#WE ARE ALL GOING TO PRETEND I DID NOT FUCK UP THE INCORRECT EYE

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happy belated morbnetsversary have something sad

#WE ARE ALL GOING TO PRETEND I DID NOT FUCK UP THE INCORRECT EYE #by the time i realised i was already too far in to switch it. whatever man i'm committed #tw implied suicide #eyestrain cw #lmao. anyway #brian marble hornets #marble hornets #i'm not tagging the operator. fuck you #to everyone that tries to decipher my tiny awful fucking handwriting: i am sorry. i enjoy pain #my art #uhhhhhhhhhhhh #shit it's been a while #mh #art #illustration #brian mh #brian thomas marble hornets #this is such a fucking mess WE ARE GOING TO IGNORE IT

[l13]

bitter

dunno what brought this on but reader has good taste;P also let's pretend that lyla is team reader x miguel for plot reasons

word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, ex!miguel, aged up bf!hobie<3, miguel has some v descriptive sexual thoughts about you (p in v sex, f!receiving oral), swearing, jealousy, ANGSTTT

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

Miguel often thinks about how he ended up giving in to his desires and starting a situationship with you, how he regrets it when he can tell how you've fallen for him. How your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, looking at him like he hung the moon. He regrets it because that's how he looks at you as well.

Why’d you have to ask him on that stupid date?

“That’d be unprofessional.” is what Miguel had said in reply. Because it was the truth. You were only fucking, nothing more.

You’d scoffed, “Oh come on, Miguel, we’re not office workers. Surely we can go out together?”

“What, fucking me ain’t enough for you?”

You'd huffed, your expression dull, shaking your head in disbelief, “No, actually, it isn’t. I genuinely like you, is that so bad?”

Miguel had ignored the flip his stomach did at your confession “You know why we can’t, now drop it.”

“No, I want you to tell me why.”

“It’s not in the canon” He cringes every time he remembers what he’d said, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was right. He was, but fuck, how he wanted to be wrong. He so desperately wanted it to be him that you were meant to fall in love with, him you were meant to build a life together.

“Fuck the canon.” had been your reply, before you turned to walk away and he'd made no move to follow you.

He'd failed to ignore Lyla when she'd whistled, “That was painful even for me,”

“Jesus- can you not?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, can't interrupt your brooding time. I'm just saying. You prevented the woman of your dreams from falling in love with you, because she's meant to fall for someone else? But that's stupid- Your heart literally jumps when you see her-”

“Lyla I swear to God, if you don't stop talking-”

And now, as he stands in front of your house months later, waiting for you to answer the door, Miguel found himself to be annoyed. Annoyed that he hadn't gotten your mission report on time, and had to come and fetch it for himself.

Some sick, twisted part of his brain wanted you to have forgotten it on purpose, and ignored his calls in order for him to come over, maybe reconcile- fuck your brains out till you're begging him to take you back, even if it meant putting your feelings aside.

“She better be home,” Miguel hisses to himself, his hand massaging his temples, and he doesn't even flinch when Lyla shows up out of nowhere “Oh, she is. The thermal scan picks her up, see? Wait who’s-”

Miguel was thankful for the interruption, but what he saw when you opened the door was not at all what he expected, or was even prepared for.

You were practically naked, an oversized t-shirt covering your body, stopping just under your ass and- Jesus Christ were those thigh highs? Yes they were, pretty ones, too. They were sheer white tights, that ended just in the middle of your plush thighs, the material hugging your legs beautifully, the very top of them decorated with a lace material, giving them a sexy twist.

God, he'd get on his knees right here and now if you just asked-Miguel licked his lips and cleared his throat, quickly averting his gaze, praying that he doesn't appear flustered.

“Miguel! Are you okay? Is something wrong? Hey Lyla-” you seem out of breath as you talk, clearly not bothered by your lack of clothing in front of him. Lyla offers you a bright hello and wave, one you softly smile at.

No, he's not fucking okay.

“I'm great.” he hisses, but really he was trying to convince himself of it. You study him for a bit longer before humming, not believing him for a moment.

“I need the report from the mission that you were sent to do yesterday. The one you forgot to send me.” Miguel inhales sharply and stands taller, trying to hide the fact that your presence damages his brain functionality severely, by trying to look more intimidating.

Memories of last night flash in your mind suddenly, being pressed against your bookshelf, the furniture rattling loudly, books almost toppling to the floor, but you didn’t have the heart in you to care. Not when he was grinding up at you, hand under your thigh to keep you upright as you moaned against his mouth crossing your legs around his waist and bringing him closer, the sound of your watch beeping pulling you out of your trance, “Fuck, wait. T-the reports-”

He undid your watch expertly with one hand, and you gasped trying to snatch it from his grasp, but he held it up above your head, placing it on top of your bookshelf carelessly, before grabbing the top shelf to brace himself and grind himself harder against you, moaning under his breath, “Fuck ‘em.”

Your eyes widen comically, and you sputter, “Right! Shit- fuck. I'm sorry, umm, wait here.” and you slam the door right in his face. Miguel's eyebrow twitches.

There's shuffling from inside before Miguel realizes that you're talking to someone-

“Can you go in five minutes? Please?”

“Nah, ‘m afraid I need to go right now, love. Got things to do, places to be.”

“Can't you open up a portal here?”

“When there’s a perfectly usable front door? I don’ think so,” “C’mon pretty.. what are y’so afraid of?”

“He’s our boss.”

“He’s your ex. Now, if you’re ashamed to be seen with me, I get it-”

“No! Baby, no. I just don’t want to rub it in his face, don't want him to think that I am either,”

“But that’s so boring. Let’s make ‘im suffer, you’ll thank me later-”

“Hob-”

The door opens suddenly and Miguel could act surprised, could act like he’s been waiting for quite a while not knowing what’s going on inside, but he doesn’t. Not when he’s face to face with Hobie. Not when he obviously knows how good Miguel’s hearing is, how he could definitely hear every word that was spoken, not when you’d tried to be nice- tried to whisper and be subtle, not when Hobie blatantly did the opposite out of spite.

So he just stares ahead with a blank face, as Hobie leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. There’s a hickey on his neck and Miguel feels like he might throw up.

And somehow, Miguel still thinks that this is all some sick joke, a prank, a dream. Anything to explain what he's seeing. Because there’s no way you're dating Hobie. There’s no way you fucked Hobie fucking Brown- the single most annoying person in Miguel’s life (after peter, of course). And after what, only eight months after you stopped seeing him? That's how long it took for you to get over him? He can almost hear Lyla laughing in his head, 'You're just bitter that you're not over her yet'

Hobie smirks at him “Hello mate, long time no see.” Miguel at least has the human decency to offer him a curt nod, which Hobie apparently finds hilarious as he huffs out a laugh, “'S alright if I send my report later, right? I'm kind of exhausted right now, did a lot of runnin' yesterday, y'know,”

Lyla visibly winces and disappears a second later.

Running. Miguel needed breathing exercises and he needed them now-

Miguel's eyes snapped to yours. Were you just gonna let Hobie talk all that shit, without saying anything? (Knowing Hobie's life was in imminent danger?) Apparently so, because you just scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. What a great couple you two made.

He refused to believe that this is who you chose, refused to acknowledge that his anger was pointed at himself and not you. He’d never, ever, admit it, not even at gunpoint, but Hobie was a good kid, he’d treat you right and that's what pissed him off the most.

“Fuck the canon.” Hobie would have laughed and nodded in agreement at your words, not Miguel though. Miguel had said nothing and it had cost him his future with you.

Sensing that Miguel wouldn’t reply anytime soon, Hobie just shrugged nonchalantly, “Thanks for understanding, boss.”

Miguel felt like he could hear his own veins pulsing. Boss, he'd called him boss. That little-

Turning to you, Hobie throws a hand around your waist and squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss on your cheek “I'll see you later love, don' forget to put some ice on that, yeah?” he lays a slap on your ass that makes you almost tumble forward, and Hobie's smirk widens when he sees Miguel ball his fists at his sides, nostrils flaring. Hobie throws a wink at Miguel before squeezing through him to walk out, seeing as Miguel didn't make any attempt to get out of the way.

Miguel doesn't turn to see him open up a portal to leave, he's too busy looking at the way the multi-colored lights illuminate your face, how you grin and wave shyly at your boyfriend.

“So sorry about him.. d'you wanna come in?” you ask, shifting from one leg to another once the portal disappears. Miguel just stares at you, eyes hooded, mouth pressed in a tight line.

“Ookay, I’ll just go get the- yeah” you trail off and turn to walk deeper into your apartment, and Miguel hates himself for craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your ass. And then hates himself even more when he thinks about how smug Hobie would be if he knew Miguel was checking out his girl. He'd say some dumb shit like "Wanting somethin' you can't have again, boss?"

Meanwhile, you're standing on your tippy-toes in front of your infamous bookshelf, arm outstretched, trying to grab your watch but to no use, cursing Hobie in your mind for putting it so high up. You had no idea that by trying to get your stupid watch, you were giving Miguel the perfect view of your backside, seeing as your shirt rode up each time you stretched out your arm.

No, fuck that. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Hobie was right. Let him suffer. He chose this, so now he can deal with the consequences.

Miguel wanted to give everything up right then and there. It's funny how quickly you could strip him of his morals, and he just wishes he could have done that before realizing he'd lost you forever. He could picture his future in his mind so clearly, if only he'd just said yes to your question.

“Will you go out with me?"

He’d resign, move out some place nice, next to a beach preferably. Spend his days laying on the sand and drinking piña coladas with no care in the world.

Except you’d be there. Straddling his lap to steal his drink, giggling and laughing when he tried to take it back from you. He’d grab your hips and with a swift motion you'd switch places, your back against the hot sand. The drink would spill from the movement, the liquid falling over your bikini covered tits, and you’d gasp oh-so prettily when he’d bend to lick it all up.

You’d moan even sweeter when he’d move lower, when he’d eat you out till you’re a crying, babbling mess, whining that you can’t take it anymore. Oh, but you could. You would take it, and he’d prove it when he’d later fuck you against the pool, and he’d make sure he fucked you good. Your mewls would be panted against his ear as he’d thrust into you relentlessly, your fingers digging into his wet back, and all he’d taste would be your pretty moans and the faint taste of rum against his tongue.

His cheeks would hurt from how hard he'd be grinning as he stared at you when you both would go for a walk by the beach later. He'd jog up to you, springing you in his arms, nuzzling his head against your hair- your distinctive smell fogging up his brain- your laughter mixing together, as you chased each other through the waves.

When you'd had enough, and stood panting, your -now wet- dress clinging to you like second skin, he'd drop to his knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket, one he was anxious not to drop when he was chasing you around, and you'd gape at him, tears already welling up in your eyes.

You would have said yes that night. In fact, the word would have been repeated against his shoulder as he fucked you later, rolling his hips into you slowly, kissing your pretty tears, holding you, loving you–

“Done! I just sent it–,” you could have sworn you and Miguel shivered at the same time when he blinked down at you, his mouth parted. His eyes were glistening all of a sudden, and it made your whole being fill with a sense of longing and dread.

“Lyla?” you swallowed harshly at Miguel's hoarse tone, gnawing at your lip as you avoided his gaze.

It was as if Lyla knew not to fuck with him either, because she didn't even make him beg for it, instead pulling up a hologram that showed the report, “Yup, got it!”

You cleared your throat, eager to get back into bed and forget the look on his face just now, suddenly feeling nostalgic for a memory you couldn't quite place- “I'm sorry that I forgot, it won’t happen again, promise.”

Yes it will.

“See you back at HQ?”

Miguel hums, not saying anything, not even caring to correct you, because he’d sooner see you in his dreams than at headquarters.

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#•ूᡣ𐭩 — hobie #•ूᡣ𐭩 — miguel #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader

[libbyfandom]

A Modern!Mizu and Reader who act like Jackie and Hyde from "That 70s Show"?!

Highest form of entertainment, would be so funny to see. Enjoy me using Jackie and Hyde quotes as incorrect Mizu and Reader quotes. (Not all of them are direct quotes I paraphrased a bit.)

*something happens and you start crying*

*Akemi, Ringo, and Taigen all coming closer opening their arms*

You: "Mizu!" *runs to her and hugs her while crying*

Mizu: *freezes* *looks at everyone else* "Why does she always come to me?!"

You: "Mizu, you're right. We will never be friends. Because now? I love you!"

Mizu: "Oh my god, would you shut up?!"

You: *runs up behind Mizu and covers her eyes* "Guess who!"

Mizu: "Either it's (Y/N) or it's the cold, clammy hands of death."

You: *uncovers her eyes* "It's (Y/N)!"

Mizu: "Damn it."

You: "What happened?!" *after Mizu punched a guy out*

Mizu: "W-What? Huh? I don't know. We were talking, and he said...bitch... and I just-"

You: "Oh my god. He called me a bitch? And you punched him!"

Mizu: "What? NO!"

You: "Yes! I am the bitch! And you love me!"

Mizu: "You know what your problem is? You're really cute so no one ever told you to shut your piehole."

You: "...you think I'm cute?" :)

Mizu: "SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE."

Mizu: "How could I like her?! I don't like her. Because I can't like her. Sword-Father, if I like her, shoot me!"

Eiji: *makes a finger gun and pretends to fire at her* "POW!"

Mizu: *wide eyed and slack jawed at him*

Mizu: *After being worn down* "(Y/N) get in the car, we'er going on a fucking date."

You: "So. Our first date's almost over."

Mizu: "Yep."

You: "So what'd you think?"

Mizu: "... it was no worse than bowling."

You: "...?"

Mizu: *shrug* *smile* "I don't hate bowling."

Mizu: "You're blackmailing me?"

You: *nods*

Mizu: *grinning* "You're coming along nicely."

You: "But just know, I'm really lowering my standards."

Mizu: "That makes two of us."

You: "-but I think it's a real waste because I love you!"

*stunned silence*

Mizu: *panicking* ".... I'M NOT SAYING IT BACK!"

You: "I don't care."

Mizu: "Damn it!" *sigh* "...So are we gonna go to the dance or what?"

You: "Mizu, I want to be with you."

Mizu: ".... I do want to be with you."

You: "Because you loooooo-"

Mizu: "Don't push it."

You: "Okay." *smiles and kisses her*

You: "Akemi, just do what I did to get over my ex."

Akemi: "Make out with Mizu?"

You: "I thought I lost my pudding pop forever."

Mizu: "You wanna hear something sick? I actually missed you calling me pudding pop."

Mizu: "Happy Birthday." *hands you a gift*

You: *a little confused* "It's a Led Zeppelin T-Shirt! ... and it's used...!"

Mizu: *smiles* "Yeah, that's my favorite one. You're with me now, so I wanted you to have it."

Ringo: "You love loud girl!"

Mizu: *genuinely* "Maybe I do."

*Mizu catches you trying on wedding dresses with Akemi*

You: *upset* "Okay, Mizu. I know I promised I wouldn't do any wedding stuff and I know you're probably really mad so just... go ahead and yell."

Mizu: *stunned* "...You're beautiful."

Ringo: *serious* "Look, before her, you were just some pissed off girl in my apartment. But with her, I mean, you seem happy, Mizu."

Mizu: "Hey, I'm not happy. I'm just less pissed off."

#mizu #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blueeyesamurai #blue eye samurai x reader #modern mizu

[blackbirdi]

Marauders Incorrect Quotes #2

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Sirius: If the moon is made out of cheese and Saturn is six, how many pancakes can you eat on Mars?

James: Yellow.

Sirius: The correct answer is ‘packing peanuts’.

James: *Eyes eyes widening in realization* Oh, I see. If you carry the two and —

Remus: *Clearly in distress* WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?

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Sirius: *Absolutely ecstatic* DUDE! ALL MY FRIENDS HAVE BIRTHDAYS THIS YEAR!

Remus: *Under his breath* What in the actual fuck!?

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Sirius: Regulus Black … otherwise known as ‘the poor man’s Sirius Black’.

Remus: No one calls him that except you.

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*AU where no one died and Harry goes to muggle school still cause Lily wanted him to experience it.*

Lily: Harry got sent home from school today.

James: Oh? What happened now?

Harry: *Age seven, smiling up at James as he recites* My dad is beauty, my dad is grace, my dad is not afraid to punch you in the face!

Lily:

James: *Trying not to cry*

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Remus: *Peacefully talking to Lily* When I was younger I used to be made fun of a lot.

The rest of the Marauders: *Appear out of butt fuck nowhere and slamming a piece of parchment and quill down in front of Remus* Write their names down and we will make them pay!

Remus:

Lily:

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Sirius: I’m the most chill person I know.

Remus: Yesterday we went to McDonald’s and they accidentally gave you the wrong McFlurry, so you stood on the counter and screamed ‘YOU MCFUCKED UP!’ and then proceeded to throw the McFlurry at them.

Sirius: … And?

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Sirius: Why are you always smiling?

James: Because my whole life is a joke.

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Remus: What colour is James’s shirt?

Sirius: Grey.

Peter: Light grey.

Remus: Go on, tell them what colour you thought it was.

James: … Dark white.

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Lily: *Scolding the Marauders after they get pissed drunk* Alcohol is not the answer!

Sirius: *Quite obviously drunk* But it certainly makes you forget the question.

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James: Why are you looking at us through a fork?

Remus: I’m pretending you guys are in jail.

Sirius: Why?

Remus: It’s spiritual healing.

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Muggle Police Officer: You’re under arrest for carrying three people on this motorcycle!

Sirius, who had been driving: Wait, three?

Muggle Police Officer: *Slightly confused* …Yes…?

James: WHEN DID PETER FALL OFF?

Remus: *Muttering under his breath* I told you guys this was a stupid idea.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #regulus black #jily #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony #padfoot

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 27

Pairing: Wolf!Chan x Fem!Reader Prompt: Hybrid (furry) WC: 3.4k Summary: Your yearly visit home to catch up with your neighborhood friends was something you looked forward to every summer. Especially your fleeting moments with Chan. There’d always been something inexplicable about him, about the two of you. TW/CW: Knotting, rut/heat (implied), breeding, predator/prey, dubious consent. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Extended tw under the cut, 

Dubcon all the way. Obviously two sides to wolf!chan, this might fit better under omegaverse? I’m not a consumer of either hybrid or omegaverse really so I’m sorry if i get stuff incorrect. This gets dark, reader kinda likes it? Sort of more Werewolf than wolf. i’m unsure of what kind of tw/cw are needed but I think i covered it.

“Let’s play wolves,” Chan’s eyes flash amber. Smiling, but not. It’s not Chan’s smile. He stalks closer.  “Chan?” Fight, fawn, or freeze and your body has elected the latter of the options. Standing still as he circles around you “C’mon, let’s play wolves. Like we used to.” “C-Christopher. You’re scaring me.” Pulse rushing loudly between your ears it’s hard to think. Full animal instincts kicking in. He presses his wide chest to yours, lips to the outer shell of your ear.

“Run little wolf.”

It had started when you were young. Pretend games you’d play with the neighborhood kids, wholly innocent. The first game was “three little pigs” where the “big bad wolf” would stalk the playground, trying to stop the “pigs” from getting to their “houses” but as the neighborhood grew so did the game. Now you were rival wolf packs, able to act together in teams, almost a large scale tackle football game without the ball. You were kids pretending to be wolves, you were rough with each other. It was all in the name of pretend.

This did not feel like pretend. 

It was a split second, calves tensing beneath you and jolting your body forward into a full sprint in no particular direction. Not until you are well into the woods at the edge of the neighborhood park do you realize just how utterly fucked you are. It was your fault. Of course it was your fault. You’d pushed Chan to come out with you to the old playground to kick back a couple drinks and reminisce. You’d seen how antsy he was, unable to say no to your insistent pleas. You’d even kept him out an hour passed when he said he’d need to be back for unnamed “prior engagements”. How stupid could you have been. 

There’d always been something different about Chan and his family. Unnaturally beautiful, unnaturally charismatic, natural leaders. Chan was one of the few neighborhood boys that stuck it out with the girls during the great puberty divide. Never falling victim to “girls have cooties.” Always ready with a small bit of chocolate to satisfy sudden craving. The girls of the neighborhood loved his gentle and understanding nature. Good at playing both cute younger brother and doting elder. 

From behind the large tree you’d concealed yourself with your hearing strained. Sense of sight dulled by the lack of light every other sense was sent into overdrive. But why were you running from him? It was just Chan, just Chan playing around. You repeat it over and over trying to make yourself believe it. It’s just Chan. The sound of a twig snapping sends you into high alert, spine stiffening. If it was just Chan why are you reacting like this? He’s going to laugh at how good he’d gotten you.

Another twig snaps. Your nails dig into the rough bark of the tree. 

This was ridiculous. You felt ridiculous. Just turn around and head back out the way you came. There’s a telltale tickle to the back of your spine, some vestigial nerve that tells you he’s almost on you. Holding your breath you hear more snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves. You crouch in place. Fight, fawn, or freeze. The noise of the woods stops suddenly. Silence. You can hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears. Silence. You stand up slowly and place your back against the tree and that’s when you seem them. Two flashes of amber in the dark. Fight, fawn, or freeze.

Your breath catches in your chest. He’s terrifying. Perked pointy ears sprouting from his head, muscles swollen and hulking, eyes flashing in the full moon light. He’s not Chan. You’re not even sure he’s Christopher. You're not sure what he is. Your caught breath is forced into a shrill scream as a sudden force nails your back in place. “Caught you little wolf.” Chan’s hands grip your shoulders, pushing them  You bare your teeth at him and growl. “Fine Chan, if you want to play wolves, I’ll play wolves.” you think. And then you latch your arms around his elbow and drop your weight to escape his caging. 

The last time you played wolves it was an equal match. Chan had lost his baby fat but not yet built the muscle has now. You’d had time to adjust to your changed body but lost the androgyny of your younger self. It started as many wolves games did, playful threatening to kiss the other person. Harmless, neither of you actually intended on kissing the other, just saying things to get under the skin of the other person until they snapped. The game ended with the two of you out of breath, grass ground into your jeans and bodies in a tangled exhausted knot. You’d known the game had changed but you weren’t sure how.

Chan caught your escape move in a backhug, pinning your arms at your sides. It’s stronger than a hug, almost suffocating. Legs kicking and thrashing you try to free yourself. Teeth biting into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you moan and go limp. Pain and then pleasure sweeps over your body in a second. Both you and Chan sink to your knees, still connected by his bite, onto the forest floor. One thick arm shifts upwards, hand palming your breast and kneading. The other shifts downwards to your waistband, fingers deftly slipping beneath. It's difficult to even think of fighting as your body relinquishes its weight into his chest with a sigh.

“If you’re giving up, little wolf, I get to claim you,” he sounds happy yet it comes out menacing, hands still working in tandem. Your head lolls back to his shoulder in sharp contrast to your body tensing and pulsing and squirming. Something in the bite, you tell yourself, you convince yourself, something in the bite. You must be bleeding out from the bite. The forest blurs. The bite was so- 

“You smell, so good my little wolf,” he mutters as he rubs his face against your collarbone. “Now that we are out here, now that you smell like you…” he trails off into a growl. “Now that you smell like my mate.”

“Mate. His little pretty wolf,” you think dumbly, Eyes slide back in your skull as waves of pheromones roll off of Chan and crash into you. You jolt back into your mind. No. Not mate. Not his mate. Whatever he means by mate. 

He licks the unmawled side of your neck, taking the flesh between his teeth and leaving a small imprint. Mate. You say the word over and over in your head at varying tempos, enthralled as he marks up and down your shoulder and neck. The repetition of the word nearly hypnotizes you. Chan’s hand works its way under and up your shirt and bra, thumb passing over your pebbled nipple. The insistent press of his hardened cock reminding you suddenly of the reality of the situation.  “Chan, we’re too old to play wolves anymore,” you murmur in his ear.

“I was never playing wolves.” He nearly roars as he shoves you over face into the dirt, a total shift from mear millisecond before. The fabric of your shirt bunched tight in his fist, pressing into the small of your back and forcing you into an exaggerated arch you are all but pinned beneath him. 

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. He’s not Chan, he’s not your Channie. He’s not the kind boy who’d venture bravely into the drugstore when it was nearing that time of the month. He’s not even the gentle man who insisted on obeying curfew. He’s an animal.  You feel his fingers dig into your lower back around your pants waistband. With a swift yank he pulls both your pants and panties down to your knees as though it were nothing. Two rough fingers rub up and down your slit, teasing your entrance. Despite your tears you are embarrassingly horny. Desperately horny. Your pussy is practically dripping on him.

“No more fight ok?” He dips into you slowly. “No more fight or it will hurt.”

You nod. Just his fingers fill you well. Your body betrays you as it fucks back at every thrust of his digits into your cunt. Lewd squelching sounds fill the air, taunting him. If he wasn’t obsessed before he was now. Obsessed with your glistening folds, wet and pretty just for him. Releasing your shirt he wraps the same arm around your waist, hoisting you into his lap. From this angle he adjusts his arm to better pound into you using each part of his magnificent arms.

“My mate, my little wolf,” he’s whispering again, two fingers deep in your slick pussy. “Feel better?” He plunges into you, over and over. “Feel better to be a good little mate?”

Pulse elevated and blood rushing from your brain to your cunt it’s too much to think. He’s right. It is easier. Chan senses your orgasm coming before you do. Heartbeat accelerating, breathing shallow and quick, blood pressure dipping. He can feel all of it. Immediately as you peak he slows down, riding you through it, digits stroking your inner walls slowly and persistently as they clench and pulse around him, dripping down onto his hand. Entire body relaxed and draped over his lap, you’re on a far away planet. You want to kiss him. You want him to hold you. He doesn’t. You moan as he slides his fingers from you, licking them clean with small accented pops.

He grunts. Another animal instinct.

Both palms pressing into your ass cheeks he spreads you, night air cool to your overheated body. Face disappearing you feel a wet wriggling intrusion at your exposed holes. Tongue licking messy fat stripes up your slit to your ass Chan eats as though your cunt was his favorite flavor of ice cream, greedily sucking and slurping. Fucking his tongue into your little hole he makes your legs shake and knees wobble in protest of the overstimulation. You want to cum again, christ you want to but it hurts. It’s too soon. Abdomen burning and tensing as his lips wrap around your clit, you need it and want it but it just hurts so much.

Fat shameful tears roll down your cheeks, the pain feels good. A dark part of you needs him. You need him to claim you. Another orgasm squeezes out of you, sobbing, walls clenching around nothing. He laughs, a short puff of air coming in contact with your oversensitive nub, making you squirm. “Breed?” He affectionately pats your pussy. As though he was planning on giving you a choice. “Please,” you whimper softly. Even to your ears you sound so desperate it makes you want to hide, curled in a tiny ball. 

Dropped into the dirt of the forest you hear him unzip and pull his pants down before grabbing your waist and lifting you, manhandling you, up and against the tree. Standing back to shuck your pants fully off you can finally appreciate him. Every inch of his body is tense, muscles fully activated. Fat cock head glistening with precum, his shaft is equally frighteningly thick, only more noticeable by comparison as it prods your stomach.  

“Will it fit,” you ask breathlessly as he hitches one of your legs over his hip, squishing you together, dick rubbing between your pelvises. “Hastto,” he mumbles into your collarbone. “Yermymate.”

He’s positively pussy drunk as he slides his dick up and down your folds, coating himself in you before aligning with your entrance. Teasing your swollen lips his tip barely pushes past the ring of pelvic floor muscles, it’s so tight It burns. The slide downwards is slow and stead as gravity works with his strained rocking to spear you on him. Your eyes squeeze shut and you brace your arms over his shoulders, pressing up and away from the source of pain. 

Chan’s heart hurts hearing your small whines. He wants to be kind, the human part of him deep down wants him to be gentle and slow and have properly trained you, prepared you for this eventuality. Calm. The wolf needs to be calm if he wants this, if he wants you like Chan wants you. The wolf wants to grab your waist and pull you down onto him. That part of him knows the pain is temporary, necessary even. But it waits by the wish of the man who shares this body.

“Hurt?” Chan nuzzles the tear stains on your cheek. His nails grip the bark of the tree.  “A lot!” the words bubble up into a yelp, your standing leg shaking, foot on its tiptoes. He withdraws and you go limp, panting. “Ground,” simple and gruff, but you do it.

Hands and knees in the grass and leaves and dirt you feel him crawl between your waiting thighs. He plunges forward with a grunt to the same depth as before. You groan and falter forward onto your elbows. Fabric of his shirt pulled up between his lips he watches his hips gently rock the two of you back and forth, each small thrust pushing him slowly further into your tight warm cunt. Pussy lips tightly stretched around him the blood from his body rushes down, engorging his already rock hard erection. The worst is yet to come for you, the human in him knows this to be the case, but the wolf is ecstatic.

Writhing and whining you know his cock isn’t even half in you and it’s splitting you open. You’d had a few partners but none with as impressive of girth as his. His palm rubbing your sacrum to calm you he inched forward, “good mate. Taking me so well. I know my little wolf I know,” his chest swells with pride as he watches your pussy straining to accommodate him. “Good mate, only little more.”

The stretch is painful but addictive, dosing out little jolts of pleasure as you rock back onto him. Something deep within you, a small part that evolution forgot to remove, knows that as painful as it is, the sooner he can be fully seated in you the sooner the pain can be soothed and overwritten. Chan leans over and kisses between your shoulder blades. A small gesture of comfort. Still somehow inhuman. It’s only when he is this close that you hear his small yips and grumbly growls under his breath. You want him to stay there. You want to hear him. You want him close. Arm shaking and stretched behind you, you try to grab onto whatever you can of him. Taut muscles push back at your fingers, his thigh. A mistake. A huge mistake.

The wolf seizes him. 

He howls.

In one swift motion he wraps his arms under your shoulders and pulls you back onto him. You gasp as the wind is knocked out of you. It burns. You’re so full. You can’t get any more full. His cock fills any space left inside of you. Your walls spasm around him trying to adjust to the intrusion. If he hadn’t held you your face would certainly be resting in the mud again. Legs fighting and scrambling, too weak to be of any use, you scream. Barely giving you time to adjust he pulls you off and slams you back down again. Slow, steady and bruising. Noises get knocked out of you, noises you’ve never heard yourself make. Sensory input on overload your mind fuzzes, giving yourself over. Chan pulls you up like a ragdoll, head lolling back onto his shoulder, still kneeling in the dirt.

“Good. Mate.” he punctuates his thrusts. “Pretty. Mate.” He puts his hand below your belly button, cradling you. A groan rumbles in his throat feeling the bulging imprint of the head of his cock forcing your stomach to distend. “Gonna look so good and round. Perfect for pups. My pups. My mate.” “Full. Channie please. Too full.”  “You can take it.” He is stupidly earnest in his proclamation. His fiercess has drained slightly, transformed into excitement and bliss. Hips slowing back into a gentle rocking of their own accord he nuzzles and licks the bruised mark on your shoulder. Lost to the feeling he barely notices the half moon indents that litter his skin. Your jaw unhinged and tongue inviting he presses two fingers against your tongue, wetting them with your spit before taking them to circle your throbbing clit. A man focused and dedicated he quickly works you up, legs shaking and chest heaving. “Tha’s’it. Greedy pussy- suckin’ me in. “M-m-m-more-” you shudder. 

Having properly turned your legs into useless appendages you’re silently glad Chan seems happy enough to handle you like a human fleshlight. Vision blurred, ears filled with the rushing of your heartbeat, with every strangled gasp you try to gain hold of your senses, lost to the luxury of submission. Bodily fluids trickle down and mix into the earth mixing and mudding up your skin. Your walls clench around him, trying their best to force the cum from him but coming up with nothing. He keeps going, harder although it seems impossible. Suddenly you’re glad for the cover of the forest, your screams and grunts echoing into the tree cover. You could never, not even with the thickest soundproofing, be this primal anywhere near human societies. Not without the cops being called or an angry note from a neighbor.

Between the raucous moans your body warns you of a new presence, rubbing at your entrance. Looking between your legs in horror you see a red swelling at the base of his dick attempting to squish itself into your abused hole. “What is that?” You scream as he pumps. “Channie. Chan. Chris? CHRISTOPHER?” Your voice grows shrill with panic as the section of swollen cock pushes more and more insistently, catching on your pelvic floor. “Mate,” he snarls. “Gonna mate. Got to mate. Knot you so deep. Won’t run. Can’t.” Hocking a glob of spit at the base of his cock onto the knot he wastes no time as you babble incoherently. Teeth sinking back into the previous bite the pain pacifices you, leaving you limp in his arms as he jams the knot past the tight ring of muscle and bone. Pressure blocking your ears, your vocal chords are too tense to make a sound as your mouth hangs in a silent scream, both you and Chan flattening into the brush.You tip at the edge of consciousness, bright white pain searing in your gut. The slow drag of his knot past your gspot muddles the agony with ecstasy, body releasing around him almost as if to better lubricate and ease it in. A sick sense of pride blooms in your chest. Distended with his seed, it’s over. It’s fucking over. As he tenderly licks the wound at your shoulder you sigh. The ground is warm, the ground is where you’ll sleep. Chan is still hunched over you, panting, wolfish ears flattening back down. Cock still pulsing into your walls, knot snug to your cervix. His kisses litter the shell of your ear, your neck, your shoulders. Small apologetic pecks as he rolls you to your side. 

“I’m - I didn’t mean to tell you this way,” overwhelming guilt settles in Chan’s brain, replacing the wolf that curls to rest at the back of his mind, happily swaddled. “I didn’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t- it didn’t- fuck.”

“I’m cold.”

“I can’t-we can’t move too much but-” Chan wrapped himself over you, guarding you from the air. He’s warm and heavy and sticky and he smells earthy but somehow all of this is comforting. This is Chan. “How long like this?” You mumble sleepily. “Maybe 30, or 40 minutes? I’m…” he drifts off again. Stomach expanding and contracting you can feel his heavy sigh. “Words can’t describe. I can’t- I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you about me, about my family, about my pack. It feels stupid now. I’m sure you can guess. I tried to use the wolf for good but sometimes. I shouldn’t have agreed-” “Chan shut up.”

“Right.”

In silence you kiss his skin where you can reach. Draped over you as he is. Words are not for tonight. Not for the half wolf breathing into your hair. Not until you are long cleaned up and toweled off. Not until you are out of the woods. No more games. No more pretend. Just you and him.

#bang chan smut #bang chan x fem!reader #chan smut #chan skz smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #wolf!chan smut #february filth fest

[fog-and-rust]

Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 4 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)

Sebastian: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit now has a body count.

***

[At some point in the beginning of the game. Let's pretend that teachers are concerned with bullying]

Professor Weasley: What would you do if one of your classmates viciously teased you again and again?

Ellie: Oh, that’s easy. I’d take a quill—

Professor Weasley: To write something to your teacher?

Ellie: —make sure that it’s really sharp, and ram it into their eye at full tilt! Leander always says the quill is mightier than the sword because they can’t outlaw bringing quills to school!

Professor Weasley: *internal screaming*

***

Sebastian: I have yet to encounter a problem where an Unforgivable Curse didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

Anne: This is why uncle doesn't fucking love you!

***

Ellie: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Leander: Several school rules violations.

Ominis: Three counts of using my relations.

Garreth: Roughly thirteen vials of my latest experiment.

Imelda: Also, I used the enchanted bludgers to hurry them up.

***

[MC keeps using her friends to break into Ravenclaw common room]

Ravenclaw knocker: What is a dream?

Ominis: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

[the door opens]

Ellie: That's too dark, edgelord.

***

[After Astronomy lesson]

Garreth: Ellie has no survival skills, her need to win has replaced them.

Amit: That can't be true!

Garreth: Watch this.

Garreth: Hey Ellie, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Ellie: *jumps from Astronomy tower*

***

[After she and Poppy freed a dragon]

Leander: What in Merlin's name is wrong with you??

Ellie: What? No good morning?

Leander: Good morning, what in Merlin's name is wrong with you??

***

[The squad gathers in the Room of Requirement]

Ellie: Alright, listen up you psychos.

Ellie: Not you, Amit. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

***

[In the goblin mines]

Ellie: We have fun, don’t we, Amit?

Amit: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

***

Ellie: We are not mad, Sebastian. We are just disappointed.

Ominis: No, we are mad.

Ellie: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.

Ominis: No, we’re not!

Ellie: I am not a mind reader, Ominis!

***

Duncan: Everett, Ellie keeps bullying me, what should I do?

Everett: Ask a teacher for help.

[The next day…]

Duncan, to Professor Ronen: Will you help me beat up Ellie?

***

Professor Weasley: Godric's heart, how would you explain this kind of crude behaviour?

Sebastian: I'm gonna have to say verbally.

Ellie: Because judging by that tone of voice...

Garreth: ... You might not be in the mood for the dance performance we've prepared.

***

Ellie: That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.

Amit: For the benefit of everyone present, I will clarify this is not a challenge.

Sebastian, Poppy, Natty & Garreth: Awww...

***

Ellie *going on another quest*: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Poppy: Of course, I can't flip this table by myself.

***

[AU where Leander and Ellie are the ones who fight a troll in Hogsmeade]

Ellie: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Leander: The power to believe in myself!?

Ellie: No, you already know Diffindo! Slash it!

***

Sebastian: Am I going to far?

Ominis: No, no, no. You went too far about 2 weeks ago. Now you’re going to Azkaban.

***

Ellie: *sneaking in Hufflepuff common room late at night*

Poppy: *sitting on a sofa and casting Lumos* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Ellie: I was stargazing with Amit?

Amit: *sitting on another sofa and also casting Lumos* Wanna try again?

***

Ellie: I have so much energy, I want to compete with Imelda or commit a petty felony... which should I do?

Leander: Please don’t get arrested.

Ellie: No promises!

Sebastian: Why not both? Get creative!

Ellie: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.

Leander: Please don’t encourage her, Sebastian.

***

Amit: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Everett: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

Duncan: Puffskeins?

Samantha: Cornish pixies?

Ellie *chilling in Ravenclaw common room*: Chomping Cabbages.

***

[the Squad at flying lesson]

Garreth, Leander, and Amit: *flying normally, enjoying the view and talking*

Imelda, Poppy, and Ellie: *flying past them, as fast as they can, chasing Duncan who is screaming*

***

Poppy: Could you at least try to see this from my perspective?

Natty: *crouches down*

Imelda: *kneels down*

Ellie: *sits on the floor*

Poppy: ...

Poppy: I hate all of you.

***

Ellie: *falls down the stairs*

Amit: Are you okay?

Leander: Stop falling down the stairs!

Duncan: How’d the ground taste?

Ellie: *getting up like nothing happened*

Ellie: *releases Chomping Cabbages*

Duncan: Mom, pick me up, I'm scared.

#hogwarts legacy #incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #professor weasley #leander prewett #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #everett clopton #samantha dale #imelda reyes #duncan hobhouse #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #anne sallow

[howlingday]

Can you do some Mallory scenes from Archer (maybe with Raven or Salem) please?

Ah, I'm very familiar with Mallory in my RWBY incorrect quotes.

So why fix what's broken?

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Yang: You know, when I was little, I used to pretend you weren't my mother.

Raven: Me, too.

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Raven: Well, Mr. Arc, we did it.

Jaune: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess we did.

Raven: We wrote the script for the next summer blockbuster. An adult. Sexy. Thriller~.

Jaune: Uh... Y-Yeah...

Raven: ...

Jaune: ...

Raven: (Tackles Jaune) Oh, yes! Take me! Ravish me, my king of kings~!

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Ruby: Have a good time, Aunt Raven. And... I'm genuinely meaning that.

Raven: Oh, blow it out your ass.

Taiyang: (Chuckles) Good night, Ruby. (Drives off)

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Raven: It's my third biggest fear; Taiyang comes home with another dark-haired whore shouting, "We're married~!"

Raven: ...Oh, and the whore has an eye-patch.

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???: Billy Bob Jo Bob Bumperthump of Tubthumper Records. Are you that little gal's manager, Misses...

Raven: Oh, actually it's Miss.

Blake: It's actually Misses.

Raven: Will you butt out?

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Raven: I swear to everything that is, was, and ever will be considered divine and holy that if you ever come near this child or any of my other grandchildren again, the implied threat is that I will bisect you from the genitalia up and then sit back and watch you bleed to death while chugging some low quality moonshine.

Raven: Now, are we clear?

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Jaune: Sorry... J.J. was up all night coughing.

Raven: Did you try whiskey?

Jaune: You know, I was going to, but then I decided, no, I wasn't.

Raven: It always worked on Ruby.

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Raven: What are you doing? Get up there and entertain those people!

Weiss: What do you want me to do? Climb on stage and do a strip-tease?

Raven: (Looks her up and down)

Weiss: (Covers herself) That was a joke.

Raven: Clearly.

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Nora: YOU WANT ME TO BE A WHORE?!

Raven: Oh, don't think of it as being a whore. You'd be more of a... a courtesan.

Nora: Who men pay for sex!

Raven: And sparkling conversation! And not just men, either.

Nora: Ugh!

Raven: Oh, don't be a prude. And if you want to be technical, they would be paying me, and I would be paying you... a percentage.

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Ruby: I know it looks bad, but I'm sure we'll be okay. Besides, we have Aunt Raven out there, probably getting together a search party for us.

Raven: (Relaxing) Mm... I feel like I should check why their comms are down. (Sips drink) But it could probably wait...

Ren: (Relaxing) Everything can wait...

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Raven: Starting today, huntsmen and huntresses are no longer permitted to drink while on duty.

Raven: (Swigs jug)

Raven: With certain exceptions, of course.

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Yang: Ugh... Do you need to wear that catsuit?

Raven: Oh, it's not for me. This is more... a public service.

#rwby #archer #raven branwen #yang xiao long #ruby rose #jaune arc #canary #tairaven #taiyang xiao long #seriously I hate these fucking polls and the way they're positioned and how you can't fucking delete them #blake belladonna #lie ren #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie

[lyrabythelake]

Three Out of Four Ain’t Bad

I wrote this a while ago for the anniversary writing competition on discord and completely forgot it existed until I look through my files earlier! Anyway, seeing as I probably won’t be posting drabbles for a little bit, I thought I’d post it here

“Don’t panic,” says Red, “he’ll turn up eventually, just you wait.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Green’s harried pacing back and forth is somewhat deterred by the boulders that litter the ground. “Let’s face it, as much as I hate to admit it, we can’t function without Vio.”

“Maybe it’ll be nice,” says Blue, picking dirt from beneath his nails in a manner far too casual for their current predicament, “not to have anyone bossing us around, telling us what to do.”

“Oh, Blue, you don’t mean that—“ Red begins as Green halts violently mid-pace and advances on Blue. 

“That kind of thinking is what got us into this mess,” he growls, prodding his forefinger into Blue’s chest. “Stop pretending this isn’t all your fault!”

Blue’s eyes narrow in familiar anger. 

“My fault? Oh, really? Because that’s not exactly how I remember it.”

“Guys,” says Red helplessly. 

“How do you remember it then? Because if I recall, you said some really nasty things to Vio last night, and now he’s gone!”

“Guys!”

“It was warranted! You agree with me, I know you do, you were just too scared to say it!”

“Me? Scared?! There’s never been a day in our life where I’ve felt scared. I just didn’t want an argument to cause discord between us, and—oh, look, it did.”

“You—"

“GUYS!”

Green and Blue eyes snap to Red, their surprise at his uncharacteristically forceful tone enough to halt their argument. 

“Someone’s coming,” Red hisses. “Listen.”

Sure enough, the sound of footsteps and the unbridled chatter of several people can be heard approaching rapidly up the mountain. 

“Oh, Din’s freaking firecrackers,” curses Red. “It’s them. What are we going to do?!”

“Just say ‘fuck,’ Red,” Green says tiredly. “I think the situation warrants it.”

“What do you think would happen if we tried to combine just us three?” Blue asks as if with only mild interest in the prospect.

“Let’s do it,” Green says, without more than a second’s hesitation.

“Are you sure?” asks Red, growing noticeably more anxious as their friends near. “Is it even possible? What if—”

“—We don’t have any other choice unless we want to reveal our secret, and we shouldn’t do that without Vio. Now, hurry up! Let’s go!”

With much hesitation from Red, the three hold their swords out between them, the pointed ends touching in the centre.

“This is so wrong,” mutters Red, and the others don’t have to agree out loud. This ritual they’ve performed dozens of times looks entirely incorrect without Vio there, like a jigsaw missing one of its central pieces.

They close their eyes and let the power of the Four Sword rush through them, their colours converging into one bright light; green, red, blue, and—

They give a collective gasp at the feeling of Vio’s lacking presence. It’s like expecting there to be an extra step at the top of a staircase when there’s only thin air, except worse than that, like their foot falls through nothing and keeps going. It’s like falling off a cliff and never reaching the bottom, tumbling through a void, and—”

“Could you stop with the dramatic metaphors, Green, it’s not helping!” shouts Blue, and none of them are sure if it was said out loud or in their mind as they finally intertwine completely, their minds melding into one consciousness.

Four stands doubled over, hand grasping the edge of a boulder as he tries to catch his breath.

“Well, that was harrowing,” he mutters. He feels off balance, like his centre of gravity isn’t quite what he’s used to. His mind is more jumbled than it has been for years with one of its integral counterparts missing.

“Four?”

A glance shows Warriors emerging over the top of the mountain, Wind behind him, followed shortly by everyone else.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Sky notes, obviously deflating with relief. “We were worried about you. We woke up and you were gone!”

“Yep,” says Four, scrabbling to find coherence within his jumbled thoughts. “Totally here. All present and accounted for, no need to worry about us— me, I mean me, because I am one, whole, single entity…”

Smooth, a Blue coloured thought deadpans with only a small amount of amusement. It’s difficult to think of himself as one person when his thoughts are grating on each other like this.

“Err…” begins Wild, face contorted with confusion. The remaining seven faces aren’t far off mirroring it.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Warriors asks with a frown. “You seem… off.”

Four, coming to the conclusion silence would be better than… whatever that was, simply nods.

“You changed your tunic,” Wind notes casually.

Four widens his eyes and glances down at his outfit, and—huh, well isn’t that that interesting. Instead of the usual violet that graces the bottom right, there’s a plain, unembroidered green. 

“I feel like you’re kinda monopolising on our fashion choices now, Green,” a blue thought mutters.

“What was that?” asks Legend.

“Nothing!” Four says quickly.

Oh, holy hecking Hylia, a red coloured thought thinks, they’re all staring at us. What are we going to do?!

“Time?” he says suddenly, looking over at the one person who knows his secret. “Could we—I—talk to you for a second?”

Time raises an eyebrow, eyes flickering from his face to the extra green patch on his tunic then back again. Four isn’t entirely sure how much he’s deduced, but he nods once before turning back down the path. 

“You aren’t going to share with the class?” Warriors calls after him as he follows Time. “You can’t just run off like you did last night, Four, something could’ve happened.” Just as Four starts to drift out of earshot, he hears him sigh. “Fine. I guess we’ll wait here then.”

Time stops behind a large boulder, the others out of both sight and hearing range. The slope is steeper here and the view of a parallel mountain range spreads out in front of them, a dark, jagged line on the overcast horizon.

“What’s going on, Four?” Time asks, straight to the point.

“Vio’s missing,” he says hurriedly, all the panic of the last couple of hours released in that one admission.

“Vio, as in…”

“As in Violet. As in a quarter of my actual mind and personality. He also happens to be the part that provides clarity and calmness and, you know what, I’m just going to say it, the only part with any kind of rationality” (A blue coloured growl sounds angrily in his head at that) “so I’m kind of freaking out!”

“Hm,” Time says contemplatively. “That does sound like a problem. Why did he leave?”

Four hesitates.

“We had an argument last night. Blue thinks Vio’s too… controlling, I suppose. Dominating. He told him to back off, let him lead for a change, and, well, I guess he did. Literally. We woke up already split, Vio missing, and we ran before anyone could see us.”

He runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what to do, Time. This has never happened before; I didn’t even know it was possible. What if something’s happened to him?! I feel all weird and off balance and not myself, and—”

He pauses as Time puts two hands on his shoulders and looks him in the eye.

“Four? You need to calm down. We’ll find Vio and figure this out. Take a deep breath.”

Four does, forcing tranquillity where it usually comes naturally.

“Have you any idea where he might go?”

Four thinks. He sorts through his jumbled, contradicting thoughts, through the empty spaces where Vio’s input should be.

Red thinks of the Minish who are always ready to welcome him for dinner when he’s having a bad day. But the landscape here is barren and rocky and he hasn’t seen a single one since they began ascending this mountain.

Green thinks of Vio’s affinity for high places, the wind in his hair and the clarity of mind that comes with being closer to the sky. But this whole damn place is high in altitude; there’s no way to narrow it down. 

“I don’t know!” he says frustratedly. Time opens his mouth to reply, but stops suddenly, tilting his head, seemingly listening for something in the distance

“There’s a commotion with the others,” he says. Four can’t hear anything, but Time’s senses have always been better than his. He looks at Four guiltily. “I need to check on them, but I’ll come straight back.”

Four sighs.

“I may as well come with you.”

As they traipse back up the slope, the sounds Time had heard become audible to him. But instead of the scuffle of battle he expected, there’s no clang of swords against shields, just an overexcited babble of conversation.

He and Time peak the hill, and the others come into view. Their attention seems to be focused on one figure. One small, colourful… oh. Oh no.

“I don’t understand, though!” he Wind cries, throwing his arms up in the air. “Why do you keep changing your tunic, Four?!

Time tugs the real Four (or three parts of the real Four) behind a boulder, just as Twilight says, “And you still haven’t told us how you appeared from the opposite side of the mountain to where you just left.”

“So, I found Vio,” Time whispers with a lopsided grin.

“Oh Hylia,” Four replies, heart fluttering madly. “This was his plan all along. Lure us away only to swoop in and replace us completely. That conniving, grape-coloured little—!”

“Don’t worry,” Time stops him calmly, though humour still plays on his lips, “Leave this to me.”

The next thing he knows, Time is striding towards the group of heroes, clear anger in his gait. 

“Four!” he shouts, making eight faces snap towards him. They’re noticeably startled; Time’s anger is not something to be trifled with, and even if it isn’t entirely real, it’s certainly convincing.

“We were in the middle of an important conversation, it was completely irresponsible of you to run off like that!”

Vio is wide-eyed in the presence of Time’s shadow, and the others stare with varying degrees of grimaces.

“Um…” Vio starts. “I’m sorry, Time, I—”

“Come with me,” Time interrupts sharply, and wow is he laying it on thick. “We have matters to discuss.”

Vio has no choice but to follow with wide-eyed apprehension as Time turns back to Four’s hiding place with a double-eyed wink meant only for him.

As they round the boulder and his other three quarters come into view, Vio lets out a huff.

“Well, that didn’t last long,” he mutters.

“Work this out,” Time tells them firmly. “I’ll distract the others.”

Four nods at him appreciatively before closing his eyes and concentrating on separating the three parts of his mind. It’s easier than usual, like they were never really meant to be together in the first place. It’s a relief to be split again. 

“What in Hyrule were you thinking, Vio?!” Green hisses.

Vio narrows his eyes.

“I wanted to prove a point. You can’t last a day without me, admit it.”

“We admit it,” says Red immediately. “Now can we please stop fighting?!”

Blue scoffs but doesn’t argue further, resigned to the fact he won’t win this argument.  

“No,” says Green slowly, and Blue looks at him in surprise. “No, I think this needs to be said. Blue’s right in a way, Vio. You need to understand that you can’t survive without us either. We’re four parts of a whole, we should be on equal footing, and it hadn’t been that way for a while.”

Vio, ever level-headed, takes a deep breath and nods.

“I think my time away from you proved that just as much as it did my own point.” He turns to Blue, meeting his gaze with cool clarity. “I owe you an apology. I’ll take your concerns without fuss next time. You’re right, we’re all as important as each other.”

“Thank the Goddess!” Red says, a little hysterically. “Now can we please use the Four Sword, we’ve been separated from Vio far too long, I’m starting to feel queasy.”

With a smile, they stand with their swords pointed inwards. Red, Green, Blue, Violet, just how it’s supposed to be.

#lyra writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu four

[palettepainter]

Incorrect cousin quotes!!

With all the cousin designs I have posted, time to make some quotes with them!

Liv/Zee/Penny/Lazer/Raph - me

Rand - @rottedbrainz

Gabe - @posies-and-bundles

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Lazer, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! Rand, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

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Raph: I think Lazer is in trouble. Rand: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

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Raph: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Lazer meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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Zee: Why did you kidnap Liv!?!?! Rand: Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh... Zoot: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal. Zee: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

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*when a child starts crying in public* Zee: *tries to make the child laugh* Liv: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down* Raph: *gives detailed instructions to the parents* Lazer: *cries with the child* Penny: *ignores the child* Zoot: *is the reason why the child is crying*

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Zee : *sighs* I have no friends... Rand: Rand: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

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Rand: Alright, listen up you little shits. Rand: Not you Liv. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

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Rand, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

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Penny: What if people had food names and food had people names? Lazer: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Penny for dinner. Gabe: What is wrong with you people? Raph: Shut up, chocolate.

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Penny: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything Raph does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Gabe: If Raph were to jump off a cliff, they would've done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Raph jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Lazer: You jump off a cliff! Gabe: Gladly, provided Raph did first.

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Raph: What’s it like being tall? Liv: Is it nice? Gabe: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Penny: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Gabe: Christmas is cancelled. Penny: You can't cancel a holiday. Gabe: Keep it up, Penny, and you'll lose New Year's too. Penny: What does that mean? Gabe: Raph, take New Year's away from Penny.

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Liv: Aww, what's your dog's name? Rand: Spartacus. Liv, yelling to Gabe: TRY SPARTACUS! Gabe, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Rand: Liv: What's your favorite number?

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Rand: Which way did Liv go? Gabe: Well, based on the direction of the wind, the broken sticks in the corner, and the slight disturbance in the dirt, I'd guess they went left. Rand: You could really figure it out from that? Gabe: No, you idiot, Liv sent me a text. See?

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Penny: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. Zee: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Liv: Try not to roll your eyes at me. Gabe: I don't have pupils.

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Lazer: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Rand: Well, on a good day, I’m both

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Lazer: Okay. Hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I burned a hot pocket so badly it could probably fall off a ten-story building and be completely fine? Rand: Lazer, what did you do? Lazer: Take a guess.

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Raph: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight. Penny: But are you shuffling? Raph: Everyday. Gabe: What language are you two speaking??

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Gabe: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Raph: How? Gabe: I need someone to take the fall. Raph: What did you do? Gabe: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Penny, from the other room: Oh my god. Gabe: ... Penny: OH MY GOD! Raph: Make it a hundred. Gabe: Deal.

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Raph: Regular soda is too sweet! Penny: Diet soda has a weird after taste! Raph: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Penny: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Raph: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Penny: I'm going to physically attack you. Raph: Which is better, Gabe? Gabe: Oh, I usually drink water! Penny: Wha- NO! Raph: DISGUSTING!

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Liv: So when are we gonna tell them? Zee: Just give them a minute. Gabe: *Pulling on a door that clearly says push*

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Liv: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Zee: Ooh, yes please! Gabe, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Liv: It's not a bug though... Gabe: ... Zee: ... Gabe: Well I still don't want to see. Zee, realizing: Please don't throw- Liv: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

#Muppets #The Muppets #Muppet OC's #Liv #Zee #Zephyr #Raph #Penny #Lazer #Rand #Gabe #Zoot #Zoot's family #Zoot's cousins #Gabe may not have any grandkids but he's got an army of neices and newphes #They'll drive him just as crazy #Incorrect quotes

[victorluvsalice]

Actually-Incorrect Valicer Quotes: Romantic Ridiculousness Edition

Another set of quotes from the Perchance generator (some slightly edited), this time all with a "this is how they got together, incorrectly" theme --

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Victor: So, what’s Alice's type? Smiler: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, dog lover. Victor: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends. Smiler: Did I mention oblivious? Victor: Yeah, why? Smiler: Okay, just making sure.

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Smiler: Hey, Alice, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? Alice: Yeah. Smiler: And you, Victor? Victor: Umm... yes? Smiler: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! Victor: Did they just-

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Smiler: That shirt looks great, Alice. Alice: Thanks. Smiler: But I bet it would look even better on Victor's floor. Victor: Are you hitting on Alice... for me?

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Victor: [head on the table] Did Alice just tell me she loved me for the first time? Smiler: Yeah, she did. Victor: And did I just do finger guns back? Smiler: Yeah, you did.

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Alice: [texting] Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Smiler: [texting] Did Victor say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Alice: [texting] THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Victor: [pretending to joke] So when are you going to go out with me? Smiler: [smiling] I don't know. When are you going to ask me to? Alice: [later on] And you just ran away?! Victor: I didn't expect them to flirt back!

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Smiler: [is wearing silk pants] How does this look? Victor: Like its slips on and off really easily. Smiler: Victor: No, I didn't mean it like that- Alice: We know what you meant.

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Victor: Well, remember when Smiler made a romantic dinner for me? Alice: Victor, they microwaved you a pizza.

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Victor: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted. Smiler: I’m “a couple of things.” Alice: I’m “got distracted.”

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Victor: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication. Smiler: It’s my turn to cuddle Alice. Victor: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!

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Random Other Person: So, what is Smiler to you two? Victor and Alice: [look at each other] Alice: The reason we wake up every morning. Random Other Person: Aww, that’s adorable. Smiler earlier that morning, barging into their shared room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

#valicer #incorrect quotes #incorrect quote generator #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler alton #more actual incorrect nonsense #with a shipping theme! #basically these were all my favorites of the ones that involved shipping #I could totally see Smiler getting Victor and Alice on a date like that #and jokingly flirting with Alice for Victor #and I knew I had to end on the 'reason we wake up' one XD #Morning Person Smiler tired of their partner and metamour lazing around in bed XD #edits to the quotes include turning 'turtle lover' into 'dog lover' in the first one #making the 'sinking to the bottom of the ocean' one a text convo #and obviously making the third one Alice speaking for both her and Victor XD #occasionally things must be tweaked for the OT3 #enjoy! #queued

[incarnateirony]

The fact that you addressed only the Anchor Baby part of the ask and nothing else (being wrong about “Jared” on the phone, wrong about Jake Abel, wrong about Misha, claiming some southern identity to hide the mayo) proves you know I’m right: that you’re full of it. And you did exactly what I said you would. Pretend to be intelligent, hurl insults that mean nothing, and deflect, deflect, deflect—talking about shit I didn’t even bring up. Meet and greets and TFW2P0 and other things you’re obsessed with and talk about at every turn just to distract from what I really said. And you can choose to publish my exact ask right now or not (while publishing others lmao). We both know.

no actually, you just sent 15 pages of nonsense and there's only so much garbage.

"WRONG ABOUT JARED ON THE PHONE". Bro. it was a shitpost that included "I wasn't sure it was him", and within about 30 minutes, was deleted. Because, unlike you, I'm not above or beyond reason, but I"m not sure how you're trying to connect "instagram prank misheard" as "PROVES YOU ARE AN UNRELIABLE LEAKER!!"

no dude i didn't declare nothing. i didnt say it meant shit. it was funny. Before you guys ran out of pocket doubling down how wrong I was, I deleted it, not because OMG IM ASHAMED, but because like you, I don't share misinformation at length. I'm also VERY FUCKING UNCLEAR WHAT PART OF YOUR MUTATED BRAIN FACULTIES CONNECTS THIS TO LEAK ACCURACY.

And? Yes, I already addressed Jake, at length, where you guys are dipshit lying pieces of shit that can't read the posts where I said... yeah, he was in austin too. Omg!!! {falls over dead, clutching chest} THE PAIN, THE PAIN OF IT ALL THAT {checks notes} He was in fact in austin like I said but never cared to check because nobody gives a shit about your shitty show? Like we're not mad. Dude we just don't care. what's not clicking. That's not a leak either. Walker doesn't have leakers because nobody gives a shit about Walker to leak it for or from.

THIS IS ALL YOU TRYING TO TELL YOURSELF THAT "FAN HAS REACTION TO FAN CONTENT PROVES FAN DOESNT HAVE ALL THE REAL PHYSICAL SOURCES THAT HAVE BEEN PRESENTED AND PROVEN TRUE TIME AND AGAIN WHILE WE SCREAMED AGAINST IT."

Maybe... just... MAYBE. YOU guys' malfunctioning cerebellums not understanding what is a *source*, what is a *shitpost*, what is *reality*, what is a *meme*, and other segregating factors is why you crashed out on that GIANT ASS LIST OF THINGS YOU DENIED AS I SAID THEM THAT CAME TRUE. Like, maybe if you stopped listening to fucking dumbfuck speculation and 2po's M&Gs he's been busted lying about and thinking they're sources:

you'd stop failing at spn

you'd stop confusing my shitposts with sourced leaks

What in the fuck kind of broken brained, jackshit insane logic is this. No really. I want you to look in the mirror and tell yourself you're okay, when you're literally screaming that I dared to delete an incorrect SHITPOST, and shows that I'm somehow an unreliable leaker. I want you. To go. Stare in the mirror. Look yourself in the eye. Say that. And then apply whatever self will is needed to not do self harm when you perceive how stupid your entire desperate spiral is right now while you deny blatant reality

What even are you trying to do? Is this your acceptance spiral that Destiel is happening and you're just trying to convince yourself I bullshitted all the details through the last 2 years? Is it you realizing all those times I said the crew sees this shit, and all your denials, that I might be right, but you can't accept that you've been clowning yourself while the main account openly retweets Destiel?

Cope. dumb motherfuckers think instagram stories count as leaks and sources, holy fuck, no wonder you guys can't hit the broad side of a barn.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

And I'm still your fag

It's a possibility to live without lips

Once we are born we begin to forget the very reason we came

But you I'm sure I've met you long before

We're meeting up again

The darkness just lets us see who we are.

We’ve got the vision now let’s have some fun

Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute? Forget about our mothers?

We're fated to pretend

Hey, I feel like if we gave it one night

You'd hate me less and make it alright

Just wish that we could fight now

I'd hold you on the comedown

“Hey, I parked across the street.”

Bet you wish you never even met me

I don't blame you

Broke your every heartbeat

"But watch the one falling in the street.”

And the tune will come to you at last

Vampire lesbians invading your mind ,asylums, etc

I get so far, so fast

Isolation

The sound of you and your sister

Your house is warmer, the wilderness is cold

I’ve been set free and I’ve been bound, let me tell you people what I’ve found:

I could’ve died. Your voice can take me there. You’ll see I’m right some other time.

I felt you so much today:

I was dreaming of my ex-wife

They gouged out my eyes but I could still see

(I might as well admit I was shown I would go blind a few months ago; I get shown pretty much everything. And last year my teacher told me that something was happening with my eyes, so that’s validation for me. He told me I had a friend named scott who wasn’t well, he died a year ago. Love all, trust few.)

“Fuck, you were right.”

Black Magick Spells Removal

Every hour of fear I spend my body tries to cry

But in those years and the lifetimes past I did not deal with the road

So I search to find an answer there

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. (How do they do that)

Hate can kill(interestingly the lyrics that played during the song were incorrect, but said things like”This Game In Which I Did Not Start, I'm Coming After You, Detesting, Arresting, The Final Move I'll Make, Got You Underneath My Thumb You Obtuse Little Fake”)

Wounded lover

Judge and jury

Grotesque music, million dollar sad

I’ll meet you up high in your anger

Ch-ch-ch Changes (04/34)

Ten missed calls, they don’t know where you are

My fault 17:38

Demons Vaporization frequency

The jean Gina

I Know I’ve spent some time oh, lying

#today is a 38/11/02

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

#mcyt #myct x reader #dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream x reader #dream #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #philza #philza minecraft #philza x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #georgenotfound x reader #quackity #karl jacobs #sapnap #dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #tubbo x reader #tubbo #badboyhalo #badboyhalo x reader #punz x reader #punz #louistommosnesquickmilk writes #louistommosnesquickmilk

[lexwritess]

incorrect quotes anon, i have a super angsty idea that i think you’ll LOVE. so basically michael x reader but she died at on of the outpost, and were basically the only good part about michael and him not caring about anything anymore (even more than usual lmao). and it’s just grief and sadness and anger. it’s fine if not, if you do i’d love to make incorrect quote for it also! have a great day/night!!!! ❤️❤️

broken promises [m.l.]

pairing: michael langdon x fem!reader

warnings: angst, death, swearing, blood, i don’t think this is accurate i tried to research on lilith but it was difficult but i liked the idea so this version of lilith is mostly based off the one from caos

a/n: i got a little carried away lmao

words: 1.6k

slightly au! i’m going to pretend michael can’t bring dead people back ✌️

y/n is a witch. but she’s a different kind of witch. she was born for a very specific purpose, one that she didn’t even understand yet. she knew she was different though.

she really knew she was different when her supreme, cordilia, tried to kill her.

she ran away from her sisters that night. she didn’t need cordilia to kill her. she already felt dead. defeated. the only real family she’s had wanted her dead.

that’s when she met michael.

michael despised all witches, but there was something about y/n that dragged him to her. the two of them were like magnets and they both felt it. the world always pulling them towards each other.

she met michael when he was at a loss. y/n wasn’t the only one cordilia hurt that day.

y/n found michael in the woods, he looked ill and lost.

y/n brought him to a dark church she saw a couple days prior. they found a woman there that was eager to help them back on their feet and get them well and nourished.

that was a big step for michael. after that visit michael finally got sense of himself. unfortunately, y/n still didn’t understand her purpose.

“i want to help michael, i really do but i don’t know what i’m suppose to do. you’re the antichrist! i’m just a rejected witch.” y/n tells michael gloomily.

tomorrow was a big day for him, he was getting back his ms. mead. of course y/n was happy for him, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t need her anymore.

“you are so much more than that. you are more powerful than you think and you are a big help to me. and even if you don’t serve a purpose for the apocalypse i care about you and want you by my side.” michael looks into your eyes and grabs your hands.

that’s where y/n and michael shared their first kiss.

“can you help him or not.” you interrupt the two idiotic coke heads.

“oh. who’s this?” mutt said cockily.

“she’s a witch on my side. her coven tried to kill her. don’t get any ideas though she’s mine.” michael said protectively.

you can’t help but smirk to yourself.

“alright, sorry. please don’t light me on fire.” mutt says defensively.

this is the second time michaels been here. this time he decided to bring you along so maybe you could get an idea what to do next if jeff and mutt didn’t.

“do you have some special marking on you, or have demonic fire powers?” jeff asks you while mutt looks for something to help michael.

y/n shows him the upside down triangle that appeared on her wrist about a month ago.

“not going to lie, that’s kinda lame.” jeff says disappointed.

y/n gives the man a glare and with the wave of her hand the glass bowl of cocaine was now broken across the floor.

“WHAT THE FU-.” jeff yelled before mutt stepped in.

“we can worry about it later. look at the book of revelations. have you read it?” mutt asks.

michael looks at them before opening the book with his magic.

y/n flips through the book when michael is done looking for anything else.

“who is lilith?” y/n ask monotone.

“lilith is technically a witch. she was the wife of adam but refused to sleep with him. eventually she went and sided with the devil. the devil turned on her. lots of variations and stories of her. no ones quite totally sure.” jeff explains.

y/n looks at michael with a skeptical look on her face and he gives one back.

“holy shit, you’re totally lilith! but for the new world!” mutt exclaims.

y/n stands up and look down upon the two.

“how would you know?” y/n raised her eyebrows at them.

“you’re coven tried to kill you, you just so happen to be with the antichrist, the triangle on your arm...makes sense.” jeff says.

y/n stays still staring at them. they gulp under her gaze before she walks out of the room.

michael hurries after the girl, needing to know what’s on her mind.

“y/n, what is the matter dear?” michael asks, linking his pinky with hers.

“i do not want to be lilith.” y/n says strongly.

“if being lilith means i will lose you in the end i don’t want it!” she lets go of michaels pinky and storms off to the car.

“darling you will never lose me! i may have to follow my fathers plans to end this world, but i’m still in charge!” michael yells to y/n.

“promise me!” y/n yells back, finally walking towards micheal.

“promise me.” y/n repeats, this time her tone barley above a whisper.

“i promise.”

-

2 years later

present time

the apocalypse is here. the world is gone. hell is on earth.

and you’ve been by michaels side the whole time.

he kept his promise

and now you were standing in front of your ex-coven.

they were back to kill you, again.

“come back to finish the job?” you bitterly ask cordilia.

“i had no choice! you were made for evil, i was never going to be able to peel you away from him and you would always choose him over your sisters!” cordilia yells.

“well michael never tried to kill me like you did! you were the only family i had!” you yell back, tears brimming your eyes.

you furrow your brows trying to hear what cordilia was mumbling but before you realized it’s too late.

“ms mead!” michael cried.

cordilia had killed his ms mead again.

“fuck you!” you say angerly stepping closer to cordilia.

as you walk closer cordilia is pushed back by your magic, a trail of fire leading behind you.

“how are you doing that?” madison asks in shock.

“because i’m the new supreme.” you smirk.

cordilia laughs bitterly and you look back at her.

“you can never be the supreme. you are a demoness! you are and never will be a real witch!” cordilias words burn in your brain as the realization hits you.

“mallory.” you whisper to yourself.

“precisely.” cordilia smiles.

while michael was having his last moments with ms mead, in the corner of your eye you saw madison grab the machine gun and go to point it at michael.

“repellendum malum minitar, ut nobis!” you quickly shout the protection spell.

you repeat the spell and step closer to michael.

“tutela eorum vinculum!” cordilia starts chanting against your spell.

you repeat the spell but as she gets closer the sheild starts breaking.

“et defendat mea!” you shout louder. the shield starts breaking as the other witches join in on cordilias chants.

“amans vitae meae praesidium.” you say quietly before the shield breaks.

bullets shoot throughout the room before your bloody body slumps against the wall. you feel awful, they shot you enough to make you weak so you can’t heal, but strong enough to let you bleed out.

“y/n?” michael says quietly, before he is shot as well.

myrtle cuts a piece of michaels hair and walks back to mallory.

“hurry mallory, before he heals.” cordilia rushes, and the witches leave the room.

michael wakes and looks over to see y/n’s bloody body.

“y/n! no, no, no!” michael lifts you up so he can hold you.

“michael you have to listen to me.” you cough, as the metallic taste fills your mouth.

“i can save you, i know father can. just stay with me a little longer.” michael pleads.

you smile at him and shake your head.

“listen, don’t kill cordilia. i’m not the supreme it’s mallory. she will go back and kill you in a past timeline, so none of this will never happen.”

“i have to! look what they did to you!” tears fall from his face.

“michael baby, i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay, but you got to make sure you don’t kill cordilia. it’ll bring mallory’s powers to full strength.” you assure him.

michael shakes his head as more tears fall from his crystal blue eyes.

“i love you, i love you so much. i’ll be with you soon.” michael squeezes your hand.

“i love you too michael, so much.” you let out a shaky sigh and squeeze his hand back.

“goodbye michael.” you smile as your eyes start to close.

“no, don’t say goodbye! baby please open your eyes again.” michael weeps.

“fuck! i wasn’t suppose to lose you. i wasn’t suppose to leave you, i fucking promised!” michael screams, while his sobs continue.

“it’s too late langdon.” cordilias chill voice fills michaels ears.

michaels sadness quickly turns to anger as he turns around to see the bitches smug face.

“you killed the love of my life!” michael shrieks.

cordilia hums and stares back at michael before waving the knife out of his hand into hers.

before michael can do or say anything cordilia rams the knife into her chest.

michael is at a loss for words.

he have lost

“no!” he screamed as cordilia fell to her death.

“no.” he repeated while falling to his knees.

he puts his face in his hands and starts sobbing.

he has lost everyone and now he lost the war.

he lost everything because of a job he never asked to have.

“poor michael.” myrtal said quietly while walking over to him.

“please! please just kill me.” michael says defeated.

“you’re the antichrist at his full form. i’m afraid killing you is impossible. you’ll have to live knowing you’ll never have her again.” myrtal says while waking away.

michaels cries continue.

he’ll never see you again.

you’ll never see him again.

in the new timeline he doesn’t exist to you and never will.

that’s what truly killed him.

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs #ahs apocalypse #apocalypse #cody fern #cody fern x reader #micheal langdon #micheal langdon x reader #fanfic #angst #ahs angst #michael langdon smut #michael langdon angst

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers Toy Story!AU

Or, *cough* a way for me to write out a buncha funny Incorrect Quotes and smoosh two things I love together.

Woody: Jason Voorhees

Buzz Lightyear: Michael Myers

Jessie: Ghostface

Prospector/Stinky Pete: Roman Bridger

Bo Peep and Ham: Freddy Krueger

Mr Potato Head: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray

Mrs Potato Head: Tiffany Valentine

Slinky: Carrie White

Rex: Bubba Sawyer

Barbie: Jennifer Check

Ken: Patrick Bateman

Lotso-'O'-Huggin' Bear: Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt. Was gonna be Bo, but Hoyt just fits way better. Plus he has Thomas.

Chuckles: Monty

Big Baby: Thomas hewitt

The Chatter Telephone: Luda Mae Hewitt

Also, Sunnydale Daycare: Ambrose. Because why not.

*I'm thing the kids in Toy Story are the fanbase and creators of the Slashers in this AU. Like, Andy and Bonnie are the original creators that make up the canon stuff and created them to be the infamous characters we all know- and Sid is us fan-people that twist and distort the characters for our own pleasure, haha XD *

An abundance of Incorrect Quotes bellow the cut!

Chucky: *With all the features on his face mismatched*

Chucky: Hey Freddy, look! I'm Picasso!

Freddy: ... yeah, I don't get it. *Leaves*

Chucky: *what... * You uncultured swine!! *Shakes his fist at Freddy's retreating back. That was a good fucking joke, goddamn.*

~

Michael: *Writing down on whiteboard:* Excuse me... I think the word you're searching for is

THE SHAPE.

Jason: *Already so done with this edgy boy's bullshit*

Jason: *Moves attention to his own whiteboard, starts writing*

Jason: *Shows board*

NO. The word I'm 'searching for', I cant say, because there are preschool toys present.

*Gestures ferociously to Carrie and Bubba.*

~

Jason: *Ughhhh. Shows board that he frantically wrote on:* Its not a KNIFE! Its a little stick of plastic!!

Freddy: What's wrong with him??

Chucky: Knife envy~

Freddy: Ah been there

~

Jason and Michael: *Watching Dr Loomis give psychology advice*

Jason and Michael: *Slowly tilting their heads sceptically, in unison*

Michael: *Holds up board for Jason to read:* ... I don't think that man has ever been to medical school.

~

Jason: *Trying to get Michael to help him. Writes passive aggressively on board and shoves the thing in Michael's view:* Would you give me a hand!???

Michael: *Fucking slices his own arm off and chucks it at Jason*

Look, he's having a bad day...

~

Freddy: *Sneaks up on Jason and digs his fingers into the giants sides*

Jason: *Whips around and cracks Freddy in the face from shock*

Jason: *Realises its just Freddy as the other groans and holds his nose, and looks a little guilty. Oh, Freddy. Writes on board and shows him:* There's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Freddy: Agh- Fucking- Merry Christmas, hockey puck!

Jason: *Catches sight of something above them, tilts his head. Writes and shows board:* Isn't that mistletoe?

Freddy: *A slow, creepy grin rips across his face* Yep.

~ Toy Stoy 2~

Jason: *Frantically holding up a board:* Michael! I was a yo-yo!

Freddy and Chucky: *Look at each other*

Chucky: 'Was'?

~

*Michael and the others watching a dude try to buy Jason and failing.*

Michael: *Thinking: Mm, now just walk away.*

Man: *Follows after where Jason went.*

Michael: *Thinking: ... the other way.*

~

*After Jason has been stolen- everyone is panicking*

Michael: *Stomping his foot, trying to gather these psychopaths' attentions. Wait a minute! Wait, hold on! When he semi has their attention, he shows a piece of paper with writing on it:* This is not time to be hysterical.

Freddy: Its the perfect time to be hysterical.

Bubba: *Gasp. Should we be hysterical!?*

Carrie: *Tries to calm Bubba down, a hand on his arm and voice gentle* No-

Chucky: Yes.

Michael: *Thinking: ... well, maybe*

~

Freddy: Give this to Jason when you find him

Freddy: *SMACKS MICHAEL UPSIDE THE HEAD*

Michael: ... *Holds up board* Alright. But I don't think it'll mean the same thing coming from me.

~

Freddy: *Up ahead* Hey guys! Why did the toys cross the road!?

Michael: *But rolls his eyes. Not now bacon bits.*

Bubba: *Perks up and waives. Oh! He loves riddles. Why?*

Freddy: To get to the chicken... on the other side!

*They all look out and celebrate, seeing where Jason was being kept hostage... but then realise how dangerous getting across will be as a giant fricken truck careens by and crushes a can the same size as them*

Bubba: ... *Promptly turns around and starts walking back the way they came. Oh well. We tried-*

Michael: *Grabs Bubba back*

~

Jennifer: I can help! I'm Tour Guide Jen!

Jennifer: Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car, and no flash photography! Thanks.

Chucky: -I'm a married man, I'm married man, I'm married man-

Freddy: *Shoves Chucky out of the way* Then make room for the single fellas.

~

Michael: *Ugh. Writes on board:* They're on level 23.

Carrie: How are we gonna get up there?

Bubba: *Gestures to balloons, then up to the sky. Meaning: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top!*

Chucky: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up, push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering a pizza.

Freddy: How bout a roast? *Grins*

Freddy: *Assesses Chucky and Carrie in turn* With tenderised pig and a slaughtered lamb as sides.

Chucky: Hold the fuck up did you just call me a pig- and a side-

Carrie: What?

Bubba: Oh! Oh! *Pats his chest excitedly. Do him! What about me??*

Freddy: ... Eh, you can be the toy that comes with the meal.

~

*Michael does something to get them all hurt and doesn't to care at all, of course. Just moves on.*

Chucky: Remind me to glue his mask on his head when we get back.

Freddy: *Nods, yep*

~

Chucky:*Embracing Tiffany after having been away saving Jason*

Glen and Glenda: You saved our lives! We're eternally grateful!

Chucky: Oh, fuck...

Tiffany: You saved their lives, Chucky?? Oh, my hero.

Tiffany: *Immediately drops Chucky in favour of picking up the babies* And they're adorable! Lets adopt them!

Chucky: *Thinking: What? No- Absolutely not- Don't say tha-*

Glen and Glenda: Daaaaddy!

Chucky: Fuck.

~Toy Story 3~

Jason: *Holds up a sign as he stands there menacingly with his machete:* You got a date with justice, Charles.

Chucky: Heh, too bad, 'sheriff'. I'm a married man.

Tiffany: *Comes out screaming, wielding goddamn nun chucks*

~

Michael: *Eyes narrow behind mask, slowly holds up sign he prepared earlier:* Bastard son of a hundred maniacs.

Freddy: Hah. That's Mr Bastard son of a hundred maniacs, to you!

~

*The toys/Slashers watch some toys, including Jennifer and her car get thrown in the donation bin*

Ghostface: Oh, man, poor Jen.

Freddy: ... I get the corvette.

~

Tiffany: Its alright, Jen, it'll be okay.

Jennifer: Well... Needy and I have been growing apart for a while...

Jennifer: Its just... I cant believe she would kill me!

Chucky: *Who's 'best friend till the end'/victim also killed him* Yeah. Welcome to the club, toots.

~

Hoyt: They just love new toys, don't they?

Chucky: Love!? We've been chewed, kicked, drooled on-

Tiffany: Just look at my nails!

Hoyt: ... Hm. Well, here's the thing, sweetheart. You aint leavin' Ambrose.

Tiffany: *Thinking: Oh fuck no he did not just- * Sweetheart!? Who do you think you're talking to!? I have over 10 kills, and I deserve more respec-

Hoyt: *Covers Tiffany's mouth with his hand* Ah, that's better.

Chucky: *Thinking: I'm going to fuck this douche up- * Hey, no one takes my wife's mouth. *Shoves Hoyt back off her by the chest* 'Cept me.

~

*Hoyt and Thomas bring Chucky back from 'The Box'. He's more fucked up looking then usual, sand all through his hair and stuck to his plastic features. He shakes it out of his pockets.*

Tiffany: *Gasp* Sweetheart!

Chucky: Eugh... it was cold. And dark. Nothin' but sand and a couple of Lincoln logs.

Freddy: Ehhh... I don't think those were Lincoln logs.

~

Ghostface: I was wrong...

Chucky:

Chucky: Ghostface is right. He was wrong.

~

Jennifer: *Fake cries*

~

Chucky: *Slaps a Pidgeon*

~

*Trying to reset Michael back to his former settings/self (The one that knows them and therefore will maybe-perhaps-possibly not kill them*

Freddy: Oh- oh- oh, here we go. there should be a little hole under the switch.

Jason: *Little hole little hold little hole- Nods. Got it!*

Freddy: To reset your Michael Myers action figure, insert paper clip-

Jason: *Sharply turns to Bubba, urging him to put his finger in the hole quickly*

Freddy: Caution; Do not hold button for more then five seconds...

Michael: *Suddenly stops thrashing and goes slack*

Everyone: ...

Bubba: *Jumps off him, holding up his hands. Its not my fault!!*

~

Michael, on Spanish Mode: *Gives Jason two sweet kisses on either cheek*

Jason: *Awkwardly, slowly holds up sign:* We gotta switch him back.

~

Ghostface: Oh! Mikey!!

Michael, still on Spanish Mode: *Sees Ghostface*

Michael: *Drops to his knees, gathers up Ghostface's hand*

Michael: *Looks up at Ghostface in utter awe and admiration*

Ghostface: *Freaken freaked out. Shouldn't he be the creepy one in this outfit? Leans away* Uhh... did you fix Michael?

Freddy: Uh, sorta. I mean I for one think this is a huge improvement.

~

Michael, STILL on Spanish Mode: *Does a dance of feelings around Ghostface, wanting to express himself*

Ghostface: What- why- please stop I'm gonna pee myself- Of laughter or fear I have no idea but I WILL PEE

Michael: *Grabs and dips Ghostface, and holds up a sign* We will be the most famous killers in history, together.

Ghostface: *Thinking: Oh I can get behind that, hell yeah- *

Jason: *Arrives*

Ghostface: Oh- *Scrambles out of Michaels hold* JASE!

Michael: *Watches them move on together* *Throws down the sign*

Freddy: I suddenly feel disgusting, like... I somehow ended up in some kinda... love-square, of some kind...

~

Jason: *Nicely gestures for Michael to give him some help*

Michael, stillllllll on Spanish mode: *Sniffs his nose at Jason's hand, shoving him out of the way with one arm like no thank you.*

~

Jennifer: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed. Not from the threat of force! // Or, alternatively which I think fits a whole lot better- // I am not going to stand back here and let another fucking old white guy tell me what the fuck to do!

Chucky and Freddy, two old white guys: *Look at each other*

Chucky:

Freddy:

Chucky and Freddy: *Shrug*

And that's it seeing as I don't really wanna see Toy Story 4. I hope you enjoyed this silly thing with me at least a little XD

Okay so I got a little attached in the end.

#Slashers Toy Story!AU #Toy Story!AU #Slashers #Horror Villains #Incorrect Quotes #IQs #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky x Tiffany #Tiffany Valentine #Chiffany #Freddy Krueger #Jason Voorhees #Freddy x Jason #Frason #Jennifer Check #Bubba Sawyer #Carrie White #Ghostface #Michael Myers #Glenn Ray #Glenda Ray #Freddy Krueger x Jason Voorhees #Charles Lee Ray x Tiffany Valentine #Chucky x Tiffany Valentine #Jason Voorhees x Freddy Krueger #Toy Story #Toy Story 2 #Toy Story 3

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

9 or 10!

Hello, friend!

You didn’t give me a character, so I will offer you one. I bring you number 9 with Maddie.

9. “You can’t talk to me like that. I’m the (future) King!”

“No, you’re an idiot.”

(Also, this ended up being a lot sadder than I thought it was going to be. And I'm not an amazing writer, so this could be terrible. If it is bad, ignore it and pretend you never saw it.)

Maddie wasn’t sure how, when, or why she’d landed herself in the library, but she was here now. She’d become somewhat good friends with Simon in the last two months. Not so much with Wilhelm. They were on good terms, spoke frequently, had traded numbers and such, but she was slightly convinced that he was afraid of her. Probably justifiable, given that she was going to rip his head off right now.

Wille sat alone at a table in the back corner of the room, his books spread out on the surface. Just as he usually did. He spent most of his time in this little nook now. Felice paid him visits occasionally, and Maddie sometimes accompanied her, but he seemed lonely most of the time. She wondered if he enjoyed being lonely. She wondered why he put it on display for everyone to watch.

But that was all gone from her head now because she’d come for a specific reason. Simon had revealed the reason for their breakup, and she was furious with Wilhelm.

Her Simon? Her delightful, charming, trusting little Simon? The sweetest boy she’d ever met? And Wille had done that to him?

No. Incorrect. Wrong. She’d fix this. She had to fix this.

Maddie pulled a chair from under the table and sat down. “You’re a fucking idiot,” she said.

Wille flinched and dropped his pencil as he heard her voice. Malin was nearby, but opted not to get involved. Maddie was, after all, an American. There were a few cultural differences to consider.

“You-” Wilhelm struggled to find words to appropriately engage in this conversation. “You can’t speak to me like that. I’m the future king.” In general, he wasn’t normally one to pull ranks, but this seemed to be the only thing that could make a place in his mind.

“No, you’re an idiot,” Maddie insisted.

Wilhelm sighed and pushed his book away from him, his hands folded on the table. “I’m sure you’re right, but can someone, for once, tell me why?” Wilhelm’s inquiry rang out considerably louder than he had meant it to. It was also a lot angrier than he had intended. He could see it in Maddie’s bewildered eyes. She hadn’t expected him to respond in that way, either. But it didn’t really matter anymore. He’d shown his cards and now he was going to dig his grave. “What is it now? Should we make a video of it and post it on the internet? Should we give my mother a call to make sure she’s prepared for a press conference? Perhaps if we get the Headmistress involved, she’ll be able to expel me!”

Wilhelm swung his arms animatedly as he talked, while Maddie waited in silence with her mouth agape. He looked like a madman. And eventually, after what started to feel like a lifetime of accusations and rants, he subsided and slumped back in his chair. Her mouth felt dry. Her throat felt as though she hadn’t taken a drink of water in a hundred years. Her entire body felt like it was filled with sand, yet she managed to find her voice.

“Simon,” she whispered. His whole body appeared to sink. He hung his head in shame. Maddie watched as it happened. She didn’t believe she’d ever seen someone’s life drained so quickly. Never seen someone become hollow within a second. Less than that, maybe. “You wanted him to be a secret?”

Wilhelm instantly shook his head. He sat up straight and slammed his book shut. That certainly didn’t draw more attention to this conversation. “No. I never said that. He said he didn’t want to be a secret. All I said was that we couldn’t be seen together.”

“Wille, that’s a secret!”

“No!” he’d not meant to shout that bit, but people were staring now. A lot of people. More than they had been before. Everyone in the room, as well as those preparing to walk in. Even Malin appeared startled by the sudden outburst. The subject had proved to be more delicate than Maddie had initially expected. “They can’t have him, Maddie.”

It was no more than a whisper, but still, it made her skin crawl. He looked… broken. Maddie didn’t believe she’d ever seen anyone look so broken. Not even when Simon knocked on her door, crying. Not when Simon had fallen asleep on her bed after hours of talking about how unfair everything was. Not when Simon had started telling her about the breakup. She’d never seen anyone so broken as Wille was right now. Sitting in the library. Alone. Like he had no one left.

And she supposed he didn’t.

Erik had died, his parents had forced him to deny his relationship, Simon had dumped him, and even August had appeared to put some distance between them. Maddie had believed it was a case of deeply rooted homophobia in August, but now she was seconding-guessing her first assessment. Even Felice had given up on going to the library to see him after a while.

And now Maddie. Now she was talking to him like this. Like he was a child. As if he’d been the only one who’d done something wrong in this situation.

“Who can’t have him?” Her words were now more cautious now. The impulsivity of her conversation skills must have flown out the window the moment he sank in his own skin.

“All of them. The press, and the media, and the gossip columns, and the three girls over there who started recording this conversation the minute I got upset,” Wilhelm said, motioning to a table where three third-year girls had their phones out. Madison couldn’t remember him ever glancing over at them, but he’d somehow picked up on them filming him. She started to wonder if this was the reason he spent so much time in this very particular corner of the library. If this was the place that was the farthest away from prying eyes. If he’d spent so long observing that he didn’t have to observe anything at all anymore. “There is a difference between secret and private. Simon didn’t want to be a secret, and I didn’t want to explain the difference. He deserves more than that. They can’t have him. They have everything.”

Maddie carefully stretched out and placed her hand on his arm. He didn’t back away or brush it off, but he gave the girls who were filming an uneasy look. Maddie withdrew her hand. “But what about-”

“No, Madison,” he interrupted. She didn't like that. Didn't like the way he'd said her name. Like he was using it to belittle her. Wilhelm returned to his book, this time just to stare at the words instead of reading them. His mind was too busy thinking over all the potential reasons that this conversation could have emerged. “They already have me. They had my brother, they have my parents. They have my job, my school, my friends. They had my first time and they’ll draw conclusions about my sexuality years before I ever come out. They even have you, Maddie. They can’t have Simon.”

That’s kind of when it all hit her. How little control Wilhelm had in his life. Sure, she knew he was a prince. She was well aware that he had a responsibility and a reputation to maintain. She knew Wilhelm’s denial of his involvement in the video was most likely not his decision.

But this was different. This was a whole new level of helplessness that she’d never once considered.

Maddie had seen her name a few times on those gossip pages, but she hadn’t given it much thought as to how she’d ended up there. People were always watching him. Always. So much so that even the few times they’d interacted appeared to draw someone’s attention. Maddie had been his friend for barely a few months, and you could Google her now. They weren’t even really friends and you could find her name on the internet alongside his. Because he had no privacy.

She sunk in her own seat now. She felt nearly as helpless as he looked. When she first entered the room, she had grand ideas about how to fix this whole thing. How she was going to give him a piece of her mind on Simon’s behalf because her new friend was far too sweet to do it himself. But now... now there was nothing.

This was why he liked to sit alone. Because no one could report on his movements if the only thing he did was sit alone and study. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“It’s fine,” he lied.

Wille was right. There was a distinction to be made between secret and private. Secrets were for dime store hookers who arrived through the side entrance of hotels because they couldn’t be seen entering through the front. Private was for people who simply wished not to tell the entire world about their dirty laundry. He wanted to keep Simon private, but the only real way to do that was to also keep him a secret. And Wille didn’t want to do that.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Maddie asked as she snatched an orange slice from Wilhelm’s pile. The oranges should have been a clue from the beginning. It was Simon’s favorite study snack, too.

Wilhelm grinned and turned the page of the book he hadn’t been reading. “I thought that much was obvious.”

She laughed at him and leaned forward to rest on the desk. “You may be Sweden’s future king, but you’re still a fucking idiot.”

He didn’t laugh loudly. It was more of a sharp exhale, but it was the best he could do at the time. She understood it well enough. They weren’t really friends, but they were getting closer.

Maddie didn’t realize until three days later how public his personal life really was.

Three days later, when their modest touch at the library was published in a magazine. All she’d done was touch his arm for two seconds. Two seconds.

But in those two seconds, those girls had been recording. And those girls had already sent their videos. And those videos had fallen into the hands of reporters.

And Maddie had ended up in a magazine.

For putting her hand on Wilhelm’s arm.

For comforting a friend.

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