#you know what else has a creepy meat moon. lost i

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image description: a pencil drawing colored in digitally of a strange horizontal tunnel made of red meat. The meat tunnel is stringy & full of gaps, & is occasionally studded with a few large, yellowed teeth. A simple white person can be seen inside, crawling on their hands & knees; their back doesn't touch the top of the tunnel, but the space ahead looks too small for them. The area outside of the tunnel is completely dark except for a few meat strings connecting the tunnel to something out of view. End ID.

day 18: cramped space

not what i expected to draw for this day, but this is from a dream in which I had to climb through a stringy wet meat tunnel, somewhere under the surface of an alien moon.

#traditional art #digital art #sketch app #original art #goretober #dreams #concept art #is this moon creepy or wet #image described #lonely dog draws #body horror #trypophobia #in the dream we had flashlights but i didnt feel like trying to communicate that any clearer 👍 #you know what else has a creepy meat moon. lost i #lost in v #yeah #GUYS I'M ALMOST TO 666 POSTS #one more post!

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More Than Meets the Eye #21- Situations in Which it is Appropriate to Stab Your Roommate

You know what’s generally considered bad for your health?

Getting fingers stuck into your brain meat.

Tailgate reveals himself to be immune to Tyrest’s “fall down on the floor” signal, because his hearing’s gone to complete shit due to Cybercrosis. Tailgate then turns off the “fall down on the floor” signal, allowing everyone back up. Tyrest dislikes this turn of events every much- so much so, in fact, he’s turned into a Nazgûl out of sheer rage.

Rodimus, feeling a bit bolstered by the fact that he’s gotten his hands on one of the massive guns the Legislators dropped, tries to talk a big game at Tyrest, before being reminded that a lot of their party is still at risk of dying, by way of their souls cheese-wizzing out of their heads.

Tyrest, now using Tailgate as a hostage, tells everyone to back off so he can go hang out with the Guiding Hand, otherwise he’s gonna poke holes in Cyclonus’ morality pet. Tailgate screams for Rodimus to fire, finally revealing that he’s been dying this whole time. Rodimus has a weird moment where the plot overrides his knowledge of his situation as a character, as he claims shooting them both is unnecessary, as it looks like someone’s already working on it.

Not sure how he saw the gun and not the man it was being held by. And Minimus has some fucking explaining to do.

Outside, Star Saber is yelling about everyone being unworthy of God’s grace, save for himself, because Real Bastard Hours are 24-fucking-7 with him around. Cyclonus decides that he’s going to deal with the stress of not being able to find his dying roommate through violence, and agrees to a religiously-inclined sword fight.

Star Saber has a good start, sucker-punching Cyclonus in the chin, holier-than-thou as he goes. Cyclonus turns the tables however, when he uses his remaining helmet horn to gouge one of Star Saber’s eyes out, revealing his fashion statement to be a deadly weapon in its own right.

Then we get a taste of Cyclonus’ personal brand of faith.

That’s a mighty high opinion of Tailgate you got there, pal. Quite the jump from “I think you’re pathetic.”

Unfortunately, having this little character moment gives Star Saber enough time to warp the hell away from Cyclonus’ Nazgûlian wrath.

Back with Zombie Bullshit Part 3, we get some friggin’ answers.

Minimus looks super tiny here, but remember that he’s still at least ten feet tall. This is not a man you can invite inside your house for a tea party.

After Minimus’ head got crushed, he had to Alien chest-burst his tiniest self out, which allowed him to grab that gun that’s as big as he is and shoot Tyrest in half. Rodimus has to be reminded again that people are still dying, including Brainstorm, which is weird, because he made it seem like he was forged a few issues back. Perceptor runs off to try and parse the Killswitch, and Pharma offers to help, striking a weirdly sultry pose as he does. Everyone ignores him, because that’s just what happens when you become evil and cut your old coworker in half hotdog-style- you get ignored.

Off in the corner, Swerve is talking to Tailgate about the fact that he didn’t tell anyone he was dying, then makes a joke about his impending demise, because Swerve has a lot of trouble handling serious situations. No one has helped him pop his nose back into place, either. This entire team is just falling apart.

Skids stares blankly at Ratchet and First Aid as they check to make sure all the cold-constructed ‘bots are still dying- they are- then remembers that he’s supposed to be watching Pharma.

Prowl only hires the best, clearly.

Skids runs for the portal, with First Aid right on his tail because there’s a gotdang score to settle, and also Rung for some reason. They find Pharma chilling in the tunnel, completely unable to get through to the other side, not because he’s guilty, but because there’s a forcefield in place.

Of course, because Tyrest was an engineer, and you can always find a running theme with everyone’s work, Rung theorizes that the forcefield is working with Aequitas rules, and actually can sense guilt- not of the legal sense, but of the personal variety.

Which sort of implies some unfortunate things about the Aequitas trials as a whole.

Skids starts sinking through, whereas Rung is hitting a wall. Rung, the hell you got to feel guilty about? What sort of horrors have you inflicted upon the world, you skinny creamsicle of a man?

Skids, people are dying. Can your personal nirvana not wait until after this galactic-scale crisis is resolved?

While Skids fucks off into the portal, First Aid’s taking care of Pharma, as Rung watches and has a Nam flashback to issue #6 in the distance.

Sometimes I wonder if First Aid is somehow aware of how Eugenesis went for him, and that’s why he’s so aggressive all the time in MTMTE.

With his revenge exacted, First Aid finally has that breakdown that’s been a long time coming.

You know what we haven’t had in a while? Gratuitous religious imagery.

“They call it the Eugenesis Code. Has something to do with intellectual property, I dunno.”

So this move they’re about to pull might kill Rodimus, and is for-sure going to annihilate the half of the Matrix they have. Bummer. Perceptor goes to finish setting up, leaving Rodimus and Minimus alone to discuss that thing Getaway brought up about Ultra Magnus luring the Lost Light to Luna 1.

Over on the floor, Tyrest isn’t dead, because of course he isn’t, and enacts the homophone game with Swerve and Tailgate as he relays an order to the Legislators.

Outside, all the Legislators stop whaling on Whirl with their swords and start parroting prime numbers at the sky.

Back with Rodimus and Minimus, it’s revealed that Magnus/Minimus/Miniminimus DID lure the Lost Light to the moon, but it was to have Tyrest yell at Rodimus for being a crappy captain. He didn’t know that Tyrest had gone completely bonkers.

The worst part is that Minimus doesn’t know the half of all the bullshit Rodimus has pulled since the end of the war.

No wonder Rodimus was so upset before the funeral- Overlord was partially his fault.

Prowl, prior to the Lost Light’s launch, had wormed his way into Rodimus’ brain, convincing him that an Autobot Phase Sixer was absolutely necessary for the safety of everyone. He, along with Drift, Brainstorm, the Duobots, and eventually Chromedome, assisted in what culminated in one hell of a bad day.

Rodimus would really prefer if this whole space-crucifixion didn’t kill him, because he’s feeling like he’s got a lot to make up for. Which, yeah. I’m guessing all of Tripodeca’s friends are going to be mighty sore about this whole thing once it comes to light.

And that’s a series wrap on Rodimus!

We get a brief intermission, as we find out where exactly Skids got to. It’s… somewhere. Not even he’s sure. He tries to ask for directions, but it would seem there’s a language barrier.

It really speaks volumes to Skids’ sense of self-confidence, that he’d see a giant ball of technicolor light and decide he’s gonna go try to talk to it.

Back at the current crisis at hand, Rodimus screams some more, the Matrix shatters alongside any hopes of finding the Knights of Cybertron, and Ratchet has himself a little smile, because that did the trick.

The reason we aren’t seeing Crankcase in this set of panels is because his head wound was also spewing oil, and he looks super nasty right now. Well, nastier than any of the Scavengers usually are on a day to day basis. They regularly drink corpse juice, they can’t NOT be nasty.

Unfortunately, we aren’t out of the woods yet, as that whole Legislator thing still needs to be taken care of. They pour into the room, throwing Swerve along with the steel door, as he shrieks in terror.

Back outside, Cyclonus and Whirl are having a little breather up on the edge of the smelting pool, since all the Legislators they were fighting went inside. Whirl, who is looking just awful, brings up that little deal he cooked up in issue #19, where Cyclonus would stop trying to murder him if they got through this fight. It’s important to remember that verbal contracts aren’t binding, and that Cyclonus didn’t agree to anything.

And that’s a series wrap on Whirl!

Actually, no, Cyclonus was just daydreaming. He agrees to put the past behind them, then shoots off to go find Tailgate.

Back in Legislator City, things are getting dicey, as Rung screams for Skids to come back, because if nothing else, he knows he can depend on Skids when the chips are down.

Skids, playing to Rung’s expectations, vaults over Pharma’s headless body out of the portal, and starts kicking ass. In the background, some creepy tentacle nonsense pulls Pharma through the portal. This, surely, will never come up again, nor will it be a major plot point down the road.

Because Tyrest decided he was going to play fast and loose with the law, Minimus has no idea what “one one” is meant to refer to. Tailgate decides that cram school did serve a purpose after all, and books it towards that massive computer off in the corner. After a bit of combing through the index, he finds what he’s looking for and makes a few choice edits to the Autobot Code. The Legislators freeze in place, and Tailgate reveals that he’s just completely voided a section of the law.

Just off panel, Minimus barely contains the urge to pop Tailgate’s cubic little head off of his neck. Not that he’d have much time to do it anyway.

Smash cut to the next day, where Tailgate’s laid out in a dark room, Cyclonus sitting by his side. Chromedome is also there for some reason. Rung is nowhere to be seen, despite him likely being a better fit for this situation than the guy whose husband died less than a week ago. Chromedome leaves, because this is a very intimate moment between these two guys who are roommates.

Tailgate, who has developed an honest-to-god “guy-who-is-going-to-die-by-the-end-of-the-movie” cough, tells Cyclonus that he made him something, and it’s waiting in their room for him. I’m going to guess it’s a macaroni art picture of the two of them fighting a dragon.

Tailgate has literal minutes to live, and Cyclonus just sits there, Nazgûling with grief, until Tailgate decides that NOW is the time to reveal his hand.

…Well, there’s the answer to the Babygate question.

Tailgate’s come to the conclusion that all his wanting to be important and a hero was a bit misguided, because as it turns out, it kind of sucks when it’s your final act in the world of the living. He really would have preferred to do just about anything else with his last days, even if it had been just chilling in his room with Cyclonus.

Tailgate asked Cyclonus off-panel to do him a solid and kill him before the Cybercrosis did, a plea which Cyclonus couldn’t agree to. Then he gets a call, and the tension of the scene is somewhat ruined by some goofy-ass cinematic parallels.

Where the hell is Tailgate, that Cyclonus has to book it down the hall to make it to the medibay? That isn’t clear, but what is is that Tailgate has the rottenest luck in the world; they figured out a cure for Cybercrosis, but his case is too advanced for treatment to be effective.

Cyclonus thinks that this is a major bummer, but thanks Ratchet for trying anyway. Whirl tries to talk to him, and he better watch out, before that little deal he made gets thrown out the friggin’ window.

Tailgate hits the final two minutes, as Cyclonus returns, sword in hand.

And that’s a series wrap on Tailgate!

…That was almost a sincere one, you know. Tailgate was supposed to die here, in an earlier draft of the story. He didn’t, because Roberts realized it would completely nerf Cyclonus’ character development. I can’t even begin to imagine who Cyclonus would have been if both the Rewind/Chromedome thing hadn’t gone over well, AND Tailgate got offed.

Later on, Ultra Magnus is back in action, Minimus Ambus having redonned the armor to reassume his position as S.I.C. of the Lost Light. He discusses the changes that have come about as a result of their time on Luna 1 with Rodimus, who’s pretty bummed about the whole situation. A quick rundown of all the nonsense that happened:

The mystical portal to the Guiding Hand no longer works

Hot Spot faded out and won’t come back on

Ambulon is dead

First Aid is very sad about Ambulon being dead

The ship is falling apart

The only person who seems to have had any sort of a positive experience is Brainstorm.

…James, did you put that baby inside that robot?

Anyway, so yeah. Luna 1 sucks butt. One star, would rate zero if I could, I don’t care if it has sweet rocket thrusters strapped to the back of it and is super mysterious, and might potentially be an idea pulled from the delightfully earnest Children of a Lesser Matrix.

Later on, Magnus makes his rounds, stopping by Cyclonus and Tailgate’s room to check the vibe. Turns out that stabbing sick people is considered medicine on Cybertron, at least when you’re using a Great Sword to do it.

Whirl had the awesome idea to slap Cyclonus’ weird spark energy into Tailgate’s frail body, so it could kickstart his heart and give him enough time to actually get treated for Cybercrosis.

Ultra Magnus is impressed, and perhaps a bit concerned with how easily Cyclonus was willing to risk dying so that Tailgate could potentially live. So much so, in fact, that Cyclonus gets an achivement- he’s finally collected enough good karma to be allowed to have friends!

Looking mighty fresh-faced there, Cyclonus. And is that a new horn? Someone’s got a plastic surgeon on speed-dial.

No, this is actually the gift that Tailgate made him, the one he was working on in Hoist’s workshop back in issue #15, just before the Overlord attack. The one we never got to actually see, probably because it would be very easy to tell what it was and who it was for if we had. The set up for our slowburn romance has to be just so, no shortcuts allowed.

#transformers #jro #jro punches me in the face #mtmte #remain in light #issue 21 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

[conceptstage]

Trickster’s Gambit

{CHAPTER ONE}

AO3

Coming to Nicodranous may have been the best decision she’d ever made. Second best, perhaps. Spending the last of her money on this meat pie filled with bits of bacon was currently making a very convincing argument to be number one.

Beau leaned back against the metal railing as she ate, pausing to suck some of the sauce off her thumb before it could roll down her arm, shivering slightly when a cold breeze wafted off the sea behind her and sent a chill up her bare arms. She looked back at the ocean as a wave crashed against the stone behind her and just watched the moon ripple in the reflection on the crystal blue water. She’d never seen the ocean until this morning and now she wasn’t sure she could ever go a day without being able to look at it. She spent a moment, as she finished the first bit of warm, cooked food that she’d had in almost three days, daydreaming about a little house on the oceanfront, waking up to do her morning exercises on the warm sand, a beautiful woman standing with her feet in the water and a silk nightgown whipping around her from the breeze and looking at Beau with so much love that-

Something smacked Beau hard in the chest. Normally she was more alert than this, more agile, more careful, but she had been distracted by the warm food in her stomach, the calming hum of the waves beating up against the stone wall, and the thoughts about what exactly she wanted that fantasy lady to do to fantasy Beau later tonight to see it coming. She nearly fell backwards over the railing but grabbed the metal tightly to keep herself on her feet. She looked down at her chest where she’d been hit and found an unripe tomato, wet and mushy and running down the front of her Cobalt robes.

She looked around quickly and only saw three other people in her vicinity. A young couple (a half orc and a half elf walking arm in arm, too wrapped up in one another to see what was going on with her a few away) and an older human woman with arms full of grocery bags who looked just as shocked as Beau felt. The older woman turned away from Beau and looked down a nearby alleyway. “How rude, young man!” she shouted at someone Beau couldn’t see. 

Beau took off down the alley, pausing at the end just in time to see a green cloak disappear around the right corner. “Hey!”

Beau dashed down the alleyway, confident that she could catch him. She was the fastest initiate in training, it was basically impossible to escape her on foot. She flew around the corner and screeched to a stop.

The tomato thrower was standing right around the corner, waiting for her, and she stumbled and nearly fell or crashed into him but managed to catch herself in time.

He was tall, taller than the average human, maybe an elf then. She couldn’t make out any features except for a few stands of red hair that fell out from his hood but his entire face was in shadow. The light from the street lamps glinted against his teeth as he grinned and reached out, wearing a purple cloth glove that covered his arm up to his elbow. In her shock and confusion Beau could only stand there, still as the dead, when he ‘boop’ed her on the nose.

Sneering, she reached up to smack his hand away but all she met was thin air. She hadn’t even blinked but he was gone, faded into the ether or swept away in the night air. “What the fuck?!” she exclaimed.

Beau blinked and looked around quickly. She’d come out the other end of the alley on a dim lit cobbled street, shadowed slightly from the tall, five story building at the end of the road that blocked out the moon from view. It was empty except for some quiet murmuring from inside the houses that lined the sides and the clatter of plates as the families inside sat down around their tables for dinner.

Beau refused to let down her guard, keeping her shoulders tense and her eyes flitting around for danger as she stepped quietly down the route. She looked down the alleyways but there was no sign of the prankster who had attacked her. 

She jumped at the sudden sound of laughter and followed the sound up to a window on the top floor of the tall building she’d found herself in front of. She thought at first that the laughter had been directed at her but then quickly realized that it was unrelated to what had just happened. She looked up at the open window and could see flickering fire light from inside. Just before she was about to look away and continue her search for the man in the green cloak, a shape passed in front of the window and she felt her heart stop. A young woman, probably slightly younger than she was, came to stand at the glass and looked out at the sea over the roofs across the street. She didn’t seem to notice Beau in the dark street below and Beau didn’t mean to stare but she was suddenly certain that she’d just caught sight of the most beautiful woman in the world.

She was a blue skinned tiefling with cropped blue hair that was pinned up in curls and dark horns that curled around her pointed ears. She was in a peach nightgown with lace and frills and there seemed to be dried paint dotted up her muscular arms. She was smiling and Beau could tell that she was speaking to someone else in the room but her words were just a low hum that she couldn’t make out.

Beau hadn’t meant to stare and suddenly felt creepy. She was about to turn and leave, give up on finding the man in the green cloak and focus instead on finding a safe place to sleep, but the blue girl moved away from the window and was quickly replaced by a man in a green cloak.

Beau’s eyes widened and the man looked down at her and waved briefly before pulling the window closed. “That motherfucker!” she hissed. She looked around quickly for an entrance to the building and saw some light around the corner, which she followed, still grumbling quietly to herself.

She street that she stepped out to was busier than than the other areas she’d been in the city. A dozen people of varying races and ages were strolling down the street, pausing to glance inside the open door of the building at her side but ultimately continuing on their way. A cart rumbled by and the diver, a middle aged gnome woman, nodded at her in a tired, half-hearted greeting. She couldn’t see the ocean from this street but she could hear the screeching of birds and the slow roll of the tide so she couldn’t have wandered too far from it.

There was light and music drifting out of the open doorway and as she moved closer she saw a tall minotaur standing beside it, a bouncer probably. As she walked forward, she suddenly heard a sultry voice start to drift out of the door, flowing like honey over the cobbles and into the street. A young man that had been walking by froze and looked inside the door, transfixed on the sound, until another man bumped into him from behind and shoved him forward.

“Don’t stop in the road, child,” the other man said in a deep, rumbling voice. “Have you never heard the Ruby sing before?” He huffed. “Tourists.”

Beau frowned. The Ruby? Who was the Ruby? She started towards the front door, and couldn’t even get a glance inside before the Minatuar’s large, furry hand clamped down on her shoulder.

He breathed heavily out through his nose. “2 silver cover,” he said gruffly. 

Beau only had a single copper, not even two of them to rub together. “Yeah, I’m not here for the show, man,” she said, picking up his hand by a single finger and removing it from her person. 

He looked her up and down and frowned. “I highly doubt that you are here to stay the night.”

“Rude,” she said, but she didn’t argue with his assessment. “There’s a man here that I’m looking for.” She gestured to the tomato that was swiftly drying on her clothes. “I was down the street and he threw this at me and I followed him here. He’s inside, I saw him in one of the upstairs windows.I just want to talk to him, promise.” She did not want to just talk to him but she doubted that ‘I just want to beat his ass to a bloody pulp’ would manage to get her in the door. “I’ll be in and out in five minutes.”

The minotaur seemed to believe her but didn’t relax. “What did he look like?”

“Tall guy, green cloak, that’s all I saw.”

“No one like that here,” he grunted. “Get lost.”

Beau sneered. “Hey! I know he’s here, I fucking saw him in that fucking window!” she pointed to the side of the building.

“There’s only one entrance and no one in a green cloak has passed me.” He grabbed her by her shirt and tossed her back. She nearly crashed down onto the street but caught herself and managed to remain on her feet.

“Hey!”

“Go away before I call the Zolezzo.”

Beau growled under her breath but looked around to find everyone in the street staring right at her, including a man in crownsguard armor who had a hand on his sword. Beau rolled her eyes and shoved her hands into her pockets. “Fine! For fuck’s sake, someone assaults me and I get hassled by guards? Typical.” The minotaur took a step towards her and she shrugged and turned to walk away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” She started back the way she’d come, around the side of the building to the dark, empty street. She looked up at the window where she’d seen the man in the green cloak and the room was dark.

Beau sighed and turned away, sneering down at her dirty shirt and wondering if she’d be able to wash it off in the ocean tonight without getting hassled.

When she slept that night, laying down in the sand with her back against the stone wall and her rucksack held tightly in her arms, the woman in her dream, standing in a nightgown with her feet in the water, had blue skin and dark horns.

#critical role #critical role fic #trickster's gambit #chapter one #beaujester #jestergard #lavorregard #beauregard #beauregard lionett #jester lavorre #jester

[therealmrsnevillelongbottom]

Imagine being exiled...part 2

Click here for part 1 -> https://victoriavaleska.tumblr.com/post/185291537072/imagine-being-exiled

It’s been a week since I was exiled and I was far from The Wall now...I had to keep moving or risk freezing to death. I wasn’t sure what was worse, the bone chilling weather or the loneliness. It was harder than a person could ever imagine out here, the food Benjen gave me helped so much as well as the warm furs appropriate for this weather but being left isolated was as dangerous as the cold I was surrounded by especially at night.

Being out here has thrown me into a state of paranoia, my ears alerted by every sound.

The howl of wolves in the distance.

The crunching of snow.

The snap of a twig.

Everything was a constant reminder of the dangers that are present out here. How was I still alive a week into my exile? It was a miracle since all I am is a highborn girl, grew up safe and sound behind the walls of the keep of Winterfell...I was certainly no survivor.

Food was running short however and it was getting dark.

I knew I was in danger now with food running low. I’ve never hunted before and uncle Benjen gave me advice on how to hunt but I wasn’t at all confident about it.

I kept walking through the forest, my feeling of worry and dread growing more and more the darker the sky above but in the distance I saw could see a faint glow of light.

With getting desperate for food and possibly some friendly company I cautiously approached the glow of light in the distance...I knew this probably wasn’t at all the wisest idea and a wise thing while out here would be to keep myself to myself but logical thinking was pushed aside in this moment.

As I approached I could see crudely made shelters, upon seeing shadowy figures I moved to kid behind the trees and peeked out to carefully look at the figures.

They were women. Not a man to be seen.

These women here busying themselves with work and chores.

Would these women be safe to approach?

They don’t look dangerous but then again appearances can be deceiving.

Suddenly I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, I was spun around and came face to face with a man. He was quite older, slight white facial hair and short white hair.

“What’re you doing sneaking about girl?” he demanded suspiciously.

Shocked from being discovered I couldn’t hide the slight fear in my voice as I spoke.

“I-I was just searching for some food and shelter” I replied

He eyed me in a way that made me uncomfortable and shoved me in the direction towards the shelters. The women turned and stared. They were as suspicious of me just as much as the man was.

He lead me to a large shelter with a warm fire with meat cooking over it.

“My names Craster and theses are my wives” he said as he forced me to sit down by the fire while he sat opposite.

“We’re like a little haven here, just me and my many beautiful wives, they give me daughters who then become my wives who then give me more daughters” he told me seeming quite proud of himself. I was sickened, creeped out and was regretting my decision to come here. What have I gotten myself into?

He continued...

“You know...You’re prettier than half my daughters.” he said

I stayed quiet, not knowing really how to respond and the longer I stayed here the more uneasy I felt...I think I’d rather take my chances out there in the forest than here with this name.

“You shall have shelter and food” he said

But I wasn’t relieved by this as I should be...as I had a horrible feeling that there was more to this...that it was going to come with a price.

“If you become one of my wives.”

I instantly shook my head. No.

“I don’t give anyone here food and shelter for free girl. My reserves are for meself and my wives, can’t be giving it to anyone or else we wouldn’t be able to survive out here. So tell me, what will it be girl? Stay here with shelter, food and a nice warm bed to sleep in...or do you fancy your chances out there with...them?” The man Craster said giving me my options.

I don’t know who he means by ‘them’.

Does he mean the Wildlings? but isn’t he himself a Wildling? Whatever he means I don’t care at this point whether this turns out to be a foolish decision or not I don’t know but I’m certainly not staying here and being part of his harem of incest. I’ve lost anythings but at least I still have my pride.

“No.” I said flatly “I will not become your wife; I’d rather freeze and starve first”

He leaned forward with a menacing look on his face.

“Then get out. Get out and don’t come back” he said and then suddenly smirked before continuing “but with what awaits out there...I doubt I will see you again” he said

Not wanting to waste anytime I got up, gathered my bag of my remaining supplies and left through the flaps that served as the doorway to the outside of the shelter. I ran, terrified of the man just in case in a split decision he changes his mind and comes after me to kill me or possibly rape after all the women of the camp are his wives and there isn't anyone else for miles of here so who would be around to stop him if he decided to act upon such impulses?

I kept running until I felt safe enough away from that creepy keep...Craster’s Keep. I took a few minutes to catch my breath, I looked around and it was pitch black all around a part from the dull light from the moon. It was quiet...very quiet. I’ve never known a night Beyond the Wall to be this quiet, you could always hear some form of wildlife at night but not tonight.

Looking around and scouting my surroundings...there was a gentle wind. I turned towards the direction that the wind was blowing and at first I thought I was seeing things.

A blue flow in the distance.

Two glowing blue dots.

I focused my eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the lack of light and see if I could make out what the source was. At first I thought I was seeing things, horror ran through me as realisation hit me what I was seeing wasn’t my eyes playing tricks me or paranoia.

This...this thing must’ve been what that creep Craster was talking about by ‘them’

It had to be, what else in these forests could be more terrifying?

The thing started walking towards me. run, my mind was telling me. RUN.

My body listened and I took off in the opposite direction weaving through the trees all the while trying to be careful of my footing. I can't fall now, can't afford to make any mistakes.

Should I turn around?

See if it's following me?

To see if it's running?

At first I don’t dare but I glanced for a brief second back and it was in pursuit which pushed me to move faster. I never knew I could run this fast but I had too if I valued my life.

Though there was a faint voice, not sure if it was the thing that was chasing me after me or the voice was in my own mind but it was a voice of doubt. Doubting me...doubting myself.

‘'Why run?’

‘'There's no point’

‘'You're going to die anyway’

But despite the voices I kept though I was tiring now. I can't keep this up much longer.

Through the wind rushing in my ears I could hear water, running water and soon I could see where that water was coming from.

I had to make a choice now, stay and face the creature or jump into the icy waters of the rushing river?

I didn't know what this...thing was capable of and to be honest I didn't want to find out so I did what was my only option.

I jumped, the water was freezing cold and it was shocking to the system but I tried fighting it all the while as the current took me way down the river away from the creature.

It did not follow, just stood there at the side of the frozen riverbank watching me be carried away by the harsh waters. I can't stay here too long, it's bad enough that I’m wet but if I stay in this cold water any longer then i’ll be doomed. As I was being carried away I tried to cling on to whatever I could so I could pull myself to safety. The cold draining my energy didn't help but I managed to grab onto a large rock on the side of the river and with the last bit of strength pulled myself up out of the river and onto the snowy surface. I was so tired and felt myself slipping into unconsciousness from the cold. My last though before losing consciousness was that...

‘This is it...this is how it's going to end’

#game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones imagines #got #got imagine #tormund giantsbane #Jon snow #stark #Sansa Stark #benjen stark #uncle benjen #nights watch #the wall #beyond the wall #castle black #wildlings #wildling #free fol #crows #the crows #stark reader #white walkers #white walker #night king #kings landing #winterfell

[askauradonprep]

Do you have any headcanons for Isle culture? Like food and music and dance and clothing and stuff

You have made me SO HAPPY with this ask because yes, always.

- Okay, so I’ve already talked about how you stay as far away from sick people as you can. Getting sick SUCKS and there’s never a guarantee of survival. People generally stay out of arm’s length from sick people unless the person is dying and they still have business to settle (or you’re giving a mercy kill). 

- EVERYBODY stays inside or finds shelter during full moons, especially during Witches’ Sabbaths. On full moons, Barbossa and his crew like to ransack the Isle - they’ll harass children, beat older teen and adult men and force women to eat with them. They’re creepy as heck. And on Witches’ Sabbaths, Chernabog sends his ghouls away from Bald Mountain where they dance to torment people. 

- Related to point one - when someone is pregnant, you don’t say ‘congratulations’. You say ‘good luck’, typically sarcastically. And babies don’t ‘count’ unless they survive a year. 

- Fashion wise, as with everything else, you take what you can get. But admittedly, people tend to emulate the more influential people in their area - a sort of ‘top down’ type trend (which, I’m told, is typically how fashion works - people tend to emulate influential people and so their looks trickle down to street trends eventually). In this case, the influential people are powerful villains like Maleficent, Cruella, Mother Gothel, Ursula, Hook, Gaston, Facilier, Jafar, etc.

- It’s really really hard to throw away food. Almost all food is rotten or mouldy or will soon expire and turn that way. For that reason, very few things get thrown out. If you can choke it down and keep it down, you can eat it. Also, while several restaurants might claim a cuisine (like Hades claims his restaurant serves Greek and Shan-Yu says his is ‘pan-Asian’) everyone knows it’s the same slop as everyone else. It’s the closest they have to cuisines though, so they just go with it. One popular food that isn’t common in Auradon is bone soup. Basically you take the bones from whatever meat or seafood are around and boil them until they’re soup stock. Pretty much everybody on the Isle can make this. I imagine occasionally the VKs just want bone soup in Auradon. 

- Related note: It’s not uncommon for their to be riots when supplies run out or run low, especially after a disaster. Food riots and water riots aren’t uncommon.

- Clean water is very very rare and typically only in leftover, unsold water bottles (which is unhealthy because of leeching). So, because of that, pretty much nobody uses baby formula. Anything in the dirty water can contaminate formula and make infants sick and kill them. They don’t have the immune systems teens and adults have when they drink coffee or tea. So, formula is pretty much the one food item that always automatically goes in the garbage.

- There’s really no such concept as a drinking age. Alcohol is typically cleaner than water. So if you can find it, you can drink it. 

- There are some people you just don’t mess with. Chernabog, the God of the Night and Evil, for one. The Firebird for another because you will DIE if you wake it up and it burns down the town. And outsiders should always steer clear of the Hun compound. As a security measure, outsiders are only allowed in if A) They’re invited inside or B) A member of the Hun compound will vouch for them that they aren’t there to mess everything up. Because that’s rarely a promise they can keep, most of the time a Hun will NOT vouch for an outsider. You also really shouldn’t mess with Sykes because he’s mob. He knows how to take advantage on the Isle. Another place typically avoided is the Queen of Hearts’ castle. It’s surrounded by a ‘forest’ of pikes decorated with severed heads. And if she finds you in her forest without a valid reason or you anger her at her salon, you might just join them after a brief stint as a mannequin. 

- They don’t have a radio station, so any music played over the radio is from Auradon. As is most of their media tbh. Local acts like The Bad Apples and the Sea Witches are pretty much the only non-Auradon music.

- There’s very very little money. Most people will steal or dine and dash (or the equivalent). You have to force people to pay. And usually a lot of the money they have is kicked up to whoever owns the territory as part of a protection racket. If you can’t steal something, you can try paying in goods or services. You could also just break it. If I can’t have it, nobody can is a perfectly valid principle. 

- Most art forms like drawing, dancing, etc. are very unstructured and ‘go with what you want’. People usually do what they want anyways, so why should arts be different?

- People don’t say things like ‘thank you’, ‘excuse me’ or ‘please’ and especially not ‘sorry’ unless they’re either being sarcastic or they’re someone’s henchperson. They’ll say or do things like nod in acknowledgement, ‘I’m glad you did that’, ‘I like that’ instead of thank you, ‘Move’, ‘back off’ instead of excuse me, or instead of please they’ll say ‘now’ or try to cajole someone into it. The best you can hope for instead of an apology is an admission that the other person shouldn’t have done something. ALSO nobody ever ever ever says ‘I owe you one’. They say, for example, ‘I owe you one meal’ or something like that. They’ll be very specific about WHAT they owe. If they just say ‘one’ then the other person can and probably will exploit that for an unpleasant favour later like cleaning muck out. Sykes told Uma once that ‘he owed her one’ and immediately realized his mistake - not quickly enough to stop Uma from demanding he stop harassing one of her crew. 

- Typically, you don’t stand up for someone on your crew or your family because you love them. You stand up for them because by not doing so, people get the idea they can mess with you by messing with your people. Doing so because they’re your people and you don’t want them to be messed with is less of a gang thing and more of a ‘crew’ thing. Most crews, like pirate crews, have learned to work together or die (or suffer serious pain). So they work together because crew is crew. It’s a little liberating. 

- Most people will fight with swords, knives, shivs, clubs, whatever they can get their hands on. There’s very few guns and the ones that are around are DANGEROUS. Nobody messes with Captain Hook because he’s a crack shot and he WILL fire at you.

- People like Maleficent, Hans, Grimhilde, Lord Beckett, Scar, etc. who insist on using their titles are usually listened to while they’re around to avoid a hassle, but as soon as they leave, pretty much everyone ignores those titles and rolls their eyes. Nobody is royalty anymore, you lost, get over it and suck it up, everyone else has to.

- There aren’t really many holidays everyone celebrates - everyone kinda does their own thing if they want. Honestly, I don’t think many of the villains are very religious. Frollo constantly holds services and tries to get people to come but few, if any, ever do. A couple stand outs though are Halloween (without the candy), Friday the 13th, and birthdays.

- If ‘dating’ is typically in gang activity, marriage is certainly very rare. Sure, a bunch of people who came to the Isle were already married like some of the pirates, but there’s only a handful of people who got married on the Isle. Gaston is one of them. You can go to whatever royal or noble or even Frollo and get them to sign a piece of paper if you want to, but most people who get married just hole up in their shelter together and start calling the other their spouse.

- The original villains have alliances, rivalries and such too. And yes, sometimes they’ll have ‘friends’ for lack of a better word, over for drinks or an anniversary or just to complain about Auradon. Hey, villains get bored too, you know. 

- Nobody on the Isle ever asks how someone got hurt. Odds are you won’t like the answer. Especially if they’re a kid. Most people have scars. 

- EVERYBODY born on the Isle has nightmares. They’re on a death trap surrounded by people who would love to kill them, don’t tell me they don’t. The originals probably do too but they tend to be better at hiding it and comfort themselves by knowing they also CAUSE nightmares. 

- There are, in fact, cars on the Isle. Not many, but they exist. Cruella has her’s and I’m gonna say so does Sykes.

- Avoid the animals. It doesn’t matter which animal. Animals that aren’t dangerous don’t get sent to the Isle. Killer sharks, crocodiles, that octopus that ripped apart Hook’s ship, angry dogs, mean cats, lions, a tiger, a jaguar, hyenas, etc. It’s a wonder more people aren’t killed by rabies.

- There’s only one settlement and it’s a shanty town. At this point, it’s pretty hard not to know everybody (especially since people keep coming from Auradon to see who among the people sent there are still alive). Word travels quickly. Again, even villains get bored. Gossip and rumour mongering are a popular way to pass the time, especially among some of the moms. 

#Descendants #Descendants 2 #Isle of the Lost #Isle of the Lost culture #Disney's Descendants

[lovemesomesurveys]

Have you bothered to think of the future lately? It’s something I think about often whether I want to or not. However, it’s not in a positive, optimistic way. It’s more of a pessimistic, stressed out, scared kind of way. Instead of planning out my future and what I want to do with my life, I’m terrified of what the future holds for me.

Would you rather have stars in the sky or the moon? Both.

If you could choose your phone number, what would it be? I’m fine with having it randomly chosen and given to me by the phone company.

Would you rather be somewhere familiar or get lost? What kind of question is this. I wouldn’t want to voluntarily get lost.

Are you afraid of what you don’t know? Very. See the first question about the future.

Is there something you’re always interested in? I’m too interested in pop culture, entertainment news. And things related to Alexander Skarsgård.

What’re people always saying to you? Lately it’s how I need to eat more and put on some weight.

What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? An actor that was a show I watched passed away recently from heart failure at 39. It was just sad news. He was so young.

Do you have a question for anyone right now? Nah.

Do you like buffet restaurants? Only one I like is the Mongolian BBQ restaurant I go to. You get the noodles and put whatever meat, veggies, and sauces that you want and then they cook it up right there in front of you on a very, very hot stove, grill thing.

Is there something you always order when you go out to eat? Typically chicken strips.

When was the last time you felt like you were starving? I feel that way often. I have a fast metabolism and burn off what I eat quickly, so sometimes it feels like I didn’t even eat at all. I’ll get that weak feeling.

Would you ever dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow? No.

Do you miss your childhood at all? Very much so.

What’s made you laugh lately? My brother and something on TV.

What drives you absolutely crazy? A lot of things.

If a Miley Cyrus song was playing in a store, would you leave? No... I’m not going to leave a store just because I might not like a certain song that is playing. It’s irrelevant to me. I’m there to shop and get what I need.

Do you like listening to music on speakers? How else do you listen to it? Even if I use headphones, it’s still coming through speakers. I’m a smartass, sorry. lol. I’m guessing you’re asking if I like listening to music with or without headphones, and for that I would say usually without. Not a big headphone wearing fan except for when I’m listening to ASMR videos.

Do you ever feel paranoid? Yes.

Have you ever actually discovered someone watching you? That’s creepy.

What would you do if you found an inappropriate picture of yourself online? Probably be impressed by the level of photoshop skills required to fabricate it. I mean, I’d be creeped out too and try to take it down, but still, that shit takes patience. <<< Ha, saaaame. I do not have any inappropriate photos of me at all. There are none in existence. So, it would have to be completely photoshopped.

What do you think of Facebook? I’d be completely out of the loop with everyone without it. Even though I barely use it anymore. Also, there’s some funny and interesting stuff on there sometimes.

Do you like extra butter on your popcorn? Yes.

Would you rather have Junior Mints or Reese’s? Reese’s.

Do you still use CDs? Nope.

Have you ever taken a Polaroid? Yep.

Do you wish you could live in the past just to see what it was like? Yes.

Have you ever felt like you just didn’t belong in this place? I do feel that way.

What was the last thing you learned? Stuff.

Have you ever avoided going to the bathroom because you were busy? Yeah.

Do you have anything underneath your bed? No.

Would you want a walk-in closet? That would be nice. More easily accessible for me, too.

Do you like coffee at all? That’s an understatement.

When was the last time you felt pressured? I put pressure on myself all the time.

Would you rather have your hair straight or really curly? Straight.

Do you use any products on your hair? No.

What’s the longest shower or bath you’ve ever taken? An hour.

Do you still play with any childhood toys? No.

Would you rather sleep with a sheet or a blanket? Just a sheet during the summertime, blanket during the winter.

When was the last time you were in physical pain? Everyday.

How many times have you broken a bone? Twice.

Do you have a preference of chocolate? Not really. As long as it isn’t white chocolate, I’m game. <<< lol white chocolate is my preference.

What’s something useless that you love to do? I don’t like to think of things I like to do as “useless.”

Do you have a favorite author? Not a particular one, but rather several.

Do you know anything about your family history? A little.

What do you think of bejeweled things? Not big on that.

Do you own anything “designer” such as a purse? Yeah.

Do you ever stop and appreciate little things? I’m trying to.

If you had to draw your life, what would it mainly include? Coffee, food, my laptop, and me asleep.

Is there anyone you’d like to hug right now? Not particularly.

Could you ever picture someone writing a biography about you? No.

If you had a few wishes, would you give one to someone who needed it? Yes.

Do you have a lucky clothing item? No. I don’t believe in luck.

What makes you feel more carefree than anything else? I haven’t felt carefree in a very, very long time.

And finally, who do you just adore right now regardless of anything else? My dogs, Brandie and Leia, and Alexander Skarsgård.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[jjkookie07]

Always and Forever- Chapter 6

Jungkook x Reader ( Mayze) warlock x vampire AU

genre: Angst x Fluff x Smut

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

January 4th 2018

-Hoseok and Momo

"Are you going to follow me the whole day?" She stopped in the middle of the road and moved her head to look over her shoulder. Hoseok then appeared behind her with a displeased look on his face.  " Why are you back, Momo? Where's your pack?" He asked in a loud voice. She turned around to face him. Her legs were slightly parted and her arms were crossed in front of her chest. Her brown hair was braided on the side of her head. The view was breathtaking to him.  "They were killed by some dark witch. I ran away and where else to be safe than with family" She showed him a polite forced smile. " Stop following me, your wife would be mad if she finds you drooling after another woman."  "She doesn't care. She is with the witch" He clenched his fists at the thought of her being with him. His dominant personality was taking control and all he ever desired was to murder him.  "Jungkook?! That's unexpected." She couldn't deny the pain that was growing in her chest at the thought of him using her. She stared at him for what felt like ages. She still had his touch imprinted on her skin, his words were vivid in her ears. She remembered the nights they spent on the mountain and the cities he took her to visit. How used to dance under the full moon not having a care in the world. "I missed you" His voice finally pulled her away from the memories. Only once in life, he truly believed, he would find someone who can completely turn his world around. He told her things that he never shared with another soul and she absorbed everything. She knew his fears and his goals, she knew him inside out and it pained her to see him this lost. She wanted to help but she believed there was no room for her back in his life. And she couldn't be more wrong.

 "Maybe some things are not meant to stay in our life forever. Maybe they come just to help us heal the old wounds then leave." She said lowering her head.  "Are you talking about yourself or Mayze? Because let me tell you this. Neither you or her helped me heal, you both created deeper wounds; you for leaving me behind and Mayze for saying so easily that she loves me when she never meant it." Hoseok fired back "I never wanted to leave you but I had no choice. It may sounds like an excuse but it's the truth." She looked at him. He didn't change, his eyes were as beautiful as she knew them. She wanted to touch his face, his lips, that soft lips she missed so much.  "Look, I'm glad you came back. What happened to your pack is terrible. If I'll ever cross paths with that witch I'll make her pay. " She smiled hearing those words and it suddenly brought up memories of how they used to protect each other. She wanted to make him happy again and this time forever.

 January 4th 2018

-Jungkook and Mayze

 Jungkook continued mixing the ingredients but his mind couldn't help but wonder if the witch did her job. Maybe she didn't since Mayze didn't say anything about that. Few hours later his door open and his heart skipped a beat knowing who the intruder was.  "I got you some dinner" She walked closer and placed a kiss on his lips and made her way towards the kitchen to bring a plate.  "Jungkook!" She screamed making him drop the potion bowl and run towards the kitchen. His face showed concern and he looked towards the wall she was looking too. There was a snake biting its tail and that could only mean one thing: death.  "What the hell!" he exclaimed and pulled her closer, pressing her body against his . "Why is that showing here?" She asked and Jungkook grabbed the plate with the food and pulled her out of the kitchen and upstairs. She sat on his huge bed and looked at his worried face as he picked up a piece of meat to eat. "It's not just here baby" He said sitting next to her "There were 3 other cities around the world that reported to have seen this sign on old buildings." She suddenly stood up."We have to find you another place then!" He let out a raspy laugh making her stomach flip and her heart beat like crazy.  "It's going to be fine. I like this place, it's vintage". He chuckles and placed his knees on each side of her hips pushing her to lay on the bed as he started kissing her neck trying to distract her from what she has seen,

She touched him on his arm, and then he pulled her closer kissing her neck with a hunger he didn't know he had. She moved forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck, when he looked at her, her eyes were zooming from his eyes to his lips and back. He grabbed her hips and gently pulled their bodies together, and she bit her lip eagerly. Then he pressed his warm and soft lips against her cold, marble lips. They shared a few more kisses before he pulls away. He looked at her and he was mesmerized by her beauty. Her skin was almost without pigment and her hair the most beautiful shade of blonde possible. And he'd never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. He hold her hand and placed a soft kiss on it. He was in love with her more then he could imagine. He'd sold his soul for her or give up his magic just to know her safe.

She caressed his cheek and pressed her lips flat against his plump ones. She loved the taste of him and she always craved for more. Her hands wrapped around his lower back and bringing his pelvis to meet hers. The friction was not enough though. Just as she was about to undo the first button of her chemise a loud scream could be heard from outside. Jungkook's fingers dig into her skin and all movement stopped. Both their eyes snapped and his head moved towards the window. "Stay here" He whispered and stood up walking to see what was happening outside. "Oh my..." He turned to her " We have to talk to your dad."

 Januray 5th 2018

"Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between." Jungkook threw the stones in the potion and they melted as soon as they touched the liquid. It was dark and Namjoon liked it, somehow making him feel home. Jungkook turned around and threw the potion on a canvas provided my Mayze. The potion was absorbed and started turning into some words. "Mors reptans tardius vestris per venas sanguine extinguitur." Jungkook read the words and his eyes widden."It means death flows through your veins". Namjoon took the canvas and smiles. "I am going to hang it in my living room" Jungkook's eyes turned dark and he moved his hand, ripping it from Namjoon's hands. "This is not a joke. Those words are a curse that a very powerful witch made and it was to kill vampires. I think you know about her." Jungkook spoke and Namjoon turned around, his eyes turning red. "You tried to be funny because you pissed the witch and she is back. There are some covens that are worshipping the witch. I can get you a map." Jungkook continued. "Why do you care so much about what I did?" Namjoom asked. "Because Mayze is a vampire and she can die too if you don't wake up and stop pretending this is a game. It's not! " Jungkook fired back yelling at the vampire only to fly across the room with a bleeding mouth when Namjoon punched him "Don't tell anyone."

Jungkook was shocked trying to process what just happened. He had his doubts about Namjoon but now he was sure; he could never trust this vampire. He stood up and looked the Namjoon. " I can still curse you and let you die in excruciating pain, but I don't want to lose Mayze. Note my words, vampire, I still can end your life by making you mortal again." Namjoon looked at the young boy surprised. " The only person who said that was the witch I killed a long time ago. I always wanted to ask. Who are you, young warlock ? " "Curiosity killed the cat" said Jungkook. " It's none of your business who I am. "

"And you punched him because he was triggering some form of guilt inside you. Great. Just great. We don't need a witch on our side, don't worry. Want me to pour you some wine?" Seokjin stood up and walked out of the room. In a second Namjoon was in front of him. "I don't want you to be mad at me" He spoke softly. "Then control your anger. It's okay to feel sorry for what you did before, for what we did before." Seokjin placed a hand on his husband's cheek and pressed his mouth against his in a short kiss. "Mayze is going to be furious. Good luck with that" He pushed past Namjoon walking out towards Jungkook's place. It was a small old creepy looking house, before he could knock the door opened itself and he stepped inside. "Jungkook?" He called as his eyes studied the room. Shelves with potions and herbs hanging out from the ceiling, it smelt like burnt stone and a bit of mint. "Yes I am here" Jungkook came out from a room that seemed to be the kitchen holding an ice pack on his mouth. "Oh God. I am sorry for what he did. He can be a beast sometimes."  "Why are you here?..." Jungkook cut the vampire. "Tell me about the witch and the spell and how can we stop it" Jungkook placed the icepack on a bowl on the table and opened a map for Seokjin, motioning him to come closer." These words appeared on all these lands . I had some friends that tried it for me. It's all the places he made a community of vampires. She is not here yet but she will be on the first blood moon that is next week. I am trying to find the covens and stop them. Maybe cast a powerful spell to stop magic from happening that night. I can try and reach the ancestors." Seokjin placed a book on the table, it looked old actually antique and as he opened it Jungkook's eyes turned wide. "It was her mother's book. She was powerful, so powerful she was able to make Namjoon have a child" Seokjin whispered. "Does she know? " Jungkook asked slowly touching the book, feeling its power." No, don't tell her yet, let Namjoon do it". "You are asking me to lie to her" Jungkook took his hand away pushing the book away. "I will think about it"

 "I can't lie to her. Namjoon must tell her as soon as possible. Her mother is considered a traitor for loving a vampire and giving birth to his child." Jungkook said at the same time Namjoon came inside the room. "I will tell her but I'm sure she already must figure out. I'm going to give her the letter her mother left." He was looking at Jungkook."I apologize for my earlier actions. Jungkook, I want to ask you a favor. Please never leave her side. Since the moment you came in her life she changed. She is the old and bright Mayze I used to know.”

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook au #jimin angst #hoseok x reader #hoseok angst #namjoon angst #jin x namjoon #jimin vampire au #jimin x yoongi #jungkook fluff #bts scenarios #bts vampire au

[rockinrpmemes]

Faerie Tale Theatre [Pt. 2]

[ ➤ Change pronouns and adjust to fit your muse! ]

Little Red Riding Hood

"I want to grow up, I just don’t know how... I have limited experience.”

“Who wants to live with a pack anyway? If they don’t want me, FINE.”

“Three days and not one edible thing has come down that path.”

“Now there’s a tasty little DISH.”

“We can be alone together, just you and me.”

“On anybody else, this would look perfectly hideous, but on me, ahh, beautiful.”

"Stay where ya are, ya miserable flea-bitten fur-bag or ya'll end up a rug on my floor!"

“What great, terrible teeth you have!”

“What took you so long I damn near suffocated!”

“Well in addition to be eaten by a wolf, I’m sick as a dog.”

“Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.”

Hansel and Gretel

“How can I possibly sleep with you rolling around next me like a pig in the mud.”

“What’s to become of us? How am I to feed my poor children?”

“I’m sure they’re eating venison with a prince right now without any a thought for us.”

“Surely God will take pity on two children and watch out for us.”

“We must have been very bad children for them to leave us in such a place.”

“Nibble, nibble little mouse who is eating up my house?!”

“Eat me out of house and home will you? We’ll see who eats what.”

“She doesn’t see very well, but she has the nose of a wolf.”

“Heart to batter, batter to heart, death’s a treat, so sweet to eat.”

“I want fat, fat, fat! Rolls of fat, flesh and more flesh! Soft, undulating, quivering jiggling young flesh!”

“You sit in a little cage all day, while I’m running to and fro: ’fetch this, boil that, c-c-c-cook.”

“I don’t care if DO you lose your temper! You’re a horrible woman!”

“Our sorrows have ended and we’ll live together in great happiness!”

Goldilocks and the 3 Bears

“She was always kind of... spunky.”

“Let me sleep for 2 more weeks... I’m dreaming about food.”

“My teacher says to not let anybody see my papers because it’s a big secret.”

“Little kids don’t think as well on Saturdays! It’s a scientific fact!”

“What if you got a thousand bees all in one place? Then if you got a million queen bees and some kings too? You’d get a million-trillion bees!”

“We have to be very carful, there are highway men and robbers all around, they may be close by!”

“I don’t care if she’s ‘just a little girl,’ that doesn’t give her the right to barge into people’s homes without their permission.”

“What if one of these weeds has a poison thorn and it sticks me and I die right here in the front yard?!”

“I’d think a green cow would look something like a dragon, don’t you think?”

“I’m TOO smart!”

“I’ll wear my prettiest dress, and comb my hair real nice and smile my best smile, and for sure they’ll fall for it!”

“They’re the nicest bears in the world.”

The Princess and the Pea

“Oh yeah, real tough being prince: you’re rich, you’re powerful, oh it’s a real burden!”

“I know exactly where I am: I’m lost.”

“I’ll probably sneeze to death, but anything for chivalry.”

“You have the most expressive eyebrows I’ve ever seen!”

“In my spare time I like to count horses and think about my feet.”

“For the past few hours you have been rude, obnoxious, arrogant, and not a great deal of fun.”

“You are simply a rung on my ladder to success. An object to be stepped on.”

“I’ve traveled all the major roads, I’ve stayed in 2 or 3 kingdoms, I’ve been wooed by a couple village idiots, and I’ve met some very interesting people.”

“Good company, bad company... at least you’re not alone.”

“The whole family’s a little bit off, and seeing is how I’m sitting here talking to myself I’d fit right in.”

“It was like I was sleeping on a boulder--I’m black and blue from head to toe.”

Pinocchio

“I wonder if you can wish to the moon, or just the stars... they’re in the same universe.”

“You can move, you can talk, you can think on somewhat limited basis of course, given you’re a teenager.”

“He attacked life with the gusto and the innocence of a small child.”

“I understand you, but the other people? They start to talk and think you’re a little bit you know-- bugabugbuga.”

“I’ve got to be the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re going to go home, you’re going to tell the truth, and promise to never ever do this sort of thing again.”

“You take your money, bury it in the ground, you wait overnight, and you’ve got 5 times as much!”

“Ever see a wooden donkey? I’d make a fortune!”

“I’m so sorry, that’s why you’re here, because I was so bad and thoughtless!”

“It’s part of my job, but I love wood.”

Thumbelina

“You have been so kind to me, allow me to give you something in return.”

“You’ll learn that beauty and talent are a blessings, but if they are too much admired, they can be curses as well.” 

“I won’t marry your creepy son, I won’t! I won’t!”

“I’m sure he’ll find you delightful, and your story fascinating.”

“How does one conquer Gaul? Doesn’t one already have the gall, as in ‘he had the gall to call me a nitwit?’”

“It takes more than sweet songs to get by in life.”

“I do my best to secure your future and this is the thanks I get?”

“I’m always the bride and never the bridesmaid.”

“Prince or no, I can’t marry anyone without my mother’s consent.”

“Flower angels can slip in and out all sorts of places... even dreams.”

Snow White and the 7 Dwarves

“The years do not effect my beauty, my skin could be satin.”

“That gawky brat! How I hate her!”

“Cold soup... cold meat... cold peas... I could eat it all if I weren’t so tired.”

“That’s a STUPID assumption,_____!”

“Her heart is in this box. You’re lying again.”

“When a mirror tells a lie, it shatters in shame.”

“She’s a witch! I knew it when I saw her, and don’t call me stupid!”

“The gentle arching of my eyebrows fascinates me, most others eyebrows are grotesque and misshapen.”

“I don’t even miss the castle anymore... It’s so big and cold and lonely. But I do miss swimming in the moat.”

“No one can argue now. Now there’s only one beauty in the land.”

“I cannot imagine anyone hurting you, you should only be loved.”

“Each and every mirror as you turn to look at it, will turn to black.”

#My Meme #Meme #Faerie Tale Theater #Faerie Tale Theatre #Fairy Tale Theater #Part 2 of 4 #Movies and Series #lists

[marcoacesabo]

Fairy Tale Sunday: Hansel and Gretel

“Ace we’ve been walking for hours. I think we’re lost” Sabo says, glancing around the woods with a fearful frown.

Dadan had hatched a plan to leave them out in the woods to die because of all the food they ate, and the house could not afford them anymore. She planned on leading them deep into the woods, then abandoning them there.

With no weapons, no heat sources or any means of survival the two would not last the month, especially with winter rapidly approaching them. They would be lucky to survive the week with how cold it was becoming.

Ace and Sabo had luckily overheard her telling the bandits the night before, so in order to find their way back home, Ace had sacrificed his morning bread to leave a trail. The thing was, the trail disappeared. Meaning they were horribly lost even though Ace insisted he knew where he was going.

In the distance, a wolf howls and the blond grips the other boy’s hand tighter, moving closer to his friend while darting his eyes around. He has a fear of wolfs, there are legends that a werewolf lives around here and he really doesn’t want to find out if the myth is true.

Sabo is a little ashamed of how scared he is of a childhood story when he is already seventeen but he can’t help it. The only good thing about this whole ordeal is that he can hold Ace’s hand without it being weird.

Ace for his part merely frowns, throwing an arm around the blond but doesn’t stop. Sabo stumbles after him, his cheeks burn from how close Ace had brought him. Despite the biting cold wind, the blond feels warm.

“No…it’s this way. I’m sure it is!” The freckled male tuckers on with fierce determination, eyes hard and it brings the light haired man a small comfort. If Ace is sure they’ll be fine, he’ll believe it too.

The moon hangs high in the sky (thankfully it’s a full moon so they have some light to work with) by the time they come to a stop to rest. Feet killing him the blond sits down on a stump feeling slightly less faithful that they will find their way back home. His hands and feet feel numb from the cold, making the trip ten times harder for him. At least the howling has stopped, they had walked away from the direction they heard it coming from.

“Sabo are you okay?” Ace asks bringing him into his arms to stay warm. The raven haired man is shivering and it’s obvious he is trying to be strong for both of them. “I know this doesn’t look good but- “

The blond gives him a weak smile placing a hand on the other man’s chest “Everything is okay with you here Ace. Don’t worry I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.”

Freckled cheeks darken to a reddish hue and Sabo feels a thrill run through him at that. It’s reactions like those that give him hope his one-sided love isn’t as one-sided as it appears.

He wonders if now is a good time to confess his feelings- he’s been thinking about doing so for a while now but there wasn’t ever a well-timed possibility to do so and he could never get the words out of his throat.

But here, in the woods, alone and huddled together with Ace’s beating heart under his palm he finds the words wanting to come out more than ever.

They might die out here. What does he have to lose? He takes a deep breath before glancing up into gray eyes that are watching him with worry.

“A-Ace I always-“

“Do you smell that?” Sabo nearly falls off the stump when the man stands up abruptly. Ace is sniffing the air like a hound, and the blond is slightly disoriented for a few seconds unable to answer.

Raven locks swing around as the man whips his head towards the east pointing at it with a happy smile. “I smell food.”

And with that one sentence, Sabo is suddenly not able to tell his best friend how he felt because they are no longer in so much danger.

He jumps to his feet sniffing around as much as he can but he can’t make out anything do to his stuffy nose. “Where?”

“This way!” Ace shouts grabbing onto his hand and breaking into a run. The blond has no choice but to keep up, pumping his screaming legs to go faster.

The raven haired man waves through trees without a moment of hesitation and it isn’t long before they break the bush line. In front of them, is a hill and on top of that hill lays a single house.

Made out of candy.

They marvel at it for a moment taking in the gingerbread walls, gumdrop pathway, and frosting decorations of the house. Peppermint canes make up windows and a doorway while black licorice creates an elegantly twisted fence around the property.

“W-what is this?” Ace whispers taking a step forward.

Sabo opens his mouth to tell him to wait, that it isn’t a good idea to go towards a very suspicious house made out of candy when a growl from behind him has his hair stand on end.

The blond doesn’t think when he sprints toward the building and away from the woods, yanking on his best friend’s arm while he passes. The freckled man stumbles a little but when he hears the howling of a wolf pack he is more than willing to follow the blond’s lead.

Sabo glances over his shoulder a bit, only to come face to face with a wolf half his size in hot pursuit. It tries to take a bite out of him and the blond nearly trips from his fear, luckily Ace kicks it away at the last minute, pulling the frozen blond onwards.  

They just pass the red licorice gate when the wolf pack stops, growling at them from the other side of the fence. They pace back and forth a bit before turning away and disappearing back into the darkness of the woods.

Their glowing yellow eyes watching them from the tree line lets both males know that they won’t be able to re-enter the forest for a while.  

Sabo has never been more terrified in his life. He falls to the ground, heart pounding loudly while he tries to catch his breath.

He is shaking all over and tears gather in his eyes but he’s alive and so is Ace.

That’s all that matters.

“Who are you yoi?” A voice suddenly says from behind the two causing the blond to scream.  

Sabo sits in a gummy bear chair before a fire- which smells like cotton candy oddly- a blanket wrapped around his body and a cup of hot chocolate in his hands.

Besides him Ace sleeps peacefully on his shoulder, his mouth has a bit of chocolate around the lips causing the blond's eyes to soften. He isn’t sure about staying here. It feels like a trap but they have no choice.

The woods are certain death at this point and the candy house is so-so death. Sabo hates that he has to take that gamble with not only his but Ace’s life as well.

“Would you like to eat anything else?” Marco says coming up with a tray full of tasty looking meat on it.

Sabo feels his eyes narrow unwillingly, and the other blond smirks at his expression.

The younger male isn’t going to be tricked. Marco is a suspicious character.The older man who lives in a suspicious candy house in the middle of dead nowhere with suspiciously large amounts of food and is more than willing to share sends shivers down his back.

Not the good kind either- not the ones Ace makes.

No Marco makes Sabo feel like- like the man is fattening them up to devour later.

He certainly looks at them both like that.

“No, I’m fine.” He grunts moving his body so Ace is hidden from view.

The other blond hums setting the tray on a table- made of dark chocolate- and sits in a chair with great grace.

He folds his hands under his chin while crossing his legs relaxed in his setting even though the younger blond makes it clear he doesn’t trust him. Sabo in a moment of weakness has to admit to himself that Marco is drop dead gorgeous, especially with the way the fire makes his blue eyes gleam.

He runs his gaze up and down the home owner’s body before he realizes what he’s doing and snaps his eyes back up to the other man’s face.

Marco is grinning.   “Are you a virgin Sabo?”

The younger stiffens in alarm.

That sounds…really fucking creepy!

He gapes at the other man, already planning on making a run for it when Marco laughs.  “I’m asking because you look like you were eye fucking me and that makes me really uncomfortable. If you’re one of those people who are curious about sex ask your buddy there to show you a thing or two. I don’t believe in casual sex I’m afraid yoi.”

“W-what?! I wasn’t-“ Sabo starts but Ace is jolted around from his slight jump and lands in his lap. A place that he shouldn’t be in with this line of conversation.

The blond lets out a half whispered scream half whine as Ace makes himself comfortable, by rubbing his cheek against something that he really shouldn’t have.

“My, don’t you look hot and bothered.” Marco chuckles.

“S-shut up you-you- BITCH!” Sabo feels mortified that this is the best insult he can come up with. It would have been better if he didn’t stumble over his words.

Ace makes a small humming noise pushing his nose into Sabo’s upper thigh causing the blond to turn redder.

He almost misses Marco’s answer but when he does the blood in his face- the one that hadn’t gone south- drains from his face rapidly and he suddenly wonders what is more dangerous to his health.

Ace, the wolfs or this man.

“Actually I’m a witch but close enough yoi.”

#MarcoAceSabo #Fairy tale Sunday #I'm going to try and make this a thing from now on #Marco will keep them

[squishylotus]

Distances Plot Pre-Draft

I thought you might find it funny to read the pre-draft for Distances. Basically, it’s plot points, dialogue bits, and notes to self. It’s step 2 of my writing process (which I can write about if you’re interested, let me know) I literally just copy-pasted it in so it has all the typos all the weird stuff, and the old order (I ended up changing a fair amount of stuff as I was writing) I knew it would end up being a longer fic than I had intended (I was aiming for about 7,000?) because just the plot is over 2,000 words long lol

Alright here we go!

Plot to the bokuaka story in your sketchbook that is literally fading away:

Akaashi CK bokuaka with background iwaoi and maybe matsuhana

Bokuto is at a resort in Hawaii with the Japanese Volleyball team following a difficult training camp Akaashi is the drop dead gorgeous guy that Bokuto gets a huge crush on They find out they live relatively close to each other back in Japan The volleyball team gets on Bokuto's case, particularly Oikawa but that's because he's deflecting

DAY 1 OF 8

Akaashi's stay is 2 weeks long, it's the beginning of his second week when the volleyball team arrives for their 1 week vacation (that Oikawa surprise booked for them as team captain) Bokuto first sees him at the beach when the team is at the beach bar after unpacking their suitcases He can't say shit, he just openly stares. Akaashi probably sees him but doesn't really think about it or make it obvious. Oikawa teases Bokuto plenty. He doesn't see him for the rest of the day

DAY 2 OF 8

Next he sees him at the pool. Akaashi is an excellent swimmer. Insert classic ladder scene at the foot of Bokuto's chair. He shakes his hair and some of the water lands on Bokuto and he mutters a quiet sorry before walking away and Bokuto is like. Oh. I. I gotta. I have to say something (but he cant yet lol) He pesters a few people around him and someone from the team gives him a line in spanish and like. they're in hawaii and he's p sure akaashi's shirt label was in Japanese but he's not creepy, okay? He's gonna make this work!

DAY 3 OF 8

They finally talk at breakfast the next day, Bokuto is a super early riser so he's usually the first one there but some guys from the team wanted to go for a run around the resort so he's there at more normal human hours today and there! he! is! Bokuto gets to use his line. Akaashi is flattered (he goes to resorts every year, knows a lil bit of spanish for it) They are at the breakfast buffet on either side of it, bond over a love of breakfast meats, share tips. Bokuto gets called over by his team who cant see that he's finally talking to his crush. Bokuto quickly says  'lets meet on the beach later!!' Akaashi smiles a small but powerful!! smile and goes with his plate to sit outside. Bokuto takes that as a yes, has to like fan himself for a minute before sitting with the team and telling them everything.

Akaashi goes to the beach, gets a drink and wanders around. He walks with his feet in the water away from the resort, and walks back when he realizes Bokuto won't be in that direction. Upon his return, he sees a group at the volleyball net, Bokuto included. He walks over calmly. They take off their overshirts to reveal matching volleyball jerseys for the Japanese national team (because theyre fuckin extra like that, and a few of them think it'll help them score. It probably does tbh) They want to play 6 on 6 but they're missing a setter (the entire team isnt here, just the people who wanted to come. People like Kageyama and Ushijima stayed behind to practice more, thinking this trip was a waste of time)

Makki is about to volunteer to do it when Akaashi (who approached without any of them noticing) speaks up. 'I'm a setter' or 'I can set' Bokuto is over the moon!!! The team is trying to be good about it but they clearly have doubts. They basically divide the team in who wants to be set to by Oikawa and who wants the challenge of someone they think won't be very good. (so like Yaku is playing as a wing spiker on Akaashi's side even though he's the libero because otherwise they'll still be one person short) They divide into shirts/skins and Bokuto wants to volunteer their side for skins because ulterior motives, but he's halfway through his exclamation and the other side is already stripped. They're doing this to make sure Akaashi is comfortable but Akaashi kind of just rolls his eyes (unseen by anyone but Bokuto, which signals to Bokuto that Akaashi is comfortable with his body, which is a good thing for Bokuto to know)

So of course Akaashi sets brilliantly. The surprise factor for the other side, along with how great Bokuto and Akaashi suddenly work together, is enough to make them win a set, and by then the other side is already getting a sunburn so they stop. Oikawa marches to the net and demands to know Akaashi's play history. Akaashi calmly states that he played for Shinzen and Bokuto went to Fukurodani? They're very impressed because it's hard to set for so many synchronized attacks. Akaashi is in the team's inner circle now basically. They invite him to join them for supper (to help Bokuto and his massive crush out especially)

Subplot Time!!

So far Oikawa has seemed pretty distracted except for when they were playing volleyball. He keeps looking around like he's searching for something or someone and it's driving the team nuts, more so than Bokuto's crushing. They finally corner him after he takes even longer than usual getting ready for supper. It turns out that Iwaizumi his childhood friend works at the resort and he's been trying to find him so they could be reunited! They talk on facebook back in Japan but Oikawa has his phone on airplane mode so he hasn't been able to contact him this whole time and he forgot to ask in what department Iwaizumi works, etc.  He tells them to go on without him.

They all show up for supper looking pretty spiffy. Akaashi is already there ofc looking amazing. Fem-cut shirt, pants that look sort of like a skirt, all in black, very androgynous. Bokuto is possibly even more taken? They have a nice night with the team. Oikawa shows up late but with Iwaizumi in tow, causing a great ruckus. They all drink and laugh and have way too much to eat and most of the team goes dancing after but Bokuto only has eyes for Akaashi so they split from the group and head off to one of the bars on the resort to keep chatting.

(The chunk that goes here is still in your sketchbook)

Ok dont be chicken here it is:

They walk on the beach back to Akaashi's room. He invites Bokuto in. They do it with the lights on, very romantic. Akaashi is still stuffed, Bokuto too tbh. Akaashi is totally the type to have brought a toy in his suitcase so he is already ready for Bokuto from the night before while Bokuto litterally jamed 3 boxes of condoms in his suitcase and has a handful of fresh ones in his pocket lol Akaashi: did you think you'd get with lots of people? Bokuto, blushing probably: I only want to get with you tho (this is super cheesy but probably still totally happens lol) They're not even tipsy, they never were actually drunk, there is very clear consent (tag it enthusiastic consent)

DAY 4 OF 8

The next morning, they have sex again. V nice, all soft, glowing in the sunrise (leave me alone) Bokuto lost his shirt somewhere between the bar and the room (he finds it later with the team, it's hilarious) so he borrows one of Akaashi's. (also later, Akaashi tries on the national jersey and looks great in it, it fits like a crop top)

They hang out with the team, Akaashi makes friends, the iwaoi subplot continues in the background. They play pool games. Akaashi doesnt think Bokuto can lift him on his shoulders but he totally can, although they get toppled almost immediately. They go dancing with the team and Iwaizumi that night. OFC Akaashi can dance really well lol Iwaizumi attemps to infuse Oikawa with some semblance of rhythm. Some spotlight on the few straight players lol Halfway through, Mattsun shows up, he's working at the discotheque that night. Makki: *lands eyes on him* *mouth hangs open as Mattsun walks away* *to iwaizumi* Is he?? Can I?? *wild hand motions*Iwaizumi: nods, laughs out a yeah as Makki rushes in Mattsun's direction, disappearing in the crowd. Akaashi walks with the group until they get to his building and he kisses Bokuto goodbye. Bokuto is too smitten to mind that they won't sleep together.

DAY 5 OF 8

Akaashi is a little bit like a cat and at first Bokuto is dejected about it, but the team pulls him out of it. He's worried he won't see him again now that they've had sex but it's not the impression he had of Akaashi. They can't text because of their phone plans and he looks around for him but can't find him. They meet up around supper and it turns out that Akaashi was at the spa all day. He really is sorry for forgetting to tell Bokuto about it the day before. They have supper separately from everyone else and talk about personal habits and needs and it goes really well. Bokuto invites him up to his room then remembers that it's a mess, but it doesn't matter. (this is when Akaashi tries on the jersey)

DAY 6 OF 8

This is the last day of any vacation that truly feels like a vacation tbh

It's the time where everyone thinks ok, what's the things I said I would do that I haven't done yet? They probably go on a fieldtrip, Akaashi to a local art place or something, they venture off-resort.

DAY 7 OF 8

It's Saturday, Iwaizumi has the day off, this is the peak of the iwaoi subplot. Deal with the MatsuHana subplot too, maybe. Start thinking about the return, about volleyball, about the rest of the team in Japan. Bokuto and Akaashi spend some time together, some time apart. Bokuto gets an earful of the iwaoi subplot from Oikawa. Maybe gives advice? Who knows.

This is also the day to insert sunset sex on the beach lol Akaashi is still mostly clothed. They almost get spotted but it's dusk, theyre backlit and the guard thinks it's just a rock or something. They lay there really still and burd out laughing once he walks away.

DAY 8 OF 8

The day goes as a last day goes, last swim, getting ready, having to leave the room, waiting with your luggage and a final drink. Akaashi is on the same bus to the airport as the team, but not the same plane seeing as he is with a different airline (definitely in first class tho) Iwaoi goodbyes, bokuaka goodbyes (exchanging numbers and addresses) Makki doesn't think Mattsun will come but it turns out he overslept, he rushes in at the last minute and lifts Makki off the ground. Bokuto and Akaashi kiss one last time before Bokuto has to cross the gate.

Flash forward to the Olympic qualifiers, Team Japan kicking ass, Akaashi cheering uncharacteristically loudly, Bokuto looking up from the court with love in his eyes. Akaashi sticking around after the win to give Bokuto a few tosses before they go celebrate with the team.

#resort au #im not tagging this with more stuff because i dont want just anyone to see this but it's ok to reblog if you want to

[midwesttiltking-blog]

08-Baseball, But Better

This chapter Is about trying to take a girl on a date in the zombie apocalypse. Hope you like it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Are you sure you should be drinking this early?” Kevin pat Darrin on the back who was hunched over the bar his face barely above his glass.

Darrin turned to look at Kevin his eyes were still red and his face had lost most of its color “I think I’ll just stay here for the day”

The bartender smirked as he began to draw another beer for Darrin. He was a large man with facial tattoos and a nose piercing his head shaved clean. When he set the drink down he leaned  and whispered “I’ve got a few other things that could make you feel better too, if you need.”

Moon grabbed Kevin and pulled him away from the conversation “Well...This bar is kinda creepy so we’re going to go wander around the city a bit. Right Kevin?”

Kevin noticed many of the patrons were watching as the walked out of the bar. All of them males, long beards, bandanas, sunglasses and leather jackets, “yeah...let’s get the fuck outta this place”

They made their way back into the sunlight and city streets. The city was contained to just a few roads. It probably was host to a few thousand people before the outbreak. Only a few builds had been destroyed unlike many of the town's Matt had liberated which often boasted burnt ashes of government building, banks and mansions. Kevin and Moon explored the city streets not finding much to do. To their surprise despite the city being in pretty good physical condition many of the people there were living in squalor. The city streets were almost completely empty, and those that did cross their path looked as though they had not eaten or bathed in days. They stopped and sat on a park bench. Kevin fiddled through his backpack and pulled out an old off brand MP3 player and some earbuds. He placed one in his ear and offered the Moon. She smiled and placed it in her ear. Kevin scrolled through the artists, for a moment then finally landed on one and hit play. They kicked back and looked up into the sky for a few minutes in silence.

“Say Anything huh?” Moon slowly turned her head towards Kevin.

“Yeah they are my favorite band”

“Oh yeah? You love those sappy love songs, or just the angsty vibe of ...Is a real boy?”

“I love everything about them. I always thought Max and I were kinda the same, and if someone like him could find love after all the emotional struggles he went through when he was younger, maybe I could too.”

Moon giggled a little “Yeah you just gotta have the perfect voice and the perfect bod first before you can find your Sherri”

Kevin shrugged “Ok ok, maybe we’re not super similar, but you know what I mean.”

Moon turned back to the sky “Yeah I get it you are a Cusack boy”

Kevin smiled “Are you Molly Ringwald girl?”

Moon put her hand on Kevin’s back prompting them to stand up together “Hm, I don’t know. But I’m sure there is a guy out there writing shitty pop-punk songs accusing me of being his Molly”

Kevin nervously pressed the conversation on “Oh yeah? Did your last boyfriend write music?”

Moon responded almost automatically “No”

“What was he like”

Moon shivered involuntarily “He was nothing more than a body”

“Oh...um, we don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want to, I’m sorry for always asking you about it.”

Moon looked up at Kevin. Her eyes welled up, but she kept a smile on her face “Yeah, sounds good.” They continued walking through the city passing the MP3 player back and forth taking turns picking songs. They ended up at a diner which boasted having the best food that stayed dead. The menu was carved into a wall above the grill, notably it did not include prices, just money symbols.  “Rabbit $, Deer $$, Pig $$$, Water, Beer $$” 

 Kevin chuckled at the simplicity “Hm, doesn’t look like this place has any specials or a seasonal menu, you sure we should eat here?”

The cook turned around exposing a scarred face and missing eye “yah can order something, or fuck off”

“Well take 2 orders of deer and waters” Moon took a place at the bar not intimidated by the chef. 

The chef smirked and extended his arm putting a finger on the center of Moon’s chest “And how exactly do you propose to pay for this missy”

Moon grabbed his wrist and squeezed as she bent his arm away from her “Were good for the money, now I believe your job is serving us not harassing me.”

“You let this little bitch act like this? She’s gunna get killed out here” the chef turned to Kevin looking for someone to take his side.

Kevin had partially drawn his short sword “Look man, you are lucky you didn’t get killed when you touched her so maybe you should start cooking if you plan to make a sale here.”

The two waited in silence as their food was prepared. Kevin pulled out an old flip phone and began typing a text message trying to be quiet about it. He passed it over to moon beneath the bar. 

“This guy is a dick, lets just go somewhere else”

She shook her head and began typing back “No, we’re not backing down. But you are probably gunna have to fight him to prove you are more macho than him”

Kevin laughed aloud a bit prompting the cook turned around. He slammed two waters on the counter with a grumpy stare. Kevin quickly hid the phone in his jacket. The cook grunted as he scanned over both of them, then turned back to the grill. “You are outsiders huh?” he paused and cracked his neck “Bet you got a lot of nice stuff on you” He spun around thrusting a knife forward. Kevin barely dodged it. About to fall off the bar stool he reach out and grabbed the man’s arm, accidentally pulling the cook over the bar counter. The two of them tumbled to the ground wrestling for control of the knife. Kevin push the knife clear of his head, then let go with one of his hands and began elbowing his assailant in the head. The cook let go of the knife and grabbed Kevin, pulling him to his feet. He lifted Kevin off the ground and tossed him crashing into a booth. Kevin braced the attack and attempted to draw his sword but the hilt was stuck under the tabletop. Rolling over onto the floor he dodged a plate which was hurled towards his head. Kevin struggled to get out from under the table, before he could clear it the cook stepped on his right hand. Kevin cried out for a second in pain then he bent over wedging his sword’s sheath into the man’s stomach. He flipped forward shoving the man backward while simultaneously drawing his blade. Kevin stumbled to his feet using a bar stool to prop himself up. The cook reached over the counter, and pulled out a shotgun. Kevin took a deep breath and audibly exhaled. *TWACK* The back side of moon’s blade smashed against the chef’s head. He lost his balance falling over onto a table. Silverware and coffee cups shattered as the body spilled to the ground. 

Kevin sighed as he put his sword away “I would have paid him too”

“Well I’m still hungry” Moon gestured her head toward the grill.

Kevin pulled up his sleeves and dusted off his clothes “Ok ok, give me a minute.” He search through the building finding a few things not listed on the menu. He finished the dish able to serve the meat seasons with garlic powder and a side of lettuce, with a dessert of half a chocolate bar. The two took their food to go. Before leaving Kevin dug in his pack to find a few old dollar bills. In very teenage angst fashion, He had drawn the anarchy A over the president’s faces. He left $60 laying on top of the unconscious body and lightly patted him on the face “See you could have all the useless money you want and we wouldn’t have beat the shit out of you.”

The pair ended up at an abandoned movie theater and decided to take refuge there to avoid another run in with a less than friendly member of the city. They sat side by side towards the back eating their food. Kevin sat with his legs on top of the seat in front of him while Moon kept to her space respecting the potential viewers in front of her. A piece of meat fell from Moon’s plate and almost immediately a rat scurried out to procure it. Before he could make it back to his hiding place beneath the seats a throwing knife pinned him to the ground. 

Moon nudged Kevin her face half smiling “Well if you are still hungry, I found some more meat”

Kevin pretended to gag then brushed the body away with his foot “Nah, I’m good… you know, the projector here is probably digital, I bet I could rig it up to play something. What do you want to see?”

Moon sat for a minute pondering, “Hm,  it doesn’t have to be a drama, but just something you really connect with emotionally”

Kevin took off to the upstairs and made his way to the video room. Sure enough it was a digital projector. He opened his backpack and poured out a few electrical devices. He cut off the plug for the projector and stripped the cables, then tapped them to a laptop battery. After a few seconds the projector powered on. He took out a tablet and scrolled through a movie folder. Eventually he settled on the first Gurren Lagann movie. With his chest puffed out Kevin proudly walked back into the theater signing the opening theme song of the movie. 

Taking his seat next to moon he placed a smartphone between them with the speakers facing up.“I don’t have enough electricity for the sound system...So this will have to do”

“Meh good enough for me.”

Kevin very energetically watched the film explaining to Moon the parts which had been left out from the original anime, and the cool new scenes that were improved in the movie. He echoed all of his favorite lines from the film, sometimes even standing up and pointing to the sky copying the pose of the characters on screen. As the film came to a close, the scene which Kevin dreaded began. 

He sat back with his arms crossed. “Bitch” he whispered under his breath 

Moon turned to look at him “What?”

“She’s a bitch”

“Yoko?”

“Yeah she comes between Kamina and Simon and causes him to die”

Moon threw her arms up “How is that her fault? What did she do, have boobs, and that ruined their friendship?! Maybe if men could control their desire to want to fuck every woman they see this wouldn’t have happened.”

“You don’t get it”

Moon very frustratingly rubbed her forehead “No. You don’t get it. Look, Simon does nothing, he just sits there and watches. How can that be Yoko’s fault?”

Kevin crossed his arms and turned back to the screen. Moon got up and began to walk out. Before she left the theater she stopped and looked at Kevin for a minute. Kevin noticed and adjusted himself to be facing away from her. “Just leave. I don’t want to talk to you” She sighed as she walked out of the theater, rubbing her eyes.