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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!Reader) Part 9

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warnings: pregnancy, christmas, miscarriages, discussion of miscarriages and pregnancy (please DNI if this is a sensitive topic for you)

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“Girllll what if its positive??” Gabby screamed, anxious hands running through her long dark hair.

“Um, don’t you want it to be positive?” You clarified, eyes darting between your best friend and the two pregnancy tests that sat on the counter. 

“Yeah but like, what if it is?” She laughed, you giggled with her.

The other test on the counter belonged to you…it was a solidarity test. Gabby didn’t want to take one alone, and you had an IUD and had nothing to worry about, so you figured why not.

Gabby paced around the adjacent bedroom. You had stopped by her house ‘on the way’ to Las Vegas to spend Christmas break with your grandparents, promising to keep her company for as much of the holidays as you could spare while Rooster was gone.

“Is it time?” She asked frantically, running back into the room and reaching for the test on the left.

“Oh wait Gabby that’s mine-”

“Positive.” Gabby said quietly.

“What?” 

“This test says positive” Gabby stared at the piece of plastic in awe, completely forgetting her own.

“There’s no way,” you stepped closer as she turned the test around, showing a bright pink plus.

“Fuck,” you panicked. In a spur of the moment decision, you grabbed Gabby’s upside-down test on the counter. “Well shit…positive.”

Gabby’s moth fell open as she stared at you, “WHAT?”

“I guess we’re both…” you began

“Pregnant?” You questioned in sync.

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“You gotta tell Rooster, I mean how far along do you think you are?” You asked, sitting on Gabby’s couch as she paced through her living room.

“Y/n I can’t remember the last time I had a period…I have no clue.” She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at you, “Fuck. Jake.”

“Jake,” your eyes went wide. In the panic of pregnancy you had completely forgotten that there was another person involved in this fiasco…another person who you weren’t even on speaking terms with. 

“Do we tell them both?”

“At the same time? Gabby how would we do that?”

“Gosh I don’t know! Shit, I gotta call Roo,” she walked away into the kitchen, phone in hand.

“Rooster better keep his mouth shut,” you called out to her.

A couple minutes later Gabby came back, tears of joy streaming down here face as she sat on the couch and embraced you.

“Happy Chicken?” You questioned.

“Very happy chicken,” she laughed, “we’re gonna be parents. I’m gonna be a mom. I’m gonna be a mom to Rooster’s baby!” She groaned, realizing what she’d gotten herself into.

“That’s gonna be one big baby, you know that right?” You joked.

“Don’t remind me…” Gabby sat back up and grabbed your hands, staring deeply into your eyes, “are you gonna tell Jake?”

“Not yet, not til after Christmas at least.” You hummed, “first I gotta decide if I’m even gonna keep it. I mean, I wasn’t really planning on graduating college heavily pregnant and miserable.”

“Think about it, I’m here to bounce off ideas if you ever need to talk” she smiled at you, her warm eyes instantly melting your worries away.

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Christmas with your grandparents went well. You spent a week in your childhood home with them, opening presents and watching holiday movies to your heart’s content. It was comforting being back with family, being back with the people who had raised you and supported you through everything. It took everything in your power to not text Jake a Merry Christmas text…but apparently it was just as easy for him to not send you one either. 

The day after Christmas you woke up in excruciating pain. Your abdomen throbbed and nausea overtook you as you made your way from your warm bed to the cold bathroom tile, finding yourself hunched over the toilet. The morning sickness had finally caught up to you, you thought, but last time you checked that didn’t usually mean cramping.

After what felt like 20 minutes, you sat yourself down on the toilet, resting your head in your hands…you were too weak to hold it up on your own.

“Fuck, what’s going on?” You wondered aloud as you pushed your hair back from your face. Finally opening your eyes, you glanced down to your legs, streams of blood slightly visible through your foggy vision.

“Huh?” You pulled the skin on your thighs as you examined them…it was definitely blood. Pulling off your shorts, it became painfully clear to you what had just happened.

You had miscarried.

The scene before you was a mess, and your nauseous state didn’t make it any better. Standing up, you took two painful steps to your sink, turning the faucet on and sipping the cold water. You splashed some on your neck and dampened a towel, which you used to clean up your legs.

At some point during this time, tears had started falling. It’s not like you were thrilled at the fact that you were pregnant, but a part of you mourned the possibility that this could be what brought you and Jake back together…or that this was something you and him would share.

As the nausea faded, the emotions grew, and you were in a full fit of crying on your bathroom floor. 

You were still in a stalemate with Jake, nothing had been said since you left his house two months ago and wished him luck on his deployment. Neither party had been brave enough to make the first move, and it seemed it would stay that way…until…

Incoming call from Jake

Heart racing and tears drying, you picked up the vibrating phone and stared at the name on your screen, convinced it was just a dream, waiting for it to disappear as you snapped back to reality.

That never happened. Instead, you found yourself tapping the green button and raising the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked groggily, your voice still shaking from the events of the past hour.

“When the fuck were you planning on telling me you’re pregnant? Or was I just supposed to hear it from Rooster?” He sounded livid, his voice strong and unwavering as he reprimanded you.

The tears were back, “I’m not”

“Speak up, what’d you say?” He practically yelled

“I’m not pregnant anymore,” you muttered through tears

“What the fuck did you do Y/n” he accused you, unphased by your emotions

“I didn’t do anything Jake!” You yelled back, hyperventilating between words, “its just gone!”

“Baby’s don’t just disappear Y/n, what the fuck happened?” He yelled back, you could hear voices muttering behind him.

“I had a fucking miscarriage Jake! There. Okay?” You sobbed, “Is that what you wanted to hear? I’m sitting in a pool of my own blood right now, sick, crying, confused…I lost it”

“Y/n,” his voice softened, regret seeping through your name, “just…now?”

“Yes,” you wiped your nose, “this morning”

“Baby,” he cooed

“Don’t baby me Jake,” you yelled at him, “I haven’t heard from you since you broke up with me two months ago and let me walk out of your house without a word. Now I find out I’m pregnant and before I can even break the news to you, I lose the baby and you call me screaming at me?”

The line was quiet for a moment, “Y/n I’m sorry”

“You should be sorry, Hangman. I see where you get your callsign from now,” you hissed.

“Baby I’m sorry I didn’t call you, I didn’t know what to say, I-”

“And what? It took Rooster telling you that I’m pregnant for you to remember that I exist? It doesn’t matter now Jake, its gone, so…you don’t need to talk to me anymore, okay?”

“No, no, I want to talk to you”

“Well I don’t. I’m sick of this shit. You know what? I’m glad its gone, I wouldn’t want to have a kid with you anyway.”

And with that, you hung up. Tears streamed down your face again, but in a way it felt good to hurt him for once, not the other way around.

Now, it was time to call Gabby and break the news. 

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black mascara — EZ REYES

A|N: in honor of the season 5 trailer, I had to write a little something. This one will actually be small since I don’t have too much to go off of in writing this but I can’t lie and say I’m not a little fired up! So get comfy.

GIF BELONGS to: @dailymayans

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“See that crave for power…that’s seeping through your pores is exactly what’s gonna get you killed, Ezekiel.”

“…if that happens to be the case, I hope they know their prayers well because I’ll still be here from beyond the grave.”

She did not know this person that she sat face to face with. She didn’t even know what that statement means. Majority of the time Hadiza kept out of The Mayans business, despite the fact that her older brother Franky interacted with them from time to time. She knew Ezekiel way before he decided to join the club and although she’s seen the Mayans around town, she didn’t have much of a opinion when the man first brought the idea to the table a week before his release.

Now she wished she would have.

Back then she trusted that Ez knew what he was doing.

This Ezekiel was not the man she used to know.

Hadiza had a feeling this would happen, that as soon as Ezekiel got into the president’s chair, a whole new level of danger would be unleashed. She saw the shift in Ezekiel throughout his time in the charter happen gradually, that her worries started to keep her up at night. The lack of sleep even proposed her to talk to Felipe about it, who simply listened and still had faith in his baby boy until Gabby came around.

Which was kinda foul the longer she thought about it. Was her word really not good enough when she’s been around? She’ll have to take that up with Felipe at a later time, respectfully.

She’s known Ezekiel since high school…it’s been years since they stepped into their adulthood. However a good portion of Ezekiel’s youth was ripped away from him the night his mother died.

Yes people change…but not like this.

Hadiza was beginning to think that a piece of Ezekiel died with his mother that day but what could she say about him now? So much has happened since then and He wasn’t the same—sure it was foolish to think that he would be completely healed from that tragedy but the light in his pretty honey eyes, did not reflect what was beyond them or what was on the outside.

“So that’s it then,” she raised her shoulders, “you’re gonna waste your life away for reckless shit? You’re better than this Ezekiel.”

“What do you exactly expect me to do? This is the duty that I’ve strived for. And you’re looking at me as if we didn’t know it would always end up being this way. I know you didn’t think this shit was rainbows and daisies, you’re much smarter than gabby in that sense.” Ezekiel bit, yanking a cigarette from his pocket.

Hadiza shook her head, “speaking ill of the dead…somebody that you killed and claimed to love like she was just nothing to you. I’m not feeling this. Or you.”

“There’s the door, fucking use it,” Ezekiel flared his nostrils as he pointed at the exit, “you’re the one who came here trying to preach to me what I’ve already heard. And what I’ve told myself before back when I was weak. What? you thought shit was gonna change because it’s coming from you? I’ve got to be smarter than that, especially when it comes to the club and nothing you can say to me right now…matters.”

“Then what does, motherfucker?!” She was on her feet now, “greed? Selfishness? No wait. I got it, your ego.”

The man lifted his shoulders, not needing to say anything more or seemed to be the least bit phased by the irritation that was showing in his long-time friend’s frame.

“Going after the sons—

“I don’t want to hear it.” Ez glared, “I’ve seen enough wars to not fear a damn thing. Don’t you ever question: Where does fear get you, diza? Look in the mirror. Everybody pays a price with the cards they’ve been dealt.”

The woman chewed down on her bottom lip in annoyance, “and just how much are you willing to lose?”

“That’s something I’ve got to reflect on in my own time…but you’re here.” Ezekiel kept his eyes trained on the woman, puffing on his cigarette.

Before Hadiza could lose the courage she said, “Fuck your subliminal and fuck you.”

“We’ve already done that, remember? With Sofia watching in the background. I think the message then was very clear and something you should thank me for.”

That was so low and disrespectful, considering that Hadiza had a moment and went to someone who she thought cared about her well-being. At that time she just received the news that her fiancé wanted to break off the engagement after cheating on her with a co-worker and the first person she went to was Ezekiel. He was the first person she thought about and felt complete with—a mistake on her end, sure but she wasn’t expecting him to have company other than Sally.

The smirk that was on his lips was smacked right off by her hand. However that did not stop Ez from yanking on her wrist and getting into her face.

Anyone was fair game at this point.

This she knew deep down.

He could end it all, right here in this trailer.

What made her any different?

Did he even love her anymore? Or was she just another ploy in the way Ezekiel floated around life now? Hadiza was not part of the club so why was she becoming collateral damage?

“You don’t get to come here and think our friendship and reminiscing about the old times, or guilt trip me about Gabby, would stop me or save me from myself. That’s not your job, never was amor. Sorry I couldn’t live in your fantasy of being a good ol’ friend to you anymore. But that’s life, so either continue standing by and keep your mouth shut or take a walk and don’t look back.” Ezekiel gritted into her face and that hurt more than him squeezing her wrist.

The black ink dripped down her brown cheeks as she hissed, “you’re done to me.”

And this she hoped she meant. She couldn’t stick around and she knew Ezekiel was pushing her to do so but ultimately it was her choice. Her eyes stung from the makeup as she clenched them closed, fighting away the memories of their teenage years: watching Ezekiel love Emily, having intense debates over literature in class and outside of, him being there for her first heartbreak and attempting to get angel to drive him to the asshole who broke her heart house to egg it and piss on their front doorstep, to Marisol Reyes encouraging her to keep loving her son the best way that she knew how…

“Good,” Ezekiel breathed into her face, shoving her fist back down her by her sides.

He broke eye contact after awhile since she no longer had any words for him. He placed the cigarette back to his lips as he slouched back on the couch. Hadiza swiped the mascara from the bags underneath her eyes, deeply inhaling and battled with herself on what to do or say.

The words fell empty just like the relationship she once had with the man she called her best friend.

She sniffed as she snatched up her bag, making sure she had her keys before she took her exit. The door to the trailer opened on her way, revealing Sofia who easily picked up on the tension in the home. Her dark eyes shifted between the pair but Hadiza patiently waited for the wavy haired woman to get out of her way.

Ez pressed his elbows into his knees as he grunted, “What is it, Sofia?”

If Hadiza continued to be foolish she would have tried to believe that the tone of his voice was telling her something, besides him being an asshole. That perhaps he didn’t truly want their friendship to end but that’s the difference between the two, she didn’t have to be selfish.

“Um, you’ve some company. Bishop and Tranq are outside.” Sofia informed as she stepped into the trailer with Sally.

Ez quickly got to his feet, putting his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and brushed his shoulder by Hadiza as he left the trailer. Sofia easily picked up on the woman taking a sharp breath at his actions but didn’t speak on it.

It didn’t take the most intelligent person to understand that something transpired between the two. Their relationship didn’t threaten what she had with EZ and in a way, Sofia actually thought it was beautiful. How their relationship didn’t appear to be transactional or circumstantial. How simply being next to each other was enough for them. Or it used to be. Yet Sofia wasn’t naïve to think that it would last with the new propositions EZ took on.

Sometimes that’s just the way life worked out and the sooner Hadiza figured that out…maybe she could protect her heart a bit better.

It was a little awkward as Hadiza had to collect herself, hand on the trailer’s door before she went outside. Sofia wasn’t one for words and she wasn’t sure anything she could say would provide comfort for Hadiza either. After what happened right here in this trailer, weeks ago, it’s not like the two had the chance to really talk about it.

They didn’t have to but it seemed like Hadiza always had a lot on her mind.

Thankfully for Sofia, Hadiza pushed the door open, not sparing her a glance, either placing herself on autopilot or trying her best to ignore her presence—it didn’t bother Sofia one way or another as Hadiza left the home.

“See you around then,” Sofia muttered, taking a seat on the couch, after the door clicked shut behind Hadiza.

Her long legs kicked up the dirt as she passed by the group of men on the side. She couldn’t get away from the place fast enough, feeling her heart being squeezed with each step she took.

“Hey,” Tranq started to call out to the woman but it was almost as if she heard nothing while she shoved herself into her car.

Bishop’s eyes were back on EZ as his eyes briefly burned into Hadiza’s retreating form. He just knew the Reyes brother fucked that up and it’s a shame because he was fond of the girl, despite her having a connection to a pig. Of course he never fully trusted her (by no fault of her own) but she was kind enough whenever she rarely showed up to club.

He kept it silent but he knew his body language did enough talking for him as EZ focused back on him.

“Tonight is the night, round everybody up.” Ez ordered, stalking off and daring a glance at Hadiza’s car and over his shoulder as he stood on the steps of his trailer, while she backed off the lot and sped away, eyes solely on what was in front of her and not what was left behind in the rear view.

Ez swallows down the small lump that wants to form in his throat but that wasn’t important right now. He had other things to tend to and Hadiza was no longer one of them.

Instead of running back, she ran to her mother’s arms who was less than thrilled to see her baby this upset over a man who she trusted to be good to her child.

Later Hadiza found herself in her mother’s hands again when she received the devastating but expected news from Angel Reyes on her door step. She broke down in the doorway right in front of him and she knew the eldest brother couldn’t handle that amount of heartache that he also shared, despite him placing a kiss to the top of her head and leaving her with one of EZ’s dog tags, he left her with the woman who gave her life to deal with the weight of the lost on his own.

Hadiza then sent a letter to Felipe a couple of days before she decided to take her life elsewhere, away from all that Santo Padre showed her. She wasn’t sure if there would even be a funeral or memorial but she had to get out while she can still stand.

Antigua was always a place Hadiza wanted to visit and now she can say that she lives here comfortably.

She left her mother on the front deck to get them a refill of her famous rum punch that was leftover from her mother’s house party yesterday night. Hadiza was humming to herself in solitude until she heard her mother screaming out to her from outside.

The woman did not hesitate to race around the house with a bat, ready to fight off any Osprey’s that decided to invade their property again. Hadiza held her breath as she yanked open the door, eyes wild as she searched for her mother on the deck.

“What is it, ma?” Hadiza exhaled, seeing her mother sitting up on one of the wicker chairs.

Her mother nudged her chin towards the front and Hadiza cautiously took a step towards the railing. A few of her fingertips rested on the banister as she leaned over a bit, looking over at the new found community they both settled into. It was quiet as usual, air warm, seaweed scented, and fresh.

She wasn’t sure what had spooked her mother until her eyes settled down by the cars parked along the curb. Her eyes moved to the left a bit and she had to rub at one of them to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. It tended to do that the first couple of weeks she settled in the country. Lately she’s been okay. A figure stood by a identical golf cart (that they had in their driveway) that was parked right behind Hadiza’s car, fitted cap on their head as their hands held onto a mobile device.

Her throat went dry before she could even muster up and ask if she could help the person locate who they were searching for…because she knew it was him before those honey eyes looked up at her.

“Ezekiel.” She shuddered, feeling her mother get to her feet behind her, like the DJ Khalid meme, almost like she wasn’t still healing from the last Osprey attack two weeks ago.

Her mother also gripped onto the banister, “Oh hell no. I rebuke this demonic spirit, get away from here!”

And tossed the freshly watered plant at Ezekiel who side-stepped the assault.

“Hey, Mrs—it’s just me!”

“I know! Aren’t you supposed to be dead, you bastard?!” She yelled back.

Hadiza whispered at the woman, “Ma, please.”

The woman humphed, folding her arms as she waddled back to the chair, already aware how this would go.

Hadiza pointed the bat at Ezekiel, “wait right there.”

“Not if you’re gonna beat my ass.”

“I’ll think about it by time I get downstairs.”

Hadiza’s mother cackled at that, knowing she raised her baby with some sort of sense.

Hadiza couldn’t tell you how she felt but the brain fog was kicking in. She weeped over this man too many times just for him to be here in the flesh, like they all didn’t experience the hell he indulged in back in Santo Padre.

Her mother was right to think a demon was standing in front of their home. The anger Hadiza directed at EZ after receiving the news of his death was like no other emotion Hadiza’s had before but she found peace in Antigua.

She halted at the front door, noticing EZ fumbling with his fingers after the phone disappeared from his hold. Hadiza took her time going down the few front steps, crossing through the grass and down the slope to the gravel.

The man looked up at her approach, carefully reaching up to lift the cap from his head to mess around with the brim of the hat as Hadiza moved closer but almost not close enough.

His eyes immediately went to her head, noticing that the mountain of coarse hair that she had was long gone into a buzzed style now.

He smiled, “you finally did it huh? I know you’ve been eating ‘em up more than ever out here.”

And she couldn’t stand it, her eyes scanning the old yellowing of bruises and cuts on his face, puffing out a laugh at his compliment as she almost collapsed into his arms, bringing his body so tight to hers that he thought he would break her rib cage but he followed through with the same actions.

Her chin buried into his shoulder, one of his hands around the small of her back, and the other cradling the back of her head, he heard her sob against him and he couldn’t be more apologetic.

When they pulled apart, she held onto his face analyzing the marks on his skin before she inflicted her own attack on his lower half.

“Hey! Ow!” A good whack to the top of his head, made Ezekiel stop taking the hits as he gripped her wrists again.

Except this time was different, his touch was much more softer.

“I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for filling your head up with doubts and making you believe that I didn’t give a shit about our friendship. When quite frankly—no pun intended, you’re the best got damn thing that’s been in my life.” His hands slipped into holding her hands into his own large ones.

And the way he was staring at Hadiza, let her know that this was the old Ezekiel she had missed. It was the spark in his eyes that made her feel safe, given what he got himself involved in.

He could see her mind spinning with questions, the corners of her eyes damp with tears.

“What did I say to you when we first became friends?”

“…’jalapeños on these nachos are missing and I make better ones than these whack ass ones you’re eating.’” Hadiza actually thought about this.

Which made a goofy grin appear on Ez’s face and he shook his head with a sigh, “yeah I think I did say that but after that? I said you’re stuck with me if you choose me. It would always be Kiel and Diza for life, remember?”

It was ironic that he wanted to think back when he basically was rude as hell to her about this in his trailer months ago. The bitterness was still in the pit of her stomach but the higher road wanted her to be happy that this man, her best friend, Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes was very much still alive.

Hadiza wasn’t sure how the fuck he did it but here he was, wiping away her black mascara before holding her hands in his again.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she peered down at their hands, lifting their conjoined hands up to place her lips right on the back of his hands. Ezekiel let out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding.

“For life.” She repeated, staring at him underneath her eyelashes.

He nodded his head, not breaking eye contact as she pulled the necklace from around her and placed it back on Ezekiel where it belonged. He glanced down at it, a new wave of emotions hitting him as he realized a piece of him was always with the one woman he deeply cared for.

“Let’s get inside.” Hadiza told him, as he leaned over to place a kiss to her full cheek.

She turned, her hand still resting in one of his hands as he reached for the fallen bat with the other, “think I might need this if I try to give your mom a hug.”

Hadiza laughed, “Baby steps, Kiel.”

“That’s fair.” He answers from behind her, letting her lead the way to her new home.

Perhaps now here in the Caribbean, they had the chance to create a better life, a better friendship together with no more black ink or blood spills blinding the way.

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Continue along with my anthology works that were written during the spring season here.

#Spotify #mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x black!reader #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes #Mayans mc s5 #spring prompts #queued #Angel Reyes #felipe reyes #bishop losa #tranq loza #hank loza #mayans mc season 5 #jd pardo

[bullet-prooflove]

I can’t tell you how happy I am to finally have new Otis content 🙌🏼 I’m going to make a contribution.

I totally forgot the number I’m so sorry !! It’s from the smut prompt list the one with all the sub categories.

“i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional” Otis x female reader

You were seated on the edge of the ambulance, an oxygen mask pressed to your face while Antonio stood alongside of you. His arms were folded over his chest as he listened diligently to Gabby. Your gaze strayed across the tarmac to Brian standing alongside Chief Boden, his lips set in a grim line as he reviewed you across the distance.

The aftermath of the fire and then the shooting rambled on behind him, you were lucky to have made it out alive. You’d taken two to the chest before Antonio had dragged you out of the building by the back of the vest. By the time he’d got your ass out of the door, the building was going up in smoke. The suspect was in the wind, God knows where…

It was a shit show.

You inhaled deeply, sucking in more oxygen and filling up your lungs. Brian was walking towards you, his helmet tucked under his arm, his dark hair plastered to his head. You removed the mask to speak but Antonio’s hand was already pushing it back up and onto your face. “She said ten more minutes.” He said sternly.

You scowled at him. He gave you a pointed look before turning his attention to Brian.

“Otis.” He greeted.

“How’s she doing?” Brian asked.

“Gabby said if her lungs had collapsed, she’d be blue right now.” Antonio said, rubbing the back of his neck. “The bullets knocked the wind right out of her, Gabby suspects she has a few cracked ribs. Rather that than dead right?”

You saw the colour drain from Brian’s face at his words. His whiskey-coloured eyes taking in the starburst bruising erupting just under your collarbone.

“I need to fill in Voight, you good?” Antonio asked you.

You nodded, shooing him away before looking at Brian and patting the empty space alongside of you.

Brian dropped into the space alongside of you, his fingers entwining with yours as you breathed into the oxygen mask.

“I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.” He murmured as he looked at your joined hands. “Seeing you like this knowing how close you came…”

He trailed off, his thumb rubbing over the curve of your hand.

“It scared the shit out of me.”

There was silence for a moment before he continued.

“You’re gonna have some bad bruises tomorrow.”  He told you, tilting his head so he could see the profile of your face. “I’m gonna come over tonight, bring home some Thai food from that place you like, run you a bath…”

He ducked his head close to yours, his lips brushing over your hairline.

“I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”

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[wvbaandtheboys]

Super Punch Out Dreamescape Infodump Yo

It’s about damn time I did this shit again-

SPO and Wii have different realms all together so here we go again.

Gabby Jay - Gerontophobia (Fear of Aging)

“Eternel”

A lone sorcerer that lays in the ruins of his home. Once a spry, youthful and wise man, Eternel became severely ill upon being infected by the Constellation. Being sapped of a large majority of his magic and strength, he was left as practically a rotted corpse in the wake of destruction. However, Eternel is unable to naturally pass away for an unknown reason, so he lives in pain every night. Having long grown numb to the fear of death, all he would want is to be put out of his misery. He is one of, if not the only creature that harbors sympathy for the humans.

Piston Hurricane - Astraphobia (Fear of Storms)

“Tronador”

A demigod that lives in the clouds. Once infected by the Constellation’s influence, he became hostile towards any humans he met. Why, you ask? Well, little fun fact. The Constellation has no real original physical form, and instead appears as the amalgamation of all who have perished in the dreamscape while sleeping. Being horrified by its appearance, it jacked him up. He acts as a result of not wanting any other humans to join the Constellation (trying to frighten them out of their sleep and wake them up), but cannot be peaceful thanks to his being controlled by it. Basically this dude is fighting with his humanity as his motive, but his god heritage as his means. Tries to be good, but can’t because he’s a puppet.

Bob Charlie - Homichlophobia (Fear of Fog)

“Haze”

A spirit that lives in a muddy bog, surrounded by fog. He was driven into extreme paranoia by the Constellation, yet is another one of the creatures that persists in combating its hold on him. Haze is terrified of what the Constellation causes him to do, and often tries to stay hidden from view, instead speaking to any passerby from the depths of the fog and urging them to flee. When he loses control, he can easily maim any living being. He is another of the creatures who sympathizes with the humans and wishes he could protect them.

Dragon Chan - Atychiphobia (Fear of Misfortune)

“带来不幸的哭泣之龙” (The Weeping Dragon that Brings Misfortune)

A Chinese dragon that fled the safety of his homeland to an abandoned tower. Seeing that his presence seemed to make things worse in the Constellation’s takeover, particularly concerning his beloved grandfather figure, he flew far away from home to a secluded tower where he remains to this night. Ashamed and becoming overwhelmed with negative, overwhelming emotions, he succumbed to his infection over the span of many mournful nights. Driven to the brink of insanity, exacerbated by his self-isolation, he is very violent towards anyone and everyone he meets. However, deep down, Dragon still has a heart and craves nothing more than to reunite with his grandfather. However, he dreads what he would find, more over what he would cause, if he dared to return.

Masked Muscle - Volcanophobia (Fear of Volcanoes)

“Magma”

A humanoid figure made out of igneous rocks that lives within a massive volcano. A raging monster, Magma is essentially slowly killing himself by violently igniting an eruption to kill any humans he comes across. He loses body mass everytime he does so, which means he loses a bit of himself everytime he attacks. Though, this is on purpose. Unwilling to live in such a corrupt world, Magma knowingly does this as to both satisfy the Constellation and himself. He is convinced he will be able to pass peacefully and not have to submit to the Constellation’s bidding once he is dead.

Heike Kagero - Pistanthrophobia (Fear of Trusting Others/Deception)

“嘘をつく美少年” (A Beautiful Boy that Tells Nothing But Lies/The Lying Bishounen)

A deceptive boy that lives in an ever changing world of props. Having the ability to shift his world into whatever he fancies, alongside having the ability to change appearance at will, he is a malicious person that uses his abilities to torment his victims before taking their lives. Previously a very kind creature that used his abilities for entertainment, the Constellation easily claimed his mind upon lying to him that his family members (Dream!Dragon and Hoy) were both dead, devastating him. Lacking mental fortitude, yet still harboring a good heart, his corruption runs very deep to the point that even he is unable to convince himself to take pity on the humans.

Mad Clown - Coulrophobia (Fear of Clowns)

“Serenata and Burlone”

A theater entertainer with two separate personalities. Serenata, wearing the tragedy mask, is a somber and pessimistic man that often communicates through sing-song speech (sings as he talks.) His unwillingness to take action alongside the Constellation caused the entertainer’s unstable switching between both personalities. However, Burlone is a jester at heart and is very abrasive, and a little bit sadistic with an insatiable desire for thrill. He, as opposed to Serenata (the two don’t really get along tbh), agreed with the Constellation out of that desire for excitement. With many tricks up his sleeve within his own funhouse of horrors, he certainly proves to be one of the most frightening monsters with a lack of any emotion towards humans besides seeing them as entertainment.

Narcis Prince - Cacophobia (Fear of Unattractiveness)

“The Two Faced Prince” (or Twoface)

An ominous royal that lives in a grand castle. A seemingly emotionless yet outspoken young man, he wears a mask over one side of his face to hide a frightening deformity. Twoface’s mind has been completely overrun with a corrupt sense of vanity, causing him to become obsessed with retaliating against anyone he either deems to be “hideous” or “daring to be more beautiful than he.” (Everybody dying.) The deformed side of his face is more expressive and is quite talkative unlike his normal side, though it is almost as if Twoface treats both sides like independent personalities working together as one vessel. Startlingly sinister at times due to his twisted mind, he removes the faces of any humans he captures and sews them onto figurines. How’d he get corrupted, you ask? Well, to put it simply, he got manipulated into thinking his infection would be halted if he removed any skin that would visibly become corrupt. Surprise surprise, the Constellation picked his face for a reason.

Hoy Quarlow - Philophobia (Fear of Love)

“拒绝爱的邪恶老人” (The Evil Old Man Who Refuses to Love) (The Unfeeling Grandfather)

An elderly man that lives in complete solitude. Deeply wounded by the loss of his family, that grief was taken advantage of by the Constellation. Though not exactly enjoying it, he purposefully acts devious and hostile towards anyone (human or dream) to prevent forming even a mutual relationship. A proficient hunter by means of changing into another physical form resembling a younger version of himself, he plays his role of being seen as a threat well. Though, somewhere inside of him, he wishes to see his “children” (they’re not blood related, just close) again and know that they’re alive.

Rick & Nick Bruiser - Thanatophobia (Fear of Losing a Loved One (in this case))

“Conjoined”

Two brothers that have been forcefully combined together into an deformed amalgamation. Overwhelmed with thoughts of each other’s demise over the course of their infection, they stayed together up until the Constellation came along and made them into what they are now (as to, in its words, “keep them together forever.”) Both seem to work together as both brothers need to cooperate to move their body. However, internally, there is a whole bunch of conflict going on between them. They’re in a bit of a parasitic relationship instead of a strictly familial one, as they both consistently leech off each others’ strength to gain sole control (usually clashing thoughts or whatever. Basically, they’re slowly losing that regard for one another.) Despite that, even if it’s not for the right reasons at this point, they still fear losing each other as much as ever.

(I’m gonna rewrite Wii at. some point teehee)

#dreamescape au #punch out!! #super punch out #punch out au #birdie mac #gabby jay #piston hurricane #bob charlie #dragon chan #masked muscle #heike kagero #hoy quarlow #narcis prince #rick bruiser #nick bruiser

[sunsp0tarchive]

Some thoughts about fusion, Gabriel and Ellis

(with some minor mentions of sexual themes)

Okay, this is something not a lot of people even know about, but there are sections in my oc story where gabbi and ellis actually sort of fuse into one person for periods of time. I think its an incredibly intriguing topic and i know, the inevitable "like steven universe" or "like dragon ball" will probably occur, but its my story : ) and i think it helps me explore certain themes i enjoy

Essentially, Ellis is not allowed to dream anymore, once he has made his agreement with Zachary, the strange ghost man who has taken him "under his wing" (into his control) His mind is put into a strange place when he falls asleep, and he wanders a large, blood red desert in search of anything or anyone. This place is more than just a dream as well, its the land of all things that are forgotten and dead. His mind was dumped there, put into a cage, so he would lack ways to free himself from his literal chains, hanging around his neck. He lacks the strength or orientation to make his way through the ruins of long forgotten things, that might actually hold solutions to problems in the waking world.

At the center of this world stands a large dark tower, seemingly made out of clay, smooth to the touch. Ellis has no help or guidance in the darkness, and he returns to this place every night. I dont like to put caveats into my writing, about how people might perceive certain things, but truly i genuinely love the idea that love and companionship can be guiding, strengthening forces in a characters life. Once Ellis has met Gabriel, the dreams dont stop either. But after the first night they spend together, a disoriented, confused person , made up of both of them, wakes up in the sand instead. I like to think this character is at first very disoriented about their situation, as this is obviously a very bizarre thing to happen to them. There is no one to hold their hand either, but it is almost unnecessary, as they are one whole being now, with love and care toward the parts that make them up.

This is the way to break the curse, this is the way to find the light in the dark desert. But it comes with the irritation and confusion, of waking up and being split in two again. And this way, whatever they may feel in the waking world, whether they are angry at each other or whatever, this shared experience binds them in a way that makes it very difficult for them to stay apart. (I guess, in a sense its like bonding through an experience, that no one else could really understand, one in which they learn about sides of each other that they could never truly speak out about)

I also like seeing it from a distinctly sexual angle personally. I think that true intimacy between characters is a very fascinating thing to explore in writing and art, not to say that this intimacy cant be found in a non-sexual context but, its certainly a big part in many peoples lives and it is different and uniquely meaningful for everyone.

#Gabriel #Ellis #yet another text ramble #will write my entire oc lore here instead of in my book #watch me

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, March 13

DRUSILLA: Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes today. Shh. SPIKE: Darling, are you going to eat something? DRUSILLA: I'm not hungry. I miss Prague. SPIKE: You nearly died in Prague. Idiot mob. This is the place for us. The Hellmouth will restore you, put color in your cheeks, metaphorically speaking, and in a few week's time... DRUSILLA: The stars will align, and smile down on us. SPIKE: And then, God, this town will burn. DRUSILLA: A pretty fire!

~~BtVS 2x03 “School Hard”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Invited (Angel / Angelus, Willow, Buffy, Joyce, Giles, PG) by badly_knitted

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Horrorshow, Chapter 1/? (various ships, E) by vampbrat

Side By Side, Chapter 1/? (Spike, Seeley Booth, Bones xover, not rated) by Enigmatist

Aloha Means Hello ... and Goodbye, Chapters 3-8/8 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Angel, E) by MCorey1317

Dawn Rising, Chapter 49/? (Buffy, LOTR xover, T) by Luna_delCielo

The Stars to Hold Our Destiny, Chapter 4/? (Buffy, Star Trek xover, G) by Hermione2be

[Ukrainian language] Forward to Time Past//Вперед у час минулий, Chapter 32/67 (Buffy/Spike, E) translation by Uraniya

Dru & Darla, Chapter 2 COMPLETE! (Drusilla/Darla, M) by Hoomanbeans

[French language] POUPEES ET TERRE BRULEE, Chapter 1 (Drusilla, K+) by fredericbleumalt

Dusk Rising, Chapter 33 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by HappyWhenItRains

Forwarding Blue, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by Desicat

Love Lives Here, Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

A Breath is But a Soundless Whisper, Chapter 29 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by Blackoberst

Left on Read, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by ashcrashed

Enemies to Ghost Hunters, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by ClowniestLivEver

The Balance, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ClowniestLivEver

Triangles, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ClowniestLivEver

30 Ways to Say I Love You, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

Embrace, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Harlow Turner

We’re Having a Baby!, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Maxine Eden

Bizarre Double Life, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by violettathepiratequeen

Out of the Wasteland, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Harlow Turner

I love you., Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

Crossing Over, Chapters 11-12 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Julikobold

The Dreaded Lurgi, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by SomeKindOfADeviant

Tag, You're It!, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by VeroNyxK84

Forever and Always?, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by scratchmeout

X.X, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Rea

The Dawnster Drabbles, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by Passion4Spike

How Could I Not?, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by simmony

Dead End, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by all choseny

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[anotherwvba]

Punchline pt. 1

Author’s Note: This is a side story taking place between parts 11 and 12 of “By Blood or By Choice.”

Thursday nights on Peachtree Street in Atlanta weren’t the most exciting nights of the week, but the Laughing Skull was usually packed out. This night was no exception. After some difficulty, a silver Toyota Corolla found a parking spot. Out of the car, a motley crew stepped out, led by the WVBA’s Director of Talent Relations, Gabby Jay.

Gabby straightened his tie and jacket as he turned to his compatriots. “Remember, mes amis, we are not here to cause a scene. If our gentleman is on stage, we’ll let him finish his set. We’ll see about speaking with him backstage afterwards, non?”

Disco Kid climbed out of the back seat with a quizzical look, “But why am I here, Gabby? I had to cancel a boxercise class for this!”

“Kid, have you looked at Gabby and Bull lately?” Jazzy Jamboree, the colorfully clad announcer, chuckled as he got out the rear passenger’s side. “The last club they saw was a sandwich Giovanni served up in the cafeteria. You and me, Kid, we got the ins at every club in A-Town.”

“I mean,” Disco nodded, “makes sense.”

Bald Bull, now leaning his massive arms on the top of the car, looked at Gabby, “Why me?”

Gabby kept his gentlemanly cool, “Things may take a turn, Champ. Since I’m not, how you say, as spry as I once was, we may need a… presence.”

Bull crossed his arms and nodded as Gabby and Disco rounded the car and they all moved toward the club, but Disco raised an eyebrow in offense. “Might need a presence? You sayin’ I can’t handle myself if things get rough? Man, that hurts, Gabby.”

“I’ve seen videos of this Polish guy.” Gabby sighs and shakes his head before looking at Disco. “Have you ever seen a man beaten half to death with a microphone cable?”

“Naw, man,” Disco chuckled, “You mean choked, right?”

“Oh yeah, I saw that on TikTok,” Jazzy interjected before turning Disco, as well. “He means beat. As in ‘where’s my money’ beat.”

Disco stopped dead in his tracks, gaze darting between the three men. Then, with a nervous laugh and an anxious look in his eyes, he looks at the Major Circuit Champ. “That’s all you, big man.”

Bull smirked and put a reassuring hand on Disco’s shoulder. “We be alright. You watch my back.”

As the quartet approached the lounge entrance, boos and catcalls from inside the club got clearer and clearer. Disco looked at a sign hung prominently in a window. “Heh, ‘open mic night.’ Explains the booing.”

Gabby moved to pay for their admittance, but Jazzy waved him off. “You really don’t know how this works.”

Jazzy walked over toward the doorman, “Yo, Ricky! My man!”

The sharp dressed and burly doorman, easily Bald Bull’s size, looked over and his eyes lit up when he saw Jazzy. “Hey, Jambo! Good to see ya’, buddy. These guys with you?”

“Yeah, man,” Jazzy answered with a handshake and a hug. “Anybody good on stage tonight?”

“Aw, hell,” Ricky answered, “whaddya you think? Y’all head on in.” The doorman spoke into a lapel mic, “You there, Bobby? Let Jazzy and his crew in. They're on me.”

Jazzy smiled, “Thanks, brother. Let me know the next time you, Paula, and the kids wanna come to The Omni.”

“Thanks, buddy. Bring it in!” Ricky shook hands with Jazzy and pulled him into another quick hug. “Y’all enjoy the show, gents! Jambo, don’t be a stranger.”

The four men walked into the club and Disco looked in awe at Jazzy, “Jazzy, respect.”

With a smile, Jazzy looked back at Disco, “You’ll get there one day, Kid.”

As they entered the dining area where the stage was located, a commotion caught their attention. A young man on stage, mic in hand, barely a hundred pounds, dove off the stage! He took down an apparent heckler and all hell broke loose.

Disco, eyes wide, quipped, "That guy’s not getting booked again!" Gabby, shaking his head, remarked dryly, "That guy’s who we’re looking for."

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!! #super punch-out!! #punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #gabby jay #disco kid #bald bull #jazzy jamboree #jon adamski #friend tag!!

[abbygraceasd]

Doomsday

The Daleks advance upon us with cries of ‘exterminate!’

“Daleks!” I shout.

The aliens fall silent, taken aback.

“You’re called Daleks.” I walk towards them, “I know your name.” I take the lab coat off, “Think about it: how can I know that? A human… who knows about the Daleks. And the Time War. If you wanna know how, then keep us alive. That’s all I’m asking. Me and my friends.”

“Yeah, Dakeks. Time war. Us too.” Gabby gestures between her and Mickey.

Rajesh nods as well.

The black Dalek speaks to me, “You will be necessary.” it turns to one of the other Daleks, “Report: what is the status of the Genesis Ark?” “Status: hibernation.”

“Commence awakening.”

“The Genesis Ark must be protected above all else.”

The Dalek turns to the Genesis Ark which also emerged form the sphere. It clamps its suction arm to the side of the Ark.

Mickey continues to point his gun at them, “The Daleks, you said they were all dead.”

I shake my head, “Never mind that, what the hell’s a Genesis Ark?”

“Which one of you is least important?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

The Dalek repeats the question.

“No, we don’t work like that. None of us.” “Designate the least important!” Rajesh steps forward, “This is my responsibility.”

I try to hold him back, “No, don’t!”

He ignores me and stands before the Dalek dejectedly.

“I er, I represent the Torchwood Institute. Anything you need, you… come through me. Leave these two alone.”

“You will kneel.” “What?”

“Kneel.” Rajesh kneels. The surrounding Daleks direct their eye stalks onto him.

“The Daleks need information about current Earth history.”

Yeah well i can give you a certain amount of intelligence, but nothing that will compromise Home Land security…” “Speech is not necessary. We will extract brainwaves.” The three Dalkes advance upon Rajesh and position their suction arms around his head.

“Don’t… I… I’ll tell you everything you need. No. No!” He shouts out in agony before the Daleks crush his skull. Mickey makes toward him but Gabby and I hold him back.

The Daleks let Rajesh’s blackened corpse fall to the ground.

“His mind spoke of a second species invading Earht infected by the superstition of ghosts.” “You didn’t need to kill him!” I exclaim.

“Neither did we need him alive.”

“Dalek Thay, investigate outside.” “I obey.”

Dalek Thay leaves the sphere chamber.

“Establish visual contact. Lower communications barrier.”

A projection appears in the area previously occupied by the sphere, showing Dalek Thay’s point of view. He meets with two Cybermen.

The three aliens argue.

I pick up my phone, but do not talk so I don’t draw attention to myself.

They speak about an alliance before the Cybermen are shot dead.

The Cyberman adresses the Daleks through the projection screen, “Daleks, be warned: you have declared war upon the Cybermen.”

“This is not war. This is pest control.” “We have five million Cybermen. How may are you?” “Four.” “You would destroy the Cybermen with four Daleks?!” “We would destroy the Cybermen with one Dalek. You are superior in only one respect.” “What is that?”

“You are better at dying. Raise communications barrier!”

The screen goes to static.

“Wait!”

The phone call disconnects.

“Rewind image by nine rells.”

The Doctor is in frame in the background.

“Identify grid seven gamma frame.” They zoom in on the Doctor, “This male registers as enemy.”

I smile.

One of them turns to me, “The female’s heartbeat has increased. Identify him.” “Alright then… if you really wanna know… that’s the Doctor.”

The Daleks roll back sharply.

“Five million Cybermen, easy. One Doctor? Now you’re scared.”

Dalek Thay enters the sphere chamber, “Cyber threat irrelelvant. Concentrate of the Genesis Ark.” The black Dalek presses its suction arm to the side of the Genesis Ark.

Gabby looks at me, “Why are we being kept alive?” I speak after a pause, “They might need me.”

Whilst the Daleks are crowded around the Genesis Ark, Mickey and Gabby show me a yellow button, “We could transport out of here, but it only carries one each. And we’re not leaving you.” “Bravest humans I know.” “Well I can’t think what the Dalkes need with us. We’re nothing to them.” Mickey says.

“Speak for yourself, I don’t think the Daleks know which one of us,” Gabby gestures between herself and me, “is which.”

“You could be… whate’er’s inside the Ark is waking up, and I’ve seen this happen before. The first time I saw a Dalek, it was broken. It was dying. But I touched it. The moment I did that… I brought it back to life.” I keep my voice low, “As the Doctor said… when you travel in time in the Tardis, you soak up all this background radiation. It’s harmless, it’s just there. But in the Time War, the Daleks evolved so they could use it as a power supply. If the Daleks have got something inside that thing that needs waking up…” “They need you.” Gabby says.

“But why would they build something they can’t open themselves?” Mickey asks.

“The technology is stolen. The Ark is not of Dalek design.”

“Then who built it?” I ask.

“The Time Lords. This is all that survives of their Home World.”

The four Daleks shuffle around the Ark.

“What’s inside?”

“The future.”

The Daleks back away from the Genesis Ark.

“Final stage of awakening.”

“Your handprint will open the Ark.” “Well tough ‘cause I won’t.” “Obey or the male and female will die.”

I immediately move to the Ark, “I can’t let them.” “Abby, don’t.”

“Place your hand upon the casket.”

“All right!” I turn to the Ark, “You’re gonna kill us anyway, so what the hell?” I turn back to the Dalek and stand right in front of it, “If you escaped the Time War, don’t you want to know what happened?” 

The Dalek starts to talk, but I interrupt, “What happened to the Emperor?” “The Emperor survived.” “‘Till he met me. Because if these are gonna be my last words, then you’re gonna listen. I met the Emperor. And I took the Time Vortex and I pulled it into his head and turned him into dust. Do you get that? The God of all Daleks… and I destroyed him.” I smile at the Dalek.

“You will be exterminated!”

“Oh now, hold on, wait a minute.” “Alert, alert, you are the Doctor.”

I smile in delight.

He saunters into the room, wearing his 3D glasses.

“Sensors report he is unarmed.” “That’s me. Always.” He says lightly.

“Then you are powerless.” “Not me.” He takes his glasses off with a flourish, “Never.” He turns to me, “How are you?”

I grin at him, “Way better now that you’re here.”

“Good! Mickity-McMickey! And Gabby the Genius! Nice to see ya!” He hugs them.

“Social interaction will cease!” “How did you survive the Time War?”

“By fighting. On the front line. I was there at the Fall of Arcadia. Someday I might even come to terms with that. But you lot ran away!”

“We had to survive.”

“The last four Daleks in existence. So what’s so special about you?”

I talk in a low voice, “Doctor, they’ve got names. And Dalek’s don’t have names, do they?” “I am Dalek Thay.” “Dalek Sek.”

“Dalek Jast.” “Dalek Caan.”

“So that’s it! At last… the Cult of Skaro. I thought you were just a legend.” He speaks in delight.

“Who are they?” I ask.

He strolls around them, “A secret order. Above and beyond the Emperor himself. Their job was to imagine. Think as the enemy thinks. Even dared to have names. All to find new ways of killing.”

Mickey gestures to the Ark, “But that thing, they said it was yours. I mean, Time Lords. They built it. What does it do?”

The Doctor glances at it, “I don’t know. Never seen it before.”

“What is it? What have you done?”

“Time Lord science will restore Dalek supremacy.”

“What does that mean? What sort of Time Lord science? What do you mean?”

“They said one touch from a time traveler will wake it up.” I tell him.

“Technology using the one thing a Dalek can’t do. Touch. Sealed inside your casing. Not feeling anything… ever… from birth to death, locked inside a cold metal cage.” He whispers, “Completely alone. And that explains your voice. No wonder you scream.”

“The Doctor will open the Ark!”

He laughs contemptuously, “The Doctor will not.”

“You have no way of resisting.” “Well… you got me there. Although… there is always this.” He takes his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket.

“A sonic probe?”

“That’s ‘screwdriver’.”

“It is harmless.” “Oh yes. Harmless is just the word. That’s why I like it. Doesn’t kill, doesn’t wound, doesn’t maim. But I’ll tell you what it does do, it is very good at opening doors.” He activates the screwdriver, and immediately, the doors explode inwards. Jake, his men, and the Cybermen leap into action, firing their guns at the Daleks.

The Doctor, Gabby, and I fling ourselves to the ground, trying to avoid the gun.

“Girls, get out!”

We make our way to the door. Mickey picks up a gun and starts firing anywhere.

The Doctor manages to reach us where we stand in the doorway, out of harm's way.

“Mickey, come on!” Everyone slips through the door before it closes, sealing both the Daleks and the Cybermen inside.

“Jake, check the stairwell. The rest of you, come on!” Mickey, Gabby, the Doctor and I run down a corridor. “I just fell, I didn’t mean it!”

“Mickey, without us, they’d have opened it by force. To do that, they’d have blown up the sun. You’ve done us a favor. Now run!”

Jackie and Rose are saved from a Cyberman by Pete. The exchange they have is sweet.

The Doctor opens the door to where the battle between the Cybermen and Daleks is taking place, peering into the lab, waiting for the right moment. He dives into the room, watched anxiously by me, wincing everytime a beam passes near him. He picks up two of the magnaclamps, using them to deflect the rays from himself. He makes back towards the door with them, dodging the beams. He trips over a Cyberman’s body.

“Come on, please.” I whisper.

He quickly gets to his feet and slips through the door to safety. I close it after him.

We open the door again and watch the Daleks open the roof.

“What’re they doing? Why’d they need to get outside?!”

“Time Lord science… What Time Lord science?” He takes his 3D glasses off, “What is it?” Dalek Sek elevates through the ceiling into the open air with the Ark. 

We run back through the corridor.

“We’ve gotta see what it’s doing, we’ve gotta go back up! Come on! All of you! Top floor!” The Doctor exclaims.

“That’s forty-five floors up! Believe me, I’ve done ‘em all.” Jackie says.

Jake pops his head out of the lift, “We could always take the lift…”

We finally step out of the lift on the top floor and rush to the window, the Doctor dumping the magnaclamps down on Yvonne’s desk as he goes. As the Genesis Ark spins, Daleks shoot out of it, more and more of them. The Doctor stares in horror, “Time Lord science… it’s bigger on the inside.”

“It’s a prison ship.” I realize. “How many Daleks?” Rose asks. 

“Millions.”

Pete walks away from the window, “I’m sorry, but you’ve had it. This world’s gonna crash and burn. There’s nothing we can do. We’re going home. Jacks, Rose, take these.” He tosses them the yellow buttons.

“But they’re destroying the city!” Jackie protests.

“I’d forgotten you could argue.” He loops the button around her neck himself, “It’s not just London, it’s the whole world.” He takes her face in his hands, making her look at him, “But there’s another world, just waiting for you Jacks. And it’s safe. As long as the Doctor closes the breach. Doctor?”

The Doctor turns from the window with his 3D glasses on and a big grin, “Oh, I’m ready. I’ve got the equipment right here. Thank you, Torchwood!” He dashes to a computer, “Slam it down and close off both universes.”

I frown, “But we can’t just leave. What about the Daleks? And the Cybermen…?”

The Doctor stands, “They’re part of the problem. And that makes them part of the solution. Oh yes! Well?! Isn’t anyone gonna ask? What is it with the glasses?”

I grin, “What is it with the glasses?”

“I can see! That’s what! ‘Cause we’ve got two separate worlds, but in between the two separate worlds, we've got the Void. That’s where the Daleks were hiding. And the Cyberman traveled through the Void to get here! And you lot, one world to another, via the Void! Oh, I like that. Via the Void! Look!”

He puts the glasses on my face, “I’ve been through it. Do you see?” He dodges about so I can see that he is surrounded by floating green and red particles.

“Void stuff.”

“Like background radiation!”

“That’s it. Look at the others.”

I turn to look, Jackie is the only one not surrounded by the Void stuff.

“The only one who hasn’t been through the Void, your mother. First time she’s looked normal in her life.”

I giggle.

The Doctor dashes into the clear white area, I follow after.

“The Daleks lived inside the Void. They’re bristling with it. Cybermen, all of them. I just open the Void, end of verse. The Void stuff gets sucked back inside.” “Pulling them all in!”

“Sorry… what’s… what’s the Void?” Mickey asks.

“The dead space. Some people call it ‘hell’.” Mickey loops the button around his neck, “So… you’re sending the Daleks and Cybermen to Hell.” He looks at Jake, “man, I told you he was good.”

I look at him, “But it’s… like you’ve said, we’ve all got Void stuff. Me too, ‘cause we went to that parallel world.” I flex my fingers, watching the particles float around them. I pull the glasses off, “We’re all contaminated. We’ll get pulled in.”

He stands before me, “That’s why you’ve gotta go.”

I stare at him.

“Back to Pete’s world.” He points at Pete, “Hey, we should call it that: Pete’s World.” He turns back to me, “I’m opening the Void, but only on this side. You’ll be safe on that side.”

I continue to stare at him.

Gabby speaks up, “And then you close it. For good?”

“The breach itself is soaked in Void Stuff, in the end it’ll close itself. And that’s it. Kaput.”

My eyes well up with tears, “But you stay on this side…?”

“But you’ll get pulled in.” Mickey points out.

The Doctor holds my gaze for a moment before he runs over to the magnaclamps.

I harden my face.

“That’s why… I got these. I’ll just have to hold on tight, I’ve been doing it all my life.”

I look at him, “I’m supposed to go.”

“Yeah.” “To another world, and then it gets sealed off?”

“Yeah.” He goes to another computer.

“No.” I shake my head, “I won’t.” A crash from outside shakes the building. “We haven’t got time to argue, the plans works, we go in. you too. All of us.”

“No. I’m not leaving him!” Rose looks at me, “But, I’d never see you again.”

I look at her, “You know I love you Rose, but he’s all alone. Not anymore though.” I back away from her, “He’s got me.”

I feel something loop around my neck, “What’re you…?”

Pete presses the button.

I look around, I’m in the parallel world.

I shake my head, and press the button.

The Doctor grabs me by the shoulders, stooping slightly so he can look me in the eyes, “Once the breach collapses, that’s it. You will never be able to see them again. Your family!”

My voice trembles, “I don’t wanna leave you again.”

He stares at me for a moment, before releasing his grip.

“So what can I do to help?” I hold his gaze.

He finally gives in, pointing to a computer, “Those coordinates over there, set them all at six.” I do as I’m told.

“And hurry up.” I lean over the computer, taking the button off my neck and throw it off to the side.

I look at the computer, “We've got Cybermen on the way up.” He runs over, “How many floors down?”

“Just one.”

The Doctor taps in a command on the laptop.

“Levers operational.”

The Doctor grins. “That’s more like it, bit of a smile!”

He picks up a magnaclamp and goes to me, “Hope and Glory, Mutt and Jeff, Shiver and Shake.” He hands me the magnaclamp.

We attach them to the wall next to the levers on the opposite side of the room. “Press the red button.” I do.

“When it starts, just hold on tight. Shouldn’t be too bad for us, but the Daleks and Cybermen are steeped in Void stuff. Are you ready?” We get into position by the levers.

I look out the window, “So are they.” The Daleks appear at the window.

“Let’s do it!” We push the levers upward and take hold of the magnaclamps.

The area is filled with the white light once more, but this time, there’s also the sound of a strong wind. The Daleks are sucked through the window, smashing through the glass as they are pulled into the white light and back into the Void.

We both hold onto the clamps tightly.

“The breach is open! Into the Void! Ha!”

The Doctor and I smile at each other as we are billowed by the wind. Suddenly there is a small explosion of sparks and the lever on my side moves back into the off position. 

“Turn it on!”

I reach for the lever while trying to maintain my grip on the clamp, but it is just slightly too far away. 

I eventually fall onto it. “I’ve gotta get it upright!” I push the lever upwards, groaning with the effort.

Once it’s upright the suction increases.

I have nothing to hold onto except the lever.

“Abby, hold on!”

The Void pulls at me.

I cry out.

He’s screaming now, “Hold on!”

I groan, my strength almost spent, the Doctor stares at me in terror, reaching out to me.

I cry out as my grip slips. I fly towards the void, but something stops me from getting sucked in.

“I’ve got you.” I hear a familiar voice whisper as the scene around me changes.

I look around at the scenery, I’m inside the tardis. I turn around to face the voice. “Rion?”

He grins at me, with tears in his eyes, “You told me about this happening. But you never said how distraught he looked when you disappeared.”

“I guess I don’t like thinking about it, even in the future.” 

He looks toward the doors, “He’ll be here any moment, expecting the console room to be empty. He said you were alone when he came in, who am I to argue with the past?” He smirks, typing something into his vortex manipulator, before becoming serious, “You need to tell him that you need some time away from traveling, to heal. I know you think you’re fine, but you’re not. He’ll understand, and it’ll all work itself out.” He hugs me, “Spend some time with Juni, she misses you.” He presses a button on his vortex manipulator and disappears.

Just like he said, the doors open, I turn around. The Doctor stares at me, confused.

I smile at him, tearfully, “Hello Doctor.” He walks toward me slowly, almost like he thinks I’m not real.

I reach out and cup his face, he flinches slightly.

“You’re really here?” He asks, teary eyed.

I nod.

His hands tangle in my hair, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

I cling onto him tightly.

Leaving this shit on a cliffhanger to torture you fuckers :)

#tenth doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #autistic!reader #autistic writer #doctor who x oc #tenth doctor x oc #chrysalis story #my writing

[scrapyardboyfriends]

If they won this year it would have been soo obvious that they won only based on popularity or bias, rather than the actual quality of the show. Like, I don't necessarily think Eastenders really deserved the awards, like Coronation Street and Hollyoaks are the shows with the best critical reception, but at least Emmerdale didn't win it. Because Emmerdale is quite frankly, awful, and ALL of those soaps deserve an award over Emmerdale lmao. Eastenders seemed to bring themselves back by bringing old, fan-fave characters back. If Emmerdale decided to do this for the revamp, what would your ideal scenarios be?

Since I wrote my other essay, I'll finally answer this one too because I did think about it back when I got this ask.

So let's see, aside from obviously somehow convincing Danny and Ryan to come back and getting the post prison ptsd story and reunion of my dreams....

Haha.

I still think if I were going to bring back old characters that I feel like would be more plausible than Danny and Ryan, I would bring in a recast Joe Tate and Jean Tate. I just really think Kim needs proper people up at Home Farm to interact with. Gabby is not cutting it. Will is pathetic. And Dawn and Billy just feel at odds with the place. I feel like Joe and Jean could really liven the place up a bit and make it feel like a return of the Tate dynasty again. Plus without Debbie to drag him down, Joe could be fun again. Jean could be a good adversary for Gabby because I'm tired of her fighting with Dawn. Like who cares. I also feel like Jean and Joe could bring Caleb back into the mix because they really dropped the ball on that reveal too since they just let Kim win too easily. I for one would like to see Kim struggle for once or at least have a challenge on her hands. It's boring just letting her win all the time. I'd like to see her at least have to compromise. Suffer them all working up there.

I'd also get rid of the HOP and put in a more practical business where we could actually see people work, not just one random person cleaning tables at the HIDE. It's so ridiculous to have an outdoor pursuits center at this point. They should have let it die with Ben and the whole Meena fiasco. That's clearly what it was meant for. Now it's just silly.

Speaking of building up families, I would also really try and coax Rik Makarem back to play Nikhil. I miss the dynamic between him and Jai and I think throwing Suni into that mix would be fun. And I would get Georgia back full time. I'd also actually bring in Amit. Make killing off Rishi actually worth while. I mean Priya could come back too but I doubt she would.

I'd also definitely use David leaving to bring in a new family at the shop. The show has been desperate for a big new family unconnected to anyone else for so long. Hasn't happened since the Bartons. Because they've tried with the Andersons but they've been so bogged down by so many convoluted nonsense connections and plots that everyone just hates them. They need to bring in a fresh family and just let them integrate into the village first. Let them exist without some major secret hanging over their heads that connects them to another villager. Let them build up to their bigger plots. Just let them clash with the village because their prices are too high or they stop carrying a brand of cereal people like or something dumb and low key like that. Haha.

If I was going to bring a character back from the dead, I still think it would be Val. Now she'd be less good now than she might have been a few years ago when Diane was still around and Faith, but I still feel like Val would be a breath of fresh air with Brenda and Eric and the older crowd. Also they could actually do something with her connection to Amy and Kyle. She could plan the wedding of the year for Matt and Amy. She could just be a lot of fun in general, which the show certainly needs.

I'd also probably try and get Adam Thomas to come back. He'd be a little lost without Aaron there but I think he would breathe some life back into the Bartons and I'd like to see him interact with Matty and Mack and maybe he could make Vic an actual character again instead of just everyone's plot friend.

I'd also definitely axe several characters: Wendy, Nate, Will, Chloe, Kerry, Suzy, Claudette, honestly Charles and Ethan at this point too, Amelia, Ryan, Gail...

Maybe I would cast a third Ellis to give Billy some purpose again too. Haha

I think it would be hard to bring back other older characters at this point because they have to be people that would really make an impact on the village and have actual purpose. I feel like most of the other people from the classic days who aren't already dead just wouldn't have any good connections to work with.

Who would you bring back anon? (assuming you're still checking for me to post this because it's been weeks)

#ememrdale complaints corner

[gothicprep]

so I was watching the red letter media review of dahmer/monster and I think it was a pretty solid evaluation of everything strong, weak, and sensationalized about the miniseries, and how making anything related to a serial killer or their victims is rife with impossible questions to resolve. for example, even though there’s an empty plot of grass where the Oxford apartments used to be, dahmer fans still pilgrimage to it, and the situation would likely be much worse if there was a proper memorial there.

the one thing that bugged me is the obligatory “if any of the victims had been 19 year old women…” because, to be honest, I think those cases are also handled disrespectfully, the nuts and bolts just look a bit different.

when everyone was talking about gabby petito last year, I used to keep close eye on the subreddit after I went there to see what was publicly known about the case and noticed there was something a bit… off about it. basically just hoards of people treating this poor, dead woman and her murder as this proxy for whatever abusive ex they personally had getting their comeuppance. lots of projection in all directions. to be honest, even when cases are visible and people are focusing on victims, it still manages to be dehumanizing, because at the end of the day, people are engaging with it as entertainment first and foremost.

i just sort of have given up on the idea broadly that there’s a good way to handle murders. focusing on killers obviously opens old wounds for people effected by them, but focusing on victims just manifests as shoving words into the mouths of people who aren’t in the position to speak for themselves, which always seems to happen with visibility.

again, another question that doesn’t have a good answer to it. all rotten.

[murfpersonalblog]

The Wake - my IWTV dream last night

I had an AU dream about IWTV and had to write it down.

In my dream, AMC's Louis and Lestat are married with 3 children (ABO/mpreg for life), but are currently seriously considering divorcing--Lestat's cheating, and Louis' more married to his job (a book editor who works nights remotely). Claudia, Madeleine/Madeline & Viktor are just kids (14, 10 and 6), caught in the middle--Claud wants to stay w/ Louis, Madeline* wants to stay w/ Claud, Vik* doesn't want them to split at all.

*10 yr old Madeline resembles a much younger Bailey Bass, but with bluer eyes cuz of Lestat, and darker skin cuz of Louis. *Vik is Lestat's mini-me, just with curlier hair.

Gabrielle babysits the kids when Loustat's fights get too nasty, but she hates babysitting, and even though she doesn't get along w/ Louis, sometimes she gangs up on Lestat with Lou ("ugh, you're just like your father!"). It's a whole mess. Where do we go from here?

Gabby recommends they all take a break at their tropical vacation home on Night Island (ofc she does). But one night, in the middle of a(nother) particularly bad argument that the kids are unfortunately there to witness, there's a bad storm--lightning, power goes out, etc. In all the ruckus, there's suddenly banging on the back patio door facing the stormy ocean, the front door by the main road, and the basement door in the wine cellar.

Les checks the entrance, Lou checks the back, Gab checks the basement. The kids hide in their rooms.

Lou sees someone unconscious on the beach, about to get sucked into the water by the waves. It's "Lestat," dressed in ancient clothes. Running up to him from the side is a frantic "Louis," also dressed in ancient clothes (1700s*--the Ep7 ball blouses), soaking wet. He's speaking rapid French, looking for the owners of the house, cuz his "Lestat" is unconscious, and 1700s!Lou has no idea where they are--their ship to Paris sank.

*1700s!Loustat is still the AMC 2022 version, cuz I have no interest in the book/film Loustats anymore, ick.

Les sees someone (a corpse!?) unconscious & bleeding in their driveway, with several broken limbs. It's "Louis," dressed in vintage clothes. A blubbering "Lestat," also dressed in vintage (1930s--all black from Ep5), is on the front porch. He's crying heavily, face bloody. He had taken Louis flying over NOLA but dropped him, and they somehow landed here.

It's a whole isekai anime, pretty much. Everyone's struck dumb once they realize they're looking at their doppelgangers, while their spouse lies "dead" before them. They need to all get in the house. The 2 Lous carry "Les" in from the water, and the 2 Lestats carry "Lou" in from the front porch.

But inside, the kids' screaming suddenly seems to have doubled, and Gab's cussing up a storm. There's another "Gab," dressed in muddy 1700s hunter's gear, catfighting modern!Gab & tearing up the basement. And there's 2 sets of kids running around scared of each other (1700s "Claudia" is 5, 1700s "Madeleine" is 21ish, and 1990s/2000s "Viktor" is 18ish--they all look like younger/older versions of the modern kids).

The chaos doesn't stop until everyone notices the half drowned "Les" & bleeding "Lou," and the confusion/panic increases.

There are 3 Lous:

modern!Lou (online book editor; looks like Dubai!Louis btw)

1700sLou (was on a ship to Paris with drowned/swamp!Les)

1930sLou (Ep5 broken & bloody, after 1930sLes dropped him)

There are 3 Lestats:

modern!Les (cheating; former rockstar; music producer)

1700sLes (drowned/swamp!Les; was on a ship to Paris)

1930sLes (guilty after having dropped broken!Lou in NOLA)

There are 2 Gabrielles:

mod!Gab (old money paleo-archaeologist)

1700sGab (old money adventurer)

There are 2 sets of kids:

Claudia (14 & 5)

Madeline (10 & 21)

Viktor (6 & 18)

The Gabs are the first to recover--mod!Gab performs CPR on drowned/swamp!Les, and the 2 awake Lous corral the kids away. 1700sGab sets broken!Lou on the floor and rearranges his limbs, while the 2 awake Lestats start pouring blood on his wounds.

The unconscious Les & Lou are still out cold, but are visibly healing. Everyone hovers around awkwardly, not knowing what else to do but wait, like they're sitting at a funeral wake almost. Everyone's clearly got burning questions.

1700sGab is distraught to see HER 1700sLes out cold, but 1700sLou doesn't know who she is. But he knows 5 yr old Claud & 21 year old Mad, and they know him.

1930sLes is the most horrified--he's seeing double of his mom, whom he hasn't seen in "centuries," and he recoils from 14yr old Claud. He doesn't know the other kids at all. He is stunned by sexy & confident modern!Lou, and pities 1700sLou, who is hella sad & weepy. (Modern!Lestat tells him to keep his eyes on his own Louis--which modern!Louis finds HIGHLY ironic.)

No one knows "Vik," but he recognizes his 6yr old self, and mod!Loustat as his dads. He doesn't know his sisters, and they don't know him, but they know each other.

They all have the same questions for each other, but don't get very far that night, as emotions take over, and everyone's confused as to how they all got there, from obviously very different time periods. But the sun is rising. The doppelganger Loustats are shocked by all the modern fixtures, and ESPECIALLY the UV windows. The modern Loustat are used to being up during the day, but the older ones aren't--1930s Les, 1990sVik, and 1700sGab are the only ones who can stay up just fine (they're strong, and more curious than tired), but all the other doubles are tired. The broken Lou & comatose Les are sheltered in spare coffins in the basement (which the chagrined Gabs offer to clean). The modern!Sisters double up in mod!Claud's room so the doppelganger!Sisters can share mod!Mad's room. 1700sLou is given the guest room so he can cry himself to sleep. 1930s Les, 1990sVik, and 1700sGab are all fine on the pullout couches in the den.

This is where my dream got spotty, and it was skipping around a lot as it kept going, like I was seeing scenes out of order. (It actually felt like episodes of The Real World or some other reality tv show--it went from suspense & drama and creeping me out like the Tethered in Us; to actually making me laugh myself awake right when I got the sense that the different Loustats were attracted to each other. O_O)

It's been bothering me how AMC said the show will still be called IWTV, not VC, cuz the big question's who's gonna keep doing the interviews? How will the interviews play out for TV, rather than in the books?

But basically the jist of my dream was that the "Interview" was amongst themselves, as the vampires all tried to figure out what had gone wrong with all of the Loustats' relationship. The most immediate concern was how the injured Lou & Les ended up that way--and it's quickly apparent that their corresponding spouses are lying/hiding things. 1930sLes was way too withholding, and 1700sLou was so emotional & guilty.

Modern!Loustat's impending divorce is mirrored in the other Loustat's issues, which start slowly coming to the fore, as they all realize that all of their relationships hadn't been great for awhile, and the kids are caught in the middle. The Gabs slowly start speaking up, revealing the part they've been playing; how Lestat's neglect of his kids & husband reflects her own bad marriage to his father, and her neglecting her own kids. Gab and Lou are too similar, and history is just repeating itself.

The ones who are most candid end up being the kids--the fact that the kids know SOME of the Loustats or siblings but not others is very telling. 1930s'Les' bad reaction to 14yr old mod!Claud is troubling, and the fact that he's so unprepared to see his mom(s), and has NO idea who the other kids are. 5yr old Claud's reaction to ALL of the Lestats is the worst, but she loves all the Lous. 21!Madeline is the most cool & collected, very detached, and clings more to bb!Claud, as Madeline isn't too comfortable around ANY of the Loustats. 18!Vik is the oddest one of all. He's the spitting image of the Leses, but no one knows him. But he seems to catch on the quickest out of everyone, like he knows/suspects what's going on, but he's very quiet & patient & sticks mostly to himself. He's most interested in bb!Vik, who's excited to have a big brother he can show off all his toys & comics to (Vik is quickly spoiled on a few plots--the most upset he's seemed to date).

It's only once the injured 1700s!Les & 1930s!Lou finally wake up that the truth starts coming out more:

1700s!Les had actually been chasing after 1700s!Lou, who'd run off with the girls to Paris. They were afraid of Les, cuz he was practically criminally insane--sick and sadistic, mean to Lou and the girls, a complete sociopath and psychopath. He was masking his fear that they'd leave him in extreme acts that only made them more desperate to leave than ever. 1700s!Loustat came to physical blows on the ship, and 5!Claud got between them and knocked Les overboard to get him away from Lou. But Lou jumped after Les, Claud accidentally(??) fell overboard (she's hard to read), and Mad jumped after Claud. Loustat & the girls magically washed ashore at the house.

1930s!Lou was indeed dropped from the sky--but Les did it intentionally. He had tried to wine & dine an increasingly disassocative Lou, who was depressed after their own 14!Claud had run away and been killed by another vamp (Bruce?Armand?). Les took Lou up into the air to try and be romantic, but they ended up arguing over Claud anyway. It got NASTY, and Lou spat "I hate you, let go of me!" Petty & vindictive, Les dropped him, and soon regretted it, but when he flew back down they were isekai'd.

18!Vik finally pipes up that he was sent to them by the Talamasca. He comes from a different dimension/time than book!Viktor. Dr Fareed still created Vik as Lestat's clone, but this Vik HATES that he grew to be an adult never knowing his father(s). He asked the Talamasca to help him find a way to make it so Les never missed out on Vik's childhood, and was never separated from Louis either. So the Talamasca sent Vik to this dimension, where he soon realizes that bb!Vik would end up raised in a broken home (mod!Loustat), or not be born at all (1700s/1930s Loustat) if Loustat didn't realize that they are a family, genuinely love each other, and that they need to learn to communicate better--not get into petty arguments, fisticuffs, or leave when things get hard.

So all three Loustats learn the error of their ways. No one divorces, amends are made between parents and children. They all go back to their proper timelines, but as better people. And 18!Vik is happy to know that even though he missed out on knowing his parents as a kid, he has eternity to get to know them now, and that at least Loustat in his timeline managed to figure all this stuff out without him, before dragging anymore of their kids into their mess. So Vik learned to appreciate what he already had; and everyone lives happily ever after.

Good for them and all--but I'm still sleep deprived.

#loustat #headcanon accepted #smdh @ myself

[astrolotte]

Calypso "Caly" Williams

March 26, 1970 - June 8th, 1984

Other Info:

-Yeah this is an OC -They're closest with their sister, Josephine. Or at least they were before they died... -Their parents are... both dead, and have been for a while. They don't like getting into the specifics, but essentially their dad, Alec Williams, died soon after their birth, and their mom Christina... was more recent. -Josephine takes care of them now, though. And has since she was 17... it was a bit of a bumpy road to get to where Josephine could legally look after Calypso as an emancipated minor, but it worked out eventually! -Then they died, but. -Speaking of that, they died at one of the birthday parties that the Funtimes were assigned to, as part of their 'rental service'. It wasn't their birthday party, and really they didn't want to go since they barely knew the kid, but Josephine insisted that they go out and do something -I think they both came to regret that, soon enough. -Technically the oldest kid to die, being born in 1970. The next closest are Cassidy, Charlie, and Elizabeth (and Gabby Soul, but that's another OC), who were all born in 1971 -They were a lot more... bubbly, when they were alive. They went through one of the most drastic personality changes of any bunch. Now they're more reserved, more quiet. But it's not like they have anyone to talk to, anyway. -You see, they're kinda... stuck. Wandering around the bunker that the Funtimes reside in. -William made murder machines but he didn't plan exactly what he was going to do with the murder machines. -So, after a failed something-or-other, Calypso ended up stuck as a ghost, stuck on Earth but not possessing any animatronic. -They try to warn Michael during Sister Location -They tried, they really did... the robots were planning something, but they didn't know what. And Michael didn't listen to them. But they tried... -Know about Elizabeth possessing Circus Baby, but any attempts to talk with the fellow ghost have proven futile. They don't bother to try anymore. -LOLbit is their favorite animatronic btw. They're the only one who doesn't want to kill people... also they/them solidarity -They picked up the pronouns from one of Josephine's friends btw :) Josie's very queer so she's got a bunch of friends with LGBTQ knowhow. -One day, Michael came back to the bunker, looking for the little ghost who had tried to warn him. The ghost who he had realized was the very same 'missing' sibling of his friend Josephine. -He searched. He searched for a while. -But Calypso wasn't there. Not anymore...

#sorry for plot. not that sorry. #i keep glitching out of reality </3 #btw im sorry for the awful sight of my color palette there i didn't mean to leave that on #limited color palette? who's she? it's all or nothing here babey #art #artists on tumblr #my art #fnaf #digital art #five nights at freddy's #astrozei #artist #fnaf oc #fnaf art #calypso williams #so this is caly. please love them just as much as i do. #astrolotte

[yinnina]

Missing Children

You knew better than to let people get to you, but for some reason, every time that someone brought up something about you, it just touched a nerve.

"You think you are any better than me, huh?! You are nothing but a fucking useless faggot!" Says a guy, standing in front of you, while in a fighting position.

He has brought up how you were [Y/E], calling you slurs and speaking in tongues, thinking you would understand them.

"Oh please, and you are nothing but a racist little bitch." You threw a punch at him.

At this point, every kid who heard there was a fight in the back of the school surrounded you, everyone choosing sides.

Most kids were rooting for you, but you knew there were a few kids rooting for the guy, for you hear a small chant saying "Gavin! Gavin!"

"Place your bets people!" You hear a kid, maybe a Junior, say.

His left hand had much more money than the right one, so you guessed he separated his hands onto you and this other kid, Gavin.

He punched your jaw, and you snapped your neck, making eye contact with him before grabbing his shirt, kneeling him in the forehead.

Once he was down to the floor due to the pain, you made sure to stomp on his cock, creating more pain to the guy with a now bloody forehead.

"you wanna call me a faggot once again? Let's see how well your future kids turn out to be!" You yelled at his face.

You made eye contact with a few kids, and the Junior guy who had the money in his hand handed you about 100 dollars, keeping about 20 for himself.

"Take it as a pay." He winked at you.

'Creep.' You thought.

You stuffed your pockets with the money and headed to your locker room, where you would meet the rest of your group.

"You know, getting into fights doesn't look good on you." Said a girl, passing right past you and bumping shoulders.

"I'll break your nose." You whispered under your breath.

You entered the locker room, only to be met with worried glances.

"[Y/N], have you heard anything from Bruce yet?" Asked Ren. Bruce has been missing now for 3 days. No one heard from him after his game against Finney.

"Nope, sorry." You said, everyone looked down with a displeased look on their faces.

"Well, have any of you had any dreams with him in it yet?" Asked Boston, standing outside the door of the locker room.

The locker rooms for guys were separated from the locker room of the girls, but no one said anything when Boston came along, since everyone knew he was gay, even the teachers.

All of you shook your heads no. It was just you and Gabby who believed dreams are visions, but even little things like dreams could be taken into account when someone is missing.

You and Gabby glanced at each other, and back to the floor your eyes went.

"God, if you guys are so worried, why not go out and look for him tonight?" Kaylee suggested, even though you knew she was only joking.

You actually took it into account and agreed to it. They made groups of 2 so none of them got kidnapped.

Kaylee and Aryanah.

Gaby and Ren.

You and Gabby.

Boston wasn't going, "I'm going to visit my grandma tonight." Was what he said.

After he left to change into his GYM clothes, you girl started talking about the situation.

"Isn't his grandma dead?" Ren whispered, only you being able to catch it.

"Are we sure it was the Grabber who took him? How do we know it was him and not a copycat?" Asked Aryanah.

"You sure are dumb, black balloons were found in the area at the time of kidnap." You said, smacking the back of her neck.

"Ouch, well, anyone could get their hands on simple balloons." She said.

"And get away with kidnapping? No way." Kaylee said, shaking her head.

"No one would get their hands on black balloons, even if it was for a birthday. They would be counted as suspects, so it's only smart if the Grabber knew how to make balloons or already had some." Gaby commented.

You all agreed with her, it was only smart to not buy balloons when everyone who went missing was found near balloons.

"Y'all think it's a clown?" Gabby asked.

"More than he is already? I doubt it, maybe someone who holds shows of some sort." You said, making everyone laugh.

"Yeah, just what kind of clown film that kidnaps kids and leaves balloons behind is this?" Ren looked at all of you.

"Whatever, we'll look for him tonight, don't go too far from the area, if anything, I'll bring some Walkie-talkies with me to make sure everyone is safe." You told everyone as they agreed with you.

"If anything happens, scream, run, get somewhere safe, hide, and don't die." Gabby continued.

"You make it sound easy." Ren chuckled.

As you guys got out of the locker room, you made eye contact with Hopper. He was in his normal everyday clothes, sleeveless jean jacket, white shirt and jeans.

Not everyone had gym clothes, but preferred staying in their normal clothes.

You and Gaby had gym clothes, but only used them on special occasions.

"Since it's Friday, you guys can have an open GYM. Make sure not to destroy it though." Said the coach.

"He's just a lazy ass." Whispered Kaylee.

"Better for us. Get the volleyball, we'll talk about the plans." You ordered Aryanah.

You made arrangements for that night. You would meet at your home, there everyone would get a walkie-talkie, then you would go out with partners on your bikes.

If anything were to happen, you guys would meet at the Grab-N-Go, where you knew you would be safe since Vance Hopper was always there.

"Me and Gabby will stick around the Grab-N-Go in case anything happens." You told everyone.

"Or maybe you just wanna see Hopper." Gabby whispered to you with a smirk.

"Tch, whatever."

And so, you would meet at your house to look for a missing kid.

[sej2020]

Pequena Chapter 4: The First Time You Take A Life

Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x Reader

Warnings: Contains adult language, violence, references to sexual activity

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Chapter 3

You’re not sure how you got there, the warehouse. You’re not sure of anything really, since walking into your apartment late that evening and finding it trashed, and your grandmother dead in the living area, having been shot in her chair. You’re not sure when you even called anyone, police and ambulance lights lit up the entire street, you just weren’t there. You couldn’t even recall crying, couldn’t recall being dragged into a set of arms, and being surrounded by leather and cigar smoke. You just…got lost in your own head. But your grief turned to anger eventually, which is what lead you to killing at just fourteen, you killed the man that killed your grandmother… because you were angry.

After you had answered the police questions, you left in the arms of Nevada who had been called by his mother. You left with what felt like the empty promise of finding out who did it by the police, you were held in Nevada’s arms in both the SUV and on the couch in the warehouse, sobbing in your grief before you finally succumbed to sleep.

Waking up you found yourself surrounded by the same smell of cigar smoke and leather but was new was the weight of a blanket that had been thrown across you. That fact surprised you. As you woke up slowly you could hear the men who were in the room conversing around you, instead of alerting them that you were awake you decided to listen a little before you did.

‘How have you not found them?’ spat Nevada softly so as not to disturb you.

‘They’ve gone underground, jefe, we think the Sedan’s are hiding them’ came Raul’s voice.

‘I don’t care, I want them found and I want them brought to me’ hissed Nevada.

‘Yes Jefe’ said Raul, his statement was followed by a door opening, multiple footsteps then the door closing.

‘What do you think the motive was for turning over the apartment?’ asked Gabby’s voice making you tense up slightly.

‘She’s good, best runner we have, and she’s in under one year undercut the Sedan’s who up until now have been providing the posh putos at their party’s’ said Nevada.

‘You know how much she’s earnt you?’ asked Gabby, you could practically feel the smugness coming off the man you were more or less leant against.

‘Twice as much as anyone’ grunted Nevada, the two men falling silent.

Slowly you decided to ‘wake’ yourself properly and pulled yourself away from your ‘pillow’ opening your eyes, rubbing out the sleep as you sat up.

‘Good pequena you’re awake’ said Nevada fussing with the blanket wrapping it around you properly to guard against the morning chill.

‘How did I get here?’ you croaked your throat dry from crying and sleep.

‘You don’t remember?’ asked Nevada as Gabby got to his feet and made his way over to the coffee pot located behind yours and Nevada’s desks.

‘I don’t remember much’ you admitted burying your nose in the blanket, surprised when it smelled like Nevada.

‘Don’t worry’ said Nevada accepting the coffee Gabby held out to him along with one for you which you accepted with a strained smile.

‘I want to kill him’ you said after almost ten minutes of the three of you sipping coffee.

‘Don’t be stupid pequeno, you’ve never fired a gun let alone killed before’ snorted Nevada as Gabby chuckled into his own coffee.

‘Don’t call me that, and I want to kill him’ you spat only to have Nevada grip your chin firmly.

‘Never speak to me like that nina pequena, I don’t give a shit what’s happened to you, remember your manners’ said Nevada condescendingly.

‘Let me kill him… please’ you said not quite begging.

‘Better…’ said Nevada releasing you and returning back to the corner and his coffee.

‘You really think you could do it Y/N, take someone’s life?’ asked Gabby raising his eyebrow at you.

‘Yes’ you said with steely eyes.

‘Ask again in a couple of days’ times’ Gabby said shaking his head.

‘I can I know you don’t believe me’ you said sounding far to desperate.

‘Stop, for now, you’ll go stay with my Mami, entiendes?’ said Nevada sharply.

‘Yes Nevada’ you said softly bowing your head and drinking up the remainder of your coffee.

 After you finished your coffee Nevada had Gabby take you back to your apartment block then escort you to his mother’s Maria Ramirez, allowing you to pause at the door to your now taped up apartment. With a hand on your shoulder, Gabby gently steered you up the stairs, holding the back of your neck giving it a reassuring squeeze before he left you in the care of Mrs Ramirez.

You stayed with Mrs Ramirez or Maria as she sternly told you to call her, for a couple of days, you sat curled up on the couch, eating when she told you to, showering when she told you to, changing into clothes that were one of Nevada’s sisters when she told you to and sleep when she told you to. It was during this time sat on the couch uninterested with the tv or the gossip the sisters brought home from school, it was this time stuck in your head, that your grief manifested into anger, anger towards the men who had taken your grandmother away from you. Anger over the information they had stolen your grandmother’s ring, her ring that your grandfather had given her all those years ago. Your anger grew until the day you were able to get your revenge.

One-week later Nevada made an appearance in the apartment, after a quick discussion with his mother in the kitchen, he then sat himself on the coffee table in front of you leaning towards you with his elbows resting on his knees.

‘We have them, all five of them, do you want to come with me?’ asked Nevada trying to see if your stance had changed.

‘Yes’ you said emotionless.

‘Killing isn’t a fun thing, it tears you up inside, you do it because it has to be done, because an example has to be made, do you still want to kill him?’ asked Nevada bluntly.

‘I want to look him in the eyes and take his life from him just like he took away my nan’s life’ you spat, the fury raging inside of you.

‘Fine, lets go’ said Nevada pushing to his feet, walking you out of the apartment with a hand to your neck.

Once out of the apartment block you got into the SUV and were driven to a container yard by Gabby. After making you through you finally came to an area where you found the entirety of the Ramirez business stood in a loose semicircle surrounding five men kneeling, with their hands tied behind their backs and their mouths duct tapped together.

Jumping out of the SUV you walked behind Nevada with Gabby next to you, until you reached the group, you knew it would be a spectacle, very Nevada Ramirez. You kept your head bowed, feeling the eyes of the people who worked for Nevada all on you, but you didn’t bring attention to yourself, you let Nevada lead knowing how he liked it.

‘Where were they?’ asked Nevada lighting a cigar and staring down at the men who had their backs to you and Gabby.

‘Safe house, trying to pawn off these’ said Diego referring to the bag at his feet.

‘Come here Y/N, tell me what’s yours’ said Nevada.

You walked over to Diego, crouching down and going through his bag, finding it to be full of things from your apartment.

‘All of it, it’s all my grandmothers, her rings?’ you questioned looking up at Diego, who pulled an envelope out of his pocket handing it to you.

Opening it up you looked inside then turned to Nevada as you folded the envelope up and placed it into your back pocket.

‘Everything there is from my grandmother’s apartment’ you said calmly.

‘What do you want to happen?’ asked Nevada continuing to smoke his cigar, scrutinising you.

‘I don’t care what happens to the others, I just want the one who killed her’ you said, still full of confidence, made by anger you supposed.

‘Here’ said Nevada taking out his own handgun from his waistband.

Taking the gun, you quickly cleared the chamber, proving to Nevada that you had indeed handled a gun before, a smirk appearing on the mans face.

‘Which one?’ you asked turning to look at the five men for the first time.

‘The middle one’ said Raul from somewhere behind you.

‘I don’t want the younger ones to see’ you admitted, the first moment of doubt hitting you.

‘Scram’ barked Nevada eyes still trained on you.

Once the younger ones had all left, you trained the gun on the man’s head for a moment… one moment, until you lowered the gun and shot a bullet into the mans genital area. The man fell to the ground crying out from his gag.

‘Hold him up’ you spat at no one in particular.

Two runners, Dante and Bolton walking forward and holding him up. You walked to the man, grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, tears were streaming down his cheeks, then you turned to Dante.

‘Take off his gag’ you said then turning to watch the man as Dante ripped off the tape.

‘Did you feel like a man? Taking her life? Did it make you feel good about yourself? You’re just a pathetic little boy’ you spat.

‘Bitch’ spat the man, and that was it.

In an instant, you stepped back a couple of paces, aimed the gun at his forehead and shot. The man slumping in the arms of the two boys who held him. You just stood there, gun at your side rattling against your leg, staring at the now lifeless body before you, unceremoniously dropped to the floor. Stepping to your side Nevada took a hold of your wrist, then slid the gun out of your hand, clearing it and placing it back into his waistband.

‘Clear the body, I want no evidence left, the others Gabby will instruct’ snapped Nevada, everyone jumping into action as he picked up the bag and lead you to the SUV.

Reaching the car guiding you to the trunk and opening it Nevada wasn’t surprised when you dove to the other side throwing up. Grabbing a bottle of water from the trunk he held it out to you, when you finished. Taking the water you gulped it down, rinsing your mouth out and spitting it to the side.

‘Here, sit’ said Nevada patting the high risen trunk.

Complying you hopped up on the edge of the trunk and let Nevada almost roughly grab your face, wiping it with his handkerchief he had in his jacket pocket. Clearly you had been crying, tears had streamed down your cheeks as you stood looking at the body.

‘When I killed my father’s killer, I couldn’t sleep, I was younger than you… thirteen, I just laid in my bed staring at the ceiling, because I could see the mans face when I closed my eyes’ said Nevada putting away his handkerchief.

‘Why are you telling me this?’ you asked surprised when Nevada draw out cigarettes instead of his trademark cigar.

‘Because you’ll need someone to call when you do’ said Nevada lighting one cigarette and handing it to you. Taking it you took a drag finding it to have a calming effect on you, almost instantly.

Not saying anything more, Nevada sat next to you, both of you sat shoulder to shoulder smoking as the men cleaned up. Nevada didn’t take you home until everything was cleaned including your pool of vomit. He stayed with you that afternoon, ensuring you ate, showered and changed, and also ensured his sisters didn’t harass you, taking their teasing in his stride.

#nevada ramirez x reader #trouble in the heights #Raul Esparza

[yasmindemcrxx]

self para

mentions: @gabbysantos @turanacar​ @camirez​

the night had gone on perfectly. with acar with her, she was happy. trutly happy. which was something she hadn't felt in a long time. what actual real happiness was. she could only hope that no one ruined that night. but who knew what the evening had in store for them.

the blood curling screams had caught her off guard. what had started off as a good evening had soon turned to complete chaos. yasmin watched as people ran over to where the screams were coming from. this couldn't be real. couldn't they have had one night of fun without anything happening? yet alone in this damn hotel that seemed to be cursed now. taking a deep breath, she looked over at acar for a moment before pushing herself off of the chair she was. making her way out of the ball room, she watched as gabby ran over there.

it wasn't until she gabbys reaction that she knew something bad had happened. body starting to shake slightly, she made her way over to the people who were in front of the bathroom.  please don't be real, please don't be real.  she thought to herself. this had to be a nightmare they were all in. one big nightmare they would all wake up from and it would be over with. still, if it had been one, she herself would have woken up by now. but she hadn't. body still shaking slightly, she looked over the shoulders of all who were there. eyes widening, she slowly stepped back.

she didn't want to believe this. that cami was dead. her friend was dead. someone had killed her while everyone else was having fun. but who? who would have done something like this? those thoughts ran through her mind as slowly stepped back some more. it wasn't until she ran into someone that she came to a stop. turning around, she looked up to see acar. tears started for form in her eyes as she looked at him.  she didn't want the night to turn out like this, yet it had. the night that was supposed to be perfect turned into hell.

it had turned into hell for everyone. feeling his arms wrap around her, all she could do was cry. for the first time in a long time, yasmin cried. she should have been used to this. losing people. after all with all of the friends she had lost in the army. yet seeing the body of her now dead friend? that shook her to the core. "she...she can't be dead. cami can't be gone." she whispered to herself.  walking away from with acar, she didn't want to be near the bathroom. though once again, she came to a stop when the police walked in front of them. taking a deep breath, she stepped away from her date for a moment for the police to question her.  "i just need to ask a few questions." he said.

yasmin nodded her head. just a few then she could go back to being with her date. the only person who knew how to calm her down. “What was your relationship to the victims?” the officer asked.  "cami was my friend. we've been friends for a while now. heidi though, i rarely knew her.”she replied. cami had been one of the few friends she had in town.  one of the few she enjoyed spending time with too.  “What do you do for a living?” what did she do for a living? were they joking right now? why the hell did they even want to know what her job was?

"why the hell do you even want to know what my job is?" she asked. she could feel the anger in her rising. the feelings of sadness and anger mixing. "i'm a meteorologist. but why do you feel the fucking need to know that is beyond me." she spat. her friend was dead, yet they were asking useless questions like that. who the fuck did that? someones job wouldn't help with anything. “Given the time of death, where were you at the time?” hearing the last question, a sigh escaped her lips. "i was with my date. we were sitting at our table when we heard the screams." she replied.

all she wanted was to just get the hell out of there. she couldn't be there anymore. not while knowing her friends body was still there. "tha=" before the officer had any chance to speak, yasmin gave him a death glare. "go fuck yourself. you and the entire police department suck at your damn job." she seethed. if she blamed anyone, it was the police. "while you lazy assholes are on your ass, people are getting killed. so go fuck yourself."  more tears falling down the sides of her cheeks, yasmin walked back over to acar before heading back into dining hall.

#( && self para ) #hidehillplotdrop004

[adamnvamp]

Even if that means I'm dead to you, you're dead to me, well rest in peace - to us

A tragedy I guess, you left a casket full of dust

I'll scatter the ashes in the wasteland of my selfishness

I can feel you forgetting me, well do it.

I'll still love you for getting me through this

I don't care if you're here or if we never speak again, just need to know you're happy in the end

I'll be your ghost, or I'll be your best friend

Just need to know you're happy in the end

Oh god, I hope you're happy in the end.

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