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crescentblossom66 · 7 months

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Bond of the Beasts Chapter 7

After being scolded by Cookie for her reckless behavior, that Hattie even agree was her fault, both her and Bow were brought in- and out of school by the red-haired woman until they could be certain that the hunters were no longer looking for them. And had assumed that they had left. It took two whole weeks for the hunters to leave the school area alone, two whole weeks in which neither Hattie nor Bow even got a glimpse at Timmy. They were worried for him, but there was nothing they could do.

“Do you think that the hunters...managed to capture Timmy?” Bow hesitantly asked Hattie as they walked back to their rooms after dinner. The forlorn expression and the slumping of the shoulders of her sister already told Bow all she needed to know, it caused her skin to turn a shade of blue.

“I want to say that he's fine, but...I don't know.” As the two girls headed to their rooms to rest, there was a slight argument downstairs.

“Stop making such a fuss, old man, you don't even need that painkiller.” The vampire held up the small box of medication with a wide grin, taking delight in the anger that he was eliciting from the wereowl that was in utter pain.

The shorter man growled and shivered in both rage and a considerable amount of agony as he got off from his seat in an attempt to retrieve it. “Trust me, laddie, I'd snap yer wee, thin spine in two if I wasnae achin'!” The strain in the voice of the wereowl was only causing a sinister sounding chuckle from the vampire.

“Do your ancient bones ache due to it being a full moon today? Well, too bad! You should have thought about that BEFORE you took that last blood pack out of the lower part of the fridge.”

The old man growled and balled his hands to fists. “Do you honestly thing that I'd take one of those filthy, disgusting packs?! I'm a wereowl, not a complete savage like you, bloodsuckers!”

“You're aware that your kind is the epitome of savage, right? I mean my kind doesn't go out there killing and eating the flesh of every innocent animal they find, if that isn't savage, I think you live in a different reality from mine.” The Conductor tried his hardest to reach the bottle of painkillers, the pain was starting to get to the point that it caused his eyes to water. It happened every single month, that excruciating pain that caused him to get even more irritated than usual whenever it happened. A day before his transformation and subsequent day, he would ache terribly as his bones and whole body would distort into a feral mix of human and owl. Of course that procedure would put a huge strain on him and cause him to be in pain akin to breaking all his bones before they'd fix themselves again. “Maybe if you ask reeeal nicely, I'll consider giving it back to you.”

The blonde man's first thought was to be defiant and tell him to shove the blood packs and the painkillers so far up his rectum that it would come out his mouth again, but his words got caught in his throat as he only let out a small yelp of pain he couldn't suppress. A wave of pure agony spread throughout his whole spine and lower back as one of the vertebrae cracked and shifted. “Please...just give me the damn thing...” The purple-haired man chuckled and tossed him the bottle which the other almost dropped out of surprise.

“Leave my things alone next time, I won't be so benevolent if it happens again.” With that the vampire went back to up the stairs to the attic, leaving the wereowl alone in the living room.

The Conductor glared after the the purple-haired man for a moment longer before he popped open the bottle and took three pills which he swallowed without even a sip of water. He went past Cookie who looked down the hallway at him, peeking her head out from the kitchen. “Can you go a day without-...” She noticed how agitated the man was, even his palms bleed as his sharp nails dug into his hand when he turned it into a shaking fist, she had forgotten what day it was.

“Not now, Cookie...” The contempt in the voice of the man send chills down Cookie's back who approached him slowly with a potion she had made earlier. She was aware that he was in great pain, that's why she had spent the last months trying to learn how to make a potion that could make the transformation and the discomfort in the days that lead up to it less painful and harsh.

“I'm sorry, sweetie, I forgot what day it was...this month was pretty tumultuous. I'm sorry I yelled at you.” She'd have a word with Snatcher later, the vampire was just as aware as her that the wereowl was in pain, yet he showed no compassion at all.

The tension left his shoulders a bit and he took a deep breath to calm himself down again with moderate success. His instincts that were getting stronger again with the full moon being the next night, told him to either back away or attack the witch that still moved closer and closer with every step, holding out a strange smelling potion. It wasn't as pungent and intense as the one she had given the young girl around half a month ago, however it still made him recoil from it. Cookie noticed his eyes narrowing and focusing on her while his hands twitched, the few feathers that she couldn't see as his clothes hid them, were starting to raise as well. “I told ye to stay away!” The Conductor stopped himself at the last second from adding that he was worried about her getting hurt by him...He even hissed a bit, hoping that she'd get the idea which seemed to be the case as she put the liquid down on the little chest in the hallway. His feathers lowered and hands stopped twitching when she slowly backed away again.

“Please drink it, Conductor, it will help you, I promise.” The red-haired woman gave him a gentle smile which caused him to look away again to hide the embarrassment he felt at her care. He was grateful when she turned back around and headed back to the kitchen. The liquid tasted just as bad as it smelled, and he had to fight hard against the urge to gag, but it certainly did what Cookie promised it would do. The terrible pain he was in became a lot more bearable, maybe he'd even be allowed so sleep tonight. Regularly it was tough for him to even catch a wink of sleep a day before a full moon, not only due to the pain, but it made a particularly haunting nightmare resurface month after month. He shuddered at the mere thought of that dream returning to plague him once again. The Conductor wasn't one to cry easily, pain never bothered him much. He had survived more gunshots when he could count from those that hunted werebeasts out of sport or for their unique fur coats or feathers. He had fought and bled often enough before Cookie had helped him a few years ago, several scars littered his body, some that could easily be overlooked like the tiny scar under his eye, while others were deep and unsightly like the large cut on his chest. Physical pain wasn't the issue, but the mental pain he dragged around since that fateful night Cookie found him, did.

The short man decided to turn in for the night and attempt to get some rest, he thanked the stars that he just missed the DJ leaving the house, he'd likely have punched him if he so much as uttered a simple hello at this point. He looked at the small cactus placed on his window sill that, even though the DJ had given it to him to partly mock him after telling him that any plant in the house would die after the basilisk had asked him to take care of the young monstera, and he had been so busy that he had forgotten to water it and it died. The cactus, however, was still green. The wereowl growled when he remembered the comment from the man, saying that the golden ball cactus reminded him of the prickly and abrasive personality of the Conductor. He had no idea why he kept that rather mean-spirited gift around, maybe he should throw the cactus away, he didn't enjoy having greenery in his room anyway.

The moment he laid down he fell asleep immediately, the hard workday and his body aching horribly, that and the effects of the potion Cookie had so thoughtfully provided him with, caused him to drift into a rather easy and pleasant sleep. The nightmare that haunted him so frequently didn't appear and he awoke the next morning feeling rather well given the circumstances. He prepared himself for his day, took a shower, ate toast, and got himself a nice coffee, as no one else was up yet. He left the house a bit earlier than normal as today was the day to inspect the the train. When he was about to leave, he noticed that Bow came down the stairs to head to the bathroom. Her tired, half-closed eyes met his for a moment before she darted behind a corner out of sight. With a sigh and a slightly guilty expression, he left the house, he would have loved to patch up the issue that the young girl had with him, but unfortunately it had to wait, as he was already running a bit late.

The sun was slowly starting to rise in the distance and it blinded him on his walk to the station, he noticed that the days were getting shorter again and that the temperature was dropping bit by bit each day, soon it would be autumn and the trees would change their their leaves and fall. The nature around him dying always brought a strange sense of melancholy to him, it reminded him of what he had lost around three years ago. He shook the thoughts out of his mind for the second time and focused his hearing on the birds that were slowly starting to begin singing and waking up from their slumber. It cheered him up a bit and he soon reached his destination, the train station.

It had been truly fortunate that the railway company needed a train operator, and that his father, who had been a train conductor for many years, taught him the ropes when he was still young...that had been around 40 years ago, a distant memory, but he still recalled it vividly and in detail. Due to his skill and experience he had been hired, but due to reasons, he could only ever take the day shift, being a wereowl truly made things difficult, he was lucky that the company accommodated his request.

He deactivated the security and felt oddly at peace the moment he entered the vehicle and started his inspection, starting by the wheels which he checked for damage one by one. The Conductor enjoyed the quiet before he'd start the train and it would be filled with noise and chatter again as people entered and exited at their stops, sometimes he just preferred to be alone, it helped him organize his thoughts. After the wheels, he made sure that the carts were linked together correctly, and to make sure no rust or wear was visible on the metal. The wereowl was happy once he checked the engine and could note that the train was in tip top shape, he proceeded to start it and listen if it sounded like it should, his exceptional hearing helping him greatly in that task.

His day went like it normally always did, a long track along the rails from dawn 'til dusk with several stops down the line. What his passengers thankfully didn't see was the slight amount of pain of growing feathers on his skin which his clothes thankfully hid, and by the time that he stopped the train in the evening, the passengers would have left and he'd be alone again. The potion that Cookie had given him the night prior at least made his pain more bearable this time and he didn't have to suppress groans of pain and discomfort or hide his blood-shot eyes from view, his cap really helped him with that task. If he moved quickly and kept his head low, no one would suspect that something was off. The Conductor stopped the train for the night and did the small amount of paperwork that he had to do for the company, status reports, a small report on the condition of the train and the railway, passenger count and such like. It took him only around ten minutes to complete, by the time he did, he could hear the footsteps of the man that would take the train to go and to the night shift.

With haste, he ran off as fast as his rather short legs allowed and made his way down the street in a rushed, but not frantic manner as to not draw attention to himself. He could feel his instincts kicking in more and more as the sun set and the moon started to show and bathe him in its silvery light. The intense strain on his body as it started to shift caused him to slump over against a tree as he was just about to enter the forest, his breath came in short bursts and his eyes went blurry and when his vision turned sharp and crystal clear. He needed to hurry!

The blonde-haired man forced his shaking body to enter the forest, to get away from civilization as far as he could, people would freak out of they saw him grow in size while his hands shifted into sharp claws that could tear a man to shreds within seconds. He sighed in relief when he reached a clearing, by that point his mind was being consumed, made to play second fiddle to the instincts that were starting to grow intense. All he wanted to do now was hunt, hunt creatures that his sharp talons could easily tear apart and that his arms, now feathered, could carry into the trees to eat. His clothes tore at the seams as he grew in size significantly, the once small train conductor would now tower over even the tallest man as his body reached two and a half meters (8'2 feet) in height. His conscience was kept in a state of half awareness, he could feel, hear, and see and touch, but it was like his body was being controlled not by him, but by an invisible force. The night went on until he heard the sound of gunshots while he was feasting on a deer that he had killed just moments earlier. His instincts of course made him avoid getting closer to where the shots and the commotion came from, he instead climbed trees and glided from thick branch to thick branch further and further away from the smell of gunpowder and the smoke of lit torches.

All of this changed in an instant when his exceptional hearing picked up a sharp yelp of pain from another werecreature, a pretty young one at that. The noise was reminiscent of a very similar noise that he heard around three years ago, one that haunted him in his worst nightmares, it brought his subdued mind back to the surface and made him stop and turn back around as he forced his body back into obedience. It was exhausting to fight against the owl in him that tried to make him turn tail and run, but he wouldn't falter, not when the sound so clearly came from a young werebeast in pain!

#ahit bond of the beasts #ahit monster au #ahit fanfic #ahit conductor #ahit cooking cat #ahit snatcher

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moonlightreal · 2 months

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Night World unfinished business

Strange Fate’s B-plot is Ash helping the protagonists of the previous books as the apocalypse approaches. It looks like the “help” is just hat he shows up with a helicopter and rescues them from the dragons, who are threatened by the younger Harmans and Redferns and their soulmates. But before we learned that I thought about other situations Ash could find the characters in. So, what unfinished business do the characters have?

Secret Vampire

Poppy and James are setting out to find Poppy’s father, a lost witch. He’s apparently been… being a hippie… all over the country, led by his psychic powers. So what interesting things has he gotten up to over the years? How does he react when he learns about the Night World and that his daughter is now a vampire? Poppy’s brother Phil has chosen a human life, but we know that’s not going to work out for him. How does the Night World pull him back in? Could he have a soulmate? And how do they break the hews to poppy’s mother after she has mourned her child?

Daughters of Darkness

Ash may be off being a knight but his sisters are still in a small town. They’ve defeated the local werewolf, but he might have family coming to inherit the homestead. We also have three vampires who have never lived modern human lives, starting at modern human high school with Mary-Lynette and Mark to help them fit in. Could fierce Kestrel or responsible Rowan have human soulmates?

Spellbinder

Thea has given up being a witch to be with her soulmate. Everybody thinks she’s forgotten all about the Night World, and if she lets on that she remembers she’s toast. But she’ll still be in high school with her friend Dani and two Circle Midnight witches who will probably bully her. How will she manage every day without reaching out to Dani and spilling the beans?

Blaise has been exiled to the Convent under the steely eyes of Great Aunt Ursula. She’s sure to find some way to wreak havoc. Blaise has a lot of sequel because she’s such an awful person that it could be fun to get into her head, see what motivates her to be so terrible and what it would take to get her a redemption arc.

Dark Angel

Gillian is a lost witch, and will probably study witch lore with the only witch she knows, Melusine who works at a witchy shop. Gillian’s next goal will be to help her mother, a lost witch who had psychic powers that she couldn’t control and turned to alcohol to calm her nerves. Gillian will have to help her mother recover from her addiction and learn to use her powers.

Gillian also has a special gift: she can see spirits, thanks to coming back from the dead. What other spirits might she encounter? Will she become a kind of medium, helping lost souls fix their unfinished business and find peace? Gillian has a lot of sequel potential.

The Chosen

We left Rashel and Quinn heading to join up with Circle Daybreak with a traumatized human girl turned vampire hunter named Nyala and Timmy, Rashel’s childhood friend Timmy who is a made vampire stuck at four years old. So their first problems will be getting their friends some help,. What kind of mental health resources does Circle Daybreak have? Is there a way Timmy can be turned human again, or a spell that can make him age so his brain will develop and he can have a life as a person? Rashel also wants to reach out to the vampire hunters she knows and help them see that vampires are not all totally evil. I’m sure that will go completely fine and they definitely won’t want to murderize her for betraying the cause and fraternizing with the enemy! Yeah Ash could definitely rescue her from pissed off fellow vampire hunters.

Then there’s Rashel and Keller’s twin retcon. I’m not sure if I like it because it gives Keller more possible family plots and Rashel some learning-to-shapeshift plots, or dislike it because it’s so obviously a retcon. But it would provide interesting situations for Rashel to be in. What if she got stuck since she’s new to shifting?

Soulmate

Hannah’s sequel story is how she and Thierry set up Circle Daybreak as a thing with its own enclaves and towns and communications network. How did they find the decent Night People? Did they make any mistakes and invite in anyone who later turned out to be a real jerk? Does Hannah want to try to find other people from her past lives? She could also be a source for prophecies, maybe she was there in some ancient temple when a seer received the prophecy in the first place, Hannah could remember the exact words and describe what it was like to be there.

Soulmate is also the book that introduced a friendly werewolf. I feel like the werewolves went underused in the series, the whole “nobility of the pack” thing never turned up or got any screentime. Maybe Ms. Smith just didn’t want to do the whole alpha/beta/omega thing that everybody else does, but everybody else does it because it’s kinda fun plot stuff! Or a writer could do anything else they wanted with the werewolves, there’s not much canon culture for them, so it’s a blank canvas.

Huntress

Jez has plenty of background but one thing we don’t know is how Circle Daybreak learned the apocalypse is coming at all, and what the signs are?

Black Dawn

There is prequel potential here. We’ve never seen much of life in a Night world enclave. How did the masters here learn Delos is the wild power? What was his life like before Maggie descended upon it?

Witchlight

Again prequel potential. How did the witches figure out Iliana is the Wild Power? What is the Witch Child prophecy? Is it ancient or did Aradia just have a vision recently? An ancient prophecy that witches have been debating about for ages works better since people can have different views about what the Witch Child is all about. We don’t even know what the prophecy is but if it were something like “a lost witch with a pure spirit who will lead all witches down a new path” that could mean that her spirit is purely witchy and evil.

#lj smith #night world

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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Ok rapid fire

Jojo Pose by Apollo Fresh ;)))

The Joestars in general: Light em up x Radioactive by Exostomp Music, Sinners by Barns Courtney, Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney, Legacy by THINKTANK, Cannonball by 8 Graves, Children of the Stars by Bella Goldwin x Oliver Lie (they're the joeSTARS), Revolution by The Score, Larger Than Life by pinkzebra, Industry Baby by Lil Nas X, Red by Aviators (acoustic version), STAR WALKIN' by Lil Nas X, We Rise by Aviators

Golden WInd: Gansta's Paradise by Coolio

Stardust Crusaders: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears, Around The World by Daft Punk

Diamond is Unbreakable: No Lullaby by Siames

Jonathan: House of Memories by Panic At The Disco (him towards Dio if that makes sense), Warriors by Imagine Dragons, Witness the Masterpiece by GANYOS (man carries the whole joestar legacy on his back), Warrior Spirit by Samuel Day, FALLEN LEAVES by Miracle of Sound

Joseph: World at our feet by Timmy Trumpet, Can I Get A Witness by Sonreal

Jotaro: Crossfire by Stephen (all the shit that happened in sdc), In My Zone by Moody Mourad (his self reliance), Horizon by Amongst Wolves (Dio's influence over his whole life+his trauma), Ghost of You by Charlie PS (more dio trauma), Hey Brother by Avicii, I Am a Stone by Demon Hunter, Dead Weight by BRKN LOVE, Tough Guy by BENEE, Godhunter by Aviators (he kills Dio, which means "god in italian so), Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys (vibes), Freight Train by Smash Into Pieces

Josuke: Die Young by Kesha, La La La by Area 21, Listen Up! by Excuses Excuses

Giorno: Dare To Dream by Glow Beets (I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream,), Tidal Wave by Portugal. The Man (he turned the entire mafia in italy on it's head in a week)

Jolyne: Angels by Vicetone, THAT BITCH by Bea Miller (could work for Ermes as well), Hell No! by Mel Senese, Deal With It by Ashnikko (her avoidance of marriage to Anasui lul), Mother's Daughter by Miley Cyrus, Bad Things by NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS

Dio: Making Love To the Dead by Beginners, Applause by Lady Gaga, Rituals by Jiovanni Daniel, Vampire by Lazyboy Empire, Bad by Royal Deluxe, Villain by Garvie, Liar by Jake Daniels, Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land by Marina, Oh No! by Marina, Villain by K/DA, Good To Be Bad by CRMNL, Phonky Town by PlayaPhonk (dio walk), The Cult Of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, Supernatural by Barns Courtney, Babylon by Dirt Poor Robins, Brad Pitt by COIN, The Rose That Poisoned The Ground by El Misti (he fucked up the entire joestar family), I'm Back by Royal Deluxe (him coming back in part 3), Forevermore by Ghost Nation, Don't You Dare Forget The Sun by Get Scared, The Greatest by REACH (there's a lyric which goes "the one with the greatest seed" and dio has like four kids lmao), Hypnotized by Set It Off (the flesh buds)

Wammu: Eye of The Storm by Watt White

(no Esidisi bc I don't know enough about his character)

Kars: Black Mambo by Glass Animals (vibes really), La Espada by Eternal Raijin, Bird by Joh Yoban

Kira: Slavonic Epoch by Tombstone (repairing the mistake he made of letting the enemy know his identity and fixing it), Houdini by AViVA (mans barely escaped getting killed. and he's insane), Hey Brother by Jakob Samuel ("your secret's well protected" "and the ghost under your bed so far away" "the devil's coming"), Faith by Karen Aoki ( ;) )

Diavolo: Dark Red by Steve Lacy (his paranoia towards getting his identity discovered), Play Dirty by Kevin McAllister (mentions the devil and he "plays dirty" by almost killing his own daughter to make sure no one finds out his identity)

Pucci: Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga, Preaching To The Choir by Alex Runo (he is literally a priest), Honey I'm Home by GHOST (religion in like. an evil way), Devil by Alex Runo (more religion), Creature by Half Alive, The Beast by Old Caltone (heavy religious vibes), Preach by SAINT MOTEL, Babylon by Dirt Poor Robins, My Church by Aviators (he is religious), Lust For A Vampyr by I Monster (dio follower)

Speedwagon: One Way Mirror by Christopher Kenji (mans literally had BLADES IN HIS HAT he was so inventive and had a lot of tricks up his sleeve)

Caesar: Rise Up by Smash Into Pieces (reminds me of how his life was cut short and he spent his last moments to help Joseph win), Put In The Time by Future Royalty (he put his all into hamon training), Curses by The Crane Wives (the zeppeli curse), All That Glitters by Earl (vibes ONLY), Skyfall by Adele, Blossom by Reckless Jacks

Kakyoin: Skin and Bones by Cage the Elephant, Brothers by SIAMES (his first friends with the sdc were like his brothers), Washing Machine Heart by Mitski (this song has the vibes of something dying too young), Take The Fall by JAXSON GAMBLE ( he dies to help the crusaders), Mountain Sound by Of Monsters And Men, Skyfall by Adele (both Caesar and Kakyoin get this song ok), It's All Happening by SAINT MOTEL, Cherry's Bent by STRAINJER (cherry), All Comes Crashing by Metric, Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage (kakyoin as a child being alone, and probably hoping to be surrounded by people that understood him)

Avdol: Exposed by Matt Fees, Pheonix by Fall Out Boys (fire, he basically came back to life), Fire by Barns Courtney, Grumpy Sun by Shannon Clark & the Sugar (vibes again)

Polnareff: Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes, Enchante by Dirt Poor Robins, When Honor Dies by Miracle of Sound

Okuyasu: Losemyhead by littleDEATH, Bang by Sir Sly

Koichi: Stockholm Syndrome by Sofia Karlberg

Bruno: River by BRKN LOVE (it has his vibes ok), White Lies by Max Frost (him to Diavolo), Dance with the Devil by Fame Cartel (the devil...LIKE DIAVOLO?)

Abbacchio: Hurt by Oliver Tree, Lovely by Billie Eilish BUT the cover by Beneath My Skin, Cold World by 8 Graves, Bittersweet by The Galactic Effect

Naranchia: D.A.N.C.E. by Justice (you know why)

Mista: All Eyes On You by Smash Into Pieces, Kick by Saint Chaos, Bullet by SAINT MOTEL, Roses Or Blood by Actice Captive

Trish: High Waist To Hell by Cloudy June, Bubblegum Bitch by Marina And The Diamonds

Fugo: Go To War by Nothing More (shows his anger AND Fugo was originally supposed to be an enemy spy), Bad Faith by 8 Graves

Ermes: Deal With It by Ashnikko (look it fits her too ok. it has her sass), Might Heart by Acid Arcade, My Time To Shine by UPSAHL, YES MOM by Tessa Violet, Bad Things by NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS

F.F.: Wait A Minute! By Willow Smith (vibes), Jackpot by TheFatRat (more vibes), Bad Things by NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS

Weather Report: Better Off Dead by 8 Graves (him after getting his memories back), New Depression by Mark Doucette (also him after getting his memories back), Lost by Ghost Nation (his memories are lost), Rain by Grandson (rain), Veteran of the Psychic Wars (he had his memories stolen which had a lot of trauma a stuff)

Anasui: Destination Unknown (the music video is explicit and when Anasui breaks out of prison he just follows Weather Report lmao), Beggin' by Maneskin, Come Back Down by Trevor Something (him to jolyne lmao)

Emporio: Saviour by Jennings Couch (him basically getting together the whole squad to save the day), Ship In A Bottle by Steffan Argus (survivor's guilt after watching all his friends die after failing to protect them), GOD OF FAILURE by WITCHZ (survivor's guilt again)

Songs I don't know what to do with but go somewhere: Eye For An Eye by 8 Graves, Freaks by Timmy Trumpet, Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier (I honestly just really love this song and feel as if it could fit someone in this list that is like...addicted to something and that's like their flaw or something. Maybe Dio with power), C'est La Vie by Weathers, Moonshine by Caravan Palace, Hold On by Unknown Chapters, Hell's Coming With Me by Poor Man's Poison, Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant, What, Me Worry? by Portugal. The Man, Menace by Rezz, The Wolf by Siames, After Midnight by Darren Day, Devil by Twice is Nice, Crash And Burn by Unlike Pluto, Bones by Imagine Dragons, One In The Same by BRKN LOVE, Let There Be Fire by Aviators

there's more characters I could've done but like it took literal hours to get all this so...anyway. lemme know what you think :)))

-ffa

I am in awe and absolute terror of your power because anon how the every living fUCK DID YOU FIT THAT MANY CHARACTERS I A SINGLE ASK JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

#my guy what the absolute fuck(positive)#I can't even tag everyone there's too many-#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #sb answers #ffa anon

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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(CW Sex joke, lots of swearing)

My current job really isn't bad. I'm essentially a manager but I don't have any other employees in my section so I don't have to tell anybody what to do. The head manager is nice and I get enough hours. The biggest problems are corporate and the Customers. I work at a clothing/home goods store at a mall (no not the nice big store you're thinking. Smaller and shittier) and I oversee the adults and kids shoe sections.

I don't make commision here like I did at my last shoe job (whole reason I was hired was my prior experience) so I'm not exactly hounding customers to let me help them, and since it's in a mall they usually just wanna be left alone. Rad.

The problem is these childish little shits just throwing boxes down wherever and picking up the display shoes and carting them off to drop on a different shelf. We're right across from the food court too and they just dump their goddamn trash on the floor or stuffed in shoe boxes. I was a janitor at a hospital for several months and I refuse to be one ever again (mad respect, but I'd rather swallow glass).

God the WORST section is the fucking clearance. I tried so hard to keep that section neat and organized by size and properly labeled and every fucking thing else. I don't work on weekends, and I came back one Monday to it looking like it had been reamed through by a bridge troll. So fuck it. I gave up. If the shoes are on the shelf that's fucking good enough.

Oh Karen? Lil Timmy is acting up in school and won't clean his room? Is he just throwing things around the house? Oh is he acting like an entitled lil brat? Maybe it's because he's following your example you self important bitch. It's NEVER teenagers that come in and act like shit it's the 30+ people and ESPECIALLY the elderly.

Corporate has so many garbage fucking policies and I've been put in charge of fixing the processes or circumventing them in a way that looks good on paper because they went over a year without anyone in the shoe section. The inventory and display system I had to reinvent from scratch. Used to take 3 plus hours and I cut it to half that but JESUS CHRIST VAMPIRE HUNTER I sell shoes not anthrax this shit shouldn't be as complicated as it is!!!!

God don't get me started on how much of a wreck it was when I started. I swept in my stockroom my second day because there were broken goddamn light bulbs on the floor. I share a stockroom with the bedding section there are so many people in that section why in the blue hell was there so much broken glass back there.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #happy ending #fuck co-workers #fuck retail #embarrassing #server problems #call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #retail justice #retail law #tw:

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fantomcomics · 7 months

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What's Out This Week? 10/18

Y'all coming to our Furry Nite event this weekend??

Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees #1 - Patrick Horvath

Don’t. Murder. The locals.

This is small-town serial killer, upstanding citizen, and adorable brown bear Samantha Strong’s cardinal rule. After all, there’s a sea of perfectly ripe potential victims in the big city just beyond the forest, and when you’ve worked as hard as Sam to build a cozy life and a thriving business in a community surrounded by friendly fellow animal folk, warm décor, and the aroma of cedar trees and freshly baked apple pie…the last thing you want is to disturb the peace.

So you can imagine her indignation when one of Woodbrook’s own meets a grisly, mysterious demise—and you wouldn’t blame her for doing anything it takes to hunt down her rival before the town self-destructs and Sheriff Patterson starts (literally) barking up the wrong tree.

Cyberpunk 2077: XOXO #1 - Bartosz Sztybor & Jakub Rebelka

Beneath the skin, flesh, and cyberware lies a beating heart--and only two things can stop a heart from beating: love and death. It's gang on gang violence as the Maelstroms target the Moxes for an ambush. Is a bloodbath underway or could this be love at first sight?

BRZRKR #1: Pen & Ink - Keanu Reeves, Matt Kindt & Ron Garney

For those that couldn't get enough of Keanu Reeves' record-obliterating jump into the comics world, BRZRKR returns in a new format while fans eagerly await the Netflix feature film, the Netflix anime series, the novel, and more comic books!In addition to enjoying the brutality in the refreshingly bleak black and white of BOOM! Studios' Pen & Ink line, series artist Ron Garney brings some method to the mayhem with brand new exclusive commentary!

Crypt Of Shadows #1 - Rebecca Roanhorse & Karen Darboe

The heroes of the Marvel Universe spend most of their time in the bright sun, flying high above it all…but every once in a while, they venture into the darkness that lurks in the hidden corners of the world. There lurk the creatures, the monsters, the vampires…the ones who prey on innocence and goodness. Join us, and some of your favorite heroes, for tales of fangs, claws and silent, stalking swamp creatures to celebrate All Hallows’ Eve!

Fear The Funhouse: Toybox Of Terror One-Shot - Timmy Heague, Danielle Paige, Michael Northrop, Ryan Caskey, Ryan Jampole, Tango & Sweeney Boo

In Riverdale, even the toys are terrifying in this anthology one-shot set in the universe of last year's successful Fear the Funhouse comic. Three tales of dolls, robots, and puppets gone awry all thanks to the work of a shadowy toymaker and a young girl intent on revenge, in the vein of the widely successful M3GAN movie and Child's Play franchise.

Gargoyles Halloween Special One-Shot - Greg Weisman, Bonesso Diego & Matteo Lolli

It's young Gnash's first Halloween in Manhattan, and you're invited to come along as he heads out to find friends on the one night of the year when Gargoyles can roam the city unbothered! Unfortunately, he's about to run afoul of the masked Quarrymen, who are out to hunt down any Gargoyle foolish enough to brave the streets on All Hallow's Eve. That means Brooklyn, Katana, Lexington, Broadway, Angela, and even Goliath are in real danger! Will they survive this cruel trick, or become a treat for the marauding Quarrymen? Find out in October with this all-new 40-page special featuring a 28-page main story written by Gargoyles creator GREG WEISMAN!

Hack/Slash: Back To School #1 (of 4) - Zoe Thorogood

Slasher hunter Cassie Hack is only just getting used to her man-monster partner, Vlad, when she's drawn into a new case involving a murderous bunny mascot, dead kids, and an entire squad of maladjusted teenage serial-killer hunters!

A completely new chapter in the beloved, long-running series that's perfect for new readers and old fans alike, just in time for Halloween.

Headless Horseman Halloween Annual #1 - David Dastmalchian, Valeria Burzo, Phillip Sevy & Lukas Ketner

Boils, ghouls, vampires, monsters, and creatures of all kinds, welcome. Take a seat, go on, fill the aisles, relax your fangs, and sit with us for a while. Join us in a macabre and magical journey through all the haunts and spooks that keep you up at night for here we revel in the darkness and present to you a chilling, nay petrifying experience as the Headless Horseman presents a collection of five terrifying tales to warm up your cold soul. Hurry up now, you won't want to keep them waiting...

My Little Pony: Black, White & Blue One-Shot - Tee Franklin & Agnes Garbowska

Sorry, everypony, it seems our printer ran out of pink, purple, yellow, green, red-uh, well, all the colors except black, white, and blue! What to do with all this blue? Hmm... OH! Drumroll please...In Misty's first comic appearance, everypony's favorite blue pony is in Maretime Bay for a sleepover with the Mane 5! But when everypony wakes up...all the color is gone! It kinda looks like Violette and Skye's favorite old TV show, Betwitched-at least the years it was in black and white-but everypony can still see blue for some reason. Determined to make the best of a gloomy situation, Vi and Skye put together a plan to spread cheer. Meanwhile, Izzy helps the distraught Misty see the beauty in messy situations using the power of unicycling! Join us for a magical one-shot of color calamity before returning to your regularly scheduled programs.

Sensational She-Hulk #1 - Rainbow Rowell, Jessica Gao, Genolet, Andres, & Jen Bartel

THE SENSATIONAL SHE-HULK IS BACK! Jen Walters is dusting off her adjective and kicking off a new era! The best hero slash lawyer in the Marvel Universe is going to remind you why she's so SENSATIONAL, going up against her deadliest challenge yet! PLUS: MARVEL STUDIOS SHE-HULK series writer JESSICA GAO makes hers Marvel in a short story with the Jade Giant!

Spine-Tingling Spider-Man #1 - Saladin Ahmed, Juan Ferreyra & Rod Reis

Terror continues for the Web-Slinger! After a fight with SPIDER-CIDE, Spider-Man gets taken on the most terrifying ride of his life. If you think you've already read the scariest Spider-Man story ever, you may stand corrected after this one!

Subgenre #1 - Matt Kindt & Wilfredo Torres

A man is living two lives. He is a private detective in a dystopian cyberpunk future trying to solve a triple murder. But when he falls asleep... he wakes up as a wandering adventurer in a barbaric fantasy world where magic exists. Is he two separate people? Or is he a third person that has undergone a psychotic split? He jumps back and forth from sword-wielding barbarian to jaded private eye trying to solve the brutal crime. But the bigger question is, can he merge these realities without losing himself?

A Splatter Western One-Shot #1 (of 4) - J M Brandt, Tom Napolitano & Garry Brown

A chance encounter between a sideshow owner and a man with his fair share of secrets unleashes an unholy terror on the folk of Randall's Oasis and Professor Morris' Pageant of Curiosities. A grisly murder brings the attention of fastidious Sheriff Jacob Dillon. What will he discover in the desert, and how will he stop it? Read the darkly comedic Splatter Western Swallower of Shades to find out those shocking answers!

TMNT: The Best Of Bebop & Rocksteady - James Biggie

Elegant. Mild-mannered. Graceful. Two upstanding gentlemen eager to help their neighbors. Just Kidding! Bebop and Rocksteady are wild, angry degenerates with muscles the size of sedans. And they're charging toward your local comic shop to relive their greatest hits! Try not to miss the party, will ya?

Whatcha snagging this week, Fantom Fam?

#Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees #Cyberpunk 2077 #wotw #comic book #what's out this week?#comic #BRZRKR #Crypt Of Shadows #Fear The Funhouse: Toybox Of Terror #Gargoyles Halloween Special #Hack/Slash: Back To School #Headless Horseman Halloween Annual #My Little Pony #Sensational She-Hulk #Spine-Tingling Spider-Man #Subgenre #A Splatter Western One-Shot #TMNT: The Best Of Bebop & Rocksteady

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✨WEEKLY SCHEDULE✨ 🔮 February 6th | Odyssey of the Dragonlords: Episode 32 | 7pm ET As the party makes their way into the unknown portal after Thesilea, she attempts to close it, trapping Astrea on the other side. Tatyanna, immune to Thesileas's gaze, leads the fight as Gregor charges forward, with Nyx and Midas providing additional support. As Astrea runs as fast as she can, she does not make it in time to stop the tragedy before her. An unexpected intervention adds a shocking twist as the fate of the downed party members remains uncertain and an an old ally reappears in the nick of time. 🔮 February 7th | Ink Finale | 7pm ET | Twitchaversary Celebration Traversing the afterlife's mysterious corridors, our group of adventurers encounter challenges, puzzles, and hidden secrets. A distant beacon promises escape, but they must confront their Shadows and embrace darkness for true freedom. Amidst the journey, Timmy and Alis, disappear into different doors, revealing poignant tales of tragedy and panic. Reuniting, they find solace, acceptance, and understanding. The group seeks answers from the cryptic Tome Keeper, unraveling the tale of a leviathan turned to stone, as a familiar, yet new voice adds another layer to their enigmatic adventure... 🔮 February 10th | Curse of Strahd: Episode 11 | 1pm ET After finding a holy symbol and freeing a couple halflings, the group heads off on their final leg to Vallaki. In the town, they encounter guards discussing festivals and potential dangers, leading them to the Blue Water Inn. There, they learn about a delayed wine shipment and an opportunity for free room and board. Emery meets a mysterious carnival ringmaster named Ravio, revealing himself as a Monster Hunter seeking revenge against vampires. Emery agrees to keep the information secret, hinting at a potential alliance. The party explores the town, sells items, and plans to investigate the missing wine shipment. In a busy street scene, Strahd is seen briefly, prompting them to head to the Burger Master's Mansion.

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duckapus · 6 years

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Fairly Oddparents Halloween Costumes

Timmy’s Group

Timmy: Vampire Hunter, compete with real monster hunting equipment (never can be too careful)

Chloe: Princess Peach

Chester: Ventus

AJ: Secret Agent (Real spy gear because he’s a super-genius and can do that)

Elmer: Biker

Sanjay: Cleft (Timmy lent him the actual utility chin)

Tootie: Vicky

Poof: The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog

Vicky and Mark are chaperoning, as per usual.

The Rich Kids

Trixie: Pokemon Trainer Dawn (justifies this to the others by pointing out how stylish the outfit is)

Veronica: Britney Britney

Tad and Chad: Valiant Knights

Remy (not with Tixie’s group): Vampire

Real Monsters

Lord Dorian, self-proclaimed King of Vampires

Alden Bitterroot

The Headless Horseman (ended up with a Ducky Momo mask for a head instead of the traditional pumpkin this year)

Bucky McBadbat as a Werewolf

Vampirized Doug Dimmadome

Metal Timmy (A robot Crocker made that went rogue, thinks it’s the real Timmy and will do anything to “take his life back from that imposter.” currently very damaged)

various lesser monsters (zombies, ghosts, turned vampires and werewolves, things like that)

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rawritzrobin · 3 years

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Red Knights Rising Chapter 5

Title: Red Knights Rising

Pairing: Vampire!Jason Todd x Reader, Hunter Tim Drake x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, past major character death, blood, a little bit angsty, fluff.

Summary: After everything that happened, you just want to forget about it and move on. But the world seems to have other plans.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Masterlist

Taglist:

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A/N:

Adulting is hard. But its Friday! Please let me know if you would like to be added to the Taglist (:

Chapter 5: Injured Bird

Are you still going to the Christmas Gala?” Tim asked.

It was just after 1am and Tim was driving you home from an art showing you had attended.

“Ugh don’t remind me. After mom found out about Mark, she has been trying her best to set me up with Jeremy.” You said, sinking further into your seat.

Tim fake gagged. Tim knew exactly who Jeremy was. He was one of the bullies that used to harrass him when he was younger. “Why him?”

“She said something along the lines of, ‘His family is very renowned honey. And Jeremy is such a handsome boy. You two would make lovely babies.’” You fake gaged as you finished the sentence.

Tim chuckled and you smacked him on the arm.“Shut up. You know my mom is obsessed with marrying me off and giving her grandchildren. It’s all she asks for now a days.”

Tim stopped the car in front of your elevator door in the underground parking lot. You opened the door and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks Timmy. Be careful on patrol tonight okay? It’s a full moon.” You joke, making ghost noises.

Tim scoffed and waved goodbye as you closed the door. You waved him goodbye as he drove out of the parking lot. The elevator pinged behind you and you walked in, smiling to yourself. You had just sold one of your paintings to one of the most prestigious art buyers in town. You had worked hard to get to where you were. You might finally be able to get the art deal you had always dreamed of. The smile never left your face.

That is, until you turned on the lights to your apartment. You let out an audible gasp as you quickly slammed the door behind you. You ran towards the body that was lying against your couch.

“Oh my god Jason?” You said. “What happened?” You asked. There was a small puddle of blood forming underneath him.

Jason blinked his eyes open slowly, his face contorted in pain as he shifted his position. “H-hunter.” Was the only thing he could muster.

You gently shifted his hand away from the wound he was covering. You winced at the sight of the wound. You could see the end of a what looked like a small wooden stake sticking outside the wound. You didn’t know much about vampires, but you knew about the whole wooden stake to the heart thing.

“I-I can’t.” Jason panted. “O-out.” He muttered pointing at the protruding item. You knew exactly what you had to do. Taking a deep breathe, you gripped the stake as tightly as you could.

“I’m sorry.” You said, closing your eyes as you quickly pulled out the wooden item.

Jason screamed in pain, but as soon as the stake was out of his wound, his face filled with relief. You threw the stake to the side and focused your attention back to Jason. He was taking deep breathes now. The pain on his face slowly turning into relief. You looked down at the wound and noticed it was no longer bleeding.

You quickly stood up and ran into your bathroom. In a few seconds you came back with a tiny first aid kit you always kept within hands reach. Let’s just say you were no strangers to injured Robin’s showing up at your apartment. You fumbled through all the materials and brought out a small bottle of alcohol. You opened the cap, and poured the liquid onto Jason’s wound. Jason groaned. “Sorry. Should have warned you.” You said smiling at him guiltily.

He smiled back at you and shook his head. “Its fine. Thank you.”

After cleaning up the wound and wrapping it up in a bit of gauze, you helped him onto your couch.

“I thought vampires had super healing or something?” You asked curiously.

Jason looked a lot better now. He was able to sit up and adjust himself. “I do have super healing, but that only works with common injuries. That stake you pulled out of me, was an enchanted hunters weapon. It’s coated in a type of poison that slows down my healing.” He said wincing as he shifted in his seat.

You sat down next to him and handed him a glass of water. He took it from you gratefully and thanked you.

You watched him curiously as he took a sip of the water. You looked him up and down, noticing how big he really was. The gauze covered up most of his abs, but you could tell he was in peak physical condition. Jason looked up from the glass of water he was sipping, noticing your interest. You took the glass from him and set it on the table.

“I’m sorry.” He said looking down. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You looked down at him and smiled. “No worries. I’m no stranger to injured birds flying through my window.”

He looked up at you through his long lashes. You turned away as your eyes met for a few seconds. You stood up, not wanting him to see your blush. “You’re welcome to stay here for the night. Just try not to get blood on my couch.”

Jason chuckled, regretting it immediately as pain shot up his body.

After gathering up all of Jason’s bloodied clothes and throwing them into your washer, you took a few blankets out of the closet and made your way towards the couch. You were surprised to see that he was fast asleep. You smiled lightly, watching his chest fall up and down. He looked, so peaceful while he was asleep. You quietly made your way towards him and draped the blanket over his body. He didn’t stir, he must’ve been so tired. You kneeled in front of him and brushed a few stray hairs from his face. Your fingers lingered on the white tuft of hair in the middle of his hairline. You could’t believe that someone who looked this angelic, could be one to those ruthless creatures grandpa Drake told stories of when you were children.

Feeling quite brave tonight, you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss onto his forehead head.

“Goodnight Jason.” You whispered. Before you turned off the lights and made your way to your bedroom.

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Jason didn’t even remember falling asleep last night. Judging by the smell, he knew he wasn’t at home. He knew he wasn’t in danger though. He recognized that smell. He opened his eyes to find that he was laying on a fancy blue velvet couch. He tried to sit up and groaned in pain when he remembered exactly why he was currently not in his own home. He looked down at his wound. Carefully, he removed the bandage and grimaced when he saw that the wound was still healing.

That damn hunter caught him by surprise last night. He wasn’t even doing anything wrong. He was in the middle of patrol when that man snuck up on him. He was distracted thinking about Y/N. He was waiting on the rooftop of the building next to your loft, seamlessly waiting for you to go home that night. Luckily he snapped out of it in time or the man would have gotten the stake right through his heart.

The sound of a door opening brought Jason out of his thoughts. He looked up to see you stepping through the door in your pajamas. Your hair was sticking out in several places and you had a few dark circles under your eyes. You yawned and scratched the top of your head. Why was it so dark in here? You wondered. You mindlessly flipped the light switch on. You stopped in your tracks when you saw him, the events of last night coming back to you.

Shit. You mumbled to yourself. It wasn’t a dream. Pull yourself together woman.

“Hey.” You said, making your way towards him, a smile stretching across your face.

Jason smiled back as you came closer. The pleasant scent that floated around him was you. Of course it was you.

“How do you feel?” You asked him sitting down on the couch next to him.

“Like I was stabbed.”

You giggled. It was one of those stupid sorority giggles. You mentally slapped yourself in the face. What the hell was wrong with you. Why did Jason’s presence turn you into such a loser.

Jason laughed at your reaction, and winced in pain.

Suddenly, you remembered why you were up so late last night.

“I have something that will help!” You said, quickly making your way to the kitchen. Jason watched you with interest as you fumbled inside the fridge. “Ah ha.” You said, proud of yourself for finding what you needed. You pulled out the bag of blood and made your way back to Jason. You reached out your hand and handed him a bag of blood.

Jason just stared at your for a second. “How?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“I have my sources.” You said, smirking.

Jason raised an eyebrow at you, not believing you. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Okay. Okay. I have one source. I called Alfred last night and he dropped off a few bags.” You said, pushing the bag towards him. He hesitantly took the bag from your hands and you watched him. He easily opened the bag and brought it to his lips. In under a minute, he was done. You were fascinated, and a little peeved that Tim kept this from you. He knew how much you loved vampires.

Jason looked a lot better. You could tell by the way he was sitting up that he was slowly healing. Alfred gave you a few pointers last night. A quick 101 class on how to heal a vampire. Jason just stared at the empty bag. He was too nervous to look up at you. You on the other hand, watched him with curious eyes.

The sound of your phone made you jump. You quickly ran into your bedroom and grabbed the phone from your nightstand.

“Hey Tim.” You said a bit annoyed.

“Hey, you don’t sound too good. Did you catch a cold last night?”

You leaned into it. “Uh yeah, maybe. Not feeling too hot right now. I’m afraid I am going to have to miss our tea today.” You replied, peering over to look at Jason. He was still sitting where you left him, still looking down at the blood bag. You looked up at the clock. It was already 3pm. The sleepless nights you had these past few days were really catching up with you.

“Do you want me to bring you anything?”

“No, no. I just want to go back to bed. I’ll call you later yeah?”

“Okay, let me know if you need..”

“Bye Timmy.” You said into your phone before hanging up on him. You knew he was going to ask questions later, but that was future Y/N’s problem. You placed you phone back on the nightstand and tiptoed back into your living room.

“I should go.” He said, trying his best not to look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your weekend plans.” He tried to push himself off the couch but groaned as pain shot up his body.

“Nuh uh.” You said pushing him down. “You need to rest mister. Besides, I didn’t really have plans this weekend. Just afternoon tea. Something Tim and I do every weekend anyways. He won’t miss me.” Jason must have been in a lot of pain still as he laid down back down without arguing. You knew how much of a hot head he was. You took the empty blood bag from him and draped the blanket over him once again.

“Thank you, Y/N. I really owe you one.” Jason mumbled, half asleep.

You smile down at him. “No problem Jason. Just try to get some rest. I’ll be here if you need me.” You weren’t sure if Jason heard that last part. You could hear soft snores coming from him. You watched him for a minute before retreating into your bedroom. You threw yourself in bed and stared at the ceiling.

“What is happening?” You whisper to yourself before closing your eyes. You must have been really tired, because you were asleep in an instant.

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lookslikethatsallthetimewehave · 7 months

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The month you were born in is the Island you are!

Say? I was born in March. Let me see:

January - Counterfeit, Cryptids, Ghost Story, S.O.S (members), Zomberry, Mocktropica, Galactic Hotdogs (members)

February - Big Nate, Reality TV (members), Wild West (members), S.O.S, Night Watch (members), Monster Carnival (members), Galactic Hotdogs, Monkey Wrench, Greek Sea Odyssey

March - Reality TV, Wild West, Wimpy Wonderland, Vampire's Curse (members), Night Watch, Monster Carnival, Survival (members)

April - Time Tangled, Mythology, Twisted Thicket (members), Back Lot, Survival, Mission Atlantis (members), Fairy Tale, Jade Scarab

May - Skullduggery (members), Red Dragon (members), Twisted Thicket, Poptropolis Games (members), Mission Atlantis, Mystery of the Map (members), Crisis Caverns

June - 24 Carrot, Astro-Knights, Skullduggery, Red Dragon, Shrink Ray (members), Poptropolis Games, Mystery of the Map, Snagglemast

July - Super Power, Shrink Ray, Wimpy Boardwalk, 24 Carrot Worlds, Wild Safari

August - Steamworks (members), Lunar Colony (members), Virus Hunter (members), PoptropiCon (members)

September - Early Poptropica, Shark Tooth, Spy, Steamworks, Great Pumpkin (members), Mystery Train (members), Lunar Colony, Super Villain (members), Virus Hunter, PoptropiCon, Timmy Failure (members)

October - Great Pumpkin, Mystery Train, Game Show (members), Super Villain, Arabian Nights, Timmy Failure

November - Game Show, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (members), Goofball

December - Nabooti, Counterfeit (members), Cryptids (members), Ghost Story (members), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (members), Zomberry (members), Mocktropica (members), Escape from Pelican Rock

So my islands are Reality TV, Wild West, Wimpy Wonderland, Vampire's Curse (members), Night Watch, Monster Carnival, Survival (members)...

I hated Reality TV Island as a kid XD I hate those mini games so much... hate that sh*t

Wild West is fun :)

Idc about Wimpy Wonderland...

Vampire's Curse is cool :)

Night Watch is alright I guess

Monster Carnival and Survival are top-tier islands :D

Alright, I'm ok with this!

#ask #reality tv island #wild west island #wimpy wonderland island #vampire's curse island #night watch island #monster carnival island #survival island #poptropica

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huntingrays · 3 years

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i’m here to ramble about my fantasy last life smp au bc… reasons. i want to write it but don’t have the energy so instead… rambling!

so have basics… like what most people are and the basic storyline. pls give me validation and ideas, i desire it

so basically, fantasy au. it’s a whole human hunters vs fantasy creatures sort of thing. also there’s gods and a bad fallen god. mostly, the non-humans are good and accepting, but not towards humans. they see them all as a threat and will at least injure on sight.

the hunters seek to kill all the non-humans in order to be the only ones remaining and to get more powerful from the ones they can harvest magical organs from.

however, the non-humans are being protected by the gods. so, the humans went prayed to the fallen god to help them defeat the gods. the fallen god, angry at being exiled, gives a few hunters the power to track down and kill gods

hundreds of years later, only a few survive. now, the magical beings have to join up and figure out how to defeat the fallen god

now, what everyone is!

jimmy, grian, mumbo, and scar are the main guys

jimmy: unknown but very powerful

grian: dragon hybrid

mumbo: cat (yes, a literal cat. not even a shifter. he claims he was cursed)

scar: werewolf

and some of the others that appear!

bdubs: nature spirit

etho: vampire

tango: dark elf

skiz: demon

martyn: elf

ren: werewolf

pearl: necromancer

cleo: zombie

impulse: elf

bigb: elf

joel: wizard

lizzie: goddess of the ocean

scott: god of the sky

and that’s them all!

now for some… headcanons? technically it’s my au so they’re like… canon ig

headcanons!

- etho is incredibly young. he’s only been a vampire for four years, and his group (all of them being 100+) tease him about endlessly. they act like he’s only four years old, and make jokes about it

- if bdubs doesn’t like some new member of their party, he will simply dare them to eat a poisonous berry or mushroom. the rest of the group of very tired of this but don’t want to object out of fear of being fed poison stew

- tango just… casually brings up trauma from his past. the others are like “you good bud?” and he’s just like “… no :(” poor guy

- ren and martyn took lizzie in under their protection the moment they saw her. for ren, it was out of respect. for martyn, it was out of fear

- grian can’t be in cold temperatures. he’s basically a lizard, pls keep him warm at all times

- scott and phil (a wizard) are old friends, and scott introduced phil to kristin (the goddess of death)

- phil’s coven is just him, joel, wilbur, and the bench trio (who cause so much chaos)

- cleo has a habit of making no noise when approaching people, so she ends up accidentally scaring so many people

- so many people have angst pasts. meanwhile, jimmy doesn’t know shit and has weird dreams

- jimmy, after finding out he’s the main character: hahaha… fuck

- also whenever jimmy learns something new about himself he’s just all :0

- jimmy is called timmy by his group. and he knows something is wrong whenever they call him jimmy

- whenever mumbo is being a pain or stubborn they just… grab him by the scruff of his neck

- whenever they’re traveling, scar is almost always in his wolf form. he got injured in his human form and it didn’t heal properly, which ends up hurting when he travels. however, his wolf form is completely fine, so he travels via wolf form. he will be in his human form if he’s just chilling with friends though

- they call jimmy a fish a lot. but also he eats fish and feels no remorse. he will go out of his way to kill every salmon he sees

- mumbo is just a lil cat. idk i think some 6+ foot tall man a smol cat is funny

- mumbo is a white cat with like black spots. like his ears and tail. also spots under his nose that look like a mustache lol

- mumbo often either rides around on scar’s back of grian’s shoulder

- most of the hunters are dsmp memebers. why? cause angst and also i be running out of smp characters

- also there will probs be hermit and empires members

- the four are trying to save the world but they’re very bad at it and two of them are animals and the two humanoids have only one braincell. the world is fucked

#last life #last life smp #last life smp au #drabbles #kinda #ray rambles #word vomit #take my ideas!!! take them!#i will only tag a few of them #ofc based on their characters ofc ofc #solidaritygaming #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #fantasy au make serotonin go brrrrr #also like it’s my au which means i can do whatever the hell i want hahahaha

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skiller0dani · 4 years

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Briefly Mine | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

smut | vampire au

part 2

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doesn’t he look like such a daddy in that gif? 🤤

He’d moved in across the street nearly 3 weeks ago and neither you nor your sister had seen him leave the house once. The mysterious man across the street with a head of curly hair and eyes that were shrouded in darkness. You watched the house from out your bedroom window, the house sat a little ways up on a hill, surrounded by trees. He’d arrived late at night, wearing a dress shirt and tail coat- he dressed like he was from a different time. Even though you were sitting safely in your bedroom across the street, he turned and his eyes landed on you. Through the black of night, and the darkness of your bedroom his eyes landed right on you. You feel shudders running down your spine. You continued to search his house for any signs of movement, but not even the lights were on. The windows were dark, the door was always closed and he never leaves. You curiosity was eating you alive, you want to know what’s he’s up to in that big house.

You sit at your bench window, a book you’re not reading perched in your lap as your eyes stay trained on the house across the street. Your sister always tells you that you’re too obsessed with the “creepy Hannibal Lecter’ that lives across the street. But you wouldn’t label this as an obsession you’re just...concerned. About your new neighbor. Who is ridiculously hot. And mysterious. You wrap a blanket around your shoulders as you see a shadow pass in front of one of the windows upstairs. “You should go to bed.” You hear a voice behind you and you squeal, jumping in your skin as you whirl around. Your heart is absolutely hammering against your chest as your eyes land on your Dad. “Dad what the hell, you scared the crap out of me!” You exclaim, a hand over your chest. Your Dad says nothing as he walks over to the window and yanks your curtains shut. “Go to bed, and stay away from him.” He orders, giving you a stern stare before turning out of your bedroom and closing the door behind him.

You focus towards your curtains and take another peek, the house is still and looks empty. You can’t get the intensity in your Dad’s eyes or the gravely serious look on his face before he left your room. Does he know who that guy is? He certainly doesn’t seem to trust him, but as far as you’re concerned they’ve never met. Days pass in a blur, and you still sit at your bench window every night, observing the strange house across the street. Watching as nobody ever enters the house, or leaves it. Your eyes flicker to the overflowing mailbox of letters and you stand from your bench before heading to the door. You’re only being a nice neighbor and bringing him his mail. But when you reach for your door handle, it doesn’t turn. What the hell? Did your Dad lock the door? You turn back to your window before sliding it open and dropping onto the patio roof located perfectly in front of your bedroom window.

As you make your way across the street, you feel your heart begin to pound in your chest as the house looms above you. Your palms tremble when your fingers secure a grip around the big stack of letters before heading up the driveway. Your hand is incredibly shaky as you knock against the wood, and you hear nothing but silence from the other side. You chew on the inside of your cheek nervously, he’s probably not going to answer. From within the house Timothee digs his nails into the wood of his dining table, your blood calls to him. You smell so good, he could smell you before you even crossed the street- living right across from someone who smells so delicious is a special kind of torture he did not prepare for. He can hear your heart pounding furiously in your chest, your nervous breaths growing louder. Timothee feels an aching in his gums and he squeezes his eyes shut to will his fangs to retract. But when his eyes snap open, they’re shining an emerald green and his fangs have fully extended as he turns for the door.

Just as you begin to turn away you hear the lock on the inside of the door unbolt. You bite your lip nervously as the door is slowly pulled open to reveal easily the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. His eyes lock on yours and he looks perfectly collected as he stands behind the door. Upon seeing you, his fangs sink back up into his gums but he can still hear your blood pulsing in your veins. His curly hair is pushed back, with only one stray curl falling over his forehead. “Y-You didn’t get your mail...” You say nervously, stumbling over your words. You hold the mail out to him, and he gently takes it from you. When his fingers accidentally brush against you, you nearly jerk back from how icy cold his skin is. His skin is pale, it lacks the natural rosy color that skin normally has. If you didn’t know better, you’d say his skin lacks life. “Thank you.” He says, his voice smooth like honey and for a moment you just stand there and bathe in it. You want to say more but your voice gets caught in your throat as you look up into his green eyes. While he looks youthful in his face, his eyes look wise. Like they’ve seen more than his skin has, like they’ve witnessed more than the years he’s been alive.

His eyes suddenly snap behind you and in an instant he’s grabbing you and pulling you into his house before swinging the door shut. You feel panic shoot through you as the door swings shut as you press your back against the door. “Your Father.” He explains in a calm voice and you nod slowly, still feeling fear coursing in your veins. Your breathing slows as you stare up at him, “do you know my Dad?” You ask him and he takes a step away from you. Touching you nearly sent him over the edge, he hasn’t fed in too long. But you make it impossible for him to leave his house, he grows intoxicated by your scent. You look so much like her, it leaves him breathless every single time he looks at you. But not even her scent was as delectable as yours, as luring, you are a Vampire’s biggest weakness. Your scent was potent, and your blood would be sugary sweet he’s sure of it. If he were to sink his fangs into you, he would drink your blood right down to the bone. He hates hurting people. “No.” He says simply, his eyes staying firmly off of you.

“I’m Y/N,” You smile, but get no smile in return. You simply receive a curt nod as his hands fold behind his back, his palms are twitching. He’s not sure how much longer he can stay composed in your presence. “If your Father has returned inside, you can see yourself out.” He says, turning on his heel to disappear around the corner and as far from you as he can get in this house. “You’re not going to tell me your name?” You call after him just before he disappears from sight. He pauses, looking to be facing inner turmoil as he turns his head to look at you. “Timothee.” He says simply before continuing his coarse. Timothee. You smile to yourself, that name suits him incredibly well. Timothee collapses against his bedroom door, he shouldn’t have let you in- your scent is everywhere. It surrounds him again, like a blanket it smothers his senses. He reaches into a cooler he has in his room before quickly opening the lid of a jar, which has blood in it. It’s cows blood, it’s disgusting but it does satiate the thirst. He drinks it greedily and slowly feels the agonizing thrumming of his senses easing. He doesn’t hear the door close, have you not left yet. Timothee inhales deeply, and sure enough your sweet fresh scent fills his nose once more.

He returns down the stairs and sees you peering out the peep hole. “Why are you still here?” He asks and you turn to look at him, your eyes tracing over every detail of his perfectly smooth and blemish free face. “My Dad knows I left my room, I can see my bedroom light on.” You say sheepishly, you feel incredibly stupid at how overprotective your Dad is. He makes you feel like a child. His eyes stay on yours for a moment before Timothee is tearing his gaze away from yours. “He does not know you are here I take it?” He questions, that stupid perfect curl hanging on his forehead looks so soft. You want to run your fingers through his dark curls so badly. “He’d be furious. He specifically told me to stay away from you.” You admit and that doesn’t surprise Timothee in the slightest. Your Father is more well educated about the world than you are, he knows of the monsters and the shadows that wake in the night. Timothee really should have been more careful before carelessly moving into a house across the street from a hunter.

“So then, why are you here?” Timothee asks, raising a brow as his eyes study you. You freeze under his questioning gaze as you stay planted firmly in front of the door. “You didn’t get your mail...” You say unconvincingly with a blush on your face. Timothee has a small smile on his face as he watches you from a safe distance. “You disobeyed your Father, and risked making him furious with you just so you could bring me my mail?” He asks and you blush harder. All you can do is nod as you continue looking into his mesmerizing eyes. Timothee doesn’t know what to make of you, he is however concerned for your safety. Curiosity can lead to danger. If Timothee were a complete monster like some of his Vampire Brethren, he would have drank you dry and dumped your body by now. He tries not to hurt people however, but your curiosity may certainly lead you into trouble. “Curiosity can be quite dangerous,” He comments off hand as you check out the peep hole again. Your Dad tells you the same thing, but he can be really overbearing. “We all live to die someday anyway, what’s the point in not seeking out answers when you don’t understand something.” You reply and he pauses. Not everything that walks this Earth lives to die.

“Come with me.” Timothee says and turns, leading towards a back door of the house. He opens it and steps outside, and you follow him around the back of the house towards the far end of the street. You slowly slink to the fence of your yard and he holds out his hand, stopping you when you go to walk again. To the left of the spot you’ve ducked in, you see shadows pass in front of your living room window. Timothee keeps his hand out as his eyes stay trained on the window, and for some reason that you don’t understand- you feel safe with him. He doesn’t know why he’s doing this, being around so many humans is usually far too tempting for him. You don’t realize the danger you’re in, Timothee is sure your Father loves you but if you discovered the existence of Vampires? He fears what your Father would do then. Once Timothee hears them move away from the window the two of you slink under it towards the gate going to your backyard where the patio roof is, just beneath your window.

You feel adrenaline coursing through you as you follow him to the roof, where you can still see your window slightly open. Timothee approaches the patio and hauls himself on top of the roof before reaching an arm down to you. You take his hand and he lifts you onto the roof with ease, and your eyes widen in surprise. He’s a lot stronger than he looks. You can’t shake how the icy feel of his skin sinks to your bone, why is he always so cold? You reach for your window but Timothee grabs you and yanks you to the side, out of view just as your Dad slams into your bedroom again. Your Mom follows shortly after, “just relax she’s fine-” She starts but your Dad whirls around to look at her. “Fine? If she’s over at that damn blood suckers house, she could be dead already!” Your Dad exclaims in exasperation. Blood sucker? You glance over your shoulder at Timothee, who has an almost sad expression on his face. His eyes flicker down to meet yours and his pupils dilate before he pulls his gaze from yours.

Once you’re stood safely in your room again, Timothee turns to leave when you hear footsteps down the hallway. Before the door opens, TImothee slides into your closet, pressing his back to the wall as the door flies open against the wall. “Where the hell were you?” Your Dad snaps as he glares down at you, you’ve never seen him this angry before. “I went for a walk! I would have gone out the front but you locked me in my damn room like a prisoner.” You snap, and he releases a breath before stepping towards you. His eyes scan over your body, focusing on your neck and wrists. “Did you go see him?” He asks in a low voice and your eyebrows raise. Your Dad glares down at you and you feel your heart race, “no I didn’t see anybody.” You say softly, looking fearfully up into your Dad’s eyes. Your Dad’s serious expression drops as he gently presses a kiss to your head before turning to leave the room. “Good, stay away from him. I mean it.”

When he shuts the door you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as Timothee emerges from his hiding spot. “Why doesn’t my Dad want me around you?” You ask him as soon as you hear the footsteps down the stairs. Timothee remains silent as he moves towards your window, “please answer me.” You plead softly as his hands lift the window up further. He pauses before glancing over his shoulder and the sight you see steals the breath right from your lungs. His eyes are glowing a neon emerald color and his canine teeth have grown twice their normal length. “Because I’m different. Don’t seek me out again.” He warns before he’s out the window.

The following weeks, Timothee plagued your every thought, both waking and sleeping. You felt like you’d been thrusted into some crappy Twilight fanfiction, because seriously? Vampires? There was something about him, something that kept you wanting more. You wanted to be near him all the time, being around him made you feel alive. You thought of his beautiful eyes piercing through yours as he pushed into you, or those pink lips pressing against your inner thighs. You thought of all the wonderfully dirty things he’d say to you with that smooth voice of his, the way he would use his words to coax you to an orgasm. You spent many nights with your hand down the front of your shorts, picturing his fingers inside you instead of your own. You threw your head back into your pillow, your fingers pushing inside you as you closed your eyes and pictured his head between your thighs. You wondered if he’d be a delicate lover? Full of romance and passion? Or a rough lover? Full of anger and pent up tension? You bit your lip to silence yourself when you began thumbing your clit.

Timothee’s fists curled in on themselves as he took steady breathes to calm his heart rate. It’s time like this that he really curses his heightened senses because right now he can hear your soft groans of his name, and he can smell your arousal. “Fuck Timothee,” He can hear you whimpering under your breath, begging for him- for his cock. He can barely take anymore. Timothee licks his lips as his mouth waters for your blood and your cum. His hard on presses against his jeans tightly and he reaches down to gently palm himself to attempt and relieve some of the tension. He’s so hard it’s actually beginning to ache. He so desperately wants those whimpers of pleasure coming from your lips to be his doing. He wants to hear you cry out his name and drag your nails down his back. Never has his desire for a human being been so strong before he met you. “Fuck,” Timothee groans under his breath as he listens to you cum around your fingers. He can hear your soft panting, he can smell the heavy sweet scent of your arousal, he can practically feel your heart racing. Timothee listens to the sound of your bed squeaking as you stand, and he hears the taps of your fingers against your phone screen. “I need to cum around a cock so badly, hopefully Evan is still up.” He hears you mutter to yourself and Timothee is launching up from his bed in a second.

You scroll through your phone to find Evan’s contact when you hear a gentle tapping against your bedroom window. When you pull the curtains open, the sight of Timothee standing by your window, breathing heavily surprises you. You open your window and as soon as you do, he’s got you pushed up against the wall. “Gonna call Evan huh? Wanna cum around his cock instead of mine?” He husks in your ear, and suddenly it feels like your entire body is on fire. Your phone slips from your hand and lands against the floor with a thud as Timothee traps your hands above your head. “Driving me fucking crazy, every single night I have to sit there and act like I don’t hear you begging for me.” Timothee groans, grinding his crotch up into yours. Up until this point he’s done his absolute best to stay away from you, who he is, the lifestyle he leads, it’s too dangerous for you. Humans who get close to him all end up the same way: as nothing more than blood and bones. “Y-You can hear me?” You whisper, breathless. Timothee’s lips brush over your ear as his hands still hold your arms above your head. “I can hear everything. I can smell your arousal, so wet on your thighs for me.” He growls, an animalistic tone in is voice.

“Don’t you know how dangerous it is for you to get close to someone like me? For you to want someone like me?” Timothee breathes into your ear, his voice serious and strained as he desperately tries to hold himself back. “What’s life without a little risk?” You challenge, looking into his eyes when he pulls his head back to look at you. Your eyes lock for a few torturous minutes before he slowly releases you. “This isn’t the fun kind of risk Y/N, this is the kind of risk that could get you killed.” He says, turning to face away from you. You approach him from behind, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder. “Not if you make me like you.” You whisper and he turns, a look of pure fear in his eyes as he lets what you said sink in. “No, absolutely not! You don’t want this, you don’t want me. You don’t know me Y/N,” He stammers, the panic in his eyes building. You cock an eyebrow as you sit back on your bed. “I don’t want you? I’m pretty sure you can still smell how wet I am Timothee.” You purr, your voice sultry as you gaze up at him.

Timothee’s pupils blow wide open when you spread your thighs, and move your tiny little sleep shorts to the side- revealing your soaked pussy. “I don’t want to hurt you. Once I start, I don’t know if I can stop.” Timothee chokes out, using what’s left of his self control to hold himself back. Your fingers move to your clit, so swollen and practically begging for attention. You begin to rub small circles into your clit as you look him in the eyes, “if you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have come over here. And if I thought I couldn’t handle it, then I wouldn’t have been moaning your name.” You whisper, a whine escaping your mouth after you finish speaking. Timothee hovers over you, pushing your back into the mattress as his wild eyes bore into yours. “I’ll only do this under one condition; you never ask to be turned again.” He says, and you can tell he’s serious about this. Your hands slide up his chest and grip his shoulders, “I won’t.” You promise and that’s all he needs before his lips are pressed against yours with a bruising force. His hips grind down into yours and you moan into his mouth.

“Now you’re gonna have to be really quiet baby mkay? Wouldn’t want Daddy to catch us.” He says, his eyes looking down into yours. Your core heats up as you nod, biting your lip. “Yes Daddy.” You smile when you hear his soft groan at the name. But he raises a brow at you, “he’s not Daddy, you are.” You whisper against his lips. Timothee’s hand slides under your shorts as he ghosts his fingers over your lips, “you’re goddamn right I am.” He growls as his lips press against your collarbones. He can hear your heartbeat under your skin and can feel your pulse on his lips but he focuses on his hard cock to control the blood lust. You whine softly as you try to grind your hips against his hand, but every time you move Timothee moves his hand away. Finally you stop moving and wait impatiently for him to touch you while your pulse pounds in your core. Finally he slides 2 fingers inside you and a cry begins to leave your lips before his hand presses over your mouth. “You have to be quieter than that baby, don’t make me gag you.” Timothee threatens in a low voice, but the thought of him fucking you while you’re gagged causes you to moan softly against his hand. Timothee begins to slowly finger you, and you whine in annoyance against his hand.

He keeps his hand over your mouth as he slowly picks up his pace, and he feels his lust rising. Timothee knows his eyes are glowing as he watches you come apart at his touch, and right as you near cumming he slows his pace again, fingering you agonizingly slowly. Tears of frustration from the denied orgasms spring in your eyes as you begin to wriggle underneath him. The slow teasing touches and edging is making you throb, you can’t take anymore. When Timothee removes his hand from your mouth he replaces it with his mouth as he begins to finger you at a quick pace. You begin to pant into his mouth as your body arches up into him, and you feel the heat building and building in your stomach. You feel yourself on the edge of cumming and your arms wrap around his shoulder, and as you begin to fear Timothee will edge you again, he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, watching as you cum underneath him and gush around his fingers. He gently fingers you through your orgasm before pulling you up to your knees on the mattress. You’re panting when he desperately pushes you to the ground on your knees and you immediately begin scrambling to unbuckle his belt.

You yank his pants and boxers down and you hear him hiss in relief as his cock springs free. Timothee winds his hand through your hair and pulls your mouth on his cock, forcing your head down until his tip pushes against the back of your throat. You relax your jaw as he begins to thrust into your mouth, using you only for his pleasure- which you are totally okay with. You see his emerald eyes glowing brighter as you reach down to cup his balls. You love watching him lose control, it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever had the privileged to witness. “Fuck, you suck my cock so good baby.” He groans softly as he continues to thrust harshly into your throat. Saliva drools down your chin and tears run down your face, and he loves seeing you like this. On your knees crying from his cock down your throat. When Timothee feels tingles going down his cock he pulls you off him, he can’t cum in your mouth he needs to cum inside you.

He immediately pulls you up and rips your shorts from your body as he bends you over the bed. When the head of his cock presses into you, you stop him. “Condom?” You ask breathless and he chuckles. “Baby, technically I’m dead. I can’t get anybody pregnant.” He growls before sliding into you. You cry out against the mattress as you feel yourself stretch around him. “I thought I said you needed to be quiet hm?” Timothee says, and you hear a tearing sound. “M’sorry Daddy.” You whimper moments before he’s tying a piece of torn t-shirt around your mouth. “Now I have to gag you because you didn’t listen.” Timothee growls before he begins to pound into you, and you feel a sharp sting every time his pelvis hits yours. Your moans and cries of pleasure are muffled by the makeshift gag as your fingers curl around your bed sheets. You hang on as he continues to slam into you, being pushed up roughly against the bed. “God baby you feel so good around my cock, so fuckin’ tight.” Timothee groans as he reaches down to flip you over, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. “Evan could never,” he snaps his hips into you, “ever,” he slams against you again, “fuck you like this.” Timothee groans, his thumb moving down to press against your clit.

Your hands reach up to grab at his shoulders and wind around him, holding him tightly to you. Timothee continues you thrust into you, and when he feels you begin to squeeze around him he knows you’re close to cumming. You sob against the gag, the pleasure coursing through you beginning to overwhelm you. When Timothee presses down hard on your clit and slams into your g-spot, you’re exploding around his cock. Your head is thrown back as you nearly black out, you’re so fucked out you almost miss him coming in hot spurts inside you. Slowly, Timothee reaches down to pull the gag over your head and you both sit there and regain your breathing. He stays inside you as his cock softens, and you pull him down to sweetly kiss him on the lips. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides out of you, reaching down to find his pants. “Are you leaving?” You ask, the pain in your voice unmissable. Seeing the hurt look on your face, he gives in and slides into bed beside you. “i don’t really sleep yknow.” He informs you and you roll your eyes and you place your head on his chest. “That’s okay, I do. So please just hold me until I fall asleep?” You ask him with pleading eyes and he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

After your breathing evens out, Timothee gently pries you off of him before reaching to find a pen and paper. He scribbles down a short message before leaving it on your nightstand. He finishes getting dressed before disappearing out your window. Timothee doesn’t want to do this, he really doesn’t but it’s not safe for you to be around him. Sooner or later your Dad will find out, and he’ll either lock you away somewhere, or kill Timothee. He knows you care about him, and he wouldn’t want to put you through the pain of watching him die. It’s just better if he leaves town, start over somewhere new. To keep you safe, and he can only pray that when you wake up...you’ll understand.

When the sun rises the next morning, you didn’t expect Timothee to still be laying beside you. Because your Dad would probably try to drive a wooden stake through his heart. You roll over to where he previously was laying when a little white piece of paper catches your eye. You grab it, with a smile on your face but that smile quickly fades.

Y/N,

By the time you read this I will have already left town. Being near me will hurt you, and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. I will never forget the night we shared, and I know I’ll never forget you. You made me feel alive again.

Always Yours,

-T.C.

Tears wet your cheeks as you desperately clutch the piece of paper in your hands. You scramble out of bed and throw clothes on before you’re rushing down your stairs and out the front door. The house looks as vacant as it always does, so you hope against hope that maybe he was just lying to keep you safe. Maybe he was still there, maybe he didn’t leave. You pound your fist against the door, not even caring if your Dad catches you. “Timothee!” You cry out, continuing to knock on the door. When you don’t receive an answer you scramble to the back door, and reach down under a rock for a spare key. Much to your delight, you actually find one and quickly throw open the door. “Timothee!” You call out again, your heart sinking in your chest as silence is the only response you receive. You rush up the stairs and throw open his bedroom door, to find his room empty. You begin looking in his dresser drawers, all empty. You look in his closet, which is also empty. You collapse on the bed, tears wetting your cheeks when you spot another paper.

Y/N

I figured you’d probably come here looking for me, and yes I really am gone. Don’t try to find me, I’ve been in hiding for centuries. I’m good at it, and trust me when I say it’s better this way. I can live happy, knowing you’re safe- you should try to do the same. Thank you for being briefly mine, as I will be forever yours.

Goodbye sweetheart.

T.C.

You hold it to your chest and cry, you know he won’t come back. You want to believe it’s better this way, but how could this be better when you hurt so much? You lay down on his bed, tears wetting the comforter as you try to hold on to those notes, they’re all you have left of him.

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