#the bi panic has struck once again

[hazyange1s]

Imelda going through an existential crisis while Seb is just like “some people have bigger problems” is such a mood

#the bi panic has struck once again #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy screenshots #sebastian sallow screenshots #imelda reyes #imelda reyes screenshots

[metathesiophobiac]

OMGOKGOGMGOGMOGMG YOU WRITE FOR BOB AND BOSIP OKOKOKOKOOKOKOKOK SO HOW ABOUT BOB AND BOSIP BOTH HAVE A CRUSH ON THE SAME PERSON AND KINDA FIGHT FOR THEM AND LIKE THEY TRY TO MAKE THE OTHER ONE JEALOUS AND STUFF AND CAN THE READER BE FEMALE???

Ofcourse! thank you for the request love, also im not quite sure if you want it to end in a poly type realationship, or just have 2 different endings- so soz if its not what you wanted! I can redo it if you want to! :)

F/L/N-first letter of your name

𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Y/N wasnt really the type to make friends and/or get into a relationship, but ever since she met Bob and Bosip, alot of things have changed in her life, now onto the main story

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

It was a gloomy day, it looked as if it was about to rain and so far everything went terribly, as if this day couldnt get worse i forgot my laptop at college. I was walking to a pedestrian crossing until i spotted two of my friends, Bob and Bosip, as i came walking closer to them i heard bits of the conversation they were having, "Dude! You knew i liked her!" I heard Bob say,"Well its not my fault, shes just kind and has a great sense of humor and sarcasm" Bosip spat back at Bob suprisingly calmly, and so on the arguing continued until i broke it off with a loud fake cough, "erm, sorry to ruin yall guyses argue, but who is the lucky gal that yall are fighting over" i said with a smirk while slinging my arms around their shoulder, not gonna lie, finding out that they like someone did kinda hurt, its not the fact that they love another, im happy for them for finding someone special! Its the fear of our friendship getting broken. "O..Oh!,,- uhm- well,,-" Bob started, "S..she has H/L H/C hair, beautiful E/C eyes and her name is Y-MgHmN-" Bob then gets cut off by Bosip slapping a hand over his mouth to prevent 'daydreaming Bob' from spilling information that the said gal is you. You just looked at them confused and just shrugged it off, "so her name is F/L/N? Hmm thats a unique name, i like it, might take her for myself" i said (Y/N:" BI PANIC BI PANIC BI PANI-") "W..WELL,,!- you cant technically date her,,-" Bosip said nervously thinking i would stop asking questions about the lucky girl. "Well i have to go now, my cat will be pissed at me for not feeding him in time, or he will just piss on the fucking floor lol, anyways, goodbye!" I waved to the two with a closed-eye smile, leaving them be awe-struck. The two then looked at eachother with a challenging look and then Bosip said "Who ever wins her heart, gets to keep her.", "bring it on piss coloured shark!" they then parted ways.

[𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲]

𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐩'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I was walking to Y/N's house to give her the Kandi i made for her, but soon got stopped at the sight of Bob standing at her porch with Flowers in hand, "didnt see ya there" he said, "maybe you should go back home" he then pushed me into the bush next to the stairs then rang the bell, Y/N came out of the house *cough* looking as beautiful as ever *cough* then stared at the beautiful bouqet in Bobs hands. "Here you go m'lady, a beautiful bouqet for a beautiful girl" he said flirtatiously, i could feel my blood boiling, after i few minutes i heard them send a fareawell to eachother and then the door closing, i slowly rose from the bush,glarring daggers at a smirking Bob, "what the hell are you smirking at" i said calmly, "nothing, im just thinking about how my victory will be played" he said. I just sighed and stomped away from him feeling sorrow.

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲]

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

It was another day, yet another fight between the two fellas who fell inlove with the same person,but this time, the shark has caught its pray in time /j (that joke was important, you can fight me)

2𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

Bosip was nervously waiting in a cafe where he asked you if you two could meet up, he then looked up once the bell chimed to see you looking amongst the crowds to find him, when you spotted him you quickly ran to the table and sat down across him, "sorry for being late! My cat was being a bitch cause i didmt give him pets, anyways, wanna order now?" you looked straight into his eyes, that moment he thought he was on cloud 9, he felt his stomach churn and he began to stutter alot "w..well,,- we could g..get F/D if you want t..to!-" he said looking to the side, trying to look anywhere but you, you just smiled at him and replied with "sure!". When you guys ordered you just started a small talk, the bell chimed again implying that someone just came into the cafe, once Bosip looked at the said person the smile he had dropped a little, "is everything okay?" You asked him concerned, "yeah! everything is just fine,, heh,,-" he replied, Bob was standing at the door seemingly to look for someone, Bosip then had an idea and took your hand and started softly going over the lines on your hand, you jst stared at him cause you didnt know he had a soft side, hes usually always calm and monotone, seeing him like this made your heart melt. Bob then spotted you two sitting at a table, he felt really jealous that his FRIEND was holding his crushes hand instead of him, he just straight up left the cafe without a word. This went on for weeks and weeks until a whole month passed, you were starting to get suspicious at the two, one day you just desided to eavesdrop on the two who were having a heated argument, "Cant you see!? She clearly likes me more!" Bob yelled, "really!? Cant you just move on and accept that she likes me!? I even held her hand!" Bosip then snapped back.Bob started "Ugh, wait a minute, what if we ask her?", "ask who?" you came out from behind the door, the two then yelped at the sudden appearance of you, "N..Nobody!-" they both yelled in sync, "yeah no, im not buying it" they then both sighed, "well,Y/N, Bosip and i, from the very start we met you, we thought you were the most beautiful girl we ever saw, and well, we saw you as special, so what im trying to say is, Y/N, we like you, like like you, like a lot" Bob confessed, you then snickered at the two now confused boys, "is that what this was all about? You two trying to make each otger jealous and win my heart? Oh boys, you couldve just said that before! I also took a quite liking to you two too" you dmiled at them, they just stared wide-eyed at your confession, did you really mean what you said? "but, how are you going to choose who to date?" Bosip questioned, "dont need to, we can just be a poly realationship" you kissed their cheeks while putting your arms around their shoulders, "now this is why were called the pussy slayers" Bob joked, "BOB, YOU MOTHERFU-"

[I HAVE FINISHED THIS, IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS, SORRY THAT IT TOOK DO LONG, ANYWAYS, thank you for the request again! And yes, i headcanon that Bosip loves to make Kandi, fight me in dms, anyways, thats it for today, bye-bye! :D (ALSO TY SO MUCH FOR 6 FOLLOWERS AA)]

#bob and bosip #x reader #fnf x reader #fnf ask blog

[leebrontide]

A true, 30 year, tropetastic, queer love story. (Part 1)

Pls open the link if you'd like to read a 30 year, trope-tastic true queer romance featuring pining, instalove, swords, childhood-friends-to-lovers and a happy ending.

We THINK the story begins in 1991. We know it starts at theatre day-camp for kids, a summer when we were both in elementary school.

The earliest memories are vague- I remembered a super cool kid from the older class with dark eyes who I was desperate to eat lunch with every day.

It's taken us years to reconstruct the timeline. We have figured out I did go to her house outside of camp that first year, because I remember her bird that tried to bite me. We can only guess at years based on camp themes.

Because we were little kids. I was 7. So we lost touch.

But here's the thing- we kept going to the same camp. She was always in a class ahead of me, because I'm a year and a half younger.

And every year- apparently without remembering we'd met before? We became summer best friends. Drawn together over and over.

But, being disorganized kids in a world of lesser tech, every year, when camp ended, we lost phone numbers- we lived a good 30 minutes away from each other, so I have to imagine our parent's weren't exactly heartbroken at the loss. It was a lot of driving.

In 4th grade, when I was 9, I made a new best friend, named Meredith. My parents heartily recommended the summer theatre camp to hers, and she was sent with me, the next year.

She, was older than me, so she was in Ty's class. & having excellent taste, also made friends with her.

The three of us played together all summer.

Then came the fall, and the inevitable lost contact. I remember being sad about that much more clearly, that year.

BUT, the big change happened when I was 10.

Again, sent to camp. Again, my friend Meredith was there to.

At lunch, I found them playing together. I went to introduce myself to the obviously cool older girl.

For some reason I tried to shake her hand? Little weirdo.

Ty reacts to me the same way- oh hey! Cool new person! I want to be friends!

Meredith looks at us both like we're out of our minds.

"You know each other. We played all last summer."

And suddenly, the spell of childhood amnesia was broken.

I DID know her. We were FRIENDS.

We HAD BEEN FRIENDS for years.

She LIKED ME.

SHE LIKED ME.

(love with memory disabilities is a trip, folks. And her lil ADHD kid brain was struggling right alongside mine)

We were elated.

But that wasn't the last shock to my little 10 year old heart that 5 week summer camp would bring.

Meredith was, and is, a poet. Somehow she had a habit, at 11 years old, of making up poems about people's eyes.

Weird stuff. I remember a pair of green eyes being compared to a deep sea, were the bones of drunken drowned sailors floated.

Very Anne of Green Gables.

And- I remember this part with perfect clarity. She turned to me and said, do you know who has pretty eyes? Ty.

We were crossing the stage, Ty was carrying a box of props like 15 feet ahead of us.

I said "does she?"

And then, ever the romantic I screamed "HEY TY TURN AROUND I WANNA SEE SOMETHING!"

She did.

And for the first time, I looked into the dark eyes I'd been drawn to for all those years, and saw them anew.

There's a reason cupid's supposed to have arrows.

I swear to you that this is true. It felt like an actual blow to my chest. Like a physical blow.

I was stunned. My little heart was hammering out of control.

I have no idea what I said, or did, or looked like after that.

But I figured out pretty quickly what that was. It was not subtle, even to a prepubescent nearly 6th grader.

But I was a pragmatic little almost-6th-grader.

This was a crush. Middle schoolers have crushes.

And they're supposed to fade over time.

I don't remember if I was worried that my crush was on a girl. I just remember the certainty that this was just a child's crush, and therefor nothing that would last or cause problems.

And when fall came, I lost her number again.

But this time I was devastated.

But, this time a hero saved the day! Meredith, sweet, wonderful, more-organized-than-either-of-us Meredith, still had the number.

And this time, I held on to it.

We became year round besties.

For the first year of adoring her year-round, I didn't worry about my little crush. It'd go away in time.

By 7th grade, it started to be a problem.

We were having sleep overs, and I started to feel guilty about how much I wanted to look at her and cuddle her all the time.

I don't think I told anyone right away. But Meredith was always the smartest of us three.

She's the one who proposed we play "wedding". She presided over the ceremony herself, and her little sister was our wedding photographer.

Oddly, even though I didn't know about this photo till years later, this is a game both of us remember playing.

It meant... something.

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I started to feel guilty. We were having sleep overs, talking every day on the phone. I wanted to look at her all the time- I wanted to be with her all the time. I wanted to kiss her, and started to realize she might be bothered by that.

I never wanted to hide anything from her.

So, I confessed my love. I didn't think of this as being especially radical or brave, but in retrospect, I'm impressed by 12 year old Lee's behavior.

She smiled brightly, and said she loved me to!

As her best friend.

I clarified my position.

She repeated that she loved me as her very best friend.

And these feelings were a bit scary and BIG, so that was all good. She still wanted to hang out all the time. Life was good.

By 8th grade, I was starting to worry. The crush hadn't worn off yet. Everyone told me these things wore off.

But I was more in love with her than ever.

And when Meredith moved to Nashville, we got even closer.

We joined the MN sword club. Made new friends. In the way of these things, a whole lot of them turned out to be some evolving variety of queer. Friends started coming out.

I barely needed to, my crush was horrifyingly obvious to all our friends.

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I promised you swords. The swords don't feature prominently, but the club was a major connection for us for years, and this detail has always struck me.

I'm not an especially good fencer. Especially then. I was constructed out of raw spaghetti noodles and moved like creaky budget claymation most of the time. I was calculating, but slow.

She was fast, and brash, and more skilled than me. She eventually beat some nationally recognized fencers. We called her "fiery Tybalt" because we're a bunch of big ol nerds who wanted to sound smart. She eventually took her name from that nickname.

Even at only 5ft tall, she should have beaten me handily and reliably. She could hold her own against much better fencers.

But we actually got BANNED from sparring together, because we were so evenly matched we could never get enough points for a win.

My one and only expertise in fencing was knowing her. But she knew me just as well, so there was a stalemate.

Our friends laughed at us.

I confessed my love again in 8th grade.

And 9th.

10th.

11th.

I never wanted to lie to her. It was important to me that she knew what I was thinking and feeling, but it was also important that I not burden her with it.

She always gave me the same answer. She loved me. She loved me SO MUCH.

What a shame she was straight.

Now, readers, let me remind you we're looking at two queer kids in the 90s at this point.

There were pressures at play.

When I was in 11th grade, she left for college. And she was far enough away that long distance calls were expensive. I couldn't call her every day.

What I remember most about senior year was being depressed and lonely.

But also, that after years of my family despairing of my ever learning to type, and eventually getting me the (then very expensive) dragon speech-to-type program so I could type my homework and not fail school- my contact with her was suddenly all in text. AOL messenger.

People have commented at all my workplaces about my typing speed. I type 120 words per minute now.

Specifically because it was the only way to talk to her most days.

I went to college the following year. We both got boyfriends. Both nice boys who liked and admired us.

BOTH broke up with us because we so obviously preferred each other over them. To an embarrassing degree.

The boy I was dating- bless him he only lasted 3 months- specifically told me "if I go out with you any more I'm going to fall in love with you. And you're in love with her."

Slick bastard.

He was right tho.

I couldn't be mad at him.

But this is when I started to really panic.

It'd been 6 years. My first crush was still absolutely roaring. Nobody else came close to tempting me.

And nobody else wanted to, when it became obvious they couldn't compete with her.

And she was still my best friend, so of course I told her. I told her I was miserable, because I was going to be single forever because nobody else would want me, because I was so in love with her.

She felt bad. She loved me so much. So much she'd been dumped to.

Such a shame she was straight.

I wouldn't find out till much later that that conversation had started something on her side, that, for once, she knew to keep from me.

She spent the next 6 months in intense contemplation.

She DID prefer me to all the other boys (and girls) who were chasing her in college.

And there were a lot of them.

She did think I was pretty, and she did love me. And she did want to be with me forever.

She'd been as dedicated to me as I was to her through this whole time. As caring, as invested, as, frankly, obsessed. Everyone could see it.

But she wasn't straight. She was bi.

And ace.

We wouldn't learn that word for many more years. All she knew was that the story of falling in love didn't match the love she was feeling.

But then she realized- she'd never felt the feelings she was "supposed" to feel for her boyfriend, either. She was not more attracted to him than to me. And he was a good looking guy. A catch by most any standard.

And she also hadn't loved him.

But she did love me.

So, my sophomore year of college (her junior year), we were preparing our trip to the Renaissance festival. A bunch of her friends were driving into town for it, and we'd see each other again at last. (we'd been back at school like 2 weeks, so naturally were desperate to meet up)

I am still flabbergasted as the next series of events.

She asked me out. On AOL instant messenger. After over 7 years of my pining, and adoration. After 7 years of choosing the pain of being near her and not being able to kiss her, over the desolation of not having her beside me

She very logically explained her reasoning.

I had a meltdown.

My poor room mate walked into our room to find me crying and throwing things at the computer screen.

I was convinced she was offering to date me because she felt bad for me. Because she loved me and wanted me to stop hurting and feeling alone.

So I turned her down.

That, friends, was HARD. REALLY HARD.

Thankfully, she was having none of it. She insisted it only made sense for us to date. I tried to stay firm. I refused repeatedly, all in that damned AOL messenger.

We reached a compromise- one date, at the Ren Fest, as a test.

And if it failed we'd never speak of it again.

Because the prospect of dating and breaking up was terrifying to us both.

If we were going to be together, we'd be defacto engaged. Neither of us could tolerate breaking up.

The weekend came- my college friends all knew, and accompanied me, made sure I was decked out in the best fair garb we could cobble together.

She drove up with her friends- including the ex- who had no idea what was happening. She had on her finest cape & boots & a swishy dress.

We could not manage to be alone together. Like it was a proper rom-com ridiculousness. All damn day.

But at least we were together.

She came back to my dorm that night, to spend the night, and drive back the next day.

Shout out to my room mate who stayed at her boyfriend's house that night. Love you, Lindsay.

We finally managed to kiss.

She abruptly decided kissing wasn't some weird thing people only pretended to like because it was normal, and was in fact an amazing wonderful thing we should do frequently.

I don't actually remember us deciding that the experiment was successful, and we'd be a romantic couple from then on.

Pretty sure the kissing melted my brain.

It was not like kissing my old boyfriend at all.

She went back to college the next day.

I do remember, that, MORE THAN ONCE, I nervously asked my roomy if this had all really happened. I was truly and genuinely concerned that I'd dreamed or fantasized the whole thing. I'd done both enough times before.

I couldn't just ask outright so I'd say something like. "Hey did anything- important happen yesterday?"

And she'd look at me like I was speaking some alien language, and tell me I was dating Ty now.

I wandered around in a dream-like stupor for a WEEK.

This is a good place to stop for now. More tonight. I need to go snuggle my baby and help my wife with lunch. 💖

Popping in briefly for the next installment.

All our friends knew immediately. Some of them- the newer ones, were confused because they had assumed we were always dating, on account of how blatantly in love we were all the damn time.

We decided tho, to hold off on telling our families. We decided to date a year first, to show that it was serious, and that we meant it.

It was a good year, full of the kind of pining that is regularly rewarded by happy weekends and spring breaks and summers.

The next august, before we went back to school, we each sat down our own parents. Hers were sort of "yeah ok whatever." I was not there for that conversation.

I went to my favorite restaurant with my own parents, and told them I was seeing someone. Dad was enthused. Wanted to meet him.

Well. I said. You have.

Because it's Ty.

#gay love #gay romance #romance tropes #ace love #nonbinary romance #romance tropes tropes love #coming out day 2020

[fanfic-corner]

Writer Castiel

4/12/20 - I have wanted to be a writer since I was ten years old, so maybe I’m biased here, but I absolutely adore the idea of Cas being an author if he lived a different life!

Tabula Rasa by Dangerousnotbroken on AO3. (78,240 words).

Tags: Writer Castiel, Bartender Dean, Past Relationship, Pervasive Themes of Memory, Magic, Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of alcoholism, Mentions of Past Child Neglect, Mental Illness, Witches, Ghosts, Bi!Dean, Bi!Castiel, Referenced Past Minor Character Death, Angst, Slow Burn, Memory Loss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Once upon a time, Castiel Novak had everything. He had a happy home life, a full scholarship, and, if he played his cards right, a promising journalism career. And on top of all of that, he had Dean. Then tragedy struck, as it tends to do, and Castiel lost everything. At thirty six, he’s got none of those things. He’s got no family to speak of. He’s got a job investigating purportedly true tales of the supernatural for a magazine no one reads. And worst of all he hasn’t seen Dean in nearly twenty years. So when research for an article turns him on to a witch who apparently grants wishes in exchange for stories, Castiel figures it’s worth the risk. If making a deal with a witch can get him Dean back, what has he got to lose?

Notes: This was absolutely amazing; both written beautifully and with a fantastic plot.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,820 words).

Tags: Horror, Psychological Trauma, Domestic Violence.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Notes: Excellently written, made me cry, and the ending was brilliant. Technically it isn’t tagged as Cas being a writer, but he does write some poetry throughout, and I couldn’t help myself.

Lost and Found by whelvenwings on AO3. (7,762 words).

Tags: Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Demisexual Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: “Chuck Shurley? Sure, I’ve read his books. Kinda Vonnegut, but like, Kilgore-Trout Vonnegut, you know?” Dean took another gulp of his whisky, and smacked his lips like an adult. The guy sitting beside him at the bar, however, did not look suitably impressed. In fact, he was staring down into the bubbles of his cider, not even noticing the way that Dean was smiling at him, giving him the eyes. “I thought his stuff was pretty good, in a kinda metamodern way,” Dean added airily, and a little more loudly. The guy only nodded gloomily. Dean almost clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in frustration. C’mon, dude, I’m trying to impress you. Twenty minutes of talking and all Dean had to show for it was a weird first name, a series of dour stares and the strangest need to know more about this – Castiel.

Notes: This was written so well that I wanted to cry at Cas’ story of the stars, even though it wasn’t particularly sad. Now I want to go and stargaze with someone.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas on AO3. (111,351 words).

Tags: Single Parent Castiel, Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Hurt Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, Car Accidents, Past Character Death, Adopted Children, Mentions of Suicide, Slow Burn, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Near Death Experiences, Hospitals, Explicit Sexual Content, POV Dean.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester is on the run from his life. He's done something unforgivable, and can't face his family or friends ever again. So he does what any rational person would do: fakes his own death and vanishes into the ether. Wandering aimlessly along country roads, he succumbs to the elements during a violent storm and wakes up hours later in the home of a stranger: a single dad living alone in an isolated beach house, with a haunting past of his own. Cas is sweet and shy, but welcomes Dean into his home and tells him he can stay as long as he needs, never prying into his life or asking him to spill his secrets. As they rapidly forge a close friendship, Dean finds that the quiet life by the ocean with Cas is exactly what he's been dreaming of. He only hopes his past never catches up with him.

Notes: This was so gorgeous and the plot was fabulous! Also, I loved Jimmy, and Dean and Cas as parents were adorable. Weirdest use of Cole’s character that I’ve ever seen though.

What Can’t Be Seen by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (2,639 words).

Tags: Soulmate AU, author!Cas, Strangers to Lovers, First Kiss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Written for this prompt: Soulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

Notes: This was really cute and such a sweet and funny idea.

(un)conventional by imogenbynight on AO3. (6,100 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe, mechanic!Dean, Writer!Castiel, Conventions, Fluff.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Spec Lit Con--Speckly Con, to it’s regular attendees--is an annual weekend-long event held in Chicago, dedicated to science fiction, fantasy and otherwise speculative literature. This year Dean's favorite author, C.J. Novak, is appearing as a panelist. Naturally, he shells out the cash for an all access pass.

Notes: This was so adorable that I nearly screamed in the corridor outside my computer science lesson. Plus, the writing was absolutely gorgeous! I miss conventions :(

I Think That’s Mine by palominopup on AO3. (6,804 words).

Tags: Fluff, AU, Reporter!Dean, Writer!Cas.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: A mix up at the Atlanta Airport places Dean Winchester's laptop in someone else's possession. A series of calls and texts bring two men together.

Notes: This was so cute, Cas was so sweet, and Dean was an icon.

‘Star Wars is Overrated’ by leftdragonpainter on AO3. (38,186 words).

Tags: Soulmates, Pining, Drinking, Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Neighbours, Swearing, Winchester Logic, Clueless Dean, College Student Sam, Awkward Dates, Dean Cooks, Castiel in Glasses, Slow Burn, Injured Sam, Fixing Cars, Smut, Costumes, Drunk Texting, Temporary Amnesia, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: When Dean Winchester turned sixteen he was disappointed by the words that appeared on his chest. He never expected that it would take so much to find his soulmate. He never expected to not remember meeting them...

Tags: Every time I thought I knew what was going to happen in this fic, something completely different happened, which I loved. 

Event Horizon by Winglesss on AO3. (6,442 words).

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Dean, Depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Past Character Death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Texting, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending, Veteran Dean, Doctor Dean, Writer Castiel, Strangers.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation. When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

Notes: I don’t know if that kind of suicide prevention scheme exists, but this fic is very sweet. 

Darkly Dreaming Dean by Duckyboos on AO3. (29,008 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Police, Detective Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, Serial Killer Dean, Alternate Universe - Dexter, Established Relationship, Murder, Top Dean, Bottom Castiel, Anal Sex, Innocent Castiel.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has the perfect apple pie life with his shy-but-sweet boyfriend in the suburbs. He has a steady, well-paid job with the LAPD and he’s charming and attractive. Really, he’s living the American Dream. It’s his extra-curricular activities that some may disagree with, as he’s also an accomplished serial killer. To date, his kills amount to around 36 and he’s never been caught. He’s employed by the law, remember? He knows how these things work.

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A new serial killer arrives on the scene and despite the sloppiness of their work, Dean is intrigued by them and what they're trying to achieve, because their MO is the same as his; killing bad people. He makes it his mission to track the other killer down before the police do, and he’s left reeling when the 'Basin Vigilante' turns out to be someone a lot closer to home than he could have ever imagined.

Notes: I sort of watched Dexter a few years ago, and I absolutely love the idea of Dean as a vigilante serial killer. I only wish that the synopsis was a bit different, so the end was more of a surprise.

Finding Home by Desirae on AO3. (42,828 words).

Tags: Baker Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, PTSD, Past Childhood Trauma, Childhood Kidnapping, Mistaken Identity, Dean Whump, Castiel Whump, Best Friends to Lovers, Emotional Sex, Fluff, Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester lived a quiet life running his bakery. Aside from family, Dean had no desire to let anyone inside. The more people you cared about, the more you had to lose; A hard lesson he'd learned at the tender age of eight when Dean’s best friend was kidnapped right before his eyes. Dean was forever haunted by the event, although he hadn’t realized quite how much until Emmanuel James Milton breezed into his life; waking his sleeping heart with a complete lack filter and achingly familiar eyes. An author, with no family and traumatic past of his own, Emmanuel never felt like he belonged anywhere until he walked into The Honeybee Bakery and met Dean. It’s not long before they find out that there is a reason for their profound bond.

Notes: It was obvious what was going on here from the start, but that just made it even cuter as they fell in love again.

I think it is a shame we didn’t get more human Cas content, but I guess it is too late now. I hope you enjoy these fics, and if you ever have a specific list you want me to make, feel free to ask!

#writer cas #castiel #supernatural #ficrecs #fanfics #destiel #dexter #soulmate au

[heartwoodventures]

Under the Mask

After landing with a thud Nazyl would feel slightly lightheaded from the sudden teleport, his surroundings different from where he once fought off the voidsent with his companions. From the way the trees looked, he could tell he was still within the Shroud but it was off, the pressure of voidsent was all over the area and even around the trees a fleshy substance was starting to form.

The sound of small cackling echoed throughout the area, masks floated around the area but one stuck out from the others that had made root into a tree that flesh was oozing out of.

“Dammit, I got careless…was bound ta happen one o’ these suns…” He reached up to brush at his chin, blinking some, “…Don’t think I’m dead. Hmph, devil probableh couldn’t find a way ta eat me…wouldn’t get anehthin’ outta it.” He spoke to himself, mostly to keep himself grounded as everything around him quickly turned to a hellish landscape, “Where is this…?” Getting up to get a better look at his surroundings, stopping on the mask rooted into the tree. A chill ran down his spine, panic suddenly gripping him…but no, that voidsent is dead. Gamigin is no longer. Something evil had rooted itself into the wood as a means to anchor itself here, "What the hells…”

The masks that floated around the area all turned towards the lalafell, their mouths opening and closing, making a clicking sound as if to communicate with one another. The larger mask on the tree had slits where the eyes would be that started to glow an eerie purple.

Nazyl may have developed an irrational fear of masks…though given what he had to go through before this, that was understandable, the moving and clicking causing the hairs on his neck to stand on end. Mythrite was drawn, and in his shield hand rested a bottle of holy water, “This where ye’ve set up huh?!” He shouted up at the masks, “Always got a place ta return ta eh? Not while I’m here ye don’t. Yer time here has come ta an end!” He pointed the blade up at them, winding his left hand back.“Hope the othahs made it out alright…they seemed green, but they can handle a single persona aye…?”

The larger mask’s mouth started to creak open and once it was fully open a banshee of a scream fell from its jaws, it rattled the area around them and the smaller voidsents screamed in delight as they darted through the air. A clear sign the leader had given its orders already.

Nazyl flinched, his eyes going shut from the shrill noise. That was it, the start, and the demons now flew around him. He was alone in an unfamiliar place, with darkness all around–the normal for a void hunter. He recovered, frowning and readying himself, watching the moving voidsent carefully, “…Wondah if that pearl will work here…” He mused, pouring a trickle of the water down his sword, igniting it in white flames.

Five small voidsent charged at the lalafell with great speed, their mouths opened wide and an icy mist could be seen forming within their open jaws. One after the other they launched at him like little torpedo’s, they weren’t aiming for any vital areas but mainly for his limbs.

The void hunter let the demons come for him…he was in his element here. With a turn of the wrist, the first was dashed across his shield, and with that motion he flowed into a flaming arc that parried another, metal against darkened fangs in a deadly, flashy dance that left him unscathed, affording no openings, and when they came about for another round, they were met with fierce counter strikes, another flowing dance that had the white-hot blade sever the lesser voidsent cleanly in two, bashing the others into the ground to finish them off, their cries music to his ringing ears. The butchering ended with their ashes, pointing the blade back up at the master mask, “Now ye’ve realleh done it.”

The lesser voidsent that remained clicked their jaws as they watched their brethren die in front of them. Each one turned to the tree as if wondering what to do next, clearly outmatched by the voidsent slayer. The leader opened its mouth again and inhaled deeply to suck in the lesser masks into its mouth, five of them in total went in and the leader snapped its mouth shut. The slits of its eyes grew brighter and its ‘mouth’ seemed to move as something formed within it.

Once it was done 'chewing’ its mouth opened and a large blob slid out of its mouth and dropped to the ground with a thud, something within seemed to be trying to punch its way out and seconds later five masks shot out and found its home on the body. Limbs shooting out just like the last one he fought back with his companions Nazyl was now faced to face alone with the same creature he once battled before.

Nazyl frowned. He couldn’t reach the mask above but doing this had to cost it some manner of aether to perform…in essence, it couldn’t keep this up forever. The question was…how long did he have to fight to get to that point? Even now it simply felt like a test, “Just ye wait…” He growled, stepping forward, but only to throw the bottle of sanctified liquid right towards the reformed persona, “Die damn ye!”

The Persona roared in pain as its body fell to the ground, its mouths clicking rapidly as its limbs sucked back into its body as if trying to hide from the void hunter. Its mouths opened and closed slowly as if it were trying to calm itself from the pain…..or was it really. Without warning the four tendrils that were its limbs shot out from underneath Nazyl in an attempt for a surprise attack. It was a crafty bugger and the lalafell would have to be quick on his feet to dodge its limbs.

The Lalafell squinted, mayhaps he should start with the holy tools first to debilitate it…and before he knew it, black tendrils whipped from the dark and struck him from underneath, lashing across his chest, legs and arms, forcing him back with his shield up, "GAGH! Bastard, had me fooled fer a nonce…” He spat, “Alright…” He held his now quenched sword at the ready, testing the defenses of the tendrils with quick, snapping strikes.

The tendrils swatted away the strikes and those that hit felt like small paper-cuts to the beast, the four tendrils waved in a frenzy as each one came slamming back down towards the ground to slam into Nazyl causing his shield to be battered away, forcing him back yet again with another lashing, dripping blood beneath him, “Tch…” He unhooked another bottle, “I shoulda waited fer Go Bi ta finish me blade…” He tossed the holy water towards the appendages and rushed to follow with a spinning strike, hoping to catch the flames on his sword again. Mayhaps he should try and back off if he could defeat this incarnation.

The limbs waved wildly as one was cut clean off and fell to the ground, wiggling as the flames swallowed it and soon nothing was left but ash on the ground where the tendril once was. The voidsent roared in pain as it lost one of its arms, one of the masks sunk into the body before reappearing on one of the tendrils, its mouth opening wide to spew a large amount of ice towards Nazyl, covering even the ground below the void hunters feet to make it difficult for him to move.

He dove to get away from the ice, kicking off the forest debris to launch himself towards the newly formed mask, spinning into an aerial sawblade to shred the face into pieces–the source of a persona’s power. Without that, it would diminish in power at least.

The mask slammed its head into the blade and a sickening cracking noise reached the lalafell’s ears, the mask had cracked from the blow but it would still be able to fight and that’s exactly what it did. Opening wide the voidsent clamped down onto Nazyl’s sword and lashed the man back and forth through the air to make the swordsman let go of his weapon.

Nazyl held fast, quickly clapping his other hand onto the mask to keep himself from being flung. it was here he used the opportunity to bash his shield into the mask repeatedly, in an attempt to shatter the rest of it into tiny pieces, “What kinda persona…are ye?! Ye got more fortitude than an aurochs!”

With a final blow from Nazyl’s shield the mask finally crumbled into tiny pieces and releasing Nazyl’s sword from its hold, and when that mask vanished so did that tendril however he still had two more to worry about and the voidsent wasn’t too happy Nazyl was out besting it. The last two remaining limbs started to rapidly smash against the ground in an attempt to squish its target.

Nazyl had its number now. His study of this strangely powerful persona had yielded some results, and that he could predict the movements of each tendril before it struck, deftly bounding out of the way and far from their reach, panting, “Definiteleh got a lot ta work with here…” He withdrew a silver knife and held it between his fingers, narrowing his eyes at the multitude of masks beyond the writhing black. He spun to throw it with heavy force, aiming to at least pierce one mask with it, reaching for his ear afterward to open the line, “Dunno if anehone can hear this, but this is Nazyl Tharazyl, stuck in a remote…part o’ the Shroud with heaveh void activiteh. I’m requestin’ assistance.”

As the knife flew through the air and at its target a small 'thunk’ was heard as it hit one of the masks but had done no damage to it. The swordsman would hear his linkpearl start to flicker with static as a voice spoke up over it. “Nazyl!? By the twelve I’m on my way.” The voice would be familiar to him and he could hear the sound of heavy boots hitting the ground along with the sound of a chamber door closing shut. “Whatever yer dealin’ with out there try and hide till I’m able to get to you.”

“Hm…Normalleh ye can’t hide from the void, but…” He stared at the tendrils and persona, “The seals might make me hidden aftah all…” He assumed a defensive stance, putting the shield at the front.

The tendrils shot back underground and back to its home within the voidsent, its arms returning to normal and it started to crawl its way around the area, mouths opening and closing to make the clicking noise that bounced around the area.

Nazyl held still, confused at first. Was he so invisible to it already? The clicking seemed odd…until he had a thought. It’s trying to locate him through sound. If he posed as still debris, he may be able to buy himself time…he could hope that the person on the other line knew where to find him.

Mouth clicking faster it faced Nazyl’s direction and at an alarming rate the Persona shot towards the void hunter, its hands digging into the ground to drag it across the ground and didn’t stop when it reached Nazyl. Its body went to slam into his shield with great force and the void hunter would either have to block the attack or move out of the way.

The lalafell went wide-eyed at the sudden lunge. He was right, it was trying to find him through sound. His body lurched to the side and he turned, now that that main body of the demon was here, he swung out his blade into the black mass to tear into it as it sped by. It must be able to find his heartbeat and breathing. “Yer luckeh I don’t got Atgalia with me…ye’d be dust alreadeh.”

One of the masks was quick to move in the way where the blade wanted to strike its exposed body, its mouth jittering as if laughing to mock the Lalafell for not being quick enough. Its hands dug into the ground and its large body rotated in a circle to slam into Nazyl, not giving the poor lalafell much time to catch a break.

Nazyl Tharazyl turned to meet the swiftly moving persona, too fast for him to react as it forced its whole weight onto him, slamming him into the ground. He felt his body shriek in pain, feeling fatigued and the damage begin to catch up with him, “L-laugh at me will ye…” He had a dangerous plan in this position…a last resort to keep himself from dying in this rotten hell. He grabbed the voidsent with one hand, and unhooked his last bottle with the other, only to shove it straight into the black mass and squeeze hard enough to shatter the glass.

One of the masks ripped itself from the body that held the shattered bottle and whatever contents were within it, flying off to a distance the voidsent started to shake before bursting into a million pieces. The last remaining masks moved over the body to make their main focus on the downed lalafell, they all opened their mouths in sync with one another but before they could do anything a blast was heard that took the mask off the voidsent and something slammed down onto it. “Not on my watch ya damn beast!” Gunblade stabbed into the void N'yami held the voidsent in place so Nazyl could gain his footing again. “Get up and move away if ya can while I have it locked down!” The voidsent thrashed back and forth to try to get the gunblade wielding Miqo'te off its back.

“Right on time…” He half chortled, turning to punch the ground, forcing himself up to move and gain his bearings. He fished for a potion, something to keep the pain away, for now, gulping whatever he had down, “I owe ye one.”

“Can owe me a drink once we get out of here.” N'yami grinned down at Nazyl before reaching into her pocket to pull out something marble shaped to toss within one of the voidsents mouth. Removing her gunblade from the beast the Seeker jumped down from the beast and snatched Nazyl off the ground. “Sorry sorry sorry sorry! Gotta move gotta move!” The sorry’s were a mixture of the discomfort she was probably causing for Nazyl's battle wounds and also for carrying him like a sack of popotos. It was with good intentions cause not a moment later a large blast went off that caused the voidsent to explode and the explosion itself caused a large knockback that sent the two tumbling to the ground to roll a few fulms. “Shit! Nazyl you alright?!”

Nazyl was ready to continue fighting…but the Seeker had decided otherwise, her arm sweeping him right up, a confused noise escaping him, “Wh-what?! HEY! We’re just gonna leave it here?! It’s–!” He was immediately interrupted by a massive blast, sending him rolling into the red floor. Slightly dazed, he waited until the world stopped spinning to sit up, “Urgh…” He groaned. “…..That bettah have killed it…there’s more….”

“What do you mean there’s more!?!?” Looking back over to the tree the Seeker noticed the large mask that had made its home on the large tree as it let out a shrill shriek. “Oh gods there’s more…..” Ears laid flat against her head N'yami had to figure out a plan to get them both out of here. “How much fight you got left in ya?”

“It got me a couple of times…drew blood, n’ near crushed me. I’ve dulled the pain some with some medicine, but that’s not gonna last ferevah. I’ll fight 'em 'till I draw me last breath, but I get the feelin’ ye won’t accept that as an option."Nazyl Tharazyl stood, dusting the blood and  gore off, "I’ll keep fightin’ as long as ye can.”

N'yami Synch gritted her teeth as she stared at the voidsent, both of them were stuck in a bad situation luckily N'yami’s carbuncle Whackara was already heading back to Heartwood to report where the two’s location was. “Stick close to me, you owe me a drink remember? That means we’re getting out.” Sliding into position the Seeker took a defensive stance in front of her friend and the lalafell would feel an immense amount of aetherical pressure coming off her as her ruby orbs started to glow. Even the voidsent could sense it and the smaller ones started to dive down towards N'yami and Nazyl while in the back the larger persona started to shake and the roots of the voidsent popped up from under the ground.

 "This again…“ Nazyl steeled himself for the onslaught, catching many of the smaller swarming demons with well-placed bashes and slashes, but fatigue caused him to slip, letting one through to strike him from behind, his tunic tearing, "Damn ye…”

The gunblade user twirled on her toes as her blade danced through the air to slice the voidsent that were unlucky to connect with it, the Seeker didn’t realize how fast the little bastards were one slammed into her stomach while the last into her back. She coughed up a pained noise but there was no time for the two to expect what was to come, large tendrils shot towards them while they were distracted by the smaller voidsents.

The tendrils grabbed them each by the leg and dragged them down, starting to slowly drag the two towards the tree to hold them hostage there. N'yami tried blasting the tendril with her gunblade but it seemed the thing wouldn’t budge even after the shots it took. “What in the seven hells is this!? Let go ya bastard!”

Nazyl repeatedly stabbed at the tendril, but without the holy enchantments his hunting blade had, he feared he wouldn’t be getting very far. Even with the silver he managed to draw and thrust into the devil’s flesh, it didn’t seem to be enough, and he had exhausted the rest of his tools, “What do ye hope ta gain with me eh?! Ye won’t get nothin’ outta me!” He glanced to Yami, a frown forming. She was far more at risk. He twisted his body, and with a roar he swung out in a large arc towards Yami’s captor, hoping to free her at least from the clutches of the demon. He’d be without strength to free himself…but the voidsent wouldn’t get anything from taking him alive.

Nazyl grunted as his blade didn’t cut through all the way, his hand slipping from the handle. He wondered if mayhaps he needed more training….this sword was impeccably well made, yet he found almost no use from it since he obtained it. That world did more to him than he had thought, “C'mon…” He caused the void quite a bit of pain, with a painful roar the tendril N'yami was held captive in thrashed in every direction. “I’m not a fan of this!” The Seeker squeaked out as she attempted to keep her stomach calm. “Not a fan at all!” N'yami tried her best to aim her gunblade at the spot Nazyl had cut into as she swung through the air, it was now or never so she took the shot and another scream from the mask echoed throughout the area and with one quick flick of its tendril the Seeker was sent straight into its mouth and all Nazyl would see is Yami’s final attempt to keep him safe as a ball of aether was sent flying towards him to absorb around him. The aether that covered the lalafell was comforting as if he were being hugged by someone to keep him safe. “They’ll be here soon just hang on a bit longer!” She yelled from the mouth before it slammed shut.

He watched in horror as the Seeker was devoured, “NO! Ye…yer the one who’s in danger from this!” he cried out, but it was fruitless. Nothing he could do now, when his weapon had fallen to the floor, and he was out of tools. His strength had waned, and he could do little but stare at the mask with sheer hatred. If the rest of them showed up, he’d make sure this thing wouldn’t go back to the void–he was going to destroy it permanently.

All the two could do was wait for help to arrive and hope that it got here quickly, the tendril brought Nazyl towards the tree to stick him against the flesh of the tree to hold him hostage. Will Heartwood make it in time to save their comrades?

#heartwood ventures #Heartwood plots #nazyl tharazyl #n'yami synch #ffxiv balmung #balmung rp #voidsent #ffxiv rp

[cranberrytaboo]

A New Old Face

"What are we looking at here?"

Crow tapped a nail against the thick bars of the cage. Inside, the captive remained still, an eerie smile permanently plastered across its face.

Bright clicked his pen, then jotted something down on his clipboard. "Not certain. Most of the preliminary tests were inconclusive. This... this object, it used to be a man, but that's about all the field researchers could make of it."

"That makes two in this room." Grumbled a disgruntled junior researcher from the corner of the room. Clearly, he was loathe to abandon any credit he might earn for studying the new subject, and the arrival of Crow and Bright set him on edge.

A calm glare from Bright gave the researcher pause. "Tell me, then, since you're so clever. Where did this guy come from?"

The researcher cleared his throat, suddenly a bit nervous. Bright had a reputation, after all. "Well, the Foundation received a distress signal that the subject was loose, displaying hostile and aggressive behavior and attacking on sight."

"So?"

"So Squad Fairly was sent to neutralize and capture the subject."

At the mention of Kodak's team, Bright cackled, tossing his head to the side. "We're lucky to have the subject in one piece, if that's the case!"

"Is there any recording of the event?" Crow interjected, grateful to move the subject from the junior researcher's previous gaffe.

"Bits and pieces, yes." The researcher admitted. "A few blurry phone captures- we scrubbed them quickly from the web-- as well as some overhead footage from one of our helicopters."

"Civilian video and a grainy-ass chopper feed are both next to useless. Better to hear it from the man himself, then." Bright stepped to an intercom console.

"The subject has been completely non-verbal, but-- Oh. God. You mean you want to talk to..."

"My buddy Captain Fairly, that's right." A glimmer of sadism. "And if you're lucky, his husband will come testify, too."

Captain Fairly. Please come to Holding Area A15. And bring Larry along, while you're at it.

The trio sat in silence for some time, the junior researcher's gaze flicking between the anomalous doctors before him, and occasionally towards the dead-eyed gaze of the creature in containment.

Before long, a dark patch of rust began to form on the outer edge of the wall. Slow at first, it rapidly expanded before opening a wide hole, through which stepped Kodak, Lawrence trailing nonchalantly behind.

"Afternoon, Bright." The quality of Lawrence's voice was resonant, as if it had a natural echo. Added to gravel from over one hundred years of decay, alongside a pleasant, friendly tone that contrasted sharply with the behavior described in his files, the result left the junior researcher pulling at his own tie, suddenly feeling an oppressive weight.

Bright seemed completely oblivious, lifting his arms to his sides like a frat bro greeting his cohort. "Fairlys! Just the men I wanted to see."

Kodak shoved his hands in his pockets, looking only slightly put out. "We were trying to take it easy, Doctor Bright." The word doctor dripped with sarcasm.

"My apologies, but I'll try to make this worth your while. See, Doctor..."

The junior researcher bristled a bit with indignation. "Brand. Doctor Hoff Brand."

"Yeah, yeah. Doctor Thunder over here, he says we don't have any decent video of what happened on the ground when you found this ugly son of a bitch."

Lawrence peered through the bars of the cage. "I don't think he's that bad-looking. Though, that may be personal bias." The anomaly gazed back at Lawrence unblinkingly, teeth stained with blood.

Finally, Crow spoke again, tail waving from side to side curiously. "Well, then. Captain Fairly, could we ask you for an overview?"

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Squad Fairly stalked cautiously down the empty streets. General panic and cooperation from local law enforcement had cordoned off the area to civilians, and no stragglers remained. As the nature of what they were hunting had not yet been determined, the platoon remained relatively close together.

One of them, a younger man named Maxie, murmured into his earpiece with a thick southern drawl. "Anyone got visual on the target yet?"

"Nothing." "Not yet, no." "That's a negative, hoss."

"Shh! I see something." Dimitri held up a hand, then gestured down an alley between two brick buildings.

Kodak leaned into his own communicator. "Lieutenant Silver, take ten men and flank the back of these buildings. Keep distance and do not engage unless necessary." He paused. "The rest of you, behind me."

Beneath his feet, Kodak's shadow darkened considerably, then shifted sideways. Lawrence emerged from the ground, eyes focused forward.

"Can you see it?" Kodak murmured to his anomaly.

"I see the outline, yeah. Looks like a person, or at least humanoid. It's got hands and feet, anyway."

After a few long moments, Silver's voice crackled in Kodak's ear. "We're in position. Ready for the approach."

Kodak motioned forwards with his hand and carefully stepped into the alleyway, soundlessly, as if gliding. (He could have glided if he wanted to, but this operation required more finesse.) Lawrence stalked right by his side, paying no heed to the pooling blood that lapped his bare soles, nor to the mangled remains of civilians who had no doubt been at ground zero when the anomaly emerged.

He stopped a good 5 meters away from the target, now able to get a good look at it through his infrared goggles. A few members of the platoon tensed up around him, looking almost sick.

As Lawrence had pointed out, it was humanoid, yes. It had arms, legs, a body, and a head, and was bipedal. That was about where the similarities stopped. Based on the distortion of the infrared, Kodak guessed that the body was a sickly plaster, the color of spoiled milk. The creature's eyes reflected the scant light of bare-bulb streetlamps in the distance. It had no nose to speak of, and if it had once had lips, it didn't anymore, leaving behind a permanent, twisted grin.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." Maxie breathed as softly as he could muster.

Kodak fell silent, nearly motionless. The sunken eyes and bare-toothed grimace reminded him so much of a face he had tried so hard to put in the back of his head.

Beside him, Lawrence bristled, then licked over his own teeth. The movement seemed to snap Kodak back to the present, and he addressed his communications device again. "Silver, I want all of your guns trained on this fucking thing." 

The "thing" remained motionless, save for the appearance that it was so slightly rocking back and forth, subtle enough to be missed entirely by untrained eyes. Fortunately for Kodak, he was very well trained.

"It's rocking. Barely. Antsy. Ready to spring. Be cautious." He continued to approach now, taking even more careful steps towards the anomaly. Once he was close enough, he could hear it breathe. It was a horrible rattling sound, guttural and throaty, hissing through clenched teeth. It remained still, but its eyes stayed fixed on Kodak as he approached.

The ground underneath Kodak darkened as Lawrence prepared to drop him the moment anything went wrong. 

Creeping slowly, Kodak moved past the entity, reaching for his tool belt and preparing to capture it.

In a moment, it had dashed past him, leaping towards Maxie and attempting to expose his throat with fingers curled like claws.

"Oh, son of a bitch! Get this damn thing off me!" Maxie staggered back, trying to beat at the creature with the butt of his gun.

Kodak pointed his own weapon, then hesitated. Maxie was struggling too hard for Kodak to be certain he could make the shot without hurting him. Instead, he rushed forward, grabbing the anomaly by the skull and trying to yank it away. The creature, however, was intent, and almost seemed utterly immovable. Kodak attempted to punch at it, with little response.

"Why do I keep getting stuck with the fuckers that don't register pain?!" The captain growled.

Frustrated, Kodak attempted to grapple the creature's arms. Its skin was strangely loose against the flesh, so maintaining his grasp was difficult. However, he managed to pull one arm back, then the other. Unfazed, it continued to lunge its neck forward, snapping at Maxie's neck. Maxie leaned his head back as far as it could go, then managed to wrench himself from the creature's vise-like legs.

Dimitri rushed forward and took over for Kodak, holding the arms steady as Kodak cuffed the creature before binding it with belts for good measure. Once again, he leaned into his communicator, this time reaching out to the helicopter hovering overhead. "Get us a fucking container for this thing, now! I doubt it's going to be held down for long like this."

However, Kodak's concerns proved unfounded. The creature, once subdued, remained still, and was ushered into containment with little incident.

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Bright whistled. "That's quite the story, Captain. Congratulations on apprehending it. Now, if only we knew where it came from." He glanced over to the cage again, looking at the anomaly. It's glassy eyes were still locked to Lawrence's.

Just as quickly as before, it struck, dashing at the bars and reaching between them as much as it could, clawing at the air just before Lawrence with wild-eyed determination. Lawrence took a step back and wrinkled his nose.

Before Kodak could react violently, Bright held up a hand. "I get it, Kodak, but unfortunately, we need this sample alive. Testing it will be difficult, but we've managed with far deadlier."

Kodak's hand slowly slipped away from the handle of his rifle. "Any reports of other instances of it?"

"Not so far. I'm with you on that point, though-- I don't think this is a one-off entity like the Lawrence or the lizard. It lacks direction or purpose... I think it's just one of many, and its source is elsewhere."

"So, rather than being an object itself, it's an instance of manifestation caused by an independent object." Crow paused. "That's your current theory?"

Bright nodded. "I'm willing to bet that's the case. There's a sort of pattern that it's following, but its a little hard to explain. I'd like to run some more thorough tests. Are the blood results back yet?" He looked to the junior researcher expectantly.

"Not yet."

"Alright. Then for now, how about you do me a favor, and get close enough to the containment cell that it reaches out again? I want a closer look at those hands."

Brand grit his teeth, then snapped. "I don't answer to a talking fucking necklace."

Bright's expression didn't falter, it simply seemed to darken. With a casual smile, he glanced over at Kodak. Kodak, for his part, was starting to see what Bright meant by this visit being worth his while.

He cut Bright an inquisitive gaze. Does it matter to you whether this guy survives? His expression read.

Bright's eyes crinkled and sparkled with joy. Not in the slightest.

The silent exchange was the last thing Junior Researcher Hoff Brand saw before being pulled under.

#my writing #long af #kodak fairly #horror--/-/-/-/ #gruesome-/-/-/-

[starswornoaths]

Prompt 9: Hesitation

Serella has not always been a Paladin. And though she has always strove for doing good, she has not always been inherently nice.

Or:

Have some backstory, because I’ve decided she’s as much of a mess as I could possibly make her. Also, this is how her and Zephina meet.

Content warning: though there is no depiction of it, there is mention of human trafficking and animal poaching. It isn’t graphic, but it is there, and I didn’t want to startle anyone with it. Also, violence.

Word count: 1,769

J’hbet might not have always found a good little rabbit to catch in his trap, but that didn’t diminish the worth of the hunt. 

And J’hbet...well. J’hbet was a good, patient hunter. 

How many little ones had he managed to catch wandering, alone, scared, and managed to convince them to hop into his awaiting claws eagerly? Too many to count, and it didn’t matter to him anyway. The hunt, the chase, the catch was all that mattered. They were grateful to him, his prey. Him, their savior, giving them a hot meal and a warm bed when they were lost and alone and cold. 

They always sang a different tune when he sold them the next day.

He wasn’t entirely sure which of the little rabbits were sent to work and which ones were sent to sell their bodies. He didn’t care. Coin was coin was glittering coin, after all, and he wasn’t paid to ask questions. 

He hunted more than just rabbits, of course— to keep his services diverse and his pool of income wide, he also hunted actual animals, those stalking around, cocksure in their protection from their precious Twelveswood. They never saw his arrow coming until it was already too late. For them, anyway.

His belt jingled with the hefty reward he had collected for another caravan’s worth of hunting trophies. The hard glares and hisses of disdain fell on deaf ears— what could anyone do to him? The Wood Wailers were content to leave him be, and the Adders were too busy for someone like him. His confidence was more than earned, far as he was concerned.

Not to let it be said he was rude, he gave the Wailer guarding the Wolf Gate a salute on his way into the Shroud. He had manners, after all.

Sure, he felt their glare warm the back of his head, but he paid it no mind. How could they touch him? If they were going to, they would have done it by then. He’d been doing as he pleased for years by then, surely this was a sign that the Twelveswood was fine with his actions?

J’hbet strolled down the path, his wandering aimless and his spirits high. Mayhap he would see if that outpost on the fringes of the Shroud was still operating; he always liked their Stingbrew—

Had he not heard the faint whistle of the arrow sailing toward him, it would have hit him in his temple.

He ducked, though he swore he could feel it whiz over the top of his head, just between his ears. There was a dull thunk— it must have hit a tree beside the path. With that wind, his nose picked up a faint scent of...cloves? Was that cloves? Fumbling with his own bow and trying to draw and arrow of his own with trembling hands, his sharp eyes scanned the tree lines. Travelling deep enough in the wood that even the sun could not reach him made for low visibility, but he could faintly see someone— or something— dashing across the higher branches of the treetops. Though it was too dark to clearly see the figure, it looked slight, almost like a young child, if he were to guess.

“C-come out!” J’hbet managed to shout around the hammering of his heart. “I see you there! You don’t scare me none!”

Only the rustling of the trees answered him. 

With eyes still trained on the treeline he walked backwards toward the tree the arrow had sunk into. When he blindly reached up to rip the arrow free, he was startled when his fingers brushed against parchment— and his eyes snapped to the arrow before he could think otherwise. 

A note, rolled around the arrow shaft and tied with a bit of rough twine. J’bhet half wondered if the archer had originally meant to nearly kill him, or if the note was just in case they missed. 

Holstering his weapon, he took a few careful sniffs of the arrow. His nose had been correct: cloves, with an underlying flowery scent he couldn’t quite place. 

Hands still shaking with adrenaline, he plucked the twine free and let the arrow fall to the ground in favor of unfurling the parchment. Writ in some dark red stain of ink— or blood, he could not be certain— the note warned:

YOU ARE KNOWN TO THE WOOD. FIND A BETTER PATH, OR YOURS WILL END.

J’hbet was a good, patient hunter. He had caught many a little rabbit in his trap, and had earned his pay.

And now J’hbet was the hunted. He wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled or terrified.

Challenged for the first time, his hands would not stop shaking. His heart would not calm. His breathing grew shuddered and yet, all he could do was laugh. What started as a soft, wheezy chuckle rapidly grew to a wild, manic howl of uproarious cackling. 

“Is this all you’ve got? I ain’t scared a’ you! I ain’t scared a’ no one!” 

As he ran off, cackling all the while, he did not notice how he was watched by mismatched eyes, nor the bright teeth that pulled back into a snarl in the dark. By the time he had thought to look over his shoulder, his hunter was long gone. 

The first few days following the foreboding note, J’hbet operated with one eye over his shoulder, made a point to deviate from his usual routes, insisted on new meeting places for his clients— he had even avoided hunting altogether. His pockets could handle the break. He had seen to that.

After a week, he began to hesitantly take on more hunting— though only of animals, just to be safe. The less he was in the more populated areas, surely, the less likely he would be followed. 

But after a fortnight had come and gone, and still he had not been attacked again, he laughed at himself for being so worked up, and decided to go rabbit hunting once again. 

And oh, but he found a most promising little one this time; not quite into womanhood, this young Raen earned her coin dancing and singing not far from the Amphitheatre, delighting small crowds and passerby enough that they would offer her gil for a ditty or a dance. She moved like water and sang like a bird. 

She would sell well. 

So J’hbet waited, and mused over the gil he would make off of his new, young muse. Waited until the crowds thinned, waited until she packed up her lyre and dancing chakrams, waited until she began to leave Gridania proper. 

The moment she reached the deeper parts of the treeline, he would pounce.

His little rabbit must have realized she was being followed, however, as she took off in a sprint to get deeper into the woods. Fearful of losing his prey, he gave chase, lips already pulling into a grin.

The hunt was beginning.

When he left the starlight long behind him and the wood became an inky sea of black, however, he hesitated; the Raen, ivory scales still bright enough to guide him to her like a star in the sky, was all he could see, and if he was not careful—

In his hesitation, his hunter struck.

Her arrow struck him in the calf— as she had intended. He toppled over with a startled cry of agony, clutching at his leg like a wounded animal caught in her trap. Even as he wildly looked around for his assailant she remained perched upon the tree branch in a low crouch, watching him squirm, letting himself panic, just a little. It made the kill easier. 

She glanced over to find the girl who he had been tracking. When she couldn’t see her, she was satisfied that the marked girl had made her escape, and descended.

J’hbet seemed to not expect the young girl who revealed herself, bow drawn and eyes trained on his every twitch. Even though his writhing, he gaped at her through wide, disbelieving eyes. As if he couldn’t believe that the scrawny slip of a girl had managed to do what authorities hadn’t for years. 

“You?!” He cried. “But...but you’re a child!”

“No different from your victims, then.” The girl with the mismatched eyes noted flatly.

“I’ll kill you, you little bi—!” When she fired a second arrow it grazed his cheek enough to slice his skin deeply. Even through the copper scent of his blood, he picked up that same scent of cloves and flowers from before off of the arrow feathers. His stomach dropped. “No…”

“You were warned.” She drew another arrow. 

Before she could let her next shot loose, his neck seemingly sprouted a chakram, its steel glinting in the faint starlight that managed to trickle in through the treetops. He looked down at the weapon dug into the junction between his neck and shoulder, at the blood running down in rivulets, as if in disbelief. From the shadows, a dainty hand reached out, gripped the handle of the chakram, and ripped it across his neck. 

The archer girl didn’t even flinch when his blood splattered across her scarred face, instead peering at the other young girl curiously.

“You could have run.” She mused.

“I was going to kill him anyway.” The dancer huffed, wiping her weapon on the grass to clean it of blood. “He’d been following me since I was in the city. I’m not stupid.”

“I can tell.” The Elezen archer tipped her chin up and asked, “I can tell this isn’t your first time, either.”

“First time here, for what it’s worth—”

“Shh.” The Elezen girl pressed a finger to her lips, long ear perked. “You hear that shouting?”

At first, the dancer didn’t hear anything, but just as she was about to say as much, she began to hear the thumping of many heavy footsteps.

“Did this guy have friends?” She asked, already readying her chakrams.

“Not sure— could be Wailers that heard him screaming.” After a moment, the Elezen archer offered, “let’s get out of here, yeah? We can figure shite out later.”

“I don’t even know you—” The Raen began to argue.

“Serella.” The Elezen said hastily. “Name’s Serella. You?”

“...Zephina.” She admitted.

“Now you know me, now let’s not stick around to find out who that is, yeah?” Serella offered.

Though Zephina was not entirely trustful of the girl, the reasoning was sound. Not knowing that their fates were now inextricably tied together, they left into the trees and off the path with no more hesitation.

#FFxivWrite2019 #Serella Arcbane #Zephina Arlentes #ffxiv #backstory stuff #yeah she was feral for a few years there #*shrug* #mentions of violence #mentions of human trafficking #mentions of poaching

[mymothershumility]

❝ So, um…what did you get me for our anniversary? ❞

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Laira sipped quietly at her tea, putting the mug to rest against her bent knee. Legs and feet drawn onto the cushioned bench with her, the designer allowed her gaze to linger out over the dark water around the yacht. The moon had climbed higher in the sky since she had wandered into the galley. She could scarcely make out its bleary silver reflection along the top of the water now. There was still something picturesque about the surroundings, though. Even in the dead of night, there was a hint of serenity to it.

Footsteps caught her attention, had her eyes glancing back towards the entrance to the galley. They were heavy, drunken ones. Even before she saw the figure that emerged in the galley doorway, Laira knew who the steps belonged to. Her mood soured quickly, eyes going back to the scenery beyond the yacht. Even the darkness that surrounded the boat was better company than the individual that was now stumbling into the galley to join her.

“Sister,” came the singsongy greeting from the galley doorway, “what a pleasant surprise.”

Laira knew it was not her imagination that detected hints of malice in Rubyn’s tone. Sister and brother had long since passed beyond amicable relations with one another. The only time, in fact, that Rubyn surfaced into her life was when he was in search of money… or, when he wished to torment her or her sisters. It was the latter of the two instances that had been occurring more often than not in recent years. Since her father had become so well off after divorcing their mother, Rubyn hadn’t needed to come to her demanding money that she’d never surrendered over to him.

She gave no verbal response to him, eyes glancing back to where he was moving into the galley. Her eyes soon returned to their original point of interest, gaze settling and watching her brother’s movements through his reflection in the glass windows around them.

“No response? No greeting?” Rubyn pressed on, form colliding with one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table. “Are you too good to speak with your big brother now?” he asked her. “Too important?” He reached a hand out towards her, fingers making to grab for a fistful of her hair. His hand was immediately blocked, slapped away by the back of Laira’s own.

“Perhaps I am merely stunned, Rubyn,” she returned to him, hand still held up in defense. “The past has shown that you seldom leave your rooms while being entertained by one of your mistresses,” she stated, voice pleasant sounding despite the implication of her words. “I suppose she had other matters to attend to tonight, though. However, if I recall, you and Father have always been happy to share mutual items of interest in the past. Tell me, is that still the case now that Father has married Paula? Do you both still share with one another?”

The words were cutting, ones that she’d allowed to slip forth with the ferocity and stealth of a coiled viper. Laira continued to watch her brother’s reflection in the glass, watched as his face shifted and contorted with noticeable rage. The hand that had been raised to take a fistful of her hair was raised again, the intent far more malicious.

“You little bi-”

Neither the strike nor the insult ever came. Instead, Laira heard the pained cry her brother gave as his arm was snatched backwards behind his back. She also felt the force of him striking the table, pinned firmly in place by someone who outmatched him not only in weight and height, but in strength as well.

“I am sure that you remember Hal. Don’t you, Rubyn?” she questioned, bringing her mug up to sip her tea again. “He is one of the pilots that flew you and Father out earlier today,” she reminded him. There was no remorse as she turned to face her brother, legs dropping back to the floor beneath her while she watched him jerk about and attempt to throw Hal off. The pilot never budged, not even when her brother snapped out his next threat.

“I’ll have you fired for this!” Rubyn yelled back at Hal, fighting and thrashing as hard as he could to get the pilot off of him. He only grew more frustrated the more he attempted to budge the man. He was getting nowhere. And, the pilot’s hold only seemed to intensify every time he dared to move.

“I don’t work for you,” Hal reminded. His voice was deceivingly calm. It didn’t match his grip or his expression. “With that in mind, consider this a warning while we’re all here together. You even think about raising a hand to her or if you even look at her the wrong way again, I’ll rip your arm off and throw you overboard,” he stated, pressing Rubyn’s arm up higher along his back. The increased pressure and the strange angle made the Frenchman cry out in clear panic. “You understand?” he questioned, the first hints of anger working their way into his voice.

Another sip was taken out of her mug, Laira’s eyes never leaving her brother’s face. It was not her imagination, she knew, that had her seeing fear flashing briefly through his gaze. “It would be a shame to mar Father’s recent nuptials with such a spectacle. Don’t you agree?” she asked, head canting softly to the side. She began to move along the bench, sliding herself out until she was able to stand on her own two feet once more. “Let him go, Hal. I believe he understands.”

Rubyn rose with a jerk once Hal had released him from his hold. He turned on the pilot and, for a moment, Laira thought he might actually attempt to throw a punch. Her brother seemed to think better of it in the end. Hal stood a head taller than Rubyn and outweighed him by at least fifty pounds.

“I’m sure Father will love knowing whom you’re fucking on his yacht,” the Frenchman spat, glare traveling from Hal and over to Laira. “That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it?” he questioned, syllables marred with disgust. “Fucking him? Shall I go tell Father now? Or would you rather I wait until tomorrow evening when we’re all together? I’m sure our guests would love knowing that an esteemed designer such as yourself allows her hired help to fuck her whenever he wishes.”

The words were crass –vulgar– and enough to make Hal take a threatening step forward. He was stilled by Laira’s hand against his arm, muscles bunching with the unanticipated contact. Rubyn had fled five steps back from Hal’s one, leaving a noticeable gap between them.

“I am sure that Father is well aware of everything that I do,” Laira answered, hand slipping along Hal’s arm until she was able to link her arm through his own. She pressed herself against his side, partially to keep him still and partially to take comfort in his presence. Rubyn had made his threats. There would be nothing that she could do to stop him from running to their father and telling his tale. “He has always made it his business to know.”

Laira gave Hal’s arm a gentle tug, turning so they could begin their journey out of the galley. There was a moment of hesitance from Hal, body going stiff as he continued to stare back at Rubyn.

“Hal,” she murmured, looking back to him. “Leave him. He is not worth what you wish to do.”

The pilot continued to hesitate, jaw clenched and hands bunched into tight fists. He moved a few seconds later without any rebuttal, turning and allowing Laira to lead him out of the galley. Both of them listened for the sounds of drunken footfalls following after them. None came. They both heard the sound of chairs being overturned as they walked, though.

A clear sign of one of Rubyn’s infamous temper tantrums.

The hallways beyond the galley were empty. With the exception of the sounds of her heels clicking along the polished Italian marble, everything else was quiet. It took them a few moments to make it back to her cabin, having to descend a flight of stairs and travel another hallway before arriving at her doors. Both of them passed into the cabin without a sound, only daring to speak after the doors had been shut and securely locked behind the both of them.

Hal was the first to speak, hands reaching so his palms were cupped along the line of her jaw while his eyes darted over her. “Are you okay?” he asked her, searching frantically for any signs of harm. He couldn’t find any. Not the first scratch or the first hair out of place on her. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” God help Rubyn if he had. Hal’d make sure to follow through on the threat that he’d made just a few minutes before.

“I am fine,” Laira assured him, reaching to set her mug down atop the table just inside her doors. “He never touched me.”

The sigh that Hal released was nothing short of relieved. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and then another to the crown of her head. He was glad that he’d been close enough to hear Rubyn when he’d entered the galley and quick enough to subdue him before he’d actually struck Laira.

“You’re all right,” he murmured, the words more reassurance for himself than for her. “You’re okay.”

“I am fine,” Laira told him again, hands reaching to press themselves against his own. “Everything is all right,” she promised him.

Hal nodded, giving her another kiss against the crown of her head. Then, he sighed once more and let his hands drop so he could wrap his arms around her. “You’re sure you don’t want to rethink my offer?” he asked her. All he had to do was make a call into Monte Carlo and have one of Ollie’s helicopters sent out to retrieve them.

She smiled up at him, fighting against a soft laugh. “You already know my answer.”

“I can’t convince you to reconsider?” he asked, drawing her closer to him. “We could stay in our hotel room,” he reminded. “Be completely undisturbed. Enjoy one another’s company.”

“Now you are merely trying to tempt me,” she accused, the laugh that she had been fighting just moments before escaping her. “While we will have to depart come morning, perhaps we could enjoy one another’s company here.” Laira would have preferred their reserved hotel suite in Monte Carlo as well. The Hôtel de Paris was an exquisite place to lounge when one was allowed the opportunity. They could enjoy being together here in her cabin, though. So long as they made certain their doors remained locked, that was.

“I like tempting you,” he reminded, his earlier anger and worry having abandoned him. It was more appealing to focus on her than on the actions of her brother. So long as she was safe, that was all that mattered to Hal in the end. His words were accompanied by a kiss, mouth slanting against her own. His hands remained at her back, fingers splayed possessively across her.

The sigh that she released was content, head tilting to better meet his kiss. Laira stepped more into his hold at the press of his hands against her back. It took no urging for her to link her arms around his neck and only the sweep of his tongue along her bottom lip for her to open for him.

“I despise when you do that,” she muttered several moments later, words breathless and body still trapped against his own. There was no true fire to her words… more desire in its place.

“Like I said,” Hal started, “I like tempting you. You’ve never complained about it in the past, either.” His words were accompanied by an entirely too satisfied smile. “If it’ll make you feel any better,” he began again, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose, “I brought you something from Paris,” he revealed. Hands reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling a crimson colored velvet box from the pocket. “I thought it might go with your necklace,” he told her, fingers briefly ghosting against the silvery dragon necklace caught around her neck.

“An attempt at bribery?” she asked him, still breathless from his kiss. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the velvet box. The necklace she wore was one of her favorites, delicate silver intertwined to form the likeness of three dragons. Hal had known that for a time... had been the one, in fact, that had given her the necklace. “You did not have to bring me anything,” Laira assured, hands disengaging from him to take the box. “Having you here is gift enough for me.”

And, it truly was. It was difficult for Laira to imagine making it through this entire endeavor without Hal to temper her. Fingers tracing along the box, Laira pushed the top back to gaze at the ring inside of it. Nestled in the black velvet, the ring was silver. Delicate strands of silver had been woven and spun until the likeness of three dragon heads had been formed. They were all connected, the likenesses intertwining and connecting. Along the sides of the ring, there was notable scaled detailing to complete the piece.

“It is lovely,” Laira told him, carefully pulling the ring from its place within the velvet and slipping it onto her middle right finger. It fit perfectly, a sign that Hal had not just picked it up for her on impulse. “You did not have to do this,” she reminded him once more.

“We can always call it an early part of our anniversary,” he told her with a smile, teasing her. “So, um…what did you get me for our anniversary?“ he asked, hardly able to keep himself from laughing.

Laira made a thoughtful humming sound, pretending to ponder his inquiry. “I know how much you adore the color green,” she told him, fingers briefly trailing up and along the collar of his shirt. “I brought an item or two along with me that I thought you might enjoy.”

“Lace?” he questioned.

“And silk.”

“You know me too well.”

#neverflownwithme #;transmissions #v; brilliant and beautiful #;drabble #otp; you are the light in the dark

[queercapwriting]

Been having a tough time w/ life in general rn. (I think I need a Clarence moment, like in Its a Wonderful Life, to show me that I'm not completely useless or invisible to everyone.) I should have things figured out by now but I'm questioning so much about myself. Pretty sure I'm either ace or demi (leaning more toward girls tho) but I can't talk about it w/ anyone. I feel so trapped/hopeless. Your fics help give me a bit of hope tho. Could you write a fic w/ Kara & Alex supporting each other?

She hates it.

What she did to James.

Leaving him, and giving him no reason.

Kissing him, and then leaving him, when he’d done nothing wrong.

And she knows, she knows.

Because Alex tells her, over and over, and even James tells her – that she can always leave, for whatever reason. That she needs to assert what she wants, and if she’s not feeling it – not feeling him – that’s all the reason she needs.

But she still hates it.

Hates it, because she has no words for it.

Hates it, until she starts to develop words for it.

Because when Alex comes out to her, she goes on a spree.

A spree of finding all the lesbian media she can, for Alex, for Alex, for Alex.

Everything is for Alex.

Until some of it, she comes to find out, is for her.

Some of it, that explains why she panicked and left James.

Because he made her heart flutter and he made her stammer, but she panicked because she didn’t want to do… other things… with him.

With anyone.

Even though the crushes, the fluttering feelings, continue.

Especially when Lena’s around.

She has words for it, now. For her panic.

Or, she thinks she does.

But the words are scary.

The words, she thinks, means she might be alone forever.

And it would make sense, wouldn’t it?

The Girl of Steel, with a heart of steel. Trapped in her own brokenness, hopeless to ever find what everyone else seems to have.

It’s Alex that tells her.

That tells her there is nothing broken about her.

Because it’s Alex that helps her say the words.

Of course it’s Alex. 

It’s always Alex.

“You know Adrian brought another kid over to dinner with Maggie and me the other night,” Alex tells her casually as they’re doing the dishes, Sister’s Night style.

Alex washes, and Kara gently heat visions the water off the dry plates.

“Yeah?” Kara grunts. She’s not really sure she wants to hear whatever Alex will say next, because Alex has got that voice. That voice she uses when she knows something’s bothering Kara, and she’s trying to help her talk about it.

“Mmhmm. Poor kid’s parents keep trying to get him to go on dates and all that, but first off, he mostly wants to date boys, and second, he doesn’t want to have sex, and he’s worried, you know, that no one will understand or wanna be with him. But I think he had a good time, with us, so that’s good.”

“What, is he religious or something? Doesn’t want to have sex before he gets married?”

Alex shrugs, carefully not looking at her sister. “He might be religious, I’m not sure. But no, that’s not why. He’s asexual. Well, he thinks he might be more on the demi side, but either way, sex isn’t exactly his top priority. I think it was good for him, though. To be in a supportive space. Adrian’s gonna find him an ace support group at the Center.”

There’s a long silence, and Alex keeps washing dishes like she hadn’t rocked Kara’s world. Keeps washing dishes, because she doesn’t need superhearing to hear her sister’s heart racing, to hear her wheels turning.

“So this boy… is bi, but mostly likes other boys.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And he’s ace. Or demi. He’s figuring it out.”

“Yep.”

Alex sets down the glass she’s soaping up to turn to her sister. She rinses her hands and dries them on a towel and reaches for the loose strands of Kara’s hair that have fallen into her panicking face.

“Kar,” is all she says, and it’s all she needs to say.

“Lena probably likes sex,” Kara bursts like she’s been keeping it all in a pressure cooker. Because she has been. “And James definitely does, the way Lucy talks. I just… I don’t know how I could ever offer either of them, or anyone, anything, if I’m just… bro – “

“No, absolutely not, Kara. You are not broken, do you understand me? No. There is nothing broken about you.”

“But if sex isn’t my thing – “

“Then sex isn’t your thing.”

“But then what good am I to anyone I’m in a relationship with?”

Alex’s eyes flood with tears at that, but she holds them in for now, because this is her sister’s turn to cry.

“Kara – “

“No, really, Alex. If I’m… if I’m…”

“If you’re?” Alex provides, the way she’s learned to from her fiancee.

“Ace,” Kara exhales like she’s taking her first breath in centuries. “Or demi. Or somewhere around there, you know? I just…”

“Do you think that boy Adrian brought to dinner is useless in any relationships he might have?”

“Of course not!”

“Why not?”

“Because he sounds like a sweet kid, thoughtful and honest and brave and – oh, no, Alex.”

“What?”

“I see what you’re doing.”

Alex smirks gently. “Which is?”

“You think if you can get me to tell you what that boy would have to offer his partners then I’ll apply the same logic to myself. It doesn’t work like that.”

Alex sighs. “I know it doesn’t, sis. I know. I’m just saying. Kara, Lena or James or anyone – absolutely anyone – would be so damn lucky to date you, to be with you. And I’ve seen you with Lena. You two’ve found plenty of ways to express intimacy with each other without even admitting that you’re basically dating: I’m sure once you actually admit you want to date each other, you’d be able to find even more ways of being intimate that you actually enjoy.”

“I… Lena and I aren’t…”

“Kara.”

Kara narrows her eyes, and for a moment, Alex almost shrinks away from the potential of accidental heat vision. But then Kara just sighs heavily and sinks her forehead onto Alex’s shoulder.

“Why does everything have to be so complicated?” she groans, and Alex kisses her forehead firmly.

“You are amazing, Kara Zor-El Danvers. Absolutely amazing, you hear me? And I’m proud of you. I am so, so proud of you.”

“For being ace?” Kara asks with a tremble, her face screwed up like she’s bracing to be struck by lightening for uttering the words.

“For being ace, for being brave, for being wonderful, for being you,” Alex kisses her forehead again, and Kara breathes in deep, letting her face relax as she tries – with the beginnings of success – to believe it.

#danvers sisters #danvers sisters hurt/comfort #ace kara danvers #bi kara danvers #danvers sisters fic

[evolutionsvoid]

In a land ruled by The Holy Fluids, one is always in danger. Be it ravenous elementals, cruel bandits or horrible monstrosities, one always needs to be armed. With so many cities and so many craftsmen, one has access to a wide arrange of blades and clubs. It is important, though, to keep in mind what foe you wish to fight. Almost every weapon carries the blessing of one of the Holy Fluids, and using that against the wrong foe can be deadly. 1. Life Stealer - A Phlegm based dagger that is used to steal healing fluid from a foe. By slashing at a target, they can draw minute amounts of Phlegm through its grooves and into the hilt. When enough Phlegm is collected, one of the orbs will glow to indicate a charge. The user then can press the end button and jab themselves with the small spines to inject the Phlegm. This is a tool favored by rogues and hunters, who wish to travel light but still have access to healing items.   2. Enigma Club - An odd, ancient weapon that is made of Black Bile infused metal. The weapon is mainly a hilt with an extendable rack on the end. Special metal plates can be slid on these rails to customize a blade of desirable length. In some cases, the weapon has a built in mechanism to allow the user to release the plates while in battle. Those who are well trained can time the release with their swing to launch the top plate out at a foe. Even after cracking them in the face with one of the bits, they still have a weapon they can fight with.  

3. Hunter's Baton - While covered in sharp needles, the Hunter's Baton is not truly a weapon. It can be used to cause pain and lash out against foes, but it is mainly used so police and enforcers can collect Blood samples. When caught up in a fight with a criminal, one can strike at them and protect themselves, while the spines draw small portions of Blood. If the bandit escapes or flees, the collected Blood can be put into vials and used for identification and tracking. This weapon sees a lot of uses around prison facilities and areas of commerce. If faced with a large mob or deadly foe, officers are advised to prioritize striking the target, rather than trying to take them down. As long as they have the criminal's Blood, they can send out specialized teams to easily track down the target and neutralize them.   4. Titan Harpoon - A powerful tool used by those who hunt massive beasts or well-armored foes. The tip of the harpoon possess a large barb that sits upon a bed of Yellow Bile and reacting agent. These two fluids are separated by a membrane, which has a spur built next to it. When the weapon is thrust into an enemy, the outer part of the spur will be struck and cause its lower half to rupture the membrane. This will trigger a reaction that will cause a strong, but small, blast. This explosion does indeed damage the foe, but that is not its true purpose. This detonation will propel the bony blade deep into an enemy's hide, drilling through carapaces and armor with ease. After exploding, the tip needs to be replaced with a new head before it can be used again. The harpoon possess an easy mechanism to make swapping out quicker, but it is still time consuming. If caught during the reloading process, or just out of tips, the harpoon possess a sharp metal spike and heavy parts to allow the user to defend themselves. Due to its expendable nature, this weapon is costly to use and should be saved only for large beasts and armored giants. It can be used against man-sized enemies, but it is considered overkill as it will often just blast them in half. It is also discouraged because the blade part will keep going once it has bored through the small target, striking anyone unfortunate enough to be standing behind them.   5. Ornate Bile Rifle - A firearm that utilizes Yellow Bile to fire explosive pellets of the fluid. This type of firearm goes for range and precision over damage and spread. This example possess intricate framework that is absent in the more common forms. 6. Dagger of Sacrilege - An unholy weapon that utilizes the blasphemous power of Alkahest. The pure Alkahest blade can eat through anything it cuts into, even the hilt that holds it. Special mechanisms are built within the hilt to keep the Alkahest from making contact with it. One should be careful with the weapon, as breaking these mechanisms will release the corrosive fluid and ruin the tool. They should also be careful not to accidentally stab themselves as well, as Alkahest has no bias towards who it devours. 7. Fist of the Gods - Made of ancient metal forged with godly Ichor, this weapon is worn on the hands and is used to unleash devastating punches. Its strange shape and inhuman anatomy serves as a reminder of our place in this world. 8. Harvest Auger  - A popular tool for Vampires and other blood drinkers. The sharp spines within the sickle's hook can dig in and drain away blood at a frightening pace. It can be used on a victim's limbs, but the prime target is the neck. Vampiric communities use this tool on prisoners as the primary way to harvest blood. 9. Primal Blade - Okay, seriously, this is just some ghoul's arm that has been dried and wrapped! This isn't even a weapon! You can't just stick a handle and spike on it and call it a sword! Who buys this crap!?   10. Staff of the Observant - A staff to aid priests and summoners in casting, as well as ceremony. It is said that connecting one's mind to the staff allows them to see the world with new eyes. Beneficial to warrior priests who need to be wary about their surroundings during battle. Unfortunately this staff has been used for other things and is banned around many public facilities. 11. Golden Crown - An Ichor based weapon, the Golden Crown is a godly club that strikes so hard it will make your teeth rattle. 12. Bile Grenade - This perishable weapon uses volatile Yellow Bile and reacting agent to create a powerful blast. One simply needs to pull the pin, throw it at a target and, hopefully, get out of the way. 13. Crude Gullet - For those not specialized in the ways of Phlegm, one can go about healing in a cruder manner. The healing Phlegm that is spewed from its gut is a much lower grade than others, but its wide spray can hit more allies, which can be crucial in a chaotic battle. 14. Brain Bomb - The Brain Bomb was originally designed to combat ghoul infestations and other Yellow Bile based foes. The cracked outer casing is not only meant to keep the bomb intact until use, but also to break apart into shrapnel as it detonates. Interestingly enough, they have also been used as healing items in desperate situations. Due to the small healing effect of crude Phlegm, fighters who are low on medicinal supplies and are trapped in deadly situations have detonated these bombs for a last ditch heal. Since the Phlegm is crude and the blast creates shrapnel, it is not advised to use them as healing items, but they can work when all hope is lost. Thus they also go by the name "Panic Button."   15. Leech's Tongue - A spear created by the harvested body of a Blood Elemental. This weapon is good for long range stabbing and siphoning. The weapon can be unwieldy at moments, though, as the flow of Blood triggers a reaction from the elemental's corpse. Accounts of the spear squirming and jerking about as it feeds are well known.   16. Maw Blade- A primitive, but effective, weapon, the Maw Blade is perfect for those who seek to cripple foes. This weapon is not meant to slice through victims like a sword, but rather is used in a swing and pull motion to rip open skin and flesh. Well executed strikes with this saw-like tool can leave targets with horrible wounds that cause massive fluid loss. 17. Second Sentinel - A weapon made out of a small Golem, the Second Sentinel uses the Golem's abilities to manifest a blade out of pure Black Bile. When inactive (or asleep) the blade is gone, and the weapon can be used like a simple dagger. Due to the fluid nature of the sword and the abilities of the Golem, this weapon can slightly change its shape to maximize damage or get around armor. This weapon is used by those who guard the sacred temples of the Humors, and thus their name was born.   18. Mind Crusher - This cruel mace dejects all healing capabilities of Phlegm and instead focuses solely on pain and fear. The needles that emerge from the organic structure are barbed and will dig into foes. Within them flows a venomous form of Phlegm that tricks the body's repair function. Rather than reacting to the wounded areas, this Phlegm causes the system to believe the whole body is damaged and in need of repair. The resulting mess is quite painful and mentally debilitating as one's body panics over non existing wounds. These barbs can tear free from the weapon, allowing them to keep up the flow of venomous Phlegm. Those lost in battle will grow back over time, slowly sliding out from the folds.   19. Howling Pillar - Formed of flesh and maws, the Howling Pillar's horrid cries frighten opponents and puts enemies on edge. Either that, or they are howling because someone keeps smashing them into things. Just saying...   20. Blade of Chaos - Covered in razor sharp thorns and edges, the Blade of Chaos is a dangerous weapon to anyone in its vicinity. Those who wield this bizarre blade have an equal chance of hurting themselves as they do their enemies. 21. Bi-Blade - A rare and complex sword, the Bi-Blade harnesses the power of both Biles in battle. Its duel typing allows the user to compensate for whatever weaknesses one of its edges has. 22. The Devil's Lance - This weapon is banned from nearly every city and possession of it can lead to immediate execution if found near a holy site. Since it uses the power of Alkahest, it is seen as extremely dangerous and rightly so. With an Alkahest tip, it is capable of spearing through any mortal material. Due to the sheer amount of machinery and devices needed to harness this corrosive fluid, this lance is quite cumbersome and heavy. Unsurprisingly, there are more Holy Fluids used to make this weapon function than there is Alkahest. 23. Night Wave - A large hammer that contains hefty amounts of Black Bile. When the hammer is slammed to the ground, it releases a wave of Black Bile from its head. The rolling wave is used to bowl down those who have dodged from the initial strike, and can hit far away targets if the hammer is struck with enough force. ----------------------------------------------------------

#art #drawing #weapons #sword #the four humors #Yellow Bile #Black Bile #Blood #phlegm #hammer

[happypillfanfic]

CHAPTER 15

Sky:

I literally cannot process the attitude I have flowing through me right now as I sit here being forced to pee on a stick. And, the fact that I hear him pacing just outside the door, yeah, that’s definitely making things worse so I decided to take my sweet time and let him sweat it out. I mean, come on, I don’t need this stupid stick telling me something I already know. After wasting about ten minutes, I flung open the door and stormed past him leaving the results on the sink for hm to see himself.

“Oh, and I’m ready to go home now, thanks.” I sassed

“Baby.” He sighed walking after me “My bad, alright? You just been acting kind of weird and after a few drinks, Rodney had me thinking a little crazy.” He admitted rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“So why not just ask?” I snapped “Jesse I would tell you if I thought we were having a scare. And, as for acting weird, I’m pretty sure I tried explaining to you earlier that my birthday was coming up and it puts me in a not so good head space. Oh, also... if we’re talking about possible babies, why aren’t we knocking down kendra’s door to make her take a test?” I griped putting my hand on my hip

It wasn’t really my intentions to throw that in his face but I was so hot about this situation I just blabbed whatever I thought would piss him off in the moment, and I could definitely see that I had struck a nerve... but, come on, it literally was just a few months ago that she brought her possible pregnancy to him and I haven’t heard a word about it since.

“Alright,” he nodded narrowing his eyes at me “You really foul as fuck for that one.” He muttered “Seriously?”

I rolled my eyes at the back of his head and followed him outside to the car. Well shit, if he wanted to have an attitude, then I was damn sure gonna have one too, so you already know I made damn sure to slam the door hard as I slid back into the car.

“Watch my shit.” He hollered

“Fuck your shit, and fuck you too. Take me home!”

He sucked his teeth and let his head fall back against the head rest. I could see the defeated look on his face, but it wasn’t fazing me. I might be foul for what I said, but he was just as foul for forcing me to take that test without even saying a word about it to me first. Two can definitely play that game.

“Baby.” He spoke up softly “I’m sorry. I really don’t wanna fuss with you.”

“Jesse, just take me home.”

“Na. For real, you not going no place until we straighten this shit out. I care about you way to much for all that.”

“Who are we kidding? I’m too fucked up in the head to try and be in some relationship. I seriously just can deal with all of this right now. You’re better off without me- you and I both know that... and you know what, I’ll just walk home.”

“Hell na. Get your ass back in thus car.” He demanded as I attempted to walk off

I didn’t get but about ten steps before he was on my heels. I hadn’t realized that I was crying until tears had fogged up my eyes. He kept trying to wrap his arms around me to offer some comfort but I just kept pushing him away until I could bare it anymore and we both fell into the grass beneath us as I now sobbed.

“I told you, I told you! I’m too broken... just let me go.’

“I can’t do that Sky.” He said calmly “I’m not leaving you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well if you won’t, then I guess I will.” I said finally cathcning my breath “I need to fix myself first. I can’t do this with you anymore.”

“Sky, please don’t do this. Over one little argument? Really? I said I was sorry.”

“It’s so much more that that. Mentally, right now, I can’t handle being in a relationship. As much as I care about you, this is just something that I have to do.”

“Sky...”

“Please take me home now.”

Without saying another word, he stood to his feet and helped me up. He held my hand tightly as he walked me back to the car and dimly smiled at me as he closed the door. I seriously wanted to scream the entire way back to my house, that’s just how horrendously quiet and awkward the space in the car was between the two of us. I was hurting so bad I had to force myself to focus my gaze out the window. I was afraid that if I looked at him I would cave in go back on everything.

“This... this isn’t for good right, Sky?” He asked as we pulled up in front of the house.

“Goodbye Jess.”

I slipped out of the car quickly and rushed inside. Once I was finally behind the closed door, I knew I was safe to break down freely once again. I felt so hurt, and so wrong to sit there with tears running down my face, but I know deep in my heart that I am doing the right thing.

“Honey, what’s the matter, are you alright?”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you- I’m fine. I promise.”

“Doesn’t look like it. Come here.”

She hugged me briefly before walking me into the living room and sitting us on the couch. I could see in her face that she wanted to pry but she just stayed quiet and waited for me to make the next move, and I have never appreciated anymore so much. Considering most of my life has been giving statements and therapy sessions, it was... relaxing to know I finally had control over the situation.

“I’m alright, auntie.” I assured her “It’s just been a seriously long night and I was put in a difficult position and I’m pretty sure I broke Jesse’s heart. It’s just that I’m kinda struggling mentally right now and I can feel it affecting out relationship so I let him go...”

“Well I appreciate that you shared this with me, and I can understand that you’re struggling, but with everything you’ve been through, it might be crazy to not be struggling. I know how much you two cared about each other so I’m sure he understands- even if it’s just a little bit. I’m proud of you, honey.”

“Thanks auntie. I’m gonna get some rest. I definitely need it if I’m going to have any chance at passing these tests tomorrow.”

“Come knock on my d or if you need anything, okay?”

“I will auntie. Goodnight.”

I laid in bed with a heavy heart and a heavy mind, but I knew it was going to be alright. If Jesse and I are going to have any chance at being happy together I have to work on myself and get back in the right headspace... but, first things first- finals.

Jesse:

I slept maybe like a total of three hours, and it was safe to say that I had no chance at passing any of these bullshit tests today. They were on the back burner right now, all I cared about was seeing Sky, even if it was for only a brief second but after my first three classes had passed without any sight of her, I was thinking that was out of the question.

“Where’s Sky?” I asked sitting down at the lunch table next to Jae. “I haven’t seen her all day and I know she cares about her grades way too much to just ditch these stupid ass tests.”

“Oh, yeah... she came in early and took all of her tests in the guidance office with her counselor. She’s already done and headed home now. She wasn’t in a very good place so mom called in to make things a little easier for her. She was up all night having these weird episode.”

“Episodes?” I asked raising a brow

“I shouldn’t be the one telling her business like this, but, she came home really upset last night and all throughout the night she kept having these really insane panic attacks. Like, I’m talking fine one second and the next she was bawling until she couldn’t breathe and she couldn’t catch her breath. It was so scary. Mom had to stay in the room with her over night so she wouldn’t hyperventilate. It’s all normal with her bi polar depression, mom said sometimes stress or overwhelming situations can trigger them.”

“It’s all my fucking fault.” I sighed rubbing my hands down my face “It’s all because of me...”

“Not even. With Sky’s condition, she actually needs meds and-“

“Na, Jae... you don’t understand. I made her take these pregnancy tests and-“

“Woah, hold it. Did you say pregnancy tests?” She muttered low interrupting me.

“They were negative...” I sighed shrugging

“Jesse, what the hell?”

“It just... Man, I don’t know. It just happened. She was fussing at me about making her take it one minute, and the next she’s bawling telling me that she’s broken and shit. I didn’t understand it really but she said she needed some space to fucking fix herself or whatever... but she never seemed broken to me... I just miss her already....”

“Jess I’m so so sorry. Well, her birthday is literally tomorrow, why don’t you help me set something up for her. I’m sure she could use a little pick me up, I mean shit, she’s obviously hurting too ya know?”

“Yeah, I feel you.”

“Oh, looks like you have a visitor.” She muttered nodding over to Kendra who was standing just behind me

“Not now.” I barked shaking my head at her. “I can’t deal with you right now.”

“You don’t look too busy to me with your little girlfriend MIA and what not.” She snickered

“Don’t get hit in your mouth today.” Jae warned

“Whatever. I’m just saying, do I need to remind you why you stayed in my line?”

“Just back off. Do I look interested in your used up shit right now?”

“When you miss how I taste you know where I stay.”

Jae went to get up after her as she walked away but I quickly stopped her and sat her back down. I’m done entertaining her ass and Jae was not about to give her the attention she was fishing for, fuck all that.”

“You better handle that.” Jae snapped “Before I do.”

“Get real Jaedyn, you know I don’t want anything to do with her.”

“Wassup wassup.” Rodney said announcing himself as he took a seat next to Jae, greeting her with a kiss “Aight, so, one why I just see your girl ducking out early she ain’t eating with us? And two why was Kendra’s nasty ass over here?” He asked

“First off, fuck that bitch she’s irrelevant and secondly, mind your business.” I muttered “But we’re just taking a break is all.”

“Oh shit. My bad, my bad.”

“It’s good. You guys do your thing. I’m gonna get out of here.”

I slipped out the front doors of the school and hurried over to my car before the security could stop me. As I hopped into my car I heard the passenger side door open and my eyes went wide... I must have looked at this bitch like she had three heads.

“Yo, get the fuck out of here.” I shouted “Why the fuck did you follow me Kendra?”

“What? Don’t act like your’re not interested. After all, I don’t see Sky around so?’

“You are so fucking foul! Leave me alone!”

I knew she wasn’t going to move her ass so I quickly texted Jae and told her to hurry to my car and thankfully she was there in less than a minute.

“What’s going on?” She asked raising a brow while Kendra just laughed

“Yo ge this bitch out of my car!” I hollered

“You can either leave on your own terms, or I can make you leave. You chose, and you better hurry.” Jae warned

“Whatever. You’re just mad that I got to him first... again.” She snickered “Get real. Acting like your panties haven’t been wet for him your entire friendship. Jealous ass bitch.”

Jae flew over to the passenger side door and yanked that bitch out to the ground by her hair. The whole time she was screaming but I let Jae have her moment. Kendra was too bold for her own good, and I mean, Jae did warn her. Once enough was enough I hopped out and pulled Jae off of her and tossed her in the car.

“So.. them panties stay wet for me huh?” I asked chuckling as we pulled out of the school parking lot

“Fuck off, no. I don’t even know what that crazy dumb bitch was talking about.”

“Quit playing me Jae.” I teased

She stayed quiet for the rest of our drive but I could see how red her cheeks were, and I was definitely getting to the bottom of it. As soon as we pulled up in front of my house she yanked the keys from my hand and rushed in.

“Okay, Jae.” I shouted walking in. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?” She questioned plopping down onto the couch “That you’re full of shit? Yeah, I’ll second that one.”

“I don’t want you, drop it” she sassed folding her arms over her chest

“Prove it.” I challenged taking the seat next to her

“Prove it? Prove it?” She laughed “And how would I do that?”

I pulled her into my lap and kissed her lightly. In all honesty, it was completely innocent but it was escalating too fast and before I knew it she was letting out a soft moan against my lips.

“Stop, stop.” She muttered lowly pulling away from me “What the hell was that?”

“Calm down Jaedyn we was just fooling around. It definitely not that deep.”

“But... what about Rodney? My boyfriend, your best friend?”

“Quit buggin. Don’t be mad because Kendra outed your ass.” I teased

“You know what, fuck you. Why would you even believe anything that bitch says?”

“Cause ya’ll used to be close friends.” I shrugged

“For your information, after being dogged out by Kaleb for some south side bitch at a party an hour away I got faded, and yeah I confided in her about your dumb ass.”

“Mhm.”

“Not about that. I told her that if you weren’t such a hoe I could definitely need someone like you in my life, but little did I know already had your dick was already well acquainted with her. I never once claimed to want you. And even though me and Rodney just kinda fell into place, I really care about him and our relationship so that’s why I’m buggin.”

“Ya’ll need to fuck already or something man.”

“That is definitely none of your business... but, we are.”

“False.”

“And how do you figure?”

“Jaedyn, if ya’ll are fuckin something just ain’t right cause my ass definitely just had you moaning after on kiss, so it’s one of two things either he ain’t doing you right, or he ain’t doing you at all.”

“What the fuck ever. It’s just a little awkward between us is all... our first few times didn’t go so well and he’s been a little nervous about it all.”

“Word? What happened?”

“I’m just not as experienced as he is so..”

“I hear you, I hear you.”

I was ragging her for buggin, but I guess it was me who was really buggin. Thes past couple of months Sky has been attached to my hips and it’s really killing me that I haven’t seen her all day... I’m so worried about her... this is so much harder than I ever thought it would be...

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#chris brown #chris brown fan fic

[ignitingwriting]

Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Thenushan from Igniting Writing

Hot off the presses, we’ve now received entry number nine for our teen creative writing contest on the theme of ‘Explore’. Jointly led by Igniting Writing and three other creative writing clubs for teens (Lake Erie Ink, Fighting Words and Young Writers Project), the competition is in full swing and this most recent submission was sent in by Thenushan, one of our regular attendees of Igniting Writing sessions. Thenushan’s entry is titled ‘The UFO’ and has a lot of fun, fast-paced humour, so have a read below:

It all started at the school science fair. Mr Abercrombie, the headmaster, was inspecting our science projects. I made a lemon powered UFO the size of a classroom. It was actually pretty easy. I all I had to do was bend some aluminium sheets in to the desired shape and then I bolted it together and I added a carpet and some sheets, steering wheel and a set of pedals and it was all finished. Anyway, Abercrombie was inspecting our science projects and he told the whole of Year Seven to get to get into the UFO to apparently check the real capacity.

And then Tyson, the biggest, clumsiest fool on the planet, accidently pressed the start button whilst Abercrombie was pressing the pedals and then we accelerated through the school roof and straight into the cosmos. And then Abercrombie started freaking out because finally had to give a student an A* but everyone was laughing hysterically at the maddened headmaster, we didn’t even see the black hole and then we got sucked through it.

It was a whirlwind of confusion and then we were tumbling around and around and students were getting flung into the sides of my UFO and then we were spat straight out into the middle of space. The whole of Year Seven in space, imagine it – and there was no way that we were get back to school because the black hole had disappeared. We were so deep into the middle of space that there wasn’t even a planet that we were taught about at school but we did find a planet that looked like Saturn except that it was blue. Eatonia, the most annoying person on Earth, told us to go and land on it. All of us didn’t want to but no one wanted to risk a toddler tantrum, so we reluctantly agreed.

Then Eatonia opened the airlock and we were all going to die; surprisingly that didn’t happen. In fact, the planet was perfectly inhabitable. We were going to explore it build our own houses there. But Abercrombie wanted to rule the planet and make us his slaves. But instead they decided to make me the outstanding ruler of the planet. Therefore, I name the planet ‘Templeton’ after myself. After, me and the fellow inhabitants of Planet Templeton ventured around the planet trying to look for unknown lifeforms. Unfortunately, the only lifeforms we found were vegetables. Then Tyson found a bunch of 60 caves right next to each other, so we decide to turn them into a housing estate. We decided to share them one between two, but because I was the supreme leader, I got my own extra-large cave.

But then we realised that there was a problem, we didn’t have lunch. We were probably going to die anyway. But then Tyson showed us the vegetables from earlier and we decided to grill them. I thought that they would taste disgusting like earth vegetables but actually tasted nice, to be honest.

The next day we all woke to a raging earthquake (I don’t think it is an earthquake because we’re not on Earth). Matthews, the type of person that’s often joyful but panics really easily, was screaming his head off and shouting, “Earthquake! Earthquake!”

I stepped out of my cave and found myself being pelted with ice. Then I was struck multiple times by lightning. Storms here are something you really don’t want to face. Then the day faded as ever and the next day came, bringing uninvited guests to Planet Templeton.

We were woken up at the crack of dawn by the rumbling of a spaceship’s turbos. Not just one spaceship, a whole fleet of them! Then the grand mothership landed majestically. And suddenly the exit capsule slid out of the mainframe of the spaceship. Then the solid steel door gracefully skimmed out of the way and then a bucket-load of fog rolled out.

The Leader stepped out into vision. He looked commanding, standing straight-backed. “Take me to your leader!” he demanded.

Then Abercrombie pushed the crowd out the way and claimed he was the leader of the planet. “I am the leader; I welcome you peacefully to my lands.”

And then the whole of Year Seven started arguing. “He’s only our headmaster,” Becky told them truthfully.

“And not a very good one at that, innit,” claimed Bishop the Bling Boy.

Then Abercrombie stood and spoke again. “Ignore that nonsense, I am the lea– Arrgh!” The Leader had shot him with a laser taser gun.

The Leader said, “Take me to your real leader. The one and only Templeton!”

Then I stepped out to worship the Leader. “Hail to you master of the universe, reign peace amongst our fellow bi-peon based life forms,” we both said in unison.

“Why are you worshiping us?” said the Leader of the armada.

“Because you are extra-terrestrial life forms that have come to bless me.”

“No, we are here to worship you, the great leader,” the armada Leader replied.

“Yep, not unexpected,” Michel, my best friend, said sarcastically. “You’ll find that Temps is responsible for all kind of things back on Earth.”

“Thank you,” the armada Leader said.

“Noooooooo, an invasion by aliens that don’t respond to sarcasm?!” Michel cried. “This is terrible!”

At once everyone set up a grand feast for the inter-galactic newcomers. Roast potatoes and grilled vegetables were layered out by Abercrombie, who was now our slave, on the stone table crafted by Choi Hui the karate expert and his ninja skills. But no-one but me noticed the strange behaviour of the armada. They only ate potatoes and as they were galactic beings I thought this linked to my theory about the world being made by a potato.

This had been the biggest adventure of my life on the journey to find out that I was the leader of the universe, but then I actually found out that I was the leader of the universe. But then we found that the armada weren’t just here to see us – they were here to eat us! Then all of us made a run for the armada’s mothership and luckily the black hole opened up for us in time and we arrived at home safe and sound.

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