#one thousand followers ahhhh

[lucidfairies]

drummer girl [a.a]

pairing: punk drummer!abby x reader

summary: dina dragged you to a bar for a concert, and you naturally thought it would be lame as hell... you were wrong!

warnings: sub!top!abby, dom!bottom!reader, poc friendly (if it's not lemme know ASAP), begging, praise kink, face riding, cunnilingus [r], mommy kink uh [r], squirting, tribbing AHHHH, orgasm denial, masturbation

wc: 3.6k

collaborators: @enbesbian / @enbesbians

"please, I will seriously pay you to come with me," dina begged, following you around the kitchen as you put away dishes. "you know how important this is to me, I can't just go alone!! I need you there. you're my wing woman."

you sighed, running your hands down your face. "dina, this is my one night off a week. why would I want to spend it at some bar seeing a band that I don't even like?" she frowned.

"how would you know that you don't like them if you've never listened to them before? just come with. you spend all your time at home and that's not how a young, beautiful college student should be spending her life." you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm.

"look.. if I agree to come with you-" she squealed, "you're doing the dishes all month. deal?" dina clapped her hands and grinned.

"perfect. deal. now, let's go pick out your outfit." she grabbed your arm and pulled you in the direction of your bedroom, skipping all the way there while you walked.

you and your roommate dina had lived together for two years, ever since you met each other on campus. the first year was in a dorm... but that didn't really count. ever since then, you had become best friends, and essentially did everything together.

the first time dina mentioned this concert was two weeks ago, when she casually brought up that she was talking to a rockstar (her words). rockstar was a stretch, seeing as the band only had a few thousand followers on insta, but they were big on tiktok.

now, she was claiming that you had to come so that it wouldn't be awkward if her and this rockstar met up backstage and talked, and she wouldn't take no for an answer - no matter how much you said it.

that's how you got here, dolled up in cargos and a corset, going to see a band that you've never heard of with your asshole of a roomie. at least she blew your hair out for you and assisted with your makeup.

"jesus dina, it's packed. I thought you said this was gonna be a lowkey thing." you frowned. she didn't even bother answering, just locked her hand in yours and tugged you to the front of the crowd.

"you'll survive if you stop whining, y/n. just relax. you're way to wound up, I should get you a blunt." before you could ask her not to leave, she was gone. you didn't want a blunt, at least not right now - dealing with this many people high would probably give you a seizure.

the lights dimmed before dina got back, and when she did, she had two fruity drinks with her. "drink up, mama. tonight's gonna be so much fun."

the band was rock, and their lead singer and guitarist was the girl that dina was drooling over. her name was something like ellie, or eliza. you couldn't really remember, and the drink that she gave you was strong as shit.

maybe she was right, maybe you did just need to loosen up. by the time the drink was finished, you were grabbing her hands and dancing to the music with her, letting the alcohol take over your senses for a little while.

dina spun you, and while you were mid spin, you caught the eyes of someone on stage, and suddenly you felt incredibly sober, even if you were still buzzing. you let dina dance with herself for a minute as you tried to catch another glimpse of the drummer, but ellie was moving so much that you could barely see anything.

finally, ellie moved to a stationary microphone to play a slower song, and you could see the drummer in full view; hair pulled off her face revealing her blue eyes, high cheek bones, sharp jaw. she was in a loose muscle tee, and had a few layered necklaces from what you could tell, and she was looking at you.

you slapped dina's arm lightly and she turned to you, smiling like she had just downed four more cups of whatever you were drinking. "who's their drummer?" you yelled.

"that's abby," she yelled back, "you can meet her later." she went back to dancing, while you turned back to the drummer, abby, who was now focused on her music as she sang chords with ellie.

when her portion of the song was over, she looked back up for a moment and locked eyes with you again. you were truly the only one she was looking for, out of the few hundred people in the crowd. there was just something so perfect about the way the light hit you, making your face glow and your body look exquisite. you looked like an angel.

the concert went on for another hour or two, you weren't exactly tracking. all you knew were abby's eyes, and you didn't seek to be knowledgeable about anything else but her. you had to know her. had to have her.

when ellie sat her guitar down at quarter past eleven, you felt like you were being stabbed. the night was over. people were leaving. the band was walking off stage. "will you stay here while I go talk to ellie?"

"I thought I came to make it less awkward when you talked to ellie," your eyebrows knit in confusion.

"please don't hate me but I lied to get you out of the house," she was already backing up, "I'm gonna go do adult things with her so.. stay here. you're my ride." she turned on her heel and sped back stage while you scoffed. she was dead when she got back.

you slid into one of the booths and scrolled on your phone for a while, actually following the band's insta and tiktok. your phone was dying, and you needed the charge to get home, so you sighed and sat it down, staring at your hands while you picked your nails.

"did your friend leave you?" you looked up as you heard a voice, undoubtedly directed towards you. and. fuck. it was her - the drummer who you were making eyes with for three hours, who you were convinced you were never going to see again.

"she's in the back hooking up with ellie," abby snickered, cheeks a little rosey. you noticed some equipment she must've sat down, and you wondered how long she had been standing there before you acknowledged her.

"yeah, that checks. the door was locked when I tried to get my stuff." a silence fell between the two of you, and you tried to think of anything you could say.

"you had a really nice show," you broke the silence, smiling nervously, "I've never heard you guys play before tonight. it was crazy good." she stuffed one of her hands in her pocket and rubbed the back of her neck.

"thanks so much," she was practically giggling at the compliment. "uh, I gotta put some stuff away and head out.. d'ya think I could get your number?" you took her phone quickly, putting your number and name into it. you handed it back to her, smiling.

"abby, let's fucking go already," a man yelled into the bar from outside, looking at her with an annoyed expression.

she broke your eye contact to flip him off, then smiled. "I should probably go.. I'll text you." she picked up her bags and took them out to a van, then got it. dina came out seconds later, hair disheveled and makeup smudged.

"I don't wanna know." you said, sliding out of your booth and walking towards the car, your arm over her shoulders and her arm around your waist.

- - -

an hour later, your phone buzzed. ideally, you should've been asleep, but you couldn't get over the prior interaction. how could someone get over that? a hot drummer, with arms for days (something you couldn't see on stage) and the prettiest face, wanted your number.

hey it's abby :)

you responded with your name and asked her how her night was, and the following hours were spent talking about random things until the sun came up. she told you about this annoying guy in her band, talked about her tattoos, explained why she became a drummer. you were essentially head over heels.

it wasn't until late in the morning that she asked you to dinner, but that hardly mattered. she asked you to dinner. abby. the insanely hot drummer.

"dina, help," you ran into her room, throwing your phone onto her bed and running your hands through your hair, tugging at your roots. "abby asked me out. I haven't gone on a date in years, what do I wear? what do I say?"

"abby as in.. drummer abby? ellie's abby?" you nodded and she gaped. "girl, you have game!! everyone wants abby and she wants you. this is big news. where are you guys going?" dina got out of her bed, dragging you back to your room to assist in your tragedy.

you weren't going anywhere fancy, just some pizza place, but dina seemed to have all the answers to every question. she gave you baggy jeans and a cute crop to wear, helping you style your hair and giving you a kiss on the cheek before she left to let you do your makeup.

"I would hit," dina joked when you came out of your bedroom. "but for real, you look so hot. she's so lucky." you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help yourself from grinning. you and abby didn't halt your texting after she asked you out, and the more you learned about her, the more you liked her.

"does the jacket ruin the outfit?" you asked, pouting in the body mirror in the hallway.

"no babe, you're just overthinking. be safe, no sex without protection, talk about boundaries, if you need me call me. I love you, have fun!" dina pushed you out the door and shut it behind you, prohibiting you from second guessing yourself.

and dinner went... better than anything you could've thought. somehow, every bad thought, every intrusive thought, just relaxed around her. you weren't worried that she wasn't going to like your outfit, especially after the way she praised your body like a temple. you weren't worried about anything.

did it count as u-hauling if you absolutely undoubtedly knew she was the one?

she insisted on driving you home, claiming that Ubers were way too unsafe for such a pretty girl like you, and spent the drive back to your house singing along to music on the radio.

when she arrived at your apartment building, she walked you up to the door, blushing like a mad woman and smiling. "I.. um, we.. we have a gig next week, same place and time if you.. y'know.. wanna come."

"I'll be there. front row." you smiled, taking a small step forward. "is this when we say goodnight?" you giggled. she cupped your jaw and leaned in, lips hovering over yours.

"can I kiss you, y/n?" her mouth quirked into a smirk as you pressed your lips into hers. you felt that smirk under your lips disappear as your tongue breeched her lips, and your teeth took ahold of her bottom lip. after a while, she pulled away, cheeks still red. "sorry.. if we keep going I might start moaning."

"hm," you shrugged, "I'll see you next week, drummer girl."

- - -

dina was on the phone, hyping you up for tonight's concert and apologizing for being unable to come. she was away for this week, visiting family, which conveniently left your house empty. it wasn't the first date anymore, right? that meant it was okay to do things now, and you were certainly thinking about it.

"girl you should get some action tonight!" dina squealed, "it's the perfect night. she'll be all hot and sweaty, and the house will be empty."

"d, we've been dating for a week. we're not even official." you laughed, propping the phone up as you touched up your hair and makeup.

"you're lesbians, babe. you could've never talked before and be fucking right now." you grinned, getting up and giving dina a full fit check. tonight's fit was parachute pants, a tube bra, and a bomber jacket.

"okay, I gotta leave. see you soon, my love." you kissed the screen then hung up, calling your Uber and heading to the bar. just like last time, the joint was packed, and it was incredibly harder to get to the front of the crowd than last time.

abby waved from between her drums, smiling. you waved back, smiling the same. she looked so good; hair down, pasties hardly covering anything but her nipples, tits on display. you couldn't wait to see her up close, have her pressed against you as she kissed you.. or other things.

they played spectacularly, blowing the minds of everyone who didn't know how amazing they were. when ellie gave closing remarks, you instinctively moved towards the door to backstage, waiting for someone to let you in.

ellie came out, smiling at you as she held the door open. you slipped in, finding abby in one of the backrooms packing up her stuff. "hey baby," you shut the door behind her, coming towards her. she looked up, grinning at you and pulling you in for a kiss.

you pulled away, taking in her appearance. the pasties covered less up close, and her abs, which you hadn't known she had, were perfectly sculpted and the waistband of her boxers were showing off from under her cargos, and she looked absolutely delicious. but aside from that, her blonde happy trail was leading to places you had to see.

"did you enjoy the show?" she was blushing again, noticing your gaze on her body.

"yeah, but I enjoyed the view more." you pulled her in again, kissing her harsher than before, running your hands down her waist and over her stomach. she gasped into your mouth when you ran your fingers above and between the ridges of her abs. "wanna go back to mine?"

"hell yeah I do." and that's how you ended up in her car, with her hand on your thigh, as you directed her to your apartment. you guys stumbled in, trying to get in as fast as possible. you kicked off your shoes and pressed your mouth to hers again, pulling at her neck as you stumbled towards your bedroom.

she fell back, pulling you into her lap and kissing your neck. hickies traced her path as she grabbed everything, gently grinding your hips or tugging at your shirt. the moment you ran your hands over her tits, she started whining like a bitch in heat. "please touch me, please put your hands on my tits baby, please," she pressed her nose into your jaw, moaning when you peeled the pasties off and started flicking her nipples.

her back arched against your hand, nipples clearly sensitive. she got louder when you kissed her chest, then took her nipple in your mouth, grabbing at your hair and trying to hold your head there. "does that feel good, sweetheart?" you asked, almost condescending because everyone in the room knew the answer.

"s'good. so good," she kissed your neck softly as she ran her hands over your sides and pulled your tube top up and off, letting your tits spill out. her tongue was on them in no time, licking and sucking and nipping. "please top me," she mumbled once she kissed her way back up to your neck.

"what was that, abs?" you giggled when she whimpered.

"want you to top me, mommy." you stood, shimmying off your pants and underwear and pulling your hair up.

"on your knees in front of me, angel." she hurried up, kneeling in front of you as you positioned yourself on the bed. she placed her hands on the sides of your thighs and pulled you forward slightly, kissing the inside of your thighs. "wanna eat my pussy?"

"yes, please let me," you grabbed her by her hair and pushed her head into your cunt, hearing her muffled moans. she licked a fat stripe up to your clit, sucking it into her mouth and licking harshly.

"fuck.. you were made to get on your knees, huh?" your voice came out as a pant, and you groaned when she moaned into your pussy. her boxers were weeping, drenched in how you made her feel. it was like she was being punched in a good way, in a way that made her clit ache and beat.

she continued to suck your clit as her middle finger gathered your slick and pushed into you, whining again at the easy intrusion. it's like she was getting off on getting you off, and you were living for it. but you definitely weren't going to let her cum until you'd had your fill.

when she added a second finger, your stomach was already flipping. she curled them up, matching her finger speed with the speed she was sucking your clit, and you felt the familiar tingle in your legs, that shot up to your stomach. "gonna come," you moaned, letting your head fell back as you saw stars.

she milked every last drop, waiting until you were absolutely finished to pull her fingers out. you cocked your eyebrow and almost instantly she sucked your cum off her fingers, eyes blown and dark. "what do you want, abby?" you asked, gently wrapping your hand around her throat so that she looked up at you.

"want you to sit on my face," she swallowed hard, "please, I can make you feel so good, I promise I'll make you feel good," you were definitely nervous, but you complied, letting her adjust and lay back on your bed, beckoning for you to climb over.

you placed your thighs on either side of her head and hovered, watching as she admired your pussy. her eyes were wide but the blue had almost turned grey, absolutely entranced by you. "you look so pretty, don't you?" you cooed.

you ran your hands down your body, spreading your lips with your fingers so that she could see just how wet you were. her jaw dropped, and you could feel her warm breath against you. you messed with your clit for a moment above her before sinking two of your fingers right into your hole.

you fucked yourself slowly, moaning as you hit your g-spot over and over. abby was just watching, eagerly waiting until you let her have her turn. you fucked yourself right until you came, pulling your fingers out and letting it drip onto her face.

"I need you to let me fuck you," she huffed, eyes still focused on your center as she stuck out her tongue. she finally looked up at you, so you tangled your hands in her hair and sunk down, letting her do the rest.

you ground your hips against her tongue until she slowed your hips and maneuvered her hands to rub your clit with her thumb, tongue fucking you as deep as she could.

she was mumbling incoherent things into your cunt, whining about how she never wanted to stop eating you out. you briefly pulled up, letting her get air. "you taste so good," she moaned, panting, "never wanna stop," the last word got cut off as you sat back down.

abby was having the time of her life - head tightened between the thighs of an absolutely gorgeous girl as you rode her face. but she was so fucking wet, and you had yet to do anything but touch her tits, and she was desperate for you. she needed you to tell her what to do and where to be.

your stomach flipped, the overstimulation from your last orgasm hitting you hard as you got close. "want me to come on your face, abby? wanna make a mess?" abby whimpered, vibrations pushing you over the edge.

after a few moments, you rolled off of her and fell next to her, breathing heavily. you sat up, moving between her legs. her stomach fluttered at the thought of cumming on your fingers or tongue. "you're soaking the sheets, princess." her hips bucked as you gently ran your thumb over her clit and down her slit.

you spread her legs then lifted one and straddled her hip, hovering again. "what-what are you doing?" she stuttered, but you didn't bother to answer as you lowered yourself down, cunts clashing as you rolled your hips forward. "fuck.. feels so good mommy,"

abby was practically screaming. her moans were almost shrieks at how heavenly it felt. she had never done something like this before, most of the time it was lowkey with her other partners and all they wanted was the strap - but this. this was different.

your pussy was covered in her slick and it felt phenomenal, she was pulsing and throbbing and so wet. you grabbed one of her tits harshly and pulled at her nipple, twisting it right as your clit landed against hers.

"I can't-I can't, fuck, m'gonna cum, m'gonna cum," abby wasn't ready for whatever feeling came next, but it was different - abrupt. there was no buildup, and it was probably the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

you lifted off of her slightly, watching white pour from her swollen cunt, and giggling as she squirted. her head was back, chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from her high. "you squirted all over my pussy, baby." she propped herself up on her elbows and blushed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as you climbed off of her.

"you don't need to apologize, sweet girl," she smiled into your mouth as you kissed her, pulling her in by her neck. "we should go shower, what do you think?"

"sounds good to me." let's just say that the shower was not rated pg.

a/n: this ended lowkey super weird BUT that's okay. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO FERN FOR HELPING MEEEEE they literally wrote this guys. go check on the art this was based on and give it SO MUCH LOVE or I'll hurt u ty ty. next time she'll fuck u with her sticks 😚

#abby anderson #tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson smut #abby smut #abby anderson x reader #maya writes #abby the last of us #abby tlou #drummer abby

[skullwillow155]

Fanfic Draft - Sanji x oc (+More than likely Zoro) Sanji and oc had a sort of relationship before the time skip was fully official and depending how I go zoro develops feelings for oc. The split starting that up. This is post time skip and only the first draft so I may rewrite this slightly. Its no means finished and there will be more adventure with everything happening.

I hope its not too bad. I haven't wrote fanfiction in years and I haven't wrote for one piece before. So it may not be brilliant yet until I get my writing groove back on but I had a small idea and wanted to start something. Inspired by a chat I was having.

Story is also on A03 if anyone wants to follow so they don't miss any updates

Part 2 is up

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It had been two years since The Strawhat’s all saw each other after the incident on Sabaody and now the whole crew were finally reuniting back where it started. Jeshika couldn’t contain her excitement and if she was honest her nerves. Two years was a long time to be apart from everyone and she wondered if everything would be the same.

The anticipation was killing her as she stood on the Thousand Sunny with Nami and Robin. That had already been an emotion reunion, only just finishing hugging and crying with each other. Well the crying was mostly her and Nami but Robin was smiling. She had changed so much from when she last saw her. Her appearance was so much different but she would deal with everything later she was just grateful that she had her friends back. It was too surreal and she honestly never thought this day would come. How 3 months had turned into two years, that had broken her heart when Luffy told them to stay away but in her heart she understood that they had to get stronger. She never liked it but she trusted her captain that it was the right choice.

She got stuck in her thoughts of the last two years that a few hours passed and the sky began to get darker. She didn’t realise how long she had been in thought until Nami and Robin were sorting things out on the ship, calling to her to come with them and sort things out. She snapped out of her thought and refused the offer, not wanting to move until she saw them; instead she stood waiting impatiently for Luffy to return with Zoro and Sanji.

She wouldn’t leave the deck, waiting for her captain to return, almost wondering if they would. She didn’t to lose them again not when she was this close to having everyone back together again. She bit her lip and sighed, feeling the anxiety bubbling up. She knew things never went to plan with them but she hoped this was one of the days where she could just have a little bit of peace. Waiting on the ship was agonising. She kept tapping her feet on the ground and biting her nails, feeling herself get more frayed as the minutes turned to hours. All she wanted was to be reunited with everyone and she wanted to see both Zoro and Sanji. Her heart aching at that thought.

After what felt like hours she finally heard a light holler in the distance before seeing Sanji wave her way. His eyes going wide as he looks over. “Ahhhh~~ Jeshika – Swan” He hollered and waved happily, a pool of blood leaking from his nose, he goes to cover that and his eyes we’re bright. The blood, excitement and movement caused him to fall off the small ride the three were on and being thrown onto the ship near your feet.

She sees them coming back and smiles as she waves back at them, letting out a squeal. Luffy hops off the boat with a wide smile and Zoro making his way behind Luffy onto the ship; not before looking at the chef in disgust and taking a step over Sanji’s body.

Jeshika took in the sight before her and couldn’t help the wide smile on her face. Luffy was talking fast and loud almost bouncing over the ship which took her attention away briefly before seeing Zoro in the corner. She immediately goes to Zoro first giving him a long hug as she took in his scent and appearance for the first time in two years. It was similar but also different and that made her feel a little sad at the thought he seemed different but she let that thought slide trying to revel in the here and now. They were here that was all that mattered. Zoro was quite stoic and rigid at the hug but she did feel him give a small squeeze back. That was more than she needed. Just to know he was happy to see her, he had a small smile on his face which he tried to hide but Jeshika saw it. She smiled back not needed to speak. There was no need for words between them, she could still feel the connection they once shared and let out a small almost inaudible sigh of relief. Maybe things could get back to some normality now.

She let out another smile at Zoro almost getting lost in the feeling of having him back that she almost forgot everyone else. Just for a moment that is until she felt movement by her feet and realising Sanji was still on the floor. She let out a chuckle before pulling away from Zoro and bending down to pull Sanji into a tight hug.

She saw the blood coming from his nose still and let out a small chuckle. “Same old Sanji” she whispered in glee. She was grateful that there was some familiarity after all these years. The blood going on her bikini top but she didn’t care, almost pulling him into a much tighter hug. Two years was too long. She pulled him even closer to her chest and hugged him tight. Just letting all her emotions wash over her.

She could feel his body trembling against hers, His grip on her tightening, as he knuckles almost turns white. She could feel him digging into her skin but she didn’t mind. It made it feel real.

Sanji had been yearning to feel Jess’ warmth again so badly for a long time, being stuck on that island made him yearn for her touch more than he would like to admit. He could see Zoro raise an eyebrow at his behaviour but he didn’t care. They were both over the moon to see you and neither were going to ruin this moment even if it was tempting to snap at the other.

Blood had covered Jeshika’s chest from his nose as he tried so hard to stop it but the sight of her was too much, she had changed too but it wasn’t in a bad way. Her figure and her aura just made him want to soak in everything about her once again. He was embarrassed beyond belief but he just couldn’t stop himself. He doesn’t want to move away from fear of her not being there anymore.

He continued to hug back with all of his strength and leans his head into her before pushing his face against her breasts. It was done without thinking but the scent of her and the softness was all he wanted, craved even. He needed the warmth and the comfort only she could give him and he was going to be greedy and take it all. Relief also washing over him at being in your grasp again.

Zoro felt a hint of jealousy run through him at the two of you hugging, a flash going though his eyes but he didn’t make a move to stop it. He could feel the tension, knowing they both needed this, even if it was killing him to not be able to touch her. He wouldn’t let Sanji win and show what he was feeling. He had thought long and hard throughout the two years as he was training with Mihawk. Thoughts of Jeshika always staining his mind in the quiet moments of day. The thoughts became more and more as the years passed by. Almost wondering what would happen if and when he finally got to see her again. He couldn’t pinpoint those feelings gnawing at his chest at the sight of the idiot cook and Jeshika hugging but it pulled him into his thoughts. Zoro was lost in thought just taking in her appearance realising how much she had changed but there was still the same old Jeshika underneath the change in appearance and it made him twitch his lips a little; grateful no one saw that. He couldn’t stop looking at her.

Jess lifted her head to look at Zoro almost expecting him to have disappeared with the captain, usually first to follow when Luffy was to leave, when she noticed him staring. She felt a light blush creep on her cheeks and looked away bashfully before holding onto Sanji tighter, burying her nose into his blonde hair; one to avoid Zoro’s intense gaze and two to try and remember the scent she has missed so dearly. Zoro caught Jeshika’s glance and cleared his throat before turning away and pretending to inspect his swords.

Jeshika didn’t know how she had coped in those two years. Being away from her captain and the crew was bad but being away from both Sanji and Zoro had almost broken her. Many a nights she thought of her crew, wondering what they were doing but each and every night the thoughts always came back to one of two Strawhat’s; Sanji or Zoro. Her and Sanji were close, probably the closest she was to any of the crew, before they had separated and her and Zoro’s relationship was complicated but there was always an undeniable bond between those two that they had; even if Zoro never voiced anything they both cared for each other deeply.

She was pulled out of her thoughts at the feel of wet on her chest, She looked down to see the blood pouring but didn’t care that she was covered in it. All that mattered was the man in front of her. With shaky breaths she kissed the top of his head and lets him soak her presence up like a sponge.

She had a warm feeling in her chest knowing she was back with the two most important people in her life and felt a calm wash over her.

As they hugged Zoro teased Sanji at his behaviour trying to cover his own thought’s and feelings. Sanji’s head snapped up to give Zoro and glare but was brought back to Jeshika’s presence quickly. The words he wanted to say to Zoro dying on his lips as he tried so hard to stop the blood from flowing. “Stupid moss head” He whispered but there was no malice to it.

In the background the rest of the crew were laughing and talking and all Jeshika could think was she was home. Everyone were all so happy to be together again. Everyone had changed in someway she could tell but the bonds they had seemed to just fall back into place and that was all that mattered. She was just happy that Sanji was still Sanji no matter what else may have changed in the two years apart. She was sure there was some change in him but this, this was still the same man she knew.

“I missed you...” She whispered with shaky breaths; a couple of tears staining her cheeks. She looked at both Sanji and at Zoro as she said those words. Zoro’s heart swell but didn’t move, wanting to say he missed her too but the words got stuck in his throat.

She felt Sanji pull his head back from her chest and wipe his nose one more time not noticing how much blood was stained and wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb. “I missed you too suteki na” He said intently as his nose bleed started to dry up.

It was true. He had missed her terribly. He took in her beauty and her smile and fell in love all over again. Her hair had grown longer and she had grown a tan since she had been gone but she was still beautiful to him. “My god I’ve missed you so much” He pulls back and stared into her eyes Intently, feeling like he was finally home.

Now he had pulled back she finally took in his appearance and noticed how much he’s changed just by glancing at him. His blue eyes had come more intense, his hair had grown, covering his face a little bit more. She noticed his fringe changing sides on his face and the stubble he had grown and looked him up and down drinking in his appearance. Both the men in front of her had different auras about them but she couldn’t help feel soft inside at the two men in front of her. This wasn't an entirely new feeling but she was glad the last two years could now finally be ended. She didn't have to be lonely anymore.

Part 1? Might change some of it not too sure.

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[silent-raven13]

Hobie put me down!

Gwen dodges the anomalies, "This is bad! Miguel! Peter! What's the plan?"

"Shit. Shit! Shit!" Pavitr screams running away from thousands of anomalies beasts chasing him. "There's so many!"

"UGH! Get off of me!" Miguel shouted out loud at the monsters, he had Mayday holding onto his back. "Mayday, hold on!"

"Yes, sir!" Mayday using her web shooters to hit one of the beasts behind Miguel. "Uncle!"

"Ugh, Peter, why did you bring her here!" Miguel shouted out loud.

Peter talk through his earbuds, "Gwen, we can't talk now. There's too many."

"DADDY!" Mayday screams, as she jumps in the air dodging one of the monsters' attacks.

"Ah, princess!" Peter uses his web to catch one of the beasts.

Miguel slashes, "Where's everyone?" He grabs Mayday in the air before running off. "We need backup! LYLA!"

"You got it boss!"

"Well, Jess and Ben are busy stopping the big one, and Pav is being chase..."

"Where's Morales and Brown?" Miguel asked.

Gwen had a teardrop on her head as she looks perplexed on the situation at hand. "Well..." She saw Brown running across the field, "you know, Hobie!"

Miguel growls then he heard Miles' voice through the intercom.

Miles screaming over the earbud, "Hobie, put me down!" Being carried from his boyfriend while being chased by a massive group of monster anomalies.

Hobie run faster, "No can do, luv. I don't want you to get hurt!"

"Hobie, I'm a superhero! Let me fight- AHHHH!" Miles screams as his boyfriend jumps off a dangerous abandon building to the next. "Can you give me a warning!"

"Luv, I'm protecting you!" Hobie said over the intercom, he carries Miles away from danger.

"Hobie, our friends need our help!"

"Nuh uh!"

"HOBIE!"

Everyone stood confused. "These two...."

Mayday giggles, "Big bro is so funny!"

"COÑO, BROWN LET MORALES FIGHT!" Miguel shouted out loud in anger.

Hobie snorted, "Nope."

"What do you mean no?" Miguel shouted.

Gwen shouted back, "Hobie, let go of Miles."

"PLease, help me! I'm being chased!" Pav cries!

Ben screams, "Miles, I need your lightening powers! HELP!"

"I'm trying, but Hobie is not letting me go!" Miles gave up.

"Why are you giving up!" Peter shouted.

"You know, Superman's weakness is kryptonite," Gwen explains, "Hobie's is Miles kryptonite. Also, Hobie is super strong with his hugs, impossible to break free."

"Yeee-aaahhh," Miles sighs having to look bored with Hobie carrying him away from the thousands monsters.

"Hobie, we need Miles. These monsters hates electricity!" Ben shouted.

Miles said to his boyfriend, "Bae, let go of me! I have to help!"

"Darling, don't you see the danger we are in? They can figure it out." Hobie runs off.

"BECAUSE OF YOU!" Gwen shouted, "You didn't have to run."

"I have to." Hobie's face serious, "Anything to protect my delicate Sunflower." He turns bright pink.

"DUMBASS! GET BACK HERE WITH MORALES!" Miguel shouted over the intercom.

"Too loud!" Hobie turns off the intercom.

Miles said out loud, "Hobie, don't turn off the intercom! We need it!"

"No, luv! We are fine." His boyfriend always sync everything together. The two found safety.

Miguel scowls, "Idiot!" The group kept fighting.

Miles uses his webs to pull down some metal towers, "Ben, I'm tearing down some metal towers! Make sure you and Jess have the large one go into the circle. If we take out that one, then all will follow."

"You got it."

"Everyone lead them to the circle!" Miles pulls another sets of metal towers. "I got a plan." He turns to his boyfriend, "Bae, at least go through those towers, please. For me, papí!"

Hobie smirks widely, "No, problem!" He swings from another old building letting his Sunflower pulls down the tower. "Luv, Easy." Hobie slaps Miles' rear, "I don't want you to fall!"

"It's hard doing this when you're carrying me like this and ow. That hurts." Miles said as he pulls down the towers.

One by one the metal towers fell to the ground. All the Spider-heroes had those little monsters into the circle. "There! That's the last one." Gwen shouted in the intercom.

"Okay. Everyone get out of there!" Miles shouted as he uses his electric venom strike on the metal towers sending a charge through the circle. The large monster touched the towers getting zapped till being unconscious, then the little ones fainted.

"Wow, awesome plan!" Pav said out loud.

"You guys can handle the rest, I'm exhausted." Miles sighs having to use the last energy he had.

"We'll be leaving." Hobie said through the intercom jumping into the portal with Miles in his arms.

Miguel said, "Idiot."

"At least we won." Peter sighs having his daughter on his back.

Miles shouted, "Hobie! Put me down!" He struggles to break free being in another world. Hodie holding his beloved Sunflower while standing over a tall building.

"Nope."

"Ugh, fine. Then your getting me Pizza!"

"How about fish and chips?"

"No!"

"Awe, don't be cruel. You'll love it from this world." He carries Miles.

"Ugh, fine!" Miles huffed cutely.

Hobie changes his boyfriend's position carrying him like a bride, "Hold on, darling. We're going to eat." He swings one building to the next to start their date night.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #across the spider verse #spiderman #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #miles molares #atsv #flowerpunk

[professional-benaddict]

I'm back on my MoB kick and all I can think about is

Tony and Stephen either married/partners/friendenmies

Tony gets hurt

Stephen wants to take care of him, but his job is a surgeon. After care is someone else's job. But Tony deserves the best.

Enter at home Nurse Peter Parker. [ Stephen pulled strings to get him]

Who may or may not know who Tony is or atleast his connection to the mob.

- WinterSpiderPurrs

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Mafia boss Tony, surgeon Stephen, Tony and Stephen are married, nurse Peter, mentions of gun violence

Peter has never been headhunted for a job before. It made him feel important and special among the thousands of nurses who are more qualified and experienced than him. They didn’t get the job offer, he did. There must be someone who finally sees value in Peter’s skills, and the young nurse has to take the rare chance offered to him.

However, he may have jumped into this too soon, because now he is stood across the street from the address he was given and the house looks intimidating.

The house is practically a mansion, and an old one at that. But, the house seems resilient and well kept. The lush garden must look beautiful in daylight, but now in the October moonlight it looks haunted. There is a large black metal gate in front of the house and black shapes move back and forth with confident footfalls.

“What the fuck…” Peter whispers to himself. He checks the address again, and again. It is the right one and he is in the right place. The number of the house and street is correct. “Here goes nothing…”

Peter walks up to the gate, and he is about to say something awkward to one of the men guarding the gate, but he doesn’t get the chance.

“Mr Parker?”

“Uhm- yes. Yes, that’s me.” Peter squeaks.

The guard says nothing, but he makes a gesture with his hand and a built in door opens up from the gate. Peter steps inside and follows one of the guards up to the house.

The house is well-lit and warm when Peter steps inside. There are lush carpets and expensive furniture in the entrance hall, which hints to even more richness inside the rest of the house.

The guard wipes his shoes, but keeps them on, so Peter does the same. The guard says nothing still, but he turns back to look at Peter while he wipes his shoes and waits for him to catch up before walking on.

They head upstairs and make a turn around a corner before the guard gestures for Peter to wait. The man knocks on one of the doors and steps inside before closing the door. Only now does Peter notice how quick his heart is beating in his chest. His limbs feel jelly-like, and he takes this small moment of alone time to calm himself.

“You’re okay, you’re okay…” Peter mouths to himself.

The door opens again, but another man steps out and Peter snaps his head up. Finally, a familiar face.

“Doctor Strange!” Peter breathes out in relief. He hopes it is not too obvious, and that the doctor doesn’t notice how shaky Peter’s hand is in their handshake.

“Peter, thank you for coming. I know I didn’t tell you a lot about this assignment, but all will be revealed soon. You can ask any question you’d like.” The doctor says and leads Peter down to the next door and opens it.

It is an office and Stephen heads to the desk to look through some papers. The doctor returns quickly though with a paper for Peter and a pen.

“So, this is how you live…?” Peter asks before taking the paper. An NDA.

“Some of the time, yeah.” Stephen answers shortly. “I’d like you to sign this before I tell you anything about the assignment. You can quit whenever you like, but you-”

“Cannot talk about it, got it.” Peter chuckles and Stephen gives in a smile. The doctor gestures for Peter to use the desk to sign and the young nurse does so.

“Great! Now that’s settled.” Stephen says after checking the signature and leaving the paper on the desk. They head out into the hallway again. “I’ll show you your patient now.”

Stephen opens the door he came out from before and lets Peter step inside the room. It is a bedroom and a king-sized bed takes up most of the space. And on the bed, is a man, fast asleep. Peter cannot see him well from where he is standing, but he sees some dark hair and facial hair. The room looks quite ordinary, although much classier than Peter could ever afford with a nurse’s pay. However, the medical equipment and machines in the room stand out.

Peter recognises all of them, of course. All the tubes and wires connected to the sleep man on the bed. And based on them, he deduces that the man should be in hospital, not at home.

“Who is he?” Peter asks.

“Tony Stark. Your patient, and my husband.” Stephen answers.

Something about Stephen’s tone of voice makes Peter feel uneasy.

“What happened?”

“He was shot in the abdomen. Stupid.” Stephen says the last part through slightly gritted teeth.

“When? Who treated him? He needs to be in hospital still, surely.” Peter says in disbelief.

“I did.”

Peter takes a step from the doctor. The guards, the NDA, gunshot wounds, treated by family… The headhunting. It all starts to make sense.

“He can’t go to the hospital.” Peter says quietly. Or else, the police will find out…

“No.” Stephen says simply. “But, he won’t need to when he has you taking care of him. I cannot be here all the time, plus, I’m a surgeon. I’ve done what I can.” The doctor steps closer to Peter, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Now I need your help, and you will need the money. Trust me, I know. So, you will take the job, yes?”

Peter squeezes his eyes shut. He lets out a breath and then opens his eyes.

He nods.

“I’ll take the job.”

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[swap-and-possessions]

Suit Vlogger: First Video

Channel Name: Swapsider99 Subscriber Count: 2

Aiden: Hey, guys! Welcome to my newly made channel – Swapsider99. I am so excited to start this journey with you all. In this channel, I will review the hip and fad apparel everyone is crazy about these days – bodysuits! I recently bought one and decided to do a vlog about it because it seemed like nobody else had done it so far.

[Aiden grabbed a box offscreen and showed it to the camera]

Aiden: I know, the box looks cheap. It’s just a simple bag with BodyCo’s logo on it. I can’t begin to imagine the hours I had to work just to buy this suit. I imagined it’d be worth it once I tried it out. 

[Aiden rips out the bag and shows the contents to the camera]

Aiden: Oh! Wow! One thing I noticed first is how life-like the skin texture is. There’s still a little bit of the unnatural smoothness, like a powdered bum of a baby, but everything else blows out of the water! It’s surreal, holy fuck! If any viewers realized, yes, this suit is modeled after me. I bought add-ons, like a little more body hair and leaner muscles. I could’ve added more, but you know… money issues. 

Aiden:  The skin’s a few millimeters thick – a bit thicker than a condom sold at a convenience store. It’s not as sticky or slippery, though. Like the skin, the hair looks and feels realistic. I can’t seem to pluck any of the hairs, though. It’s just a rumor, but they said this is one way of differentiating between an actual person and someone wearing a suit. It’s real, I guess. Other than the hair, there’s a massive slit on the back and that is where I will enter the suit.

[Aiden opens the suit and shows the inside to the camera]

Aiden: The surface of the inside looks just like what’s outside. There are a few areas where the thickness of the suit is thicker, like the abs and biceps. The inside surface is devoid of any hair or skin pores. The product video I’ve watched before said the inside surface is studded with trillions of neuropathic junctions connecting to your nervous system. I’ll feel everything outside the suit as if I wasn’t wearing it in the first place. Look at this hole in the crotch area. This is where I’ll insert my dick. Judging from how long and spacious the cavity is, I guess those additional $200 were well spent. 

[The video cuts to the next scene where Aiden stripped his apparel. The video aimed at the top part of his body, but a carefully placed mirror sneaked a view of his 4-inch flaccid penis.]

Aiden: My hands are trembling with how excited I am to wear this suit. Not to brag, but I am the first among my friends who bought a bodysuit. I can’t wait to see the look on their face when they see the new me. 

[Aiden dipped his foot inside the suit and followed it with another.]

Aiden: Whoa! I felt a tingle from my foot. It’s quite euphoric if that’s the proper term. It’s like a jolt of electricity traveling through my veins and spine. It’s like feeling the kick of a strong and dark coffee. I’m more alive than ever! 

[Aiden continued to wear the rest of the suit, his face getting more ecstatic by the second.]

Aiden: Holy fucking shit! They didn’t lie when they said I’ll feel everything the suit feels. There’s a bit of numbness, but that’s it. I could feel the breeze from the air conditioner, or the touch of my fingers when I coursed through my arms.

[With a smile, Aiden showed his arm and ran two fingers across it]

Aiden: I- I could feel it! Hahahahaha!

Aiden: And look! When I flex my arms, my bicep bulges out! The- That wasn’t there before, and now it is! Hahaha! I have the strength of a thousand cowboys running through my veins. Hah! This would be amazing if not for this stupid flap of the suit’s face attached to my neck. I better get to it, then.

[Aiden pulls the mask over his face, thus completing the rest of the suit.]

Aiden: Ahhhh!!! Fuck! Th- that was amazing! I have never taken drugs in my entire life, but this must be what it feels like. I still have my devilish looks, but with an improved physique! I didn’t even need to go to the gym to get this body. And man! I look even better with these muscles attached to my body. The hair on my chest and groin make me even sexier. Holy fuck! This suit is one massive ego boost. I never talked this way before, but it feels natural now. 

Aiden: Well, guys, that's it for today's vlog. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Thank you so much for watching, and don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more content like this.

Aiden: Before I go, I just want to give a shoutout to my future viewers. I hope to come back with more bodysuits to review. Until next time…

#Bodysuit #Male Bodysuit #Skinsuit #Male Skinsuit

[strawberrysodaslut]

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 1K MY LOVE<3! I'm so happy and excited and I love u a lot, lemme kiss ur forehead smooch<3. U know im gonna send like a thousand asks so I hope u don't mind < 3.

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When you first started dating, you knew he still loved her, you weren’t blind.

You saw the way he looked at her, the smile on his face whenever she talked to him- a smile he never gave you. You had heard all the stories about the dates he took her on while they were together, great, big romantic gestures with roses, candles and probably a suit. But when it came to you, he never planned the dates, and when you did it would be a 50/50 chance of him showing.

The truth was, you didn’t know exactly what you were to him. A tactic to get her jealous? A distraction? You didn’t know, but you knew one thing for sure; you weren’t someone he cared about.

And you were the idiot in love with him.

Your friends hated him, they truly did. It became a daily occurrence of “I don’t know what you see in him,” or, “he treats you like shit, dump his ass.” But you never listened, you thought that one day, maybe, he’ll get over her, one day he’ll love you back. And that was enough for you.

It took months, but finally, he seemed to notice you. He started taking you on dates, asking you about your day and listening to what he said, the light in his eyes evident when he sees you. You were right, the wait was worth it. He was the perfect boyfriend.

He wasn’t feeling well today, didn’t show up to any of his classes. So you decided to get him some soup from the kitchen, as well as some ‘muggle remedies’ for colds, knowing how he can’t stand Madame Pomfrey’s techniques with the common cold.

You knock on his door, quite lightly, just in case he is asleep. You don’t hear his voice, so you assume he is, deciding to leave your little ‘gift basket’ by his bed, so he can enjoy the stuff as soon as he wakes up.

But just before you open the door, a hand wraps around your arm, James’ hand. “I- I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He said, brows furrowed as he lightly chews on his lip. You look behind him and see Remus, he looks furious, why was he so mad?

“What’s going on?” You ask, letting go of the doorknob, “Is he okay?”

Remus scoffs, “yeah, he’s more than okay…” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Moons…” James warns.

But Remus ignores his warning, “No, fuck this. I can’t stand by this shit anymore. Look at her Prongs, she doesn’t deserve this shit.” He says, putting his hands behind his head as he paces the short hallway.

What was he talking about?

“It’s not our business…” James whispers, so quiet you can barely hear him, but Remus does.

Remus pushes him out of the way and swinging the door open. Muttering an “I’m so fucking sorry,” before walking back to the common room, James’ following behind.

You look in the room, eyes locked onto the sight on Sirius’ bed. He’s lying down, looking happier than you’ve ever seen him, with her on top of him, doing things that you thought he’d only do to you.

You’re dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. Should you make your presence known? Or should you leave? Either way… you couldn’t look at them. You couldn’t see what they were-

“Oh- shit.”

The voice leads you to look up at the… couple… and through the blurry vision that your tears have provided you, you see him staring right at you. His eyes are wide, hers are bigger. She covers herself with the blanket, sheepishly avoiding eye contact with you.

You want to leave.

So you do, walking out the door and rushing back to the common room, it doesn’t take long for you to hear the footsteps of your boyfriend behind you. “Wait, please” He says, finally catching up with you. But you walk past him, heading back to your own dorm, “Just let me explain.” He says, gripping your arm to stop you from moving.

You shake your head, “I think I understand perfectly, thank you.” You say, ripping your arm from his grip as the tears fall down your cheek, “I thought… I thought I was finally good enough for you.” You say, “That you were happy with me.”

He’s crying now, whether its out of embarrassment, guilt or actual regret you’ll never find out.

“But it was always her, wasn’t it? It’s always gonna be her?” You say, the grit in your voice nearly breaking as you hold back your sobs.

Sirius is speechless, and for the first time, he sees what he’s done to you. “I’m so sorr-“

You walk off, ignoring his apology. He doesn’t deserve to feel better because he ‘apologised’. He deserves the guilt. Because you knew now, you really knew.

He wasn’t happy because he noticed you, because he realised he wanted to be with you.

He was happy because he got her back.

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[obae-me]

Tainted Reflections- CH 12

Start This Story From The Beginning 

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Like Sands In An Hourglass

MAJOR Warning: This chapter contains Blood, Violence, Gore, Body Horror, Disturbing Imagery. 

As Always, Read Safely. 

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Fake lips were inches from your face, the two empty voids peering at you, the creature’s neck stretching around a tree just to observe you. You remained frozen, mouth open, stuck in place with fear. Would you even have had time to stand up before it cut you down? Was this how it all ended? All hope…devoured with you. The feathers across the creature’s body fluttered and twitched as the light from the mask was trained onto you. “Ahhhh…” It seemed to sing, to chitter, the magic hitting the back of your head and twisting the note into a hum with the sound of Simeon’s voice. Then something happened. One of the runes engraved into the mask flashed a blue, changing the light shining down on you with it. It was a soft sapphire tone. The mask twisted, neck rotating, turning far too much to be normal, the head completely upside down. Was it…confused? 

A wild blur of black and white rushed by you, the next second followed by an unholy scream. Well, perhaps that wasn’t quite accurate. This, by all accounts, was a rather literal holy scream. The creature’s neck snapped back into position, flailing, the sound it was making was as if a thousand different birds all cried out at the same time. Belphie jumped back, letting go of the sharpened branch he had just impaled into the creature’s neck. But if either of you assumed doing such a feat would be enough to kill it, you would both be wrong. It’s a good thing neither of you considered it would be so easily defeated. Belphie ran over to you just in time to miss the creature swing one of its blade-legs, picking you up and beginning your running once more. Only, neither of you got very far before he suddenly let go of you, pushing you away from him as he started sprinting in the opposite direction. 

You knew he had noticed the strange behavior. Besides, he knew more about this thing than you did. He was going to…no…“Belphie!” 

“Meet me at the house!” He shouted back, the creature’s spotlight narrowing as it moved from hunting down the both of you to only him. It almost trampled you in the process, swiveling towards him. “I’ll draw it away! Just run! Promise me you’ll run!” He looked back over his shoulder, his usual tired or neutral face twisted into one you’d wished you’d never seen before. Desperation. You took a few steps back, heading back towards the way you came. Belphie smiled before turning his head away from you, sprinting faster off through the trees, the sin eater barreling through after him. 

And before you knew it, you were alone again. 

Anxiety, bewilderment, fear, exhaustion, everything raced through your mind all at once, doing so at the same speed your feet were moving at. Following the mess you’d all made through the snow, you made your way back to where you’d first seen the demon be killed. That was when you finally stopped, stomach churning at the sight. Would Belphie…survive? That was a question you thought you’d never have to ask. The demon brothers, the people you knew were all so strong, even magical mishaps were more of an inconvenience than anything. No one and nothing ever posed much of a threat to them aside from amongst themselves. Belphie had looked so frightened…and his face when he’d told you to run…like he was content. 

All the sudden, searing pain ran through you, flaring at Belphie’s pact mark. You fell to your knees, gasping for breath, almost vomiting. No. No, no, no, no. NO. That didn’t mean…that wasn’t…you fumbled with your words, with your breath, remaining calm enough to speak. “H-ear me, de-denizens of-of darkness, you who are– who are born of shadow and you who give b-birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your n-number! I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor!” You balled your hands up in the snow, raising your head to the sky. 

Nothing. 

“Belphegor!” You screamed so loud your words cracked…and then broke, choking as your throat finally gave, your voice finally went away. You got back up to your feet, crying quietly, trying to shuffle back towards the house Belphie had told you to head back to. He wasn’t going to meet you back here, was he? Your eyes wandered over something in the blood-covered snow. The other demon’s head was still there, untouched, stuck here to be frozen like everything else. Your hand went up to cover your mouth as images of the same thing happening to the youngest of the demon brothers flared in your mind. Your mouth moved to whisper his name, but hardly any sound came out. You closed your eyes to try to shield yourself from the image, from the thoughts. 

Then…you stopped, mind flicking off like one would flip a light-switch. Your eyes opened, observing the grisly scene with suddenly little more than mild disgust. You touched your body over where the pain you had felt from Belphie was. He wasn’t dead. You could still feel some of his essence swirling through your soul. With hardly a breath, you took that same hand in front of you, staring down at your gloved palm. Your normal body. Your human body. 

“You’re plotting something idiotic again, aren’t you?” Lucifer had come up behind you, using a book he had kept in his hand to gently smack the back of your head as you had sat alone in the living room, papers and items for your project littered around you. Another memory, another reminder of better times. 

Snow crunched under your feet. 

“It’s called helping, not plotting.” You had rubbed the back of your head even though the gesture Lucifer showed did little more than disturb your hair. You watched him come around to the other side of you, crouching down to observe your work. 

“These are for my brothers, yes?” He sighed, standing up straight as a hand went to his forehead. “You care for them too much. They don’t need to drag you into anything they get into.” 

The branch of a broken tree crunched under your feet. 

In the memory, you had looked around you and shrugged. Sure they were tiring at times, but when you helped them out, they always seemed so happy. That in turn made you happy. And besides, any day you got to help keep the peace and lessen the chances of one of them to lose control, the better. Usually if one of them had a tantrum…things were completely destroyed. You’d like for that not to happen. “Of course I care for them. You’d all do the same thing for me if I asked, right?” 

You pulled out the item held by the loop of your jeans. 

With the previous question, the eldest at the time couldn’t help but smile, only a little annoyed that you were right and he could not argue against it. “I suppose you are right. As annoying as it is, we take turns watching after one another. I can only hope you aren’t running yourself too thin. However…I am glad I know you are watching over them. It keeps me at peace.” 

You ran towards the sound of more noise. 

In the memory, you had beamed, watching as Lucifer sat beside you, a soft warmth to his eyes, perhaps a little embarrassed he expressed such a statement to you so honestly. “Thank you…for keeping my family safe.” 

Thudding footsteps and screeching could be heard not far from you now as you sprinted, an insane speed pushing your body through the snow, bolting in the direction Belphie had headed off to. I am plotting something idiotic this time, Lucifer, you thought, wishing he could hear you say it, knowing how he would scold you, how all the others would scold you, but you didn’t care. Yeah, humans are stupid, extremely stupid. Too many stories aired on the news of how just one dumb action could lead to tragedy. But this was already tragic, wasn’t it? You didn’t want to be saved. Not this way. The only thing that scared you more than this ridiculous creature now was the thought of returning home alone…having to answer the question of where Belphie went. Having to tell Beel what happened to his twin…No. That wouldn’t happen. 

A new trail of blood caught your eye, one that seemed fresh. With a pang, you could tell you were heading in the proper direction. Even without demon speed, it seemed you were catching up quickly. Perhaps Belphie had stopped running, trying to lose it or confuse it in the trees instead. 

You had zero plan, you had to admit, acting purely on burning instinct. You didn’t even care if it got you killed. You were getting out of here with Belphie or not at all, you already decided that. Yeah, maybe being cooped up here for so long had made you crazy, or maybe you were already a little crazy to begin with. How could you live with demons for so long after all? 

The sin eater could be spotted ahead of you, turning around in circles, slashing at tree trunks, neck twisted up in the branches. A shadow was darting up above it, almost making your eyes sting with tears. Belphie was okay. As you got closer, he seemed to sense you, a strange wail coming from him, one of disbelief. He didn’t have time to reach for you or scream your name as a warning. 

Like you said, you had no plan. Well, you had one. More like half of one, depending on luck, the gods, Diavolo’s strong belief in faith, in Lilith’s blood. You scooped up a ball of snow and chucked it at the creature. Snow pelted its body, feathers fluffing, shaking it off as it lowered its arms from trying to reach Belphie. The neck untangled itself from the trees, the mask snapping towards you. The light hovered over you, shining up and down, observing you from top to bottom. You could hear the gnashing of its many teeth from below its body. Like before, it came over to look at you, if you could call whatever it was doing ‘looking’ anyway. There was a moment of quiet like before, where it refused to make a move before it could tell if you were what it was looking for. It came closer this time, mask only a few hairs away from yours, it’s fake nose almost brushing against yours. 

Despite the fearful and over-exerted sweat dripping down your face, you managed to follow through, releasing all that pent up anger, the pent up desperation, the human stubbornness and determination to prove yourself no matter the cost. You would fight. You would bare your teeth. Even if it was futile. Even if you were weak. Your hands grasped at the feathers by the mask, pulling it’s head down, jamming the dagger in your hands right behind the headdress, digging it in and pulling it out, over and over and over again, golden blood coating your hands, spraying across your face. Each sickly stab had it squeal, and all the sudden, it pulled its neck back. Hands in a death-grip, you held on, body dangling in the air as it raised. With a clenched jaw and wild eyes, you shoved the dagger back into its body, pulling it along the mask’s edge, trying to cut it off. One of its arms raised, ready to split you in two, but the shadow in the trees kept that from happening. 

Belphie jumped, talons out, digging into the part of the arm that was flesh and not metal. He tore through the skin, keeping the arms from targeting you. The sin eater staggered, the melodic and comforting sounds it usually shared twisting, turning into a much more animalistic howl. It began to stand on its hind legs, pulling you and Belphie up into the air further. It bent itself slightly backwards, its mouth open, trying to pull Belphie inside even at the risk of chewing off its own leg. The demon of Sloth jumped, grasping and straddling its neck, pulling you up with him. The creature then tried to shake you both off, the long tendril you were on thrashing, thudding harshly against the trees. You nearly let go, not strong enough to hold on. A body held you close, Belphie keeping one arm around you, the other gripped tightly against the feathers. “Keep going! I’ve got you!” 

Somehow, while your head was spinning from being thrown around, you plunged the blade back into the sin eater, cutting around the mask, even maniacally digging your hand into its wounds, doing anything it took to peel its face off. Belphie wrapped his tail around you instead, using the now-free hand to help you. In a final act of desperation, the creature raised both the blades on its arms, swinging them towards you both, even if it meant hitting its own body. The next few seconds happened so fast, you hardly remember them. You remember holding onto the mask, fingers sliding through the empty eye-holes. You remember Belphie suddenly swinging down tearing you away with him, and you remembered the ear-splitting caterwaul that filled your whole body with pain, threatening to split your head open. 

Your ears rang, warmth dripping down your face as your nose bled. You sat up in the snow, not remembering hitting the ground. The sin eater violently convulsed, knocking down trees as it spasmed, each feather on edge. With a queasy observation, you noticed the bloody mask in your lap. 

The sin eater wailed, frustrated, angry, swinging its neck around and stomping its feet, moving its arms around wildly. But it no longer moved towards you both. It didn’t seem to know where you were. You were right. The mask was how it saw, even with no eyes. Now it was blind. Wounded, confused, it stumbled away from you both. 

It wasn’t until it was decently far away that you scrambled to your feet, breathing, almost crying in joy, in relief. We’re okay, you tried to say, but the only thing that came out was a wheezing gasp of noises. You turned your head to look with pride at the demon beside you. 

He was face down in the ground, a large gash along his back, not moving…Belphie?

“Mammon!” 

He heard his brother shout, but it seemed so far away, like a dream. Part of Mammon’s mind was screaming at him, trying to remind him that there was something important he should be doing. However, the rest of him felt weightless, some intruding voice encouraging him to close his eyes, to give in to the swirling yet peaceful unconsciousness. He almost submitted himself to it, MC’s face in his subconscious. He wanted to be with them. Yet, something yanked him out of it, both mentally and physically. 

“Get up!” There was a lurch, Mammon’s mind spinning as he suddenly stopped spiraling through the air uncontrollably. What he had assumed was up was actually down and yet now he was being flown in the opposite direction, and now he was all confused. It took him longer than he’d like to admit to recall where he was and what he was doing. He also came to the conclusion that his lungs weren’t breathing. With a gasp, he started coughing, each breath resulted in a stabbing pain in his ribs. Lucifer sighed, muttering something under his breath that resembled something like a prayer of gratitude. Had hell frozen over in the last few seconds? Still limply dangling from Lucifer's grasp, Mammon glanced down. The lift they had all been on was blown to bits, a few stray pebbles still sprinkling down past them, most of them engulfed in flames. Now they all stared downwards into a darkened pit. Howling laughter could still be heard at the bottom, louder now that there was no stone to muffle them. The demon of Pride pulled again at the collar of Mammon’s jacket. “Can you move?” 

“L…m…ehhh.” What Mammon had intended to be words only came out as a series of groans. Lucifer scowled at that, bringing them both onto more solid ground as he pulled them into an empty cell. Still fighting to blink the darkened spots from his eyes, Mammon sighed in a bit of relief as his body rested on the cold foundation of the cell-floor. With a few more wheezes, he was able to push himself up to his feet, trying to reach out for a wall to support himself against, but ending up falling into his brother instead. 

“Take it easy. Get your bearings.” Lucifer gripped him by the shoulders till Mammon could safely stand on his own two feet. “Are you alright?” 

Greed was conscious enough now to be able to scoff a bit. “Yeah, just peachy.” He hugged his torso with one arm, trying to ignore the discomfort in his sides. “That fuckin’ hurt.” Once Lucifer released his hold from him, he managed to take a few steps towards the open prison door. “Where’s Diavolo?” 

The first-born mimicked Mammon’s steps, leaning his head slightly out of the cell to glance up and down. Almost pitch-blackness seemed to devour both directions. “Further up. I dove down quite a ways to grab you.” 

Useless, like always. Something chittered in the back of Mammon’s mind, taunting him. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get rid of the strange feeling that had just run up his spine. “That’s why the crowd sounds so loud then, yeah?” What they had previously heard as little more than a whisper of a giggle before was now practically a roar. A sea of a multitude of voices cried out, some wailing in despair, others whooping in glee, some of them just screaming as loud as their twisted bodies would let them. What frightened Mammon the most was the fact that he could discern that some voices were definitely closer than others. 

“There’s hundreds of them,” Lucifer sighed as he narrowed his gaze. “And quite a few of them are approaching.” As his brother stated it, Mammon could just now see it himself. Figures down in the dark were writhing, clawing up the walls, crawling up each other even. It reminded Mammon of when you disturb an ant nest, too many critters gushing from the ground in a disturbing mass of wriggling limbs. Lucifer pushed out air through gritted teeth in sharp annoyance, magic snapping around him as he quickly thrust down a burst of magic. He struck quite a few of the prisoners, but those who fell were quickly replaced by others. “We’ll be overwhelmed if we stay here. Let us reconvene with Diavolo.” 

Mammon flexed his wings, pleased to find that they were still functional. He simply nodded at his brother’s plan. Flying upwards seemed like a much better solution than staying here. Lucifer encouraged the second-born to head out first, trailing behind, ready to cover Mammon should anything happen again. As they both headed up, Mammon couldn’t help but almost feel that feeling of dizziness he had felt before. Every set of cells they passed felt the same. There was no indication of progression. The darkness was unyielding. There were only two directions, and yet it almost seemed like they were flying in circles. 

Luckily, before he could panic, they both spotted a familiar shadow above them. Soon that shadow rushed down to greet them. “Thank the realms!” Diavolo reached out a hand to them both, giving them both a little tug so they were at his sides. “I nearly feared the worst.” 

“While I hate to spoil the reunion, I feel it’s too early to say such things. We are all still in danger.” Lucifer folded his arms. Mammon spotted a few of his brother’s feathers falling from Pride’s perfect wings as they fluttered. They must’ve come loose in the blast. His brother must be furious. 

Diavolo hummed so deep it was almost a growl, although Mammon had never heard the prince make such a noise before. “This has turned rather dire, hasn’t it? Between the three of us, I would normally recommend quelling this mob, but we have to remember that prisoners aren’t the only things kept here.” 

“There’s the matter of dangerous objects being used against us as well,” Lucifer confirmed. “That plus sheer numbers puts us in a less than favorable position.” Mammon’s hopes sank a bit at that. His brother was Pride! And the Prince of the Devildom was right here! If Lucifer felt the three of them would struggle…

So he made a suggestion, although he knew deep in his soul that the other two would perhaps rather die than agree to a retreat. “Do we make a break for it?” 

The prince and his right-hand-demon glanced at each other, trying to come up with a proper response. Diavolo was the one who eventually spoke. “While not ideal, we still hold the upper hand. Our main advantage is our ability of flight. If we remain in the air and stick close to caution, we will win this battle.” 

“Now that you mention it,” Mammon pondered, expressing his concern as the thought crossed his mind. “We haven’t had anyone come buzzin’ up here yet.” It was odd to him, to watch all those demons work on climbing rather than those who had ‘em just use their wings. He had expected a small swarm, and yet, the only ones with the wind shifting around them were the three of them. Mammon expected a number of different reactions, most of them some combination of annoyance or exasperation at his lack of knowledge, but he wasn’t expecting Diavolo to look so confused…and his brother to look so pale. 

“You didn’t know?” The prince wondered, curious at first, and then suddenly looking a bit guilty, as if he answered his own question. “Lucifer never told you.” 

The eldest brother tried to raise his chin to combat the slightly crest-fallen expression to his face. “It never felt like a detail he needed to know.” Mammon had never regretted asking a question more. “Those who become imprisoned here get their…” Lucifer hesitated, an unsettling pause drifting over them. Pride almost struggled with his words, a hint of pain behind his eyes. “...Wings clipped…Permanently.” 

As a demon, there were hardly any means of torture or punishment that fazed him too much. Sure, Mammon didn’t have a stomach for horror, and sure, he might have the occasional cry if Lucifer ended up stringing him up by his ankles, but he was still a demon. And yet, the phrase that had just left his brother’s mouth left Mammon feeling ill. Before he was a demon he had been an angel. To an angel, losing your wings was perhaps a fate worse than death. He remembers his younger brother's intense, never-ending cries at their transformation after the Fall. Levi and Belphegor…the only two that lost their ability to fly…forever. To lose that as well as their sister at the same time…it was a miracle the two of them ever recovered. Satan had never really had wings to call his own, and thus never could relate to such a deep loss. Mammon had to shake his head to free himself from the memory. “‘Kay, they’re all grounded, got it.” Which means a lot of them are probably extremely pissed off, he thought to himself. If someone had done that to him…well, revenge would probably be the only thing that mattered. “So, as long as we stay up high, we should be perfectly fine, right?” 

Lucifer opened his mouth, perhaps to correct him, but he didn’t have the time to. Any words were suddenly drowned out by an intense rumble, the stones, the very air quivering around them. For a third time, Mammon was plunged into this maddening sensation of disorientation. Only, this time, he could tell that something wasn’t right. This was more than just his rattled mind. A magical humming filled the air, the noise so fierce, even the prisoners below were muted completely. The metal of the cell doors rattled, almost vibrating themselves to pieces. Then the three of them were all falling, spinning, but slowly. No…not falling. This phenomenon was similar to what he had just gone through a little bit before, but it wasn’t exact. 

Mammon grabbed his brother’s arm, shouting as loud as he could, but his voice lost in the commotion. So he emphasized his words, hoping his brother could read his lips. “What’s going on?!” 

The pain in Mammon’s ribs, the pounding in his head, none of those compared to the torment he felt in his soul as soon as he caught the genuine fear in Lucifer’s eyes. Despite their spats and disagreements, he looked up to his older brother whole-heartedly. Lucifer always seemed perfectly indomitable. There were very few things that could get his brother shaken up. Apparently, they had landed themselves in one of those rare circumstances. He answered Mammon back, pointing down at the prison walls. The cells that had been beside them were now below them. It took Mammon a second to figure out what Lucifer had said. He was never really good at reading lips. Once the message was clear, his heart almost stopped in his chest. No…that was such a ridiculous answer! His brother must be joking! But this was Lucifer he was with…and now was definitely not the time for messing around. “The prison is moving,” was what he had said. Sure enough, the walls continued to twist, the tunnel coming back up to reposition themselves vertically…but in the opposite orientation that had been in. Up was now Down and Down was now Up. What was below was now above. Like a messed up version of an hourglass, that frantic mass of demons at the other end of the pit would now be plummeting down on them. 

So much for the high-ground advantage. 

You got down on your knees, smile fading, shaking Belphie’s arms. You couldn’t call out for him, your voice was dead. You could only try to lift his head, get him to look at you. His eyes were closed. But your mark…he was alive…he was just…hurt. Badly. You looked around at where you were…very very far away from the house. You would use the spell you’d learned but…what if it hurt him more than helped him? You wanted to sob, but you were even too tired to do that. No, neither of you could die out in this snow, not after you’d just done all that. 

The bag that Belphie had carried on him was gone, apparently torn off in the scuffle. There had been supplies in there, things that would’ve been helpful to you right now…Could demons bleed out like humans? You didn’t want to take that risk. With frantic fingers, you unbuttoned the coat around you, shrugging it off your shoulders, shuddering a bit as the icy air bit at your body. You’d be even colder in a minute, but just for a moment. You took off your shirt, pulling it off your head before quickly putting the coat back over you. The dagger…where was the dagger? You stood up, pacing around in the snow before you found it half-way buried by the roots of one of the many trees. You raced back to Belphie’s side, working on using the fabric of the shirt to make a bandage. It was the only thing you could think of to do…There would be more supplies at the house…you just had to make it there. 

Hold on, you wanted to promise, making up for your lack of voice by caressing the side of his face, pulling his head into your lap so he wasn’t planted in the snow. Shaking hands worked on making the shirt into long pieces, doing your best to pull up Belphie’s demon clothes to wrap the fabric around his torso. He would be fine…he had to be. He had to. Tugging the make-shift bandage tightly around him, it quickly grew warm and wet. It was hardly enough, and you could only hope it was a touch better than being completely pointless. You pushed his clothes back over him, hoping to keep him warm. Although you knew out of everything, the temperature was the least of his worries. The cold should be your worry.

Placing the dagger back through the loop of your jeans, you looked at the mask in the snow one last time, hoping with all your soul that it had been enough…and trying to not think of how messed up that whole thing had been. Come on, you thought, almost like you were trying to speak to Belphie through your mind. This would be…grueling. Perhaps impossible. But the only thing you had left in you was stubbornness, your tenacity to never let anything go. You grasped at Belphie’s arms, panting, trying to pull him up to drape over your back. You tried to take a step with him and fell, almost flattening against the ground. Demons were definitely…heavier than humans. 

Curses flooded your mind, having to shake him off of you, gripping your hair as you tried to think of what to do. The only thing you could think of was pulling him along. So, you grabbed the fabric of his hood, tugging as hard as you could, digging your heels into the snow. He moved a few inches. 

Tug. You didn’t want to think about it. Thinking took up too much energy. Tug. Demons healed faster than humans, he would be okay. Tug. He was the demon of sloth, he was just sleeping it off. Tug. You’d make it. Tug. You’d both make it. Tug. Just. Tug. Keep. Tug. Moving. 

You fell backwards in the snow, tripping over a fallen tree-branch. As your body hit the ground, you almost passed out right there. You were exhausted. Soon, there would be a point where no amount of determination would save you. You looked around, unable to tell where you were in regards to how far you were from the house. You’d both run a long way. It took you both a while to make it this far while walking. How would you make it back dragging him along? It would take hours…hours you felt you didn’t have. 

But you’d be damned if you didn’t try. 

With your arms placed under his, fingers locked behind his neck, you pulled him up over the branch, using the weight of your whole body to haul him through the snow, finding it a touch more effective than just pulling his shirt, but finding it drained you faster. At least it was keeping you warm, moving around, blood pumping harshly through your body, your heart pounding in your chest. You stopped every now and again to breathe, gulping air into your weak lungs. Eventually, you noticed plenty of demon blood on the ground. You’d made it to where you first met the beast. You dropped Belphie, almost collapsing. You’d made it…halfway…You laughed a bit, a tear falling down your cheek. It had been a ridiculous goal anyway…but halfway…not bad…for a human. 

You fell to your knees, taking one of Belphie’s arms and giving it one last…tug. His arm was wrapped around you as you snuggled up near his body in the snow. This was fine, you assured yourself. You did what you could to save him. You had no regrets. Up until the end you stayed with them. Lilith and Lucifer would be proud. You’d pushed yourself so far…and you were prepared to lie in the bed you’d made for yourself. And at least…you’d get one final nap with Belphie…

So you closed your eyes. Goodnight. 

Somewhere in the blackness, the void of unconsciousness, you found a warmth. It felt familiar. So, you went towards it. There was a voice calling for you, one you knew all too well by now. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I tried…” 

The light and the warmth enveloped you. “I know.” 

“Will he be okay, Lilith?” 

Even though you could not see her, it was as if you could feel her smile. “I think so.” You somehow sat down, even though there wasn’t really a floor to do that, even though this was just your mind…your soul? You were never sure. “What you did was very brave.” 

“It was stupid.” 

She hummed in amusement, much like in the way Lucifer did. Perhaps she got it from him, or maybe the other way around. “Thank you…for saving him…” Her voice began to become more distant. “I know…it’s selfish…but please…” She was almost fully gone now. You scrambled back to your feet, a little confused. Isn’t this where she was supposed to take you away? Or at least stay with you till the end? “Save…the rest of them…I beg of you…” 

“Lilith?” You called out, the warmth of her light fading. Then your stomach dropped, your heart feeling like it lurched up into your chest as you felt like you were falling, plummeting through a darkness with no end. You tried to scream, but your voice was gone again, or maybe you couldn’t hear it through the wind rushing past your ears. You hit the ground. 

Then your eyes opened. 

Everything was blurry, a mushed up series of colors and shapes. What…what was this?...It took you a good few tries before you could keep your eyelids fully open, trying to turn your head, although it hurt like hell. Your whole body hurt like hell. Moving happened in increments, little shifts until you could look to your left. Heat lightly waved across your face, and it took you far too long to realize that it was…a fire? You shut your eyes again, exhausted, taking the time to feel around you. A little weight was across your body…but not Belphie. A blanket? 

Was this not death? 

Sitting up was much too hard, gripping at whatever surface you could find around you, your entire body shaking as you pulled yourself up into a seated position. Your head swam, body in agony, but you kept your eyes open, forcing them to stay open. This was not the forest. This was–

“You’re awake!” The sound of pounding footsteps thundered through the room, two arms wrapping around you, pulling you in so tightly you nearly blacked out again. Your head fell back, but you bobbed it forward, listening to the person panic, their voice almost muffled as you struggled to fight with your own body, your senses dulled. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry, please look at me…please…MC…” The person’s voice finally sparked a connection in your mind. You fluttered your eyes open, working on getting your eyes to focus. 

It was bittersweet, truly, almost cruel. Once you could settle your eyes on the person before you, you cried. You were so filled with joy…and yet, as you croaked, there was a clear chord of sadness to your voice. Voice still gone, you were surprised the noise that came out of your mouth was comprehensible. You squeaked his name, a weak hand coming up to rest on the side of his face. You were worried you were hallucinating. Although, even if you were, this would’ve been a good dream. But this was real, you had to figure. His body was warm. His tears ran over your fingers. “Beel.”

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Hurt | Joseph Quinn x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 2.2k

warnings: reader gets mugged, reader is stabbed, being in the hospital, mentions of sedatives, reader tases her attacker, Joe beats the attacker up, ?

idk how to feel about this one I don’t really like it but I’m having like a wee bit of writers block so yea

summary: uhhh?

When Joe rose to fame because of his role in Stranger Things 4, so did you a little. Fans quickly noticed there was a certain ring always on his left ring finger, when the others changed every now and then that one stayed. And you two weren’t very good at hiding the relationship, considering you never had to.

Within a month after the release of Volume 1, Joe had to post a few pictures of the two of you with the caption “surprise 😁”. One was of you on your wedding day, another of you two drunkenly singing karaoke on his birthday, one from behind the scenes of Stranger Things, a picture Jamie got of you two sharing a sweet kiss as you cuddled up on the couch.

A few others as well, but now everyone knew he had married the most beautiful woman in existence and were obsessed. You quickly went from having 12 thousand followers to 5 million in the blink of an eye. You were a pretty skilled nail tech, people traveled to have their nails done by you but you had been doing less work since Joe started traveling and you joined him.

With your new found fame also came threats, mean comments, uncomfortable touches in public, a whole list of things. Of course, Joe would never let anything happen to you and nothing really got to you because you know they are just mindless people who have nothing better to do than bother you.

But, whilst you were walking back to the hotel after meeting up with a friend to do her nails, you felt like someone was following you. You sped up but that did nothing, as you were shoved into the alley a few seconds later. You yelped and whimpered as your pepper spray was knocked out of your hand, the taser you usually carry in your purse which was across from you.

He kicked you and said “give me all your money. I know who you are, and I know you have some” “stop!” You cried as he kept kicking you, punching you when you tried to get up. You gasped and groaned, curling to the side as you clutched your stomach, unable to breathe from the harsh kicks to it.

“Come on, you stupid bitch!” He said and turned you over, slapping you. You grunted, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Stop fighting!” He said and pushed your head against a wall, kicking you in the back so many times you thought it’d break.

You tried screaming for help, but he grabbed you by your hair, lifting you up so you would look at him in the face. You couldn’t breathe, you could barely see, and you felt like your hearing was muffled. “Pl- P- Please, s-sto- ahhhh!” You screamed as he took out a pocket knife and pressed against your ribs, the tip piercing through your skin.

“Give me your fucking money!” He said and you sobbed, trying to reach for your purse. He threw it at you and your shaky, probably somewhat broken hand opened it and reached inside, moaning and groaning because of the pain. You found the wallet and gave him the 300 dollars you had with you, trying so hard to regulate your breathing.

He snatched the money and grabbed your purse, taking out your phone and smashing it. You sobbed, coughing Jo some blood. He scoffed and said “your jewelry. Give me your jewelry too”

You took a few gasps of air, squeezing the button on the taser you snuck out of your bag and taser him in his leg. You got up and were starting to get away when he grabbed your ankle, making you fall and shoved the knife between your ribs, making you black out for a second.

Once you were conscious again, you managed to tase him right in the balls. He screamed, falling to the ground. You used whatever strength you could muster up and sat up, tasing him in his stomach and neck, and crawling out of the alley.

You stumbled back to the hotel, grabbing onto buildings and cars and street lamps, your phone wouldn’t turn on so you couldn’t call anyone. You just wanted to get to the hotel before he got to you again. You felt weak, you knew you were bleeding internally but it didn’t seem to have gotten to your heart so there was that.

You walked into the hotel and everyone stared but you didn’t care, you got in the elevator, shaking like a leaf. Your ankle hurt really bad and one of your heels was broken, so it was even harder to stand. You limped and nearly tripped on your way to the hotel room.

You were digging through your bag trying to find your hotel key, and you found it snapped in half. You broke, falling to the ground as you cried, weakly knocking on the door hoping Joe was there. “Jo-…mmh, oh g-god- Joe!” You said, losing your voice from the screaming and the pain.

He opened the door and gasped, he’d never cried so fast in his life. “Oh my- oh my god…how- oh my god y/n!” He said and you whimpered, spitting up blood. He gasped again and said “I need to get you to a hospital!”

He ran back into the room, grabbing one of your bags that he knew had toiletries and some clothes in it as well as his phone and keys and ran back out. “N-no…no hosp- hos- hospi-ital…” you said and he shook his head.

He got you to sit against the wall and said “y/n, there’s a knife in your chest and you probably have countless internal injuries that are going to kill you I don’t care what you want, I want you to live” He scooped you up, biting his lip when you yelled out from the pain.

“You’re okay, you’re okay…try to breathe sweetheart, please” he said, you were still gasping for air, the stab wound wasn’t helping much either. He got you to the car and didn’t care if blood or anything got on the seat, he’d light this car on fire if it meant you’d be okay.

Everything was hazy from there, he remembers panicking when you passed out, speeding so fast he was sure he was going to get arrested and then getting to the hospital. He remembers the nurses asking your name and what happened but instead he just broke down in sobs.

Eventually they gave him a small dose of a sedative to calm him down and he gave them your name and told them he was your husband and you just showed up to the hotel room like that. He really hoped that they didn’t think he did this to you, god he would never do anything even remotely like this to you.

The sedative made him sleepy and they gave him a blanket and pillow and he fell asleep, even though he didn’t want to. He was woken up by the same nurse, 8 hours later at 5am. “Hi, sir…Joseph, right?” She asked and he cleared his throat, sitting up.

He nodded and she said “your wife is okay. She has some broken ribs, a concussion and the stab did some serious damage so she had surgery to correct it and she should be okay. Her wrist on her dominant hand was injured but not a sprain or a fracture or a break, she’ll just need to refrain from using that hand. She has a sprained ankle which she'll wear a brace provided by the hospital to correct. She’s got some major bruising but she’ll be okay. She needs to give her statement to the cops and give them a description of her attacker but she’s really struggling and her heart rate is really high, we’d like to see if having you there might help”

He nodded, biting his lip as tears filled his eyes. She brought him to the room and you were crying, curled into your side, the monitor beeping fast and the cops trying to calm you down whilst another nurse tried giving you oxygen. “Hey, hey, shhh it’s okay…relax, sweetheart it’s okay” he said as he walked over, pushing past the cops and slowly reaching out and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“babe, you’ve got to calm down,” he said, grabbing the oxygen mask from the nurse and putting it over your nose and mouth. He stroked your hair for a few moments, calming you as your body twitched from how bad your anxiety was, and helping you regulate your breathing and form a few clear sentences.

“Who did this to you huh?” He asked, he’d sneakily grabbed the question sheet that the policemen had and set on his lap to look at. “I-I don’t know, Joey…I swear” you said and whimpered, still in a lot of pain. He blinked away a few tears and said “I believe you, y/n…I do. Can you describe what he looks like? Like, hair color, eye color, facial features and stuff?”

You did pretty okay and it was enough for the sketch artist to get a good idea of what to draw. He asked you all the questions and the police wrote the answers down, waiting patiently for you to get through having to relive it in your head.

“You did so good, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you, y/n, you’re so damn strong” he said and you bit your lip, covering your face with your hand as you sobbed, you felt so scared and so anxious. It took some time, and some sedatives but eventually you calmed down and were about to go to sleep, still trying to fight it for Joe.

“Baby…just close your eyes,” he said and you groaned, his fingers making the motion a few inches away from your face. One was already closed practically, it was swollen and bruised and looked so painful. He sighed and rested his head on the bed, playing with your injury-free hand. You sighed and said “fine…but promise you’ll be here when I wake up”

He wrapped his pinky around yours and kissed his hand, and you weakly brought your hands up and kissed yours. He smiled, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and quickly falling asleep.

He stroked your palm and up your arm as he said “I’m gonna find who did this to you…and I’m gonna make him pay”

And that he did. A few days later, police found out who he was through security cameras and put a warrant out for his arrest. With some googling and some searching Joe found out his address, and went straight there. He beat him up, worse than what he had done to you before calling the cops and leaving an anonymous tip.

He went home and he said the redness on his knuckles was from hitting his hand on the car door. You believed him. You had no reason not to. The police called some time later and said they had caught him and you broke into tears. He held you as you cried, gentle of your wounds and you sobbed into his chest, all your pain and anxiety and stress spilling out.

“He’s not gonna hurt you anymore…he can’t sweetheart. You’re safe” he said, kissing your head.

Things got better, you went to therapy and your body healed and eventually your mind as well. You stopped working completely for about a year, and Joe was okay with that and supported it. He made enough to support both of you, which was something he’d wanted to do for you since you were teenagers.

All he’s ever wanted was to see you happy. So he works hard so you can stay home where you feel safe, where you can heal. He doesn’t want it any other way. He loves you more than life itself.

But when things got really good you got back into working, and Joe then threw around the idea of you being an actor as well. You did the stupid school, and the plays that made you feel like an idiot just to make him happy, but then you started getting attention from agencies, and directors were reaching out themselves directly to you.

“I told you you were good!” Joe said. You got an agent and did a few small projects and then Joe practically begged on his knees for you to do this movie with him so you did and oh my god people were obsessed. They loved the two of you together, and you two also play a couple in the movie so it was the best of both worlds for the fans.

It was crazy that that one tragic night changed your life in not only a negative way but a positive way too. You never would’ve even considered acting if you hadn’t been looking for a new kind of job. Now you are happier than ever, at the premiere of your biggest project yet with your husband gushing over you to millions of people around the world.

Joseph Quinn, you angel. He was the only reason you were happy right now. You wouldn’t be anywhere without him.

Taglist: @kellysimagines @readsalot73

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn oneshot

[pansy-buttercups]

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Basic Introduction🌿

Heya I'm Markus, I also go by Moss. I'm huge plant nerd and violently obsessed with collective wildflower feildguides. I am by no meana a professional horticulturist or botanist (though I desperately want to be), Studying plants and growing them however is a major passion of mine!

I'm hoping that by posting on this blog, I can motivate myself to learn even more about plants and actually jot down some information for other people. I belive we all need to become way more aware of the hugely important role that flora play in out world and what plants are actually helpful and which ones are damaging (I'm looking at you invasive plants/monoculture forest/ect.)

Oh, also, the last thing to know about me is I desperately hope all oil, gas, and car company CEOs fricken 💥💥💥 Ahhhh cough on smoke.... yeah.....

What this blog is about☘️

I plan to mostly use this blog to help share gardening tips, information on native plants, general ecology posts, horticulture/Agricultural/permaculture all the plant growing cultures and stuff, sustainability, and conservation Just generally, anything to do with plants and our precious earth's ecosystem, I suppose. However, as I live on the West Coast of B.C I want to focus a lot on my local native flora and ecosystem!

That's probably going to be a big point of the blog so if you too are a B.C West Coast Flora Fanatic rejoice!!

More Information under the Break🌱

Scheduling plan (That I will hopefully follow)🌧

Floriography Friday🌸Fridays

The history of flowers and their meanings are always a little bit tricky and varied depending on place to place. That's the beauty of it, though that one flower can mean a thousand different things depending on where you are, the color, what other flowers accompany it, even where it worn! Plants have always been important symbols in our art and culture.

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Send in submissions of a plant native to where you live that you think needs some more love or that you just really this is neat! Of course if there are no submission a random place will be picked for Native Flora Apprication Thursday!

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Cause we can all appreciate our native flora a little bit more, and maybe next time you're out you may even spot one yourself! Every Wednesday there will be a post detailing a random native plant of our wonderful West Coast <33

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Whether you're growing tomatoes or tulips, everyone can sometimes use some advice on what to do with their garden plants. From companion plants to what's the best P.H. for your crops, Tuesday is the day to look out for! On this day, there will mostly be some gardening tips posted, and also, alongside submissions, I will be open to send in any exciting gardening news or updates you've may have. Send in pictures of your biggest strawberries or your seedlings you've been waiting weeks to pop up. It's all welcome here :).

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Alongside these, there should be regular updates on what seeds to sow at any given time, frost dates, conservation/sustainability projects you can support, community garden information and updates, and of course random sciencey plant facts and shitposts <33

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Please do intract though if any of the below apply to you☘️

- Love nature, have a garden, have a passion for flora, belive in hope for future, hate big companies/governements for ruining our planet, love native plants, support your local communities , love hopepunk. are a bee, have a xylem and a phloem <33

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#plants #native plants #botany #Gardening #horticulture #ecopunk #floriography #vancouver #ecology #ecosystem #Thats all the tags i can think of for now #Sorry to the people who regular these tags that have to see my big ass intro post

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 57 SANSA V (pages 733-739)

Sansa prays before joining the women in Maegor's Holdfast, while outside the city, the fighting has begun.

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Joffrey drew his sword. The pommel was a ruby cut in the shape of a heart, set between a lion's jaws. Three fullers were deeply incised in the blade. "My new sword, Hearteater."

he doesn't deserve that sword, give it to meee- hang on... Isn't his new sword... well who owns Widow's Wail then? The Valyrian sword made from half of Ice?

brb, wiki... Ahhhh, too early for Widow's Wail. That comes later, I got my timeline twirled. ... he still doesn't deserve that sword and they should give it to meeeeeee. should have called it Lionheart, for the punception. It has a lion with a heart in it's mouth, Lionheart is the nickname of one of the King Richards, and Joffrey is a dick. It all lines up. (If that last part confused you, 'Dick' is the nickname for 'Richard.') It all lines up!

"They say my brother Robb always goes where the fighting is thickest," she said recklessly. "Though he's older than Your Grace, to be sure. A man grown." That made him frown. (...) He wheeled his horse about and spurred towards the gate.

!!!!!!! YASSSSs, oh, burn. Subtle, and (more importantly) she got away with it~ Recklessly is right. But I suppose with the weight of the impending army looming over them, now was the time for slights and needling, cause he's too busy imagining how awesome he is(n't) going to be. ... as long as he doesn't remember it later, after he major fails...

No, but it probably does help that Joffrey's being sent to 'man 'command' a particular part of the war effort where he won't be in as much danger without it being obvious he's being kept in the safety box, so his ego isn't as much on the line.

It's interesting how the line changed between show and book, iirc Sansa pulled the "and he's only a pretender" in the show, not just saying Joffrey's young and inexperienced (an absolute baby, whiny child n00b) but actively/backhandedly mocking his legitimacy. Provoking him to go fight in the thick of it (and perish). Which would have been far more dangerous to say, if they'd left show Joffrey as unhinged as book Joffrey.

Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle and those without, she sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sung for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunk king Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today and for the children and wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound.

Anyone still making arguments that Sansa remains classist, selfish, uncaring and unsympathetic for the duration of the story, and can't understand any of the horrors of war because she was being coddled and had a flush ride through the whole war/story, can take their arguments, and shove them so far up their own ass, they puke them back out.

Sorry, that was rude of me.

I just am having feels right now, (!!!! one of which is fear! holy shit that lighting! oohhhhh Storm is here. That thunder was so loud! even through my headphones!) about how Sansa is just 'one of the masses' right now, just one of thousands who's trapped and scared and praying for help from gods who might not answer.

Still snubbed Joffrey though, nice.

... Shae continues to have zero fucks to give about Lollys' trauma or mental state. But neither does her fam.

Beaten silver mirrors backed every wall sconce, so the torches burned twice as bright; -

I would be interested to know what kind of torches, exactly. For the mirrors to be effective for any length of time they'd need to be carefully positioned so they don't get coated in smoke and ash, and the kind of torches my mind goes to when people say torches in a psuedo medieval European setting is a stick with soaked rag, which, fun fact, doesn't actually last very long. like half an hour iirc.

Would love to see these sconces (I'm a sucker for a good wall sconce), I've seen some really nice candelabra in C-Dramas, candle and oil lamp based, and they have reflective panels shaped like leaves. I need, just so many of them.

... "Ilyn Payne holding Ice" *represses urge to hiss like an umbraged cat*

My feelings on Cersei in this scene are a little complex, on the one hand, I do appreciate that she's not hiding truths from Sansa, regardless of whether Sansa is taking them on or not, on the other hand I know she's 99.99% doing it to instill fear in Sansa, likely as a way to assuage her own fear by giving her the illusion of control over something in a situation where she has none.

Ohhh, good thing this chapter was short, the lights keep flickering. Stupid storm.

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #sansa stark #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

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@snazzi-strawberri #OMG THEMM!!!🥺🥺#theyre all so good!! -- #LESGOOOO#the lighting in the first one is so good!!!#love how painterly your style is! -- #oooo such a lively drawing!!!!#everything has such a nice fluid it it!!!

Strawbssss I miss you, fam! Thanks for the wondeful reblog tags they're so fun to read!!! :D I hope everything has been well on your end. Sorry if I have to reply like this! I know I had this extension where I can reply to tags but I don't think its applicable in Opera GX. :')

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@needmorekimch1 #oh it's been ten thousand years since i seen the boy...#TwT

DEVO HOLY NANAS IT SBEEN 2921829075817 YEARS AHHHH Luke is actually a genderfluid child now! :D They go by many pronouns but mostly they! :D I hope things have been well to you as well!

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#HEY CHECK OUT MY FRIEND HE'S THE COOLEST PERSON AROUND

MAT!!!! Thank you for being such a loyal friend and follower. I s2g IDK how you're doing it but I hope I can make it up to you in some way or another! >:O

#I have resorted to just making a post about it. :') #I hope you all don't mind #I want to properly thank you and also talk to people as well too! hehueheuhehuf

[transskywardsword]

hi! so i hope this isnt weird, but ive been following you for yeeeears (at least 2019) and i was thinking about your old ocs. do you remember alois and the other guy (beaver? something with a b) bc the stuff you wrote for those too hurt too good, just GAH amazing. if you ever decide to repost it, i would love you forever

BOVZEK AND ALOIS AHHHH im amazed someone remembers them!?! holy shit!?! to those who havent been following me for ten thousand years, when i was in college i worked on a collection of short stories following bovzek, a mysterious fae blessed miller's son, and alois, the only son of a vile king, who fall in love despite the odds, only to be torn apart from one another when alois' father forces bovzek onto a suicide mission to literal hell to fight the Devil in exchange for alois' hand. the story is based off of the devil's golden hair, a fairytale with a vaguely similar premise. these boys mean so much to me, even if i stopped posting about them.

would yall be interested in me sharing some old pieces? i was in a rather dark place when i wrote most of them, so they are kinda grimdark, but i still hold them in a warm place in my heart

[emberwood-if]

First I want to say Orange absolutely messed me up I cried so much reading that manga the first time and Ao Haru Ride is my comfort manga I go back every now and then to reread it it still makes my heart clenched. (Ko is just so attractive 😌)

Next I wanted to ask (if it hasn't been asked yet or if its not too spoilery) how are the ro's with displays of affection both privately and publicly when involved romantically with someone? Like I can picture F happily sit in your lap or pull you into thier lap without a care of who's around and Perry seems like someone who would hold your hand or like let your knees touch with others around.

I hope you have or had a great day!

Ahhhh RIGHT?! The first time I read Orange, I definitely cried, I still try to go back to the series now but then I back out because I know what's coming hshhshsh also yess I love Ao Haru Ride, mostly because of its slow burn, (even if it was killing me) hahaha (I should actually reread it)

and great question!

Alex

Publicly: Alex has no shame aha, they are very affectionate in a romantic relationship, which is funny because they're not really affectionate outside of it? Being in a relationship with Alex implies that they've opened up to you/trusted you so they're passed the obstacle of being emotionally closed off, (even if you may not know everything about them) so Alex has more freedom to show their feelings. They're all for PDA, if that's what the MC wants. They are shamelesss and don't care about what other people think lol

Privately: it's the same way, but I feel Alex would be a tad big clingier in private lol

Kade/Kiera

Publicly: K doesn't really care for PDA, but is willing to do it for MC. Small things; holding hands, little touches here and there. It's not that they don't like affection, but they're not really keen on having an audience for it.

Privately: K is very different in private lol The affection is dialed up to a thousand, honestly they're a different person in private with people they like/trust.

Perry

Publicly: Perry is exactly what you said lol he's not very bold in public, but little affectionate things like that he'd do, honestly without realizing it too It's funny, Perry is the oldest, but his romance route reflects a "young" relationship the most in terms of like nerves and being shy around each other lol

Privately: Perry is a lot more bold, but I feel he'd prefer MC take the lead on how affectionate they are, and he just follows along lmao

Everett/Eva

Publicly: They are a big romantic, but they can't do much PDA since they're a main face of the town and they have to keep a professional exterior even off the job lol they would do small things like holding hands

Privately: there's a pattern mostly because most of the ROs are a lot bolder in private. E is bold no matter what, it's just their job that stops them, yk?

Nora/Noah

Publicly: N isn't very bold, they're a naturally nervous person and they overthink A LOT so they wouldn't be brave enough to be very openly affectionate. I think a lot of their affection comes more from their words than anything else. N can be surprisingly smooth when they want to be lmao

Privately: N is more or less the same, they're never bold enough to make the first move, they tend to follow MC's lead with how much affection is displayed

Finn/Fera

Publicly: is exactly what you said. F's excitement gets the best of them, especially since they've never actually been in a real relationship before. They want to do everything a couple in love do, so F wouldn't be shy of like you said, sitting on MC's lap or vice versa lol

Privately: I think F would be a little more nervous in private lol just in general, mostly because MC on their romance route makes them nervous

Dani

Publicly: Dani isn't good with PDA, and MC will usually have to be the one to initiate it. When it happens, Dani will be awkward and not really expressive, mostly due to surprise and not knowing exactly what to do. If you break them down enough, they'll go along with MC's affections, and probably reciprocate it, but they're not used to that stuff. The most would be like fleeting touches aha

Privately: much of the same, but they'd be a little more comfortable to at least be more outwardly affectionate

thank u for the ask <3

#ask #anonymous #ROs #char:perry #char:alex #char:dani #char:n #char:f #char:k #char:e #emberwood #interactive fiction wip #interactive fiction #interactive novel #writers of tumblr

[tsuki-sennin]

Hail to the King, baby! Ohsama Sentai! Kingohger! ...or is it King Ohger? I'll tag it both just in case. It's a brand new Sentai, for a brand new tag!

"Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!"

I am immensely excited, so no more delaying.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Five Heroes, and their God.

-Well, the CG is certainly... better!

-I love the look of this planet.

-Tikyu, I believe? Might as well just call it Yarph.

-The Bugnarak are coming back!

-Pardon you?

-It's all very stylized and detailed, I appreciate that a lot.

-Shugoddam! A... very funny name, I hope it's not foreshadowing.

-Ahhhh, a festival~!

-I feel at home already.

-Lots and lotsa bug folk!

-A ceremony?

-The kings are comin'~!

-A whole roundtable, coming forth.

-Hello, you must be Lord Racules.

-I am honored to make your presence.

-This is Queen Himeno of Ishabana.

-Oh lord, that's so much shiny.

-I mean no offense, your majesty, but this is almost certainly going to be the most CG heavy Sentai season yet.

-Toufu! ...that might be the dumbest name for any of these kingdoms.

-Kaguragi Dybowski! ...I didn't realize Poland was a country Toei even knew existed.

-Ah yep, this one! Everyone was talking about them a hell of a lot.

-King and Chief Magistrate of Gokkan. Has so much GNC swag that it practically emanates off them.

-Thank you for this, Toei, seriously.

-Chief Justice Rita, I love you already.

-And of course Yanma-shachou. Cyberpunk himself.

-I might end up calling you Yanmega by accident, sorry in advance.

-Oh fuck, he lives in Peta, run my lord, they're gonna use your autism to lie about milk!

-Here they come. Royalty in a procession of CGI.

-Legendary Swords~!

-Considering how big and important it seems to be, I'm assuming Shugoddamn's also the center of the land's religion?

-That's pretty neat, kinda like the Theocracy of Allistel from Radiant Historia.

-Oh shit, real location!

-Sorry, I don't mean to harp on the CGI so much, it's honestly not bad at all, but goddamn.

-I suppose this was the blood price to pay for the demand of real suits for every ranger.

-Gira! King of Evil!

-Conquer the world!

-Oh come now Kogane-san, you gotta get into it!

-Oh fuck, taxes.

-Hmmm... I'm sensing a corrupt bureaucracy in our midst.

-Gira comin' in to commit a crime.

-Too cringe for Kogane-san.

-Yeah! Get fucked!

-Doing it for the people!

-Quite a good guy, this King of Evil.

-No more petty squabbles. Now is the time for unity.

-King Racles, offers is life for the people of the world.

-Oop.

-Seems like we've already broken down.

-"You need me. You need my power."

-Yeah, I don't trust you, Racles.

-Damn, Rita don't fuck around, do they?

-"I'm the top", yeah that's what they all say.

-Jururira?

-Sounds tasty.

-Oh fuck, here they come.

-The bad guy bugs!

-Big Daddy Desnarak.

-"Move out, my minions- I mean, my friends! Royal Arms!"

-Have to admit, the CG's at least growing on me a lot more than I expected it to.

-Kogane!

-Homegirl's dying!

-"The King... he'll protect us."

-...seems like that was an empty lie.

-Dickhead king.

-Jesus Christ, this man is heartless.

-"Once Emperor Desnarak's head rolls, Yanma Gust's and the people of N'Kosopa shall soon follow."

-Right, you're super evil.

-Hotdamn, Himeno's kicking serious ass.

-Everybody is, holy crap.

-Damn Toei, I see you.

-Hohohohohoho!

-Yanma's haxxor powers are no match for divine tradition.

-So that's why they pushed the whole King of Evil thing so hard.

-All the world shall be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies.

-Gira! Conquer the world in the name of God and people!

-Big Bug!

-"HOW!?"

-Qua God!

-March for the King of Evil, my friends!

-Royal Arms!

-Oooooooh, I love the amber

-You Are The King!

-Kuwagon! Let's fly!

-Oh my lord

-Okay, that's cool

-Shugod!

-Right out the gate! Time to combine!

-God has descended!

-Hot damn, I'm enjoying this a lot.

-Oh God, where did the Spider Shot come from

-"Insignificant worm! Bow before your King!"

-Yeah, this is gonna be a fun ride.

-Thank you, Kuwagon.

-The kings

-"Bring the traitor's head to me, minions!"

-Headed to N'Kosopa!

-Oh shit, ad read.

-OH FUCK ACE

-Ohhhhh, this is the SHT bumper.

-Sorry, the subs I usually find omit these.

-That's pretty sick.

-Love how he brought Big Sis Tsumuri with him, that's cute.

#ohsama sentai kingohger #king ohger spoilers #super sentai #ohsama sentai king-ohger #Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!

[inphront]

Hello, I'd like to ask about one other skull paint in the books, The one that Nonius wears when he is invoked in HtN

Would it be named? Reserved only to soldiers? I don't see the modern ninth approving of it, curious to see what do you think of it

omigod omigod omigod ok

so first of all, i’m like. honored by the fact that you are coming to me with questions about this omfg. second of all AHHHH NEW LORE FOR ME TO YELL ABOUT i’m gonna spend WAY too long answering this. anyway, i think you’re absolutely right about the modern Ninth not really approving of paint in the style of Nonius; Harrow made it pretty clear in GtN that any deviation from the very specific paint she laid out would be looked at strangely (and yes, she *is* even stricter than most of her house, but i’m willing to take her mostly at her word). i think it’s likely that a thousand years back, the tradition was a bit more lax. after all, we see the Ninth double down on its ultra-penitent stick-in-the-mud reputation even in the short time Harrow spends running it, and i think it’s safe to bet that she was following in the footsteps of her ancestors. i ALSO think that once upon a time, there was a much wider range of paint designs. that sort of cultural practice often erodes with time, as does literally anything that’s 10,000 years old. the modern Ninth is extremely dedicated to preserving the tradition and has therefore decided to be really uptight about the Right way to apply the base designs. in so doing, a whole lot of variations on each skull have fallen out of use, some of which would still have been around in Nonius’s life.

anyhow, with Nonius being the best swordsman in the history of the house, he could probably wear just about whatever the hell he felt like and not face a lot of complaints. no one’s gonna nitpick his paint choices unless he commits a Very Serious faux pas. we don’t know Nonius well, but we have at least a little implication that he was way less flowery than his poetry-induced revenant. My guess is he just didn’t fucking feel like spending forever on face paint every day, and he probably went with the simplest and least time-consuming option available to him. with the description above, it would’ve looked vaguely like this:

to fit this into my paint headcanons (both the ones i’ve listed above and my designs found a few posts down), i’m going to say he wore a simplified variation on the Novenarian (common paint for soldiers and cavaliers), which can be found on the GtN cover art.

thank you so much for your question! i had a blast with this and would LOVE to keep adding to my extensive development of Ninth religious history.

#tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #ninth house religious shit