#yeesh. that’s a thought that scares me

[theloveinc]

More professor drama? 👀

yes. and boy did it break. my. heart :) ...

I'm in a math class, right? And it's catered towards non-majors who're just looking to fulfill a specific credit so we don't have to pay to test out. and i'm HELLA bad at math but i really enjoy this class b/c the teacher and TA are so helpful and kind and i'm actually learning etc. etc.

anyway, out of the blue my counselor (who is unrelated to math AT ALL) reaches out to schedule a reflection on the class with the head of my grad department (and would not tell me why)... only to postpone the meeting for two weeks, and THEN TELL ME I'VE BEEN BEHAVING POORLY IN MY CLASS???? not grades related, BEHAVIOR RELATED.

and so i'm fucking like, stunned and confused, i keep asking what i've done, why isn't the actually prof. talking to me, what i need to do, etc. and no one tells me shit until i'm literally SOBBING on this zoom meeting because apparently i'm being punished??

and finally i guess i cry hard enough for them to believe it was all unintentional and i DON'T know what they're talking about, and they fucking. tell me that i've been asking "too many questions" such that the whole class is distracted AND that i've been refusing to work with the TA (which isn't even true?????) ...

which is ridiculous bc the professor himself has NEVER mentioned to me that i ask for help too much, and i've been working with the TA since the beginning of the class???????

so i'm completely fucking blindsided by this bc i genuinely. LOVED. this class, so to find out I'VE BEEN A PROBLEM IS REALLY DEVASTATING.

and i go to email my teacher and ta apologies, just reflecting on like, how sorry i am my behavior came across so poorly and etc. AND ESSENTIALLY THEY JUST CONFIRM THAT I WAS A HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS. like my profs response, deadass, is "how classy of you to parlay.." LIKE WTF?????

and this whole. fucking time. i genuinely had absolutely no clue. NONE.

#and everyone i explain this to tells me it's super wacko that happened #bc either the prof should've told me or the advisors should've warned me #so it was just weird all the way around bc i thought my professor reported that i was scared for my grade #turns out he reported that i take up too much time asking for help with problems #which like. wtf am i supposed to do #and my advisor is like ' well we just want u to use this as a learning experience in case u ever have a student who demands all ur attentio #and im genuinely just like. I WAS BEING HELPED. I WANT TO HELP STUDENTS LIKE THAT. its just so weird that #i thought i was showing gratitude and friendship only for everyone to like. lowkey think im rude ... for asking for help #it's insane... i truly can't figure out if i'm at fault and if i am how can i change??? #i dont even want to go to class now #anyway if u read all this... god bless u #but yeesh its a lot #and yea i just ended up sorta crying the rest of the day bc i loved that prof so much and i feel a little betrayed #sigh #caitie answers #anon

[h0ney-mochi]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request Scara and how he’d react or help reader on their period? This can be headcannons or a small little one shot . Feel free to be creative with it :)

Scaramouche x afab!reader ;; no pronouns mentioned

SFW CONTENT (fem!reader / afab!reader, reader is on their period, Scara is a little confused)

Summary: Hc's/scenario of when Scaramouche finds out you're on your period. Well. You explained it to him.

A/n: sorry for the wait nonnie!! But thank you for being patient ahhhhhh... Thank you for this <33 periods suck ass, good luck to those who r on it !!!! Yeesh... starting to get back into writing, hi 🫶

In my opinion, this guy is most definitely confused at first. But once Scaramouche's got some of his questions answered, he's rather caring. As long as you don't plan on dying on him.

He's confused when he first sees the sight of you curled up, hands on your stomach. Probably asks you what you're trying to do, what's wrong with you until a few sudden thoughts occur.

You're in pain. . . ? You're in pain.

Then he's next to you in an instant, eyes darting all over you. He's asking you what's wrong again, what happened, are you dying??

He's worried, definitely. There's bits of annoyance, frustration too since, well.. for the love of the Archons, don't leave him right now.

But after maybe a few seconds, when you think you're well enough to finally respond, you speak to him. Scaramouche listens, some relief that you're.. fine..? Wait-

"..You're telling me you're bleeding— every month?"

He is still rather confused on that and so he tries to understand. Most of it. So you explain some things, cracking some jokes that the Gods must hate you if they're giving you cramps (which he does not find amusing)

You think you're done with the explanation, slightly apologizing for.. scaring him? Worrying him? And say you'll go to the bathroom for the obvious reasons.

He's still wrapping his mind around it. Decides to do more research on that, because he hates the sight of you clutching your stomach in pain.

Next day he's with you, demands you to tell him what you want. You're confused, because, well.. he can't make your period dissapear magically— so you just shrug, speaking with a nervous smile "A heating pad would be nice..? Chocolate..?"

Of course you'd say something like that. After all, he did use an hour or more of his time to figure out ways to help you. Later that day you're met with sweets that you desired (he didn't go after them, of course not. God forbid him buying sweets for you.. *buys the sweets*)

Would make tea for you. Either bitter how he likes it (if he knows you don't mind the taste) or sweet, if that's more to your liking. Despite not being keen on sugary, sweet things, he'll get it for you. If it helps.

He'll try to be nicer, since now he knows that when you're at that time of the month, you're a little different, sometimes more emotional. Doesn't entirely mean he'll drop his attitude or sassy remarks. You'll just hear a little less of them.

Probably finds out first if you've ran out of pads or tampons. You go to bed, making a mental note to go to the store tomorrow, yet when you wake up and go to the cabinet, you see the packages you needed to buy..

He doesn't admit he bought them for you. Probably says that you're forgetful, since you did say you're a little different on your period.

Scara hates seeing you like this. When you're having cramps, when you're in pain. So he hopes this will end soon.

I mean.. he's not alone since you're hoping the same!

Thank you for the order, hope it suits your taste, dear ♡

© h0ney-mochi 2023 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32

He catches Eddie’s eye. Eddie shakes his head slowly, and Steve understands his meaning: don’t make it obvious.

Steve gives him a short nod, then his attention is arrested by Tommy, who’s storming up to him. “Harrington.”

“Hagan.”

Tommy’s eyes narrow. “He turn you fag or something?”

Steve laughs, loud and bold, and claps Tommy on the shoulder. “You’re funny,” he says, then quieter, “especially for how many times I’ve caught you staring at me.” He steps back and grins at Tommy, who’s white and rapidly turning red. “I never-”

“Oh, that’s right,” Steve says amiably. “It was Nathan, wasn’t it? Who you couldn’t keep your eyes off of. Does Carol know?”

Tommy comes at him swinging, and Steve barely dodges in time. “Yeesh, touchy. Guess it must be true, then. Y’know, you could talk to her about it. She might be down.”

Tommy swings again, and this time his knuckles catch Steve’s bottom lip. “Dammit,” he sighs, wincing when he tastes blood. “I was doing so good, too.” He moves to the side just as Tommy rushes him again, nudging him just the slightest bit to let his momentum carry him forward and onto his knees. He mentally thanks Nancy and physics homework, which isn’t really a sentence he ever thought he’d say.

“Okay, okay, break it up,” the gym teacher says, pulling Tommy up and glaring at both of them. “Do I want to know what’s going on?”

Their gym teacher, Mr. Craigs, is a forty-something-year-old veteran with the look in his eye to prove it. Anyone with a brain was at least a little bit scared of him.

“No, sir,” Steve says politely. “Sorry for causing a disturbance.”

He can feel Tommy seething with anger beside him. Mr. Craigs turns his gaze on Tommy, and Steve’s a little surprised he doesn’t start vibrating. “No. Sorry, sir,” Tommy grits out.

“Lets keep it that way,” Mr. Craigs orders, and both boys nod. “And Harrington, go wash that blood off.”

Steve wipes his lip. “Sorry, sir,” he says, and turns to do just that.

Somehow Eddie’s made it back to the locker rooms already, because he had time to find a rag and wet it before Steve walks in. He hands it over and stares as Steve dabs at his lip. “You’re kind of an idiot,” he says finally.

Steve snorts. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Eddie sighs. “You’re also really brave. I don’t know that I’d have the guts to drop my friends like that.”

“The difference between us is your friends are good people,” Steve says, moving the rag and staring at himself in the mirror, replacing it when more blood seeps out. “My friends are dicks.”

Eddie just smiles at him. “Not anymore.”

Steve grins back, even though it stings. “Not anymore.”

“Still bleeding?” Eddie asks, inclining his head towards Steve’s lip. “You feeling dizzy at all? Maybe I should escort you to the nurse.”

Steve grins as Eddie does. “I think you might be right,” he says. “How many fingers’re you holding up, six?”

“Doesn’t sound right,” Eddie says seriously. “Might need to get you checked out.”

“Probably so,” Steve agrees. “Might need you to walk me back to class after.”

Eddie put a hand to his chest. “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything differently!”

They collapse in giggles, Steve quickly sobering with a hiss when it re-opens the wound. “Dammit,” he mutters.

Eddie looks around then quietly asks, “Need me to kiss it better?”

Steve inhales sharply, studying Eddie for a second. “I think so,” he whispers. “Might be the only thing that helps it now.”

Eddie smiles nervously and steps forward. “We’ll have to be quick,” he says apologetically. “No one should come in, but…”

“We never know,” Steve agrees. “I know.”

“Okay then,” Eddie says, and steps forward, placing a few soft fingers on Steve’s cheek, tilting his head down just a bit until their lips brush, once, twice, three times until Steve’s had enough and puts a gentle hand on the back of Eddie’s neck, exerting just enough pressure to pull him in the rest of the way.

Immediately his eyes slide shut and he tilts his head to slot their lips together perfectly.

And it really is perfect, he thinks, as he tilts his head the other way, smiling when Eddie moves to follow him.

He pulls back with a gasp and grins when Eddie’s eyes flutter open. “You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, loving the smirk that curves Eddie’s lips up.

“Me?” Eddie asks. “I think you’re describing yourself.”

Steve suddenly giggles. “We’re doing a terrible job of waiting.”

Instead of laughing along, Eddie’s expression shutters. “Sorry,” he murmurs, tilting his head down and taking a step back. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Hey, no,” Steve says, reaching out and brushing Eddie’s arm with his fingers. “I wanted that, okay? I could’ve said no and you would’ve respected it. I’m not upset about it at all. I, uh, actually wish we weren’t somewhere as public as we are.” He blushes at the admission and Eddie’s raised brow in response.

“Yeah? You gonna take me home? Show me the full Harrington experience?”

“Shit, man,” Steve laughs, “what experience, I’ve never been with a guy before.”

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#stranger things #if I should stay #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #tommy hagan #*evil laughter* #starambles

[mizz-sea-nymph]

Attention: if you are not @hebemina then I advise you don’t respond to this cause just by that you’ll embarrass yourself by proving my points and being literal proof.

Id like to say that me and her where friends but during the time we where friends she had her weird moments and her alright moments especially when we first met, it wasn’t her acting like the adult it was me, funnily enough I started referring to her as a sister cause that’s what I do when I worry about how a person views me, it was clear I was uncomfortable and got my friend who remember the first encounter and how I reacted to this ask a while back, hell I even asked them how to respond to the ask cause I was in such a panic. When looking at it, I’m genuinely disgusted how she didn’t even apologise or better herself, everyone keeps saying she’s better but she isn’t and it’s really sad how harmful it is especially to the people she spoke with that she made uncomfortable.

(She was drunk and I was mortified and didn’t even know how to respond so I danced around it I’ll admit that but thing is she didn’t even apologize)

Now it’s hard to show this from the past cause of personal stuff but since some people already know about it I guess I just gotta grow some balls. I’m showing this from the past cause I came across it a while ago and got disgusted, I was a child and I was mortified so much so I asked my friends how to respond to it and was so ashamed and embarssed I thought I deleted this but luckily didn’t cause one can realize how horrid this is. What’s funny is a DECENT AND SENSITIVE AND CARING PERSON would apologise! You never apologized Mina! and this wasn’t the first time you got weird with me! Seriously! Atleast have the decency to say sorry! But not just this you’ve many times turned our platonic and happy convos to something straight up weird, I ended up deleting many on my blog cause of unlike you I feel embarrassed!

I went through a hard year and having someone like this disturb me online was the icing on the cake but of course I was too embarssed and scared to say anything about it cause I feared I’d be yelled at, by your followers, yeah allot of you made me not even want to stand up for myself and say “what you are doing is rubbing me the wrong way” despite her knowing my age, and despite me reminding her constantly at that time I kept saying “haha I’m in high school”. So to the people reading this, dont make her seem like she Dosent know the age of her followers cause she lurks, she lurks around even accounts she has now ignored just cause said acount has a different opinion then her.

Thought I didn’t notice? I easily noticed how you and @hanaiikiki or whatever TF her name is now stopped talking to me as a whole and started ignoring my existence, even when I was geniunely trying to be nice etc, you stopped when I voiced my opinion about Loki, Hana going as far as telling people she Dosent know me (girl I got ears everywhere, when I heard this I was shocked cause I thought we where good!) despite me clearly stating as a continuation I don’t care what anyone likes and Dosent like it’s the VICTIM BLAMING, that’s wrong and also rly weird. So I don’t understand why both of you would let a fictional character come between a nice mutual friendship, especially you Hana I geniunely liked talking to you I liked talking mythology and liked sending you asks, you where really nice and kind with me and didn’t weird me out like Mina but it’s clear you have no self identity what so ever. But of course, no worries! I have no need for you! I know who my people are and aren’t and you aren’t one of em that’s for sure. As for Mina, yeesh girl yeesh that’s all I got when it comes to this, cause again no self respect self shame or friendship is magic in this case, but then again you’re no use of me either so I’ll say I’m glad you don’t speak to me anymore cause you creeped me out many times :)

just cause someone hides behind a cute kind persona dose not always mean that’s what they are on the inside dishonesty is sm. I’m honestly so dissapointed so many here defend her and say she’s changed instead of her saying she has, let her speak for herself if she’s so much so as the adult she claims to be.Let her speak cause I’m amazed how everyone walks eggshells around her cause she’s “sensitive” that is a insult to sensitive people as a whole.

I’m not going to mention who cause I want them to rest easy cause they are dear to me and what they experienced today breaks my heart they’re so sweet and didn’t deserve any of this, but when Mina apologized to them, Mina used the excuse of “I didn’t know you where a minor” despite her MENTONING THEIR AGE! Everyone knows people that know what they’re doing use that excuse, they lie, they will always go with this excuse, don’t get offended and stop reading now Mina I ain’t calling you a pedo, I’m calling you a dumbass, a real big dumbass as a whole for that shit apology and excuse. A victim of harassment Dosent deserve this, and a “sorry” dose not make up for the trauma the victim suffered let alone this type of “sorry”.

(I’m covering the name cause I rly feel bad for who experienced this and believe the poor thing has experienced enough today of all days like good god I don’t even want anyone to comfort me I’m fine! Just show some support and love to this victim cause good god)

there’s a line with senstivity and irresponsibility, and if it weren’t for me sending a respectful i REPEAT a respectful I’m a respectful person that’s how my mama raised me, anon ask saying you shouldn’t interact with minors much cause they’re easy to influenced and they see what you post easily etc etc, the useless “minors do not interact” wouldn’t be there. Oh and it’s hilarious how you have it there and still interact with said minors? Sweetie? It’s not there for show! Lotus? Heldril? Goddamm new comers? Children copy and children get affected! And you’ve clearly traumatized and affected a bunch! If you’re a so called elderly care giver you should know how to care for others that aren’t just you, make it make sense!

Oh and let’s not leave this out the cake. It’s funny how you talk about masturbating in public and how you vent in public, letting literally people who are younger than you be your therapist, or witness you sexting IN PUBLIC keep it in the dms woman! have so shame! This isn’t red lobster you embarrassing yourself! I ain’t slut shaming you cause I’m the queen of sluts, I’ve been called a slut for years and I didn’t even know about it so don’t think I’m slut shaming you. But really How wonderful really! A nurse! Who gose through the struggle of whipping elderly asses for a living! Doesn’t go to a therapist and relays on people decades younger than her! Get a damm therapist! Be ashamed! Seriously take some responsibility!

Not to mention I still remember how people expressed geniune concern for you and you milked it and said “see you on the other side” who says that! I was one of those people! I actually worried? But I woke up and realized what the fuck is this? Are you serious??? Some of these people who are worried for you are younger by years?? Some even minors?! Get a grip??! Where’s the responsibility?? It’d be better to write about your horny thoughts on a blog strictly for NSFW! I deadass told you to in the anon ask cause you need to be responsible! And dont you dare post a “im sorry 🥺” post! I know your type and I know them well! Just by that post where you explained yourself about the whole issue of you saying you want to make out with a minor, says allot. You didn’t address the issue! You just said it’s okay to hate you! You didn’t even defend yourself! Well for one Mina, I don’t hate you, I just hate the way you act,behave and your personality as a whole because that “sorry” will never cut the anxiety and horrible memory as a whole, be ashamed a bit, it’s not funny to make everything sexual and as a adult you should understand that.

What you did to those mods and roleplayers? I’m still speechless and have Vietnam flashbacks when it comes to the public sexting good god, atleast as if it’s okay to do NSFW and sent a literal pic of you bust? I know dirty I’m the QUEEN of dirty that hand on your top pulling the shirt a little lower shocked me so much my eyebrows left to Saturn and had a baby with the planet! I’ve got eyebrow planet grandkids now that’s how shocked I was. Not to mention the mod was 19 you are literally a decade older girl- tf is this lore Olympus? I know you like lore Olympus but girl lore Olympus is lowkey shit no offence. Honestly no wonder the mod stopped roleplaying and deleted the acounts cause good god girl- atleast have the decency to ask?

It’s really funny! Just a big joke really!

I for one was a friend with yo!u until I realized your true colors, I’m disappointed and consider this pathetic. I used to think you were nice and kind but I was met with dissapointment you genuinely disappointed me, hurt me and not only me but many others, don’t beat yourself about it just accept the fact that you did and just remove yourself from said minors and ACTUALLY BE RESPONSIBLE, before you hurt even more people.

As for the ones reading this,

You all know me and I’m pretty sure this is shocking seeing me a person here on tumblr call out the so called sweet Mina but honestly, people! nobodies perfect! Are you kidding me?? Get it through your skulls! She isn’t perfect and I’m not saying to hate her I’m saying to stop treating her like a child! when actual children here are being harmed! I’ve seen minors on here who deadass have been affected by her! And nobody I say nobody! don’t you dare say she didn’t know what she was doing that’s a insult to the victims and disgusting in general.

Also it’s not the ror fandom that’s changing, this has nothing to do with ror, to anyone reading this know this, it’s the Mina fandom that’s changing, not the ror fandom I’ve been in the ror community long before her and if sm was changing I’d know.

I’m deadass saying this despite me being a decade younger then Mina, I’m not saying this as a friend, not as a friend cause I don’t see you as that anymore and will never will ever again, im saying this as a person who’s going to be honest with you,

Keep it real

Enough of this self cantered,narcissistic ,immature, shameful,irresponsible and selfish behavior, you should be able to expect opinions like this, stop hiding behind your followers and say what you have in mind Mina and DONT dance around the issue, I read your “apology” post when the Heldirl issue raised to light, you didn’t even talk about the issue in hand, you just said it’s okay to hate you! Three paragraphs!! don’t dance around this, and you know what, Don’t even respond if you plan on doing that, cause that just proves the point.

Just know I don’t respect you not just cause of you being weird in the past with me but also with others specifically others I care about, so don’t come crying to me cause I geniunely don’t care I know these types of etiquettes, a sorry will never cut shit like I said so call me a cruel bitch idc ig it’s fair 🤷🏻‍♀️ just know I DONT respect you one bit,good day.

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idk who tf else to tag aaaa 💀 but yeah that’s my take on all of this respect me hate me I don’t care I rather be hated for who tf I am then who I pretend to be and who I am is a person to keeps it real 🤨

#ror #snv #idk what to tag 🧍‍♀️

[salt-blog]

Season 5 WWDITS Meta

Guillermo gained a lot of confidence by the season 4 finale, and immediately lost it in s5ep1. He's definitely regressed back to season 1.

Guillermo had progressed to a point where he was able to fight back against Nandor's continuous rejection of him (he said "okay, not yeesh" when Nandor complained about having to think about Guillermo while using his dick). This season, he pulls out a chair instead of sitting in the booth beside Nandor at the restaurant. He's back to accepting Nandor's rejection.

But Nandor won't be nicer to him for it, since he treats Guillermo much better when he stands up for himself (gave up his Freddie when Guillermo blew up at him about it). He definitely doesn't encourage Guillermo to be assertive, but he does love it, even if it scares him. (Maybe because it scares him.)

Guillermo thought he had to become a vampire to earn the vampires' respect. However, there are plenty of humans that they treat much better than Guillermo, and they treat the Guide like shit, even though she's a vampire. Nadja, Laszlo, and Nandor are bullies, and they target Guillermo because he doesn't fight back, not because he's human.

If he wants the vampires' respect, he's going to have to get his confidence back and become the Alpha Bully in the household.

If he wants Nandor's love, he's going to have to treat him like shit. Nandor falls in love with people who treat him like shit (Gail & Jan) because his love language is negging (s4ep1 "always my friend. By some definition of the word" s3ep8 "despite... your just okay personality, i have come to have some affection for you").

A healthy character arc for Guillermo would be for him to leave the people who bully him, but it's just not that kind of show. I think they're going to get juicy and toxic with it. Guillermo is already starting to get sick of how the vampires treat him (s5ep1 "why do your scenarios about me always involve shit?") & maybe losing those rose-tinted lenses (he doesn't need glasses but chooses to keep them anyway- symbolism of him having the opportunity to stop being in denial but still choosing to be, anyone??) and I think this season will definitely cumulate with a fight between Guillermo and Nandor.

#wwdits season 5 #wwdits s5 #wwdits spoilers #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #wwdits meta

[roxie-roo]

Day 5: Interviews

@majickth it's finally here! Enjoy ! <3

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[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

I've finally managed to sit down and interview a few of the survivors of The Watchers. It's thrilling that they want to talk to me. I'm excited to see what knowledge they'll bring to my investigation, and the insight they can provide. Hopefully, and we're crossing fingers pretty tight here, it'll bring me closer to the answers I want.

I'll update when the interviews are done!

[Transcript of James Tek interview, conducted by GRIAN ████. The following is prohibited from being viewed by the public.]

G: Can you please state your name for the records?

J: Uh,, James- James Tek. Everyone calls me Jimmy..

G: How did you first come across the Watchers?

J: Honestly, it wasn't my choice.. a friend of mine got involved with them... I was in a rough patch, mentally.. it meant a lot that a friend was reaching out, with intentions to help... He introduced me to someone, Exae,, he said they'd be able to help me. If I just gave in.

G: Gave in to what?

J: To Them...

G: The Watchers?

J: .. yeah.. We were marked. Branded... Like that mark you have on your wrist.. Except more scarred over.

G: My wha-... oh... right- uh- continue.

J: It was how we proved that we "gave in" to them. We were lead away from everyone else.. weren't allowed to talk to anyone else... It was terrifying, I was alone-... scared... People tried to contact us, friends, family, our phones were destroyed so we couldn't talk to them. My friend, though? He couldn't see it like that... he thought they were helping. He was blinded by their promises. Until- of course.. that fateful day we escaped. The sacrifice, some guy I didn't know, was murdered. In cold blood... Hah... I guess that snapped him out of it. He helped me and this other guy, Martyn, get out of there... and for our efforts, Martyn got stabbed, and... poor Taurtis got blinded. Literally..

G: -.... did you say his name was Taurtis? The friend you knew?

J: Yeah.. Why- do you know him?

G: Th the name just sounded familiar, that's all- Thank you, Jimmy, that'll be all-

[End of transcript.]

[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

Holy shit... I knew Taurtis was blind, I didn't think this was what happened to him. I know he's still alive and shit, but gods....

Am I in too deep with this?

[Transcript of Martyn Littlewood interview, conducted by GRIAN ████. The following is prohibited from being viewed by the public.]

"Can you please state your name for the records?"

"Martyn Littlewood, frequent visitor of the Hollow. It's almost like having a vacation home.. if vacation homes were in creepy small towns."

"How did you first come across the Watchers?"

"Like I said, I'm not from the Hollow.. But a good friend of mine lived here, so I figured I'd come see him while I was down here. Pix ran the radio station here, Hermit's Hollow Recap.."

"The radio station that burned down?"

"An act of retaliation, I think.."

"For what?"

"Not being a good enough sacrifice. Yeesh.. that sounds harsh now that I say it, huh."

"A tad, yes... tell me more about the sacrifice thing?"

"Well- see the branding here? Yeah- his was... well- less like a branding, more like a birth mark? And- and it glowed, kinda, when he was in the circle! It was freaky as hell.. But, the Watcher Spirit- or whatever they said, I tuned them out, was taking too long to possess him? So they killed him. Right then and there. He tried to fight back, tried to tell them this wasn't fair, but they killed him.... I- I watched my friend get killed.... wow-.. that's.. that's really fucked up, isn't it.."

"Very... I'm so sorry to hear about that.."

"Eh.. But- some guy, Taurtis I think, told us to run. I mean- a lot of good running did me, I got stabbed. Annoying, right? But hey- we got out of there with our lives... even if that poor Taurtis guy got his eyes gouged out- like proper gouged, it was gross, something out of a horror movie-.... sorry, you alright there? You look a bit green 'round the gills."

"I- I'm fine.. that's.. enough questions for now.. Thank you, Martyn.."

[End of transcript.]

[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

I learned something rather interesting, not just about the Watchers, but in the ways that people handle trauma and being questioned about it.

While both clearly were effected by what had happened, Jimmy was more bitter and angry, making biting comments while I asked questions. Meanwhile, Martyn was more lighthearted, and tended to use dark humor to deflect his actual feelings about the events that transpired.

In the end, these interviews at the very least gave me more information about the Watchers, and allowed me to gain a bit more insight into how they have effected people who have managed to escape. This gives me at least a little hope about possibly finding these missing people.

It also presents me with a problem. Jimmy pointed out to me that I now bare the mark of the Watcher's Vessel. I've heard about what happens to these folks and it doesn't sound like fun.

Pixl Riffs, the owner of the HHR station, was.. as Martyn had said, murdered in cold blood. But that was because he "wasn't a good sacrifice". What happens if you are a good sacrifice?

Do I even want to know?

.....

Wish me luck in trying to get this off.

... I'm gonna call Taurtis.. just to check in on him.

[End of transcript.]

#roxie's writing #hermits hollow au #sorry it took so long Magick <:[ #but it's here!

[cottondo]

BUTTERCUP | master shake x reader

— 6. | an ego thing

a/n : I haven’t proof read it enough times yet so I’m sorry I’m advance if there’s errors lmao

  "What you did was irresponsible, rude, and quite frankly, a little immoral!"

 

"Well, what did you expect me to do! You should've known better than to put me in charge. It's anything, it's your fault for not being home!"

"I didn't! I put y/n in charge of the house, and you messed everything up and pissed off meatwad." Frylock crossed his arms, an eye narrowing on Shake.

Yeesh, you really didn't wanna listen to their arguing at your job.

You cringe inwardly, glancing around the small diner to see the few people's gazes starting to focus on your roommate's argument.

"Kay- can we like, not do this here?" You speak up, a little look of annoyance starting to flood your features. "You're gonna get me fired."

"So what? What's a job good for, anyway! You're workin' for the man, and not yourself." Shake looks back to your pleading face.

"Yeah, well, thats how I get to buy things, and live with a roof over my head." You respond, going back to filling up meatwad's glass of orange juice.

Shake looks away. "Pft. Who needs that?"

"Your sorry ass, when he kicks you out!" You gesture towards frylock, who was glaring at shake.

Shake huffs, crossing his arms. He clearly forgot about the situation at hand. "He can't survive without me there. I'm the one that holds that house together, if you hadn't noticed."

Frylock scoffs, and you place the cup of juice back down on the countertop with a little eye roll.

"Right— the minute you leave, is the day I finally get some peace and quiet." Frylock sighs, dulling his eyes.

"You love havin me around!" Shake argues.

Frylock carefully picks up the steaming mug of coffee, and sips it. "Keep it up, Shake. One more slip up, and I'm not gonna feel sorry when your ass ends up on Carl's lawn."

Frylock's tone sounded so done with shake. And rightfully so.

Meatwad side eyed Shake with a little knowing smirk hidden on his face. He took another bite of the chicken tender from his plate.

The look clearly didn't go unnoticed, and shake glares the boy's way. "The hell are you lookin' at?" He asks, leaning over into Frylock's personal space in order to scare Meatwad with a death glare.

Okay, this was going on for too long now.

From under the counter, you dip your fingers in the melted corner of the ice case, and flick it at Shake's face with a little smirk.

He flinches, shooting upward and looking towards you with a look of, 'what the hell was that'.

"Hey!" Shake starts to retort, but you grab his plate and slide it towards you. Oh, he did not like that.

"Leave him alone, and shut up. Eat your food, before I have to take it away." You push it back, leaving him with wide eyes of amusement at your behavior.

Just as he was about to retort, frylock came to the rescue.

He sighs, wiping his face with a napkin, and gives you a thoughtful expression. After all, they were causing a scene at your job. "Everyone, just- - try to behave. It's rude."

"Whatever." Shake shuts up, and meatwad goes back to eating the rest of his meal in a guilty silence.

  "Y/N, what time do you get off your shift?" Frylock asks through an audibly tired voice. He tries to change the conversation, and honestly, you were kinda grateful for it. There was just only so much you could tolerate in one sitting.

"I just gotta finish up those two tables over there, but it won't take me long at all." You respond, a gentle smile on your face.

"I was thinking maybe we should go shopping for some groceries later. It has been a while.." you saw the embarrassment creasing into Frylock's face, so you nod along with a soft smile of reassurance.

Things happen, and life gets in the way. You totally understand how that goes, and choose to empathize with him.

"Sure, yeah. We can do that." You turn your attention to shake and lean your elbows on the counter. "What do you guys want us to pick up from the store?"

Shake smirks a bit, stealing a slight glance down the front of your uniform shirt. It was within seconds that you noticed. "I know what I want, baby—"

"I bet you do." You play along with a light curl of your lip, now earning frylock and meatwad's attention in shock.

"But right now, we need to know what you guys wanna eat for meals and stuff."

You think the last thing that shake was expecting, was for you to enable that situation. He prolly figured you'd just get pissed off, and swat him away. But, his attention was starting to grow on you now, so that wasn't necessarily the case anymore. Why not just let this roll?

Frylock clears his throat, awkwardly, seeing the shocked expression on Shake's face.

He was totally noticing what was up now.

A thought came to Shake as you notice the way his smiles stretches. "Lasagna~! Quattro formaggio," shake makes Italian gestures with his hands. Meatwad grins with amusement, looking up at the male beside him.

"Italian food!"

"I've gotta admit, shake can make a really good lasagna dish." Frylock smiles weakly, holding his cheek in his hand with a tired expression.

"Hell yeah, I do." Shake smiles proudly, eyes drifting up to meet yours. With his arms crossed over his chest, you notice the smug little look of pride he had.

"Carl likes it too. Which is half the reason I make it."

Amused, you crack up a little grin. "You make it for Carl?"

That didn't sound like the Shake you knew. He never did anything for anybody.

Frylock shakes his head. "Don't get the wrong idea. Shake likes to mess with Carl's head. He doesn't actually let him eat any of it."

Confused, you turn to shake for answers.

Shake grins, "I just put that shit on a leash, and let him run. Sometimes he breaks his neck, sometimes he lets me swim in his pool." He shrugs innocently, "It's a win win either way!"

Damn, he was really fucked up for that. But how could you not love that about him—?

"That's messed up," you snicker, taking all three of their empty plates and walking them to the dirty buss pan. "But I'm so here for it."

Shake smiles widely at your response; clearly you piqued his interest. Not just anybody would laugh at the cruel pranks he liked to pull. But you did.

_____________________

 

You peer over Shake's shoulder, an intensifying grin creeping up on your face, as you noticed the little annoyances you've been causing him.

Shake was making up that lasagna dish; something you could only believe if you saw it with your own eyes.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to put together my masterpiece, here!"

You only smirk in a retort. "Shut up, you love it."

"I am pretty hard to stay away from. That's why they call me the chick magnet." He shrugs you off with a nervous smile, and focuses his eyes back down on the sauce he was using. "Now listen- I know that only I can make this taste good, but I'm gonna let you put the cheese on it." He takes a step back, eyeing you. "Since you wanna be apart of this plan."

Wow, he was letting you help him? How thoughtful.

"Don't mess it up! It's a delicacy," His shouting made your ears ring.

"Okay, I got it, Fuck." You snap back. Of course, this only made him glare harder, but whatever. 

Shake was so dramatic, fuck.

Rolling your eyes was the only other proper bodily response you could give, before bumping him aside to place yourself in front of the half prepared lasagna dish. It did look pretty good..

Reaching your hand into the bag of cheese, you begin to sprinkle it around the pasta.

Then, he hands you the other cheeses to put into the pan. "Okay, good. Not as good as what I'd do, but it'll probably be fine." He mumbles, standing over your shoulder.

Dangerously close, you noted.

You turn your head over your shoulder to deadpan him with a look of annoyance, but you couldn't help that butterfly feeling that kept trying to crawl up your throat. Shit.

You caught the feels.

You inhale a soft breath, and look back down to the pasta dish. Just try to ignore him! That was super easy- - right—?

Even though now his hand was reaching in front of you to grab the other cheese— oh shit, his shoulder is totally bumping into yours because he doesn't know personal space even if it whacked him in the face.

"Kay, now what?" You break the silent tension you felt, looking to him. Shake grabs the dish, and throws some seasoning throughout it. "We bake it, then the fun can happen." The smirk was bright and cheery on his face.

"Cool," you chortle.

Shake tosses the pan in the oven, and sets a timer for it. His eyes then set on you, narrowing a little.

You frown, looking up at him. What was he looking at?

"What," Your tone came out a little sour, and you didn't mean for it to. He didn't seem to mind, though.

His gloved hand reaches out, and soon enough, you feel his thumb brushing at your cheek. "You've got sauce on your face, dumbass."

Welp, that's embarrassing.

You can feel the heat in your face rise as he wipes off your cheek, not so gently, and sticks his tongue out with disgust.

"Gee, thanks." You turn away, brushing your cheek off with the back of your arm.

Then, a thought floods it's way back into your head suddenly.

Weren't you supposed to be doing something..? 

"Oh!" You rub your cheek, hoping there wasn't any stain still left on your skin. "I was supposed to post you making that," you pout a bit, gesturing to the fact that he was still supposed to be your fake boyfriend. How could you forget?

He looks at you with a questioning expression. "Huh?"

"Y'know- - My boyfriend made me lasagna," you tease, pulling out the phone from your pocket.

Now it came back to him.

He nods slowly, "Riiight. Right!" Shake smirks proudly, opening up the oven door to crack it. "It's not too late." Heat blows out, and you look inside the crack to see the pan sitting there, trying to bake.

You angle your phone camera on it, but you feel your other hand being grabbed.

What was he doing—?

"C'mere," Looking down, shake forces your hand on the oven door handle, and guides you to grab it. He then puts his hand on top of yours, and holds it. "Come on, take the picture already!"

Your cheeks did that weird thing again where they got all hot and clammy. Shit shit shit.

Oh, and now your heart is speeding up a little? What the fuuuuuck.

You take the picture of your hands on the handle, and smile up at him, though it felt pressured now. "Got it,"

He shuts the door, and suddenly his face was flared up, too. Damn, was he sweating?

"Cool, great, good!" He laughs out, but it sounded awkward. "I bet that asshole thinks I'm sexier than him. Like— what were you even thinking? Going for a guy like that," shake laughs at you. Of course, it was just him turning the situation around onto you again, because why wouldn't he be a narcissist?

You let yourself frown slightly.

"You're too good for him, obviously." Shake then adds onto the statement, though his voice grew a bit more honest. There's another smile lingering in his features when he says that.

Your frown turns upward at him slightly. "Yeah . . I know." Your voice is light; not even defensive, because you knew how shitty you let that guy treat you.

"I know you know!" He says, "If there's one thing I know- it's women. And women want me."

Welp, that ruined the moment.

The smirk on his face was enough to make you laugh at him. In all the time that you've known each other, you didn't see a single girl trying to talk to him. Ever.

If anything, you were the first. And that . . Well, that's saying something.

"Yeah?" You ask through a chortle, "Where are they, then."

Shake quickly frowns with annoyance, and crosses his arms. "Well, obviously they can't come around, if they see you next to me." He defends himself poorly. You shrug in response and laugh a little again.

"Riiight. That makes sense," sarcastically, you nod along to tease him. Does he know you're just teasing him? You weren't sure.

"It does! How else can a hot babe come up to me if I already have one next to me? They'd get jealous, obviously!" Shake rolls his eyes. "And, I don't need any more girl drama. Which is why I keep telling them not to come around anymore,"

His voice was so casual when lying, that it was almost kinda insane.

The other thing insane about that story though, was Shake just called you hot.

Score.

Not that you didn't know that already.

"I knew I was hot," you tease, looking over at him with a little smirk. "Girl drama is literally ridiculous though. You're better off with just me."

His eyes widen a little at your comment. Obviously he took it in the way you meant it.

"Yeah, I probably would be. But y'know, there's still plenty of me to go around." He points his thumbs towards himself, and gives off a cocky smirk.

"Shut up, cup." You laugh him off with a light shove on the shoulder, letting his nickname slip from your mouth. It was something you've picked up from Carl over the years of hangin' around the boys. It never seemed to bother him too much, but you knew he'd prefer a less demeaning name.

"You gotta make me," Shake's smile is innocently bright, and all you can do is stare back with a challenging grin.

Ooh, that was it- -

To your right on the counter, you notice the bowl of pudding Meatwad had left out. When you and Frylock went shopping earlier, you should've expected the two ding bats to go on a binge fest of junk food, because they totally did. They left food out all over the place.

The evil grin on your face was enough to show Shake that you had tricks up your own sleeve.

Not even bothering to care how sticky and slimy it was on your fingers, you dipped your hand into the bowl and quickly smacked the pudding to his face.

The challenge was so on.

His eyes widen, shock taking over his body as the chocolate pudding smears across his cheek and mouth. That was not at all what he expected from you when he meant for you to shut him up.

"Y/N! What the hell!"

You laugh loudly, crouching down in a defense stance as he wipes the chocolate from his face.

"I'll kill you," Without a second thought, Shake lunges towards your laughing figure, hands grabbing yours playfully, and soon you find yourself backed into and trapped against the counter.

With your backside to the cabinets, you look up at him with a pleading smile, still finding it absolutely hilarious that you caught him off his game like that.

"I'm sorry! Shake— I'm sorry, I swear," you wheeze out through laughter, hands up and still being tightly held by Shake's.

"Shoulda thought about that sooner!" His one hand let go of yours, and with one swift movement, snatched the glass of water from the countertop, and splashed it at you with a wild grin.

"Hey!" You squeal out and tense up as the water quickly runs down your cheek and neck.

Game on, bitch.

You push him back as he chuckles under his breath.

"Asshole," There wasn't much time to think it through anymore, so you grab the closest food item to you, and smash it at him. Shake dodged, but it ended up still managing to hit his body anyway.

The two of you now wrestled a bit with each other; hands locked, and push and shoving each other playfully.

Actually, it was probably the most fun you and Shake had together in a long time.

"I swear- - Y/N, if I wasn't letting you win, I'd beat your ass," shake glares up at you from the hold you had on him. You now currently had him pinned down to the floor of the kitchen, food everywhere, sitting on his back. The smirk you had on your face was beaming with amusement as your tilt your head down at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, letting me win? I own your ass right now."

He grunts, dulling his irritated eyes up at you. "I'm only going easy on you because you're a broad!"

"Pfft— yeah, right. You couldn't beat me if you tr—" the wind almost gets knocked out of you when you suddenly find yourself being flipped over with your back to the floor. Shake smirks, and now holds you down by sitting on you.

"Ugh, oh my god, fatass, get off me!" You wheeze out, glaring up at him. His prideful smile was enough to let you know that, okay, maybe he was sorta letting you win earlier.

"It's muscle weight! And don't smack me with pudding, then maybe I would!" He declares, eyes narrowing now as the pressure of his gloved hands holds your arms down to the floor at shoulder height.

"I'm sorry," You pout playfully up at him, wiggling your wrists out of his grasp, but not to much use.

"Not good enough!" He says. "I think it's time you learned not to mess with the master~!" Shake was totally not bluffing anymore, and you knew he was unhinged enough to actually hit you, or throw more food at your face- which you didn't want.

So, you flinch, wincing up at him.

"Truce!"

Managing to speak with half of his body weight sitting on top of you was actually so hard to do.

"Wait— Is this the part where I kiss you?" He asks, in the dumbest, most casual way only shake could manage.

"Oh my god," you groan. With some thought behind it, you manage to flip yourself to your side, and kick him off you. Shake lands beside you on the floor, and you remember not to take breathing for granted.

You slowly rise up to a sitting position, and glare look at him. "Lose some weight."

Shake glares up at you, and switches to a sitting position as well. "I can't help that my muscles are too big! You're just too weak to handle the weight." The narcissism rolls off his tongue so smoothly. Shake was always good at turning situations or facts around on other people. It was sort of like a really fucked up gift.

You stand to your feet, brushing off any leftover food that clung to you.

"Want me to pin you to the floor again?" Your threat only made his smile grow, and you could imagine why.

"No, because I'm always on top!" His smile stretched, and you roll your eyes at him. "Haha! Boom! Someone should be writing these down,"

The timer on the oven dings, alerting the both of you.

Whoops, you totally forgot all about the lasagna in the oven during all this play fighting.

"Come on, honey, let's go offer our neighbor some food~" you stand to your feet, and hold out a hand for him. Shake stares at it before locking eyes with you, and smirking.

His hand grabs yours, and stands to his feet.

Pulling you into him, shake wraps an arm around your shoulder and smiles. "A little taste of Italy, right to his door. He should be paying us!"

You lean into his hold and find yourself smiling up at him. "Once we get to use his pool, it'll all be worth it!"

Shake laughs and let you go. "As long as I get to see you in a hot bikini, babe."

#master shake #athf shake #athf #frylock #meatwad #athf frylock #aqua teen hunger force #carl brutananadilewski #aqua teen forever #master shake x reader #shake x reader

[teammateswap-au]

✦ TIMELINE ✦

(I'm still ironing out the kinks so not everything is here.)

✦ PRE PRE CHAPTER 1

(baby era [preteens?])

✧ Susie moves away from Hometown

> Feel like this is a good point to start off with. Self explanatory.

✧ 4 5 19 19 Disappearance

> Self explanatory. Happened near the time Susie moved away. Almost right afterwards.

✧ The Spelling Bee

> Noelle and Berdly are the 2 semi finalists of this year’s Spelling Bee like every year. However, this time it doesn’t go to well for either of them.

✦ PRE CHAPTER 1

(they’re their current age now [15-16])

✧ Susie meets _______

> Miserable and desperate for any company, Susie clicks on a link in her spam email that leads to a chatroom. There, she meets a new friend.

zomb notes : Though this is technically “pre pre chapter 1”, this happens closer to “pre chapter 1” so… it’s here.

✧ Susie moves back into Hometown

> After years of not seeing each other, Susie and Kris catch up. (…well not yet anyways.) This happens a month before Chapter 1.

✧ “Are we still friends? Do you still like me?”

> Susie and Kris haven’t seen each other in years. They (mostly Susie) question if the other still is fond of them. Though they still hang with each other, the thought still lingers in the back of their minds.

✧ Susie and Noelle’s “Meet Cute”

> Noelle introduces herself to the new girl, Susie. It’s a very awkward thing for the both of them. Susie being incredibly shy (for multiple reasons) and Noelle not knowing how to interact with Susie’s anxiety. She assumes Susie is scared of her and tries her best to not scare her off in the future.

✧ Susie gives Noelle her a pencil

> Noelle is in need of an extra pencil and Susie gives her one. She asks Noelle to keep it and she does.

✧ Susie and Berdly “Talk”

> Susie stands up to Berdly after being bullied by him multiple times. No one got hurt but they… don’t feel too good about the interaction.

zomb notes : The last two points happen a few days a part from each other.

✦ CHAPTER 1

✦ CHAPTER 2

zomb notes : Nothing too major is different when it comes to the main chapters. Will edit post later on to be more specific.

✦ POST CHAPTER 2

✧ Susie and Berdly Make Up

> Self explanatory. They meet each other near the lake and talk about what happened between them.

✧ Noelle Fills Susie In

> Since nobody else told Susie about 4 5 19 19’s disappearance because they were (in Noelle’s words) “too cowardly” to, Noelle told her what happened. In detail.

zomb notes : Nothing afterwards is canon. Anything else is for the shits and giggles unless stated otherwise (like the Sadie Hawkman’s dance for example). It’ll be added on this timeline (yeesh if I remember that is LOL).

#✦ ABOUT AU ✦ #✦ ZOMB SPEAKS - AU RAMBLING ✦ #{ AND I DIDN’T POST THIS EITHER SORRY AAAAHHH }

[negative-speedforce]

spooky/autumn prompts for anyone! #s 2, 3, 11, 12, 16 :)

Prompt 16: “Yeah, that spray hair color isn’t coming out anytime soon.”

With: @vexic929's Eoland and my Siv

"You! You did this!" Eoland came running from the bathroom. "Why is my hair still pink?"

Siv stood up, taking a look at the older speedster's hair. "Yeah, that spray hair color isn't coming out anytime soon. I guess you'll either have to enjoy having pink hair while it lasts, or dye it some other color. It's not my fault that your hair's so light that your lack of eyebrows matches your lack of soul."

"I can't believe I agreed to your idiotic 'Halloween' traditions." Eoland growled "And if you speak to me again like that, you insufferable brat, I could kill you where you stand."

Siv rolled her eyes. "I'm still not scared of you. Chill. I can fix your hair, if you want. I used to dye my hair all the time. I had red hair in middle school, blue hair in sophomore year, and then I did strawberry blonde until I cut it short."

"Fine. Fix it, now."

"Not until you say the magic word." Siv said.

"No." Eoland glared at Siv.

"That's not it. Try, 'please'."

"I'm not doing that." Eoland replied.

"Then I guess Barbara's going to laugh at you and she'll never take you seriously once she sees your pink hair."

Eoland winced, the thought of Barbara's smirk driving her decision. "Fix my hair- please." She tacked on the final phrase in a quick mumble, ashamed of daring to stoop so low.

"There we go." Siv went into the bathroom. "I'm not going to be able to get you back to your original white, but I can at least do something more natural, so you don't look like the pathetic, unreasonable clown that you are."

"Just make it fast."

"Fast is my middle name-" Siv came back into the living room with a box of light brown hair dye and a chair. "-well, actually, it's Alessandra, but it might as well be."

"Stop talking and get to work."

Siv put on a pair of plastic gloves. "Yeesh, okay, fine. Don't worry. Your hair will be un-pink soon."

#ask revan #oc shit #vexic :D #other people's ocs #revan writes

[pinkandpurple360]

Rewriting the Seeing Stars ending to be less disgusting and victim blamey (Loona and Vias conversation) 💜🤍

Via: Oh yeah he cares so much that’s why you’re here instead of him he couldn’t be bothered to show up himself. He’s too busy screaming at my mum. Why does he hate her more than he loves me?

Loona: (Sigh) Kid, I’m so sorry he’s not here. I don’t know what’s going on for you but I can see it’s hard. It’s shitty and it’s unfair to get dragged in to grown ups bull shit. I really thought he’d be here by now, he even came to the human world with us after…threatening my dad. I wasn’t really scared of him but it seems like he was blaming us instead of himself. And he just ran off when my dad was taken away somewhere even though he can fucking handle himself. Now that I think about it, me and my dad have been doing ALL the work to find y—shit I’m not helping am I? Fuck sorry this is just, kinda hard. It’s not really my business but you clearly need help. Has he, ever taken account for anything he’s done?

Via, head buried in her hands: Oh what like taken the blame? Without crying or making it about himself? Not really. He usually waits until me or mum are screaming at him before he bothers paying attention to how anybody else feels. And wow big surprise there chasing your dad around and making the little people do all his dirty work through intimidation. And he has the nerve to cry about his own mistreatment. He’s the most powerful figure in the house for fuck sake. S-Sorry I didn’t mean to swear…

Loona: Damn that’s annoying. And babe I think you’ve earned a curse or two. There’s nothing worse than people ignoring your feelings. ESPECIALLY when you’re a kid. You just get labelled as having an “attitude problem” And then they have the nerve to act all shocked when you finally snap?

Via, laughing: Yep! “Wow sweetie I didn’t realise you actually meant it when you said you were upset at me twenty times!” Maybe he’ll start giving me anger management. Even though as you’ve seen, his temper is the real scary shit. Nothing compared to my mom or me.

Loona: Yeesh! He’s never…you know, hurt you or your mom righ—

Via: Oh Satan no. Thankfully not. He’s too much of a wimp. He just attacks the imps instead.

Loona: Wow, sounds like a fuckin coward if you ask me.

Via, uncomfortable: They…both do it. I just try to ignore it but…it’s just confusing how some imps are people to him and some are just..toys. Honestly, my mums the one who lets herself go too far. Shes been pissed about the affair but it’s no excuse to try and smack somebody. I just wish she’d fucking apologise once, that either of them would fucking apologise. But, not a bit of me is scared of either of my parents in..that sense. My uncle is really creepy though…and nobody notices.

Loona, scared for her: Wait WHAT?? That sounds like a problem—

Via: It’s just how he is I guess? I mean..he treats women the same way my dad treats yours. So I guess it’s normal to me.

Loona: Honey…you and I both know it’s not. You need to tell an adult about this stuff. I..I don’t like thinking of my dad as some kind of victim. He’d tell me if he felt like one. Honestly it’s probably just some sort of disgusting..public kink play or something. Shit!! I shouldn’t be talking like this to a kid?! I’m so fucking sorry forget I said that.

Via, chuckling: It’s fine, my dad does it all the time I pretty much know everything about that stuff.

Loona, disgusted: What? Via…that is not ok.

Via: it’s just how he is…

Loona: Look…Im not an expert on this and I really think you should talk to somebody. Im not exactly big sister material I’ve got my own baggage…a LOT of baggage to deal with. But if you need someone to talk to, another girl, I’ll be here. And I can help you find some sense of identity that isn’t so…indebted to your dad all the time.

Later when their fathers are back.

Blitzø: Via! Thank Satan. And Loonie! Oh Loonie sweetie thank you for finding her I’m so sorry about that stupid acting bullshit I’ll never replace you I could never—(he flinches when she moves)

Loona, hesitantly but slowly hugs him: Dad…I’m sorry…I (tearful) I just can’t stop getting angry. I hate the desk job. But I hate failing more. I don’t think I can do it, I just, I’m so angry and I keep hurting you…I hate everybody but mostly I—

Blitzø, saddened but worried: You hate…yourself? I don’t know how anyone could hate someone like you Loonie. If it’s that important, I won’t..force you to do it anymore..I’ll miss you at the office though..try out cafe work or something (sigh) meet people your own age..I know now how weird it is for your dad to be your boss too..I guess it’s always just been normal for me. You aren’t a failure this is your first job and you tried it out. I love you Loonie. I’m proud of you.

Loona: I love you too dad. (She pulls back because physical contact is difficult for her she pats his shoulder instead)

Stolas watching them tearfully: Oh Blitzy you’re such a darling…Via, I’m so glad you’re ok, I know how sorry you are darling let’s get home and—

Via: How sorry I am?? Me??? After you fucking ignored me twice in one day for this stupid—-

Stolas: LANGUAGE!! I will not have you becoming like your B-I-t-c-h mother. Apologise to Blitzy and I, and we will be on our way. If we leave early the just the two of us-and my Blitzy of course—can watch Azathoths Tears together!

Via, tearful: I’m..sorry everyone…

Stolas smiles sweetly: See that wasn’t so hard! Ohohoho look! Fireworks! (Clapping)

Everyone just sortve awkwardly pretends they’ve never seen fireworks before to make the owl man happy.

#helluva boss #scene rewriting #seeing stars #tw abuse #tw toxic families

[you-wanted-anarchy]

The Dire Mechanic - A Short Story

I don’t enjoy my job. The last guy didn’t either. I don’t imagine there’s many people who would want to introduce people to their makers, day in and day out. But someone has to.

Tonight it was Matthew Parker’s turn. I started the routine writing on my clipboard. I like to talk to myself as I work. “Parker, Matthew. 43, M. Automotive technician.”

“That’s me,” Matthew sighed, from underneath the Impala he was servicing moments ago. “You OSHA?”

“I’m more like, the guy they don’t want to call.” I liked using that line. It scared people just enough that they usually started to wake up.

“What the hell’s that sup— hey. Who turned off the radio?” Matthew’s annoyance turned to confusion. He was coming around, but he didn’t get it. I almost didn’t want to make him.

“No one did, Matthew. It’s still playing, right now. Come see,” I called, as I stepped a little closer to the vintage car. The ones who go quick tend to figure it out slow for some reason. Matthew started to move but realized the first problem soon enough.

“I’m. Stuck. That don’t happen. The hell? Help a brother out, would ya,” he asked me, a slight note of panic creeping into his deep voice. I put my clipboard under my arm and reached down to grab his callused, grimy hand. I didn’t mind, I don’t get dirty anyway. Anymore, that is.

“Whoa!” he called out, “how’d you.. what?” His confusion deepened as I pulled him straight through the car he thought he was still servicing.

“Look at the radio, Matthew. The light’s still on, see?” I gave him a second to find something normal again. Grounding tends to help after a traumatic experience, after all. “Now look at the car. What do you see?”

Matthew paused for several seconds. “The poor girl. She’s.. what happened?” I knew he was understanding now.

“She fell,” I answered shortly. I was tired, and Matthew was old enough to do the math.

“But then I— Oh. I did. Damn. Are you some kind of God? I never believed in all that,” Matthew said, his confusion dissolving as we looked together at the tragic scene. Two broken bodies: his, six inches thinner than it was this morning, and the Impala’s, two feet lower than it had been a minute ago. The wheels weren’t supposed to be on the ground yet, but when you don’t maintain your lifts…

“I am not God,” I chuckled, shaking myself out of my thoughts. “You can call me the Mechanic, if you need to talk about me.”

“They call me that too. Or called, I guess. Yeesh. Don’t look too good under there, do I?”

“Not really, nope. Seen worse though. Let’s take a walk,” I suggested. I like it when they have some humor. It’s easier than working around denial. As we walked together, the garage and the street slowly faded into arbitrary nothing, swirling hues of dark blue and grey making up all we could see. Walking was unnecessary at this point, but it made conversation a little more casual, and no one likes looking at their own dead body for too long, it feels good to move away from the scene.

“So, what’s it for me now? Where do I, yknow. Go?” Matthew’s question was reasonable. I was starting to like the guy a little bit. Not an easy thing for someone like me.

“Would you mind answering a few questions? Nothing you haven’t done before, but it helps get everything in order.” I didn’t tell him everything. I didn’t want to. They usually don’t cooperate as well. I have a job to do. I don’t have to like it.

“Sure, I guess I got time.” More jokes. I really don’t like getting attached, but there’s no need to be rude to a dead guy.

“Can you tell me your employer’s name, last then first, to start?” I clicked my pen twice as we spoke, and as I wrote the name I repeated it back, as usual. The ink glowed an ugly red in contrast with the abstract darkness of our surroundings. “Miller.. Ashton… thank you,” I said. As I continued the usual spiel of questions, the routine allowed my mind to wander again.

I wondered how long Mr. Miller would scream when I handed in the form. Doubtless, a while. Eternal punishment comes in all shapes and sizes. Getting a man killed is just as bad as killing him yourself. Did that make me a murderer? Probably. Aren’t all Reapers though? What else was a Reaper, if not just another kind of killer? What if we cause the deaths we visit?

I shook myself off that line of thinking. I was doing justice. Someone had to pay the price, to keep the balance for Mr. Parker here getting into Heaven for free. The one who caused his death. The man who let him get flattened by a ‘68 Impala. Yes, that was it. This was the right thing.

“Holy moly,” Matthew said. We were here. Good old pearly gates. They had lost their luster to me long ago, but to Matthew it must have been the greatest thing since the socket wrench.

“Holy, yes. That’s the idea anyway— excuse me a moment,” I said to him, turning to Saint Peter. “Add this one to the list, will you bud?” I told him. He didn’t have much choice after all. We all play our roles. As he tucked the form I’d just filled out into an opalescent desk drawer, I could swear I heard Ashton Miller’s screams already. But he wouldn’t see justice for at least another decade, more than likely. Shame.

“So I just. Walk on in, now?” the man asked, already stepping forward, doubtless by no will of his own. Nonetheless, Peter nodded, waving him in, before turning to me silently. His somber expression spoke centuries of the pain I only had known for a few dozen years. My one and only friend in this - quite literal - hell of a job. We all play our parts.

Be careful at work. The last face anyone wants to see is the Dire Mechanic. But usually, for the ones I meet. It is.

I walked an arbitrary path back to solid ground, pulling my clipboard from thin air, and started to talk as I wrote again. No rest for the wicked.

#short story #religious trauma #no more writers block #musings of a degenerate #dire mechanic

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 006

you thought it was attitude but ITS GOLDEN

trying to make up for being so behind. really been enjoying these chapters. we are pulling all the grandpas and dilfs yes we are. MALEWIFING THEM ONE AT A TIME. AND WE CANT FORGET ABOUT THE LADIESSSSS!!!! HEY LADIES!!!!HEY LADIES!!!!!!! consider this chapter a bit of a timeskip, we’re goin to the intergender match yes yes. it’s not gonna be what you think y’all have to listen to the plan. i have to put the pieces in place….

scrambling events here the way i would like them to go, so this is like at the end of the year, it’s november / december 1997,,,,idk. it’s a vibe im hungry as fuck. splitting the chapters because well? yeah. i have things that happen post match

sorry triple h for cropping you out but it’s chyna foreva and always..im just one of her sassy shootas!!!

YOU ARE VERY happy you have something to do tonight. You’re thrilled, even. All you want to do is showcase your wrestling skill. But things don’t always go the way you want it to..

BACKSTAGE // 7:01 PM

After Shawn told you about the upcoming intergender match last show, you decided to go head to the hotel for the night and rest up. You also make a mental note to issue an apology for Bret for not showing up…

But this was pretty important. It’s the week of Christmas, so you’re sure that the company has a lot of plans for the holiday..

You’re in DX’s dressing room, sitting on the floor and doing stretches. You had a reputation among your peers in previous companies for turning up to the events early. They didn’t know whether to envy it or love it. You’re always ready to go.

The door opening startled you from the floor, Chyna being the first to walk in with two duffel bags. She doesn’t greet you at first, but you watch as she sets her things down.

“Hi!” You chime.

And at the sound of your voice, she jumps too. You don’t think she noticed you at first. “Hey. You scared me.”

“You scared me too.” You smile, standing up. “What’s up?”

“Nothing in particular.” She responds. “You’re here early.”

“Oh, I always get here early. I like to be ready, you know?” You start to feel nervous in her presence, which you’re already hitting yourself mentally for. Somehow, you feel like you be trying to impress her. “You’re here early.”

Immediately, the tone in her voice changes into irritation. “Hunter was taking too long. I left without him. Shawn’s probably going to get him now.”

“You snooze, you lose.” You say, completely understanding. Truth be told, it kinda reminded you of Raven. Sometimes, you’d travel with him by car. Stevie would tag along at times too, but you’d much rather just ride with him alone if Raven’s gonna take forever.

Raven would come out 10 minutes late and it would mess with your schedule. He started doing a little better after you chewed him out about it, but the principal…

Just was you considered leaving him in the dust, he’d come outside, suitcase and all. There’s a tiny part of you that misses traveling with them, but, yeesh.

There was a moment you got fed up once and for all. Seeing some girl hastily leave his hotel room really upset you for some reason. You’re not exactly ready to explore why, but it really pissed you off.

You didn’t even care, you just left. Unfortunately, you fell right back into the trap of talking to him when he cornered you during an ECW show to ask what’s the deal….

Now’s not the time to mull over these things, you’re still talking to Chyna.

“Hey, why don’t we travel together next show? I’ll drive!” You offer. “That way we can get here on time and do what we need to do.”

“Fine with me.” It’d probably be better for the both of you, especially since you offered to drive. Chyna just hopes you’re a better driver than Shawn. She’ll never ride with him in a vehicle again.

The last time the three of them rode together, Hunter had been egging Shawn on the entire time, telling him to zig zag through the cars “if he’s not scared”. With the Heartbreak Kid being the show off he is, he did.

Never. Again. They’re lucky they didn’t crash.

“I heard we had an intergender match.” You continue on. You won’t let this conversation end so easily. “Is it me and you…?”

Chyna shakes her head. “No. It’s you and Hunter versus Shawn and I. They wanted to experiment and switch us up.”

Boo…

At least Hunter seemed nice, despite the fact he threw wads of paper at your head the other day. Nothing’s wrong with him at all. In fact, you’ve been meaning to ask him how he keeps up with his hair. It’s so nice.

However, you really wanted to work with Chyna, not against her. Even though you had ring gear, you would’ve changed it if it meant you could match with her.

“Aw man. I wanted to partner with you!” You complain. “We would’ve had so much fun.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on her face, but as soon as you look at her, it goes away. “It would’ve been nice to be partners. But it’s just not happening. Don’t expect me to go easy on you, [Name].”

You give her a thumbs up. “I wouldn’t want you to!” It goes silent for a minute, so you return to the ground to stretch a bit more.

“I have something for you.” Chyna suddenly speaks up, making you look towards her. “Here, take this.” She tosses a rolled up shirt in your direction.

You unroll it, revealing a black shirt that says ‘Chyna Syndrome’. Woah.

“I hope you don’t think it’s selfish or anything. It’s just that Hunter and Shawn are wearing it tonight…” She trails off. You don’t even care if it was selfish or not. She just gave you a gift!

“Not at all, thanks! I’m definitely wearing it tonight.” This has gotta be your new favorite shirt. You’d cut it into a crop top, but you don’t want to ruin it. You may settle for tying it. “I really like this.”

“Good to hear.”

“You, uh, wanna go shopping before the next Raw?” You ask. “I’ve got a really good eye, I think we can find something you’d like!”

Chyna’s never been shopping. Well, she has, but not with another girl in the company. “Sure.”

Yet again, the door opens. Neither of you look up. You’re too distracted with your shirt and Chyna’s sorting through her belongings.

“Ohhh! Look at our lovely ladies congregating!” Shawn loudly says, tossing his bag to the side to come over to you. You’ve started to associate obnoxiously loud noises with him. “Raw’s never looked so good!”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that appears on your face.

“C’mon, do a little twirl for me!” He’s a little too spontaneous. Is this how he always acts? You don’t mind though..

You give him your hand and he immediately spins you around.

“What a sight for sore eyes! You know, that Sergeant Slaughter guy’s been a real pain in the ass. Ever since they let him be Commissioner…”

You really start to tune him out after a while. Hunter’s over there getting his stuff together, and your eyes trail over to him as he walks over to Chyna. He looks frazzled, but you hear him chuckling soon after.

Good, he doesn’t seem too angry. Even if he did, you’d definitely defend Chyna quickly.

“…..And he knows I’m the champion! He’s putting my title on the line, can you believe that?! So you know what we’re gonna do? We’re gonna mess up the match. We’re gonna do it our own way. [Name], I need you to lay down for me.”

Him saying that immediately caught you off guard, looking at him in confusion. “You want me to what?”

You had no clue he was champion. The first time you met him, he wasn’t carrying his belt around.

“I want Chyna and I to win. It’s the least you could do, you know, since she’s letting you win the Miss Slammy awards…”

That was two bombs at once. Goddamn.

“Miss Slammy?” You repeat.

For some reason, you notice Chyna turn away in the corner of your eye. Is she embarrassed? Shawn comments on it. “Hey! Don’t get all shy now. You offered. You see, [Name],” He slings an arm around your waist.

“—there’s this thing called the Slammy’s coming up. Big formal event, it’s like the Emmy’s.” He explains.

“It’s like the Emmy’s??” You question. A wrestling event like the Emmy’s, huh? You feel like you’ve heard of something like that before. The only banquet event you’ve been to lately was Terry Funk’s Lifetime Achievement Banquet. You gave a speech and everything.

“Yup. You know, I’ve heard you’ve got nominated. Don’t tell anyone else, I just heard that down the grapevine.”

The grapevine?

You’re surprised. It’s one thing to be nominated, but another thing because you literally just got hired. “Are you serious? Don’t mess with me.”

“Yup. We were thinking about rigging the votes. Chyna, being the sweetheart she is, said she’d rather you get the win.” He grins.

That really is sweet of her. You’re already turning around to tell her ‘thank you’ one more time.

It’s not fair to the other nominees, whoever they are. You shake your head. “I’d rather win it myself fair and square. You know me and Hunter won’t go easy on you.”

Shawn can only scoff at your words. “That’s boring. You’re really gonna let Marlena win over you? Now personally, if that was me…?”

Marlena’s nominated too?

Well, now you absolutely had to win! You quickly interrupt him. “Um, no way. For sure, I think I’ll be Miss Slammy, but I told you I want to do it the fair way.”

“If you say so. Oh shit, I almost forgot. Listen, [Name], What I really wanted to ask you was…..”

Chyna and Hunter both look over at him curiously, but Shawn shakes his head and waves his hand at you dismissively. “Nevermind.”

“Shouldn’t you be talking with Chyna?” Hunter makes his way over to you two. “That’s my tag team partner now.”

“I’m not worried, Trips.” He says. “Me and Chyna are gonna win, even if [Name] won’t lay down for me.”

“I’m not going to lie.” You speak up, causing everyone to look at you. “I kinda wanted to be in Chyna’s corner. Really bad.”

“Unfortunately, you’re not!” Hunter cuts in, a shit eating grin on his face. “You’re with me. Aren’t you happy??”

You hesitate for a minute to respond. You’re a-ok with teaming with Hunter, but you like how he’s starting to get all sour about it. “Ehh…..”

He’s not too happy with your answer. “That’s not fair. You know, we’re gonna have to bond sometime, new girl..”

Chyna holds her hand up to her mouth, hiding her snicker. With the idiocy bouncing between Shawn and Hunter, you may be her only saving grace.

After that fiasco, you headed out to check out the card for the night. It should’ve been on the wall somewhere. Just before you could study it, one of the staff members called you over.

Before he started speaking to you, he holds down his earpiece. Someone must’ve been talking to him at the same time. He eventually looks up at you. “Evening. I’ve got some papers from Creative for you. You can look through them...”

“Okay. Thanks.” You nod, taking the papers from his hands.

Great, more papers. You thought what Rick Rude put you through was hell, you just hope you don’t have to sign anything else right now.

“Vince McMahon wants to speak with you as well. He’s in the meeting room next to the catering area.”

Oh fuck. The boss wants to speak with you too?? You hope you didn’t do anything wrong yet..

You’re already panicking as you turn away quickly and make your way to the meeting room. It’s strange he wants to see you there instead of the office.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous. You’ve dealt with Bischoff and Heyman. There’s no reason why you couldn’t deal with Vince McMahon.

In your defense, it was a new playground. You haven’t gotten a feel for the work environment or for your coworkers.

The people you’ve met so far have been pretty okay though. Things were off to a nice start, so you’re not entirely worried on that front.

As soon as you got there, you remember to take a breath with your hand on the handle.

Once you swing it open, you already start to feel pretty awkward as all eyes fall on you. There’s only one familiar face in the room and it’s Sable, who looked incredibly bored until you walked in.

“Good evening.” Vince says. “Please take a seat.”

The only open seat there is was one across from Sable. How convenient! This definitely was a set up. You don’t say anything as you quietly take a seat. You don’t forget to wave at Sable.

She just blankly stares at you. You wonder if she’s not in a good mood…

Vince begins this meeting with formally greeting the both of you. “Good evening, ladies. I’m sure you’re both wondering why I’ve called you here.”

You and Sable definitely are. This’ll be interesting.

“In the next couple of weeks, at least by the beginning of the new year, we’d like to put you and Sable into a program. [Name], you will be the heel, Sable, you will be the face.”

First of all, this is the wrong blonde you wanted to be in a storyline with. Marlena’s the one who you had to get revenge on, not Sable. She didn’t even do anything.

Did he get the two mixed up?

No, there’s no way. When you’re the boss, you should be able to tell your own superstars apart. There’s a vast difference when it comes to Marlena and Sable.

You point it out. “What about Marlena? I thought we had a thing going on there.”

“It’ll happen eventually.” Vince reassured. “Just not right now. We want Sable to enter the picture, we’ve got plans to split her up from Marc Mero—“

“Wait, you’re splitting us up?” She’s surprised herself, turning her head over to Vince. “…I’m going solo?” You were sure she wasn’t expecting that either. “I don’t know anything about wrestling.”

“Now’s the time to learn.” Vince says, shuffling papers. “Two of my up and coming female stars, going head to head. This is where the dough is made. This, is what’ll get us some views.”

The way he said it made you a little uneasy. He was almost on the verge of laughter. Something’s definitely not right in his head.

You’re not exactly sure what to do. You’re conflicted, especially since he was mumbling on and on about the amount of money he’d be making. Damn old men these days.

It makes you idly look at the table for a moment. You’re not bored per-say, just concerned. Okay, perhaps just a little scared too.

Sable seems to mirror you, although the frown on her face is more noticeable. It’s silent in the room, save for the occasional chatter you’d hear outside the door.

It’s starting to make you uneasy, so you speak up. “I’m gonna be a heel, huh?”

Vince snaps out of his rant and looks towards you. “Yes. Just be prepared to be booed. The people aren’t going to like you. They’re gonna like Sable. She’ll be over.”

Great! You’re putting her over. You just hope she doesn’t get injured by the end of this, though if she says she doesn’t know how to wrestle, you hope that YOU don’t get injured by the end of this.

“I don’t want to take any bumps.” She says outright, crossing her arms. “Especially hard ones.”

You don’t know how this’ll work then. She doesn’t have a choice. “There’s just no way around it, you know? I’ll go easy on you, okay?”

It didn’t make her feel any better. Sable shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to.”

You turn your attention to her. “…If we have to work together, you’re taking a bump. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

She snaps at you. “Who are you to tell me what I have to do?”

“Someone who’s putting you over, and I don’t HAVE to do that.” You can keep up with her. Something you’ve learned being in the business was to never take shit from anybody. Though, it may have been the result of Terry instilling a lot of courage into you.

Sable stands up from her chair. “I can get over just fine by myself! I don’t need you. Remember where you came from, some company no one even knows about.”

She jabs a finger in your face, but you swipe it away. “Oh yeah, I remember where I came from. And I’m about to use this table and fucking—“

Vince stands up too, clenching his fists. “THIS IS WHAT WE NEED!” He yells, damn near startling the both of you.

…….

He clears his throat, regaining composure. “If you have this much energy in the ring, both of you would be winners. You two need to calm it down immediately. This meeting is adjourned.”

Most of the people in the room leave, frazzled by you and Sable’s bickering.

Sable doesn’t forget to give you a glare before she leaves. You’re stiffing the hell out of her when the time comes.

You’re just about to leave too, probably to storm off and complain to the first person you see. Vince stops you just in time.

“[Name], I’d like you to meet someone,” He says. One of the members stayed behind it seems. Your mood is starting to sour, which doesn’t bode well for anyone in the future. However, you do your best to keep up a front for the boss.

Vince grunts something and motions with his head toward you. The younger man examines you, but at Vince’s movements, seems to take the hint and reaches out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Shane.” He introduced. “His son and the co-owner of the company.”

Interesting! You could see the resemblance as soon as you saw them side by side. Incredibly uncanny. Being face to face with both of your superiors felt strange.

“Hey.” You take his hand and shake it. “[Name], but you probably already know that. Really sorry for my outburst earlier.”

He chuckles. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind too much. “It’s fine. Just shows how serious you take the business.”

Vince looks between you two.

For some reason, he can feel the connection already. This will be documented for future reasons, of course. Alas, you’ve got something to do. “[Name], I’m glad you’ve came to this meeting today. Don’t disappoint on your match tonight. I will be watching.”

You’ll try your best.

BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM

Before you had gone to gorilla, Hunter quickly ran you through how things would go. It’s a simple match. Nothing too fancy. He just requested you to do stupid shit every once in a while.

He had forgotten his water bottle, so he ran back to the locker room really quick. You stand there, using a rubber band to tie part of it into a knot. You have your gear on under it, but you’ve gotta represent.

So true, you indeed have Chyna Syndrome.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re actually going to wear it..” Chyna’s voice comes as a surprise to you, making you turn around with another smile.

“With pride!” You pose, just as if she was holding a camera. “By the way, are we all coming out separate with our partners or all together?”

“Me first, then Shawn, then you two.” She says. “Don’t forget to put your game face on. Me and you are first to go at it in the ring. The other two take over after.”

Okay, this wasn’t too bad. Shawn wanted all of you to mess with this Sergeant Slaughter guy and you knew Chyna wasn’t going to go easy on you, but there’s gotta be a way to goof around with her in the meanwhile…

Hunter comes back with his water bottle in hand. “Shawn’s not here yet?” He looks around, completely confused.

Chyna just shrugs. “No. I’m not exactly sure what he’s doing.”

“Oooh, we win by default. Hunter, let’s hold the championship together.” You say.

“I’ve got an even better idea.” He says. “You’re gonna lift your shirt up and…” He trails off, glancing over at Chyna. He does not want her to beat him up for saying that to you. “…put the title belt on.”

“Just for me? Sweet.” It flew over your head this time. “I’m not opposed for sure.”

Chyna just shakes her head. Just in time, Shawn comes around with his belt in tow, a smile on his face. His gear was pretty gaudy, with a vest and some….what the hell is he even wearing…? It looks like you could unzip part of the pants, but even so, this shit looks like a fashion disaster.

“You guys ready to wrestle?”

Of course you were.

Chyna and Shawn are first out, just as she said. Then it was you and Hunter. You hadn’t ‘officially’ been given theme music quite yet, so they just allowed you to come out with Hunter to DX’s theme until decided.

All of you settle into the ring. You and Chyna were first up.

You’re ready, unable to fight the smile on your face. Chyna on the other hand, was as doing her best to be stoic as ever. You understood it though, she had to be.

Chyna comes towards you and you immediately fall down to the ground.

The crowd gets a good laugh out of it. You’re “knocked out” cold and she didn’t even hit you. Hell, she didn’t even touch you!

She stares down at you, then grabs your leg to drag you around the canvas a bit. You’re still not moving. She then tries to pin you, but you kick out.

You stand up and shoot her a smile. She can only roll her eyes at you, another smile playing at the corner of her lips. You’ll try and be serious now. The two of you lock up, but Chyna breaks it up and irish whips you into one of the corners.

You try to sell it as hard as you can, but it backfired on you completely. That shit really hurt! For a second, you keel over, your back absolutely killing you.

Using the ropes for some leverage, you jump up and hook your legs around her neck for a rope-aided hurricanrana. That’s one move!

Once you hit the ground, you try and exaggerate. (It still hurt though.) “Ow, ow!” You whine, putting a hand on your back. “OOOOOWWWW!” You try whining a little louder, rolling around.

Shawn’s eager to get himself tagged in, holding his hand out for a slowly recovering Chyna.

She sees it and reluctantly tags him in. She wanted to go a little longer with you, but she couldn’t deny him. He’s chipper as hell.

You use the ropes to stand up, then stagger over to him. The two of you were face to face in the ring.

He can only give you a grin. “Remember when I said you have to lay down for me?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Nothing could prepare you for what he was going to do next. He immediately tackling you down like a football player. “I meant it!” When he gets you down to the ground, the referee had started to count it as a pin.

“OW! What the fuck!” You exclaim.

If he wants to play dirty, then so be it! You don’t even let the referee hit two, you kick out immediately.

“Woahhh! You kicked out!” He was taunting you. As you try to get up, he starts to push you down, grabbing your arms to try and stop you from swiping at him. “Watch the hair!”

You’re getting a little frustrated at how he’s holding you down, so you’re doing your best to get the hell out of it. He’s having a bit of a hard time controlling you.

The crowd is enjoying this very much. Whatever you guys are doing, it’s working in your favor!

Shawn’s decently impressed, you’re much stronger than he thought! Well, of course he thought you were strong, you had twisted his arm in the hallway pretty hard.

Normally, girls would just turn into putty under him, especially if they were play fighting like this.

“Hey, HEY, HEY—“ His voice slightly rises in volume as you start to push him off of you with your legs. He doesn’t let go of your arms, trying to overpower your own attempts of moving away.

It’s not doing him any justice. You’re able to flip over him and roll off. That was incredibly embarrassing. In the middle of the ring, no less.

You jump up to your feet and he does too. What’s next?

You take a few steps back and so does he. Then you take a few steps forward. He does too. Is he copying you?!

You hold you arm up and he follows. Yeah, he definitely was copying you. You slowly lower it and flip him off. He returns the favor. Goddamn it.

You’re not for the bullshit, you’re just not. You back away and tag Hunter in. He hits your hand and you switch places.

Shawn doesn’t tag Chyna in, instead deciding to jump in place. You have a feeling that it’s going to go downhill from here.

Both of them pull on the ropes a bit, warming the ring up. They’re acting like the match is just beginning.

Once they’re all finally all geared up, the two of them lock up…and Hunter quickly throws Shawn right onto the mat. He just lays there.

It was a little too easy, definitely done on purpose. Maybe he was even mocking you a little bit.

Hunter bounces off the ring ropes and just as you think he’s about to do something, he just runs and bounces off, jumping over Shawn every so often.

You can’t help but to laugh. Hunter flops right on top of Shawn and pins him with no issue. Congratulations, you two won! He’s the new champion! …Of whatever the hell the theme was, you guess.

“Your new European Champion, Hunter Hearst Helmsley!”

European champion? Ah, very nice.

Shawn’s in the middle of the ring having a temper tantrum. He slams his hands and balled up fists onto the mat. Once he comes up, you see him crying crocodile tears.

Poor thing. He runs over to Chyna for some comfort, the woman fighting a laugh as hard as she could.

Hunter’s brought to tears of joy, crawling around and throwing his arms up. He crawls over to you and hugs your waist. You pat his back.

The referee hands over the title to you and you slightly drape it over his back, trying to catch his attention. He lets go of you and rises to his feet, taking it away from you and holding it up to the crowd.

“You know…” Shawn, now equipped with a mic, can barely get his words out without dry-heaving. “It’s—it’s—“ He pauses for a minute, choking over his tears. Boohoo!

There’s a man at the front of the stage watching all this chaos go down. Now that you take a look around, this arena is a little different than the usual.

Hunter throws his arm around you for support like he just wrestled a very hard match. Shawn’s still sobbing. He takes a minute to pull it together.

“It’s not easy being defeated for the European tiiittleeee…I’ve been in so many matches…I’ve been in ladder matches, I’ve been in cell matches, I’ve been in marathon matches, but, oh god—never has any match been so….emotionally, physically, and mentally draining as this one..”

Shawn continues wordvomiting something else something akin to “youtwowonfarandsquareaauughhh” but then hands over the mic to Hunter.

“I’d just like to say one thing. Other than my kid being born….I don’t have one, that I know of—,” He pauses, definitely letting that sink in. “This is the greatest moment of my life!! YOU ALL SAW IT! I DID ITTTT!!” He yells.

Hunter doesn’t forget to shout you out. “AND [NAME], MY BEAUTIFUL PARTNER, THAT NONE OF YOU PEOPLE IN THE CROWD WILL NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO BE AROUND! THANK YOU!! Oh god, thank you!”

You feel like this match kinda sucks….

Seems like things were back to normal. Hunter tosses the mic somewhere after coming in for a hug and Shawn starts doing crotch chops. The latter grabs the mic again. “I know ya’ didn’t need any help from us Sarge, but we made an ass outta you anyway! MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

Even with Christmas being just days away, you don’t exactly feel in the spirit….

the night is not over. I REPEAT THE NIGHT IS NOT OVER. yes the match was short and stupid. yes we’re complaining about it next chapter (so are some fans…) DO NOT WORRY,,

mickie actually does the rope-aided hurricanrana, it’s pretty cool, though i just think mickie herself is pretty cool :). im actually gonna make a gif move set list to reference or something like that i dunno.

you know, golden seems much more “mature” than attitude idk maybe it’s just me. that was a fun match to write,,sometimes my worst enemy can be writing too much in one paragraph grrr. anyway i hope you guys enjoyed i liked this kinda sorta. until next time

do you guys remember when dx “invaded” wcw? lol thought it would be funny if reader was there like damn.

#scream if you want it #THE RIZZBREAK KID!! #WHY ARE WE BEEFIN WITH BLONDIES #wwe golden series #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels imagine #chyna x reader #chyna imagine #triple h x reader #triple h imagine #wwe imagines #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwf x reader #wwf imagine #heard people saying that the chyna syndrome shirt is bad #I don’t really give a fuck IM STILL TRYNA FIND THAT SHIRT. TILL THIS DAY. #IK SOMEBODY GOTTA SELL IT GRRRR

[whumpsday]

K&J x MMSS

Kane & Jim masterlist / Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset masterlist

content: vampire whumpees, multiple whumpees, rescue, recovery / comfort / caretaking all that good stuff, starvation, burns, begging, death wish, a teeny tiny bit of gore, vaguely implied past noncon, somewhat more detailed reference to consensual nsfw (not explicit), non-malicious misgendering of a trans character (in kane’s own head before he knows valen is trans)

it’s finally here!! a crossover between my Kane & Jim and @not-a-space-alien ‘s Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset!! enjoy this 11k collab!! takes place a few days after Impending on the K&J side, and a bit after 17S / 17M on the MMSS side.

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Ari lopes across the street towards the unfamiliar hunter’s compound. “Christ, I can’t believe some other sick fuck got ahold of a vampire and got permission to torture it. I know it’s like 5 hours away but yeesh, how many psychopaths are there per square mile in this state?”

Lex tightens her fists. She’s determined not to make the same mistake again. They’d gotten word about another vampire being held captive and tortured, and this time they’d wasted no time in leaping into action. “It’s worse here. It wasn’t just one person, it was everyone getting in on it. And they weren’t even doing it for a reason like Nick. They just thought it was fun to torture it.” Lex can still hardly believe it. She can’t imagine everyone in the place where she worked being okay with that. At least some of them were uncomfortable with it…Not that it had done Valen much good.

“That’s honestly just stupid,” Ari spits. “Dumb fucks. Vampires are dangerous enough that it’s stupid to keep them alive unless you have a very good reason.”

Lex gives a wry smile. “We have a vampire at our house.” That scare with Bailey and Jerome had been the last time Valen left the house. He’d spent the few days since then on their couch healing. Slowly, but healing.

“And for a good reason!”

“Well anyway, they said this one isn’t dangerous because it can’t use persuasion.”

Ari stops on the sidewalk in front of the compound. “Yeah, I’m still not buying that. Never heard of a vampire that can’t use persuasion at all.”

“It’s been held captive here for five years. I think if he was faking it or something, he would have figured out a way to escape by now.”

Ari gives a hmmph. “Well, if this one is all starved like Valen was, he’ll barely have the strength to stand, let alone fight us off.”

Lex fidgets. “We still have to agree on what to do with it.” They’d argued about it on the car ride over. The fact that it would be wrong to leave it there to be tortured was all they had agreed on. Lex wanted to take this new vampire home and give him a chance, alongside Valen. Ari wanted to kill him, put him out of his misery.

And now they’d run out of time to argue. They’re here, at the front door. That meant they had to make a compromise, or one of them had to give in. Ari comes up with the solution instantly, eager to get on with it:

“All right, we’ll give him a chance. I mean, we didn’t give Valen a chance and we really regret that. So let’s talk to him for a little bit, and if we like what we hear, we can just take him home and plop him on the couch next to Valen. Nice new playmate for him. If we don’t like what we hear, just stake him through the heart. Sound good?”

“Yes,” says Lex. “Okay. Ready?”

“Yeah.”

They’d made arrangements with a sympathetic hunter who worked here, who agreed to look the other way when they came in and went to the basement. So when they walk up to the porch together, the door is unlocked, and they can walk right in.

-

Kane sits in his preferred corner of his cell, riding out another panic attack. They've come in waves ever since the hunters told him Jim is coming for him.

Please just kill me. Please just kill me. Please just kill me. It's the best option he has, at this point. His only good option. Barring that, he just hopes it's not worse than here. Please just don't make it worse.

His ears perk up at the sound of hunters approaching. They hadn't been hurting him much in the past few days, apparently wanting to let Jim handle that, though the silver cuffs they'd left him in burn into his wrists and ankles.

He wonders, not for the first time, if he'll ever get them off again. If he's left permanently in the sun with nights never long enough to heal, it will hardly matter.

Voices come down the stairs, unfamiliar, two women Kane has never heard before. They approach the cell without saying anything, taking him in and waiting for him to do something. 

Lex and Ari are not shocked by Kane’s condition. It’s not too dissimilar to the way Valen had looked, so they’d been prepared, although the silver cuffs melting his wrists elicit raised eyebrows from Ari and a sympathetic cringe from Lex. Kane shrinks against the wall, staring at them fearfully. He hasn't seen these hunters before. He hates unknowns, though that's still better than a guarantee of cruelty. He hopes they're just here to take a look at him before he's sent off.

"Stand up," says Ari. "Come over here. So we can talk."

"Yes, ma'am." Kane's voice is raspy and small as he stands obediently, his heart pounding as he approaches the silver bars of the cell. He stops just barely outside grabbing distance, hoping that maybe they're here to give him more information on what's going to happen to him.

“Is it true that you can't use persuasion?” Ari asks. “I don't buy it. I’ve never heard of that before.”

"Yes, ma'am. It's true." The pit of Kane's stomach churns with anxiety at the accusation that it's a lie. Technically, he never told anyone he didn't have it, they figured that out on their own quickly enough, but he would be punished just the same. "I'm s-sorry, I don't know how to prove it to you."

Ari scowls. The only thing to scowl about is the fact that she also doesn't know how he could prove it to her, but she radiates unhappiness at the lack of ability to confirm Kane is actually unable to overpower them. "Okay, fine. Kneel down on the floor, and stay there. We're coming in." She unlocks the cell and she and Lex step inside.

She's angry. Kane tears up, he's made the hunter angry, he's going to be punished, and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it. Hopeless hopeless hopeless. He kneels where he stands with another "Yes, ma'am," trying not to cry.

"Aw, don't cry," Lex says, and Ari gives her a withering glare that shuts her up.

Kane notices a bite mark on the hunter's neck. That makes sense, given her profession, though it's the first time he's seen a hunter sporting one. He figures that most hunters whose necks come that close to fangs likely don't make it back to the compound. This woman must either be very lucky, or very deadly.

Dread pools in him as he realizes these hunters are probably here for revenge.

Ari stands in front of Kane, looming over him with her arms crossed. "So, tell me about what you did to Jim Lieberman."

His heart spikes with panic. He can't lie, he knows this. The hunters are in contact with Jim. They probably already know everything, and if they don't, they can surely fact-check him. Instead, he's vague. He begins to shake with terror as he chokes out, "I k-kidnapped him, and I, I fed from him, and, and, I hurt him. I'm s-so sorry. I'm so sorry, ma'am. I'd do anything to t-take it all back. I've learned, I know better now, I know my p-place."

He starts to cry for real, wincing at the realization that he's just disobeyed her order not to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! P-please, mercy, please!"

Lex is a bit distressed to see Kane cry, and starts to shush him before she thinks better of it. Ari, on the other hand, seems a little approving. She’s not a sadist, but she does like the look of Kane being submissive, because her main concern is whether or not Kane is a threat that needs to be destroyed. And…she wants to root out what his intentions really are. If he genuinely wants to be a good person, maybe he deserves a chance to try. And wringing the truth out of him is probably going to involve some crying. Can’t make a cake without breaking a few eggs.

"Sorry?” Ari scoffed. “Sorry that you got caught, maybe. If you'd managed to kidnap a second human, you probably would have done the exact same thing to them."

Kane sobs. No human will ever believe him. They hadn't when they only knew he was a kidnapper, they certainly won't now that they know he'd beaten his human senseless. He shakes his head in protest, wishing he could wrap his arms around himself.

"N-no, ma'am, I wouldn't now, I swear! I know what it's like now, to be trapped and hurt and s-scared, I'd never wish captivity on anyone, I'm so sorry!" He shudders, knowing a punishment is incoming. "Please, please, please."

Ari looks thoughtful for a moment. Then… "You said you know your place. What would you say that is, exactly?"

Finally, a question with a right answer. "I'm nothing, I'm lower than dirt, I exist to satisfy humans with my suffering. I'm getting what I deserve." Kane hesitates, then adds, voice small, "But... please."

"....Jesus Christ, all right." Ari says.

Lex squats down to get eye-level with him. "Hey, do you have a name?"

Kane cowers away as the hunter lowers herself to get closer to him. No one's asked him his name in a long time. "...Kane, ma'am." He doesn't feel he's worthy of calling himself a de Sang anymore.

"It's a nice name." Lex smiles. "I'm Lex, and that's Ari."

The compliment throws him off. This hunter is strange. Not a bad kind of strange, she hasn't even hurt him yet, but the newness of it makes him nervous. "Thank you, ma'am. Your... your names are nice, too."

Ari laughs. "All right. What do you think, Lex?"

"Yeah," says Lex. "Let's go. Hey, can you stand up for me? Can you walk?"

"I can just carry you if that'd be faster," Ari adds.

Kane sobs in terror. They're going to take him outside. "Please not the sun, p-please not the sun, I'll be good, I'll do anything, please!" he wails.

"We're parked in the shade," says Ari. "Behind the building. There's no sunlight to walk through."

Kane’s relief at no sunlight is complicated by the twisting of his stomach at the implication. This must be it. He's going to be taken to Jim, now. And then... he'll see what his former human has in store for revenge.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll be good," he says dutifully. He shakily pushes himself to his feet, reaches up to wipe the tears from his face, then remembers the silver and lowers his hands back down before he can. The last thing he wants is for his face to burn in addition to the agony of his wrists.

"Should we take those off?" asks Lex.

"Hmm," says Ari. "Um, it kiiind of looks like that's going to be a whole thing to get those off, with the way they're melted on. And probably best not to hang around here for too long. We can probably take off the ankle ones, though."

Lex bends down to take off the ankle restraints.

Kane is excited at the possibility of his ankle cuffs being removed. His wrist cuffs have been left on for what must be over a week by this point, but his ankle cuffs were just put on earlier today, and haven't fused into his skin much yet. No matter how badly he wants the wrist cuffs off too, at least his ankles can start the healing process.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" He holds perfectly still as the hunter removes the ankle cuffs, letting out a pain-laden keen as some skin comes away with them. But when they're finally off, he sighs in relief. The wounds still burn horribly, but at least they're not actively searing into him anymore.

"Are you ready to go, then?” Lex asks. “Is there anything you want to bring with you?"

"I don't have anything, ma'am." Kane says, gesturing at the barren cell. His only possession is the pair of tattered shorts he currently wears.

Lex gets really, unbelievably sad when she realizes this guy literally doesn't have a single earthly possession. I’ll have to fix that, she thinks to herself, already combing through the enormous catalog of junk she has at home for a good gift.

"All right, let's go then," says Ari. They take Kane out of the cell and go upstairs, Lex first, Kane in the middle, and Ari in the rear. Kane becomes winded soon after attempting the beginning of the stairs, so Ari huffs, rolls her eyes, and picks him up to carry him the rest of the way.

They go outside, and just as promised, their van is in the shadow of the building and there's no direct sunlight. Ari opens the back of the van. "Man, I forgot we still have the fucking coffin in here. Well, we might as well use it, the last thing we need is this guy to lose his nerve halfway there and do something while we're driving. Recipe for an accident."

Ari clambers into the van and opens the cage sitting in the back.

Kane peers at what the hunter- Ari- is doing. Coffin. He likes the sound of that. Coffins are for the dead. Maybe Jim is planning on killing him, and the hunters are bringing this to transport his dead body. But as he gets a closer look, it becomes apparent this coffin is designed for living vampires. It's designed for restraint. He can't tell if the metal bars are steel or silver, and that scares him. If it's silver, he'll have no protection. He's half-naked.

"P-please, not more silver, I'll be good." he whimpers. "I won't do anything. I know how to behave. Please no more burning."

“The bars are coated with steel. It shouldn't burn or anything. If anything hurts you just tell us and we'll fix it, okay?” Lex assures.

“We'll get those cuffs off you asap, but for now we should get going.” Ari adds.

Kane barely calms at the assurance. This is it. He's being delivered straight into the hands of the person with the most reason to despise him. At least the journey won't be as painful as it could be. These hunters are strangely... kind.

With a "Thank you," he heads toward the coffin and lies down inside. He doesn't mind the enclosed space. It's almost peaceful in here.

Ari locks it, and the door shuts. The two reappear getting in the front of the van. Lex twists around in the passenger's seat to look back at him. "Ready to go?"

Staying and going are both horrible options. He's going from a known horror to an unknown horror. But he knows it's not a real question, he doesn't get a choice in this. "Yes, ma'am."

"Great!"

They drive off. Lex and Ari chat idly, and listen to the radio. Kane loves the radio. It's been so long since he's been able to listen to music.

One last comfort before whatever lies ahead.

They make a rest stop part way through, to get gas, to stretch their legs, to get snacks. Lex power walks around the van, to get out her restless energy. Ari leans against the door. She leans back into the window, eyeing Kane in the coffin from the front seat. “Hey, do you want to get those cuffs off now, or wait till we get home? We have a first aid kit, but nothing to wash off till we get home.”

He jumps at the chance to get the horrible cuffs off. "Yes, please! Yes, please take them off, please, I promise I'll be good!" He knows it will hurt horribly to have them removed, but it's so much better than keeping them on.

Ari glances around the parking lot to make sure nobody is nearby. They’re on the far end, not even close to the trucks parked to take naps. “All right.”

The back doors opening lets in some treacherous sunlight, but nothing that reaches all the way back to the coffin. Ari unlocks the coffin and tells Kane to sit up, while simultaneously pulling him up by the arms as though he won't. She has him sit on the bed of the van while Lex puts some towels down. Ari unlocks the handcuffs and, figuring it's best to rip off the bandaid quickly, and not give him much time to sit in dread of what's about to happen, simply rips them off in one smooth motion.

Kane lets out a strained scream through clenched teeth when the silver is finally removed, ripping his skin apart in the process. His wrists are a raw, bloody mess, the mangled remains of what could once be called skin hanging in tatters from the cuffs in Ari's hands. He takes a few quick breaths as fresh tears spring to his eyes, trying to calm down, but he's so relieved they're finally off. "Th-thank you, ma'am."

Ari tosses the cuffs to the ground in disgust. "Hmpph. Stop calling me ma'am. Do I look like a ma'am to you?"

Kane winces at the irritation in her voice. “S-sorry, sorry! I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I'm sorry."

Lex presses some towels into his wrists to absorb the blood, holding them there gently. He's unused to being helped with his injuries. For years, he's always had to deal with it on his own. But now someone is gently helping him with a towel. He sobs, knowing how temporary it is. He's going to be Jim's soon, and he doubts his victim will be as kind.

Lex wraps his wrists in bandages, which quickly soak with blood. "We can wash this off when we get home, all right?"

Ari half-supports, half-drags him back to the coffin. "We're halfway there, just a bit more to go. God, I'm tired already."

“I can drive for a while,” Lex suggests.

“No.”

This is the second time the hunters have mentioned home, and it baffles him. A new possibility dawns on Kane, one too good to be true. "Are you.... not delivering me to Jim? For revenge?" he asks.

"Huh?" says Ari. "Oh, no, we don't even know Jim. We're taking you to our house."

"We actually have one vampire there already!" Lex adds.

For the first time in years, Kane feels hope. He has no idea what's in store for him at these hunters' house, and the fact that they already have one vampire does not bode well, but anything has to be better than where he was, and they've already been treating him kindly. And this way, though he knows it's not right, he'll never have to face his victim's revenge.

"Thank you," he breathes. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise I'll earn it. I'm well-behaved, I'm obedient, I'll be perfect for you, even if it hurts. Thank you for taking me away from there."

"Awww," Lex coos, about to lean over and pinch his cheek before Ari elbows her to halt the advancing hand.

"Hmph, see to it you stay docile," warns Ari.

"What Ari means," says Lex quickly, "is that it seems like you've changed, and if you want to be a good person now, you deserve a chance to try. And that very well can't happen if you're locked in somebody's basement being tortured for fun."

"I will be docile," Kane promises immediately. "Always. Whatever you want, I'll do it." His heart pounds. He's getting a chance. He's wanted a chance so badly. "Thank you so, so much for giving me a chance. I have changed, I've changed so much I can barely even believe how I used to be. Thank you."

She said tortured for fun as if it was something that would no longer happen. It's too good to be true. Perhaps now he would only be tortured for misbehavior? And he would never misbehave. A life without pain sounded impossible, but maybe, maybe there could at least be less.

"Sure,” says Ari. “Just don't blow it, got it? You're still a vampire."

Lex smiles. "She just likes scaring people for fun, I think. Don't worry about that too much."

"Stop undoing all my hard work."

Ari's words shake Kane to his core despite Lex's disclaimer. He has one chance. One chance to prove he's learned how to behave, or they're going to take him back to be tortured forever, or at least Ari will.

"I understand. I won't blow it. I know my place," he promises firmly.

They arrive at the house. Unlike at the hunter's compound, there's direct sunlight between the van and the house. They unlock Kane and let him out of the coffin.

"Hmmm," says Ari. "This is no good. Wait right there." She leaves and goes into the house, leaving Kane alone with Lex for a few minutes.

Kane is absolutely terrified when he sees the sun shining just outside the van. His breathing becomes panicked again, his eyes wide with terror.

"Please not the sun, please not the sun, please not the sun! I'll be good, I promise I'll be good!" he wails tearfully, looking to Lex with pleading eyes.

"Hey, hey, relax," says Lex. "We're not going to make you go out in the sun. I'm sure Ari will think of something good, she always does."

Ari comes back a minute later with a sleeping bag, one of the cold weather ones that zip all the way up. She unrolls it on the floor of the van and unzips it. "All right, big guy, get in."

Kane nods shakily with a "Yes, Miss Ari," obediently crawling into the bag. He watches with anxiety as it's zipped up around him, searching for any holes but finding none. A nervous whine escapes him before he can help it.

Ari hauls him up over her shoulder. They lock up the van and come up onto the porch, opening the front door.

Valen is sitting on the pull-out couch underneath a blanket. "Oh, is that- is that him?" he asks nervously.

Kane can smell that the third person in the room is a vampire before the bag is even open, no delicious aroma of human blood emanating. This must be the other vampire the hunters mentioned.

Ari puts the sleeping bag on the floor and unzips it.

When the bag is unzipped, the first thing Kane notices is he's in a house. It's not a very nice house, but he reasons that this is likely how commoners live. It feels surreal, being in a house again after so long in his cell. It's the nicest thing he can possibly imagine.

His eyes shift to the other vampire, the relief at being away from his prison giving way to horror. He doesn't know whether to feel disappointed, or to feel stupid for feeling disappointed. It's clear she's being tortured. Starved, burned, and legs broken, with a metal collar around her neck. At least the collar doesn't appear to be silver, he'd smell her flesh burning.

He snaps his gaze back to the hunters, much more on-edge now. "I'll be good," he repeats. "I promise, I promise. P-please no more burning."

"We aren't gonna burn you," says Lex. "Don't worry."

Ari thinks that maybe Lex should not be so generous with the don't worry’s. She would like a vampire in her house to worry at least a little. If he didn't worry, he might start being dangerous.

"Right, well,” says Ari, looking around. “I guess this is where you'll be staying. Um." She notices Valen looking a little alarmed. "I mean, I guess we could set you up in the dining room, although there's still room here in the living room. Um." Valen is starting to look a little panicked at the addition of this unknown variable, a man in the house, and he's pressed himself into the couch as far away from Kane as possible.

Ari points to Valen. "So, this is Valen. The golden child. To be clear, we like Valen better than you. You will not hurt Valen. You will not touch him, or scare him, or mess with his things. Got it?"

Despite the fact that the menacing tone is directed at Kane and not at him, and is, in fact, clearly meant to be a show to make him feel better, Valen still cowers a little.

Kane barely takes note of the fact that despite appearances, this vampire is a man, in face of the rules being thrown his way. This vampire, Valen, is apparently not his peer, but his superior. And if Valen looks like that... what are they going to do to him, when he's even lower?

"Yes, ma- Miss Ari," he agrees hurriedly. "I understand. I know my place. I will not hurt him or touch him or touch anything else or..." He hesitates. Valen already looks scared of him. He's breaking that rule right now. "I, I'll try my best not to scare him. I won't do it on purpose," he settles on.

"Good boy," says Ari.

Kane has always had mixed feelings about being called good boy by the few hunters that do. Being called good is safe, but... it's so infantilizing. If he were in a position where he didn't have much bigger problems, he would hate it. But it's the least of his worries, now.

"I think you'll like each other," says Lex, who seems delighted, like she's setting up a playdate with two puppies. "Oh, we should probably clean you off, huh? Do you want to take a bath?"

“Yeah, you're…” says Ari. “Um. Kind of gross-looking.”

Kane's heart soars at the possibility. "A bath? A, a real bath? Not a hose?" he asks, brimming with hope. He hasn't even seen soap in years.

"Yeah!" says Lex. "Come on."

The bathroom is upstairs, so Ari carries him again, and Lex starts running the water. “Oh, um, do you want some privacy?” says Lex. “If…I mean, you probably won’t try to go out the window or anything.”

“Yeah, you can have privacy for the bath if you want it,” says Ari. “If you don’t think you’ll need help getting in and out of the tub.”

Kane is so grateful for the opportunity. He'd be mortified if he was forced to strip the little clothing he was still allowed in front of these human women. "Thank you, yes, please. I'd love to be allowed privacy. Thank you so much."

"Okay, I'm gonna wait outside the door then if you need help," says Lex.

Lex brings in a fluffy bath towel and a washcloth, and they shut the door. Lex stays outside it as promised, while Ari goes downstairs.

Kane can hear Valen and Ari talking distantly, but can’t make out the words. Valen sounds vaguely stressed.

He tries to focus on what he’s been gifted. He hasn't experienced a joy like this in a very long time. He's finally allowed to bathe. He removes his shorts, washing those as best he can first and setting them on the edge of the tub to dry. The water quickly turns reddish-brown as he scrubs blood and filth and dead burnt skin from himself, and he ends up draining and refilling the tub. Finally being allowed to be clean is a privilege he never thought he'd enjoy again.

When he's done, he dries himself off with the wonderfully fluffy towel and puts his now-damp shorts back on. He keeps the towel wrapped around himself, daring to hope he might be allowed to keep it. Valen is allowed clothing, he notes, but they like Valen better than they like him.

"All done, Miss Lex," he calls out.

Lex opens the door. She has a handful of clothes: a long-sleeved shirt, long pants, and socks. "Okay, you--oh, you, uh, you wanted to keep those shorts? I thought maybe we would just throw them out, they look pretty worn, but, but if you would rather just wear those, that's fine I guess."

Kane stares in awe at the clothes Lex carries. For him. He'll be allowed to cover up again. He's giddy at the thought, but quickly panics when she suggests taking his shorts away. "Thank you so much for allowing me clothing. I'm so, so grateful. Um, I would prefer to keep them, if that's okay, please. They're all I have left. They're the only thing I have left. Please."

Lex is a bit perturbed. Thank you for allowing me clothing is just a fucked up thing to hear anyone say. "Um, okay. Well, you can put these on, if you want to, and then come out again. We can put your shorts in the washing machine so they can be actually clean. Just leave them in the bathroom and I’ll come get them later." She puts the clothes on the counter and shuts the door again.

Kane shivers with nervousness, wondering what he said wrong, to make Lex look upset. She asked if he wanted to keep his shorts, but maybe he gave the wrong answer? He hopes she really does give them back.

He removes the shorts, putting his new clothes on in exchange. He sighs in contentment: it feels so good to not be exposed. Even when the torture starts, he can take it, if he's allowed comforts like baths and clothes.

"Done again, Miss Lex."

Lex comes in. "Okay. Oh, I forgot about your wrists already. Here." She takes some gauze out of the medicine cabinet. She also takes out some antibiotic ointments and starts rubbing it gently on Kane's torn flesh, before wrapping them up in gauze. "There, how's that?"

"That's... lovely. Thank you. No one's ever..." Kane can't help but start to cry again. He's clean and clothed and his injuries are being cared for. He would do anything for Lex, he decides.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," says Lex. She gently caresses his jawline.

Kane goes rigid as human flesh approaches his mouth, not daring to breathe as he waits out the touch. He's so hungry. Eventually, Lex pulls her hand back, and he relaxes.

"Let's go back downstairs, huh?” Lex suggests. “I just realized we introduced Valen to you, but we forgot to introduce you to him."

He's nervous about the prospect. The other vampire sounded disapproving even from upstairs, and it's quickly becoming apparent that Valen is a third authority as well as a fellow captive. He has to make a good impression, or Valen could make his life hell.

Lex helps him down the stairs. She doesn't carry him, but she does hold his arm to keep him from falling.

In the dining room, Ari has dragged an easy chair from the living room out into the middle of the floor. She's piled the sleeping bag and a couple of blankets on the chair. "Um," she says, scratching her head. "We only have our bed, and the pullout couch, so this is the best I could come up with. This is good, right? You can use these in whatever combination you want to, make yourself a little nest I guess. Kind of lame, but..." She shrugs.

Kane can't believe what he's seeing. "I... get to sleep on that?" he asks incredulously. "With, with blankets? Not on the floor?" He takes a step closer to the inviting chair.

"Yeah, man, go ahead," says Ari. "I just moved it out of the living room because Valen said he'd prefer not to sleep in the same room." Ari pulls the handle on the side to show him the chair reclines and a footrest comes out.

Kane stumbles toward the recliner, sitting on it and wrapping himself up in blankets. It's so comfortable, and with the blankets, he can cover himself completely. He won't have to worry about those curtains being brushed aside, he'll be entirely protected from the sun.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" He snuggles further into his little nest. "Um, did I do something to, to upset or offend Valen? I didn't mean to." He knows Valen can probably hear him, and hopes he takes this as a sign of well-meaning from him.

"Nah," says Ari. "You haven't been here long enough to do anything like that."

"He just gets nervous," says Lex. "He doesn't usually get along well with other vampires. Why don't we go talk to him?"

Kane reluctantly unwraps himself and stands back up. "Yes, please." He wants to befriend this other vampire, if possible. Someone he could count on as an ally. Valen would be able to count on Kane as an ally, too. He could definitely relate to getting nervous.

When he's led back to the other room, he kneels, remembering that Valen is his superior, and timidly introduces himself. "My name is Kane. You don't need to be scared of me. I behave. I will follow the rules. I have no desire not to." No hurting, touching, scaring, or touching his things. "I hope that we can get along...? I haven't, haven't spoken to another vampire in a long time. I don't want any trouble. I get nervous, too... sir."

It feels strange referring to another vampire as 'sir', but Valen is above him, so he errs on the side of caution. He hopes he's correct about the gender, following the hunters' lead when they’d called Valen ‘him’.

Valen scrambles backwards a little bit, eyeing Kane strangely as he kneels down in submission. "Um. Th-thank you, I suppose, but please don't kneel, sir," Valen continues. It feels a little bit better that this strange man is on the floor rather than looming over him while he is bed bound, but it feels...weird. It reminds him too much of when he'd been living with the nobility. And...when people supplicated before you, usually that meant things were expected of you. He'd also added the "sir" on the end out of habit, before realizing how weird it was for two people to both be calling each other sir out of deference.

Kane stands as ordered, heart sinking when he sees that Valen's fangs have been pulled. They’re starting to grow back in, but it's obvious they were missing at one point. Kane knows the feeling well. It's definitely not the worst punishment there is, but it's still horrible. He supposes he'd better prepare for it. But that's okay, he has comforts now. He can deal with having his fangs pulled if he gets to live like this.

"I feel like maybe I've seen you before, um... I want to say... de Sang? Is that correct?" Valen asks.

He freezes when Valen pulls out his last name. "Yes, that's, that's correct. I... don't feel I have the right to call myself a de Sang anymore, honestly." He narrows his eyes, trying to recognize the vampire before him. He doesn't, so he thinks about the name. Valen. Does he know any Valens? Not really. The only one he can think of is Priscus Kithrara's wife, who he'd never spoken to beyond simple exchanges of 'hello's decades ago at a party, and besides, she was a woman. But they did look very similar, even despite Valen's sunken cheeks that matched his own.

Oh. It clicks suddenly that Valen is not a just feminine-appearing man, but likely a transsexual. Priscus's wife and the man before him are one and the same.

"...Valen Kithrara? Priscus's wife- um, husband?" he questions with a tilt of his head, unsure of the correct terminology.

Valen folds his hands on his lap delicately. "Yes, that's--that's me. Please don't be embarrassed about, um, not understanding my sex. Queer folks are often--often confusing to some people." His glance flickers over to Ari quickly. "Um, yes, I suppose legally I'm a wife...Priscus often took me to events to mingle with the upper class. We saw each other, um...I don't remember what the event was exactly, but...I just remember you were very rude to the waitstaff."

Ari lets out a guffaw. "Uh-oh, looks like our second pickup is a fancy boy! Maybe we should let him take the queen bed upstairs!"

Kane's face reddens. "I apologize. I have changed a lot since then. I am not rude anymore." The thought of even trying to be rude to someone sends shivers down his spine. He almost feels like he's going to be punished for the event Valen brought up. "I don't want any trouble. Please."

"No trouble is good," says Valen. "We like no trouble. But, may I ask how you ended up here?"

The hunters already know, and Valen is unlikely to judge him, having married into nobility himself. "I was attempting to capture a human. My lack of persuasion made me an easy target for hunters, and made them feel safe keeping me to, to torment for their entertainment. I was a fool, simply put."

Valen starts to tear up. "They--they tormented you just for entertainment? That's--that's horrible."

Valen also vaguely remembers hearing about this member of the nobility who couldn't use persuasion, apparently a great embarrassment, though he couldn't imagine why anyone would care. He decides not to comment on it though, since it's probably a sore subject.

Kane shrugs. "Entertainment, or a proxy for revenge against whatever vampire had gotten away from them." He wants to ask about Valen's injuries. Does he often break the rules? Is that why he's so broken, given that the hunters here don't torture for fun? He'll wait until the hunters leave them alone to ask, though he doesn't want to be away from Lex. "I am very grateful to be here, where the punishments are... given for reasons?"

Valen looks hesitantly at Lex and Ari. He hadn't been worried about punishments before, but now he is, since it's been brought up. He wants to reassure Kane that there aren't punishments here, but he can't in good conscience because now he's nervous it's not true.

Lex also wants to reassure Kane there aren't punishments here, but she knows Ari would see that as giving him free reign to misbehave without fear of consequences.

Ari wants to reassure Kane there aren't punishments, but she's worried that would put Valen ill at ease if Kane thinks he can hurt him, since there's no punishment for doing so.

In the end they all just sort of shuffle awkwardly as Kane's tentative statement hangs in the air.

Kane is, funnily enough, the only one at ease with this response. That confirms it, then. He won't be punished without reason. It's a mercy he's longed for for a long time. As long as he behaves, he might not be hurt at all. It's too good to be true. He relaxes just a little bit.

"Um!" says Lex, breaking the silence. "Okay, well, Bailey and Jerome are going to come over soon, since we told them we're home now! That'll be nice, won't it?" Bailey and Jerome had offered to help with feeding, and Lex had asked them to be on call tonight since she had a sneaking suspicion they'd have two hungry vampires to feed today, and since Lex was still recovering it probably wasn't the best idea to let either of them feed from her, and Ari certainly couldn't feed two starving vampires on her own.

Valen perks up. "Oh, yes, that will be nice." He looks at Kane. "It'll be nice."

Kane tentatively trusts Valen. Valen is like him. What reason would he have to lie? He nods. "I'm looking forward to it, then. Um, why is it nice?"

Valen smiles softly. "Last time they were here, they both let me feed from them. And then we played a board game, and they let me win."

Kane falls back down to his knees. There's no way. There's no way these hunters are going to feed him, right? No matter how kind they are, even Lex?

But... they'd given him a bath, and clothing, and a comfortable place to sleep, and confirmed that punishment would only come for a reason. Valen was clearly starved, so meals were unlikely to be a regular occurrence, but something is better than nothing. He wants blood so badly.

However, there's the possibility only Valen will be allowed to feed, not him. The golden child. We like him better than you, Ari had said. Maybe Kane is too low to be worthy of food. If he has to watch Valen feed while he continues to go hungry, he's going to lose his mind.

"Please, please, please allow me blood. I'll do anything." He looks up at Lex and Ari desperately, tearing up again. "Please, it's been years, I need it. Please, please, please! I'll be good, I'll be so good, I'll do anything, please!"

"Christ alive," says Ari. "Calm down. We're not going to starve you."

Lex smiles kindly at him and pats his head. "Of course we'll let you have some blood. Okay? That's why they're both coming over. More blood to go around." She giggles like this is very funny.

Kane buries his face in his hands and cries. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I don't know what to say. I don't know how I could possibly repay your kindness. Thank you."

"Do you want a hug?" Lex asks.

He wants a hug so, so badly, but he knows it's a bad idea. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Yes, please, but, um, m-maybe after? For... safety." If Kane ruined this by biting Lex, he would never forgive himself.

Lex laughs. "All right, good thinking." She puts a hand to the bite on her neck. "Don't know if I'd make it through another pointy hug, haha." Valen blushes fiercely at this.

For a moment, Kane is horrified. Lex didn't get that mark from hunting, she got it from Valen. That explains his injured state... kind of. Broken legs, burns, and pulled fangs are an extremely light punishment for biting. He was left out in the sun for a week for even trying to bite. He's once again filled with hope that his life here will be far, far less painful than his time with his old captors.

Don't blow it. He has one chance. As long as he's not sent back, he'll be okay.

Lex perks up, as though remembering something. "Oh! You know what, since you don't have any belongings, I bet you'd like something huh? I can give you a present!"

Ari rolls her eyes. "Here we go. Lex, they're grown men, I'm sure they don't want-"

"I can go buy-"

"You will choose from the ones you already have, you hoarder. Pick your least favorite ones. There's no room for me on the damn bed with all those things on there."

Lex pouts. "Fine." She goes upstairs for a few minutes and comes back down with two stuffed animals, a bear and a cat. "Don't listen to Ari, we all love stuffed animals. Valen already has some stuff so I think Kane should get to pick first. Which one do you want?" She holds them both up like they are very enticing prizes.

Kane is perplexed by Lex's offer. Ari is right, he's far too old for children's toys. But he finds it sweet that Lex is so excited about it, and... he has nothing. This would be something that's his.

He looks to Valen for a sign of whether he has a particular preference. Kane has none, and he knows his place. When he sees no indication, he hesitantly decides, "...The cat, if that's alright?"

"Haha, awesome!" says Lex, and she hands him the cat. She then puts the bear on Valen's lap.

"We can maybe get you some other stuff soon," says Ari. "Is there anything that you'd want? It looks like Lex's clothes fit you well enough, so we can just get some more clothes in that size."

Ari is offering him a blank cheque. An opportunity to request anything he wants. He didn't have anything beyond his shorts when he woke up today, but now he has a bath, clothes, blankets, a soft place to sleep, kind wardens, the promise of blood, and... a child's toy. Kane stares blankly for a few moments, completely overwhelmed. The only thing he really wants right now is blood. "Um... I, I don't know. You've already given me so much..."

"Okay, well you just let us know if you think of anything." Ari winks. "I'm sure you'll think of something while you're sitting here bored. Although, maybe Valen will let you read his books if you ask nicely."

"Th-that's fine," says Valen. "If you promise to be careful with them. Although, um, you might find them dreadfully boring. And not--and just don't touch The Natural History of Viruses. If you really want that one, I can read it to you aloud, but--but please don't touch it." Valen becomes a little panicked, realizing he's basically just pointed out the fastest and easiest way to hurt his feelings.

"I won't touch. It was one of the rules," Kane agrees hurriedly. "I'll be good, I swear. I don't, don't want any trouble. I know how to behave. I won't touch anything of yours without permission."

Valen beams. Maybe this won't be so bad. Kane is at least polite.

Valen and Kane hear the footsteps on the porch before the two humans do, followed by a knock on the door. Ari comes over and opens it, and Bailey saunters in. "Yooo-hooo, I brought the blood you ordered. Get it while it's hot."

Kane is not close to the path of the sunlight streaming in, but he staggers backward away from it anyway, clutching his plush to his chest fearfully.

Jerome comes in next, carrying a board game. "Well, I have it on good authority mine tastes better."

"And whose authority is that?" asks Ari.

"My own," says Jerome. "If I try really, really hard, I can make my blood taste like licorice. I'm the world's lamest X-man."

"You piece of shit," Bailey wheezes. They shut the door behind them, once again blocking out the sun, although it's starting to set outside.

Kane’s anxiety dissipates quickly. The door is closed again, and these men are here to feed him. He salivates at the concept, staring at them hungrily.

Despite the fact that Valen was the one who insisted this will be nice, he starts trembling a little even as he says hi. It still activates his fight-or-flight response to be in the presence of four hunters, especially so injured and unable to move, and especially especially now that there's also an additional male vampire here.

"And who's this one who's staring at me like I'm a nice juicy steak?" asks Bailey light-heartedly.

"Go ahead and introduce yourself," Lex encourages.

Kane winces, casting his gaze down. "S-sorry, sir. I'm sorry. My name is Kane de Sang. I didn't mean to seem presumptuous."

"Ha! You're good," says Bailey. He looks like he is about to give Kane a good-natured slap on the back, but then thinks better of it.

"So polite," says Jerome. "You sure do know how to pick out the polite ones, Ari."

"Turns out if you beat the shit out of them for months or years, they get really polite," huffs Ari.

"Well," says Bailey. "Lex and Ari told us about your little predicament, and they told us they were gonna take you home if you passed their smell test, so it looks like you're not a total piece of shit if you're here, and that means you get to eat." He does jazz hands. "So me and him are both on the menu, who wants to order what?"

"Valen already got an extra feeding recently," says Lex. "So Kane should get to pick who he wants to feed from."

"I have more blood," quips Bailey. "Just by volume. Although it doesn't taste like licorice, if that's what you're after."

Kane's heart bursts with joy. He's not a total piece of shit, and that means he gets to eat. It's the best news he's heard in years.

"More blood," he answers immediately, looking to Bailey with pleading eyes. "If, if that's alright, sir."

"Great!" Bailey drops his bag. "Might as well do that first, no sense making you wait around."

"One at a time," says Ari. "And let Valen eat first, so Kane can watch and copy him." Obviously Kane has fed from a human before--probably much more than Valen has, in fact--but it's been a long time, and Ari thinks it might help Kane know how to do it if Valen models for him.

"Guess that means I'm up first then," says Jerome. He takes a small knife out of his pocket, unsheathing it. "I gotta do it myself since V doesn't have any fangs right now. Hey, you're like an actual proper vampire, aren't you, Kane? Who's, like, fed from humans before? What would you say is the least painful spot to get blood from? Cuz last time I tried my palm and yeesh, that ain't it."

Valen blushes a little at the implication that he's not a "proper" vampire.

Kane backs away, horrified by the scene unfolding in front of him. This human is going to bleed, and expect him to just stand here and watch, and he's not going to be able to do it. He's going to fail, he's going to blow it, this wonderful dream of a life is going to be snatched away from him and they're going to take him back.

"Wait wait wait! I can't, I won't be able to stay still, please!" The horrible thought that all these niceties were just a taunt so that they could set him up to fail crosses his mind. Is it some kind of sick mind game? "I, I want to be good! Please don't do it in front of me, I won't be able to be good, I just wanna be good!"

Ari clicks her tongue. "Oh, ah, right..." She's thinking of the way Valen couldn't control himself for five seconds and went into a feeding frenzy upon smelling blood. It might be even worse for Kane, since it's been so much longer since he's fed. "Kane feeds first then. Okay, Valen?"

"Yes," says Valen, voice small. "That's fine."

"Me first, then," says Bailey. "The question stands, where's the least painful place to get bitten? I feel like you'd know better than any of us."

"...I don't know. I've only ever fed from the neck," Kane admits. I never asked. I just took what I wanted and never cared how he felt about it. There's no way he can possibly say that, though the implication is there. Guilt surges through him at the thought. He shouldn't have held Jim captive at all, but even if he did, he still could have been much kinder.

"Psssht," says Bailey. "Ugh, fine then. Well, you're not getting my neck. How about a forearm?" He holds his left forearm out, offering Kane the meat near his elbow.

"Just be gentle," instructs Ari. “And pull away when he tells you to stop, and lick it closed when you're done."

"Thank you so much, sir," Kane says, full of gratitude. He bites down as gently as he can, almost unbelieving that this is happening. The decadent taste of blood fills his mouth for the first time in years, and he can't help but cry from the relief, feeling as though he's being made whole again. He drinks and drinks and drinks, like the man is offering him life itself. He's never felt this good in his entire life. It tastes like nothing he could ever have imagined, it's the best blood he's ever had, settling warmly in his no-longer-empty stomach. Bailey says something, but all he can focus on is the sweet, delicious blood.

Ari grabs a fistful of hair and forcefully yanks his head back. "Hey," she growls. "He said that's enough."

Kane gasps, the best moment of his life shattered by the terrifying realization that he messed up. It's been mere hours, and he's already blown it. He's not going to get the same privileges as Valen, the one they like better, let off with a few broken bones and his fangs pulled.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry, I'm so sorry!" His breathing picks up, quick with panic, his gentle, relieved crying morphing into terrified sobs. "P-please don't send me back, I'm so sorry, please, I can't go back there, I can't! I'm so sorry, please, I didn't mean to! Please don't m-make me go back, I'll do anything!" he wails.

He remembers the last part of his orders: Lick it closed when you're done. He can't lean forward to do so while Ari is holding his hair, but he sticks his tongue out, trembling.

Ari flicks his nose. "Put that away." She looks at his trembling, terrified form for a few moments and then sighs. "Yeah, okay, I guess that's on us. We know how hard it is for starving vampires to control themselves. All things considered, that was pretty tame. This might be a problem if you keep doing it when you start to get some strength back, but you didn't really hurt Bailey at all." She releases him.

Kane collapses to the floor, putting his tongue away as ordered. He kneels, looking first to Ari. "Th-thank you for your mercy, Miss Ari. Thank you for giving me another chance. I wouldn't do it if I wasn't starving, I would never. Thank you so, so much."

He looks up at Bailey next, still shaking. "I'm so sorry, sir. I'm so sorry. Thank you so much for allowing me food. I don't know what I can possibly do to repay you. I'm so, so sorry."

"Hey, you're good," says Bailey. "Accidents happen. I'm not gonna let you win at Monopoly now, though." He winks, then strips off his outer layer to reveal an undershirt that says BLOOD DONOR, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Ari squats down in front of Kane, sighing. "Okay, clearly this wasn't a fair shot because we let Valen drink from a drinking glass, and he got to eat as much as he wanted. So we can let you have a double portion today, I still have all my blood, so you can give me a little nibble too."

Kane is completely stunned. He's not being sent back, he's not being punished at all, and he's actually being rewarded. She's going to give him more blood. "Thank you, Miss Ari." he says, feeling like a broken record, looking at her like she's a god. "I, I don't know what to say. This is... so much more than I deserve. Thank you so much. I won't mess up again, I promise." He's fuller now, his head clearer. He knows he will be able to keep his head steady enough to control himself.

"Well, you're literally starving." She clicks her tongue and ruffles his hair. "Just don't say I never did nothing for ya." She holds her own forearm out. "I am going to keep my hand on your head and pull you away when you're done, though."

Kane melts into the touch. He hasn't been touched kindly since long before his captivity began. "You and Miss Lex have done everything for me, everything I could ever want. Thank you." He's more at ease with the precaution. He can't fail, now. He gently sinks his fangs into her arm, relaxing as he drinks more sweet, sweet blood. He's able to keep his head clear, this time. He looks up and makes eye contact with Ari to prove it, to show he's listening, that he can be good.

Ari is a little bit amused by this, she has the dirty thought that this is sort of how Lex looks at her submissively while giving her oral. She threads her fingers into his hair. "Good boy," she says. After drinking for a bit, she pulls him away. "There, how's that feel?"

Kane is completely mortified by the statement, flushing red and breaking eye contact immediately. He really doesn't know how he feels about it, safe and uncomfortable at the same time, but that doesn't matter. He's being fed.

As soon as he feels Ari start to tug his head back, he licks her wound closed as he's pulled free of her. "Feels amazing. I never thought I'd get to feel full again. Thank you so, so much."

Ari hums. "Good. Will it be a problem for you to watch Valen eat now?"

"No, Miss Ari. I can control myself now." Kane says. It occurs to him that he's just made Valen wait to eat. Not the best way to make a good first impression. Once Ari lets go of him, he turns to Valen apologetically. "I apologize, Mr. Kithrara. I didn't mean to make you wait. It won't happen again."

Valen smiles. "Oh, that's--that's all right. I've been feeding every day for the past few days, so-so it's only fair that you get to go first. You were." His cheeks flush. "You were actually a lot more restrained than I was when I broke my fast."

Kane swells with pride at the compliment. He's been restraining himself so long, it must finally be paying off.

Jerome comes over and makes a small cut along his forearm, extending it out to Valen. He meekly takes the proffered limb in both hands, licking daintily like a cat at a saucer of milk. When Jerome tells him to stop, he licks his lips and says, "Thank you for your generosity." Bailey then comes over and has Valen lick his wound closed as well, since Kane didn't get the chance. Bailey digs out a carton of juice from his bag and pops the lid open, drinking directly from it, sitting on the arm of the couch.

Kane studies Valen as he feeds, taking note. This is how the golden child behaves, the one the hunters like better. He will be sure to act similarly the next time he's allowed to feed. He sits on the floor, tired after everything that's happened today, even with a burst of renewed energy inside him.

"Aww, are you tired?" asks Lex, once again as though she's talking to a baby. "We were going to play Monopoly, would you rather not join us? You can just go to sleep if you like."

Both of these options sound lovely. Kane is overwhelmed by how good his life has suddenly become. "I can play, Miss Lex. I just can't stay upright for very long."

"I can't stay upright at all," says Valen, prompting a smattering of laughter from all the humans in the room.

They move a table near the couch so that Valen can play without having to be moved, and set up the game board. There's enough chairs for them all to squeeze around the table, although they have to squish together a little bit. Lex hands Valen the dice to roll on his turn, and she moves his token for him, since he can't reach the whole board.

Things get a little heated partway through the game when Ari starts to control more of the board, sending all the other players into a spiral of bankruptcy, and Bailey nearly flips the table when he keeps landing on her properties.

"Sorry," said Ari coolly. "Have you tried being better at the game?"

On Valen's turn, he hands Ari his entire stack of fake money, not nearly enough to pay off the outrageous debts he's racked up moving around the board. "I believe I am out of the game," he says.

"You can play on my team!" says Lex.

"That's not how it works!" Jerome shouts.

Kane is quickly becoming very anxious. He flinches at the shout, whimpering. He was doing reasonably well, but he doesn't want to play anymore. He sits rigidly, hoping that if he's quiet and still, no one will hurt him.

The table falls silent. Jerome looks at Kane. "Oh, hey, man, I'm not mad at you. Sorry, I just got a bit carried away."

Lex takes his hand and rubs it. "Were we a bit too rowdy? Sorry, I kind of forgot a bunch of people being loud might be scary."

This is insane. It feels so surreal, people actually caring. A human, a hunter, is holding his hand and comforting him. Another human, possibly also a hunter, apologized to him without having even done anything. "I'm sorry. Um, I didn't mean to flinch. I get scared easy. I know you're not mad at me."

Bailey lets out a breath. "It's getting late anyway. I'm sick of this stupid game. And I know you were cheating, Ari, I saw you taking money from the bank. We're playing Uno next time."

"Yeah, why don't we roll out," says Jerome. "See you, uh, I dunno when your next shift is." He packs up the game. "Nice to meet you, Kane, make sure you keep behaving yourself, yeah?"

That confirms it, then, that Bailey and Jerome are hunters as well. He never thought he'd feel happy to be around hunters, but he does. "Yes, sir, I will. It was nice to meet you both as well."

They pack up their things and leave. It's now fully night out.

"I'm beat," says Ari. "Are you all ready to go to bed?"

"Yes," says Valen quietly. He's already in bed. He mostly just goes to bed all the time already.

"Yes, Miss Ari," Kane agrees. "Thank you all so much. Today has been the best day of my entire life."

“Awwwww,” coos Lex. "Hey, do you want a hug now?"

"Yes, please." Kane melts into Lex's arms as she hugs him, finally able to be close to a human without having to restrain himself due to the gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach. A few tears leak into her shoulder. "I haven't been hugged in a hundred years, I think."

"Jesus Christ," mutters Ari. She hadn't even considered how touch-starved someone could get being immortal. What a fucking sadsack they'd picked up.

Lex pets his hair. "Well, you can have hugs now if you want. You're being good."

"Can-can I also have a hug? When you're done?" pipes up Valen's small voice from behind her. He's looking at Kane enviously.

Lex chuckles. "Of course, plenty to go around." Lex gives Kane a final squeeze, then comes over and gives Valen an awkward side-hug, since he's sitting down.

Before they go, Kane asks what year it is. Upon hearing the answer, he mumbles, "Five years, then. It... felt like longer."

Ari grimaces. "Yeah, I bet. You think you'll be able to sleep okay tonight?"

"Definitely." Kane agrees. "It's so soft." The concept of being able to sleep in that blanket nest on a comfy chair is extremely enticing to him.

Ari rubs the back of her head. "Um, so listen, I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. About how we like Valen better than you. What I meant by that, um, well..." She grimaces. "It's really complicated, okay, but we, uh, we kind of fucked up really, really badly and Valen ended up getting really hurt because of it, so we sort of feel like we owe him. And I just said that stuff because I wanted him to feel safer. But looking back it sounded kind of fucked up, so. Maybe I shouldn't have. Sorry."

Kane is touched by this. "Thank you, it's okay. I understand that I've been here less time than he has. You've been unbelievably kind to me."

Valen is also a little touched by this. Both by Ari’s confession that she feels like she owes him, but also seeing her apologize to Kane. His heart warms.

“Well,” says Ari. “Anyway. We’re going to bed. You’re allowed to move around the house if you want to, but don’t leave, okay? And if you want something, you can come knock on our door and wake us up.”

“I understand. Thank you both so much,” Kane says gratefully. “I have no desire to leave.”

After the women have gone upstairs, Kane turns to Valen. "Can I ask you some questions? What did you do to be punished like that?" He gestures to Valen's everything. "Just, just so I know how to behave."

Valen looks a bit scared to be asked such a thing like that. "Um, um I--I didn't do anything. I swear I didn't do anything."

"Oh." Kane's voice is suddenly small and scared. "But, but I thought... they said they wouldn't punish without a reason. It was a lie?"

"Oh, um, th-they didn't do this to me. It was someone else. They took me away from there. Well, I-I suppose they pulled my fangs, but that was just to convince the others I was dead. So he would stop looking for me." He shudders. "And I, um, broke my legs myself. Trying to run away. And, um." He fidgets with the metal collar. "They couldn't take this off me when we left, because they don't have the key, but they're going to figure something out eventually. They just can't ask for the key without letting him know I'm still alive."

Valen's explanation relaxes Kane tremendously. It wasn't them. "I'm sorry you're hurt. You seem very kind. It's a lot better here, though. Maybe we'll both be okay." He gives Valen a friendly smile.

"Thank you," says Valen. "I hope so. I hope you sleep well. I'm sorry you can't have a real bed."

"I've slept on a concrete floor for the past five years. I would be happy to have carpet, let alone an entire chair with blankets." Kane also wants to ask Valen how he ended up captured, but figures it may be rude to ask, especially because he seemed uncomfortable with the last question. "I hope you sleep well, too." “Thank you. Um, I know they said you are free to move about the house, but if you would please, I would request that if you want to come into the living room, you would announce yourself and ask first.” “Yes, of course.” Kane is thankful to be given explicit, easy-to-follow rules by both the hunters and Valen. He won’t blow it. He’ll be good.

Kane curls up in his easy chair, pulling the blankets over him so that every inch of him is completely covered, including his head. He's never been a stuffed animal person, but he rests the cat on the arm of the chair, glad for what it represents. Safety.

Kane is a very light sleeper, so hours later, he wakes to Valen crying in the next room. He hesitantly pokes his head out of the blankets, though he stays put in his chair. "Valen? Are you okay?" he calls softly.

Valen has been lying there for hours trying to sleep. He just can't seem to fall asleep anymore. Every night, as soon as he's lying down alone, the anxiety starts coming back.

Unsafe, you're unsafe. You're out in the open. There's no bars to stop anyone from hurting you.

He's so tired, he's on the verge of asking to just be locked in the coffin again so he can maybe finally just fucking fall asleep. And now he has this added stress of there being a man in the next room. Kane was nothing but perfectly polite and docile, and he seems to have less than zero interest in hurting Valen, but Valen is still vulnerable here, hurt even worse than Kane is. There would be nothing to stop him from walking on over, clapping a hand over Valen's mouth, and doing whatever he wants to him. And that's really all he can think about.

"Don't come in!" Valen cries. "Please!"

But no, that's stupid. If Kane came in and hurt him, he could just tell Lex and Ari the next morning. This wasn't like when Nick would just hurt him in secret, and he'd have no way to tell anyone about it. Nevertheless, he doesn't take back his plea to Kane, pulling the covers over his head, hugging the stuffed bear Lex gave him earlier.

Kane shrinks further into his chair. "I won't! I won't, I promise." Valen sounds scared. He supposes that they've been through something similar, it makes sense that Valen is scared. Alone is safe. No one can hurt you when you're alone, because there's no one else. "I'll stay right here. It's okay."

"Th-thank you. I’m sorry," says Valen. "…Can you, if you don't mind, can you try telling me that I'm safe? And that I don't need to try and run away?"

"It's okay. You're safe, Valen. You don't need to try and run away." The concept is baffling to Kane. Why would anyone want to run away from this paradise? And he can't run anyway, not with those legs. "Lex and Ari are kind and merciful, you're safe. You're going to be okay."

Valen sobs a little bit more. "Thank you. Okay. Sorry to wake you up. Good night."

"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm, I'm happy to help if you need anything. Good night."

Kane falls back asleep easily, nice and warm under his blankets. He can’t believe this is his life now. For the first time in years, he thinks that just maybe, he’s going to be okay.

-

once again thank you nasa for writing this with me :)

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[imsparky2002]

Ghouls and Monsters - The Human

(Fraidrien doesn't bother with any theatrics, just settling for waltzing on into the room.) 

Fraidrien: 'Sup, dude? Bootiful day, isn't it. 

(He offers a hand for Average Adrien to shake.)

Average Adrien: (Giggling) Yeah, I’ve had a pretty good day so far! What about you?

(His counterpart puts his hands behind his head.) 

Fraidrien: Oh you know, the usual. Making sure Gabriel knows I hate his guts, helping my partners and family scare the crap out of people, bein cute.

Average Adrien: (Fiddling with his fingers) That…sounds really cool. I always wished I had the guts to really stand up to my father before he got arrested for basically running an underground terrorist group.

Fraidrien: (Grimacing) What a scumbag. Mine hates monsters and Halloween, sure, but he doesn't have the guts to do anything about it.

Average Adrien: It’s just…I don’t get why you can hate someone just because they look different! What kind of reason is that? Most monsters are perfectly nice people just trying to live their lives…and yet humans treat them like they’re the devil incarnate.

Fraidrien: Well, look at it this way. When you were really really little, and your dad most likely told you to look out for the monster under your bed, what did you do?

Average Adrien: I would check, but mostly because I thought maybe if I was nice we could be friends.

Fraidrien: And that's because even then, you knew there was a chance it was kind. There are people out there who just... don't operate like that. They hear or even think about something or someone being different and it scares them. Most are passive, but others decide to get violent. Our world's not as hostile, but we aren't exactly holding hands with monsters.

Average Adrien: Yeah…I just wish things could be different. The group I started with Jesse and Missy, for humans on the monsters’ side, is getting bigger. But the process is really slow. I just…wish things could be different.

Fraidrien: Hey, the fact that your numbers are growing shows that you’re already starting to make change happen! Any progress is good progress!

Average Adrien: We can only hope. But enough serious stuff, tell me more about your world? You mentioned siblings? I have Felix, but he's my cousin, and not someone who I want to associate with at the moment.

Fraidrien: Me and Felix get along ok. He's more of a vigilante than a hero. I take it that yours isn't so neutral?

Average Adrien: Yeah…let’s just say, he picked up where my father left off, and then some!

Fraidrien: (Wincing) Yeesh... hope you've got Nathalie at least.

Average Adrien: Yeah, her and my mom. Mom and dad are divorced, and she and Nathalie worked to take down his group. They’re both really great.

Fraidrien: (Catlike grin) You know, I could transform and give your Gabriel a little visit. 

(Average Adrien looks confused but interested.)

Average Adrien: What do you mean transform?

Fraidrien: Cheshire! Time to spook! 

(He goes through his creepy transformation into Cat Astrophe, who cackles madly and takes his head off.)

Average Adrien: (Stares in awe) Woah! That’s, like, one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.

Cat Astrophe: (Putting his head back on.) Well, as you can tell, I was always a fan of the Pumpkin King, so I decided to become one myself!

(He pulls out his bag of sweets.)

Cat Astrophe: What tickles your fancy? Or, my fancy, I should say. Any hobbies?

(Average Adrien chews on a piece of candy before swallowing it.)

Average Adrien: I’m a bit of a movie buff myself and I like video games. I really wasn’t allowed to do much when my father had custody, so a lot of things are still new to me, but I love getting to try something for the first time! It’s always so exciting.

Cat Astrophe: Cheshire! Fright's out! 

(He turns back into Fraidrien) 

Fraidrien: Ooh! I love games too! Not just horror ones, mind you. I may love all things creepy, but I can have other interests. 

(He then gets a warm smile.) 

Fraidrien: It was really nice to meet me.

Average Adrien: It was nice to meet you too, other me!

(Maridoll and her partners show up to cuddle with him. Scarynette and KagaRing do the same with Fraidrien, holding a drawing that Nath did of DracLuka.) 

Maridoll: Yes... it certainly was nice.

And that's the end of the Ghouls and Monsters crossover! Obviously, they will meet again, as shown in Weeby's Scare. Thanks as usual to her for helping with the dialogue. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask for more. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

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[invisibleraven]

Oooh, scooby doo au with the combo of your choice!

Luke grinned as the Phantom-Mobile pulled up in front of the abandoned looking club. "Alright gang, we've got to see if we can find this ghost that is driving away all of nice Mr. Covington's customers."

"If you ask me," Alex said, as he triple checked their supplies, "Mr. Covington did not seem all that nice."

"Nu-uh," chorused Willie. "Totally not nice."

"It's like chill man," Reggie said, tossing a few more snacks into Alex's bag when he wasn't looking. "We don't have to like the dude to help him out or accept his money."

"Reggie's right," Julie said with a nod. "We get in, we find out what's really happening, we get out, we get paid-"

"We fund our demo!" Luke finished. "Let's go Phantoms!"

Look, it wasn't their fault that Mr. Covington thought their band was a group of exorcist's, given their name, but money was money when gigs had dried up and jobs were slow. None of them really believed in ghosts, so they figured it was just some disgruntled employee out to stop the business in it's tracks.

They crept into the club, which was dark, and hitting the light switch did little to illuminate the situation, given the bulbs had gone dead for the most part. "Yeesh, I thought this place was supposed to be swanky," Alex said with a whistle as he lifted a streak of dust with his finger.

"I suppose cleaning isn't high on your priority list when you've got a poltergeist," Julie said with a shrug.

"A whater-geist?" Willie asked.

"Ghost man, keep up," Reggie replied. "Gestalt entity, spectre, spirit. I know all the lingo."

"You hang out with Carlos too much," Julie said with a fond eye roll.

"Not my fault the little dude looks up to me!" Reggie repled.

"And we all love that he does but I think you guys bickering has effectively scared everything but the spiders away!" Luke hissed. "Trying to get paid remember?"

Then they saw it-a white figure off in the distance. The creak and groan of stairs, a moan, a rattle of chains.

"Can we like, make like a tree and leave?" Reggie asked.

"Shush dude," Alex cautioned. "It's probably more afraid of you than you are of it."

"I thought there was no such thing as ghosts," Julie said, a tremble of fear in her voice.

"That's witches," Willie replied.

"So we're not going with witch," Luke nodded resolutely. He nodded towards the figure. "Let's gp."

"Are you crazy?" Alex whispered. "We're not equipped to deal with an actual phantom!"

"It's probably some homeless guy squatting here who's trying to stake his claim," Luke replied.

"I say we let squatter's rights stand then," Reggie said. "We all know how tough it is to sleep rough."

"We don't get paid that way, unfortunately," Julie said, reaching out to squeeze his hand, then nodded to Luke.

"Alright boss, let's go." LUke crept closer, and then tackled the spirit. Only he went through the image, almost landing on the projector that was displaying the image.

"Ha, told you there was nothing to be scared of!" Alex crowed.

"Now we have to find out who turned it on," Willie replied, the rest of them gulping rather audibly.

The rest of their trek was a rather twisty turny maze, including a corridor of rooms that all seemed to lead back to one another, until finally they found a dark figure in the control booth.

Willie and Reggie circled him in rope, while Alex called the cops and Julie looked around to turn off any more projectors and on the lights.

Luke approached the figure, who was wearing a large rubber mask. "Now let's see who's really behind this whole thing." He pulled off the mask to reveal...

"Mr. Covington?" the group chorused.

"I almost had this place as a tax write off you fools!" he scowled. "You weren't supposed to actually come, just take the money. And I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids!"

"Well, crime doesn't pay," Luke replied. "But we will be sending you our bill."

Everyone rolled their eyes at that, and laughed. Well, everyone except Mr. Covington that it, who just groaned. But no one could blame him-it was a truly awful joke. Thanks goodness that wasn't Luke's forte.

But hey, maybe if this music thing didn't work out, they could actually go into ghost hunting?

#filled prompts #ficlet #julie and the phantoms qpr #julie and the phantoms #this is pure crack honestly but it was super fun to write

[stephpotterart]

I am listening to Dracula on audible as I work... and I've developed a little headcanon that makes me laugh...

Headcanon: Bram Stoker's Dracula is based on an encounter with a Vampire, but the entire story has been misconstrued and exaggerated. Rewritten and given an inaccurate narrative. He assumed that the Vampire was Vlad Dracula, based on the descriptions of the man... but it was actually Nandor.

Nandor, who had been living alone in a wrecked castle for a couple generations, only because it's quiet and he moved in while in Vampire Depression

Nandor who who made the three sisters into his brides because he was lonely, but now regrets it because yeesh, they can't take the hint to leave.

Nandor who just wanted to live in England for a season or two with Laszlo and Nadja while they prepare to emigrate to the United States of America.

Nandor who didn't mean to kill everyone on the Demeter, but who panicked when he was noticed, turned into a bat, which in turn scared the shit out of the crew who then started to leap overboard and overreact.

Nandor who would have helped the Captain except said Captain lashed himself to the helm with a crucifix (Fucking guy!)

Nandor who can turn himself into a black dog, though doesn't always do it at the best of times.

Nandor who was trying to get rid of a previous Familiar with a slightly failed Hypnotism (Renfield) which ended up with the Brain Scramblies.

Nandor who found a pretty girl sleepwalking and thought she'd make a lovely 38th (possibly 40th) wife.

Nandor, who had a consensual affair with a married woman, but whose husband definitely didn't appreciate and now it's being remembered as an attack on the purity of her soul and their marriage.

When he eventually reads Bram Stoker's book, he's probably going to be offended lol.

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