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ploffskinpluffskin · 2 months

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i may never have the actual courage to put myself Out There and post this particular story where anyone can see it (aka ao3 hhh) but it did make me smile while writing it

The problem, Natori had long concluded, was that Claudius was not handsome. Had he been even the slightest bit charming, or dashing, or even just relatively well-groomed, then perhaps Natori’s stubborn fondness for the cat might have been easy to explain away as mere infatuation. Certainly it would have left him feeling about as frivolous as a lovelorn schoolgirl, but it at least would not be some frustrating, unexplainable mystery.

Today the lavender-coated cat comes sauntering into the dusty church with a large, wolfish grin, stopping before Natori where he is counting their paltry collection of coins only so he can lean smugly against the doorway and wait. Natori eyes him with as much preemptive exasperation as he can muster (...which isn’t much, much to his own private dismay), and excuses his helper (who, also much to his private despair, regards the pair of them with a look that reads as unreasonably knowing).

“Toldja I’d come back, babe,” Claudius says when they’re left alone.

“No,” Natori begins sharply, nearly interrupting him. “You told me specifically you were not coming back last time. I remember quite vividly.”

“Bahh, I was just mad. You know I can’t stay away from my favorite bump in the road.” Here Claudius moves closer, paying no mind to Natori’s own prim body language, slipping an arm across the other cat’s shoulders and pulling him close with a light hip check. “I’d get too sad.”

“Well, we can’t have that, I suppose.”

“Nope.”

“And I suppose this new wanted poster I’ve seen around has nothing to do with your impromptu arrival. Just a coincidence that you come back to where you can claim sanctuary just as you’re running from the bureau again?”

“Aw, babe, you’re killin’ me. I’m all genuine, promise.”

“Hm. And just what did you do this time to have their dubious attention?”

Here the other cat leans back, evidently finding the wall a better support for this particular position.

“Eh. You know.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, it’s not important.” Spoken hastily, in an all too telling fashion which Claudius doesn’t appear to recognize as such.

“No?” Natori looks up to fix his smug guest with an eyebrow raised over the flattest gaze he can currently manage, and he must manage it rather well since Claudius responds to it by fidgeting with his paws before he seems to realize what he’s doing. “I would never have imagined you as the type to ever say no to a rousing story.”

Most likely appearing more confident and nonchalant than he feels, Natori leans forward against the table he’d been previously counting coins upon, settling his chin against the butt of his paw.

“What inconceivably humiliating mishap must have occurred, I wonder, to make you reluctant to indulge in a little tall tale.”

Claudius huffs, glaring stormily at the paw he’s currently drawing circles on.

“Sure doing your damnedest to make me regret coming back, babe,” he eventually grumbles under his breath testily. Here Natori finally smiles at him, cool but undeniably affectionate, despite himself.

“You say the same thing every time, and yet here you are.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” Claudius sulks.

“That you might loiter here for reasons other than my use as a bump in the road? Never.”

“Good. Glad we're all copacetic on the matter,” Claudius responds first briskly. At least before he adds moments later, almost mopily, “... the view isn't bad either.”

A long silence passes between them after that, Natori abruptly aware of how he is stretched across the table and wondering furiously to himself whether Claudius’ words were intended to be read as an innuendo. The other cat doesn’t leave him long to wonder— padding over, leaning forward so that they’re nearly nose to nose, and all with a wide, suggestive grin plastered upon his face.

“I think you’re happier to see me than I am to see you, babe. I can tell.”

Not that long ago, Natori would have felt quite scandalized by that. He would have recoiled, bitten off some panicked, impulsive denial, and Claudius would have been left nursing a massively bruised ego. They might even have argued bitterly, to the point that Natori might be left wondering if the other would ever return.

Here, now, still at least patently unsure what to say, how to say it, he manages only a soft amusement, a slightly crooked look of knowing concession. And the effect must be rather novel, as Claudius remains in his spot as if mesmerized for a fleeting moment, and then hastily pushes himself back up again. Natori is not quite so eager to return to propriety, and is even bold enough to take a moment to stretch before straightening. There’s a mute warmth which has settled in his chest, a familiar comfort he’s in no hurry to analyze or dislodge.

“You haven’t had a meal in a while, have you.” It’s not a question. Claudius’ sheepish hemming and hawing is answer enough. Whatever he tries to say This is about in an attempt to seem the suave, rakish charmer he very much isn’t, Natori knows it ultimately comes down to the food.

It’s as they’re moving further into the church, Claudius quite uncharacteristically trailing behind in a dutiful manner, that the fluffier of the two tries, “Warmed up to me pretty quick this time, you know, babe,” in an attempt to salvage that aforementioned pretense. “I didn’t get you into some trouble last time, did I?”

Natori snorts, not turning around, not otherwise explaining himself, and responds idly, “Stranger things have happened.”

#when ur torn between wanting people to see A Thing but also wildly embarrassed about it bc its Weird hhhh #i'm going to tag it while apologizing ffhhfeu #the cat returns #there'll be more to this eventually. i have an idea for where i want it to go. but there's not really much on plot lmao #i mostly just wanted to write them interacting in this kinda setup orz #hospitality AU

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saturated-soul · 6 months

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Been skipping a lot of these because I didn’t have the energy but when BOTH of the goblins tag me??I guess I have to ( mwah @vanillestern @thatforthewildguy )

Last song:

Song stuck in my head:

Favorite color: baby pink, black, nature green and deep blue

Currently watching: Heartstopper

Currently reading: a book about how to get over driving anxiety

Currently craving: butterscotch cinnamon pie

Last movie: Five nights at freddy’s

Sweet, spicy or savory: savory

Relationship status: haven’t been in an actual relationship for too long, still single

Current obsession: my newest plants I’m super happy with

Three favorite foods: pasta, homemade soup with vegan cheese on bread, and really just simple potatoes with greens and some vegetarian burger

Last thing I googled: best tattoo artists nearby

Dream trip: Norway and Switzerland, even better if I could stay at a cabin (+ bonus points if there’s snow!)

Anything I want right now: be alone together with my friends cause I miss them

There’s 0 pressure to do this because I know what it’s like to sometimes not wanna do anything other than scroll on this app, and I know some of yall are busy. But I still wanted to include few of my friends in case you do enjoy to fill these in 😌

@profound-life @moving-mountains5 @optimistic-catastrophe @wijnvlinders @every-thing-is-copacetic @v4lde @guitosc @jupiter-rylee @fun3rxl-fxntxsy @c-diddyy @megamellowpeachstudent @fibonacciislife @thinkingaboutagoodurlname @i-gustavvv

#tag game #Spotify #fav mutuals

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notmorbid · 10 months

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harlem shuffle.

dialogue prompts from harlem shuffle by colson whitehead.

have you been sleeping here?

i came to take care of things. they told me to call you.

you don't have to live the way you're taught to live.

you're born in one place, but what's important is where you decide to go.

everyone has corners and alleys no one else sees. what matters are your major streets and corners.

most straight jobs are lousy.

you've always seen straight through me.

ignoring my advice has always been a good policy.

i want you to be safe.

why should you be ashamed to have lived so long on your own?

i saw your lights were on, so i waited.

i'm most comfortable where nobody's looking. in-between places.

did your mother never tell you to mind your own business?

it's a mistake to believe you can become someone else.

you taking care of yourself?

part of moving up in the real world is realizing how much shit you used to eat.

business is good, so i'm good.

if being a crook were a crime, we'd all be in jail.

you're confident. it's nice to see.

it's been nice, seeing you every night.

it was nice of you to go to bat for me.

you have to have an inside you and an outside you.

you get older and the old jokes get less funny.

everything copacetic?

a city runs on grudges and payback.

i've spent so much time keeping the halves of myself separate.

you've been running a con on yourself.

you're one person one second, another the next.

my luck has always been rotten. any chance i get, i piss it away.

you still like fires?

your eye's all fucked up. you look like shit.

can we put a record on?

it didn't feel like revenge to me.

how are you holding up?

such strange days, don't you think?

i wanted to check in and see how you're doing.

maybe i'm an activist. why not?

how am i gonna get my sandwich in all this mess?

you know how you want something more when you know you ain't gonna get it?

what are you getting me into?

it's in god's hands now.

just because nobody knows, doesn't mean it's not happening.

it's good to put names to faces.

sneaky gets you paid, around here.

i don't want to be reassured. i want to fight.

other people got their business, you got yours.

i'll see you when things get back to normal.

you can never know what's going on with other people, but their private selves are never far away.

what makes you think we read the same papers?

too much silence, you get to thinking about things.

this whole country's founded on taking other people's shit.

what were you like, when you were little?

if we don't help one another, we'll be lost out there.

i didn't mean to get you in trouble.

you know what your problem is? you don't like anybody.

i like plenty of folks. i just don't like people.

you don't have to know what something's called to know how it makes you feel.

remember me. no one else will.

#sentence starters #rp memes #rp meme #ask memes #ask meme #inbox meme #historical meme

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horoscopeguidance · 20 days

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CAPRICORN: APRIL 2024

A plan that you put into motion last month can come to fruition in April if you continue to persevere. Even though you may have a setback at the start of the month, it won't be as complicated as it seems at first. If you look at every challenge you face regarding this effort with a can-do attitude, you can get it done in the weeks ahead, Capricorn. It may seem as though someone is standing in the way of a promotion you want or an important assignment at work, but it is probably not as it seems. If you see this person as a competitor or an impediment to your success, then it will be more difficult. If you can find your way around this individual, though, with just a little bit of creativity and a more casual approach, they will not have much of an impact on you. A new beginning is possible this month with a new or existing romantic relationship. Things may have been rocky in your love life for a while, but the universe is giving you the gift of seeing things more clearly. Once you do, the understanding you attain will help you find a better way to communicate, which will lead to a closer bond. The interpretation of a financial understanding you have with someone might be different for each of you. That's why it will be important to hash this out. Even if you think everything is copacetic, you need to set up a time to talk the whole thing through, just to be sure you are on the same page.

#astrology #horoscope #astrology blog #zodiacsigns #astrology chart #astrology transits #astrology tumblr #astrologyposts #astrologer #capricorn

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every-thing-is-copacetic · 3 months

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#me #every-thing-is-copacetic #alternative #alternative girl

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asirensrage · 2 years

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there's a heaven above you (don't you cry) - Part 10

Rating: M Pairing: Lost Boys/OC Fandom: The Lost Boys Warnings: violence, swearing, threat of violence Summary: The thing no one ever tells you about time travel is that you don’t have any control over where you end up or when you leave. It just happens. It also hurts like a bitch. Notes: This will be a poly pairing, so if you’re not into that, don’t read. previous/masterlist also on ao3 and ffn

Chapter 10: Cruel Summer

She was browsing through a magazine when she heard him.

“How’s my favourite employee?”

“Still your only employee,” she called out before glancing up at him. Sampson looked like he just walked out of Woodstock but what surprised Darcy was the figure beside him. She was an older woman, her short hair slightly curled and styled.

“What’s cracking, Darce?”

“Same shit, different day,” she folded up the magazine and tossed it on the counter. “How are you?”

“We’re bad, Darce but we got good vibes.”

She had no idea what that meant but nodded. It couldn’t have been that bad if he mentioned good vibes. “Alright.”

“You remember me saying I was gonna hire someone new?” he asked. “You can start going around like the stone fox you are.”

The woman next to him gave him an unimpressed look at that. “Is that how you treat all your employees?”

He winked at her. “It’s copacetic.” He looked back at Darcy. “Darce, this is Camila. She’s gonna be helping out.”

Darcy stood up and held out her hand. “Darcy. Nice to meet you.”

“Camila Johnson. It’s a pleasure,” she said with a soft smile.

“Well,” Sampson clapped his hands together. “It’s sound as a pound. I’ll let you get acquainted. Darce, you’re a brick house! Don’t forget it,” he pointed at her before looking at Camila. “Cams, baby, don’t steal anything.”

“I have enough junk in my home,” she said.

He just laughed and left. “Check ya later!”

Darcy watched him leave before turning to look at the older woman in front of her. “He’s always like that,” she said dryly.

“I know. I’ve known Sampson since he first came here.” She smiled again at Darcy. “I hope you don’t mind that he gave me this job.”

Darcy shrugged. “I don’t mind. He said it wasn’t cutting my pay.” Darcy looked around before she moved the chair she had been sitting on towards Camila. “Here, sit.”

“Thank you.” Camila came around the counter and sat down. The woman glanced up at her hair. “You’re the young woman I heard about, aren’t you?”

Darcy leaned against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “Depends on what you heard.”

“Well, that there was a young woman who took a bat and tried to start a fight with a gang of bikers on the boardwalk.”

Darcy’s eyebrows rose. “Word really got around.”

“It was quite the sight I heard.”

Darcy scowled. “They deserved it. Fucking assholes,” she paused as she realized what she said. “Sorry. My mouth tends to run away from me.”

Camila smiled. “I am old enough, my dear, to have heard worse. I’ve said worse,” she admitted. That startled a laugh out of Darcy. “What?” Camila asked, feigning ignorance. “Are we old people supposed to pretend we weren’t young?”

It made Darcy laugh louder. “Okay, good point. Sorry,” she gave a wave.

“Now, mija, what did those boys do to deserve it?”

“Hurt a friend. They’re not going to do it again. Not if they want to see me again.”

Camila’s eyes seemed to light up. “Oh? How many are suitors?”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “All of them.” She paused for a moment, realizing what she said before watching Camila for her reaction.

The older woman glanced down at Darcy’s outfit. She was wearing high-waisted shorts again and a t-shirt with School House Rock on it. Camila nodded. “There is no shame in being widely admired. You’re a beautiful woman. Enjoy the courting. Life will bring you challenges soon enough like it did me and Ernesto.”

There was something odd about her tone. “Are you two...still together?”

Camila gave her a small, sad smile. “No, mija, but I visit him every other day. Take care of him.”

That was clearly a touchy subject. “Well,” Darcy clapped her hands together. “Why don’t I show you the process here? Or at least what I do. Sampson didn’t really give a straight layout of the way he wanted things to run.”

Camila sighed. “Now that does not surprise me. What’s first?”

It took about an hour after sundown before any of the boys showed up. Darcy was hopped up on the counter laughing as Camila told her a story about how she and Ernesto met years ago.

“He says to me: Si besarte fuera pecado, caminaría feliz por el infierno (If kissing you were a sin, I’d happily walk through hell) and I told him, we’re already in hell so he might as well hurry up.”

Darcy cracked up laughing.

“Well, that just might be my new favourite sound. What do you think, Marko?”

Darcy sighed and turned to look at Paul entering the store. Marko was coming in behind. “Who invited you?”

Paul held his hands against his chest and pretended to stumble back. “She wounds!

“Not deep enough if you’re still standing,” she said dryly. She glanced back at Camila behind the counter. “These are two of them.”

“Who’s this?” Paul leaned forward on the counter to grin at Camila. “Is this the spot to collect beautiful women?”

Darcy smacked him on the back of the head. He winced and pulled back instantly, looking at her with a slightly wounded expression. Marko busted up laughing. “Knock it off.” She pointed at the two of them. “This is Camila. She’s a friend.”

Paul held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry babe.”

“Mmhmm,” she twisted her lips, looking unimpressed. “What are you doing here?”

“Only here for one thing,” Paul said, leaning in for a kiss. “Some sugar from you.”

She was tempted to shove his face to the side simply for the comment. It was just his personality though. Darcy was learning that fast. She tilted her face up. Paul grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her hard. Unlike their last kiss, there was nothing slow or soft about it. His lips moved against hers, tongue pushing in and deepening the kiss. She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him in and she felt him grin against her lips. He broke the kiss, pressing his lips against her cheek before suddenly licking her.

“UGH!” She shoved him back. He started laughing, pushing at Marko who was grinning back. She scrubbed at her face with her hand.

“Paul,” David’s voice cut through the laughter. “That how you treat our girl?”

“You lick me again and I’ll cut off your tongue,” Darcy snarled, pointing at him.

“But then we really wouldn’t have any fun,” Paul grinned at her.

“I have three others,” she said dryly. All of their eyes seemed to light up at that and she quickly realized her mistake. It was the first time she actually said something possessive when it came to them.

“You do,” David said, striding forward. She still had her back mainly to the store since Camila had been facing it. David titled her back. She clung to his arm in surprise, fearing that she was going to fall. He held her up though as he bent down to kiss her. It felt similar to being dipped during a dance. There was no hesitation. David kissed her deeply as if he was trying to burn the feeling of his lips on hers. The mixture of the kiss and hanging off the edge of the counter left her dizzy when he finally moved her to sit back up.

“Now that was a kiss.”

Darcy looked back at Camila. Admittedly, she had forgotten about the woman slightly. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“What’s there to be sorry for?” The woman waved her off. “You’re young. Have fun. Now, are you going to introduce me to your young men?”

Darcy was tempted not to, but David once again took action before she made any decision. He reached over and offered his hand to Camila. “David,” he introduced himself. “That’s Paul and Marko,” he motioned to each of them.

“Camila,” she said, giving her hand over.

Darcy rolled her eyes as David leaned down and brushed his lips over the older woman’s knuckles. “I said she was a friend, not my mother.”

“You should be so lucky,” Camila quipped back.

“I would,” Darcy said dryly. “It’d be a vast improvement.” It was interesting to note that the boys didn’t look too surprised at the comment but Camila’s expression was a little concerned. “Camila is my new coworker,” Darcy told them. “I expect that she’ll be around for a long while and nothing will change that.” Her tone got harder as she spoke, thinking about Clark.

“I’m sure she’ll live a long and happy life,” David said, looking back at the others.

“It’s a curse,” Camila agreed with a nod.

“A curse?” Darcy turned to see Paul standing straighter. “What curse?”

“Figure of speech,” Marko said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry.”

Paul shrugged him off. “You don’t know that. Curses can be real things.” He looked over at Camila. “Is it a real one? Who cursed you?” He stepped back. “Is it contagious?”

Darcy burst out laughing. “Contagious?”

Marko waved his fingers at Paul. “Cursed to grow old!”

“Shut up!” Paul swiped at him.

David gave Darcy a pointed, slightly exasperated look that said ‘you see what we have to deal with?’

“You honestly believe in curses?” Darcy asked Paul.

“You don’t know what’s out there,” the man in question said, pointing at her.

“It’s the curse of old age,” Camila said. “Nothing else.”

He looked at her cautiously. “You sure?”

“Quite sure, lindo. I’m more likely to be of the giving and not the receiving end of curses. I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

Marko and Darcy both started laughing again. It was the fear in his expression that set her off. Out of everyone she’s ever known, she didn’t expect any of these bikers to be scared of a curse.

“So babe,” Marko called out. “You done working yet?”

“Yeah, we wanna take you out, girl.” Paul seemed to get over his fear as he moved back toward her.

Darcy looked back at the clock. “What time is it?”

“Time for us to go, mija. You need to enjoy your nights and this old lady needs to go to bed.”

“You’re not old, Camila,” Darcy said. She turned on the counter, lifting her legs over the cash register so that she was fully facing the boys. David moved forward and she hopped down before he could make any attempt to help. “You got years ahead.”

“Ah, you would not say that if you were my age.”

Darcy turned to look at the boys. “Get out while we close. I’ll find you later.”

“At the boardwalk.” David didn’t say it like it was a question, but Darcy answered it anyway.

“No.”

“We’ll pick you up then,” David said. “Find something to eat.”

“Fine, it’ll be about half an hour. Go.”

“Come on boys.”

David led the way out, pausing momentarily to nod toward Camila. Marko and Paul both moved forward to kiss Darcy’s cheeks.

She shoved them towards the door. “Out!”

It didn’t take long to go over the closing procedure. It was simply making sure the cash was put in the safe, checking the donation box and locking the doors. Camila agreed to come by tomorrow so that they could organize what times Camila would come in. Darcy didn’t mind the company and Sampson promised that her hours wouldn’t be cut. They needed to figure out how that would work.

There was the rumble of motorcycles outside as they turned off the lights.

“Your boys are here for you,” Camila said.

“They can wait.” Darcy locked the back and then led Camila to the front. “Might do them some good.”

Camila laughed.

Darcy opened the door and saw all three of them waiting outside of the store on their bikes. “Well, at least you’re on time,” she said dryly. She ushered Camila out and locked the door behind them. She looked back at the older woman. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Enjoy.” Camila winked at her and walked away.

Darcy turned to face the boys. She cocked a hip and rested her hand on it. “Well?”

“Come on, Darcy,” David called out. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“Where?” It wasn’t that she was completely opposed to the idea, but they had a tendency to hang out at the boardwalk and that wasn’t her idea of a good time.

They all laughed and Darcy narrowed her eyes at the sound. “Stop being dicks and answer the question.”

“We’ll take you to our place,” Marko called out.

“Yeah, babe. Come see where we hang.” That cracked Paul up before he even completely finished saying it. David smirked as Marko laughed.

Darcy considered it. If they wanted to kill her, they had plenty of opportunities to do so already.

“Darcy.”

She glared over at David, unimpressed at his command. “You said there’d be food.”

“We’ll get you something to eat,” Marko said. “Just come on.”

It was a difficult thing to be faced with their attention. She had kissed all of them. Hell, she slept with two of them, but they were still here. Still waiting. She moved before she could convince herself not to.

“Fine.” She moved forward, ignoring the cheers of two of them. They didn’t show any preference for who she should sit with so she chose Paul. She had yet to ride with him. She slung a leg over the seat, found the foot holds and shifted forward.

David revved his engine.

“Hold tight babe!” Paul called out. She shimmied forward, wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed her face into his back, trying to keep his hair out of her mouth. They took off.

Paul was a maniac. He whooped and hollered as they drove. Darcy caught sight of pedestrians moving out of the way until she felt her body lift off of the seat when the men drove off of some stairs. She was going to kill them if she survived this.

Her ass was definitely bruised from the way they landed. They were saved from her cursing as she hid her face again in Paul's back, this time to avoid the sand they were kicking up.

It felt like ages before they finally stopped. Darcy didn’t move right away, uncertain if her body would even let her after that.

She finally looked up and instantly hit Paul as hard as she could in the shoulder.

“Hey!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she snarled. She got off the motorcycle, ignoring the slight way her legs were shaking. “You don’t just decide to leap off of fucking stairs without warning the passenger! What if I wasn’t holding on tight enough?”

“I would have caught you!” he protested.

“You’re lucky it’s only my ass that’s bruised!” she hissed.

He grinned at her. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Her eyes narrowed. She was stopped from lunging forward to shove him off of his own bike as an arm draped itself over her shoulders. She looked over at David.

“Come on, Darcy.”

She finally looked around and realized they had taken her to a cliff. She dug in her heels and started moving back. “Oh hell no. I refuse to die by fake suicide.”

They all turned to look at her. “What?”

“We’re not going to kill you, Darcy.”

“Especially not by a cliff,” Paul said before grunting. She caught sight of Marko elbowing him in the stomach.

“Our place is down there.” David pointed to the edge and now that it was pointed out to her, she could see the stairs. She also saw the sign warning them of the danger.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m going down there.” She tried to pull back. David tightened his grip on her shoulders. She tried to shrug him off. “Let go. I’m going home.”

David moved to stand in front of her. He bent down slightly, meeting her eyes. “Darcy.” His voice sounded like it echoed slightly, merging with the sound of the waves crashing against the cliff. “It’s safe, isn’t it Darcy?”

She felt herself shake her head but she couldn’t look away from his eyes. Why couldn’t she look away?

“You’re with us, Darcy. It’s safe.”

The world faded around her. David’s eyes felt like they were burning into hers and she felt Paul and Marko step up against each side. She was nearly boxed in by them. Someone’s arm was around her waist. She felt another hand on the back of her neck. She felt herself sway slightly. The grip on her tightened. Darcy felt her legs give out from under her but she didn’t fall. Was someone saying her name?

“There, see? You made it.”

Everything came into focus and she stumbled automatically at the rush of noise. There were lips on her neck and someone’s hand was under her shirt. She blinked, totally confused. She shoved them back and stepped away. They were at the bottom of the stairs. The waves were crashing against the rocks behind her and the mouth of the cave was ahead, looming ominously behind the men.

“How the fuck did I get here?”

“Hungry Darcy?” David asked, ignoring her question. He turned and walked into the mouth of the cave.

“Come on, babe!” Paul grabbed her hand, pulling her towards it. She tried to dig in her heels.

“You’re avoiding the fucking question,” she snapped. She pulled her hand out of his grasp and stepped back. Darcy looked around. The stairs were behind her, waves crashing against the rocks next to them. This wasn’t right. Still, there was no way she’d even make it to the steps before one of them grabbed her if she decided to run. They liked her enough so far. She had to use that to her advantage. They already said they wouldn’t kill her.

She moved forward.

The cave was lit by fire in empty barrels. At least, she hoped they were empty. David sat in a wheelchair while Marko seemed to run around with a torch ensuring the place was lit. Paul was next to her grinning.

“What d’you think?”

She looked around. There was a Jim Morrison poster on the wall, a bed that looked as though it hadn’t been made since Kennedy was in office and a broken fountain in the middle of the whole thing. “It’s a cave.”

They all looked at her.

“It’s not just a cave,” David said, looking over at her while he smoked. God, she’d kill for one right now. “It used to be a hotel until the fault opened up and swallowed it whole–”

“It’s a cave,” she interrupted him. “Having a fountain that doesn’t work doesn’t change that.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Her legs were freezing now. “You could have at least warned me to put on pants.”

“And miss the view?” Marko leered at her with a wink.

She stared back at him, unimpressed.

Marko moved forward and pulled her close to him. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll warm you up.” She shoved him back.

“And you guys said shit about my motel? At least I’m not homeless.” Technically.

“What?” Paul jumped up onto the edge of the fountain. “Sit down, babe. Let me show you why this is better than your dump.”

“And freeze my ass off? No thanks.”

David motioned for her to join him on the wheelchair. She ignored it. She also wasn’t going near that bed. It was probably filled with dust mites and mould. There was a broken front desk in one corner, to match the fountain, and a couch covered in lace. She took her chances with the couch.

Darcy shoved off the lace, just in case, before she sat down. “Well?”

Paul took the opportunity to jump in, showcasing different parts of the motel like he was Vanna White. It was impressive the place hadn’t caught on fire yet from the sheer amount of candles they had, the barrels of fire and the lace and drapery that was everywhere. It looked like an 80s music video. She half expected Meatloaf to appear promising he’d do anything for love but he won’t do that.

Darcy was pretty sure the couch she was sitting on was on a slant. The whole place stunk, not just of salt water, but of mould, dust and something that smelled green. It was the only way she could describe it. It was almost enough to turn her stomach. Almost. Apparently, even the potential of being murdered in a cave wasn’t enough to stop her stomach from growling.

They all seemed to notice too.

“Hungry, Darcy?”

“No shit.” There was no point in being embarrassed. It wasn’t like she could hide it or even wanted to.

“What do you want?” David’s voice seemed to echo in the cave.

“A bacon cheeseburger.” She might as well enjoy it. Darcy hasn’t had a good burger in ages since she’s stayed clear of the Boardwalk. “And fries.”

“Paul, get the food.”

The blond looked as though he was going to protest for a moment before he left at David’s order.

“Cigarette?” David offered. She considered it but seeing as he made no motion to move from across the room, Darcy wasn’t inclined to move.

“I’m good.” She wasn’t, but she wouldn’t admit that.

“Marko, music.” The other man in question pulled out a boombox from somewhere in the cave. There was no plug running from it…which struck Darcy.

“Do you guys really live here?”

“It has everything we need,” David said. “You don’t like our home, Darcy?”

She looked around again. There was clearly no electricity since they relied on enough fire hazards to give the whole fire department a hard-on for light and batteries for music. Something didn’t sit right. They didn’t have a fridge or even a cooler? What man on earth didn’t have something to hold his food whenever he was hungry and groups of boys were always hungry.

Darcy tried to find some sign that actually showed a group of men lived here. Aside from the cigarette ashes everywhere or terrible decor. There were also no dishes. Not a single cup or spoon in sight. It clicked. There was no garbage anywhere. They could have burnt it, but that would leave a smell. The only thing coming from the barrels was the smell of burning wood and kerosene.

She thought back on every instance she spent with these men. The disappearance of Frankie after partying with them. The way they were never around during the day but always seemed to know where she was. At least at night when she was in town. They rarely ate unless she pointed it out. And that stupid mother fucker who claimed to be a hunter only to be gone after she told David. “Shit.” Her ears were ringing. The hair on the back of her neck and goosebumps prickled on her arms. Darcy’s lips felt numb.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Marko appeared in front of her. That was another thing. How fast they seemed to move or drive. They didn’t give a shit about the danger they put anyone else in. They encouraged her violence. She cracked David over the head with a baseball bat and he didn’t even stumble. She went along with things even when she didn’t want to, not at first. Like being in this stupid cave.

“Darcy?”

“You mother fuckers,” she looked up at Marko. She had felt like prey when she first met them. Now she knew why.

“What?” Marko actually looked concerned.

“What’s wrong Darcy?” David’s voice echoed through the cave as he moved closer to them. He was out of the wheelchair in a flash.

She jumped up, shoving Marko out of her face before she hopped the couch. Thank god she hadn’t worn a dress. “Get the fuck away from me.”

She calculated her options before she moved for the closest barrel. The torch they had used to light it was still sticking out. She grabbed it, ignoring the heat on her hands.

“Darcy!”

She turned and pointed it at them, trying to keep them in her sight. What else was a lie? “Were you going to tell me you’re vampires?”

Both the men stopped. She saw Marko turn to David, whose eyes never left hers. David moved closer and she adjusted her grip on the burning stick.

“I doubt you can brush off fire. Tell me the fucking truth.”

“We told you you’re safe,” he said.

“Bullshit. I’m food.”

“Darcy...” the air shifted slightly and she felt herself sway. The heat of the torch kept her aware enough that she bit on the inside of her cheek.

“Stop fucking doing that!” She snarled. David was somehow closer. She swiped the air in front of her with the torch while trying to move sideways, closer to the exit. Darcy didn’t expect to survive. It would be her fucking luck that she finally got some peace only to get eaten by vampires. She sure as hell wasn't going out alone though. If they wanted to eat her, she was going to make them work for it.

“You’re not food,” Marko called out. “Not you.”

“Because I’m so special,” she replied dryly. “If I’m not food, let me go.”

“Darcy,” David drew her attention back to him. Not that it ever left. She wasn’t about to let this asshole get closer. “Put it down before it burns you.”

“Get fucked.”

“You want the truth?” David’s face shifted, changing into something with ridges and fangs. His eyes were yellow.

Darcy felt her heart leap in her chest. It was one thing to know it, but to have it visually confirmed was a whole other level. Gods, she didn’t keep the best company but this was the first time she actually hung out with murderers. She was getting to like them too.

“Darcy wait,” Marko moved closer, both hands held at shoulder level, casting a glare at David whose face shifted back into human. “We weren’t lying when we said you were safe with us.”

“I don’t give a shit. Let me go.”

“Babes! I got–” They all turned to see Paul walking into the cave. He stopped at the sight of them. “Damn, who pissed you off, babe?”

“You did!” She snarled. He looked stunned.

“I just…what?”

“All of you vampiric assholes!”

“I was gone for ten minutes!” Paul looked at the other two. “Okay, night’s over I guess. Come on, babe. I got your food. Want me to walk you home?”

“No.”

Paul shrugged. “Alright, but it’s not exactly easy to get up those stairs.”

David moved slightly closer and Darcy swung out, nearly catching his face with the torch. She should have stepped into the swing more. He backed up though.

“Should just leave her,” Paul called out from where he was still standing holding the paper bag. “Let our girl think.”

“I’m not yours,” she snarled. She was tired of being claimed over and over.

“Alright. You sure you don’t want me to take you home? I’ll swear on, well, not my soul, don’t have one…do I?” Paul shook his head, pulling himself out of the thought. “I promise on every single pretty thing I own, babe. You’ll get home safe.”

“No promises on staying safe though, huh?”

“I mean, I can wait if you want to burn David’s face off. Food’s getting cold though.” Paul shrugged like he honestly did not care which way she chose. David on the other hand was nearly snarling.

“Go Darcy,” Marko said, moving in front of David. “It’s okay.”

“The fuck it is.” She took his advice though. One vampire would be easier than three. She moved slowly but Marko and David didn’t move. Instead, they almost looked like they were arguing even though she couldn't hear them.

Darcy didn’t care. She was getting the fuck out of there.

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#and now it gets interesting #oc: darcy #fic: there's a heaven above you (don't you cry)#there's a heaven above you (don't you cry)#lost boys fic #lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys/oc #the lost boys x oc

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emilywrites185 · 1 year

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Another 10 Words My Coauthor and I Love

So many words, so little time!

Acetic (Adj)- Of or like vinegar or acetic acid.

Anecdote (Noun)- A short amusing or interesting story about a real incident or person.

Burgeoning (Adj)- Beginning to grow or increase rapidly; flourishing.

Carnal (Adj)- Relating to physical, especially sexual, needs and activities.

Copacetic (Adj)- In excellent order.

Desecrate (Verb)- Treat (a sacred place or thing) with violent disrespect; violate.

Prestige (Noun)- Widespread respect and admiration felt for someone or something on the basis of a perception of their achievements or quality.

Pervade (Verb)- Spread through and be perceived in every part of. An influence, feeling, or quality. Be present and apparent throughout.

Recalcitrant (Adj)- Obstinately defiant of authority or restraint. Difficult to manage or operate.

Taciturn (Adj)- Reserved or uncommunicative in speech; saying little.

#vocabulary #writeblr #writers of tumblr #word choice #word list #list of vocab #adjectives #nouns #verbs #writing #grammar #writeblur #definitions #words #cowriting #vocab #writing community

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5-minutes-2-midnight · 2 years

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Humans are Weird/Space Australia thought…

So, I was reading one of these prompts today where the alien species said something like, “I read the latest guide on human customs and it didn’t mention [blank]…” and I was thinking about how smart it would be to have manuals for different species—no one makes a major faux pas upon introductions, everyone on the crew is copacetic, etc, but, like… would humans actually read those helpful guides? Hells no. Our species would rather struggle for an hour with the IKEA furniture we just bought or push every button on our dash to figure out why our car is beeping than open up a 6-page instruction pamphlet or owner’s manual. And I just imagine humans trying to bluff to their superiors like, “Yes, ma’am, of course I read the memo on how to address them; I wouldn’t embarrass you like that.” Then nudging their teammate after being dismissed like, “Shit, dude, I skimmed the first paragraph, what did the rest say??” I don’t know what it is about a vast majority of our society, but I feel like we intentionally make things harder for ourselves for no discernible reason.

#humor #lol #writing prompts #original prompt #space australia #humans are weird

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harryssweatcreaturee · 2 years

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imagine this

harry and yn have been together for a bit, about 10-12 months. harry perpetually throws little hints about those three words and it gets yn worked up every single time because he’d end up not saying it. buuuuuuuut, on their one year anniversary, harry goes all fucking out. petals everywhere, a basket with her favorite things, her fave wine bottle, her fave dinner cooked. and of course, sometime during the night, there he goes, dancing in the living room with yn, the song ‘somethin stupid’ by frank sinatra is playing and when ‘i love you’ lyrics come by, he says them in comparison to how he was singing all the other lyrics. almost like he was copacetic about how he’d plan the night and that was meant to happen that way. BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW HARRY’S A SAP LIKE THAT.

anyway, i wish this would happen to me. harry where r u?

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fan fics #harry styles one shot #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry styles mini blurb #harry styles au #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff

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oatbrew · 2 years

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interesting to read from the tot art book (which was google translated so grain of salt pls) that artem’s father lives in the capital and visits stellis every spring, which makes sense given his job. so then what’s the situation w kimberly?

im assuming she lives in stellis given that she works at the uni or at least has a place there where she can stay during work days as im presuming tenured profs have more leeway in their schedule. so is it an ldr and they just travel back and forth (how far is the capital from stellis anyway)? or are they amicably separated but just have stayed married for cultural or practical reasons? are they in an open marriage? how has their dynamic informed artem’s childhood and modeled his views on romantic relationships?

the book also describes them as sharp but gentle people so presumably whatever form their relationship took it must have still been full of compassion. BUT STILL so many questions… wouldn’t it be interesting if artem secretly idealizes relationships he sees in movies bc his own parents’ relationship was so practical in contrast to the passion he saw romanticized on screen

like his fave movie is about time which i remember enjoying well enough when i watched it even though it did fall into the many pitfalls of many romcoms by portraying dysfunctional and frankly concerning behavior as romantic and swoon worthy. it’s a nice little contradictory wrinkle in having rational, grounded artem (who has no lived experience of romance besides what he has perceived and internalized from incomplete models) stumble in love because he has absolutely no bearing. which is why i still love atmospherics so much bc it’s so in character!! lmao you all thought i’d stop talking about atmospherics jokes on you i’ll never stop talking about atmospherics. anyway

whatever the case things seem to be copacetic in the wing household enough for artem not to regret his childhood but i’m always fascinated by the subtext of dysfunction that seems inevitable in a high functioning family

#tears of themis #speaking as a fellow asian kid whose dad worked overseas in another continent for years before we stabilized as a family #maintaining a functional relationship w him now is always a mutual work in progress that requires extra effort

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badxsigns · 1 year

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Fav blogs??

Idk if I have favs but here's some cool ppl

@aconstantparallel

@loganxcouture

@fvckinray

@every-thing-is-copacetic

@bearded-n-nerdy

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wickedsrest-rp · 1 year

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Name: Augusta "Gussie" Calimeris Species: Muse Occupation: Barista (Starring Role) / Mime Age: 44 Years Old (Looks about 22) Played By: Ashleigh Face Claim: Anya Taylor Joy

"Don’t mind the day mimes, it’s the night clowns that you have to watch out for!"

Gussie is the first born in a long line of first born. She was taught that the gifts she would possess would be beneficial for all of those around her. She spent her days watching her mother gather promises, deals, and debts from people too stupid to understand that they would be held to it. She would steal other’s names, only so she could pretend to live a life that was not her own. She would become somebody else for a little while, before she eventually grew bored. Those who felt like they had no meaning in their lives would come and try to find it. Her mother would give it to them for a little while, but always for a price.

Gussie spent her days watching as each person that her mother bestowed gifts on would venture out into the world, and find exactly what they were looking for. They would return as hugely successful in whatever endeavors they sought after, but it was never enough for some. One in particular believed that they deserved all that Gussie’s mother had to offer. When they were declined, they did not take the news well. They returned with a vengeance and attacked Gussie and her mother. They both barely survived the ordeal, and it put a sour taste in Gussie's mouth.

Gussie spent her life listening to her mother’s customers praise the services that she provided. Without her mother, many of them would be miserable. They believed that what she did was somehow magical, but Gussie knew the truth. She understood that all her mother did was show what was already there. She would fill in the blanks and give people the confidence that they could not find on their own. But even then, they could never have enough. They could not find their own way, so they had someone else tell them what to do.

Gussie started helping her mother out of necessity more than anything else. Because every woman before her had done it too. Because it was required. But Gussie saw how the people who were blessed found inspiration and creativity in everything. She wanted that too, even if it was not something that was done. She saw her name up in lights and herself on a stage, and no one could tell her otherwise.

She shouldn’t have done it. That is what she tells herself over and over again as if it will somehow magically reverse what was already done. Gussie is not one to fall in love very often. It seems to only occur by happenstance. If she were to truly think about it, she has likely only been in love once. But as fate would have it, that love would not be returned to her. That love would be for another. She was ravished about it, a broken version of her former self. She had always been told that love would find her, and when it did, it would become like the fairytales she grew up listening to. Stories told to a little girl who believed them wholeheartedly, without anyone to tell her that's not how things work. There was never any story about how it was possible to fall in love with someone who would never love you back.

She shouldn’t have done it. But she did. Her mother was the one who had set up the whole thing. Gussie had moved into her teenage years, and her hunger had become voracious. It was time to start the family business of finding artistic souls to feed off of. It was not supposed to be like this. Gussie was only supposed to feed for a little while, before she moved on. But she couldn’t help it, she was always a precocious child. Instead of moving on, she kept feeding in secret. She had made a pact. But a muse cannot feed on the same person without the risk of illness or death. She had known this going in, but the obsession was too much. She did not view the relationship as take-and-give, she thought it was copacetic. She wanted them to be successful, and she wanted their love in return. In the end, it did not turn out how she expected it to.

When the body of her beloved was discovered, Gussie’s mother knew that she could no longer remain with the family. She had to be cast aside and shunned, forced to live in the human world as a punishment for her actions. The only thing that she was allowed to take with her was a cameo necklace enchanted with the spirit of her great-grandmother, who would keep and eye on how she was doing. If anything were to go wrong, Gussie would have to face severe punishment.

Character Facts:

Personality: Assertive, captivating, fervid, airy, boisterous, egocentric

Gussie has an enchanted cameo necklace infused with the spirit of her great-grandmother. It is considered a family heirloom that required the assistance of a necromancer to create. In social situations, the necklace may offer advice and flatter conversation partners. Usually. Great-grandma often has a lot to say.

Gussie has made a name for herself as a fairy character she created to attend Renaissance Festivals. She has a cult following and several online blogs dedicated to her character, “Gussie Dapple.”

Gussie refuses to feed from any one being for too long. She finds it difficult to not create an emotional attachment to those she feeds from, so she has had to learn how to distance herself from that personal connection. Instead, she will feed only once before she moves on.

After being exiled from her home in the Mirrored District, Gussie has found herself mostly roaming around Elm Street with others like her. It’s the perfect place to hide in plain sight.

For now, she has decided to take a job as a barista at Starring Role Pâtisserie. She only applied once she learned that mimes were involved, and takes the role very seriously. Similar to her roleplaying as a fairy at Ren Faires, she considers this role the very same and hopes to broaden her artistic abilities.

On occasion, Gussie will steal the name of a customer, stating that she is researching for a role. She does this to especially rude customers, or whenever she feels bored. Since her mother dealt in promises, deals, and debts, Gussie knows exactly how to manipulate those around her and isn’t afraid to do so. After all, these are things that are given to her. She would never think of stealing anything!

Gussie does minimal glamouring, only so that those who dare to gaze at her beauty don’t drop dead at the mere sight of her. She is mostly humanoid, if not for her iridescent skin, elongated ears, and bright blue eyes that she uses glamorous to hide.

She has the ability to speak four languages: English, Spanish, French, and a special fae language used between her family. She has learned them through traveling and living in these places for short periods of time, and therefore is not fluent in any but English and the fae languages. Because the fae language began to fall out of favor and seen as “old-fashioned,” Gussie only learned what she needed in order to get by despite her mother insisting on speaking/learning it.

#retired

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