#my first time writing hope it's alright

[sinkdestroyer3000]

Your car broke down in a long stretch of woods while you and your friends, were on a road trip. As everyone was busy freaking out not knowing what to do. You saw a dirt trail. You pointed it out, everyone in the end decided it would be the safest bet. Since you could find a ranger station or maybe a camp site that would be near civilization.

A not so long trek later, and you all find a cabin in the woods you taking the lead, you knock and someone opens the door. They looked as if they had lived in the woods for some time. not bad, just scruffier than normal city folk.

They invite you all in for dinner with a promise of food and directions to a ranger station

Thanking the kind stranger, you all come in being led to the dinner table and being served meat and an assortment of vegetables that looked home-grown the

stranger only put meat on their plate, which was odd but nothing to think too hard about

As you all talked to the stranger, you realized there were many things off about them. their eyes being slightly too big, their teeth more pointy than normal teeth and the oddest thing being how they spoke not the mannerisms though odd could be brushed off as not speaking to many people being in the middle of the woods and all but their voice had an almost painful tone almost like it was unnatural for them to speak that way

As you glance around the house, you to fail to realize how the stranger has been staring at specifically you

You realize how shady this person is the photos on the walls have no photos of them and the photos there are look like driver's licenses and IDs

And the shoe rack near the door is filled with many shoes sizes and styles non seem to match to the person in front of you feeling a bubbling anxiety that felt like it would spill out if you ignored it, you ask you use the restroom

They happily lead you there, pausing you before you go in to ask if you feel alright. You nod, saying you're just anxious from the car braking down. They nod and tell you that they'll see what they could do before you head in

You put your headphones on and put a five-minute timer on so you can calm down, trying to shake the anxious feelings. As the five minutes come to an end, you walk out

You're friends greet you before thanking the stranger again for how kind they were for giving them a hot meal and directions even you already at the front door don't fail to notice how silent the stranger has been until they lash out ripping one of you're friends to shreds as the rest of you scramble out terrified screams coming from different directions you hear it chasing another friend who was close by on all four sounding unnatural when you get a glance its limbs are twisted in ways you've never seen before as you climb a tree to avoid being spotted you notice as you see the last slivers of light dip into the mountains away you see a watch tower in the exact direction the thing said a ranger station would be dread fills you realizing it knew you'd all run. It sent you in the wrong direction for that exact reason

The night was cold. You could hear the thing crunch on your friends and cry out in their voices, but you knew it wasn't them and by some miracle you survived. While in the tree you could vaguely see a trail to a camp so that's where you went when the sun was well and up little did you know you had something following close behind

You got to the station and tried to tell the rangers about what happened, but they said there's someone who owns the land, but they were polite. They said they would ask them questions, but that's all they could do without evidence

They help you get your car fixed, and you drive home, a new feeling of paranoia and grief for your friends and a hatred for the thing that made such both a terrible yet amazing trip so terrible.

Little did you know that you had a new admirer

Something about you felt nice the thing they were eager to know more . It was curiosity at first, but as they continued to watch you they became more enamored with you mannerisms that most would find weird the things that made you happy the things that annoyed you

You were perfect, and they wanted to know more. They wanted you to tell them secrets only they would get to know. They would learn to love like a person if it made you love them back

They took the identity of a new neighbor you never met before introducing themselves and finding opportunities to bump into you. After a year and a half, you finally were able to call them a friend. They were content with whatever you wanted them to be as long as you would stay and keep talking to them with that angelic voice of yours.

As long as you stayed.

#yandere #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #could be seen as platonic or romantic #my first time writing hope it's alright #gn reader

[cryptile]

Thank you @frenziedworship for commissioning me to draw this gorgeous Raphaella!

It was an absolute pleasure working on this drawing, especially rendering all the little feathers (i made sure to put extra effort into those), which is why right under the cut you'll find close-ups of all the fun render-y bits :3

#id #id in alt text #id included #this is the 3rd time im trying to write and post this because every time there was a problem with the files. god. #also this is my first time writing an ID i hope it went alright :D #the mechanisms #raphaella la cognizi #my art #my commissions

[jellijellybean]

nsfw takes on some [JJK] characters mdni

don't laugh at me alright. im soft and mushy most days so there's no hardcore kinks in this one gang. ngl sometimes i get really nervous about posting my writing but then i remember i used to write on quotev when i was fourteen and feel arguably worse. as always put your ages in bios please and thank you. [word count: 2.1k]

warnings: nsfw. slight choking (gojo), overstimulation (receiving w/geto), alcohol mention (shoko), uhh none for (nanami) i believe, nails/scratching (utahime), oral (tojo)

a/n: this was written to be gender neutral. i might do the curses next because i am but a humble sukuna enjoyer (its such a shame he's always on my mind and never on me.)

Gojo:

I feel like he's the type to set the pace real gentle and slow. He doesn't get the opportunity to shower you with his affection as much as he'd like, but when he does it leaves you breathless.

He drags his palm up towards your neck so he can cup your face in one of those big hands of his. His lips don't stop ghosting over your neck as he trails kiss after kiss until he's brushing against your lips while the hand cupping your face suddenly trails down to carefully wrap his long fingers around your throat.

The squeeze is almost too faint to feel, but your head spins regardless and the chuckle that rumbles through his chest at your reaction makes your stomach explode with butterflies.

His favorite thing though?

Loves it so much when you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves the feeling of your arms wounding tight around his shoulders, how he's practically engulfed by you.

Seriously. He just loves the way you feel when you're here clinging to him down to the right amount of pressure, always leaving him dizzy from the rush he gets. When you whisper his name over and over again he feels invincible.

All the responsibilities, the pain, and sorrow can wait, everything, all his worries, all his hurt can fade into the background when your fingers brush through his hair, repeating soft, "I love you's,” into his mouth until your voice fades and his breath hitches.

Geto:

A tease through and through.

The type to whisper that he wants to hear what you want, all the filthy things that enter your mind, he wants to hear it all. Purposely, leaves you begging for more just so he can repeat the words of, "..say it for me one more time," before he thinks of continuing.  He's a bit more calculated with how well he sets the pace too.

Geto’s the type to observe your reactions, see how well you react to the way he slides in, how much pressure he'll need to use to have your legs shaking, and how sensitive you are to his touch. He takes his time to explore and learn just how to make your body sing.

You'd almost be startled by how often he focuses entirely on the way you feel when you're with him. The way you squeeze your eyes shut or when you try to pull him closer has his heart about to burst with the adoration he feels for you at that moment.

Be warned though, because of the pause he takes to admire you, to spend a few moments worshipping your very being — he'll absolutely overstimulate you afterwards, badly.

He might whisper that he's sorry, but he's almost there.. you can take a bit more, can't you? He got so distracted by you, he can't help it! The twitchy feeling below your stomach soon boils into burning pleasure when he continues the pace of his thrusts. He's kissing you, smothering your lips with kiss after kiss until your hands shake and your back arches once again.

Geto chuckles at the way your body tightens just right around him and he can't stop himself from cupping your face and holding it steady enough to keep your lips locked tight together.

Sigh. Isn't he so romantic?

Shoko:

You'd have to be the one to suggest anything, she's a busy woman with a packed schedule that leaves her exhausted.

Maybe, you decide to surprise her with a home-cooked dinner when she walks through the door and you finally get to see her tired smile as she tells you, you didn't have to.

You say it's the least you can do with the same bright grin you always wear and as you pull out the wine bottle kept safe for nights like this she caves and takes her seat right across from your own. Shoko's very thankful for your presence when you begin to talk about your day while she sits there and listens. A few drinks later and a quick movie leaves you guys on the couch, Shoko hovering above you as your hands rest against her hips.

The movie is long forgotten when you leave little nips and soft kisses against the sorceress' neck. Her shirt, slowly being pushed up and over her head just so you can continue to worship her delicate skin and watch the bites, scratches, and hickeys on her body slowly gain color.

Shoko’s more relaxed if anything, not really in a rush to get to where she needs to go. She is the type to really savor the moment as she tends to get lost in the way it feels the closer she gets to being pushed over that edge.

Something tells me she's also big on using her hands — mainly to touch your skin. Cup your face and trace the scars that you received from the time before you knew her. She even enjoys/savors the heat from your body as it slowly warms up her icy hands, and to Shoko, it's a constant reminder that you're here.

With her.

It keeps her grounded, especially after a long day of seeing sorcerers in different states of agony. You're her rock and she couldn't feel happier with anyone else, after all, you're all she needs in this world.

Nanami:

Nanami is a bit harder for me to calculate, but he gives very solid and strong vibes, give me a second to explain. Feels like his pace would be as steady as can be.. in the sense that he doesn't necessarily change it much. You might feel him get a bit rougher the closer he gets, really wanting to press deep, but he mostly keeps himself stable and has pretty good stamina overall.

Not the type to really get lost in the moment, but he tends to bask in the way his muscles tense and then how his body relaxes after he climaxes. He's a bit more on the quiet side too, not into talking too much but more into soft sighs and heavy breathing.

Don't expect his pace to be erratic unless you purposely tease him throughout the day — you'll know what's about to happen when he suddenly clasps a hand on your shoulder, pinky close enough to your neck he'd be able to caress the skin if he wanted to. He's ruthless, but still.. restrained in a sense until you goad him a bit more — keep babbling about whatever, tease him until you see the cracks in his self-control.

Man's will be talking then, whispering how exactly you affect him. How you invade his mind on days he needs to focus, how you're always there regardless of what he's doing.

When he's at work he wonders if you're awake. In the car he questions whether you've eaten or not and even when he's dealing with curses he thinks back to you.. at home waiting for him and he finds himself being a bit more careful.

Calculated and calm.

He needs to get home to you after all. Nanami tends to be a little more looser, letting out moans and groans more freely, his deep voice leaves you shivering. He normally falls asleep after nights like these though, arm wrapped taut around your body, making sure to keep you close to his chest. Just hold him tight and whisper that everything will be okay — he'll fully believe you.

Utahime:

Alright, something about this lady just gives me.. brat vibes (if you can say that.)

She won’t be downright mean to you but will do anything to get a reaction out of you so to speak. I’m talking when you guys are training and she manages to knock you down to the ground with a bright grin on her face all while exclaiming that she beat you!

Utahime can laugh and giggle all she wants about her victory and she might even say that you let your guard down, that you didn’t give it your all, and that you lost — to her.

It might make your blood boil a bit when she says those words to you, a slight tremble in your fingers as you reach for her arm to tug her down.

Now it’s your turn to laugh at the shock on her face, the way she whispers that your tactics are dirty, and the fact her face flushed at the realization of just how close you two were. You’re practically on top of her! She says it with a slight glare but your hands slip under her shirt before she even has a second to open her mouth again. It's funny watching, almost entranced, as her eyes widen before she tries to squirm away.

She stares, jaw slack, as the grin grows on your face when you throw a teasing remark back to her that gets her blood boiling all while teasing her chest. Utahime begins to take this as a challenge — to see who’s the real loser and before you realize it, girl has you flipped over with her hands underneath your shirt. Her strength surprises you as she slowly clambers on top of your body, feeling the way her nails ghost across your skin before digging into your shoulders.

Oof yeah, the nails are something she uses — often. Talking deep scratches along your back and shoulders that burn with an almost addicting pain, might even leave imprints when she cums with how hard she digs them into your skin. Sometimes it has you worried she’s drawing blood lol.

I also get talkative vibes from her, like she whispers soft curses and small threats like, “If you stop.. I’m going to kill you.” (LMAO) but the majority of the time, when you guys aren’t at each other’s throats, she’s a real softy with her words.

Very open about how good you make her feel and will gladly tell you so, but be warned because she expects the same energy back.

Honestly, just tell her how much you love her, how badly she affects you, and just how often she’s on your mind and I promise she’ll be eating out of your palm in no time because.. really.

All she wants is someone to love and appreciate the way she is without the need to hide any part of herself and look who's perfect for that.

Toji:

You guys probably met at some bar that served cheap booze and different types of filling foods. The screens on the tv’s playing random sports or the news or even some random cartoon — it’s overstimulating and you don’t even realize it until the sound of someone shuffling beside you is enough to drag your attention away.

The man doesn’t seem to acknowledge you but yawns very openly, you swear you’d be able to hear it if the people chatting weren’t so loud. Toji on the other hand, noticed you from across the room. His first thoughts were that you were cute looking, not really meant to be on this side of town without a reason, so he decided to sit next to you and see if you'd be interested in conversation.

(I can’t describe it but Toji to me doesn’t really give romantic vibes, but he’d still be at least somewhat considerate of your comfort and pleasure.)

Don't expect kisses to the lips and soft pillow talk, expect a bite to your ear and him forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Just ti keep himself hunched over your body until he's practically engulfing you and everything you are. Has a mix of having such a ruthless pace that leaves you gasping for air each time he bullies his way inside and then having the slow and lazy one with how gentle he rocks his hips into you when he feels like switching it up.

He won't admit it but he loves the fact you can never seem to hide the noises he drags out of you — it's a song only he's able to hear and that leaves him on cloud nine.

Might catch him lying on his back afterwards, staring at the ceiling with a somewhat blank look on his face. You might think that's it. That he's got what he wanted and is about to leave and never speak to you again, but the truth is, he's not sure how to ask if you'd be interested in meeting up like this again and again and again.

It's been a while since he's actually slept with someone he feels like he has good compatibility with and that's hard to find in this day and age. Won't say anything about it but you'll find it kind of weird when you slowly begin to see him around a bit more. Maybe he's walking down the street or standing in line at the grocery store and you see him again.

Call it fate or whatever but he draws you closer, like a moth to a flame. You'll learn about his thing with oral as time goes on. Loves the way you sound with his fingers in your mouth or when it's been such a rough day all he needs is you, on your back, trying to shove his head away while you beg and plead for some mercy.

It's honestly his favorite pastime. Let's just hope you two don't get into anything too frisky because my man is shameless and all I can say is godspeed soldier.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x gn!reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jelly's writings #bro #i honestly hope its alright cuz like.. im a bit all over the place lmao #love all my wives #currently having thoughts about the curses and the main trio #..give me time and we'll see (lying) #reminder to drink water losers. #also first post on tumble? jeez i feel. wrong.

[adiluv]

@jklovu your ask disappeared when i attempted to move it to my drafts but here it is!

"... Hm?"

Ganji freezes, if only for a split second, upon opening the door to his room, unexpectedly greeted by the sight of your figure—standard attire abandoned in place of a haphazardly thrown together costume. Your hands are cupped and extended towards him as you repeat your declaration, eyes sparkling with expectancy as he scans your altered appearance.

It takes him a few seconds to register the reasoning behind this sudden change of style, to reconnect memories of his past and the holiday itself—of horribly cold weather as he was dragged from home to home, utterly astonished by the strength of his hosts' child.

A shame, really, that he never shared the same penchant for sweets.

"I... don't have any candy." He grumbles, though his tone lacks any real severity, and you grin—wide and wry and he immediately recognizes that this means trouble, "But I do know who does." And, after a beat. "If it's enough to spare me from your wrath."

You nod, and it's his turn to smile, leaning in as though he was telling you his deepest, darkest secret. A few minutes later, a groan is heard from the hunter's side of the manor.

#꒰🍥꒱﹕guest book ⋆ #꒰📍꒱﹕my writing ⋆ #꒰🧾꒱﹕events ⋆ #first time writing ganji #i hope i did alright! #inbox trick or treating #identity v #identity 5 #idv #id5 #idv batter #ganji gupta #idv ganji #ganji gupta x reader #idv ganji x reader #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v imagines #idv imagines

[brainlicking]

I drew Createrato again!

Looks like it was Virgil who's found them first, likely running to find them after feeling the BIGGEST spike in fear that the mindscape has ever felt. I'm sure Virgil's going to handle this well.

(image description under cut)

[ID: A black and white, bust illustration of Remus and Roman from the series Sanders Sides. They are fused together in a horrific amalgamation of flesh and limbs, they are in pain and terrified. Roman is trying to cover his half of their shared face with two of the total seven hands. One arm is trying to cover up a self-inflicted gouge to their torso. The shredded remains of their clothes hang limp from their twisted body. Both Remus and Roman's eyes, five visible, are all looking in the same direction, speaking over each other to an unseen Virgil. The text of their speech is layered over each other.

Remus: Virgil? Is that you? Virgil! Virgil Virgil Virgil

Roman: Virgil? NO! NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME!

Remus: VIRGIL LOOK AT US!

Roman: GO AWAY!

Remus: DON'T GO!

Both: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

End ID]

#sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #creativitwins #creativity fusion #body horror #Createrato #Fanart #gore #this is my first time trying to write an image description by myself I hope it's alright

[revengeromance]

[IMAGE ID: A bright green field with a tree and two rainbows against a light blue sky, with sparkles overlaid.

White text reads: “How I see the world after Marina Toybina says “I wanted him to be him, y’know? And he was in this like beautiful place in his life and career right now where he felt great and felt confident, and I just wanted to uplift that.” about Gerard Way.” /END ID]

#first time writing my own image description I hope it’s alright #gerard way #mcr #marina toybina

[roosterbox]

July 4 Random Word Almost-Drabble: Defend

Word Count: 404

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“Fuckers,” Steve mumbles, kicking up a loose stone as the group of boys retreated. High school bullshit, he thinks. Can’t escape it. With a sigh, he turns back to Munson. The other boy sat on the curb, nursing his split lip with the hem of his Iron Maiden shirt.

“Here, let me-“ Steve belatedly realized that he hadn’t exactly run out here with healing in mind. Kind of the opposite, actually. “Hang on a sec.”

“You don’t have to-“ Eddie starts to say. But he can’t stop Steve from running back inside. He considers just getting back in his van and heading home, but Steve’s only gone for a moment. He comes back out with a handful of napkins.

“Sorry, couldn’t find the first aid kit. Have to talk to Robin about rearranging stuff back there. Will these-“

“They’ll do.” Eddie tries to smile, but winces at the pull on his injured mouth. He reaches for the napkins, but Steve ignores him.

“Let me.” And then, huh, King Steve Harrington starts gently dabbing at his bloodily lip. And it only stings a little. And for a long stretch of seconds, Eddie Munson doesn’t know what to say. How could he? With the prettiest boy in Hawkins playing nurse for him? In that silly outfit? He glances down at Steve’s Scoops uniform, at those ridiculously short shorts, and just as quickly looks away.

“You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” he says quietly, not meeting Steve’s eyes. “Not for me.”

The other’s hands never faltered. From his vantage point, Eddie could see the reddened knuckles on the right one. That must hurt, he thinks.

“Those guys give you trouble a lot?” Steve asks.

Eddie shrugs. “More or less.”

“Then yes, I did have to.” He swipes a bit too hard, making Eddie wince. “Sorry.”

“‘S okay.”

A few more light dabs, then Steve is stepping back, out of Eddie’s space. He crumples the bloodied tissues in his hand, presumably to toss into the trash can inside. Eddie hopes his disappointment at the loss of proximity isn’t too obvious.

“I think you’re good,” Steve says. His face looks suspiciously pink. Could be from the cold. Could be something else.

“Thanks for the help, sailor.” Eddie’s tone is light, half joking. A bit of a line, perhaps, to see if he gets a bite. And when Steve’s blush deepens, Eddie knows he’s caught a big one.

#Steddie #stranger things #stranger fic #my stuff #writing is hard #minific #almost drabble #still working on keeping stuff short #trying to #also #first bit of Steddie writing I’ve done #no particular time period #other than Scoops era #obviously #couldn’t resist putting Stevie in those shorts #lol #also I’m not worrying too hard about editing #so I hope it flows alright #also the ending feels kind of abrupt #but I couldn’t think of anything else #plus it was already 4x longer than I wanted

[cherry-pop-soda]

MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE 3.04 - Bloodline

#miss scarlet and the duke #msatd #UNHINGED COMMENTARY BELOW -> #okay so first of all i just had to gif this scene because i really almost cried watching it the first time #i feel like the collective Fandom Hivemind was so busy being annoyed that william was gone for two eps and annoyed at william for the #arabella debacle (which is understandable) that a lot of the really amazing details from this episode especially #this scene got overlooked a little #this whole show just makes really good commentary on feminism #it repeatedly makes and demonstrates the point that true feminism is supposed to uplift *everyone* #this scene being one of many cases in point #i could ramble on about that concept forever but i should make another post for that #also this is my first time trying my hand at making gifs with words involved so i hope they turned out alright !!! #i had to brighten and recolor this SO MUCH dude i love this show but it is. a bit shadowy sometimes #but anyways !!! here’s my little contribution to the fandom and i hope to make more in the future :D #i’m planning a fanfic as well but well. who knows how long that will take me to write lol #don’t look at me i always write SO MANY TAGS on my posts lmfao

[endious]

How do you think jeff would react to a plus size person having a crush on him? And by plus size I mean thighs as big as hams. I only say this because I’m that size so sorry if someone has asked this

i typically dont write specifics on sizes or anything in my works and i have wrote a little thirst on a reader with thick thighs but i’ll do a lil something here as well i suppose.

jeff doesnt care which part of you it is, as long as he can grab and squish your skin under his hands he’s content for the most part. there’s something about the way your thighs seem to pull him into a trance whenever you wear skirts or shorts and he’s constantly going to have a hand on them, squeezing and squishing the flesh under his big hand to his heart’s content. he’s probably forced you to squeeze your thighs around his head as he’s lapped at your cunt like a starved man just to know what it felt like and boy did he enjoy it. now if you were to have a crush on him ? he’d find it hilarious you’re into a sick fuck like him and not someone normal that would treat you like a human being. he doesnt care what size you are, all of that shit he could care less about and he thinks it’s a real headache in all honesty so whether you’re plus size or not if he’s got a spark of interest in you all of that doesnt matter anymore. in fact he’d think it’s a win for him considering there’s just more to grab and bruise on you. your tummy, sides, hips, thighs— doesnt matter what it is, if he can grip it roughly under his hold and leave marks all over the expanse of skin he’s getting a sick kick out of it.

#— cadie answers #— nonnies #im not plus size myself so i honestly didnt want to write this at first bcus i felt like ? its just not my place LMFAO #like i didnt want to come off as rude or anything with something i’d say bcus again im not plus size so i dont know how to write #specifically for a plus size reader but i hope this is alright this is probably the only time i’ll ever do something specific like this and #even despite this i still kinda write it ‘openly’ in a way #i hope this is fine though ! not really good with these kind of things bcus i just dont do this ever really

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober day 11 — self done first-aid, makeshift splint

I took the “self-done first aid” prompt super literally. I like to think I’m funny.

Warnings: blood, injury, questionably accurate medical knowledge (I am not a doctor!), and descriptions of a pretty bad broken bone.

Ao3 link

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“Blue, that looks really bad.”

The blue smithy gave his brother a glare.

“It’s fine,” Blue said in a tight voice, ignoring the fact that his leg was bleeding and at entirely the wrong angle. “It’s not that bad. I’m not bleeding all over the place, d-deal with Vio first.”

Green leaned forward and gave Blue’s leg a small poke, and Four’s blue portion screeched, jerking where he lay on the ground.

Red shot the two a glance from where he was holding Vio in his lap, a shaking cloth held tightly to Vio’s side while the other was held to the red smithy’s own bleeding arm, and frowned.

“That doesn’t sound fine at all,” Red said worriedly, and Vio made a weak noise that sounded like he agreed.

“Well it is!” Blue gasped out, trembling a bit. Green sighed and wiped some blood off his forehead, and gave Blue’s arm a squeeze as Vio failed to hold in a groan from Red’s lap.

What a mess.

He was such an idiot.

Four had gone on a short walk before Wild finished dinner, promising the others he wouldn’t go too far. He’d needed to get out of camp, the other heroes just grating on his nerves for some reason, and knew if he’d stayed much longer he’d end up snapping at them.

So he’d been enjoying his walk in the quiet woods, until he’d realized it was too quiet, and been attacked by a sizable group of monsters.

He should have gone for backup. But he’d gone farther from camp than he’d meant to, plus was harboring a large amount of pent-up frustration he needed to get out. So despite being horribly outnumbered, Four stayed to fight alone.

He’d been forced to split at some point due to how impossibly outnumbered he was, and had just barely scraped out a victory, all four parts of him bleeding and exhausted.

They’d collapsed on the ground, and were attempting to patch themselves up with their truly meager supplies on hand so they could make it back to camp.

And refusing to outright admit how bad their injuries were to the others.

“Should we try fusing back together?” Red asked, his face pale. “Maybe Blue’s leg wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Or the injuries would all carry over just as severe and we’d pass out,” Blue said flatly, and Vio huffed out an annoyed sounding breath.

“He’s right... w-we can’t risk it,” the violet smithy said weakly, “but the healing supplies at camp are low, not enough for all four of us. Once we get back we’ll have to merge.” Red looked down at him with a trembling lip, eyes shiny.

“So what do we do?” he asked in a shaky voice, and Green wiped more blood off his face before catching his brothers’ attentions.

“Well... we need to get back to to the others. We can’t stay here for much longer or we’ll have worse problems on our hands,” Green said with a worried look at his steadily bleeding brothers.

Vio breathed in a shaky laugh. “Agreed. Is y-your forehead still bleeding?”

Green swiped his sleeve over his brow and didn’t meet Vio’s eyes. “Not as bad as your side, or Blue’s leg.”

“I said it’s not that bad,” Blue snapped weakly.

Red sniffled. “Blue, I can see bone, it’s definitely bad,” he said in a watery voice, and Blue turned his head away.

Green sighed, wiped more blood off his face, and listed to the side a bit before righting himself with a shake.

“Okay, here’s the plan. If we splint your leg, do you think you can manage the walk back to camp Blue?” he asked, and Blue nodded. “Okay. We’ll do that, and if I support Vio, than Red should be able to give you a hand and we can make it.”

“You’re forgetting... that you two are injured as well,” Vio pointed out, and Red and Green looked at each other.

The cut on Red’s arm was deep, but it wasn’t very big, and though his hand was shaking, it looked like it was more due to exhaustion than anything. He had a couple more miscellaneous cuts and scrapes, as did Green, but his arm was really the worst injury he’d received.

Green on the other hand, apart from the blood dripping sluggishly from the cut on the side of his forehead, had been slammed into a tree by a moblin at one point, and though he was acting as if it wasn’t bothering him, the others were keeping a sharp eye on the occasional stuttering breaths he’d take, and the hand that hadn’t left his ribs.

“We’re in better shape than you two,” Green said firmly, and reached into his bag. “Let’s focus on Blue’s leg right now.”

He pulled out the cane of Pacci, comparing the size of it with Blue’s leg as Vio rolled his eyes at his avoidance of the question. The cane seemed to be of a sufficient length for a temporary splint, and Green got ready to move Blue’s leg, Red gently sliding out from under Vio to help him.

“You’ll need to hold him steady,” Vio instructed quietly, and Red let go of his arm to hold Blue down instead, his eyes squeezed shut. Green handed Blue his belt to bite onto, and set a hand on his mangled leg.

“Okay. This is going to hurt, a lot. I’ll try to do it quick. I’ll count to three, and then—“

“Just do it,” Blue said sharply, reply muffled by the belt. Green nodded, and took a deep breath.

Then with a truly awful noise, he pushed Blue’s leg back into place.

Blue let out a muffled scream, jerking in Red’s hold as the hero clutched at him. Red still had his eyes squeezed shut, and tears dribbled down his cheeks as Blue continued to thrash in his hold, agonized noises coming from his brother.

Green ignored the cries and made sure everything in Blue’s leg was properly aligned again, ignoring the sickening feeling of moving the shattered bones around. He put the cane firmly in place, and wrapped it tightly with some of the precious few bandages they had on hand.

“Done,” he said shakily, after what felt like much too long, and Blue fell limp, gasping as the belt fell out of his mouth.

Red let out a sob and clutched the hand near his, which happened to be Blue’s, and it was a testament to the sheer pain the blue smithy was in that he didn’t try to remove it.

“Well t-that sucked,” Blue rasped, breathing stuttering.

Red tightly squeezed his arm, and Blue squeezed back, Green taking a deep, even breath next to them.

“Time to go,” Vio said, attempting to sit up.

Green frowned as he somehow did manage to raise to a sitting position, breathing heavily, and Red helped Blue to his feet, whispering apologies whenever Blue let out any grunts of pain.

Green pulled Vio up, making sure his arm was securely around the spot where Vio’s side was still bleeding, and with a deep breath, they started off.

Red was talking mindlessly about something to Blue as they trudged through the woods, and for once Blue simply listened, obviously appreciating the distraction. Really though, they all appreciated it. The passing comments on the occasional squirrel that ran by provided something to focus on other than the pain that was only getting worse.

Green suddenly stumbled a bit, and Vio clutched at him.

“Green, hey,” he said urgently, suddenly noting how pale his brother’s face was. “Don’t pass out, w-we’re close.”

“I can make it,” Green said firmly, though his voice wavered.

He breathed in sharply, and Red and Blue looked back at him, eyes wide. Green stumbled again and Vio tightened his weak grip, Blue giving him a worried glare.

“C’mon Green don’t wimp out on us now,” he snapped.

“We’re almost there Green,” Vio said as Green’s arm started to shake. “You can do it, it’s just a cut and some bruised ribs, we’re almost there.”

“I’m supposed to be helping you,” Green croaked, voice taut with pain.

“Well we’re h-helping each other. Now keep... going,” Vio urged, and Green plodded on.

Red had stopped talking, eyes shiny with tears and worry, and Blue was glaring at the ground, teeth gritted. They crossed the stream that was only a little ways away from camp, and Green suddenly went boneless.

Vio let out a surprised noise, but couldn’t support the deadweight of his brother due to his own condition, and they tumbled to the ground, Red gasping.

“Green, Green!” Red yelped, and Vio extracted himself as quickly as he could from under him, shaking his arm. He suddenly noticed a reddish stain on Green’s shoulder, and pulled his tunic down, staring in shock at the deep gash he’d somehow hidden from them.

“He’s been b-bleeding from that this whole time?” Blue gaped, and Vio shakily yanked the tunic back in place, and began to put pressure on it.

“We definitely don’t have enough potions for all of us now!” Red said with a gasp, tears dripping down his face. “V-Vio—“

“I’m thinking,” Vio said through gritted teeth, one hand pressed to his side while the other was pressed to Green’s shoulder.

Red helped Blue sit down while they waited for Vio to say something, and the forest was quiet for several long, tense moments.

Until something rustled in the bushes.

Blue drew his sword, and Red and Vio both put their hands on theirs, but then Twilight bounded out in wolf form, freezing at the sight of Four, split and in varying stages of severe injury.

“Rancher!” Red wailed with relief, and Twilight immediately shifted back, looking at all of them in shock.

“Smithy what happened?” he asked, sliding to his knees next to Green and Vio. He was already privy to the knowledge of Four’s splitting, and all of the conscious parts of him were grateful it was Twilight who’d found them so they didn’t have to explain. “You were just going for a walk!”

“Monsters. L-long story,” Vio said shakily, looking rather pale. “Now t-that you’re here we need to merge. If we get back together n-now we won’t... have to drink four separate potions.” Which we don’t have.

Vio pulled out his sword, and Blue and Red did the same, Red putting a hand on Green’s sword as well.

“What’ll happen when you merge?” Twilight asked quietly, and Blue huffed.

“Dunno. We’ve never been this bad off before when split,” he muttered in a voice the rest of them knew was worried. “Probably pass out.”

“It doesn’t matter, we have to do this,” Red said shakily, and the rest of him nodded, raising their swords as a bright, colorful light washed over them.

The colors faded, and Twilight blinked down at the singular hero before him.

Four lay on the ground in front of Twilight, leg still splinted, shoulder, arm and side all stained with blood. But all his injuries seemed to be less severe than they had been, and he cracked his eyes open with a faint smile.

“W...ell, l-look at that,” Four whispered. “Wasn’t as b-bad as Blue said.”

Then he passed out, and Twilight quickly pulled him into his arms, carrying him back to camp.

#kinda not loving this but it was my first time writing the colors! #hope it’s alright #I was making my head hurt with pronouns last night while writing this much too late #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu colors #lu Twilight #lu fic #whumptober2022 #day 11 #makeshift splint #self done first-aid #don’t have a good splint on hand? use your magic cane #just don’t accidentally flip yourself over #also haha #I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I’M WRITING FOR TOMORROW #whumptober 2022 #writing from the floor

[kingspuppet]

Send me good vibes so hopefully I can actually get writing and responding to things done this weekend. 🙏

#; OOC || Bri ♟️ #//I feel bad that I keep saying I'll get things done and I just...don't. #//But these last few months have been so shitty and I've not been handling it very well. #//So I know it's good and alright that I'm taking time to do what I need for myself. #//But I miss writing and feeling like an actual person. #//Instead I'm just sad/miserable/angry/anxious. #//And this last week has been a rollercoaster of anger and sadness (most likely from grief). #//So I won't make any promises as my mental wellbeing comes first. But I'll try to do things this weekend. #//Regardless I apologize for my inactivity here and my slowness even on Dis///cord. #//But I hope you've all been well and I'm sending ya'll lots of love. 💙

[that-was-anticlimactic]

nothing can keep me from loving you

written for @beachytablecloth - theatre au, renga

There were a lot of ways Reki could describe Langa: goofy, kind, determined, reckless… but something that Langa wasn’t was a quitter.

In the half a year that Reki had known them, he’d never seen Langa back down from anything. He was up for any challenge, up to pushing himself, and trying new things.

So, when he and Langa were at their class’ play rehearsal one afternoon and Langa bolted off the stage, Reki knew that something was wrong. Of all the things he’d seen Langa do, all the incredible things he’d accomplished, he’d never seen Langa give up.

Reki dropped everything after Langa ran off—literally. His clipboard clattered to the ground and he tore his headset off, tossing it to the side as he took off after him.

[or, langa doesn't want to be the lead actor in the school play and reki comforts him]

♡1,235 words | renga♡

#corey writes:) #AHHHHHHHHHHHH #hope this is alright lol #when i started writing this i kind of just Wrote and when i looked at the word count it was seven hundred words and then just said screw it #and kept going lol like today is such a depressing day so hopefully this is something a lil happy oiuytfrderdftgyhuijo #either way it was v fun to write <3 #my first time writing langa angst ! #trying to get into some of langa's character haha #anyways this isn't like my favorite thing ever but if i put more effort into it it would get too long and i have other stuff i need to write #bUT i still love them v much <3 #also purposefully made the title a starkid lyric for you hehe #sk8 #renga #reki x langa #langa x reki #sk8 fanfic

[seesnseless]

@iptosi || Settling Dust Prompts

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “ Shinji to Akihiko!

If there was one thing Akihiko hated it was being weak. His shortcomings on full display, especially in tense situations such as these, were shameful. It brings him back to moments of the past. Things he'd rather not think about during a normal moment. But especially not now when they were all in danger and his own body wasn't listening to him.

His entire body felt like it had been filled with sand, weighing him down to an extreme degree. He tried to stand but his legs wouldn't listen to him. It's never been this bad no matter how many times a Shadow's attacked his weakness. But now more than ever he needed to get up and help his team. He can't lose anyone else and the dangerous Shadow was closing in.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." He tries to offer his friend as reassuring a smile as he can muster. Unfortunately if anyone could read him it was probably Shinjiro.

Finally he struggles his way to his feet even though he sways as he does. He can't let the team down. He can't let Shinjiro down. So he has to pull himself together.

One hand clutches his evoker as the other arm winds itself around to hold against his ribs. He refuses to slow them down.

"Just go! I'll be right behind you!"

#iptosi #; IC || Akihiko 🕚 #//Hello!! I hope that this is alright in return #//Especially since this is my first time officially writing Aki!!

[arrowpunk]

Do circumstances in your life ever get so fucking insane that they don't feel real and in fact feel ripped straight from a novel or some shit? Because that's what I'm feeling right now and it is difficult to feel like the things that are happening are real and actually happening even though I know they are.

#ramblings of an arrow #having a time right now #hoping to high heaven I can somehow talk my parents into being decent parents #and failing that somehow talk them into letting my sister move across country to live with me until she finishes high school #I swear I have written this plot before with my own blorbos #dear God in heaven what has my life turned into #what sick hurt/comfort fanfic author tookover writing it #I'm not even having a bad time right now I just want to make sure my sister is alright #my own personal shit is going pretty okay for the first time in 6 months #but my baby teenage sister is in literal hell right now #and I cant just let that keep happening to her #not if I have even the slightest power to do something about it #I just hope I dont end up making things worse for her than they already are #though I cant imagine how that would be terribly possible at the moment #what in the fresh hell is WRONG with my parents

[animaniacswritingrequests]

Maybe something to do with Billie and Julia if you haven't already? Also I really like your stories! They're all really well written :)

Julia tried to keep her focus as she tinkered and hammered at her latest device designed to destroy “The Brain.” Ever since her mind was controlled against her will with an earpiece created by him, the thought of getting her revenge was the only thing on her mind.

It drove her, with each shock she received unprovoked from the device it only fueled her fire to not give up. She didn’t care how long it took, it was her life’s purpose to make Brain suffer as much as he made her suffer. Julia didn’t see it as being evil, it was called getting even. 

It was true that Brain’s demise occupied her mind for a while, and now even still a maniacal laughter racked her body and along with it another violent electric shock. But.. something else made its way into her mind along with those thoughts, or that is to say.. Someone else. 

“Made those instructions for you, pumpernickel.” 

And just when her image appeared into Julia’s mind, the voice belonging to that same mouse cut through her thoughts. If it wasn’t for her unique voice, Julia would recognize her instantly due to the nickname she gave her. Pumpernickel. She didn’t understand if there was a meaning behind the pet name, but it endeared her nonetheless. 

“Thank you, Billie. With these blueprints..” She carefully took the blueprints from Billie’s hands before clutching it tightly in her own, her mouth widening in a grin. “I’LL GET THAT BRAIN, AND MAKE HIM PAY!! AND..” Her spiel stopped when she noticed just how complicated and intricate the designs on the blueprint were. It was impressive, to say the least. Although Billie on the surface seemed nothing more than a pretty gray mouse with a ditzy personality, her intelligence put even Brain’s to shame. 

Julia blushed faintly then, coming to the realization that she had thought of Billie as.. Pretty. Not that it wasn’t true, but.. It was the first time she had thought anything of her appearance. 

“Hehe, you’re funny, Pumpernickel. But… how come you’re so adamant about getting your hands on eggy? I know he isn’t the kindest of mice, but you never really did explain.” She stepped closer to Julia, reaching a hand over and brushing her auburn hair behind the ear that had the mind control device attached. “Does this doohickey have somethin’ to do with it??” 

Julia felt herself shift in her seat, gently swaying her head as to shake Billie’s hand off. Her throat felt dry, and a silence fell between them. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, that was probably personal right, yeah? I shouldn’t have intruded. We haven’t known each other for very long, I just thought that..” 

“No, no no no! I’m not upset with you, it's just that, yes. It DOES have something to do with this GODFORSAKEN THING STUCK AND ATTACHED TO MY CEREBRUM!!!” Julia yelled, cursing as a rather inconvenient shock once again shook her whole self. “Sorry. Ahem, You’re right, it’s just.. I’d rather not talk too much about it. I don’t like talking about it too much, but… maybe when we get to know each other a little more.” 

Billie’s eyes widened ever so slightly, her heart skipping a beat at Julia’s words. She didn’t know why but, hearing the brunette mouse say something about getting to know each other more, it put her mind at ease. 

“Aww, gee, pumpernickel. You mean you want to… spend time together more?” 

Julia looked at her, and for what felt like the first time in forever, her lips upturned into a smile that had no hint of malice or maniacality, but instead a simple, genuine one that felt good to wear. “Of course I do!! Now, uhm.. I might need a little help, if you don’t mind. Just putting some things together.” 

“Sure thing, Pumpernickel! Just let me..” 

Julia felt the back of her hair being tugged on gently as Billie bunched it into her hands, tying it together into a short ponytail. The gesture was unexpected, but not unappreciated. 

“Thanks, but.. What was that for?” She asked Billie, as the gray mouse took a seat next to her, gently taking a share of the blueprints into her hand. 

“Oooh, I just heard it helps with focus. And.. You look even smarter and prettier with it on than I thought was possible. Hope that isn’t too forward, pumpernickel.” 

Julia scratched with her finger bashfully behind her ear, her appreciation for the ponytail growing that much more. Even when another tinier electric shock jolted her body, she didn’t shout or yell out. Instead, Billie’s compliment overpowered it in her mind. 

“Billie, you’re a natural flirt, aren’t you??” 

The two of them laughed, soft giggles shared between them before they finally turned their attention to Julia’s work, and during their working together, she knew with Billie by her side things would only be looking up.

#thank you so much im happy you like them!! #this is my first time writing both billie and julia so i hope i did alright #does anyone know if billie and julia have a ship name?? #fluff #animaniacs #patb #pinky and the brain #patb julia #patb billie #pinky and the brain julia #pinky and the brain billie #billie x julia #julia x billie #animaniacs fanfiction #writing #patb fanfiction #pinky and the brain fanfiction

[flysafepapi]

the sin factor 11/?

masterlist

Warnings: None for this one, I don’t think. Maybe a bit of past abuse towards the end, but it’s not graphic or really expanded on.

Summary: It’s in the eyes, too, the same ambition and clawing desperation to be more, get more, hidden behind a carefully blank stare. He also knows that Duke has something Tommy never had although it’s more likely that it’s the other way around, because Tommy has lines that he won’t cross for reasons that are his own. Duke has no such reservations.

tagging: @zablife​​​​ @the-makingsofgreatness​​​​ @peakyrogers​​​​ @hb-writes​​​ @caelys​ (let me know if you want to be added on or taken off)

He forgets, sometimes, that Duke can hide the darker parts of himself as if they never existed. Maybe it’s because he rarely needs to when it’s just the two of them, and it’s been just the two of them for the past two weeks while he recovered from the sickness that got him after the cold water they should have stayed away from. If Isiah didn’t know better he might’ve thought this man was the real one. The one who smiled at his father and handed over a bottle of stolen wine even though Isiah is going to be the only one that drinks any of it and walked into the old house like he didn’t spend the drive over almost sick with nerves. 

“Come in, sit down. The chicken will be done soon. I hope that’s alright, I’m afraid I don’t know how to cook much else. One of the few things Louise ever managed to teach me before she passed, I could’ve burned water if she hadn’t taken pity on me.”

Duke nods, still smiling, and files the information away to think about later. Isiah has never talked much about his mother, though he can’t really fault him for that. He doesn’t like talking about his mother either so he hasn’t pushed for any details. There’s a part of him that feels a sting of envy, just for a second. Even when his mother was alive, they weren’t close, and he never had anything even approaching the easy affection he sees between them. Once, he would’ve given anything to have a father that actually gave a fuck about him, but the time had passed and gone years ago. 

“You want anything to drink?”

“I’ll have the wine.”

“Just water for me, thank you.”

The smile becomes a little more real when he sees the look Jeremiah gives Isiah, teasing more than anything, as he says “About time you found a friend that had their head on right, might teach you not to drink so much. Maybe he can teach you some manners while he’s at it.”

Isiah leans over to him once his father leaves the room, taps him on the wrist twice, silently telling him to relax. “You look like you’re being sent to your death.”

“If he doesn’t like me, I just might be.”

“What?”

Mercifully, the door opening again saves him from having to explain, even though he knows he’s going to have to explain that later. The look Isiah gives him says as much but, for now, he lets it go. 

“Haven’t seen you around at the church. Something better you had to do?”

The question isn’t directed at him, and he looks over at Isiah to watch him try to lie his way out of the question. It shouldn’t surprise him, but it does, when Isiah shrugs and tells the truth, that he’s had things to do and hasn’t gotten around to it. What is it like, to know you can tell the truth to family and have them still stick around? Duke wouldn’t know but he wants to, the sudden want sharp and hot inside his chest. It’s been a long time since he’s let himself think about it, even longer since he did anything to act on it. For years, before his own mother passed, he’d asked her all the questions about his father that he could think of. Where he came from, where they met, what he looked like, what his name was. Back then, he had done everything he could to find the man, but everything he tried ended in nothing, and so he’d stopped trying. It’s irrational to feel envious of Isiah, he knows that. It doesn’t soothe the sting or make it go away. Fortunately, he’s gotten good at hiding everything he doesn’t want anyone to know. 

“I can’t imagine you at a church. Sure you wouldn’t burst into flames as soon as you walked through the door?”

“I’ll have you know I was the perfect altar boy as a kid, thank you. Never even stole the communion wine once.”

“Liar. Pastor caught him once, dragged him all the way home by his ear,” Jeremiah says, looking at Duke from across the table, smiling at the memory, “Would’ve gotten away with it, only he tripped and smashed the bottle all over the middle of the aisle between the pews.”

“You didn’t.”

Isiah sniffs, looking away from the both of them. “The carpet had a wrinkle in it, it wasn’t my fault.”

It feels good to laugh, to sit back and slowly clear the plate in front of him as he listens to them talk. It’s nothing like the few dinners he’s had with his own father, those have been awkward and borderline painful. Although he doesn’t contribute much to the conversation, aside from quick little answers and nods and smiles in the right places, he’s content enough to sit and listen. At least for the short time it lasts until Jeremiah asks him if he’s ever been religious.

“Not really, no. My mother took me to church a few times, but I don’t really believe. She didn’t like that much. I tried to impress her, once, by reading the bible back to back, until I could recite most of it from memory, but I could’ve told her I was the second coming of Jesus himself and it still wouldn’t have been enough for her.”

“I tried the same thing, but it was mostly because I was grounded after the wine incident and it was the only book I was allowed to read. Had a whole list of favourites and everything but I’m pretty sure that’s a result of some weird Stockholm Syndrome.”

“Do you have any favourites? From when you were younger, I mean.”

He shouldn’t’ve said it. In the few seconds before the words left his mouth, he knew it wasn’t going to go over well. Isiah would laugh, he knows, but it’d make whatever progress he’d made with Jeremiah disappear completely. Too late, he can’t take the words back.

“Revelations 6:17.”

~~~

“I think that went well.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a dinner end so fast. He hates me.”

They have to talk in whispers, because for some reason he doesn’t understand, Isiah had taken his father up on the offer to stay the night, and the walls are thin. He’d rather shoot himself than let anyone else hear about his doubts. It had been awkward enough helping to clear the table after he’d ruined the night.

“He doesn’t hate you. Trust me, you’d know if he did. He just needs a while to come around.”

Isiah watches Duke angrily changing into the clothes Isiah hands him, turning away so his back is turned, and bites down on his tongue to keep himself from saying anything about it. The scars are rough, raised enough that the dim light catches on them and throws shadows up and down his back, crossed over each other like they were deliberately made. He wants to reach out and touch them, but he knows that’ll lead to him getting another black eye. They’ve never talked about what Duke did before Tommy brought him here, not in any detail, but if the marks on his back are any indication, it wasn’t pleasant or fast. 

“Just wait, you’ll see. Give it a week, he’ll go around telling everyone about his brand new son.”

“Can we just go to sleep?”

The bed isn’t big enough for the two of them, still the same narrow thing that he’d grown up with, but they manage well enough after some shuffling around. He’s not going to complain about the lack of space, when it means he gets to wrap an arm over Duke’s middle and pull him back away from the edge until there’s no space left between them.

“Why did you stop going?”

“What?”

“If you wanted to please your mother, you would’ve just kept going to church with her even if you didn’t believe a word they were saying. You stopped going. What happened?”

It feels like he’s holding a plank of wood, for how stiff Duke goes when he asks.

“Nothing.”

“Was it bad?”

“I said it was nothing. Leave it alone.”

For a few minutes, he does, and the two of them lay in the dark without speaking, listening to the floors outside the room creak as his father finishes cleaning up and goes into his own bedroom at the end of the hall.

“You should have said 6:8. That one reminds me of you.”

“What?”

“The bible verse. ‘And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death. And Hell followed with him.’”

#peaky blinders #the sin factor #peaky blinders scream au #this didn't turn out exactly how i wanted it #but it turned out pretty good anyway #this was fun #i had such a hard time writing jeremiah because it just didn't sound natural enough #i did as well as i could #hope it sounds accurate enough #personal revelations my beloved #am i ever gonna give this guy a break? no #admittedly i only researched the bible quotes for about half an hour or so so these are most certainly out of context #but it's alright because they were never supposed to be in context for this #i don't have much to say about this one #other than the thought of the two of them trying to share a single bed is hilarious #i know it took them like fifteen minutes to figure out how #also not shown: isiah trying to initiate sex and getting shot down hard because duke's so offended #like 'im not having sex with you in your fathers house while he's in the next room you dumbass' #also he's trying so hard to give a good first impression because he wants his boyfriends father to like him #aww #peaky blinders fics #duke shelby #isiah jesus #jeremiah jesus