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fqiryspit · 8 months

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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?

summary: y/n went to bed to fall into a new world where she met a boy, Eren. every night she would spend with this imaginary boy, but what happens when one wants to stop dreaming?

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Chapter 10: 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

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Eren Yeager x Female Reader. College!AU

【ＥＲＥＮ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

A smile strained on my lips as I walk out of the university, I now have everything (including a dorm) set up for me, I'm gonna be moving in sometime in December since I need to finish up my first semester in my old college

the murky woods right beside me smile with the twigs dripping from the previous downfall, the gray clouds being the prime evidence of the storm -not to mention the beautiful smell of new rain

I could see in the distance that the forest held fog near the dirt where the powdery hue swirled and moved with every gush of wind, looking at it made a sappy smile appear, It reminded me of Y/n and how she saved me that night when I was running through the forest

I've been eating up temazepam nightly just so I can lucid dream Y/n. my eye bags have faded and my mood went up. even tho I'm becoming accustomed to controlling her in my dreams, It still feels...wrong.

-should I be using her like this? fuck, why do I even care so much...-

...why do I even care so much. I swear I've asked that question to myself more than anyone else in these past few months.

stepping over the cracked sidewalk as I keep my head low I hear my name being sprung from someone's lungs

"EREN!!" I look up to see Mikasa and Armin frantically waving at the hood of the cafe, I was supposed to visit them after the meeting with the college, they've probably been waiting so long since I've been caught up in my damn thoughts...like always

I wish I wasn't so caught up in my damn thoughts.

【Ｙ／Ｎ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

"I'm so bored"

you whined as you jump onto the couch, rubbing your nose into the cushion as Sasha giggled from the kitchen

"I'm heading out. Maybe you should come with me" She offered, you rolled off the couch and looked up to her to see her put on a sweet smile

"where?" "the cafe, I'm fucking starving"

"hmmm," you puckered your lips and then rolled your baggy eyes "better not, I can't have caffeine" you need to try and actually get sleep tonight, blaming your nightmares on the absurd amount of caffeine you drink

"suit yourself!!" she grabbed her bag and blew you a kiss before slipping through the door, you sighed and turned your head to the window that showed the sappy forest and the droplet of water that splatted your window, excess rain from the roof spilling out in unison as the one little raindrop made "splat" on the window

you rolled off the couch as you hoped to be productive on your off-day, squinting your eyes in thought as you still sat patiently on the floor, acting like an idea was going to come to you any minute...

and then it did.

you jumped up and threw your arms up, frantically waving them around as you almost slip on the wood flooring with your pearly white socks before sliding towards your room

your foot closed the door as you hopped over to your desk, your hand reached over for your tote bag as you grip the handle to balance yourself

you held your sketchbook up with dignity and leaped onto your bed, a proud smile on your face as you flipped through the pages

your chest fills with pride when you see a fairy you drew, a little puffy nose, and pointy ears, adorable.

flick

"So, anything going on?" Mikasa said with a smile as she stirred her iced coffee, her eyes flicking towards me for a second before falling back to the drink

"Uhm, yeah, the is college finally doing its job and-"

"OH, ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!" Armin practically screamed in the empty cafe, startling the lone worker

"I heard you got a girlfriend!" Mikasa squealed as she rested her wrists on her chin, leaning forward as she waited for an explanation

"who? do we know her? is she nice-" "Yes, yes I'll answer all your questions just let me finish my bagel-"

ᵈⁱⁿᵍ

are eyes turned to the door to see an auburn-haired girl standing with a determined look on her face, walking to the counter like a man on a mission as she announces her order like a prayer

her eyes flashed to me for a second, and then again. a double-take? why? who is this girl?

"so...you were saying?" Mikasa said, I shook my head and tried to find my voice as I go over the previous conversation, what were we talking about?

"oh, don't tell me it's Sasha now?" Mikasa said while rocking a cocky smile as she leaned back in her chair

Sasha? she knew this girl?

my eyes widen as I struggle to speak, Armin beating me to it as he asks the same question

"Uhh yeah? she is the foody remember? she shares a dorm with-"

ᵈⁱⁿᵍ

we all flinch at the sound, looking back to see 'Sasha' gone and...Mina.

"Eren?" She said with a slight laugh, walking over to our table as she invites herself to a seat

"O-oh hey Mina" I mumble, looking back at my melty iced coffee as she glows with happiness at this extraordinary accident

Armin nudges Mikasa whispering you can only assume "that's his girlfriend" -because the girlfriend was so highlighted in his tone the whole table couldn't help but hear it

you watched Mikasa's face turn, contorted as she can only hope it was a joke

"I'm gonna order! don't miss me too much" she giggles as she walks over to the counter

My head hung low as I waited for the degradation,

"Eren...Sasha would've made more sense then...her"

"What's wrong with her?" Armin asked obliviously

"Armin...remember? her and Christa? the little the squad they made?" my eyebrows raised as she was speaking gibberish to me...Christa? squad?

their voices dropped to whispers as they talked about things I couldn't care less about

I couldn't care less about it because,

Why the hell did Sasha smell like Y/n?

【Ｙ／Ｎ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

you flick the page to the side to see the next one, a guy, he had a muscular build with doe eyes, probably one of the more defining features of him was the bun that sat low on his head

you titled your head at the drawing, brows furrowed as you try to remember the man

you throw your head back as you try to think when you drew him, getting a flicker of the cafe in mind as you start to recall. You remember you were upset... just not why. sadly drawing the man until another one sat next to you.

you look back down that the sketch, twisting your lips in concentration but getting nothing

you chalked it up to be some guy you saw on campus, but still, it's just something about him...you knew him better than just a glimpse

but, it seems like he is just that, a glimpse. a lost snippet of your memory that you'll never recover

and maybe that was for the best.

Chapter 11

˜"*°•.˜"*°• see you soon •°*"˜.•°*"˜

an: Please dont expect this to be updated again for like a really long time..

#eren x reader #attack on titan #eren smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #eren hcs #smut #eren headcanons #eren yeager smut

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mymarifae · 2 years

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susie and noelle are sitting in a tree and they are k-i-s-s-i-n-g~ or. well. they were about to but then kris materialized out from a nearby bush and started playing a romantic remix of Accidentally In Love from shrek recreated with cartoon splat noises. (lancer taught them the art of the splat) (they're not helping.) (they know they are not helping) (susie looks down at them and they have the biggest shit-eating grin on their face) (noelle starts throwing twigs at them until they run off, cackling)

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evanesdust · 1 year

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i've known it from the moment that we met (no doubt in my mind where you belong)

written for @sterekweekly with the word prompt #sterekweeklyconfess and for @sterekbingo square: pda

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Prequel, Childhood Friends, Pining Derek Hale, except it's mutual, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Getting Together Summary:

…the one where Derek confessed his feelings for Stiles.

(then)

Derek hadn't seen the curb. Of course not. His eyes were closed as he chased the most amazing scent. Seriously, it was better than his mom's freshly baked chocolate cookies.

And now he wanted cookies. Great.

But first, he needed to get up from where he'd fallen. His bike was on its side, the wheels still spinning as Derek sat hunched over from where he'd caught himself before he could go splat. From the pain in his knees, he knew they were scraped.

Well, that sucked.

"Are you otay?"

Derek looked up at the little kid walking over. He was a few years younger, probably close to Cora's age. She'd just turned five a month ago. His hair was brown, long enough that it flopped over his eyes. They were kind of brown, but also not. All Derek noticed was that they were so bright they seemed to shine gold in the sunlight.

"I'm fine," Derek grunted as tears stung his eyes. He wasn’t going to cry over this. Instead, he pushed up from the ground, inhaling sharply as he went as he got a lungful of that scent, and it was as if the wind was knocked out of him. It was sweet and perfect, and Derek wanted to roll around in it, only he couldn't because it was coming from the kid.

The kid scooted closer, head ducked as he tried to look at Derek's knees. "You gots ouchies."

"I'm a werewolf. They're already healing." To prove his point, Derek lifted one knee. It was covered in blood, dirt, and even a small twig, but no more scratches.

"You gotsta clean that. My mommy says if ya don't, you could gets inflections."

"Infections," Derek corrected because he might only be nine, but he was smart. Smart enough to take the kid's hand when he offered help. Something in those big brown eyes said he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Together, they hobbled closer to the house by a water hose.

"My name is Stiles," the kids said. "What's yours?"

Derek had no idea why he was letting this kid—Stiles—help him. He didn't need it. His scratches were healed, and he could easily go home and clean up there. But there was something about him, more than his scent, that made Derek stay.

"Derek," he said, leaning against the side of the house.

Stiles picked up the hose, holding it away from them, and turned the knob to the faucet. It squeaked and then sputtered a few times before a steady stream of water came out of the nozzle. Stiles leaned down and took two big gulps, making a big production of sighing in relief as he wiped at his mouth.

The water was cold, and Derek almost yelped when Stiles aimed it at his legs, rinsing him clean.

After he was done, Stiles ran off, dropping the hose. Derek turned the water off and heard the front door open and then slam shut. When Stiles wasn’t back after a minute, he wondered if he should go. He counted to twenty and then forty. When he got to sixty, he started walking toward his bike. There was no point in sticking around if Stiles was done with him, but then the front door opened again, and Stiles was back.

"Wait!" Stiles called out, racing toward him with a towel and first-aid kit.

Derek stood stock still as Stiles dried his legs, then took out a box of Batman Band-Aids from the kit.

"I don't need those," Derek said, making no move to stop Stiles.

Stiles smiled up at him, his face breaking out into a crooked grin, and said, "But they make everything better. Duh."

Derek’s heart fluttered in his chest. It was as if his whole world tilted on its axis, and somehow, he knew Stiles was special. Derek wanted to keep him. Especially after Stiles had carefully placed three bandages on each knee.

He was in awe of Stiles. He'd never met anyone like him and knew that he needed Stiles in his life—that this was the beginning of something great.

"Stiles," Derek said, drawing out his name as he put the box of Band-Aids back in the first-aid kit.

"Yeah?" Stiles looked up, a question in his eyes.

"Will you be my friend?"

Stiles beamed. "Yes! Best friends forever?"

Derek nodded, a smile spread across his face.

"Best friends forever," he repeated as his heart filled with warmth. Somehow, he knew that their friendship was going to last a lifetime.

(now)

The sights and sounds of the party were an assault on his enhanced senses. Derek wasn't even sure why he was there. But then he saw Stiles across the bonfire and was reminded that tonight was for him. Stiles had graduated high school and was, in his words, free. Well, at least until the fall when it was time for him to leave for college.

The school was about four hours away, and Derek wasn't sure he was ready to be that far from Stiles. Hell, Derek had stayed in Beacon Hills just to stay close. He’d attended Beacon Hills Community College, getting his associate's degree before applying to be a deputy for the Beacon County Sheriff's Department. Some scoffed at his decision, but he knew what he wanted.

Stiles.

Derek’s thoughts were interrupted when someone stumbled into him. He didn't recognize the guy but helped him to his feet, then gave him a gentle shove away from the fire. He looked around again, rolling his eyes as Stiles's classmates yelled over each other and danced to the music blaring through the Bluetooth speakers someone had brought.

The fire was warm and bright on Derek's face, so he closed his eyes, listening to it crackle and pop while twigs, branches, and leaves crunched beneath everyone's feet as they trampled around the preserve.

Then he heard it. Stiles's laugh. The sound was melodic, instantly drawing him in—the way only Stiles could. When Derek found him again, his head was thrown back, one arm slapped across his stomach as he laughed at whatever Danny said.

Derek hated it. He hated it so much because Stiles was his. Derek should be the one making him laugh.

He didn't usually think of the word beautiful when it came to guys. Handsome, yeah. Good-looking, sure. But to Derek, Stiles was beautiful. All that messy chestnut hair and those big, amber eyes that twinkled with mischief. Stiles was everything Derek needed to avoid in one beautifully wrapped package.

Because Stiles didn't feel the same.

For the longest time, Stiles had a crush on Lydia. It was practically legendary. Danny became the focus of his infatuation during his senior year, not Derek. Never Derek. Because they were friends. Best. Friends. And it sucked so much because Derek was in love with Stiles.

He couldn't remember the exact moment he'd realized it, but that was probably because he'd always felt so strongly for Stiles. Ever since Stiles stuck those stupid Batman Band-Aids on his knees.

Derek's feet moved, subconsciously drawing him closer to Stiles until he was practically plastered to Stiles's back. Stiles didn't flinch, and no one gave him a second glance—too used to seeing them glued together. Always StilesandDerek.

"Dude," Stiles didn't look over his shoulder, but Derek knew Stiles was talking to him.

And sure enough, Stiles finally turned, not bothering to move away because neither of them knew the meaning of personal space when it came to the other. "What does a ghost call their partner?"

Derek raised a brow as he peered into Stiles's eyes. They were alight with amusement, his face flushed—warmed by the fire. Or flirting with Danny, but Derek didn’t want to think about that.

"C'mon, Der."

Derek narrowed his eyes because he hated the nickname, and Stiles knew that. But Stiles also knew he was the only person who could get away with it unscathed.

"Don't call me that."

Stiles pouted, puffing out his bottom lip. Like an asshole. "Please?"

And now he was just trying to see what he could get away with. Derek hated how much he loved it. How much he loved Stiles and all his ridiculousness. "No."

"Fine, I'll call you grumpy asshole then. I just thought Der sounded nicer."

Derek rolled his eyes but huffed a laugh. "You're a dork."

"Yeah, but I'm your dork."

Derek's heart tripped over itself at the declaration. God, he wished that were true.

"Now answer the question," Stiles continued. "What does a ghost call their partner?"

"I don't know. What?"

Stiles chuckled, pushing up on his toes even though they were almost the same height. His breath ghosted over Derek's face, and Derek swallowed thickly as he leaned in. "My…boo."

Then he cackled and laid his head on Derek's shoulder, relaxing against him. They fit perfectly together as Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, and he couldn't help but rub the small of Stiles's back as they stood there.

Derek was never one for public displays of affection, but Stiles was the exception to the rule. Always Stiles.

Only Stiles.

The few people he’d dated hated it. Because while Derek couldn’t even be bothered to hold their hands, Stiles could plop down on his lap and Derek would hold him close.

"That was funny, right?"

Derek's lips twitched. "Yeah, that was funny."

He wished this moment could last forever but knew it wouldn't. At least not the way he wanted it to. Not when Stiles didn't feel the same, so he wasn't sure why his brain and mouth betrayed him as he blurted, "I love you."

It wasn't a normal I love you—the kind they'd expressed over thirteen years of friendship. The in love had gone unsaid, but it could be heard in how Derek's voice cracked, emphasizing love. That one word containing only four letters somehow expressing the depth of his feelings for Stiles.

It was more than a word. More than that simple yet complex emotion. It was more than love. Stiles was his person. His everything.

Fuck. Derek hoped Stiles hadn't heard it, but the world was obviously against him because Stiles stilled in his arms. His entire body tensed for one, two, three of the longest seconds of Derek's life before lifting his head. Derek was scared to meet his gaze, but he also couldn't help it, always so drawn to Stiles.

"Really?" Stiles whispered, and God, Derek could feel his heart thundering in his chest. It matched Derek's, beat for rapid beat.

Part of him wanted to take it back. To save his heart. But it was already out there, so he nodded.

"Yes."

It was a whispered confession, but Derek felt as if he'd yelled it through a bullhorn. Time seemed to stop. Everything around them ceased to exist as Stiles sucked in a breath.

Derek closed his eyes, not wanting to see the pity or guilt in Stiles's eyes when he said he didn't feel the same. But then Stiles's cupped his face, and Derek had no choice but to meet his gaze again.

"I love you, too." Stiles's smile was soft, and Derek's breath caught in his throat. God, he was so beautiful. "I have for years. I just didn't think you felt the same."

Derek's heart swelled with relief. He couldn't believe he'd been so blind to how Stiles felt about him. All these years, they'd both been hiding their feelings for each other. But now it was out in the open, and it was as if the weight of the world had lifted off Derek's shoulders.

Stiles leaned in, their lips meeting in what was barely a kiss. Just a gentle sweep of Stiles’s lips on his. Yet, Derek’s whole body came to life as a fire ignited within him. Every inch of his skin vibrated with need as a sense of rightness and completion engulfed him.

Stiles smiled at him as they broke apart, his eyes shining with emotion. "Hey, Derek?"

"Hmm?" Derek brought a hand up and brushed his knuckles down Stiles's cheek. He could feel the heat of everyone’s stares, heard them whooping, and someone mutter, ‘Fucking finally,’ but he ignored them.

"What did the lamp say to the other lamp?"

Derek kissed the tip of Stiles’s nose and pressed their foreheads together, already smiling at whatever ridiculousness Stiles was about to spout. "What?"

"You turn me on."

Derek threw his head back and laughed. "Again, you're a dork."

"But I'm your dork." Stiles smirked, and Derek wanted to kiss it off his beautiful face. So he did.

Because he could do that now.

Because Stiles loved him too.

#sterek #sterekweekly #sterekweeklyconfess #sterekbingo #holy shit i wrote something

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bonefall · 7 months

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time to dump a whole bunch of clanmew translations on you!!!!

Stemcurl- Prryemarreoopa, this is a really long one but I really like saying it for some reason. I imagine they would get a nickname like Squilf, but I could not for the life of me figure one out lmao

Dropletbreak- Kipimkerroch, technically this should probably be translated as Dropletshatter, but I prefer -break! it's meant to evoke that very first raindrop that splats right on your nose and makes you think 'well. it's definitely going to rain.'

Lightflood- Anelalm, there's not a specific word for flood, but I think -wave works pretty well here!

Basilsnap/star- Mwelkaygurga/Mwelshai, so apparently basil doesn't grow naturally in the UK??? you learn something new every day, I guess? anyways I just replaced it with spearmint, since it's in the same family and looks at least a little bit similar.

Shadedance- Horrlshigashig, the 'danced' here isn't exactly what I wanted? I was looking more for a 'trembled/swayed,' since his name is supposed to be like the shadows of leaves on the forest floor, but I couldn't find anything in the 'movement' semantic field...

Flickerfate- Swarfssamep/Swarforrmep, these (to me) would be translated the same way in English, but they have very different meanings. 'fate' as a suffix is a bit of a weird one, but it was originally granted as an Honor Title due to their affinity to see omens in fires; it eventually turned into a Dishonor Title for fun story reasons that I won't bore you with lol.

Nacreclaw- Solyskkachit, this one is... interesting. There's no word in Clammew for nacre (probably because they don't live by the sea and wouldn't see it), so I attempted to combine 'solyss' and 'sek' into a sort of compound word, and ended up with 'solysk,' so, there we go?

Oh I love these, absolute MVP goes to Dropletbreak, that's such a neat image! On Prryemarreoopa, I think that a good nickname would be Prryoo. It takes a piece from both the prefix and suffix, and keeps that "fun to say" vibe from the full name.

New words;

Flood = Worrl Translates directly. (Note: a syke, mawss, is a stream that floods seasonally.)

Basil (Clinopodium vulgare) = Pomba (Heart + Flower) An important astringent, used to speed up heartrate, help a cat cough up phlegm, and even treat mild infection. In times of excess, it's even used for making yellow dye! Has orchid-like, delicate little purple flowers. You were probably looking at the wrong type of basil! Basils in the family Ocimum (such as sweet basil) don't grow in the UK, this is the historic type of basil used as medicine.

Plant Movements

I think I see what you're looking for with Shadedance, and this is a good area to expand in I think. I'm going to give you a bunch of words for the movement of plants, from the perspective of Clan cats.

Twanged/Twanging/Will Twang = Ookooau/Ookooa/Ookoo SPECIFICALLY the unnatural movement a plant makes when an animal interacts with it. It's the tremble of a branch as a squirrel runs on it, or the bow of a flower when a fat bee grabs it, or the spring of a twig that a sparrow perches on. A plant that is bearing the weight of a creature.

Rolled-Together/Rolling-Together/Will-Roll-Together = Shalalshe/Shalashe/Shalshe AN IRREGULAR STEM, watch out! The wave-like movement of wall grass as it bends with the wind. Also used metaphorically, for when you ALL move together. "SHALSHE!" is a full sentence on its own, a command, that the entire group you're referring to should move as one.

Sway = Hayyssassa/Hayyssass/Hayyssa The gentle movement of plants in wind.

Tattled/Tattled/Tattling = Cha'ha'hach/Cha'ha'ha/Cha'ha The odd, irregular dancing of rain or hail on leaves or roofing. Like English, this word can also be used for "telling on someone" or "giving something hidden away," because you may not know it is raining except for the tattle of the den above you. Also used by tunnelers when they could tell something was above them, based on the sound of pawsteps.

Rattle = Shewshioo/Shewshi/Shewsh The violent shaking of leaves and branches under high winds; arbitrarily different from "sway" from the fact that it makes listening difficult and stops the singing of birds.

Collapsed-Swayed/Collapsing-Sway/Will-Collapse-Will-Sway = Goorraoa/Goorrao/Goorra WHEN THE WIND IS SO STRONG IT'S MAKING THE TRUNKS GROAN. VERY powerful word, because it will also describe the sway of the roots in the ground as they're pulled by the tree. The ground might literally dance. Also applied emotionally to a cat whose "world is shaken," swaying as if they might collapse, from news so powerful it's making them dizzy. I don't know how to put the power of this word into English so I just made it red lmao. The grass it-bows-together, the oak it-collapes-sways. I would use this for Honor Titles.

Rustle = Kish The sound plants with leaves make when shaken. Compare to Russ, the word for leaves AND the sound they make when wind gently passes through them. A bonus for you.

#Clanmew #DANCING around being straightforward with dances for now #Simply because I am actually really impressed and amused with how people translate it when Shigashig doesn't quite fit #I find it's actually a constriction on creativity that really pays off #People will describe it as swirling. Or jumping. Or skipping...#And in a way that's even more beautiful than straightup like giving a word for jigs vs gavots #I might add them at some point but at the moment I am actually very much enjoying seeing what people come up with #And am trying to add more interesting Clanmew verbs that don't even have equivalents in English

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 8 months

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"How long did you think you could hide that?" or "I'm sorry you had to see me like that." for so cries the wolf au!

Also BITE BITE BITES YOU /POS

BITING U BITING U EEEEEEEE THANK U

(cw injury)

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Your flashlight carved a beam of moonlight over the forest floor, turning leaves and pine-needles into lizards and hedgehogs. Every rustle made you hesitate, every crack of a twig made you pause and swing the light around, scouting out your surroundings. One time the light reflected into the pupils of a deer, who promptly bolted from its sleeping patch while you instinctively tensed up.

A slow cold crept up the back of your neck as you progressed. The shadows stretched around you, a trespasser in these woods so late at night. Familiar trees mocked you with alien surroundings. Your palms were sweating against the flashlight and staff you carried. Another crack had you turning quickly, only to see nothing.

Alone still.

But the cold remained. It crawled up your scalp, the lurking sensation of being watched. Your breath came out too fast, no matter how you controlled it. As you swallowed, the cold abruptly dropped down your neck and into your sweater.

Letting out a shrill yelp, you hopped away, swinging your flashlight up into Eclipse’s face. He reeled, batting at the light, and promptly tumbled from his ethereal wire to splat into the forest floor.

“You asshole,” you spluttered, pulling free the unfortunate frog that had been left to wriggle down your back.

“Worth it,” Eclipse croaked with a grin.

“Fuck you.”

“Language.”

“Seriously, Clip. We’re working tonight. I told Monty that it was fine for it just to be us two, do you want me to call him in?” You folded your arms as Eclipse’s shoulders ducked in, the threat of being admonished by the older demon sitting heavily on them as they pouted. Reasonably chided, Eclipse shrank back down to your level, although it was less to look at you and more to look beyond you. Seeing from your perspective. It didn’t always work but they liked to do it anyway, and it helped you feel more secure as you turned back around to examine the forest around you both.

There had been two actual reports of campsites being hassled in the middle of the night, and one very strongly resurging rumour about an entity with glowing red eyes being seen in the woods at night. If there was one thing to get cryptid hunters rattling in your direction at speed, it was the possibility of a mothman lurking around campers, and you were going to make sure whatever it was either got the better idea of swooping tents or got a large metal stick to the nose.

Whatever the response, you were certainly not going without an entourage and you had plenty of volunteers these days (although Sun and Moon enjoyed being outdoors but rathered that they didn’t get so directly involved in your business - being fixed from scratch once was enough). So tonight, it was Eclipse.

“You’ll probably want to go back up,” you explained to him. “If it is a mothman, they tend to be up in the trees a lot. You could get the jump on them by being up higher.”

“While leaving you rather vulnerable here on the floor if it’s not a mothman,” Eclipse replied.

“I’m fine. I’m hardy, I have the big stick, and I can call for you if I need to,” you said, giving him your best winning smile. They scrunched up their face, all four eyes squinting down at you before poking you on the nose.

“Cheeky,” they grumbled, before reaching overhead and swinging backwards up into the canopy. It never failed to unsettle you, the way he could ascend without any sign of the wire that carried him. But he called it a wire, so you would call it that too.

You were, however, already missing him. Logically you knew he was close by, but unable to see them? Your heart was already pawing at your chest like a sad cat. The forest didn’t give you a reprieve either, only an empty darkness.

Quietly you walked. If it had been silent before, it was a void now.

The forest was holding its breath.

Two feathery forms made a heavy impact right next to you on the path, nearly jolting the flashlight out of your hand. Scrabbling with the light, you reattached it to your backpack strap and flipped the staff over in your hand. Eclipse rolled across the dirt ground, the winged entity crouched on top of him with a wide maw open and showing off rows of teeth that would probably make Eclipse jealous. Massive moth wings with red crescent moons flickered in the light coming off your chest now, folding back as the mothman briefly turned to face you down. Massive red eyes gleamed and reflected back the light, the dark blue face cut through by a swathe of silver. He hissed low and deep at your face.

“Look, please get off my boy and let’s talk,” you said quietly. One hand raised in a calming motion, although that just earned you another warning hiss. “You’ve been causing a fair amount of trouble and-”

“Trespasser,” the voice rolled in your direction, sending cold up your back in a very unpleasant not-frog way.

“My woods, asshole,” you blurted back, holding the staff more upright. So much for talking this through. The mothman crouched low, preparing to spring for you and your light, only to receive two large feet directly into his chest as Eclipse rolled back upright. The two tumbled over each other, exchanging snaps of teeth and flailing curved claws to each other's faces and chests. Trying to separate them out into individual blurs of purple and blue was nearly impossible.

Gritting your teeth, you struck through regardless. Swinging the staff around and over to smack into the chin of the mothman.

“Get - off - my - boy!” you grunted as you drove the mothman back with each concussive swing. Harried backwards, he swiped for you instead, only to have the strike blocked by Eclipse’s hand pushing him down.

“Two on one is cheating!” the mothman snarled.

“Buddy, you picked this - ” You weren’t able to get much further as the mothman kicked his feet out at your chest, the massive fuzzy paws tipped in hooked talons that hooked into your jacket. A weightless swing lurched your stomach sideways before weightlessness swung you true as the mothman launched into the air, carrying you both into the sky. Eclipse’s voice shouted out your name from the forest floor, a panicked shout fading out of earshot far too quickly. Flipping the staff around in your hand, you jabbed up into the joint of the wing best in view. The mothman screeched back down, insulted by your attempt to fight back. Up became around, everything rotating head over heel as a third body slammed into the pair of you. Suddenly it was all about trying to keep yourself from being clawed apart by the entities sandwiching you.

One of Eclipse’s feet kicked into the staff, braced across your chest, abruptly knocking the last bits of air from your lungs. The mothman grunted, flailing across the sky, and your vision blurred hard as wood impacted hard into your back.

Pain screamed up the side of your hip, Your fingers scrabbled around, one hand desperately trying to find something to cling onto as your feet attempted to find a nearby branch for you to slide down onto. It was…far. Several splinters managed to bunch up your shirt and prickle up your waist before you found something sturdy enough to balance on, staff in one hand and cut palm pressed against the tree.

As quickly as the fight had started, it had passed. Leaning against the tree trunk, you held your breath to try and listen out for any sound of the two clashing cryptids.

Silence. The trees creaked around you, pine needles and leaves rustling.

Slowly you slotted the fire staff back into its packing, slinging it over onto your back. With the light of the flashlight still barely flickering and holding onto your backpack, you had some way to navigate your way down the tree. Every possible swish or rustle that could be a returning mothman had your head snapping around attentively, light swinging wide and illuminating the empty neighbouring trees.

Then the light reflected back from large amber eyes and you had to hold back an aggressive shout.

“Careful,” Eclipse growled out, easily clambering into the boughs of your tree, the branches embracing them as they in turn embraced you.

“Sorry,” you replied. It was so easy to fold yourself into Eclipse’s chest, your hands finding purchase among the feathers. Black smudges stained your palms, mixing with the red. “Is he gone?”

“Mmm, flew away. Probably not coming back.” Okay, that wasn’t too bad. “You were very…protective, back there.” Eclipse’s arms tucked under your legs, easily lifting you into a secure grip.The trees began to ascend around the pair of you, pirouetting and sliding from branch to branch.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” you said softly. “I much rather be able to talk these things through. But he was aggressive and - “

“He bit me several times. I think the returning blows were well deserved on his part,” Eclipse grunted. “Plus - “ Their smile nuzzled into the back of your neck, promptly earning a round of ticklish giggles from you. “ - it’s cute to see you being protective.”

“Oh?”

“My boy.” His hands gripped you tighter. “Am I rubbing off on you, sweet pup?”

“Pfft, I was always protective of you. Even when you were being a dick,” you replied with a soft laugh. The fondness cut through the pain still ebbing through your back and waist, and you allowed yourself to remain folded into Eclipse’s arms until finally their feet touched back to solid ground.

Surprise jolted you as you spotted the lights of the cabin ahead through the trees.

“You took us back?” you blurted out from confusion.

“Mothman gone. Job done. Why bother walking?” he replied, even now still carrying you towards the cabin. You gave a small wiggle, unwilling to go through the lack of dignity of being carried (again) into your home, only for the pain in your waist to flare aggressively. Breath stolen from your lungs, you gasped and curled inwards. For a brief few seconds the world was only you, pain, and the walls of feathers around you.

Eclipse’s murmur roused your attention. He’d been still for a while, you realised that now.

“You’re hurt,” he rumbled.

“I’m fine,” you lied. “Put me down, I can walk back.”

They did the opposite. Instead their hands tightened around you, pressure on the mote of pain that made you writhe and dig your fingernails into his chest. Eclipse hissed in return, buckling just a moment, as you both entered the front door light.

“You two have seen worse days.”

Montague and Moon both looked over the pair of you, one disappointed and one concerned. Eclipse quietly lowered you to the ground, where Moon took your dizzy hands and ushered you inside.

“It honestly looks worse than it is,” you told Montague. “We’ve had way worse scrapes and cuts from an aggressive mothman.”

“You have a hole in your side.”

Before you could question what Moon was talking about, he pressed his palm against your waist and pain flared again, causing you to cower away from the touch. Turning his palm up, Moon showed the blood smears to your face.

Ah.

Before your knees could decide whether or not to give out, Eclipse’s hands were cupping under your legs again, not fully lifting you up but cradling you carefully as they manoeuvred you over to one of the new taller dining stools. Moon was already going for the first aid kit, Montague huffing as he nosed at the injury.

“How long did you think you could hide that?” he asked sharply.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t know it was there?” you replied just as bluntly, swinging bats at each other. Montague’s ears flattened, before he licked his nose and laid his head on your thigh with a low sigh. You apologised in kind, rubbing carefully at one of his ears.

Eclipse settled on the floor next to you - one hand on your back, another on your shoulder, and two on your hips. The palms steadied you as Moon lifted up your jumper, your backpack having been removed way before the door and discarded shortly after. You braced for the needle sting of the septic wipe, but it still made you jolt when the cold damp fabric came into contact with the bloodied hole. Eclipse’s hands promptly flexed, holding you still.

“What happened?” Moon asked softly.

“Found the mothman. He was kind of an asshole, and started fighting us,” you explained through gritted teeth. “Tossed me into a tree.”

“Could have been a branch impaled you then,” Montague murmured.

“Nothing like a little impalement to end out the night then.” Eclipse’s low warning rolled over your spine, their face pressed into the side opposite to Moon. Reaching awkwardly around, you placed your hand against his shoulder, and his hand found yours in turn. The night wasn’t quite over yet.

#clockwork writings #so cries the wolf au #ehehehee this was fun~

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slasherbish · 1 year

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Woods (Jesse Cromeans x fem reader)

author note Please let me know if you'd like a gender neutral pronoun version.

Part 1

Why you? Was all that ran through your mind as trees blurred by. ‘I’m a good person, so why me?’ You mentally asked yourself as dried leaves and twigs snapped and crunched under your feet. Your mind wandered back to how this all started.

Feeling confident in full makeup and glam you walked down an alleyway. For the first time in a few weeks you had managed to drag your depressed butt out of bed and into actual clothes. The lights in the alley buzzed casting a yellowish tint onto the womans self. She smiled to herself feeling like a small victory had been won tonight. Glee bubbled up in her chest as she thought back to the few drinks she had with friends at the club. Nothing could possibly ruin this night, she thought. Not a heartbeat later the woman was snatched from the alley by a large man in a black suit and chrome skull mask. She barely had time to scream as the world went black.

Sometime later she came to, in what felt like a coffin. You weren’t about to go down without a fight so you began to scream and hit and kick at the wood in front of you. After a few moments you stopped and listened to the surroundings. The coffin was stood up and opened and you came out swinging. You punched a man with short black hair and what could only be described as an annoying face. A sickening crack came from his nose and he doubled over. “You fucken bitch” Preston yelled holding his now broken nose. You took the moment of confusion by your captures and booked it past them. And now you’re here.

The tall man clad in a black suit topped off with a camera on his shoulder chased her relentlessly. Your only saving grace was that you were slightly faster and slightly more agile. Your lungs burned but you couldn’t stop. If you stop you die. You knew that and so you kept running. He had to admit that he was a little impressed, likening you to a gazelle or deer in his mind. Not many piggies could keep pace, much less out run the large killer.

A second glimmer of hope appeared in the distance. It came in the form of a rickety old wood and rope bridge. You thought that surely a man of his stature wouldn’t dare to cross a bridge that fragile looking. The chasm it covered was deep. Deep enough that a human could not survive the fall. The advantage was in your court. You were nowhere as heavy as the chrome masked man that had been chasing you for the last couple hours, or at least what felt like hours.

Your feet flew over the wooden boards only slightly slowing down. The smile that had painted itself on your face fell as the sound of the killers thudding foot steps on wooden boards reached your ears. Your feet landed on solid ground and you were going to milk that since he was still slowed down from the bridge. You could easily get a huge lead on the man.

Moments later she stopped in her tracks. The sound of a wooden board snapping and a startled grunt made you curse under your breath. ‘Had he fallen all the way down.’ You thought ‘Wait, no’ You realize there was no splat. No thud of a body against cold hard ground. After what felt like an eternity she looked behind her. There she saw one of the mans hands holding on to the crumbling dirt ledge for dear life. ‘He must be able to pull himself up, who isn’t he using his other hand?’ You thought as you stared at the hand. ‘What should I do?’

‘I’m a good person’

#jesse cromeans #jesse #chromeskull #horror #xreader #woods #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #laid to rest #laid to rest 2 #preston #spann #fem reader

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ohtumbly · 1 month

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Top Object Summit (TOS): A Tumblr Novel Object 'Show'

Day 2

The objects woke up from the campsite the next morning. Every member of the two teams gathered around each other and checked if everyone's here.

The Land Team

Birthday Card

Buoy

Cash Register

Encyclopedia

Lapis

Nut

Orange Pop

Potato

Reflector

Sugar Cube

Yo-yo

The Sky Team

Dime

Ice Cream

Jelly

Jotter Book

Lamp

Magnifying Glass

Microwave

Nine of Hearts

Skiffle Board

Tape

Zipper

Chilly's hat popped out in the middle of the snow and then came the rest of his body.

"Get up everyone! Get yourselves a good meal while I set up the next challenge."

So the objects had a not-too pleasant meal of plain processed food from cans and packaging. They were bland and weren't too filling, that even a few of them ate the food objects.

"I should have gave them something better." Chilly thought to itself.

Magnifying Glass looked at them with a sour face. "Eww...Why did you eat our friends?"

"These food are all we had and they weren't that good." Jotter Book replied in return, with his hands full of jelly. "We had no other choice."

Magnifying Glass approached Chilly and stared into its coal eyes.

"Chilly, what do we do with dead contestants?"

"Okay, just watch me."

Chilly the snowman sculpted the dead objects made of snow and then tapped them with his twig arms. The snow sculptures turned into the objects brought back to life and in tip-top condition.

Chilly went off to prepare the next challenge with the objects away.

The afternoon has come in and the contest was set. Chilly returned to gather the objects there.

"Alright contestants, I've set up the next contest, so come out and follow me."

They went a little higher up the mountain to a snowy slope with lots of trees.

"Here we are. This challenge needs a lot of teamwork, and one log."

"The first part is to cut down your team's tree and slide down the slope on it. When you get to the frigid lake down there, make some paddles out of this log but leave some of it for your team to get on. The last part before the finish line is a deep pit of snow. Cut the log into slices to get across the pit and get all your members to cross the finish."

"The team that failed to finish before the other will be up for elimination tonight."

"So y'all ready everyone?"

The objects slowly picked up their saws and carving tools as they stared at Chilly with a straight face.

"Now get logging!"

The contestants have set off running to the trees.

The two teams began cutting the trees, rocking their saws back and forth as the bark gets stripped off and the trees turned thinner and thinner.

Minutes later, The Sky Team's tree was the first to fell. Jelly who climbed up the tree to cut it, was a poor victim of a last moment before death.

"Wait, no- AAAAH!"

And with a sugary splat, Jelly hit the snow and was smashed under the tree.

Dime got covered in grape jelly. She just sighed and got on with the challenge.

The objects all got on the log while Tape has ran off to find Chilly and bring Jelly back to life.

And so they did.

"Hurry everyone, the other team has already cut their tree!" Tape shouted, running back to the log with Jelly.

The tree cut by The Land Team fell on Nut.

"Haha, these guys can't stay away from falling trees." Chilly laughed watching the madness unfold.

Lapis counted for every member of the team. "Where's Nut?"

Nut pushed the fallen tree up with his strong arms, his iron body with barely any scratches.

The Sky Team has gone off with Tape stuck onto the back of the log. The Land Team was getting everyone on the log.

"We don't have much space." Says Cash Register. "Sugar Cube, I need you in my drawer."

And with all of The Land Team on the log, they slid down the slope.

"The Sky Team reached the end of the slope and here they are! The cold lake."

"We should cut this log into something like a canoe." Suggested Tape. "The log couldn't fit us and the ride was uncomfortable."

"No problem ya'mate." Skiffle Board responded. "I'm good at making canoes."

Nine of Hearts cuts a piece of their log into a double-sided paddle with her magic while the other members turned what's left of the log into a canoe fit for the entire team.

"Why do we cut this to a canal?" Asked Magnifying Glass.

The Land Team arrived into the scene.

"You can turn the log into all the paddles you want. I can float across the water." Said Buoy with a boost of confidence.

"Would you feel cold?" Asked Lapis.

So The Land Team cuts most of the log into paddles for every member while keeping the rest for half of the team. The other half hopped onto Buoy and they crossed the lake.

"Yeah Lapis, i-it's c-c-cold," Buoy stuttered floating on the cold lake, "...b-but we can make it."

"The other team is far at the end of the lake!" Shouted Birthday Card, looking at what's ahead while paddling on the log.

The Land Team paddled faster and the gap between the two teams were closing in.

"Here comes The Land Team!"

Soon, the two teams had reached the snow pit. The Sky Team has cut the canoe into pieces to hop across, but the gaps in the canoe made them sink in the deep snow. Lamp, sank into the snow with the piece of canoe she's standing on.

"Lamp! Get out of here!" The team shouted at her.

When Lamp went back to the first end of the snow pit, the other team members tried pulling her out.

Dime, however, pushed Microwave into the snow pit. She grapped Jotter Book, hopped on Lamp's lampshade, then onto Microwave, threw Jotter Book into the snow pit, hopped onto his back and reached the other side.

"Dime! You can't treat our teammates as disposable tools." Said Ice Cream. "That's not nice."

"We're objects." Dime replied with a sheepish grin. "We have a purpose for uses."

"We have to pull Lamp, Microwave and Jotter Book out of the snow!" Magnifying Glass added on.

The members of The Sky Team continued to pull them out of the snow pit. Nine of Hearts tried to get Jotter Book out of the snow with her magic but he was too far away for her. It leaves an open chance for The Land Team to get to the finish without having to use their log.

"Look! We can use them to get to the other side of the snow pit!" Suggested Reflector with her eyes sparkling.

"Yeah. Let's do it." Said Cash Register, and Sugar Cube popped out of his drawer.

"I'll stick with using the logs." Orange Pop countered.

"While The Sky Team was still trying to pull their team members out, The Land Team went on hopping over their heads and across the line. Orange Pop has stuck with using the log."

The Sky Team has finally pulled out Lamp and Microwave when Tape found Orange Pop laying out paddles.

"Look! We'll cross this part of the pit to get Jotter Book out!"

So Tape got on the logs. Orange Pop heard the sound of footsteps and looked behind. He kicked the paddle Tape was on away from the others.

"Hey!" Tape shouted as she was about to fall.

"And Orange Pop made it! The Land Team has all of its members at finish line first. The Sky Team will have one of its members leaving."

"The Land Team will advance up the mountain for now."

"Thanks Chilly." Reflector winked, as the moonlight shone on her and back.

Vote for one of the members of The Sky Team to be eliminated from competition. Poll in the reblogs below:

(You can tell me who you voted for in the replies)

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basilone · 4 months

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Because she is technically yours, I am going to ask you for Maggie Paquin and a kiss at war's end - but who she kisses is entirely up to you! Have fun!

Maggie, baby, it's been too long. I love her so very much, but she's absolutely more yours than mine at this point in time. 😉 But I'm really excited about this, and I hope I'm side-stepping your fic canon just a little here! (And thank you for letting me taking her for a spin!) You know who she kisses. You know it's gonna be Lieb. Here's how that happens! Want to send me a prompt like Merc did? Read the details here.

there's a light in everything

She should be glad. Should be joining in the smiles – under the shouts of how lucky are we! – and should definitely be making use of the last remnants of champagne. The thing is, and Maggie Paquin knows full well how utterly absurd this thing is, she’s not feeling very lucky. Or very thrilled.

Her shoulders hunch as she shoves her hands into her pockets. Her fingers close around a stray lighter and a packet of gum reflexively. She balls them into her fists, until the lighter chafes against her skin and the packet feels squishier than before. Her feet kick at the rocks that litter this side of the water, further out than their usual swimming-and-diving haunt.

At first, there’d been victory in Europe. Which had been more than fine, really, and the ensuing party had made up for any lingering doubts about it at the time. And she’d still had those doubts come in, alone, later on, staring up at the ceiling in a bedroom that was at least triple the size of what she had at home. Doesn’t know how anyone would not have them, not after everything.

It’d just been easier than victory in Japan is proving to be. After all, once the doubts had set in so had the information reels about the war over in the Pacific. She’d married her doubts to that – to the crabs, so many of them she thinks she could’ve set one on Webster every night and still have been overrun herself, and the flamethrowers – and it’d been all right to act nervous when even Captain Speirs had blinked faster than usual at what they were seeing. The war hadn’t been over after all – all those damn calisthenics they’d made them do, with Sarge gettin’ real antsy every time they got it wrong – and there was something reassuring about that.

Maggie takes aim at a particularly large rock. Kicks it so viciously that it rolls down ponk ponk splat straight into the water.

“I’d ask what that rock ever did to you, Packin’, but I don’t wanna get my shin kicked next. Fuck.”

She rolls her eyes before she realizes her back’s turned to him. “It’s not about the rock,” she bites out, casting a glance full of ire over her shoulder. Rolls her eyes again for good measure. “Your shin’s looking better to me by the minute.”

Joe Liebgott actually smirks at that. “Tempting, is it?”

“I’d kick it if I thought you’d survive the way it’d snap under you like a little twig.”

“Since when am I off the Lieb-must-die list?”

Maggie huffs out a breath. Clenches her fist so tightly around her lighter that she can feel the imprint it’s making in the palm of her hand. Since there are people that actually want you dead, she almost says, except she’s not that cruel and the world’s been unkind aplenty already.

“Dunno,” she shrugs instead, turning back to the water. “Guess since they told us we’re at peace now.”

“Are we?”

Maggie’s eyebrow raises imperceptibly when more rocks are kicked down to the water by feet other than her own. It’s a loaded question – are we at peace? – that she hasn’t got the faintest hope of answering. It’s like she’s in a tunnel, these days, one of those dark tunnels that’s barely got a light at the end, one that’s almost pressing in on her every time she tries to breathe. And she’s got trouble breathing now, doesn’t she, now that the soil’s come up to her mouth and the smoke feels like it’s never gonna clear her lungs and the light goes completely pale and there’s just no air and…

“Breathe, Packin’,” she hears as if through a fog. “Fuck. Breathe, come on”– and she knows it’s Lieb, knows it’s his hands on her upper arms and his breath on her face, but she’s all inhale and no exhale and feeling damn light-headed for it –“come on, Mags, don’t do this to me, fucking breathe.” And just like that, she’s bundled up against a very firm chest with arms closing in tight around her, so warm that she startles in a breath and exhales a hiccup instead. “There you go, that’s right, breathe already. Fuck.”

Joe Liebgott’s head rests atop her own as she shudders through the next breath, then the breath after that. She hiccups again upon the exhale, not burying it in his uniform fast enough if his sharp Mags is anything to go by. She’s heaving through her breaths now, heaving until her stomach joins the somersault her lower belly’s making, and he’s just standing here holding her like that’s a thing they do now. It’s never been a thing they do – aside from shoving each other and one unfortunate foxhole-share in the past – and it’s that fact alone that’s shaking her loose from the tunnel.

“If you wanted a hug,” she says, coughing now that he’s squeezing her even tighter, “you should’ve asked.”

“Right, yeah,” he huffs, “it’s about the hug.” She can practically feel his exasperation take up root in his belly, pressed against her like he is. “Sure, Mags, whatever.”

And she’s Mags now, like she’s sort-of been since things went to shit and they got round to talking about futures as if they had any. He skipped straight past Maggie and definitely shot straight past Paquin – she’d joked, once, about Marguerite being too much for his tongue to handle – and somewhere in between all the namecalling he’d decided to land on Mags.

“Joe,” she whispers, trying to answer in kind for reasons she can’t fully fathom, “you can let go now.”

He does, in a way, except his hands now come to rest warm on either side of her face and he’s still standing too close. His eyes are closed – like they’re stumbling around in the dark, like he’d still know her blind regardless – and his breath exhales out of him in shorter puffs than usual. He looks tired, this up close, strung out somehow, and there’s such an absence of joy that Maggie can’t help but step closer to.

It’s as if she’s trying to fill a void. Like this is what she can do, even though she’s much smaller than him and hasn’t a hope of filling up a space that big. Like this is what he lets her do – and he does, she realizes, when his hands land at the base of her neck – and like this can mean something.

Maggie lets go of the pack of gum in her pocket. Lets go of the lighter, too, and gives her left hand a little shake to clear the worst of its imprint. She doesn’t trust her hands to be soft, or gentle, or anything of the dainty sort. Doesn’t think it matters any now. It’s the end of war, and she knows they’ve both never been more afraid.

“I don’t wanna go home,” she says, casual as anything, adjusting his collar and brushing her knuckles against his jaw. “I don’t know. The girls keep talking about it. Keep asking me what I’m gonna do when I get back.” She shrugs. Bites her lip as her hand lands on his neck and stays there. “I haven’t a fucking clue.”

“Yeah,” he exhales, breath warm on her cheek. “Know the feelin’. Guess you could come live in the trunk of my cab.” He chuckles, low, not mean. “You’d fit.”

“Yeah? I have a big personality, Joe. Worth a passenger’s seat at least.”

His eyes crack open just a sliver, just enough. “You upgrading yourself already? Ungrateful, fuck.”

“I’m worth it,” she grins, prodding at his chest for emphasis. “You don’t even know.”

“Don’t I,” he starts, and –

She thinks he stoops down and kisses her, first. He thinks it was her, or so she learns later, stepping up on tiptoe and kissing him first. They’ll argue about it – she knows this even as she’s kissing him, kissing Joe – and they’ll bicker about who’s first just to find someone to blame for it. But there’s no blaming this, no blaming the fire that shoots through her at the surprised sound he makes when she doesn’t pull back, no blaming his hands going to her waist while she invites him closer.

It’s the goddamn end of war and I’m kissing Joe Liebgott, she thinks, filing it away as the one thing from this victory day she’ll never tell Niamh about.

“Mags,” he says, wondering.

She wants to bolt.

“Joe,” she says instead, and reaches up to mess with his hair just to start a fight. “You fucking moron.”

#joe liebgott #maggie paquin #joe x maggie #basilonefic #band of brothers

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 1 year

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SCREECH?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING SCREECH GOD DAMN FOOL JUMP SCARING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING SCREECH

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT SCREECH I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP JUMPSCARES WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM I HAVE SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said screech’s waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with screech whispering one "psst!” in person on voice in game not only will i close the tab i will delete my roblox out of spite and have to replay the entire game again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he jumpscares you but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some gloopy shithead whos a fan of going “psst!” and wanted to do it ill go ham

BETTER have had a monster make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateScreech

game’s not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his dark room and I lost it

where the fuck is screech if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old glob

ill punch screech and his sad frail old glob twig goop will simply splat apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final whisper he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when screech died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true whisperings

#/c #areus rambles #roblox doors #doors #screech doors

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rodivi · 2 years

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Forgotten Curse: Sukuna x Curse! Reader:

Art by me (RosaliavonVaugh is my other account, but I mainly use Rodivi)

I scroll through my phone seeing speech bubbles fly past like there's no tomorrow.

Wow. I can't believe how good this series is! I wish I could meet some of my favorite characters... Does that make me a simp? Meh.

With the dirt brushing against my sneakers, I take in a deep breath enjoying the fresh air. Avoiding the prickly shrubs and ferns I make my way down the powdery path.

"Come here y/n."

I stopped, sweating at how close that voice sounded. Nothing appeared to be out of place, just trees, ivy, and ferns. Regaining some semblance of strength, I take one step forward and then another. Until I'm in a full-on sprint. Thinking that I am far away from whatever the hell that was, I push myself up against a tree. Black dots spot my vision.

"Don't run from me."

Is that? No, it couldn't be. He isn't in this realm. That's impossible.

I glance around myself once more to check if he is here. Sweat is soaking my shirt and my heart drops at the disaster waiting to happen. I eased out of my hiding spot and stepped back onto the pathway.

Something shoved me forward and as I stretched my arms to brace myself there was nothing underneath me. A bright light engulfs my body as I begin to tumble down into the unknown.

I huddle into myself and spin wishing I could grab onto a branch or even a twig to keep me grounded. Yet there is nothing. Blue lights swirl around me when I dare to peek at my fate. It kind of reminds me of a raspberry slushy. A brush of air vaults me upward, slowing my descent and I shiver. Holding my breath, I wish to forget the flipping my stomach is doing.

Am I going to die?

Nausea bubbles up within me and I clasp a hand over my mouth. Which does little to help.

Should I say my final farewells? Eh...too late for that.

*SPLAT*

The ocean of blues fades away and all I hear is ringing. Everything hurts.

***

The world spins as I open my eyes. When I attempt to move, my legs shock me with pain. I give up on moving, I try to figure out how to stop the world from swirling first.

My eyesight whooshes like a merry-go-round. In an attempt of desperation, I stare at one spot for what feels like forever until my vision stills.

One problem is fixed and then another starts.

My legs appear as a mangled mess of noodles. And the pain comes back with a vengeance.

God fucking dammit.

I don't recognize where I am. What I can only assume to be my phone is covered in cracks like a shattered mirror. When I turn it on the screen glitches and different colors fill in the spots between the shards.

First, I wake up in a place I don't know. Then, the vertigo and of course my phone doesn't work. Even BETTER. And the pain, oh god the pain.

Then my legs start healing.

What the fuck.

The pain begins to subside and I shove my phone back into my pocket.

I'm starting to question my humanity at this rate.

I rest my face in my hands before checking my other pockets.

A wallet?

Popping open the clip on the leather wallet I find my ID.

At least I know some things about myself now.

I inhale before taking in the environment. The city. I glance up at the writing on the signs and recognize that it's Japanese. One more look at my ID confirms this is not home. I make an attempt to push myself off the ground. And somehow my legs hold albeit shaking.

At least they aren't bent in the wrong direction anymore. Heh.

Grinding my teeth together from the pain, I mosey onward searching for anything familiar but I come up blank.

It would be great if I knew how I ended up in a tiny side street in the middle of Japan. Ah! I need to look for a main road. Find people, find help. LOGIC.

I nod my head and gestured my hands forward toward the road in front of me. But when I ask a passerby for directions but they ignore me. On the second try, I talk a bit louder this time and go to another person. That's when I see my reflection in a store window. I have two small horns poking out of my head and black markings all over my arms.

"Hey! Watch where you're..." Startled, I freeze awestruck that a person just strolled right through me no problem. Stumbling back, I grasp my shoulders, chills creeping all over my body. I catch myself still mystified by what just happened.

I'm not human anymore.

"You know what, I'll just roam far, far away from people. That did not just happen." I pull my hands down my face and cover my nose and mouth for a moment to regain even a little bit of my sanity.

***

Meanwhile at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School at the same time...

"I'mmmmmm back!!" Gojo waves with a huge grin on his face.

"Where were you?" Megumi shoves his hands into his coat pockets.

"I was getting mochi from Hokkaido! It's this new flavor called Strawberry Banana!" Gojo says with a glint in his eye.

"Not more souvenirs..." Megumi sighs.

"They are not souvenirs they are delicious, mouthwatering, savory goodness!!"

"..." Megumi shakes his head in disapproval.

"Itadori, how is your training going?"

"I've been practicing on a new technique with Kugisaki." Yuji punches straight into the air and brings it back down with a smile.

Gojo stops smiling and stares off into the distance.

"Is something wrong Satoru?" Yuji asks.

It's nothing~." Gojo takes out his phone and calls Nanami.

"What do you want Gojo? I'm busy."

"Hey don't be like that."

*Sigh*

"Actually...Did anything strange happen recently?"

"Unless you mean you calling me then no."

"You wound me Nanami."

"Goodbye."

"Hey! I wasn't done--Ah, he hung up. Maybe it really was nothing." Gojo mumbles. "Anyway...It's time for another mission!" Gojo flashes a toothy grin and finishes off the mochi.

***

Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara arrive at an alleyway that is fenced off with "no trespassing" signs.

"Where is Satoru?" Itadori asks.

"He probably has more important things to do." Megumi mentions.

"Should we split up? Stay together?" Nobara says.

"Let's just stay in a group for now." Megumi suggests.

Darkness creeps in as they wander the abandoned alleyway.

"Have we been here long?" Nobara says.

"Why?" Megumi says.

"It's dark already." Nobara stops walking forward.

"But we just got here?"

"You might want to look up." Nobara nods her head toward the sky.

"I'm pretty sure the sun isn't red." Megumi almost loses his footing when glancing up at the red sun.

"Do you think it's a domain?"

"Yes, and we're in the middle of it."

"Help me!"

"Did you guys hear that?" Itadori says taking a few steps toward the noise.

"Help me!"

"Hear what?" Megumi says swinging his head to assess his surroundings. Then Yuji breaks off from the group further into the maze of streets.

"Itadori, come back!"

Running after Yuji they both get consumed by the darkness.

"Fushiguro! Itadori!" Nobara says.

Darkness closes in around her like ink spilling and blackening every object in the vicinity. When she goes to follow, she gets caught in something.

"What? I can't move my legs." Nobara finds her feet stuck to the ground and struggles to move. Cold breath is on her face. It's a curse. It was an amalgamation of eyes, arms, hands, and teeth. She aims with hammer in hand and hits a few nails at the enemy. But there is no wail of pain, only a wide smile. The curse lands on top of her back and takes a bite out of her shoulder.

"Bastard! Think you can get me while I'm down." Reaching for more nails she realizes one of her hands is stuck in the sticky substance. Her ribcage strains to hold together some breaking from the weight. Frantically she grabs the straw doll, whilst her back is being torn to pieces.

"Aaah...Can't breathe." With her one free hand she throws the straw doll in front of her. Then she searches her wound for a part of the curse. A tooth. She screams the claws getting closer to her spine. Straining her body to its limits she breaks her other hand free of the slime.

"It's over." She hits tooth to nail on the straw doll. It gets off her back letting out another wail and slumps over. The slime begins to dissipate and Nobara crawls pushing herself against the wall for support.

The liquid blackness recedes into the shadows of the alley. Blood soaks her wounds and she leans against the wall for support. She hobbles into the dark abyss as she searches for her friends.

***

"Help..."

The desperate cry turns to a whisper as Yuji discerns where it came from. The alleyway becomes an endless stretch of road. It splits off into two paths, left and right. Darting his eyes back and forth he decides left. But a person stops him in his tracks. An outstretched hand seeks his.

"You're safe now." Itadori says reaching out.

*CHOMP*

His once hand is now a stub. Then, he's thrown into a concrete wall. Air is ripped from his lungs as he pushes himself to his feet. That's when he notices a string attached to the human's head. The curse flings the person around like a rag doll. Tearing part of his hood off he stops the bleeding with hand and mouth. He huffs and attempts to keep a calm mind. But when he goes to punch the curse, the human lure is put in front of him again. Not falling for the same trick twice he charges forward getting in a few good punches.

"AAAAAaaaaa...Friend?" The human lure is flung above and big droopy eyes look down at the two. Its mouth is thin yet tall and the teeth appear long. On top it has four red flower petals that sway and a puff of yellow is released from the head.

"Cover your mouth!" Megumi shouts as he makes a wing symbol with his hands. "Rue, go for the source!" The owl shikigami flies to the center of the flower and dives.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa..." The curse groans as the flower wilts. Yet the owl shikigami is nowhere to be seen. Yuji runs in covering his head with his hood and pummels the curse to a pulp with Divergent Fists. Spores of yellow land and the hood's fabric sizzles.

"Acid?" Before Yuji can figure out what's happening, the human lure makes a return like a wrecking ball and Yuji smashes through one wall after another.

While he recovers from the pain Megumi summons his Demon dogs and they leap forward ripping at the curse's body. And Rue rolls out twitching from the burns.

"You did well."Megumi unsummons the owl shikigami and rushes to the holes where Yuji smashed into.

"Itadori, Itadori! Are you..." Megumi kneels and Yuji gives him a thumbs up. He offers an arm and they walk back to the alleyway.

"You're lucky you're still alive." Megumi sighs.

On the way back something lurks in the shadows eyeing them.

"What is that?!" Megumi startled goes back on guard.

The demon dogs begin their assault leaping into the darkness.

"Wait, wait please don't hurt--ah!" The curse grabs the shikigami's mouth to stop it from biting her but the other comes around and goes in for the kill.

The curse shoves the shikigami back. The dog skids back claws scratching the concrete and circles their prey. Yuji shoves Megumi away, putting himself between the two and holds the demon dogs back.

"Fushiguro stop, can't you see she isn't doing any harm?" Yuji pleads.

"She is clearly trying to trick us." Megumi doesn't let up and Yuji has no choice but to defend the curse.

"She's not attacking us."

"A curse is a curse."

"Then where does that put me Fushiguro?"

Yuji maintains his resolve arms spread and holding his ground. Yuji turns his head to get a better look at the "enemy". She appears human except for the horns and eyes like a snake.

"Exorcise them Itadori or I'll do it myself."

*Ring, ring*

Megumi's eyes dart to Yuji's pocket.

"Are you going to pick that up?" He's tempting him to take the call, waiting to get back on the offensive. Yuji gulps as he slowly reaches for his phone taking glimpses at Megumi when he finally answers.

"Hey~. Did you guys finish the mission?"

"We um...encountered a curse that asked for help."

"Never heard of that happening before. I'll be right over." Gojo suddenly appears between Megumi and Yuji.

"Sensei, seriously how do you do that?!" Yuji says in shock.

"I'll explain another time. So, where's this curse?" Gojo puts his hand to his forward like a salute and spins around until his eyes land on the curse cowering behind Yuji.

"What do you think?" Megumi asks.

"Asking for help...huh. What do you think you are human?"

"Yes?"

Gojo laughs wiping a tear from his eye.

"Wow, I did not expect that. Well, I'll be taking them back to Jujutsu High for further investigation."

"Let's go." Gojo grabs the curse and teleports back.

"Wait--"

"He's already gone. Have any idea what he's going to do with her?" Megumi says.

"Nope, I just hope she's still alive by the time we get back." Yuji says.

"Haaaa..haaa..." Nobara shuffles over barely keeping her footing.

"Did you guys exorcise all the curses in the area?"

"Never mind that. What happened to your back?"

"Curse."

"Nobara we need to get you back you've lost too much blood."

"So did you finish?"

"One left."

"Where's the last one?"

"Gojo took her for interrogation."

"Shit, I don't think I can stand for much longer." Nobara trips and almost loses her balance.

"Nobara!" Both Yuji and Megumi say at the same time rushing over to their friend.

"Yuji your hand...! Damn, we really need to go back." Megumi sighs.

"I'm alright...it kinda' just happened."

"Just happened? Who the hell says that!" Nobara smacks him upside the head, "Be more careful next time."

"Jeez no need to hit me so hard..."

"You should really get your hand checked...out." Nobara says as she loses consciousness.

"Nobara!" Megumi and Yuji rush over and see her back. The claw marks that stretched across her torso made her back more similar to chopped meat instead of human flesh. Megumi picks Nobara up carrying her on his back.

"Megumi I can help if you want--"

"You're already hurt enough as is. Just focus on getting back."

*BOOM*

A large explosion goes off in the distance and debris rains down. Yuji glances at Megumi with a knowing look.

"Go Yuji, I need to take Nobara back to get treatment."

Yuji nods and runs off toward the explosion. When he reaches the place all he can see is a large open area with rubble everywhere. Small fires linger but not enough to cause major damage. The blast blew through some of the concrete walls piling the rubble together like a rockfall. Metal rods stick out from the floors of buildings and pieces hang where the floor caved in.

Yuji goes in wandering around looking for the curse that could of done this and he sees something walking around the rubble. Sneaking around Yuji ambushes it and lands a few good hits but has to dodge. Although it doesn't appear to have done much damage. The curse runs forward smiling and tries tearing into Yuji's flesh. Yuji steps back just barely avoiding it. He jumps on the rubble getting a bit further away to assess a plan. But he wasn't fast enough and is punched into the air hacking up blood. The curse leaps and punches Yuji into the ground. Yuji is surrounded by a circle of cracked concrete around him. The curse is laughing at him and thinks the fight is finished and goes to leave.

"Where do you think you're going with my finger?" Sukuna pushes himself off the ground and takes a quick step to do a combination of punches. He ends up healing Yuji's arm in the process.

"I really need to stop doing that."

The curse is left crushing into wall after wall after wall unable to stop until Sukuna comes up and slices it to pieces.

"You're not even putting up a fight."

The special grade curse regenerates rapidly and fights Sukuna head on.

"That's more like it." Sukuna says wide eyed enjoying the thrill of the battle. His bloodlust is like a bottomless pit that needs to be filled. He yanks the curse's arms off and opens his domain.

***

"You were just like the other one, weak." Sukuna shakes his hand to take off the blood from retrieving his finger.

"Another finger." He smirks as he eats it.

"Megumi~, Where are you?" He strolls along searching for Megumi when he gets an idea and he snickers to himself.

****A/N: Updates every Friday. This is my first fanfiction and I plan on making this a really slow burn. I hope you enjoy! This story will also be available on Tumblr and AO3. (^w^) Don't forget to make comments and save it to your library!

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Twig by Skottie Young, art and designs by Kyle Strahm, and coloring by Jean-Francois Beaulieu. Image, 2022. 9781534323469. Contains #1 - 5. Publisher's Rating: T / Teen. https://www.powells.com/book/-9781534323469?partnerid=34778&p_bt

Because Twig's father had no apprentice when he died, Twig has to take his place. Now it's his first day as the new Placeling, and Twig is late. Mount Guphin (a living mountain) reminds him the world is depending on him and then unfurls a strange bridge to get Twig on his way. He descents (ungracefully) into the Belly Mines and there is given a gem, along with instructions on how to find the Pathsayer's Cartogratory. The only problem is the Pathsayer is dead, and can't tell Twig his quest. When Twig tries to find it out on his own, he accidentally kills the gem. Luckily his father told him what to do about dead gems, and that sets Twig on a quest (which it seems may be the last quest of all).

I loved Twig's friend Splat, a mollusk-like creature who accompanies him throughout. And that the story is full of adventure and kindness and bright, beautiful colors that buoy everything. If you've got a favorite fantasy graphic novel for kids, I'm sure it will remind you of that in the best ways. (I've got no idea why this is rated T for teens -- I don't remember Twig being a potty mouth or anything. It would appeal to any kid above fourth grade, and although there are some toothy creatures and a few scary moments, I don't think it would cause terror in most of them.)

#bookreview #graphicnovel #graphicnovelreview #imagecomics

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— character info sheet.

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name: Rind

name meaning: She's more or less named after the rind of a fruit

alias/es: Rin/Rinrin, The Shapeshifter, Anklebiter

ethnicity: Eevee

one picture you like best of your chara: I give Rind a lot of love when I draw her! Here are a few of my personal faves that I've done

two h/cs you never told anyone

Rind's favorite gemstones are diamonds, opals, and pearls. She finds herself particularly drawn to the way light and colors tend to manifest and shine in these jewels, especially some lab created white diamonds. By contrast, she finds black diamonds to be terribly dull and are not her first choice of target.

In verses where she cannot evolve and devolve freely, Rind's top choices of evolution are Umbreon, Jolteon, and Leafeon. She likes to consider how an evolution could benefit her career as a jewel thief and feels these three would make the best thieves. At the bottom rung of her consideration is Sylveon, because its white pelt stands out in the dark and she isn't fond of the twirly ribbons and lovey-dovey aspect of that evolution (Guess which one she ends up evolving into)

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Count the jewels! If you had a massive haul of gems and jewelry stashed away in your home, wouldn't you stop to admire them every so often? Rind could spend hours counting, polishing, and gazing into her stash!

Annoy the acquaintances. Rind loves plastering herself to people she perceives as overly serious and self-important and finding all the ways she can ruffle their feathers. Silly nicknames, affectionate teasing and handing out deliberately bad advice in hopes they'd be gullible enough to follow it are some of her favorite tactics. In short, Rind is a littol troll ;3c

Raiding trash. It may seem a lowly and filthy way to find food (... and it is) but Rind is consistently surprised to find what humans will throw away. Dumpsters and trashcans near restaurants and supermarkets are her favorite places to root through.

seven people your character likes / loves: Being a lowly varmint with a penchant for thievery and lying, Rind doesn't exactly make many friends

Squirrel (Rind's mother. Despite having a rocky relationship in most verses, they both still care about each other. There's a mother daughter bond in there somewhere...)

Twig and Leaf (Her brothers are the only other family she has besides their mother. They've both led very different lives than her's, but they're still siblings no matter what!

two things your character regrets:

Actually hurting anyone. Rind may be a bit of a bully and has a habit of pushing others around, but she never wants to really hurt anyone. Most of her tough talk is all fluff, she doesn't fight unless she has no choice and will always use non lethal force when necessary. Those few times things got out of hand stay in her head as a reminder to not go too far and to not make any real "friends."

Not trying to leave her family amicably. The last she saw them, Rind got into a fight with her mother and left for the city in a huff. Though she still loves Squirrel and would like to see her after so many years apart, she is both convinced her own mother dislikes her and she wouldn't even know what to say in the first place.

two phobia your character has:

Trains. After a few too many close encounters with them in underground subway stations, Rind is very wary of trains and is mindful of how much a moving train can absolutely destroy anything it hits. If something falls into the tracks, its as good as gone as far as Rind is concerned.

Falling from a great height. Rind doesn't have much to save herself if she fell from too high up. Perhaps, if she is prepared, her Sylveon form could grab onto something with her feelers, or she could safely dive into water below as a Vaporeon. But the risk of being splatted on the pavement keeps her away from high rises and rooftops.

tagged by: @hamadacare (Sorry this took a month to get to lol)

tagging: Umm... Whoever wants it!

#about rind;#((thank you for tagging me friend *proceeds to vanish into the void yet again*

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