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mikminicule · 2 years
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Her face says it all.
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deathbypufferfish · 8 months
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Prom! Heartbreak! Break-ups! Friendship! :D
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mtg-cards-hourly · 2 months
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Wing Snare
"Argoth's doom rained from a clear sky. Yavimaya will not share that fate." —Multani, maro-sorcerer
Artist: Henry Van Der Linde TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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lindssaphire · 5 months
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hey new moot :D
favorite tig character?
HIIII :DD
ugh this is so hard buuuut probably jameson..? it’s so hard to pick one my top three are jameson avery and xander tho! thanks for asking :)
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countrymusiclover · 1 year
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Which one do you all want updated more out of these???
Daughter of Dino Legends (Owen x Sattler reader) Tag list @abaker74 @foundationsretail
A God Worthy Soulmate (Ken, Legacies) @queenieala
Texas Romance (Georgie Cooper, Young Sheldon) Tags - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita
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youngtambling · 11 months
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i've been stalling posting more mendel legacy bc my reshade was so on the fritz and for whatever reason i decided to roll with it but mwah the backlog continues with pregnant rose baking with amelia bc she was craving sweet things
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the-lazy-traveller · 4 months
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What do you think happened at those Career Districts?
How do they volunteer being in the life/death competition?
Do you think this is parallel in real life?
Thank you,
@curiousnonny
hey, @curiousnonny once again a very interesting question! thanks!
this one i think i have the shortest answer for!
I think life in the career districts is described pretty well in the books (not as much as life in 12, but not less than any other district). It was probably better than life in most districts just because they’re closer to the capitol and deal in more expensive/luxurious commodities than, say, coal. but overall it’s not that much better if it’s normal practice for people to volunteer to fight to the death.
But, I think for them it’s more about about bringing glory/pride to their family than it is about survival. Although, there are several instances where it seems like life in the career districts isn’t that great either and becoming a tribute and winning (or dying) is still better than the alternative.
All that being said, for me an obvious parallel to the real world is people joining the military (particularly in the US), especially people from military families, where they were almost raised in that culture. They are essentially doing the same thing that tributes in the career districts are doing- volunteering their life. It may not be a competition, but it’s also not “protecting their country” (now i don’t want to offend anyone here, but objectively speaking, the US military represents interests of the capitalist elite, it does absolutely nothing to protect the lives of regular american people).
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zimblrmlw7 · 2 years
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Oh you are NOT ruining Benecio’s marriage too, you homewrecking party crasher!
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twinterrors29 · 4 months
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The Lind-clone
Once upon a time, there was a Mand'alor named Jango who desperately wanted a son, but didn't have or want a partner.
One day he traveled alone to visit a strange old Jedi who lived alone in the woods of a neighboring county in order to ask for his wisdom on how he could acquire an heir of his own blood. The old Jedi listened to his problem, then offered him two seeds:
"The first," he said, "will give you a son to inherit your strength and determination, who will ruthlessly carry on your legacy.
"The second will give you a son to inherit your cunning and luck, who will ceaselessly carry on your line.
"But," he warned the king, "you must plant only one, because to plant two would be greedy, and bring a curse upon your line."
Jango returned to his castle with both seeds, pondering the decision of what he wanted his legacy to be. Eventually, he made his choice, and planted the seed of cunning in the field outside the city walls.
However, that night as he tried to sleep, he second guessed his decision, and snuck out to plant the second seed as well; after all, it always pays to have a backup plan, in case something goes wrong.
(Dooku had expected the Mandalorian to fall into this trap, and knew that the inevitable instability that decision would bring would serve the Sith's plans well.)
As the weeks passed, both seeds sprouted, growing so closely entwined that they resembled a single plant. Jango visited the field every day that summer, personally tending to the plant and checking its progress. As the days shortened, two smooth white pods budded and grew, each approaching the size of a pumpkin.
Finally, one morning, Jango was greeted by the sound of a baby crying as he approached the field, and he sprinted the last hundred meters to reach the plant and his promised heir.
One of the pods had split open in the night, revealing a human baby with his own dark curls, waiting for Jango to come and pick him up for the first time.
As he cradled his new son in his arms, he spoke to him:
"Ni kartayli gai sa'ad, Boba."
(As he turned toward his home, already planning how to introduce the newly-named prince to his household and ready to forget all about the plant and the old Jedi's warning, he failed to notice that the second pod had also split open in the night, leaving an empty husk swaying in the breeze...)
Years flew by, and Boba grew into a fine young man: proud and clever, and just like his buir in every way.
Once he passed his verd'goten at thirteen, Jango decided it was time to organize an alliance with the New Mandalorian faction from Kalevala. He and the Duchess Satine arranged a marriage between his son and her nephew, Korkie, to strengthen those ties to each other.
Neither acknowledged it publically, but both of their people would benefit from strengthening Boba and Korkie's claim to their respective inheritances, after how Satine's sister Bo-Katan got jealous of her sister and nephew's positions and ran off to join the Death Watch, a gang of bandits led by Jango's father's disgraced rival, Tor Vizsla. The Death Watch would use any excuse they could find to set her or Tor's son, Pre, upon either throne.
But with this agreement, worked out during Satine's visit to Jango's capitol city, Keldabe, they would strengthen both lineages, and ensure their people's security for another generation.
All that was left was for Boba to travel back to Kalevala with some of Satine's retinue to meet his riduur-to-be.
But before their party had traveled even half an hour down the road through the woods, they were waylaid by a large, serpentine creature, made of shadow and exposed bone.
The lightning-fast creature knocked the guards off their horses, which fled into the woods in terror, leaving their riders winded on the hard ground. With the outer defenses thus handily disarmed, the creature wasted no time in similarly unhorsing Boba and pinning him to the ground beneath its talons.
Then, with its face inches from Boba's, it spoke:
"A riduur for me before a riduur for thee."
Its message delivered, it released Boba and disappeared into the woods as swiftly as it appeared.
Once they got over the shock of the encounter, the party quickly retrieved their horses and hurried back to Keldabe to report what had happened.
Jango was concerned to see Boba returning so soon after he had left, but he grew even more alarmed when Boba described the creature and relayed its ultimatum.
He suddenly found himself recalling the old Jedi's warning, and the long-forgotten second pod on the plant that had given him Boba.
As he explained the story of his unnatural birth to his son, and with it his theory as to the cause of their current trouble, the boy nodded slowly.
"Does that make him my brother then?" he asked, curious.
"That thing is not your brother," Jango snapped.
Boba considered this, and nodded his acceptance.
"No," he agreed, "but based on its demand, it must think of itself as such."
With that realization, they knew they could only have one response to this situation. After all, the Death Watch were looking for any sign of weakness, and until this alliance was sealed with Boba's marriage, they couldn't afford to offer them any.
What they needed was to kill this creature before word of its presence could spread.
Two days later, they set out with a small party of guards, all equipped with their best arms and protected by their best armor. Once more, they only had to travel about half an hour into the woods before the creature appeared.
Prepared this time, they rebuffed its initial attack, and returned fire with a volley of arrows and spouts of burning oil. The creature was so fast, almost nothing seemed to hit it, and even those few arrows that reached it clattered fruitlessly off its bone armor. Boba swore that a few of his shots slotted into gaps between the stark white plates, but the bolts simply disappeared into the shadows beneath with no impact on the creature's speed. Even their fire splashed harmlessly off bone armor, and none of their grappling lines managed to make contact with the furious beast.
When its relentless attacks finally exhausted them all, it hissed the same demand as before: "A riduur for me before a riduur for thee," and once more released them, vanishing back into the shadows.
As they dragged themselves back into their keep, Jango and Boba were forced to accept that they had no choice but to agree with this ultimatum, or risk the alliance with the New Mandalorians falling apart. After carefully reassuring the Duchess of their ability to keep up their end of their treaty, the two of them struggled to think of an acceptable riduur for the creature.
They had no doubt that, believing itself to be the eldest son of the Mand'alor, the creature would require a political match, someone of their own standing. Of course, that rather left them stumped as to who they would be willing to sacrifice in this way, suspecting that whoever married it would be marching away sooner than later.
And then Boba had a realization.
"Dad," he said, "isn't the Commander of our Guard a bastard son of your second cousin? Do you think he might make a suitable match for our monster?"
Jango, pleased with his son's cleverness, looked into this Commander, a young man named Cody, who had even accompanied them on their ill-fated quest to kill the beast themselves. They were both even more pleased to note that he had a younger, legitimate brother who was also serving in their Guard, who could readily take up his role after his likely untimely demise.
"Good work, Boba," Jango praised, as they waited for the Commander to answer their summons.
A few minutes later, the Commander stepped into their chamber. As they explained their proposal to him, he turned white at the news of his planned betrothal to the creature, but held him tongue and kept his face neutral. Pleased with his composure and lack of argument, Jango urged him to consider his duty to his kingdom, even reminding him of his brother's suitability to step into his role (not specifying which role he meant, Guard Commander or sacrificial groom), and the man agreed to the betrothal. They dismissed him then, content to consider the matter satisfactorily settled.
(That night, after the conclusion of his duties, Cody fled to the rooms of his secret fiance, the Jedi monk assigned to support the Kalevalan delegation. Their affair, kept secret due to the requirement that the Jedi maintain neutrality in order to uphold their sacred duty, had been a source of comfort for him these past many months of negotiations amid the tension from the threat of Death Watch after Bo-Katan's defection.
After he finished relating what he'd agreed to, and admitted his fear at his looming presumed dark fate alone in the woods, Obi-Wan sat silent for a moment. Then, he reached out and laid his hand on the side of his beloved's face, and spoke:
"We have both known that our duties would likely pull us apart. But I do not intend to give up on you so easily, and I have hope for your survival, my love. I have heard the descriptions you and the other guards have given of this creature, and the nature of the curse is very familiar to me; it sounds very like to tales my own people tell of the Lindworm, and I believe those stories may hold the key to solving our current predicament...")
The morning of the riduurok, Cody dressed himself, carefully recalling Obi-Wan's whispered instructions.
Cody marched alone into the forest, seen off by the entire court. He didn't have far to go before he was beset by the lindworm.
"Have you come to marry me, little commander?"
"I have," Cody replied.
After the perfunctory exchange of vows, the lindworm smiled behind its bony mask.
"Take off your armor," it said, "and let me see my riduur."
"I'll take off my armor," Cody replied, "but only if you take off yours too."
The lindworm thought about this, and thinking that it really would be so much easier to eat this human if he was out of his armor, agreed to Cody's demand.
So the lindworm shed its bony plates, revealing more of the thick shadows underneath. Cody took off his shiny white armor, revealing the protective black undersuit underneath.
"Take off your undersuit," the lindworm demanded, "so that I can see who I have married."
"I'll take off my undersuit," Cody replied, "but only if you remove your shadows too."
The lindworm quickly agreed, eagerly shedding its shadows to show its white-and-blue flesh. Cody took off his kute as well, revealing a set of ordinary clothes underneath.
"Take off your clothes," the lindworm hissed, growing impatient with the delay, "so that I can see you."
"I'll take off my clothes," Cody replied, "but only if you take off yours as well."
As Cody removed his own clothing, the lindworm impatiently sheds its skin, revealing a confused naked human man. Cody couldn't help but notice that he bore an uncannily strong resemblance to Jango and Boba both.
"Come," Cody said immediately, remembering the last step in Obi-Wan's story, "now that we have taken off all our clothes, we should bathe in the river together to celebrate our marriage."
He carefully led the dazed-looking human down to the river, and, before he could react, dunked him in the cool, clean water.
The man came up spluttering, but far more lucid, and his shrewd eyes immediately locked with Cody's where he was standing, knee-deep in the running water.
There was a moment of silence, then the man started laughing.
"You've done well, riduur," he smirked approvingly. "That was quite the clever trick you played."
"Thank you, riduur," Cody bowed his head with his own smirk in return, "but it was not my idea alone."
The man followed Cody's gaze to where Obi-Wan was waiting for them with towels and fresh clothes, and snorted.
"What a team the two of you make," the man said. "Now, we should introduce ourselves."
"Naturally," the Jedi spoke up at last. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my fiancee, Cody."
"Well met. My father never named me," the man replied, "and has refused to acknowledge me. I have chosen to call myself Alpha the 17th."
"A bold choice," Cody acknowledged, reminded of the long line of Mand'alors named Alpha he was laying claim to, "and one that speaks of ambition. But one, I think, that suits you well."
"I should hope so," the newly-named Alpha responded. "I certainly haven't renounced my claim to the throne, and have every intention of fulfilling my birthright."
"And how do you intend to do that?" Obi-Wan asked cautiously.
"I don't know yet," Alpha acknowledged with a nod of his head, "but I was thinking that my two clever new partners might be of some help in coming up with a plan."
Cody and Obi-Wan shared a glance.
"You could root out the Death Watch, who would also contest your own claim to the throne," Obi-Wan suggested.
"And stopping those bandits from harassing the people will earn you their respect and gratitude, as well as spread knowledge of your existence," Cody offered.
"That," Alpha smiled, showing all his bone-white teeth, "seems like a good place to start then."
("Hold on," Cody asked the next morning, "How come you're fully grown, when Boba's only thirteen?"
"First, I'm the older brother ("I thought you were supposed to be twins-") and second, what part of 'born of magic' was inadequately clear?")
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also posted on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51530599/chapters/130237681
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lynzishell · 7 months
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emsvertigo · 10 months
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summary & genre — angst & slight nsfw. after the death of a gang member you take a moment to reflect in your tent. however with dutch standing so close you confide in him, which leads to a rare moment between the two of you. takes place in chapter 4 of rdr2.
warnings — touchy reader!!, canon typical violence mentioned, smoking, sensitive conversation topics, major character death.
character & pairing — dutch van der linde x fem!reader (red dead redemption 2. 2018)
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a/n — it’s finals season and i’m dying but i’m kinda obsessed with rdr2 rn cause i’m playing it for the first time (ahhh!!) i’m currently on the epilogue but i’m missing arthur’s story with the gang, especially dutch haha, so i decided to write this. obviously once again it is really self insert but i don’t care. if you’re reading this i love you and really hope you enjoy!
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From outside the tent, hearty singing could be heard, ringing out into the night breeze, a rare occasion for the camp as of late. The notes performed on guitar signified health and victory, however not everything that day brought had been pleasant. The death of a member of the gang had always been celebrated with memory and tales, yet the member who lay was not old enough to carry a lasting legacy. Sean’s death had been greatly overshadowed by the retrieval of Jack. Cheers echoed throughout the camp, yet there was a falseness to the smiles, which didn't quite reach the wearer's eyes.
Not that you didn't love Jack, of course, you did, just like every other member of the gang. His face lighting up with a smile was a blessing, and the only pain you wanted to witness him feel was a full stomach from eating too much. Of course, you wanted nothing but the best for the small child, but a young man had been killed only hours before. A young man that meant more to the gang than they dared realise.
You had passed Karen on your way to your tent, her head in her hand, beer beside her foot, swaying and swearing under her breath. You could never understand her pain, but you could understand the worry and apprehension of a loved one leaving for a mission. Someone who you adored so much that they were a piece of you, who could be taken in an instant. You had feared this moment would come to you, seeing as your lover was reckless, but never to someone as young and treasured as Sean.
You had tried to have a word with her and attempted to offer her comfort in her time of need, but she had shooed you away, drunkenly pointed to your tent, betrothed standing outside. She had slurred something about focusing on your problems and returned to the bottle.
It felt wrong to think of your own life and stupid measly controversies and bickering quarrels when Sean’s brains lay splattered across the ground in Rhodes. But he would have wanted your life to continue, and to think about the present and not the past. Although that didn't stop you from taking the time now to sit unattended, far from the party.
You played with your fingernails, chipping away at the red tint which matched Dutch’s waistcoat. Another way to establish your bond with him, to show that it was you that the infamous gang leader became soft and melted around. How a vicious man became putty in your hands a few years ago and every day since. Yet the days had drawn cold, and his stares distant, his kisses hurried and hasty. His voice always sang praise but never the words you wanted to hear, the poetry he had spoken years previous had turned sour.
With his back to you now, amber firelight illuminating his bloody maroon waistcoat, you observed the muscles in his arms tense as he surveyed the camp. A cigar was placed in his firm grip, blowing clouds of smoke into the air, his hat tilted to cover his eyes. His jaw was tight, small specs of stubble tracing his chin. The look of an elusive and feared leader. But you always could tell when your other half was tormented, and this was one of those times.
You let out a sigh. Just being able to be this close to a man that feared was enough to make you come undone, but his demeanour was not an invitation to show him affection. You believed him to be tired of you, and more interested in the youthful women within the camp. Not that you reprimanded them of course with their flowing hair and high-pitched laughs, any man would swoon at the sight of them. But Dutch? Dutch was your lover, and you couldn't bare to catch a glimpse of his eyes lingering on Mary Beth for a second longer. You wanted him to yearn for you again, to be satisfied with your touch.
But it appeared that he wasn't satisfied with anyone, not even those closest to him, since Blackwater.
“Dutch.” You called out to him, your breath was airy and welcoming. His shoulders tightened, and he took another long drag of his pipe, the amber light illuminating his face for a fleeting moment.
“Dutch.” You repeated, this time in a sing-song voice, trying to gather his attention. You wished to have him wrapped around your pinky yet again. But when he didn't respond and his position stayed intact, you decided to stand and make your way towards him.
You placed your hands over his back, running them up and around his neck, carefully tracing your fingertips along his throat. Dutch startled for a second, but calmed into your touch.
“Didn’t hear you comin’.” He whispered, turning his head towards you for a moment before returning his gaze to his family. He took a final drag of his cigar and dropped it, crushing it below his feet into the ground.
“I called but you didn't answer.” You smiled into his neck, holding him close to you. A gesture that used to be so frequent between you both, but had now become tiresome and unwanted. When Dutch remained silent, you spoke again - worry evident on your lips. “What’s on your mind?”
You noticed his eyebrows furl as he grimaced at his reflection. He sighed before replying, a pause between each statement. “Sean. Jack. John. Micah. Sometimes even Arthur and Hosea.”
As of late it wasn’t commonplace for Dutch to confide in you, and as you smelled the alcohol on his tongue you understood how much he needed comfort.
“I can’t stop thinking about Sean.” You sighed, nuzzling your cheek further into the crevis between his jaw and shoulder. “I know I didn't see it, but I keep picturing him laying there.”
“I know,” Dutch replied, an uneasy tone across his lips, “I feel as though I’m responsible for his death.”
You retreated from his shoulder at this remark. How could his mind twist his goals into acts of brutality? He had always been a good man, and you understood that more than anyone.
“Dutch..” You gently grasped his hands in yours, pulling him closer to you. “Don’t blame yourself for something you weren't there to prevent.”
His head dipped, hat sliding down his forehead as he did. You reached one hand up to grasp the hem of his hat and removed it from his head, dropping it to the side of your leg. The same hand then arose to cup the side of his face, running fingertips across his jaw. Your fingers danced into his sideburns and fiddled with the short hair growing there.
“This whole gang is fallin’ apart,” He paused, soaking in the emotion in your eyes. “Nobody has any goddamn faith anymore!” He spoke.
The silence that followed that statement was only heard by you, blood pumping in your ears as you thought back to every time you had been by Dutch’s side. How long you had been with him, and how much you had been through.
“Except for me.”
He lingered, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “Yes. Except for you.”
Moments like this were so hard to come by. Dutch had been so occupied recently, going out scoring for the gang, all the while his conscience was plaguing him with ideologies and problems. Problems that were causing him to completely forget his old, loving, self. Beats like this one had to be shared with complete tranquillity. It didn't matter that Dutch had been eyeing other women, the only woman he could have at any moment was you, and sometimes you wished he would take advantage of that gift.
“I’m here for you, Dutch.” You whispered, his hands coming to find your hips and walking you back into the tent. “I'll always be by your side.”
“I know.” His reply solidified his tough exterior, but you knew that it meant a hell of a lot more to him that you had vocalised your trust in him, and the faith he so desperately clung to. “Just as I am to you, my sweet.”
The saccharine words dripping from his tongue sent you spiralling, but you knew of his silver tongue personality and understood he would use it to get whatever he wanted. He used it with the men, so why wouldn’t he use it to make your brain melt away? But as compliments fell from his mouth, you allowed yourself to be caught like a fish into his lure.
The music playing outside seemed to fade away, muffled by the intense stare Dutch was delivering. His eyelids were slightly heavy from the drink, and in close proximity, you saw his eyelashes flutter. One of his hands trapped yours in a gentle clutch, rubbing circles over the skin there. Your hand cupped his face, sliding your thumb against the stubble. You had hoped to discuss the issue surrounding his loyalty to you, but with his breath fanning your face with hot air you couldn't bare to let the moment disappear.
“Don’t worry, Dutch.” You exhaled, lips almost locking with your own. “You always think of something.”
Dutch reached his hand up from your hip and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His golden rings brushed against your cheek, which sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Looking back down at you he confessed;
“Right now I can’t think of anything but you.”
A small smile formed on your face as he leaned forwards and connected your lips in a tender kiss. A sigh escaped his lips as you drew your other hand up to cup the opposite cheek and tug him closer to you, closing your eyes as his chest met yours. His arms snaked slowly around your waist, placing themselves flat on the small of your back, cupping the material that sat there. The hair from his moustache tickled your upper lip and left you smiling into the kiss. His lips danced carefully around yours, making sure to keep the steady tempo of hearts melting into one. The souls of two individuals becoming a singular feeling.
Dutch dipped his tongue into your mouth, running his way along your bottom lip and encouraging your mouth to open and invite him inside. A small groan escaped his lips as the kiss became more heated, his hands lowering to grab at the bottom of your ass. The taste of smoke and whiskey was overwhelming in your throat as his tongue traced your teeth, and both your breaths met in the slim space between your starving bodies.
Dutch mumbled your name across your mouth, a noise that created a large arousal in you. Your hands reached down and glided slowly along the front of his waistcoat and down his chest. Your lips then disconnected when your hands found his gun belt, tugging at the rough leather found there. The buckle under your fingers, cool against your skin as his golden chains bounced onto your knuckles. His forehead connected with yours, breath tumbling from his lips.
“Darlin’...” He groaned, bucking his hips as your hand fell further onto his clothed crotch, feeling him beneath your touch. You spoke his name like a prayer, running over his lips with furious kisses. Your shawl fell to the ground, as his hands moved around your neck, your hand still pressing further into his most sensitive spot.
A moan escaped your lips as he jerked his hips forward, melting into your touch, pleading that you please him and rid him of this dreadful tension building up underneath our palm.
Suddenly there was a shout at the mouth of the tent and a wolf whistle to accompany it. Breaking your intimate moment, your cheeks burned red and Dutch turned to the entrance to confront the intruder, panting hard.
“Look at you!” The voice shouted, words slurred into one another, the stench of alcohol flowing through the air. You'd recognise that disgusting drawl anywhere. Micah. You could've cursed Dutch for allowing him to join the gang, let alone wasting this private moment.
Dutch shot Micah a glare and turned his body to cover you, flashing the silver pistol in its holster towards Micah. A loud and clear threat of death if Micah was not going to leave. But at this display of powerful rage, he backed off, grasping the bottle in his hand and throwing it into the swamp.
Dutch kicked a tent pole which caused the entrance of your makeshift home to close, excluding the rest of the world from your sanctuary. Another firm non-verbal to Micah, or anyone else in the gang, that you were his and no one could disturb you.
Dutch’s mouth was soon at your ear, tickling your skin with his moustache once again.
“Now, where were we?” He cooed, bringing your attention back to him. He placed one hand on either side of your hips and walked you back into the tent, seating you on the edge of your cot.
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mikminicule · 2 years
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Say hi to Robert Cook (not related to the other Cooks that the Linds have a fued with), he’s Sammy’s boyfriend.
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deathbypufferfish · 8 months
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Didn't I do it for you? Why don't I do it for you? Why won't you do it for me? When all I do is for you?
Marinella and Delilah spent the night together for the first time, but when Marinella woke in the morning, she was nowhere to be found.
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brokehorrorfan · 5 months
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Pet Sematary: Bloodlines will be released on Digital on December 5 and on 4K Ultra HD, Blu-ray, and DVD on December 19 via Paramount. The 2023 prequel to Stephen King's Pet Sematary is currently streaming exclusively on Paramount+.
Lindsey Anderson Beer directs from a script she co-wrote with Jeff Buhler (Pet Sematary, The Midnight Meat Train). Jackson White, Forrest Goodluck, Jack Mulhern, Henry Thomas, Natalie Alyn Lind, Isabella Star LaBlanc, Samantha Mathis, Pam Grier, and David Duchovny star.
Nearly an hour of special features, listed below, are included.
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Fresh Blood - Watch as new talent embraces the Pet Sematary legacy
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In 1969, a young Jud Crandall is set to leave his hometown of Ludlow, Maine in search of his life’s purpose. Before he makes it out, however, Jud and his childhood friends encounter an ancient evil that has gripped Ludlow since its founding.
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abi-sail · 11 months
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Van der Linde Gang Favourite Video Games
Arthur: Farming Simulator
John: Sesame Street Once Upon A Monster (Xbox 360 Kinect)
Mary-Beth: 100 Classic Books Collection (DS)
Jack: Raid Shadow Legends
Micah: Orc Massage
Bill: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator
Javier: Call Of Juarez
Dutch: The Stanley Parable
Karen: GTA V
Sean: SpongeBob Squarepants: Battle For Bikini Bottom
Strauss: Donald Trump’s Real Estate Tycoon
Hosea: Pac-Man
Pearson: Cooking Mama
Tilly: Hogwarts Legacy
Charles: Birding Simulator
Sadie: Manhunt 2
Grimshaw: House Flipper
Lenny: Jackbox Party Pack
Uncle: Goat Simulator
Swanson: The Bible Game
Kieran: Star Stable 
Abigail: The Sims 2 (pronounced see-yums ofc)
Molly: MovieStar Planet
Trelawny: Wallace and Gromit’s Grand Adventures
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countrymusiclover · 1 year
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9 - I Prefer Plan A
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Part 10
A God Worthy Soulmate
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"Lizzie!" I shouted spinning on my feet facing the blonde heretic. "We...he's...he's not who we think he is.."
"Don't tell me you've fallen for him " Lizzie signed in disbelief at my words a few seconds ago.
"Of course not, I'm just saying perhaps we are wrong about him " I said, throwing my hands away from my sides hoping that I am not blushing red.
"Clarisse, are you really that clueless? " a voice said behind her causing me to tilt my head over her shoulder seeing Hope standing behind her.
"He's obviously using you to get to me, I mean he wants me dead to reclaim the title of the most powerful species in the world, " Hope scoffed shaking her head at me
I attempted to defend myself to the Tribrid hearing my breath shaking a little. "You don't know that..."
Hope stomped down the steps standing in front of me in the exact spot where Ken tried to kill all three of us not so long ago. She throws her hands up in the air, annoyance in her tone. "He came here to kill us unless his daughter turned herself in. He wants to kill me all because he needs to keep his title of being the most powerful. From what I've seen I don't think he trusts anyone. He just wants to control people and as your friend I don't want him to break your heart."
"Hope, that's not going to happen. I know how to guard my heart just like you did until you met Landon. If anyone can understand that I thought it would be you." I barked back regretting my words the second I said it.
Her eyes flashed the golden wolf color and I saw some tears in hers when mentioning Landon's name. "I do understand, Clarisse. It's just - we need to talk this over with the squad." She turned on her heels heading back inside reluctantly Lizzie and I followed after her.
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Later on, I was currently in the library with Lizzie, Hope along with Dr. Saltzman and the super squad discussing the latest events that had happened.
" Wait, let me get this straight, Clarisse here is mated to Ken and now we're suppously should take his word that he's not going to attack our school again, it's obviously a trap " Kaleb said.
" Gods aren't capable of love anyway, I mean from my recent visions of the gods they're not exactly known as being gentle and kind " Cleo added.
" You don't even know him, " I said, staring at Cleo.
" You don't either Clari and you're obviously falling for him his charms it's a trick, he's the god of death, destruction, arsenal and everything else in between " Hope exclaimed.
" I'm not " I barked back, getting frustrated that they think that about me.
" Maybe, this isn't a bad thing after all... I mean we can use this to our advantage " MG spoke up.
" Yeah, Clarisse, you can lure him and we can finish him off once and for all, " Kaleb added.
Whipping my head around I scoffed at the plan and felt anger rise in my eyes, " No, I won't let you guys hurt him "
" Why are you defending him Clari, he's a bad dude.... he and Ben tried to kill us all and now you want to protect him " Kaleb scoffed.
" He really has brainwashed you alright, " Kaleb added, making me clutch my hands into fists at my side, accidentally breaking some of the lights on the ceiling.
" Clarisse, just calm down okay " Lizzie said in a calming tone since I was clearly angry.
" No, I won't not.... I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm a traitor I'm not " I yelled.
" It doesn't look that way to us Clarisse " Hope commented.
" Clarisse, I think it would be best for you to stay away from him for a while, perhaps I can ask Caroline if you can stay with her in Europe for a while ." Dr. Saltzman suggested to me, I slumped my shoulders, not finding another way around this. But it wasn't like he wouldn't find me thanks to the soulmate bond.
" Alright, a guess a trip to Europe won't be so bad, '' I said.
" Lizzie will accompany you to keep an eye on you just in case you feel the need to try to reach out to him " Dr. Saltzman added.
" Hey, I may be sexual attracted to him but I'm not in that deep " I blurted out flashing my hybrid eyes in his direction.
Lizzie grabbed my hand dragging me back towards our room to go pack for the trip. Shoving one hand into the jacket I was wearing over the dress I felt something. Almost like it was the necklace or key thing back in my grasp.
Once we made it back to our room, Lizzie instantly grabbed two suitcases from the closet and lay them on the bed, she immediately began to pack. "I finally get to see mom and Josie again after so long, " Lizzie exclaimed happily.
" Liz, are you sure it's okay if I accompany you? I mean I don't want to intrude.... I mean I could always find somewhere else to stay for the time being " I asked.
" Clari, you're a part of our family, of course I don't mind besides at least now we can go shopping together down the streets of Europe together which I've always wanted to do " Lizzie answered.
" Yeah " I smiled.
I continued to twirl around with my necklace and for some reason began to feel my heart clutch, something in me told me it was wrong. Regardless I knew if Ken wanted to see me...he would find me no matter where I was.
Ken's POV
At the warehouse my daughter was eating more burritos when I came out of my room eyeing her. "The friends of my mate are getting on my nerves, daughter."
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Jen asked, her mouth full of food.
Hitting my hands on the table in front of my daughter and growled. "I need to teach them a lesson!"
" I won't recommend it dad, you'll lose Clarissa for good if you do anything to her friends " Jen said.
Rolling my eyes at my daughter I wasn't in the mood for this. I needed to see her again and it hadn't been that long since the date. "They are trying to keep us apart. What exactly would you suggest I do, daughter?"
" Maybe, you should stay away from her a bit until you cool down.... you may say the wrong thing to her or possibly hurt her
Glaring at her it was ridiculous to think that I would do that. "If I wished to hurt her I would have already slept with her without her wishes being met."
"That's my advice, dad. Take it or leave it." She replied, going back to eating her food.
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