a boy or a girl ; I made the design ambiguous on purpose).

G - Grell Sutcliff from Black Butler

H - Hyakkimaru from Dororo

I - Isai from Monster Hunter Riders

J - Julian Konzern from Beyblade Metal Series (Metal Masters & Metal Fury)

K - Kaecilius from Doctor Strange

L - Lola Loud & her Genderbend Counterpart Lexx Loud from The Loud House (They’re in their Superhero Cosplay)

M - Miku Nakano from The Quintessential Quintuplets

N - Nijika from Nijika/Nijiro Prism Girl

O - Otto Kessel from the Criminal Case Game Series, more specifically Season 5 a.k.a The Conspiracy (in his pre-teen form (12 y.o.))

P - Pear Butter from My Little Pony Generation 4

Q - Quiche from Tokyo Mew Mew

R - Rui from Demon Slayer

S - Shadow Young from Xiaolin Showdown/Xiaolin Chronicles

T - Therion from Octopath Traveler

U - Unity from Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas

V - Vladimir Van Herzen from the Professor Layton Game Series (Pandora Box)

W - Wendy Marvell from Fairy Tail (Dragon Force)

X - Xayah from League of Legends (Arcana Skin)

Y - Yamato from One Piece

Z - Zane from Redakai

Time taken : More than 28 Hours

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neko-sufis-world · 2 years

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Awww!!! You're so sweet!!! 😊

-Usagi-Ijah to Lexx Loud while hugging him, causing him blushes

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haunted-headset · 4 months

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hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

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At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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rafe cameron x reader??? PLEASE?? when wheezie third wheeling but she loves it bcs she can see her brother become so soft…

UGHHH YES.

"Is there a reason you're here?" Rafe asks, looking in the rearview mirror at Wheezie who grins stupidly, leaning forward to rest against the middle console. Her eyes flicker back and forth between Rafe and I, her toothy grin not fading.

"I like to be involved." She shrugs simply, a small laugh leaving me and I reach over to pat Rafe's thigh, ignoring the tired look he sends me. "Plus, I figured if I tagged along on this shopping spree that you promised Y/n, that I could maybe score a new dress." My bottom lip juts out into a simple pout at her wholesomeness but Rafe just sends me a panicked look before turning to look back at his sister.

"Apparently you're taking both of your favorite people shopping." I reach over to pat his cheek playfully while giving Wheezie a highfive, a loud groan leaving Rafe as he pulls away from the house, not bothering to argue with his younger sibling. She'd win anyways.

"Fuck- sorry Wheeze, you didn't hear that." He mutters, shifting in his seat as his cheeks warm in a faint blush. He hates to be around his family when he's with me, not wanting them to realize how completely and utterly whipped he is, still caring about his image and what little weight it has in his family.

"It's alright. I won't tell dad you swore if you don't tell him I took his credit card." My jaw drops as Rafe slams on the breaks, head whipping back to look at the black card that Wheezie holds between two nimble fingers. I cheer, snatching it from her and waving it around proudly.

"All right Wheezie! Lunch on Ward!"

"I'm going to be the one who gets killed for this." Rafe mutters, leaning forward to press his forehead into the steering wheel. I reach over to rub his back, sending Wheezie a wink.

"Well, he'll have to get through me."

"And me." Wheezie adds, waving at Rafe through the rearview.

"Best bodyguard duo ever." I giggle, leaning across the console to press a loud, obnoxious kiss to Rafe's cheek.

"Oh my god, there's two of you." He mutters, already so tired of this outing to begin with but now with the added person, he's going to be begging for alone time after this expensive trip.

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