#dusk: oh my god please I'm scared

[lavenoon]

So! I’m curious! Would there be much difference between the events of Sunset and Nacreous Cloud in the canon version and Reverse AU? I imagine Dawn would still be sent alone maybe, because it seemed like a very fast mission until things went south, but Robin would still be at work so I wonder how that would go, also considering that Dawn has seen Robin get stabbed, so this would mean now Robin also sees their rival being injured with the ray torn off and all!

Ahh, now that's interesting! Because the point of Sunset and Nacreous Cloud wasn't just to break the news to the agency (perhaps it's time to start calling them EVOC on here, too - otherwise it's "the agency" vs Abra Fez, that's gonna get confusing soon) and also kick off the Glamrock Arc. Those are definitely important effects of those chapters!

But a big part of the motivation was to have the two who only knew each other as neighbors see each other in action. Dawn got caught, yes, but he also got himself out, only to run into the one man backup that was Robin. They see each other, for the first time in a decidedly not neighborly context, and still all they feel is the relief that the other is (relatively) okay.

(discussions of and just plain injuries to animatronics, you know the drill)

So we'll go two routes - if Dawn is indeed still the one being sent out and getting caught, then perhaps he and Robin had lunch plans together for which he wanted to be back. So Robin waits, and waits, and waits for his knock, except it never comes. They skip lunch as a result, too keyed up to eat alone and also not inclined to give up on Dawn showing up - except then afternoon slowly turns into evening and he's still not back, and they know something is off.

This Robin however is also much more used to lying. They're the undercover agent, they lie for a job - so when River finds them in Dusk and Dawn's office they might just talk their way out of a reveal. They had plans with their partner, and he's not there, so something is wrong and they plan to fix it.

Maybe River still pushes for a reveal, goading Robin until they admit to it, but Robin will be more steadfast because they're much more used to social interaction and staying calm in conversations that don't bode well for them.

The surprise then would be to see Robin going back to their stealthier roots only to be surprised by evidence of their partner being hurt. They got stabbed to prevent that. And this time they have their weapon already at the ready and do not hesitate to fight their way through to him.

Mostly, Dawn would feel guilty for making them come get him - he also very vividly remembers what happened last time they protected him, and is very concerned about any potential repeats. So his relief will be tinged with fear still until he makes sure none of the blood on Robin is theirs, and Robin might just end up a tad annoyed because hey, they're saving him so if he could please stop fretting -

But, yeah, honestly? I don't see this happening in Reverse AU. Because it's missing that core aspect of seeing their neighbor be ruthless and still caring, in both directions.

So getting their hands on the info they want remains easier at night, and it's Moon who promises to be back for breakfast as he hands over a little tupperware from Sun with dinner for them. It's perhaps a bit startling to hear their somewhat shy neighbor just casually talk about breaking into a place with (even at relatively low) high security, but they've done enough of that themself to somewhat brush it off.

They wake up a little early, but their breakfast buddy never shows up. They manage a cereal bar, and then rush into work, too frazzled and too early for River to not be suspicious, and whoop, there Robin goes.

It's been a while since they went into a mission already expecting trouble, but that doesn't mean they aren't prepared. They're the one chasing runners, they're the one still squeezing in parkour whenever they can, on and off the clock, and they're the one thinking they just got to know both Sun and Moon so much more, so much closer, and they're not giving that up now.

Dusk knows his neighbor is a good agent, too - Sun's recounts leave absolutely no doubt about that. But he's an agent too, and as we've established in that other ask, Dusk is the one with the potential to be the most dangerous out of the three.

Perhaps that's why he doesn't just lose a sunray - not that any are out to be ripped off, anyway. But remember that Reverse AU skips First Aid and the explosion in there to, because they weren't idiots and told Y/N right away?

Would be a shame if Dusk gets blown up before he ends up trapped (:

Sure, wrangling him into a position that keeps his one remaining arm restrained is a bit more difficult, but with the cracked lens of his optic it's at least rather easy to pretend he's in rest mode with a dead battery.

Really, no one looks at the one armed and broken animatronic expecting a threat - so they leave him be, until it's time to get him out.

One arm is enough to make sure that doesn't happen though. Dusk is still lethal, and has access to one of his tasers (well, five), and he still has (half of his) thermal vision that he makes generous use of as he sneaks around finding his way towards backup.

And then it's Robin. Not in the outfit that Dawn usually sees them in, but a muted, sporty look, if not for the tears and blood.

Robin, at this point, has already been presented with Dusk's detached arm - they don't carry it, because let's face it, it would simply get in the way without a convenient way to carry it - but they know Moon is hurt and even knowing he can handle himself, it's a lot to go from "haha yeah that's my cute funky neighbor" to "someone just threw his arm in front of me and I don't know where the rest of him is"

They watch him rise from his half crouch, watch the electricity drain from his fingers as his eyes bleed back from red to blue (because he has to see, as much as he can, not just their heat signature), and then they're already sobbing and coming his way.

Bit more awkward to hug while still used to having one more arm to do it with, but Dusk does his best to make up for the missing one as he meets them in the middle and just holds onto them, too. They didn't even hesitate, didn't flinch back at him being so different from what they're used to, and they're currently crying in his arm because they found him.

Sun reminds him that Robin has seen him use the taser generously before, and they've established that Robin isn't scared of him anymore (This would place this version of events past Sonne(t)), so really, he shouldn't have been so worried about what they might think - and also perhaps reign in those heart eyes, because he's getting a bit obvious about things.

Ground support communications still interrupt the moment, and the heart eyes get worse when Robin continues taking the lead. It's approaching noon, perhaps, or at least late morning, and everything is very strange because Dusk does not like being out this time of day and he dreads having to do the mission report Robin already warned him River expects, and things get a little more chaotic. (Nearly wrote chaotik again, good going)

Because Robin tries to take the lead in the conversation, but doesn't quite manage to convince River that all of them together knowing each other's identities is less of a risk than it's a benefit, and Sun decides to intervene. It distracts Dusk for a hot second, but Sun is pushy - he's the social one, he knows what to say, and they can use this as a demonstration.

Robin doesn't even flinch when suddenly Dusk turns to Dawn, and is even less surprised than River who knows about the change but has never witnessed it herself (probably, but tbh I'm keeping my options open).

Dawn also very much enjoys that he receives a squeeze to his hand when he starts arguing, and River just ends up very tired when she agrees to give them their chance. She's dealt with these three enough for one day.

They go home, and while Sun wants to be reassuring and push Y/N into getting that breakfast they pretty much skipped as well as the definitely skipped lunch, they just aren't having it. It ends up being even more reassurance for Sun, because Y/N is outright furious - but only out of concern. They're coming down from the adrenaline rush, all the fear and anxiety, and that urgency to get their partner(s) back safe.

They berate him, yes, for getting hurt, trying to make him promise to not let it happen again, and the entire time they refuse to let go of him even for a second.

Sun does not promise. He says they know the risk comes with the job - he's not eager to let it happen again, but could they ever promise not getting stabbed again?

Y/N can't, for the same reasons.

Fortunately for them, they now get the opportunity to look out for each other, all of them, and they decide to make full use of that <3

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #dcamv #accidentally undercover #au alt timeline #reverse au #sorry for being evil it will happen again #1.5K words enjoy #though one bit is obviously a lot shorter #and im sorry that was the dawn version of events gfdhjsk #but it's *reverse* au it cant happen the same #oopsie doodle dusk gets hurt #still dawn gets some time to shine <3 #and save moon from the evil of social interaction #sun: we can switch its okay ): #dusk: nah we shouldnt advertise the fact that we're two AIs; I got this; I'll get us again too #later: #sun: you handled the getting out now let me do the talking #dusk: oh my god please I'm scared #okay enough rambling go enjoy have fun <3

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Huskerdust babies?? Please say more

GLADLY oh my god there was no way I was going to be able to restrain myself until I made time to write a fic. and right off the bat, so much credit goes to @minky-for-short who came up with this with me

Okay, I'm going to bullet point it for structure. And first off, whether you want this to be a trans Angel Dust or demon magic making it possible or Angel being a porn demon giving him different genitals, go crazy, I don't mind any interpretation

So the fact that this happens is a result of their gradual redemption. Demons aren't supposed to be able to reproduce but as Angel and Dusk slowly improve themselves, they start changing in ways they don't notice and the curse they have in Hell starts to weaken

Charlie is actually the first person to find out, she clocks that Angel is feeling sick which is pretty unusual because he's actually been cutting way back on his general debauchery, having a much healthier coping mechanism over behind the bar. He insists he's fine because he's used to powering through pain and discomfort with a smile on his face. But she won't have it, she's going to get him checked out

Healthcare is very hard to come by in Hell but Charlie can get him access to the facilities in the Sloth ring. But the doctors there are just as stumped, no one can figure out whats wrong with him, it's not a bad batch of drugs, its not a hangover, he's just throwing up and miserable and exhausted

They're back at the hotel and it's Charlie who notices the barest of little sentient sparks when Angel Dust moves but it's not coming from him, it's coming from inside him. And she's the one who realises. And Angel Dust is convinced she's spouting idealistic bullshit but he can't deny it

It's a while before he can bring himself to tell Husk, he's terrified that it means he'll just want to call things off with him, that he's clearly not a winning hand. But eventually they're sat together and Husk mentions casually that whenever he's ready to tell him whats bothering him, he'll listen. Like, he's realised he's scared but he still gave him the space to deal with it and thats what makes Angel Dust brave enough to say it out loud. And after a moment of quiet, Husk just shrugs and says well lets hope he makes a better daddy than he did an overlord, huh?

They have twins in the end, a boy and a girl. Both dads got to name one twin each so Husk calls their son Howard, Howie for short, after a famous magician and Angel Dust calls his daughter Belladonna, Bella for short, because he wanted to give her a name that made her sound strong and able to defend herself

The twins are utterly adorable, no one can deny it. They have the multiple arms from their pops and little heart shaped pink patches on black fur from their daddy, each with a set of wings like his too. They act a lot like kittens, rolling around and hissing and pouncing on whatever moves in the hotel

They're also unashamed trouble makers, they really only listen to their daddy and their pops, everyone else has to bribe them. Fortunately they're cute enough to get away with everything and anything.

The twins also have a super close bond with their Auntie Charlie. I can go into more detail about this in another post but she ends up with the contract for their souls to protect them from both Heaven and Valentino (Alastor has no interest in the babies, beyond not really minding as much as he should when they climb up him, knock his hat off and call him Uncle Al)

But yes I have many many ideas about these two being dads and their little demons and all of that so feel free to bug me about them!

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #headcanons

[krsnaradhika]

Sempiternal : Krishāvyayam.

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To me, you are the only sempiternal. You are my serenity and my restlessness at once. My serendipity and magic. You are so beautiful- the man of my poetries.

I am fortunate to have you, my beloved. I shall await you in our paradise, in the arcade that shall await us someday. I love you. I love you. I'll always love you.

She slipped from his grasp like sand from between taut fists. The universe was here to steal her from him again, like it did everytime. There's nothing too novel to his bruise, yet nothing seemed as agonizing as it was.

He was swarmed in the aphrodisiacs his mind deluded him with, the visions of a whimsical damsel, the waters called to him. Between shivering hands and sweat glazed skin of swarth, he caught hold of the stallion’s harness and raced through the grass mist, smelling of earth petrichor and orphic sandalwood. The rumbling rain’s messengers, phantoms of brontides and frosty zephyrs were adding to the desperation that was in him, bleeding for a mallacht that was hers and he grew restless in. Oh if the intoxication of being human wasn't getting to his lovelorn heart.

Krishna’s stalwart gaze traversed nowhere from where a distant flame crackled, an enchantress with bows and arrows lurking in the shadows of the Ashoka trees, she was the goddess of the night. Through misty grass and biting cold of the dusk, he ceased where she planted roses of dalisay. “Mohini,” he said, and the princess with her giggling and flustering handmaidens buzzing around met his eyes in surprise, “I need you to come with me.”

“Are you well Kanha? You shouldn't be out at this hour, Panchala’s hair has grown cruel in these winters and you haven't even taken a shawl-”

“Not now about it, please,” he heaved, a hand yet engaged to prod the spotless horse that carried the almighty while the other ached to hold her in it. Shri’s eyebrows of a bow’s image met at their juncture and she maundered through the hay and flowers like the moon escaped from thundering clouds. “Come with me.”

“Sakhi, let Pita Maharaja and Jyeshtha Bhagini know that I shall be back shortly. Worry less, I'm going to be safe,” she crooned to the companion with goodwill who looked positively her way. The grin and sororal ways were saying it all.

She didn't ask where. She didn't have to know. There's no shame in love and no bindings when it comes to him. Strangely enough no questions and clawing monsters came to her thoughts when he did. There was never any interrogation attached to him. And so like the abhisarika heroine of an ancient aesthetic dance she put her arm in his and Kanha pulled her up, settling her ahead of him as the carrier of hope neighed in delight. The ivory quadruped did not need any coaxing for then it raced ahead to the paths of teal forests and elysian esoteric, the hero of the era and the princess of the flares clasped in each other.

“I need you to trust me”

“I know, I do. What is it, you do not seem serene?”

Her rising and falling bosom and curly ringlets cascading to her cheeks, the bit chapped lips and intoxicating eyes were adding to the beauty that was the nightfall. Kanha wondered where the moon was at first but then an epiphany came that it was sitting in his embrace all along, tidying the folds of his yellow brocade silks while blushing in divine lotuses. “I need you to tell me something. Something has to be confirmed. Do I scare you?”

“Never. The future does, yes. But the past that has been shared with you and this present that blocks all other thoughts can never. I want to see this pristine beauty that you are, ever in milks and honey and thus- thus you heed to my pleas. Let go of being so headstrong, the gods and these deceiving stars have never been kind to me.

I've thought this through. I have only ever been yours, but I don't want the moon to be stained crimson from my faults. Accept my apologies for being so brusque that time my love, I was n-not-”

She gasped when the horse halted to crystalline blue showers and breathtaking verdant cliffs. Simultaneously the moon appeared from behind the clouds as the frogs croaked hopping into stagnant green waters, cuckoos cooed yet and the papiha called for his lover. The azure of her lehenga camouflaged with her beloved's sapphire skin and he descended to grace the arrow arum flowers with the genial touch of his fingers, blowing where the dandelions swayed. The butterflies in Kamalnayani's core danced to the tunes of his flute and she was wide-eyed at the romance this picturesque vista was, longing for a love that she had presumed to be star-crossed.

“Kanha, this- this place. It's stunning and I'm not in my senses anymore-”

“If you say no, I will leave with my family and return only when you let me be yours. If yes, I'll take you to an utopia where I don't pledge a stormless sea but an unsinking boat. For the final time, it's your call and nobody is compelling you. Listen to what your heart of heart has to say, and let me know. I respect you as a person before my love for you.”

Enough with the suffocations, please.

Madhusudana had long forsaken the vibrant headgear and the extravagant crowns the moment he had decided to let go of his apprehension and then he charged out of his chambers in haste. The peacock feathers of Hari were glued to her opal bracelets and his hair now fell to his shoulders, unbounded and unruly, and he ran a hand through them to push away the cool droplets soaking them. Kanakangi, the woman of gold as the world called her, was starstruck and in catharsis yet again. The universe was notorious for their agape love.

“I promise you and the universe, O damsel of faultless spirits, that the curse inflicted upon your stars is mine too. The last blood moon that paints the future grotesque, was from a crime committed by the both of us in a birth you do not remember.”

Kamalnayani staggered a step as beads decked her honey eyes, blood coming to her mouth. She wished to run into his arms and run away from the last destined wound that fate would bring to her at the same time. She was weaker with every plea of his and whatever came ahead, would ruin the both of you. But not to destruction, never to destruction.

“Abandoning every uncertainty and fear, every dharma and conflict that plagues your conscience, put faith in me that I'll not let everything flow away like the queen taken away. Every curse that is yours and so mine too, for I cannot escape from the labyrinth of your soul and everything that you are, Svaha’s heiress to her grit.”

Kanha let one of his knees buckle in as he fell to the tawny soil with a thud, a thousand years flashing before his burning ethereal vision as she swallowed the pain that was his too. She hurt him and yet he was here. She knew she would do it again, so stained with ignorance. [When will you learn to be only yours, Chittachora? When will you go alone for the country that awaits you, the Bharatavarsha that laments in wars undeclared? Do you not deem me able to carry this curse alone, even if the punishment is of the both of us?]

[Let me have it too, Mohini. Let me have my share too but don't drain me of life by your fear of the togetherness of the both of us and disrespect the goddess you are by your detestation for your ownself. Do not take away the love in your veins that is for me. Let me be the fortunate one, let me have your heart like you've robbed me off mine.]

“Will you be my wife?”

I promise you, I will not go anywhere. There's no curse, no blessing, no hex that I won't shatter for you. I will never leave your side, I can never.

He was an art. The brawn biceps of his straining in the emotions that conquered him whole, the lips of his colored lilac at their commissure as they flaunted a blush pink shade, he was the kalopsia she wished to revel in. He was an art. He awaited the heartbreaking atelier.

She tasted salt on her mouth and sobbed because he did too, almost. She shook and trembled while hearing him so in her consciousness, ever known to his quintessence. As the stygian took over, the moon and the stars eager to let these sweethearts unite with fervor, Mohini caved into the trance that he bestowed upon her, burying her face in his neck, “Yes, yes, yes!”

#FUCK SLOW BURN I'M REVAMPING A BIT OF THE PRE-WEDDING PART OF MY KRISHNA X OC NOVEL #kamalnayani is my oc as i once mentioned earlier #anyway enjoy this proposal that I've hallucinated for far too long #to my watty readers #I've rewritten the 16th and 19th chapter of the book so fuck yeah #krishnablr #kanha #gopiblr #desiblr #krishna my beloved <3 #dhruvi writes #so like the chapters previously titled “on consent and will” and “haridra utsavam” are now “sempiternal” and “rumour has it” respectively #I'll also rewrite the 13th and all the wedding chapter #+ many other chapters I've lost count of at this point #anyways lemme know how you liked kanha and hridayaa

[iciatheguardess]

psst. nows your chance to elsie rant about the current events if you want to

Rant? Hmmm... I dunno where to start

(Btw, all of this is /silly and not meant to offend anyone at all)

I'm so fucking glad they're almost done with this shit, because shit is happening to EVERYONE. I can't believe how calm the 2nd floors been so far and I'm thankful for it- and I'm glad there was rubble blocking the way because they all need more items and checkpoints before getting to her. Also the angst, JESUS CHRIST THE ANGST. If you haven't seen my separate post about Icia sleeping (I'll find it if you want or you can hunt for it yourself) and seeing her friends back in tbdk then you know damn well there's something SEVERELY wrong happening with Icia and if ANY serious shit happens then HOOOOOOO boy God bless everyone's souls because that will NOT be fun. It's not even just her though- like. Spoilers. POOR FUCKING VERIE AND ARTHUR, LIKE JESUS CHRIST THEYRE EACH OTHER'S LOST FIANCE AND SHE DOESNT EVEN FULLY KNOW IT AND HES JUST WAITING SADLY WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IF SHES EVER GONNA REMEMBER. I'm really proud of Clara though, especially with being able to put her mask back on for the play. Lance and Raina are freaking me out a little. I know we've seen a bit of Lance and fighting really isn't his style but I've said this before and I'll say it again, seeing one of them for a long time and not the other FUCKING SCARES ME. And also, please someone get Stitch some therapy, that guy is basically going rabid with some of the stuff he's doing to himself and others, he is NOT mentally suited for this, no offense.

THATS NOT EVEN ALL. The dungeon party for me has been nothing but a whole lotta "WHAT????" Bc FIRST everyone falls asleep and gives into the trap just like that and Elsie and I are screaming into pillows for that to not happen- THEN BOB SHOWS UP WITH LEAFY AND MAGE I THINK? Idek if he's still there now but oh my god I can NOT wrap my head around this. ALSO IF I SEE KOPI AND KUMO AND THAT DAMN MEME ONE MORE TIME- well I guess I can't be mad bc they're each others support rn and that's really what everyone needs in this hell forsaken place at the moment. Someone also needs to really, really give Dusk a hug. I think she should make a rage room accessible to everyone in the circus, everyone needs that place.

Other than that I'm loving how creative the rooms and bosses are. I'm really hoping we see more Aoki bc he's so sweet and cute and someone get that man a gf right now, bring some happiness into his life. I'm also loving how creative I can be with the very, very long asks I'm writing for each room. I'm loving slipping bits of lore into Icias character. Yall don't know what I got planned or what Imma do if I get the chance. What I DONT love is how FAST MY FUCKING APPETITE DISAPPEARS THE GODDAMN MOMENT I SEE HER IN ANY ASK. Or if I see anything that has to do with Northeast, Raina and Lance, Stitch, etc. It's not fun being abt to eat a delicious bowl of cheesy spicy potatoes and seeing a notif and suddenly my appetite is like "HAHAHAHA ADIOS" because I get so anxious and excited that sometimes it literally makes me nauseous.

That's all I can remember rn. So far, 9/10, having lots of fun, have definitely cried a few times.

#iceanswers #modstar #you said rant #so i rant

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Hey Friendo it's me Hunter ^^ it has been some time hasn't it? I deeply apologize for not Being here and giving questions or any other stuff.. I have not been in a very good Place thus whole year and the events that happened Drained my energy and my motivation to read and alot of other stuff.. But! I am back now and caught up on the Fantasy mask AU and oh boy do I have questions! ^w^ be prepared for them! before we start just one thing. Did you eat and drink something? It's summer time and it can get hot so please Remember to drink and eat and rest

Now onto the questions!

Chapter 24:

- How did Henrik Got that Ilnees? Was he born with it

- Henrik will be okay right? Also please Jesus both Jackie and Henrik need sleep *puts blanket over them* if they ask who got them the blanket say a Timetraveler from a different Multiverse who's name is Hunter ^^

- For Chase it's a dream But for Jack it's real where he is Trapped in why is it different for Both.?

- who's king Samuel? Is that the king JJ 'serverd' or is that a different king?

Chapter 25:

Poor chase! You can't do this to me 😭😭 he found his family and now just poof!? :( also please tell me JJ is Fricking okay!! You don't know how fast my heart started beating as I did read what happened! Please tell me the little prince is okay 🥺

Questions for this chapter

- Draco Has magic!? Whoa how why when!!

- Why is Stacia going under a different name now and is she under a spell?

- Jair will be okay right? Please tell me he won't get hurt (even tho I love angst xD)

Chapter 26:

Okay you know what What is your power! My heart is beating very fast now and I am Hella scared for Jairsolas!! You can't do this to me. You made me cry! (I have Taken Jair so much in my heart now that he will always be special for me. And hey like I said once Me crying is not a bad thing it just means You really Have gotten me so much invested into that story) that's the first ever chapter where I am Hella scared for Jair srs! I You can't do this to me 😭😭 My boy! I will Travel through the god damn Multiverse and Beat the king up (which I probably Won't be able to because I'm to scared and 100% just would listen and do what he says)

Questions for this chapter:

- Why is the room covered in dusk?

- When will Henrik confess his love xD

- Will Jair be more traumatized now?

- Can I please give Jairsolas Hugs 🥺🥺 and tell him everything will be okay

With Greetings Your Good old Pal: Hunter

Hey Hunter good to see you again! I'm sorry you had a rough time but I'm happy you're better now ^-^ Yes, I have had food and water today. I drink a lot of water during summer cause I run hot naturally. I'd love to give more small talk but since you have a lot of questions I think it would be easier to cut to the chase.

How did Henrik get that illness? Was he born with it? Partly? The "false world curse" is inspired by real-world psychotic illnesses like schizophrenia, and there's a huge genetic factor in illnesses like those. Basically, if you have the potential to develop this illness running in your family, you could develop it when exposed to stress. That's what happened to Henrik in Fantasy Masks. There's a lot of stress that comes with running a rebel group, and he developed the illness over time.

Will Henrik be okay? Also he and Jackie need sleep. He will be okay... eventually. Also yeah everyone needs sleep XD I'll try to write a nice cozy sleep scene with a fluffy blanket in the upcoming chapters, just for you ^-^

For Chase it's a dream, but for Jack it's real where he's trapped, why is it different for both? It IS also a dream for Jack, it's just a VERY realistic one. The reason for that will be explained in future chapters!

Who's king Samuel? Is that the king JJ 'served' or is that a different king? King Samuel is not The King in the story. Samuel was the very first king of Glasúil, the one who united all the people and set up the government. The King is related to Samuel, but Samuel himself has been dead for hundreds of years.

Poor Chase! He found his family and now just poof? Yep, unfortunately :(

Draco has magic? How? Draco has always had magic! He's not a normal cat, he's a wizard's familiar. He can do all sorts of stuff. But, admittedly, this new trick is one that even Marvin wasn't expecting. It'll be explored more in later chapters :)

Why is Stacia going under a different name now and is she under a spell? Stacia wanted to leave her past life behind, so her name was changed. The same happened with everyone else from Chase's home village. As for if she's under a spell... Hmmm, what do you think? ;)

When will Henrik confess his love? The current plan is for him and Vsevna to have a nice chat some time in the next few chapters. But I'm not sure when exactly, since I have to figure out where it'll go in between all the rest of the plot that's going on.

Will Jair be more traumatized now? Can I give him hugs? Please tell me he'll be okay! Jameson is not gonna have a fun time for the next week or so. :( There's going to be some trauma reawakened, but he's stronger than he thinks! He'll be okay once this is all over. Hugs would be good hdjsakflh Unfortunately people can't interact with fictional characters to comfort them :( But I'll make sure he gets a big hug sooner or later. I'm so happy you're attached to Jair, by the way! I really like him as well :)

#long post #asks answered #brokentimewatch #fantasymasksau

[mtnkat3]

12.58pm.

Whimpering softly moaning... squirming as I stand.. oh..f*ck...my loves..... you . . . . .feel me too? The good, the loving, the sexy... erotic.....

& the scared... the outta the loop frustration. The begging God to please end my prison nightmare.

To the thanking Him because many parts are done. But.. belligerent petulant bully is pissed off to owe me so much more than 1 penny.

To the know I'm...hungry... because I am in front of fridge & a swig of Hershey's made me cross my eyes... smile... thoughts... cravings.....

To the feeling you . . . . .

Stroke my hair.. my face.. like that.....

Whimpering softly.

Makes me desperately happy..

& crazy bonkers to end my nightmare.

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But. the only way it can end earlier than 3.23.. is God breaking loose the chains hog & the adversary are weighing me down with. I know the only way he's gonna do that is for me to get all the dang packing & work done. But I need help to do so. More the support. God giving me energy & strength to ignore hog & just do it is me getting that to do 1 room per week. And that's a lot. [1280sq+full basement&garage.] But if God gives it to me & work from dawn to dusk it is doable. Barely. So.. fighting pain, depression, hog's...demotivating to not movement..

I need You . . . . .🎶

But ya'll know me & my warrior queen Tijgeress kat Phoenix spirit. You..... wouldn't love me if I let you do it all.

But I want Your love & respect more than I want to be rescued.

This is the last part of my battles, of the war. So yes, it's the hardest.

I want to prove to myself, to God, to you . . . . .

I am indeed worthy.. deserving.. & being Blessed beyond measure of the Gift of You . . . . . by God's Grace & Plan!!!!!

I work & will never give up!!!!!

I await because God's Plan & telling me to hold on daughter! Patience.

Strength. Fortitude. Endurance.

Believe.

Magic of God's Plan, Grace, Time, Reasons.

I am His warrior queen daughter.

Created by God.

For you . . . . .

My beloved Bears . Angels . . . . .

I wouldn't be a good warrior queen sub mate if I didn't do the work.

I let mom, hog.. control my life too long. I had those boots on my neck. It always kept me drowning..

Now it's time to soar... right into your..... arms...

...

And as per usual... God's in control. And took over this letter to you my loves.....

I think about you . . . . . Crave you . Want you . Alllll the time!!!!!

What keeps me ...motivated.. inspired.. focused.. & reminds me that I have a lot to atone & make amends for. I just.. feel like the years are my fault. And it's one of the huge cracks in my soul. I am working on me. To learn.. grow.. to learn how to forgive myself.

Again. God's Hands. He spilled these thoughts & feelings thru my thumbs. Shy grin.

I miss paper & nice pens! Ugh. But arthritis makes even this difficult.

Another thing I pray about. He's shown me so much..... does that mean I am more like Sarah & the magical things I've seen than the decrepit body my soul is struggling with now.....? I pray because I do not know.. I only know that I trust God. Implicitly.

And He has shown me to trust you . . . . . too.

Ok. I need to get back to it.

Blushing beet red bowing my head chewing lips

I gotta mess to swipe my slate clean of!

Hog. House.

Whimpering softly.

You . . . . . are my soul's precious priceless treasured Gift.

I will never take you . . . . . for granted.

I am..

Yours . . . . .

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯☸⚓🤓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲🌂🔗⛓🧰🧣🥾🏔🍋🥤📋🗓⚙⚒🛠⚖🔐🏗🧱🏰🗽🦅🕊🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🌲🧶🧵🥧🥮🍯🍼☕🍫🍭🌰🍎🍑🍒🥨🥓🍳🥩⌚💡⚡🌟🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎯🧭🕯🎅🎄🎁🎀💓🎶💋

Sa.12.17.2022 1.48pm est.

[gaiuswrites]

Original Sin | Darksaber!Din

Pairing: Dark!Din x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ older for the love of all things holy)

Word count: 3.4k~

Summary: Things change after Grogu leaves. People change. No one is exempt.

Warnings/tags: DUB CON?¿, masturbation (m and f), inappopriate use of darksaber, sex toy (...), Dark!Din, Dom!Din, sacrilegious references, really dark shit, i am so sorry

Update: This should go without saying, but as it turns out, it’s in need of being said: every word written in this fic is my own; any likeness to any other work is coincidence, regardless of how bizarre. I don’t mean to offend anyone or raise suspicion, as I am certainly not a plagiarist (literally couldn’t be even if I tried: I am equal parts too incompetent, too busy, and too lazy to steal from someone else. Fellow writers can attest, I’m an absolute garbage reader and fall behind on almost everyone’s work. There’s an embarrassing amount I haven’t read.) Please reach out to me personally if you have any concerns. I respect everyone here like you wouldn’t believe. Sending love to you all. Be well. ✨

Notes: When I go to hell (it really is only a matter of timing, and not so much a question of if anymore), this fic will rank number one on the list of reasons why I’m sent to my eternal timeout. This... I'm twisted. I have issues. God help us. Seriously, this is basically a horror show. I bow down to the Darksaber!Din content creators who came before me, and the original artwork that inspired me to write this— thank you for lighting this (descending, dirty) path. I HAVE TAGGED A FEW PEOPLE HERE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTERESTED but really— REALLY— there’s absolutely no pressure. Cheers friends x ( gif credit: @skyshipper )

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The days stretch long like morning yawns—hours passing on creaky bones, slow and congealed inside the metal womb of the Crest.

It wasn’t always this way.

They used to be filled with pitter pattering— with wily antics and vanishing acts that could baffle even the most veteran of illusionists— with prying frogs from tiny, green hands and giggling as blocks and baubles floated through the hull. Laughter. There used to be laughter here.

But that was then. The child is gone now. The Razor Crest is quiet.

Time fills itself like this; there’s little for you to do now but wait. Wait for the dusk to blur into the dawn. Wait for your food to cook. Wait for the shower to warm. Wait for the parts you ordered to arrive at the port. Wait for Din to come back—to come home.

Home. You used to be so certain—you’d bite the head off anyone who questioned otherwise— but you’re not so sure this is home anymore. Its not that anything has changed. No, the galley, the carbonite pods, the cockpit, the deck—it’s all still here. The scuffed walls, the durasteel, the littered crates and packed arsenal. But—

It’s different. It feels different. Something is...

off.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. Its intangible, but it’s everywhere—like gas. Invisible to the naked eye, but encircling you all the same. Choking you.

Killing you.

There’s no good explanation for it. You feel eyes on you when there are none. You find yourself glancing over your shoulder, knowing full well you are alone. Something keeps snagging you, pulling at an unseen thread. The corners of your peripherals tugging at you. Beckoning.

Was that a shadow? No.

Is someone there? It’s just you.

There is a tickle at your ear - a constant - dancing along the shell of it. Wherever you go, it follows.

Home home home. It only feels like home when Din is there, safe and sound at your side. But even then, even Din—in all of his plated exterior—even Din has succumbed. Even Din has

changed.

The truth is, Grogu left and a part of Din left with him. There’s less of him now— more, too: there’s less where it matters, and there’s more where there shouldn’t be.

You don’t remember when it started—when he first disappeared. When the spark in him died, and he was reignited anew.

When this Other became.

On multiple occasions you’ve caught him murmuring into the bellied dark of the Crest with a bent spine, hunched over himself as if he’s shrinking—enveloping in in in as far as the beskar along his chest will allow him to cave. You can never pick up what he mutters, but you catch the sounds of his teeth and lips brushing together, hissing. It’s not Basic; you’d recognize it if it were. You don’t think its Mando’a either. It’s too sharp— too vile. There’s none of his language’s elegance in it.

“Did you say something?” You asked once, poking your head around the doorway, eyes resting on the shine of his helmet.

A beat—and slowly, he unfurled, rearing to his full height and like a sentinel he swiveled, pivoting to face you.

“No.”

Your throat bobbed. “Oh, I-I thought I heard-”

“Come here, mesh’la.”

And you did. You always do.

The darksaber appeared on his belt one day, shortly after the child went away. It came, only once, and there it stays. Indistinguishable - inseparable - there is no dismembering the two. It accompanies him in all things; when he pilots, when he hunts, when he eats. It sleeps by him.

By you, too.

Din has always been stoic—of scant words and physical timing—but now he is a golem. A silent, shrouded figure. His Creed is broken, and you wonder maybe - briefly - if Din is broken as well. He is never unkind to you. He is never threatening. But he is never him. His eyes— the oaky comfort you once found in them— have blackened. He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man.

And within that pit he has born rage. Immaculately, it has sprung from him as woman did by Adam’s rib. Like mold growing upon stale fruit does he have this—this wrath. It crept through him. It stalked along his soft flesh— his tawny hide—and it waited; patient, there in the shadows, it waited for him. Waited for him to turn his back, to close his eyes and drop his guard— leeway, an entrance— as to slip in undetected.

To inhabit.

The virtue and love that once thrummed within the heart of him has burned away. Charred. Only this of him remains; this insatiable lust— for blood sport, for the promise of split knuckles and fractured bone, for you.

For all of you.

Now, Din goes out on bounties like he needs it—like it’s oxygen. He lives off it. He’s sustained by the rush, by the adrenaline laced chemicals pumping through his arteries. He’s gone for days and weeks on end and when he returns, he fucks you like he’s been starved. Out in the wilderness without a morsel to eat, he devours you. He’s ravenous as he tears his way across your body—all too pliant for him, all too willing—letting him feast on the nectar dripping from your heat.

You can feel it in his foot steps as he storms the ship, the bassy echo of it. You can see it in the pitch of his visor. You can feel it in his cock as he slams into you, night after night after night—ceaselessly. Tirelessly. Unnaturally. The number of orgasms he wrings out of you is countless—his need so incurable, you have to fight to stay above it all; you have to war against your urge to slip away completely.

Din is one grey choice - one hair trigger - from coming undone.

And you should be scared. You should be terrified—he should terrify you. Like scalding water, you should flinch away at the mere sight of him—at the warning steam that rises from his pauldrons. This predator, unhinged and off his leash—a great, crushing beast at which you are at the mercy of.

But— you aren’t.

You couldn’t place it at first: the gnawing. The gnawing at your insides like maggots festering upon a grizzled carcass hanging limp at a wet market. You couldn’t name the tremor in your gut. You gave it epithets as best you could, you gave it placeholders - fear, worry, intrigue - all until one day it spilled. One day it seeped past the tremble of your stomach and sank lower, lower,

lower.

It settled in your cunt—the gnawing. And you named it Want.

You want him. You want this—you’re addicted to it. This sin like led-lined velvet, you want to roll in it until it poisons you, until you’re smothered with it, just like it’s smothering you now— blanketing you as you mewl naked in your bed, knees knocked together. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you frantically work circles into your clit with the all consuming thought of him: his teeth at your shoulders, his hand around your windpipe.

You’re nearing your finish, the promise of that tight coil unraveling there - there - right before you. You’re so enrapt in it—in this dizzying, wanton act—you don’t register the ramp lowering. You don’t hear the carbonite chamber whir, his quarry freezing over, or his foot falls sounding their way to your bunk.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasp, frightened eyelids wrenching open as his baritone timbre crackles through the hull. The Mandalorian stands there, backlit by the glow from the galley and he looms—expressionless. Haunting. You blink at him rapidly, batting away the desire that’s glazed over your eyes.

“Y-You’re back,” you stutter lamely. You try to smile. You try to distract him. “I uhm, I didn’t hear you come in. I thought you wouldn’t be back until, u-until..."

Your excuses fade, mouth parched dry. The film of his visor gives you nothing. He is unknowable, but you feel it - sense it - that energy—unbridled and rippling off of him in sick, suffocating waves.

“I’ll ask you again,” Din starts.

“What-" he steps towards you, darksaber hanging heavy at his hip, “do you think-" you shimmy up your cot, shoulder blades digging into the steel sidings, “you’re doing?”

Your heart thunders against your chest, beating until you’re sure it’ll burst.

“I’m-"

I’m sorry you almost say, and you have to force yourself to gulp down the apology. You know he doesn’t want it, and he knows you wouldn’t mean it even if you offered it to him.

Your brow wavers. “I-"

He rips away the sheet you had drawn up over you and reflexively you jerk back, revealing the gloss on your fingers and the patch of hair above your mound, shimmering shamefully—exposing you, mocking you under the dim lights.

“What’s this?” he asks, and fuck he’s patronizing you. He’s smirking—you don’t have to see it, you can hear it in the curving lilt of his voice as he drinks in the sight of your very obvious indiscretion, laid bare before him. You can’t bring yourself to answer him—you can hardly look at him—and you bristle, hair on your arm prickling up.

“You fuck yourself speechless, little one?”

Your cunt throbs, burning and contracting around the orgasm that was snatched away from you and fuck, you’re drowning in him. Din is tar—he’s an oil slick, and you’re plummeting through it—gasping for air, for the surface, for sunlight. He’s everywhere—his broad frame, his voice, his scent like copper and smoke. You can barely breathe through the thick of him.

“Answer me,” he growls, leather croaking at the clench of his fist.

“Yes—yes,” you utter, proceeding with honesty, no matter how pathetic. “I missed you,” you squeak out.

Din cocks his head, a smug look scowled onto his visor. “You missed me?” he purrs through a sneer and you nod, precious and small, worrying the inside of your lip.

He sinks one leg and then the other onto your bedroll, just between your parted feet, kneeling before you. The flimsy spring mattress squeals under his weight—all of that armor, all of that boiling soot trapped within him.

“How much?”

For a moment, you must look confused. Puzzled. Your eyebrows furrow as Din unclips the saber from his belt, rolling it over in his hand. You rake your gaze up from it, dilated pupils landing on the unforgiving black panel there.

“You claim you missed me. Prove it.”

Your cunt bottoms out.

He crouches over you, tracing along your inner thighs with it's steel shaft and you bury your fists into the cot. You don't know which to look at: Din or the rod in his hand. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you trust me.”

Fuck, it feels like you’re going to rattle apart. There isn’t an inch of you that isn’t humming—isn’t seizing up wild. “I-I trust you,” you mouth softly. And you do, whether you should or not—you trust him with your life, to make or ruin.

“Fuck, you’re wet mesh'la,” he appraises darkly, leaning in to run a leathered digit through your seam, parting your curls. Your legs twitch, heels of your feet digging into the bed. “So ready for me. So eager."

Your eyes dance frenetically down to the handle and back up to him as he aligns the saber with your pussy. The blunt end of it touches your lips and you shudder, instinctually fidgeting away from it. Din splays his hand on your knee, anchoring you in place. “Shh,” he coos, rubbing a thumb soothingly into your skin. It doesn’t feel sweet. It feels sickly, cloying— like arsenic.

You don’t dare breathe as he prods the shaft into you, inch by terrible inch. It doesn’t matter how slicked and wet you are from touching yourself, your walls strangle the foreign intrusion. Your body resists.

“Fuck,” you sob. Your throat, your pussy, all of it— it’s all compacted. It feels so fucking tight, both words and air fighting to get out and in all at once—everything inside you constricting.

“Show me,” he grits through clenched teeth. “Show me how much you missed me.” He drags his gloved digit over your clit, pressing down onto it until you see stars, fizzing in front of your vision. “I know you can take it, sweet girl. Be good and show me.”

Be good. Be good for him. Be his only vice.

He continues to swirl at your bundle of nerves and you’re nearly thrashing with it— with all of this— hair fanned and mussed against the pillow as you writhe, swallowing his saber to the hilt. Fuck, you’re so full. Maker, you’re stuffed with it; with the cold, uneven edges, the ridges woven into the grip of it— and he slowly - tortuously - delves the handle in and out of you, hitting against your cervix with every thrust.

You can only mumble. Your lips have gone slack, your mind is cavernous. All you can do is quiver and beg— beg for release. Beg for it to end.

Beg for more.

“Oh gods, oh g- Maker, please—”

Your bleary eyes shoot open as you’re silenced by the grip of his gloved hand.

“No.” Din pinches your jaw in the web of his palm, fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “No, your God isn’t here,” he seethes, low and deadly, graphite venom dripping from his lips. “Pray to me.”

Fuck.

Trembling, your lips pucker ugly and sloppy as you babble uselessly in his stony grasp, chin crinkling with a whimper. “D-Din.”

He inhales sharply, mouth snaking into a wicked grin behind his helm. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

He’s deboning you as he would a fish. Practiced, he plucks you into messy pieces—gutting you through your open maw. His ministrations are crawled. They’re slothed and carnal with arrogance and pride and it’s not enough—its all together too much, but still—it’s not enough. You’re hungry. You paw at him, scraping over his breastplate.

“Din, please—more," you gasp feverishly, eyes blown wide.

A blip of static huffs through his modulator. “You want more, you filthy little thing?” He gives you another squeeze, indenting scorch marks into your face.

You nod—you try to, his grasp is too firm, rooting your neck to still. “Yes.”

Din groans, all but obliging you as he begins to fuck you harder, pistoning through you as he thumbs your nub with his rough pad.

“Din-”

You’re whining now, tinny and depraved. It’s wrong. Every part, every second of this, is wrong. Immoral. But you can’t stop the way your body convulses at his every touch—you can’t stop the heat roiling in your core.

“Din, Din baby- fuck fuck fuck-”

It’s like he’s trying to split you in two—all of you. Your pussy, your mind, your soul—he’s bisecting you. Divvying you up to bits of nothing. It’s only then that horrid realization occurs to you, winding through your addled haze as he fucks you deep and splintering: you’ll never be whole again.

And scarier still—you don’t think you want to be.

No, you want to be these loathsome shards. You want to be broken glass. You want to draw blood.

You want to be possessed by him.

“Fuck yourself,” he pants, his cock straining violently against his trousers, begging for relief. “Be good and fuck yourself. Let me watch.”

Be good be good be good

He leaves your clit and you whimper at the loss. Your face is stained with tears. The salty trails cascade down to mingle into your hair, into the sheets. You’re vibrating, but you do as he says and you reach down, recoiling when you touch the chilled metal tip. Tentatively, you pad along it, settling on the end that’s peeking out from you.

A pained sound rumbles through Din as you wrap your fist around the saber, and your eyes flit up to meet his, hidden somewhere behind his helm. Hurriedly he unbuttons his pants in a flourish and removes himself from his constraints. He’s pulsing and proud, flexing up against his stomach, the veins choked to bulge along the angry, silken shaft of him.

Finally, you begin to move the hilt—finding an aching, undulating rhythm and he can’t fucking take it. He rips his helmet off, letting it clatter to the floor.

“Din,” your pray, “Din, I think I’m going to-”

You’re wrecked – fried like a livewire– as you look for him, as you search and search—for that warmth, for a trace of him left there. The Din you knew, the Din you agreed to fly with all those months ago, the Din you love. You think you see it sometimes—in the slant of his mouth, the bridge of his nose— but here, now, he is gone.

He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man, and you want nothing more than to fall. Standing on the ledge of him, staring down into the abyss—you want this. You want to fall. You want to jump.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me, sweet girl— tell me.” He’s fucking his fist raw, humping into his palm as desperate as an animal.

“I’m yours,” you mewl. Furiously rubbing your clit with one hand and spearing yourself on the rod of his saber with the other, your hips buck and spasm. You snap. A blinding light sears through you, ricocheting off every scrap of muscle and tendon sewed up in your body. “Just for you,” you cry, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours—”

Your ragged sobs mix with the lewd slaps of skin as Din pumps himself, hot ropes of his release spitting onto you— painting your pussy, the divot of your navel, coating along the slope of your tummy.

“Look at you—fucking, look at you,” he moans throatily, easing through his rough strokes as he softens.

Your chest is heaving and you feel dumb, empty—like a puppet, arms and legs moving on phantom strings. Din removes the handle from you with a wet squelch; a viscous strand of your juices clings on, obscenely connecting your pussy to the base of it, and you rasp—the wind punched out of you with its gaping absence. You gush. It dribbles out the slit of you, leaking past your abused hole and soaking into the bedroll.

When he unsheathed the saber from your scabbard, he took a part of you with it. You’re so fucked out—you’re practically a parsec away— it went unnoticed.

Undetected.

It brushed past you. You didn’t feel it—you didn’t recognize the whisper that has slithered in in it’s place, nestling within your swollen folds.

Breeding there.

“Beautiful,” Din murmurs, placing it on the mattress beside your head, the chrome of it gleaming with your slick. He bows his head to lick a path up your cunt, laving you clean as he climbs higher and higher, tonguing off his seed from your stippled skin. “Fucking beautiful, mesh’la,” he growls. “Mine—all fucking mine.”

You’ve gone heavy. You’re too heavy to keep your eyes open—you’ve been hollowed out and you’ve got nothing keeping you tethered here. You start slipping under in slow motion—intervals between languid blinks lasting longer and longer. You’re spooled in a knot of tangled limbs with Din’s mouth, fervent and needy, flaying you open as he sees fit— with his hot mouth and teeth, suckling your breasts, biting at your nipples and bruising your pretty neck.

It’s not long before you hear it again, as you have before— as you always do: the faint caressing of speech, of lips forming language you cannot understand—made indecipherable in your strung out high.

“D’you say something?” you mumble, half conscious—half dreaming.

Din laps a long stripe up your throat, his stubble sanding your skin. “No.”

You sigh, breathy and girlish, as his fingers find your mound, dipping into you once again. He makes you cum twice more that evening. You barely have the strength to watch him do it.

/

Finally, when he’s satisfied—when he’s spent with driving you mad, making you rile— he grants you respite. He permits it – generous, charitable - and you sleep like the dead, soundly through the night until—

until you don’t.

Eyes. You feel them somewhere— there are eyes on you. You stir, stuttering in your sleep to squirm in the dark. You don’t know what you’re listening to at first. It’s a sound of some kind, a noise. There is a hiss—

A frigid hand seizes around the bloody organ pulsing in your ribcage.

No, not a hiss—it’s a voice. It’s— no-

You pat around for Din beside you but he’s gone—he’s long gone and his vacant spot has grown cold without him—and your nails dig into the sheets, desperately clawing into the fabric.

Inside you.

The voice, the sharp hush of it—it’s inside you. It speaks from inside your own mind, its forked tongue fluttering against your ear.

‘Wake up, sweet girl.’

/

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[nnatsume]

a new blog!! welcome <33

i'd love to hear some rei and kaoru boyfriend hcs :33

a / n gooood mooorning anooooon! thank you very much <3 wanted to give this a try and i think this is now my favourite—im seeing a lot of undead requests tho you all are acting a little sus.. i hope you enjoy!!

SAKUMA REI

you're in for a ride :thumbs up: a whole rollercoaster. buckle up really good.

rei is a little unusual and sometimes even unconventional—the dude sleeps in a whole coffin, tells you he is a vampire (**REAL** NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) the day you meet, speaks like he's from ancient rome or something and he doesn't really have a problem with people knowing. he starts monologuing about creatures of the night right infront of you. if you're not scared off, congrats.

he will warn you tho. its very dangerous to get involved with vampires ohoho oh yes it is. but it's reverse psychology please get involved with him he is extremely lonely. :(

he will be the kind of bf that is more subtle and more verbally affectionate. he's the dude that stands behind you and takes your hand and start reciting something from a book or a poem. something that makes you feel warm. he's not a milk and honey type guy, talks more about 1800s literature. sometimes you do not understand and he will not explain.

sometimes he'll leave you in the dark and have you figure out things—may be fun for some people, less fun for others. he finds it entertaining. part of being with a vampire i guess :shrug:

"the sun has made place for the moon for long. do you not want to sleep, beloved?", he asked, sitting across from you, looking a little smug as he always does—you guessed it was just his face, usually, but his lips curled higher than normal. he is entertained. he is teasing you.

you are not entertained. you've been trying to figure out what in gods name rei told you a while before and all hints he gave you were to look in the history section. "i'm trying to figure out weather you actually complimented or insulted me."

with a hum and a chuckle, he slid a book over the table. and when you looked at the title your heart dropped into your stomach. "..thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st.."

its translations of shakespearean sonnets.

there's some sad truths here—rei is an idol so he doesn't always have time, and his disease prevents him from going outside at daytime. you may be a little restricted in what you can do when you decide to go out somewhere. at dusk or dawn when you both are awake, he may take you out for a walk.

if you're willing to change up your schedule and stay up longer at night with him sometimes, that would be cool—but it would be basically throwing your whole life upside down so he won't make you do it

if you decide to stay up with him one time though, you won't be able to get enough of it. he'll make your nights worth it. :thumbs up:

rei will teach you how to dance—maybe an old waltz. so you two get to dance in the moonlight. he finds it very romantic. you'll see the adoration on his face when he's facing the window, but only for a split second before you only see his shilouette. and he'll take you on walks to pretty places and hold your hand.

he has kind of made it his mission to keep you safe. rei loves you lots and he wouldn't want anything to ruin your smile. he won't make the same mistake twice, so when you call him, he'll be there immediately.

best bf number 2 :thumbs up: you get the whole package. just help him find his humanity again and heal his wounds from the past!! loving him will still be just like fairytale, still. :)

bonus: this mans coffin doesn't have wheels for nothing. motorcycles are too modern he puts you on his lap and drives you down the hallway. have a race with koga and his brand new racecar adonis.

HAKAZE KAORU

kaoru is to you like... a beach in the morning. it smells fresh, maybe a little salty. the sun makes you warm and the wave cools you down. sit down in the sand and take a break. :)

what i mean by that—YOU'RE ON ANOTHER ROLLERCOASTER WOOOHOOO!! but your rollercoaster is more chill kaoru is very chill. he'll tease you and be a little mean (jokingly) but he cares about you lots and will help you out when you are down. he is very new and different to you. no wave hits the shore the same. you'll have a great time again for sure. :thumbs up:

he has lots of experience, but with you, he's just kind of lost. from you, he doesn't want that motherly affection. he just wants you. his goal is different, so his usual approach wouldn't work. so if you don't have experience either, you're both beginners now.

his love language is a bit of everything. a mixture. every action towards you shows a little bit of love. a gift, a whisper of a compliment, a kiss, a letter.. you get the whole package again. he has no limits on this but if it does overwhelm you he'll calm down a little.

kaoru will take you surfing.

"you're shaking like a leaf in the wind—when the wave comes you're going to flip over, y'know?", he said, as he held your legs on the surfing board. you were pretty sure that you wouldn't even need a wave to hit you to fall over. "relax. it's like riding a bike, you have to find some balance so you don't tip over when we get to the big waves. let me come on top."

kaoru let go of your legs for a moment to hoist himself up on the board—and if he grabbed you again one second later you were pretty sure you would have gone deep-diving. "can't go without me, huh?", he told you, hands on your waist, "maybe we can just stand here for a while. you're just learning balance.."

you stand on the board with him in the middle of the sea first. bet he'll tease you a little as he holds you there—but he thinks it's very brave that you went with him. when you have to learn to stand up on the board though you may regret it. (speaking from experience)

when he sees something that reminds you of him he has to instantly send it to you or if it's something in the store he has to get it.

hi babe this reminds me of you (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

and then its that video of that litol angry kitten biting the vet or a picture of a rat photoshopped in a shirt you own. something stupid or cute you get no inbetween sorry

he is your beach bf. he'll get some conches from the shore and go to the handicrafts club so they can help him put that stuff on a string. he'll get the pretty ones with the pinkish tint on the inside that are blue on the outside. it's a necklace for you he made it please take care of it it has a picture of you two in it

kaoru takes you out to a lot of places!! lots of the money he gets through his idol work he invests into you. he slams his credit card on the table the moment he sees something you would enjoy. be it a fancy restaurant or a cute cat café.

bonus: you're that couple that wears the ugliest matching outfits to ever exist. like straight up hideous graphic shirts and those ugly round sunglasses. you rock it both of you :thumbs up:

bonus bonus: he literally attempts to serenade you the first time you meet because he has no idea how to start it and a little further in your relationship he sings you to sleep with that exact song

spoil him please he enjoys being spoiled and coddled too dare i say that he is a little spoon........ hold him real tight ok??? love the kaoru. take care of the kaoru.

last bonus i swear: he plays x and 0 on your forehead when you are asleep and vulnerable. how you get revenge is your choice :)

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #kaoru hakaze #kaoru hakaze x reader #I HAD WAAAAAY TOOOOOO MUCH FUN ON KAORUS PART #📖.my writing

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 4

Confrontations and Truths

It was almost 5:30, the dusk was setting in as Alec walked out of his office, mumbling something under his breath. He looked around to find a taxi which he got after 5 minutes, then got in and left for Catarina's house.

*At Catarina's apartment*

Catarina was pacing in her living room, glancing at the clock again and again. Her worries were deepening with each passing second when her doorbell rang. Sighing, she waved her hands and opened the door.

Alec walked inside and gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, Cat! I'm.... 15 minutes late." He said while hugging her gently.

"That's not what I'm concerned about Alec, you asked me to meet you urgently and not tell Magnus about our meeting at all, what's going on!?"

He was about to answer when a soft voice echoed the whole house.

"Aallleeecccc!"

Madzie came running down the hall and hugged Alec's leg who was around Alec's waist height now. She was growing faster and learned a lot in all these years. Catarina had officially adopted her, and they formed a really great bond over the course of years.

A wide smile appeared on Alec's face as he bent down to her height and gave her a tight hug. "Hey, sweet pea!"

"Magnus didn't come?" She asked in a sad voice.

"No, sweet pea, I had some important work with your mom, that's why I came. We'll surely come soon to meet you, okay?"

"Okay!" she said enthusiastically, her sadness completely gone.

"Hey Mads! Go to your room sweetheart, we have some important work to discuss." Catarina said to her softly but a slight tone of worry was visible in her voice.

"Okay mommy, bye Alecc!"

"Bye, sweet pea!"

After she left, Catarina sighed, crossed her arms above her chest, and glared at Alec. "Alec! Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Cat! Calm down, can we please sit and talk?"

Catarina sighed yet again. They walked towards her mini balcony where there was a coffee table with two wooden chairs placed around it. She waved her hands and summoned a hot coffee for herself and hot chocolate with marshmallows for Alec.

"Thank you!" Alec said as he sat down on the chair.

Catarina was still looking at him firmly.

"So, to answer your question, Magnus is not fine."

"What!? Alec! What happened to him, has his powers-"

"Cat! Cat! Calm down! There's nothing wrong with him. He's completely fine, he's just not fine emotionally."

"Emotionally!?"

"Look, Cat, it's our anniversary in 6 days, I want to do something for him for which I'll be needing the help of a warlock, and I obviously can't take Magnus' help, so that's why I wanted to meet you."

Catarina let out a breath of relief, which she didn't know was holding. "Alec, I'm still confused, how is Magnus' mental health and your surprise plan related?"

Alec took a deep breath and composed himself before speaking. "You're aware of the biggest attack that happened in Alicante about a month ago, which almost resulted in war?"

"Yes, Alec, I obviously am, that's the reason I'm in Alicante. They needed the powerful warlocks from around the globe to fix the broken wards, you know it really well those are no ordinary wards. But, what about it?" a frown appeared on her forehead, not understanding where this was headed.

"Well, in that attack, I was in the field and Magnus was also called. It was not a small attack so they called everyone that can fight that battle. We both were on the field fighting side by side, but..." Alec cleared his throat, his eyes starting to flood with tears with those memories.

"Alec?" Catarina asked softly.

Alec closed his eyes and a teardrop fell on his cheek. "I... I almost died in that battle."

"What!?" Catarina's eyes went wide. "Oh my god! Alec... why nobody told me about this!? Why am I hearing about it now?"

"You were at the Spiral Labyrinth, Cat. We wouldn't be able to contact you even if we wanted. And, you know Magnus, he hates talking about things like these."

Catarina sighed and gave a slow nod.

"Anyways, I was in a coma for 10 days. My recovery was really slow, but I recovered. I knew Magnus was by my side the whole time, I was able to hear him, hear everything happening beside me, I heard him crying, begging me to wake up, to not leave him this soon, that... he won't be able to live without me, he cried on my arms, didn't sleep for a day!" He paused as tears kept running down his face.

Catarina gently squeezed his arms.

"When I recovered and went back home, he didn't allow me to go back to work for days. I had to convince him, remind him that I'm an inquisitor, I don't have that much fieldwork now, but... he never was able to get over it." He took a deep breath and continued.

"He told me he was fine, but I know he's not Cat! He still cries at night, thinking I'm asleep and not hearing him. whenever I've come home early, I've heard him crying, saying things like... like I'll die someday in a battle or I'll grow old one day and die and leave him forever. But I've always ignored it, knowing that I won't be able to comfort him no matter how hard I try to. And also, because he thinks he's hiding from me. If I confront him, he'll become defensive and more secretive, he'll push me away."

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Catarina reached out and gave his shoulder a light squeeze. When he opened his eyes, tears were shining brightly in them.

"I... I can't see him like that, Cat! He had a past full of pain, he had been in and out of relationships, had bad ones like Camille. You know all about it better than me, I know he's scared that I'll grow old one day and die. My mortality is scaring him, I love him and I'm worried about him."

"Oh my! Alec... I can't believe Magnus didn't say a word to me. But how can I help you with this?"

"I... Is... I... I... Is...."

"Alec!?" Catarina frowned, her mind going only in one direction with Alec's confrontation.

"I want to become immortal!" He announced.

At first, Catarina's eyes went wide, but then a light smile appeared on her face. "Look, Alec, I'm happy to see the love you have for Magnus, but becoming immortal-"

"It's not just for Magnus, Cat! I'm doing it for myself as well. I want to be with Magnus forever. I can't think of being apart from him even for a day, and, about watching my whole family dying in front of my eyes, with Magnus being by my side, I know I'll handle it!"

Catarina was so awestruck by his determination. 'Magnus is really lucky to have Alec, I'm so happy for you Magnus Bane!' she thought. "But there's one more problem, Alec, you have pure angel blood running in your veins, if you want to become immortal-"

"You think I came without homework, Cat!?" He took out a piece of paper from his pants pocket and kept it on the table. She took it and carefully opened it but then her eyes went wide.

"Wha... Alec, from where did you get this?"

"I was looking through the history of Shadowhunters and Immortals when I got this. The only thing I got to know this far is that," he pointed at the sketch on paper, "his name was Kasper Windermere, the first Shadowhunter to become immortal, half angel and half Shadowhunter, he became half-angel through a spell, but I'm not able to find the rest of it."

Catarina's eyes were wide. Noticing that, Alec took her hand in his catching her attention.

"Look, Cat, I want to become immortal, but Shadowhunting is my life, my career, it's what I've taught since childhood, I can't just give up on it. And I know I'll regret if I become immortal by using demon blood, you all know me. So that's the only option I have. Please, help me Cat!"

She couldn't help but give a wide smile at Alec.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know, Magnus has been my best friend for centuries, I've seen him falling in and out of love, being with people, caring for them, and getting heartbroken but I've never seen anyone caring for Magnus the way you do. Magnus is really lucky to have you in his life. I'm really happy for both of you."

Alec's cheeks flushed red at this. "Thank you, Cat!"

"But for what you want, we need to search in every place possible. We can start with Book of White; Magnus gave it to me to keep it safe, I'll bring it."

"Okay, let's do it."

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* A Few hours later*

"There's only a small part of the spell mentioned in it, Alec." Catarina rubbed her temples as she turned the book towards Alec. They searched for hours but were only able to find a few details.

"Hmm... but that means it's possible right? We just need to find the rest of it." He was really happy with their findings.

"Alec, are you really sure? There's little mention of it, and... it's written there that it has consequences, that's why it's removed."

"What consequences?" He frowned.

"This spell is irreversible, so you can never turn back to mortal ever again and the only means that can kill you is.... is your own will, as an angel you'll only die when you desire to be."

"How is the other one a consequence?" He asked, confused.

"Alec, no one desires to die, and there's no mention whether Kasper Windermere is alive or dead."

"I don't see any problem with any of the above!"

Catarina sighed. "You are so determined, aren't you?"

"Cat, I can't see Magnus like this anymore. With our anniversary coming, I want to surprise him in the best way possible. I want our anniversary to be about him, his happiness, and I know he'll be happy, so yes, I'm determined to do anything which will make him happy. I'll look for more information tomorrow at Gard's library."

Catarina grinned then out of nowhere, giving him a tight hug. "Magnus Bane is a hell of a lucky man!"

Alec pulled out of the hug but then his eyes fell on his watch, it was 10:30. "Shit! Oh, no! Shit! Shit!"

"Alec, what happened?"

"We planned a dinner at 7 today and it's 10:30, Magnus is going to kill me, I need to run!" He said in a hurried tone.

Catarina laughed and shook her head. "Go, get your husband Alec!"

"Bye, Cat!" With that, Alec rushed out of Catarina's house.

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Magnus was pacing in their living room, eyeing the cold food kept at the kitchen counter and at the clock alternatively. It was almost 10:45. His eyes were filled with the pool of tears that were ready to shed at any moment.

'Where are you, Alexander? You promised you'd make it for dinner.' He sighed and started pacing again when a sudden thought struck him. 'Is... Is he all right? Did something happen to him? Did he go for the hunt? No, No! But he should be home by now then!'

He was about to change into his regular clothes to go out in search of him when he heard the jingle of keys and the door opened making him let out a breath of relief.

Alec walked in and noticed that Magnus was standing in the center of the living room with worry-filled eyes. 'Shit! I'm screwed' he thought then cleared his throat before speaking.

"I'm sorry, Magnus, I... Umm... I...." He kept shuffling in his place, unable to meet the eyes with his husband's.

"Where were you, Alexander?" Magnus almost choked on his words.

Alec noticed this, 'he was crying again, shit! I'm sorry Mags. Just a few more days and you never have to worry about it ever again' he thought.

"I... I was actually with Izzy; she was at the meeting too... I met her after a long time, so after we were both done with our work and meetings we decided to meet for a coffee. We met and started chatting and didn't realize the time. I'm sorry Mags! I should've texted you, I forgot, I'm really sorry." He said half truthfully, Izzy was at the meeting, but she was in a hurry so they only talked for 5 minutes, then she left but she's still in Alicante.

He then took out the flower bouquet he was hiding the whole time, with a sorry card placed on top of it. "I hope this will make up for it, I'm so sorry Magnus!"

Magnus was completely on the verge of crying right now, he was trying to hold his tears back, as he kept glancing between the bouquet and his husband. 'I missed my chance again, how am I supposed to say anything when you keep doing things like this' he thought, unable to keep his tears back he started crying.

"Magnus!?" Alec kept the bouquet on the couch then hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry Magnus, I'm sorry!" 'I know why you're crying Magnus, please don't be scared love, just a few more days!'

Magnus cried on Alec's shoulders, holding his jacket in his fists tightly. 'how am I supposed to tell you, Alexander, how am I supposed to tell you that... that I want to end our marriage, that I want to end us. I can't take it anymore, thinking that you'll be gone forever someday, and I, I'll have to live with those memories. I can't create more memories with you, Alexander. What happened a month ago had hurt me in ways you can't imagine. I can't do this anymore, the more I'll be with you, the more it'll hurt me when you'll be gone. I won't be able to bear that pain, I have to end us, I need to end us, but how am I even going to say it, when you keep showering me with your love' he cried harder on his shoulders.

#happily married #malec forever #malec fic #magnus bane #malec #asaab #angst with a happy ending #angst #fanfic authors #alec lightwood #fanfiction #fanfic #lightwood bane family #fantasy #wattpad writer #wattpad

[nighttimepixels]

So... I've been seeing wonderful people on here lately making versions of their own HorrorFell Sans and well I'm desperately bi and hooked and wanna know if. there's a HorrorFell Serif....?

You are all criminals I’m supposed to be doing things

I love you all holy shit big same so

below a cut because it got long! CW for bear-trap related injuries.

It’s time to meet Dusk.

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They weren’t supposed to turn on the machine again.

The guys weren’t exactly ones for promises, but after the incident, after the girls had managed to prove how unsafe it was, how unstable-

-they weren’t supposed to. They weren’t supposed to, to drag anyone else into this, to mess up even more timelines, it was a standoff, but it was stable in the meantime, or it should have been-

Someday, you’d meet this Sans, and you’d personally kick his coccyx into next Tuesday, you swore, for this and for everything else-

But right now, chances were looking pretty slim of seeing it to next Tuesday yourself.

“G-guys, it’s okay, really-”

“she’s got you by the fucking throat-!”

“If you fucking hurt her- te arrancó el brazo y lo tiro al mar-!”

You inhaled sharply, tears pricking at your eyes as the hand around your middle squeezed you tighter, your back pressed to a jagged, massive set of ribs, bare but for the massive coat shielding much of them, and draped around your form. The other hand at your throat held no weapon - but it was a weapon, even without the claws that threatened to prick your skin.

But the hand of the enormous skeleton woman holding you wasn’t squeezing your throat. It hadn’t once.

Blood, meanwhile, dripped slow and hot down your leg, staining the dead leaves of the forest floor below.

You wanted to curse your luck - curse the fact that you were on a walk in the woods with the dogs when Alpha’s monitoring programs picked up the subtle fluctuation in space-time that marked that machine being turned on for even an instant. You wanted to curse the fact that you’d tripped on a dumb root, cracking your phone and, apparently, breaking the ringer so you didn’t hear the many calls that came in. You wanted to curse the fact that you’re a magnet for skeletal trouble-

-or you would, if it hadn’t also brought you too much good this past year…But when you’d stumbled across the wounded, massive skeleton now clutching you, your feet dangling more than five feet off the ground, your first thought had been concern as you only saw her back turned to you, and a bear trap big enough to catch a rhinoceros nearly snapping her leg in half-

“Blade, holy shit- are you… are you okay-?”

The massive hole in her skull had been so familiar… but a moment later, you’d realized it was wrong. As was the way her head had snapped around… two massive gold fangs implanted in a mouth overrun with nigh-feral sharp teeth, a jagged red eyelight in the wrong socket, the hole on the wrong side of her head, the scars all wrong, so wrong-

The fear and fury in her face so unfamiliar and dangerous.

And yet… you… you didn’t leave.

You were nearly an hour’s walk away from the house. You shouldn’t have gone alone in the first place, but you had the dogs, far more intelligent than any normal animal, and you’d been cooped up for weeks because of bad weather and-

-and then, slowly, murmuring, crouching low with your hands out in a deference of power, soft nothings and reassurances spilling out of your mouth… you were approaching, circling in a wide berth to her front. Her snarls and growls were so loud you nearly lost your balance in the physicality, but…

… but slowly, while you were out of reach, she began to growl quieter, pain eking out over anything, though not once had she blinked…

A new arrival, you’d known. You’d found out about the machines a long while back now, and… there was no questioning it. But her tibia and fibula were cut almost clean through in a trap you couldn’t help but wonder if was from her world, brought with her - how long had she been out here? What was running through her head?

Why were you risking yourself-

The sound of fire, the feel of your own fear when your old place had crumbled around you… the soul-breaking relief when you’d been rescued, despite the danger…

You steeled yourself, and slowly came closer.

It took several tries - she nearly lunged at you once, when your hand slipped, digging the trap teeth in on her. You apologized, and kept talking- did she even… even speak English? Gods, you had no idea. But the sound of your voice seemed to help, so you kept at it- noticing more and more scars, noticing how terrifyingly dusty the wound was becoming- when you gestured for her to hold the one side to help undo the mechanism, trying to explain, ask for help as it was too strong for you alone-

-she’d done so, her hand larger than your head. Despite the pain, her grip didn’t shake, but you heard her teeth gritting, creaking as they ground down, erratic, unsteady magic charging the air around her-

And at last you’d freed her.

The trap to the side, you’d hurried to look at her removed leg, shedding your hoodie, forgetting to move slow. You missed the flicker in her gaze, pain undeniable in every shadow of her face, the moment of confusion, of hunger, of hesitance, of her reaching towards you-

But you’d looked up then, sweater in your hands, hovering over the horrifying break, an injury you were certain would have killed her otherwise- ready to bind her up.

Her hand had frozen at the level of your throat.

Like a rabbit in the gaze of a wolf, you’d frozen.

The wind rustled the leaves overhead, afternoon sun growing long, dimmer behind gathering clouds.

Her hand slowly came closer.

You didn’t move, a fine tremble in your spine, but- you didn’t look away.

She paused again. Watching. Waiting- your heart was racing, but- you didn’t run. For a thousand reasons, you didn’t run, despite some deeper instinct beyond logic begging at you to.

And then she’d brushed a lock of hair back from your throat, catching a bead of sweat with it, and lingering over your pulse.

Oh so slowly, her pinprick eyelight dilated.

“… y..ou…”

Without warning, a shout in the distance, cutting in as if through a phone line picked up startled you both. The dogs, waiting, tense, worried just a few feet behind you, barked- and all hell had broken loose.

Serif had shortcut into the clearing, her eyelights no sooner landing on you than taking in the massive, dangerous looking skeleton with her hand at your throat. She’d sworn, magic suddenly flaring at her fingertips before, as if desperately wrenching her senses back, it vanished, and she lifted her hands, furious and hiding too much emotion but clearly attempting to look reasonable, to calm down the newcomer.

It was too late.

The sudden appearance, the split second of aggressive magic was enough. The injured skeleton woman was surging forward, enveloping you- before, as if forgotten, her leg gave out with a sickening crunch.

You both fell, and your leg slammed into the hellish, too-jagged bear trap you’d just removed from her leg. The jagged metal and sharpened bone teeth of the closed trap protruding from it cut into your leg and dragged viciously as intertia and gravity took over before she could catch herself, taking the brunt of the fall-

The smell of blood had a visceral effect on the woman holding you, even as your vision was cut off by the ground and her arms and jacket- your scream mingled with a guttural sound, a language glitching and feral- clashing with the sounds of more people arriving, hitting the ground running, swearing, your vision blurring and whiting with pain lancing from your leg straight through you and whiting out your conscious mind for a moment- vertigo as you were suddenly upright-

Now you stared at your friends, leg throbbing, hot blood staining your jeans and shoe, struggling to keep your vision clear and not panic. She was cornered - you were too, you supposed, in her arms. Her leg was… it wasn’t right. You couldn’t quite see it when you glanced down, and that was… a problem. She seemed to be propped against a tree, against a steep hill that was nearly cliff- staring down, chest heaving at Serif, Scarlet, Crimson, Sapphire, and Cinnamon. You had no idea where the others were. There was no time to spare to think about it - or how they’d found you at all-

“P-please, I think she’s just scared, I think she’s feeling my pulse, s-since- I’m hurt-”

“doesn’t mean she gets t'hold you hostage,” Cinnamon’s low voice was a drawl, but her stance was one you’d only seen once or twice. Ready, ready in a way that would set your internal alarms off if they weren’t already pealing.

“Come now, let’s… let’s just take it easy,” Sapphire’s voice was measured, even almost warm - her eyelights were steady, and she was the only one who didn’t visibly appear to be a moment’s away from a fighting stance. Still, her voice was almost too measured. You knew her too well to miss it. Nonetheless, she met your gaze, and her chest took a steady inhale, then slow exhale, ever so minutely.

You blinked, tears threatening to spill at the silent message to breathe, that she’d stay calm too, she’d try and de-escalate-

The rough, static-like inflection of the woman’s speech behind you twisted and rumbled, short, dark, aggressive-

A huff of air tickled your hair, and you felt her… her head, dip down to the back of yours. It cut through the pain, almost tingling with a wild sort of magic, but… not in a bad way.

The others looked confused in varying degrees, and Crimson’s arm out only barely kept Scarlet from acting- but there was a flicker of deeper confusion yet on Serif’s face… one of almost-recognition and angrier confusion on Cinnamon’s-

But Crimson’s sockets widened.

“ay, ni de coña-”

Several eyelights snapped to her as she swore, shaking her head as if to clear it of cobwebs-

And then… slowly, she stumbled through a handful of similar sounds.

Words.

Glitching, uneven, but also rich like radio static - if a little clumsier in her mouth-

You felt as much as heard the surprised intake of breath behind you.

And slowly, came a response.

Crimson frowned, scowled outright, sockets squinting and head cocking a bit. A few more words- a grunt, then a continuation that sounded corrected-

An angrier response from the woman holding you-

“could you please let us in on the conversation, thanks,” hissed Serif sharply at Crimson, but she was promptly waved off as Crimson haltingly tried a few more words-

And slowly, the hand at your throat drifted just a little further down.

“… n..o.”

“pendejo-” Crimson swore, making a sharp rude gesture - but not at your captor, at the sky.

“¿Qué le hizo?” Scarlet was sharp, too quick, her Spanish rough and thick with anger-

“that bastard must’ve turned it on alright- she’s…. joder, she’s like Blade but- us too, hermana. our estrelita here apparently helped her outta a trap she was dyin’ in, and when we showed up-”

“shit,” Serif swore softly, her hands lowering again, anger and stress and understanding flickering over her face.

“she’s still holdin’ her,” Cinnamon pointed out, words tight - but her posture had relaxed… slightly. “we gotta get her some first aid-”

She paused, then, quieter.

“both of ‘em…. fuck, her leg’s completely…”

“Please, let us help you- both of you-” Sapphire’s voice was earnest, firm but gentle- but you couldn’t quite focus on her. On any of them, now, not with your vision threatening to tunnel.

You were starting to shiver a little, following along but only just. The wound in your leg must be… pretty bad. You were feeling faint. Your body shifted in time with the growing shallower breaths of the woman holding you…

Crimson was swearing, attempting a word again, and again, but clearly not knowing how or what to say in that strange language-

“what even is it you’re speakin’-” Cinnamon pressed.

“shh, it’s just- it’s– old, old monster shit, most forgot except uh- certain scientist, and a few others, it’s been ages but-”

Suddenly, you were higher off the ground, your mind slipping for a moment in vertigo. The next, you realized… both her arms were supporting you, cradling you close, a modified bridal carry to accommodate the size difference and your wounded leg that-

“Oh god-”

You dry heaved, forcing yourself to look away from the open gash in your leg.  You’d never been good with great quantities of blood, but - but you’d seen white in the deep, long wound, and your head was spinning, fuck-

“…n.ow. b… oth.”

The two halting words were punctuated by a longer phrase in that radio-static language you couldn’t understand. Your eyes were closing, unable to focus any longer. Whatever was going to happen, you couldn’t fight it… at least… at least they didn’t seem like the others were going to fight, either…

“you gotta give her to us- you can’t pass through a shortcut with that-”

Your mind was fading, and you barely registered the harsher, almost booming radio-static words falling from the woman holding you possessively, protectively. The following swears tumbling from Crimson might as well have been white noise...

“Take… take care of her, first,” you mumbled, not seeing the other girl’s attention snap to you, nor the wide stare of the woman holding you. “She was… d-dust, at… at her wound… please don’t let- let her… fall…….”

And with that, your mind slipped away in pain and anemic exhaustion.

—

It wouldn’t be till much later that you found out that the girls had apparently surged into action that, and somehow, together, managed to shortcut you and your new friend back to Blade and Twist’s place.

Both of you were patched up…

But the cost of teleporting while so grievously injured cost this new arrival her lower leg. A cost she apparently knew she might pay.

You cried when you found out.

But you’d also awoken in her arms, a place she’d apparently refused to let you free of, even at Blade’s anger and Twist’s worry. Her leg was gone, yours was patched and stitched by Twist’s patent, phenomenal care. And still, you were there... warm, bundled in new blankets, with the woman’s eyelight rarely leaving you, even as Crimson and Serif explained what happened, Blade looming nearby.

She couldn’t speak English well, you found out then, too. She’d… forgotten it. What monsters were left in her world forgot it - forgot a lot, apparently, forced into a feral survival, hunted by… something.

But in the end, to start… you were able to help her choose a new nickname, at least. A beginning. A start, because… Despite their concern, well, none of the girls were going to kick this new arrival out on her own. Crimson in particular had been there too, the whole time, helping translate broken sentences and try to parse together what she knew…

Dusk, she chose as her name, after a long game of suggestions and narrowing in on sounds and concepts she seemed less opposed to. She seemed pleased… if you were reading her right.

And… she didn’t have a sister that came with her.

#night answers #lilytale #lilytale dusk #aka lilytale fem ht sans #GDI I WAS DOING THINGS #BUT THIS WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE #sorry it's a bit rushed bc i really do have things to do XD #but... yes...... dusk has arrived #gdi #i'm cry #pls love this giant spooky scary lady #biggest spookiest scary #she looks a bit more feral than any of the others;;; #to say the least... #(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ fuck! #a new lady arrives #i told myself i'd resist #and then someone *asked* #so here we are #Anonymous #let... let me know if you like this/dusk #thank u ;v;

[katetheworm]

may i request wedding headcanons + rex pretty please!

Oh my god, yes!!! For some reason this prompt really resonates with me so this if kinda long and detailed lol (especially the happy one cuz it makes me happy). Hope you like em!

(I'm gonna do a happy au version were the Republic wins the war and anidala is all good (and Fives is alive), and a sad canon version that is actually what happens cuz I like angst and fluff lol)

rex x f reader wedding hcs

Happy Version:

You and Rex had been "secretly together" for some time before the war ended. I say "secretly" bc everyone knew.

You both always had the thought of marriage in the back of your mind, but you never really acted on it as you wanted a real, full wedding where you could invite all your close family and friends.

Once the war ended and there was victory for the Republic, most of the clones didn't know what to do. Key word "most", as one clone knew exactly what he was going to do.

Rex retired from the Grand Army of the Republic, as did many other clones (let's just say the senate agreed that there was no need for all of them and therefore they should be given free choice to do what they wanted), and he took you to an Outer Rim world where you could both settle down.

(for some reason I cannot get out of my head the idea of Rex settling down on a farming world, away from the Republic, much akin to what Cut did)

You spent only a few weeks on your little farmhouse, really only chatting with Anakin, Ahsoka, Fives, and a few other clones, when Rex finally proposed.

You had made it inside after harvesting some of your crops and was just doing your normal things; washing the produce, putting things away, etc.

You don't hear Rex walk into the kitchen behind you, but when you do, you greet him and fall short when you turn only to see him on one knee, holding a simple yet elegant ring.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, cyar’ika... but will you marry me?”

He sounds scared that you’ll reject him, but through tears you nod your head, smiling brightly

“Yes, yes, yes!”

You jump into his arms as soon as he stands up and he spins you around, a wide smile on his face as well.

Soon after you tell your friends and they all basically say “it’s about time”

You, Rex, and Padme begin the preparations and planning for the wedding, though you and Padme did most of the work since Rex had no idea what he was doing.

The wedding was going to be fairly small, just on the field outside of your house and with a very specific guest list (Rex wanted to invite the entire 501st, but you managed to talk him down to his closest brothers).

It would take place probably in the fall when the leaves were a wonderful plethora of colors that matched perfectly with the blue of the decorations. 

The ceremony would be outside, close to dusk while the reception would be in the barn out back, which you spent hours cleaning and decorating. 

You and Rex wanted to make all the food yourselves, though at some points you regretted that decision as it took hours to finish. 

Ahsoka or Padme would be your maid of honor (unless you have a sister), and our other close friends would be your bridesmaids. Rex would have either Anakin or Cody as his best man, Echo, Jesse, Fives, etc. as his groomsmen.

Your dress would probably be fairly simple, something akin to a sundress (though you can of course change that based on the dress you prefer), while Rex would wear his military formals or a white suit with a blue undershirt (there’s this fanart of Rex and Ahsoka where Rex is wearing a really nice suit, but I can’t find it).

Your bridesmaids would wear light blue sundresses and the groomsmen would wear black suits with a blue undershirt.

Overall, it would be very sweet and cute and once you two were married, you be even more happy than you already were. (and you probably would have kids tbh)

Sad Version:

You both would soon realize that the war wasn’t going to end anytime soon, and even if it did, it wasn’t going to end well.

One night, when you had called Rex while he was on one of the ships, he asked you to marry him.

It was completely out of the blue, you had been talking -- quietly since he wasn’t exactly allowed to be with someone -- and he had just blurted it out.

“We should get married.”

You, of course, agreed, but you knew that it wasn’t going to be the dream wedding you had always hoped for. There was no time for one.

Rex asked Anakin about it and he said he would figure something out. 

The next time Rex came back to Coruscant, he called you to meet him at an apartment close to the Senate building.

It was Padme’s apartment.

You put on a simple white dress and Rex was still in his armor as he had just gotten back. 

Padme and Anakin were there, along with a customs droid to officiate you two. 

It wasn’t glamorous or anything you had eve thought your wedding to be like, but it was still your wedding, you still were able to marry the man you loved. 

After you got married, Padme brought out some trays of food she had made, you thanked her a billion times. 

You had a very small reception, but the fact Padme had even thought of doing one brought tears to your eyes.

Soon after, Rex was sent out again. 

You tried to talk as much as possible, but you both knew that a marriage like this was going to be tough. 

You powered through it, though. Together.

Once the war had ended and everything was turned upside down, you set out to find your husband, you would not give up on him.

Although, after years of searching and coming up empty, you soon gave up hope.

You joined the rebellion as you thought that that was what Rex would have done.

Many years passed before you saw him again.

He came to the base on Yavin 4 with a ragtag group of other rebels.

Tears welled in your eyes when you saw him.

You stayed together ever since.

#rex x reader #captain rex x reader #captain rex #the clone wars #fluff #angst #wedding #headcanons #female reader

[killerqueen-18]

Chapter Four| Creepy Girlfriend

2009

THE WEEKEND WENT BY QUICKLY WITH ATHENA LOCKED IN HER ROOM WITH HER BROTHER JOINING HER WITH THE BRIBE OF PIZZA, and after the boy gave Sirius baked chicken the two let the boy join them in a Star Wars marathon. They made plans to watch Harry Potter the following weekend.

Athena and Jeremy stayed away from Elena and their Aunt Jenna the entire weekend, since the two wanted the youngest Gilberts to talk about their feelings. And the two continued ignoring them, so Athena drove to school in her green Bronco with Jeremy.

The younger Gilberts were eating in the back of the Bronco with the trunk open. Athena parked her car at a park. They were eating in silence until the girl asked a question.

“Do you think it’ll ever get better?”

Jeremy looks at his sister with wide eyes, shocked that the girl subtly brought up their parents. He knew just like him, Athena didn’t like nor want to speak about their parents death.

The boy sees the look in Athena’s eyes. He could see the girl’s genuine curiosity, and also saw the anger in her eyes. “I think that… we’ll never get to the way we were before, but we’ll grow and become stronger people once this dark cloud passes. Once we let it pass.”

Athena hums, looking out to the empty park in front of them. “I’m tired of being angry, Jer. I just want… to be happy.”

“You will be, ‘Thena.” Jeremy says, wrapping his arms around the girl. The two hug for a moment, it being the most contact the girl has had in months, and Athena pulls away. “Ew, you know I don’t do this mushy bullshit, Jer.”

Jeremy chuckles letting his sister pull away from him. He watches the girl jump off the bed of the truck, and adjusts her skirt before turning to him. “We should get to school. Wouldn’t want to be late.”

“Can we be late?” Jeremy asks, whining. The boy complies and helps his sister clean up the bed of the truck, throwing away their garbage. “Nope. I heard you’ve missed six classes already.”

“Please, don’t lecture me.” Jermey says, scoffing. The girl climbs into the driver's seat as he gets into the passenger seat, and the girl looks at Jeremy starting up the Bronco. “I’m not. I’m just letting you know that I heard Tanner called Aunt Jenna in about you.”  

Jeremy groans, leaning his head against the headrest. “Great.”

The two didn’t speak about anything on the drive to school only sang - more like screamed - to The 1975. They almost missed their first classes. But the Gilbert girl made it to her class just as the last bell rang. She was sitting in her history class as Mister Tanner spoke to a sleeping class.

"Originally discovered nearly five centuries ago it hasn't been over Mystic Falls in over a hundred and forty-five years. Now, the comet will be its brightest right after dusk during tomorrow's celebration."

Athena was drawing in her sketchbook - not much of a surprise since it wasn’t her favorite class. She seemed to be in her own little world. It almost seemed like she wasn’t really there.

"Are we bothering you? Mister Salvatore? Miss Gilbert." The man adds making Athena look up from her paper, only to see he was not looking at her, but her sister. Thankfully, the bell rings.

Athena jumps out of her seat and out the door wanting to get away from that classroom with the irritating man. She catches up with Caroline and Bonnie and hears the part of their conversation.

"I'm confused. Are you psychic or clairvoyant?" Caroline asks, looking at the Bennett girl. The blonde notices Athena and loops her arm with the girl. Bonnie smiles at the Gilbert girl, and answers the blonde’s question. "Technically, Grams says, I'm a witch. My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something. Grams tried to explain it, but she was looped on the liquor. I tuned out. Crazy family, yes. Witches, I don't think so."

"Yeah, feel free to conjure up the name and number of that guy from last friday." Caroline says, smirking. "Ohh, new boy toy?" Athena says smiling, wiggling her eyebrows at the blonde playfully.

"Maybe, If Bonnie helps a girl out." Caroline says, looking at the Bennett girl. "I didn't see him. You did." Bonnie says, rolling her eyes with a smile on her face.

"Why didn't you just talk to him?" Athena asks, raising an eyebrow. She knew the girl always took the chance to speak to someone good looking. "I don't know. I was drunk." Caroline says, making the two laughs.

• • • •

"They're keeping her overnight, but she should be able to come home tomorrow." Matt says to Athena who asked about Vicki during their lunch break. The two were walking around the school.

The girl’s heels clicked on the cement as she walked. Athena hadn’t worn heels since her parents funeral, but she woke up wanting to wear heels. The girl decided on a black v-neck, light washed jeans, and animal print heels.

"That's good." The Gilbert girl says, nodding. The blonde, blue eyed boy sighs, running his hand through his air. "Yeah."

Athena hums, and thinks about the Donovan’s absent mother. "What about crazy mama?"

"Called and left a message. She's in Virginia Beach with her boyfriend. So we'll see how long it takes her to come rushing home." Matt says, shrugging. He knew he didn’t really need the woman, in fact he thought that his sister and himself were better off without the woman. "I’m just glad she’s okay." Athena says, looking up at the boy.

"Me too… And now there's talk of some missing campers." Matt says, remember the words he heard on the news that morning. "Did she see what kind of animal attacked her?" She asks, curiously.

"She said it was a vampire." Matt says amused, yet confused. "What the hell?" Athena stops walking. The two stop, as the girl looks at the boy wanting to know more.

The blonde male nods. "Yeah, she wakes up last night, mutters, 'Vampire,' and passes out."

"That's not weird." Athena says, sarcastically. The girl couldn’t help but think, out of all the things the girl could say, attack her, and she says a vampire. A creature that isn’t even real. It just confused Athena the more she thought about it.

"Think she was drunk.” Matt says, shrugging, then he sees the new kid sitting at a bench. “So, what's up with Elena and the new guy?"

"I have no idea, but I'm going to find out." Athena said, as she smirked looking at the back of Stefan’s head. "Don't scare the guy now... I'm actually gonna go back to the hospital. I wanna be there when Vicki wakes up, get the real story about last night." Matt said, walking backwards.

"Alright, I'm going to go bury a body. I-I mean make a friend." Athena says as the boy gives her a look, before turning around with a roll of his eyes.

"I guess I'll play nice." Athena says smiling, cheekily. "Good girl!" Matt yells, chuckling.

The girl turns back to where Stefan was sitting on a bench only to see he's gone. Athena frowns trailing her eyes to see if the boy was walking around, but it was like he completely disappeared.

"So, my sister wants to date a ghost?” Athena says, raising an eyebrow, but the girl shakes her head at the thought. “God, this town keeps getting weirder and weirder as the days go on."

• • • •

The school day came to an end for the students of Mystic Falls High School. When the Gilbert girl’s got home, Athena let Sirius out and fed the dog. They were then asked by their best friends to meet them at the Mystic Grill.

It took a while, but Elena convinced her sister to let her drive them. Athena agreed hesitantly, but climbing into her sister’s car nonetheless. Thankfully, the older Gilbert didn’t talk about feelings instead they talked about Vicki and Elena letting her sister talk about the book she was reading at the moment - The Diviners.

Athena and Elena saw their best friends sitting outside the Grill with fries and tea already at the table for Athena. “Oh, food.”

“Hello, to you too.” Caroline says, glaring at the girl playfully. The girl hums with fries in her mouth. The three girl’s began folding flyers for the comet as Athena drew in her sketchbook tuning out the girl’s until Bonnie began talking about her Grandmother, that’s when she became curious.

"I was talking to Grams. She said the comet is a sign of impending doom. Last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity." Bonnie says, explaining to the girl's her interest in the comet that was going to happen the following day.

"Mm. Yeah, and then you poured Grams another shot and she told you about the aliens." Caroline says, scoffing at her best friend. "My kind of woman." Athena said with a smirk, making the girls laugh.

"So, then what?" Care said then turned to Elena who was talking about her night with Stefan. One that Athena didn’t really want to hear about, but listen nonetheless. "So then, nothing." Elena says, shrugging.

"You and Stefan just... talked?" Athena asks, curiously. "There was no sloppy first kiss, or touchy-feely of any kind?" Caroline says, not believing the girl.

"Nope, we didn't go there." Elena says, shaking her head. "Not even a handshake? I mean, Elena, we are your friends. Okay? You are supposed to share the smut." Caroline says, almost offended.

"Okay, sister here, and gross." Athena says, disgusted. "We just talked for hours." Elena says shrugging, ignoring what her sister said.

"What is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already. Okay, it's easy. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex." Caroline said, ignoring the looks she got from Bonnie and Athena. "Profound." Elena says glaring at the girl, playfully.

"Let them go on a couple dates first, I mean come on." Athena says, shaking her head. Sure the girl didn’t care if people slept together the first time they met, but if her sister really likes the guy - by the looks of it, she did - she thinks her sister should get to know Stefan before sleeping with him. "Says the seventeen year old virgin." Caroline says with a roll of her eyes.

"You know what, I'm happy being a virgin. Maybe I want to lose it someone I actually want to be with, not just someone I can't even look in the eyes the next day." Athena says, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Where are you going?" Bonnie asks Elena, watching the girl stand and push in her chair. "Caroline's right. It is easy. If I sit here long enough, I'll end up talking myself out of it instead of doing what I started the day saying I was gonna do." Elena says nodding to herself, then walks away.

"So, you’re just going to ignore what I just said about being a virgin and proud?" Athena yells after her sister. "Shhh! That's not something you yell to the world." Caroline says, shushing the girl, and hits her arm.

"Oh my god. Like it affects the whole world that Athena Gilbert hasn't been deflowered." Athena says rolling her eyes, sarcastically. The girl’s eyes then wided with realization. "Oh, fuck she's my ride.” The girl runs towards her sister’s car, as the other girl’s laugh behind her. “Goddamn it, Elena!”

#anger #damon #damon salvatore #diaries #goddess #green #hunter #love #purple #red #salvatore #big bang #the vampire diaries #vampire

[potions-and-potters]

The tags on your newest snack post were wild. What a roller coaster of emotions. Any chance we get to hear the story involving mashed potatoes and a bed that was not even yours? I'm intrigued. ~Sleepy Anon

Lol

It’s a long story and is probs less funny than is awful. Here is shorter version:

When I was in middle school we had this trip. It was just a long weekend, but it was a traditional trip. Everyone who went to my school district knew about it. It was legendary. It was to this camp. No idea where. Basically, we packed our bags and went off to learn about nature, recycling, sharing, waste, etc. We weren’t allowed technology and we’d be sleeping in cabins (separated boys and girls)

Here is the thing to know about me when I was this age:

I had one best friend, who was also my only friend, and wasn’t going on the trip at the same time as me. It was a big school, so certain wings of the school would go one week and the other the next and we weren’t in the same wing. 

I was bullied a lot. Badly. Like Severus ain’t got nothing on me, son.

I was very very very self-conscious and had hella bad untreated anxiety and depression.

I learnt from experience that telling teachers about bullying did jack shit to help it, but did make it 500000000000 x worse.

I was really looking forward to this trip, but was fucking terrified of being humiliated by the others students.

I was terrified of getting in trouble because I had brought my phone with me even though we were forbidden to do so. My parents had forced me to take it in case, and also I felt safer with it knowing my mom was a phone call away.

I had a huge fear of teachers and getting in trouble. No idea what I thought they’d do. But I was always good. 

So, after driving for, what to my 11-year-old self, felt like forever and being left alone or bullied the entire way, we finally arrived. Here is why it was awful and traumatic:

I had to sleep in a bunk bed with the other girls in my classes that made their entire lives about making mine utter hell. Like I cried myself to sleep every night and begged my mom every morning not to send me to school or transfer me to another one or send me to boarding school in Switzerland (another story).  

I put NOTHING past these girls. They were 11-year-old MONSTERS. They didn’t want to just see me crying. They wanted to break me. They wanted me to utterly and completely break down. They wanted blood. When I say these were the worst years of my life, I mean it. Honestly, I’m genuinely surprised I can share this story because due to those monsters and the psychological survival mechanism of repression, I don’t remember much of these years. At all.

So, just having to be there was awful. I couldn’t sleep. Not just because those assholes talked and giggled all damn night, but because I was scared of letting my guard down. I also had to make my bed and I had a stuffed animal (not the usual one I slept with because NO WAY would I risk bringing it there with them). I tried hiding it all the time. Like a freaking spy mission so they wouldn’t see it. 

There was one girl that wasn’t absolutely horrid to me. She used me and I knew it but at that point, someone who openly used me but would be decent to me was better than nothing. None of them were her friend either, so she basically “let” me hang out with her so she had company. She also made me make her bed. Like verge of tears and whining until I did it. To make sure the others didn’t pick up on it and use it against me (also didn’t want them to start targeting her because what asshole is okay with someone else being bullied?), I did it. Too bad right after I got made fun of like hell by the others. 

I was terrified of going to the bathroom. I was scared they’d like somehow open the door or somehow figure out how to make fun of me for peeing like a normal damn person. They had also all snuck their phones in, so I was also absolutely terrified they’d stand on the toilet and take a photo of me sitting there trying to pee in peace and then pass it around the school.

Then there was showering. Oh my god. Me being naked at ANY POINT IN TIME with them there? The showers were already a little too cabin-y for me anyway, as in there was like a shower head and a door that wasn’t exactly completely concealed. And I had to shower there. Where they might peek to laugh at me for whatever reason. Maybe even just to laugh to make me think they were laughing at something about me. They were cruel and manipulative. I wouldn’t have put it past them. So yeah. Terrified. Also, showers were timed. 5 minutes MAX. Any longer and the water turned ice old and then off.

I came out one night and they were all acting… well they were ignoring me. I had walked out the bathroom from brushing my teeth and it had been a whole half hour at least that they’d said anything to me… and they ignored me? I immediately went to my bed. My stuffed animal was gone. I asked for it. They laughed. I told them it wasn’t funny. That I wanted it back. Please. Stop. It isn’t funny. Just give it back and leave me alone. Please. They laughed. I checked every bunk. They stuffed it under the mattress of the last top bunk in the very very back. Then bullied me for being upset.

This was like nightly.

The days were boring and spent alone. Writing in notebooks. Listening to teachers. Dealing with bullying. The usual except we walked through the woods.

Meals were absolutely horrific. This is the waste part. It was basically child abuse. I mean even as a kid I knew it was wrong, but the older I get the more angry I get that it happened. My parents, when I told them when I returned, were FURIOUS and said it was a good thing it didn’t happen to me (it did).

There was a competition. Because the camp was to teach us about nature and waste, we were to have no leftovers. That meant you only took what you could eat. Nothing more. The table with the least leftovers won. In the middle of the table was a tube thing with measuring lines where you dumped the leftovers. The thing is, you also didn’t get to eat anything other than your 3 meals a day. No snacks. After spending the ENTIRE day (from like dawn to dusk) running around outside and doing stuff, you’re STARVING. Everyone is. And super cold because it was freaking late Autumn and wet as fuck so we all sat on wet leaves if we sat at all so you just want to fill yourself with hot food at the end of the day. But you can’t take more than you can eat. This sucked for me because I was so scared of getting in trouble for wasting food, but so hungry, but couldn’t get small amount then more if I wanted to because I was scared of getting bullied for it. So I went hungry.

This girl that was sat at my table though. She didn’t think about it one night. She was hungry. So she put food on her plate and she ate. Then, the end of the meal was coming up. Each table had one of the people from the camp thing sitting there to teach us more facts. She saw that this girl had food on her plate. She wasn’t happy and wasn’t about to lose. The girl said she was full and couldn’t eat anymore. She said she was sorry we wouldn’t win. All the kids said it was okay because hey we get it. Also, it’s just a competion. And one night. Don’t force yourself.

The camp lady didn’t agree. She forced the girl to eat it. The girl tried. She really did. But she couldn’t. Nobody was allowed to help her. The lady forced her to mash her muffin, mash potatoes, some kind of meat I can’t remember, eggs, and some kind of dessert together into a disgusting thick mixture. Then, she forced her to spoon it in her mouth and swallow. Spoonful by spoonful until it was gone. The girl was crying at the end. Ready to vomit. We all watched on in horror. 

We didn’t even win.

After four days of this, we came home. I was exhausted, starving, gross, and upset. The ONLY thing I wanted was to shower, eat something, and sleep. But no. With the WORST TIMING EVER this family that my family was friends with came over as well as our neighbors. It was like a little party. Worse, my mom was babysitting this four year old kid that I swear at times turned into an actual demon child. Well, already at the breaking point, this kid pushed. Hard. And I cracked. Bad. I ended up screaming at her to behave and basically stop being a bitch (but nicer) as she hid in the corner glaring at me, in front of everyone. It was… not a good look. 

So yeah. All that added up to condition me to see waste= BAD NO DO NOT DO NO NO BAD SO VERY BAD

Middle school sucked.

#me #about me #story time #i sound pathetic #i know #but that shit fucks you up #oh wait IT WAS OREOS SHE HAD FOR DESSERT #oh maybe that's why i don't like them #like #subconsciously you know #huh #wasting food and traumatic memories #fucking child abuse