#my back hurts and i never wanna draw a gun again

[saelique]

CHEAP BEER & FRIDAY NIGHTS

cinna’s note : wrote this at 2am n finished it in a library. why do toddlers scream s’ much D: my feet hurt ;;

tw : blood, guns, the usual mafia stuff, one death threat, alcohol ( beer ) ft. chuuya + mori, can be seen as platonic or romantic, angst / fluff !

the last time you see dazai osamu was when you were in your apartment, opening cans of beer to drink and eating cheap food from a convenience store nearby your home. 

it was a normal saturday night, one that happened every week. talk about stupid stuff with him and fall asleep on the sofa together with nothing but a thin blanket to keep you warm, the lights still on. 

you expected to see him when you were in your office, hanging around to escape his workload. until you don’t. 

you didn’t think too much about it. he’ll be back tomorrow. maybe he got sent on another mission without your knowledge, and so you buy some extra food in case he decides to crash by. 

seconds, minutes, hours which turn into days passes. and you presume he got killed by the boss. not really. 

you ask around when work is over, hoping for some sort of news, only to receive confused glances. then you realise you haven’t asked nakahara. he was nowhere to be seen as well for now.

the elevator’s doors open and you step in, only to hear a greeting. 

“hello.” 

a shiver runs down your spine when you recognise that voice. “oh. hello boss.”

awkward silence falls and you can barely breathe, choked by the heavy air. petrified. you were scared. you never knew what made this man so fucking intimidating but you guess its because he looks the most normal out of all of you. but is practically a monster behind that facade of being fake nice. 

“you’re the girl that ex-executive dazai always hangs around with.” he commented, a smile on his face. “yes.” you manage to nod, before his words struck you. “ex-executive ?” you repeat, eyebrows furrowing. 

“yes. he defected a couple days ago. unfortunately no one could contact him.” he sighs. “a shame, dazai truly was a treasured subordinate.” bullshit. 

“I take it that you weren’t aware ?” “I was unfortunately occupied with reports. I apologise.” 

but why would he leave ? it doesnt make sense. and if he left, the people close to him would be suspects. and didnt he say that the port mafia was really where he belonged- 

oh. then you remember why you were stuck in the office with another worker for the whole day doing stupid paperwork. 

that bitch had known that you would be questioned. 

“dont worry,” that sickening sweet voice again. “well, I’ll have to go now. see you around.” he says, when the doors open and then he left. 

you sigh, then walk your office. you bite your tongue, so hard that it draws blood and you can taste the smell of rusted nails in your mouth. 

you walk to your desk and pull out a drawer full of small notes from him. taking one out, you rip it into small, tiny peices, coloured paper fluttering down the ground.

“you’re taking this better than I expected.” nakahara walks in, bottle of wine in hand. “I thought you would go out, look for him and then murder him.” 

“why is there wine ?” “wanna drink ?” you pause before silently agreeing. “sure. lets just go back to my apartment. dont wanna risk anyone seeing me drunk.” 

shockingly, four years pass quickly when youre preoccupied with shitty work. 

you ended up being nakahara’s assistant, a promotion that you hadn’t expected honestly. but the pay was good so you didnt have any issues. 

when you come back from printing some reports at two am, you find chuuya sitting in his couch, legs spread and his hat covering his face, asleep, soft snores escaping his lips. 

you hum, covering his sleeping figure with a blanket you found draped on the side of the couch, taking your briefcase and fixing your appearance, you left the building. 

waving over a cab, you quickly went into it and gave directions to your apartment, tired and wasted from the long hours. 

it soon stopped, signaling it’s arrival. mumbling a thanks, you stepped out of the taxi after paying. 

you walked up the stairs slowly, feet aching from your heels. when you arrived to your door, already key in hand, ready to insert it into the lock. but just as you opened the door a crack, you stopped short. 

the light was on. 

swallowing a groan, you grabbed a gun from your belt and kicked it open. 

“get out from your hiding spot or I’ll shoot you in the head ten fucking times.” 

“aww, but you’ll shoot me even if I come out.” 

what the actual loving hell was he doing here ? 

turning around, you pointed your gun at him, rolling your eyes. “the fuck are you doing here dazai ?” 

“it’s friday.” 

you scoff, still holding the gun up to his head. “we dont even do that anymore. leave.” 

“mmm . . . i bought some beer though, it would be a shame if you drank it alone-“ 

bang. 

smoke hisses behind dazai, a hole shot clear through the wall. only then did you let your arm down, glaring at him. 

“i’m not going to deal with this bullshit. I’ve had a long day.” 

“the last time we saw each other was today’s date. wouldn’t you like to catch up ?” when did he become so persistent ? he changed too much. but you did too. 

you put the gun down your coffee table, running a hand through your hair, defeated. “i’m going to take a shower, dont pull anything funny or I’ll be dragging your ass to the port mafia and handing you over to ozaki’s team.” 

“got it !” 

you end up screaming inside the shower the whole time. 

when you come back out wearing your usual clothes, hair still wet and your towel around your neck, dazai looks amused but thankfully keeps his mouth shut tight. 

he was already drinking a can of beer, and  you notice there’s small splatters of blood on his beige trench coat.  

“so, how’s everything back in the port mafia ?” he starts as you open a can straight from your freezer, a pop echoing through the room. 

“as usual. i got promoted to become executive nakahara’s assistant.” you relish in his pained and disgusted look, knowing the friendly rivalry in between them that usually caused fights and included random buildings exploding. 

“him ? that slug ? couldn’t you refuse ?” “the pay was high.” “hmph.” 

“hows things at your new job ?” you ask, “is everything better there ? you’ve changed a lot so I guess so. you’re not the dazai I knew anymore,” your voice cracks, “what the fuck were you thinking ?!” 

tears fall down your cheeks as you get up from your chair, grab his collar, “did you know how much I worried for your stupid suicidal ass ?!” 

dazai stays silent, chocolate brown eyes staring back into your own. you let go of him and plop down your chair. “things are alright. altough there’s a co-worker named kunikida who always nags at me.” he replies, not talking about your sudden outburst. 

you avoid his glance before getting up yet again. “i’m going to the toilet.” 

the faucet is running and you’re splashing your face with cold water. eyes and nose a bit red and puffy. 

it wasn’t any use crying. that dazai wont ever ever come back and it’s not something that you could control. 

when you come back, you find your beer is already almost gone, so you grimace and pop open another one. the second one for the night. 

“you’re working at the armed detective agency huh ?” you sigh, “I hope you manage to get killed in one of your missions.” “youre so cold.” “only to you.” 

“you didnt lose an eye after all.” you comment, staring at where his eye bandage had been. “was that really just for fashion ?” 

he doesnt answer and you dont talk anymore. 

it continues on for a while until he breaks the silence. “i’m sorry.” 

“im not accepting it.” 

“knew it.” 

silence envelopes the room yet again, and the only sounds audible is the clock ticking.

“I wont ever forgive you for a million years for pulling that. but, i’m quite a merciful person yknow ?” your words breaks the invisible wall in between you breaks a bit, cracks starting to form. 

he perks up in surprise, “what do you mean-“ “i’m willing to start over. but dont think I won’t try and murder you in one of those fights.” 

the young man chuckles, “alright then. to new beginnings ?” 

“to new beginnings.” 

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x you #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader fluff #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ : novels !

[sleepy-bear-tm]

The shadow of Blackwatch...

#bro please i spent so much time on this piece #my back hurts and i never wanna draw a gun again #sigh #alas #overwatch #overwatch 2 #gabriel reyes #reaper #reaper overwatch #blackwatch #overwatch fanart #fanart #my art #digital art

[adams-angels]

Hello dear writer! Whenever you have time would you consider doing a fluff and maybe smut piece about how Adam would be on a restaurant date? I’m so curious how he would act since they didn’t have dates when he was alive a trillion billion million years ago.

And Valentine’s Day has me way up in the feels 🥹

Thank you bebe 🩵

A bit late for Valentine's day but better late than never babes 😎 this was longer than I was expecting 🫢

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Valentines

It's been a while since Adams been on a "date" if you could even call it that. The last "date" he had was with Eve in the Garden of Eden. So... Yeah. A while might be an understatement. He also hated the day. Like many holidays. Why should SaInT vAlEnTiNe get a whole holiday after him?! Adam is the ORIGINAL dick. If anything there should be a holiday celebrated for HIM. But, whatever. You were into it. And he was into you.

He was so nervous when he asked you out for Valentine's day. He waited until last minute before finally getting the courage to ask. Ten o'clock at night he frantically knocked at your door. You hurried to answer, the panic filled your body at the knocking. It was desperate, like someone needed help. When you opened the door and saw a panting Adam you were confused. Was he hurt? Before you could say anything he put his hand up to your face signaling you to not speak as he caught his breath. It was odd why he was out of breath. He flies everywhere. Did he run? "Be- huff- will you- jesus, fuck- pant-" his hand were on his knees as he choked on his breath. "Ada-" hand in your face. Rude. He straightened himself out, at least as much as he could in the small apartment hallway. The apartment was made for smaller Winners not 8 foot Giants like Adam. "Be my Valentine?" He panted out. Of course you said yes! What can you say? You've been crushing on him for, like, ever! You never picked up that he likes you back. Even though he was never subtle. "Cool- pant- text you the deetz." He shot you some finger guns before leaving.

So now it's Valentine's day! 💘 Cupid's shot his arrow and hit you. You're feeling fun, flirty, and feisty. You put on your cutest outfit and checked yourself in the mirror. Is cute what you're going for? It's your first date. But it is Valentine's day. You don't wanna be prudish. You change into something a bit more revealing and again checked yourself. This might be a bit too sexy.. slutty even! You don't want to give the impression that you put out of the first day! Even if you do. No. This needs to be perfect. You think to yourself... "I bet Adam isn't having this much trouble."

You weren't wrong. Adam was much more relaxed. Too relaxed. Why would he be nervous? He's the man. In fact he was out right now looking at new guitars. When he left the store he saw Valentine, surrounded by his Cupid's. "Augh." Adam grunted, not wanting to interact with the Saint. "Adam!" Shit. "A little birdy told me you've got a Valentine's this year. It's been what? Centuries?" Valentine laughed. Adam rolled his eyes, then glared at him. "Yeah? So what? I figured it's a good way to get free pussy." Adam shrugged as a cocky grin formed on his face. The Cupid angels surrounding Saint Valentine cringed. "Oh, Adam. Come now! This is a holiday of love and romance. Not cheap pickups!" The man placed a hand on Adam shoulder which he immediately shrugged off. "So, are you going anywhere special? Have you bought the lucky angel flowers? Chocolates? A gift of adoration?" "Uh.. what?" "You haven't bought them anything have you?" The man laughed, putting his hand on Adams shoulder again pulling Adam closer. "Good luck getting fucked, playboy." He hissed with a wicked smirk. Valentine released Adams shoulder laughing. "Happy Valentine's days!" He said before flying away with his cupids. "Motherfucker!" Adam's flew off to the nearest store to get you some flowers.

When he arrived the flower section was bare. Maybe one half dead rose. "What the hell?" He flew all over the store looking for anything Valentines related. "No, no, no!" He stopped in one of the aisles before finding worker. "Hey! Where the fuck is the stuff?" "S-stuff, sir?" Adam gestures around the store. "You know! The fucking Valentines shit! Where is it?!" The poor retail worker fretted telling him there was nothing left. "V-valentines day is o-one of the most popular days of the year sir... There's nothing left.." "NOTHING LEFT?!?!" Adam yelled. His voice booming around the store causing shelfs to shake knocking almost everything off. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NOTHING LEFT?! I NEED SOMETHING FOR TONIGHT!!!" "I - I'm sorry, sir!" The poor angels voice shuddered. Adam groaned, balling his hands into fists. He was about to leave before he noticed a bottle of soda that hadn't fallen. He pushed it off the shelf for good measure before storming out of the store.

He wasn't going to spend all day looking for shit of this shitty holiday. He hated it. This was dumb! He's gift enough. Still, he takes his phone and texts Lute

"URGENT! flowers! Plz get 4 me thx dngrtits"

That'll do. He heads home to get ready for your date.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

The time comes and Adam is waiting outside of your apartment building, he's not walking up all those stairs again. He was feeling cool. Calm. Collected. Until he saw you. His hands started getting clammy, his heat racing. You look so pretty. You of course found the prefect in-between of cute and sexy for your outfit. "Heeey, you could of made an effort." He joked. You frowned. You thought you did well. He clears his throat. "Let's go." He wiped his hands on his robe before taking flight with you following after.

You both arrived at the restaurant. Neither of you stop on the way. It was awkward. He walked in first, he didn't hold the door open for you. Rude. Once inside you noticed the restaurant was jam packed. Adam also noticed this and froze. "Good thing you booked, right?" You said, playfully, hoping to break some tension. "Uh... Yeah... Wait here, surgartits." He walked over to the host. "I need a table for two." The host scoffed. "Yeah, sure. We've got one available tomorrow." Adam was fuming. This was all going wrong. This can't go wrong. "Do you fucking know who I am?!" He raised his voice. "I'm fucking ADAM! I'm the fucking man! And I want a damn table!" You walk over. "Adam?" "What, bitch!? Fuck! Can't you see I'm busy?! I'm getting us a table!" He yelled at you. No. Nope. You're too good to be yelled at. This was meant to be fun. Fuck this. You put your hands in the air. "Nope. I'm out." You turn on your heels and exit the restaurant. "Wait- no, y/n." He looks as you exit then back at the host. "I'll ruin your fucking life, cunt." He hissed before flying out of the restaurant.

He looks around and you were no where to be seen. "Fast fucker. AUGH!!!" He stomped his foot covering his face with his hands. If he wasn't wearing his mask he'd be pulling his hair.

You got yourself home. Fucking shit day. Dumb idea. You don't even know why he asked you. The whole thing was dumb. Everything about it was dumb. You collapse onto the couch, sulking. It doesn't take long before there's a knock at the door. Adam you suspect. You roll your eyes before peeling yourself off the couch. Opening the door you see Lute. Huh. "Uh.. hi?" "Adam requests your presents. Put on this blind fold." She hands you a blindfold. "What?" She didn't repeat herself. She never does. You groan, knowing she won't leave until you do it so whatever. You put the blindfold on and lute takes your wrist and flies off with you ragdolling.

Once your feet touch the ground she lets go of your wrist. Leaving you there blindfolded. "Uh.. you can take that off now." You do, to see a candle lit picnic layed out. It was adorable, there were fairy lights on the trees. Adam stood there, awkwardly, with a bunch of your favourite flowers. How did he know? Lute. "Uh. Surprise.." he handed you the flowers. "Sorry, about the restaurant. Fucking idiots double booked or something.. I don't know." He shrugged. You know it wasn't true. He didn't book, you know that. But you smiled. "Thank you, Adam. This is much nicer." He smiled and stretched. "Well, what can I say? I know what I'm doing."

You sat on the blanket, Adam did also and popped open a bottle of champagne. "I got the good stuff." You smile at the gesture although you always thought champagne tasted disgusting. He got all the good stuff, strawberries and chocolates. Cheese board. Cute little cakes. "This is all very well thought out. How did you get this so quickly?" You asked. He shrugged with a smirk. "I'm just that good, babe." Lute. This was more his style anyway. Outside, under the stars. It reminded him of the Garden.

"so, this was fun." He rubbed the palm of his hands on his knees. "I'd much rather not do this Valentine's bullshit though. Maybe next time we can just... Do it whenever?" "I'd like that. Although, this Valentine's day has turned out pretty perfect." You smile. "Well. I am perfect so." He smirks at you. You don't want to stroke his ego anymore than you already have. You roll your eyes before quickly giving him a peck on the lips. "you're alright, I suppose." You took his sweaty hand in yours and led down, he followed. You both watched the stars in silence. He'd gently squeeze your hand every now and then, you'd squeeze back.

"Happy valentine's, Y/N."

"Happy valentine's, Adam."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel adam smut

[spicyyy-muffin]

Hide n Seek

Scare kink, size kink, this is literally pure smut please be warned. 18+

“catch me if you can”

i pressed my walkie on its specific channel to ghost.

“you’re an idiot y/l/n” he spoke through the Bluetooth device in my ear

“get outta my ear McTavish”

I climbed over old couches and rusted warehouse equipment. I needed to find a good place to hide that wasn't blown to pieces or see through.

turning off my walkie and even going as far as lowering the volume in the bluetooth device in my ear.

 I would never live it down if he found me.

“he's got tha name ghost fora reason, you daft dimbo.”

“don’t you think i’m aware?”

I crouched and squeezed in between a small space under an abandoned desk.

trying to make myself as small as possible, i curled up bringing any residue around me as a cover.

“He's gonna get you little one.”

The quiet groan of the door forced me to shut the device off completely.

his footsteps i couldn’t hear, aside for the slightest crunch in gravel beneath his combat boots growing increasingly closer to me.

looking through the cracks in the metal, no guns were drawn except for a knife in his right hand.

my heart sank, i trusted him with my life. but spooking a member of 141 was a death wish. and catching them at the wrong time would be a one way ticket to wherever my six feet deep hole waited for me. 

he slithered through the door, continuing to the next room while I waited for complete silence.

I opted for the door he came through, thinking he would be in an entirely different side of the building than me.

I kept my hands free of any weapon, preparing for the slightest sign I might have to run or crawl my way out.

I stood at the top of a flight of stairs. no sound, no lights, no gravel, I could have been alone.

a breath shot down my neck.

in seconds I was against a wall with a burly man pushing against me. his cool blade against the soft of my neck.

his eyes glowed into mine, heavy breaths breaking the silence.

"I thought you were the shit?"

I shuffled my arms underneath him trying to find a leeway. His eyes brightened in amusement.

The fabric on his face lifted revealing his mouth seconds before he dropped it to my neck.

The knife was digging into the left side of my neck, drawing blood in his wake. Hurting more the harder his kisses became.

“Ghost, Mctavish is- he’s right-” 

He brought his head up to look into my eyes, “at the bar two blocks from here. You underestimated my intentions for hide and seek sweetheart.” 

Pocketing the knife, his hands rustled with my clothing until they landed on the button of my jeans. 

On his knees he looked up to me. Even though he was supposed to be feeling vulnerable we both knew that I was the only submissive one here. 

“I wanna taste.” 

My fingers traced his plump lips first, short stumble scratching me.

I smiled looking down at him, trying to memoriize the outline of his beautiful face. 

“I want a kiss.”

In seconds his large hands covering my cheeks, lips ravishing mine as if we were running out of time. Time seemed to slow down when his tongue traced my bottom lip, pulling away to take a breath and pushing into me deeper. His hands were everywhere, m,y hair, taking a minute to wrap around my throat, he reached both of them down under my butt and lifted me on his waist. 

A few inches above him again he pulled away to look up to me. 

“Don know how long I can do this sweetheart.” 

He panted onto my mouth. 

“I wanna taste you so bad but another part of me is saying I should jus fill you to the brim.” 

A hot bolt of arousal shot down my stomach into my clit. 

I laughed against his lips kissing them one more time. “Maybe you should just hurt me.” 

He groaned pressing his forehead onto mine. 

“There you go saying some dumb shit again.” 

My back pressed against the cold concrete floor, combat pants somewhere across the room his head was in between my legs and he wasted no time. 

Switching between tongue fucking me and wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking so hard I knew I wasn’t going to last long. 

I threaded my fingers through his hair trying to mask my sounds. 

He pulled away his hand gripping my throat, “Unless the bar Soap’s in can hear you, you’re not loud enough. N what does tha mean angel?” 

My breath was shaky, “I don- I don’t get to cum.” 

“Mmmm good girl.” 

His mouth resumed and this time I let my noises be whatever they wanted. My orgasm consumed me. My lower back lifted from the ground as I pleaded with him to stop before he flipped me around and did exactly what he said he was gonna. 

He filled me to the brim. Hot pants on the back of my neck I tried to grip onto anything I could to distract me from the pleasure I was feeling from his cock hitting my cervix. 

“Sososo- so good, please don’t.” 

“Fuck baby, I’m not gonna.” Seconds, minutes im not sure how long until I could hear the slight sound of a phone buzzing. 

His phone. 

He flipped me around again, putting my legs around his neck he found new spots that drew me crazier to the edge. 

One palm covered my mouth as he leaned down to my ear, “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me.” 

My brows scrunched up before he reached his other hand down to grab his cellphone and he answered the call. I could hear our captains voice over his balls slapping against me. 

“Ghost, you copy?”

“Yes Sir.” 

“Clear?”

“Yes Sir.” 

“I have one more important thing to discuss with you, when-” The Captain continued as Ghost screwed his eyes shut in pure irritation. 

“Yes Sir.” 

“Good.” 

The call ended and he abandoned his phone near my head and removed his other from my mouth. 

“Fuckin prick.”

He smirked down at me.

“It turned you on, could feel you squeezing me harder.” 

“AsshoLE-” He pounded into me harder. 

“We can try that another time.” My vision turned murky as stars exploded behind my eyes. 

“Fuckin hell, I don't think I’ll ever get tired of that.” 

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[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 5: bonding exercise

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) -Fluff- chapter 1

your POV:

through out my time here in hell I have grown accustomed to the musty hot atmosphere of the underworld and the loud mornings of screaming, gun shots, and road rage, its hell after all and there technically isn't any rules. me and angel hang out a lot more, behind his sex jokes and playful demeaner hes a great friend. husk and I are cool I suppose, according to him I'm more tolerable. Nifftys a bit crazy and energetic but I enjoy helping her clean sometimes, but one person that's been on my mind a lot is Alastor. hes always watching me, I catch him staring at me with that weird smile, I wonder if his face hurts from smiling all the time...none of my business what he does I just wish he wasn't so eerie. I was in the lobby this morning when Charlie called us over for a "bonding exercise", seeing everybody gathered in there seats I sit on the couch next to angel, "good morning everybody thank you for comingggg, I would like to have you all here for a little bonding time yayy!!!..." the silence was defiantly loud... "uhm- well I though we could all do something fun like drawing!" standing behind her vaggie comes out with paper, markers, and crayons "oooo colors" niffty giggles "what's does this look like kinder garden?" "angel please try and at least participate" letting out an annoyed grumble he agrees "fineee..." "great! were all going in partners and you will draw each other, that sound fun right!!?" oh no... "charlies with me, husks with angel, and Alastors with y/n, nifftys can uhm..." "oh oh can I be the judge!!!" "sure..." "you gotta be fucken kidding me..." "aww cmon whiskers I'm not that baddd~" walking to there partners I turn to see Alastor sitting on the arm chair looking at me with a wide grin on his face, "fuck me..." I grumble walking over to sit on the floor beside him "well my dear looks like its just me and you" "yeah... me and you" grabbing two pieces of papers and some crayons "I cant even draw..." "oh don't worry I'm sure you will do just fine!" "why am I doing this again..." "cheer up dear this is supposed to be fun after all, I cant be that hard to draw" "yeah your right just need two colors" scribbling on the paper I start at the base of his face, doodling his creepy smile and red hair, looking up I see him studying me curiously "what's the matter, am I hard to draw?" I say smugly "not at all dear your quite easy to draw" ouch, thanks...

Alastors POV:

I never really focused any time on things such as art, yes I can cook and maybe play the piano but drawings not one of my few good skills although ill give it a shot. I would have never guessed I would be sitting here doing one of charlies silly little projects, attempting to draw y/n I look at here for a while, this is the closest I have ever really been next to her, my she really is small it makes me want to squeez her tiny little body, her head could fit in my hand easily. I have noticed a few things while observing her, her ears twitch when she's focused on things like now, her pink bunny nose twitches when she's scared, and her fluffy tail wags when she's exited or annoyed what a strange individual...

your POV:

"ok guys once your done with your drawings you will show them off to your partners!!", as a few minutes pass by I have finished my drawing and well I'm quite disappointed in myself, man I should have taken art class in high school "I finished if your ready to show them" hell no... "I- I'm done but I don't think I wanna... "oh I'm sure its not that bad" giving the drawing one last glance I turn the page I show him the drawing facing away to hide what little dignity I had left. hearing a quiet static buzz noise I look back up seeing him looking at the drawing with a questionable face "I know its badd!!!" "w-well I wouldn't say that dear its just..." "just say its bad!" "its interesting" "well what does yours look like?" turning his page my jaw drops to the floor, what is this creepy deer man not good at "its not my best work but-" "are you kidding me Al this is good!" standing up I grab the drawing, it was in crayon but it looked just like me. pausing I try to tone down my excitement seeing alastor wide eyed from my reaction "I'm glad you like it dear" "what cant you do" "well I did say I was a man of many talents but drawing isn't one of them" "do you uhh mind if I keep this..." "not at all dear~" "you don't have to keep mine you can just throw it-" "nonsense its mine isn't it?" "yes.." "then I will keep it". for once he seemed to have a genuine smile on his face, not some creepy ass smile, its kind of nice...

Alastors POV:

I don't know why but I wanted to keep her silly little drawing, its...cute?. it looks nothing like me but its quite amusing seeing her all embarrassed. I was surprised to see she liked my drawing, her eyes lit up with a small smile on her face, it feels good to know my work is appreciated even in the... strangest things it gives me a sense of pride, I might hang it in my radio tower...

your POV:

looking at everybody else I saw Charlie bouncing on her heels looking at a little doodle vaggie made how cute~, husk made a sloppy doodle of angel and angel just drew himself. niffty was running around looking at others drawings, eventually she got around to ours, climbing on my shoulder she looks at Alastors drawing "ooooOooo you look so cute in the picture!!" I smile a bit "thanks niff" grabbing her off my shoulder I set her down "well that's the end of the exercise, how was it!" "ehh it wasn't to bad" "it was alright" "whatever...im going back to the bar" Charlie puts on a little smile "well do one again next week, maybe we could make cookies together or do all about ME's oh oh!! what about-" "ok hon slow down" "sorry". this was nice, hell isn't that bad, at least not here. better than home...

hey guys!!! I was supposed to release this earlier but I'm a little sick right now from the cold weather but I refuse to let you guys down! I made this chapter a little longer than usual so I hope you guys loved this cute chapter as much as I did, love you guys have a good day/night

-squerlly

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[careful-please]

His hand is poised to knock, loose fist stopped mid air when he hears a crash from behind the door. With everything that has happened to her during her time at the base he really can't be blamed for the huge spike of fear that shoots through him. He immediately opens the door, his other hand already reaching out to help her.

"Beth-"

Instead of his worst fears, he is greeted with the sight of her pale, plump thighs wiggling her rump in the air as she reaches over the side of the bed for something that had obviously fallen, cursing mildly as she sits back to scowl at it in her hand. The oversized hoodie she wore was the only thing protecting her modesty and the cursed thought that she might not be wearing any knickers refused to let him think of anything for a solid minute before he forced himself to focus.

"Lass, are you alright?" He asked while fighting back a deep flush and averting his gaze from the sight of her long, pale legs.

"Oh. Captain. Yes I'm fine. Do you need something?" She tilted her head slightly while looking up at him.

"I- no I just- i heard a crash but I guess it was a false alarm. " He rubbed the back of his neck as he finished. 

"Oh yeah.  Just me being a clutz again. Nothing bad." She was fidgeting with the hoodie, expression barely hiding her frustration.

" You know you can talk to me about anything, sweetheart. You don't have to bottle it up. Im sorry you had to experience that. I discharged him, so it shouldn't be a problem ever again. "

"Ah. Well I'm just frustrated about my shorts. They were my favorite. " she sighed heavily. " The boys tried to make me feel better. But everything has just been off since. Feels almost like they wasted their efforts. And that makes me feel guilty, I don't want it to be a waste. Just- nothing is going right since that-." She makes a vague gesture.

Price nods in understanding.

"I understand. Im sorry you're feeling frustrated." He runs a hand through his hair. "I wish I knew how to help. "

She perks up and pats the bed beside her, silently beckoning he to sit as she speaks.

"It's enough knowing you care so much. I really appreciate everything you do for me. I still feel helpless sometimes and it's comforting to know I can lean on the team. I feel like a burden but there's not much I can do about all this. Hunting the people who tortured me and ghost will take time. I just wish I could fight with you."

"Bunny, I never want you in harms way. You aren't a burden. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. But you are still just a civilian. Im not going to put a gun in your hands. Never."

Price wraps an arm around her in comfort, drawing her close. She lays her head on his shoulder and sighs gently.

"I know you don't want to, but with how determined life is to hurt me, you may not have a choice one day. I ought to know the basics at least. If nothing else, I should know how to engage the safety on any gun."

"Well,  maybe. But I'm not letting you shoot any of them. " he concedes with a huff.

"Awww come on. " she whines, trying to looks at him with puppy dog eyes. It's ruined by the grin she tries to hide unsuccessfully.

" Nope. Not gonna happen, Bunny. Not on my watch." Price shakes his head firmly.

She looks down at their legs pressed together and shifts from side to side.

"But we aren't on your watch. I think you left it in your desk." Now her grin is obvious and cheeky.

Price tries hard to keep a stern look of disapproval but can't help a grin of his own.

" Bunny." He warns.

"Aww come on.  That was clever and you know it."

Price just shakes his head again.  They stay like that for a few moments until Price can no longer resist.

"Why aren't you wearing any bottoms?"

"Ah. Just got out the shower. "

"Oh. I see. ...."

She looks at him expectantly.

"......are you....?" He nods at her lap.

This grin is salacious.

"Wanna find out?" She winks.

His face is quickly turns red as he groans.

"Seriously?! Why must you be such a bloody tease?"

" Because I'm your Bunny. You love it anyway. " she giggles.

He growls as he moves to push her onto the bed and leaves kisses all over her face and neck.

" Your going to be the death of me." He grumbles half heartedly. One of his hands sliding up her thigh to confirm she is,  in fact, not wearing knickers.

#carefulwrites #cod mw2 #john price #cod john price #price x reader #fem reader #reader is a barracks bunny #reader is a secret badass #she broke a blokes nose #cause he ripped her shorts #trying to cop a feel #141 was pissed

[undead-memes]

PREACHER'S DAUGHTER. / prompts from the album peacher's daughter by ethel cain. tweaked for rp. change pronouns & cut & combine as you wish. (repost)

' i put too much faith in the make believe. '

' i feel it there, in the middle of the night. '

' say what you want, but say it like you mean it. '

' just give it on more day then you're done. '

' i don't need anything from anyone. '

' it's just not my year. '

' i'm doing what i want and, damn, i'm doing it well. '

' you and me against the world. you were my man and i your girl. '

' you were my whole world. '

' you came, and i laughed. you left, and i cried. '

' you told me even if we died tonight that i'd die yours. '

' really, i'd kill myself to hold you on more time. '

' it hurts to miss you. '

' i cry every day and the bottles make it worse. '

' you were the only one i was never scared to tell i hurt. '

' it was love, i guess. '

' and i feel so alone. '

' i watched him show his love through shades of black and blue. '

' show me how much i mean to you while i lie in these sheets undressed. '

' i'd hold the gun if you asked me to. '

' but if you love me like you say you do, would you ask me to? '

' trouble's always gonna find you, baby, but so will i. '

' i'm never gonna leave you, baby, even if you lose what's left of your mind. '

' please don't love how i need you. '

' i'm not above violence. '

' i've killed before and i'll kill again. '

' hell doesn't scare me, i've been times before. '

' tell me a story about how it ends, where you're still the good guy. i'll make pretend. '

' i hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you. '

' i thought good guys get to be happy. i'm not happy. '

' i was too young to notice that some types of love could be bad. '

' i'm tired of you still tied to me. '

' i'm too tired to move & too tired to leave. '

' love's never meant much to me. '

' i started to see you differently. '

' you wanna get my clothes off. '

' baby, if it feels good then it can't be bad. '

' you wanna fuck me right now. '

' if you hate me, please don't tell me. '

' i followed you in and i was with you there. '

' you love blood too much. but not like i do. '

' heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you. '

' need you, love you, love you, love you. '

' love you, saw you, felt you, love you. '

' love you, love you, love you, love you. '

' you'd do well to say yes to me. '

' suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee. '

' he's saying i'm the one, he's gonna take me. '

' suffering is nigh, drawing to me. '

' even the iron still fears the rot. '

' i'm hiding from something i cannot stop. '

' you poor thing. sweet, mourning lamb. '

' there's nothing you can do. it's already been done. '

' please don't look at me. '

' what have you done? '

' make it stop, make it stop, i've had enough, stop, stop, STOP! '

' i am the face of love's rage. '

' i am no good nor evil. simply, i am, and i have come to take what is mine. '

' i was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. '

' i am here now as you run from me still. '

' you can't hide from me forever. '

' god loves you, but not enough to save you. '

' if they strike once then you just hit them twice as hard. '

' the more it hurts, the less it shows. '

' i think it's about time i put up a fight. '

' if it's meant to be then it will be. '

' i forgive it all as it comes back to me. '

' i can't let go when something's broken. '

' in your basement i grow cold. '

' don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love. '

' how funny, i never considered myself tough. '

' i tried to be good. '

' am i no good? '

' i just wanted to be yours. '

' can i be yours? '

' i'm happier here 'cause he told me i should be. '

' you're so handsome when i'm all over your mouth. '

' am i making you feel sick? '

' i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did. '

' don't think about it too hard or you'll never sleep a wink at night again. '

' just know that i love you and i'll see you when you get here. '

#inbox memes #inbox prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompts #lyric prompts #indie rp

[los-ninos-tortugas]

(Throws this at you because I love your blog)

Rewatched Touch and Go today and it's such a GOOD 03 Raph episode!! It tells us so much about him!!

The mob chasing him? Not that big. He has fought and defeated bigger groups of actually trained and armed assailants. (Heck, he did it BLIND in Lone Raph and Cub.) This group didn't even have guns. If he had chosen to fight, he would have won - but he didn't even CONSIDER fighting them until his back was against the wall and he couldn't see another way out. This is punch first ask questions later RAPH choosing to flee because he didn't want to hurt ordinary scared people.

His interactions with Mrs Morrinson are just BEAUTIFUL. First of all his face when she pulls him through her door and essentially kidnaps him is hilarious and adorable. Secondly, he didn't have to let her do that!! He is so much stronger than her - he could have pulled away, but he didn't!! And then he spends a couple of hours at this random old lady's house THAT HE HAS NEVER MET BEFORE moving boxes and keeping her company and drinking tea. And he clearly has a good time!!! I don't even think it occured to him to try and leave - SHE has to tell him that it's getting late and he should go home. And when Mikey and Master Splinter suddenly have briefcase full of money? Raph's first impulse is to give it away to someone he has only known for a couple of hours. (Sidenote - this episode is the third time the Turtles are in possession of a stupidly large amount of money. The first time they hand it in to the police, the second time they insist April uses it to rebuild her shop, and the third time they give it away to somone only one of them has met. What does that say about them, when literally everything they own is other people's refuse? They are poorer than poor, and yet they give away life changing amounts of money with no regrets. I love them so much)

This episode really showcases how GENTLE Raph is. He is so good with vulnerable people. He doesn't treat Mrs Morrison as a convenient escape - he treats her like a person. And yes, there is a lot to be said about the fact that she is blind, and that that means she is treating him like a person - but he could have left as soon as he knew it was safe. He didn't have to move boxes and be kind to her. He didn't have to speak to her respectfully or drink tea with her or even let her pull him into her house.

Just... the 03 boys are such GOOD boys. They are extremely kind, and I love that about them. This episode showcases that for Raph so well.

(There is more I wanna say about this but my brain is melting due to the heat so I'm going to leave it there)

Thank you I do try my best <3

ALSO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO TALK ABOUT MY BOY (I do love all the 03 boys but 03 Raph is my fave)

So I decided to rewatch the episode too so I could refresh my memory. And omg you’re sooo right. While 03 Raph is definitely one of the more straightforward Angry™️ iterations of Raph, he’s also one with a really strong moral compass. The crowd isn’t that big, they’re not armed, they’re still on edge from seeing their city torn apart. Could he have very easily incapacitated them single handed? Yeah probably, but it’s just not in his moral code. This Raph is very much a protector of the innocent, even when they don’t appreciate it. The fact that he only draws his weapons when he thinks he has absolutely no choice says a lot about how violence was his absolute last resort. And even then, as soon as Mrs. Morrison emerges from her apartment he puts his weapons away again.

His face when she pulls him in is so shocked but like, Raph you’re letting it happen! He really didn’t have to let her pull him into her house and he seems so surprised by it but he also doesn’t resist even a little bit. Also the way his voice goes from his usual kind of gravelly roughness to a slightly more gentle tone, like he’s almost speaking in a slightly higher register than he usually does and it’s kind of sweet? Little old lady is here better use my Polite Voice. And yeah, there is something kind of interesting about her being blind because yes, it means she’s not immediately hostile to him, however she gets pretty touchy when she’s pulling him into the apartment. She takes his notable three fingered hand and then she puts her hand on his shell when she pushes him in. Not going to lie when the mob asks her about “aliens” and she says there’s no aliens she sounds just like… mildly insincere (but maybe that’s just the New Yorker in me talking. We all say shit we don’t mean when we want someone to stop bothering us).

There’s something really funny about the fact that we don’t see the conversation that presumably happened right after they’re both inside, we just cut straight to Raph moving boxes 🤣 he really went, “well while I’m here…” and just started doing whatever she asked of him. And he just met this woman but he was already curious about why she was packing up to move! (Which is kind of a trend with this version of Raph and it’s part of what really makes him endearing to me. In spite of his tough guy exterior he gets invested in people soooo quickly. Even though Casey annoyed the (s)hell out of him when they first met, Raph also became incredibly invested in making sure his fellow hot head didn’t fist fight his way into an early grave. And you mentioned Lone Raph and Cub, where, despite the kid (I forgot his name at the moment) initially resisting Raph’s help and telling Raph to leave him alone Raph only becomes more determined to help him out.) I think even if Mikey and Splinter hadn’t conveniently come home with a suitcase full of money Raph still would have found a way to help/stay in touch with Mrs. Morrison because that’s just the kind of guy he is. (But also kind of makes you just how convincing his argument was to get Mikey to give him the money, these boys are very generous as you rightly pointed out and knowing it was going to a good cause I think Mikey would have agreed pretty easily but also Raph did just meet her that night so he must’ve had to have been reeeeaaal convincing)

My brain is also soup from the heat ✌️

#answered asks #anon ask #2003 teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 03 #03 raph #touch and go #character analysis #katnip talks

[bullet-prooflove]

Tonight: Dominique Luca x Reader

Prompt: "What is it you're trying to tell me? Because right now, I don't know what the hell you're trying to tell me." 

The locker room wasn’t the place for this, you knew that. Both you and Luca had agreed to keep work and your relationship separate. In here you were colleagues and out there you could be a couple, albeit keeping it low key under the radar. However, things were changing, what had started out as a casual way to burn off a little steam at the end of a shift had become more and before you knew it the two of you were falling for one another. You knew it was only a matter of time before your secret came out, there were too many close calls recently. There were so many ways in which things could go wrong and you couldn’t have that. So, you had made a decision.

When Luca had stormed into the locker room it didn’t take a genius to deduct, he had worked out what was happening. There was hurt shining in those eyes of his, you felt like you had driven a knife right into his chest.

“Luca,” you began, shutting your locker and turning to face him.

His blond eyebrows were furrowed together, his forehead creased as he jabbed a finger at your chest.

“You couldn’t even tell me,” He snarled at you. “I had to hear it from Hicks.”

“Dom, what did you expect?” You questioned him, your hands coming to rest on your hips. “We both agreed we couldn’t go on like this anymore.”

"What is it you're trying to tell me?” he snapped, his chest heaving. “Because right now, I don't know what the hell you're trying to tell me."

“I was going to tell you.” You said reaching out for him. “Hicks just jumped the gun.”

Luca pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest and blinking furiously.

“So that’s it huh?” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You wanna break up? You wanna give up on the two of us?”

“Dom…” you started again, stepping forward.

“It feels like you’re ripping my heart right out.” He told you, his voice lowering an octave. “Like the last six months haven’t meant a damn thing.”

“Dom…” you whispered, swallowing hard part the well of emotion in your throat. “The last six months have meant everything to me. You mean everything to me.”

“Then why are you doing this?” he implored quietly. “Why are you leaving the team?”

“I can’t be a secret anymore.” You told him. “I want to step outside and not worry that people are going to see us, that we’re going to get caught out and lose everything we’ve worked for.”

“So, you decided to leave S.W.A.T?” he prompted, his muscles in his jaw clenching.

“I chose to leave S.W.A.T, Dom.” You said, before sighing. “But not you, never you.”

“Do you mean that?” he asked, his voice shaking just a little as you lingered close.

Your palms came to rest on his chest as you looked up into his face. You could feel his heart beating underneath your fingertips, you thought about the ways this man had saved you not just physically but spiritually too.

“Yea I do.” You told him; his hands came to rest on your hips as your eyes met. “I’ve thought about this for a while now, when I got hit in the vest the other day it made me realise what’s important and that’s you Dom. S.W.A.T is like family to me, but you, you’re home.”

“Babe…” he murmured, drawing away for a second so that he could see the truth in your eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Special Victims will be a change but it’s where I need to be. That last case with the kids…”

“Yea, it was a tough one.” He said softly, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. “You still have nightmares about it.”

You smiled into his hand as he cupped your face tenderly, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

“And you’re always there when I wake up.” You said, your lips brushing over the pulse point of his wrist.

“Always.” He murmured earnestly. “I’ve always got your six.”

“It’s time to step into the light Dom.” You told him, your hand coming to rest on his.

“Tonight.” He promised, leaning in close. His lips brushed over yours gently before he spoke. “Tonight, we’ll tell them everything.”

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[wololo-01]

HAPPY NEW YEAR FOR EVERYONE!!!!

I still having creative block so I can't draw :(

Long vent

I'm not going to lie that I'm surprised to this day that I didn't give up of trying be an artist or being here in the internet, I got screwed a lot by things that happened in real life, with family and online, I developed strong distrust issues, my self-esteem always fell down, I moved away from people who was never done a thing to me but I was feeling like a Prague near them and I thought I would hurt them if I stayed close, I also ended up having problems on school for repeating grades and that's only made me felt more horrible thinking that now I would be nothing at all in life.

I'm very happy to have met so many incredible and cool people, I know I'm not a person who interacts here much but I want to say thank you all so much for being so nice and really enjoying my arts, I really love seeing each wonderful artist and art, each incredible fanfic and story that everyone creates about the characters, headcanon, analysis and au's so interesting and captivating that They make me freak out with joy

And I try, I always tried to improve but I just went back to square one, it made me very depressed and At that point I just wanted to give up on everything, but my biggest inspiration to keep going is a VERY special person to me, We always talked a lot, we joked with each other, this person was the first friend I had, this person means the world to me, And I am very grateful to this day for being them friend. But not only them but also this fandom is very special to me,I was never much of a person who stayed in a fandom for a long time and if I did, it was just to enjoy my characters...when I met Henry Stickmin my head exploded with joy, I couldn't shut up about this game And I wanted to go find more, I started posting on Tumblr again with my old main account and I didn't expect people would like my fanarts, silly stuff And that this fandom would welcome me so well!.

And also I wanna said, to all my mutual and non- mutual @bluetorchsky @androidcharles @lovelygirlnicole15 @flamingredanon @capturecharlesau @jaytoons7 @00lari00 and EVERYONE YOU ALL ARE THAT MOST WONDERFUL PERSON I EVER MEET AND SEE ON MY LIVE!!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO FREAKING AWESOME AND INCREDIBLES ON WHAT YOU ALL DOES WORDS CAN EXPRESS THIS BUT I JUST TO SAY, YOU GUYS ARE THAT BEST!!! ✨♥️✨🫂♥️✨✨✨🫂♥️♥️♥️✨✨✨🫂

And especially, for @ghostbunnyarts YOU 👊, you are the most amazing, beautiful,kind Spectacular and awesome person That life could show me, I love you very much, you are my bestie, you are a wonderful artist and Writer and don't you DARE forget that, thanks for be my bests friends!!

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#vent post #happy new year #:D ❤️

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 20

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Author's Note.

Quickest update ever, but also the shortest. Hope you enjoy some much needed down-time :)

The farm. We're back.

We drive up the long path in silence, watching the small figures of everybody in camp jump from their seats at the sound of engines. They come rushing up to the gate to greet us. I thought I'd be more eager to reunite with everybody, but as we draw closer, I realize I'm just exhausted. I'm exhausted and I feel nothing. Dad brings the truck to a stop just outside camp as Carl runs ahead of the group, shouting my name excitedly and waving us down. He hops out first and carefully helps me down after.

The second my feet hit the ground, I'm tackled into a hug.

"You're back!" Carl exclaims into my neck, too caught-up to realize that I don't move to hug him back. I barely flinch as Lori rushes up to me and grabs my shoulder, or when Jacqui and Dale move in close to get a look at me. "Oh, you're back! We were so worried!"

As he pulls away, Jacqui adds, "Sweetie, it's so good to see you again."

"Give her some space." Dad warns, shoving some of them back. "Been through Hell this morning."

"Oh, God." Lori stresses, looking to Rick as he exits the truck and joins us, followed by T, Andrea, and Glenn. "What happened to—?"

"He's dead." Rick announces without much feeling, earning a few light gasps. As Carl stares worriedly at the bloody shirt, Rick explains to everyone, "We caught up with him this morning nearly eighty miles from here. Saw him from the road, standing in an old gas station with Harley. He wasn't happy to see us, as you can imagine. Guns were pulled. We, uh... We did what we had to do to get Harley."

Shaking her head at the brutality of it all, Lori asks, "Was it quick?"

No, it wasn't. It was a mean death. I saw.

The grim silence answers for us.

"It was a long time coming." Dale says what most are thinking. "Far as I'm concerned, we're better off without him. That man was unhinged."

"Daryl, w-we knew him for fifteen years. He was always good to us, to Carl. I never would've imagined he'd—"

"Well, he did." He cuts her off. I think he's like Rick, and like me, and just about ready to put all this behind us. "He did and he died for it."

Without anything else to add, her gaze slowly falls to the blood on his fingers.

I wince again at another wave of pain.

"Man, enough talking." T-Dog tsks. "Girl's hurt."

"We gotta get her up to Herschel." Dad agrees, guiding me through the crowd. Rick gives a quick kiss to both Lori and Carl's cheeks before stepping in with us, ignoring the chatter that resumes as we leave. I can only imagine what they're saying. I hate it. I hate being talked about.

As we hurry along, Rick sighs, "You think everyone's gonna be alright goin' back to business as usual, after this?"

"Don't got much choice." Dad scoffs. "People die, people mourn. Life moves on."

We make our way up the porch steps. The front door's been left open but Rick still gives a little knock, anyway, prompting Herschel to call out from somewhere inside that we're allowed to come in. They both guide me forward into the house, keeping the shirt cupped to my ear.

Herschel pads down the stairs with a tired frown on his even tired-er face, asking us, "You're back. What's happened?"

"You got a re-visiting patient, here." Rick answers as we head into the dining room. "Her ear's been shot off."

They set me down in a chair. Rick steps back as Dad takes the seat next to me, never letting go of my hand.

"My. Well, I haven't heard that one before." Herschel drags a chair in front of me and sits down. "Which one?"

"Her left. Top-half's completely gone."

"Let's take a look."

Dad squeezes my hand and pulls the shirt away. Herschel reaches out to push my hair back, and I turn my head to the side not 'cause I wanna make it any easier for him to examine me, but because I just can't look at nobody. My cheeks go red with shame as he reveals my butchered ear to the room. Rick tries not to let his pity show but I feel it anyway, like a hot, stuffy blanket. Feels like I wanna disappear into the floor.

"Yes, I see. You're right." Herschel hums non-judgementally, as all doctors do. "There's nothing here I can save. How's it feeling?"

Not caring how rude I sound, I snarl, "Like it got shot the Hell off."

My ear's gone for good. All I got's an ugly little stump ain't nobody gonna like lookin' at.

"Well." He takes my anger in stride. "I'll disinfect it, but what we're looking at here is what it's going to be like for the rest of her life."

"How about her hearin'?" Dad glances at me. "Baby, you were sayin' on the way back that it was ringin', weren't ya?"

Yeah, I was. It hurt so bad I thought my head would split in two. "I guess so."

Herschel asks, "How bad is the ringing?"

"It was worse before."

"Might be tinnitus." He guesses. "Very expected. Let me go get my supplies, see if I can't get some meds for it, and I'll clean it up a bit."

As he leaves, an awkward silence takes over. None of us have anything to say until he comes back, first aid kit in hand.

"Okay. You didn't hit your head or anything when it happened, did you?" He sits, grabbing a tiny light and taking my face in his hand, turning me this way and that so he can best blind me with that thing. I shake my head no. The light clicks off. "No dizziness, vomiting, double-vision?"

"No, no, and no." I huff impatiently. "If you ain't got a magic potion in that box that'll make my ear grow back, just clean it already."

"Harley, baby, it's okay." Dad murmurs. "Ain't nobody judgin' ya. Won't be nobody judgin' ya, either."

I'm not so sure. I got my ear shot off over somethin' I was too stupid to understand, too stupid to see coming. I bet it looks disgusting, too. If that's not somethin' to be ashamed of, I'on know what is. Worst part is I have to live with it on the outside, now, as well as just on the inside.

"And if there ever is anyone," Rick adds soothingly, "Either me or Daryl will have a very strong word with 'em. I promise you that."

Words are useless, even strong ones. Don't he know that by now?

"S'like I said," I brush them both off, "Just hurry up an' clean it."

"I'll have another look at your stitches after I'm done, if that's alright."

"Sure. Do what you gotta do."

"Seems like you had a rough go of it out there." He says, dabbing some disinfectant onto a cotton ball. "A shot to the ear is nothing easy."

"Ain't none of it easy." Sophia's dead. So's Shane. So's a lotta other people. I hiss when he swipes it over my bloody half-ear. It hurts like a son of a bitch, almost as much as it did when I first saw Sophia walk outta the barn, that bullet pierce Shane's guts. "Two dead in two days."

A look of pain passes over his features. "Five, for us."

Rick asks him, "What happened here after we left?"

"We buried the bodies." He simply says, leaning back to re-saturate the cotton before continuing to wipe away the blood. His wife and step-son were in that barn. Others, too. They've lost people just like we have. "Beth hasn't taken it very well. And I'm afraid I haven't, either."

"I'm very sorry for everything that's happened these past couple days. Shane had no right to break your trust in us like that."

"Well, I imagine we won't be seeing much of him, anymore." Now for the gauze. "In a way, I'm grateful it happened."

Rick frowns. "How's that?"

"It takes a lot to survive what our world has become. I think I see that, now. I see it when I look at your group, and even when I look at Harley." He sends me a soft smile. "The girls used to shed tears whenever they got a prickle caught in their foot, and yet you're missing half an ear and you're still staying strong. I have a feeling that's not just by chance. It's grit. Seems until now, I haven't had the chance to learn to use mine."

"You said you buried them." Rick hesitates to say the next word. "Sophia?"

"Yes." He nods. "It was a peaceful ceremony. Your boy, though, he didn't attend. He said he wanted to wait until Harley got back."

Sophia in a grave. Somehow that still don't quite feel real.

Herschel finishes patching me up, making quick work of checking my stitches afterward. Apparently they're healing well. He gives me a glass of water and two small pills to take for the tinnitus, and hands the bottle to my Dad, instructing him on how often I should take them.

"Beyond that and keeping it dry, I don't have anything else for you. I should get back to Beth, now. Rick, we can talk later."

"Sure thing. Thank you."

About our arrangements here, probably, now that Sophia's dead-gone and not just gone-gone. About the horde, too.

"And Harley," He says as we turn to leave, "You're a strong girl. Don't ever lose that."

Oh. I don't have the guts to tell him I already have.

With that, he smiles politely and snaps the kit shut. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon."

As we pass the bathroom on our way out, Dad suggests, "You wanna go wash yer hair off?"

I give a nod. My ear's clean, but my hair sure ain't.

"I'll be down at camp." Rick says. "Take your time."

Dad takes up a chair in the corridor as I slip into the bathroom alone, shutting the door behind me. Thank God all that poking and prodding is over with. I couldn't stand it. As I step onto the small ladder in front of the sink and look in the mirror, I'm faced with another thing I can't stand. My reflection. It's a sorry mess, like I expected. Blood crusted to my hair. A tight jaw. Two empty, green eyes. I don't think I know who that is.

Well, it's me. I know that. It's Harley Dixon, but it's not all of her. Not the strong parts.

I pick at my hair, lift it, move it, pull it apart, raking the dried blood out and flicking it in the sink, but it just don't wanna come out. I duck my head under the faucet and try soaking it, squeezing it out like a dirty rag, but it don't wanna come out that way, either. I snatch up the brush from the counter and attack the knots with it, ouch, ouch, ouch, until it snags painfully and I just throw the damn thing across the room.

I hate this. All of it. I hide my face in my hands, peering out through my fingers at the stranger in the mirror with half an ear.

I remember the look on his face before the gunshot came. I remember him stumbling, the wet smack of Dad's fist on his cheek.

I remember her vacant eyes and her slow shuffles. I remember the gunshot for that one, too. I always do.

My gaze wonders off to the side then, landing on the pair of scissors Maggie lent me the other day.

Without any shred of hesitation, I grab them, put them to my roots, and start sawing. Krrch, Krrch, Krrch. It chews through my hair like an angry dog. Long strands fall to the floor, taking the knots of crusty blood with them. Krrch, Krrch, Krrch. Stubby locks of hair spring out above my ear as I cut, cut, cut. Krrch, Krrch, Krrch. I hack off the sides. I hack off the back. I hack off all the memories, and all the pain, and all the blood.

By the time I'm done, I'm panting like I've ran a race. I stare boldly at my new reflection.

Two green eyes, sharp and ready. A wild haircut. A frown.

I scoop all the hair off the floor and stuff it into the little waste bin in the corner before stepping back into the hallway.

When Dad notices what I've done to myself, he flinches as if he's just walked into a spiderweb. "Wh—?"

"I got the blood off."

"You—" He reaches up to feel the thick, fluffy locks as I stand between his knees. "Baby, you look like a boy."

"I don't care. Merle used to say I looked like one, anyway."

He chuckles. "Y'know ya could'a asked me for help, right?"

I shrug. "Didn't need none. Not this time."

"Guess not. You look pretty hardcore."

When his hand bumps into what's left of my ear, that awful vacuum-feeling returns to my stomach, the red returns to my cheeks. I lift my hand to hide the jagged nub, but he takes my wrist and pulls it down. I stand there like a broken vase, angry at how embarrassed I feel.

"Hardcore," He repeats with a pointed look, this time softly adding, "And still very beautiful."

I scoff. Ain't nothin' beautiful about me. "You're messin' with me."

"No. I ain't."

He leaves no room for argument. After brushing my bangs to the side and pressing a kiss to my temple, he stands and leads me outside.

Carl's jaw drops when we approach camp. "What happened to your hair? Why's it so short?"

"She asked too many questions," Dad warns him, "So I chopped it all off."

His eyes go wide as saucepans.

"He's just kidding." Lori mutters, sending Dad a look that says uh-huh, very funny, but he don't look very sorry. "Don't listen to him."

"Looks like you got on good, then." Rick smiles from his seat around the fire, amused. I can tell he's already explained the state of my missing ear to everyone by the lack of gawking and questioning, which I'm thankful for. He always thinks about things like that. "Cool new hair."

"Almost as short as Carl's." Glenn snickers, giving it a ruffle. "Didn't know Herschel was a hairdresser, too."

I tsk, batting him away. "Shut up, Glenn."

"Well, I think she looks adorable." Lori says kindly, in the way a mother talks over an annoying older brother. "It really suits her."

"Maggie brought down some soup for us to heat up just now." Rick says. "Carrot and leak. I think it's about ready, you want some?"

"Sure." Dad sits down, wrapping me in his arms as I climb onto his lap. I'm bein' clingy, but he understands why. "One long ass day, alright."

"Right about that. It's good to have you back, little nerd." T-Dog smiles earnestly.

I return it shyly. "Thanks, T."

Bowls and spoons get handed out, then a few big spoonfuls of steaming soup and a couple rice crackers each. Finally, after two days of feeling nothing but bone-crushing anxiety, I let myself enjoy some lunch with all the people still left in the world who care about me.

It's not what it used to be, but it's something.

Author's Note.

Sorry this wasn't very long 🙏 Just the group returning home and dealing with emotions.

#fanfic #angst #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon daughter #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #rick grimes #daddy issues #reader #ao3 fanfic #found family #fluff

[sebastiansluts]

non con with mafia stepdad nick fowler! dad kink and rough sex and lots of degradation Nd size kink plsie ☺️ also maybe n age gap kink is that a thing? yea

Nick Fowler x Reader; Non-con, mafia!stepdad!nick, gun kink, dad kink, rough sex, degradation, size kink, age gap, sorta breeding kink? goes with size kink

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Dad I just want to know why you're hurt-"

"Would you just fucking shut up already?" Nick yelled, waving his gun through the air wildly. You pressed your lips together, fear racing through you. "God what is it with your generation, never fucking shut their traps."

"Sorry Dad," you whispered, head bowed, but Nick grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him as he brought his gun to your throat.

"I said shut up," he whispered dangerously. You whimpered, swallowing and feeling the cold steel brush against your skin. Nick's pupils dilated as he growled, slamming his gun on the table, bringing his split lips down on yours forcefully. Hand now free, he tore at your shorts, yanking them down with your panties.

You were frozen in confusion, but when his fingers slipped between your legs and pressed into you, you tore your mouth from his and said, "Dad?"

"Fuck, yeah say it again," Nick groaned, pressing his bruised forehead against yours, fingers slipping in your wetness, rings getting coated.

"Dad what are you-"

"Nope, I don't wanna hear anything outta that stupid mouth other than 'Dad' and 'yes'. You understand me?" Nick asked, crooking his fingers and making you gasp as you answered.

"No, I-"

He released your chin and slapped you hard, cutting you off. "So help me if you say that word again, I'll shove that gun into your cunt instead of my dick," he threatened, hand back on your chin and making you look at the gun shining on the table.

Your eyes went wide and tears filled them as he asked again, "You understand me little girl?"

"Yes Dad," you replied, eyes closing and tears falling as he pulled his long fingers from you, shoving them past your lips instead. You cried as you sucked his fingers, rings warming on your lips. You gagged as he pressed them to the back of your throat, then retreated part way, doing it again with the same reaction.

"Pathetic, but expected. Fine, we'll do it your way today. You can have my cock but I'm not stretching that tight pussy any more. And I'm a lot bigger than that gun sweetheart. You sure you want my cock?" Nick asked teasingly, drawing his fingers out of your mouth slowly.

"Yes Dad," you cried, hiding your face in your hands as Nick lifted you onto the table with ease, his large hands cupping your thighs and simply depositing you on the table. He grabbed your knees, forcing them apart, making you slide forwards until your pussy was at the edge of the table.

Nick shoved your shoulders, making you squeak as you fell back, catching yourself on your elbows then falling flat as his dark look. You looked down, watching as he held your hip with one hand, the other undoing his belt and slacks, pulling out a thick, long cock.

Your cunt clenched and Nick laughed cruelly, seeing the fear in your eyes. "You can take it sweetheart, and if you can't? Well, you're still gonna take it," he shrugged and grinned, slapping his dick against your pussy a few times before pressing against your hole. "Fucking tight already," he swore, pushing in until the head popped in. "Fucking tiny pussy for me, gonna fill you up sweetheart, shit, nearly am already and I'm only half in."

You wailed at that, feeling like he was in your stomach, about to hit your throat. You couldn't breathe, and then he pushed in the rest of the way. You inhaled rapidly, choking, and he slapped a hand over your mouth as you scream-groaned.

"Told you you could take it, but fuck, you idiot, how many times do I have to tell you to shut up? Do I need to gag you?" he asked, already shoving his fingers back into your mouth. He thrust his hips steadily, other hand tight on your hip. "God you're gonna be such a good whore for me, aren't you sweetheart? Lettin' me use you, just like a little toy."

Nick's hand slipped from your mouth, dragging spit slick fingers down your throat until he was gripping your hips with both hands, fucking you hard, your ass slamming into the table edge.

"Tell me you're gonna come for me little girl, be the whore I know you are," Nick growled, high above you, face bruised and cut from his latest batch of problems with his men, the whole reason he was angry to begin with.

"Yes Dad," you sobbed, not even sure if you were lying or telling the truth but knowing something was happening inside you.

"You're so damn obedient, you'd really do anything I said wouldn't you, slut?" Nick asked, bringing his fingers to your clit and pinching.

"Yes Dad!" you shrieked, writhing as you came explosively, hearing going muffled for a few seconds. When it faded back in, Nick was swearing.

"Shit, fucking pulsing on me, Christ. I'm gonna fill up this little cunt. It's not gonna be able to take it all I bet, not my cum and my dick. Fuck, gonna just drip out of you," Nick groaned, hips stilling as he came, pressing as deeply as he could get. You exhaled roughly, stuffed full as he emptied himself inside you.

He pulled out, letting your legs fall to the floor, cum trickling down your inner thighs as you rested against the table. "Dripping, just like I said. Now get dressed and sit down, it's time for lunch."

#nick fowler #nick fowler smut #nick fowler x y/n #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x reader #smut #no y/n

[liutheri]

THEME SONGS.

1 .    CHOKEHOLD     —    sleep token.

i've seen my days unfold, done the impossible / i'll turn my walls to gold to bring you home again / so show me that which i cannot see / even if it hurts me, even if i can't sleep / oh, and though we act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake / you've got me in a chokehold

2 .   THESE STREETS    —    city wolf.

praying that you don't run out of luck / you're runnin' but the pavement's got you stuck / you've been around the block, i know; you've got the cuts to show it / smokin' like a bullet from a gun / the city got you crushed under its thumb / you're starin' at the clock, i see / your time is up; you know it / so write your name in the dust / hope they remember you 'cause these streets, they're mean / you gotta fight if you want to eat / it's blood and bone / the blacktop's got a heart of stone / they're mean, these streets / they're gonna try to take you / never let 'em break you

3.    LOST AGAIN     —    kings elliot.

now all of my nightmares are coming true / and i've seen beyond the darkest side of the moon / i've walked in the shadows but how do i run / from monsters in the mirror i'm afraid that i've become? / so why do i run for the flames? / 'cause there's no way back and they're all i have / am i, am i so lost again? / i'd give everything, but i'll never win

4 .    AN INNOCENT MAN     —    billy joel.

i know you don't wanna hear what i say / i know you're gonna keep turning away / but i've been there, and if i can survive / i can keep you alive / i'm not above going through it again / i'm not above being cool for a while / if you're cruel to me, i understand / some people run from a possible fight / some people figure they can never win / and although this is a fight i can lose / the accused is an innocent man / i am an innocent man

5 .    WAR     —    poets of the fall.

with no one wearing their real face, it's a whiteout of emotion / and i've only got my brittle bones to break the fall / when the love in letters fade, it's like moving in slow motion / and we're already too late if we arrive at all / and then we're caught up in the arms race, an involuntary addiction / and we're shedding every value our mothers taught / so will you please show me your real face? / draw the line in the horizon / 'cause i only need your name to call the reasons why i fought

tagged by:  @solitarysurvival xoxo mwah tagging: @wtrss / @reporther , @absolutehorror , @alphateamsfinest , @ubcs , @talyonis , @renalyra , @dtperez & anyone else who wants to do it. :v

#˹ 𝒊. study. ˼ — to fight for the right without question or pause‚ to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause.

[party-in-eldarya]

Where were we? Ah, in the middle of Tenjin's attack. Our team once again split and once again is in the hall. Nevra and Mathieu have just fought kitsunes. Mathieu was spotted by sentry, and the fight broke started, but boys didnt get hurt. Nevra is mad at Mathieu but generously for me he explained what happened next, so I don't have to:

Edgar, poor thing, is panicking, he wants to go back though portal.

no, but he is right. Why they waited till night? Why they leave per pedes, when they have dragon here? I do not believe that even Koori is able to lead them through snow, in darkness. She was a princess, not a scout! They should fly away on Lance's back from the roof of building, anything that would put some distance between them and Tenjin's forces and let them move fast.

And Mathieu- not that empath Erika- is calming Edgar down. He promised Edgar that everything will be fine. I wonder if it will be mentioned, because you know what happens to Edgar. I wonder if Mathieu will ever mention Edgar in ANE after that episode?

They continue. Remember when we were traveling with Chrome to Kappas' land? They reused same backgrounds, switching them every few lines of dialogue to make it seem like we progress with our journey. Wish Beemoov did same here, because reading whole pages of text with same building on a screen is... not exactly exciting. Erika finally thought about the possibility of Tenjin destroying their ship. I was first, O last of the aengels. I WAS FIRST.

too-fucking-bad that those spells are not used on people. or during various missions in TO. Wait, maybe they didn't exist before this ep? Come one, they make up rules on the go when writing the scenario.

So it makes two points for Erika. Still, I WAS FIRST. Erika thinks there is no plan B and they have to succed, and I just. Good people of tumblr. There should be plan C, D and even E. This is an important mission, it could end up catastrophic- breaking all bonds between guard and Genkaku, which, btw, is what happened. HH sent Lance, Nevra, Erika the Saint and Leiftan the Cripple (but it is hush hush), all her strongest men. She kept only Karenn (not strong/good enough to be a Shadow Leader), Jamon and Chrome to protect her people. I will just remind you that we have humans with machine guns walking around Eel. BTW, we are still using same background while game is talking to me about "walking through forests and plateau". Frugal.

The text is really chopped.

CLICK.

It's chopped like salad.

CLICK.

Which, btw, should be torn, not chopped...

CLICK.

...and def. not cut.

CLICK.

This makes me wanna throw myself from that 90 floor.

CLICK! Those were my teeth, when I facedesked one time too many while reading this chopped sentences they give us.

Anyway, change of background. Yay. Erika admits that it's 10-metres visibility. And they picked mountains route. Good luck.

Wow, a chance to change my LoM with Leiftan. I have already got 100% with Leiftan, but decided against asking him for help in case it will make him hate me forever. Beemoov taught me well in this case. Erika showed once again that she doesn't know her man: Leiftan would never "freak out" and started screaming at her, or- in this situation- at anybody. He was always portrayed in TO as professional, and he lost his nerve only when facing losing Erika or Erika's love. Erika decides to put on her shield (wasn't it glowing? in the darkness? when there is ambush awaiting for them? without asking her leader if he is ok with it? Go on girl, prove to me that you are indeed the Dumb Sister). Famous last words? here:

About that part of the road that was very hard for all of the party to pass:

And Lance transports them above the peak or whatever it was. In small groups, because. Beemoov, a piece of advice: next game let your artists discuss details with writers because IT MAKES NO SENSE. You draw Lance in his dragon form as huge, majestic creature that could take 6 people without a sweat, and yet it is impossible in your story.

Anyway.

The ambush. Shield worked, btw, but still, me thinks that Erika the Dumbass should have discussed things with Nevra. Oh? Nevra mentions that she should tell him. Point for Nevra.

They are jumping off the cliff. Allow me once again:

Is it because of Gardienne's shield (so everyone should be close to it) or did HH told Nevra she has some plans for her and needs her to be alive? (still hoping for villain HH).

Kitsunes await us near the boat. The backgrounds in night are marvelous in ANE:

... and he pulls out the sword. I guess they abandoned any thought on diplomatic mission on those grounds in next century? As @heyseihai mentioned, the Guard in TO wasn't allowed to intervene if not asked. Sure, it could have changed after Crystal BS, but it would be nice and necessary to mention it. Because it changes whole dynamic between Eldarya lands and Eel Guard.

goddamnit. you have word limits and you waste it on THIS and stappler?

I know, I know. She has done well with shield, it worked, and it is shame that neither Nevra, Lance nor Mathieu thought about asking her to do it. But still, it's Erika, the weakest link in any chain!

BTW suddenly Nevra asks everyone to protect Edgar. Nice, but I still remember him wanting to leave Edgar behind. Probably bad writing, but with smarter plot it would mean that Nevra realized Edgar was a source of informations about present time Earth. Or a snack to send home to mommy dearest.

Edgar is not buying this. Same Edgar, same.

Nevra reminds us why we are here (not to fight, but to get to safety of our ship), and I will stop for a moment: why exactly we are here? What was the point of this mission? To take samples of portal? Well, one Shadow stealthy spy could have done it. Why take Koori? Why they didn't fly on Lance to Orodruina Mountain?

And then Tenjin attacks. Honestly, I do not understand why now and here. Kitsunes should have attacked ouour group during mountains' crossing, grab Koori and run. So far Guardmen didn't break deal with Tenjin (that 24 hours deal), and well, Koori's case should be discussed with HH. If Guard was somewhat competent and strong what he has done should doomed his dynasty and kingdom. Unless the rule of "no intervention unless asked" from TO is still in the air. Then- WOops, HH.

Erika did quite well during fight, Edgar...

Mah baby!

BTW... To a person who wrote battle scene: stop. Do not drink and write. You try to make a dramatic build up for Edgar to die, to lull us into false belief that the worst is behind us. But for ffs don't do it like this! These are adult plp, how can I treat Erika seriously when she is bragging about defeating three opponents IN THE MIDDLE OF BATTLEFIELD!!? she got a task of protecting Edgar, and yet she wastes time on screaming to him "not bad huh?". Beemoov, she was suposed to be an adult, not a 14 years old teen.

You know what I like? I like that they made Lance being just very powerful. Able to fight many opponents and survive, but not making him superman. HOWEVER, it clashes with what they said so far in TO and ANE. They made dragons being a god-likes, so him almost losing to turkeys is laughable.

Erika tries to intimidate Tenjin, only to be totally ignored. She could have try to put that shield on Koori and Edgar and cry for help? Could work better? It was a bit sad that Tenjin didn't pay any attention to her trying to be girlboss and everything.

Koori uses her powers in the best way: she trapped Erika in an illusion, caused Mathieu to halucinate and wander aimlessly. It worked on some Tenjin's troupes too but at what cost? What a dumb bitch. They really should have left her in Eel or at least discuss what everyone CAN and SHOULD do during emergency.

^ that's Mathieu's state. He is surrounded by enemies, delirious. Well done, Koori. Anyway, woot woot ANOTHER CHOICE! I screamed for Leiftan's help, Nevra got hurt, Lance saved the Mathieu:

... and wtf. Koori didn't throw away stones. No one will mention it, right? And she will make huge party next episode, like her decision didn't make this fight more difficult, like Edgar didn't die? OH, but Pretty Princesses cannot do wrong in eldarya (unless they are Miiko, they couldn't be that obvious with Miko's self insert).

Anyway, Tenjin was behind u on a battlefield, but suddenly he is in front of us, standing on our the way to a boat. And then he screams to withdraw, no doubts- into the ocean. I cannot imagine topography of this battlefield. But the deed is done- Edgar is dead, killed by Tenhin who suddenly decided to notice our Erika. Could be nice to have a good healer, right? Or someone with shield (well, years of playing cleric in BG have changed me). BTW, Mathieu DID remember about his promise to Edgar:

Erika is shocked. She keep on repeating how she promised Edgar that everything will be fine. See, that could and should give us a moment of awareness that Eldarya is NOT a nice world, and that Erika is NOT an important person here, at least not really. That splendor, her own statue and status of semi-goddess means nothing next to corpse of someone whom she failed. Erika had lead a very save and sheltered life on Earth so this could be a moment when she starts missing her previous life, when no one near her died murdered by psychopath. And either she will mourn her "innocence" or try to get stronger for real. Alas, we wont' get this development. On a boat:

Spoilers: it won't, and what report? All you have are your guesses. You do not have any evidence but samples from one portal. You didn't even manage to bring a witness, who in theory, could have had some infos of what is happening on Earth. You broke and ties with Genkaku, got your leader hurt. You failed on all levels. This mission was a failure.

Also, Beemoov should have made Leiftan fight with weapon only. Nevra would still be mad about him not using powers, but at least that would make sense. FFS, Tenjin almost killed Erika! What was the point of Leiftan going for the mission? How he wanted to protect Erika? He is a warrior, he can fight without his powers! Now, back to horny Erika:

Wait, did I miss something? I always picked lines that were closest to "I want to be with you", why is Erika so surprised? Did they switched writers again in the middle of... first half of season? Did the writer lose their notes? Why is Erika so shocked that man she was in love with, is still dear to her? Theory that Erika got colonized by Crystal, is no longer a "living" creature and thus human emotions are now quite alien to her- intensifies.

The ending and Erika's thoughts about Leiftan are written by someone who knows TO just from summaries: how is Leiftan gentle? Why is MY Gardienne, who was in an intimate relationship with him for months admits to herself that he is, indeed, quite attractive? WHOLE ANE IS WRITTEN SOLELY FOR NEW PLAYERS. For them was an info about Nevra avoiding fighting, prioritizing stealth. For them Erika has now epiphany about her lover being hot, and forgetting that he was a bloody murderer, who semi-faked his friendly persona. (No wonder he is awkwardly looking into ocean, he hears her thoughts after all. )

Someone in Beemoov at the end of this episode:

quickly, we have to add some SEXXXXX to keep our games "mature", and what is better than making our MC do this

Yes, that's always the best course when a man dies next to you. I will keep it in mind when I will go back to work.

THE END THANKS THE FUCKS.

#playing ane what a joy #ANE SPOILERS #RANT

[elisetherogue]

Nobody asked but you chose to follow someone interested in gamedev and the topic's coming up again. Here's how I would personally handle weapon durability.

I think the main thing that I would change is honestly just a shifting of perspective. Most tools work /fine/ with little to no maintainance, they won't work great, but they'll do. To me proper, regular maintainance of your weapons and equipment is a labor of love, it shows that care about keeping your things in tip top shape and should be rewarded.

For this reason, instead of a "Repair" skill, I'd probably include a skill called Maintainance and, instead of items starting at 100% effectiveness and going down until broken, items in my theoretical game would stay at 100% as a baseline, but regular maintainance would increase their effectiveness to 120-150% depending on your skill level. This ostensibly changes nothing, it's literally the WoW Rest XP Rebrand™ but players have a natural tendency to want to play efficiently and so if they see a way to get more use out of their items and it's not too resource/time intensive, they'll do it.

This gives players more agency to use the durability system if they want to and ignore it if they don't wanna mess with it, and reflects on their character and playstyle depending on what they choose to do. Players who invest in their equipment reap rewards while people who chose not to maintain their gear aren't punished by anything but lost potential.

I think I still would want to punish players in some way for not maintaining their gear, though. Player choices should be rewarded AND punished and if you're told to equipment maintainace is important and ignore it anyways, that should come up somehow. But the thing about breaking equipment is that real world items don't really have durability the same way video game items do. Your stuff doesn't linearily decrease in performance in a predictable way and then just stop working, you just don't dust your computer for a couple years and suddenly it burns your fucking house down. Not maintaining your stuff leads to sudden, catastrophic damage, often when you least expect it.

To reflect this, I would turn it into a scripted event that happens maybe 2-3 times in game at some random point. The game would run a simple check, If your weapons durability is at its lowest point, AND you've never maintained it, then in that specific moment it breaks. This is good, I think, because it reflects the catastrophic nature of equipment failure. Your stuff isn't just going to wear down over time if you don't maintain it, it's just gonna break one day.

The fact that it's a scripted sequence also makes it cool, because it allows me as the designer to set up a situation where you're at a disadvantage, but you CAN still survive. Maybe the sequence is a bar fight and someone draws a gun on you, you draw back, fire, click, oh fuck, and now you have to get by with broken bottles and pool cues. Maybe you've just gatta get by with just your fists, maybe you're even forced to run away. This encounter could have been incredibly easy but because of your poor planning now you're losing and gonna either get really hurt, or have to run away, or lose something important.

These are just some ideas, I've got no real way to test them, but I kinda wanted to get them out there in some form. Let me know if this sounds cool or if it feels like I'm off the mark, or how you'd do things differently because I'm genuinely interested.

[television-pil0t]

When he finally leaves so I can have a severe breakdown that’s been building up.

God I feel awful. I hope he’s ok. I can’t keep helping him we have the same problem man. My parents suck to. My bf doesn’t understand either! IM SCARED TO OPEN UP TO MY BF TO! ITS BECOMING TO MUCH FOR ME TO! I’m sorry. I can’t help you when I have no idea how to help myself. I get mad because my bf talks to other people to. I get so jealous I push myself to. I hurt myself because he doesn’t need me to. I don’t know how to get you to stay. I want you to stay. I want you to keep talking to me because your pain makes me feel less alone. We both wanna kill ourself so bad man. I don’t have a plan like you. I don’t know what’s next. I CANT MAKE BY MYSELD EITHER FUCK IM SORRY EVERY TIME YOU VENT TO ME I JUST TELL YOU “talk to your friends! TALK TO YOUR BF! BUT SHIT I CANT DO THAT! You tell me “I’m gonna fucking do it I can’t take it anymore” but I’d I said that to my bf HE WOULDNT GIVE A SHIT! HES FUCKING DONE! HE FUCK FUCK FUCK IM SORRY I CANT HELP YOU IM IN WORSE! I’m in fucking deeper. You got to your month anniversary with your bf AND IVE BEEN IN MY RELATIONSHIP FOR 3 YEARS! Three fucking years! It’s hard for me to man! Idk how to keep going either! Idk how I’m gonna be a adult! Idk how to tell my friends that I’m suicidal either man I DONT FUCKING KNOW! I have no idea what I’m gonna do in a year! OR A MONTH! OR A DAY FROM NOW! All I do is the same thing you do. I feel like I’m not good at anything to! I feel useless too! I FEEL SO FUCKING UNLOVED TO MAN AND IDK WHAT TO DO ANYMORE EITHER! I’m sorry I can’t help you as much as other people can but god at least you HAVE other people. I hope you take my advice. I hope YOUR bf helps you. I hope your ok. I hope you didn’t SH to bad again. I hope you don’t do it Saturday. I know my bf would be so fucking sad and I can’t deal with that. I can’t deal with the secrets and the lies and the insecurity either man! I CANT DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE THAN YOU CAN! I’m scared to. I’m so so so fucking scared and now I have nobody to talk about it to. I hope someone can help you. I looked out the window of my apartment and all I can think of is getting a gun and just getting it over with. He makes account after account to just hide from me because he dosnt fucking trust me. He keeps so fucking much from me it’s agonizing. I’m tired of crying to man! IM TIRED OF ALL OF IT TO! I DONT FUCKING KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO! GOD I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO! I hate screaming while crying it gives me a headache. I hate limping when I walk after punching myself. I hate the way he didn’t tell me he loved me back for 2 days I hate the way he treated me for a year I hate the way I grew up. I hate myself. I hate being a failure. I hate being as jealous as I am. I HATE THAT HE DOSNT POST ABOUT ME! I hate the fact that he’s talked shit about me to all his family and don’t even wanna tell THAT mf that we’re dating because “I just don’t wanna hear his lecture” WELL WHOS FAULT WAS IT THAT HE SEES ME IN SUCH A FUCKED UP LIGHT! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM! I hate how I feel! I hate that I remember it all! The good and the bad. I hate when I draw! I hate my voice. I hate my body. I hate being touched. I hate THAT I ASK FOR TO MUCH TO! WE BOTH ASK FOR TO MUCH FROM OUR PARTNERS! I DONT KNOW! I don’t know. It’s been 3 years and idk what to do! I know I ask for to much and I haven’t even asked anything of him yet besides comfort and HES DONE GIVING ME THAT! I feel so hopeless. So fucking alone. So tired all the time. Maybe I should make a plan. With all the mental flashes of shooting myself in the jaw maybe I’ll do that. I have no idea what to do. AHHH I DONT WANNA DIE THO! I DONT WANNA DIE I JUST WANT SOMETHING I CANT HAVE! ILL NEVER HAVE! WHEN HE LEAVES ME AGAIN IM JUST GONNA BE ALONE! Just like I said when we first started dating “I swore I was gonna die alone” shit! I AM! I get tired of everyone so quickly. I’m so needy. I’m either obsessed to the point of neglecting myself or I’m selfish to the point of them leaving. I’m a piece of shit that deserves this fucking life. This god damn hell I put myself in. I miss my mom.