#will i end up killing myself or be a coward? who fucking knows

[anaalnathrakhs]

why is this fuckass brain incapable of sustaining five consecutive seconds of happiness

#i found funny looking animal lightbulbs in a store! it made me giddy! that didn't even last the time it took me to get to the checkout! #i still bought them bc idk. buying makes me feel awful but so does fomo. #but if i hadnt been with my mom. i don't know i think i would've put them back #whats the fucking point of buying things i never use them anyway #it just reminds me im a fucking weirdo who never does anything with its life #im scared #im gonna be honest the plan was to kill myself once my sucky extended family left #but i dont think i can #im too scared to do anything but curl up in a ball and stare at my computer #and anyway haha a friend's birthday is next week! can't miss that oops! im just sooo generous staying alive for other people #and totally not bc i am a pathetic coward #i want this to end #broadcasting my misery #vent

[trendywaifus]

WEEK THREE

↳ double trouble

two masters competing and arguing at each other as they fuck you.

transfem! jingliu & skirk x fem! reader

cw: overstimulation, pwp, double penetration, unprotected sex, mind dumbfication, slight blowjob, slight handjob, creampie, size kink

“ who are you to make an assumption about the way i carry myself, blade fodder? “ jingliu growls through gritted teeth, firmly gripping your hair while your lips are wrapped around her cock, sucking her off. skirk rolls her eyes, calmly crossing her arms as your free hand strokes her. “ blade fodder? how laughable. and why so quick to anger? it was merely just an assumption. but, purposely handicapping yourself while waving your sword around seems rather foolish, don’t you think? “ she speaks with a mocking tone, “ hiding behind a mere veil is weak. regardless of whatever trauma you’ve faced in the past, trying to actively avoid it by walking forward blindly is for cowards. “

jingliu spits, “ i should kill you where you stand for that, you—“

“ and hurt the girl in the process? you wouldn’t to do that, no? besides, we agreed on a bet. we’ll fuck her and have her decide who’s better at giving her pleasure. whoever she feel satisfied her the best, is simply better. “ skirk reasons, casting the taller woman a small smirk. jingliu huffs in annoyance, trying her best to not react as your warm tongue brushes against a vein.

jingliu lightly pulls you away and lets go of your hair. “ on your feet, dear. “ she orders softly, in contrast to the aggression she expressed towards skirk a few moments ago. she takes off her blindfold and places it over your eyes, firmly tying the loose ends into a knot. “ wait, why am i—“

“ for the sake of the bet. that’s all you need to know.”(just to avoid bias!)

after a few sounds of shuffling, one of the women lifts you up into her arms with ease, you yelp, hurriedly encircling your legs around her waist. she lines herself with your weeping entrance and slowly sinks you down on her length. you emit a broken moan as she stuffs you full. she grunts as your pussy clenches around her. hands shifts down to the fat of your ass, what felt like claws, slightly digs into your skin.

she holds you steady and snaps her hips forward, spearing you open with her fat cock. “ bounce. “ she whispers lowly in your ear, and you do as you’re told. as she fucks into you with slow, powerful thrusts, you grip her shoulders, trying your best to be in sync with her. due to her sturdy hips, you failed pathetically. the woman sighs in disappointment but says nothing. she speeds up a bit and repeatedly grazing the spongy patches of your walls. “ just like that please. .” you moaned, filthy sounds of squelching fills the air as your slick runs down her shaft and dribbles down onto the floor in thick globs.

her rhythm was so steady and powerful, it was addictive. it made your pussy ache for more no matter how much she stretches you out over and over again. “ more, more. . “ you whined, drool tickling down your chin, already cock–dumb. her breath hitches when she feels your cunt clamp around her again. just for a second, her pace falters before she swiftly recovers and keeps going at her previous pace.

“ what are you doing, you impatient fool? i’m not done with her yet, wait your turn. “ the woman grumbles as another body presses up against your back. “ don’t you hear her begging for more, you bottom dweller? “ the breathy voice, who you now know is jingliu, barks. skirk, who’s currently fucking you, scoffs, grinding her cock into your cunt. “ hmm, i wonder why she’s begging for more, you poor, miserable mortal. you should of kept that blindfold on. “

“ i’m just itching to strike you down with my blade once all of this is over. “ jingliu says harshly, pushing her long length inside your occupied pussy, stretching you out even more than you’d imagine. you mewled loudly, on the verge of squirting everywhere. “ isn’t this a pleasant surprise? she can take two at once. “ skirk mumbles with amusement, fucking you in her own pace while jingliu’s is aimed and fast. “ and yet, she can take mine better. “ jingliu remarks, snarky.

“ simply perish, mortal. “

“ ah, if only it was that easy, you abomination.”

“ extremely ironic coming from you. “

god, you were so out of it. you have two women at each other’s throats while they fucked you dumb. you could tell skirk was getting increasingly frustrated as her thrusts became fast and unforgiving. cacophony of moans spills from your lips, the overwhelming tension in your belly proved unbearable when jingliu matches with skirk’s speed and intensity. your eyes rolls to your back of your head as you violently squirted all over their cocks and made a mess on the floor.

“ how messy. “ skirks comments, not showing signs of slowing down as she’s too busy competing with the opposing swordmaster. “ just like your sorry excuse of an apprentice. “ the sword master hisses, chest panting heavily from your pussy greedily swallowing her cock. “ is your apprentice just as arrogant and weak like you are? did you teach that boy your techniques with a blindfold over your eyes too?” skirk questions sharply, glaring up at the taller woman in front of her.

due to overstimulation, their voices became a blur. after a few minutes of back and forth, jingliu was the first to finish inside you. she continues to fuck your gushing hole despite thick loads of cum flowing out of you. not long after, skirk releases as well and refused to pull out until she was sure completely she was milked dry.

“ now, tell us who was better. choose wisely. “ jingliu whispers in your ear, sounding almost impatient. after a moment without a response, skirk and jingliu was quick to notice how boneless your body felt against theirs. skirk sighs, realizing you passed out. “ it seems like we were too busy arguing, we forgot about this one. “

well, once you wake up, you’ll give them an answer and this time, they’ll focus more on you.

#jingliu x reader #jingliu smut #genshin skirk x reader #skirk smut #honkai star rail women x reader #genshin impact women x reader #hsr smut #genshin smut

[daddynattt]

“I’m not cut out for this.”

Nat x Reader

Better off without you

Summary: When you confront Natasha for being distant, she says some things that she can never take back, causing the two of you to go your separate ways.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader / Future Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: angst, Natasha is an ass, hurtful words, insecurities, one brief mention of cheating, fluff with happy ending

Word Count: 1.1k words

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“Nat? Can I talk to you for a second?” you couldn’t hide the nervousness in your tone, your question instantly alerting Natasha. For the past couple of weeks, Natasha has been distant and quiet, and it has gotten to the point where you can’t take it anymore. You’ve asked yourself questions like “Does she not love me anymore?” or “Is there someone else and she’s cheating on me?” These questions have been running through your mind all day every day for the last couple of weeks and it has been driving you up the wall. You don’t believe either of them for a second, but you know it will only get worse if it doesn’t get resolved.

“Of course, is everything okay?” you laughed to yourself, the confusion on her face causing you to shake your head in disbelief. How clueless can she be? “Is everything okay? Is- of course everything is not okay! You have been cold, and distant, and you’re never around anymore! I stay up late every night, alone in our bed, wondering what I am doing wrong or if you don't love me anymore or if you are cheating on me, so no! Everything is not okay!” Natasha frowns as she properly looks at you. You have bags under your eyes, you look slimmer and overall, you just don't look happy or healthy.

“Look Y/n I-” you cut her off, the anger from the last few weeks that’s been bottled up inside you, coming out full force. “No! Do you know how worthless I feel? How many times have I asked myself what I did wrong, or what I am doing wrong? And you just don’t care! You’re never here! You-” “I don’t love you anymore!” your rant is cut short at her outburst, your heart dropping at her words. “W-what?” Natasha sighs, and runs her hands through her hair as she looks at you. “I don’t love you anymore okay? I thought… I thought I could give you what you wanted and what you were asking for but I can’t. I’m not cut out for this” you wish she didn't get the satisfaction of seeing you cry, but you can’t help it and here you are, looking like an idiot, crying in front of the woman you love who you thought loved you back, but turns out it was all a lie.

“You knew all this time that you didn’t love me anymore and you couldn’t say anything? Yet here I am looking like a fucking fool in front of our friends, crying myself to sleep every night wondering what I did wrong, and you couldn’t say anything? You’re such a coward Natasha!” Natasha scoffs, raising her hands in the air as she paces around. “I can’t say anything to you! You’re so sensitive and emotional all the time and I didn’t know how to tell you! I don’t love you anymore because you bring me down! You’re weak and… I am not cut out to be with someone like you” her words cut you deeper than a knife, your heart breaking at the reality of it all. She thinks you’re weak. She thinks you’re just a useless civilian dating an Avenger. All you’ve ever done was be there for her through every battle, you were patient and understanding, showed her the love she deserved, but to her it wasn’t enough.

“Y/n I-” you put your hand up to cut her off, a sad smile on your face as you look at her. “Don’t. It all makes sense now. But you know what Natasha? I am not weak. I am better than you will ever be. You’re an asshole and you will never find someone like me. Don’t ever speak to me again” you grab your keys and make your way out of your shared apartment, getting into your car and driving to the Avengers compound.

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“She said what? oh I am gonna kill her when I see her!” you grab onto Wanda’s arm to stop her movements, looking up at her with sad eyes. “Don’t Wanda, It’s not worth it. She said exactly how she felt and all I can do is move on” Wanda wraps her arms around you, holding you close to her body as she hugs you and lets you cry into her chest. “Shh it’s okay sweetheart, I won’t let her or anyone hurt you again okay? Let it out I’m right here” You let all your emotions out as you cry into Wanda’s chest, feeling a sense of comfort being in her arms as she says sweet nothings into your ear and runs her hand up and down your back as she slowly calms you down.

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“Hey! Oh you little shit!” You giggle as you run around the kitchen island, going the opposite direction from her each time she moves, the flour in your hand gone as you threw it onto Wanda as the two of you make cookies together in the compound's kitchen. Months have passed since that day you and Natasha broke up, and you and Wanda have grown closer each and every day since. She helped you move on from Natasha, but now you have a new problem on your hands as you caught feelings for her. You will never tell her though, the words Natasha told you that night lingering in your mind each time you think of Wanda in that way, as you believe that Wanda wouldn’t like a regular civilian like you either. So lost in your head, and oblivious to the grin on Wanda’s face as your thoughts were so loud she couldn’t help but hear them, happy to know you feel the same way and that you are more than just a regular civilian, and she is going to do everything she can to show you how special you are and how you deserve to be treated.

She grabs onto you as she catches you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into her, rubbing her flour covered face and hair all over you, laughing as you squeal and try to get away. Her grip on you is strong, and you admit defeat, a light blush on your cheeks at your close proximity, you look up at her and smile, the two of you looking into each other's eyes as you both slowly lean in, her lips meeting yours in a soft kiss.

As you and Wanda share a soft, passionate kiss, you fail to see Natasha walking away as she sees the scene unfold in front of her. She can’t help the tears that fall, realizing that she has truly lost you for good, and she will forever live with the regret of all the things she told you that she didn't mean, and that you will never be hers again. Because at the end of the day you were right, she will never find someone like you again.

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff

[gaysindistress]

Связи (n.) connections - two

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pairings: mob!bucky x reader

Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.”

Warnings: Cursing, guns

Word count: 2.6k

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“Don’t even think about it,” the hand squeezes my arm as I try to look up to confirm what I know to be true.  “Walk.”

“Let go of me,” I mumble and try to pull my arm away but it’s useless. He has an iron grip and I know there will be bruises by the morning from how hard he is grabbing me. 

Good. it’ll give me a reason to slit his throat. I find myself thinking and a horror fills me at my own thoughts. Not even five minutes in my father’s presence and I’m already slipping back into that way of thinking. 

“You think you’ll survive if I did that?” my captor grumbles, jerking me along towards the edge of the room. “Look around, Oksana. How many of your father’s men do you see? Hm? How about my men?” 

On cue, the crowd erupts in a frenzy of cheers and chants when we reach the edge of the room and he pulls me fully into the shadows. I let out a groan of pain as my back hits a wall and the heavy sound of hands slamming next to my head catches me off guard. A looming figure cages me against the cold stone and blocks my view from the party…the fucking party that’s started in honor of my sister’s death. 

“Tell me what you see,” the figure demands and my eyes are straining to make out any features. 

“All I see is a fucking dick head who grabbed me and threw me against a wall.”

A chuckle. 

A familiar chuckle. 

James Barnes is the figure that all but dragged me to this hallway and slammed me against the wall. The Pakhan of the Barnes Bratva is the one who’s leaning over me and demanding things from me like I’m one of his side pieces. Bucky, the man my sister loved more than her own family and probably died protecting, found me in a matter of minutes and fear floods my veins as the realization hits me. 

He takes notice of my sudden silence and smirks, “What do you see now?”

“A. Dick. Head.”

His smirk never fades but grows and he yanks me away and down the hall with both of my hands in one of his massive ones. During our little “detour” the party has turned into something from the movies and my father’s men have come to line the hallway walls instead of the main room. Protecting their sweet Pakhan as if he isn’t a Soviet breed killing machine. 

They bow their heads and avert their eyes when we walk past and I wish just one of them would look at me instead of acting like a coward. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that they know who I am from the way they do everything to avoid making eye contact. They most certainly know who Bucky is and it ignites my infernal hatred for him and my father again. 

At the end of the hall is a set of black metal doors; a contrast against the red decor and white marble of the house but a menacing sight no less. An older man I don’t recognize nods to Bucky before he opens the doors and steps aside to let us in. I throw a pitiful look in his direction but he’s closing the doors and disappearing into the hall. Another set of doors halts us but this time it’s opened when Bucky types in a code into a small keypad off to the side. 

And what awaits us is my worst nightmare. 

My father is sitting in a disgustingly large and overwhelming red chair at the back of the room with my mother and remaining sister sitting on the matching couch. Yelena is staring up at the ceiling with her arms crossed while Melina is reading a book as if this isn’t the world's worst family reunion. 

“Ах, моя милая Оксана! Я так рада, что ты смогла приехать. Мы скучали по тебе,” Alexei says with his fake smile that never reaches his eyes. 

Ah my sweet Oksana! I’m so glad you could make it. We’ve missed you.

I say nothing. I can’t. It’s sludge in my stomach and molten lava in my tongue. 

“Приходите. Садись. Давай догоним.”

Come. Sit. Let us catch up. 

Bucky hauls me towards them when I don’t move on my own and I stumble, falling into him. He catches me with a grunt and stumbles backwards himself before shoving me to the couch. Yelena makes no attempt to acknowledge me and Melina raises an eyebrow at the bounce of the couch but nothing else. 

Typical. 

“My darling Oksana,” Alexei starts and my voice finds itself again. 

“That’s not my name,” I blurt out and now all eyes are on me. “Not anymore. I go by Y/N now.”

“Y/N,” he says as he draws out the letters. “The name your mother called you. I remember how you got it, don’t you, Melina?”

She sighs and nods. 

“Alexei,” Bucky says harshly from where he’s been leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. 

“I know, I know,” my father grumbles and pins me with a sudden serious stare. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“I imagine it’s because Nat…” I stop. I can’t say it. 

“Yes, sweet Natasha is dead but not to worry, Y/N. Your life isn’t in danger or at least it won’t be soon.”

I narrow my eyes at him, confused and his next words so nothing to clear it up. 

“Antonia has decided that she needs to enact revenge and has been making our lives difficult as of late. She’s already made an attempt on Yelena and well as you can probably guess, made a successful one on Natasha’s. I fear that the unseen protection I once offered you isn’t enough anymore and we both know that your agent Danvers will do nothing if it means she can get close to Antonia or me for that matter.”

“Antonia as in Dreykov’s daughter?” 

“Who the fuck else would it be?” Bucky snaps and we exchange a nasty glare. 

Alexei huffs but continues, “But being the amazing father and businessman that I am, I was able to broker a peace treaty so to speak.”

Bucky shifts uncomfortably and I study the way he’s drumming his fingers on his arm although he’s trying to hide it. 

“What kind of treaty?” I ask while still watching Bucky. 

“A beneficial one.”

I roll my eyes and give my father a blank stare, “for you. It’s always only beneficial for you.”

“Would you rather me let you die?”

“You haven’t had an issue doing just that for the last ten years.”

His eyes harden and he leans forward as he speaks to me, “I didn’t know where you went. I only found you three years ago.”

I lean forward too, “I wish you hadn’t.”

Melina finally speaks up and says my name in a way only a mother could. 

We both return to semi comfortable positions and stare at each other. 

“You’re marrying Bucky,” Yelena casually states. Her eyes have closed but she’s still leaning her back back against the couch with her blonde waves hanging over the back. 

“What?” Is all I can think to say. I look to my father and then to Bucky for anything. Denial, confirmation, laughter, fucking anything at all but I’m met with blank stares and the severe anxiety building in my stomach. 

“We need the numbers and resources. Antonia isn’t…”

The words sound fuzzy and I know I’m missing important information. 

“…Natasha was the first choice and I think we all can agree that Yelena is not an option so that leaves you, my youngest daughter and out last hope.”

“No.”

The word slipped so easily from my lips I didn’t even realize it was me who said it. 

Bucky makes a noise that I assume is meant to be a chuckle but being the devil reincarnated means he never does such a thing and it’s a strangled sound instead. 

“Y/N,” Alexei warns, “Antonia has made threats against our lives already. I’ve done what I can to protect you and let you live your life. I cannot do that anymore so i have no other choice but to do this. You have no other choice but to do this and if you can’t find it in your heart to do it for us then think of Natasha. Her death will not be in vain.”

“I think you missed explaining the part where a marriage will keep me any safer than leaving me the fuck alone.”

“He can offer you more protection than I can.”

“Stop this,” I tell Bucky and he only glares at me. “Stop this. We can find another way.”

“Уже сделано.”

It’s already done.

“Так ты говоришь, что ты бессилен,” I sneer back and smile when Bucky flinches ever so slightly. 

So you're saying that you're powerless.

The older man who had opened the door for us comes in with a large white envelope and hands it to Bucky. The Barnes Pakhan takes it with a roll of his eyes and takes out a packet of papers. Melina has finally stopped reading and Yelena is still pretending to sleep as my fate is being sealed. A pen scratches on paper and then the packet is dangling in front of my face with Bucky’s name messily scrolled next to a blank spot where I can only assume mine is meant to go. 

“I’m not signing that,” I tell Bucky and he only stares blankly at me. 

“Y/N,” Melina tries but I cut her off with a triate about how this is illegal and stupid and seflish and no one can make me do this. During my efforts to get someone to change their mind and call this all off, Bucky signs my name for me before tossing the packet to Alexei. 

“Did you just forge my signature?”

“No,” he deadpans and watches my parents sign the witness section of the marriage license. 

“Yes you did! I saw you!”

“But did you?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that? I literally just watched you sign my name on a legal document. That makes it void,” I snap at him and I swear I see the anger start to roll in. 

Bucky takes a deep breath, “And who here is going to back you up? Alexei? Melina? Yelena?”

When I don’t answer, he mutters something in Russian under his breath and tells my father that we will be leaving immediately. A man I hadn’t seen before comes up behind me and pulls me off of the couch by my arm causing me to swing at him. My fist lands with a satisfying crack on his cheek and he tumbles backwards, cradling his face as blood leaks from between his fingers. He curses under his breath and I spin around at the familiar voice. 

It was the voice of one of the man who kidnapped me that night. 

That’s when it hits me; Bucky and this man had been the ones to kidnap Yelena and me. 

“YOU,” I hiss and grab him by the face with one hand while the other pulls the small gun tucked into his waist. Pressing it against his temple, we stare at each other and after a few agonizing moments pass, the man looks down with defeat. 

“You were there,” I whisper to him, “Why?”

He looks over my shoulder at Bucky and that’s when I remember Bucky was there too. Still gripping the first man, I turn the gun to his boss and the entire room takes in a sharp breath. 

“Why?” I ask him knowing that’ll I never get an answer. His expression is a frozen image of boredom and based on what little information I have gotten in the last few minutes, it’s not likely that he’ll decide that this question deserves a response. 

“Let him go and give him his gun back,” is all Bucky says before snatching up the packet and stalking towards the door. My hand slips and the man quickly grabs his gun before dragging me along with him. 

Alexei moves to stand and Melina stops him by holding out her hand. She mutters something to him in Russian and he rolls his shoulders in response, no doubt having been told to act like a Pakhan and not a loving father. Yelena has lifted her head and is staring daggers at me but she still doesn’t say anything to me. The little girl in me begs to call out for my older sister and craves the comfort that her hug once brought me but all hope of that relationship is dashed with the murderous look she’s giving me. 

Once again my family has left me for dead without a good reason. 

Sam, as I heard Bucky call him, dabs a black handkerchief on his cheek as he inspects the small cut in the car’s tiny visor mirror. He keeps muttering under his breath and occasionally Bucky throws in a sarcastic comment to which Sam threatens to hurt in him some way. 

“Please tell me why you couldn’t have just walked up to her and played nice,” Sam says after he’s finished fussing over the truly minimal cut on his cheekbone.

Bucky looks at me in the rearview mirror, “Does she look like someone who plays nice?”

“I’m literally right here.”

Sam glances over his shoulder, “Oh I’m well aware that you’re right there. I can feel you plotting my demise.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be thinking of the most creative way to kill you if you didn’t kidnap.”

“I didn’t kidnap you. That was Bucky.”

The man in question gives his partner the most offended look possible, “Wow. Remind me to never trust you with anything ever again.”

“Don’t act you wouldn’t give me up just as quickly,” Sam mumbles as he settles into his seat. 

“I wouldn’t and that’s why I’m Pakhan.”

“Oh you want to play that way? Okay, okay,” he perks up and leans over towards Bucky. “We had a plan walking into that fake ass funeral and it didn’t involve either of us getting punched or you getting married. Want to explain how your plan to get in and get out epically failed, Pakhan?”

Bucky’s jaw clentches and his hands grip the steering wheel tighter, “Look, let me walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

“If it involves telling me how you managed to royally fuck this entire thing then yes but otherwise, no.”

“I didn't...do anything. That’s on Alexei. I almost had him…”

Sam lets out a loud and dramatic sigh, “You did not almost have him. He was never going to agree to your terms and you know it.”

“Someone want to fill me in?” I pipe up and both men say no loudly at the same time. I raise my eyebrows in surprise and again they both sigh before Bucky starts talking. 

“Alexei is an idiot.” 

“You’re not wrong,” I mumble and I swear I see him smirk. 

“He got lazy with cleaning up the mess Dreykov made and now he’s too weak and stupid to handle the consequences. He’s more concerned about his reputation than he is actually running his bratva and he somehow managed to rope me into his bullshit.”

“What does that say about you?”

“You’re the daughter who escaped, how do you think it looks that you’re also part of this?”

I don’t answer. I’m well aware of how stupid and naive this whole situation makes me look. I did escape whether or not thanks to Bucky kidnapping me all of those years ago, but I escaped and yet I still wound up being entangled in my father’s mess. I was free but now I’m both legally and morally bound to Bucky. 

The rest of the car ride is silent. Only when we pull up in front of Carol’s apartment building do I say something. 

“What the fuck is going on?”

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[euph0synee]

honestly, it's so funny to me when someone tells me "don't use such hateful language Krishna wouldn't like it and u will be no better than these people"

like girl i never said i was a good person myself lol and i don't care if it makes me same as them but if i see a mf making r4pe jokes, defending violence against women and men, s3xually assaulting someone and talking smack about my lover Krishna, i will tell them to k/ll themselves, i will break their jaws and stab them if i need to and i will use the nastiest of the nasty disturbing as fuck nightmare fuel language to scare them away if i have to.

Would Krishna like it? probably not. Will that make me stop? no. I am sorry but i am ready to take a tour of hell for this if i need to. Heck, I'll even ask Krishna to take me there idc. I be like "arre aap hi le chlo yarr", but i will not stop because what the fuck u mean Krishna will accept me if i let someone get assaulted right in front of my eyes? no tf he wouldn't. He'd be disappointed damn. He'd rather gladly accept a murderer who killed a r4pist than a coward who wanted to follow fake kindness and dharma and sat there watching someone get assaulted.

Yeah i do feel bad after I'm done being a hater and a bad person. When i go to sleep i feel bad for all the bad words i said the whole day and the worst wishes i threw at those mfs cause i know at the end even i will get results of this Karma of mine but then i just go back to sleep and forget about it all the next day lol. I could care less about being a kind hearted soft spike sweet sugary pop person. it is out of syllabus for me especially in this economy. everywhere i see nowadays all i see is monsters and only monsters who think dark jokes are jokes about r4ping women and children, beating women and children, murdering women and children. all i see is monsters who believe it is very sigma alpha beta gama of them to call women bitches and degrade them every possible way. all i see is monsters who believe it's okay to throw hands at men since that's justifiable and monsters who make fun of men who got assaulted because god forbid a man did not enjoy someone putting their hands on his body without his consent.

I mean if we're all becoming monsters then at least I'll be a monster with some morals lol.

But anyways i wrote this whole post just to tell u my fellow haters that don't feel bad for being a hater because those people deserve the hatred. someone tells u to stop saying stuff like "ur God wouldn't like u talking like that" tell them to shut up and mind their OWN business cause MY GOD is MY BUSINESS and him liking or disliking my attitude is also MY BUSINESS. As long as I'm not hating people for literally no reason he don't care.

#krishna #hindu mythology #hindudeity #lord krishna #krishna incorrect quotes

[kasagia]

Our little game pt. 5

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Klaus is making a major, huge mistake of his life, for which you are paying the price. Will you be able to forgive him? Or maybe it's too late for everything. Warning(s): angst, talk about death, Klaus fights and suffers because of Mikael, family drama, blood, violence, curses, I used some famous lines from TVD and TO Word count: 6,9k

Third person's POV | 2 hours earlier

The original hybrid left the party in a hurry, loosening his tie as he practically ran towards the parking lot. His younger brother was right behind him, barely catching up with him.

"Nik! Wait a minute!" Kol screamed, grabbing his brother's elbow and stopping him halfway. He completely ignored his hostile, stern look and continued. "We need to think it over."

"All we need to do is get rid of him from our lives once and for all!"

"We can't do it alone. We need Freya…"

"Freya will never stand against him! We're on our own unless you're a coward." the man cut him off, yanking his arm out of his grip.

"Well, let's at least take Elijah…"

"I'm not going to ruin our brother's wedding day! I already killed him once; I can do it again. We have to hurry before he calls for backup. Will you help me, or should I rely on myself?" Kol sighed as he studied his brother's determined face. If they had attacked out of the blue, they might have been able to defeat him together while he was still weakened.

"All right. But we're keeping Davina out of it."

"As well as Y/N." they nodded to each other and walked hand in hand towards the parking lot.

Klaus had to do it quietly. His little witch needed a break, and a fight with the Mikaelsons' psychopathic father wouldn't help her at all (or convince the woman to stay in New Orleans much longer than she planned). Elijah deserved a respite from his problems, and so did Rebekah. Nor could he rely on Freya's strength and power forever. After all, she wasn't immortal like them; she had her limits like any witch. Kol and he had to deal with it on their own. For everyone's sake.

"Do you even know how he managed to get back to the surface of the earth? I thought you killed him for good last time."

"Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you are."

"You think it's the mother's work? She has regained her powers and is resurrecting all our enemies from the other side?"

"You tell me. You spent a few months there before we finally begged your witch to help us bring you back. What were our parents' moods?"

"You know, I tried not to get too close to them. But I met your father; he's actually a nice guy."

"What did you say?" he asked in shock, staring at his brother in pure surprise.

"Yeah, I was surprised too when he saved me from Mikael and introduced himself as your dad. We had a bit of a fight at first, but he turned out to be a good guy."

"You met… my father."

"Maybe it's not a good time, but I think you should know that. If he somehow magically appears here, and I'm pretty sure he'll do it; he's said many times that he'll get the fuck out of here as soon as he gets a chance, you shouldn't hurt him. Hope deserves at least one normal grandpa. Ansel would be a good fit for this; he was babbling about her all the time, and my head was bursting as he raved about her. You know I love her, but how much can you talk about a baby? Hey? Nik?" he shook his brother's shoulder as he sat silently in the driver's seat, not bothering to start the car.

"How did he know about Hope?"

"He's been keeping an eye on you since… you know. He probably knows everything about you, which is actually as scary as it is cute."

Klaus continued to listen to Kol's story in silence. As he drove the car, he pondered the new message. His father watched over him.

His real father.

The one who supposedly abandoned him and didn't care for him...

Could that be true?

Could he believe it?

Allowing himself to live a boyish fantasy of having a father who truly cares for him? He could believe that Esther would be able to lie to him about his real father's feelings toward him, and it was hardly possible that Kol could be so cruel. So, could Klaus have been so lucky after all?

Could he have had the love of his true father, the beloved daughter who was the light in his dark life, and the love and devotion of a woman he wanted more than anything in this world?

Could Klaus, after so many years of pain, sorrow, and fury, be given such enormous blessings?

He found out a few hours later.

He found out a few hours later, when he and Kol were returning as fast as they could to their family after Mikael nearly killed them two. However, it wasn't just the two of them in the car on their way back...

~•♤♤♤•~

"Father! Come, come wherever you are!"

It was supposed to go fast and smoothly. Klaus was supposed to act as bait (after arguing with Kol for several hours, they played paper, rock, scissors, and he lost… 10 times), and Kol was meant to heroically step in with a white oak stake and try to kill their father.

Piece of cake. Nothing possible could go wrong.

But it did. Very, very quickly.

They underestimated Mikael's ability to win people over. While Klaus was able to single-handedly take down his father's band of minions and come out of the fight uninjured, the fight against Mikael proved to be more of a challenge. Especially since he had a bit of an advantage over them...

"You're alone, boy? Did your siblings finally abandon you?"

"Don't worry about them. I don't need anyone else to help me send you back to hell."

"Very courage from your side to assume you can kill me all alone. Or stupid. I think the second one suits you much better. You didn't change at all, Niklaus. Thousand years, and you're still a quick-tempered, impulsive boy seeking the approval of others. I guess you've never learned from your mistakes. But it's even better for me. It'll be so easy to finally end your miserable life."

"Thousand years of trying, and you were never close enough. What makes you sure this time will be different?"

"This time, I know your weakness." Klaus' heart stopped for a moment in fear. He couldn't talk about Hope. His daughter was safe with Hayley, the pack, surrounded by Freya and Y/N with all sorts of protective spells.

"I don't have any."

"Don't you?" he looked at him carefully with a sinister smirk on his lips. "Then let me remind you. The blonde one, powerful witch you've met not so long ago. Y/N, right? Her blood must taste ambrosial with such magic running through her veins. She would make such a beautiful corpse, don't you think? "Klaus' composure dropped to zero, and his and Kol's plan went to hell. No one will threaten his witch, especially Mikael.

Without thinking, he lunged at the man, trying to punch him in the face. Mikael braced for his outburst, grabbed his fist, and twisted his arm. Klaus shouted, twisting his hand out of his grip, and pushing him to the boxes behind him. Mikael staggered, trying to regain his balance. The hybrid took advantage of this by throwing a metal rod at him and speeding towards him with the intention of snapping his neck. The older man grabbed the object flying towards him, pierced Klaus' side, and pushed, sending him crashing to the floor.

Klaus pulled the metal out of his body, but the wound on his side wouldn't heal. Suddenly he felt as if his whole body was on fire; every nerve in his body shot through with unimaginable pain. He felt as if his mother had put a curse on him, cutting him off from his werewolf side.

Suddenly, a circle of fire formed around him, and none other than the mother of the originals emerged from the shadows, muttering a familiar spell that began the 1,000-year search for the doppelgänger and the moonstone. Panic rose in him, along with the pain he felt.

NO! He couldn't go through it again!

"Who'll fight for you now, boy?!" Mikael shouted, walking slowly over to him and pulling a white oak stake from his coat pocket, patiently waiting for his wife to finish her spell and get rid of her unwanted son from their lives once and for all.

"I will." Kol stepped out of the shadows, pushing his father away from the circle where his older brother was trapped. Mikael laughed, looking at his son with contempt.

"I was wondering which of you would come to rescue this abomination. I never expected you'd be the first one to protect him. Wasn't he the one who locked you in a coffin for centuries? Will you defend him after what he did to you? You know best of all what he's capable of. Don't you want revenge? To see him suffer for all his sins against you? Join us, my son. Let's do justice to him together."

"Forgive me, father. I'm not on the retirement team." Mikael's smirk fell, and an ominous, dark look returned in its place.

"So you will watch your failure."

Mikael threw himself at his son in an instant, overpowering him. He turned his back to him and clamped his hand around his neck, forcing him to watch as his brother writhed on the floor in pain, occasionally getting close enough to the fire to sear him. Kol shuddered.

"In a moment, your mother will finish reciting the spell, and your treacherous brother will become nothing but a vampire again, and then... I will pierce him through before your eyes, son, so that you will remember once and for all how those who oppose me end up. Maybe then you'll join us."

"I'd rather die." Kol growled, trying to wriggle out of his father's grip.

"So you will."

And then, when everything seemed over for the two siblings and all hope of survival was lost, the appearance of one person changed the fate of the originals.

Suddenly, a wooden bolt shot out of the darkness of the building and pierced Esther's stomach, causing her to break her spell. The woman fell to the floor, screaming. Another wooden stake flew towards Mikael, who was forced to let go of Kol and catch the flying piece of wood before it hit him.

Klaus stopped shaking in pain, taking quick, heavy breaths. He used his remaining strength to look at his savior.

It couldn't be true…

"Get away from my son!"

Ansel jumped off the container, falling right in front of Klaus and shielding him with his own body. He held his crossbow high, aiming it at an angry Mikael. Kol stood beside him, handing him a white oak stake, which Mikael dropped and took out their weapons himself.

"I've already killed you once!"

"And I can already tell you that this time the ending will be different. Now, get out of here, or I will skin you for what you have done to MY SON."

"What can you do to me?! I'm a vampire, the original! Some weak werewolf can't kill me!"

"Be careful. That weak werewolf has many friends, and some of them..." Mikael and Esther cried out in pain as they fell to their knees on the floor. "Are very powerful witches. Touch my son again, and I'll kill you right away, without a blink. But for all of this, you've already done to him..." more bolts fired from his crossbow, wounding the parents of the originals. Most of them were aimed at the seething with anger Mikael.

"Kol. Take your brother out. I'll join you in a second."

"Are you sure, old man?"

"Yes. Just give me a few seconds." Kol nodded uncertainly to him, not wanting to leave Ansel alone with his parents at all. But the younger original carefully took his exhausted brother into his arms and carried him outside at vampire speed.

The werewolf took a few steps towards the kneeling two, firing the few bolts he had left at the man. Esther screamed shrilly beside them as the witches continued to torture her with their magic.

"I'll make sure you suffer in ways even your cruel, psychopathic mind can't imagine and believe me... a thousand years on the other side teaches great creativity and patience, Mikael." Ansel drove one of the stakes through Esther's heart and watched with satisfaction as the woman who had kept his only son away from him fell to the floor dead. "He'll suffer one more time because of you, and I'll make sure you don't get any peace even on the other side. I hope you understand."

"This whore of his will die before he gets to her! You won't protect him from that."

"We'll see. Again, please!" Mikael howled louder in pain as the witches strengthened their attack. Ansel smiled slightly.

Ansel left the warehouse, leaving the vampire writhing in pain behind him. He had more important things on his mind than torturing him. His son needed him, and he wasn't going to spend a single minute doing anything other than helping him.

After all, family was the most important thing. For always and forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Kol drove the car, watching the two men in the back seat in the mirror. Ansel told him to get back to their siblings as soon as possible, especially Y/N.

The original had already learned on the other side that it was better to follow his orders. Ansel usually knew what he was doing, and after saving Kol countless times, he had the younger vampire's full trust.

Klaus could be a little more like him.

"What are you laughing at there, jester?" Ansel asked, looking up from his sleeping son and noticing the smirk on Mikaelson's face.

"Don't get offended, but he is nothing like you."

"I know, and I'm proud of him. He's his own person."

"Elijah will be delighted when you tell him that. Another believer in Nik's redemption."

"He is my son. Of course I believe in him and want the best for him." Kol's face morosed as he remembered how, just an hour ago, his father had tried to kill him and nearly ended his brother's life. "Don't make such a face. He is not your father. No father would make his child suffer. He doesn't deserve your attention, thoughts, or anything."

"But he's right about one thing. We are monsters."

"No. You're all lost. You may be a thousand years old, but really you are like children who have not been taught how to be adults. You know no other way to deal with your emotions than to succumb to this bloodlust. The worst of all is that you've allowed yourselves to be told that you are monsters when everything you do is out of your will to survive or strong feelings."

"A living ticking time bomb, eh?"

"If that's what you want to call it." Ansel murmured, shifting his gaze to his only son. Kol glanced at the two men in a car mirror.

Klaus will be damn surprised to see such a caring and tender look in his biological father's eyes. But he deserved it. After everything Miakel and Esther had put him through—what they all went through because of their parents—they deserved a normal, healthy relationship.

Kol would give anything to have someone like a werewolf for a dad.

"He needs you. Don't fuck it up." instead of admitting this childish desire to himself, he decided to warn Klaus' father. 

"I'm not going to waste my chance, Kol. This is rarely: to come back from the other side."

"I'm still going to keep my eye on you. Especially around Hope."

"I would expect nothing less from you."

"Good. Wake up our princess. We're almost there."

~•♤♤♤•~

They expected it to be hard. Some hidden group of vampires and witches ready to attack at any moment, maybe a few deadly traps await them.

They wouldn't have expected the house to go up in flames. Vampires didn't usually die from fire... but humans did.

Klaus got out of the car the moment he saw the burning building. He didn't care that Kol hadn't stopped the car yet or that his newly found father was sitting right next to him.

All the original hybrid had on his mind was getting to Y/N as fast as he could.

He screamed her name and ran like a madman through the collapsing house. She had to be around here somewhere, unless she evacuated. The man did not allow even the slightest thought that his beloved could be trapped in the building, dead from the fire. He had to find her, lock her in a safe place, defeat Mikael, and return to his love, only to finally reveal his feelings to her and keep her with him where she belonged. There was no other way out of this situation.

However, Klaus, despite his best efforts, found someone completely different.

Katherine Pierce-Mikaelson lay unconscious among the collapsing ruins of the hall. Klaus stopped. Dark thoughts flooded his mind. How easy it would be to leave her here once and for all and let some stray plank fall and pierce her stoned heart. He shook his head.

Whether he wanted it or not, she was part of the family now. And he never left them behind. (Also, Y/N wouldn't approve of him leaving her friend to die. Elijah wouldn't be too pleased either.)

He took her in his arms and carried her out of the building. He laid her down on the grass, checking to see if she was injured.

"NIKLAUS! KATERINA!" Klaus raised his head, turning his gaze to his brother, who was running towards them. "Is she okay?! Where is Kol?! KOL?!" the elder brother rushed home after making sure his wife and Klaus were okay.

The hybrid caught up with him and grabbed his jacket, stopping him from entering the building.

"He is fine. Have you seen Y/N?" Elijah fell silent, looking away from his younger brother. Klaus grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes. "WHERE IS Y/N?!" he shouted, shaking him.

"Niklaus..." the hybrid didn't even bother to listen to him.

He let go of the lapels of his jacket and ran towards the collapsing building, but before he could get close to the fire, his brother caught him. Klaus tried to break free from his grip. They both fell to the ground, fighting until the younger original snapped the older's neck.

"NIK!" his sister's scream stopped him from going home again, he ran towards her. Rage and fear shone in his eyes.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" he shouted at the jittery blonde. He had to get to Y/N, and his sister's tearful, devastated face didn't show she was safe. His anxiety and panic only increased as he searched Rebekah's eyes for any answer.

"She... she is in our house." Klaus had never felt such need and blissful relief flood him so quickly. Unfortunately, it left him as fast as it came. "She is in transition."

The original froze. He felt as if the whole world stopped around him for a moment. The one thing Klaus wasn't sure how Y/N would take in their (then very likely) future relationship was her possible transformation into a vampire. Now that it was actually happening, Klaus worried what his beloved's reaction would be.

"What? But... how?"

"Our father's minions attacked the building. Elijah and I managed to escape in time and evacuate Freya. Katherine was supposed to join us with Y/N, ​​but they never showed up. We went back into the building and found her with a metal rod in her chest. We thought she was dead, but Freya did some weird tricks on her, and it turned out she had vampire blood in her system. Your blood, Nik. I'm so sorry."

"They attacked Katerina. They snapped her neck when she tried to help Y/N. We need to find them and Mikael. They will die for what they did." he growled, preparing a very savage plan of attack in his head.

He would destroy those who hurt his love. They will be begging him to send them to hell quickly.

"Klaus! You knew that, right? That our father returned. Is that why you disappeared with Kol? You went to kill him on your own and you lost. You provoked him, so now it's our fault that Y/N is dead."

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MY PLANS WERE!" he shouted furiously. Rebekah had no right to say that when all he was doing was trying to protect Y/N and his family.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM, NIK, IT'S ALWAYS YOUR PLANS AND NEVER OURS! And now Y/N is dead and it's all your fault!"

"SHE'S NOT DEAD! SHE WILL BE WITH US FOREVER AFTER TURNING INTO A VAMPIRE!"

"SHE WILL NEVER FEED!"

Her sudden statement restored complete silence, broken only by the sound of the burning house. Klaus quickly came to the conclusion that the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace, instead of bringing him relief and peace as before, would become the cause of his anxiety, a memory of the fear and horror he felt today. Another trauma for the collection.

"What?"

"She won't be one of us. She will die, Nik, and you will have the blood on your hands of the only person who has ever truly loved you."

"YOU'RE LIAR! SHE WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME!" he shouted, feeling the tears start to gather dangerously in his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Klaus screamed, rushing furiously at his sister, but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Be calm, son. Don't do something you'll regret. We'll go in turn. We'll kill Miakel first and then deal with Y/N, right?"

"And who the bloody hell are you?" Rebekah asked, eyeing the newcomer suspiciously. Especially when her brother hadn't ripped his arm off or maimed him after he touched him.

"Rebekah, this is my father... Rebekah!" Klaus screamed as the blonde vampire walked over to the older man and slapped him across the face.

"It's okay, Niklaus. I think I deserved it." Ansel groaned in pain, clutching his sore cheek.

"What do you want from him?" she growled, shielding her brother from him with her body. The Mikaelsons' experience had taught them to be careful in their dealings with their parents. They didn't have a very good experience. Klaus, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at his sister's protectiveness. If Ansel wanted to hurt him, he would have done so long ago; he certainly wouldn't have saved him from the clutches of death. Which didn't mean he trusted his father. He would have to deserve it and prove his good intentions to the sibling.

"I want to protect him. He's my son."

Klaus' heart beat faster. His son. It had been a long time since anyone had said that about him (he doubted he'd ever heard those words spoken with such pride and feeling). After all, Klaus wasn't made of stone. He could pretend his father's attitude didn't bother him, but he guessed they all knew how it affected the cruel hybrid. But before their big family meeting about Ansel could take place, they had to defeat their parents. And nothing unites and strengthens family bonds like hunting down their enemies.

"I threw the newlyweds in the car! If you've finished this dramatic scene, get your ass to the car before we all burn up from this fire, behind you, idiots!"

Maybe Klaus would have taken his father into the family after all. He would make a great replacement for his annoying little brother...

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I groaned as I slowly began to regain consciousness.

My head was bursting like hell, my throat felt like a desert, and the lights of the New Orelan lanterns that flooded into the room blinded me, causing me additional pain.

I felt like I had a huge, unforgettable hangover.

However, I don't remember much from last night. I guess I got drunk at the wedding faster than I thought and ended up in Klaus' bedroom again. At least he cleaned up after our recent… activities.

I slowly got out of bed. The world seemed to spin in my head. I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. Suddenly, I heard an awfully loud jazz band playing in the streets of New Orleans. I swallowed, wondering who normal plays at night under other people's windows.

Someone entered the house with a bang, slamming the door mercilessly behind them. I hissed, clutching my throbbing head in pain. I've never had such a big hangover in my life.

Klaus came in covered in blood. Instantly, I felt the excitement flooding into my body, and my tongue moved to wet my chapped lips. I felt hotter in the room. My god, I fucked him only 24 hours ago, I couldn't be such a whore to him.

"Y/N." he sighed, standing stunned in the doorway. Well, he probably wasn't expecting me in his bedroom again.

"After all the noise outside, I can tell you didn't get rid of those musicians after all. Who did you fight? And please don't tell me it was Elijah." I asked, trying to control my sudden and unexpected turning on by the hybrid in the blood. Fucking hormones before a period.

"Noise?"

"Do not change the subject. With your super-hearing, there's no way you can't hear it." the man gave me a concerned look as he approached me. "Okay, I'm starting to worry. What happened to you?"

"Y/N..." he whispered, reaching for me, but I took a step away from him and wrinkled my nose.

"There's no way I'm letting you hug me or even touch me when you're covered in blood. Know my good heart, I'll clean you." I made a familiar flick of my wrist, but to my surprise, nothing happened… my magic didn't even move in my veins. I tried again, but nothing happened. I transferred my annoyed, hostile gaze to the original. What right did he have to lock me up in his house and block access to my magic?! "What the hell have you done to my magic?! Why did you keep it from me?! What kind of game are you playing right now?!"

"Y/N, I need you to calm down..."

"DON'T TOUCH ME! What did you do to me?! Why can't I feel my power?!"

"I'm so sorry, love."

"No… you can't just imply that… No." I shook my head in disbelief, unable to accept what he was trying to tell me. He must have been making cruel fun of me. But his painful, worried expression indicated otherwise.

"You're in a transition, Y/N."

"No, no, no. I can't! I didn't even drink a vampire's blood or die!"

"You drank from me last night, and today at the wedding, my father's minions disrupted the party. They started a fire and…"

"NO! You're lying! I can't be a vampire!"

"Y/N, please just listen to me..." he took a step towards me, but I backed away from him in panic, afraid to be so close to the man covered in blood... I could smell the wonderful, intoxicating smell of the red liquid on him.

"DON'T come closer. It is impossible. Are you playing some sick game, or is that some fucking plan of yours? A way to get me stuck here?"

"You think I'd stoop so low that I could do something like that to you? One of the few people I care about more than myself?!"

"You tell me. I don't know you."

"Do you really want to argue the same thing over and over again? When do we both know the truth?"

"I'm in transition, I'm scared, I'm angry, and I feel like my whole body is on fire with pain, and you're still able to bring everything back to our fucked-up relationship? You are an unbelievable narcistic psycho."

"Well, I know a very simple solution to your problems." he walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, leaving a bloodstain on the wood. He turned back to me, tossing me a bag of blood. "Drink."

"Are you crazy?! I'm not going to turn into that bloodthirsty thing that you are!"

"I've never heard such a beautiful compliment, love. Now. Drink. Before I pour it down your throat."

"You can't fucking make me!" I screamed, throwing a bag against the wall, which wasn't a good idea at all as its contents started to run down the wall, creating a small puddle on the floor. My gums involuntarily itched. My stomach rumbled as the delicious smell of fresh blood hit my nostrils.

I closed my eyes, sighing as I tried to control the overwhelming hunger. Klaus took advantage of my moment of weakness, coming over to me and enclosing me in a tight, strong hug. The smell of blood that covered him attacked my senses.

It was funny how his arms were both the only place that could bring me peace and make me fearful of the inner need caused by the vampire blood in my system.

"I can see how you are struggling and how persistently you are trying to overcome it. But why fight it? Why when you can get so much? Have you ever thought about the benefits of being a vampire? Your lovely, pretty face will never age a day, being able to dazzle others with its unimaginable beauty forever. All human diseases and ailments will disappear. You will be able to enjoy eternal life, discovering the mysteries and wonders of this world, even if not with me by your side, then with someone who will worship you until the end of this world. All you have to do is drink some blood and let us take care of you until you learn to control yourself. Is that such a big price to pay for eternal life?" he let me pull away from him a little so I could look into his eyes as he held me tight, desperately trying to convince me to stay alive.

"Who said it would be a happy life? That I'll learn to control myself and not go crazy or become a ripper? That I won't come back covered in the innocent blood of humans every night like you?"

"I must admit I'm a little offended, but I won't blame you for making such vicious accusations against me." he said it in such a tone that I laughed involuntarily, bringing a tender smile to his face. He could always make me laugh, even in the darkest of times. "It's the blood of Mikael and his minions; they definitely weren't innocent, love. Besides, I know you. You will not attack an ordinary man for your own pleasure. And even if you want to, I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid."

I got out of his grip, walking away from him to a safe distance. I might have been in transition, but of the two of us, the man was still the more impetuous. His reaction to my final decision may vary, and I prefer not to risk an untimely death by suffocation.

Besides, Klaus would never forgive himself for that.

"I can't, Nik. I won't feed." his calm facade dropped, and the desperation in his eyes and fear became more evident.

"Y/N just listen to me..."

"It seems like the only fair way out, you know? I helped you plan that stupid wedding; now, at least, you can return the favor by giving me a big, epic funeral."

"Don't even joke like that."

"You know, when Bonnie became sort of an anchor for dead supernaturals to find their way to peace or whatever it is, I couldn't believe at first that the dead actually went somewhere. It seems logical that after you've lived so many years with all these super powers, you just… die. No special effects, no second life, or another reality where there are other dead people. Now, I wish I believed in an afterlife, but I just don't buy this peace story."

"Vampirism is by definition an afterlife."

"I'd rather go into the unknown than live in pain." as if on cue, a sudden, painful spasm seized the left half of my body, causing me to double up... I thought I was beginning to decay from the inside out.

Klaus was near me in no time, holding me up. Fear and despair were painted on his face so clearly that I had to look away from him to chase away the remorse.

"The longer you wait, the more you'll suffer."

"Yeah. I think it's better this way. I mean, look at me. I'm gonna make a super-hot corpse. Perfect for an open casket..."

"Y/N."

"I want a huge party. Everyone has to drink themselves into oblivion and reminisce about all the happy times, funny jokes, or God knows what else. And don't let Kol officiate my funeral, because he'll definitely bring up that stupid story about drunk me flirting with you in a wedding dress or that you were my last fu..."

"STOP IT!" he shouted, interrupting me."I'll not entertain this kind of talk any longer. You must feed. I need you." he growled, glaring at me madly as if that had ever impressed me or worked on me.

He wanted a furious lovers quarrel? Here we go, I'll give him a fucking, last argument.

"This is not about you, this is about me! I liked who I was! I've spent my entire life being that exact version of myself! Years of hard practice and experimentation with my magic went for nothing. I'm nothing! I will never be who I used to be. It is better if I die as someone I'm proud of than live as someone I despise!"

"NO! It is better to live a flawed life than to waste it rotting in clay!"

"But that's not your decision to make." I whispered with tears in my eyes.

He thought I wanted to die? Leaving the love of my life when our story was just beginning? That I didn't want that fucking fairytale ending where the princess got her prince charming?

But I was never a Cinderella, and Klaus was no cut-off to be a prince on a white horse. And we had to accept this.

"Y/N..."

"I HAVE NOTHING, KLAUS! Without my magic, I am a meaningless shell of my former self. I will always be just a shadow of the person I used to be, unable to cast even the simplest spell or feel the fucking energy of plants! My immortal life will be one big void that nothing can fill!" I walked over to him, taking his hands. I didn't want him to leave. Since I was about to die, I didn't want to do it alone. But I knew full well that he wouldn't stay with me to watch me die, because if I were in his place, I wouldn't be able to watch him go away forever either. "I don't want to live like this, Nik. I can't stand such a pain, and certainly nothing is worth it."

"If you want to go back to the arms of death so badly, I won't stop you. I only hope the bugs will eat your rotten body soon, love." he growled, pulling his hand out of my grip, and he stormed out of the room.

"Klaus! Wait!" I shouted after him, trying to take a step towards the door, but I was too weak to move. I slumped to the ground, letting all my heightened emotions come to light and burst into tears as I listened as the hybrid left the house, slamming the door angrily.

This wasn't how it was all supposed to be.

Everything was meant to fall into place after the wedding, but my life was coming to an inexorable end, and my epic true love left me alone and ran away, hurt by my refusal to accept eternal life by his side.

Suddenly, I felt arms pull me into a comforting, firm embrace as someone began to stroke my hair reassuringly. I looked up. It was Klaus' father.

Klaus told me about it several times and even showed me one of the most traumatic memories for him—finding his biological father, pierced through and through by Mikael's sword. I spent half the night with him then, trying to distract his mind from his memories about his true origin.

Apparently, Ansel must have returned with the parents of the originals. He must have trusted him to let him into his mansion.

"All right. He will calm down a bit and come back to you, darling. He will not waste the last hours with his beloved on pointless wandering in anger around the city."

"I... don't want to hurt him. I just can't... I... was never supposed to become... It's all so fucked up." I sobbed, letting Ansel move me to Klaus' bed, so we were sitting next to each other.

"Try to understand him. The love of his life is dying, and while he could shove blood down your throat and save you, he can't do anything without your permission. He's powerless, and that's one of the few feelings my son doesn't take well."

"I don't think I can do it, Ansel. I don't want to be a vampire, but… I want him to be okay. He finally has some happiness and peace in his life, and I'm taking that away from him, making him unhappy again. If only I could turn back time and…"

"And do what? Never met him?"

"That would be best for him and his family."

"I think my son knows what's best for him. And I think..." he got out of bed, rolled up the carpet to get to the floorboards, and pulled out one board. He put his hand into the hole and pulled out a huge bundle of papers. He put everything back in its place and came over to me, handing me the package. "He discovered it himself a long time ago."

"What is it?" I asked, wiping tears from my cheeks, and (after wiping my hands on my dress) I took it from him.

"Something for you. Ah, these postmen! They always lose something or don't deliver it on time, don't they? I'll leave you with that for a while. I'll make sure you have some privacy." Klaus' father went out of the room, closing a door behind him.

A werewolf left me with the strange envelopes alone.

I looked at them distrustfully, not certain if I really wanted to open them. But my innate curiosity made me ask myself one important question all the time.

What was in them?

With trembling hands, I opened the first sealed envelope.

I'd recognize Klaus' practiced, beautiful handwriting anywhere. It's been haunting me since he sent me an invitation to Mikaelson's ball. After every little note he gave me, I could tell I was an expert at his refined handwriting. Thanks to this little obsession, after the first glance at the letter, I knew it was written by him.

Y/N, I have to admit, I'm a little offended that you're not answering my calls. Are you so busy with Mystic Falls stuff that you don't have time for old friends? It'd be nice to know you're alive, Klaus

My malicious witch, my nuisance, It's really awful of you to torment my poor soul. What have I done to deserve such a cold shoulder? Have your little friends turned you against me? If Rebekah and Katherine deserve weekly video calls, what do I have to do to have the honor of hearing your irritating voice? Stop with that attitude, or I'll show up in this musty hole myself, Klaus

A thorn in my side, a waking nightmare, I see you're ignoring me on purpose. I have to admit, I didn't expect such a game from you, but here you go. Want to play games? Expect me to be a willing participant. Let the best win, Klaus

My stupid little witch, Heretics will no longer bother you. Do not thank me. Put your life in danger for these morons one more time, and you will know my wrath, Klaus

My little tormentor, Have you cast a spell on me to think about you every night? Does this possession make me see you everywhere I go, only to be disappointed when I reach a person who is not you? Is this another one of your new tricks? Making me miss you awake and asleep? I swear I'll draw you into your own trap, Klaus

My lovely witch and the sweet bane of my existence, You win. I love you. Truly, madly, deeply. I dare you to come to me and get your price. Yours, Klaus

If it was possible, I cried more than before. Why now? Why didn't I find all these letters sooner? If only I had known about the letters sooner, now at least I would have had something to remember on the other side.

But the most important question was, did I really want to go to the other side, now?

#Spotify #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x y/n #klaus x reader #klaus oneshot #tvd #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #katerina petrova #katherine pierce #niklaus x reader #niklaus x oc #niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x oc #tvd klaus #klaus mikaelson x you #kol mikaelson #freya mikaelson #mikael mikaelson #ansel #vampire #werwolf #witch #witches #action #kasagia

[diinotrains]

I need D10 and Lady to have a crazy ass fight ok. I need violence between them I need them to be and unfair and I need them to BOTH be in the wrong and suffer the consequences of what they have reaped upon themselves after hiding it for years and years and years and the reasons why they did it are so fucked up and yet you can see why they did what they did you know.

"She deserved it" D-10 <- extremely insecure and takes out his bottled up anger on those who have better lives than him or those who he thinks are lesser than him due to undressed mental problems and does not confront what he has done because he fully believes he has the right even though he really doesn't because none cared and they never ever cared about his class they never did. To have your name stripped and everything you know taken away from you is an anger that cannot be fathomed. And while she may have done irreparable things she never held violence upon you. Your anger is justified but you took it to far and now you're fearful and it only makes it worse for everyone of class type. You have failed your brothers and your sisters and you know it is your fault but they don't know that. They don't know anything. As long as you don't get caught your fine. Your safe and your fine. If you get caught you are dead.

"I was defending myself I didn't mean to get out of hand" Lady <- not lying about but you almost killed him when he begged you to stop and found some sick twisted enjoyment in it and the guilt is eating away at you so heavily that you hide like a coward and do not confront what you have done because you know it will make you look bad and your saving face so you don't get thrown in the scrapyard with the rest of them you couldn't save because you were to busy relishing in the attention that came with being worshipped like a god. and now all you feel is regret and you know nothing will make this right and so you try to wipe away anyone and anything to uphold your reputation and if it means putting fear into those so they stay silent you will do it even if you have to bear the guilt because anything is better than getting caught. Anything is better than not being worshipped anymore.

And in the end all both you have is each other because you both dug your shared grave without realizing it and now that the tarp has been revealed there is no going back to once was and nothing can justify what you have done in the name of your own reputations survival

Anyways the make me CRAZZY!!! literally mental you should follow me for more crazy posting

#this was a demon ive been keeping inside my soul for the last century and needed to let out at once #I LOVE MAKING FLAWED CHARACTERS I LOVE HAVING CHARACTERS WHO ARE RIGHT BUT DO THE WEONG THIND GRRRRR #diino talks #diino's writing #diesel 10 ttte #ttte diesel 10 #diesel 10 #lady ttte #ttte lady #ttte au #technically but its more of a shitty unedited character analysis #tatmr #THEY DUG THERE OWN GRAVVVEEE AND HAS NO IDEA!!!!!! #i find a character i like and put them in the chambers of wrath/silly

[engie-ivy]

(Late and not micro, as usual😅 Angst, but less Angsty than it first seems, and also Fluff!)

@wolfstarmicrofic 13th: Uncertainty

The Wizarding War is raging on, and Sirius and Remus have been pulled apart. When they do see each other again, the circumstances are not ideal.

On the Other Side Of This

“Black!”

Sirius steps out of the shadow of the oak tree he was leaning against as Mulciber approaches. “Did you catch one?” He asks.

Mulciber grins, dragging a young man with him by a tight grip on his arm, Narcissa and Lucius following behind them. “I managed to disarm this one before he could get away.” He drags his captive in front of Sirius. “It’s Greyback’s little creation.”

“I see,” Sirius says calmly, studying the man’s face. “Remus Lupin.” There’s blood at the corner of his mouth and dripping over his forehead, and a large bruise has formed around his eye. His eyes are burning with hatred as he looks at Sirius. “Did he continue fighting after you took his wand?” Sirius asks curiously.

“Of course he did.” It’s Lucius who answers in a derogatory tone. “He’s a Gryffindor. They cultivate stupidity and convince themselves it’s bravery.” A taunting smile appears on his face. “But of course, you know all about that.”

Sirius doesn’t take the bait and just rolls his eyes. “Those days are far behind me.”

“You were never a true Gryffindor!” Lupin suddenly bites at him, spitting at Sirius’ feet.

Sirius tilts his head as he regards Lupin. “The way he says it you’d almost think it’s an insult.”

Mulciber roughly pushes Lupin to his knees in the mud. Lupin looks up at them with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes, his face covered in a mixture of blood and dirt.

Mulciber chuckles. “If you see him like that, you’d hardly think he’s such a dangerous monster.”

Sirius arches an eyebrow. “Do you want to wait for the full moon and see?”

Mulciber shudders. “Fuck no.”

“Did you know what he was when you were at Hogwarts together?” Narcissa asks curiously.

“Hell no,” Sirius scoffs. “You really think I would’ve slept in the same room as that beast then?”

“Shall we interrogate him?” Mulciber asks eagerly. “My record is ten minutes, but I’ve been working on my Crucio, and I’m sure I should be able to make someone crack in less than that now!”

“Nah,” Sirius says airily. “Even those members from that so-called ‘Order’ aren’t stupid enough to trust a vile creature like that with any real important secrets.” He turns his back to Lupin and starts to walk away. “Just end him,” he tells Mulciber as he passes him.

“Coward!”

Sirius looks over his shoulder to see Lupin glaring up at him, clenching his jaw as tears of frustration and hopeless powerlessness stream down his face.

“So you’re not only a traitor, but a coward too,” Remus says in a trembling voice. “Too scared to kill me yourself, are you?”

“Why, I’m flattered,” Sirius says with a vicious grin. “I had now idea you wanted to be killed by me personally so badly.”

“You already killed me in any other way possible,” Remus hisses. “It only seems fitting that you finish the job, ‘Padfoot’.” He spits out the old nickname like it’s venom.

Sirius rolls up his sleeves, Remus’ eyes quickly darting to the tattoo on his lower arm. “Well, Mulciber,” Sirius says undeterred. “Upon special request, it seems like I’ll be doing the honours myself.”

“But you know how much I enjoy putting beasts down,” Mulciber pouts.

Narcissa pulls at Lucius’ sleeve. “Lucius,” she says softly. “Draco will be waking up soon.”

“We’re almost done here,” Lucius says curtly.

“He made it personal now,” Sirius tells Mulciber.

“But I’m the one who captured him!” Mulciber argues.

“Lucius, he’ll need his milk.”

Lucius sighs. “I don’t care which one of you kills him off, just get it done. We’ll be going home.”

Lucius and Narcissa disappear into the darkness of the woods to find the end of the anti-apparition zone.

Sirius gives Mulciber the look his father used to give him that made him immediately stop whatever he was doing and quietly go to his room.

Mulciber caves and steps aside, putting his wand away. “Fine. You do it.” A smirk appears on his face. “If you’re up for it, that is.”

Sirius takes his wand. “I told you that I’m far from that naive Gryffindor boy I used to be.”

“Well, yeah,” Mulciber says, crossing his arms. “But you know how it is with these Unforgivables. You really need to mean it.”

“Don’t worry,” Sirius says, stepping up to Lupin, his face an ice-cold mask with a cruel smile on his lips. “I can assure you,” he points his wand. “That I really, really mean it.”

Remus looks at him one last time, before closing his eyes.

“Avada Kedavra.”

Remus opens his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. He pushes himself up to his feet and starts stretching his legs, while Sirius walks over to Mulciber’s lifeless body and searches his robes. Sirius pulls Remus’ wand out of the inner pocket, wipes it clean with his sleeve and turns to hand it to Remus.

Relief is visible on his face as Remus pockets his wand. As soon as he has put his wand away, he wraps his arms around Sirius’ neck, pulls him in and kisses him. Sirius melts into the kiss, and his hands find their way into Remus’ hair. They’re both panting as they break apart.

“Godric, it’s been so bloody long,” Remus breathes against Sirius’ lips.

“I missed you,” Sirius sighs.

“It’s so good to see you,” Remus says.

Sirius chuckles. “I wish I could say the same, but honestly, I could’ve gone without the experience of seeing you like that.”

“Yeah,” Remus says. “I wish I could say I had it all under control, but truthfully, I had gotten myself in a pretty dire situation. I must admit I was quite relieved when I saw you.”

“I was quite relieved we managed to get the Malfoys to leave,” Sirius says. “I mean, I would’ve taken my chances, but three against one would’ve been though.”

Remus glances over at Mulciber’s body. “Will you be able to explain that one? Are you going to be in trouble?”

“Nah,” Sirius replies. “Nobody actually likes Mulciber, so they won’t ask too many questions. I think everyone has wanted to kill him at some point.”

“I wonder why, such a nice chap,” Remus says dryly.

Sirius barks a laugh and Remus just looks him. “I missed hearing your laugh.”

“I missed having something to laugh about,” Sirius says truthfully.

Remus tilts his head as he studies Sirius. “Are you okay?”

Sirius huffs. “I’m not the one who was beaten, captured and almost killed by a group of Death-Eaters.”

“No,” Remus admits. “But you have to spend time with your relatives, so I’d still say I got the better end of the deal.”

Sirius laughs again. “You might have a point there.”

“For real though,” Remus says, gently placing a hand on Sirius’ cheek. “Are you okay? You look... different.”

“Well, I did get a new tattoo,” Sirius says bitterly, before he can stop himself.

“Not that,” Remus says, pointedly not looking at Sirius’ arm. “Your eyes... They’re different. Colder. Emptier.”

Sirius looks away, suddenly feeling exposed. Like Remus’ light is making his darkness all the more visible. “When you have to pretend to be a Death-Eater, there are things you need to do,” Sirius says softly. “Things for which you need to shut off certain emotions.”

Sirius looks back at Remus, expecting to see judgment, repulsion, even disgust, on his face, but it’s only compassion he finds there. Somehow, this compels him to keep talking. “Sometimes, in my darkest moments, I wonder what it’s all for. I fear that, even if we win the war, there will be no coming back from this for me.” He holds Remus’ gaze. “Do you know what I do at those moments?”

Remus shakes his head.

Sirius takes the hand resting on his cheek in his own, and presses a light kiss against its palm. “I think of you,” he says simply. “I think of you being there, waiting for me, to make me feel human again.”

Remus smiles softly, affectionately, at him, tears glistening in his eyes. “Sounds like I best survive this war then.”

Sirius lets out a breathless laugh. “You better. I’m going to need you there on the other side of this.”

Sirius walks Remus to the end of the anti-apparition zone. As Remus steps forward to disapparate, Sirius is very aware that he doesn’t know if, no, not if, when he will see Remus again.

Remus turns back to Sirius one last time. “And for the record, Sirius,” he says. “I’m going to need you there too.”

And with that, he disapparates with a loud crack, leaving nothing but empty woods.

As Sirius walks back, he thinks about the many uncertainties facing him. He doesn’t know when this war will end, how this war will end, and who will still be there when it does, but he knows without a doubt that he will see Remus again.

They need each other, so neither of them can die.

It’s a silly reasoning, that doesn’t hold up to any kind of logic, but for now, just for this moment, it really seems as simple as that.

#wolfstar microfic #my tumblr writing #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #first wizarding war

[running-with-the-feels]

I really want some angst of thats okay and I just thought of it. What if kuai Liang just bottles up his emotions, like for years and years and finally Raiden finally pushes him over the edge and suddenly hanzo bihan and Tomas run in because they hear Kuai Liang actually full blown yelling at Raiden and crying at the same time because he is just overwhelmed exhausted and angry at this person who finally pushed him over the line.

Raiden: you're being dramatic.

Kuai Liang: Dramatic? DRAMATIC!? YOU WANT DRAMATIC?! HOW ABOUT KILLING THE SO CALLED CHOSEM ONE BECAUSE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO FUCKING SPEAK? HOW ABOUT LETTING SO MANY SUFFER BECAUSE OF YOUR FOOLISH CHOOSES?! HOW ABOUT YOU CONSTANTLY CONSULTING WITH THOSE ELDER FUCKS WHO DONT DO NOTHING BUT SIT ON THEIR ASSES AND WATCH ALL OF US HAVING TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF SOME IDIOT WHO WANTS TO KILL EVERYONE?!

Raiden: Watch how you speak to me

Kuai Liang: FUCK YOU!

Hanzo: Oh shit, we should maybe intervene

Bi-Han, eating popcorn: Nah, this'll be good for him, cathartic

Tomáš: Bi-Han, he's actually crying

Bi-Han jumping up: Oh shit

They run in the room to find Kuai Liang and Raiden fighting and end up having to pull Kuai Liang off Raiden before he kills the man

Kuai Liang: YOU ARE A COWARD AND A HYPOCRITE AND I HOPE YOU WIND UP DEAD IN A DITCH!

Hanzo: I'll take him home, you guys get the comfort kit ready?

Bi-Han: I'd like to have few words with Raiden myself first

Tomáš: I'll handle the comfort kit, don't worry

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #subscorp #bi han #tomas vrbada #subzero brothers #mortal kombat 11

[nemmennem]

Male Teen Reader x Creepypasta [ch. 1]

02:00 on clock, you play games, listen to music, your parents are sleeping, they are in a deep sleep so no one can disturb you, even if they woke up you would hear them, nothing can go wrong

"what the hell" you heard your father scream

panic.jpg, they uncoverd your evil plots to stay up until the morning

You hear gunshot... two gunshots to be exact...is it dead end for me? What can i do? I can ughhhh? jump out of window, no too high... Wait, there is a drawer in the corridor, there are photos of us on it, but there is one more thing on it… my father's gun, my mother told him not to leave it there because God knows what might happen. The chest of drawer is close to my door, I will definitely be able to pick it up and provide myself with some security

"Are you sure we should enter this house? I-i-i heard gunshots"

"Shut up you coward, we are entering this house even if it was on fire, fisrst, we have expirience with this type's of obstacles, second, we are who we are, and third.... dont be a little bitch and you, is something bothering you too?"

"no, no, of course not, just let me finish the cig"

two persons entered the house

"they're p-p-probably on the first floor, I'll go check it out"

"I am behind you"

"six bullets" you mumbled

"what the fuck?!" first burglar said

he aimed his pistol at you but you were faster, the second burglar looked at the already dead body and raised his hands as a sign of surrender, as fate would have it, your fingers automatically pulled the trigger a second time

now you had only four bullets and four dead boddies in your house, this is… comforting i guess"

"I think the burglar problem has solved it self" said somebody, he wasn't with the burglar, but his appearance was confusing, he wore white mask, yellow jacket and jeans "and now secend problem. Could I ask you to put your gun on the ground and kick it to me?"

.....

"No" you said "why would i do it?"

"you know... to make our job easier"

"what do you mean by our?" you asked

"sup kid!" second person apeard, this one wore mouth guard, googles, greyish sweater, blue hoodie underneath sweater and jeans "you were the one to kill them? that's cool you know :D"

you just stood there like a statue

masked guy also stood there

"toby? Is everything good in your head? you know, im just asking?"

"masky i know what im dooing, you could trust me this one time, just back off and let me talk"

"im going to regret that"

"sooo, continuing our nice chat, you've never thought about becoming a murderer?" toby asked me

masky just face palmed

"no, not really" you answered

"oh, b-b-belive me everyone has ever thought about what it would be like to kill an innocent person. You m-m-must have wondered what would happen if that big chandelier in the church fell on those innocent people, right? each of us has some wild urge to k-k-kill, even if it is deeply hidden"

"Even if, I don't think I could kill someone for no reason"

"And them?"

"They murdered my parents"

"i see only one gun on ground, and i heard two shots, let me g-g-guess the secend one surrendered but you didnt care right? dont even try lying to me i know the truth"

"fuck fuck fuck fuck, why am I sweating so much, maybe I should just shoot them, no, it would only prove his point, although if he's dead it won't do him any good, no i'm not type of person to shoot people right and left, after all he maybe right, atleast in some of what he said, i felt relieved after killing them" you thaught

"ok, your right, he did try to surrender, b-b-but i-i-i" your voice was trembling, you couldn't find any logic in your action's, you just didnt know what to do

"so continuing my offer, you can join us, have you ever heard of creepypastas? that's us, we will take you under the wing of professionals and teach you how to kill people professionally"

"you did not just advertise creepypasta to a kid"

"yes i-i-i did.... OH SHIT KID BEHIND YOU!"

you turned around and shot blindly, you hitted attacker and he just fell to the ground, you turned again and saw masky with a knife moving forward, he stopped the moment you turned around, he then just sighed and dropped his knife

"ok kid you won, im going to pick up my friend that you just shot, and I'll take care of him so he won't die ok? and toby... you know what to do if your shitty plan wont work" masky said. He picked his friend and then left us and exited the building

"your in kid? you know that if your not in i'll have to kill you ritgh? you know too much and we want to be little known among the public and even if i didnt kill, what will you do? how will you live with knowledge of us and fact that you just killed three persons"

"i just shot him, didnt masky said he will take care of him?"

"and what do you think takeing care of him means? it's already over for him, sorry to inform you i guess"

your eyes were watering, your legs were shakeing, your mouth was trembling

"What should i do, i like being alive" you thaught

toby then just walked to me, you tried to aim at him but you just couldn't force yourself to do it, you just didnt want to kill him, toby just pulled you into hug

"hey kid, there is no reason to stress that hard about it" toby said

"i-i-i think i will go with you" you said, your words trembling and your body still shaking in toby's hug

"Oh shit i just gaslightd them into becoming creepypasta" toby thaugh

yes... he indeed manipulated you into becoming creepypasta

"you can relax now kid, there is nothing to stress about" toby said ruffling your hair " you remind me of jeff"

"the killer?"

"ye, your hair look like him and you are little pale, oh, and how old are you and what's your name?"

you had black curly hair that reached your shoulders and you were slightly pale, but that was probably because of fear

"I'm 15, and my name is Victor"

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sorry for every grammar error in this post

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #teen reader #teen #creepypasta x teen reader #creepypasta x male reader #ticci toby #masky #hoodie #male teen reader

[archivalofsins]

My toxic Milgram fan trait is wanting to normalize being a little hater. Like actually stop trying to justify voting a character Guilty it's so fucking pointless and drenched in hypocrisy it'd be much simpler to say I hate them and move on.

Oh, but Gunsli, you wouldn't do that with a character, would you? Yes, and I plan too. I don't think people understand how little I care about people knowing my biases and exactly why I have them. So, for anyone interested in knowing.

Yeah, I hate Kotoko on an ideological level.

I am not interested in her second song, her crime none of it- I fucking hate this lady. The best Milgram is getting from me is either abstaining from voting or voting her guilty every fucking day of those three months. Bu-but why? Well, I don't really have to explain why I can just hate her like I said. I don't need a reason.

Well, it's because she jumped the other prisoners right- Because she jumped Mikoto and threatened to kill him, right? And you like Mikoto that's your bias, right?

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but fr now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate.

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……! [TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

Like, Gunsli I could understand if you didn't want to vote her Innocent because of that we all have our favorites we're only human.

Mikoto ain't a bitch like Shidou he can take care of himself. I ain't worried about ya'll girl she ain't about it, she a coward, she needed to order weapons because she really ain't that good. Hope she ordered herself a shield during trial two because she's going to need it. I'm sorry Mikoto better figure it out. Love him but uh nothing I can do about that if he gets killed by Kotoko I'll just be disappointed in him.

Outside of that I already didn't like her before she did that stuff. Well, damn what the fuck did she do? Nothing but be herself. I don't like her. I don't believe she's a good person. I don't think she's doing what she's doing now or did what she did before for anything other than the satisfaction of herself.

I find her mentality a direct threat to my personal safety for various reasons and will not support it. How about any of you guys try growing up and going to high school during the resurgence of fascism? Having people walk around armed with military grade weapons as you're just trying to get a book from a bookstore. All while stating they're going to make the world better through violence and see how you feel about people with Kotoko's mindset afterward.

See how any of you feel about it when you're at the receiving end of constant persecution based solely on how people like you are reported on in the news. Something that is never biased, as we know.

Like she was doing a good thing- To some in some people's opinion! I don't have time to argue about why this sort of mindset is dangerous to people who've never lost a thing from it, and I'm not gonna! I'm tapping out before her trial even starts. I did my investigation already I do not care.

So, everybody can miss me with that she killed bad guys shit because I recognize that I just think she's just as bad as they are and knows it.

I'm never voting her Innocent (Forgiven), it's a kindness I'm even considering not voting her at all. Unless I'm getting something out of voting her that way like a secured Amane and Mikoto Innocent verdict she can kick rocks.

Fuck her, the ideology she espouses, her justifications, the hill she lives on, the hill she'll die on and the horse she rode in on.

The worse sort of person to me is some nosey entitled son-of-a-bitch that comes into my life telling me their actions are going to make the world better by any means. So, if I have a problem with how they do things I can either shut up or they'll shut me up. Because useless weaklings should just be quiet and let themselves be protected by them.

Fuck that I'm not agreeing with that because that sort of thinking ends with people who look like me dead. Someone would have to have me all the way fucked up if they thought I'd agree to letting her of everyone here back out into society. There are enough people like that in my immediate vicinity to my ever-growing discomfort already.

So, yeah normalize hating a bitch for no reason. Normalize not having to explain yourself because I'm not about to hurt my own feelings trying to explain how this mentality is dangerous and harmful to people who don't care. Because they'll never see this behavior as the issue it is.

Simply put it's not about anyone else's ability to understand my reasoning behind my actions. The thing most important to me is that I understand the reasoning behind my beliefs, and I at least put forth an effort to interrogate those. Even if through interrogating those things I arrive right back at the answer I started with.

I at least understand why people like Kotoko at the end of the day and recognize this is my bias alone. While fundamentally understanding how someone feels about any of the characters in Milgram doesn't define who they are as a person or what they're willing to let others get away with in the real world. So, I don't feel like I have to defend disliking anyone or how I vote a character because it's my opinion.

I'm just gonna do what's best for me and keep it moving. If she wasn't a character in a piece of media, I'd care more, but she is. So, I can recognize her good qualities. Those are however outweighed by the multiple red flags and sirens consistently going off every second because of my background belting the words,

WARNING! WARNING! IMMINENT THREAT TO SAFETY!

As though I've entered a fucking sundown town at sunset. There is nothing in me that doubts this bitch would commit a hate crime and is therefore someone just unsafe for me to be around. Avid defenders would be like "Um sweety is it a hate crime to get rid of child abductors and criminals?"

I don't know, has anyone seen the film The Birth of A Nation or looked over the historical context around criminality? Or just read how the news reports on people who deviate from norms committing crimes regularly in contrast to how they report on the dominant culture committing crimes? No, I don't think anyone put that much effort into interrogating the ideology of the good looking subtly gender nonconforming lady.

Because they said oh bad guy bad, news said so- So, they deserve to be killed Kotoko is so right go off girl boss.

So here,

Kellie-Jay & the Neo-Nazis | Shaun One hour, fifty-six minute, and fifty-seven seconds long.

How Police Make Up The Law (ft. LegalEagle) | Philosophy Tube Forty-eight minutes and fifty-six seconds long.

The Hidden Rules of Modern Society | Philosophy Tube Forty-four minutes and fifty-four seconds.

The Americanisation of Blackness. TheStoryteller Twenty-eight minutes and fifty-seven seconds.

Triumph of the Will, or, "Yes, You Might Be a Fascist" | Cinema Antifa Twenty-two minutes and fifty-three seconds long.

How Black Americans Monopolized Racism Foreign Man in a Foreign Land Eighteen minutes and twenty-three seconds.

The Cultural Gentrification of Black Britain | EXODUS TheStoryteller Fourteen minutes and ten seconds.

The Need for Gangs? | TheStoryteller Twelve minutes and twenty-six seconds.

Why You Shouldn't Watch The Birth of a Nation (AND WHY YOU SHOULD) | Brows Held High Ten minutes and forty-nine seconds long.

There's a lot of videos that go over a good deal of the things I think about when considering Kotoko's case and mentality. So, anyone interested can go and take a look over this information and think for themselves whatever they want. I won't be discussing this because a lot of people in my opinion are very willing to cut off their brains and let Kotoko get away with whatever just to make themselves feel good.

People liked to discuss how Futa was radicalized through the Internet yet continue to ignore the clear radicalization of Kotoko through mainstream media. People all over widely accept everything put into mainstream media as true or unbiased. Because unlike the internet people believe mainstream media cannot lie without repercussions. Yet this is not always the case and the fact that Kotoko is so willing to end other people's lives over uncertain or extraordinarily little information based off the bias judgements of others as she continues to do even now is an issue to me and something I do not personally agree with.

Especially considering how mainstream media can be biased and get things wrong. She's just looking at what appears to be a more reputable source, a source with more authority than the internet mob then going it must be true because they said it. Just like how no one fact checked Es when they claimed that they were considered an adult in Puerto Rico and Haiti because why would Es lie? Why would the news lie? When has law enforcement ever forced a confession out of anyone or arrested the wrong person.

As a news article sits in Harrow about the jumping, we know Kotoko did with the police stating they assume the assaulter was a man. Not even going into the news articles that stated people paid to have information buried. But yeah, the information she had is much more concrete than whatever the hell Futa was basing his shit off of.

#gunsli rambles

[lucianlhsystem]

Hot take (I think)

Everyone in the fandom would be like Jax if they got Isekai'd into The Amazing Digital Circus, like it's just so likely that we all would refuse to go mad and become a sarcastic piece of shit (I hate you Jax) (But also damn why are you a mirror bitch)

Like imagine being there for YEARS and slowly forgetting yourself, everyone who you knew and watching other people around you who are in that hell space also lose themselves, getting every day worse and ending up taking by force the role that Caine assign them with their stupid little names in his stupid little game, and seeing how even lovers get separated by the insanity of that whole scenario

I mean Kinger and Queenie in this case, like i'm sure where in a romantic relationship, but even if it was just a platonic kind of relationship, imagine seeing them love and care for each other, just to then seeing one of them get transformed into this fucking mess of a creature and the other be more and more lost in their mind until they are not the person you once met

Like fr if I was there for years I would not think it twice, either I get in a fist fight with Caine to be let out the place and FIGHT my way out with tooth and nail until it worked, OR just don't let myself get attached to anyone and screw every relationship that could be made with the other people in that place, making myself hate them or hate me to ensure I will never get any pain when seeing that they either succumbed to the madness and abstraction shit in this fucking nightmare

AND EVEN STILL Jax was actually horrified when seeing Kaufmo being abstracted, like yeah it could be "oh shit I'm gonna die" but I see it as a "Oh gods, oh fuck he actually went insane nonoononononon-" in a worried for the poor clown kind of way

(And abstracted Kaufmo like trying to grab his face and the mannerisms they showed with him moving his head like trying to snap out of it was so messed up, like holy shit I'm sure he was actually understanding what was going on and even then could not control anything he was doing he was just an spectator to his own body, but that's for another post)

Also that fucking scene

THE CAMERA ANGLE

The way they look so small and freaked out by the thing they are seeing (And Jax taking anything to make as an excuse to leave, the coward twink really just ditched lmao) (Honestly same I would run so fast)

Anyways, a tldr is; Jax is exactly the type of bitch all of us would become if we ended up there alone, scared and not being able to even remember who we were

Or also like Zooble, they are also a "Don't speak to me don't percibe me I do not care" but in a "I'm way too tired and don't/can't deal with anything don't push it b#t*h" way rather than a "I won't allow myself be affected by this shit, even if it means pushing someone else to die in my place (because I'm a coward)" kind of way that Jax has as a wee little bitch (Same dude)

Like no way in hell I would be as kind as Ragatha, like that poor bitch was throw around because of caring to help anyone damn

Anyways that's the take idk if I'm going to die to people who really really likes the bunny man or really really dislikes the bunny man for saying I think he ain't really good nor bad, just a bitch ass coward who has attachment panic like everyone and how we would be as shitty as him ey (pls don't kill me I have a family)

The other hot take I have it's that Caine is a bitch as mother fucker and he knows more than he let's on, let them out before I boil your teeth and cut your eyes like onions tuxedo man, but like it's not THAT big of a hot take u know

Anyways I think Pomni Ragatha and Jax should kiss idk about u people -crow noises-

-Leila (don't kill me please)

#leila'scrazyrambels #lionheartsystem #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc caine #the digital circus #tadc ragatha #the amazing digital circus pomni #shit's crazy right #like holy shit this pilot has put some bad fears on me fr #at least it's kind of funny #funny nighmare pilot haha #Goose did a good job #didsystem #it's 4am why is it this late #well that explains why this post it's like that lmao

[stardustprompts]

doctor sleep  -  stephen king  sentence starters  change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying     tw ;   death ,  language ,  alcohol ,  violence

‘how did it make you feel, to know you weren’t alone anymore?’

‘how did it make you feel, to know you weren’t alone anymore? to know you weren’t the only one?’

‘the world has a way of keeping things in balance. I believe that.’

‘there’s a saying: when the pupil is ready, the teacher will appear. I was your teacher.’

‘you are my friend. you saved us.’

‘someday it will be your turn to be the teacher. the pupil will come.’

‘shut your mouth and open your ears. I think you’ll get the point. you’re far from stupid.’

‘you saved me. you brought me back.’

‘we’re all dying. the world’s just a hospice with fresh air.’

‘I need help.’

‘you’re sick and you’re tired, I can see that much.’

‘you’re sick and you’re tired, I can see that much. but are you sick and tired of being sick and tired?’

‘you’re one of the very few people who will ever get to see that. it’s embarrassing.’

‘i’m pretty scared. I didn’t think I would be, but I am.’

‘i’m scared there’s nothing. there was nothing before, we all know that, so doesn’t it stand to reason there’s nothing after?’

‘we never really end. I don’t know how that can be , or what it means, I only know that it is.’

‘who died and left you in charge?’

‘we all have a bottom. someday you’re going to have to tell somebody about yours.’

‘i’m the one who owes you, and more than I could ever repay.’

‘you’re not scared, are you? you don’t have to be. it’s over.’

‘i’m okay. really. I’m just glad to not be alone with this inside my head.’

‘i’m sorry. i’m a little on edge, alright?’

‘you don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.’

‘nobody loves a smartass.’

‘you’d be surprised what a person can live with.’

‘get out of here, idiot. but give me another kiss first.’

‘I thought I’d feel better after a night’s sleep, but I didn’t get much.’

‘you’re as white as a sheet.’

‘fucking men. have to win, don’t you? always have to win.’

‘you know we can’t entirely trust (name) anymore, but I trust you. what’s your gut feeling?’

‘I don’t know how convincing I can be when I hardly believe it myself.’

‘I can’t believe this is happening.’

‘are we going to have a reasonable conversation, or—’

‘you wouldn’t dare. a coward like you would never dare.’

‘of course, if you take me up on it, I’ll wipe the floor with you.’

‘if you run, I’ll find you. and when I do, you’ll scream for hours before you die.’

‘if I were you, I’d run.’

‘if I were you, I’d run. it wouldn’t do you any good, but you’d live a little longer.’

‘the person who makes the mess is the one who should have to clean it up.’

‘you look like shit on a stick.’

‘what part of ‘shut up and listen’ don’t you understand?’

‘if I need you, you come.’

‘the past is gone, even though it defines the present.’

‘I couldn’t have said it better myself.’

‘you’ve got one hell of a temper.’

‘I almost killed you.’

‘(name), that’s an order.’

‘you’re a real piece of work.’

‘we’re going to finish this together.’

‘oh no, you’re the one who’s fucked.’

‘does it hurt? I hope it does. I hope it hurts a lot.’

‘see anything that shouldn’t be there?’

‘we’re only as sick as our secrets.’

‘why do I wish I could take it back?’

‘she would have killed us, so why do I wish I could take it back?’

‘is it the killing you wish you could take back, or the joy of the killing?’

‘you don’t have to be anyone’s doormat.’

‘just remember how dangerous your anger can be.’

#rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp prompts #literature prompts #literature sentence starters #horror prompts #horror sentence starters #stephen king sentence starters #stephen king prompts #doctor sleep prompts #doctor sleep sentence starters

[silvergomez]

House Of Ashes In Among Us 8 : Killing Harmony.

Rachel - This is really getting out of Control...I need to do something...now!

In Other Side Of Map

Jason -I finally finished my last task.. I'll go see where the others are...

Jason - Hello? Guys? Where did you go? They're not dead, right? (Hope not)

He walks stealthily, watching carefully so as not to be ambushed by the impostor.And then he ends up bumping into someone causing them both to fall...

??? - outch!

Jason - Gotcha! Impost-Joey? Are you the impostor?

Joey - Oh? No! Of course not, I was just running because I saw a strange figure and decided to run...

Jason - It makes sense, but it's not good to be separated at a time like this...

Joey - I agree, I don't want to become ham either.

Jason - Have you finished your soldier tasks yet? Or astronaut? I don't know.

Joey - Now, I managed to finish them all, then when I saw the figure I ran away...

Jason - For asking what the figure looked like?

Joey - Ah well, it was just like us but dark and with a huge tongue, I assume it was the tongue...

Jason - What do you mean, big tongue? Explain this to me better!

Joey - I don't know, I didn't stay there to find out, I just ran away...

Jason - So let's find out!

Joey - You got to be kidding me...

Jason - You and I have already finished the tasks so if we die now it won't create as much risk..

Joey - But it leaves our crew vulnerable and that's still bad! Pretty bad!

Before they can move forward, a body is thrown towards them, causing them to become terrified...

Jason - Who does that body belong to???

Joey - *Getting closer* to MERWIN!

Jason - It can't be... we had just seen him in the cafeteria how... How could this have happened?

Joey - I don't know how, but it's better to report and warn others..

Jason - accordingly.

Taking the warning megaphone and placing it on the body before he can do so, a large tongue grabs his arm making him scream and throws him away.

Jason - JOEY! OH SHIT...

??? - Hello Jason. Forgive me for the bad manners of throwing your friend away. But know that now you will die.

Jason - That...isn't... Possible... It's really you... Salim!

Salim - Salim?? I think you forgot one little thing haha... I'm a shapeshifter, remember?

Jason - What? If- if you're not Salim... Then who are you??? Coward show yourself now!

Salim - HAHAHAHAHA As you prefer, sir.

Jason - What? No no! This can't be...I can't believe it's you... But how can you do this to us?

Rachel - Looks like the hood fit.

Jason - What?

Rachel - So funny now, right? It's not fun when you're the joke, right?

Jason - But why did you do this?

Rachel - It is not obvious? Because I want to win, and also get revenge on you for humiliating me the last time we played!!

Jason - But but that can't be...

Rachel - If you want to know... I killed Eric first because he's smart and was going to realize right away that I was the impostor!

Rachel - Now enough talking! Let's have fun.

Jason - Wait a second! But why do this now we can solve it in other ways!

Rachel - Shut the fuck up!! Whatever now!, I always wanted to kill you myself!

She then throws a knife towards Jason but a shield forces it and throws it away, protecting him.

Rachel - What the fuck?

Ghost Dar -It worked! My shield worked. Urg, I can't believe that this crap actually works... It wasn't as useless as I thought...

Rachel - It won't save you forever...

Her eyes become dark and her nails grow longer, her skin becomes pale and her tongue grows considerably...

RACHEL - Now no one will save you from me!

She holds him by the neck with her wide tongue choking him. But before she can kill him, Salim appears, dropping a load on her head, which ends up throwing Jason to the other side of the map.

Rachel - Are you turning against me after I helped you? Now I will teach you to have good manners!!

Salim - Well... can we solve it in other way?

And with one blow she hits Salim's leg, hurting him,Who stumbles and ends up falling.

Salim - ouch! I don't think so! But it won't be now that we die...

On the other side, Jason is thrown towards the greenhouse, hitting the floor, causing it to crack. Joey who had also been thrown there was waking up from his faint.

Jason - Don't get up! If any of us get up, the greenhouse will collapse!

Joey - Huh? But what are we going to do? Shall we walk on all fours?

Jason - It's a good idea!

Joey - I was just kidding! I don't think this will work...

Jason - But we must try something anyway this will collapse!

Joey - Can we try getting up slowly? I think it might work...

Jason - Okay, let's try, but if we fail here, We're going to fly like chickens!

Joey - I must be laying eggs to be a chicken...

Jason - if the game depended on us everyone would be dead by now.

Joey - Technically everyone is, with the exception of Salim and Nick.

Jason - and you and me!

Joey - Well, in a way we're not alive...

Jason - Be more optimistic! Now enough nonsense and let's finish this bitch!

Joey - I'm already up!

Jason - What?? I just closed my eyes for a second...

Joey - Now that we are up, what will we do?

Rachel - Get on the floor!

Joey - What? I just got up-

Rachel then gives a huge kick making the floor crack completely...

Jason - This can't be good...

Suddenly the floor breaks completely causing Joey and Jason to fall.

Jason Is not the impostor!

Joey is not The impostor!

Rachel - Now let's finish with Salim! WHERE DID HE GO? ahh you can't go that far Salim, with this trail of blood here hahaha...

Salim - Shit that was close... I'm glad she believed, she thinks I'm dumb enough to leave a trail of myself knowing she would chase me...

He slowly gets up for a second to observe his injury and continues walking on the opposite side...He finally arrives at the cafeteria...

Nick - Stop right there!

Salim - Huh? I oh damn...

Nick - Wait, if you're all fucked up then you're not supposed to be the impostor, right? You wouldn't be able to hurt yourself just to play innocent if that's the case then who is the (Real) impostor?

Salim - Oh...Rachel! She killed everyone, she was the one who attacked me! And she attacked Jason and Joey! And she killed the rest of us!, She's the impostor!

Nick - Was I wrong all along then?... I'm sorry then for accusing you...

Salim - Okay, this game is about accusation and execution! We can still save the game!

Nick - You are sure!

before anything happens Rachel appears impaling salim in the belly. Blood starts to flow and he falls on top of Nick, already dead.

Rachel - And I WON!

Nick - No, why?..

Rachel - It wasn't supposed to end, I already killed everyone... Do I have to kill you too??

Nick - I don't know... but calm down!!

rachel - SHUT UP!

the cafeteria windows break with a bang and a knife is thrown at demon Rachel who throws herself back.

RACHEL - HOW ARE YOU ALIVE??

Jason - When you threw us, Joey's leg got caught in a rope. And since I'm not stupid or anything, we used that to get back here!

RACHEL - HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE ME??? I WILL DESTROY YOU!!

Rachel gets up and jumps close to them, Jason manages to dodge and runs close to the table, Joey jumps into the room with a grenade in his hands...

Jason - Why did you take so long?

Joey - Hey, it takes a while to get up, okay?? my God..

Nick - Guys, she's still here!!

Joey - Relax, I have it here!Take This!

RACHEL - A GRENADE?? Unbelievable...

A big explosion Making Rachel demon catch fire The floor starts to crack and parts of the cafeteria will start to fall.

Nick - Bad idea!!!

Rachel keeps struggling and everything starts to catch fire, and the floor starts to fall.. But before everything falls apart Joey presses the button.

Nick - Everything froze...

Jason - It's because we're in an emergency meeting It's impossible for us to die... brilliant!

Joey - She's fine?

The impostor Died Carbonized

impostor failed.. crewmate won!

You Win!

Rachel - I don't believe!!! I died! Ridiculous!

Nick - I can't understand it either ;-;

Joey - we Win!

Jason - Can't wait for the next one!

Salim - ._.

(Ending 1 = good ending)

#house of ashes #jason kolchek #joey gomez #eric king #dark pictures anthology #rachel king #nathan merwin #salim othman #dar basri #nick kay #final finally! #the dark pictures anthology house of ashes

[weissaddams]

Date with Death

Chapter 3

Wednesday Addams rarely failed at anything in her twenty-two years on this massive rock called Earth.

She failed to save Nero.

She failed to uncover Tyler as the Hyde before things became exponentially worse.

She failed to stop her heart from falling in love with Enid Sinclair.

The raven refused to add anything more to that list. Specifically anything even remotely related to waking up a nocturnal vampire. She was sorely tempted to stuff a roll of garlic bread into the vampire’s mouth, but that would surely hinder the girl’s ability to walk down the aisle as the maid of honor.

Enid would be sad were that to happen. Wednesday was left with no other choice when the vampire refused to get up yet again. 

She set the bed on fire.

Well, she would have liked to. Instead she had to settle for pouring ice water all over Yoko’s face. Only slightly making sure she didn’t drown herself somehow.

“What the fuck!”

“Welcome to the land of the living, Tanaka.”

“Addams!”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“You would be surprised how easy of a feat that would be today.”

Wednesday gave a quick nod to a very amused Divina before promptly walking back to the suite’s kitchen to return the glass she borrowed for the water. She could faintly hear the siren’s chuckles as she calmed down her nocturnal girlfriend. 

All was well.

For now.

She was left with nothing to do or anyone to talk to as Enid was called on by one of the photographers. The raven idly wandered into the music room. Acoustic plywood, soundproof panels and sound curtains. Ah. Maybe she should have brought her cello for one last performance.

She settled for the grand piano. Steinway & Sons. Shiny but dusty.

Wednesday sat behind the keys as she opened the lid. There was nothing sadder for an instrument than to be displayed instead of brought to its full potential. She had no doubt that most visitors who could afford the penthouse suite would be able to play some music, but an instrument of this quality deserved more than just dust and the occasional love song. 

She let her hands do as they please, pressing into the keys, no actual piece in mind when Bianca Barclay emerged from another room, all dressed up and ready for the make-up team. Though, the raven wondered if anything more could be done to enhance a siren's naturally alluring features. 

“I didn’t know you could play the piano.”

“My mother taught me. I just happened to resonate with the cello more.”

“Couldn’t fit one in Ophelia Hall dorms?”

“The floor would have collapsed under the weight.”

“Just like you’re trying not to now?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Happy human beings don't play Kreisler’s Liebesleid, Addams.”

Oh. Was that the piece she was playing? How... appropriate. 

“I do not consider myself happy or human, but your curiosity begs the question, why do you know the piece?”

Deflection. What were the lyrics Enid kept singing at godawful hours in their dorm? Ah. Conceal, don’t feel.

“This doesn’t seem like you at all.”.

"And what exactly do I seem like?”

“Like the love of your life is getting married, but not to you.”

Wednesday chuckled darkly but continued to play. Bianca seemed content to listen. No, Enid was not getting married to her and that, decidedly, was best for everyone. Wednesday had long since made peace with it.

The siren often forgot that Wednesday was only human. A formidable and feared outcast, sure, but still quite human though she didn't consider herself as much. It seemed even ravens weren't immune to heartbreak. The piece ends and Bianca feels her own heart clench painfully at the sad smile on Wednesday’s face. 

“You’re many things, Wednesday, but you’re not a coward. You still have at least a few hours to tell her.”

“There is nothing to tell, Bianca. I was simply passing the time.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When have I never?”

“Today’s a good a day as any to start being wrong, Wednesday.”

Wednesday knew Bianca easily saw through her poker face, but there wasn’t much she could say to keep the siren from pushing. It would be best to reply with silence. It was fortunate that Enid walked into the room when she did.

“Hi, girls!”

The dour mood immediately changed thanks to the sunny werewolf and Bianca quickly followed her lead. What was that saying? You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink?

“Enid, did you know Wednesday could play?”

“The piano? Oh yeah and she’s really good! She always plays me a few songs whenever I visit the Addams’ Manor during our breaks.”

Bianca raised an eyebrow and all but gloated in front of Wednesday upon hearing this little snippet of information she so conveniently kept under wraps. She never should have even asked. Enid always spent a few weeks over the year at the Addams’ manor. Personally invited by Wednesday and/or her family. Of course the werewolf knew about Wednesday’s apparent ability to master just about any instrument. 

“Why aren’t  you preparing?” Wednesday intervened as the blonde werewolf sat beside her on the stool, close enough that they were pressed against each other even though there was plenty of space on each side.

She was now dressed in what seemed to be a loose, white dress that ended at her knees, blonde hair softly dried and with the new bracelet very noticeable on her wrist. Along with the engagement ring from Ajax, of course.

“They said they’d prepare me last. Divina is first up. Yoko is taking a bath so I think Bianca’s next. They took a few photos but they said I’m free until then.”

The siren eyed the way Enid’s hands started pressing down on the keys. Wrist up and loose as her fingers flew about the piano. Another piece Bianca recognized. Salut D’Amour.

“Didn’t know you could play, too.” Bianca leaned in slightly.

Wednesday and Enid certainly looked good together. She couldn’t keep convincing herself otherwise as Wednesday liked to do to herself and everyone else. Ajax was a good guy, but how did he ever hope to match up to this?

Only Enid Sinclair could enthrall Wednesday Addams like this. Like she plucked the moon from the sky and gave it to the raven when all she was really doing was playing the piano.

“Wednesday taught me.” Enid smiled at her as she continued playing, even giving the raven a slight nudge to get her to join in.

“Really?” Bianca inquired.

“Yes. Enid was certainly dedicated to learn some sort of music during our last two summers at Nevermore.”

“Why? I always thought singing was more your thing.”

“Singing is fun, but I saw Mrs. Addams accompany Wednesday when she played the cello. I thought it would be neat if I could do that for Wednesday, too. Turns out I still need to put in a few more years of practice for that.”

“That’s not true. You’ve accompanied me plenty.”

“I don’t think it counts as plenty when I only learned on piece, Wends. I was only able to play so much because you practiced with me for hours every day during those summers.”

Well, Wednesday could argue that it did, in fact, count. Their rendition of Salut D’Amout was certainly nothing to scoff at. She'd personally witnessed the effort Enid put into learning to play. There were days she would not stop until Morticia encouraged her to rest or Wednesday invited her for a walk.

“I think I’ll go make sure Yoko hasn’t fallen asleep in the bath. I’ll come get you when it’s your turn, Enid.”

Bianca gave them a small smile before walking away. Enid gave her a quick thumbs up and Wednesday nodded and gave her what seemed like a grateful look. It was hard to tell.

Saluit D’Amour was literally French for “Hello, my love.”

Enid and Wednesday apparently accompanied each other for Salut D’Amour. A piece originally written as the composer’s gift to his future wife for their engagement. 

They were even dressed in black and white and Bianca would have been blind not to notice the matching Es on Enid’s new bracelet and Wednesday’s signet ring. It made no sense and at the same time it made so, so much sense.

Bianca could only conclude one thing. They were hopeless.

She wasn’t one to interfere, though. Maybe a little bit? At least?

Sure, this was something they had to figure out by themselves, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask the hired photographer to take a few candid shots of Enid and Wednesday at the piano.

For... the wedding album. Surely.

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Date With Death master post

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All the chapters are in the master post up there!

This fic is really just me indulging myself. I’ve always been an angst writer because it’s very easy to draw from heartbreak. I can’t promise any consistency but I have ideas in mind that I will certainly be writing out. Still on the fence about making an AO3 account. I love reading and discussing in comments, though, so I might actually make an account.

I linked Liebesleid and Salut D’Amour. Try to start listening once the piece is mentioned in the fic. It adds angst, I promise!

Saluit D’Amour isn’t a beginner piece but for the sake of the plot, let’s say Enid managed to accompany Wednesday by the end of that summer. I’ve read the sheet music for the piano and it would take a lot of practice for a beginner but it’s very doable.

Also, watch how the women in the video play. I imagine Enid and Wednesday’s movements to be about the same. 

And yes I got Liebesleid from watching YLIA. It’s Kousei’s rendition in the anime. Go watch it, too, if you haven’t already! Full of angst.

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wenclair fanfic #wenclair fanfiction #angst #wenclair angst #addams #addams family curse #yoko tanaka #divina #bianca barclay

[freetheshit-outofyou]

I have kept my opinions on the attack on Israel to myself for a reason, but this shit right here is happening in schools at all levels. I have no issue with the Palestinian people, for all I know they are good, honest people. Where my line of separation is, is people who support groups whos primary targets are unarmed civilians, who commit atrocities mainly against civilians, and take civilian hostages. I do however have issue with civilian populations who cry victim, who have not stood up to the terrorist's that took power in 2007 and they have done almost nothing to fight power from them. When you do nothing to improve where you are and accept the yoke the terrorists have put on you while blaming Israel for all your ills you have become a huge part of the problem. If you support groups that primarily target civilians becasue they are easy to shoot, because their deaths put pressure on the governments you want removed and becasue you need hostages to make money you are a fucking terrorist and there should be no place safe for you in the world. If you are a person who supports such groups you should never know a day of peace in your life, I don't care if you support one or more of the groups listed below or some other groups that wants to kill and burn (KKK, neo-Nazi, Moorish Sovereign Citizens) civilians as an ends to a means get the fuck out of here. I hold no allegiance to Israel, the Jewish side of my family ended in German, post-WWII. (Running joke in our family is during WWII my family hated itself.) None of us have ever picked up the faith since immigration, so I have no dog in the religious fight. Where my fight is, is with people who can't act as decent humans. I will always fight those who attack civilians for not other reason than they are easy targets, mostly unarmed targets becasue the terrorist are to cowardous to fight as professional Soldiers. I will always fight those kinds of fuckers. This is a short list of Palestinian terrorist groups some new some old, if you support them fuck you and I hope you die a long slow painful death. As a matter of fact of you support any group that's primary function is terror fuck you and I hope you die a very slow very agonizing death. I say this knowing my Karma can handle it.

Abdullah Azzam Brigades

Abu Ali Mustafa Brigades

Abu Nidal Organization

Aknaf Bait al-Maqdis

Al-Nasser Salah al-Deen Brigades

Alliance of Palestinian Forces

Al-Aqsa Martyrs' Brigades

Arab Liberation Front

As-Sa'iqa

Democratic Front for the Liberation of Palestine

Fatah al-Intifada

Fatah al-Islam

Force 14

Free Palestine Movement

Hamas

Izz ad-Din al-Qassam Brigades

Jaljalat

Jenin Brigades

Lions' Den (militant group)

Liwa al-Quds

Al-Najjada

National Resistance Brigades

Palestine Liberation Army

Palestine Liberation Organization

Palestinian Freedom Movement

Palestinian Liberation Front

Palestinian Liberation Front (Abu Nidal Ashqar wing)

Palestinian National and Islamic Forces

Palestinian Popular Struggle Front

Palestinian Popular Struggle Front (1991)

Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine

Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine – General Command

Popular Resistance Committees

Al-Quds Brigades

Galilee Forces

Sabireen Movement

Sons of Zouari

Tanzim I was 15 when the PLO/PLF killed Leon Klinghoffer, a Jewish American man, and threw him overboard off the Italian ship Achille Lauro. Some shit you just don't forget.

#me