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danicadenniss · 3 months

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DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 6: Talons Rising To Power

In Trolls Brotherhood AU, when Branch, John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Poppy were captured by Dante Reyes and his hunters and they taking them to the village. Clay remembered his father's sacrifice himself to save him and his family and then his friends Viva, Damian Hubbard, Janis 'Imi'ike, Abby Schmidt, Travis and the other children comfort him, after he blame himself for leaving the forest and even heard John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Branch needs his help. In the prison scene.

The hunters arrived back from the valley, it wasn't the case for our teal trolls and a grayish pink troll. Since their capture, the hunters led them into the village.

Dante Reyes: (evil grin) How's our little prize going back there?

Facing the captors with a glare, Branch finally had the courage to speak up.

Branch: I don't need to answer to some ugly beast! (The hunters gasped) But if I must, I'll tell you one thing you should about my father's sacrifice, 20 years ago, I was a baby, when you take to wherever you taking us.

Arthur Slugworth: Oh, and what's that?

Gerald Prodnose: What? Oh my goodness, we whipped it before he'll sing it to us, just like the children.

Arthur Slugworth: They did what!

Branch: That I won't back down with a fight. I won't give up so easily! But most of all....(He then broke into a song as William Afton whipped him, groaning in pain)

Arthur Slugworth: The music won't work on it for now. Hernan Reyes is very good man, but he got killed by the fires, but Victoria will be here. Why thank you, Doctor?

William Afton: My pleasure, when the children sing in the museum's hall. I see it with my own eyes and two trolls are singing and still in there.

Arthur Slugworth: WHAT! Music? In the museum! How?

Branch suddenly heard a familiar roar and struggled against the ropes to turned his head around. Behind he saw his best friend Sky flying overhead. Seeing the sad face on Sky as he flew closer, Branch knew that his friend was depressed by the hunters. As much as he wanted Sky to help him, Branch knew that Sky might be endangering himself if he tried to free him. Floyd got out and he gave a message from their long lost brother Clay, Poppy urged him to fly away and leave them in roars and howls. Sensing what the brothers wanted, Sky sadly flow off. John Dory see a note from Clay and read it.

John Dory: Dear Older and younger brothers,

I'm worried about Dad's sacrifice and I feel worried about you guys and that the hunters captured you guys, Pastor Chunch want the hunters to stop hunting before he'll kill you guys. I'm sorry for leaving you guys in the forest because of the fire cause explosion in the woods, since Dad died, I miss his funeral, Mom and Grandma are worried about me, since I disappearance along with Viva. My new friends and I are going to save you guys from the hunters. I'll be there to rescue you guys soon.

Sincerely,

Your brother Clay

Spruce: (gasped) Clay?

Floyd: Clay, he's alive!

John Dory: My baby brother is alive! (sobbing)

Dante Reyes: Open the gate!

Once the gate opened, Branch's eyes widened at the area before him. Inside the prison, there were various trolls and people, either chatting and doing manual labors. As the hunters dragged them inside, Branch looked up. He even glared when they closed the gate behind them closing their chances of escape. Branch immediately knew trolls are slaves and they saw them working hard for the aristocrats.

Trolls were meant to be free and happy, not to be mistreated or work as a slave to someone.

Branch: (roared) Stop it! I'm not wild, but my brothers and I perfer to be free. That's how trolls should be. Always have and always should. Especially from the likes of you.

John Dory, Spruce and Floyd: Yeah!

John Dory: Branch, it's Clay, he's alive and he is gonna to us all.

Branch: Clay, is he okay?

Spruce: He is alive and he is going to save us.

The brothers wanted to know about the message from their long lost brother. A mysterious man with a black jumpsuit with arrows and bow loaded on his back. A mysterious woman wearing a sleeveless black jumpsuit with her twin blades on her belt around her waist. The brothers struggled and pulled their arms. Ignacio glared at the teal trolls who glared back in return.

Jennifer Kord running into the prison, as she wearing a black sleeveless jumpsuit with her staff on her back and a navy blue belt around her waist with her sword in her belt. The dogs barking at the trolls, Poppy wiped them out from being killed by the hunters. The hunters laughing wickedly, and they rise to power to hunt down trolls and burn the forest.

Damian and Janis arrived in the prison, he wears a black jumpsuit with his staff on his back and a gray belt around his waist. She wears a black sleeveless jumpsuit with a dark gray belt around her waist, a staff on her back and a black bandana on the top of her head. Black men and a British woman wearing black black jumpsuit with their armors, belts around their waist with their weapons. The Talons Bounty Troll Hunters looking on the sides and saw a white man with a black jumpsuit with black belt around his waist and sliver knuckles and pushed them in the face. A Latino man and a Latina woman wearing black jumpsuit with black belts around their waist with their weapons loaded arrows and bow.

Man with a black jumpsuit: So, Vanessa, what's next?

Vanessa Afton: I can do that for able to make Talons pay for their merchant services.

Noah Diaz running as he wore a black jumpsuit with black belt around his waist and held his bow loaded with arrows at the hunters.

Noah Diaz: Ramsey, Roman, Tej, you're up!

Tej: It's show time! Hit it!

Ramsey set up a bomb on the gate by set up a timer in 60 seconds.

Noah Diaz: Shaw, it's time to strike.

Deckard Shaw: Yes, it's time,

Vanessa slide down to the prison with a rope, she used her crossbow and taught her arrow at the hunter. The insignia burned into their skin will be a permanent reminder of where they had endured even ithey had escape. The brothers are trying to free themselves. They usually branded them on either their backs or chests.

Spruce: (trying untied the ropes) Ow!

Floyd: (struggled and pulled his arms) We have to fight against the hunters like we fought the Purma at our home.

John Dory: I hope Clay will be able to help us out. (An ambitious rogue and con artist named Forge Fitzwilliam speaks to them.)

Forge Fitzwilliam: Silent! (The slave trolls gasped) Every creatures will be marked by flame. The hunters bring the trolls from all the lands. Pop Trolls, Rock Trolls, Techno Trolls, Funk Trolls, Classical Trolls and finally County Trolls, all trolls from all the lands around every nature.

A funk troll: I don't like him and being a slave.

A funk troll: Me too, Cooper!

A rock troll: (growled) How's could you monster!

Dante Reyes: We're not monsters! All of you are!

A rock troll: What the hell are you talking about?

A pastel pink troll: This is going to take forever! (sobbing)

A lavender blue troll: (make snitch and rag clothes for the aristocrats.) There's no way, I will not being marked by a stupid iron from the dumb aristocrats.

Twin pop trolls: (two hunters whipped on their back.) Owie!

Bounty Troll Hunters #12: Get back to work, monsters! Unless you too get another whipped on your back.

A pastel pink troll: Alright!

A lavender blue troll: Please, don't ever hurt us! We'll must clothes for the aristocrats!

Ignacio Carapax come out with a branding iron with the shape of their insignia on the hot end. This was the mark of a slave to the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters and the brothers are next. Branch eyed Ignacio coming to him with the heated iron.

Ignacio Carapax: (Branch gasped, in the vision, Hernan Reyes battle Thorn in the forest, since his father's sacrifice himself to save them from the hunters, Baby Branch crying and wailing, teenage Dante Reyes stabbed him, Thorn groaned, end of the vision, scream) You're going to be a slave now.

The hunters lowered his leafy vest to leave room for him to brand his chest. As he was about to enjoy branding him, Branch struggled and pulled his arms and he branded his chest, until Clay arrived and successfully managed to free his brothers and Poppy cut off the ropes to free her arms and grabs the iron with her hands, while looking at Ignacio Carapax in the eye. Branch almost passed out and panting heavily with his eyes opened wide and he looked down at his chest with insignia mark on it.

Ignacio Carapax: Hey! That's mine! You grayish beast!

Poppy pulled the iron away and branded the iron into the hunter's face.

Ignacio Carapax: NO! MY IRON!

Poppy: (the hunter yelling from the burning pain and while he was distracted, Branch got up, she gave a hunter one blow on the head with the iron, knocking him out cold. The brothers managed to remove the sash from their move and scoffed.)

John Dory and Floyd: Branch!

Spruce: Bro, you okay?

Branch: (groaned) I'm fine, told you we still got plenty of fight in us.

Clay: Nobody messes with me and my brothers!

John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Branch: Clay!

Clay: You asked for trouble, I'll give you trouble and plenty of it!

The hunters looked up at the gates and its cause explosion at the gates opened, the hunters screaming and they ran into take cover.

Can the brothers will escape from the hunters, and taking Branch to the hospital and healing his wounds?

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affansoanglin12 · 3 months

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#vanessa carlton #michelle branch #melanie chisholm

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little-sw33tie · 10 months

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Hello, Toni!! <3 what is this Y/N the third AU that you speak of? I don't think I hear of it.

0w0GI!!!! Okokok so basically it’s an AU I came up with based on Lupin the 3rd!!!

Y/N is Lupin, Sun is Jigen, Moon is Goemon, Eclipse is Fujiko and Vanessa is Inspector Zenigata!!! Vanny is here too in place of Moneta (who is Zenigata but. He went villain mode for a sec)

Also I’m not good at describing personalities please bear with me</3

Y/N is a wealthy, cunning, master of disguise, violence enjoying thief, stealing mainly for the thrill of it! But they have a heart of gold when it counts! Also goofy, they are goofy!!! They’re also stubborn and reckless. Over confident to the point where it puts other in harms way.

Sun is loyal, caring and easily entertained! But he does have a streak of cynicism. Over all though she’s just as intelligent and sensible! Also more professional than Y/N, but still goofy. He’s slow to anger, but his anger is as powerful as his namesake.

Moon is very prideful, and mostly collected. He feels emotions very strongly, but keeps a fair amount of the extent internally. He’s strict yet compassionate and exceedingly patient. Though, during a mission he can and will lose what composure he has to go gremlin mode (they do out outside of missions too, especially to fuck with Sun (Y/N usually joins Moon in these shenanigans)) He can be overly strict and close minded, things should be done his way, follow what he was taught. Be strictly aligned to tradition. He will exercise what he needs to for that to happen. There have been times where his virtue turns to sin, much to his regret.

Eclipse at his core has a heart of gold, though it’s rarely seen. She is a very cautious character with herself, with her moments of greed and some over-excitement. She’s frivolous and care-free all the same. He’s independent, determined and a trickster. She’ll lie as much as she needs to get where he needs to be, or get what he needs, she uses what she has to an advantage at the cost of having trouble trusting people. He’s not above being a little two-faced either.

Vanessa is clumsy and sensitive, but with a strong heart and resolve. Determined and impulsive, she’s outspoken. Her need for justice is what drives her. She’s calculated and competitive. Her borderline obsession with justice has put strain on her relationships, making her more or less alone. The people she works with admire her determination, her ethics and strength but with her focus on capturing Y/N, she would do anything for that to happen. Even a deal with the devil.

Overall I don’t really have a clear clear story in my head but it’s slowly coming together!

@basyacriptid MORE YN 3RD STUFF!!!!

Bonus doodle of Y/N and Vanessa!

#im taking a lot from the Lupin characters themselves but still taking from the many ways we see sun/moon/eclipse/ect #I feel like a lot of what I’ll do at first are screencap redraws #but it also makes me want to branch out just a bit #draw more cars since car chase scenes are pretty common in the shows/movies #same with more action orientated scenes in general #this will include weaponry! ofc there’s the sword but also different kinds of guns too #grhagrggagrhrhhagr I’m brainrotting so hard 0w0gi #ALSO!!!#I HAVE AN ASK TAG NOW!!!!#Leon/Toni’s Letters #Y/N the 3rd AU #god I’m gonna make it so Afton and Vanessa have some sort of Bill Cipher and Ford but. not like that #it makes sense in my head HANDJDJ

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roxyoulikeahurricane · 11 months

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we are SLEEPING on van/shauna and for WHAT

#yellowjackets #van palmer #shauna shipman #vanessa palmer #it works because like...tai/shauna has HUGE potential #so it could easily just be a little branch off of a taivanshauna ot3 #but also the...the...the...jesus and the acolytes and judas...#with the lottie/van/shauna #is also brainrotting to me

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nongying · 1 year

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1 year anniversary of FNAF Security Breach

#fnaf #fnaf security branch #glemrock freddy #glemrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #glemrock bonnie #vanny #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #fnaf burntrap #fnaf the blob #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf dj music man #fnaf music man

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saralayne · 9 months

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This Love ~ Part 5 🩵💜

Olive Branch

Tim convinces Lucy to send her parents a save the date to their wedding. To extend an olive branch. Mrs. Chen and Lucy have a stand off.

The save the date cards were ready to be sent out. They still hadn’t fully decided on a venue yet but they knew when they would be getting married. Lucy had them stacked on the kitchen counter in envelopes and ready to be mailed out. Lucy had hand delivered the cards to their family at Wilshire, along with Tamara. Tim hand delivered one to his baby sister, Genny. There were a few to be mailed. Tim had gotten home from a long day. As he saw the cards to be mailed, a wave of excitement and joy came over him at the thought of the fact that he was getting to marry the love of his life. As he glanced at the cards one by one, noticing there wasn’t a card for Mr. And Mrs. Chen. That saddened him. Knowing the lack of relationship they had with their daughter. Tim also knew how hard it was for Lucy not having her parents in her life. Vanessa had never approved of Lucy’s career. She had a much different life envisioned for her daughter and being a police officer was not one of them. They had pushed and pushed. Lucy saw they were never going to be accepting or even proud of her for any life choices. Lucy finally made the decision to stop trying and distance herself from them. The constant hurt of her being nothing but a disappointment took it’s toll. Regardless, it saddened Tim that her parents would not be a part of the most important day in their daughters life. He was well aware they would probably never accept him and he could handle that. He wanted them to see that even with their reservations that Lucy was happy and fulfilled. They should have a chance to see that. Her dad should walk her down the aisle as every girl dreams on their wedding day. Tim knew this would be a hard conversation to have with this fiancée. Aware it would most likely cause an argument because Lucy Chen had no quit in her. He was going to try anyway. He never wanted Lucy to have regret about anything and it felt at least if she extended an olive branch it would be up to them. She at least would of made the effort. If it backfired and there was a good chance it would. He would be there by her side, being her comfort.

Lucy came out of their bedroom, not even realizing Tim had come home.

“Hi babe. I didn’t even hear you come in?”

“Hi pretty girl. How was your day?”

“It’s much better now that you’re home”

“Luce. I want to run something by you”

“Of course”

“Before I start. I don’t want you to get upset. Please just hear me out”

“Tim. This sounds ominous. What did you do Bradford? No backing out now mister, you are stuck with me”

“Very funny. No it’s nothing like that. So I saw the save the date cards to be mailed and noticed there isn’t one for your parents”

“No, there isn’t. I contemplated sending them one but I don’t want them to have a chance to ruin our day. They probably wouldn’t even come anyway. We all know what a failure of a daughter I am. So, what’s the point? Putting myself through that hurt. I want people to come to our wedding who love us and want to celebrate our joy with us”

“I get that Luce. I really do. Hear me out. I don’t want you to ever have any regrets. I know you want to marry me. I do. This isn’t even a question. I just don’t want you to look back at our special day and regret not having your own parents there. Look, I know I’m the last person that should be preaching about shity parents, given my own history. I also don’t want to minimize how you were treated by them. You’re right. They never supported you while becoming the best damn police officer this city has ever seen. Eventually, the best detective. They spent most of your life looking down on your choices which I’m sure would include me. I just want us to start our lives together with absolutely no regret. Sending them an invite could be you extending an olive branch. Being the bigger and better person which we all know you are. One of the million reasons why I fell madly in love with you. Please, just think about it. If it goes south, you have me standing right beside you and we will still have the best life together. It will be their loss. But you can look back and say you made every effort to repair the rift”

“That all makes sense and you’re right. I am just scared it will turn ugly and they will ruin the day I have dreamt of my whole life. I don’t want to put you through that”

“Luce. Don’t worry about me. They don’t have to like me. I know you are the love of my life and no one in this world will ever be able to change that. EVER”

“OK. I don’t want to have any regrets. I will send them one”

A few weeks had passed and Lucy hadn’t heard anything from her parents. She assumed they were ignoring the olive branch. Lucy eventually took it as a good omen. She had tried and been the bigger person. Tim was right all along. She had felt good she sent them a save the date card and was trying to at least start the process to repair the damage. She had the most wonderful man she was going to marry and have for the rest of their lives. Had an amazing family at Wilshire. As Lucy and Tim had finished a lovely dinner together, they were snuggled on the couch about to start movie date night. A loud knock echoed through their apartment. They looked at one another, wondering who was knocking at this time of night. Maybe, T had forgotten her key as she was at the library studying for exams. Lucy made her way towards the front door. As she looked through the peephole. Looking back at Tim as if she had seen a ghost. Opening the door, there she stood. Vanessa Chen.

“Hi, mom”

“Lucy Chen. Don’t ‘hi’ me. You send a save the date to your father and I with no phone call or anything. We had no idea you were even dating anyone, let alone engaged. This must be you once again making an irrational life decision. So I felt it was my duty as your mother to come and see you face to face. To see what monumental mistake you are about to make”

“Mom. Stop. You don’t get to show up on my doorstep and call my life a mistake”

Tim made his way from the couch over to the front door where his fiancée and her angry mother stood. He knew this was inevitable when he convinced Lucy to reach out but still thought it was the right decision. Truthfully, it’s better this all came out now rather than at the wedding.

“You must be her boyfriend. Oh, I’m sorry her fiancée that we knew nothing about”

Tim grasped Lucy’s hand to show her that he’s OK.

“Yes. Mrs. Chen. My name is Tim Bradford. I am indeed both her boyfriend and fiancée”

“Tim Bradford. Weren’t you her training officer?”

“I was when Lucy was a rookie”

“So I was right then? My daughter is about to make the biggest mistake of her life. My daughter being taken advantage of by her superior”

Lucy had heard enough.

“MOM. STOP. Tim and I were completely professional while he was in my chain of command. He is now a Metro sergeant and we did everything by the books when we started dating. We fell in love and each other and made sacrifices for this relationship to keep our professional reputation intact. Tim is in no way in my chain of command. We love one another more than anything and are also very happy in our professional careers. Tim NEVER and I repeat NEVER took advantage of me in any way. We always kept it platonic at all times. We fell in love and made the sacrifices to be together and that was the best decision I ever made. I get that you don’t approve. Trust me I wasn’t even going to send you an invitation. It was Tim that convinced me to reach out and give you and dad the opportunity to come and share our joy”

“Lucy. I will never condone the decisions you have made. I will talk to your father but as far as I’m concerned. I cannot support this union”

“Fine, mom. That is what I expect at this point. If you don’t want to come. It breaks my heart that you can’t put aside your feelings. Not only being proud of me but also being a part of the most important day of my life”

Lucy as this point had tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Mrs. Chen. I just want to say one thing. I was really hoping you would be there for Lucy on our wedding day. To see the woman your daughter has become. Not only is she the best police officer I have ever seen. Everything she has been through and shown nothing but bravery and courage as well never losing her brightness and loving nature to everyone she comes in contact with. You deciding selfishly not to come and be there for her changes nothing. I am going to marry your daughter. I am going to be there everyday and always show her unconditional love because that is what she deserves”

“Goodbye Lucy”

“Yeah. Goodbye Mom”

Later as Tim and Lucy settled into bed for the night.

“Sweetheart. I am so sorry it went that way. I was really hoping you wouldn’t have to endure that hurt again. I know I pushed you into this”

“Tim. It’s OK. I am so glad you did push me because now I won’t have any regrets. I will send an actual invitation. If they come they come. If they don’t they don’t. The way you stood in my corner. Listing off my enduring qualities. It didn’t matter anymore. I know I am going to have your love and support for the rest of my life. That to me is priceless and all I need”

“Baby. I could have gone on all night about every amazing quality you have. All the reasons why I am so in love with you. If they can’t see what I see everyday than they don’t deserve to have you in their life”

“I love you so much, Timothy Bradford”

“Right back at ya, Lucy Chen. I cannot wait to marry you, my beautiful girl”

“Me too. My handsome man. Me too”

#fanfic #chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #vanessa chen #established relationship #engaged #wedding planning #protective tim bradford #olive branch #in love #fluff

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emotionalcadaver · 1 year

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I just realized that I've basically given three of my OCs the exact same fashion sense.

Whoops.

#listen i can't help it that leather jackets plaid shirts sweaters jeans and combat boots are the superior style #two are alice and vanessa #the third one is actually an oc i haven't shared on here yet #but maybe someday....#i'll try to branch out a bit more with the style for #some of the newer ocs i've been kicking around in my head for awhile now #laur babbles #my ocs

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joestar-branch-family · 1 year

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"I may be here physically... but emotionally... I don't know..."

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A short animatic featuring Joban and his mother's side of the family.

#jjba #joestar branch family au #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba au #jjba oc #joban fujio-diaz #francisca fujio-diaz #guadalupe diaz #vanessa diaz #animatic #oc animatic #youtube video #Youtube

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dontgodownfornoroses · 1 year

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"songs that get white people turnt"

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Fellow Caucasians, tag yourself.

#I'm a thousand miles #christ #I was in college when that song dropped #how do I explain Vanessa Carlton to the youths?#you see #in the 90s we had Tori Amos #she was divided into three and became #michelle branch #nelly furtado #and vanessa carlton #these three queens ruled the early aughts singer-songwriter pop scene #but they were all of them deceived #for another pop singer-songwriter was made #she absorbed the power of all the singer-songwriters of that decade #she has since ruled the pop charts with an iron fist #while the Three Queens diminished and went into the west #and remained certified double platinum #and that's how Taylor Swift was born #Youtube

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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months

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the chase

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, kind of dubcon?, unprotected sex, p in v sex, reader doesnt cum, buzzed? drunk sex

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rafe has dragged you away from the beach party, his needy hands moving all along your body as you both stumble through the woods, giggling with liquor in your systems.

“come here.” rafe finally says, moving his hand from your ass up to the small of your back, hauling your body against his. he doesn't wait for permission, he knows he doesn't need it from you as his lips press against yours.

you moan into the kiss, placing your hands on his cheeks, tipping your head back to let rafe have full access to your mouth.

rafe pulls away, his eyes scanning the forest. it's not dense, and you can see the beach through the trees, as well as the lights from houses in the distance through the trunks.

rafe spins your body to face away from him. “you have two minutes. run.”

“what?” you turn your head to look back at rafe.

“the clock is ticking y/n. run.” you recognize the look in rafes eyes. it's the same hungry one when he convinced you to ride him during a party, your dress covering the act, but both of your faces and actions giving everything away.

you don't care that you were branded rafes whore from that night on.

you take off, sandaled feet hitting the ground as you move through the trees, away from rafe. you try to control your breathing, try to step in spots devoid of branches as to not make noise, but you know you're failing.

the minutes tick down as you get closer to the houses through the wooded area, but you swivel to the left and run towards the beach, your eyes scanning for some place to hide, startling when you realize that rafe can be heard moving through the trees behind you.

“fuck.” you whisper to yourself, running along the beach to the old broken down pier, one that's scheduled to be taken out. you head underneath the wooden slats, hoping the dark will conceal you as you press your back to one of the support poles.

your heavy breathing begins to slow as your heart rate lowers, straining your ears to hear rafe coming, but you're too close to the water, the waves crashing against the scan obscuring any noise.

the minutes tick by, and you wonder if he made the mistake of turning left towards the neighborhood.

“got you.”

you scream, not having heard rafe approach until he's directly behind you. you push off the wooden beam, running as fast as the sand will allow, but rafe is faster. you make it to the edge of the woods when his hands grab you, dragging your hips against his body as you flail.

you try to get out of his grip, but it only results in you losing your footing and falling onto the sand.

“dumb girl.” rafe grunts, using his body weight to hold you down. “did you think you could escape me?”

“r-rafe.” you whimper, his large body weighing you down to the point it hurts, his hands pressing into your plush skin.

“don't say another fucking word unless you want me to gag you.” rafe warns.

“and if you move…” rafe says as he lifts himself off you, spreading your thighs apart and kneeling between your legs. “just know that i will chase you down and find you.”

you give a little nod. you're not going to move, you don't want to move as he flips the top of your dress up, smiling at your innocent little panties, topped off with a bow on the hem.

“my present.” rafe says. “my prize.”

he doesn't even bother taking your underwear off, he simply slides it to the side, not even having to say anything to embarrass you about how wet you already are, you know from the look on his face when he realizes that you liked the chase as much as he did.

rafe unzips his pants, pushing them down just enough to pull his already hard cock out.

“gonna claim my prize now.” rafe says, gripping your hips and pulling them up off the sand, slotting your thighs over his legs.

you treats you like a ragdoll, like your don't weigh a thing as he brings your cunt to his cock. he pushes in in one steady motion, not caring that he didn't do anything to open you up.

you whine at the stretch, but it feels good as much as it hurts.

rafe begins to move you, keeping himself still but manipulating your body to move up and down on his cock, stroking himself with your pussy, treating your body like a toy.

“god, such a tight little prize.” rafe groans, his head tipping back in the moonlight, making you whimper at the praise, attempting to move, not to get away but to assist rafe in moving you along his cock, but you're too exhausted from the chase.

“sit still, little prize.” rafe says. “let me use you.”

rafe moves faster, slamming your cunt down onto his cock, and you can't resist the moans that come out of you, not caring about the fact that your back is pressed against the sand.

“gonna cum in you.” rafe warns. it wouldn't be the first time. when you first had sex, rafe gave you one pouty look, his soft eyes begging you to let him take you raw, and you conceded instantly. he's never worn a condom since.

“please.” you whimper, breaking the no speaking rule. you think at first that rafe didn't notice, or let your plea slide, but when rafe pulls you off his cock, you know that he isn't going to let it go.

“hands and knees, slut.” rafe commands. you turn over quickly, your hands digging into the grains of sand as rafe moves your dress out of the way again, slapping a hand down on your ass.

you let out a gasp but smartly stay quiet as your panties are again moved. rafe presses his cock against your folds, moving the head through your wetness but not touching your clit, not when he's trying to punish you.

rafe moves, but passes by your entrance, moving to your other hole.

“maybe i should fuck you here. you are my prize after all. i should be able to do whatever i want with you.”

despite his words, rafe moves back to your pussy, his cock entering you in one smooth motion. you rock back against rafe immediately, replacing him using your body as a toy for you being the one to move, focusing solely on his pleasure, on making him cum, by squeezing your cunt as tightly as you can around him.

“fuck, keep doing that. such a good little slut.” rafe groans, his hands resting on your hips but letting you control the movements.

you slam your hips back as fast and hard as your tired body can manage, only satisfied when you hear rafe moan, and his hips press forward as he cums, releasing deep inside of you.

you continue small movements throughout his orgasm, letting him work through his high but also selfishly wanting to milk all the cum out of him.

rafe suddenly pulls out, snapping your panties into place, keeping his cum lodged inside of you, leaving it to drip out and ruin your underwear.

rafe loops his arms around your waist, pulling you up off the ground. he presses a kiss to your forehead as his hands move across your body, brushing the sand off your skin and dress.

“come on, my little prize.” rafe says, placing an arm around your shoulder and leading you back towards the party, helping you through the woods like he didn't just chase you through them to claim your pussy.

you don't care about the whispers when you get back to the party. the perceived insults of slut and whore. you don't care when later rafe takes you into the back seat of his truck, eating you out before fucking you again, even when he rolls the windows down for all to see.

#i should proofread this bc i wrote it on my phone #should...#but will not.#rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #outer banks smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe fic #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe fanfic #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron one shot

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wanderingandfound · 2 years

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While I am pro clone-fucking, I do not consider it masturbation. At the moment of being cloned I believe you become two (or more) separate people, both with equal claim to the same past and history and identity. But separate people nonetheless.

However, [under a cut for Midst podcast season 2 spoilers]

If one of Saskia Del Norma's bodies fucked the other body that would be masturbation.

#Hello. Sorry not sorry Midst fans.#I am Always thinking about clones and AIs and AUs and how identity can branch and multiply and reflect apparently.#Wolf 359 touches on it but so far SAYER has really come through and delivered that good shit straight into my brain.#This might be a hot take but I just finished relistening to the first season of Welcome to Night Vale and I don't think Vanessa and Dana #are each other's doubles. Even though the fan artists love to paint them as such.#I don't know why Cecil and Kevin are each other's doubles but I think they're unique.#If I remember right Dana will eventually say that she remembers killing her double but she is not sure which was the original.#And Vanessa and Dana are such different names. Plus like most people's doubles didn't have vortexes.#I wonder if Old Woman Josie had a double appear that she needed to kill or if instead a portal opened to wherever Grandma Josephine was in #Desert Bluffs.#personal #liveblogging stories

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Jade! I was re reading your zombie au steve fics and I just love our bestie eddie and jealous steve in tbem so much:’) I would love to see more of their relationship love you!!!

love u ♡ steve zombie au. fem!reader

“Would you mind fucking off?” Steve asks.

Eddie tsks under his breath, “You know, this whole jealousy thing you have over me is kind of sexist.”

Steve could melt metal with the way he's feeling. “It's not sexism, I'm not jealous, and if I were, it wouldn't be over you, it would be of you.”

Eddie grins. “That's all you had to say, baby.”

You laugh but quickly stop, eyes darting to Steve's as you push Eddie away from you. It honestly makes it worse, not because you aren't allowed to sit with your (Steve shudders) friend, and not because it doesn't feel good to see you so quick to remove Eddie from your side, but because by doing so, you've proven to Steve that you are, in fact, aware of his jealousy.

“I'm not jealous!” Steve lies.

“And I'm not interested,” you say quickly. “Sorry.”

Eddie shrugs and sits right back next to you in the grass. He kind of has to, considering the knot he's trying to teach you to tie needs demonstration, but still. Steve hopes he ties the knot around one of his fingers and needs an emergency amputation.

“Jealousy is a horrible thing,” Eddie says, almost like he can hear Steve's thoughts. “Have you considered finding a friend for Y/N to be jealous of?”

“I already did that for a bit,” you say, squinting at the shoelace in your hand unhappily, “but then she made me cry and Steve bought me cherries and I didn't worry about it again.” Ah, Vanessa. Old camp, old friend, you told Steve she was making fun of you and he never looked her in the eye again.

He'd quite like it if you followed his lead, but Vanessa was a bully, and Eddie, to Steve's dismay, is a good friend.

“So what I'm hearing,” Eddie says, his grin audible, “is I get to make Steve cry.”

“Are you gonna–?” Steve asks you.

You sigh and shove Eddie away again. He actually pretends to fall onto his side in the grass. “This is really impeding my progress in becoming a knot tying expert, Stevie. Are you sure we can't kiss and have you get over it?”

Steve is jealous, but lots of the outward symptoms he shows are either from a want to be immature or just to make you laugh. He trusts you completely and doesn't think for a moment you'd ever, ever cheat. He even knows —deep down— that Eddie's a good guy who'd never do that to him. But it still rubs Steve just the tiniest bit the wrong way when he sees Eddie's pinkie finger brush yours as he corrects you, or your stupid matching coats.

You and Steve used to have matching coats until your sleeve tore on a branch. Steve decides he has a vendetta against trees, and then he takes a few calming breaths.

“How would us kissing help Steve get over it?”

“Not you!” you laugh.

Steve loves the sound so much he pretty much forgets what he's annoyed about. “Sound more disgusted,” he encourages cheerily.

“I'd never kiss him,” you say, tying the string around your two fingers and pulling the aglet through the loop you've made. Your wrinkled nose smooths as you check your knot against Eddie's, and then, in one of your cutest moments to date, you gasp and turn straight to Steve. “I did it!”

“What was I impeding again?” he asks.

You push your foot out with your over complicatedly tied laces and turn onto your thigh. He's a genius (he knows you better than he knows anyone, past or present, knows you better than he knows himself), anticipating your movement with his arm already out to welcome you for a victory hug. “Our laces will never need tying again,” you say.

“Except when you need to change your socks,” Eddie says.

Steve puts his middle finger up behind your back, nosing at your forehead. “You're amazing.”

You really want the hug. Your hands meet behind his back and your lips brush his throat as you press in close, his lovely girl; you don't know how lovely you are, how the exact details of your hug play out in his mind frame by frame. He's made a million mistakes and he still gets to have you.

You hug him and it's like the end of the world didn't happen.

Eddie scratches his scalp. “Harrington, not that I think you'd be into this, but I've been tying that knot for the last year, and nobody ever kissed me for it.”

“He hasn't kissed me,” you say.

“Don't stomp on a downed man,” Eddie says severely. Then, sweeter, “Just a quick one, Stevie.”

“A whole camp of people,” Steve says to you. “Any best friend you want. Hell, I'll share Robin.”

“You do share Robin,” you say, languishing in his hug much longer than he was expecting you to, your arms having curled tighter now around him with no signs of letting go.

Eddie Munson might have a crush on you. He might have a crush on Steve, too, or neither of you. The boy’s too jovial to tell. Steve will sleep better at night if he believes the latter though, so he marks the hug for your achievement with a kiss pressed softly to your forehead and decides for the hundredth time since you came here that he won't be jealous anymore. He has nothing to be scared of and he knows that, so why give Eddie a hard time.

Eddie smirks and closes his eyes. “M'waiting.”

Steve puts his arm over your shoulder. “And you'll wait more.” He turns to you, murmurs, “How about we go and find you something sweet?”

Eddie's lips part in disgust. “What kind of dirty talk is that?”

You stand and kick Eddie without force in the thigh. “Thank you for teaching me, Eddie. Same time tomorrow?”

Eddie drops his theatrics. “Sure. Let's do the next one Risky Business style.”

You pull Steve away by the hand. He thinks you sorta like that he's jealous, being the object of his attention and affection at all, so he says, “If you leave me for him I'm gonna let a bachelor take me out, and not for dinner.”

“A bachelor couldn't get its teeth through all this muscle,” you say, squeezing his arm.

Doesn't make a lick of sense, geeks only have to break the skin to get you, but it doesn't matter. “I love you,” he says happily.

You lean into his side heavily as you walk. “I love you, too. More, for sure.”

“Not a chance.”

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heedmywarnings · 4 months

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The Fraud of an Archon.

Venti deals with the grief of the Impostor's death. Only for it to happen again.

Venti let himself get humiliated.

His secrets flew out of the Impostor's mouth. It was understandable and could barely even hate them for it. Its just that it felt like he was betraying his own people, come on, leaving for a long time, only coming back because the there was an Overseer copycat needing to be executed? Then he just had to have a chest filled with controversies about "stealing" his friend's face to which the Impostor just conveniently had a key to unlock with! ...Then leaving his nation a second time to avoid the confrontations! Really, Venti was just distressed that a second execution was happening.

Wait no,

When did that happen?

Venti was never humiliated, his secrets never flew out of anyone's mouth.

Why is he remembering a false memory? Why does the less favorable memory of wind doubts his own?

...Ah, him and that Impostor are so alike, slowly descending into madness.

The bard sat up on a sturdy branch of Vanessa's tree since it felt like the ground would just swallow him whole. Oh how nice life would be if things just remained with him and his friend. No execution, no war, no fraud. Or maybe he just wants to escape the very tragic situation he finds himself in.

Venti wonders, do the rest of the Archons feel this way? Or is it truly just him feeling guilt for an Impostor, and feigning concern for the Overseer?

...The bard can't help but think of the Overseer as a tyrant. He knows he shouldn't, because what good or harm have they done? They're just like Venti, honestly, they were some divine being who let their subjects choose and roam freely.

But, the way the Overseer's children reacts is.. a cause for a concern. Yet he can't find it in himself to separate himself from them. Even in a moment of despair, he'll seek the guidance of the Overseer.

What does freedom really mean, if demanded of you by a God? ...Venti isn't sure, as he realized that his freedom was stripped away the moment he used his power as an Archon to commit an unforgiveable transgression.

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#genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau angst #genshin #venti the bard #genshin venti #venti genshin impact #venti #genshin impact venti

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