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parricider · 10 months
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´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ✮ ⧽ 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋 (@timelocker):
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ✮ ⧽ she had given him a pamphlet two days earlier, and he recalled her words as she had put it in her hand, now as he stood in a crowd.
❝ dress up, ❞ she said, playful smile on her face. music festival in town, and she was excited to take the stage for herself.
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❝ not gonna be a time-out concert, but hopefully whatever bozos i end up with can play a few good notes. ❞ rascal snickers, grin showing off a few teeth. ❝ you gonna be there, right ? when i take the stage. ❞
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ✮ ⧽ the lights of the stage move, pointing center. there's confusion, there's whispering and hubbub, confusion on the elevated scene. rascal stood there, guitar in hand, as the rest of the band that had just closed their number stare at her in disbelief -- their leader literally pushed off the stage.
❝ i want you to see. ❞
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ✮ ⧽ the mic pics up, causing mobians to cover their sensitive ears; it brings silence all around. rascal's foot slams on the ground, her fingers playing the first notes of her tune.
❝ MOBIUS !! ❞ gloved fingers keep playing, the intro getting longer. ❝ you callin' THIS a concert ?! where i come from, we call this a FUNERAL !! YOU ALIVE OR WHAT ?! ❞
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ✮ ⧽ the crowd bursts in response, the leaderless bandmates share another look. the drums begin to join in, then the bass. how easily she brings groups together. ❝ life's short, so spend it HAVIN' FUN ! spend it in EXCITEMENT ! spend it DEFYING what you know, make it SHORT, make it QUICK, make it WORTH IT ! so, together -- ❞
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❝ LET'S BE ALIVE !!! ❞
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´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ HAVOC’S FUCK SAKE . . . NO. he sure as hell was NOT having even a lick of ‘ FUN ’. he wasn’t exactly having a chipper ol’ festive time being nauseatingly-carouseled around in some WILE E COYOTE x RUBE GOLDBERG TORTURE MACHINE COLLABORATION thrown in as a 100000x bonus points area in some LAUGHINGSTOCK PINBALL GAME, where he was the ball. nope. his minds cape was already retrograding into completely-losing-his-shit-mode; already scheming up a whole arsenal of oh-so persuasive sick-note excuses for being M.I.A from ras’ stage-heist that she has been giddily conniving for the past two days. . . a performance that he had PROMISED he’d be there for. for her. for the first time, as a friend, but . . .
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ HE WAS THIS CLOSE. THIS CLOSE TO SPIN-BARRELING THROUGH HIS BRITTLE THRESHOLD OF PATIENCE. . . some fucking boozy meathead gator dude had already unknowingly ka clinked their elbow-épée hard, brain-schismingly hard, against the hedgehog’s forehead when they had dipped down to slabber drool all over their girlfriend, & oh-ho. oh yeah, that slug definitely knocked out a pretty hefty glass CHIP out of one of the lenses of his favorite pair of shades. YAAY. . . FUCKING EN GARDE. CHEERSH.
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ quills bristled the fuck up as scourge excruciatingly attempted to quash the spumous urge to grab that gator by the tail & slam them hard against the ground, & knock a chip of bone out of their horndog cranium, because. . . he. . . didn’t want to risk siphoning away any lick of attention from HER. but at the same time, he was admittedly. . . getting more & more antsy about being here ( he felt like a malignant, pustule-ly GREEN CYST jutting out like a sore quill in a leaf pile on the curbside of some cul-de-sac nestled somewhere within the seventh layer of prime paradís– or wherever the fuck– whatever. WHATEVER. HE DIDN’T BELONG HERE. )
BUT SHE DID. SHE BELONGED EVERYWHERE.
. . .
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SOMEONE’S REALLY EDGIN’ OUT HER USUAL ‘ PUNCTUAL ’ SHOWIN’ UP UNINVITED. SOMEONE’S REALLY TAKIN’ HER SWEET ASS TIME FOR ONCE, HUH ?
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ when the hell was she. . .--
MOBIUS !!
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´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ NOW THAT’S THE CATHARTICALLY EXHILARATING ENTRANCE HE’D BEEN CAMPING OUT FOR LIKE A MIDNIGHT RELEASE. . . the stage lights almost sentiently illuminated the moebian savior; the liberator, the deus ex machina, the interdimensional defender. . .
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ JOT THIS DOWN IN YOUR COUNTERFACTUAL HISTORY BOOKS, MOBIUS. moebius isn’t  irreparably far gone, because WE HAVE HER. get schooled.
´ ・ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ a single gloved fist is pumped up into the air, thumb & pinky fingers sticking out to resemble devil horns as scourge’s gaze locks with rascal’s.
HE WANTED HER TO SEE THAT HE DID SHOW UP
HE WANTED HER TO SEE THAT HE WAS LOCKED & LOADED TO FEEL ALIVE
TO REALLY FEEL ALIVE. FOR THE FIRST TIME.
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stillangsty · 2 years
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I’m rolling my eyes SO fckin hard btch
I did a reading, cz why, out of everyone does this girl have a hold on me ?? From day 1 ☹️
my reading said HOLD UR HORSES 🐎 n chill w the erratic behavior b4 I do something insecure n regret the consequences .. n I mean it makes sense lol she does scare easily .
“Uncertainty will pass and you will see the bigger picture again. If you are patient and sincere, the right path will be revealed to you.”
Ok card 2
“You have an excellent opportunity to rally the troops if you remain non-competitive. Apply yourself for the sake of the collective good and maintain the kinds of high standards that inspire people.”
From this I get that I should focus on the higher purpose, which was 2 evolve myself n the other person / anybody involved. I told her I was poly (back then) but I still found myself extremely jealous of whoever was takin her pics cz it wasn’t me 😭 n that is not my character ! at all lol I am just not secure in myself as I was b4.
Card 3
“As you strive to advocate for the greater good for the greatest number, don't neglect your own desires.”
Idk what this means, maybe “don’t lose urself” cz I do have a tendency 2 prioritize their happiness n neglect my own / LET my own rely completely on theirs n that’s not fair. This is why I did crush lol but I can’t keep running away from intimacy forever.. it’s been way 2 long !
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purple-babygirl · 2 years
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Hiii
First I wanted to say that I'm in love with everything you right and I've lost count on how many times I already reread all your work, thank you for sharing your masterpieces with us!!
Second, I don't know if you're takin requests and I totally understand if you aren't or just don't feel like writing it, but after reading Fallen Angel I was wondering if you could write something about the reader being little for the first time around Bucky and maybe the first time she called him Daddy....
- Foxy nonnie 🦊
(I'm sorry if this emoji is taken by another nonnie, please let me know so that I can pic a new one!)
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Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader
Word count: 2,270
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, mentions of a thunderstorm, mentions of light outage, the rest is fluff.
A/N: Foxy Nonnie omg:')💜 i love you and honestly thank you for reading and being so kind like that. You're amazing. And I'm not taking requests but I loved yours so much I couldn't help but give you something and if it's okay with you, I combined another request with yours as well. I hope you like this one and that you're having a beautiful day. You're lovely. Please enjoy xx💜 (and no, it's not taken. The emoji is all yours, dear Nonnie 💜)
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officially Daddy
They were taking it slow, taking their time because Bucky wanted to make sure she was 100% ready and comfortable. He wanted her to be sure she wanted this relationship and that she wanted it with him. This helped Bucky become a very good beginner Daddy. Not once did he make her feel unaccepted, weird or dumb. He respected all her boundaries and did his best to show his love for her without being suffocating or overwhelming.
He treated her as the angel she was and he took care of her. Bucky understood the difference between being treated little and being belittled and she loved that about him.
She preferred calling him “her Bucky” at first, not fully used to actually using the word she was dying to use.
Baby steps, she decided and Bucky was more than fine with that.
At first Bucky was still learning but with time, his need to be there for her all the time grew more and more. He loved the short moments where she would go all little on him, sometimes without even realizing fast enough to stop herself.
Bucky was absolutely adoring it. He would stick by to open doors for her, lift her up on chairs, and get her anything out of her reach just to hear her shy voice when she would say “thank you, my Bucky.”
It filled his heart with so many unprecedented emotions. The way she said his name was different, so gentle and so pure and so so beautifully needy.
Bucky couldn’t remember a time he was happier or more peaceful than he was being her lover and caregiver.
When Bucky entered her bedroom and she was on the floor using the bracelet-making kit he’s got her, his heart soared. He didn’t need her to talk to realize she was fully her little self at the moment. This was it. She wasn’t holding back this time. She wasn’t hiding. She was immersed in being this side of herself and Bucky was ready to embrace it all.
She was so focused he had to clear his throat for her to look up to him and notice his presence. The smile that spread across her face made her look even more like an angel.
No one’s ever been or looked so happy to see Bucky before. He’s never witnessed such a reaction to his entrance in a room. He basically lived for the way her eyes lit up at the sight of him now.
“What are you doing, baby angel?” Bucky asked softly, getting on his knees next to her.
He wanted to let her know he knew she was little and that he was welcoming it.
She lifted up her finished work to show him what she’s been making and Bucky’s heart fluttered. She’s put together the letters to his name plus an S at the end. Her simple, colourful bracelet said “Buckys”, and even though it lacked the apostrophe, Bucky knew she wanted to tell him she was his. All his. Each and every version of her conscious was his to love and care for.
She needed him to know that she felt like she was his and that she liked it too much to hide it.
“Tie it for me, my Bucky?” she asked timidly, holding both ends of the bracelet between her index and thumb.
Bucky could only lean in to kiss her forehead, trying to figure out how someone like him deserved a girl like her.
“Anything for you, angel.”
~
The first time she referred to Bucky as Daddy, it wasn’t to his face.
Bucky had been caught up in the rain, stuck in his car on his way home from a particularly tough work meeting after which he only wanted to be with his angel, soaking up in her innocent aura as he held her close.
She didn’t want to be clingy or annoying so she only called him once to ask when he was coming back, but it was enough for Bucky to hear the anxiousness in her voice.
He’d noticed she wasn’t a big fan of thunderstorms. The sound of thunder wasn’t exactly the most soothing to her. She would snuggle closer to Bucky’s warm body whenever the clouds shook with the loud cracking sounds on the nights the sky would pour.
Bucky knew she must’ve been scared all by herself in the big house. The only comfort she might be getting would be from Alpine and that if the cat didn’t need to be comforted herself.
The amount of times he’s yelled at his driver to hurry up and get him home was a new record. He was so close to losing his cool and getting in the front to drive himself.
Slippery, wet roads his ass.
When Bucky’s car stopped before the mansion, he was practically racing out of it, dragging the guard holding up the umbrella for him along as he took fast, wide steps.
The storm had caused a power outage and the whole place was dark. He could barely see his own hands. If he didn’t have the car lights lighting up the stairs for him, Bucky would’ve probably been face first on the first step.
Once inside, Bucky was met by another guard, who held up a flashlight for him. He shook off his coat and jacket, carding his hands through his hair a couple of times after handing the garments to a house worker. He got out of his shoes, now feeling tighter than ever on his feet, and rushed up the stairs to their room.
‘She didn’t want us in the room with her,’ the guards by the bedroom door told him, ‘said she was going to try to sleep.’
Bucky knew it was unlikely for her to succeed but he still opened the door ever so carefully just in case she had fallen asleep.
Bucky peeked in slowly only to be met with the sight of her wrapped up in a throw blanket from head to toe while hiding under the thicker bed blanket, Alpine purring on her lap. The place was illuminated by a bunch of scented candles, which added to the serene atmosphere her presence brought about. The room smelled like heaven with her in the middle looking like the most gorgeous angel.
“Shh, it’s okay, PinePine. Daddy will be here soon,” she told the trembling cat.
Her words went straight to Bucky’s heart, flying it across the planet and then slamming it back inside his chest.
She’s called him Daddy. She’s accepted him. She finally felt fully, completely and doubtlessly safe with him. She was his angel and he was her Daddy.
“We have nothing to be scared of. Daddy protects us from all scary things. He’s so strong and he has a metal arm,” she continued to reassure the white feline, softly caressing her head.
In a way, she was saying these words to herself too. She loved Bucky and it made her feel less scared to recall how safe he made her feel when he was around.
Alpine purred back as if in reply so she went on.
“He’s on his way. He promised. Daddy never breaks his promises.”
“Not to his angel, he doesn’t,” Bucky said, entering the room with a smile that she immediately returned.
Her face was hot as she figured Bucky must’ve heard her call him Daddy. She didn’t know if he liked it or not, but he didn’t seem upset or weirded out. And why would he? They’ve discussed everything. Bucky was onboard.
“My Bucky,” she whispered as he leaned in to engulf her blanket-wrapped body in his arms.
She could smell his scent and feel his warmth and it immediately made her feel safer as if the rain wasn’t still beating on the windows. She felt safe despite the darkness and the thunder cracking loudly across the sky.
Bucky was her light; he was her home and haven.
Alpine purred louder, getting up to her feet and rubbing her head into the man’s arm until he greeted her too with a few scratches to her head.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to come home, angel. We got caught up in the storm,” Bucky said, apologetically kissing her cheek because he knew she didn’t like the dark.
The mansion was too big and it being completely dark like that was almost haunting.
“You’re here now.” She beamed, pulling back the covers for Bucky to get in next to her.
“Yes, I am.” Bucky nodded, his own smile lighting up the dark room as contentment filled him.
“Let me change first,” he said, pulling the covers back so she wouldn’t get cold and she nodded, watching him walk to the large closet.
“Don’t go,” she called after him.
“I’ll be in the closet, baby, not going anywhere-” Bucky tried to tell her but she shook her head.
“No?” he asked, a smile forcing its way on his handsome face.
She shook her head again, getting shy and staring at her fingers as they played with Apline’s hair. “Stay. I won’t look,” she mumbled before biting her lip.
“Okay then, but don’t look,” Bucky joked but she nodded in all seriousness, silently promising him she wouldn’t.
They weren’t in a place in their relationship where they’ve been naked together yet. She’s only seen Bucky shirtless like twice and both were accidental situations from which she quickly turned her face and fled.
Bucky brought his clothes out with him, setting them on the end of the bed as he started taking his socks off, followed by his shirt and pants.
She couldn’t help herself as she curiously gazed up and watched Bucky’s back while he slid his pants down his long legs. His skin was illuminated by the candle lights and he looked otherworldly beautiful. He was so handsome and he was her Bucky. His muscles made his figure look as if it was perfectly sculpted by the gods—
“Hey! You promised you wouldn’t look!” Bucky teased, chuckling when he caught her checking him out.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, quickly casting her eyes down.
Bucky laughed lightly, holding her hands up to his lips to kiss them and reassure her he was only teasing.
Her smile was back to her face as she watched Bucky drop his clothes in the hamper in the bathroom before returning back.
She was at his side the second he was comfortable under the fluffy, warm blanket next to her, her head on his chest, her body cuddling up to his.
“You can always look, baby. I’m yours as much as you’re mine,” Bucky mumbled to the crown of her head before kissing it.
She could only nod shyly, hiding a smile when she pressed a kiss to his shoulder as she cuddled closer.
“Angel?” he leaned forward and kissed her forehead next.
“Yes, my Bucky.”
“Please say it again,” Bucky whispered, “what you called me earlier.”
She looked up at him, wanting to see his face and make sure he was saying what she thought she heard.
“Really?” she checked nervously, her heart rapid in her chest.
“Really.” Bucky nodded, his gaze adoring and assuring.
She hesitated for a second before opening her mouth to let out the softest words Bucky has ever been told.
“I- I missed you tonight… daddy,” her voice was so low, so small and so shy that it made Bucky’s heart burst.
She buried her face in his neck, letting out a shaky sigh as she awaited his reaction.
“Daddy missed you even more, angel,” came Bucky’s tender reply as he hugged her tighter to him, “I missed you so much.”
When she looked back up, tears were already crowded in her eyes and Bucky thought he pushed her for a second.
“I love you,” she told him, biting back the tears that came with being too emotional, “you’re the best Daddy ever.”
She returned her face to the crook of his neck again and let her tears fall silently, her hands clutching Bucky’s shirt making sure he stayed where he was — making sure he was where he was.
Bucky has been called a lot of names by a lot of people, but he could hands down swear that being called Daddy by her was the best title he’s ever earned.
“Only to you, angel. You make me the best me I could be,” Bucky said as she pulled back to look at him again with a teary smile.
His thumb wiped gently at her cheeks before he kissed her forehead once more, letting his lips wander to her hairline and linger there.
“I love you, angel. You are my whole life.”
“Thank you for being my daddy.” It was all she could get out when she wanted to thank him for so much more.
The way she looked up at Bucky had him captivated and he had no intention of being set free. Her eyes were full of love. They were speaking to him, telling him how much she truly loved him, how much she wanted him and how much she appreciated him. He was the luckiest man on the planet and he was never more thankful for anything in his entire life as he was for her existence.
“Thank you for having me.” Bucky’s calloused thumb caressed her cheek, gingerly wiping away any residue tears before kissing her eyelids.
This was only the beginning to a series of warm, love-filled nights they would both happily share, for neither of them had any intention to let the other go.
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erodasfishtacos · 3 years
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Take a Hike
Prompt: When Harry and Y/N take the baby for a hike and end up being followed by fans.
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contains: language, sexual content
Harry was furious. He just wanted to go on a hike  - like a normal family on a warm June day in a beautiful foreign country.
You were currently in Madrid - on Harry’s European leg of the tour.
While Harry had been doing press - you and Sasha had taken to the hotel pool where she could splash and enjoy the water all day.
It wasn’t without a eagle-eyed security guard who lurked in the background for shady characters and overzealous fans.
Fans - they wanted picture with you because you were Harry Styles’ wife. Not inherently famous on your own.
It was a bit odd, but you didn’t mind occasionally stopping to snap a pic with a excited fans. 
However, when you and Harry were out with the baby - it was completely off limits. Neither Harry nor you would stop for fans and paparazzi if you were toting around your little love.
She didn’t like the crowds and shouts that came along with swarms of people. She would slap her little hands over her ears, dig her face into her parent’s neck, and whimper.
Harry had always been protective of you when it came to these situations. One of the major downfalls of being so famous.
Harry had nearly gotten arrested when a clumsy pap had nearly push you over while you were eight months along. 
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You and Harry had loaded up all the necessities for the five-mile hike on one of the trails right outside the city.
Sasha had a generous amount of sunscreen on and a little hat to protect her face. She refused to wear the sunglasses.
Harry had a pack for her - so you helped him load your two-year-old onto his back. He knew it was going to ache like a motherfucker but she was a bit too heavy for you. You opted for the backpack with everything in it.
The trail was semi-busy. Both of you donned sunglasses and hats to attempt to disguise yourselves a little bit.
Harry had even pulled on a hoodie - despite the heat - to cover his very recognizable tattoos.
You made it the two and a half miles in without any interruptions. 
Sasha falling asleep halfway through the trek with her cheek smushed against her father’s shoulder blade.
You snapped a few pictures in front of the waterfalls and beautiful rock structures. But you had decided not to wake your daughter from her nap.
You and Harry had taken an obligatory kissing selfie that would likely be your new Lock Screen. 
You both had made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses for the picture because you can hear muted whispers from other tourists.
“Is that fucking Harry Styles?”
“Yes. Oh my god! That’s his wife and baby!”
“Snap a video, Emilia!”
Harry’s noticeable tenses as he slides his sunglasses back onto his nose. Protective papa bear was in full-force around strangers who knew who he was.
The most important thing in Harry’s mind was his family’s safety.
“Let’s go, lovie,” Harry murmurs softly. His British accent surely giving him away if they heard it.
You nod anxiously - pointedly not making eye contact with the fans and small group that was gathering.
As you begin the journey back down the small mountain - you notice the group trailing behind you. Following you guys.
Jaw clenched, you want to scream at them to stop taking pictures of your sleeping baby. But you attempt to keep your cool.
It wasn’t more than ten teenage girls but it didn’t really matter who it was.
The girls are getting louder, more excited. When one of them squeals in joy of seeing her celebrity crush - who she had ticket for his concert tomorrow as did the rest of the group.
The noise startles the curly-haired baby on Harry’s back awake. She immediately starts crying - her hands coming to grip frantically in her fathers matching curls.
“Daddy,” Sasha sobs, grabbing at him as the girls keep snapping pictures and cooing.
Harry’s face is stone - attempting to keep his anger at bay. He was about to lose his shit and you couldn’t blame him.
He couldn’t always treat people with kindness.
“Down, want down,” she lisps, no longer wanting to be confined in her pack. It was also most likely time for a diaper change.
“Not right now, sweetheart. Please be good for mumma and I,” Harry rasps, reaching back to give her leg a comforting pat.
You look at your husband, “Please - let’s just try to make it out of here as soon as possible.”
Harry sighs, “I’m sorry, love.”
You brush his shoulder lightly, “it isn’t your fault people act this way. I just can’t stand when this happens around her.”
Harry’s slight smile from your reassurance turns into a glare when he realizes the nosy fans were trying to talk to his upset baby - who notably did not like strangers.
He’s quick to unstrap the toddler and shuffle her into your arms. You cradle her and turn you back away from the group. 
“Mumma, no cameras,” she whines, her words a little jumbled but you understood.
“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of it,” you coo assuringly. Her fingers finding their way into her mouth to soothe her.
Harry slides her carrier off his shoulders and tosses it next to your feet. He’s trailing over to the jumpy, overly-excited fans.
“Listen,” he states firmly, speaking loudly over their giggles, “y’need to stop following us and takin’ pictures. You’re scaring our baby.”
They chatter a bit, begging from picture and then they promise they’ll leave us alone.
“Absolutely not,” Harry states, trying to stay level headed with these immature teens who adored him.
With that, he’s headed back to you guys. The girls shouting unflattering things at him like “asshole” and “douchebag.”
He decided to ignore it and quickly allows you to strap the baby back into her carrier. His eyes study your face to make sure you’re alright and you give him a calm smile, squeezing at his bicep.
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The girls trailed off after a few more minutes of following us. Harry hummed and sang a few nursery rhymes to Sasha to keep her calm but she was still fussy.
Back the hotel, Sasha was freshly bathed and laid down for a nap in the second bedroom. A baby monitor sat on the bathroom countertop as you two showered off the sweat and dirt.
Harry was still upset about the incident so you decided upon a good cuddle in a warm shower. His cheek was rested in the top of you head and his arms holding you to his wet chest.
“Just want to be normal - for one fuckin’ day,” he huffs with frustration.
“We had a totally normal, fun hike. It wasn’t ruined, I promise. It’s our reality so they’re is no use in being upset about it.”
Harry loved how level-headed you were to balance out his irrational, impulsive feelings and actions.
“You’re t’good to me, I love you.”
“At the end of the day, I knew what I was signing up for when you and I got married. I also knew when we had Sasha that paparazzi would still hound you.”
“Didn’t sign up to be harassed constantly though. I just feel so bad about it sometimes. It scares Sasha and it makes me feel like a bad father.”
You knew he was about to throw himself into a downward spiral if you didn’t distract him. 
“You know what else I signed up for when I married you?” I murmur into his neck, letting my lips ghost over his hammering pulse.
“Wha’s that?” He asks genuinely, a little slow on the uptake because of how deep in thought he was.
“That you would fuck me whenever I wanted,” you nearly purr, landing a not-so-gentle nip to the vein protruding on his neck.
“Is tha’ right? Put a ring on your finger and now I gotta give you my cock whenever you please?” He grunts at your teeth pinching his sensitive skin.
It’s amazing how it takes little to no effort to get this man in the mood.
“Mmm, if you want to be a good, dutiful husband,” you taunt - knowing he’ll take the bait.
“Am I not a good husband, pet? I fuck you any chance you let me. Give it to you anytime time you wan’ it. You know that.”
His hand is tugging your thigh up roughly, making your centers align with delicious pressure as he slips right between your folds.
“Harry,” Y/N groans, your head falling down to watch where he’s teasingly grinding his cock against your entrance and clit.
“Want me t’put it in, love?” He drawls like he has all the time in the world. The water pelting on his back making him pink.
“Ple-please,” you choke out, nipples harden against his chest even in the warmth of the shower. Sensitive with every brush against his smooth pecs. 
“You know what else you signed up for when y’married me?” He asks, his voice as deep and smooth as honey.
“What?” I reply, whining each time he teases at pushing in.
“That when you beg for my prick - you’ll be a good girl and take it.” 
With that, he’s thrusting up into you with full force. His sharp hipbones meeting the plushy, soft skin of yours.
“Ooh, oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, wrapping an arm around his neck as he presses brushing marks into your thigh where he’s holding you for leverage.
“C’mon, you can take it,” your husband goads, relentlessly hitting the spot that send licks of flames of your spine.
Your legs are feeling weak with how hard he’s pounding into you. He is so intuned with your body that he moves his hands to you backside.
He lifts you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his presses you back into the cold tile wall. 
He was so fucking good. How’d you manage to marry him? Unexplainable. 
“Am I good husband? Fuck you well enough?” He hisses against your open mouth as you pant heavily.
“So so good, H. Best husband ever,” you whimper, welcoming the friction from his pelvis against your swollen bud.
“Sweet girl,” he murmurs happily, “I think you deserve to come”
You throw your head back as he speeds up, fingers reaching to flick at your nerves - just on the right side of painful.
It’s just what you needed to climax. He always somehow knew what you needed. His fingers are consistent as he lets you ride it out.
It is only a few more rough thrusts before he’s cursing and coming as well. His hand grasping harshly at your jaw to bring you into a searing kiss.
“Never gonna get sick of watchin’ you come on my cock,” he chuckles, carefully placing your feet back on the ground but keeping a tight hold of your hips.
You lean in to give him a quick but meaningful kiss before going about cleaning your body again after the mess you two created. 
It takes a little longer than necessarily due to you constantly having to bat his wandering hands away from your body.
—-
It dark out now, the city of Madrid illuminated through the large windows of the high-rise hotel.
Sasha was exhausted after the hike and full day at the pool - despite napping twice. She was always out like a light around eight-thirty
You were tightly tucked into Harry’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes becoming bleary from drowsiness. 
Your toddler was sprawled out on Harry’s chest, fast asleep with one of your husband’s large hands resting on her back. 
Harry was scrolling aimlessly through his phone when he chuckle softly, handing you his mobile to see what was on the screen.
It was a video-recording of an Instagram Live. 
The video forwarded by Jeff. The volume low to not disturb your daughter.
It was a teenager girl who looks unpleasantly familiar.
“Um - yeah. So we saw him and we were hiking freaking out. ‘Cause like we’re going to his concert tomorrow.”
Then girls eyes flick to the commenters to answer questions.
“He had his baby. His wife was there too.”
“No, so he was so unfriendly! He flipped out because we wanted an autograph!”
The girl was mimicking Harry’s thick accent, “when we asked for a picture - he legit said ‘absolutely not.’”
I shake my head at the girl’s antics, “how dare you not take a photo. You’re such a dick.” You tease.
Harry smirks, taking the phone back and tossing it on the cushion. His hand rubbing gentle circles on his sleepy baby.
“None of tha’ matters,” Harry says softly, “I don’t care what anybody but you thinks ‘bout me. At the end of the day, as long as I have you and the bab - I’ll be happy.”
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Shdhf here’s most of the other drawins! M gonna be workin on sm digital ones tmrw probably but these are the traditional ones i did in my free times :>
(Btw these were all done yesterday morning/afternoon, so more visible/harsh scarring than i’d now draw with the new info u gave me)
Honestly, since u havent posted a ref/in depth description i jus went with whatever i thought might be likely(shoeless because grew out of them+couldnt get any in the pits, tho im guessing she likely has shoes in the au shfg- also scarring on the chin cause i thought ‘damn what if she smacked her face into the floor while trying to get away’) tho obv i’d draw it differently with any new info. The ‘Jinx’ carving into the collar was also jus me being like ‘damn dont they smtms do that to dogs in fighting rings?? Thatd be fucked up lol’ so like,, feel free to ignore it shdhf
Anyway! Away from the doodles! I am jus,, fuckin burstin with questions mate- ur au’s so cool!! U dont have to answer any of em tho dw sjdjf
So does vi show up well post!pits or do her n cait investigate the pits n see jinx? Im assuming its post based on ur comment of them takin a while to show up since things happen differently, but i felt like askin anyway :p
Does fighter!jinx still tinker/build stuff?? Ik u said she would never touch bombs n such(which, understandable. That sounds like jus askin to be triggered tbh)- but if/when she meets up with ekko does she maybe help with buildin them stuff? Makin/repairin hoverboards, makin guns- or maybe knives n such? Idk what skills u’re givin her dhdgdb
Oh, and with ur first post on this au, im assuming jinx escapes at 15? Can i ask how old she was when silco first gets her? Does she spend a lot of time after escaping just hiding out and ekko happens upon her by accident? Does she gain any injuries while escaping? Does she stay with the firelights when she meets them or does she only visit so as to not draw silco towards them too much? Does silco have specific people hunting jinx down(say, her handlers from the pits, or sevika?) or is it jus like,, everyone in his empire is on high alert for her n everyones to go after her if they see her?
And speaking of sevika- whats her opinion of all this? I mean, obv im guessing shes in favor of whatever silco wants, but do u think she ever felt guilt/regret over tossing vander n his kids to the wolves(literally, in powders case) or does she jus,, not care??
And a final thought(im so sorry i jus realized how many questions this is dhdhdhv)- with jinx’s seeming penchant/willingness to bite anyone n everyone(jus based off the mention of biting the animal-turned-shimmer!monster she fought + her desire to bite silcos hand) does she ever get muzzled?? Or nah??
kjnkdjfnkj i love the pics!! Nah any creative liberties you took are cool to see! I’m still having a hard time drawing Jinx so I was practicing before I could actually post any art refs. 
“Jinx” would be inscribed in the collar if Silco was a pure asshole, but as cruel as he seems in this AU, he doesn’t actually see her as a dog or a pet despite what everyone thinks. He wants her by his side eventually and sees everything that he’s done (towards the last year or two) as a means of “freeing” her. Oh and she does have shoes. They’re falling apart, but they exist xD Not the best idea to fight barefoot on metal. 
And I can totally see the logic behind the scarring. It doesn’t help that she is malnourished, especially in those first few years, so her healing wasn’t very efficient. But, surprisingly, her face is not as marked up as you think it would be after 5-6 years. It’s the rest of her body that’s got an impressive collection. 
(He visits her pretty often towards the end, talking to her and braiding her hair, and it sucks because Jinx naturally wants to not be alone, but also hates the bastard with everything in her. She’d have Stockholm syndrome in this au if it wasn’t for the voices)
Vi is gonna have a straight up heart attack the minute she’s close enough to see the scarring. It’s pretty extensive on her upper body, despite how most of it is pretty faint (barring a few bigger scars) and it’s enough to tell Vi that Jinx has had a rough couple of years. 
I’ll be honest, when I first posted about this AU I thought Powder was 10 in Act 1 and 16 in Act 2-3. Apparently she was 11-12 and 17-18, respectively, so that ruins things a bit xD 
So for sake of keeping it mostly canon, she is roughly 11 when she’s captured by Silco and 17 when she gets free. It won’t be Vi and/or Cait who comes to save her though (I’m actually writing her escape right now so I think I’ll keep quiet on the ‘how’. It’s gonna be appropriately tragic xD). But she does get about a year of freedom before Vi and Cait go into to the undercity. And they show up because she’s messing with Silco’s stuff and leaving a very noticeable trail of destruction behind her. The firelights may or may not be getting caught in the crossfires of her crusade. Ekko is desperately trying to find her (take her in), but for a long while she is absolutely convinced that he’s working with Silco so avoids him like the plague (but doesn’t seriously hurt him or his out of respect for who he used to be to her). 
Speaking of Silco, he absolutely is having multiple people hunting her down. Everyone in his circle has a “report if found, do not engage” order while a select few lead capture attempts. He’s very aware that, as her target, she will eventually come at him so he fortifies himself the best he can. He’s ALSO very aware that she is much stronger than most of his lackies, so knows not to attempt a “capture on sight” order.
As for Sevika... I’ll be honest, I don’t think she gives a damn what happens to the girls. She was perfectly fine with a bunch of kids dying for the undercity, so I don’t see why she would care about Powder being put into the Pits.  Personally, I think Sevika is in favor of getting rid of her and makes her opinion to Silco very known. Jinx was a danger to them if she ever escaped and Sevika was well aware. She also knew that Silco was soft enough for the kid that he would give her leniencies that might lead to said escape (she’s not wrong). 
On another note, Jinx does eventually learn to love building things again. She’ll start building at first out of necessity (her guns aren’t gonna come from thin air, ya know), then because she remembers her passion for it. She is going to be very scared for a while, but eventually learns to get that part of her back. No explosives, but there are plenty of other things to make. In the future, she does spend a lot of time with Heimerdinger once he comes to the undercity/Zaun and he sort of takes both her and Ekko under his wing. He understands she’s been hurt for a very long time and there used to be a part of her that loved to invent, so he does his best to support her interest and catch her up on what she’s missed over the years. 
Personally, I think he’ll encourage her to go back to the basics and start her off on small things like those butterflies/animals before moving onto bigger things, but Jinx would probably try to jump right into the deep end (she would be building guns at this point, it couldn’t be that difficult - said Jinx). Not sure if that works out for her yet. This post is a bit long, so I’ll talk about her skill a bit later (but it does change over time). 
Ekko... I’m on the fence with him. There’s going to be so much guilt and anger there for a long time. Once she realizes he’s not with Silco, Jinx just wants him to forget about everything that’s happened and go back to the way they used to be (desperate to re-claim the very few good things she has left in this world), but that just can’t happen. 
I’m a timebomb shipper. I want them to be together if Jinx is shipped with anyone in this AU, but I don’t know if I’ll actually put her with anyone. She’s got a lot to work on personally (not even looking at her mental health issues) and I’m not sure if pairing her with Ekko is what’s best for the both of them. 
-- oh no you’re giving me ideas with the muzzle ahh. But really, I could see it happening the first year or two before she’s permanently fitted with a shock collar. By that point, I think she’s learned when to bite and when to punch or kick. 
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Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter I
A/n: This series is inspired by my oneshots, "Mythological Mayhem," (Can be found on my Wattpad) which is also why it will have the same name. You won't be able to choose your eye color in this series since they'll correspond with what gem/mineral each book represents. I hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!! •••••••••••••••••••••
"You can't keep me hidden forever, Prompto."
(Y/n)'s words rang inside Prompto's head as he stared up at the dark ceiling of the caravan. It had been only two days since he, Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis left Insomnia to head to Altissia for the prince's marriage to the Oracle. They were currently resting in Hammerhead, waiting for the Regalia to be repaired so they could head to Galdin Quay.
Lifting his arm, Prompto stared at the bracelet located on his right wrist. In the center stood a lone golden fragment that resembled a gemstone. Even in the darkness, a faint light radiated from it. With his left hand, he traced his index finger over the golden fragment as he continued to listen to (Y/n)'s words on repeat.
He couldn't sleep, wishing to see the girl he had come to cherish so deeply after the many years they'd spent together. The (h/c)-haired guardian has been with him ever since he could recall his earliest memories of his life. He could feel his strong, unwavering bond with (Y/n) and couldn't help but smile.
Prompto, to (Y/n)'s dismay, had kept her a secret their entire lives. No one except for him knew of her existence, not even his adoptive family or Noctis. Although she was residing in the gemstone whenever he left to go anywhere with his friends, he was saddened because she wasn't physically with him. He couldn't bear to be apart from her, not even for a simple stroll.
These past two days have been torture since he didn't wish to reveal the guardian to his companions. It wasn't because he didn't trust them, but he didn't want to be bombarded by tons of questions he wouldn't have the answers to or for (Y/n) to feel like an outcast.
A few minutes passed and Prompto debated whether to leave the caravan for a little while to see (Y/n). Unfortunately, he didn't realize what time it was until he saw Ignis was gone. The advisor was always the first to wake, his ebony coffee being the main reason why he was able to rise at such early hours of the morning and trudge through the day with no signs of exhaustion. He truly desires to have the stamina Ignis possessed after drinking a single cup of coffee.
Prompto lowered his arm with a sigh, nestling his head back into the pillow. He closed his eyes and tried to get a few more minutes of sleep, but his bustling mind kept him from finding peace.
With a groan, he dragged his body out of bed and grabbed his camera. He left the caravan and greeted Ignis before making up an excuse so he could get some alone time with (Y/n) without him or the others seeing her. He told the tactician how he wanted to take a few pictures of the rising sun and quickly excused himself to find a secluded location.
The moment Ignis turned his back, Prompto made a mad dash toward the garage. He headed around the side and took cover behind the garage. Looking around, the blonde made sure the coast was clear before summoning (Y/n). He whispered her name, the gold gemstone located on his bracelet pulsating with a warm glow.
Once the gemstone's radiance disappeared, a girl with (h/c) locks and gold-slitted eyes appeared in front of him. She combed a few stray locks out of her face and behind her ear with a sigh. "You know this would be easier if the others knew about me, Prom. I could also help you guys fight. And that gemstone is rather uncomfortable..."
"The guys would freak out if they saw your, y'know...real form!" Prompto argued. "I mean, I haven't even seen it yet! I've only read about the possibilities..."
(Y/n) sighed, crossing her arms. "If you're afraid of them attacking me, explain to them what I am! I'm sure they know about spirits. All humans should! We're not fictional characters in a fairytale. There's actual texts that explain who and what we are. If we continue to hide this from them, our time apart will only grow until after we return to Insomnia." She turned her back to him and stared up at the vast, colorful sky. The sun was rising and the sky was being painted with an array of shades of orange, red, and yellow. "After all the years we've spent together, I guess you've finally grown tired of me. I'm not surprised, really. To be honest, I'm not the easiest person to live with and I sometimes can be really annoying. I mean, you've-"
Two arms wrapped around her body, silencing her. She tensed up slightly when feeling her back flush against his body. A small gasp slipped from her lips when she felt Prompto nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck. His warm breath grazed her skin, causing her body to shudder. His blonde locks tickled the side of her face as his arms tightened around her. In her left ear, she heard him whisper, "I'm not tired of you, (Y/n). I could never get tired of you. You've been with me since the beginning and...and I can't believe you haven't left yet. I never thought someone like you would still wanna hang around a loser like me even now..."
(Y/n) pried his arms off her and turned around to face him. Cupping his cheeks in her palms, she stared into his cerulean eyes. "Even if I wasn't your guardian, I know we were destined to find one another. If I was human, maybe we could...never mind."
"Tell me," Prompto begged, gazing into her glistening golden eyes.
She shook her head with another sigh. "Sorry, it's nothing. I'm letting my imagination run wild again."
All of a sudden, she heard footsteps and acted quickly. Her body vanished, returning to the gemstone in Prompto's bracelet. The blonde also heard the footsteps and promptly picked up his camera, acting like he was taking pictures of the surrounding area.
Ignis walked around the corner, his emerald eyes analyzing the photographer. "Is everything all right, Prompto?"
"Uh, y-yeah!" The marksman's voice cracked, afraid his friend had overheard his conversation with (Y/n). "Just takin' some pics of the scenery!"
The strategist's eyes ventured over to the camera in the younger boy's grasp. "You are mindful of the lens cap, are you not?"
Prompto looked down at his camera and chuckled nervously as he removed the lens cap. "I-I knew it was on..."
"Of course," Ignis replied. The advisor detected the blonde's strange behavior and was able to see through his lie with ease. However, he simply spun on his heels and left his companion without questioning him.
The shutterbug sighed in relief when Ignis left. "That was too close..."
"I'll say," (Y/n) said as she reappeared beside him. "You're a terrible liar. Always have been."
"H-Hey, I tried my best."
"I know, but..." The golden-eyed girl looked around at the desert-like landscape. "You realize this isn't a scenic view, right? It's nothing but dirt, rocks, and a few plants scattered about. I'm pretty sure I saw a tumbleweed earlier, too."
"As an avid photographer, it's my job to capture everything," Prompto replied. "Even the ugly parts."
(Y/n) glanced at the boy from the corner of her eye. "A photographer captures the beauty in everything. Even the ugliest parts of this world have beauty hidden somewhere. I'm sure you can turn this desolate landscape into something beautiful. Just make sure you get some breakfast before becoming lost in your photography. Your stomach's growling."
Prompto, having been distracted, finally felt and heard his stomach grumble. A rosy hue dusted across his face, embarrassed at how obnoxious his stomach sounded. "I'll grab a bite at Takka's. What about you?"
"What about me?" (Y/n) replied with her own question.
"You haven't eaten since we left the city. You should come with me! If the guys see us, we can just pretend we're strangers who decided to share a meal together."
She smiled reassuringly at him. "I'll be fine, Prom. I can go a couple more days without eating." She bumped her hip against his, nudging him forward. "Now go get something to eat."
Prompto knew how stubborn the girl was. He didn't stand a chance against her and hung his head with a sigh. "Okay..."
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A couple days later, the royal retinue arrived at Longwythe Rest Area after the Regalia was repaired. They delivered a package as per requested by Cindy and received a visit from Umbra. Seeing as the day was turning to night, the boys headed over to the Crow's Nest Diner to enjoy a quick dinner before checking in at the motel across the street.
Around ten o'clock, Prompto realized the others were all asleep and quietly made his way out of the room. With the spare gil he received from Ignis after their successful hunt yesterday, he headed back over to the Crow's Nest and stood outside the entrance. He summoned (Y/n), who appeared in front of him in mere seconds.
Turning her head, the spirit hummed in curiosity as she peered over her shoulder at the small diner. "The Crow's Nest? What're we doing here?"
"You're hungry, right?" Prompto asked. "It's been four days since you've ate anything so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for you to get a bite to eat. With the guys asleep, it'll also give us some alone time."
"All right, but it's getting late. As much as I would love chatting with you for hours upon end, you'll need to get some sleep. Once I'm done eating, you're heading straight to bed."
"Deal."
Prompto and (Y/n) entered the diner, taking a seat at one of the booths. The man behind the counter walked over and took their order. The blonde asked for a simple glass of water while the girl ordered the salmon with a soda. As they waited for their order, the two chatted nonstop.
A few minutes ticked by and their order arrived. (Y/n) enjoyed every bite of her salmon, listening to Prompto as he shared what she had missed during her time slumbering in the gemstone. She clung to every word even after finishing her meal.
By the time midnight rolled around, the (h/c)-haired girl's eyes widen in shock. "I lost track of time!" She scurried out of the booth after Prompto paid. "You need to get some sleep. We'll be heading to Galdin Quay tomorrow and I wouldn't want to be the reason why you lost sleep."
"I know," Prompto sighed dejectedly. "I just...really wanted to spend some time with you."
She smiled at him. "Prom, we've been by each other's side for a very long time. Besides, I'm not going anywhere. Now go back to bed so you have enough energy for tomorrow. I'm really excited for Galdin Quay! I've always wanted to visit the ocean. I'd love to relax on the beach."
"Me too!" Prompto chanted excitedly. "I can't wait to take so many pictures!"
"All the more reason you should get some rest," she remarks.
He nodded. "Yeah. 'Night, (Y/n)."
Her smile blossomed. "Goodnight, Prom." Her body vanished, returning to the golden gemstone.
Prompto rushes back to the room and crawls into bed. He closed his eyes, delving into the world of dreams.
Almost two hours later, Prompto was startled awake by a nightmare. A cold sweat consumed his body as he flew up into a sitting position. Trailing his hand across his forehead, he wiped off the small sweat droplets before climbing out of bed and slipping his boots on. Leaving the room, he headed up to the roof to clear his head.
On the rooftop, Prompto sat down and let the cool breeze dry his body, calm his racing heart, and clear his head. He stared across the street, noticing the Crow's Nest was still open. He watched as a couple of hunters pulled into Longwythe Rest Area in a truck and parked just outside the diner. Once they entered the eatery, the blonde looked away with a heavy sigh. With his attention no longer focused on anything, the images from the nightmare filled his mind.
"Bad dream?"
Prompto turned his head and saw (Y/n) standing a few feet away. "Yeah," he replied halfheartedly.
"What was it about?" She pried.
"Noct, Gladio, Iggy, and I were facing off against a horde of daemons. I kept getting in the way and then...they abandoned me." The boy stared down at his hands as he clasped them tightly together. "Am I...worthless?"
(Y/n) clutched her hands behind her back as she focused her attention on the daemons prowling the darkness just beyond the rest area. "You're not worthless, Prom. Everyone is unique in different ways. You may not possess the strength of your friends, but you have your own special abilities that make up for their weaknesses." She hopped on to the ledge of the roof, walking down the narrow strip of concrete. "A team is like a puzzle. If one piece is missing, it's incomplete."
"H-Hey, be careful," Prompto muttered nervously as he felt his anxiety skyrocket just by watching her walk along the edge of the roof.
The guardian continued walking until she reached the end of the ledge. She stared down at the asphalt below. "You may think you're worthless, but in reality you aren't. You might not see it, but the others and I do. You've convinced yourself you are worthless and that's why you dream of such horrific scenarios." Turning around, she stared into his cerulean eyes with her golden ones. "No one is perfect. We all have our flaws. They may appear perfect in your eyes, but that's because your combined strength is able to hide them."
"But you're perfect," Prompto unconsciously said.
She smirked at him. "If I'm perfect, so are you. After all, I am a fragment of your soul."
The blonde's eyes widen at her words. Even though he's known the girl all his life, not once has he heard the real story about guardians. "What do you mean, (Y/n)?"
Hopping off the ledge, the (h/c)-haired girl walked over and sat beside him. She hung her legs off the roof, swinging them back and forth. "The fairytales about guardians are false. We're not almighty beings sent from the heavens by the Astrals to watch over the people of Eos. Guardians are spiritual beings manifested from a fragment of a person's soul. Our duty as a guardian is to protect the very soul that created us. Not everyone possesses the power to forge a guardian, though. Very few humans do, and you're one of them, Prompto. When a human does shape a guardian, we take the form of their choice. My appearance is a result of your cognition."
"So, the reason you look like this is...?"
"I've taken the form of your deepest desire. I must say," (Y/n) examined her appearance and grinned. "I look pretty good. At least you didn't make me look like a chocobo. I don't know what I'd do if I was a yellow bird."
Prompto's cheeks ignited a deep crimson and he immediately looked everywhere but at her. He couldn't remember a single time when his imagination created a strong, intelligent, beautiful person. He cleared his throat, eyes still darting around to avoid her gaze. "U-Um..." The boy's mind was blank as he tried to think of a response, but not even a single word came to mind.
(Y/n) realized this and smiled. "I know this is the first time we've really talked about spirits, but I hope I was able to explain it clearly. If not, we can always search for actual text. There are many documented existences of spirits and books that have been published."
Prompto found his voice and said, "I never really asked because, well...I kinda forgot you were a guardian."
"You treat me like a normal person," she stated. "Which I'm grateful for, even though I'm not human."
"You look like a normal girl to me," he answered honestly, finally being able to look at her.
"Yeah, well, your cognition thought of a normal girl."
"Does that mean if my deepest desire was a chocobo, you really would've been one?" He asked, eyes gleaming with excitement.
"No, I was just messing with you. A guardian's human form is based on their master's deepest desire, but it has to take the form of a human. All spirits have a human form and a true form. Alas, our master doesn't determine our true form."
"Y'know, I've never seen your true form," Prompto commented. "Is it scary?"
"Um, well..." (Y/n)'s voice trailed off. She watched the two hunters from earlier depart the Crow's Nest and drive away in their truck. "I...want to say no, but it might frighten you. But trust me, Prom, I would never hurt you or the others."
"I know," he smiled gently. "Now I'm really curious what your true form is! Is it a chocobo?"
The spirit giggled, nudging her elbow into his side. "Don't get too excited. And no, it's not. Guess you'll just have to wait."
The blonde released a dramatic groan as he hung his head. "Aw, man...!"
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I saw a person’s nudes on my dash today and like.... she tagged her pics as “fresh sans” and had the caption “do you wanna play, daddy?” 
She wasn’t even in cosplay she was just takin pics of her titties
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succubus
“This is the last session we’ll have for this,” I said, as DF got out the Xbox controller and booted up the Witcher 3. [I am writing this well after the fact, if it wasn’t obvious.]
“I mean,” MM said, “if we do it without you I’d have to take notes, wouldn’t I?”
“Yes,” I said.
“No, no,” DF said, “I’m fairly certain that Geralt will have no problem simply resuming his hard drive slumber in your absence.”
“I suppose so,” I said.
DF shrugged. “The game is from 2015,” he said, “it’s not like it’s going to suddenly be out of date.”
“Fair point.”
So, we settled down for one more session. On the docket: Honor Among Thieves, and a random collection of what we’re starting to term Chicken Sandwich Bandits because so many of them have a chicken sandwich as their loot.
Well, I hadn’t really understood that the reason Dandelion got it into his head to rob Sigi Reuven’s credit union was to bankroll some operation of Whoreson Jr.’s, in part to pay for the repair of the phylactery Ciri had. Whoreson requested that specifically for the chaos it would cause the other three crime lords of Novigrad, surely, but Dandelion was only working for him to help Ciri.
Anyway, it seems somewhat overly-complicated.
Meanwhile, Geralt is out for a jog, apparently, running through the countryside doing odds and ends kinds of quests. At the moment, the Apiarian Phantom, which is some kind of monster that is randomly freezing people to death, along with some beehives. 
The beehives are all owned by a family of... halflings? Related to the one that Geralt freed from the upstairs of Junior’s casino, apparently, and one of them has a beat-up face, but is not the same guy. IDK man. 
It’s weirdly idyllic, we’re picking berbercane and wolfsbane in a pleasant meadow while looking for clues. And here come drowners in mass quantities, and some Drowned Dead, who are like bonus-level drowners. 
We followed the tracks to an abandoned half-constructed house, where another conveniently-placed halfling gave us a key to get into the fully-constructed basement, wherein the Phantom was hiding-- ah, it’s a random Hound of the Wild Hunt. Fortunately it escaped in a cutscene that called Roach for us, as we were supposed to give chase on horseback.
We ran for a while and then just picked a likely-looking field and got off, and then fought the hound. Having put a point into a skill that lets you convert Adrenaline points into Vitality in moments of extremity saved our bacon, as Geralt definitely almost-died from this fucking thing and then revived at the last second. Hounds of the Wild Hunt, for the record, don’t give a fuck about Axii but really really really don’t like Igni. 
Eventually we melted the thing, and got paid for saving the halflings’ meadery. Thence to the next little quest marker, which involved saving some lady’s hens from a mysterious marauder. The mysterious marauder turned out to be a bunch of refugee children in the woods, and Geralt resolves the quest by convincing the old lady she should adopt the children.
On the way out DF paused for a moment, and I was like, “Why can’t Geralt just stand somewhere like a normal person?”
“Google Earth,” DF said, “always takin’ pics,” and rotated the camera to look at Geralt’s majestic streaming hair in the perpetual sunset.
Back to Novigrad, for Deadly Delights, which features a succubus. 
An amusing moment in the initial interview: the guard we’re speaking to as we find out the details of the quest is wearing questionable armor featuring the little circles that are meant to protect the wearer’s elbow joints... over his ears. Sort of... innovative I suppose?
MM is trying to predict how much clothing the succubus will wear, in her Sorceresses/Strumpets/Concubines Hierarchy Of Women’s Outfits In This Fucking Game. “She can’t have her tits out,” I said. 
“I mean,” DF said, “she could, there have very much been tits in this game.”
“Oh yeah,” I said. There sure have. 
Meanwhile DF is maneuvering Geralt through a crowd roughly the way he himself walks through a crowd in real life, featuring Having No Idea Where His Shoulders Actually Are; he tends to ram people a lot. Amusingly, the NPCs tend to universally make weird sex grunts when rammed like that, and sometimes the women make disturbingly pleased little “ooh” noises that are absolutely not what a real person would do if someone rather large and substantial and wearing armor actually rammed their ass in a crowd. (Fortunately for the real-life crowds DF is occasionally in, he does not generally wear armor, though he does very occasionally, it’s worth mentioning...) (ha that got me to look through old pictures, here’s MM on an extremely festive occasion, yes she is extremely decorative)
Anyhow we followed a scent trail inconclusively but then found another clue that led us to a whorehouse. Which featured an assortment of Strumpets in booty shorts, occasionally gyrating purposelessly on tables to no apparent audience. The amusing thing was that the whorehouse functioned like any shop, and so DF hauled up his inventory and sold all the junk he was carrying around, featuring ten human skulls among other things. 
There’s an Axii option, talking to the house’s madam, so we took it. They reward you so handsomely in XP every time you use Axii, it’s pretty evident they want you to just do that. So we did, and the madam told us where the succubus lives. (She’d been being super judgy before that. Like, lady, you run a whorehouse, and by the looks of it not well, you are not in any position to be judging Geralt’s life choices.)
(We were also like, DF, it looks like you can hire the prostitutes. DF was like “I am not going through the rigamarole of getting a mystical veneral disease for this quest, forget it.”) 
On our way to the succubus we had to stop and listen to the bards in the middle of the square, because they were working very hard and nobody was appreciating them.
The succubus herself was sort of anticlimactic. Because, here’s the thing-- she’s sapient. Geralt’s like hey, I know what you are, and she’s like yeah I know what you are, and he’s like so listen you killed some guys, we can’t be having with that, killing guys makes them hire a Witcher. And she’s like, I see that, and I only killed them because I was threatened. He’s like fair, fair, and at this point you could have fought her, but like. It seemed mean. So he was like listen can you get out of town? I don’t think it’s safe for you here anyway. And she’s like yeah I was kind of thinking that. So he’s like then you’re good? You got a safe way out? and she’s like yeah, I’m good. And he’s like cool, then I’ll lie to the people who hired me and I never saw you, chill? and she’s like yeah, chill, and that’s it. 
I guess you can fight her and kill her and get some rare component but like. Why? She was chill. Also she was not dressed particularly racily, and she had goat legs and like, full-body markings, so that was interesting. 
I’m gonna cut this in half and do the last, final, last bit of writeup later: we went to Skellige just for shits and giggles for our last night, to do one piddly little quest before it dropped off for being too low-level, and I’ll write about that later. 
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MW Act 3, Scene 5 - Street Pursuit
Title: Most Wanted: The Hollywood Killer (A CIU Screenplay)
Main Pairings: Dave x Sam
Other Pairings: N/A
Genre: Full Rewrite
Rating: PG-13 for violence, blood, swearing, alcohol, and sexuality
Summary: Tull's accomplice reveals herself and a high-speed chase ensues through L.A.'s city streets.
Previous Scene: L.A.R.A.
Masterlist: Link
EXT. DOWNTOWN L.A. - NIGHT
Sam and Dave exit the building to find themselves in the midst of a busy L.A. night. As they immediately start scanning the area for any sign of Hayley, Dave’s phone rings and he answers it, putting it on speaker.
DAVE (annoyed): Nikhil, can this wait?
NIKHIL (ON PHONE): No! Dave, shut up and listen to me!
Dave’s eyes widen in surprise at Nikhil’s uncharacteristically frantic tone. Behind him, Sam notices something and points further down the street.
SAM: There she goes!
Sam begins running after Hayley, with Dave following as he continues the conversation.
DAVE: We’re trying to run after Hayley, we think Tull might be after--
NIKHIL (ON PHONE): Dave, wait! You’ve got your gun?
DAVE: Yeah, but I really don’t think I need to worry about Hayley Rose as a possible threat--
NIKHIL (ON PHONE): Yes. Yes you do. Listen to me! We’ve been going over the clues and story you told us about what you found in Tull’s trailer, and something doesn’t add up. You said you thought he was obsessed with Hayley when he thought she wrote a song about him, right? “Outlaw?”
Ahead of Dave and Sam, Hayley reaches a busy intersection and rounds a corner.
DAVE: Yeah. I mean, that was our best guess--
NIKHIL (ON PHONE): We were wrong. One of the clippings on the photo. Remember?
DAVE (gasps in realization): It was from ‘03. Way before she even started writing any songs, much less “Outlaw.”
SAM: Dammit! How’d we miss that?
They approach the intersection and turn the corner after Hayley.
DAVE: But it changes nothing right now. We’ve still gotta protect--
NIKHIL (ON PHONE): Wait! Listen to me, Dave: Hayley isn’t who you think she is! Reza ran a facial analysis on some of the people in that picture. We confirmed they’re Servis members, by the way, what with how many times we spotted that creepy symbol in the pic. And the analysis showed--
DAVE: Yeah, okay. We’ll have to talk with Rebecca. Figure out what’s goin’ on there. But--
Sam comes to the realization a second before Nikhil reveals it. She immediately grabs her pistol from its holster as they catch up to Hayley, who has stopped and is now sobbing on the ground near an expensive-looking luxury car.
SAM: That was HER!
Dave stops and glances at her in sudden understanding.
SAM: Hayley. The little girl with Tull. That was her, wasn’t it?
NIKHIL (ON PHONE): Exactly. Which means--
DAVE: They’re both Servis. Servi. Whatever.
SAM: They’re working together. Her and Tull.
DAVE: Nikhil, call for backup. Now. I don’t care who; even tell Beckham if you have to. We’ll take care of this for now.
He hangs up the phone before Nikhil can respond, and draws his gun. As the two of them slowly approach Hayley, the pop star abruptly stops crying and rises to her feet. Her previous innocent facade has been replaced by the face of a hardened, angry, and calculating woman.
HAYLEY (irritated): Well. It looks like the game is up. Figured it out, huh?
SAM: We’re takin’ you in. You and Tull, once we catch him.
HAYLEY: Somehow I don’t think so. My daddy and I ain’t about to let you ruin this!
DAVE (bewildered): “Daddy?” What--
In the split-second that Dave is distracted by Hayley’s revelation, she whirls and jumps into the driver’s seat of the car, flipping it into drive and flooring the gas! As her car whips into the street, Sam and Dave fire at the retreating vehicle, but to no avail.
SAM: What the--
DAVE: After her!
He sprints back the way they came, Sam following close behind, until they reach his police cruiser. He rushes toward the driver’s side door but Sam elbows him out of the way.
SAM: Gimme the keys!
DAVE: What? Why?
SAM: You drive too slow!
DAVE: Says who?!
SAM: Just get in!
Dave rolls his eyes but tosses her his keys before getting into the passenger seat. A moment later, Sam flips on the siren and sends the cruiser careening off after Hayley. In no time at all, they catch up to her car as it barrels through downtown L.A.
SAM: There she is!
Hayley’s car zooms through a busy intersection and takes a sharp left turn.
DAVE: Keep going straight!
SAM: What? She turned left!
DAVE: Yeah, and I know my city. Straight ahead!
Sam hesitates, but ultimately follows his advice. The road they are on begins gently curving left, and then at another intersection just ahead of them, Hayley’s car speeds past. Sam swerves sharply to the right, putting them right on her tail.
DAVE: Told you so!
SAM: We’ve got her now. Call for backup!
DAVE: On it!
Dave grabs the radio and pushes a button.
DAVE: Rebecca! You’re still at the gala?
The sounds of gunfire and screaming are heard over the radio.
DAVE: Rebecca? Rebecca! What’s going on?
REBECCA (ON RADIO): Tull! He’s here, he’s-- he’s got Rhea!
SAM: You’re shittin’ me. No!
DAVE: What do you mean he’s got her?!
REBECCA (ON RADIO): Like a hostage! I’m tryin’ to keep him pinned down here ‘til backup comes, but--agh! Don’t know how much longer I can keep this up!
DAVE: Sam, keep after Hayley! Rebecca, listen! Keep him there, we’ll be there as soon as we can! Hayley’s in on this with Tull, understand?!
REBECCA (ON RADIO): Yeah, Nikhil told me--
DAVE: There’s something else!
Sam swerves the cruiser wildly to dodge around a pair of civilian cars between them and Hayley.
DAVE: Tull’s Hayley’s father!
REBECCA (ON RADIO): Wait, what?
SAM: Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction too.
DAVE: We’re gonna take care of Hayley, you keep Tull down until the others get there, okay?
REBECCA (ON RADIO): Sure, I’ll--
The sounds of an explosion and sizzling electricity are heard over the radio.
REBECCA (ON RADIO): Damn! The power just died, it’s pitch-black in here!
DAVE: Shit. Tull sure does love that trick.
SAM: Almost--
In front of them, Hayley abruptly slams on the breaks and pulls a sharp U-turn, speeding back the way they had come! Sam pulls an incredibly quick three-point turn in response, but Hayley has now put some extra distance between the two cars. She turns down another road, Sam following close behind.
REBECCA (ON RADIO): NO! He’s getting away!
DAVE: Follow him! We’ll bring in Hayley and--
The line suddenly goes dead. Dave curses and tosses the receiver on the floor.
SAM: How?! How did this--
DAVE: Wait. It’s gotta be.
Dave studies their surroundings carefully.
DAVE: She’s heading for the airport! Sam, turn right!
SAM: What? How do you know?
DAVE: Call it a hunch!
SAM: You expect me to trust a damn hunch?!
DAVE: No. But will you trust me?
Sam hesitates for only a moment before replying:
SAM: ...Yeah. I will.
She turns the wheel sharply to the right at the next turn, heading for the airport.
_______________________
Next: Airport Battle
CIU Tag List: @brightpinkpeppercorn @endlesshero1122 @bbaba-yagaa @acidsugar0
MW Tag List: @griselda1121
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I don’t think anyone will care but I just wanted to think about this story so I’m writing it here for me to always look back on :)
So last year my roommate who also happens to be my best friends were nannies for the majority of college. I bounced around between families but she got hired by this one riiiiiiiiich ass family like I’m talkin they had TWO Tesla’s but they never even drove so they didn’t even USE THEM. Like they had a STACK of mini pads so when the girls had friends over they all could play —like I said RICH!!
And the mom was a cool ass lady who was a really successful interior designer who also married rich like what an inspiration. Anyway they built a new stadium in San Francisco and the mom just OUT OF THE BLUE decided to buy a box in the arena (are arenas and stadiums the same thing? I don’t care) and then her husband was like oh I love that lETS BUY THE ENTIRE LITTLE SECTION so they had just this giant very very very expensive VIP area.
And a Jonas brothers concert is rollin along. Now I can’t say I’m a STAN buT I can say i did used to be and i went to a concert and another girl kinda ruined it for me but anyway the mom offered to give my roommate tickets if there was a show she wanted to see and my roommate really really wanted to but it was intimidating. but eventually she gets up the courage and asks if we can go see the jonas brothers.
for a while it was no. someone’s niece or something wanted to see them so it was kind of a bummer bc if we didn’t get to go for them we wouldn’t get to go at all but at least we tried right?
EVENTUALLY THE LITTLE GIRL BACKS OUT and we get to go!!!!!! and this box is so nice that when we finally get inside the arena and thru security, we spend AN HOUR walking around the damn arena to get to the viP entrances and you have to show your ticket every where once you get past a certain point and some employees were very impressed one women literally yelled “VERY nice ladies” in my face excitedly when i showed her ticket and OTHERS WERE SO MEAN one other woman was like you’re going to vip??? and i was like THEY KNOW WE’RE POOR but we got thru
AND THERE WAS A HUGE BUFFET AND FREE FOOD AND DRINKS and it was so nice except the steak was a SO TOUGH which was a bummer but i ate a lot of this broccoli salad and salami so i was chillin and THE CHAMPAGNE like if order it THE CHAMPAGNE JUST COMES TO YOU LIKE EMPTY GLASS!! NOT ANYMORE  so i was feeling light a feather u feel me (also we’re city girls so we hit our weed pens in the private bathroom yes i am dirty and no i will not be takin questions) so i was feeeeeeeling good
 and u know what! the jonas brothers can PLAY ! i was afraid it was gonna be the nick show because i’ll be honest he’s the least interesting to me. but it wasn't, they all went off1! i really wanted to see sophie turner and maybe she was there but i am extremely near sighted and all my friends CLAIMED this woman was her but the woman’s little blurry body did not look like she could be sophie to me i think my friends thought she was still ginger like on game of thrones
anyway i didn’t write this to brag i just was thinking of the good ol time like when the man in the box next to us kept screaming “KEVIN LOOKS LIKE GUMbY” because he was dressed in--i will admit--a gumby green monochromatic look and then my roommates got really horny for kevin and we kept yelling “KEVIN TELL ME WHEN TO CUM” to each other through out the night and during the slow song where they ask you to hold up your phone i held up a pic of 2010 kevin jonas i had a blast and we grinded to love bug that was iconic and they played the bops!! i heard ‘em all and we danced so hard i was sore for days
anyway i dont think anyone read this but i had a nice time so this was nice me, lets do it again sometimes i’m very lucky and i did write the mom a thank u card (but i signed everyone’s name bc im a real one) and she put it on her mantle :)
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Hold Yuh
[Intro: Gyptian and Nicki Minaj] Ohh, ohh, ohh, ahh Oh yeah, ohh, whattup, aiyyo SB [Refrain: Gyptian and Nicki Minaj] Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh Yo Peashead, Tremor, Boozer, Smallz, Spoon Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life This one's for Queens Gal mi waan fi just squeeze yuh, put mi ting right around yuh This one's for Brooklyn, New York City, hahah Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life Young Money,, uhh, rahh [Verse One: Nicki Minaj] Aiyo Gyptian tell dem fi gwaan, eviction Dis one yah it a di bad gal edition See dem gal deh, contradiction Dem seh dem sitten tight, a bare fiction) Di whole a dem a bait Body smokin', cigarette, shape nice, figure-eight Give dem di roller blades, tell dem fi skate Styled on dem Jamaican tip All I do is sign boobs and be takin' pics Got the new Benz the color of bacon bits I got a spot in every state dalmations bitch And it's Young Money, old money, real good money Ain't do a feature that wasn't on Billboard honey (What) Kingston, Rema, Waterhouse, Jungle Barbie mi have nuff gal inna bungle Ahhhh [Refrain: Gyptian] Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest grip mi ever yet seen inna my life Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi ting all around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life [Verse 2: Gyptian] Like a fast bike pon di bike vroom vroom vroom vroom Climb pon di back and she a boom boom boom boom Gimme di mogga one or di fat ku kum kum Mi nuh romp as when mi a time I get my boom boom She deh outta control, a more fire she waan in har soul She seh more pon more and still she groan And still mi multiply more [Refrain: Gyptian] Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen in my life Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life [Verse 3: Gyptian] Like a fast bike pon di bike vroom vroom vroom vroom Climb pon di back and she a boom boom Gimme di magga one or di fat ku kum kum Mi nuh romp as when mi a move to watch my boom She deh outta control, a more fire she waan in har soul She seh more pon more and still she groan And still mi multiply more [Refrain: Gyptian] Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi tings right around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms all around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life Gal mi waan fi just squeeze yuh, put mi ting all around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life Ohh [Verse 4: Gyptian] Mi eye dem dry and mi nuh care, mi tek it anytime anywhere Inna di square, so we nuh care, and as a woman, I will be there Mi waan a girl who will tek care a mi, mi waan a gal dat can wine pon mi Wid it good, and mek mi feel it, show mi dat yuh can girl [Refrain: Gyptian] Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest grip mi ever yet seen inna my life Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi ting all around yuh Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life [Outro: Gyptian] Oh oh oh, oh yeah, whoah Oh oh oh, oh yeah, whoa Hold yuh, around yuh, my life Around yuh, my life
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caithelps · 4 years
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Trip by Jhene Aiko RP Sentence Starters Part 3: (feel free to change name(s), pronouns, etc as needed) Find part 1 here, part 2 here
Triggers: Drugs/pills, alcohol
Never Call Me ft Kurupt:
“Oh, boy, I'ma have to call them boys on you”
“Awe damn, I'ma have to call that man on you”
“Something, something, something must be really wrong with you”
“Why can't you just tell the fuckin' truth now?”
“Yes your mama did, she raised a fool, wow”
“What the fuck did you learn in that schoolhouse?”
“To chase them thrills"
“Takin' pills in the hills, Slauson Hills, Overhills might get you killed”
“Not welcome 'round them parts no more”
“Do not run your mouth no more”
“I can't protect you no more”
“It's out of my hands for sure”
“You should've called me”
“Why you never call me?”
“Okay, now you wanna say all that I’ve done to ya”
“You knew all along that I wasn't the one for you”
“So let's stop pretending like we were in love”
“We never shared anything but the drugs”
“We were both numb, never had anything real between us”
“We really must be smoking that crazy shit, in my city talkin' crazy shit”
“But you ain't know I'm a crazy bitch”
“And tell your lawyer that I ain't paying shit”
“Maybe you should chill, really in your feels”
“My bros really in the field”
“Neighborhood is really real and they don't play that here”
“You shouldn't say that here”
“You should've made it clear, my dear”
“Now hey sis, I'ma let you know like this”
“Hit me right back, this Kurupt, okay?”
“The 60's, we ain't worried bout none of these muthafuckin' bustas”
“Ya understand me?”
“From the Overhill to the fronts to the back mayne”
“We pushin' this line to d'nine”
“So don't worry 'bout none of this shit"
“Don't worry 'bout him callin' you and all the rest of that shit”
“You know what? It's his lost, ya know what I'm sayin'?”
“I heard the homie, the homie called me and was like”
“I'm like "No, not Jhené"
“Né-né, you hit me I got you, you understand me?”
“You're the one, I love you, make sure you hit me back”
“This is your big brother, you hear me?”
“Aye, call me as soon as you get this, you hear me?”
“Don't make me call your mama now, I'll track you down”
Nobody:
“Attention is expensive to pay”
“I can't get by on minimum wage”
“Been dealing with this venomous rage”
“Since I was under the age I've been under the influence of pain”
“And I never needed nobody”
“Never needed no one”
“No, I don't need nobody"
“I don't need no one, shit, I don't need no one”
“Fucking up my chakras again”
“My father is a doctor, I've been talking to him”
“All the shit I'm taking could've got it from him”
“I don't have no patience, prolly got it from him”
“Just a product of him”
“Pop one, pop two, pop three, four pills”
“These things tell me how life should feel”
“Fuck you, it's my free will”
“Please don't tell me to chill” 
“'Cause I don't need nobody”
“No one ever listened, no one called me pretty”
“Grampy called me ‘Penny’, I think I am worthless”
“I don't have a purpose”
“Who am I enough for?”
“Why we always lose what we work for?”
“Why we hurt more?”
“Why we never see my mother cry?”
“She's so tough for us, poor her”
“Grab my purse with my prescriptions in it”
“Tiny bursts of optimism in them”
“I'm reversing my decision to win”
“Take this take this, take this, take”
“Back to '88 when everything was great”
“Then life had just begun”
“It is '89 now, everything is fine now”
“I am only one”
“Wait for the 2008 summer”
“I'ma be a mother, wow”
"2012 summer, it just got tougher”
“I don't have my brother now”
“Take this, take six, take pics, faces, famous”
“Face it, fake shit, pain is faithless”
“Yes, I am aware I am tripping”
“I'm here in this hell that I don't wanna live in”
“I smoke on my own, I drink on my own”
“I know it's wrong”
“To people I know, they just wanna know what's going on”
“I can't tell a soul, no, I can't tell no one”
“Don't need nothing from no one”
“But you're not alone, you got me”
“Look, I know what'll make you feel better”
“Here, try this 
Overstimulated:
“Is this thing on?”
“Reverse effect”
“Don't get it wrong, don't get it twisted”
“Don't mix it up, gotta get lifted”
“You know I'm young, you know I'm gifted”
“I'm on a roll, I'm on a mission”
“I need your light, I need your guidance”
“Already high, I'll be alright, I wanna try it”
“Crushing the line, cutting the line, crossing the line”
“Bumps in the night got me over here overstimulated”
“Crushing the line, cutting the line, crossing the line”
“Bumps in the night got me, got me over here overstimulated”
“Why you never stay for long? You always go so fast”
“Who's gonna hold my hand when I'm crashing”
“Took it without looking now I'm looking up the side effects”
“Pill identifier says that I should be dying next”
“My regrets, oh my regrets”
“Over here overstimulated”
“Let's get one thing clear bitch, I am the greatest”
“You are not my peer, you are overrated”
“Know you mad I made it, know you hate it”
“But I'm in this bitch like”
“And if my heart goes out right now this goes out to you”
“This goes out to you”
“What the fuck did you give me?”
“Oh, no no Chill chill”
“Huh?”
“Are you okay?”
“Did you see that?”
“I don't know what you're talking about”
“Relax, relax”
“Get me out of here
“Why would you do this to me?!”
“Someone give her some water”
Bad Trip:
“I'm having an awful time
“You said you would get me high
“But you took me out my mind way down to the other side”
“On a bad trip”
“Like a child in a womb, with no room to grow”
“In a world I didn't know, I'm confused and cold”
“Now you show me all the things I could never see”
“In a new reality, I cannot believe”
“Bad trip”
“I thought you loved me”
“Someone get me some help”
“You told me you loved me”
“You're a liar, I hate you”
“Where am I?”
“Just calm down”
“Don't touch me”
Oblivion (Creation):
“The world's a fucking mess”
“It's gone to shit”
“I am every bit a part of it”
“I may have started it”
“I try to find a brighter sight”
“An elevated, higher sight”
“It's out of sight”
“Oblivion”
“Wish I would go back”
“I could go back to no one”
“Oblivion, wish I would go back”
“I could go back to nothing”
“My life's a fucking trip”
“It makes me sick”
“I am so jaded and I hate it”
“I'm faking it”
“I try to find a greater shade”
“To be the way”
“To lead the way”
“I need to wait”
“I could go back to nothing”
“There's no lovin' without losin'”
“There's no livin' without bruisin'”
“There's no limit, no delusion”
“Sweet oblivion”
“It's out of sight, out of mind”
“Dear brother”
“Am I still asleep?”
“Last night I saw you”
“And you told me there was coin laundry on the moon”
“I met a boy, he wasn't right for me”
“But now that I'm alone I can hear the spirits talking”
“From the metaphysical to the physical”
“From the inside out”
“Let there be no doubt”
“Sage, means sagacity and intelligence that’s why the indigenous people burned it”
“To bring out the wisdom”
“If you talk to your plants, they will talk to you and they will nourish you”
“Nourish you to a greater creation“
Psilocybin (Love in Full Effect):
“Get it poppin' on this Psilocybin”
“Getting rid of inhibition”
“In a sane asylum”
“I can feel it hit the ceiling”
“When it’s in my body”
“An out of body experience”
“A spirit party”
“Won’t let the day get in the way”
“We’re on a plane to inner space”
“Don’t be afraid, give it away”
“We gotta make a great escape”
“I can do all things”
“By the sunlight”
“What a wonderful life”
“We should do mushrooms by the moonlight”
“What a wonderful ride”
“Right mind, right now”
“Right direction”
“By your side”
“You and I, do or die”
“Who am I?”
“Your reflection”
“Got this Psilocybin in my pocket”
“I am a healing prophet”
“Seeds of promise in my garden”
“I need to harvest often”
“Such a lush experience”
“So mysterious”
“In a sweet delirium”
“No need to rush it”
“I am helping you grow”
“Psychedelics, yes”
“A supreme bright other”
“Can't you see my color?”
“I'm the divine mother”
“Please don't blow my cover”
“Take a ride into paradise”
“Let's go on a journey hidden in the sky”
“Come and take a ride into paradise”
“Open up your heart and let me in”
“I will not let you down”
“Don’t trip, I gotcha”
“Open up your mind and you’ll feel it, the healing”
“Go slowly, go slower”
“No need to rush it”
“Love-lovely feel”
“Now, breathe”
“Breathe through it”
“Be still, be here”
“No fear”
“You are here”
“Breathe, love”
“I'm from Sirius”
“8 light-years away”
“15 trillion miles”
“Without the smiles”
“Let me see you smile”
“Give me 5,200 feet of happiness”
“Now let me see you smile”
“Give me 5,080 feet of happiness”
“Are you living?”
“Or are you just surviving?”
“Are you giving?”
“Let me see love”
“Living on valued energy”
“I got life”
“Love is for happiness”
“Love in full effect”
“I'm from the Universe soul”
“We're all from the Universe soul”
“We're all one”
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livelovesimallways · 5 years
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Sure Thing...Pt. 6 Cont. 
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The ride home from VIP gave me ample time to think before seeing Leah. I realized, that as much as I want to know how she feels about trying to get into another IVF program, forcing her to talk might actually make things worse. If this situation drudged up my regrets and guilt with Trisha’s abortion, there’s no doubt it will have her spiraling and thinking about her past. Even though I need to sort shit out for my peace of mind, the last thing I wanna do is cause her any pain. She never responded to my text, so it’s clear that she isn’t ready. For now, I’ll just be patient and wait until she comes to me. 
As I walked in the house, I saw the first floor lights were on. I figured Leah was in the kitchen, so I headed that way. She was sitting at the counter, clearly waiting for me to get home, looking bothered. Beside her were; Two bottles of premium liquor, their respective shot glasses, and her phone. The fact that she’s drinking alone, something she never does, meant shit is finally getting to her. Although this is not the way I wanted things to go, the serious conversation that’s been looming, was about to happen. 
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"You want a shot?....” She asked, chugging one filled with Hennessy.
“Na, I’m good.” *sits down* “I had enough...” I said, slightly concerned with her drinking.  
“I see you staring Mo...” *takes the other shot* “Don’t worry, this is only my second one. I just needed something to ease my mind, you know?”  
“Yeah...Definitely...”
“I wanted to deal with everything on my own terms, but that’s not possible anymore.” She said, picking up her phone. 
“Look, if it’s the text or my attitude, just ignore that. I was in my head and didn’t think clearly. Whenever you’re ready to talk is fine.” 
“Thank you...” *slightly smiling*
“Of course....” I said, gently grabbing her hand. “You’re my forever...”
“You’re mine too.” *scrolls through her phone* “That’s part of the reason why this is so hard. Nothing you did has me feeling this way. You’re allowed to be hurting or upset. I wanted to come to you earlier, respond to your questions, let you know that I do care but I didn’t know how without...” She paused, with tears coming down her cheeks.
“Baby...It”s okay...” I said, wiping them.
“No, it’s not...Look at this...” *hands him her phone* “I usually ignore anything negative but some of these people are right.”
In response to the picture of me outside the clinic, Leah’s Instagram posts from earlier were flooded with foul ass comments. Shit like “Quit takin pics and worry about your man”, “He should leave your ass, doesn’t seem like you care”, and “Don’t worry girl, I’m sure some fertile ass thot will be poppin up real soon with a side baby. Maybe then you’ll get a clue. The hottest producer in tha game worth 400 mil??? Yeah someone else will secure that bag just like his daddy.” ran up and down her posts. After reading that last comment, I put the phone down. I was disgusted as fuck and wanted her to know that anything these mothafuckas said wasn’t true.
“Baby, these people are trollin. They have nothing better to do than mess with your head. You don’t have to worry about shit, okay?”
“I know that, Mo...It’s just...When I saw that picture they were referring to...” *shakes her head* “You looked sad as hell. I’ve never seen you so disappointed. That was real and the only truth in their comments. I left you hangin...I promise that will never happen again.” *wipes tears*  “I’m so sorry, Mo...for everything.”  She said, balling, trying to catch her breath.  
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"I’m sorry that I made you think things were going better than they were...That I can’t...” 
“Aye...” I said, abruptly cutting her off. “What did I tell you about apologizing for shit out of our control, hunh?” *wipes her face* “The only thing you need to apologize for is using two new bottles of liquor when there are open ones in my cabinet.” *laughs*
“You know what?” *smiling* “I didn’t even think to look there. I don’t do this very often, okay?”
“Yeah, I see. You done grabbed my premium shit...Mixin light and dark, about to be sick as hell.” I said as we both laughed. “Look, why don’t we go upstairs and get some sleep. It’s been a very long day.”
“Who are you tellin?” She asked, shaking her head as we got up. “Before we go upstairs though, I wanna talk about starting another program.”
“Okay.”   
“I know you want to start asap but I need more time. This shit hurts so bad, Mo, I can’t go through it again right now.” She said, tearing up.
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"That’s fine baby...Take all the time you need. My main concern is you, nothing else.” I said, kissing her forehead, nose then lips. 
We went upstairs and talked some more before we both finally fell asleep. To avoid any drama, I told her about the situation with Trisha. She was fine with the apology but as expected gave me a mean side-eye for the other shit that went down. Now that we’ve cleared up everything and put it all out on the table, so to speak, the only thing left to do is move forward. Words can’t describe how relieved I am that she’s willing to give IVF another shot. Even if it doesn’t work, there’s alot to look towards in the future...Some things sooner than others ;-). 
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2.07 Masquerade (part I)
There’s a lot of plotty-nonsense in this episode, so let’s consider the alternate title for this recap “The Vampire Diaries, and How To Have a Satisfying Arc Finale, Unlike Other Shows I Could Name (I’m Looking At You, Teen Wolf)”.
The episode begins in the Salvatore living room, where Caroline relates to Stefan the message Katherine asked her to deliver (she already told Damon, because he was the only person home when she got there, and at this point in the narrative they’re still lowkey friends, he gave her a drink to calm her nerves and everything): “Tell Damon and Stefan that I want the moonstone, and I will rip this town apart until it rains blood.  Tonight, at the masquerade ball.”  “Killing Mason threw her off guard,” Stefan says.  “She’s running scared, what she did to Jenna was desperate, she’s out of tricks,” Damon says.  “Can’t we just give her the moonstone so she’ll leave?” Caroline asks.  “No,” Damon says, indignant, “Katherine’s not getting dick.  I’ve had it. I’m gonna go to the masquerade ball, and I’m gonna kill her, tonight.”  “You’re not gonna kill her,” Stefan says.  Damon points at him, says, “Don’t give me that goody-goody crap.”  “You’re not gonna kill her,” Stefan repeats.  “Oh, really,” Damon says.  “Because I am,” Stefan says.
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Meanwhile, Elena, Jeremy, and Matt are bringing Jenna home from the hospital.  “You don’t wanna rip your stitches, hemorrhage, and die,” Jeremy says, helpfully.  “The only thing I’m going to die of is embarrassment,” Jenna says.  “I walked into a knife, how does somebody do that?” “It was a freak accident,” Elena says, nervously. “It happens,” Jeremy adds. “Yeah,” says Matt, deadpan, “I’ve done it like twenty times at the Grille.” Everyone laughs.  “Yeah, I’m being nice,” Matt admits, and gently deposits Jenna on the sofa.
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Matt is a good, good boy, and Jenna is an angel. “What are we going to do about Katherine?” Jeremy hisses to Elena in the next room.  “She tried to kill Jenna, we can’t let her get away with that.”  “Yes, we can,” Elena says.  “If it keeps us safe then we can.  Katherine hurt Jenna because I wasn’t doing what she said. Well, I am now.  Me and Stefan are over, she wins.  The end.”  “You’re being naïve and you know it,” Jeremy tells her, and backs out of the room.  “Where are you going?” Elena asks him.  “Out,” he says, calling to Jenna, “I’ll be back!” This is a weirdly good episode for Jeremy.  He’s mature and fairly sensible for basically the whole thing.
Katherine has been shopping, and her kindly landlady Miss Flowers helps her carry her bags up to her room.  Katherine’s friend Lucy is waiting for her there; we learn Lucy is a witch, Katherine wants her to come to the masquerade with her, and Lucy is dubiously free in this matter.  Everybody has now said “masquerade ball, tonight” approximately a million times.  Katherine straightens her hair and complains that she has to impersonate “dull-as-dishwater” Elena, who has no taste.  “Except in men,” Lucy says.  The early seasons of this show are hilarious because all the side characters are always like “ooooh those Salvatores are so sexy and impressive”, whereas by the end of the show side characters are more like “oh no, it’s those pretty-boy guys who famously bring chaos wherever they go”.    
Bonnie arrives at the Salvatore house, having rushed over with her grimoire.  “I got Stefan’s message,” she tells Caroline, and stops short when she sees Damon and Alaric pal-ing it out over a pile of weapons. “What’s going on?” she asks.  “We’re gonna kill Katherine,” Jeremy says, walking by her looking tough.  He pauses to give her a weird once-over, and wanders off to join the bro-fest.  “I can explain,” Stefan says.  “Please,” Bonnie says expectantly.
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“We’re…gonna kill Katherine,” Stefan admits.  “I know you love Elena and you wanna be with her, but it’s risky, too many people could get hurt!” Bonnie argues.  “Look, I want Elena back, yes, but it’s more than that,” Stefan says. “What Katherine did to Jenna, it crossed the line, she has to be stopped before it happens again.”  Bonnie agrees to do a spell trapping Katherine, isolated away from the rest of the party, like the spell at the tomb.
Elena invites Matt to hang out with her, Jenna, and Alaric for pizza and bad tv; he says he’s going to the Lockwood masquerade party, there’s something he has to do there that he can’t talk about.  “Well, have fun,” says Elena.  “Yeah, me in a suit?” Matt says, self-deprecating.  “You look good in a suit,” Elena tells him. He smiles at her, soft, and says, “You and Stefan will work it out.”  “Um, I don’t think so,” Elena says in a small voice.  “There’s so much about me and Stefan that would never work.”  Matt steps closer, tells her, “You know I’m here for you always.”
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He’s really over her, and he really, really still loves her.  Matt is a hero among men.
The war council at the Salvatores’ continues.
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Damon is posing; google earth, always takin’ pics.  “Are you sure you don’t want me there tonight?” Alaric asks the assembled strike team.  “No, I need you to stay with Elena, I don’t want her to know about this,” Stefan instructs.  Jeremy looks at the floor; he knows how it feels to be kept in the dark, and he isn’t a fan of it, but he says nothing.  “Alright, if anyone wants to back out, I’ll understand,” Stefan says. “Yeah, cold feet, speak now,” Damon says, “I don’t want this going wrong because someone chickens out – Caroline.”  “I won’t,” Caroline says, firm. “She killed me! Fair’s fair.”  “Bonnie?” asks Stefan. “You with us?”  Bonnie nods, shakily.  “But no one gets hurt,” she says.  “Except Katherine!” Damon adds. “Tonight Katherine gets a stake through her heart.” Everyone gets an individual Dramatic Closeup.  Except Alaric.  His part in the plan, eating pizza and watching tv with his girlfriend, isn’t important enough to merit a closeup.
Katherine and Lucy arrive at the party, and Katherine runs into Matt.  “You really are hot in a suit,” she tells him.  He grins bashfully, and then she asks him to repeat his compelled instructions: “I’m going to get Tyler Lockwood really drunk, I’m gonna start a fight with him, and then I’m going to beat him until he snaps.  I won’t stop until he kills me.”  “God, you’re hot,” Katherine says.  “Now go away.”  “Thank you,” Matt says, polite as always.
Damon does a weird little dance down the stairs to meet up with his brother.
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It’s ridiculous, and hilarious, and totally in-character for what Damon would be doing a few minutes before killing the once-love-of-his-life, and it might be the best part of this whole episode, which is excellent from start to finish.  “See her?” he asks.  “Nope,” Stefan says, shortly.  He’s not in a dancing mood (but then, when is he ever).  “Sure you can do this?” Stefan asks.  “Pssh,” Damon answers. “Who are you talking to?”  “Well, I had the chance to kill her and I hesitated,” Stefan says. “Well, that is the fork in the road between you and me, my friend,” says Damon, attempting to look dangerous in his butterfly mask, “I don’t hesitate.”  “You spent a hundred and forty-five years loving her,” Stefan points out, “it could happen.”  “I won’t hesitate,” Damon repeats.
Matt feeds Tyler shots, they’re hanging out with those two girls who are always hanging around and whose names I can never remember.  
Bonnie and Jeremy stake out a convenient room in the upstairs of the mansion – I say “stake out” because Jeremy is hiding wooden stakes all around it, and I’m hilarious.  “Can you do all the stuff that’s in there?” Jeremy asks, looking at the grimoire.  “I mean, it takes practice,” Bonnie answers. “I’ve worked on some small spells, spells that only do good, but I don’t wanna know too much.  I don’t particularly enjoy any of this, in case you haven’t noticed.”  “But you’re one hundred percent witch, that is so cool,” Jeremy says.  “It’s anything but cool,” Bonnie says. “It never ends well for people like me.”  “If you feel that way, why help?” Jeremy asks. “Because I don’t want anyone else getting hurt,” Bonnie answers. “And I don’t know how to stay out of it.”
“I feel like an invalid,” Jenna whines, as Elena fetches her mug from the coffee table a foot away.  “That’s because you are an invalid,” Elena tells her.  “Where’s Jeremy, isn’t he hungry?”  “He already left, for the Lockwood party,” Jenna says.  “He went to that?” Elena says, spidey-senses tingling.  “I’m glad,” Jenna says, oblivious, “he needs to have more fun, lose some of that emo-thing.” Elena confronts Alaric, whose cover story falls apart immediately because he concedes that everyone is at the party, and too many people in Elena’s immediate group of friends would only attend a party if there were a violent plot involved.  
Bonnie and Jeremy reenter the party, she asks, “Do you feel that?”  “What’s the matter, are you cold?” Jeremy asks, placing a hand on her back and practically vibrating with the hope that he’ll get to give her his suit jacket.  “No,” she says, and goes over to tap Lucy on the shoulder.  Lucy says no, they don’t know each other, and wanders off.  “I just got a weird vibe,” Bonnie tells Jeremy, “let’s go find Damon.” Because Damon is the king of weird vibes.
Stefan scans the party for Katherine; Digital Daggers’ “Head Over Heels” starts to play.  It’s eery and wonderful.  Katherine appears behind Stefan, says, “Dance with me.”  He turns to look at her, that particular, almost playfully dangerous glint in his eye that only comes out around her.
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“No,” he says.  “Fine,” she says, bored. “Then tell me who I should kill.  Him?  Or…mmm, she looks delicious.”  Stefan rolls his eyes, smiles, and offers her his arm, and leads her to the dance floor. It’s difficult to say which of them looks more smug.  “It’s a beautiful night,” Katherine coos in her Elena impression.  Stefan chuckles ominously, asks, “Why the charade?”  “How’s Jenna?” Katherine asks.  “I certainly didn’t expect her to survive that.  Lucky girl.  Clumsy.  How does one stab oneself?”  “Katherine?” Stefan says.  “Hmm?”  “I don’t want anyone to get hurt tonight.”  “Okay,” she says, reasonably, “then give me the moonstone and nobody will.”  “Well, see, I don’t have the moonstone on me,” Stefan says, oh-so-smoothly, “so you and I will have to go get it together.”  “I have a better plan,” Katherine says, impatiently. “You go fetch it, and I will try not to kill anyone in the meantime.”  “My way, or you don’t get it,” Stefan says.  One of the girls whose name I can’t remember comes over and asks Stefan if he’s seen Matt, and compliments “Elena”’s dress.  Katherine pretends she’s going to fix a twist in the girls necklace, and instead breaks her back.  “Paralyzed from the waist down,” she says, matter of fact, “and – dead.”  Stefan catches the body, shocked.  “The moonstone, Stefan,” Katherine says. “Tick tock.”  Side note: remember how in Miss Mystic Falls they shot Elena and Stefan’s dance scene in alternate individual closeups, and the Damon and Elena dance scene with both of their faces in frame simultaneously?  Both Katherine and Stefan are in frame the entire dance.  
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Make of that what you will. 
Elena sneaks out; Alaric is a terrible bodyguard. 
Stefan starts to spiral, and says collateral damage like whats-her-name (I’m so sorry) is why they should call the whole thing off.  “Now who’s hesitating?” Damon says harshly.  “Hey, this woman ruined our lives, she destroyed us.  Tonight it ends.”  He takes Stefan’s shoulders, looks at him intently.
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“We can do it together,” Damon says quietly. “I got your back.  Alright?” “Alright,” Stefan says.  It’s so big brother-little brother it hurts.
“So can you do a hocus-pocus to ace a test?” Jeremy asks Bonnie, twirling his cell phone and waiting for his cue.  “I don’t know that spell,” Bonnie says.  “That’d be like the first one I’d learn,” Jeremy says, “or maybe like a sex spell or something, I don’t know.”  Bonnie is quietly alarmed at this turn in the conversation.  “You wanna dance or something while we’re waiting?” Jeremy continues.  “No,” says Bonnie, laughing.
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“I mean…no thank you,” Bonnie amends. Jeremy gets the text from Damon he’s been waiting for, and strides off.
Lucy finds Katherine and complains that there’s another witch involved.  “No one was supposed to know I was involved, this changes things,” she says.  “This changes nothing,” Katherine says. “You’re here because you owe your dear friend a favor. You wouldn’t wanna lose my friendship, now would you?”  “Elena?” says Jeremy, coming over.  “Could I talk to my sister?” he asks Lucy, politely.  Lucy wanders off.  “What is it, Jeremy?” Katherine says, Elena-bright.  “I have a message from Stefan,” Jeremy says. “He and Damon want you to meet them at the edge of the lake by the woods; they brought the moonstone.”  “And why are you their little messenger?” Katherine says derisively.  Jeremy grins, says, “Because they know I’m not afraid of you.”  “Oh, you Gilbert men.  So courageous,” says Katherine, mocking. “How’s John, by the way? Were they able to sew his fingers back on?”  She and Jeremy part, Jeremy texts Caroline “your turn” and promptly gets pulled into the bushes by his actual sister.
In the party, Caroline and Matt exchange longing looks while the band in the soundtrack wails “I understand if you’re afraid, but people change”.
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It’s very affecting, but then Matt follows his drinking buddies back into the late mayor’s office, and Caroline has her own part to play. She goes off on her own and is promptly cornered by Katherine, who slams her against a wall and asks her what’s going on.  “I don’t know,” Caroline says, weakly, “nothing.”  “Don’t lie to me, Caroline,” Katherine says, grabbing her by the throat, “they’re up to something, what is it?” “I –” Caroline says; Katherine squeezes, and something in her neck cracks.  “Wait, no no no,” Caroline pleads, then admits: “They’re trying to kill you.”  “I figured as much,” Katherine says, “where’s the moonstone?”  “Bonnie has it,” Caroline says, sounding defeated.  “And where is Bonnie right now?” Katherine asks, imitating her voice. “I don’t know,” Caroline snaps. Katherine picks her up by the neck again, Caroline breaks: “She’s upstairs!” 
“You guys are trying to kill her here?” Elena says, disbelieving.  “We saw an opportunity and we knew we had to take it,” says Jeremy, who is clearly feeling like James Bond in his suit.  “Okay, stop with the ‘we’,” Elena says. “Are you guys crazy, you’re going to get yourselves killed!”  “We know what we’re doing, Elena,” Bonnie assures her.  “And how am I supposed to feel if one of you guys gets hurt because of me?” Elena asks.  “It’s not just you, Elena,” Jeremy says, coolly. “She’s messed with all of us, she needs to be stopped.”  Bonnie nods. My one and only complaint with this episode is that Bonnie is in this short little scene – she doesn’t contribute anything to the conversation, and her presence ruins the suspense for what’s going on with Caroline.
“Why are you dragging me into this, I don’t want any part of it!” Caroline sobs as Katherine pulls her through the upstairs hallway.  “Shut up,” Katherine says. “Which room is it?”  Caroline sniffs, says miserably, “It’s that one.”  Katherine kicks her way through the double doors and says, “Where is she?” There’s a giggle behind her; she turns back around.  Caroline is beaming.  “I did it!” she says.  “I didn’t think I’d be able to fool…you, but…I did it.”  Katherine lunges at her, but is trapped in the doorway.  “What the?”
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“Stefan,” Katherine says, and turns around.  “Hello, Katherine,” says Stefan, tauntingly.  “Goodbye, Katherine,” says Caroline more tauntingly, gives her a wiggly-fingered wave, and saunters off.  Go Caroline!! Stefan twirls his stake; Katherine says, “You don’t really think you can kill me with that?”  “No,” Stefan says, watching Damon emerge from the closet behind her with Alaric’s compressed-air stake gun, “but he can.”  
Damon shoots Katherine in the back, and out on the lawn, Elena screams. Stefan lunges for Katherine and catches her in the arm; Elena’s arm starts to bleed.  “Jeremy, it’s Katherine, she’s linked to Katherine!” Bonnie realizes. “Get them to stop!”  The best freaking vampire fight this show has ever seen continues – seriously, they upped the fight choreography so much for this episode and I love them for it.  Stefan throws a stake at Katherine, she whirls and it hits the wall behind her; he throws another, she catches it and throws it back at him.  There’s a horrible moment when Katherine’s gripping Damon’s arm and forcing his own stake toward his heart before Stefan grabs her from behind and throws them both onto the floor.
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I haven’t seen the finale but I’m pretty sure it ends just like this??  Damon lunges.
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Jeremy runs into the doorway and shouts, “Stop! You’re hurting Elena!  Everything you’re doing to her is hurting Elena.”  (This line will forever make me think of this spectacular fic.)  Damon’s face crumples.
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He did hesitate - but not because he loves Katherine.
“You think you’re the only ones with a witch on your side?” Katherine says, getting up. “Wrong.  And something tells me my witch is better than your witch.”  Stefan sends Jeremy to check on Elena.  “Let’s make sure poor Elena’s okay,” Katherine complains, and cuts her own palm open with a stake.  Stefan smacks it out of her hand.  “Bonnie, it hurts,” Elena says.  “I can’t break the spell, Elena, but I can try to take some of the pain away,” Bonnie says, and begins chanting.  (I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: the fact that tvd witches have apparently no spells for healing is the most bullshit plot contrivance ever – healing is totally coherent with the whole “looking after the balance” thing witches are supposedly called to do, and the only reason healing spells don’t exist is because then nobody would ever have to drink vampire blood and nobody would ever accidentally become a vampire.)  Katherine finds another stake, goes to stab herself in the stomach.  “Wait!” growls Damon.
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“Okay,” she says, taking a seat and crossing her legs dramatically. “How ‘bout that moonstone?”
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finally rested up from the nonstop con run, so here’s my pictures!!!
con highlights:
-guy on the street serenaded me with the spiderman theme on his ukulele in Chinatown (a real tobey maguire throwback)
-tiny captain phasma (girl was INTO IT, she was like 4 but Mighty and Terrifying)
-SO many little kids just staring up into my face like :0 and then whispering (or yelling) “hi spiderman” 
-one dad of those little boys asked me where I got my costume (he actually approached me while I was sitting down and I was rlly happy abt it bc ppl don’t usually do that!!!), and true to peter parker I got to say “I made it myself!!!” so ty random dad for validating me, and I hope ur little guy gets his costume made for next yr!!!
-one kid looked me in the eye, deadly serious, and flipped me the spidey sign and I honestly dont know if it was a threat or a gesture of solidarity. Kudos, kid, I’m very scared of you.
-I saw a kid dressed up as miles morales and I gotta be honest I was rlly hoping he or his dad would ask to take a pic w me bc his costume was Spot On, but I didn’t wanna ask kids for pictures in case they were shy
-one little boy had the plastic mask and silly string webshooters and his dad lifted him up so he could see me and he waved v slowly cause he was lookin at a Full Size Spidey and it was rlly wholesome that dad was So Pumped to see me.
-one kid just fuckin LOST IT when he saw me, like straight up staring at me In Awe, and I’m ngl, that really made my Whole Life, I felt like I rlly was spiderman
-EVERY Deadpool I ran into was nothing but cool and respectful, and I was honestly a little nervous going in, so thanks to all of you who managed to stay in character and not cross the line cause u did a Stellar Job 
-there was this one Thor and he was there all three days I was and I stg he always had a little plastic beer cup in his hand and I saw him drinking it but it was always full???? 
-I yelled “mr. stark!!!!” Every Time I saw an iron man cosplay to get their attention for a picture (I hope they were amused, I rlly tried)
-spEAKING OF IRON MAN that first guys costume was the Coolest Shit I Have Ever Seen In My Life, his mask flipped up like on command??? mr stark??? hook me up blease??!!
-I had the Actual Backpack and no one commented on it but it made my whole experience 2000 times better
-got to ride public transit in a full spiderman costume???? wow 11/10 experience 
-saw a J Jonah Jamesson and when he saw me he just yelled “MENACE!!!!”
-a guy dressed as green goblin saw me and said (in the low scary voice and eveyrthing) ““really??? you know no one like spiderman!” and I was cackling
-got to see the lotr panel???? so wild
-also the last quarter of the justice league panel, Ezra miller and ray fisher are both Delights
-flipped off some protestors from the west boro Baptist church (only after they verbally attacked my family personally, which was super gross and I hope they fall off the Ben Franklin bridge!!!) but it was rlly a freeing experience flipping them off in full spidey costume 
-A LIVE BAND PLAYING THE GOTG SOUNDTRACK WHEN WE WALKED IN ON FRIDAY????
-and oh my god the parade-like line on Saturday, that was amazing
-a dumbish thing, but no one looked at me and said “:0 spidergirl!!!” Like everyone called me spider m a n, they rlly knew I was tryna b peter parker and it felt good ngl
-this one girl filming on the balcony above the escalator (I genuinely didn’t notice she was waving at me for a long time but it made my Entire Day when I realized she was???? @mystery girl where r u hmu w that vid) was So Happy to see me??? wow. 
-oh and every now and then??? ppl just Snappin Pics. Not even asking to take a picture w me, just takin em, I Love It I hope I get to see some of them online sometime 
-oh and I Love when I was an absolute moron and ppl had to ask me like 4 separate times for a picture bc I had No peripheral vision and two layers of fabric over my ears (every time I told my family to wait up they just said “lol use ur spidey senses” and Id be more mad if it wasn’t so funny)
-wildly, i was actually one of the Only girls I saw dressed up as spiderman, and it kinda made me feel good for no reason??? Especially since no one treated me differently than the boys dressed up as spidey idk. (that being said, every girl I saw dressed up as spidey added 10 yrs to my lifespan)
-saw a star Lord carrying a sign that just said “sorry guys”, and the other side said “justice for Gamora” and I’m fuckin dhdndns
-every friend group dressed as the guardians really made my Whole Day
-group of four guys dressed up as the anchormen, all walking in formation. I tried to get a picture w them but I stg they just fucking disappeared after passing behind a pillar and I never saw them again
-I probably actually seemed a lot like peter parker to everyone because I just started jumping up and down and gasping every time I saw a Single Avenger, I was really just losing my fucking mind
-dressing up as your favorite superhero really does improve ur quality of life
-not a highlight but For Real If u dress up as spiderman I’m begging you to drink water and take off the damn mask when you can bc holy shit I went home after each day and just Died Immediately, please take care of urself lol
-if you recognize me and have pic PLEASE tag me in them, I’m a hoe and love seeing myself lmao (and if you see yourself, hmu and I’ll tag you in the post if you want!!!)
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Sorry if you've answered this already but based on the current trajectory/pieces on the board and your own awesome ideas on the show -- if you were in charge, what would S14 look like/be about?
Hello. I have a question, and it may seem weird. But is it confirmed that Jensen’s new character is Dean possessed by something? or does everyone just assume that? Because Judging on the pictures we’ve seen of him as the new character, his outfit is pretty ‘old timey,’ you’d think if he was possessed that whoever/whatever possessing him would just wear whatever Dean is wearing at the time right? Or am I wrong and looking too much into it?            
Hey there!
I’ll tackle these asks together as well if you don’t mind. :)
I’m sorry for only replying so late and also only with this short reply, but I am truly so short on time due to traveling for work atm that in my days off I just have so much other stuff to do and plan prior JIB that I simply can’t be online as much atm. So sorry again! *hugs*
Given the latest episode I personally think that we will likely end this season on a mixture of endings such as in S8 and S9. I get the feeling that possibly none of the main characters will actually end the season in the same place, but will each face their respective “all goes to hell”-moment. And with that I don’t mean they are in different universes, but they’ll be split up and each of them focused on a different obstacle. And I also kind of think that the Apocalypse World thing may not be resolved this season.
But to make it a bit easier, I’ll give you some things I could imagine happening in S14 or the end of S13 that takes us over to S14 and that being things I’d pick to explore if I was to be part of the writing team.
Judging from official descriptions it seems that in 13x21 the Winchesters may enter Apocalypse World once more and trying to bring Mary and Jack back. From spoilers we know however that won’t go as smoothly as expected because Mary seems to see that world as her form of purgatory and doesn’t want to go back. Futhermore in 22 apparently they plan on saving lots of innocents which I suppose could mean they will try to bring all of the resistence over to the normal SPN world including Kevin, Bobby, etc.. At the same time it seems Rowena is dealing with Lucifer in some way as the official description for 13x22 says that Rowena’s interaction with Lucifer will have an effect on the outcome of the journey for one of our heroes. Now question is does journey mean the journey to the other world or their story in a broader sense? In any case the hook line is called “hitching a ride” which at the very least feels ominously alluding to possession or something like Dean carrying Benny out of purgatory in his arm. That said based on these infos I could imagine that
a) Lucifer may be wounded ot even dead after his confrontation with Rowena, which is the reason for
b) the last bits of his power keeping Heaven stable enough (where was he btw? because he seemed to not have been in Heaven since the whole low on bettary thing and lights flickering wasn’t a thing when he was around) are gone and Heaven would fall and that leading to
c) all souls kept in Heaven crashing to earth and causing chaos - and the show using a parallel to how it was in S9 with the angels that possibly some of those ghosts, because they are unable to deal with this opt for possession.
d) the falling souls thing would be of course another perfect possibility to bring back deceased characters (this is also where I could imagine the show truly got JDM for some short scene as John), but much more than that truly re-arrange the whole natural order (and with that also give Death a whole lot more trouble), because
e) with Heaven falling and apparently Hell being run by no one, I think they could really let a few big bads come out to play from Hell.
f) Furthermore Heaven falling and God remaining absent and Jake possibly also staying back in the AU would make for a blank in power structure that so far jas been filed by everything christian belief/lore and in that regard Gabriel going after demigods of other cultures and beliefs feels important, because those smaller religions, etc. could be filling that blank space.
And that brings me to the main characters and what may be in store for them. The least ideas I have for Sam’s story tbh, but I think whatever it will be it will be tied to Rowena and witchcraft (possibly even his psychic abilities coming back or his demon blood addiction playing a role again) since for seasons the show has been framing Sam with witchcraft in particular and with Rowena as well.
Cas I could imagine is either the one to finally remember there exists another archangel in their universe that they may try and contact and in so far could be trying to rise Michael from the cage in a desperate attempt or could even go as  far as tyring to reach back to the Empty and get that place’s entity to allow more angels to return. In any case they will make this angels dying out thing a very personal journey for Cas I assume.
And last but not least there is Dean and that is probably who everybody is thinking about most and while the show has been alluding to Michael!Dean or Death!/Reaper!Dean or more generally Dean dying quite heavily I think it will be none of that or at the very least in the shape we have come to know.
As I have said before on this topic of spoilery pics from set and that Jensen posted himself, the vibe I am getting is that whoever Jensen plays is something/someone that hasn’t been walking earth in a long time or never (really, their “it’s someone from a while back” could just be distraction). Just look wise I fangirled over the outfit because as a massive Peaky Blinders fan it reminded me a great deal of those costumes, but moreover reminded me also of “Baron Samedi” (who could fit the bill of someone from way back and something related to Death).
At the moment I think that what- or whoever Jensen will play (and of course they could truly just opt for a doppelgänger plot with Hevane falling and possibly different world collapsing someone looking like Dean but not being Dean could pop up, but I think this is a more unlikely possibility) is a creture/character that only comes into being due to the situation and blanks left by Heaven going out of business and there needing to be someone to “guide those souls” to their new resting place. If they wanted to they could perfectly use  Baron Samedi like figure here to do that. Now question is why that creature would look like Dean but dress differently or would chose Dean as his vessel. I have no good explanation or idea, but it could be the Billie as Death knows Dean’s expertise in that regard and knows something will come - she was very interested truly about what would happen if Sam died (you could even argue that Sam getting hurt/death could have brought about the chnge in Dean Billie is after - again I don’t think Billie will survive this season) - and that Dean would be the right one for the job. More generally I think Dean is in a mindset where he would make a deal - even possession of some sort - if it meant they could save the world. Also, reapers are supposedly a league of angels, couldn’t they possibly be “promoted” to angels and power Heaven and therefore someon who has worked as a reaper before filling their place? Anyway...
So to answer your first anons questions (and this really just a brief collection of ideas I have, I could also imagine Cas trying to get some angels from AU to this world for example, but there are so many ideas but I can’t get them in order or at least can see them work on their own but nor woven together, so I left those out)
All that said if I had to take over from here on out, I would work with Heaven falling and the aftermath of that and explore that. Likewise one would also have to take a look at the state of Hell, because who runs that atm? I’d stick to this main thing and would work everything around that in terms of personal arcs and would chuck the million tiny stories Dabb opens up with each new episode without resolving or truly takin time to develop them.
And now to the second ask. No, I don’t think it was said anywhere that Dean will get possessed. It is just based on allusions throughout the season one could think that was foreshadowing, but also it would be the easiest explanation and the current staff seems to go with the most obvious options. But no, in general it could be someone who looks like Dean or appears in his shape, but is not possessing Dean. If Jensen playing someone else than Dean and Dean disappearing would be a dead serious confirmation imo that this mini arc won’t last longer than 3 episodes or 4 at most, because the show simply cannot function without Dean as Dean, because Dean builds the emotional core and serves as the narrartor of the show, so if he isn’t there, the show lacks it’s heart and soul. That is not to say Sam isn’t important or that Cas isn’t, but I am saying this without any maliciousness involved, the show can function and has shown to function when they are not around as Cas or Sam (see all the times we had Not!Sam or Not!Cas), but that would not be the case with Dean. He is the stepping stone and core of it all holding it together, so... I’d be surprised if the show went with Dean not being Dean for much longer.
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