#he just wants to live in the woods and fish but these kids keep getting themselves into situations :

[moodlemcdoodle]

My funny wolf man from a Root RPG campaign i'm in!

#root rpg #root #ttrpg character #ttrpg oc #tabletop oc #tabletop character #do i tag this as furry... i'm not a furry artist technically i just like funny animal characters. I'm furry-lite #furry-lite #lmao #anthro wolf #i'll tag them as that just so wolf enjoyers may see and enjoy them #wolf guy :) #he has a name but its a secret #the dad of the party #he just wants to live in the woods and fish but these kids keep getting themselves into situations :/ #sketchbook #moodle's mcdoodles #oc

[weepingchronicles]

platonic yandere hunter headcanons

tw/cw: yandere behavior, stalking, creepy(?), drugging(tranquilizers), guns mentioned, hunting obviously, cussing, kidnapping

a/n: i guess this is my first yandere oc? I don't know if he'll ever have a name or background but I'll just call him hunter

He acts like a friendly neighbour at first and for right now that's all he is.

To be honest, there is something slightly off about him.

The way you've never seen him without a weapon of some kind draped across his back. Or the way he leers and asks you questions slightly too personal.

"Where are your parents?" "Oh, are you close with them?" "Aw, that's a shame."

Still he was nice, enough. He never crossed a line. If he saw you getting uncomfortable his teasing and questions immediately stopped. So, that must be a green flag?

During winter, you had stopped hiking and going out to the trail you normally would. I guess the time spent away from you made Hunter fall deeper into his obsession with you.

He'd follow you to the grocery store, dentist, whenever you'd leave your house. He'd justify thinking it's just to keep you safe but didn't clarify on what.

During this, he'd learn more about you. Your habits, schedule and personal life.

You didn't have a good home life as far as he can tell. Sometimes he'd hear shouting within your house right before you burst out and slam the door to walk off some steam.

He thought he could treat you better, give you the home he thought you deserve. He had begun to think he knew you better than anyone else did.

Once you're back in the forest again is when he'd slowly force himself into your life.

He'd somehow "bump" into you whenever you're hiking and escort you. Saying "It's too dangerous for a kid like you to be walkin alone out here." You were creeped out to be honest but he was somewhat right.

Although he was actually pleasant to be around, one time he took you to the river and helped you catch a fish. He offered to help you cook it back at his place but you declined.

Other times were more silent but eventful, you'd both sit and enjoy the nature breeze, the birds. Sometimes when you were lucky a deer would run by, blessing you with its innocent presence.

You asked why he hadn't shot it, considering his job is to hunt.

"Because I'm with you, kiddo."

The more time you spent with him, coincidental or not, you slowly began to open up. He somehow knew your likes and dislikes in which you couldn't help but ramble about when brought up, he found it entertaining.

All your baggage too began to untangle. You'd talk about your problems with your family and how you go out into nature to get away from it all. It becomes your only safe space.

Hunter understood easily, he was always attentive when you talked of your parents but you failed to notice the murderous look in his eyes whenever he heard something that ticked him off a little too much.

You began to see Hunter as a father figure. I mean, he'd comfort you when you were sad, took you out fishing. He was more of a father than your biological one.

One day after fishing, he asked you if you wanted to go back to his cabin and cook it. He'd always ask you but always declined, but this time you actually felt safe enough to accept.

Hunter was delighted and drove you to his cabin further into the woods.

It was a lot nicer than you expected, you think it would look like a cabin from a horror movie or something but it was newly furnished or just well kept.

Hunter told you sit down and get comfy while he prepared the fish.

You did so in the living room. He gave you some hot tea but you never actually drank it, being far more interested in his home.

Hunter never talked about himself or family, you thought maybe it was because he was divorced or just secretive about personal things.

But as you roamed around the living room you noticed there were no framed photos at all.

Well, there was one. It was a photo he has taped on his window above the sink with him and you. You had caught your first fish and he wanted to take a photo to celebrate which you begrudgingly complied.

You roamed around more, careful with your footsteps to not make any creaking. You didn't want him to think you're snooping, I mean you are, but not in a bad way!

You came across a room that was slightly ajar enough to peek in. It was his bedroom.

His bed was messily made and on the dresser were empty or half empty beer bottles. Leaning on the wall were a couple shotguns, you didn't know if they were loaded or not. The only innocence misportraying his room were these lilacs in a vase you had collected on a hike with him. They were slightly dying, hunched in posture while a couple petals fell.

You roamed around more, you found the bathroom down the hall and passed the kitchen without Hunter noticing as he was cooking.

You had looked in every room so far besides the basement.

It was sketchy you will admit, but maybe that was your guilty conscience punishing you for snooping around.

You had went down a couple of steps and there was a hall. Most of the rooms down the hall were normal, for extra storage, that kinda thing.

You made your way down to the final door. It had a slide bolt lock and was probably the only door where the paint was peeling.

You figure it was just another storage room or maybe a place to keep his guns..(why would he need that kind of lock anyway?)

You open the room and peek inside, you find a light switch and turn it on. The room is ghostly cold, making you scrunch up your shoulders in chills.

What... the fu-

Your mouth fell slightly agape. The room had posters of your favorite media and characters plastered on the walls. On one side was a dresser and on-top were some of your childhood plushies that mysteriously went missing awhile ago.

"What the fuck is this.."

The most scariest part to you was that in the center was an old mattress covered by a thick blanket and few pillows. Alongside was a long chain connecting to the wall, it was meant for someone.

Your heartbeat sped up, Hunter was not who you thought he was.

You quickly ran out and went upstairs again, standing in the hall where you could hear Hunter humming to himself while cooking.

You froze there for a couple seconds, debating on what to do. You could just make a run for it but you don't know the way back home and it would take forever to get back on foot. Plus, he has guns. The other option was to pretend everything was fine, all good. You didn't know how well you could that, putting a hand to your chest made you feel your frenzied heartbeat. What if he knew something was up and killed you? What if you pretend and stay but he kills you anyway?

Your thoughts began to blur as if you were a deer caught in headlights, you only snapped out of it once you heard Hunter calling your name.

"There you are! What's wrong?"

You felt your lip twitch, control yourself.

"I- I was looking for the bathroom." You felt your throat suddenly dry up, like you've just been in the sahara desert.

Hunter chuckled at this and gestured to the bathroom that was just further down the hall.

His smile faltered when he realized you wouldn't move yet when he reached out to your shoulder, you instinctively backed away.

"Kiddo?" He said, slightly confused and panicked. He looks down to the basement and saw the door was still open.

Realization hit him and he was trying to muster up an explanation, anything.

But you were already running, you didn't have enough time to put on shoes so you were running on only your socks.

You tried to remember the path you came from, you couldn't just run down the road he'd easily drive by and catch you. Everything in the woods looked different as the sun began to set and the sky was cast with an orange hue, it was almost more alive than in the daytime.

You didn't stop to look behind you, only running as fast as your wobbly knees could take you but you could hear your name being called in the distance which somehow urged you to sprint faster.

Fuck, maybe your parents were right in saying to do Track and Field. You were panting, your chest felt itchy and your cheeks burned yet felt cold all at the same time. You knew you couldn't yet stop though.

Finally, once you couldn't hear your name being called is when you stopped by a large stone.

You tried to contain your breaths but they came out in only puffs as you regained control of yourself.

How the fuck were you supposed to get home now!?

In a state of hopelessness you began to softly cry. You came into the woods because it was your safe space but all you want to do right now is be back home on your bed.

Before you went into a full breakdown, you heard the familiar call of your name again.

Hunter.

You gasp and hide behind the large stone, accidently falling in a small river and biting your lip at the freezing water.

You peek out the best you can without revealing your hiding spot.

You see the blurry image of Hunter walking, is he...

Is he holding a gun!?

"Kiddo!? Come here, I'm not going to hurt you. Let's just go back to the cabin and get you warmed up."

'Um, I think I rather freeze to death out here, thanks.'

You knew he was getting closer as the creaks in the twigs and leaves louden.

Feeling you have no choice but to make a run for it, you do. Either he finds you hiding, shoots you or you run and he tries to shoot you.

"(Y/N)! Come back here now!"

Is this guy really trying to get you to come back willingly? Why is he not shooting?

"Come back or I'll shoot!" Oh, there it is.

You don't stop running however, you run in a zig zag motion to make it hard for him to shoot but I guess he never told you how good of a shot he was.

A shot came to your left calf and another at your shoulder, making you crash into the dirt and solid ground in front of you. You thought it would hurt more, a bullet ripping into your flesh like a fucking parasite. But what you felt was stinging.

Yeah, it still fucking hurt but it wasn't a pain you expected from a bullet wound. In that last moment you have consciousness, you turn over peering down at your calf and seeing a dart poke right into it.

A dart?

Hunter rushes by your side, finally catching up to you.

Your instincts urge you to escape but a numbness spreads throughout your body, making your eyelids so very heavy.

He lifts your head in his hands, caressing your hair and brushing away dirt on your face.

"Shh, it's okay now. Just go to sleep, everything will be okay once you wake up."

You tried to move, run, protest, anything! But it felt like someone put a weighted blanket over you, or more like ten blankets.

You began to lose consciousness and your eyesight blackening. You could feel your wrists and ankles getting tied together. You were pulled over what felt like Hunter's shoulders, as if you were a freshly caught deer. Maybe that's how he saw you.

You didn't have much of a say either way as he trudged further into the woods again, carrying you.

a/n: woop yay!! my first original character! feel free to ask any questions bout him, if you have any. I might make a part 2 to this when I feel like it but I have a bunch of other requests to do at the moment. also let's not talk about how it's almost 6 am and I'm writing this

#platonic yandere #yandere #soft yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere original character #oc #original character

[fan-goddess]

His pretty muse {3)

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aegon finds what he thinks is love simply by looking through his camera lens. The only issue is, you don’t know how much he truly admires your beauty and how much he comes to crave you

Warnings: Dark themes mentioned, masterbation, pervy!aegon, talk of male oral, (any I missed let me know)

Story Taglist: @jamespotterismydaddy, @chompchompluke, @flrboyd, @teazlic, @sajida-cameron, @valeskafics,

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Other Chapters: one, two, three,

Other links: My Pretty Muse Masterlist

Aegon doesn’t regret a thing when he wakes up that morning and uses you as a way to rid himself of his morning wood. His hand finds itself sliding under the thin blanket he slept in last night and grips himself tightly. Your name is muttered like a prayer under his breath as his head goes back to those images of you last night.

He knows he could easily just go get his laptop to look at the pictures more clearly, but he’s way to lazy to go and grab it even if it’s only a few steps away. Besides, he’s already moved on from thinking of those photos to thinking of scenarios of you in such scandalous positions it’d make the maiden blush. His favourite by far, and the one that makes him cum, is the thought of you on your knees in-front of him looking up at him through your lashes while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth.

He grabs a random sock on the side of his bed and wipes himself down when he’s finished, before trailing to the shower and blasting himself in some cold water. After he dries himself off he debates on what to wear to take you on a supposed tour of the town, but to be perfectly honest, he knows jack shit apart from a spot that famous for suicides. Though he honestly doubts he’ll be able to weave that fact in without making you run for your perfect fucking family…

He decides on some butt ugly polo shirt he accidentally stole of his brother years ago when he left. It’s slightly tight on him cause of how bigger he’s gotten practically living of fish and chips, but hey, anything for his girl right? He even puts some weird conditioner thing in his hair before ultimately rethinking about how freakishly like his brother he became in that moment. “Like a god damn vampire…” he giggles slightly when he looks at himself in the mirror, before sticking his head under the tap and rinsing it to start all over again.

He’s eventually done though, and walks to the direction of your house with his hands in his trouser pockets and his camera tucked away on his desk, for once by on him. He refuses to scare you away just yet, even though the thought kind of excites him. He even whistles a part of a song he heard walking past a house with an open window. He thinks it’s called pumped up kicks or something like that.

When he gets to your house, he finally gets a chance to look at it in the sunlight. It’s a decent sized bungalow, but the paintwork is fucking ghastly. It’s supposed to be a golden yellow, a colour he knew well in his former life, yet here it’s changed into some sickly jaundice piss stained yellow. If you ever ask if he wants to help with housework, he’s starting with this whether you agree with him or not.

The house he can hear has already come alive with people. Children’s screams and adults shouting echo of the house in waves. He even hears his own ‘name’ shouted. “Sissy your lover boy is here for you!”

It almost brings a sort of smile to his face when he knocks, and the chaos within seems to get ten times louder. He hears you most clearly. Demanding your parents/grandparents to keep the kids away from the town that day so you can’t run into them, with the whining of the kids following swiftly afterwards. You come out a couple minutes later. Your cheeks are red with he assumes is embarrassment yet his head can’t help but think of the possible reasons for having red cheeks.

“Sorry about them. My family’s kinda annoyed I’m not going with them on this stupid walk they planned, yet gave no one else a heads up on about until this morning-“ Usually he finds himself wanting to smack ramblers who can’t get to the point. Yet while you do so he can’t help but find it cute and endearing. He hears you talk but he doesn’t really listen, cause all he can think while you’re doing it is how cute you are. Your hands are moving in time with your voice. When it rises, your hands rise too. It’s an awfully funny thing to witness not that he’s noticed it.

He doesn’t even realise that the two of you are walking though while he pretends to listen to you. Yet your sudden direction of voice brings him out of this little bubble he made just for you. “I thought you said about giving me a tour?” You giggled as you spoke, yet when you raised your eyebrow almost daringly you somehow manage to turn something so perfectly innocent, into something so damn seductive.

“Well sorry princess. Kinda got caught up in your story. I mean, what is a guy supposed to focus on when a beautiful womans talking to him? Not give her attention? Now that’s just cruel of him.” His fuckboy charm doesn’t seem to have any problem coming back to him. Even after a couple years of not using it it seems he still has the swagger. It practically roars in remembrance when you blush at the compliment.

“Wow you’re a real charmer aren’t you PM…” That fucking nickname mixed with the fucking smile you have, it nearly makes him pop a boner there and then.

“Hell yeah I am princess.” It’s a simple response mixed with a simple lazy wink, yet that combo seemed to make you react the most. Your face turns a light pink and your mouth moulds itself into a bashful smile. It’s got to be one of his best works yet he’s got to say.

The walk he hadn’t even realised they were on continues. He halfheartedly talks about the buildings they pass, playing into that tour guide thing he said he’d do but had no intention of actually doing. He makes sure to put in his own personal spin to it though. He makes sure to say stories about the people who live their or frequent there.

“A man named Paul lives there. He’s goes absolutely fucking mental when you step on his grass. Parently he sprayed some little kids with his hose a couple years ago when they played on it. Even gave one a bloody nose cause they fell down getting sprayed or some shit.”

“No!” You gasped. It goes on like that for around an hour. Just him and you messing about discussing gossip about people like the weird women at his mothers boring as fuck book club.

Whilst he’s in the middle of the rumour on one of the fisherman shagging the fish however, you stop, and when he looks back you’ve got a massive grin on your face.

“Something wrong pretty girl?” He asks. It’s strange, as he both does and doesn’t mean the sentimental tone behind it. You don’t respond immediately, only pointing to something behind him with that grin still on your face.

When he turns around, the memory of it hits him like a freight train. It’s an ice cream shop, and he said he’d buy you an ice cream. An internal panic hits him suddenly. What if he has no money on him? Would you think he’s poor for not having any money on him? (Even though he knows he technically is no doubt) or would you pity him and try and play a sympathy card?

While you walk to the entrance, his hands frantically shake and pull at any and all of his pockets, and low and behold the faint sigh of relief when his hand clasps on a lim forgotten twenty pound note hidden away. His footsteps slap against the hard shop as he enters and finds you grinning with rosy cheeks waiting for him.

“You already know what you want princess?” He asks.

“I’m thinking vanilla. It’s basic but a classic.” You ponder. When he looks at the flavours he remembers why he never comes in here. He’s an indecisive little shit.

“Good choice!” The kid behind the counter smiles. It’s obvious the kids not entirely thrilled to be there. The smiles too forced and the eyes look way to dull. Even the way he spoke the generic saying Aegon would bet his boss told him to say, was as if the freaking Terminator voiced him. And the cherry on top, the kids name tag says his names Geoffrey. What kind of sick fuck names there kid Geoffrey in this time? Sociopaths from the fucking thirties, that’s who.

When you turn to him, the kids eyes seem to droop down to look at your tits, and it takes everything in him not to leap over that counter and beat him till he’s unconscious with that stupid ice cream scooper he’s holding.

“Hey kid” The attentions of the tits now, and the kid can no doubt see the anger in his eyes. “I’ll get a vanilla too. In a tub, not a cone though.”

He can already feel the judgment radiating off in waves. Reflecting off the once vibrant now sickly shade of yellow of the ice cream parlour walls. The two of you don’t have to wait long till the kids calling for the two of you, as unsurprisingly enough, no one wants to go in the piss coloured ice cream parlour.

When he walks outside, holding the door open for you like from some stupid romcom movie his sister always raved on, he leads you to an old bench overlooking some trees. It’s like one of those things old married couples do. Sit on an old bench no doubt dedicated to some old person and feed the ducks.

Before the two of you have even sat down, he’s already ditched the pathetic pink plastic spoon the kid gave him. So instead, he uses his preferred method of eating ice cream. Holding the tub to his lips and licking it straight from the tub. He can feel your eyes watching him. Though whether it was from the way he was eating it or the tub itself he has no idea.

“Oh princess your staring” he practically sings. From the corner of his eye he sees your head quickly turn back to your own food and lick it a couple times. It takes everything in him to not groan out loud when he eagerly watched you kitten lick the white liquid that already begun to drip down your hand from the heat.

The silence between him and yourself though he finds is strange nice. Every so rarely often with the move of his arm his elbow brushes against your own arm, and Aegon has to stop himself every time from obsessing in his mind over the small contact.

Eventually the sun gets to his ice cream, leaving the dessert to pool in his cup. So he does what any sane person would do. He tilts it back and drinks it like a shot. He can see your head turn to him while he does this, the slurping sound not silent in anyway whatsoever. When he’s done and wipes whatever remnants stayed on his face he hears a little giggle coming from his left. A little giggle coming from you.

Aegon turns to you with a lazy grin. Mainly to tease you about the giggle, yet his gaze seems to zero in on a small dollop of ice cream that hangs in the corner of your mouth. He can’t even find himself able to look away. The once lazy grin he can feel fade as his hand moves with a mind of its own to wipe away at the white stuff with his thumb. It doesn’t end there, as he next licks at that very same thumb to get rid of the ice cream while making direct eye contact with you.

“Sorry…” He awkwardly smiles. Deep inside, he knows damn well he doesn’t mean the apology. He’d probably do it again if it meant he could touch you over and over. He’s probably even lick the remnants straight of your skin if you asked him to.

“It’s okay” you still someone manage to smile so cutely with a blush that’s taken your face hostage. “Why do you do that? Eat ice cream with a tub?”

Aegons never really had to think about it. Even though no one ever asked. Maybe it was cause he always hung about with the sheep kids in school. The ones who only hung onto your every word cause you had more money than them, and by the seven did he have a lot. “I’ve never had a cone before. Plus It always seems to go soggy whenever ice creams there for too long and all I can think about when I see it is wet cardboard.”

“Okay.” That’s all you say? Okay! Where’s the judgement?! Where’s the calling him a weirdo?! Where’s the normal human response?

“You don’t think it’s weird?” He’s insecurity creeps up on him as his nail gets pushed further into his palm. It’s a bad habit yes, learnt straight from mother dearest, but it distracts him from the humiliation with a nice feeling of pain. So why stop when he’s having fun?

“We all have our preferences, and you just have yours. Who am I to judge?” You say with a shrug as you go back to eating your cone. It’s simple how you said it. It was so simple and short. Yet why does he feel like he’s having a heart attack?

Aegon doesn’t speak for the rest of the ice cream part of the, is it a date? Do you count it as a date? He probably would count it as a date but only if you-

“You okay?” It’s your voice that brings him out of whatever mind melt he just went through. Yet he could never tell you that. If there’s one thing he got beat into him, men don’t show emotion. Or at least that’s what he was taught and shown anyway.

“I’m fine princess.” Again, the fuckboy smile comes out and is rewarded with a blush. His heart goes fast at the sight of it. It beats even fast when there’s more white ice cream on the corner of your lip, slowing dripping down the side of your mouth. If there’s a god out there, he’s currently torturing him.

It’s only worse for him when this time, you feel the ice cream and lick it away with your tongue. The sight of it makes his pants stir.

“What now- oh shit!” The shocked face you make leaves his head spinning. He turns his head a couple times to see if it’s something around the two of you which made you act so… surprised, but there’s no one but him and you, as-well as some old cat that wonders around. You couldn’t be that much of a cat lady right?

“I still don’t really know your name! I’m practically on a date with a complete stranger! Good gods for all I know you’re planning on taking me back to your place and locking me in a basement!” That’s actually sort of close… only he doesn’t have a basement. Should he invest in a basement?

“No one knows my real name princess. That’s kinda the point of why people call me PM.” Aegon attempts to diffuse the sudden tension with another fuck boy smile, but if anything it seems to make it worse…

“So you’re telling me no one in this entire town knows who you really are?”

“Nope.” It’s a simple answer, for a simple question. Yet it makes him think about it all. No one in this town does actually know who he is. The hair should’ve been a dead give away for who he was, yet no one questioned him about it. No one in any conversation he’d ever had in this town ever really asked him questions about him…

“What’s it begin with?” Your voice breaks him out of the tangent, yet when he turns his to look at you he’s forced to look straight into your eyes. Your very pretty, very close to him eyes.

“What?”

“Your name. Your real name. Not some made up alias you came up with but your actual, parent given or whatever adult given name. Tell me what it begins with if your not comfortable to say it fully.”

Aegon sighs in defeat when he sees your determined eyes. Again, your very close to him eyes that make his own want to drift to your lips and see if they taste of the vanilla ice cream. “My father picked my name, mainly cause he was a traditional cunt. It begins with an A.”

“Anthony?”

“Like that Bridgerton dude?”

“You watch Bridgerton?”

“No I remember when I was on the beach and a bunch of girls in skimpy bikinis were talking about the dude. Sounds like a dick for ditching his betrothed for her sister if you asked me.”

“Gonna just ignore that for the bigger issue… Arnold?”

“GET TO THE CHOPPER!”

“Dear gods give me strength… How about Archie?”

“Nope”

“Archibald?”

“Is that what I am to you princess? A fucking duke from the m 1800’s? I’m very harshly offended!”

“Achilles?”

“Are you trying to ask insinuate something princess?”

A frustrated sort of growl rips from your throat, and Aegon can’t help himself from thinking that’s the most hottest thing he’s ever heard. It almost naws at his head the idea that you growl like that in bed. When he takes you from behind, would you growl like that just for him while he’s cumming inside and paining your insides white? He certainly hopes so. He’s not very sorry for the fact he can feel himself getting hard in front of you. As why should he? He’ll be hopefully fucking you soon enough.

“You are so annoying!” You moan with your hands clenched in what he assumes is frustration. It makes him subconsciously smile from amusement.

“That’s the goal princess.” He winks for what feels like the tenth time today. That inner fuck boy really seems to be coming back full swing, though the worst part is he can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing. The good part is, he’s able to flirt with you like a bird flying. Scoring a couple deep blushes he’ll store the image of later. The bad part however, now that part of him is unlocked, the thoughts of that lifestyle are hitting him full force.

The images of you with that ice cream on your lips sending his mind racing. Sounds of you groaning playing again and again as if they’re on some old record player he can’t turn off. The taste of the ice cream is what he’s thinking your lips would taste like if he was to kiss you.

To be honest, the rest of the date not date went like a blur. As if he’d somehow snorted some sort of coke and was in some hallucinagenic high or something. Yeah, he remembers showing you the rest of the shitty buildings and telling you peoples secrets like you and him were on some shitty quiz show (unlike catchphrase if you ever dissed catchphrase he’d probably have to kill you). But honestly, it was as if he was watching it from above. The only way he can think of to describe it is from that marvel movie Dr Strange with the weird ghost thing they do.

The only way he’s brought back to his own body is when he felt the sudden warmth of your body on his. The feeling like his soul was entering his body hitting him harshly and quickly as he realised what was going on. You were hugging him. Your hands were wrapped around him and your head was in his neck.

Aegon can’t deny he didn’t enjoy the feeling of your warmth, but he also can’t deny the uncomfortable feeling of the hug itself. His arms though did not move, only limply and awkwardly stiff at his sides. His chin was brushing against the shell of your ear. Worst of all, he could feel his chest beating like he ran one of those marathon things, it’s almost worst that he doesn’t know if why his heart was beating so fast whether because it was from the sudden affection, or because while you hugged him he realised he could feel the imprint of your breasts.

You look up at him with your chest still in quite close proximity to his own, and your hands placed on his forearms. You seem to ponder something with a raised brow, as your mouth already begins to move.“You’re not a big hug kinda guy are you?”

“No I guess not.” He simply shrugs. His arms still hang limply, while your face is still close. He’s almost tempted to lean forward and close that gap. See if your lips will taste like the vanilla ice cream you were licking not long ago. He can’t deny though that he likes this act even better than going for the taste. A small torture for a large reward. Maybe it’s the masochist in him? Or the sadist that revels in the cat and mouse game your not even aware your playing. Call him insane, it’s not like he’s never heard it before anyway.

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[acepalindrome]

I want an OFMD universe version of the Avengers Tower where everyone is living together. They all retire to a quiet little port town that is initially very unsure of these weird newcomers, especially because they’re very cagey about what they did before they came to town and keep changing their story, but they mostly seem nice and are very generous tippers at every local business! Like, insanely good tippers. One guy bought some fish and paid five times what they’d usually charge, saying something about how he understands how hard fishing is.

Where they get the money to support themselves is also a mystery, because while a couple of them are running businesses, none of them seem to bring in the kind of money they would need to live as comfortably as they are. The bar they opened has some high quality liquor and the inn somehow got silk bedsheets, but they don’t charge locals anything close to what it should cost to have those drinks and stay a night at the inn. Very strange indeed.

Periodically a Chinese ship docks nearby, and they all get together to have a party, particularly with a few members of her crew who seem very close to the new folks who moved in (and who also might be the lovers of the captain of the ship?) The rumor is that the ship is owned by Zheng Yi Sao, and she’s bringing them money from her conquests to fund what they have going on here. But that’s ridiculous. Just a coincidence that they call the captain Zheng. Must be a different Zheng.

The newcomers include:

- a very odd married couple who run the inn and will periodically close down for a few weeks at a time while they go try some new career on a whim. Their inn is filled with nicknacks from their various misadventures.

- a guy who makes fantastic little figures out of wood and calls people things like ‘twatty’ and ‘fucking cocksuckers,’ but it all seems affectionate. The local kids love the toys he makes, but he’s having a terrible influence on their vocabulary. Strange relationship with the guys who run the inn, unsure what the dynamic is there.

- an extremely sweet man who has started a little candy shop and has adopted every single stray dog and a couple goats

- another married couple, these two are artists. One does beautiful sketches and the other whittles. There might be something going on with them, the candy shop owner and the other guy who whittles. They certainly seem to get along well.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #ed teach #izzy hands #fang ofmd #lucius spriggs #black pete

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Love in the Lakehouse

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: He surprises you with a getaway

Warning: Fluff, sly smut

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As you two lay in bed finally ending a tiresome day, Henry breaks the news. "I got a little surprise for you princess. I know you've been very tired with work. So have I, and I decided that we can both have some time off. So I planned us a surprise getaway." he says and chuckles when he sees your face light up. "For real?" you ask excited and he nods and you lean in and kiss him. You have been blessed by Aphrodite to be able to get a boyfriend like him. "But where are we going?" you ask pulling away just a little from him. "It's a surprise baby." he said simply and kissed your head knowing if he doesn't fall asleep now, you will ponder him with more questions.

The next day, you wake up all excited and Henry smiles winding up his work and asks you to pack your stuff soon. But when you asked him for more details, he simply smiled and shook his head. "It's a surprise, (y/n)," he said, with a grin. "I want you to pack your bags, and I'll take care of the rest." You had protested, of course, insisting that you at least needed to know the location so you could pack accordingly. But he had been firm, telling you to trust him and let him take care of everything.

And so, a few hours later you stood in front of your wardrobe confused about what to pack. You hear Henry chuckle as he enters the room and kisses your head. "Move, I'll help you pack, although I'd prefer you without anything." He said and winked at you as he started to take out some sundresses, swimwear, and then you see him dig through your lingeriewear and pick out a whole pile. You raise an eyebrow and look at him, and he just grins at you like a baby. What was he planning? There's always something on his mind.

"Okay, Henry, spill the beans," you said, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Where are we going?" He had simply grinned and kissed you on the nose. "Nope, not telling. Just trust me baby. I promise you're going to love it."

You chuckle and let him pack as he helped you put everything in his car and tucked you in as well.

As the two of you drove down the winding roads towards countryside, you couldn't contain your excitement any longer. You had rolled up the roof of the car and let the cool breeze wash over your face, taking in the fresh scent of pine and wet earth. You feel Henry keep his hand on your thigh as he gently gives it a squeeze. He loved seeing you like this. He could stare at you for hours and you do catch him looking at you. "Are we there yet?" you asked, your voice filled with eagerness as you lean in and kiss his cheek. In that moment he wanted to stop the car and crash his lips to yours. There was something about the sundresses, your hair flowing with the breeze, your eyes bright with excitement that turned him on so much. He took your hand and kissed it instead. "Almost there sunshine. Just a few more minutes." he said as he kept smothering your hand with kisses.

As you drove closer, you saw the outline of a cozy wooden cabin appear in the distance. It was surrounded by towering trees and looked like something out of a postcard. "Oh, Henry, it's beautiful, is this where we're gonna stay?!," you gasped.

He chuckled and pulled you out of the car bridal style and then set you on the ground. "Glad you like it, my love. This was my family's cabin. When I was a kid, I spent every summer here, fishing in the lake, hunting and hiking in the woods." he said and you just looked at the place in pure amazement. He took you inside you were just taken aback with the whole ambience. The warm, earthy scent of wood hits your nose. The interior was cozy and rustic and tasteful, and you can see his family pictures adorning the wall. There was a huge fireplace in the living room and there was also a huge library next to it. Henry's family were all bookwarms and this clearly explained it. "Baby this is beautifull. Thank you so much for bringing me here." you say as you wrapped your arms around him and leaned in to kiss him.

Later, as you two freshen up, he takes you out to tour around the area. You listen intently as he shared stories of his childhood, feeling like you were getting to know a new side of him. "You know, dad loved fishing here. We would all compete to catch the biggest fish and later we would all cook it for mum." he says reminiscing his old family days. "We would also do these swimming and hunting competitions. One time we pranked Charlie and pushed him off of the dock." he said laughing and all you could do was adore this man as you laughed with him.

After a while of exploring around the woods Henry sets up a warm jacuzzi bath for you, filling it with fragrant lavender bubbles. The jacuzzi was outside the cabin, facing the beautiful scenery and all you could do was admire. He gently helps you out of your sundress and you bite your lip as the cold air caresses your skin. He poured you two some rustic red wine as you sink into the water, feeling the tension in your muscles melt away. He soon joined you in as you felt the warm water massage you while you lay with him, your back pressing to his front as he had his arms wrapped around you. You can feel him kiss your shoulder and head and you couldn't have asked for more. This was it. This is what you've dreamed about and now you have it. The peace and serenity in the landscape was laced with his love, making it a pure fairytale.

"You know my love, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met," Henry says, as he gazes into your eyes breaking your train of thought. You feel yourself blushing as you hide your face in his shoulder, "Stop it...." you say shyly. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel this shy. "It's true (y/n)." he said as he gently lifted your chin so you could look him back in the eye. "I love the way your hair falls on your shoulders, and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about. You are the most amazing person I have ever met, and I feel so lucky to have you in my life." You feel your heart swell with emotion, and you lean in to give him a kiss. It is a soft, gentle kiss, filled with love and affection.

After a while, you two get out of the jacuzzi and get dressed. Although Henry throws a huge banter explaining you a million reasons you should just ditch the clothes and stay naked. You chuckle as he pouts when you put on one of his shirts on, but gets over it quickly when you flash him your bare body underneath. You then try to help him cook dinner but he lifts you up and puts you on the couch and hands you a book. "Tut tut tut, you are staying here while I cook. Let the experts handle it." he said as you raise an eyebrow at him and he chuckles. "You know I cook better than you." he says simply shrugging and giving you one last kiss before he jogs back to the kitchen. After a while, he called you out, and you couldn't help but admire Henry's attention to detail. He had set the table with a vase of wildflowers and lit candles, making the cabin feel like a romantic restaurant. "Baby! This is beautifull!" you say excited as you hug him giving him another kiss. "Not as beautiful as you." he says holding you close and pecking your lips. "I love you so much" you say between kisses. "I love you more" he adds and then you both sit for dinner. It was indeed one perfect meal. If it wasn't for his successful acting career, he could have been an excellent chef.

"You know, I will have to leave next week for shoot again. So I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can." he says almost a little sad that he won't be seeing you for a while. You feel your heart drop at the thought of him leaving but you fix yourself, trying to enjoy the moments you have together. "Don't worry. I won't forget you." you joke a little to lighten him up and stroke his hand as you two eat. "I will come visit you. I promise and you won't be gone for long. It'll all be okay. I have you here with me now and I want you to enjoy it. We can worry about you missing me later." You laugh as he laughs too shaking his head. He loved it. He loved how you always made things better. Even if it was for the worse, you always somehow helped him through it easily.

"Babe, let's go for a swim?" He said as you two were taking a walk after dinner beside the lake. "Now?" you ask him almost surprised and sensing the mischief in his voice. He just nodded and literally tore his shirt off of your body, discarding his own clothes too, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. It all happened too fast for you to process and protest. "Henry!" you almost screamed as he laughed and jumped in the lake with you. You felt the cold water as you scream a little again and he pulls down holding you to his chest. "You're a kid. You know that?" you said, trying to sound annoyed but he leans in and kisses your lips. "But you still love me" he said as you two enjoyed swiming for a bit. You felt him pull you in by your waist as you two see the stars in the sky. He gently starts to kiss your neck and shoulders. Fuck. He starts to suck a warm hickey against your cold skin and you moan a little. His hands travel around your body, cupping and massaging your breasts. You had lost yourself completely in him but soon you felt heavy rain pouring out of nowhere. "Fuck!" Henry growled as you can see the disappointment in his voice. You chuckle as you try to kiss him again but you shriek with the chilling air hitting your body. Within no time, your body starts to shiver and Henry picks you up taking you back inside, without wasting a minute.

"Shhh baby. Relax. I'll get the towels." he said giving you a kiss as you stood dripping wet and shivering. He came back quickly with a towel now already secured around his waist, as he leans in and starts to dry you up. You smile a little as he then carries you to the fireplace. "Mm come here honey." he says as he pulls you on the couch and cuddles you. You feel the warmth of his body and that of the fireplace, relax your body. "Thank you so much." You say as you lean in to kiss him softly. Both your naked bodies intertwine together. He gives you a deep passionate kiss, and slowly enters you. You both make love on the couch and you fall asleep holding him. He later carries you to bed gently tucking you in with him.

As the night goes on, the thunderstorm grows louder and more intense. You feel yourself getting anxious and scared, and you can't help but subconsciously cuddle closer to Henry. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning illuminates the room, followed by a loud clap of thunder. You jump, and your heart starts racing. You can feel your palms getting sweaty, and you start to breathe faster.

"Baby, are you okay?" Henry says huskily as he sits up and pulls you in his lap, stroking your hair. "Shhh baby, it's okay. It's just a storm. You're safe here with me." But you can't shake the fear. Another bolt of lightning flashes, and you can't help but whimper in his chest.

"Shh, it's okay," Henry says, as he pulls you into his arms. "I'm here with you. You don't have to be scared." He starts to rock you gently back and forth, humming a soft tune. Slowly, your heart rate starts to slow down, and your breathing becomes more steady. "You're doing great, princess," he whispers. "Just breathe with me." You try to focus on his words and his touch, and you start to feel more at ease. The storm is still raging outside, but you feel like you can handle it now that he's with you.

After a while, he tucks you back into bed, pulling the covers up around you. "Are you feeling better?" he asks, as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. You nod, feeling more relaxed than you have in a while. "Thank you for being here with me," you say, as you reach out to take his hand. "Always, my darling," he says, with a smile. "I'll always be here for you." As you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, you feel grateful to have someone like Henry in your life, someone who will always be there to hold your hand and calm your fears. This man made you happy and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

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A/N: Please send in requests for both smut and fluff for Henry Cavill and Chris Evans. My asks are open!

#domhenrycavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x female ofc #henry cavill smut #henrycavill/you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x short!reader #Henry Cavill x reader #henrycavillxreader #henry #lovinghenrycavill #HenryCavillFluff #henry+cavill+fluff #Henry Cavill Fluff

[klbwriting]

Adventures In Atlantean-Sitting

Chapter 9

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: a nice day out ends badly

Note: this chapter is a little short but I just thought the end worked so I left it

Orm’s idea was great. They went to the large aquarium in Coast City, holding hands as they walked past the exhibits. Orm would stop at every single one, listing off information that he knew about the creatures, and some of them even seemed to know him. He didn’t have the ability to speak to them like Arthur could, but the creatures of the sea still knew one of their own was present. It made the kids there insanely jealous when the fish swam Orm’s way.

“Hey, why are they all following you?” one surly looking child asked. He appeared to be about 10, the same age Orm was when he started getting an attitude with every adult he knew as well. Orm smirked.

“Well, I was their king once,” he said, voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone. YN stood by, smiling a little, watching. The kid was old enough to be skeptical, but still curious.

“Why aren’t you their king now?” he asked, folding his arms. Orm pointed at YN.

“She can’t go to where I live so I decided to stay with her,” he said. The kid looked scandalized.

“You gave up being king of the fish for a girl?” he asked. Orm chuckled.

“Yes, I did, and I think it was worth it, do you want to see them follow you?” he asked. The kid nodded. “Go back to your parents.” He had seen them nearby, watching the interaction, but trying to let their child have some independence. The boy walked towards his parents. At first the fish didn’t move, then Orm looked at them and nodded his head after the kid and they got the idea. They followed him, including the shark in the large tank.

“Mom! I’m king of the sharks!” the kid said. The parents looked shocked but then nodded and walked away. YN walked over and took Orm’s hand again.

“You’re good with kids,” she said. He shrugged some, looking sad. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Just wondering if I really would have given up my throne for you, back before I knew that the surface wasn’t all pollution and corruption and hatred. It’s a nice story to tell but, would it have been real?” he asked.

“Probably not,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean it's not real now. There’s probably another universe where you are still king, where you conquered the surface and we’re all underwater now, but in this world, you just have me.” He looked at her.

“I’d rather be here than in that world,” he said finally before continuing their walk through the aquarium. They were unaware of the person following them.

They got back to the house, walking the path through the woods to watch the sunset from the nearby lake when Orm realized that they weren’t alone. He froze, looking around. YN was confused but could see something was wrong. When Orm said to get behind him she did. A man exited the wooded area nearby, blocking the trail back to the house. YN took out her phone, making sure to take pictures. If this guy was involved with the attacks and framing Orm she wanted a good look at him. In fact…

Before Orm could stop her, YN darted out from behind him, running at the man. She expected the hit, being thrown through the air, so she made sure she grabbed at his face, just barely scraping a finger over his jaw before his arm could swipe her to the side. She groaned, landing on the forest floor, but she had done what she needed. Orm was still frozen, watching to make sure that Leo didn’t go after YN.

“So, the person who was supposed to be tracking you, trying to find you, looks like she found you, looks like she found a lot of you,” Leo said. “How long have you been hiding out here? Does your brother know? Is he involved in this little happy family?” Orm glared.

“That idiot doesn’t know anything,” Orm said. He needed to keep up the front, Arthur was already having trouble with the council, he didn’t need them dethroning Arthur while they were at it. Leo took a step towards Orm, but Orm stayed still, best to let your enemy come to you, make them do the work.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” Leo said. Orm growled. “I defected you know, after my father was accused of treason against you. He wormed his way out of course, but still, I wasn’t interested in bowing before a half-breed king.”

“Yes, defected, and trying to what? Get me put back in prison again? Setting me up?” Orm asked. He knew it wasn’t that simple. They wanted him executed, make sure that the last full blood heir of Atlan was dead.

“No, I’m trying to kill you obviously, you’ll either die fighting my forces or be executed, either way I win,” Leo said. “And don’t think I’m going to kill you now, I’m not stupid. One on one you’ll easily beat me, but you’re not always the smartest in the room, just the biggest, at least until Arthur came along. Muscles on that guy am I right? Anyway, I just came here to get some proof, help my dad’s investigation. I’ll be going now,” Leo said. Orm snarled.

“Like hell you will,” he started. Leo pulled out a small energy gun from a holster at his hip. He pointed it at YN. Orm stopped breathing as he fired, hitting YN in the side.

“I think I will be going, unless you’d rather let her bleed out and chase me instead. O and for you that poison took about twenty minutes to set in, for humans, well I don’t really know. Fragile things though, aren’t they?” he said. Leo then smiled and casually walked away. Orm cursed and ran to YN, picking her up gently and rushing her back to the cabin. He sent word to Atlanna that he needed help.

“YN, wake up, look at me,” Orm begged as he worked on her. He had little knowledge of the poisons found around Atlantis, just enough to stem the flow through the blood, and he had very limited supplies on the surface. Atlanna had left a couple things when she had helped him, so he used them now. YN didn’t wake up, but he could see the creeping blue poison slowing her blood, the color standing out against the skin of her stomach. He paced, watching those veins, making sure they didn’t pump too fast, as he waited for his mother.

#orm marius #king orm #ormmarius #orm marius x reader #king orm x reader #kingorm #ormmariusxreader #kingormxreader #ormseries5

[queer-ragnelle]

So who among the Arthurian characters is into cottagecore? Morgan has to be right?

hi!

you know what i'm gonna have to disagree. i don't think morgan's affiliation to magic and nickname "le fay" are enough, especially bc she prides herself on a lofty status that elevates her above the humble rural living that cottagecore romanticizes. i mean here she is in the vulgate proclaiming herself a king's daughter (isn't she the daughter of duke gorlois?) while she prepares to kill her husband and get away with it.

queen shit. here are some characters i think would be into cottagecore.

arthur: when thomas berger wrote him as loving his simple life in wales with his family and sleeping out with the dogs and genuinely relishing his modest upbringing with his foster brother? i felt that.

blanchefleur: she definitely named herself "white flower" after her own garden's award winning blossoms at the county fair. she bottles it for perfume too, if you're interested. perceval always keeps a little vial around his neck so he can smell it and think of her while on quest or when he gets lost on his way to take out the trash. thanks wifey.

brangaine and palamedes: whether or not she can actually achieve this lifestyle whilst in the service of isolde, she definitely dreams of fleeing to the countryside with palamedes. it also makes his commute shorter (cottage is on the edge of the enchanted woods in which the questing beast roams).

culhwch and olwen: after the nightmarish tasks they underwent just to get married they absolutely retired far away from court life where those shenanigans wouldn't reach their children.

dindrane: she's the quintessential nun, one who didn't learn necromancy. she enjoys all the typical stuff expected in a remote hermitage; gardening, baking, making wine, going on an adventure bilbo style complete with chaotic means and tragic ends, bird watching.

fisher king and elaine: since the queen passed away they just want more father and daughter bonding time out on the boat to fish. they catch dinner in their little pond and take it home to cook and go to sleep happy. they do the same thing again the next day without any obligations besides living. nothing bad happens.

green knight and wife: pretty sure they invented cottagecore or at least introduced the concept into the realm. they have their own line of cottagecore starter kits with little seeds to grow personalized mini gardens for a country oasis even in the discomfort of your monarch-sanctioned barracks. so what if the plants they sell are annuals and you have to buy a new one every year. aren't you committed to the aesthetic?

isolde and tristan: did they or did they not smash in that grotto like their lives depended on it? i rest my case.

merlin: have you read mary stewart's merlin trilogy? my guy wanted the quiet life so bad it made him look stupid. he died as he lived, in the middle of fucking nowhere. say what we will he committed to the bit to the very end.

tor: he is literally a cowboy farmer kid turned knight. actually forget the whole list he's the only one.

thanks for the ask!

#arthurian legend #arthuriana #arthurian legends #arturian mythology #cottagecore #morgan le fay #king arthur #blanchfleur #brangaine #sir palamedes #sir palomides #culhwch and olwen #dindrane #the fisher king #elaine of corbenic #the green knight #lady bertilak #queen isolde #isolde #sir tristan #merlin #sir tor #ask #gawrkin

[clay-pidgeon]

post title pending. my weird swap au

this is the post im making for scratchswap, my au where i switch the post-scratch kids with the post-scratch trolls sharing their aspect (dirk-nepeta, roxy-equius, jake-eridan, and jane-feferi) and then the pre scratch dudes get swapped accordingly. yes this bc of the Parallels between feferi and jane and then i got a whole Thing out of it. im working on classpects/ages. characters under the cut

pre-scratch trolls

note for the record i did not think much about these guys

johune peixes: i have done 0 thinking on johune so sorry. theyre swapped w meenah and everyones really confused about how that funny little guy was a huge scary empress in every other universe

rozela zahhak: the sorcerer wooooo! pretty similar to canon rose shes just really fucking strong. good friends w aranea

dayves leijon: im still not 100% sure how to go about this one tbh but he does like romance in some form. also i got in in my head hes skittish. no idea where that came from. capitalizes b (glasses) and maybe something else?

jaidli ampora: oh i actually thought about this one a little! fashion is sorta fifties inspired like cronus but shes not a greaser thats his schtick. you dont steal a mans shtick. is there a c in that word or not

post scratch trolls

jaynce peixes: feels like i should work on that name huh. anyways jaynce does Not want to be the heiress (for reasons both transgender and not) at all and is in a little bit of denial about this. i lied actually a lot of denial. may or may not be moirails w jayque havent decided. replaces e and o with -E and -O forks and spoons!

roxxie zahhak: a little more into robots n shit than coding but still does that. bit of a jack of all trades! thinks deyirks lusus (its. kity) is the most special boy in the whole wide world. probably moirails w deyirk now that i think abt it but maybe not. im on the fence abt a lot of stuff here. uses some kind of prefix, emoticons have X for eyes, replaces x sounds with x, y (as a vowel) with ie, and s w z

deyirk leijon: WORLDS MOST NORMAL MAN (lying) lives in a cave in the middle of the woods not for catgirl reasons but because this guy is going insane in solitude works best when isolated. also uses some kind of prefix for a quirk. roxxie drops off robot parts at his house every few weeks and they make a day of it theyre Pals

jayque ampora: he helps feed gloybsub or whatever her name is and hes so normal about the deaths on his conscience. really hes so normal guys cmon. normal

pre scratch kids

mimi egbert: token cis friend sorry meenah. or not idc. more mellow because dad egbert is just a normal guy and isnt raising her to be the literal queen of the world. still meenah tho

hans lalonde: i am unsure about the name but i think its fine. the ultimate horse girl (therian). keeps maplehoof in the foyer. if he had to interact with his dad for more than 20 seconds they would both implode from the sheer awkwardness. the house is big as shit they just gesture to each other when they see each other and thats fine for both of them

manu strider: wears heart shades everywhere as a sort of joke. he doesnt actually know. caps lock is broken and refuses to fix it + uses kaomoji a lot. fujoshi to transmasc pipeline haha who said that

crow harley: im stilling working on which animal to furrify cronus with. watches a bunch of old movies and picked up those speaking habits. other shit pending

post scratch kids

fifi crocker: she wants to be crockercorps new ceo sosososo bad she would make up for all of their horrible crimes against humanity by uh. shes working on it ok?

neta strider: the she/her to she/they to they/them to he/they to he/him to he/they to she/he/they to The Creature pipeline. percentage of their diet that is fish he caught w her own bare hands has been steadily increasing. is trying to buff up on history but keeps on going down wikipedia rabbit holes and rereading the nyan cat article for the thousandth time. would still do the detective pony rewrite but would get sidetracked by the lolcat metaphor for way longer

eqis lalonde: do you know how hard it is to smush equius down to four letters? i just made this name up man. anyways i dunno what to do with her but shes a girl of the horse variety

dani english: diversity win this sickly victorian orphan child is genderfluid! fucking terrified of the lusi on the island. fancies herself sort of a romantic poet

the entirety of this was brainstormed while i was bored in class for the record. still brainstorming so im gonna edit this when more shit arises

#dove chirps #my stuff #homestuck #homestuck au #scratchswap #🦐 #feel free to like. suggest stuff idk

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Part 1: Five Years

Part 2: One Chance

TW: violence against women, torture, and sexual threats hold true throughout the entire story.

...Five years since he had been afraid. Five years since his pursuers had been put in jail. Five years since he returned to her. Five years since his life began.

Four years since their wedding at the courthouse. Jessy and Dan were there along with his sisters. It had been a beautiful day, they honeymooned at the beach and spent the week with their toes in the sand and a fruity drink in their hand. That is when they left the room.

Three years since they had established a life for themselves, signing the papers for a house in the woods of northern California, far away from where they had once been, far away from their old lives that were plagued with fear and spent hiding in the shadows.

Two years since they decided that they needed a dog. Two years since MC convinced him that they needed two and they needed to adopt them from a shelter. Two years since Milo and Lily entered their world and they began to feel love in a new way.

One year since they decided that they wanted kids to round out their home. One year since MC stopped birth control. One year since the sweet talk turned to discussions of baby names and nursery colors.

Six months since she told him that he was going to be a father. Six months since they cried tears of joy and held each other all night. Six months since Jessy started planning a baby shower. Six months since he bought tickets for their babymoon.

Four months since they heard the heartbeat and the dream became real. Four months since he started reading to MC's belly, hoping the baby would get used to his voice. Four months until he felt the need to protect their baby. Four months since her realized what a daunting task that would be.

Three months since they found out that it would be a girl. Six months since he imagined daddy-daughter dates and planned secret fishing trips. Six months since he bought her a ballerina outfit and her first teddy bear.

Two months since he watched MC sleep, his hand on her belly and he felt the baby kick. Two months since he started dreaming of her first steps and all of her other firsts.

One month since he swore that he was the luckiest man on Earth. Lucky to have his freedom, this life, her. Lucky that he was going to be a dad. Lucky that they had put away his pursuers and could have their forever together.

One day since the phone rang and threatened all of the plans that he had made, that they had made. One day since the fear returned, one day since he realized that he had to run. One day since he realized that he may never meet his child, that she may never know him or his deep love for her. One day he realized that he would gladly sacrifice himself for their safety.

It was the FBI warning him that his pursuer, George Lathemoore, had escaped from jail and was out for revenge. They couldn't promise the kind of protection that he would need. This was unacceptable. Nothing could happen to them.

He watched her sleep. She was peaceful and happy with no idea what tomorrow would look like. She was still the most beautiful creature that he had ever laid eyes on. There would never, had never, would never be another woman as incredible as her. There would never be another that could speak to his heart and certainly, never another with whom he could fulfill all of his dreams.

She healed his broken heart. She was all that he wanted or needed. She was his world.

He was going to break her heart as well as his own.

He had to leave to keep them safe. He had to get as far away from them as possible, so they could never get near her or the baby. He vowed to keep them safe at all costs. His life was worth nothing without theirs and his death, if it was required, would be worth it if it ensured their safety.

She was all there was, and their baby who he adored already, would do just fine with a mother like MC. He needed them to be fine. He would do whatever it took to make them fine and safe.

So, with tears in his eyes, he leaned down and kissed her belly, whispering a few words to the baby. He ran his hands through her hair and brushed soft kisses on her cheek promising her that she would be the last thing he thought about before his eyes closed and that he would return to her as soon as possible. Telling her that his body already ached at the loss of her.

Ten minutes until he had to leave his life. He tried to soak up this moment so he could remember the way she looked with rosy cheeks and in the glow of pregnancy. He wanted to remember the way she smelled of orange blossoms and sable. He hoped that he would remember the smoothness of her skin and the way her voice deepened when they spoke of the things of the heart.

One minute in which he paused and said a silent prayer that she would forgive him and that someday she would be back in his arms.

Then he turned, grabbed his bag, loaded with only a change of clothes, his computer, a burner phone, an ultrasound photo of the baby and their wedding photo, and a couple hundred dollars in cash, and snuck out the door in the middle of the night, without a note or a message for the love of his life.

Now, he shuffled through the streets, trying to catch their attention, hoping that they would follow him and move far away from her. Tears were burning his eyes and there was a strange stinging sensation in his heart, but he was doing what he must. He had to be able to live with that. He would deal with the consequences later.

If only he had known that it wasn't through him that they had planned on exacting their revenge. What better way was there to hurt a man than to destroy the love of his life? What better way to bring Jake to his knees than to threaten and torture his love?

So, as Jake snuck out of the apartment, too overcome by his own misery and panic to survey the surroundings, George slithered into MC's house, calmed the dogs with treats, and climbed in bed next to her, waiting for her eyes to open and panic to set in.

#duskwood jake #duskwood everbyte #duskwood #duskwood mc x jake #mc #jake x mc #iamjake #duskwood mc #duskwood fanfiction #jake duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #everbyte game #duskwood game

[hulhudhonado]

"I Think You And I Should Partner Up"

Part 1 | Part 2

Note: I have been reading a lot of Pantalone fanfiction and most mention him giving gifts, pampering you or they are those very dark ones where he is not so kind to you. I wanted to read one where he sees you as an equal since most just gives of sugar baby or very obvious power dynamic vibes. Like we barely have any information about him. Lets make as much shit up before hoyoverse finally reveals more about him. This is also going to be very long. I might also make more parts since I have a slow burn idea for this. Enjoy.

CW: Fighting, blood, mentions of a character's death, Cursing.

HC: Reader is gender neutral and has a reactivated vision (Hydro). Reader is also very unlucky, pessimistic and full of rage.

Characters: Pantalone

Rampage

You wondered whether the archons decided to curse you from the day you were born. Born in the coldest day that Snezhnaya had to face, the village leader had told your parents that while your sister would bring them joy you were going to be the one for their downfall. You scoffed when you were old enough to understand what they were saying. You weren't the reason that Snezhnaya had not escaped the cold winters for decades. It was the Tsarista's who had done it. But of course no one would say her name in vain and you too had to keep quiet if you wanted to keep your head.

While your sister grew up amongst the praising adults, you hanged out amongst the rest of the kids just like you. Hungry and cold, fishing or hunting in the woods. "I'm going to be a fatui solider when I grow up. I heard they get to hold cool weapons. That would definitely help me hunt better " Said one of them. "I want to work under the Tsarista. Maybe I will get a vision if I get her blessings. " Said another.

" I just want to get a lot of Mora when I grow up." You look up towards the voice. A young boy spoke softly, his hair was long and ragged but you knew it kept him warm. His glasses were crooked with broken lenses and he also had ragged clothes just like you and the rest of the kids who sat near the campfire which was slowly dwindling.

You scoffed at them all. " I just want to get the hell out of this damn place." You mumbled. That was the final conversation you had with them. Quiet whispers of dreams for a future that barely had any fruition. However things always go in unexpected ways.

When you made your way back to the your house that night, you were bombarded with hugs. You froze, shocked by the sudden action, something that you had barely experienced. Especially from your parents. You looked at their faces which were full of joy. "Your sister got a vision! We are saved!"

The rest of it was a blur. You and your family making their secret escape from Snezhnaya that same night. You didn't get to say good bye to the kids at the campsite. Not that you cared, you were finally leaving the country that the archon has abandoned years ago. You were going to have a future.

---

Years had passed, yet you were still living in the same conditions as when you did back when you were at Snezhnaya. Your parents had put their whole heart, time and money onto your sister who they praised you became a star in Fontaine with the Hydro vision that was bestowed upon her. How pitiful it was to find out that she had no talent for it.

She couldn't hold a weapon, nor read a spell. A vision in the hands of someone who couldn't even use it properly. You had to hold back your bitter laugh whenever your parents would mumble that she would one day become a famous adventurer. 'Delusional people' You thought bitterly.

You joined the adventure guild alongside her. Even if you didn't hold a vision you could fight, a spear was enough to hold monsters back. Even if you weren't the most prevalent fighter, joining the guild made you realize your love for research. You began to write articles after articles for the Fontaine newsletter hoping for a moment of stability if one of the articles was received well.

However as usual, things almost never go your way and you genuinely still wondered if the archons just liked to mess with you. You held out your newest article to the editorial manger. You could feel yourself sweating bullets. You watched in disbelief as he sighed, setting the papers back down into your hands. "I still don't think you have the grasp of this yet. "

"But you barely read it " you mumbled.

"It's not just about the content, it needs to be interesting. Eye-catching. Fontaine is a place of innovation. We want something new and exciting. Not something factual. " He answered. "Maybe you should aim to be a Sumeru researcher instead. However if you want to try again," He handed you a magazine.

It was flashy, full of various texts.

'What the stars says about your future!'

'The new hit series "A Legend Of Sword" is now available in Fontaine!'

'The latest hit inventions of Fontaine near you!"

"This is what the people want to read" You looked at him in disbelief as he gave a weak smile before heading away. You stared at the magazine again. Looking back at the first title boldly printed on the cover. You open the magazine and pull up the page, slowly skimming to your birthday.

" Your days of tragedy are almost over! Big changes are going to happen soon! Don't turn down any new offers which you are going to come across! Good luck!"

You could feel yourself grip the magazine tightly, the cover crumpling under your hands. Even the magazine was somehow making fun of you at this point. You huffed annoyed, chucking the magazine and the envelope in your hand into the trash before making your way back home defeated yet again.

As you tried to figure out how to make ends meet for the month, you slowly walked towards your house, to see members of the adventurer guild near by. Your mother sobbing into her hands while your father looked worse than ever. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, making your way towards them.

---

Your sister had died. Ironically she died by drowning during a mission. You tried not to laugh. You were not happy but how could you not laugh when your life felt like a joke at this point. Was the stars mocking you? Was this the so called big change that was happening in your life? How fucking incredible. The rage that had been building up inside you was close to spilling out.

It didn't help while through sobs your mom kept wailing 'Why did it have to be her. Why couldn't it have been you?' while your father would not look you in the eyes. You wished you had died instead too, at least you wouldn't have to live with people like this anymore.

You held onto the now blank vision. It used to shine a bright blue and was safely placed as a clip in your sisters hair. How funny it was that now the blank vision was laid on your hand. You gripped it tightly before shoving it in your back pocket.

The wails from your mother would not stop, you couldn't hold it at this point. You began to get up and make your way outside. "They were right, your birth was going to be the downfall for us." You could hear your mothers shout one final time before you closed the door behind them as loud as you can. You sigh, looking at the sky, stars barely visible.

"Fuck you stars."

---

Days had passed. Ends were barely being met and you knew your parents were in no shape to work anymore. You began to work odd jobs. Any jobs that the adventure guild could provide at this point. You gave up writing, you didn't have the time for that anymore.

"Thank you for doing this delivery in such short notice." A customer told you, handing the fees for the delivery to you. You smiled at them. "Don't mention it."

You couldn't even remember how many times have you said that at this point. All the easiest and quick paying jobs involved last minute deliveries. You counted the Mora in the bag that they handed you. It was barely enough for a day. You sighed, dropping it back into your bag before making your way back to the Adventure's guild quest board to hunt for another job.

You scanned the board, seeing not many interesting ones that you could handle. Just as you were almost ready to give up for the day, your eyes locked onto a flyer for another delivery. It was a delivery for a carriage to Snezhnaya. You looked at it in awe when you saw the reward amount. Almost half a million mora! What a steal! The delivery was almost estimated to take only a week! You immediately took the flyer, heading towards Katherine to find more details. You were not going to let it slide.

You were informed that the earliest it could start was the next day. Excitedly you went back home to pack. The amount would be enough for you not to worry for at least a couple of months. Paying back any missed house payments or food bills would be a breeze. You thought maybe your luck was finally turning.

You stepped inside your house, excitedly calling out to your parents. They had not been in work for a while since your sister had passed away. However now you could tell them there was no worries for now. At least you thought you could. You were greeted with an empty house. You looked around, almost everything was left how it was.

You went inside, stopping at the kitchen to see a note had been left at the table. Picking it up, you began to read.

"We're sorry. You're an adult now so take care of yourself. "

All that was written in the note. You immediately felt your blood run cold. You rushed to your room, pulling out a dirtied box from under your bed. It held all your funds. The amount you had been saving up for the last couple of months to be able to pay back all the pending payments you and your parents had accumulated. However opening the box, all you could see was it was empty.

They had taken the money and ran. You don't know where, and now they have left you alone with all their debts to you. You knew the next time you ever come across them, you were going to make sure they end up just like your sister.

---

You sold the house and any other possessions that was in the house to try pay off the debts left. Luckily for you it was enough. 'Enough to start over' you thought. You decided the best solution would be to become a wandering adventurer instead.

You packed your things and began to make your way to the designated sight for the start of the delivery journey. The merchants were very nice. They told you stories of all the place that they had gone to. You kept a mental note on where those places were since you planned on going there after this commission.

The journey itself was pretty tame. The weather was relatively calm and only a few slimes and hilichurls bothered to attack. You smiled to yourself satisfied.

You were only supposed to take them to the boarder. So you were not worried, at least you were not worried until you realized who was waiting near the boarder. Fatui soldiers. They looked big and intimidating. Their delusions showed clearly that they had some sort of elemental power with them. You could feel your heart begin to quicken. Something was not right.

"Are you sure this is all that was ordered? " One of the fatui soldiers grumbled. The merchant hesitantly laughed. " I am certain. I can show you the records if you want confirmation." You watched in horror as the fatui soldier glared at him, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him of the ground. "Don't mock us. The Regrator is not someone who will order such a measly amount."

The soldier dropped the merchant to the ground. You immediately ran to him to see if he was alright. The merchant gave you a weak smile before trying to get up, only to be kicked back down. You were shocked, being a fatui agent must have gone to their head.

"Hey!" You yelled back, holding your spear tightly now. "He said he would show the records. Why are you being a dick about it?" The fatui soldier scoffed at you while the rest around him laughed. You could feel your rage pile up again. You pointed the spear at him. The fatui soldier raised an eyebrow at you. "Are you picking a fight?" He questioned. You sneered at him. "Why you asking? Scared to lose?"

You wondered if you shouldn't have said anything because the fatui soldier began to pick up his weapon. All you remembered was yelling at the merchants to run before rushing towards the soldier, successfully plunging the spear to his side. You felt a smile rise on your lips hearing him groan, only to be interrupted by a smack from the side, pushing you away. You could feel it sting but you pretended it barely did anything.

"Wow, two against one? I'm not even a vision user."

---

You don't know what you expected. You were not a vision user. They had delusions. They could use elemental energy to attack and all you had was your spear. You could hear their jeers and laughter while you tried to get yourself back up with the help of your spear which also looked as if it was in it's last legs. You could feel blood dripping down from your head. Scars from your body also bled non stop. You could feel yourself feeling faint.

'It isn't fair.' You thought. You had not felt comfort from the moment you had been born. Why had this been happening to you? So much for big changes and not turning down offers. All you had left in you was rage. Fuck your parents. Fuck your dead sister. Fuck the stars. Fuck the Tsaritsa and the rest of the archons in Teyvat You hoped they all dropped dead and become forgotten.

The fatui soldier kicked you one last time to the ground. You could feel blood almost instantly pool on the ground. How miserable it was that this was how you died. You felt your eyes close when suddenly you felt a slight warmth in your pockets. A sudden rush of energy filled you. You eyes immediately shot up and you could feel yourself stand up again.

The fatui soldiers looked at you in awe, watching you stand up as if you were not beaten to certain death just a minute ago. Your hand reached into your pocket, pulling out your sister's blank vision. However this time it no longer was blank. You watched it shine a bright blue color yet again. You gripped the vision, wickedly smiling at the fatui soldiers who began to hold up their weapons again.

"I'm going to fucking kill you all."

---

The sun was slowly setting in the horizon and Pantalone could feel the Snezhnaya air become colder along with it. He gripped his coat tighter, breathing out a huff of air to see the whisp of white smoke form due to the freezing temperatures. Pantalone sighed. Snezhnaya had not changed one bit. It remained cold and desolate even with all of the people around it. He could only pray that it will change after the Tsaritsa's vision becomes successfully granted.

Pantalone began to make his way out of his office, only to be stopped by a fatui agent who seemed to be in quite distress. Pantalone sighed yet again, working alongside the rest of the harbringers was tiring enough, he didn't want to deal with another problem today.

"Uh, Sir-"

"Make it quick."

The fatui agent yelped in fear. Pantalone folded his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Well?"

"S-someone is having a rampage near the gates! Almost half of the guards have been knocked down! We kept bringing back up but they kept going! What should we do, Sir?" The fatui agent cried out, still trembling. Pantalone just stared in confusion.

"What does that have to do with me?" He asked, still confused about what was going on.

"They came here alongside some merchants. It was a package for you Sir!"

Pantalone thought about what he could have ordered to bring a crazy person along with it. "What was in the package?" "Wine, Sir!"

It began to click in his head. "Ah, the wine I had ordered from Mondsadt. " It was just some wine he had ordered for himself. It wasn't a big order so he just couldn't understand why such a huge problem occurred because of it. "What should we do sir?" The agent asked once again, still shaking in fear.

Pantalone looked at the agent before sighing once again. "Lead the way."

---

Pantalone looked in awe at the scene. Cicin mages, fatui agents and even the skirmishers laid on the snow covered floor groaning in pain. Blood trailed amongst them but they looked well enough to survive. Wails and sounds of clashing could be heard near by. The fatui agent that brought him here stood behind him, unable to move forward at this point

Curiously, Pantalone made his way towards the sound. He walked past and over the bodies on the ground in a quicken paced. Something exciting was happening for once and he was going to be able to witness it.

You don't remember how long you had been fighting at this point. However the stars were now visible and the scent of blood was prominent at this point. You could feel your vision begin to blur but you didn't care. Years of rage had lead up to this point and you finally could let it all out.

You heard footsteps and immediately turned your head towards where it was coming from. You picked up your spear and pointed at the person who popped out from the side. For the first time you faced an actual face instead of a fatui mask. A familiar face in fact.

His hair was long but it no longer stayed ragged. A pair of vintage glasses accompanied his face but they were no longer crooked or had broken lenses. Instead of the rags you remembered, he wore an outfit probably worth more than anything you had owned at this point. All you could stare before blurting out " I know you."

Pantalone could have said the same to you. You were still that feisty kid he remembered back when he was young. Always angry and ready to pick a fight. He could see the flames in your eyes and the way you gripped the spear ready to strike at him. You looked just the same to him as you did before. " You haven't changed at all it seems."

You scoffed. "You certainly did. What was your name again?" Pantalone sighed in relief. He gave you a sly smile and you could feel yourself go back into fight mode instantly. " The people here call me The Regrator." You glared at him while he raised his hands, pretending to be innocent " But i prefer Pantalone now. It's a nice surprise to see you again after all these years."

"I can't say the same to you. I did not have the most inviting welcome when I got here." You barked back at him. Pantalone looked down at the ground at the unconscious fatui soldiers. "My bad." He smiled. "Let me invite you in and give you a proper welcome."

---

Snezhnaya had changed. You couldn't tell whether the air was colder or whether the amount of fatui agents were just too abundant, but it felt more unwelcome than the last time you had been here. You could feel it in your skin. There was no love here.

Pantalone had invited you back to his abode, a building big enough to hold the entirety of your village back in the day. One room in his house was same size as the house you lived in back in Fontaine. You could only stare in awe, your head turning and looking at all the decorations and the beautiful architecture of the place. Snezhnaya was empty but the structures had never been this stunning.

Pantalone sat across you, staring at you while your eyes wandered around the room. You had not changed at all. He wondered what had happened ever since you had left Snezhnaya. It was your wish to get out of here, so why were you back sitting across him? He had so many questions to ask, however at this point he didn't know where to start. He called in a maid, who began to pour in tea and set an entry of food in front of you both.

"I would have offered some wine but it seemed my package was delayed. " He smiled at you while you turned to look and glare at him. "Maybe if your underlings learnt how to keep their hands to themselves and not touch the merchants then maybe your wine would have come on time." You retort back, Pantalone just looked back at you in excitement. Something was sparking in his eyes, he could feel something fun was going to happen if you stayed.

He continued to stare watching you gawk at the food. You reached for the little sandwiches with one hand and for the cup of tea with the other. You ate as if this was your last meal, who knew when you would get such good food again. "Were you always that good at fighting?" Pantalone asked. He watched as you stiffened, almost spilling the cup of tea but you kept your grip steady.

You coughed, the sandwich feeling a bit stuck in your throat by the sudden question. "My fighting has been the same as always. I was just able to last a lot longer." You finally looked at Pantalone directly, he was leaning towards to face you. His head in his hands watching you earnestly. You could feel a blush rise to your cheeks realizing he was watching you stuff your cheeks as if you were never fed in your entire life.

'Exciting.' He thought. Snezhnaya was cold and empty. Other than the Tsaritsa's vision slowly coming to fruition not much was happening around these desolate fields of snow and ice. Every day felt like a chore and Pantalone wanted something exciting.

"What if I offered you a job?" You squinted at him, as he continued to give you the same off smile since the very beginning. " I do not want to work under the Tsarista. Besides, what do I have to offer?" Pantalone straightened up, frowning at your refusal. "You just took down half of my agents. Why would I not offer one to you. Besides," he picked up his cup of tea to take a sip " You won't be working under the Tsarista's. You will be working for me."

You stared dumbfounded as he sipped his tea. Everything was going too fast. Your sister had passed away only a couple of months ago. Your parents have ran away with all your money only a day ago. You were almost beaten to death by a group of Fatui and now their boss who turned out to be someone you knew back in the day is offering a job to you.

You remembered the magazine, the stars. They promised big things. All of these were big and now you wondered, is this the offer I shouldn't turn down. You looked at the room you sat in. The ceiling was high, a chandelier in the middle. Everything in this room was worth more than anything you had earned your entire life. The man who owned this room was now offering you a job.

You still wanted to say fuck the stars but only an idiot would turn is offer down. "What will I have to do?" Pantalone looked at you, his smile feeling genuine for once. "You'll be my right hand. Basically a body guard, keep me company." You stared at him and back at the room, to the food on the table and the teacup in your hand. "I'm in."

He set the teacup down, extending his hand towards you. You set yours down and followed suit. Shaking his hand you heard him say. "I can't wait to start working with you, partner."

#pantalone x reader #fatui x reader #pantalone genshin #genshin x reader #slow burn #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader

[thekimspoblog]

FotD 1:

@joshgoodman: Thinking of some ideas currently; I've had this one circling my head. Somehow kim and Jim find themselves camping out like the kettlemans did (without the stolen money) to avoid being found by (insert threat here). Iris and fille are around 8 and 6 respectively

Me: That'd be cute! Fighting with trying to set up the tent, Kim would probably do most of it; Jimmy's threatening to slip a disk. Fille keeps asking what the hell we're actually doing out here. Iris tells her not to ask stupid questions.

"Iris, don't call your sister stupid"

"I'm not! I said her question was! There's a difference!"

Did they bring any food?

Me: In my timeline, one of the main tragic things is how this life weighs on Kim's sanity. She never really got over the trauma of the cartel following her back in '04, that's when the sheepdog dreams started; that's when she started believing in God, simply because she felt like someone or something was watching her and plotting against her at all times. Especially after Jimmy dies, paranoia really starts to consume her. She becomes a powerful mob boss nearing the end of her life, but no amount of security measures bring her peace of mind. Once Jimmy's out of the picture, things start to get a little Howard Hughes.

But yeah, even while he's around, he is sometimes worried she's getting neurotic, but it's not like he can't empathize; he never stopped looking over his shoulder either. Out here in the woods, every rustle in the grass could be a mountain lion or worse.

Him: They brought enough food for a week, but then they'd have to catch and cook their own. Which Jimmy might have an issue with. I think a mountain lion would be the least of their worries, it can be scared away; a cartel member with a gun/intent to hurt kim/her family isn't as easily scared away.

Me: Why do you think Jimmy would have a problem? Just not very good at hunting/fishing?

Kim considered taking a gun, but they both decided it would create more problems than it would solve. Even if Fille or Iris don't play with it, firing off a wild shot into the bushes could be a really bad idea; they're hiding from the law on fraud/extortion/other non violent charges. If she accidentally shot a cop who was coming to arrest them, now they're both back to looking at life. Not losing custody is always the top priority.

Even killing a "Made" man/woman would just incite retaliation. If the mafia kills them, best to just pray they'll spare the kids. Starting a shoot out would just be loud and dangerous.

I guess if they really believed the kids were in danger, they would have to give them up and leave them with someone, but thankfully it's never come to that.

Him: Based off of Jimmy's character, I'd think he'd have a terrible time hunting and fishing, yea. Also, he might have an issue with killing the animal he's able to retrieve.

I think kim would settle for a bow? Not sure if she has an archery background; iris would LOVE that. Fille could care less. But who would they leave them with, is the question? Mike is dead, so is dawson. The church is questionable

Me: I don't think Jimmy would have a problem killing an animal. He might be squeamish, but he was never a pacifist or vegetarian.

Highly doubt they would have thought to bring archery supplies. If they run out of food, they should just head back into town.

And when all else fails, they always have the option to call a social worker themselves. They REALLY don't want to do that, they've been trying to keep the kids safe off the grid. But nothing is worth endangering their lives. Even Fille would be unhappy in that arrangement.

Pretty sure "My parents only abandoned me because they're traveling con artists. But they promised they were coming back once the mob boss is dead" is foster home for "please beat me up for telling such outrageous lies".

Iris would look out for Fille, but who's looking out for poor Iris?  In the eyes of any conformist parent or teacher, Iris would be labeled a troubled child with behavioral issues. Even if their foster parents accepted their queerness, and that's a big if, nobody's going to listen to their indoctrination about the reasons shoplifting is a public good. Probably end up getting put on Ritalin or some shit.

Still, as long as Iris knew where they came from, why they feel this way all the time,they could at least try to fit in. In the timeline where Iris was born in 2005 and Kim gave them up out of guilt for what happened to Howard, Iris's life was terrible; just grew up confused and angry. Tarzan might not know what a human is, but he would still know he wasn't an ape. Kim saw these futures; even aborting them would be less cruel than leaving them to be raised by someone else. Iris needed their parents; they were the only ones who understood, the only ones who could shape this overgrown hedge of wild energy into a countercultural topiary. No matter what other childhood trauma they absorbed, the worst thing you could ever do is leave them without direction or purpose.

Him: Squeamish, that's the word I was looking for. But if it comes to survival, what wouldn't he do for his family?

Him: I wonder if the social worker would be an option? Kim wouldn't want to put the kids through that, they would find the best option one way or another.

Ah yes, Ritalin. Or as I like to call it, the zombie drug. That shit doesn't work and fuck any doctor who puts kids on it

Me: No matter what happens, at least Iris and Fille have eachother. It's not that Fille can't feel that Wexler-McGill blood in their veins; Fille is different from Iris by choice, not nature. But as the youngest in the family, as the last one always in pool when it comes to mischief, she can see how recklessness never leads to anything good.

Fille is better at pretending to be a "good kid" but she'd still feel deeply alone without her big sibling.

If she was left alone, Fille would probably be a troublemaker too. She's only such a square and a goody-goody because that's the only way she could have rebelled in a family of rebels.

Him: Ah, so fille chooses to be a goody two shoes because that's not what people expect when they see that family.

I don't think they would be apart for long, even separated by the foster care system if it came to that. Those two would always find a way back to each other

Me: Main problem is Jimmy and Kim don't want to admit failure a first time, because CPS is going to be breathing down their neck from then onward. For some reason, as long as the kids are biologically yours, most bizarre parenting choices are accepted as long as the government hasn't already labeled you a bad mother.

When Love Quinn was brought back by Dolores, the thing she wanted most was to see Henry again. But Dante and Lansing are good dads, and showing up in Henry's life now would just upset and confuse him. Admitting that she deserved to lose custody of her son was the hardest thing she's had to do, but it's for the best to just move on, try to be better moving forward.

Him: Do Love and Henry ever reunite? Or are those days behind them?

Me: Probably when Henry is older.

Iris probably would ask for archery lessons after reading the Hunger Games. Iris was always outdoorsy, but this probably is just a phase.

Him: What kind of phase would fille go through, if you had to guess?

Me: Well both siblings do have an interest in music. Iris learned to play the guitar from Jimmy; Fille would probably go ahead and find herself a piano teacher.

Him: I feel like iris would also take an interest in drums, maybe?

Me: Sounds about right.

I mean Jimmy and Kim want to encourage their hobbies. This is what the money is for.

Him: Iris would take an interest in archery, drums, and guitar while fille does piano, and maybe...swimming?

Me: Yes Fille loves the ocean. Probably cus of that goldfish soul.

Him: Ooh! Kayaking!

Me: I think Iris would be more into motor boats

Him: Boats are fun. Maybe they could take a vacation to the great lakes/some type of beach.

FotD 2:

Me: I guess yesterday I was also thinking about them making a big score, and then taking the kids shopping for new clothes. The kids complain, but it's still fun dressing them up like little dolls.

Him: I didn't think iris would go for that? Maybe fille

Me: Well Iris has always loved dress up, but plain clothes shopping is always a little boring for kids.

Me: Kim saying "Try this one on. It's a little bit big but you'll grow into it... hmm no; that's actually too big, you'll be tripping and face planting all over"

Me: But yes, those two love shopping for the family. I mean Jimmy and Kim have been eachothers gay best friend stereotypes since all the way back to law school, but the last time they actually spent a substantial amount of money like this was a few years ago at Babies-R-Us. Since leaving the church, it's mostly been consignment shops. Nothing fancy that wasn't secondhand.

Which is why they want to get each of the four of them a new outfit that will last for next few years

Him: I don't think jim + kim would contribute to chains if they didn't have to. Always choosing places like goodwill over walmart

Me: Nah they'd still go somewhere nice. Kim's love for shiny things outweighs her communist sympathies.

She wants to pretend she's not materialistic, but low-maintenance bitches don't drink thousand dollar tequila or wear real gold.

I mean Goodwill is fine and all, but this is Prada man! She's only human!

Honestly Kim's hypocrisy with how she identifies with class I think is a really interesting facet of her personality.

This is why wealth redistribution campaigns always fail: first of all, in order to adequately navigate the upper class, the revolutionary already typically needs a middle class education or better. And second, even if an army does manage to steal from the rich, the leader finds it hard to actually give those winnings to the poor instead of just pocketing it. Kim hates rich people... except for herself; that person is a lucid and benevolent matriarch who DESERVES to be managing the money!

#FotD #mcwexler parenthood au #slippin kimmy

[evieismol]

Gt Big Bend - Chapter 26 - Revelations

Cw: cursing, violence, death (non graphic)

Word count: 1440

Previous chapter

Dave

I heard Angie inhale sharply, but I kept my gaze fixed on the ground in front of me. I had never spoken about what had happened before - hell, I’d spent the better part of the last decade trying to forget about it. It was too late to go back now, though. I could practically feel Angie’s eyes boring into me as she waited for me to continue.

“I - my grandpa used to live in this cabin, in the middle of nowhere,” I started, trying to force myself to keep my voice steady. “When I was a kid, I’d go there in the summers sometimes. He’d take me hiking, and fishing, and camping, just the two of us. It was what made me want to become a ranger, actually. At least until what happened when I was 12. My grandpa had started letting me explore the woods around his property more and more as I’d gotten older, and on this particular day I wandered further than I’d been before, real deep into the mountains in this section of woods that had been ravaged by wildfires a few years prior. I spent the first part of the morning looking around the burnt remains of the woods, enthralled by the almost otherworldly appearance they had. I didn’t find anything too interesting at first. Some trash, plenty of charred wood. At one point, I saw a campsite off in the distance. I purposefully went in the opposite direction from it, not wanting to run into anyone else. It was around lunch time that it seemed like my exploration was finally paying off. I found this cave near a cliff face, and curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to see how deep it went. Stupid, I know, but that decision ended up saving my life.”

11 years ago

My flashlight only lit up a thin strip of rock in front of me, darkness otherwise consuming the narrow passageway. I glanced back over my shoulder. I shouldn’t go too far - I had no idea how long this cave went on for, or what types of animals might have decided to call it home. Still, standing at the entrance, on my own, I felt like one of those explorers from various adventure movies I’d seen. It wouldn’t hurt to go a little further in, I decided. After all , I was almost 13, which was practically an adult - at least im my mind - and practically an adult meant I was old enough to do so, and old enough to handle whatever trouble I might find in there. My sense of bravado didn’t last long, though, for moments later, everything around me shook.

My first thought was that it was an earthquake. Those weren’t common at my grandpa’s cabin, but my parents lived in California, so I had some experience with them. The shaking outside wasn’t like the earthquakes I’d experienced before, though. My first thought was that I should get out of the cave. In case it collapsed. Before I could do so, though, a figure appeared from behind the hills across from the cave. It looked almost human in shape, but there was one major problem with that. The figure towered over the burnt remains of the trees, easily reaching over a hundred feet high. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I’d heard about giants existing on Earth, but I’d been told the ‘smaller’ ones were the only ones I’d likely ever meet.

The figure in front of me was not one of the smaller ones.

Which means they’re an aphirial.

I felt my blood run cold at that realization. The figure drew closer, now fully visible from behind the hill. It was a man, a strikingly human looming man with pale skin and equally pale hair. He hadn’t seen me yet, namely because his attention seemed focused on something else.

Someone else, I realized moments later. There was a smaller figure across the burnt expanse as well. I almost didn’t notice them in comparison to the giant. The giant, however, had definitely noticed them. They had obviously noticed the giant as well. They were attempting to run away, an attempt that was quickly cut short as the giant caught up with them in ease, blocking their path with one foot. They were yelling something. I couldn’t make out what it was from my distance. I could, however, make out the giant’s voice. It boomed clearly across the expanse between us.

“Now what do we have here?”

I found myself frozen in place. My heart was beating so loudly I half expected both the human and the giant to notice me. Fortunately - or unfortunately for the human - the giant’s attention was focused solely on them. I watched in horror as the giant crouched down, picking the human up by one arm. The human struggled futiely against their grip. The giant raised them up so they were level with his comparatively huge face. They were still yelling, though I suspected it was more panicked screams than actual words at this point.

“So, I take it you’re the one that little campsite belongs to?”

If the human replied, I couldn’t make it out.

“You know, I’ve never seen a human up close before. You’re smaller than I imagined,” the giant said, looking unconcerned at the human’s panic. I felt like my own almost matched theirs. I desperately wanted to turn and run, but I found myself rooted to the stone floor of the cave as I watched the scene unfold.

I didn’t think it was possible for my level of horror to increase anymore. That assumption was proven wrong as I watched the human continue, jerking upwards in the giant’s grip. The sudden movement apparently caught the giant off guard. Things seemed to happen in slow motion after that. The human’s arm slipped from between the giants fingers. I watched as their small form plummeted to the ground. The giant crouched down, still looking unpertubed. When he picked the human up again, they were limp.

“Shame,” I heard him murmur. I wasn’t sure why that was what broke me from my trance, but I found myself able to move again. I scrambled towards the back of the cave, not stopping until I felt cold rock against my back. Then I started to sob. I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there, but when I finally found the courage to make my way to the front of the cave again, it was dark out. I hurried home after that, half expecting the giant to appear from the shadows and scoop me up at any minute.

That didn’t happen, though. Instead, I arrived home to find my grandfather organizing a search for me, having grown worried when I didn’t return by nightfall. He asked where I’d been. I found myself unable to tell him, unable to recount what I’d seen. I wasn’t sure anyone would believe me anyways - aphirials weren’t supposed to be on this planet, after all. So I just said I’d gotten turned around, and it had taken me a while to find my way back home. The story that I’d gotten lost accounted well enough for the fright still shimmering in my eyes, and my grandfather accepted the explanation. I was banned from exploring the woods for the rest of the summer, something I hardly minded at that point. I waited for weeks after that to hear something about a disappearance, the guilt of my silence growing. Fear of what moght happen if I did say something kept me quiet, though. Fear of being disbelieved, fear of being called crazy. Or, even worse, Fear of having to face that what I saw really happened. I never did hear anything. Eventually the summer came to an end, and I went back to California. Still, I couldn't forget what I’d seen. No matter how much I tried to.

Present day

I finished my story, realizing that tears were freely running down my cheeks.

“Fuck,” Angie said. “That’s-“

“Yeah. I-I’ve never told anyone that before,” I said quietly.

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” she said softly. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like. Seeing that, keeping that to yourself for this long.”

“I wish I hadn’t sometimes,” I said quietly.

We were both quiet. After several moments, Angie broke the silence.

“You don’t have to answer this, but…why on earth did you agree to work with Easton after that?”

I’d asked myself that same question thousands of times, and I had yet to find an actual answer. “I don’t know,” I said. “Face your fears, I guess?”

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #gt writing

[memories-beneath-the-skin]

Its not a monster

*trigger warning, violence and suicide *

It's not a monster

It's not my demons

For so long I have had the time to really look inside and know what is in me.

This will be a brutally raw and vulnerable write, with some very tough subject matter. Not my usual writing that get hearts, maybe want to swipe on past.

It's me. Always has been me, used to think me at 29 but it's the me that either died or was born when I was 5. It's me, it walks a different path, but as I look at me... It's me.

At 5 I was swimming In lake, as my dad was wading and fishing, my brother 3, was playing on shore. My dad said keep behind a certain point in the water, I listened. As I did I side shifted to a very mushy place, my foot slipped and I fell into a 3 foot drop, where boat motors Rev to get on up a trailer. My feet slipped and I dropped, the water icy cold, the seaweed tangling in my legs. I didn't hold a breath at first as I didn't expect and I ended up taking a large inhale of water in my surprise. The bubbles drifted to the top and I felt my lungs breathing water, or more so going through the motions as I found no air. I struggled and the lake got dark, I was slipping off to what felt like a heavy sleep. My dad grabbed me, smacked my back as I was laid over his shoulders violently vomiting water.

That was the first time I realized I wasn't mortal.

At 12 was in upstate NY, visiting grand parents, lived on a farm near a lot of Amish. Every year they would help on my grandparents farm, so my grandmother baked things and gave out eggs every week. I was with a kid older than me, wanted to do some target practice with a 22, some short rounds, he also brought a double barrel 12 gauge which I thought had bird shot. We went out, he placed guns out of the way, but he did not follow safety rules, had two deer slug rounds chambered. He ran back to house had guns leaning on tree. I was behind tree a good ways back, just waiting. Their coon hound came out, tracked his scent, got excited at his smell on the guns and mucked about knocking them over onto a stump, it scared the dog and it stepped on the dual hammers, somehow discharging a shot. All I heard was a thunderous blast and I was knocked to the ground. Dog had spun it towards me, I couldn't hear or see but blinding pain. Felt like sweat running down my back but was blood, I'd be dead if it was the slug. The round blew apart a tree behind me sending a chunk of wood the size of an orange, glancing across the back of my head/neck. I still to this day have a small spot where I have nerve damage and it's numb when I touch.

15 We were traveling through middle lower Canada, I unbuckled grabbed an apple from back of station wagon. Just has buckled back up, I see a ladder coming at the windshield, dad yelled swerved to shoulder, car bit soft shoulder and then chunks of blasted bedrock, car flipped on roof, slide 150 feet, windshield and roof closing in, being shredded. Without thought I unhooked, dropped to roof, kicked my door open, pulled my brother out, he was screaming, I had broken his collar bone with my arm, mine was fractured. I pulled open dads door, blood all over front windows, my mom was covered in blood, face pressed against caved windshield . I watched emergency crews extract her, I watched my dad have a heart attack, my brother writhing in pain. I stayed up 3 days no sleep, making sure my mom was woken up every so many minutes to not let her slip into a concussionary sleep, I couldn't place that solely on my dad and his broken heart.

16 working at the diner, started at 14 washing dishes as my barber knew the owner, by 15 I was prep cook, by 16 I ran window, kitchen and staff at night after school and weekends. One night closing troubled dude Chad came in fucked up. Drunk and on drugs, he found a 2 foot long bread knife and was just trying to chop bread we had just made earlier that day, crushing it. He kept saying not sharp enough... Not sharp. He kept sharpening it as I scrubbed the grills clean, he was taking heads of lettuce and chopping the fuck out of them, and sharpening this fucking knife, I couldn't leave, every time I'd try he would grip my shirt and not let me pass, I thought about running and jumping through the cramped food pass through window for the servers to grab plates , but feared failing. I have always been a very big dude. Only one server was in restaurant, she was vacuuming and I also feared he would hurt her. The offspring came on the radio, You Gotta Keep 'Em Separated.... And I heard the 4th worse thing that has ever made my blood run cold and heart stop. I hear Chad say quietly.. Gotta separate your head.. I bet it's sharp.. Then louder he says hey dude come here.

Only way out of the kitchen was past him, he was in doorway, to the right in hall was freedom /front door, the left a pantry room with walk in fridge, no exit. I turned from grill to knife rack behind me, may as well try.. I saw it empty, he had taken them all, now I knew this was partially planned ahead at some point. I approached the exit, he lifted knife up and as he blocked door, caught the blade on the wooden header. I lept at him, drove into him like a linebacker, I was definitely stronger and bigger, he went into the mug storage rack in hall, and fell onto floor, sitting in broken glass and still clutching the knife he was blocking the right, I ran to storage room, he got in behind me, split second decision I grabbed a can of pumpkin filling off shelf, he swung knife, I jumped back, he caught the tip of it in my left palm, in the meat of my thumb. He raised knife again and I hurdled the can at his face, it struck his throat, dropped knife and fell to knees gasping for air, I kicked his stomach like I was punting a football and he fell on his face. I slammed steel door closed and dragged a 300 pound potato peeler and steel table to block door. By then server was shrieking as she heard the glass mugs fall and shatter, she called the police as I pressed my body against table, blood running down to floor off table from my hand, as he was stabbing door with knife, telling me that... It's just a head. I walked away with a nice little permanent scar on my palm.

*not done yet.. All 2 of you still reading.. Now is your chance to stretch, get a refreshment, or back out of post, warning next segments are very vulnerable for me to share and hard to read*

29...May

I was in carpool, early on a Wednesday, and radio said section of freeway shutdown by emergency crews as report of pedestrian accident. Was about 5 am. I made it to work, got to about 830 and HR needed to see me, I went up front, my HR leader was looking upset and waiting, her eyes sad and wet. I said Holy shit you are firing me? She said no... But to come to office. In office two police officers stood up, called me by name, I asked... Holy shit, your arresting me? No.. Sit down. They asked if I had a car.. No. They said, we need to take you to your parents house. I'm demanded to know that's going on, again its you will learn once you get there, I told them to fuck off, grabbed phone, called parents house. All my dad would say was come home. I demanded to know what happened to mom, he said she's fine, come home.

Fast forward to riding with two cops making small talk as I was fighting off panic attack.

Got to my parents they were outside, took me into back yard and told me my brother and his wife were dead. My legs gave out, I couldn't hear anything but my screams of disbelief as the world started spinning and I'm clutching the grass trying not to black out. I thought car accident.. Had to be.. They told me he killed her and then himself. That was the pedestrian accident that morning, him jumping to his death off the bridge onto a major interstate freeway (number 1 worse thing I've ever heard.) my mind further dove into panic... 4 month old baby... They said was left safe in crib.

I went into protection mode, had to get my parents taken care of, mentally and physically they were shells of hurting pain and I was all they had. I loaded up their van with clothes and crap they needed, drove them to my rides share point, retrieved my car, got them home to my house. By then it was state wide news, every channels top story for local news, pictures of him and her, the standard trope of coworkers /neighbors stating.. What a surprise, seemed so quiet. I contacted my local police in case they figured out my connection and address.

Went back down with my dad, 81 missed calls on his answering machine, all news outlets, I made two leave that drove up driveway, one lingered in street... I go down did the... Our family is saddened by the senseless violence that's occurred, our sympathy and prayers go out to both families and all affected... After that they wanted more I told them to fuck off.

No answers why just outcome.

Got my dad back up to my house, dug in for 5 days, many tense I moments, fights, painful energy, got called in Sunday to a police interrogation room they had just spoken to the victims family.

They asked if I wanted details, I did, but I told them I dreamt it all... That I already knew. Detective asked what I thought, I told him she was sleeping, he stood over her a long while and then attacked her. Detective asked how I knew, I told him I drempt it multiple times.

*graphic ahead, warning *. Detective said at some point went out to shed, retrieved hatchet, had hatchet in spare bedroom, cover was found there, no idea how much time passed, went to bedroom, struck her in head repeatedly as she slept. She got up, ran down hall to escape he struck her as she fled based on forensic details in hall....made it to kitchen he grabbed large kitchen chopping knife, and sparing details stabbed her in a very excessive, repetitive manor and fled in her car. Neighbors heard screams but did not know where, she crawled halfway out front door, into deck and couldn't go further, she layed whispering for help.

He drove around an hour, tried to cut his own throat failed, called 911 from his cell and stated that no one would understand why he did it, but had to, the baby was fine, but had to. I've only read the transcript, haven't had the courage to listen to his last words. He jumped with cell in hand, and was just an open feed of traffic noise. Police came to bridge, identified address, found her, she had a faint pulse, but passed during life saving measures.

.......

So much to unpack from the point of all this...

I have a nephew that will soon be a legal man, that I didn't fight custody for that went to the surviving brother on her side, my parents were only allowed supervised visitation when they allowed, we were invited to 2 birthdays and I Christmas and that stopped I was not allowed any. When I tried I was told that my brother took away his mom, so he won't get to know me. My patents wanted to sue for visitation, I did not, enough pain has been done. I will reach out to this man once he desires to know my side. Pains my heart he never got to know his grandfather as my dad passed a few years ago.

It hurts because I'm not a violent person, I don't have it in me. I sacrafice my time and body to protect animals and others. But the blood that runs through me, that we shared, has repercussions in life that I don't blame anyone for thinking either. People often look at my large stature like I'm just prone to be a threat. I don't blame them, I can only imagine the justified reasons they think that about me.

No one won in the event, I have spent years learning medical training, suicide identification and prevention training, and de-escalation techniques that I can apply to situations as I see them.

I can't remember his last words, guilt washes through me as I tear myself apart... Could I have fucking seen it before it happened, and stopped it?? I'd have a brother to grow old with, to care for aging family with, to do normal things and my reality turned upside down.

I've lived for 16 years empty, hurting, I can't remember out last conversation, only his final action, trauma killed that for me. I have spent years trying to remember, tried meditating, drugs... I simply can't remember that will always hurt.

I could not find a murder support group, but did a suicide support group, I never felt like I fit they had family that left them and wounded them and I dare whine about missing him.

Survivors guilt /guilt by association runs rampant in me. I know I'm not him, I know we are just related but when their family treated me with no mercy, when you see a coworker you dare think you can confide in change look at you different and pull away, it causes a man to hold that in.

I've been to 10 years of counseling, taken 5 different anti depressants, 3 different anti anxiety meds, tried church and prayer, and involved myself into other things.

I didn't trust strangers before this, I've always been that antisocial loner, I was picked on and beaten at school because my dad supported the basics, garage sales and thrift stores for clothes. School clothing was store brand, shoes off brand, I used to hate my dad as I share his name, and it's unique and rhymed with a popular mascot back in the 90s, the whole class would chant a taunting Matra at me.

I don't trust anyone, no one the comes to me first. Even when I go to them i have so much trouble, I have such deep ingrained fear of abandonment that it makes me awkward , sociality awkward.

I've been asked why I write so dark at times, it's no different than love, or sex... I write from past, from mood, emotions and situations stored inside me, sometimes I write as situations unfold, but I've lived a life of emotions, easy to use that energy, people confuse it as me being depressed and sad... No, but I have been before.

I tend to be too loyal to those I connect, I take up too much attention, too clingy.

At 34 I had a bad luck situation, I was at a nature preserve, suddenly a dodge charger police car tears through the grass, I knew they were coming for me as I was the only one there, I leaned on a pole, watched a sheriff get out, gun drawn and pointed on center mass, and screaming something. I had my hands in my hoodie, hood up and that moment I felt like my life wasn't worth continuing, I thought about death by cop. Just start running and screaming at him, pray he unloaded not wounded. The last moment my mind slowed, my mom for years has asked... Do you feel safe. I had promised her I would never take my life. So I complied, deescalating the situation, found out man with gun sighted in area, dressed similar as me.

I lived in a deep shell, no emotions. No care no joy, no laughter, no.. Nothing.

Wasn't until maybe 7 years ago I told doctor I wasn't scared of anything, I could sit in a road, watch a semi come at me and my b heart rate wouldn't even climb, I didn't care.

My sleep was non existent for years. I would stay up as late as I could till exhausted and I found success with not dreaming, didn't always work. My dreams at times has flayed me alive. Thats when I started to write on tumblr, it helped my sleep.

Something needed to change and past trauma and the event that broke my back created two things... I crave emotions, not fake staged, bland, real displays, at times even hatred to me felt better than a pretend, numb act of emotions.

To protect myself.. The me I spoke of earlier... It's had it's use for me, within seconds comes up, can act logical, emotionless. When my heart on my sleeve is too freely , I feel too much, or I feel like I don't deserve I bring me up. That other me.

If I'm threatened I go calm, logical, even I feel like I have had too much energy stimulus, I let me ride in the captains chair.

I withdraw. From all. From family, friends, neighbors, strangers, tumblr peeps. I get cold when threatened with ultimatums, as me and me agree we don't deserve what we have.

Haven't for so long. The more who care, are the more who can hurt me, the more I have around me.. The more who will leave. The ones that leave hurt me deeply, even though it's the me that pushes, and causes the departure.

I'm afraid of being alone, yet to protect I push, find fault, a reason to be... Alone.

I am aware it's fucked up.

Hurts to open my soul and have someone leave, go silent, my favorite post lately that I wrote, that meant large meaning that got a few hits was... 'silence is a murder weapon'

I want to stress I'm not the victim, I'm not playing that card, the dead are the victims, my parents are the victims, the lives changed are the victims.

I am not needing condolences, or sorries.

I am what I am today and can only be that.

It's not a monster or demons, but occasionally a different me..

I carry scars and rough edges, intense emotions and trust issues, plaqued my anxiety attacks and insomnia.

I just needed to write this out to the universe.

#original writing #writers on tumblr #vulnerability #vulnerable #raw thoughts #spilled words #spilled writing #spilled ink #writeblr #writing #writerscommunity #Pain #Trust #Hurt #Care #Truth #Laying it out

[deancasbigbang]

Title: will the circle be unbroken

Author: LoversAntiquities

Artist: Ephemera

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel

Length: 21000

Warnings: None

Tags: Post-15x19, Camping, Confessions, Resurrections, Dean & Cas Take Naps

Posting Date: October 7, 2022

Summary: After spending two years researching a spell to rip Castiel from the Empty, Dean finally finds a way--only, Castiel won't stay awake for more than minutes at a time, a consequence of his Grace attempting to readjust. Desperate to get Castiel out of bed, Dean comes up with a plan. Deep in the Appalachians is a cabin, and he intends to take Castiel there, just to rest.  Rest, as it turns out, isn't so hard to find.

Excerpt: Dean's heart beats a staggered rhythm in his chest, threatening to burst through the skin. Part of him wants to lean over and sneak a kiss into Castiel’s temple, or lower to his cheek. Worst or possibly best of all, is that Castiel would let him. He closes his fingers around Castiel’s in compromise, holding on tight. “You wanna go camping?” “Camping?” Castiel looks up, his brow pinched. There he is. “You hate camping.” “God, you sound like Sam.” Dean laughs and rubs his eyes. “Look, it’ll be fun. You, me, the wilderness.” And bears, bugs, and Bigfoot, his mind supplies. “When me and Sam were kids, whenever we were in the area, we’d hike up to this cabin dad owned. It’s not much, but we… It was fun when we were kids, ‘cause it meant we weren’t hunting, we were just… kids. We’d go down to the lake and fish after dad passed out, and for a while, nothing else mattered.” A breath. “I want you to see it.” “It sounds nice,” Castiel says, quiet. “I could fly us, if—” “No, no.” Tighter, Dean squeezes his hand. “We’re doing this the old-fashioned way. I’ve got a couple backpacks, and we can stock up on food on the way. You’re gonna need some new shoes, though.” He nods towards Castiel’s loafers in the corner, avoiding the coat hanging on the back of the door. Freshly dry cleaned, but Dean still can’t get the bloodstains out of his head. “Maybe some shorts.” “Hiking in the middle of summer seems ill advised,” Castiel mumbles, mouth full. Shrugging, Dean turns back to his meal, conscious of their hands still joined between them. Castiel turns his hand over after a moment, allowing their palms to touch, their fingers dovetailed. He swears he can feel Castiel’s pulse racing. “Ain’t gonna be the best week of our lives, but it’ll be… nice.” He blinks, fighting back the heat in his eyes. “Never really get to spend quality time together.” Castiel cocks a brow. “Do movie nights not count?” “No, they definitely do,” Dean chuckles. “But I mean just us, the woods…” And the bears. “Hey, we can figure out how to put up my old tent.” The look Castiel gives him, Dean wishes he could remember for the rest of his days. Or, print it and keep it in his wallet, whichever comes first. “You’re planning to sleep in a tent?” “Uh, yeah.” Dean smiles—and smiles harder, fighting back the sudden realization of we’re gonna share a tent. We’re gonna sleep in the same tent. Oh no.

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[beachbabey]

hiiii i had a stable boy!Rhett thought and needed to share

okay so. 1800s stable boy Rhett working for the Tillersons, since his dad couldn’t work anymore Rhett took over. when Rhett was a kid he used to play w the youngest daughter of the Tillersons (who the brothers were always protective of) but as they got older they began to fall for each other and Rhett falls hard. But her dad sends her away to a boarding school and eventually she comes back with her wealthy fiancé right before the wedding. When she gets there she obviously sees Rhett still working for the family and all the emotions hit. She starts questioning if she’s supposed to listen to her family and marry the rush fiancé or follow her heart and be with Rhett.

obvi there’s probably a lot of angst and reuniting smut and more. feel free to do what you want with this idea if you like it (you can ignore if u want)

i’m just dying for more Stable Boy! Rhett 

zmenehebdbdbdbdv I LOVE A GOOD FORBIDDEN LOVE TROPE

The first thing that came to mind was Amy March refusing to marry Laurie and insisting she was in love with Fred (was that his name??) I think it’d be very like that

“Why are you marrying him”

“Because I love him Rhett”

“Do you?? You truly love this man? You want to spend the rest of your life loving this man?? Because I may not have much but we both know that I’m twice the man he could ever be. We both know I love you more and I sure as hell know you love me more than him.” He rambled on without taking a breath, his hands reaching out to grab both of your wrists.

“I have loved you since the day we got lost in the woods together when we were 9. You must’ve known that, I haven’t kept it a secret, hell, even Perry asks me when I’m gonna propose” he laughs exasperatedly, feeling tears burn the back of his eyes. You keep silent. You don’t pull your hands away from his and just stand there with a indescribable expression on your face. Standing in the small barn with only a couple of candles lit, you can see a small tear make it’s way down his cheek, and you feel your own start to bead at the corners of your eyes.

“…..Rhett I-“

“You love me, and I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes, I do. But we both know what’s expected of me” you chide gently, as if talking to a child who’s close to throwing a tantrum. He shakes his head and lets you hands go, choosing to instead place them on your hips, leaning in and placing searing, desperate kiss on your lips, gripping your dress tightly, your foreheads pressed together as you gasp for breath.

“Marry me”

“Rhett, have you not been listen-“

“Marry me sweetheart”

“You don’t even have a ring Rhett” you chuckled, placing a little peck on his cheekbone, he fishes around in his pocket and produces a little wooden box, it’s handmade, the lines just a little jagged and the lid rests crookedly on the bottom of the box, he opens it and inside you see a small, dainty gold band, with an equally dainty emerald sitting in the middle of it.

You’ve seen this ring before, seen Cecelia play with it mindlessly as she sat by the fire in the living room. You remember her placing her rings in your hands for you to keep safe whilst she baked in her kitchen, her hands sticky with the sweet dough she made for pies in the autumn.

“Oh Rhett” you breathed out, feeling your tears start to fall, looking up to him and finding him in a similar state to you, his eyes glassy and creased around the edges slightly with age. He so handsome, even as a boy, you used to say he was the best looking man in the whole county, which made him blush and hide his face in his hands.

“Please. Darlin’ please say yes. I love you, Mama and Perry and Amy love you, Hell, even Pa smiled when I told them I loved you”

The confession makes you giggle, smiling up at Rhett, he sinks down onto one knee and looking up at you with hopeful eyes, his lip trembling just a little.

You stay frozen for a moment, taking in what all of this meant, how your decision would affect you and him. And the rest of your family. Before smiling softly and placing your left hand out in front of his face.

“Get to it cowboy, I wanna see the Royal Abbott smiling” you chuckle, wiping your tears away with your other hand.

He quickly places the ring on your finger and jumps up, kissing you once more for what feels like an eternity. Leaning back and looking up at your fiancé, you wipe away his tears with your thumb and he grabs your hand and kisses your palm, resting it on his face and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. Swaying you gently in the candlelight

“How are you gonna tell your Daddy?”

“I don’t wanna think about that now honey, let’s just stay like this a little while longer”

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