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sentientcave · 2 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY - 141 Paranormal Investigators

BEST TIME OF THE YEAR EVERY WEEK. WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE Had this silly idea for a fic where the lads are like, youtube ghost/monster hunters who get accidentally stranded in a weird American town. I haven't been working on it very much because I really want to get Impound done next but this is such a fun concept I really want to revisit it soon.

I have a lot more plotted out for it than I do for Impound but I'm not really a planner so who knows what I'll keep and what I'll toss. But feel free to ask me about it if you've got questions! I went on about this with everyone's favourite black cat, Morg, for like a full afternoon so I have a lot to say.

“— And while we didn’t find any sign of hauntings in this forgotten corner of Washington state, we did get to see some truly facinating peices of America’s history during the Gold Rush.” “Thanks for watching! Don’t forget to like and subscribe, and follow us here and here for more updates on our Great American Roadtrip!”

“Not bad, Si,” Gaz said, closing the laptop with a satisfied snap. “Once we get to the motel we can upload it.” “Do ye always have to use such unflatterin’ shots of me?” Johnny asked, pouting a little in the backseat next to Gaz. “I didnae do all that much yellin’, but from tha’ ye’d think it was all I was ever doin’.” “I’m jus’ givin’ the people what they want, Johnny,” Simon said, eyes laughing. “And it’s you wet, shirtless, scratched up and screamin’ bloody murder.” “I wasnae screamin’,” Johnny protested, running a hand over his shaggy mohawk. “I was just expressin’ myself.” “Loudly,” Gaz added, helpful as ever. “And in a very high frequency.” “Awa’ an’ bile yer heid, ye fuckin’ roaster. I wasnae screamin’.” “Sounded like screamin’ to me,” Price said, giving the two younger men in the backseat a stern look through the rearview mirror. “Now settle down. I’m not listenin’ to six more hours of this.” “Might be more’n tha’,” Johnny said, leaning forward, hooking a brawny arm over Simon’s shoulder, blue eyes scouting the valley below as they crested another bump in the road. “Traffic ahead. S’never a good sign when there’s vehicles lined up in the mountains.” “Bloody hell,” Price grumbled. “Why’s this country got to be so fuckin’ big?” “Where’s that bloody map?” Simon asked, yanking the glove box open. “Maybe there’s a way around.” “Might no’ be a good idea,” Johnny said uneasily. “We could get lost easy.” “You want to sit in fuckin’ inchin’ traffic for twelve hours?” Simon asked. “There’s a road off here—” He held up the map and jabbed his finger on a side road off the main highway. “Just before that bloody mess. It’ll be on the left— Take us up and around, looks like.” “Why is no one else takin’ it then?” Johnny asked, voice gaining the extra burr it always did preceding an increase in volume. He wasn’t shouting yet, but all three of the others knew the signs to look out for. “No one uses physical maps anymore,” Gaz said soothingly. “Maybe it got unlisted. Private road? If someone stops us we can always turn around.” “I’m takin’ it,” Price grunted, turning off of the paved asphalt road and onto the narrower gravel one. “I’d rather be movin’, at least. If I wanted to sit in traffic I’d drive around London.” “Oh suit yerselves.” Johnny pushed himself back into his seat and crossed his arms. “Don’t listen to the fella that actually grew up around anythin’ bigger than a hill. Noo, wouldnae wan’ ta do tha’.” “Relax, Soap.” Price used his stern teaching voice, the one that could command a rowdy hall of college students (most of whom only took his class because they thought it would be an easy credit) to be quiet and pay attention. “If we get lost you’ll get to gloat about bein’ right, how about that?” “Rather no’ get lost, but Ah suppose it’ll do.”

#Wip Wednesday #Cave Writing #141 Paranormal Investigators #I just love getting a little silly with it

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designedparadigm · 3 months

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"I'd rip myself apart if it meant loving you." / @voicestm

you might just end up that way, johnny. choose someone better than me. you deserve so much fucking better than me.

"wouldn't le' you." the words come out different from his muddled thoughts, grabbing johnny and pulling him close, holding him tightly in his arms. "you are 'oldin' me together. wouldn't le' a fuckin' thing 'appen t' you. would 'ave t' drag me away fuckin' screamin' before i le' somethin' like tha' 'appen."

you deserve better but god forbid i tell you that. god forbid i let someone like you go. you have to fogive me for being so fucking selfish, johnny. but you're mine. i've told you to leave, i've pushed you away - yet you're still here. you insist. and now...

"i'm never lettin' you go." it's muttered, as simon holds johnny tighter. "nothin's gonna fuckin' 'appen 'cause i won' fuckin' le' anythin' 'appen. so don't talk like tha'. no' in fron' a' me. copy?"

#voicestm #answered #in / simon ghost riley #verse / modern warfare

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downrightembarassing · 2 years

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Quickie

Aka Yondu doesn’t know what a quickie is.

More self-indulgent PWP, F/M, reader insert. Nothing safe under the cut.

You lay in bed, completely spread out. Sweat is cooling across your body and running through your hair as small tremors start at your toes and run in waves up your body. Your breathing had finally started to even out, but you still feel the soreness in your throat from his cock and the sounds he pulled out of you. You can feel the marks on your chest from his mouth, and the bruises from his fingers on your hips. Your sex is still pulsing slightly, every pump of blood felt magnified. It is all you can do to lie there and enjoy the sensations associated with his particular brand of fucking.

Yondu is in his bathroom. He is wiping the mingled sweat and sticky remnants of this nights adventures off himself, before bringing in a damp warm rag and gently cleaning your thighs and well used sex. You groan softly and he chuckles above you before discarding the rag and rolling into bed.

You’d lost count of how many times he’d brought you to climax. Every time he brings you to his quarters the experience lasts for hours, leaving you satisfied in a way you’ve never been before. But…damn…it’s intense.

As he settled into bed next to you, pulling up the furs, you groan again. He laughs as he snakes an arm around you and pulls your back against his chest. As he fondles your nipple you curl deeper into his embrace.

“I’d ask how it was doll, but tha way ya was screamin’ mah name tells me all I need ta know.”

You can hear the smugness in his voice and smile at it. “You sound pretty fuckin’ proud of yourself Captain.”

“Language” as he pinches your nipple slightly “Ya don’t sound unhappy about it.”

“Ooooh I’m not complaining….sir” you tease him, settling into sleep “but damn…obviously quickies aren’t a thing in space…..” mumbled as you yawn around the words.

You feel him tense slightly as he raises his head

“…..what’s a quik-eeey sugar?”

“..it’s nutthin….” you say, already starting to doze off.

The hand fondling your nipple tightens slightly, bringing you back to a mostly awake state

“What’s a quick-eey” he repeats, his head lifted off his pillow and his eyes on you.

“Ah…well” you begin to blush slightly and the words come out in a rush “it’s quick sex, like not what we just did, I mean I very much enjoyed what we just did, but it lasted a while, and sometimes you don’t have a while, and…well…….it’s fast. For when you’re in a rush, or have something else to do, or come to bed late. It’s…it’s nice” you finish lamely.

“Hmm” he grunts. “Quickie.

You can feel yourself falling asleep again, worn out from his attentions. It’s not like he’s going to do anything with the information you think to yourself as you fall asleep.

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Yondu lays awake in bed for a while, thinking about your words. He’s never really attempted this quickie you mentioned. The closest he’s come to one, by your description, is with a bot when he needed the relief. Whenever he has a living partner in his bed he enjoys taking all the time in the world. But, he thinks, I don’t always have time for nights like this. Tomorrow’s gonna be busy and I’ll be up late going over the next job with Kraglin. Maybe I’ll give this quickie idea a shot.

He’s still thinking about it as he strides through the hallways of his ship the next afternoon. The more he rolls the idea around his head the more he likes it. He’s heading to his meeting with Kraglin but he’s got 30 minutes or so to kill. The memory of you writhing and moaning beneath him from the night before flashes in his mind and his cock twitches in his leathers. Would be nice to get a little of that before this bullshit, he thinks, now where did she get off to?

You’re walking through the hallways, headed to the maintenance bay and the job Kraglin assigned you. But you’re not paying much attention, memories from last night are still flashing through your mind. Your pace slows as you focus on a certain memory, Yondu’s strong blue arm pinning your hips to his bed, his tongue rolling slowly across your clit, and two of his thick fingers pumping slowly in and out of your sopping wet sex. You remember trying desperately to get more friction as noises you didn’t know you could make poured out of your throat.

“Shit” you mutter to yourself. You’re not sure how you’re going to survive today, your body seems determined to remind you how good your captain feels. Attempting to push the thoughts away, you lengthen your stride, ignoring the fact your underwear is wet and getting wetter.

You’re so focused on not turning yourself on you walk past Yondu headed the other direction without fully registering he’s there. This is until a large blue hand grabs your arm and spins you around. You gasp and look at him, eyes widened in surprise.

“Hello sugar” he rasps, and that deep gravely voice does things to your libido you’d rather not acknowledge. “Where ya headed to so fast?” He’s smirking, lips pulled back slightly over those jagged teeth.

Well this is convenient, he thinks, I was gonna look for her but she almost ran into me.

“Captain!” You squeak “sorry I was uuuuh…distracted. Krags is having me work on one of the M-ship’s turbine cooling system. I’m just gonna……Captain?”

Taking a quick look up and down the hallway before returning his attention to you, Yondu slowly starts backing you towards the wall. “Ya know sugar, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about this quickie idea” his grin grows wider and his eyes narrow “I’m ah….thinkin’ I’d like tah give it a go.”

Yondu’s not much taller than you, maybe an inch minus his impressive implant, but you’re backing up all the same. It’s the sheer bulk of him, the muscle from years of work, the breadth of his shoulders, his large hands gripping your upper arms. Your breathing is quickening and your heart pounds. The low level of arousal you’d been trying to push away all morning flares back to life. You shiver as your back hits the wall.

Yondu leans forward to scrape his teeth along your jawline “What do ya think doll?” He moves closer to your ear “wanna try a quickie?” As his teeth nibble your earlobe.

Breathless now you gasp out a quiet yes and you can feel his smirk against your neck. You expect him to back up a bit but instead he presses close enough to feel his erection against your thigh. His arm reaches around to enter a pin code and you fall backwards through a door you hadn’t noticed.

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Stumbling slightly you regain your balance half a second before Yondu is on you. His mouth crashes against yours as his hands slam your back against the far wall. You barely have time to take stock of your surrounds before he’s nipping at your lower lip to gain entrance to your moth. It’s a small storage room with crates stacked floor to ceiling and dingy light coming from the single bulb in the ceiling. You moan into his mouth as he fumbles with the zipper on your jumpsuit, slides a large blue hand down the front of your pants, and strokes your slit through your thin underwear.

“Ya must have had tha same idea as me sugar, ya soakin’ through your panties.”

Yondu’s other hand pushes your shirt up roughly and starts teasing your nipple through your bra. He releases your swollen lips to suck and bite at your collar bone as you whimper his name and grind against the hand down your pants. It’s embarrassing how quickly he turns you on, your body reacting immediately to his hands and mouth.

You can feel his smirk against your neck.

“Darlin’ ya realize this is a storage room” he says, increasing the pressure of his hands “anyone can hear ya.”

Your eyes snap open as adrenaline shoots through you. “Shit.” You mutter. You’re not quiet in bed, and this was going to be difficult. “Can we head to your room?” You ask with pleading eyes.

Yondu’s smirk grows wider as he responds. “Nah, don’t have time.” His hands increase their pressure again and you bite your lower lip to hold the moan in. You can feel yourself getting wetter and your legs start to shake as you lean your head back against the wall.

Yondu leans back to enjoy watching you come undone at his fingertips. You’re shaking and panting, breathlessly trying to hold in your moans. This is gonna be fun, he thinks to himself, as he removes his hands from your body. He chuckles at your needy whimper as your hips buck slightly from the loss of sensation. Reaching down he pulls himself out, curling his hand around his large member.

You gasp slightly as his free hand grabs your hip and spins you around the face the wall. Thick fingers grasp your leathers and pull them to the floor before peeling down your soaked thong. A moan escapes your crumbling control as he pulls your ass towards him and runs his length along your soaked folds. His dick is thick, the perfect length to hit all the sweet spots, and firm ridges cover it from base to the purple tip.

“I’m gonna fuck ya doll, but don’t be makin too much noise” and you can hear the laughter in his voice “don’t want tha crew comin’ in ta check on tha commotion”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you mumble as he lines himself up with your entrance. This isn’t a good idea, you think, but your body is not cooperating. Your ass pushes back into him, grinding your pussy against his ridges. Electricity shoots through your body and a breathy “Please” slips out of your lips.

Yondu grabs your hips and sinks into you with one strong thrust. He groans quietly as he feels your body tense and push back into him. How does she always feel so damn amazing, he thinks as he wills himself to be still and enjoy the silky heat inside you. His hands flex on your hips as he gives in to his body’s needs and begins rocking his hips.

The first thrust pushes every thought from your mind besides the heat growing in your core. His movement start to increase and you can feel every inch of him massaging inside. The image of some of the crew walking in, seeing you, impaled on the Captain’s cock, being fucked into a dirty storage room wall comes unbidden to your mind. Embarrassingly a flash of arousal accompanies the mental image and you realize the threat of discovery is turning you on. You groan deeply and being rolling your hips to encourage Yondu to more.

Feeling your hips roll to meet his Yondu growls and tightens his hold. “Ya not bein’ very quiet sugar.”

“It’s too…fuck….it’s too good” you manage to whine out. Another moan is pulled out of you as he increases his pace.

Yondu grunts and begins to fuck you in ernest. Your pressed against the dusty wall as he pistons his dick in and out. Every thrust draws whimpers from you as you bite your lower lip to try and keep from moaning. You can feel your climax building deep in your core and you know you won’t be able to stay quiet when it hits. The smack of skin against skin echos through the small room, adding more and more heat to the pressure building inside you.

Yondu is focused on the feel of your body squirming and twitching beneath him. The stifled sounds your making as you try to keep quiet push him closer and closer to his own release. He grips your hips even harder, preparing to finish, when he hears muted voices coming down the hallways. Your body tenses under him but he doesn’t stop his movements.

You can hear the voices now, it’s Kraglin and another crew member. Panic shoots through you and you freeze, expecting Yondu to pause as they walk by. He doesn’t, his movements become more intense. Your fingers claw at the wall in front of you as you try to hold back the orgasm and keep the moans down.

Yondu waits until the voices are close enough to hear individual words before covering your mouth with a calloused blue hand. He angles his hips slightly to hit the sweet spot deep inside your pussy and leans forward to whisper in your ear.

“Ya like this, ya filthy lil Terran” his language becoming dirtier as he approaches his climax “Ya want tha crew tah see ya like this, fucked senseless by ya Capt’n?”

It’s too much. The feel of him, his hands holding you and keeping you quiet while he deep voice rasps into your ear. Your entire body shudders as your orgasm rips through you. Your back arches and you feel the wet heat gush down your thighs as waves of pleasure roll through you. With his hand over your mouth, your sounds of pleasure become a muffled low scream.

Yondu feels the wetness against his groin and your pussy clench around him. The spasms along his cock push him over the edge. He growls and cums deep inside, pumping several more times as you milk his orgasm. Shaking slightly he holds you up as you sag against the wall.

The voices in the hallway pause for a second. “Did ya hear sumthin’?” asks Kraglin. “Nah” replied the other voice “probably just some rats” comes the reply as the footsteps continue out of earshot.

“Fucking hell” you moan.

“Not bad fer a first quickie” comes Yondu’s gravely reply “I’m a thinkin’ we need ta do this more often.” He slowly pulls out of you and grabs a towel to clean away the evidence. You’re still leaning against the wall as he gently wipes down your thighs and trembling sex.

Yondu turns you around and helps you rearrange your disheveled clothing before pulling you in for a bruising kiss. As you break away from a breath you mutter “I’m not sure this was the best thing to teach you.”

His deep laugh rumbles through the room and he leans in for one more kiss before opening the door to check the hallway and ushering you outside.

“How do I look?” you ask.

“Fine as hell, as always”

“No I mean…do I look like….well” you blush “I just got fucked in a closet?”

Yondu looks at you and a crooked grin spreads across his face “yeah, ya do.”

“Dammit” you mutter, trying to fix your hair, and willing the flush off your cheeks.

“Just tell ‘em ya tripped or somethin’” he replies as his grin stretches wider.

“You’re absolutely no help, I need to get to work” you snap back, but you lean in to kiss him one more time. “See you later Captain.”

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By some miracle the rest of the maintenance crew believes your story. I mean, those storage closets are dark and dingy inside right?

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader #writing

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ronmanmob · 6 months

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Confess 🤐

Confessions Meme

"--Somefin' I should'a said bu'...didn't-"

Thoughtfulness came out as a slightly rightwards cant of the head and faintly furrowed brows. Next came a little glance about the shoppe he and Cory were sat in enjoying an early evening sup. It was past closing time, and the establishment was hers. No one else was here to hear them, but Ron glanced nonetheless. Like something in him made him have to. Then--

"This'll...This ain't a nice story, bu' i's long gone now, okay?" A couple of seconds were spent silent -- a purposeful pause to let the lady respond as she pleased. Then, following a quick wetting of the whistle sip of the cuppa he'd been nursing, Ron picked up the tale.

"My farvah's...a good 'alf th'reason I'd not lay violent 'ands on women. My own self's th'rest'a th'reason. It ain't done. Evah. Bu' from tha' man I learned th'bones'a tha' disdain 'n 'is b'cause I 'ad t'watch 'im beat my muvvah. Semi-regular, tha' was. 'N when I was..." Dark eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he guestimated, then found Cory again. "Abaht eight. When I was abaht eight 'ee took exception t'er again. At th'kitchen table, this time. Was me there, 'n bruvvah Reggie, 'n bruvvah Charlie, 'oo was oldah. Man bounced 'er 'ead off th'pine 'n Charlie was up tryin' t'elp 'er. T'stop 'im. Reggie too, bowf screamin' at 'im. Bowf gettin' an 'idin' for it too. Off 'im 'n off mum as well - f'interferin'..."

That last bit there looked like it left a bad taste to say.

"Bu' I jus' sat there....Too scared t'do nuffin' bu' watch."

That bit did too if Ron's newly pinched expression was anything to go by. He shook his head at the memory, went for his cuppa again to wash his mouth clean of having repeated the words that made it up. Then, after a breath was taken in and let free--

"Double th'age I was then though -- sixteen? Ol' man learned. F'got 'is lads was biggah than 'im by then. F'got I was in th'ouse when 'ee bloodied me mum's nose 'til I broke 'is 'n 'ad 'im against th'f'kin' wall..." Something horrendous took up brief residence in Ron's expression; the echo of the one his father had faced going on twenty years back. "--'N I told 'im th'God's 'onest" he said, heedless of the story his eyes were telling. "If 'ee evah put violence on 'er again I'd kill 'im."

Silence for a beat and then, another sip of tea. As the last had seemed to wash away the memory's bad taste, this one seemed to wash away the tension that'd crawled into Ron's voice. When he spoke again, the words were appreciably lighter.

"--N 'ee nevah did touch 'er again, aftah tha'."

#NYC!verse #<- with Cory #corinnebaileyrp #//fankoo for sending this in darling friend :3 #tw: domestic abuse

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furys-mercy · 11 months

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Is your OC a pacifist? Or have they ever had pacifist sympathies? If they have changed their position on such things then what caused this shift? If they reject pacifist arguments, perhaps because they believe that violence can be justified in self-defence, then how do they respond to those who believe in pursuing peace at any cost? Do they see them as weak or naïve? Or as idealists whose ideas deserve serious consideration?

Mercer's laugh echoes off the stone ceilings of his workshop. "I ain't never been accused'a bein' a pacifist. I learned real fuckin' young tha' if ya want people ta notice ya, ta really see ya... tha' ya have ta make 'em." He shrugs. "Kickin' their arse tends ta do tha' among other thin's. But screamin' inta tha aether 'bout wha' ya deserse don't always work. Sometimes you gotta fuckin' take it. They ain't gonna jus' give it to ya. So, nah. Ain't never been a pacifist. Might not go out plannin' on startin' shite half as much as I did when I was younger, but some thin's need ta be settled with teeth an' claws, ya know? I ain't 'bout ta sit 'round an' wait fer someone else ta fix shite. I ain't gonna rely on tha system ta support me." "Aa fer folsk who take tha' path, well... ta each their own. If tha's wha' they want ta do then who am I ta stop 'em? Prolly only know one true pacifist an' she keeps it as somethin' personal ta her rather'n something she holds other folks ta. An' I ain't gotta anythin' against tha'. But if yer gonna sit me down an' try an' lecture me 'bout tha blood on m'hands... well, best'a luck. I know it's there. An' no, I ain't particularly bothered by it. Someone's gotta do tha hard stuff. Better me than someone cleaner."

((Thanks for the ask, @mimble-sparklepudding! Such a good question. Had to take a long think about how Merc would answer it.))

#asks #ask me anything #asked and answered #ic ask

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hareofhrair · 1 year

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Indigo and Violet potion :>

Indigo Potion: …their greatest strength, and greatest weakness.

"=oh, easy. My greatest strength is =obvi=ously my speed! I'm fast as hell. In a fair race acr=oss flat gr=ound there aint a tr=oll =on this planet i can't =outrun. As fer my weakness, well, put quite simply, i d=on't have any. That's right, n=ot a =one. I'm just that amazin."

"..."

"alright FINE maybe, MAYBE, i have s=ort =of kind =of =one weakness. My eyesight is real damn bad. It weren't great when i was y=oung, and when i started travelin i g=ot caught =outd=oors durin tha day a bunch, and eventually my eyes g=ot s=o damaged by tha sun that i can't hardly see fer shit. M=ostly just shapes and c=ol=ors. Which is part a why I never did learn ta read! I have s=ome psii=onics- they aint g=ood fer much in that traditional sense, aint strong enough ta lift anythin weighs more than an =ounce- but i can use em ta s=orta feel =out tha edges a things around me fer a g=ood distance. Aint tha same as seein, but it lets me get ar=ound unfamiliar places with=out needin help. But if ya slapped a psii surpess=or =on me, i'd be just ab=out helpless. Ain't much I'm m=ore afraid =of, ta be h=onest."

Violet Potion: …the obsession that’s going to lead to their downfall.

"Yeah, I've kn=own what'll pr=obably get me killed eventually fer a l=ong time. It aint hard ta figure =out. D=ont kn=ow that I'd call it an =obsessi=on per se, except fer h=ow i think ab=out it all tha time and i lay awake durin tha day after dreamin about it and s=ometimes i can feel it just simmerin away inside me like a v=olcan=o in my gut gettin ready ta bl=ow its t=op, magma just creepin up tha inside a my thr=oat, and I'm just clenchin my teeth ta h=old it back because if I ever =open my m=outh ab=out it, if i ever let my c=ontr=ol slip just =once and say tha wr=ong thing t=o that wr=ong pers=on, if i ever give in ta tha v=oice screamin inside me ta pick up tha nearest heavy =object and make it st=op, y=ou c=ould st=op it, y=ou c=ould save them, y=ou c=ould--..."

"...yall can pr=obably guess tha rest fr=om here."

#asks

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phant0mspades · 2 years

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☠

Spades took a deep breath before starting. "When we got out...it wasn't a pretty escape. It's how we lost 'ur dad."

They rub their hands together for a moment, their mind taking them back all those years ago. "He knew we needed t' get outta there. Wasn't actually gonna take me though, jus' Cy. But she told me th' plan an' I went wit' her. While we were tryin' t' get out, dad got caught an' got one a' those Drac masks put on 'im. Cy an' m'self separated from him b'fore tha' happened...but we could still hear it. Cy was...15, yeah, I was 17 so she was 15."

With a laugh they move their hair out of their face. This shouldn't be so hard, Quix knew some parts of their past. Maybe it was admitting to it though. "I t'ink a week later mum sent a patrol on us, caught up t' th' two of us. Dad was on th' patrol, tried cornerin' us t' separate us. First thing I did was whip out this gun," they gestured to their white blaster, "an' started screamin' fer 'em all t' back away or I'd kill ev'ry one of 'em. Then, tha's exactly what Cy an' m'self did...mum gotta 'way but seven dracs in one go...taken out."

#ooc: In classic Spades fashion they are oversimplifying and summarizing the story

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merchantofwhispers · 1 year

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❗ Cinead, was there ever a moment in all of your years that brought you to your knees out of fear? Whether it was losing someone, something, or even just the sands of time?

Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse. | Accepting

"More than any man could possibly stand." He breathed out after several seconds of withdrawn silence. "The first time I ever saw what I was to become I collapsed in fear, begging t'be spared. He did, I suppose."

"The second time was when I watched the Black Death take everything away. Fer years I ferried the dead away from the shores, dumping their bodies in hopes of sparing who was left. I remember trembling as I walked through village after village, their doors nailed shut. The only sounds I could hear were the sobbing of the last to die, begging their God to end their misery. There was this-.. I heard the sobbing of a ll girl and I couldn't ignore it, so I ripped the boards off one of the homes and walked in. The smell of rot was unholy, but I found t'girl.." He wrung his hands and lowered his head, shoulders shaking slightly at the memory. "She'd been locked in with 'er parents who were long dead in their bed, she couldn't have been more than ten. The poor thing was starvin', riddled with the plague, and begged me to save her.. I'll never forget how weakly she stumbled to me. I picked up tha' lil girl and I-.. I couldn't let her just suffer, so I brought 'er to the woods and fed 'er a tea made from the bane flowers. She went t'sleep and that's where I buried her. I didn't leave my knees tha' night, screamin' at wha'ever cruel God would let his children suffer so much. I saw so many empty villages, I thought the whole world was dyin'.."

"It wouldn't be fer another many, many centuries that I truly felt fear like that again. I'd buried dozens of friends, maybe hundreds by that point, but there was this woman.. She was half deaf and walked with a cane, but had a fire to 'er. I took 'er on board and found myself smitten with the Lass. I was supposed to just sail 'er south, get 'er away from 'er family, but she never-.. She didn't get off the boat when she should've. I was absolutely smitten with 'er, I would've drained the whole damn sea for 'er if she asked. She got sick though, sicker than 'er body could handle. Started droppin' weight, her skin got even sickly, and she had the worst cough I'd heard in centuries.. She was wastin' away in front of me. I sat beside 'er bed at night, holdin' onto 'er like it would keep her from floatin' away in 'er sleep. It didn't help. One mornin she didn't wake up, her breathin' was shallow, and I-.. Had to make a decision. So I decided. The next three days I sat on my knees next to 'er, watching 'er lay on the brink of death, sobbin' like a mournin' mother. I begged the Gods I've spat at, I begged a God I didn't believe in.. Jus' prayin' that she'd wake up."

"Suppose there's more, both before and since.. Those are the ones tha' I still dream about though."

#c; Cinead #;headcanon #v; main #/he still checks on Mina when she sleeps btw

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