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My mains main gear sets. I think they all match very well.
#rant#the dapples outfit is for both vanilla and nouveau cause eh#kind of very proud of the flingza outfit it fits so well ❤#splat gear
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leaving my dark damp sunless work and stepping right into the beautiful 6am sunrise.....no greater feeling
#like stepping out of a dark movietheater into broad daylight but better#actually driving home is not as fun bc i always forget to turn my defrosters on but what ever ❤ mario kart ink splat moment in real life
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Hi, LOVE ❤ , I have a very " perverted " request and maybe you will hate me for that so, s/o has big boobs which turns out to be LACTATED, s/o also really likes suckling slashers through her big boobs and maybe more 😏. Sometimes milk will suddenly come out of her breasts, and the way to stop it is by sucking the milk until it runs out . S/o also really likes to breastfeed them while having sex.
You don't have to do this request if you don't feel comfortable, I know I'm a disgusting person and you deserve to judge me.
Btw, don't forget to take care of your health and always drink lots of water. Your blog is so perfect 💖💖💖
Don't feel disgusted or worthy of judgement - we all have our kinks and I assure you, most of us have dreamt up way worse shit - I know I have lol
WARNINGS: 🚨MINORS DNI🚨 / 🚨NSFW🚨 / BREEDING KINK / LACTATION KINK / MOMMY KINK / HUCOW KINK
Slashers x Fem Reader
Feat. Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis & Brahms Heelshire
🍼SLASHERS WITH A LACTATING S/O🥛
THOMAS HEWITT
Feels guilty every time when he looks at your swollen belly and gets hard
He just can't help himself
Just knowing that he put that baby in your belly drives him wild with lust
But when he notices your heavy, swollen breasts start leaking through your thin sundress, he just about dies internally
You notice his intense staring but act like you can't tell that he's doing it
Inside you're smirking
When the two of you sit together or lie down next to one another, he rests his head on your bountiful chest - his fingers flexing, just itching to squeeze
Has dirty Hucow fantasies about you being caged in the barn, restrained and milked by him - either using his hands, mouth or milking machine
Little did he know that you too had those fantasies
Not soon after when both of you could no longer contain yourselves, you find yourself in the very situation you both have fantasized about
🚨 hucow kink below🚨
You're naked and bent behind the feeding cage used for the three cows the Hewitt's keep. Your head is lodged through the bars where the cows' heads normally stick through and your wrists are tied to rope firmly knotted around two wooden columns on either side of the cage
Thomas is pounding away behind you into your sopping swollen pussy
His hands are squeezing your large, heavy breasts while two breast pumps normally used for livestock are milking your deliciously aching, puffy nipples for all they're worth
You're pretty glad the rest of the Hewitt's are out on the town otherwise they'd be hearing your loud and obscene moaning and screaming
Thomas's lust is overflowing
Never would he have imagined to ever be indulging in one of his oldest and biggest fantasies
The tears are streaming down your flushed cheeks
Your engorged nipples are overstimulated - the pumps ruthless
The pleasure-pain causes your swollen clit to pulsate and your slippery hole clench tightly around Tommy's girthy cock
Thomas grunts as he feels your pussy clench around him, the hold on your breasts tightening - helping the milk escape your body even more
Eventually you feel the white-hot heat shoot down to your core and your wail out your mammoth of an orgasm - you feel the liquid gush around Tommy's cock and splat onto the hay strewn ground
Tommy's movements become erratic, his pounding even more jarring before he lets out a low throaty moan and spills his thick white ropes of cum inside your quivering used cunt
He pulls out of you with an obscene squelch and even more fluid drops to the ground. He admires the sight of your loosened, leaking, swollen pussy before he steps around you and turns the milking machine off
You smile lazily up at him - face flushed, weary and satisfied
He looks down at you with adoration in those sparkling grey orbs of his
He gently removes the pumps from your aching breasts with a pop - your hefty breasts jiggling from the action
You giggle before gasping as small streams of milky white liquid shoot from your raw, enlarged nipples
Thomas licks his lips and gets on his knees in front of you before cupping your breasts and gently taking a sensitive nipple into his warm, eager mouth
He moans as feels the warm white liquid squirt onto his tongue and down his throat
The taste is intoxicating and he'll be sad when you will eventually stop lactating
But until then, he plans on milking you for all you're worth
BILLY LOOMIS
You're lying on your bed - exhausted after a long, hot day.
Its not easy being a pregnant college student.
Just as your eyes flutter closed you hear a rustling of your curtains by your bedroom's open window.
One eye opens and you spy your boyfriend Billy, who you've been dating since you were both 16, hop into your bedroom.
He smiles warmly at you before crawling onto the double bed and cuddling up next you.
He places his scarred hand atop your swollen belly and kisses into your neck and onto your cheek. You both discuss your day and chat a bit about the latest horror films that have come out before his hands start roaming your body and his groin slowly starts rutting against your thigh.
You smirk and seek out his lips for a slow, sensual kiss. Billy moans into the kiss while his hand massages and squeezes your large, milk-heavy breasts.
Since you started lactating, he couldn't get enough of your breasts nor your leaky puffy nipples.
Whether you two were in the movie theatres, his car, on campus or almost anywhere really, his hand would seek your breasts out and he'd beg to suckle. It almost seemed a need for him, somewhat even deeper than a kink.
Billy starts to eagerly unbutton your nightgown and stops when he reaches your hips. You know what he wants and you're happy to oblige.
"Wanna fuck your tits, baby" he whisper groans into your ear. The sound of his wanton voice sends a thrill to your core and you shiver with a nod.
He quickly unbuckles his belt and unzips his black jeans before releasing himself from his silky burgundy boxers.
Billy is rock hard. Pre-cum oozes from the tip of his blushing cock and drips down onto the bed, leaving a string of the clear goo from bed sheets to tip.
He moves to sit on his knees before gently grabbing your heavy orbs and gives them a firm squeeze - watching in awe and growing desire as small streams of milky liquid shoot out from your puffy nipples.
You sigh and groan as Billy leans down and takes one of your engorged nipples into his mouth - his teeth gently scraping against the fleshy peaks. He moans as the taste of your milk washes over his tongue - the vibrations from his throat sending sparks of thrilling electricity to your nipples and clit.
After having his fill (for now) he removes his lips from your swollen nipple and leans forward to give you a deep, passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and your cunt moistens even more.
"You ready baby?" Billy asks as he pulls away from the kiss and takes his cock into his hand.
You nod, eager to have him thrust between your sizeable breasts before eventually taking his hot load into your waiting mouth.
Billy positions himself over your torso, mindful of your belly. He takes hold of your large fleshy mounds while sliding his weeping cock between them as he pushes them firmly together, milk streaming out of your tits like a fountain.
Billy moans at the sight of you beneath him and at the feeling of your massive tits milking his throbbing cock for all its worth.
He sets a steady pace all the while praising you and your milkers.
"Do my tits squeezing the cum out of your cock feel good, babe?" you ask wantonly through your lashes at Billy.
Billy hisses at a particularly sensitive thrust before slowly nodding at you. Your boyfriend's head looks up at the ceiling, his eyes half lidded, mouth slightly agape - he is totally lost in the moment, in the euphoria.
You can see the haze of pleasure and desire swirling within his chocolate orbs.
Eventually his moans become louder, whinier even and his grip on your breasts clutch even harder. You whimper at the force of his fingers but it only gets you wetter. His thrusts become faster, more uneven before he eventually makes eye contact with you. His lust possessed face sending a white-hot pulse to your core.
"Babe... I'm gonn-" Billy groans loudly before he can finish his sentence as hot strings of thick cum shoot into your open mouth, some tendrils miss and hit your chin and throat.
You swallow his warm seed as his thrusts slow down before coming to a steady halt. His breathing is laboured and adoration shines through his gaze at you.
Taking his index finger he gently scoops up the cum that missed your mouth and places it on your tongue which you had stuck out for him. You swallow and open your mouth again showing him that you have taken all of him.
Billy hums in approval and leans in for a kiss. He loved kissing you after he cummed into your mouth - the taste of himself on your wet tongue drove him wild.
"That was perfect, baby. Thank you" Billy praises you as he gently massages your swollen breasts. "Now, how about I return the favour?" he asks as he runs his index finger up the seam of your slick cunt.
You lick your lips and nod in anticipation while Billy moves down between your legs.
This night was only going to get better.
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE
Brahms can be petulant and difficult to interact with at times
Like this past week when the scheduled daily maid had called in sick, leaving you to tidy up the huge mansion for the few days that she had taken off
You had asked him to help you with some dusting and wiping of surfaces with a cloth
He refused of course. Whining that he didn't want to
After having a stressful week yourself with not so good news from family and being more tired than usual thanks to your pregnancy you lost your temper and scolded Brahms
You practically tore him a new one
He sulked and sobbed behind the walls for the rest of the day
You felt guilty the moment the harsh and uncalled for words left your mouth
Yes he needed to be taken to task for his less than co-operative behaviour but you didn't need to do so in such a snappish and cruel manner
You decided to make it up to him
You made his favourite meal and dessert and left it in little Brahms's bedroom, knowing Brahms wouldn't want to eat dinner with you that night after your scolding
After dinner you took a warm shower and put on the lotion Brahms thought smelled the best - vanilla fudge
You wrapped yourself in nothing but your satin mauve bathrobe and stepped into your bedroom and sat at the edge of your bed
You hoped he would accept your apology and how you planned on making it up to him
"Brahmsy... I know I was pretty harsh earlier and most definitely shouldn't have said what I said or the tone I used"
You heard a slight shuffling behind your wall close to the massive old wardrobe in the bedroom
Good. He was listening and you weren't making a fool of yourself speaking to thin air
"I just want to apologize Brahmsy. I'm very sorry, could you please forgive me, sweet boy?"
As you spoke the last word you gently untied the string of your bathrobe and let it drop down your shoulders, revealing your naked form for the voyeur behind the walls and especially your heavy milk laden breasts
"Can I make it up to you Brahmsy?" you asked in a sweet voice as you ran your hands over your breasts
You heard the scuffing of boots behind the wall and then the clicking of a switch before the back of the grand old wardrobe's back panel opened and Brahms came out through your hung clothing
You smirked and sat back
Brahms slowly stepped towards you, chest heaving and eyes laser focused on your own chest
You scooted back on the bed and sat against the headboard then patted your lap
Brahms pulled his cardigan off and dropped in the armchair near by your nightstand and slowly crawled onto the bed and settled in your lap, his arm across the back of your shoulders and the other rested against his thigh
"Let me make it up to you sweet boy, can I do that?"
Brahms nodded so quickly he nearly got whiplash
You giggled and motioned for him to get more comfortable in your lap
With his mask off and on your nightstand your took one large breast into your hand and held it up
Brahms wasted no time in latching his lips around your puffy, leaky nipple and began suckling
You sighed in pleasure at the sensation before settling against the headboard more comfortable
As Brahms whimpered and moan and kneaded your other breast, you unzipped his trousers and pulled his throbbing, rock hard member free
You began to lazily pump him as you murmured praised and apologies in his mop of dark hair
Brahms's sounds of pleasure vibrated blissfully against your tender nipple and your squeezed your thighs together as the sensation shot right down to your pulsing clit
As you pumped him more firmly he suckled more deeply drawing a throaty moan from you
At this Brahms looked up at you, his eye swimming with satisfaction
You run your nails against his scalp and he sighs contentedly
"Does I taste good Brahmsy?"
Brahms nods and tweaks your other leaking nipple
Eventually he starts rutting into your hand and and you stroke him firmer and faster
His moans sending more and more vibrations through your nipple down to your heated core
Brahms's other hand leaves your nipple and instead finds your aching clit where he starts to rub firm circles against it
You groan at the pleasure your body is experiencing before both of you explode in a torrent white-hot ecstasy
Brahms removed his mouth from your nipple and gently lays his head on your chest before closing his eyes
"Brahmsy forgives you y/n"
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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [End]
Heya! Guess who's officially done with Yoru? That's right, this gal!
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go binge watch Iso's trailer again as a rewar– I mean, to get a feel for his personality, if you catch my drift hehe
Catch you next week! And this time I won't be late!!
❤ฺ·。
Yoru x F! Reader
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6
Genre: Fluff, some angst
TW: Detailed violence
Words: 6k
Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you.
And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.
。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·
To say today had a good start would be a vast understatement.
You woke up feeling untouchable, as if even a bullet wouldn’t be able to take away the triumphant aura you exuded around everyone on your way to responsibly prepare for the mission.
You were smiling ear to ear in the training range; gunning down bots like a particularly happy paperboy delivering the newspapers.
Neon definitely felt that something was off. But it wasn’t the fact that you weren’t an anxiety-ridden mess, no. What concerned her was how good your aim was, and especially how calm you were with how you wielded your weapon.
It was contagious.
She stood next to you and crossed her arms, speaking loudly to counteract how deafening the shots were.
“Someone’s happy today.”
You shrugged and continued shooting.
“It’s just a good day, you know? Clear weather, chill vibes and everything.”
Neon raised an eyebrow.
With the upcoming mission, she herself was prepared to reassure you on how things would go as smoothly as they did last time. But this?
This attitude was as natural as catching sight of a flying pig.
“Alright, lay it all out, A/N. You were gone all day yesterday.”
She forced a blush out of you with just those words, and prompted you to stop shooting for a moment.
There was no reason for you not to tell her. Well, except for one…
“It’s not like you’d believe me.”
“Don’t be like that, when have I ever doubted you?”
She said with one hand on your shoulder, completely confident in her words. And you could make an entire list in response to that.
A sigh escaped you before you finally managed to meet her gaze.
“Fine. I may or may not have gone out with Yoru yesterday.”
Neon paused for a moment. Then, she snickered, as if you told her you’d won the lottery.
“Be honest. I’ll be impressed with whatever it really is.”
“I’m not joking, Neon!”
“No way, Yoru doesn’t go out with people two consecutive days in a row, I tried!”
Sounds like something she’d do, alright.
Just as you went to throw a snarky response at her, you jumped once she gasped in the most diva way possible and forcefully tilted your Bulldog upwards.
There, she saw it.
“What is this?”
Neon called out as if she spotted a bomb. In fact, she scared you, until you realised she was pointing at your prized gift from the day before.
She tilted the gun to get a better angle and held the omamori in her hand to make sure it was what she thought it was.
“There’s no way– is that from Yoru?!”
You flushed and pulled it away, swiftly turning on the safety considering how stupid of a move this was.
“I told you, dummy!”
“I didn’t think– did he give that to you or did you sneak into a shrine? There’s no way you got that, right?”
You allowed her to take your gun to inspect it. And with just a few touches, she confirmed that it was an omamori only he’d get.
“I’m serious, he gave it to me!”
“How?! I've known him for months and I can barely get a text back sometimes!”
Which is why you couldn’t wait until the mission to finally not have something go wrong for once.
Nevertheless, you innocently shrugged and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear in the most smug manner possible.
“Oh, well, you know. I guess some of us are naturally irresistible.”
“What-ever.”
Neon crossed her arms and pouted for a moment. But then, she met your gaze with a devious glimmer in her eyes once a brand new idea popped up.
Uh oh.
“Sooo… did he cook you something this morning? Anything delicious for breakfast?”
“I woke up late.”
She clicked her tongue, before getting back to the main task at hand.
“Okay fine. When he does, which he will, you wouldn’t mind, you know… sneaking some for your best friend, right?”
You couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped you.
Of course Neon would request something preposterous like this. Why wouldn’t she?
“Ease up, Neon. Too early. We’re still just friends, remember?”
“We’re almost a month in and you still don’t know how Yoru’s world works? If he feeds you, he’s basically proposing!”
You definitely knew, but you weren’t about to admit that.
She began shooting with your Bulldog as each of you spoke, almost as if to emphasise the fact you had an omamori tied to the gun.
“That’s a reach.”
“Why’s that? It’s not like you’d say no if he does.”
“Pshh. As if you know that.”
Neon tossed your Bulldog back to you, before grabbing your wrist and forcing you to get a good look at the roots.
Only now did you notice how organised and easy-to-digest they were, as if they were sets upon sets of cables that unwrapped from each other.
No wonder why it felt like your arm was easier to have.
“This wasn’t here before!”
Your eyes widened as you took the sight in. And for once, it looked organised.
“Wait– when the hell did this happen?”
“You didn’t notice this?!”
You flushed and pulled away as Neon laughed. But since you were a simple tee, you couldn’t really cover up your arm.
Before she could somehow sneak in one more snarky remark about how unfocused you were, the door to the training range loudly slid open and caught both of your attention. Your eyes promptly darted to the entrance.
The strong light from behind shone upon a silhouette that took you a moment to recognise.
But if the imposingly tall stature didn’t help with that, his voice surely did.
“Excusez-moi, not to interrupt a pleasant conversation, but we have to leave.”
<Excuse me,>
Chamber called out, earning a sneer from Neon. One that you unfortunately didn’t see.
“Leave? Wait, what time is it?”
“One.”
Your eyes widened.
“Crap. Okay, talk later Neon! Don’t forget to wait for me until I’m back!”
You quickly reloaded your Bulldog and rushed towards him. Neon excitedly waved as you moved through the doorway with the same grin on her face.
“I’ll be waiting, break a leg out there!”
She said, earning a nod before you disappeared down the hallways.
With Yoru’s omamori in hand, you thought, you hoped it wouldn’t be your leg that would break.
You moved down the halls with Chamber by your side, inspecting your weapon one final time.
“Man, time flew by so fast. It feels like I haven’t even trained. Also, am I late?”
Chamber chuckled, his polite laughter echoing through the hall just as much as the clicks of his dress shoes did.
You couldn't tell whether or not he was mad. But from the looks of things, he seemed... unamused.
“Late enough for Brimstone to send me to get you. Was your phone off, by any chance?”
Uh oh.Your face turned red. And immediately, you began fiddling with your bracelet.
Crap, he mentioned your phone; did they send you a bunch of messages that you didn't see?!
“Oh, sorry. I– I left my phone back in my room…” You awkwardly smiled, feeling a bit more embarrassed. “I’m making a terrible first impression on you, huh? Sorry about that…”
“No need for an apology, A/N. I completely understand. It must be exciting, non? Your first mission with a team.”
Chamber noted with a smile as he fixed his tie.
“Ah, to be young, innocent, and on my first mission again.”
You couldn't help but smile.
His voice was calm. Just the stagnant tone of it could put you to sleep if he just spoke long enough.
With everything else, there's no way he wasn’t one of the higher-ups, right?
“So you’re Chamber, right? I heard you’re an expert. Does that mean they’ll bring you on the other side?”
He shrugged and put both hands behind his back as he walked.
“That is a contingency I cannot predict. Personally, I would hope otherwise.”
“Why not? Fighting yourself sounds like fun. Speaking of, now I’m curious about how you are on the field.”
“I admire your optimism. That being said, if I were you, A/N, I would stay far, far away from my double.”
You paused to process what he said.
What did he mean by that? But just as you formed an answer to that question, Chamber stopped in his tracks, and only now did you notice that you had finally arrived at your destination.
You stopped as well once you made your way through the doorway. It felt like the voices of your colleagues were drowned out during the conversation, for some reason.
“Ah, here we are. Now, as I was saying, keep that attitude up, and I guarantee nothing less than an excellent performance from you.”
He said with the same smile he had the entire conversation.
“Best of luck to you.”
And with that, Chamber took his leave and left you with your thoughts like nothing happened.
“Thanks…”
You mumbled, before quickly looking around in order to distract yourself from what he just said. Luckily for you, however, you spotted Omen in the far right corner of the area, both his arms crossed as he listened to Sage ramble on about something.
Quickly, you made your way towards them.
❤ฺ·。
The place you've arrived at looked vastly different from the pictures you'd seen beforehand. But, to be fair, you looked at it for a picosecond before leaving for more, ahem, 'important' matters.
Once the aircraft landed, you stepped out with the rest and prepared yourself for the sand that might enter your eyes, recalling which site you were supposed to be in.
But before any of you could actually move to where you needed to be, you immediately found Brimstone standing in front of all of you.
"Alright, let's get one thing out of the way. How many of you read the brief?"
You proudly lifted your hand.
"I did!"
"Me too."
Yoru chimed in, and the both of you earned a nod before he turned to look at Omen and...
"Phoenix, buddy, you're coming with me."
The Englishman’s eyes widened.
"Woah woah, why me? Why would you assume I haven't read it?"
"Have you?"
Brim asked with a raise of his brow, and Phoenix quickly let out an awkward chuckle whilst he scratched his head.
Omen, unlike the two of you, minded his own business and proceeded to walk to his designated site.
"Well, I didn't read read it, but I skimmed over it. Still counts, right?"
Brim walked off to A site right behind Omen, and Phoenix promptly followed behind.
"That's still more progress than last time! Wait, Brim, just hear me out, fam! How come Raze never gets in trouble for it?"
You giggled to yourself before moving to your site: B.
While you walked, you extended your arm and took in the sight all over again.
Seeing the roots so organised felt like such a breath of fresh air. Not only that, but being able to feel it without it mimicking the sensation of being trapped in a deep maze of a forest.
A shade of deep blue caught your eye, and you lifted your chin to see Yoru standing next to the doorway with his Sheriff in hand.
You hadn't noticed him walking off during the feud between Brim and Phoenix.
"Testing out a new look?"
You playfully rolled your eyes.
"Mind you, this is your fault."
"Tch. Then no wonder it looks good."
There he was, the confident Yoru you knew and probably loved.
"You're too confident for someone who got all red over a hug."
Yoru chuckled.
Just as you took another step forward, he spoke up once more.
"You okay?"
"Uh, yeah, of course I am. Why?"
"Just asking..."
This time, his tone was much more... you couldn't really put your finger on it.
Despondent?
You noticed his awkward stance. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes had this odd glimmer in them.
...
Oh.
"Are you talking about the last mission?"
"I didn't say anything."
"I'm serious, Yoru. If I can't be ready now, then I'll never be."
He shrugged and walked through the doorway to which you promptly followed from behind.
"I know."
His path was curt once he felt a tug at his sleeve, and he looked behind to see you gently holding his wrist.
"Hey, dinner after?"
Yoru stared at you for a few seconds and fought the blush that crept up on him. Then, he shook his head.
"Save it for next week. I need to rejuvenate."
"Rejuvenate?"
"Introvert thing."
A set of familiar beeping echoed from window. And it wasn't only a few seconds later until an explosion took its place, grabbing both of your attention.
Definitely Raze. Even you knew that.
"That's our queue. See you around."
Before another word could be exchanged, Yoru tore the fabric open and disappeared into the ocean of blue he called a dimension.
But you couldn't help but let your thoughts roam as you moved near the radianite crates stacked on top of each other.
Having been around Yoru enough to make him come out of his shell, you knew when he was uncomfortable or not. And he sounded like he held something back.
Did you do something wrong? Was it the date earlier? Did you push things too far?!
You mumbled an 'ow' once you picked at your bracelet too hard, a ting of pain following the scratch.
In order to distract yourself, the radio was muted and you hesitantly called out your situation.
'Uh– Raze on B.'
Enough anxiety, you had a mission to get to. Evident by the rapid footsteps that came from long. You immediately took position and held out your arm, lightly twisting each root until you found the right one to slow down their push.
Since they were now untangled and you were calm, it was exceptionally easy to navigate the maze that used to be your arm.
Not the scent, not the hand…
You paused once you felt a peculiar one.
The bomb.
Just as you heard the footsteps switch from a sandy ground to a wooden one, a burst of sundew escaped your arm and immediately landed where they would have stepped if they didn't push themselves back.
The roots stuck themselves on the ground and prevented them from entering.
Perfect.
You held up your gun and diligently watched the angle in case they'd start to get bold.
'Any updates?'
Brimstone asked over the radio. You were so focused that you'd completely tuned everything out, so you jumped once he spoke.
Yoru unmuted.
'They're not committing. Probably a distraction.'
You were surprised at this.
Despite the ruckus, he seemed confident in this assumption.
'Good call. Then we're staying here. Think you can hold your own out there, kid?'
'Yeah. We just need smokes.'
The blast echoed on Yoru's side made you wince. Luckily for you, he muted and spared you the inevitable ringing in your ears.
And it only took a few seconds before a purple mist emerged right where you were aiming, shielding you from the bullets that would promptly be fired.
Combined with Yoru's call, you could now tell they were shooting at random.
Some time had passed since that ‘attack’.
Despite what you thought was a hard push earlier, Yoru was ultimately right in the end and they'd aggressively pushed out on A, forcing Yoru to rotate. You, however, decided to go from behind.
The distant gunfire took over your ears and unintentionally helped shield your footsteps as you moved.
Then, it stopped and a heavy thud followed.
"Yo, I got the spike!"
Phoenix proudly called out over the radio. But before you could hear who responded to him, you immediately tuned it all out and focused in on the steps right around the corner.
You were in bath, and there was clearly someone who wasn't paying attention to you. In the words of Neon, 'easy pick'. Or whatever she used to say.
Then, the sound of the teleporter went off and concealed you even further.
Just as he took his final shot and stepped back to reload, you held out your arm and began twisting a specific set of roots to emit a strong scent.
You knew you'd started to do something right once he began to cough into his elbow. And with a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself to get your first kill.
You peeked and began shooting, refusing to let your finger off the trigger until the Bulldog ran out of bullets.
And... you did it.
Gekko's dead.
A huff escaped you once you took a step back, reloading with incredibly shaky hands. Your eyes were stuck on the omamori as you worked.
You got your first kill.
The teleporter going off twice snapped you out of your trance, before the voice of Yoru took over your ear on the radio.
"Who's in bath?"
"It was me, I got the pick on Gekko."
You said with a shaky yet excited voice.
Now you started to understand why Neon spoke like that sometimes.
"Finally got a kill? Nice one."
You couldn't help but smile at this.
"Chamber's stuck in hall with the spike. It's only us here. If we can draw him out, one of us can get an easy kill."
You peeked to see the spike sitting right in front of the teleporter. And if you looked closely, you could see a golden glint reflected off of him. Probably the tattoos on his head.
Yoru was backsite.
With all of this in mind, a plan immediately popped up.
"Stay there, I'll lure him out."
"Got it."
You stood near the doorway and already knew which root to aim for before you even lifted your arm.
A shadow slowly emerged from above and blocked the glimmer.
Then, the air stopped.
Just as the building he was in buckled under its own weight, Chamber peeked, shot then disappeared into the teleporter with the spike.
It took you a moment to look down on your hand and realise that there was a hole on your palm, blood slowly pooling around the wound and escaping.
❤ฺ·。
Everything felt like a blur at that point.
Noises were drowned out, your mind drew blanks and your eyes were focused on only your hand.
Warmth slowly began to encircle your right shoulder. And like a virus, it began spreading in a line across the inside of your arm, red fluid continuously seeping out of the 'small' wound on your palm.
It took what felt like a few minutes to comprehend the fact that he hit his shot almost perfectly. So perfectly, it went through your arm and tore your roots apart.
Then, you realised that the odd deafening noise around you had been reduced to a mere rumble. But once you looked up, the explanation was immediately provided.
The exit was blocked by what seemed to be the building you ripped apart before he took his shot.
You couldn't move your right arm whatsoever.
You felt a pull on your chin. And before you knew it, you were looking right at a familiar set of brown eyes.
"Hey, hey, look at me, are you okay?"
How did he get here... so fast?
"Y– yeah, I'm good, I..."
The centre of your right shoulder felt so heavy now, as if the bullet inside now began increasing in weight.
You still haven't been able to comprehend the fact you were shot. Yoru, however, wasn't in a state of shock like you were.
"We need to get you to Sage."
"We have to run to B."
You both said at the same time, and you earned a dirty look from him.
"Yoru, It's fine. It doesn't hurt."
"You're bleeding."
"It's not important! Look, let's take care of the spike first, then we can get to my arm. The teleporter's just outside!"
"We're not going–"
"I'll be good, it's not like it hurts, anyway!"
Before he could get another word in, you immediately moved through the entrance from behind and walked as fast as you could towards the teleporter. Yoru followed from behind despite his ability to disappear into the rift.
You weren't lying when you said it didn't hurt. But that, unfortunately, was before the adrenaline had worn off. And you hadn't realised such a fact.
Now that a moment had passed, with each step you took, it felt like you were exerting more and more energy just to get to your destination.
You stopped just a few feet next to the would-be teleporter to catch your breath. What you hadn't noticed was that it was blocked by so much rubble, it was impossible to get through even if you wanted to.
You lifted a hand towards the wreckage and began sifting through the remains of roots you had to clear an entrance.
But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't locate any points for what you needed.
It was as if the roots Chamber sliced stripped you away of your powers completely.
Yoru held your chin and noticed the tinge of blue that painted your lips.
That wasn't to mention how deathly pale you were, even more than you naturally were.
"You're losing too much blood."
You weakly shoved his hand away.
"Don't do that..."
Yoru rolled his eyes. And since you forgot who you were dealing with, you were to pay the price.
He slipped a hand under your legs and one behind your back, exploiting your weakened state to easily lift you in his arms.
"Get– let me go!"
You tried to push him away whilst he moved back, to no avail.
And just moving your good arm left you exhausted. Combined with the sudden aching that overtook your right one, it felt like you were stabbing yourself from the inside over and over.So you rested your head on his shoulder and let him take you...
...
Where was he going again...?
"You, you wouldn't let anyone do this to you..."
"I wouldn't have used my abilities out in the open–"
He snapped back, before he caught himself and cleared his throat.
"I'm... sorry. You're right, I wouldn't."
Yoru sighed. Then, completely unprompted, he let out a whispered cuss under his breath.
"I should've taken the chance when I had it."
"Huh...?"
"Nevermind."
You felt the hot afternoon sun shine upon you once Yoru moved through the doorway, before he stopped out of nowhere.
You took it upon yourself to lift your heavy eyelids and look at what was in front of you.
The wreckage from A went through the teleporter, enough to block the entrance to the fight.
And it was as if Yoru knew what ran through your mind just by the way your foot twitched.
"We'll be fine."
You heard a bullet whizz by each of you from behind. Luckily, Yoru dodged it and immediately moved towards the rubble, allowing the walls to conceal you.
He set you on the sand and took out his weapon.
"I'll be back. Try to hold out until then, A/N."
You quickly grabbed his sleeve.
"Wait– don't, don't leave me here, let me help!"
"I can't let you get hurt twice."
"But Sage can bring me back, I can still–"
Yoru got on one knee and held your shoulders.
"I'm not letting you get hurt. Don't make me repeat myself."
You stared at him for a few seconds. Despite your blurry vision and all of the noise from the fight deafening you, you could see the look in his eyes.
His irises swam with vulnerability.
"You're not giving up, huh...?"
He stared at you and let the tense silence be your answer. But just as he went to stand up once more, you pulled him back and pressed your lips against his forehead.
"I'm so lucky to have you."
Yoru, stunned, simply blushed and weakly smiled.
"I... could say the same thing."
He caressed your cheek with his thumb, before finally standing up and digging his hand through the rift.
You closed your eyes in order to gather all of the energy that you could. And judging by the constant ringing in your ear combined with the repetitive beeping, it sounded like the spike had been planted.
You put your left hand on the nearby stack of crates, helping yourself up.
The omamori on your Bulldog caught your eye, its green colour shining brilliantly against the dullness that surrounded you. It almost worked in pulling you out of your dizzy state.
Your eyes locked on the rubble whilst you caught your breath.
There must be a way to get through this. But how? Your roots were sliced from within.
You held out your incredibly shaky arm towards the entrance and took a deep breath in an effort to calm down and outline exactly what remained.
Scent couldn't be produced and you couldn't squash anything either. That left you with…
You perked up once you noticed one single root that was still connected.
The bomb.
The bomb was still there!
It wasn't much, but you had to get creative with it.
You took a few steps back and leaned on the wall, aiming towards the rubble. Then, you shot.
A burst of sundew immediately stuck to it like ducklings to their mother. You then rushed to grab it with both hands, and, despite the ever increasing pain, you pulled on it as hard as you could.
The sundew refused to let go. In fact, it stuck to it even more, which pulled the rubble with it. And the more you struggled, the more it held on.
The next thing you knew, you were on the ground once you'd finally pulled out the massive brick the sundew was attached to.
This set off a domino effect.
You grabbed the Bulldog and rushed behind cover as the wreckage began to tumble over. Sand upon sand covered the air and the noise from this move split your ears for what felt like minutes.
Then... silence.
The dust had settled.
You weakly clutched your Bulldog and leaned on the wall whilst you walked to the now-clear entrance.
The fight could be seen through the open window. And so could the spike, surrounded by fire and being defused by Phoenix.
The rest were clearly holding off someone in garden alongside Yoru who was behind them.
He was only halfway through, and there were only a few seconds before the bomb would go off, judging by the black aura and the unnatural impact it had on the area around it.
Victory should be guaranteed...
But that was until you noticed Sova near the doorway who aimed his bow and arrow, ready to shoot a dart. One dart, stall them and that would give the bomb the time it needed to explode.
They didn't see him. It seems like he didn't see you, either.
Before he let go, you took aim and immediately began shooting, the bullets rapidly digging through him.
It took only one more for you to take his life.
The Englishman immediately met your gaze and said something with a wave of his hand, but his words fell on deaf ears since all you could hear was the pounding of your heart.
You huffed and stood up, taking a few steps back to lean against a nearby wall. The Bulldog fell out of your grip, and the omamori's gentle green colour was defiled with the trail of blood that continuously seeped out of you.
Then, it all went dark.
❤ฺ·。
You awoke from your deep slumber with not only a raging headache, but with an arm so sore it felt like it was only one wrong more away from melting off of your shoulder.
Almost completely driven by instinct, you immediately sat up and clutched your head, a gentle voice adjacent to you immediately reacting to such a move.
"Oh, A/N, try not to move too fast–!"
The pain set in just as Sage held your shoulders, and you mumbled an 'ow'.
It felt like the blood inside your body was swirling and sloshing inside you as it got used to the sudden movement.
"Ah, really...? I turned my back on you for one second..."
"Sorry... First mission, and stuff."
"Don't start with that, you did great! Two kills on your first mission is something to be proud about!"
You ran your fingers through your hair and began gently rubbing your head, the ringing in your ear slowly dissipating.
It took you a moment to comprehend what she said. But once she did, guilt quickly set in.
"Thanks... Yo, I wasn't too bothersome to revive, was I?"
"Revive? No, you didn't die, you didn't die at all! You've been out for two hours, you actually survived!"
You didn't believe her, despite the wide grin on her face.
Probably trying to save you the embarrassment of dying on your first mission.
"Totally..."
"I'm not joking!" she smiled tenderly and clasped both hands together, "Ah, I– I know this sounds hard to believe, but you truly did."
"Let me get this straight, you're saying Chamber tore all my roots and I survived?"
"Not just your roots, A/N; he tore a few of your arteries as well and you still made it! It was miraculous!"
She placed a finger on her chin once a new piece of information popped up.
"Now that I think about it, theoretically, you should have passed out thirty seconds afterwards. Hypotension is no joke."
You paused once you caught something from the corner of your eye.
On a nearby counter right next to the sink was your trusty little Bulldog, the familiar omamori still tied to it.
Unfortunately, it was soaked in blood. And you swore you could see that it was torn, as well.
Huh...
"Really...? Maybe my luck's really turning over this time."
"Possibly. On another note, if this happens again, I might have to put 'durable' in your files."
She winked playfully.
"Seriously? Wait, no, Brimstone might–"
You heard two knocks before the door behind you swung open, revealing two very familiar silhouettes.
Neon and Yoru solemnly stood near the doorway, a serious expression very unnatural for your Filipino friend to have.
But once she noticed that you were awake, her eyes glimmered with an abundance of joy.
"A/N!"
Uh oh.
Before you could prepare yourself, you were already pulled into a hug that put all the aching in your arm to shame.
She hugged you even tighter (and knocked the air out of you for good measure) before finally pulling away.
"A/N, you're alive!"
"I'll... leave you three to talk. Erm, Neon?"
"Huh?"
"Brimstone?"
"Wha– oh! Oh come on, she just woke up! Can't you tell him to give me a few minutes, at least?"
Sage sheepishly smiled, both hands behind her back.
"I'm sorry... This'll take just a few seconds, okay?"
With a loud groan, Neon decided to follow the healer with an immense amount of reluctance.
But you couldn't let her go without some reassurance.
"I'll catch you later, Neon!"
"I know you will!"
The door slammed shut and they disappeared.
You wanted to ask Yoru what that was all about; but you had a much better idea in mind.
"I– I wanted to–"
Just as Yoru looked back, he found himself pulled into another embrace.
This one, however, didn't cause him immense pain.
"Missed you."
You mumbled. And to say Yoru was speechless would be a vast understatement.
His mind drew blanks at such a sudden move, despite it not being the first time. And all he could really do in response was put one hand on your back.
"You... Um, you had me worried back there, you know?"
The words mindlessly escaped his mouth, but he didn't really do much to stop it.
"Really?"
"Yeah..."
He quickly cleared his throat before he continued.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm impressed you got Sova. I don't know how you got through the rubble."
You pulled away with an unamused expression.
"I– I thought you died back there."
"You need to expect more from me, dummy."
He blushed and rolled his eyes.
"I said don't take this the wrong way, 'dummy'."
You glanced at the omamori on the counter behind him, but promptly looked back so that he wouldn't catch on.
"So, uh, speaking of dying... Where do you get omamoris again? Shrines?"
"Yeah."
"Are you going there any time soon?"
You tried to be discreet about it, but somehow, he still caught on and looked back to see what your eyes kept darting to.
And he saw your weapon, the omamori you spoke of gently resting on top of it.
"Huh, it's torn?"
"Yeah."
A meek smile forced itself on your lips as he walked towards the Bulldog and picked it up.
Damp with your own coagulated blood, and torn open just as you thought.
"Sorry about that."
"What do you mean? It's a good thing."
Despite scrutinising it, Yoru didn't sound as bothered as you did. In fact, he sounded pleased.
"This means it did its job."
You perked up at this, but you caught yourself before you did anything impulsive.
"So... remember when you mentioned dinner?"
"Totally. You said no."
Yoru nervously cleared his throat.
"Yeah, I, um, I remember. And I don't want to miss my chance this time."
"Miss your chance?"
"I don't like it when people get all up in my business. But you know what?" He pulled you close by the waist. "Maybe it's not so bad when you do it."
You snickered.
"You're just saying that because I almost died."
A mischievous smile painted his previously callous features.
No matter how much he tried, flirting just wasn't Yoru's thing. That much you could tell.
But teasing definitely was.
"Fine, guess I'll ask Sage to join me for the date I had in mind."
The word 'date' immediately snatched your attention.
"Wait. Okay, fine, let's hear it. What's the idea?"
"Hanami's coming up and... I haven't celebrated with another person in a while. Wanna join me?"
Hanami?
That's right, it was the first of May; the trees must've bloomed already, and the celebration must've started.
You beamed at this and completely disregarded your sore arm.
"Is it just the two of us?"
"Tch, yeah. I have a good spot booked and everything. There's this one old lady that sells the best dango, I'm thinking of going to her again this year. If, um, again, you don't have to, but–"
You gently elbowed him with your good arm. Even then, he could barely feel the pain you intended him to feel.
"Don't say that, yes I am. We're going. Where's the spot?"
"Don't you need a minute to rest?"
You proudly gestured to yourself.
"I'm well rested. Don't I look like it?"
Yoru stared at you for a few seconds.
You looked dishevelled. It was natural for someone who danced with death mere hours ago, but the confidence you radiated made it look like it was just the wind after a pleasant jog up a hill.
He couldn't help but agree, and that was made obvious from the slight shimmer in his usually narrow eyes.
"If you say so."
You moved towards him.
"So, where's the spot?"
"Kitanomaru park–"
The words were lodged in his throat once you took his hand in yours, pulling him out of the patient room and into the hallways.
If you keep walking down this hallway, you'll eventually pass by someone who'll see you both like this.
But he worked to convince himself that he didn't really mind...
You met his gaze with a warm smile, before pulling him close to you.
"That sounds amazing."
Just the thought of spending the day with Yoru on that river sounded like some kind of paradise only few would achieve. Fortunately, you were one of the 'few', and you were about to enjoy it as much as possible.
You knew what that day would entail, and you were ready for it.
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Muchness and Impossible Things
Posted on: AO3
Word Count: 2,031
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton)
Pairing: Alice x Hatter
Dedicated to my best friend @risingfire17-in-wonderland-blog who can't see it on Tumblr (but I also sent it to her personally, so it's fine lol). This is the start of a LONG project ahead of me that I am doing called "12 ship fics for 12 years of friendship." Basically it's both a tribute/gift for my bestie, as well as an attempt to break my writer's block lol ^^"
Enjoy! ❤
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Ever since her father died, Alice made it a personal habit to think up Six Impossible Things before breakfast. The Impossible Things varied from obvious facts to bizarre imaginings. She wrote them down in her diary, hundreds of them, the more nonsensical the better.
Sometimes her Impossible Things were only Impossible by the standards of her society. Things she found to be utter nonsense that were “Impossible.”
“I will have a seat in Parliament.”
“I will get a job that isn’t a secretary, teacher, nanny, or heiress.”
“I don’t have to get married and won’t be judged for it.”
But mostly, her Impossible Things were of the Absurd kind. The Otherworldly, Against All the Laws of the Natural World.
“I can bounce fifty feet in the air and become airborne for miles.”
“I can eat a cake and shrink down to the size of a thimble.”
“I can talk to flowers and caterpillars and rabbits wearing waistcoats.”
Alice’s Impossible Things often coincided with her childish nightmares. She wrote them down at first under her father’s gentle behest, but then it became her routine. Her Six Impossible Things were abnormal to the world and wonderfully wholly “normal” to her. It was the “real” world that was strange. Not her. Nor her Impossible Things.
The first day she went without writing down her Six Impossible Things was the day she went to Hamish’s Garden Party with her mother.
The day she returned, unwittingly, to Underland.
Before she killed the Jabberwocky, she spoke aloud her Impossible Things for the first time because the world she was in was finally Impossible. Instead of confining them to the page, to her mind, to keep her safe from the strange, normal real world, she spoke the words into existence.
And then, the Jabberwocky’s head rolled onto the giant chess board from her hand and sword.
She, Alice Kingsleigh, did Six Impossible Things in Underland because in Underland, Impossible Things happened every day.
And returning to the “real” world to sort things out would be brief. Just enough time to tie up some loose threads, say her goodbyes (her mother and sister never knew where she’d be going, only that it was “very far” and “impossible to reach by boat or train.”) Her resolve was firm and though they protested and begged her to stay, she disappeared in the morning.
The only thing she brought with her was her diary of Impossible Things.
Over the years since her father’s death, Alice allowed herself to repeat Impossible Things if her mind was feeling clouded or if she needed silent encouragement from her father’s spirit. But they always had to be Impossible.
Just like her Impossible Thing she wrote in her new diary after living one year in Underland:
“I will kiss the Mad Hatter.”
She stopped writing, the color-changing ink dripping onto the page, a red as blood splat next to her blue words.
None of her Impossible Things had ever, well, startled her before.
Never frightened her.
They emboldened her. They defined her. They were the reason she had killed the Jabberwocky and ended the Red Queen’s tyranny. They were the reason why she had been able to turn down Hamish’s proposal and set boundaries against her family and society and return to the only world that accepted her and her Impossible Things.
So, why, then?
Why did she think of that Impossible Thing?
Alice was very fond of Hatter. She understood his moods and haunts better than anyone, despite not knowing him for as long as Chessur or Mally had. And ... she couldn’t deny that she felt things that she never felt before when spending time with him. Sometimes, mid-conversation, his eyes would gaze at her with such a burning intensity it made her legs turn to jelly. Usually, the spell would be broken by him suddenly getting distracted by one of his hat projects or the prospect of teatime.
Of all the things Alice Kingsleigh imagined, falling in love never crossed her mind as an Impossible Thing.
Which was very curious, when she considered it now. After all, Alice never swooned over boys or the possibility of courtship and marriage the way other ladies did. She never even found the “handsomest” of men particularly pleasing to the eye. She often found their clothes to be more interesting than their faces, or rather, their hats. Men’s clothes were as boring as women’s clothes were bothersome, but at least she could imagine whatever Impossible Things they could be wearing instead. Like a smiling cat perched on their top hats.
Hatter was not “handsome.” If Alice even knew what that meant. He certainly would not fit what her society would consider “handsome.” Perhaps that was why she found him to be the only interesting man she had ever known.
She remembered, with an unpleasant shudder, Stayne, the exiled Knave of Hearts. He was, she supposed, “handsome,” in a rugged sort of way, but not at all pleasing to Alice’s eye. His gaze had also been intense, but so unlike Hatter’s. Stayne’s one good eye was leering, frightening, hungry, and foul. Alice thought she would vanish under his stare and become a shell of herself. Their encounter had been short, but it still haunted Alice’s mind whenever she was left alone with her thoughts.
Whereas Hatter’s eyes filled her with warmth and curiosity. They were the eyes of zeal and joy, unrestrained emotion that would most definitely not have been allowed in a man’s eyes in Victorian England.
Alice raised her writing hand and wrote six words to complete her Six Impossible Things for the day:
“I am in love with Hatter.”
Yes. Yes, that must be it. Only.... it didn’t quite match what she always thought love was supposed to be.
Margaret once tried to explain to Alice what “love” felt like.
“Goodness, Alice, you’re sixteen years old already and never even felt a hint of girlhood love?! Well, dear me, how do I explain it.... It feels... like a fire in the hearth. Warm, enveloping, swells and burns if it’s fed, but flickers and dies if left alone.”
Alice always found it curious to compare an emotion like love to an element that hurts when touched. Fire was useful, in a pragmatic sense: it cooked food, it kept homes warm, it ran machines, and cast light unto the darkness of night. But it also was easy to lose control. It harmed and even killed, sometimes. It was frightening, the idea of burning up with Love.
Alice thought about Hatter. He was mad, absolutely around the bend, bonkers. He firmly believed that Time stopped at teatime. He often babbled nonsensical words that even made Thackery’s eyes twitch in confusion. But he was also surprisingly grounded. His artistry as a hatter was unmatched, the way he could churn out hundreds of beautifully decorated hats in what felt like mere seconds. His gentleness towards his friends was on par with his ferocity towards his enemies.
Perhaps.... love could also be of the earth.
Steady, quiet, slow, constant. So subtle you don’t even register it’s there until you scoop up a handful and feel the soil between your---
“Is everything alright, Alice?”
Alice shrieked uncharacteristically, jumping and upsetting her ink bottle. The feather pen she had been mindlessly caressing fell onto the floor and crunched under her heel. Cursing quietly, she snatched a nearby tea towel and mopped up the mess on her desk, determinedly casting her eyes down and firmly away from the man who was standing inside her living room.
“Hatter! You—you gave me such a fright! Please, do knock next time you pay me a visit! My heart won’t stop pounding!” Drat! Why did she have to add that sentence? Alice winced at herself, gripping the ink-soaked tea towel in her fist onto her chair’s back. It was the only thing keeping her upright at this point.
“Oh, my stars, my Alice, don’t tell me you hurt yourself?” Hatter’s voice was nervous and fluttering, resembling a butterfly’s wings the way it always did when he was flustered. Alice heard his footsteps cross the room as he closed the distance between them, making her heart thunder in her ears. She stared stubbornly at the carpet, but soon Hatter’s boots came into view. Oh no. He was wearing the forest green pair that he always wore with his purple and orange coattail and trousers and polka-dot tie. It was an incredibly garish outfit, one that would receive nonstop mockery in her world.
And Alice absolutely adored it.
He, of course, was oblivious to her turmoil.
“By the White Queen’s glove, you look as red as that nasty Red Queen! Come, a spot of tea will do you wonders! I have just the thing: a rose white tea with a hint of wishful thinking. It soothes the burning red and leaves you at peace with nothing but lovely tea and wishful thinkings in your cranium. It’s precisely the sort of tea that our dearly departed Bluddy Behg Hid should have kept in her atrocious castle. I never did like staying there, you know. So much red and not near enough blues and greens and saffron. I like red well enough on its own, but too much of it is like too much upelkuchen. Eventually you outgrow liking it.”
Despite herself, Alice couldn’t help but smile slightly. Hatter kept fluttering about as he spoke, straightening up things that didn’t need to be straightened and “crookening” things that were upright.
Alice raised her head and looked straight at the man who captured her heart. His hair was orange, like Hamish, only wilder and far more interesting in its brightness and electric-like state. His clothes were absurd and hideous and beautiful and outlandish and nonsensically colorful. His hat was faded with Time (and was a surprisingly comfortable ride, Alice recalled, during the time she was extremely small), and looked to not quite fit his head, or rather to not tame his brushful of hair.
He wore paint on his face that resembled the clowns in a circus Alice visited once as a child. Only he did not perpetrate a fake smile, but rather extenuated his features for all his emotions. It just so happened that Hatter exuded delight and zeal in nearly all his movements and words. He was so different from the quiet, reserved, strange Alice Kingsleigh.
And she loved him for it.
But Alice wasn’t wholly quiet and reserved, was she? Any more than Hatter was solely happy and carefree. Alice had something deeper inside, something that she had almost lost living in repressive England before Hatter confronted her with a sentence that resonated in her soul.
“You’ve lost your Muchness.”
“Lost my Muchness, have I?” Alice murmured now, just as she had before she crossed the moat of severed heads. Steeling herself, Alice crossed the room to Hatter, who was completely lost in a new tangent on the importance of separating ravens from writing desks as he dusted a bookshelf with a dead bouquet of flowers that Alice forgot to toss out.
“Hatter.”
“..... on contrariwise, as the Twins would say, it is most certainly not a good idea to write on a raven’s back for they have no room to put down your tea cup! And that is most inconvenient---”
“Hatter!”
Alice seized the opportunity faster than she could think. When Hatter turned around, she grabbed his cheeks with both hands and tilted his head down till they locked eyes. He blinked and gazed down at Alice expectantly. He was neither annoyed nor shocked at her sudden actions. He simply waited. Alice took a deep breath.
“You know I always think of Six Impossible Things before breakfast?”
“Aye, that you do, lass.” Hatter’s thick Scottish accent took over. It only appeared when he was deeply serious.
Alice licked her lips nervously. “And that in Underland, Six Impossible Things are nearly always Possible, correct?”
“By the grace of our good White Queen and Oraculum, yes, that be the case, my Alice.”
“Well, then...” Alice stood on tiptoe, her nose touching Hatter’s. “Today, I will kiss the Mad Hatter.”
And so, she did.
#Starling writings#Disney#Alice in Wonderland#Tim Burton#Alice x Hatter#Alice x Tarrant#StarlingChild4#OP
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Thank you so much for clarifying! For my request for the event, I would like the rainy day prompt with Jack, please! 💜🐺
Np! Sorry for the extreme lateness! Here's one fluffy fic for one fluffy boi
(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)
🌺Rainy Day🌺
It was the early hours of the afternoon, and you would be out and about if not for the soft pitter patter of rain against the windows.
You were bundled up in bed as the sound of the rain got steadily louder, pulling the blankets around yourself and nestling into the sheets as if you were hoping for the bed to absorb you.
While you were happy in your little fortress of warmth, your boyfriend was braving the cold and caring for his cacti- the little plants that were currently lined up on your windowsill.
"Jack~" You whined. "Come hereeee. Let's snuggle."
Jack's tail flicked and he shook his head, hyperfocused on his beloved succulents.
"I'll come later." He mumbled absently. "I'm busy."
"But it's cooold."
"It's really not."
You let out an annoyed huff and collapsed back into the pillows, pouting.
"You're so mean."
Jack just chuckled in response. He knew you didn't mean that.
He pulled his hands away and looked back at his work, grinning, before leaving the room without another word.
You frowned and curled up tighter, shivering slightly and mourning the absence if your warm and fluffy boyfriend.
After some time Jack returned with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, grinning at you as he handed you one.
You took it happily, sour mood dissipating and a smile spreading across your face while Jack got into bed next to you.
"I'm here now. Happy?" He asked, smiling at your contended sigh as you leaned against him.
"Mhm." You murmured, sipping your drink. "Absolutely."
Jack wrapped his tail around your leg and his free arm circled your waist. He leaned back against the headboard and pulled you with him, relishing in your closeness.
You both stayed like that. Sitting together in silence, watching the rain. Listening to it thud against the windows and splat against the plants in your garden, filling that air with that lovely rain smell.
You sighed.
You wouldn't mind staying like this forever.
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A/N: Here he is, the fluffy boi! Filled with fluff!
#twisted wonderland x reader#jack howl x reader#savanaclaw x reader#twisted wonderland#savanaclaw#jack howl
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@arachnaemboss ❤ ’d
waaaaAAHHHHH !! the scream grows louder as the responsible party falls further and further from the top of the building from which they were evidently thrown. and yet the interruption proves but a momentary pause in conversation : just enough to magic up a red and white striped umbrella to shield from any ... unsavory impact splatter. ❝ ahh , they're all so young now , aren't they ? they still have dreams -— and the belief that they can accomplish them. ❞ SPLAT !!
❝ haven't seen what we've seen , don't know what we know. ❞ crimson pupils flicker up ever so briefly ( if you catch his drift ) ❝ must be nice to be that blindly idealistic. ❞
#arachnaemboss#𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗. the magic tastical back flipping rubber duck!#for some reason the idea of zestial telling luce about velvette's blatant disrespect popped in my head#but feel free to take this in any direction you want friend
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11 splats in 1 minute ❤
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I feel like Rory can just get super over dramatic at times
Like the sunny time crew is trying to put together a circus or something and they're discussing it
Sunny day Jack:ooh! We can have elephants!
Cloudy belle sue:and pretty people with the pretty ribbons!
Knackadan drizzle:we can have trapeze artists!
Rory rainberry:yeah! They can just be walking on the tight rope and look down below! AHHHHHHH! SPLAT OH MY GOSH THE AGONY! THE AGONIZINGLY AGONIZING AGONYYYY!! THE HUMANITY!! HE WAS JUST A BOY!! *inhales* WHYYYY WHAT CRUEL GOD WOULD-
Sunny day jack cloudy belle sue and knackadan drizzle:RORY!!
*every one in cloudy town is just staring as some baby cries*
Rory:WHAT!?
Juniper💙💛❤
Lol he would the dramatic one of the group. I can see it
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thoughts on splat 3 hero mode (writing this post immediately after beating it. very tired)
- certainly BEST hero mode so far. They put their whole pussy into this one. does it beat octo expansion though? hmmm.. i would say no. i like all the alterno stuff But when you get a story specifically detailing a part of octarian society it is hard to beat
- absolutely love every time deep cut was on screen. They are funny in a team rocket kind of way. They did kindof dropped the ball on big man's fight though. He really should have been the first guy you fought instead of the last.
- They did not have to put that many "Destroy all the targets" levels. Kys
- And during the post-game level... Why did they not include a single checkpoint during the long ass first part and then proceed to give a checkpoint during the easy second part. What kind of sick joke is this
- I do think it kind of rode octo expansion's dick a little too hard... Yes everyone did say to make hero mode like octo expansion but you could have made it a little more unique... Just a nitpick. I would prefer it ride oe's dick than be boring
- overall Very enjoyable Very fun Very silly Etc etc i ❤ splatoon hero mode
Ok bye
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“THE QUARRY” PROMPTS
send a symbol… or two
☂ To go skinny dip in the lake together.
❣ To receive a sweetly cringe pickup line.
☽ To get a smooch under the beautiful full moon, before the “bears” can stop us.
♡ To warn me away! A “bear” is coming!
❤ To be told how edible you smell...
⍤ For a reaction to you exploding! Splat! Oh shit, you’re a werewolf?!
☠ For me to explode right in front of you! Splat splat! Oh shit, I’M a werewolf?!
ꐕ For a diversion! Don’t worry, I’ll lead the “bear” away!
☺To come in for a hug and find out if I accept it while you’re covered in blood.
☁ For me to explain why you should lower that gun please and thank you.
✔ To win a grapple over the shotgun.
✘ To lose a grapple over the shotgun.
❀ To be threatened with vengeance. You won’t get away with this!
✿ For a truce in the name of ending this curse once and for all…
☼ To shelter together in a safe but cramped space until dawn.
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[The Forgotten Tower] CHAPTER 6
ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ
TW: Blood & Gore [I tried really hard on this one :') ]
This chapter was suggested and inspired by both of my dearest friends. ❤
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She dragged the now deceased creature into the room where she found herself in and shut the door behind her.
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Ophelia looked down the staircase. It looked gloomy and dark the further she walked down the stairs. She tread carefully, hoping that no one could hear her. Thankfully, there was no mysterious creature in sight. She was walking down those steps for a long duration of time, she didn't realise how further there was to go. Ophelia stumbled, exhausted before leaning on the cold stone wall beside her. She sighed, before continuing her long journey.
The stairs were covered in matte black polished paint, which were peeling off the stairs slowly as time passed by. Ophelia glanced around, hoping to see a room, before suddenly stumbling and collapsing down the stairs.
It turns out, Ophelia hadn't realised that there was a step missing, creating a small gap through the staircase. She tumbled down the stairs, clattering noises echoed, breaking the uncomfortable silence she was once in. However, Ophelia made no noise as she had fallen down the stairs. She was unaware of everything and was only half concious of her surroundings.
She didn't even know how many stairs she had fallen down, as well as even being aware of what was going on. Was she standing? Falling? Flying? Sitting?
That all stopped abruptly as Ophelia had landed headfirst into a larger section of flooring, where the stairs stopped for a moment before continuing.
CRASH!
"Ah.. my head hurts! I probably fell down an entire flat of stairs!!" She exclaimed, grasping one side of her head, wincing in pain as she sat on the floor, struggling to stand up.
However, a hand reached for Ophelia first.
Ophelia looked up, still bewildered. It was... Queen Orilon?
"My.. Ophelia dear, that was a nasty fall you had!" Queen Orilon had stretched her hand out for Ophelia. "Here, I know how to escape this wretched place, and free you with ease." She reassured Ophelia. As Ophelia took her hand and walked alongside Queen Orilon, she had lead her to a beautiful balcony, conviniently next to where she had fallen. Ophelia could finally embrace the crimson hue of the sunset, and the beautiful nature below her as she glanced around, almost in disbelief that she saw the light of day.
"So.. how do we escape?" Ophelia asked, her eyes sparkling, full of excitement.
"Well.. all you have to do my dear, is simply,
jump."
Ophelia's bright smile immediately faded, to a concerned one.
"..what?.." Ophelia asked again, horrified.
"Jump. Just jump of the balcony, and you shall be out of this prison... you... shall be set free!" Queen Orilon beamed, her voice sounding less and less humanoid as she spoke.
Ophelia paused for a moment, struggling to comprehend the current situation.
"If you won't set yourself free. Then I...I shall do it for you!" Queen Orilon didn't sound human at all anymore. What was once Queen Orilon's face melting off like a burning candle, it revealed a vicious, cruel face of a shapeshifter. It's face torn apart and its body with unnaturally long limbs, its bones stretching out of its skin. The creature screeched, charging towards Ophelia. Ophelia let out a cry of fear before frantically scrambling around the balcony area. She unsheathed her ancient sword before impaling the creature multiple times. It grasped at Ophelia, it's sharp claws digging into her fragile skin, before Ophelia pulled out the sword from the mutilated torso of the shapeshifted, and shoved it.
The creature let out a final screech as it collapsed backward off the balcony. It rapidly clung onto the railing, before losing grip, as the railing crumbled and collapsed into its own hands.
Ophelia heard what sounded like an audible splat from the distance after a good 15 seconds of the creature falling to it's death. She shuddered in disgust of the thought of seeing that creature as it is now a torn apart, dismembered corpse.
She knew there was no way to get down from the balcony. If she had attempted, she would end up just like the deceased shapeshifter. But she knew she had to keep on going.
She took one last look, tears brimming in her eyes as she wondered if it could be the last time she had seen the gorgeous sunset, the wonderful scenery and nature.
She turned around, yet again, continuing her journey down the spiral staircase, which could lead to her fate.
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Ophelia was tired, and starving. She was surprised how she hadn't have just fallen down and died already. She was starting to lose the hope she had to free herself from the torturous prison that she was locked up in. Where are the people? What happened to them? Have they forgotten?
Ophelia continued to walk, her legs determined to refuse giving in, her head pounding with pain, her arms hung tiredlessly, and in pain from the remains of the creature. Ophelia was caught up in her thoughts. How long was she here? When will she die yet? What is going to happen next? She wondered, slightly nervous. Ophelia had caught a scent of something... was that... food?
Ophelia had longed for food since the day she was trapped in the tower. She had forgotten the luxuries and joy of relishing food, whilst she didn't know her family were consuming as much as she could have dreamed of.
Ophelia was allured to the delicious aroma. It smelt like one of her favourite chef's mushroom and steak soup. It reminded her of the scent of home.
She tread quietly down the stairs, hopeful for a source of food, and she was right.
A large kitchen, dusty and ancient looking. The whole area was covered with delicate, and dirty cobwebs littered in the corners of the room, the ceiling, and even on some areas of the floor. The various amount did seem a little off... but that didn't matter. Ophelia just wanted food.
She glanced around, to see worn out wooden shelves filled with stocks of ingredients and a pot of soup, right on the stove, unattended, but still steaming.
Untangling her way through the cobwebs, she rummaged the cabinets to find a bag and began to haul the shelves for ingredients or food. She took whatever she could find.
"YOU."
a booming voice spoke.
Ophelia jumped, and began to frantically pack the food before unsheathing her sword again.
"YOU ARE PREDICTED TO DESTROY OUR PEOPLE, OUR LAND, OUR FRIENDSHIPS. EVERYTHING" it shouted in a frustrated tone.
"AND NOW. YOU MUST PERISH."
Ophelia looked around, fearful and confused. "What?! I didn't do anything!" she cried.
She gasped in horror as she saw something truly gruesome emerge from the shadows of the room.
It was a mutilated spider, combined with a centipede, but MUCH larger. It was translucent with what looked like the remains of blood stained inside. It hissed loudly, its sharp claws pointing towards Ophelia and it's various legs crawling at a rapid pace. It charged its way up the ceiling, before aiming directly at Ophelia and pouncing at her. She yelped, quickly shuffling to the side to avoid it's attacks, before scrambling around the room, constantly getting stuck in the cobwebs littered around the room.
"You don't have to do this!" Ophelia yelled, bewildered. She slid under counters and jumped ontop of tables as the mutilated creatures crawled from the walls, to the ceiling, and then the floor again. Ophelia saw that there was a door on the side of the kitchen, where all the meat were stored.
She opened it to see a room of dangerous machinery, sharp meat grinders and impaling hooks. As she dashed around the room, the meat smelled decayed and awful!
"THESE ARE HUMANS WHO HAVE PERISHED HERE. AND NOW, YOU SHALL BECOME NOTHING BUT FLESH THAT WILL BE CONSUMED BY OUR COMMUNITY" It spoke, almost triumphant.
Ophelia was sure she was going to die. She couldn't go underneath or jump over any objects. They could kill her in seconds. But she had to do something. Her sword would do little damage to such a powerful entity to a mutilated creature such as that. As it crawled over on the ceiling, with a clear view even from upside down, it was determined and victorious, Ophelia was trapped around the dangerous machinery. This was it. She knew she was going to die.
"Well.. all you have to do my dear, is simply,
jump."
The previous memory echoed in her head, making itself clear. Jumping over the meat grinder (or basically human flesh grinder) could kill her, but she could survive.
Ophelia took a deep breath and shut her eyes, as she took a leap forward.
Ophelia had landed perfectly on the floor, she was safe. Ophelia sighed in relief.
CRASH!
An ear piercing roar was heard from the creature. It had stalked Ophelia and the victorious moment it thought it could have caught her, the mutilated creature had failed.
It had landed straight into the meat grinder.
The meat grinder's gears were crushing the mutilated creature, the crackling of it's bones ringing throughout the room. It struggled to let out an agonizing screech, blood gurgling out of its mouth. Ophelia grimaced as she heard the creature's flesh create a loud tearing sound. The machinery made a high pitched screeching noise as it continuously turned and turned, blood spilling on the floor like a bloodbath. The meat grinder's gears were now drenched in bright red as the creature took it's final breath before disappearing beneath the sharp, turning gears of the meat grinder.
Ophelia wouldn't wait around. She decided to retreat the room and continue her journey down the spiral staricase. Ophelia had a small sense of hope that she could see some light at the end of the tunnel, as she slowly realised that the staircase was coming to an end. 'Could there be an exit down those stairs?' She wondered, eager and curious to find out.
Ophelia waited for a while, as she sat on the steps. She frantically rummaged through the bag for some leftover food or ingredients she had collected earlier from the kitchen. She found a few vegetable scraps, so she decided to consume some sparingly, so she wouldn't run out of food.
As she returned to her original task again, she pulled out her sword, hanging by her side, just incase if she could run into something else. By the time she had finally reached the bottom of the staircase, she saw two tall wooden doors, engraved with gold decorations around it. Ophelia was slightly nervous, but she decided to open the door anyway.
The doors creaked open, revealing a beautiful interior of what looked like a castle. It seems as if this tower was bigger than Ophelia had even thought of! There were various rooms, like a labyrinth, in different directions. As Ophelia glanced around, she saw a few odd looking levers, and some beautiful chandeliers made out of pure crystals. As soon as she was standing around, starstruck of the scenery around her, the two wooden doors shut.
SLAM!
'They were probably going to be locked anyways...' Ophelia sighed. Suddenly, she had heard a clattering noise of two pairs of footsteps. She gasped quietly before hiding behind a conviniently placed statue next to some of the levers she had seen. The metal clanging had become louder, and louder.
"WHO HAS CROSSED THIS PATH?!" A voice screamed of rage. Ophelia flinched at the sudden sound, closing her ears in fear. Ophelia knew she had to stay quiet.
"I don't think anyone has crossed this path, my brother!" Another voice beamed confidently, sounding slightly more distant than the other.
Ophelia leaned on the side of the wall, trying to get a glimpse of the mysterious figures. Ophelia gasped loudly as she stumbled on the side a little too far, accidently pulling down a lever to obtain her balance.
"YOU! I KNEW IT!" A guard wearing dark metal armour pointed it's sharp spear at Ophelia. The other voice, further away looked very similar, except it had a few different details on it's armour. Ophelia scrambled, her palms sweating as she unsheathed her sword, her fingers slipping slightly as she stepped forward, revealing herself from her hiding place.
The furious guard ran at Ophelia with it's spear in hand. The other, more calmer guard approached from further away, walking a lot less rapidly than the other.
Ophelia couldn't even have time to react before she suddenly hear a
CRASH!!!
Ophelia had heard a fearful scream coming from the guard. The chandelier had fallen directly onto the guard, piercing the side of it's head and toppling it to the ground. The guard's metal helmet was too weak to withstand the sharpness of the crystals, as it had impaled right through the helmet, leaving a visible dent. The pale white crystals slowly became a bright red as it's blood spilled out onto the broken chandelier. The chandelier had also impaled into the spine of the guard, the crystals had torn through the armour and the guard's flesh, revealing the bone of the collar slightly sticking out with various clots of blood releasing itself from the inside. The scene looked like a pool of blood circulating around the corpse.
'...oh. So that's what that lever did.' Ophelia thought.
"My brother! You have been killed! I.. I shall avenge you!" The other guard cried, it's fists clenched, trembling, unsheathing it's own spear in hand.
The guard charged at Ophelia, it's vision full of anger and distress that it didn't quite see where it was going. It screamed as it had stumbled and collapsed over the blood, slipping and losing its balance before falling headfirst onto the already blood smeared chandelier.
Ophelia had heard the ear piercing bang of the armour, for the second time, which had been pierced through multiple times by such alluring crystals. By now, the golden embroidered holders for the crystals were now painted a crimson red, surrounded by a bloodbath around it, along with the two corpses.
Ophelia walked to the scene, cautiously, to prevent sealing her fate just as the other guard had done to grasp one of the guard's spears which had been dropped along the ground. She took the dangerous weapon and looked around for a few moments, before deciding to choose a path where the guards had arrived from in desperate search to seek escape.
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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader]
Heya everyone!
This is it, the winner of the vote! I totally didn't spend a few days trying to get the title right. Japanese people, don't come for me!
I kinda wish the Chamber one won (try saying that out loud) because I have so many good ideas for my KING but maybe after this one's done we'll get to him!!
I don't blame people for voting for Yoru, though, he's so much more lenient and... just doesn't care, haha.
Anyway, this might be slow at first, what with how avoidant Yoru is, but I promise it gets good. Hope it's a good read!
❤ฺ·。
Yoru x F! Reader
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you.
And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.
。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·
To say you were unlucky would be a grand understatement. To also say this day had an awful start would be stupid, because that implied that your days usually had a good start.
And if you were to list off all the things that went wrong, you’d be here for hours. Which is exactly what you and Tala did once your schedules for once aligned, and you met up at a cafe after so long.
Yep, that’s right. You spent hours explaining to her everything that went wrong this week. And with permission, she had a grand time laughing at some of the mishaps that made it look like you were cursed by the gods or something.
Tala caught her breath and lifted her head to meet your gaze, holding back tears.
“Wait, wait– let me get this straight, even with three warnings, your boss didn’t fire you?!”
“No joke, I’m as stumped as you.”
“And you’re also infamous for your misfortune with them! Didn’t you get this job just last week?”
You crossed your arms, smiling.
“I am now!”
“Okay, wait, hear me out– what if you’re really just cursed? Like, maybe you rejected some guy and he paid a witch to cast a spell on you.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah? And Manuel said it’s because I didn’t ask my grandma for a blessing before I left, or I don’t pray hard enough.”
As you spoke, you grabbed your bag and placed it on the table, digging through it to find something.
“And this one time, his girlfriend gave me this to help me with my luck.”
You slammed a block of wood on the table, a splinter flying across the surface. And just the sight of it made Tala burst out in laughter again, quickly wiping away the tears that narrowly escaped.
In fact, her previously dazzling pigtails had gotten more and more dishevelled throughout this conversation the more she laughed and struggled to keep herself together. Even people were starting to look.
“I’m scared to open the gift he gave me today. He said it’s supposed to ward off bad spirits–”
“There’s more?!”
You nodded, taking out a small black box and setting it in front of you on the table. This immediately drew her attention away from the wood. In fact, it concerned her.
“Wait, this looks like a… hold on, he wasn’t proposing, was he?”
“He has a girlfriend!”
She giggled, before stretching out the palm of her hand expectantly.
“Hand me that thing, I wanna see.”
“No! What if it’s a prank?”
“And? What’s the worst that could happen, confetti ruins your hair? Very scary.”
She pointed at your messy bob, not as well-kempt as her own hair.
And not messy in a flattering way, it looked scruffy. The chaos that followed you ruined your day and your looks, so, at this point, why even bother?
“What if it’s something dangerous? Like, a snake or a spider, and it bites us?”
“Fine, okay, let’s go somewhere where we can open up the box safely. If it’s a frog, it’ll jump out, right?”
You stared at her for a second, then the present once more. The plan didn’t sound as bad. You’d have to open the thing eventually, right? Might as well do it right next to your friend, now.
Then, she grabbed the slab of wood and knocked twice, brows furrowed with a smile. This comforted you, in a way.
“Alright! Somewhere safe… I can do that.”
“Good, let’s go, I don’t have all day!”
She grabbed her drink, then you by the wrist and pulled you out before you could gather all your things. And of course, you left the slab of wood on the table by accident.
❤ฺ·。
You knew what she meant by that final comment. Out of all of your inconveniences, the worst thing that happened was Tala’s sudden disappearance. For months, all contact was lost, and nobody knew where she was.
Even when she came back, she’d return for a few hours before disappearing again. Her answer? ‘Work’.
But your mind instinctively focused on something much worse.
“Ow, ease up! My arm!”
She giggled awkwardly, quickly letting go.
“Sorry, I’m used to being rough, you know?”
“You don’t say.”
A red rim formed around your wrist where she held you, and you rubbed it in annoyance. A little more pressure, and she could’ve easily broken your hand.
Nevertheless, you continued down the path you both walked down on, your destination being a forest. Or, if you were lucky, some park right around the corner.
“You were so scrawny before you disappeared, Tala. Are you gonna tell me what this ‘job’ is, yet?”
“I don’t want to get in trouble if I do tell you.”
You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t meet her gaze since she walked faster than you did. But somehow, she felt your concern rising, turning to look at you with an awkward expression.
Maybe she should go back to practising how to keep secrets.
“Okay! Hear me out. You’re luckless, yeah? What if your luckless-ness… passes on to me, or whatever, then you discover what my job is by accident.”
That’s also mostly why people avoided associating with you, too, but that’s by the by.
With an eye roll, you walked past her up the concrete stairs, making your way down the less dilapidated pathway.
She quickly ran up behind you, somehow catching up to you within the blink of an eye. At first, you thought it was unnatural, but you got used to her speed.
“Come on, you can’t tell me the plan isn’t solid!”
“Solid like jelly, Tala. Let’s get this over with, I’m throwing the box away.”
“Lighten up, Y/N. Who knows, maybe this will turn your luck around?”
You slipped the box out of your bag again, walking up a small hill in a park you both entered a while ago. There were groups of people behind you, so you both purposely went to a spot where you’d both be alone.
“Last time I said that, I almost got diagnosed with diabetes!”
“That’s because you’re always freaked out, seriously!”
She stopped and spread out her arms, as if to tell you to observe the area you both found yourself in.
“Look at this park. It’s innocent and stuff. There’s even kids here! But I bet there’s still something scaring you about this place right now, yeah?”
You looked around, the ever so familiar sensation of anxiety creeping up on you, along with many possibilities of your death. But you also don’t want to let her have this win.
“No way, I’m not scared. This place is nice.”
“Okay, open the box.”
You stared at her for a few seconds, before awkwardly giggling.
“Uh… What do you, what do you mean?”
“You’re not scared, right? So, open it!”
Tala gestured to the gift in your hand with an incredibly mischievous expression, watching her point get proven right just by the way your left eye twitched.
Then, you looked down at the tiny object, mind running wild with possibilities. If it wasn’t a cobra that would lunge at you, what if it was the hatching eggs of a bug? Like, a roach or something, and it’ll burst all over you if you open it. Worse, what if it’s a bomb? Maybe a smell bomb that would make both of you pass out if you inhale too much.
Wait, do those even exist?
You quickly handed it to her before your mind could come up with something else, smiling.
“You’re the muscular one, right? I’ll let you take care of it.”
She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, before rolling her eyes and taking it.
“You’re such a chicken, Y/N.”
“I’m not a chicken! It’s… heightened survival senses.”
Tala laughed, taking a few steps back and opening the box.
“Heightened survival senses?! Did your mom tell you that?”
She absolutely did. Of course she would, your mother would never outright call you spineless to your face. That would be rude… and unlucky.
“Shut up and open it.”
“I did, it’s just some bracelet!”
Tala tossed the object at you, the gold quickly bouncing the moonlight off of it moments before it landed on your hand. And she was right.
It was just some bracelet, probably pawned or made up of fake gold. Or something like that.
Putting it on your right wrist, and you quickly sighed in disappointment at a new discovery.
“It doesn’t fit.”
You held up your hand and watched the accessory slide down your arm, dangling on your elbow. Of course, Tala simply gave you a wry smile at such an unlucky revelation.
To be fair, the least Manuel could’ve done was get your measurements, but it seemed like he nicked some random bracelet and handed it to you as a joke.
“Look on the bright side, if it’s real gold, you can sell it.”
“Sure, we might even get to split the cash.”
She smiled and grabbed your wrist, fixing the bracelet’s position.
“No way, with your luck? You need the money more than I do. Who knows? Maybe you could invest in a mansion.”
“And then an earthquake comes and destroys the mansion.”
You turned your gaze away and sat on the grass. Well, sat is an elegant word, considering you just plopped on the ground and laid your chin on your hand. Tala noticed this, slowly stepping up and taking a seat right next to you, her eyes on yours.
The mood seemed to have shifted, and she clearly got concerned.
“Yo, you’re not pissed about the bracelet, right?”
“Pissed? No way. It’s not that bad. On the bright side, I can use it to strangle Manuel when I see him tomorrow.”
You mocked her way of speech, and earned a giggle from her.
Then, you heard buzzing around you, jumping and rapidly looking around. Tala noticed this, getting up alongside you with her ever-so-familiar dismissive eye roll.
“Relax, it’s just a fly.”
Just as she said that, a loud smack echoed through the air around you; and the bug fell onto the grass. You couldn’t help but sneer at this.
“Gross, you kill flies with your hands?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
You met her gaze, still harbouring the disgusted expression. Your friend, on the other hand, quickly got defensive.
“You know what’s even more gross? A fly laying eggs on you!”
“What?”
“That’s right. If you don’t kill it, it’ll land on your head and lay eggs. Then, they’ll be embedded in your skin forever.”
You laughed and jokingly elbowed her.
“That’s so filthy!”
“You’ll become a bug, Y/N! Trust me on that. You’ll grow wings, and big red eyes, and– and…”
She quickly turned her gaze away, putting one hand on her chin as she pondered.
“Hey, what do bugs do again?”
You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t even sure what they could do besides lay eggs and eat faeces, and probably vomit some acid to melt food, but you knew it wasn’t turning humans into one of their own.
Then, you winced once you heard another buzzing around you, swatting the fly away.
And, even though you were too embarrassed to admit it, you partly believed Tala’s egg theory. You stood up to slap the persistent bug away from you in fear.
“These stupid flies, they’re everywhere! Where are they coming from?!”
Tala simply watched you with a cheeky smile, not bothering to help.
“Hey, maybe they wanna lay eggs on you. Your hair might make a good nest.”
“Help me out?!”
She laughed, sitting with her legs crossed and angling her body towards you. Another fly appeared from nowhere, and they began to buzz around you. And despite your frantic waving, it didn’t help.
“I think I'll just watch. Don’t wanna gross you out.”
You started to grow angrier, the air letting out an audible whoosh as you slapped them away.
And after a few seconds, Tala looked around in concern once she felt something stop around her.
“Gah! Get out of my face, you stupid son of a b–”
Then, a loud bang deafened both you and Tala; a strong gust of wind sweeping both of you off your feet.
But with unnatural speed, Tala grabbed you and you held each other for safety.
And when you opened your eyes, terror surged through you.
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saw major splat 3 spoilers, going to kill myself now ❤
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I just realized you’re alkaline-wine and you’re following us,, dude why, I love you /p
Hehe :3c
Well, some of you guys that were following my art account seemed like cool people, so I decided to follow back with my main :]
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