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princessbrunette · 1 day
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stepbro john b with a nympho reader? :PP
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you’re openly ravenous, and it kills him. any other guy would be thrilled to have a girl as hot as you flaunting herself round in a bikini all day, throwing yourself at him. but john b had a good heart, although lead astray the brunette was often set on doing the right thing. what he thought would be the responsible thing to do, and despite jj’s constant goading — that didn’t entail boning his little step-sister.
“you ain’t never watched step porn? the fuck do you even search on pornhub, bro — holding hands? love making?” the blonde scoffs as he leans his elbows against the rickety wooden barrier, casting his fishing line over it.
“i don’t really watch— ugh, whatever. i can’t do that. it’s tempting, oh trust me — i am incredibly tempted, but… i was left in charge of her, okay? i—i can’t just take advantage of her like that. she’s probably just all messed up because both our parents left us for dead.” john b sighs, shaking his head out at the open still water. jj squints at him for a moment like he’s dumb before checking his own rod.
“take advantage of her? dude she’s practically offerin’ it up n’dangling it infront of your face. you know what i say? you just take the risk, show her how a real man does it, tell her enough with the slutty little girl games. s’what i’d do anyway.” he shrugs hypothetically.
“really jj? thats what you’d do?” john b blinks, deadpanned as he glances at his best friend, barely entertaining his rambling.
“sure would. look if you’re not gonna swoop on that shit i hope you don’t mind me tryin’ that door. she’s hot, man.”
the idea of jj trying you out didn’t sit well with john b. the way you acted sometimes was like you were famished, starved for dick, like it was your life line and your step brother was the only one who could save you. jj oddly had a way with ladies, he was brutish and pogueish and the girls knew he fucked rough and dirty. john b can’t see you resisting that, especially as you know it’ll get to him.
that’s why he walks straight into your bedroom with all the confidence in the world, and loses it the second you turn and look him in the eye.
“okay.” is all he says and you furrow your brows, already slinking towards him like there were magnets attached to the two of you.
“okay what, john b?” you tilt your head. everything you did, every little move and micro expression you made seemed to be a seduction tactic. a spell that couldn’t be broken because he was just a simple minded guy that thought with his dick at the end of the day.
“uh…” he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head and you take the opportunity to eye him, delighted to see that he was already half hard from the thoughts running through his mind. “yeah this was… not my finest idea aaaand, i didn’t really think this through—” he starts to talk, and momentarily distracted you take his tanned hand, pulling it to cup your cunt. “uh— so… that’s your pussy.” he deadpans obviously, lost for words.
you grin and nod, eyes fluttering when his muscle memory kicks in and his slides a thumb over your covered clit, nothing but the material of your bikini bottoms separating you. “nothin’ gets passed you, big bro.” you tease, pushing your body closer to him.
“so this step-sibling… conundrum… really doesn’t bother you. like, at all?” he clarifies, big brown eyes locked in on your lips as you stand on your tiptoes, breath now mingling and lips just nearly grazing his.
“uh-uh. s’not like we’re related.” you reason, and when it comes from your sweet voice he can’t argue.
“jesus.” he sighs into your mouth, practically sharing oxygen at this point. “you know what? fuck it.” he takes the leap, pressing his mouth to yours as to which you let out a delighted squeal, immediately jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“we’re gonna have so much fun, john b.” you muse, almost happy to a sinister degree as you wrap your arms around his neck. he blinks up at you, guilty but sinfully aroused and presses his bulge between your split legs.
“thats the plan.”
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pov: matty taking care of you after a night of too much drinking
mostly fluffy thoughts but with some slight smutty mentions.
this was something i tried to write months before i started this blog just to see if i could do it. that's when i quickly found out writing full fics is not my thing, lol. nothing special, just a stream of consciousness ramble really.
warning: smutty thoughts if you squint, alcohol. grammatical errors, typos.
other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.
“c'mon, it's time to go home, love.” there’s this ungodly pounding inside your head, a confirmation that, yes, one too many pints were consumed this… evening? night? hard to tell, really. you have no idea what time it is or where you’re right now—all that registers is the warm feeling of his arm on your waist, leading you toward the exit of whatever this place might be.
the cold air bites your skin as soon as the door opens. wearing a short dress feels like a silly choice now, but he said you looked beautiful so that makes it all right of course. you lean into him as he drapes his coat around your shoulders, the same leather garment he's let you wear countless times before because he knows you love it so.
“okay, your flat's just a few blocks away. let's walk, get some fresh air. it will do you good.” his lips brush the top of your head before you both start to slowly stumble alongside the dimly lit streets of london. “i like it when you kiss me, matty.” he leans down to plant a soft peck on your cheek and for a fleeting moment it makes you wonder if maybe he feels the same way. just maybe.
walking never felt so difficult. perhaps it was when you were a child, but obviously you have no recollection. his arm around your shoulders continues to guide you as you just focus on placing one foot in front of the other until you reach your destination. it was a fast trek but you don't mind. in fact, you are thankful for it.
“don't think i’ve ever had this much trouble openin’ a fuckin’ door.” none of the keys seem to work, ugh. he chuckles behind you (rude) and grabs them from your shaky hands, unlocking and swinging the door open with ease (show off). you try to walk on your own, but it doesn't quite go as planned as you stumble on the mat right behind the entrance.
"shit, are you alri—“ you cannot help but quietly laugh at yourself and the embarrassing situation you're in, and it catches you by surprise when he picks you up, one arm under your knees and the other one around your waist. he gently places you on the green couch so you're finally sitting down, your drunk mind spinning as you gaze at the boy kneeled down in front of you, working on getting the patent heels off your feet.
“m’sorry you have to see me like this.” for a split second you wonder how it happened, how did you get to this state, but quickly realize that’s too much thinking for your clouded mind to process. you’ll figure it out later. it’s not often you get flat out drunk, especially outside the confine of the four off-white walls you call home. you prefer to drink in your flat as you don't like the thought of making a fool out of yourself in front of others. much like right now. oh well. it probably won't be the last time.
with your shoes off now (thank you, matthew), you slowly stand up and somehow manage walk over to your bedroom successfully without tripping over your feet. you sit down on the floor, facing your full length mirror as you take your earrings off and try to undress. “matty?” you attempt to reach the zipper on the back of your black dress, but your limbs just can't seem to bend far enough “please help me take this bloody thing off!” you give up after a few seconds and get distracted by the red marks on your knees from where you fell just a few minutes ago.
“hold on, darling."
you lazily stare back at yourself in the mirror as matty walks through the room to set a glass of water on the bedside table. he takes a few steps and kneels behind you, fumbling his fingers to undo the pesky zipper. it's maybe the alcohol in your system or some wishful thinking, but you seem to notice a blush on his cheeks when he realizes you aren't wearing a bra as the straps of your dress fall to the sides. for a moment you catch his eyes gazing at your reflection, making you smile as a warmth, familiar sensation in your navel continues to grow.
a smile of his own tugs at the corner of his lips when he holds your elbows to raise you up on your feet, your silk dress sliding and pooling at your ankles in the process. he turns you around so your eyes finally meet, big brown loving eyes looking straight at you.
your head finds his chest, you can hear his gentle heartbeat, a soft repeating thud that you never grow tired of. "i think i could jus' fall 'sleep right here..."
“unfortunately, i don’t think that’s really going to work here, love. c'mon, get your arms up so i can put this shirt on.” you obey by raising your flimsy limbs up to the best of your ability while matty attempts to get the fabric on you. it takes a few tries, but he manages.
you now find yourself dressed in nothing but your shirt and underwear. you watch as he pulls the covers off the bed, getting your spot ready. once it’s set, he grabs your hand and slowly brings you over.
“please stay.” it wasn’t much of a question as much as it was a plea for him to keep you company.
he doesn’t argue with you, he knows better than that. he nods. “i'll just be on the sofa in the other room but let me know if you need anythi—" you shake your head. "this bed is big enough for you, too." you lazily pat the extra pillow besides your head. you get scared as he doesn't say much, but you breathe again once he starts to walk over in your direction, lifting the covers and making himself at home next to you. he doesn't bother getting undressed, but maybe that's best for your (and his own) sake.
you rest your head on his chest, letting your body melt into his as your lids grow heavy from the mix of alcohol and exhaustion. “thank you for keeping me safe, matty.” you feel as he brings you slightly closer, one hand running through your hair while the other grabs on to your shoulder, his lips softly planting a kiss on your forehead. “always, darling.”
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ovaryacted · 4 hours
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I think Leon (4make specifically) fucking away those awful period cramps is hot ngl. He's a babygirl like that and literally anything to make his baby feel better.
Like, i think he'd suggest or heck if asked he's just there wanting to make sure you're alright and comfy first and foremost but boy does he deliver. I love him what else can i say
MDNI/18+. NSFW. | cw: discussions of menstruation & period sex note: not everyone's menstrual cycles are the same or behave the same, some people have very harsh and violent periods and others can manage their cycles better. everyone is different and that is okay, and if this doesn't apply to your situation that is okay as well. this is merely a generalization of having intimacy during that time of the month. 🫶
PERIOD SEX YEAHHHHHHHHH. But yes anon, I love him too. I feel like obviously, Leon would be attentive and soft when it comes to comforting you on your cycle, but if the horny monster sneaks up on you he won't deny it. If anything, I think he'll be the one to try to suggest it or ease you into the idea because it could help you feel better. He only does things based off of your comfort level, so unless your cramps are really pissing you off, he'll leave you alone.
Leon is much more gentle and considerate when you're on your period, a bit less handsy, and pays more attention to reading your body cues. You don't have to ask him to do anything, he's already doing it before you have to open your mouth.
You're cold? He's getting you a blanket and wrapping it around you. Your cramps are beating your ass? He comes in with a bottle of Tylenol, a heating pad, and some tea sweetened just the way you like. You're hungry or you want some food? He'll get you whatever you want or cook something if you really ask for it. Your boobs are feeling sore? He's pushing your shirt up over your chest and using his strong hands to knead at your swollen skin until you feel better.
Whatever you want, you get, even if you're not entirely sure how to vocalize the things you need at the moment.
What you hate the most about your cycle is how badly you want to be near Leon, rubbing up against his firm chest and having his hands over you. The comforting touches turn into heavy petting as you bring your lips to his own, softly grinding into his pelvis and running your fingers through his hair. You can feel him get hard against you, your body more sensitive and on edge, the ache in your gut meshing in with the light cramping.
You want more, of course you do. You're practically vibrating over Leon's lap and he can feel it from the way you shift against him. But it looked like a massacre between your legs, and the last thing you wanted was to come off as an insane horndog. Pulling away from Leon's lips, you sigh in defeat as your hormones go haywire, about to move off of him completely before his hands keep you planted on top of him.
"You don't have to stop if you don't want to, I don't mind", he tells you with plump lips, caressing your cheek with one hand and the other touching your hip under your T-shirt.
"I know but...we can't do much anyways. It feels nice just kissing you", you said with a shrug, leaning forward to kiss him again and exhale a breath through your nose.
"Says who? If you want to mess around, we can you know? It's just me", Leon gives you a lopsided grin in reassurance.
"Leon, that kind of stuff...it's weird and gross, and messy...", you were giving him excuses, looking away from him bashfully but you couldn't ignore the way his words made your body warm up at the suggestion.
"Some people like doing things while they're on their cycles, something about it helping their cramps. I read it in a study a while ago", he said as if this was the easiest thing for him to imply. He did read a study that said something about sex helping diminish cramps, and he may or may not have asked Claire for tips on how to make you feel more comfortable on your cycle.
But period sex with your loving boyfriend? That seemed too farfetched and too much to ask for.
"If you want me to help you out that way, all you have to do is ask me. I won't judge you sweetheart", Leon cupped your face with both hands, looking at you with intense blue eyes. You looked into his gaze to find any sense of deceit, but all you found was his desire.
"You sure you won't find it gross?", your voice was more curious now, the arousal you felt earlier coming back stronger.
"You're talking to someone who kills monsters for a living, blood would be the last thing that bothers me", he chuckled, giving you one final kiss on your lips and rubbing the tip of his nose against your own.
"Want me to make you feel better?", he asked you gently, and the moment you nodded at him he wrapped his arms around you to mesh your body with his own.
He's still gentle as he has you with your back pressed into the mattress, a towel underneath you and your legs wrapped around his slim waist. Leon was fucking into you at an even pace, taking it slow and focusing on the way you tightened around him every time he pushed back inside you. With every swivel of his hips, he fills you up entirely before pulling his hips back, doing it again and again as he leaves kisses all over your neck.
Your body was more responsive to him, every nerve lit like a match and burning over like melting wax. You could feel him, smell him, not wanting to part from him for one second as you whined into his shoulder.
"Feel so damn hot, so good for me baby", Leon grunts against you, nipping at your chin and hitting that spot tucked inside you. You cried out underneath him, thighs beginning to shake as you felt your release building with every thrust he gave you.
Everything felt good, better than good, your body wound tight from the pleasure that made you roll your eyes and focus on Leon's cock filling you the way you craved. You didn't know if you should be thanking him or the study he read, but turns out they were right. This was much better than taking multiple Tylenol pills at a time, and as you came hard around him, your cramps were the last thing on your mind.
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"Undeserving"
Hi! This was an expedited request by @mosshugs who asked that I go more into my headcanon of Astarion having ED behaviors. I want to preface this by saying I have limited experience with ED behaviors, and most of my experience and knowledge is from people I know with eating disorders, and I apologize if something I've written here doesn't feel correct for the experience.
So, BIG TW for eating disorder talk on this one.
If you'd like to have an expedited request, please check out the pinned post on my blog! (The masterlist can now be found under the tag freshimasterlist.)
When it comes to survival, it is difficult to foster nurturement, to find the strength to nourish even the smallest part of yourself. It is especially difficult for those who never had a nurturer, those who grew up without the protection of a mama bear, those who were ripped away from safety and forced into survival primarily, to find the strength to care, even if it's for themselves. While it seems like common sense, some part of you couldn’t ever fully understand the phenomena of nourishment and survival. That is, until you were faced with the conundrum head-on.
Astarion had somewhat perfected survival at this point, despite the fact that it was mostly not his choice. A more proper word choice might be endurance, the ability to persevere through torture despite your undying presence. Even now, he had endured all the way to the city, all the way to the legendary ‘Baldur’s Gate’ that you had been fighting towards for weeks. The two of you understood each other quickly, smoothly, reading each other like tea leaves. But, just like premonitions, not all of the details unfold as quickly as others. 
Your vampiric lover had been feeding on you almost every evening since you found out about his little ‘secret,’ that he didn’t quite hide as well as he thought he did. Of course, it started when you were merely aquaintances, continued on when you were friends, and then turned into something more. Now, feeding on you is a romantic ritual of sorts, a sign of trust, a moment of recluse and safety. Safety is a word that Astarion is unfamiliar with, the feeling at least. But those moments he has drank from you, he has finally started to understand what exactly it means to be safe. That is, until he suddenly stopped. 
You were waiting to face Cazador, a being who had now become one of multiple banes of your existence. Sadly, things on a wild adventure don’t necessarily schedule themselves neatly, which was making both you and Astarion jittery, anxious.
“We should rest soon you know. Plenty more villains to get around to.”
He isn’t fully listening, something you’re quite used to dealing with. 
“I know.”
He’s more exhausted these days, moreso than usual. Everyone is tired obviously, but you’re more tuned into his energy than the others.
“Have you fed recently? It’s been a while since you’ve asked me.”
“Of course. How many people have I killed just today? Plenty of blood has been going around.”
He stands in the opening of the tent, staring off into nothing while you sit on the ground.
“You and I both know you don’t stop for long enough to get enough out of any of those fools.”
“And you take me for a liar?”
Astarion’s tongue is sharp, and he finally turns to face you.
“I take you for a liar, but not usually a liar to me. Now, come, drink some.”
You’ve had plenty of banters like this, where he has been difficult with you, but the night air doesn’t sit peacefully like on those nights. He’s not staring at nothing, but at the past, the future. He doesn’t bend to your whim. 
“Really, my darling Tav, I am alright. Perhaps you should go to bed without me, I might be up for a while.”
Distant. He’s only distant when something is truly bothering him, just like he was in the beginning, just like he was when you met him on the beach.
“Astarion, why don’t you want to feed on me?”
Out of the myriad of things he doesn’t like, he doesn’t like direct confrontation from you. When it comes to safety, survival, nourishment, he likes to be elusive. He likes to hide from you, because sometimes you let him. He wasn’t allowed to hide before, when he was still living at the palace. Sometimes though, you can’t let him hide.
“Who said I don’t want to feed on you? Why, your blood is delightful! Delectable even.”
And there he goes, that slight seduction in his tone, a distraction.
“Then why haven’t you drank from me in days? Over a week at this point?”
Now comes the moment when he realizes there is no way out, that you’re onto him, that he can’t dance around it with his words any longer. He makes his way to be next to you.
“I… I’m not really sure Tav.”
A very rare occurrence, where Astarion sounds entirely clueless.
“What do you mean?”
“I, I mean I do want to. I’ve told you so many times before how much I delight at our feedings, I just-”
You give him a moment.
“I feel, wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“Wrong. Like it wouldn’t be right to feed from you.”
“Aster, I’ve told you how many times that I’m okay with you feeding on me. It’s even enjoyable at times! And besides, it’s good for you, and it strengthens our bond-”
“I don’t think any of that is what this is. And I do hear you, but this… this is different. Maybe it’s because we’re so close to confronting, him.”
Both of your faces change slightly at the thought of Cazador.
“Are you nervous? Because that seems entirely natural.”
“Well, yes. Of course I’m nervous, not that I would tell anyone else that. I think this though, is perhaps a feeling of being undeserving of something.”
“Like what?”
“Freedom, love, more than rats. I have wanted to feed on you numerous times, but I find myself being held back by this feeling of being… undeserving.”
“My dear, you are entirely deserving of feeding, especially on me.”
You move to comfort him, a light touching arm.
“I suppose it doesn’t feel that way right now. You know what I was forced to drink from before: flies, rats, other vermin. And of course, when you first offered for me to feed from you, I was so incredibly taken away by a luxury I was never given. Now though, I simply wonder if I should’ve ever had that luxury at all, or if I should have that luxury even now.”
“You are deserving though.”
“I don’t think that will fix it my love. I don’t know if anything that you say can fix this.”
One of the hardest truths of love, that your words cannot always fix their wounds. That sometimes, there are things you will never be able to heal by yourself. 
“Then… how do we fix it? How do we make you feel deserving of feeding?”
He fumbles with his hands.
“Time? Patience? I don’t honestly know darling.”
You move a hand over to his wandering ones, hoping to ground him a little.
“Maybe, now that I know, we could at least try? Even just a little?”
There’s a hint of optimism in his demeanor, something you’ve seen more of over time.
“Alright then, we can try. But that’s all I can promise, an attempt.”
And so, he moves to prepare as you lie down, a much easier way to get your life’s essence taken. It’s a little more tense than usual, which makes sense following a conversation like that. There’s a moment where his teeth pierce your skin, and a piece of time where he does feed, and then there’s a sharp pull away. He seems almost nauseous when you sit back up. You cover the rip he just made on your neck with a nearby piece of cloth.
“I’m sorry, I just… I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, you tried. That’s all I said right, that we should try?”
You move back over to him and wipe at a tear, one made from an apology he never should’ve had to give. 
“Right. And maybe we can try again tomorrow?”
“Of course my love, of course.”
When the two of you lie down finally, there isn’t much said for the rest of the evening. You’ll never quite know exactly what he felt in that moment, what tasting your blood was like, how it made him ill and scared. One thing you do know is that you’ll be there again the next evening, and the evenings later, even if it takes a lifetime to repair that relationship with feeding from you. And maybe eventually, there won’t be that feeling of being undeserving anymore. Maybe one day, there will be nourishment instead of survival, but for now, you can try and make survival as nurturing as you can.
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cemeteryspider · 2 days
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Dearie~ Pt. 4
Alastor x Singer! Reader
Summary: A pot left to boil may simmer over at some point, and Vox is about to learn that lesson.
Trigger Warnings: Physical Violence (Against Reader), Abuse, Coercion, Kidnapping, Restraint, and Manipulation
Word Count: 1395
"Satan! Why are you so difficult! I do e̵̙̕ṽ̶̘͝ė̸͉̼̍ṟ̷͋y̴̥͑t̷̥̝̿̄h̵̛̳ǐ̵͍͈̉n̶̢̋g̴͙͈̐͛ for you and t̵̝̔h̵̘̉ḯ̸͈s̴̫̓ is how you repay me, you b̷̟͝i̶͓͝ṫ̷͉c̸͎̐h̵̼̅" Every buffered word reverberated through the room, each syllable a heavy step that brought Vox closer. He loomed over you, a shadow casting its weight upon your curled-up form in the dimly lit corner. The air crackled with tension as the pungent scent of demon rage filled the confined space.
"If you would just listen," Vox's voice resonated, carrying a mix of frustration and desperation. His plea hung in the air, a haunting echo of a desire for understanding. “I wouldn’t have to do this”
His foot stomped against your temple, and your whole world went dark before you could even make a sound.
~~~
In the end Alastor ended up back at the hotel, right back where he started. His Darling, still trapped, and possibly worse off then she was before, with no way out.
As Alastor pondered the plan he toyed with, a heavy sigh escaped him. The weight of the decision settled in his chest. He hesitated, knowing the gravity of the steps he was about to take. Yet, for the sake of his dear, he knew he had no other choice.
~~~
Alastor asked his old friend Zestial to call a meeting. There stood all of the relevant overlords of the Pride Ring, minus the Vees. Luckily all of them just so happened to be friendly with him, and or loved his Darling. She was a charmer and that did not end with run of the mill demons on the street.
"Why have you called us here, Alastor" Carmilla was straight to the point, and obviously had better things to be doing.
"During my seven-year hiatus," Alastor began, his tone measured, "my Dearie struck a deal with Vox. She's in trouble, and I require your assistance to bring her back." The room fell silent as the overlords absorbed the weight of his words, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern.
The Overlords scooted in closer and unanimously agreed that they would help, not just for Alastor’s sake but for the sake of their friend.
Alastor supposed it was time to get down to business.
~~~
When you woke up you felt real restraints tying you to a chair. A pair of handcuffs linked each arm to their armrest, and your legs were duct taped together.
"Finally you're up!" Vox jumped from the box he was sitting on, looking up from scrolling on his phone, "Good, I thought I lost you there"
You tried to pull yourself free from the shackles but as you had assumed they were not budging.
You slumped back in your seat. You were well aware that seeing Alastor was a bad idea, and it wasn't going to end well. However, just in case you didn't make it you wanted to see him one last time, and hold him again even if for a moment.
"Now, I assume you're going to be a good girl and do as I say. You are going to hair and makeup to get all dolled up for a special performance on Vox-2-Nite, and you're going to perform the song I wrote for you exactly as written. You are going to show the world how grateful you are for us and then you're going to do it all over again tomorrow. Okay, doll, now you are going to be on your best behavior" He carefully unlocked one of your cuffs.
You circled your sore wrist, and once your other was free made a move to punch him right in his flat face. However, a blue chain wrapped around your wrist, and pulled you to the side.
"Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about being a good girl" He landed a swift kick to your stomach, "Pretty please will you cooperate, wouldn't want to make make-up's job harder than it already is"
He dragged you from the chain, up multiple flights of stairs, and around many hallways until you reached a dressing room.
"Fix her! She's on in an hour" He growled at the nearest make-up artist, who promptly got to work concealing your many bruises and cuts caused by Vox himself.
~~~
"Umm Alastor," Charlie tentatively called to him from the lobby, "I think you're going to want to see this"
He told the hotel about his plans right after his meeting with the other overlords. While Charlie didn't want her people to resort to violence, she knew that this was one of the rare exceptions to that idea. She knew that you were being hurt by Vox and his fellow Vees, and even though she had never met you, she knew you were special by the way Alastor cared about you.
So when Alastor appeared to question what Charlie wanted he was greeted by a horrible sight on the picture-box in front of him.
There you stood, your beautiful face obviously covered in make-up that you didn't usually wear. Your eyes sunken in, and your dress nothing like what you would normally wear. Worse of all were the handprints around your neck, and Alastor knew just who to blame for those.
As the haunting melody filled the room, each note carried the weight of the protagonist's suppressed emotions. With each word, the performance became a silent plea for freedom, the lyrics echoing the depths of a love distorted by Vox's malevolence. The protagonist's eyes, hidden behind layers of makeup, betrayed a profound sadness.
One day, I loved you, the next you were gone, Never looking back, to see if I was okay. Maybe it will be okay, but the shadows grow long, In the afterlife, a cannibal's wife, oh deer, darling, look what we've done. A pity, a shame, how the game was played, A pawn in the king's palm I shall stay. You'll see me on screen, forced to watch, As I spoil and rot, our love left to decay. Once the apple of your eye, now abandoned and cold, Never to see the light of day, your shining face I can't hold. In this twisted fate, a tragic tale unfolds, I'm tethered to the screen, where our story's been sold.
The lyrics echoed in your mind, a bittersweet reminder of the entwined fate that held you captive. The words became a mantra, a whispered promise that somewhere beyond the screen, a chance for a different ending awaited.
Oh deer, darling, the pain never subsides, In this afterlife, where love painfully hides. A cinematic nightmare, I'm forever confined, To the echoes of our past, lost in rewind. A pity, a shame, how the game was played, A pawn in the king's palm I shall stay. You'll see me on screen, forced to watch, As I spoil and rot, our love left to decay. But maybe in another life, our paths will align, Beyond the screens, where love's star will brightly shine. For now, I'll linger in this haunting reel, A cannibal's wife, trapped in a love surreal.
The melancholy tune continued and reverberated through. Everyone is listening.
Luckily you wouldn't be singing his song much longer.
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As the weeks crawled by, a clandestine plan took shape in the shadows. The air crackled with anticipation, each passing day building toward an inevitable confrontation. Whispers of rebellion lingered in the halls of Vox Tower
 Vox Tower was quite literally shaking on its foundation. A radio crackle came from below your bed, and you rushed to check it.
"Alastor?"
"Get somewhere safe, mon cherie" The static cut off abruptly and the shaking became worse. All you could do was crouch in the corner and cover your neck with your hands.
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"What the f̸̛̱̏̃͛̈́͋̌̍͑́͝͝ừ̴͖͍̯̥̦͔͓̿͛͌͌̽̍̂̅͝c̵̨̟̤̫̺͉̥̓̾͂̿̆̇̇̾̑͗̚k̶͈̼̑̄̋ͅ is going on!" Vox's enraged voice reverberated through Vox Tower. Val and Velvette scrambled to restore order, but Vox's control was slipping. His fortress, once an impenetrable bastion of power, now quivered under the rebellion of overlords.
"Well it seems, that the overlords are fighting back along with those cannibal bitches" Velvette tried to calmly explain the situation, but every word seemed to anger Vox more and more.
The Overlords were turning on them. Led by Alastor they were destroying televisions, VoxSecurity Stores, Billboards, anything they could get their dirty hands on. Their sights were set on Vox Tower, the epicenter of innovation in the Pride Ring. Soon they would descend upon them.
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meditando-en-paris · 3 days
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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (HTTYD2)
Explanation on why the 💞"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖"💞 scene is so important in How To Train Your Dragon 2 (HTTYD2) by Dreamworks.
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Valka at the beginning of HTTYD2
Let's start by talking about Valka.
Throughout the film, it is explained how in the past she felt uncomfortable and strange in the human world, as its static norms clashed with her ideals, which is why she ends up abandoning her family.
So she achieves his dream of living in peace and harmony with the dragons, learning everything from them. However, she has paid the price of giving up her "human side" and with it her family.
That she chose to live among dragons rather than remain with her own reveals two things: Confidence and courage in pursuing her dream, but also her fear and lack of trust in others.
She does not feel supported and listened to by her people, but neither does Stoick. She feels caged, so when she gets the chance, she escapes.
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The fact that Valka renounces her family is also a reflection of the problems within their marriage. Valka and Stoick had opposing beliefs towards dragons, which would obviously create fights and reinforce Valka's idea that this was not her place. Furthermore, this shows that Valka was extremely afraid of being rejected by Stoick for who she really was, and that this probably led her to show herself to him in a way that she was not in order to protect herself. Not to mention that, being seen as an outcast in Mema for opposing the war and that her love of dragons almost killed her family, she believed she was protecting her son.
Thus, at the beginning of HTTYD2 we find a strong and confident Valka within the world of dragons, but very distrustful and distanced from the world of humans. This is reinforced at the beginning when she walks crouching, imitating the dragons.
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Later on, once she establishes a bond with Hiccup through the dragons (but note: through the dragons, not because he is her child. Although this changes later on), she begins to walk upright and behave in a more "human" way.
Meeting with Stoick
Valka's real growth comes when she and Stoick meet again.
It is amazing how Valka crumbles in a few seconds. She goes from a powerful woman who believes in herself to a frightened person, full of remorse and anguish.
After meeting Hiccup, she regrets abandoning them. She regrets choosing the easy way out, but as she says: "Well, what sign did I have that you could change, Stoick? That anyone in Mema could do it? Did anyone listen to me?".
Her body language shows that she is extremely afraid (she backs away until she hits the wall), showing once again the fear she has of being rejected by Stoic, the person she loves, and whom she has to finally confront.
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It's funny how Valka is unable to understand his reaction. Anyone else would be filled with anger and frustration, but Stoic's response is ✨sublime✨. He says nothing until he is at her level, while she says everything on the verge of tears. Then he strokes her cheek and says, "You are as beautiful as the day I lost you."
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FRIENDS, are you aware of what a LOVE DECLARATION this man makes? This man has told her: Everything is fine. I accept and understand your decisions, even though they were not the best. I forgive you and I love you💞.
I think Valka cries not only from the stress and emotion of the whole situation, but also that she finally sees that her husband accepts her for who she is and loves her that way.
💞💚💜✨THIS MOMENT IS PERFECT✨💜💚💞.
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Little by little, Valka opens up to her human side, which she had repressed, while Stoick supports her in her development with small gestures (this is especially noticeable in their body language). In this way, Valka realises that she had made a mistake. Everyone can change, even her.
In conclusion, Valka from this moment onwards will begin to understand that her family does not make her more vulnerable, that her quirks are impossible to accept or unforgivable. That is why she wants to return to Mema happy to be reunited with her people and family and, therefore, happy to be reunited with her human side.
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What do you think of this scene?
I hope you liked the analysis✨.
𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘!
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God it's so weird to look back through my life and be able to pinpoint exact moments that a specific alter was fronting. Back then we didn't even know we had DID (for the most part) yet this disorder has colored my life for almost as long as I've been alive.
When I was in high school, one of the elective classes I took was orchestra. I was super passionate about it; I would regularly stay after school to help the other orchestras in my school during rehearsal, which was basically unheard of at my school. I was known for loving not just playing the viola but also caring a lot about the group as a whole, taking time to help anyone struggling with specific parts of a piece or even to help set up the room for practice or the stage for performances. I took viola and orchestra very seriously.
But also.... I had a silly, playful side to me. Most anyone who knew me outside of orchestra knew this about me, but my director sure did not. So when it came time for the annual region-wide audition for the "top orchestra of the region" (region being a collection of several school districts), I was expected to audition like I had all the previous years. And, well, I suppose the me that was there on the day of the audition had other plans. Instead of playing the excerpts like she was asked to, she instead, in order: played a C major scale (the easiest scale to play on a viola), played a singular D major chord (but like, REALLY BADLY out of tune), and, the kicker: instead if playing the excerpt from Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 5 Movement 4, she played a part from *Movement 2* of the same symphony, AKA a piece our high school had played in front of every music educator in the state. So, yknow, it was obvious which school I'd come from.
When word got around to our director what had occurred, he was pissed beyond belief. He brought me into his office, and I could tell he was just absolutely dumbfounded and perplexed. He stated how I was "the last person [he] expected to pull something like that". I remember shrugging and kinda bluntly saying something rude back while feeling like he was making a big deal out of nothing, which would have been incredibly out of character for me as well as I adored that director- and I'm realizing now that the version of me who was in his office that day was neither the version of me who usually played in the orchestra, nor was that the version of me who pranked the audition process.
And like... it's wild to me that I can so clearly tell which parts of me were present for each of those moments. The one who's usually in orchestra? That's Gray (aka me), the goody two-shoes. The prankster was obviously Purple. And the one who had to deal with a disappointed director was Green. But at the time none of us were even consciously fronting or switching for any of that, it all happened so quickly and suddenly that it felt really disjointed. Hell, for years afterwards I'd still ask myself what possessed me to be an obvious prankster, or to snap back at my director like that. Well, I guess now I know I probably was possessed in some way (heh).
Just, yeah. Some rambling thoughts of the now I guess.
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galex when harry met sally au!!!! genius idea!!!!! say more (if you want!)
omg hi… thank u for your interest that’s so nice! one thing abt me I will always say more
first of all I consider myself a when harry met sally scholar and I’m always like why are there not more whms aus? but the answer is most likely that the premise (men and women can’t be friends) is ridiculous and hard to translate to fic where the couple is not straight man/straight woman. I’ve seen a fic before where they tried to be like “gay men can’t be friends w other gay men” or something but respectfully this somehow makes less sense than the original version imo which is already goofy. anyways the solution is u have to just forget abt that part and move forward w the delicious friends to lovers drama
to me the next step is well who is harry and who is sally and luckily thanks to bisexuality I think they can both be a little of each or like you could justify either way depending on which angle on their personalities you’re taking. tho I thinkkkk I lean more alex harry George sally. primarily bc of the two George would have days of the week underwear. this all came to me in a vision when I did my most recent traditional nye rewatch
I think I can’t write this as an actual fic bc I’m too loyal to the source material and would just end up name changing every iconic scene instead of thoughtfully adapting the material based on Alex and George’s perceived personalities but it’s still fun to put guys in situations in my head so I’m taking this opportunity to bullet point. thank u again lol
when they drive to New York from chicago George is sally and Alex is harry and as mentioned above at the diner george does tell the days of the week underwear story. to me Alex being like “well you’ve never had good sex then!” and george defending himself is very fun and then also the “they don’t make Sundays” punchline seems like good sneaky funny guy george humour that would catch Alex off guard and have him be like oh this weird uptight guy who is being really strict w the driving schedule is actually kinda fun
ALSO the exchange of:
Alex: you’d rather be in a passionless marriage
George: and be First Lady of Czechoslovakia
Alex: than be w the guy you’ve had the best sex of your life w just bc of his job?
George: YES and so would any practical person w any sense!
is so galex to me. imo one of them needs to have some sort of preconceived notion that the other finds ridiculous and their relationship is abt the push and pull… is this anything
side note in this au george drives them the whole way to New York and when they reconnect it is a treasured anecdote abt how George drives like a maniac
When they part ways I think Alex insults George’s driving and George is like 🙄 okay see you never man! and Alex was honestly gonna ask for his instagram (modern whms I guess!) but okay “I guess we’re not going to be friends?” and George is a little embarrassed but he thought Alex who made fun of him for fucking a guy named Sheldon and reads the ends of books in case he dies prob doesn’t want to be friends w George anyways and might be making fun of him rn so he says “I guess not” and Alex is like “okay too bad.. you were the only person I knew in New York! have a nice life” and George watches him walk away w a little pang… missed connection… honestly plot hole bc George would like Alex right away but needs must
time jump but do they meet at the airport or just like a party w mutual friends idk… either way to me the important galex moment from this segment is the conversation abt dating being hard and alex does the harry monologue abt how after you hook up w someone you lie there and think how long do we have to cuddle before I can leave? is 30 seconds enough? and George is like u can’t be serious w that you don’t think that (do people think this abt George???) and alex is like yes obviously! smugly looks at George “how long do you like to be held? all night right?” George sputters and alex goes on “that’s the problem. somewhere between 30 seconds and all night” in my head the title of this fic is between 30 seconds and all night. my priorities are very in order
next fun thing to think abt for me is the sally friend group and I’ve decided that CHARLES should be the Carrie fisher character bc it pleases me to think abt charles being involved w a married man who is never going to leave his wife for him (yes the married man is seb thanks for asking) and dramatically sighing “he’s never going to leave her” and George going yeah charles that’s true mate “you’re right you’re right I know you’re right” anytime u can get charles leading a dramatic side character life in a fic I think it is a win
Alex and George reconnect fr and start spending so much time together in their post break up eras. George definitely has a sexual fantasy where a man rips off all his clothes and that’s it but sometimes his outfit is different
they go on their double date where George has brought charles for Alex and Alex brings Pierre for George (chalex is very fun to me and I think ideally I would want Alex and charles to have the sally/Marie relationship but George and Pierre is a harder connection to make other than that one time they went to ihop together apparently. so redbull trauma connection it is)
Alex explaining to Pierre that George actually is good looking and has a good personality and Pierre is like 🤨 well why did you say GOOD PERSONALITY everyone knows this means ugly. Alex put in a position to explain why George is attractive and fun to spend time with yessss let’s not connect those dots king
Piarles triumphs of course and George is like please charles just be nice to Alex he’s actually very sensitive… u can text Pierre but just for tonight be chill I’m begging u. Charles and Pierre immediately decide to share an uber. George says oh does Pierre live in charles’ neighbourhood Alex says Well. No across the city actually
Haven’t thought abt the set pieces that much beyond this double date scenario tbh but we of course have Alex and george having a run in w Alex’s ex while they’re doing something silly and george is like ohhhhh he’s not over it and they get into a fight at Charles and Pierre’s place (tho can’t imagine in this world that Charles and Pierre would argue abt ugly furniture like.. they’re wearing matching ridiculous pants) where alex is like well where do you get off lecturing me abt taking my emotions out on my friends when you don’t even care abt your breakup you’re totally fine! and George is like just bc I am PROCESSING THIS DIFFERENTLY doesn’t mean I don��t have feelings
plot moves along etc etc they’re seeing other ppl that they’re both lowkey dismissive of etc etc THEY HOOK UP its perfect George is like wow it’s all clicking I hadn’t thought abt it but we were definitely heading in this direction meanwhile Alex is FREAKING OUT very much in his head abt how he is ruining his friendship w George and did he take advantage of George in his emotionally distressed state is George gonna be upset with him he really needs to get out of here to think. in the morning when Alex is nervously getting tf out but politely inviting George to dinner after work and George is picking up on the tense energy like oh god he regrets this and therefore I regret this! he cannot believe he let himself get into a position where Alex was calculating how long he had to hold George before he could run out of George’s apartment
At dinner George says “it was a mistake, you’re my best friend and I value that” and alex thought this is what he wanted george to say bc that means they’re on the same page so actually why does it feel so terrible?
Things are now VERY AWKWARD which is what Alex wanted to avoid but george is allegedly very busy and can’t hang out so they next time they really see each other is at charles and Pierre’s wedding where they get into a fight and alex is like well sorry I didn’t come over w the plan to sleep with you but what was I supposed to do when you were looking at me with your big weepy eyes!!! (extremely galex moment thanks nora ephron) and George is going to DIE he cannot have alex sleeping w him out of pity
Alex groveling montage etc etc George is really hurt but picks up the phone and he cannot be Alex’s nye party date bc he cannot do more just friends not dating w alex and he is NOT a consolation prize back up plan!!! alex realizing that George is not a back up plan to him he is actually everything and if he doesn’t want to ruin the best relationship he has he unfortunately has to do something abt it and be EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE
insert nye perfect romcom speech scene. love wins they want the rest of their lives to start as soon as possible and shall be married in the fall.
and yes it’s about old friends
Realized I did not address the I’ll have what she’s having scene and it’s bc I actually can’t decide who is who. on one hand george has been sally for most of this and I like the dynamic of George doing things that Alex doesn’t expect but also I can picture a world where George is the one w more preconceived/rigid notions abt sex but also I think I’m lowkey close minded abt how a convo abt faking orgasms would go between 2 cis dudes. would they have this convo?? realism obv my #1 concern in my f1 real person fanned fiction
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abboutross · 2 days
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Anywhere u go - part six
Author’s note: hello my fucking favourites, I told you my shitty mental health wouldn’t stop me from writing and here you have part six 🫡 this one is a big dramatic 🫢 also put your birthday hats on and let’s all just wish the happiest of birthdays to our girl 🫣 hope you enjoy this!
wc: 2337 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated
Warnings: there’s a fight and some mentions of blood in this
Part one, two, three, four, five
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You did as you said. You’re still with George, trying to get your mind off Ross. And with the end of your classes, it got a little easier, since you stopped seeing him everyday in the school hallways. So, now you just want to enjoy your first summer break in this town with your friends. It’s summer, it’s hot outside, the sun shines bright, the flowers look so pretty and the birds sing along to a happy melody. How can you not be in a good mood?
A few weeks ago, you were feeling so down, sad, and you would see the world in such a dark shade. Now, you feel lighter, you’re happier, you go out with George and you actually love being with your boyfriend - valuing the fact that you got such a precious boy by your side. At the very first day of summer break, George already had a lot of things planned out for both of you. You went to the pool, you went to the movies, you did cute picnics in the park. And your days have been filled with love and laughter. The sun touches your skin and it feels warm again, in a way that warms your heart, just like George does every time he kisses you.
Molly is still seeing Jamie, something about giving him a chance of him being her Prince Charming that she’s pretty sure that he will end up kissing her in the rain. She definitely didn’t got over that moment that happened between you and your boyfriend.
You were doing a walk in the park with George when he pulled you out of your thoughts.
“You know, every single year, me and the boys go to the beach together. Matty’s parents have a house in the coast. He said you and Molly can come with us this year” - he explains to you.
Spending some days of your summer break at the beach won’t hurt you. You could really use some days at a different place. Mental note: making sure that Molly will go with you.
“And we can celebrate your birthday there, since it’s only a few days away” - your boyfriend smiled at the thought of throwing you nice a birthday party, just like you deserve.
“I would love to go on vacation with you guys” - you smile wide, matching George’s expression.
When you got home, you obviously called Molly.
“Hey! Got your bikinis ready?” - you asked right away.
“Huh?” - she said confused.
“George said to me that Matty kind of invited us to go spend some days at the beach with the boys” - you explained to her.
“Oh yeah, Adam said something to me about it. I was waiting to actually talk to you and check if you were going” - she answers.
“Yes! I mean, a few days in other place won’t hurt. I think I really need to get out of here to clear my mind a bit” - you admit.
“Well… do you think he’s going to be there?” - Molly asked cautiously.
“I don’t know? I hope not, to be honest” - you reply as you start thinking about it.
You were really looking forward to these vacation. But what are you going to do if Ross is there as well? That’s definitely not going to help your “out of sight, out of mind” phase. He will be in your sight every single day. You are going to be living in the same house as him for a few days.
“Well, maybe I’m not going” - you say on the line after a moment of silence.
“What? Shut up. You’re going to let a guy ruin your vacation? No way. I won’t let that happen! Not on my watch!” - Molly says strictly.
And she is right. You know she is. You can’t let some guy ruin your days at the beach with your boyfriend and your friends.
When you’re packing your bags, you can’t help but feel undecided. Your mind is a mix of thoughts, something along the lines of ‘is this bikini cute enough to take on vacation?’ and ‘what if Ross is there? Will he talk to me this time?’ But you decide to brush it off.
You meet Molly at her place, you’re going with her and Adam to meet the rest of the group at Matty’s house.
After you greet them, Molly surprises you with what she says next.
“Adam, will that-one-guy-you-know-we-hate be there too?” - she asks fearless.
Her brother chuckles at her question. “Ross? He’s invited, but he hasn’t said anything yet, so we don’t know if he will show up there” - he says and looks at you. “Don’t worry, either way, Olive is definitely not invited” - he smiles at you and you pretend you don’t care about what he just said. On the inside, you are feeling a bit of relief, at least you won’t have to deal with her.
On the ride there, you were sitting between Molly and George in the car. Your hand was intertwined with your boyfriend’s and you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful he looks. He catches you staring at him and smiles at you, giving you a peck on the lips. The sun is hitting your skin, feeling so good inside that car, just like how you’re feeling on the inside, excited to spend some days with George, and even more excited to celebrate your birthday with your closest friends.
Once you get to the house, everyone’s first instinct is run to the beach. You drop your bags and follow them, when you notice George staying behind.
“You’re not coming?” - you ask him.
“No” - he simply says with a smile. “You go and have fun. I’ll prepare everything for the party tonight”.
Oh shit, you totally forgot. As soon as the clock turns to midnight, you turn 16. And with all the excitement to go to the beach, you forgot you had to help George getting everything ready for the night.
“Oh, right! I’ll stay to help you then” - you say as you start gathering your things.
“No, it’s fine” - he simply says. “Go get some fresh air, I’ll start arranging everything” - he gets closer to you to give you a small kiss and you take his advice.
Once you get to the beach, it’s like the time stopped. Feeling your bare feet in the warm sand, hearing the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks. Your friends are already in the water, laughing and enjoying the good weather. You take your time, loving the way you feel so good right now. You don’t remember feeling this way for a while. You’re grateful you’re here, in this place, in this moment, in this time and space. And you’re grateful Ross hasn’t showed up. You’re really looking forward to enjoy your days with no distractions, no drama, no sadness.
When you and your friends get back home, your mouth opens at what you’re seeing. George had already decorated the entire living room with balloons, a banner saying ‘happy birthday’, and Matty’s mom was walking in with some snacks and drinks.
“You did this all on your own?” - you say surprised.
“Denise helped me. I just wanted to make something nice for you” - he answers shyly.
You hug him tightly and thank him for making something so nice and thoughtful for you.
“We have four hours left until you’re finally 16. Let’s get ready for the party!” - Matty announced.
So you did. You and Molly went to the bedroom where you two would be staying, and started choosing the best birthday outfit for your party.
“George really is the sweetest for arranging all this for you” - Molly said with a smile.
“He is. I really want to enjoy these days with him” - you admit, feeling your heart beating a little faster just at the thought of those next days.
“Hey! And with me too!” - Molly nudge you and laughed. You mirrored her expression.
A few time later, you and your friend are still in your room when you hear some loud noise, like someone is yelling.
“Oh it’s probably the boys just messing with each other” - Molly says, trying to calm you down. The muffled sound doesn’t allow you to understand a word of what’s being said.
“You’re probably right” - you decide to ignore it.
As you’re finishing your makeup, you hear a loud thud, like someone has been pushed against the wall. You and Molly decide to go check what’s going on, and once you get to the living room, you can’t believe your eyes. Ross is lying on the floor, his face full of blood. Olive is screaming like crazy, saying something among the lines of her and her boyfriend not being welcomed near your group of friends.
When you look at George, his face is red and he’s fuming, completely furious out of his mind. Matty and Adam are trying to calm him down.
“What’s going on? What happened?” - Molly asked.
“She wasn’t supposed to be here! No, you are not welcome here, so you better leave!!” - George screams to Olive.
“She’s my girlfriend, she has all the right to come with me on vacation!” - Ross gets up and shouts in George’s face. Matty and Adam separate them again, and George can’t control himself.
“She’s not allowed to come on vacation with us, we don’t like her! And if you want to be with her, go somewhere else” - George says as he punches Ross’ face again.
“Hey what the fuck? You’re punching his face because of some stupid vacations? Stop it now!” - you say as you push George away from Ross.
“You two look like kids right now. Just stop whatever this is. It’s not worth getting your nose broken for” - you say sternly.
In a minute, the entire room falls into silence. Matty is the one interrupting it.
“It’s past midnight already” - he says quietly.
“Happy birthday…?” - he tries to hug you, but instead you just let go off him.
You go outside to catch some fresh air.
Happy birthday to you. You’re turning 16 - but your ‘sweet sixteen’ started out as anything but sweet.
Your mind can’t stop comparing the way you were feeling just a couple of hours ago, and how you’re feeling now. It makes you laugh ironically. You thought these days were going to be so cool. You were going to the beach, you would go out to new places with your friends. You would finally have a good time, with no worries or unnecessary drama - something you haven’t had in a few weeks already.
But you were wrong. It seems like trouble haunts you, follows you anywhere you go.
A few hours back, you were worried that Ross might come here. Now, you have Ross AND Olive in the same house as you, forcing you to deal with both.
And you can’t take it anymore. You’re tired, you just want to have a normal boring life, you don’t want fights, don’t want arguments, you don’t want to hear anybody screaming and you don’t want to be anywhere near drama.
Molly meets you outside and immediately engulfs you into a hug.
“I’m sorry your party turned into all this mess. But tomorrow will be a better day. Happy birthday, I love you” - she tries to comfort you.
“I want to go home” - you say to her.
“What? Y/N we are supposed to stay here for four days. Let’s just enjoy this place for a bit” - she tried to reason with you.
“No, I’m not dealing with all this for four days. Plus, I’ll have my dance presentation in six days and I’d rather go home and prepare myself for that” - you say, sure of yourself.
George meets you and Molly outside, his lip is bleeding as well now.
“I’m so sorry. I really wanted to give you a nice birthday party” - he says, feeling guilty.
“If you really wanted to give me a nice birthday party, you could’ve, at least, control yourself and not punch someone in the face - twice!” - you scream at him.
“I couldn’t help it! She wasn’t supposed to be here. I don’t want them to make you feel uncomfortable” - George says while trying to get closer to you.
You get out of his grip. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore, I’m going home” - you explain.
“What? Why? We were supposed to spend this week together!” - he tries to reason with you.
“No. I’m not doing this. I’m going home and I really don’t care about anything you can say or do now. You can punch everyone’s faces if you’d like. I don’t give a shit and I don’t want to be in the middle of this. I’m going home and that’s my final decision” - you say sternly.
Molly looks at you and doesn’t say anything.
“You can stay if you want to” - you simply say to her.
“No, I’m coming with you. I’m not letting you leave all by yourself” - Molly says as she walks inside to pack your things.
George looks at you and, when he tries to talk to you, you turn your back at him. You can’t forget the image of Ross on the floor, his forehead sweaty, breathing heavily and touching the blood that was on his face. You’re absolutely disgusted that George caused all this. Beating up Ross was definitely unnecessary. You end up going inside as well, meeting the two people you never wanted to look at again, to your ruined birthday party, to the expectations you created in your head for this vacation. And the realisation that it all blew up. Bitter sixteen - that’s what you’re getting.
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my-thoughts-and-junk · 2 months
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'yandere sebastian' 'yandere abigail' 'yandere wizard' give me yandere clint 🖐✊🖐✊
#random thoughts#stardew valley#love the idea of a clint who slowly loses interest in emily and starts fixating on the farmer#it wouldn't get violent so not REALLY a yandere he just gets kinda stalker-y and really passive-aggressive#about you talking to and romancing other people#i just wish more stardew mods kept the original kind of asshole-y personalities of the nonromancable characters#don't make morris a sympathetic guy whose dad died and he's 'just following orders' give me reasons WHY he thinks pelican town sucks#and make me be able to kiss him anyway#a character doesn't need to be morally good for me to understand their motivations!!!#GIVE ME ASSHOLE WIZARD!!!#actually you know what i love the idea of clint killing someone and immediately regretting it#like in a heat of the moment 'my crush's spouse is arguing with me while im forging and well.'#'i got mad and i had a hammer'#immediately freaks out but OBVIOUSLY he can't go to harvey about this!!!#so he takes the body (were they still breathing? he was so freaked out he can't remember anymore and he hates it)#and buries it in the grove of trees behind his house where you get that one statue#goes inside and cries himself to sleep or smth#gets all jumpy for a while until you trigger his next heart event#when you go to his shop while he's visibly upset and he's like#'would you still like me even if i did something really wrong? would we still be friends?'#and depending on how you answer he either gets moderately back to normal or kills himself#the ghost of your spouse starts haunting him btw. visible only to him#you can see inside his house before you enter during the cutscene and you (the player) can see the ghost#but when you go inside it's gone#if he kills himself you find a note saying to check out back to see what he did#my guilty pleasure is really fucking edgy character mods can you tell#anyway if you get married and have a kid after this the kid has your deceased spouse's name by default <3
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pierog · 10 months
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so i applied for a DREAM JOB and out of 6000 applicants!!! I ended up in the final 15 😟
…and I did SOOOOO soooooo well til the very last round 😔 i accidentally became privy to some scathing information from the judging panel. ouuuuuuuchhhh lol my insecurities.
proud of myself for being true to myself and getting far as i did, though.
#also i got covid so feeling a bit self pitying at the moment#i honestly have massive beef with their criticisms#i left this country when i was 5 and have ended up with a lot of cultural differences#sorry English ppl reading this but i feel like the UK is very caught up on appearances. for example:#it’s an outdoorsy job and the panel were unimpressed i didn’t come in my hiking boots + wet weather gear#umm…. yeah because we are SITTING INSIDE ON A SUMMER’S DAY???#it felt like posing to me? i grew up in rural NZ so I’ve spent majority of my life in the bush#PS most of the hiking boots i did see were obviously pristine and never taken on an actual hike 🙄#yes i own that stuff. no im not gonna wear it just to prove a point. i wore jeans and the same shoes ive been wearing while hiking across#europe these last 2 months.#also the NZ wilderness is so much more rugged like these hikes in UK/europe would barely count as a casual day walk to me#so our standards are very different#and we both left feeling quite unimpressed with each other I think#i’ll provide one more rant: one of the exercises involved wiring up a plug. i did it successfully but failed cos I didn’t plug it in after#well um. my mama is a scientist and taught me not to fuck with electricity unless i’m 100% sure#yes I did all the wiring right but it was still my first time so I’m being cautious. apparently that’s a bad thing 🤷‍♀️#enough rants from me but basically yeah lots of little things like that which I disagree with
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hexados-on-a-string · 7 months
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her: they're probably thinking abt other women
me: at the end of episode 52 of nv when everyone's saying goodbye, helios and drago talk abt hopefully the next time they meet they'll still be friends and be on the same side. when spectra shows up again in ms he tells them that yes they're still friends and on the same side, however when he comes back the brawlers are falling apart and dan has a link to magmel and is also generally being a Huge Jerk™, which might be an understatement. bringing back spectra during this arc was a brilliant idea bc other than being the writers' clear favourite, nv already set up parallels between dan and spectra and the contrast between how dan's acting and how even spectra of all people is actually disturbed and concerned by it shows how bad the situation has actually gotten.
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jonny-b-meowborn · 8 months
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You know, I've never been a fanfic person, and so far I've pretty much only read short one shots, I think I've read only one fic with many chapters and a bigger plot? But a few days ago I read a few Road 96 fics I bookmarked in the last few weeks, and turns out!! Two of them are unfinished. One lacks only the final chapter, and that one wasn't as interesting to me so I don't feel bad for not being able to finish it, but the other I got super invested in before I noticed it has only three chapters out of who knows how many. I understand now the hell of finding the perfect fic and having to wait for more. Ough
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simonstamenovic · 1 year
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genuinely very very happy about maya still Do Not get me wrong. I simply wish... the world was better and less cruel. and that I was not complicit in that cruelty. and that honorspren in shadesmar werent such hypocrites.
#outgoing transmission#adolin post#the desire to have everything be good forever and be told by some almighty being that#actually you didnt mske anything mistakes and did the best you can and were good vs like#how... not hollow. but. that is also not true i messed up so very much and do have to wonder if my existence was Not worth it#disregarding the fact that... well. it is a story someone wrote and yes obviously I needed to be there.#but. as a person? mmh. craving not necessarily reassurance but Being Sure i didn't make awful decisions to make things worse. and i simply#cannot know that. not at the moment and potentially not with any certainty ever#which is no different from anyone elses life really. but there is a certain agony to it#i dont know. i love kal. i dont have many memories yet of. well. but#id like to think he loves me. coming face to face with that however is... well why would he?#he is. well i feel anything i say wouldnt really encapsulate it to be honest i could worship that man and i mean that so sincerely#he... would not like it. but it isnt...... well hes a better man than me but not because i think hes flawless or anything#just. he tries so very hard. i didnt even have it in me to not murder someone despite how risky it was#for the best. and i wish id done it sooner still. but i do also think it says a good deal about my character in general#sorry again about this i hope everyone is well.#it is too bright out now honestly which is kind of funny. half comforting. half annoying. a small part... some other thing. weird i suppose#brain is. mm. partially shadesmar. partially... something else. stormy. near kal. tense but not necessarily in a danger way.#but something... stuck a bit maybe. not sure if it is a natural thing or more a. spren parent trap situation. for lack of any better terms.#cute and mildly obnoxious... hm. something to consider.
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bo0zey · 1 year
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my manager has kids:(😕 but i have a new resident doctor crush soooo;)😳
#i knew i didn’t stand a chance !!!!!#also i saw my first pediatric cardiac arrest today#i was okay during the code i was glad i could be helpful i just gave out flushes lol#they didn’t make it but i had a feeling that was gonna be the outcome cuz they were already in rigor mortis when they got to us#the doctor leading the code was the one i’ve recently started talking to more n he’s like rlly friendly w everyone#i wish i knew the difference between someone being nice to me and flirting w me lol#anyways he did really good leading the code as well as the other doctors doing their best n everyone else#he wanted to hold a debriefing w everyone afterwards but i stayed back to clean up the room so when mom say her baby it#wouldn’t be as traumatizing w all the blood snd gastric contents soaked towels and garbage EVERYWHERE#i wish they’d stopped the code sooner the doctor leading the code was the first to point out the baby was in rigor right at the beginning#but obviously cuz it’s a peds case they wanna do everything they can and he literally did EVERYTHING all the code meds u could possibly orde#this stupid lady next to me who had no idea what she was talking abt was like ‘wait i think i see something on the monitor’ n im like bitch?#the baby was literally PEA they’re in fcking rigor mortis stop trying to prolong this horribly aggressive mess just let it end peacefully#baby was asystole throughout the entire code..they couldn’t even intubate him cuz his jaw was clenched so tight#anyways right after everyone agreed w the leading doctor to end it the doc like put both hands on the bed and kinda#bowed his head but i saw the pained look on his face i hope he didn’t blame himself i mean he knew from the start the baby was in rigor and#he asked everyone to give the baby a moment at the end of the code#that’s when they were all gonna go debrief but i stayed behind#anyways my supervisors were asking me if i was ok n i was like yeah bc the baby looked so much more at peace when we readied the room formom#then later the leading code doctor found me and asked if i was okay and i said was fine..i felt better knowing he was already gone before#he got to the hospital and was in literal rigor mortis with a rectal temp of 94 deg F#but i didn’t want to seem too heartless bc i could tell the code had upset him and he was talking in a more quietly#concercdndd voice like he’s usually always loud and joking around like me so :( and the fact that he stopped to talk w me privately n was#genuinely wanting to know if i was okay made me ;-; cuz im not used to being comforted?? or having my emotions validated#i was like ‘yeah im fine now haha it might all hit me later when im driving home alone at the end of the shift lol’#n he gave me a pat on the shoulder n said i did a good job ;—;#ngl i always thought he was kinda cute but i only just started talking n working w him on pts tuesday n i think he likes me????#idk bc he’s friendly n easy to get along w everyone AS AM I but idk we talked 1-1 before n i got a Vibe 😳 from him#but anyways then i got home n had pasta n talked to my fam abt my day and told them i had my first peds cardiac arrest#then all of a sudden something in me switch??i felt myself stiffen n my eyes started watering so i went to my room n ended up crying 4 20min
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westernsunshine · 1 year
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Like, moving to a big city in September 2020 only to be locked in a house with 4 strangers and basically never see the light of day for nine months was 1) a terrible experience overall and 2) not a bad setup for a horror series of some sort, but also I am nostalgic for a few things from that time
#one of them obviously being minnie. i miss her every day and i hope she’s having a good time wherever she is now#i’m absolutely certain she’s found a different gang of hapless grad students to sit on and beg for tuna from. it’s what she excels at#second; smoking 🍃 on the front porch with my flatmates. or smoking out the attic window. honestly a quintessential grad school experience#third; the food. oh my god the food. the time i ordered bao buns and then got so high i forgot i ordered bao buns and then i remembered#my bao buns. i was so happy. i have never felt such a rush of love for any being as i did for myself in that moment#and the food was transcendent#fourth; grocery shopping was so good because the prices hadn’t gone up insanely yet and there was never anyone in the shop#fifth; movie nights with my flatmates. and watching random crap like classic who wants to be a millionaire and columbo and stuff#usually none of us were sober and one of us would order burgers#sixth; watching the across the street neighbours. there was this house of seven undergrads across from us; all lads; and they used to do#the weirdest shit. one time i spent a full ten minutes watching one of them take out the garbage and narrating everything he was doing#‘and here he is with more bottles… bottles again… jesus fucking christ how did they drink this much… rip to their liver… pizza boxes!#hey good for them for washing it down with something. ooh five black bin bags. intriguing’ but i swear to god it took Ages for him to take#it all out. i was like ‘i know there’s seven of them but how did they produce this much’#another time the one who had an afro despite being white and the one who was somewhat good looking had a dance party in their living room#while only wearing boxers. i was like ‘do they know we can see them?’ and the others were like ‘idk’ lol#idk where this is going. i was just thinking about it just now. i wouldn’t do all of that again honestly but i miss certain moments#and i hope everyone from that time who i’ve lost touch with is well. apart from sb. he can fuck off#personal
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