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riveramorylunar · 1 year

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𝕄𝕪 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖

Pairings: Headless Headmistress Nora Bloodgood x Human Reader, Ghoul friends x Human Reader(Platonic)

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff, height difference, age difference, yelling & slightly angry Nora

Pet Names/Nicknames: Darling, Mi Amor(My Love), Handsome & Cara Mia(My Beloved)

Word Count: 1,505

It was Valentine's Day and a birthday. Y/N was turning 19 this year and on Valentine's Day. Y/N had a secret that no one knew about at all. She was dating the Headmistress of Monster high Nora Bloodgood. The only ones who knew were her ghoul friends which were quite a lot of monsters. Y/N and Nora had matching rings on their middle fingers that they always wore. On the inside of the ring there was a date engraved when the two got together. On the outside they had each other's initials. Nora was a good 9 inches taller than Y/N making her 6'3 so Y/N was 5'6. Y/N was planning on surprising Nora at work today with the help of all of her ghoul friends.

Clawd and Deuce were supposed to ask Bloodgood for "help" with the decorations in the catacombs while Frankie, Clawdeen, Draculaura, Cleo, Ghoulia, Abbey and Lagoona decorated the whole school. Jinafire, Skelita and Venus snuck Y/N in as the four girls giggled. Bloodgood was back in her office by then and the rest of the ghouls met up with the four. "Y/N YOUR HERE" Draculaura shouted and Frankie covered Draculaura's mouth. "Don't shout it will echo" Frankie said and Y/N giggled before the shorter girl rushed over and hugged Y/N tightly. Draculaura pulled away before looking up at Y/N. "I still can't believe we have the exact same birthday maybe we're long lost relatives" she said causing the group to laugh. "Drac I don't think that would be possible Y/N's Human and you're a vampire" Clawd said wrapping an arm around Draculaura. She pouted causing Y/N to smile down at her. "Well we don't have to be the same species to be long lost relatives" Y/N said before she winked at Draculaura who giggled.

The group made their way to Bloodgood's office that was now decorated with Valentines decorations. "She's gonna be so happy to see you even though she doesn't show it we definitely know she is" Cleo said and Y/N just shook her head while smiling. Once they reached Bloodgood's office Frankie knocked on the door. Y/N hid behind all her friends as Draculaura stood beside her. The door opened and Bloodgood looked at everyone before narrowing her eyes. "What's wrong why are all of you here is there something wrong with the decorations again" Nora said and everyone smiled before stepping aside. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Y/N standing there. Even though Draculaura was smaller she was able to push Y/N towards Nora without trouble.

"Hi Cara Mia" Y/N said as she smiled up at Nora. Y/N's smile widened when she saw a faint blush cross Nora's face from that nickname. Y/N's ghoul friends awed with heart eyes and Nora snapped out of it. "Get out of here" Nora said to Y/N's friends and they all giggled and chuckled before leaving. "Aw don't be so mean to them No-" before Y/N could finish she was pulled into Nora's office. Nora slammed the door shut behind her before wrapping Y/N up in a hug. "I missed you so much Mi Amor" Nora whispered out and Y/N immediately hugged back. "I missed you too handsome" Y/N said right before she was nudged in the back. She looked over her shoulder to see nightmare waiting. Y/N pulled away slightly and Nightmare walked over. "I won't forget about you cutie" Y/N said as she stroked Nightmares snout making her neigh.

"Happy Valentines day and Happy birthday" Nora said causing Y/N to look up at her. Nora was holding a box filled with red and white heart shaped gummies and some red and white roses. "OH" Y/N said before she smiled and took the items. Nightmare nudged Y/N again causing her to smile. "What you want a gummy" Y/N said and Nightmare nodded. "Too bad they're all for me" Y/N said as she booped the horse's nose. Nightmare stomped her hoof on the ground while huffing causing Y/N to smirk. "You two act like absolutely children" Nora said causing the two to look at her. "Well Nightmare is 3 years old so she technically is a child" Y/N said as she sat down on Nora's desk. Nora rolled her eyes before walking up to Y/N and kissing her on the lips. Y/N wrapped her legs around Nora before pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Before they could continue Nightmare neighed and stomped her hooves onto the ground. Y/N groaned against Nora's lips causing the older woman to chuckle before pulling away. "You should really give one of the gummies to her she won't stop until you do" the Headmistress said causing Y/N to roll her eyes. "Fine whatever" Y/N said as she took a gummy out of the box before holding it out for Nightmare who took it and ate it. "Happy now" Y/N said and Nightmare neighed while nodding her head.

"So how'd you sneak over here without anyone seeing" Nora said as she looked down at Y/N who was eating some of the gummies. "Oh I had some help" Y/N said as she smirked before holding a gummy out for Nora who was still standing in front of Y/N. Nora leaned down and was about to take it from Y/N's hand when the door opened. "AW HOW CUTE" someone shouted. Nora straightened up before snatching the gummy from Y/N's hand causing the girl to smirk. Nora turned around to see Frankie and Clawdeen standing in the doorway smiling. "What are you two doing here shouldn't you be getting ready for the Valentine's party" she growled out and the two smirked. "We're already done we're just waiting for the three guests of honor to arrive" Clawdeen said before looking behind Nora to see Y/N sitting on the desk. "We'll be there shortly" Nora slightly growled out and the two nodded before dashing off. "Don't be mad at them Cara Mia" Y/N said as she grabbed Nora's face. Bloodgood looked at Y/N before sighing. "Alright we should get going" Nora said making Y/N confused. "Go where" Y/N said as she hopped off of Bloodgood's desk. "It's a surprise" Nora said as she grabbed Y/N's hand and interlocked their fingers together.

The two made their way down to the catacombs making Y/N confused. "Why are we in the catacombs" Y/N asked and Nora just continued walking. "You'll find out soon" she said before she took a skeleton key out and put it into the heart shaped wall. She turned the key and the door opened. The two walked in and Y/N heard the wall shut behind her making her gulp. "Is this where you kill me" Y/N said and Nora barked out a laugh before looking at Y/N with tears in her eyes. "No darling why would I do that" Nora asked and Y/N shrugged her shoulders. Nora shook her head before they arrived at the huge cave. It was pitch black making Y/N squint her eyes to try and see. "Why is it so dar-" before Y/N could finish candles lit up and monsters jumped out from everywhere shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to Y/N causing her to gasp. "Happy birthday birthday buddy" Draculaura said as she hugged Y/N from the side. Y/N looked down before hugging Draculaura back.

Y/N was stuffing her face full with food when Deuce and Cleo walked over. "Where's Headmistress Bloodgood at" Cleo asked causing Y/N to look up. "She's over there sitting at a table" Y/N said pointing to one of the tables that were far away from the students. "Why isn't she right here with you" Deuce said and Y/N chuckled. "She doesn't like showing her soft side in front of all the other students you should know that by now" Y/N said and the three laughed before Y/N headed back to the table with a plate of human food. Y/N sat down next to Nora who looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "That's sure a lot of food" she said and Y/N smiled before nodding her head. "Yeah thought we could share some" Y/N said as she held out a French fry for Nora.

Y/N ghoul friends all watched as Nora took the fry from Y/N hand before eating it. They watched as the two giggled and smiled at each other while occasionally feeding each other. "They're so cute together" Skelita said as they all watched Y/N giggle at something Nora said. "They're meant to be" C.A. Cupid said and everyone nodded. "They truly are Happy Valentines guys" Frankie said and everyone said happy Valentines back.

A/N:Happy Valentines Day everyone and here you go @notmanagingmymischief

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bountydroid · 1 month

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Darlin' pt 6

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 7 (SMUT)

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Romance)

Description: Cooper and Reader feel the effects of the radiation.

Notes: My tags are still goofy I don't know what is going on I am sorry. When I am writing the post your profile comes up and I click on it but then when I post it it doesn't work? Help? You guys may have to just keep an eye on my posts. :(

Cooper still hasn't told us where he is taking us yet. The sun seemed to get extra hot as the day went on. I knew the irradiation of the river was starting to hit me, just like it was the vaultie. We both had sunken, dark eyes and pale skin. Radiation sickness was starting to set in. Cooper made sure I stayed close to him, his eyes only leaving me to bark at the vaultie when she slowed.

"This damn sun," I whined.

Without saying a word, Cooper took off his hat and dropped it on my head. I smiled ear to ear, the idea of wearing his hat filling me with joy. "Thanks, Coop."

His footsteps stuttered at the nickname. Little did I know, it brought back a flood of memories that were long forgotten. "Just don't lose it, darlin'." He mumbled.

The show of affection filled me with a burst of energy, adding some pep to my step as we trekked along in the sand. Eventually, we happened upon a small, derelict town. The old homes were covered almost half up their sides with sand. The houses now were all the same tan color as the ground, a reminder of the harshness of the wastelands. We walked up to a building with "Westside Medical Clinic" written on a big sign out front. As soon as we stopped walking we heard it. The yelling.

"Roger! My name... is Roger!" A voice roared from inside the building.

The three of us exchanged looks before Cooper pushed the vaultie towards the door, making her go first. "Stay behind me, sugar." He said quietly to me.

We slowly continued into the building as the snarling grew closer. The vaultie hesitated, not wanting to get any closer to the danger inside. This caused Cooper to give her another harsh shove. The fear swirling in my stomach made me feel like I was going to throw up. I grabbed onto the back of Cooper's coat for purchase. We finally made our way into the room where the voice was coming from. A man, or a ghoul, was sitting in the sand, mumbling and snarling.

"Hey Rog," Cooper greets him.

"Hey. Hey." the man laughs, relieved to see his friend. "Fancy seeing you here. You out for that bounty, too, huh?"

"Yep," Cooper responds as he knelt in front of his friend.

You all stand there in silence for a bit, listening to Roger snarl and whip his head around.

"Oh, shit," Roger says between wails.

"How you feelin’?" Cooper asks quietly, already knowing the answer.

"Oh... you know," Roger replied. "It's hard out here. Dang smoothies can be so unkind. I see you got some smoothies of your own." He says as he looks over at the vaultie and me in the corner. "That one is cute with your hat on."

I give him a small smile as a blush warms my cheeks. "You like it? I'm thinking of keeping it." I say, trying to lighten the mood.

Roger lets out a gleeful laugh, "Oh, I hope she rubs off on you. Keep her around."

Cooper smiles in response, "Plan on it."

Roger cried out again, ripping the smiles off everyone's faces.

"You're turning," Cooper says reluctantly, he exchanges a worried look with you.

"Yeah maybe, maybe." Roger says on the verge of tears, "Maybe. Hey, you don't happen to have any vials, do you? Just one little puff and I'll be back on my feet. You know I'm good for it." Roger pleaded.

"I'm sorry Roger I am all out," Cooper says, looking sorrowful.

"That's okay. That's okay." Roger mumbles. "Though, um, you and your smooth-faced friends, you um... you might want to clear out before things get ugly."

Roger started to snarl again, he was growing louder and louder. It was horrible to watch. "Is this what will happen to Cooper?" I thought to myself.

"I did okay. 28 years since I first started showing," Roger said, before snarling again. "Oh, hell! Not as long as you are though." He pointed proudly at Cooper, "You've outlasted us all. How long since you first started wastelanding?"

"A long time," Cooper responds while shaking his head.

"That's a lot of vials," Roger said quietly.

"Well I've always been good at making money, Roger." Cooper exhales as he stands up. "Say, you remember how good food used to taste?"

"Yeah, BlamCo Mac and Cheese!" Roger says excitedly.

"Ice Cream and Apple Pie." Cooper countered.

"Hot damn! Apple Pie." Roger said, joy lighting up his face, even making the vaultie smile. "You know my mother used to-"

Before he could finish, Cooper shot Roger threw the head with no warning. I stumbled back in shock, tripping and falling on my butt and landing in the sand.

"Why did you do that?" The vaultie asked with tears in her eyes. "He was sick."

Cooper ignores her and starts making his way toward me while he holsters his gun. My eyes were glued to the man, lifeless on the ground.

"Darlin'." Cooper says pulling me from my thoughts and he crouches in front of me.

I look up at him with weeping eyes. "He...." I trailed off. I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry," I whispered as the tears started to fall down to my chest.

"Don't be sorry, darlin'. Can you do something for me?" He asked calmly.

"Yeah." I managed to respond between sniffles.

"Wait in the hallway." He replies, rubbing my shoulder reassuringly. I give him a confused look before he starts talking again, "I don't want you to see this."

Realization washes over me. "You gonna eat him?"

"Just - just wait in the hallway." He says as he pulls me up to my feet. "Okay?"

"Okay," I mumble as I slowly make my way out of the room. I lean up against the wall and close my eyes. It's only a minute before I hear the vaultie begging.

"Stop. Stop Stop." The vaultie pleaded, "Please, I know it's hard out here but you don't, you don't have, you don't have to resort to... to..."

"What'd you say your name was?" Cooper asks her.

"Lucy MacLean." The vaultie replies hesitantly.

"MacLean?" Cooper asks a hint of recognition in his voice. "Huh. Well, Lucy MacLean, it ain't all peaches and marmalade left up here, sweetheart. Sometimes a fella gotta eat another fella."

Even from the hallway, I could hear the squishing from whatever he was doing in there. I felt nausea settle into my stomach, whether from the radiation or what Cooper was doing in the other room, I didn't know.

"You know, my vault has endured hardship too," Lucy said, pushing back. In the great plague of '77, everyone had to quarantine, they couldn't work the farms together, people starved. My mother included. My dad dropped to 128 pounds, and he still refused to do anything like this."

Cooper let out a deep chuckle at her words.

"What? What's so funny?" She asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"Well, there's what people say they did and what they really did." Cooper said, his accusation heavy in the air. "I'll bet your daddy was first in line at the cookout. I bet he had a bib with a drawing of his neighbor's ass on there."

"How do you live like this?" Lucy asks. "You obviously know it's wrong you sent her to the other room. So how do you do it? Why keep going?"

I open my eyes slowly at the mention of me. I didn't know if I could ever live like that, so Lucy's question piqued my interest as well. There was a heavy silence as I heard Cooper's footsteps making his way across the room.

"Well, one good question deserves another," Cooper responds, his voice was dark, sending a shiver down my spine. "Why the fuck am I doin' all the work? Now come on vaultie, ass jerky don't make itself."

This was a side of Cooper that I had not seen since the night we met. Ruthless. Cruel. It made me wonder was this who he really was. Or was the sweetness he has shown me his true self? It was probably a little bit of both. The silence in the building was deafening. It was a moment before I heard Lucy's soft footsteps in the sand.

"She is actually gonna do it." I thought to myself in horror, letting out a soft gasp.

Once they made their way out of the room, Lucy's hands were covered in blood and she had an empty expression on her face. She was clearly traumatized by what she had to do to Roger. Cooper didn't look at me as they made their way past. "Come on, darlin'."

It felt like forever since the incident with Roger, but it was hard to forget as his skin hung from Cooper's pack. The three of us hiked in silence, tension had returned to Cooper and me as neither of us knew what to say to the other. Cooper had started coughing some time ago. This filled me with dread, we needed to get him some Jet fast. Let alone, myself. I was getting sicker by the minute as I struggled with the poisoning from the river. My feet dragged in the sand behind Cooper as I struggled to keep up.

Cooper dipped his canteen into some water pooled in an old barrel. My chest filled with jealousy. I ran out of water some time ago and the lack of food and water was becoming painful. He made eye contact with Lucy as she watched him drink. This wasn't the first time he had teased her about her lack of water. Desperate for a sip, she fell to her knees in front of the water, scooping it into her mouth.

"Now you're gettin' it." Cooper mused as he watched her. "How does that golden rule jibe with what's goin' through your head right now?"

"What are you?" Lucy asked angrily.

"Oh I'm you, sweetie, just give it a little time." He responded.

"Because of the radiation poisoning?" I asked, my voice cracking from dehydration.

Cooper turned to me with a serious look on his face, "Not gonna happen to you darlin'."

I gave him a small nod before I squeaked out, "Okay." I trusted him completely.

As a coughing fit took over the ghoul, Lucy took her chance to make a run for it. I was torn between chasing after her and staying to comfort Cooper. Cooper started waving after her, signaling for me to chase her.

"Hey! Stop!" I yelled as I ran after her.

As we rounded the corner, she stopped to stare at the huge crater in the ground. I ran up next to her as I also marveled at the sight. I had never seen anything like that before. Suddenly, Cooper's lasso secured itself around Lucy's midsection as he pulled her down onto the ground.

"Where you think you're goin'? You ain't goin' nowhere." Cooper said as he stepped over her, leaning down to grab her face.

Lucy immediately responded by biting onto his finger and ripping it off with her teeth.

"Oh my god?!" I gasped out as I ran toward them. "Cooper."

He continued to keep his attention on Lucy. "There you are, you little killer." He said as he lifted her to her feet before grabbing ahold of her matching finger and cutting it off with his knife. "Now that right there is the closest thing to an honest exchange that we've had so far." He pocketed her finger before reaching down to pick up his own. "Here darlin'," He said as he handed me the rope that was tied to Lucy.

I hesitantly took it as I watched him rummage around in his pack for a small rag to wrap his finger in.

"You don't hurt, right?" I asked him.

"Don't feel a thing, sugar." He said smiling as he took the rope back from me.

This exchange seemed to have depleted Lucy's resolve completely as she quietly obeyed from there on out. It wasn't long after that that we reached an old building with the word SuperDuperMart written on it. It was surrounded by a broken-down fence and had some old cars in the front of the building. I was nervous, but Cooper's confidence calmed me as we approached the building.

"Transaction," Cooper said as he pressed on some sort of communication device. He threw his bag into the dirt next to him. He looked tired.

"Yes?" Someone responded.

"Two month's supply of vials. Exchange one female mint condition." He stated before looking over at Lucy's hand, "Near mint condition."

"Condition grading requires physical evaluation. Please send her in." The voice responded, there was something strange about the voice that I couldn't recognize. It almost didn't sound human.

The door to the building buzzes and slowly opens. Lucy watched it with concern evident in her eyes, "What's in there?" She asked.

"You're about to find out," Cooper replies as he cuts the rope that bound her wrists.

"You're selling me?" Lucy asks, a look of disbelief on her face.

Cooper pulls a gun from his hip and cocks it, "You got problems out here too, sweetheart. Best you try your luck behind that door. Go on." He says as he shoves her.

I watch on from behind Cooper as Lucy shuffles her way into the building, giving a nervous look back before she enters.

Once she enters, Cooper deflates. He was obviously putting on a show for her. Pretending he wasn't as sick as he really was. "Y/n?"

"Cooper?" I ask breathlessly.

Instead of responding, the ghoul collapsed.

"Cooper!" I yell out as I shake him. His eyes are open and he's still awake but for some reason, he was not able to move.

I pushed the button he was using to communicate with the man inside the building. "He can't wait he needs it now!" Only to get no response. "We will give you another person! A female near mint conditon." I say, describing myself.

Cooper whispered out, "No." I could barely hear him.

I crouch down next to him and place his hat next to him, "It's my turn to take care of you." I declared, giving him a sad smile.

I took his gun and tried to shoot the door to break it. I had never used a gun before, so it took me a minute or two to figure out. The glass, however, appeared to be bulletproof.

"Shit," I mumbled before placing the gun on the ground.

I then decided to try and pry the door open with no such luck. I run between the cars around us, searching for anything I can use to open the door. In one of them, I find a crowbar. "Yes!" I yell happily as I run back to the door. I wrestled with it for a while before I finally was able to get the crowbar inside, finally, I had some progress. I yelled out in frustration as I tried to open the door. It was the heaviest thing I have ever felt in my life. Moving it just an inch took more strength than I had, especially in my state.

After a couple minutes of struggling, I collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. I looked over at Cooper only to see he hadn't loved an inch. "Cooper?" I call out as I crawl towards him. I sit next to him and gently lift his head onto my lap, rolling him onto his back. "You'll be okay," I say quietly before looking up at the door. I was hoping that soon they would come out to give him the vials he was owed. The silence felt like it had been going on forever when there were suddenly gunshots coming from inside the building. I help Cooper a little closer, afraid and confused. I grabbed his gun again and held it close to my side.

"I've got you, Coop," I whispered to him.

The building then went silent again. There was a moment before Lucy strolled out the door, covered in blood.

"Lucy? What happened?" I gasp.

"They were going to harvest my fucking organs!" She yelled angrily as she sauntered over to us.

I shakily hold up my gun, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"He doesn't get these, he turns into one of those? That how it works?" She asked, holding up a couple vials.

I lower the gun and start begging. "Please, Lucy."

She crouches down next to him and contemplates for a moment before saying to Cooper, "I may end up looking like you... but I'll never be like you." Before getting up, she gently puts some vials in my hand. "Golden rule, motherfuckers."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" I cry out happily as I start rummaging through Cooper's pockets searching for his inhaler. "I've got you, I've got you.." I kept repeating as I shakily put the vial in the inhaler and hold it up to his mouth. It takes a couple tries, but ultimately, he gets ahold of it and breathed in the contents. I make a happy squeak as he starts to move again.

He lets out a soft wheeze before saying 'Why the hell would you do that?"

"What?" I asked him confused.

"You were going to fucking sell yourself? For me?" He states angrily as he sits up to a sitting position.

"Well-" I start.

"Well, nothing. Never do that again." He shouts as he stands, pulling me up by my collar. The fear on my face softened him as he released my shirt with a sigh, "I ain't worth it, darlin'."

"You are to me," I say quietly. "You are never getting rid of me."

He lets out a small laugh as he smiles wearily, his resolve dimishing. "You are way too good for me, sugar."

"Well too bad, Cooper. You've got me." I say as kiss him on the cheek.

Just as I was pulling away he grabbed hold of my hip "Come here." He says as his lips crash into mine.

I let out a squeak in surprise before I started to return the kiss. It was sloppy and heated, filled with pent-up emotions. It was everything I wanted.

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yandere-wishes · 2 months

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𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙

❤️‍🩹Characters: Yandere! MH Ghouls x GN! Reader

❤️‍🩹Summary: There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. You're an eldritch creature living amongst monsters. A piece of you lives within each of them. And a piece of each of them lives inside you...

❤️‍🩹Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, Body horror in Frankie's part, slight gore and blood in the rest, angst, super cryptic.

❤️‍🩹Could be read as romantic or platonic.

I am a monster, for now and forever. I am a monster, what a terrible being.〜♡॰ॱ

There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. ~❣✧❣

⚡︎Frankie Stein ⚡︎

There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. Frankie is desperate to unravel it. To crack it open. She feels you in every one of her limbs. Feels you in the stems of her patchwork heart. That has to account for something right?

Your melancholy seeps through you, tainting the tiles in shades of gold.

Frankie blames the binding of your skin, she's always found it too loose.

Nothing extramundane, to tether your essence within yourself. She wouldn't mind taking you apart and stitching you back together. Recreating you into something perfect. She's grown wry of watching you crack your ribcage open, shoving astral celestials where your heart should be. You mutter things, things she doesn't understand, things she's scared she'll never understand. Her bones rattle, a rouge spark runs down her spine. Every piece of you haunts her...

Frankie use to believe, verily childishly, that parts of her were salvaged from you. She knows now that that's impossible, yet she still wishes every night for the childish dream to come true.

In many ways, Frankie has always been bound to you. Your first friend, your first confidant, your first punishment, your first comprehension. Even when you'd been too young to understand the cacophony of the world, you'd still know the two of you were connected.

It had only taken a lifetime to understand why.

Bones collapse into constellations. Somehow she feels you slipping away. Her slender fingers trace the stitches across the hollow of your chest. A meteoric reminder of her work. "It's okay I'll have you fixed in no time." Frankie doubts you find any truth in her incentive. You've always been drawn to pessimism. Still, she feeds the needle through skin and muscle. Praying she remembers the stronghold pattern her mother taught her.

The shade they used for your blood is too bright. You bleed in rivers,

flowing with no end insight. You wash away her sorrows with farfetched promises. Awakening a longing, she never knew she had.

Frankie wishes she could pluck out your spine. Kiss each vertebra like an iridescent pear. Maybe then your souls would tether, maybe then everything will go back to the way it once was. The needle snags across bones, marring your skin in star-kissed bruises. She pecks each one, muttering a sorry across cold flesh. You feel like home under her lips. A home she never got to know.

Yet the echoes of its brilliance linger faintly in the hearts of those who once knew its warmth.

Frankie smiles as your eyes crack open. Dizzy and distant, you've yet to notice your enhancements. The pieces of herself she tethered onto you. She wonders when you'll notice the new eye, the new leg, the mismatched fingers. Her heart sparks thumbing loudly in her ribcage.

She sinks down, by the operation table,skinning her knees. You feel like home, now more than ever.

Your fingers find her head, patting the matted hair, she smiles something solemn and forlorn. She trails her fingers over one of the stitches on your arm, prying her slender digits between the threads and into the gaping tissue. Her fingers release a spark, your body arches off the table. After all, blood has always been a good conductor for electricity. "It's just a power boost. You'll be right up in a few minutes." a giggle rips from her throat, as you mummble an acknowledgment. Eyes overcast with equal parts grief and glee.

She always knew she loved you how could she not? You'd been linked to her for as long as she had a conscience. You had always been her everything. Sometimes she wonders how you both ended up like this. Stitching pieces of yourselves into each other.

Frankie closes her eyes. Her mind struggling to regain control. Her deep breaths waver as she hears shifting from the table.

"It's alive..."

𓆩❤︎𓆪Draculaura𓆩❤︎𓆪

Draculaura can smell the ethereal ichor now. Maybe it's always been there. Hidden under bygone layers and golden sand. She wonders if now, knowing what you know, makes you see her as anything less. You're older now, smarter. Maybe you understand the world just a little bit better than she ever could.

Despite her gifted immortality, Draculaura likes to think that she's grown, too. No longer the little batling who faints at the mere scent of blood. Yet the urge to vomit is still there, an acidic reflex in the back of her throat. She's been avoiding you lately, simply because you make the urges go away.

She can't live with that.

Can't live with what you make her.

You trace the heart on her cheek. Your fingers feel like divinity sinking into her skin. You try to reason with her, tell her the truths of the crypt. "Surly Draculaura, you must know who you really are. Isn't it silly that you persist in this nativity?" Your words are harsh. Good intentions wrapped in silver blades. She bites her tongue, killing the queries before they dare spill.

You make her crave things.

Things she's avoided her whole life.

There's blood on your lips, dripping onto the ground. She fights the urge to kiss you. The heat of the sun amplifies the scent of the decaying flesh. Her stomach growls, this isn't right. The grip on her parasol tigtens. There is justice behind your actions, not one she can make herself understand. She watches as you tear into the decomposing body. "Don't", it's nothing less of a prayer. She feels her fangs elongate. How she wishes the world would turn to black.

Can a vampire be haunted?

Surly they can, it's the only answer to your staunch lingering.

Draculaura's coffin feels too snug, like a home and a prison encapsulated in one. She wishes she could feel cold dirt under her nails, feel the thrill of digging her way out of a grave. It's your fault, it has to be. Why must you awaken such ancient sensations? Such horrid cravings, such primal needs.

Why must she see divinity in your face, liquid darkness shimmering behind enigmatic eyes? You are something terrifying, something painful. You are what she was supposed to be, what she's fled from her whole life.

Your silhouette is a curse and a blessing. A reminder of a lineage she was thrusted into. A legacy she never wanted. Everything about you is a hunting familiarity for a family she never knew. She wonders if she would have been the prettiest girl in the morgue. She wonders if her father should have let her die all those eons ago.

"I used to be human" She confesses one night. She doesn't know why you agreed to come over. Why seeing you in your pajamas sparks one too many fond memories.

"So?" your tone is one of perplexity. She feels foolish under your gaze. You glide the makeup brush across her cheeks. dusting them with faded nostalgia. "I can't eat them. It'll feel like I'm eating myself" How long has it been since the transformation occurred? how long has it been since she shedded the body of that sickly fragile girl? She's been a vampire for centuries yet still can't get used to the title.

"You can eat these ones..." Something ancient within her stirs, her bones rattle with comprehension. She knows what you mean and it fills her with a need to scream.

Draculaura can't see her reflection, can't gauge how different she is now. You used to help her with her makeup back in high school. Back when the shade of your lipstick determined your personality for the day. She's never seen her face. She prays it's identical to yours. She prays that someday she can embody you...

There's a deathly hunger within her. Bubbling in her stomach. She needs to let it out before it kills her. Can she even die? She's almost sure she wants to. You almost make her want to succumb to the impulse of quitting her humanity all toghter. Your presence makes her all so hungry. She's gotten better at hiding it under school-ghoul gossip and trend talk.

She settles for a kiss tonight, a rushed peck on the cheek. Some vampire she is, instead of bleeding you dry she's pouring her sorrows into you. She wonders if you take note. See the ghosts jouncing within her soul.

Draculaura's nails pick at the skin of her birthmark.

The skin cracks.

blood trickles.

Can a vampire even be haunted?

Yes.

She knew the charade wouldn't last forever.

Knew that one day the lights would dim and the stage would fade to black

A final curtain call. An impending doom.

The final nail in her glass coffin. Rendering it to shards.

And she'll be left plucking fragments from her eternal flesh.

There's a small joy in knowing you'll be her effacer.

The one to put an end to 2,000 years of pretend.

"And then he was all like "You know?" and I was like "Whatever" and he was-"

"Draculaura, I have no idea what you are talking about." She turns to face you, your smile is a crushing weight. On her shoulders crave. You throw your head back and laugh. Laughing at how little she's changed since you shared a desk in class. Since your most eminent concern was fearleading practice and algebra tests. Draculaura should laugh too, this she knows. Yet she remains distracted by your neck and all the glory it holds.

Just a small bite won't hurt...

☾🐾☽Clawdeen Wolf☾🐾☽

Clawdeen is protective to a fault. A trait she could never identify as innate or habit. Still, the urge to stalk you persists. Pricking away at her fur like wolfsbane.

Clawdeen's been brought up to believe in legacy, to worship the moon and the stars and their maker. Ancient things have a way of lasting lifetimes. She knows this now, finds its evidence when she unravels her family, her pack, herself...you. Her kind has been known to nurture those they love, to birth and raise every great warrior. She ponders again if this was originally encrypted in their blood or if her species picked it up throughout the years.

All she knows is that something inside her awakens when she sees you. A testament to an ancient love, long since stifled under sand and snow.

She wonders if that's what she's done with you all these years. If, in her own way, she's raised you to become some sort of warrior, a great beast living amongst subsidiary.

The two of you sit beside the bay window. Her newest sketchbook draped across her lap. You lean in resting your head on her shoulder, listening as she explains the inspiration behind each design.

You feel like you've been mauled. A piece of you thrown in every direction. Only to morph into the creations of your hunter. "You remember your first design?" you ask, closing your eyes to still the world. "Wasn't that when we wrapped Howleen in a red blanket and my mom's scarf?" Her claws prick her upper lip as she stifles a giggle. "And made her walk around the house like it was a Scaris runway" You add, relishing in the bygone recollection.

Your childhood memories together are coated in ichor. Jejune days

when you'd watch her tumble over herself trying to be everything she could never be. Even back then, you'd known something was amiss with the world. Seen the ancient wolf that lay dormant within her. felt its bonds call out to you, pulling you in deeper. You'd cling to her like a frightened child to a teddy bear.

But you're older now. Instead of the scared child, you've turned into the monster under the bed. Funny how everyone's heritage catches up with them at some point. Even when you grow unaware of its presence. Legacy still tends to echo in your bones. You're both the same in that regard.

"I can never tell if I'm alive or dead." You tell her one night.

"Neither" Clawdeen's voice is rigid, stiff. She can feel your awakening and rebirth. It sings in her head, more vital than a howl. "creatures like us don't die so easily. We only transform." She remembers the legends, the wars, they rattle in her bones sending shivers up her spine. Neither of you have ever died. You've survived every tribulation.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" you reply, Clawdeen notes the embers that burn behind your eyes. How they spread across your body like a wildfire.

"What doesn't kill me, simply gives me a reason to kill it" She swears she sees the moon flicker in retort.

Clawdeen slits her throat with her claws.

Choking on moondust and half-fallen stars.

Her father once told her heritage is everything before giving her a golden ring fashioned as a wolf's head. She still doesn't know what he means.

She knows her kind was born from misplaced love.

She's just glad your fates are entwined.

"Someday you'll have red eyes." You trace your thumb over her lashes as you speak. Trailing down to play with her curls. She knows what you mean. Oh how, she wants to devour the hope you offer so freely. Rip it from your heart and feel it pulsing under her fangs. Maybe then her stars will align and she'll truly understand what she is.

Clawdeen's feelings grow teeth, gnawing at her carnivorously as she pulls you close. Muttering a 'thanks' as if it holds the weight of the world. There's comfort in the thought that she's molded you. Helped nourish your flames until they grew so potent. She's ever only been the middle child of the moon. But with you, she feels like so much more. Like something celestial, something ancient. An heirloom made of blood and moonrock.

Above you the clouds part. Giving way to the full moon.

₊˚.༄Lagoona Blue₊˚.༄

The air in her lungs feels synthetic, dry. She chokes off the sand and ozone, blinded by the unfiltered light, leaving burns on her frail, scaled, skin. She wonders if this is how a fish feels as it's being reeled on land. She wonders if she's any different now.

Her heart hammers when she sees you, cracking her ribs in hysteria.

Water lilies bloom from their marrow, she counts them just to distract from the stars burning in your eyes. Her teeth catch her bottom lip, gnawing the pink flesh like a shark does its prey.

Her eyes burn when she catches a glimpse of you by the pond. Gazing conflicted at three-eyed frogs. She can't help but see you as a cacophony of unmarked graves. Too many ghosts linger across your body, they're prints evident in the afternoon sun.

You leave a water lily behind her ear as you brush past her in the hallway. She thinks your perfection is exaggerated, artificial like the air. The kind daydreaming divers pray to find in rogue oysters. Lagoona is sure you're the last of your kind. An endangered creature too proud to ask for help. She clumsily fingers the flower's petals. The wave of nostalgia that invades, has her gasping for air.

The ocean she once called home is overrun by rot. She too is infected by the pollution that plugs her gills. In her dreams, she treads through clean oceans, webbed fingers entwined with yours. There is no corrosion here, no death. Just you and her and everything that entails the definition of good. When she wakes up she notices that her gills are falling one by one. Pastel blue glints scattered, floating across her bed like the empty husks of sea stars.

She too is the last of her kind.

She too is destined to perish in agony.

She wonders if you hear her tears. Hear them fall into the abyssal sea. Feel their reverberations as they create rings on the surface. She can't expect such a thing from you. You're in your own world struggling with your own scars. You left her another flower today, nymphoides indica, she doesn't understand what you're trying to tell her.

The pond has started to bleed too. Its decaying scent is pungent from miles away.

has it bled into her?

Is she infected too?

You're there again today, worlds apart yet close enough to touch. Her body stiffens as she kneels next to you. Desperate for your attention, desperate for you to tell her what she is. Maybe, just maybe she can confess her love in time to share a grave with you.

"I used to be so beautiful.." Your voice sounds evasive. A final cry for help before the ocean consumes you. Your reflection in the pond is muddled over. A glitch in reality, something Frankie would have more experience with. "you still are mate…you still are" Her words are earnest, yet she doubts they bring you solace. "If it's any consolation, I'm polluted too..". You laugh so condescending it makes her stomach churn. She rolls the words in her mouth again, tasting them for misunderstandings.

"We're all polluted Lagoona. We always have been."

You're made of one too many pieces, all doused in poison. You rearrange the water lilies on her head. Your fingers feel like home threading through her hair. "The last of our kind." Lagoona giggles, her body is growing dryer, desperate, the moisturizer and hydration station have long since stopped working. Now she awaits the poison to take over fully. You're her memento mori another helpless creature awaiting death.

And yet, to her, you're still as radiant as the first day she met you.

Lagoona's grave will be in the sea. It's a last wish one you decide to honor. You kiss her on the cheek as she turns to you. Body half submerged in her home. She hugs you, with all the longing her frail corpse can muster. It's only too late when you notice that you too are being submerged. Dragged into the eternal depths. Lagoona refuses to part with you. This is her final gift, the last present she will give you. A quick and painless death. One with a comforting presence.

Her father used to tell her strange tales of bizarre men who'd come to their ancestrial home, seeking answers far too advanced for them. She wonders if she's had the answers all along. Maybe she just had to look a little deeper.

It doesn't matter now. For her final breaths, she is at peace. She is content to end like this. With you in her arms.

𓂀𓆣☥Cleo De Nile☥𓆣𓂀

Cleo likes to think she's come a long way from her former self. No longer an autocrat cheerleader with stary eyes and a need to be worshipped.

She likes to think she's filled out the role of queen, of sovereign, of absolute.

She's done her dynasty proud...

Shattered and transformed herself into the perfect vessel.

It's not until she catches her rogue reflection in the gleam of your eyes, that she realizes she's still the same. Eons have passed yet Cleo still remains the same frail cowardly daughter bearing the burden of the D'Nile name.

You look every bit a queen, a sovereign, an absolute. You've grown to fill the role you never knew you had.

Cleo bleeds gold. She always has.

Little did she know, you did too.

You always had.

There's a crushing weight, something that makes her long for entombment. "I wish I were a mere child once more." her tone is sand on sand. So faint you think it nothing more than a mirage of sound. Her head lays on your lap bleeding out her sins as she prays for the sun to melt her. Feeble, unstable thing she is. Hailing from a feeble unstable place.

Maybe it would do you both some good to forgo the past. To embrace a thundering, grotesque future. Maybe it's time to retire the thrones and gold bangles. Maybe it's time to depart.

she laughs at such a preposterous notion.

Cleo's Icoffine lays in a pool of shards and wires and golden beads. Her bandaged fingers wrapped tightly around your bicep, tugging you closer until the scent of spices and flora became overbearing. "it's...okay" you lie through the rage bubbling in your throat. Through the tears that sting the corners of your eyes. "It's not-it's...it's never been okay", the words feel like boulders crushing her bones. turning her body and bandages back to dust.

You've known Cleo to always wear a broken crown. Funny how, after a millennia, the cracks still keep growing. Only now they bleed into her corpse, cut through bandages, and aim for the heart. You want to wipe her tears away. To whisper glory and purpose into her bejeweled ears.

Cleo lies on the golden floor. It's cold, frigid, she doesn't remember gold to be so unwelcoming, so petrifying. You pull her hand to your heart, hovering above her. Watching as she melts and hardens in the same breath.

"Allow me the pleasure of death once more. Allow me the luxury of being the only monster you ever have to know." Cleo doesn't remember missing her sarcophagi so much. Her lungs fill with broken promises as her eyes sting from mulish obsoletes. "I've been so blind for so long." She confesses, free hand fiddling with the jewels on her blouse. Running them along her nails waiting to see which will scratch first. "As have I, there's no need to-" her voice is harsh as she sits up. The undead rising from its bejeweled grave. Her hands cup your face. She tries to be gentle, to cradle you like a flower petal. "I'm-I-" her breath hitches as her fractured mind screams. "I hate myself all so very much. Yet I love you with every bit of the heart I thought I lost all those millennia ago."

Chaos has a way of squirming through her veins.

Her dreams are tainted in rubies, seeing you lying in the sand.

The noise above is defining. She hates that she's not used to it by now.

It can't be fair.

The world can't take you from her.

You're the only lifeline she has left.

The only hope that remains.

You tell Cleo you want to die one starless night, she understands the sentiment. You don't know why that makes you cry. Her lips leave phantom kisses across your eyelids. Spilling gold pleated secretes into your skin. Cleo wishes she kept you entombed next to her, rotting away far from every disaster. Yet she knows she can't, not now at least. You've morphed her into her purpose better than her omnipotent father and cruel sister ever could. With you by her side, she's truly become a queen, a sovereign, an absolute. While you rein above her, some all-knowing creature who she can't help but worship.

Maybe someday, decades from now.

The love you share will be dethroned

How unlikely such a feat seems.

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mirage-aera · 8 months

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•°. *࿐ Shiny rocks

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Him & I - G-Eazy, Halsey

So I’ve recently found out that some male penguins like to find the smoothest rock they can find, because in their mind that’s the best rock there is, and give it to their female penguin so that they can build their nest and lay their eggs on it. I found that really cute and wanted to write something short about it so here you go. A longer fic is in progress!!

Rain x fem!ghoulette!reader

Synopsis: Rain spends days to find the perfect rock to impress one of the ghoulettes. But what he doesn't know is, that the certain ghoulette has a little something prepared in return.

Word count: 1.078

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The shy water ghoul has been pining after this earth ghoulette for weeks now. He has fallen head over heels for you. Like a puppy in love, he follows you around, doing whatever you ask of him, even if it's minor. He doesn't dare at all, he does it out of love for you. It's just the calming aura you surround yourself and others with and your love for nature, that made him fall for you. His fellow bandmates have noticed, and encourages him to tell you how he feels about you. He would have done so already, but he's determined to ask you properly. A proper water ghoul type of way.

For every elemental type, there's a different tradition to ask your mate out. For the earth type it's pretty straightforward, they will find the prettiest flowers they can find that remind them of their mate and make a bouquet for them out of those flowers.

Air ghouls will do various things, that can both involve the two or the one asking. Usually they will write a song and sing for the other, serenade the other in a way. Or if they have known each other for a longer time then sometimes they would choreograph a little dance and invite them to dance with them.

For the fire types, it might be a bit surprising. They would get a slice of a tree stump (don't ask them how, it's a fire ghoul thing) and engrave something in it that reminds them of themselves. The various rings on the slice of stump represent the number of years they want to spend time together. And maybe later on the line they will plant a tree together, the older the tree, the longer the couple lasts.

The quintessence and multi ghouls pick one of the four, usually with thing they resonate most with.

And last but not least, water ghouls. They are a bit more subtle than their fire counterpart. They like to find the smoothest rock from a riverbed or the ocean shore. If a water ghoul invests the time into finding the perfect rock for their mate, it means that they are truly in love and think that they want to spend eternity with the other, if they'll accept.

So then you have Rain, determined to find the smoothest, shiniest rock for his (hopefully) mate to be. And for the next couple of days he leaves and looks around rivers and oceans for the perfect rock. Luckily it's very fast and easy for water ghouls to move through water, they're practically flying through it. And it's a good thing that rivers and oceans are connected. For the first few days he’ll come back empty handed and dejected, close to giving up. Eventually, he does come back with a few rocks that he thinks might work as a gift, but in the end he would throw them out, determined that he can find better ones for you. After all, you only deserve the best of the best.

So he continues searching, and while he's taking a break he sees a glimmer rock beneath several other rough rocks. It's the perfect size, the perfect amount of shininess, it's the smoothest rock he has ever seen, and to make it even better, it has the slightest shade of blue in it. The color of the water ghouls. He eagerly takes it out of the water and gives it one more look over to check if it's actually perfect for you. Once he's satisfied and is sure that it's the rock for you, he heads home ready to ask you to be his mate.

***

You've been asking around, wondering where a certain water ghoul has vanished off to. All of them shrugged and told you that he’ll be back soon. They clearly know something that you don't. You patiently wait for him, wanting to spend some time with him. You've fallen quite a bit for Rain. So naturally as an earth ghoulette, you've prepared a little bouquet for him. You've taken the bouquet out of the vase in your room and hold it in your hands as you wait anxiously for Rain to come back in the commons room, hoping that he likes you back, even if it's in the slightest. You watch the door as other ghouls and ghoulettes walk by and give you smiles. Already knowing what Rain has in store for you.

Eventually, the door creaks open and in walks Rain, dripping a little water inside. He's cradling the rock in his hands, protecting it with the best of his abilities, not wanting anything to happen to the precious rock. As he meets your eyes, his smile drops, and his tail sags. “Are you waiting for someone?” He timidly asks you, not so sure of his rock anymore. You give him a slight smile, “yes, he's been disappearing a lot recently, and I've missed him, it made me realize my feelings for him.” His eyes water a bit as he casts his gaze towards the floor. His tail hanging limply now, absolutely dejected. Realizing what he's probably holding in his hands, you smile. Considering his reaction you figure he likes you in the same way you do. You stand up, and walk towards him, “that certain someone is a tall water ghoul. He's pretty shy, but he's really smart. He can be really protective of his loved ones, and loves to play music, specifically his bass.”

As if light bulbs are surrounding his head. He whips his head up, his tail rising and waving around in excitement. You laugh, “that certain water ghoul is you, Rain. This bouquet here is for you. I hope you like it, I tried my best.” You hand it out to him and he gingerly takes it from you. He lets out a little laugh, “I can't believe you beat me to it. Well, I might as well give this to you now.” He says as he opens up his palm to reveal this beautiful rock. “This rock is for you, I hope you treasure it as much as I treasure you.” You smile brightly up at him and nod. “I will for eternity, Rain. I love it.” He beams at you and pulls you in for a kiss. As you both pull away, he smiles again, “I'm really glad you're actually mine now, (Y/n). I love you, my droplet. You make me whole.”

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captain039 · 10 days

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Wasteland heat (Redone) PT 3

Cooper Howard(The Ghoul) x reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, AOB dynamics, heat, oral F receiving, smut, swearing, fallout stuff, implied cousin incest, virgin reader, drug usage, needles, plus size reader, sexual assault

Previous part <-

It's been about a day now, following Lucy, glancing at your pip boy now and then to see if you're still on the right track. She shared the coordinates with you in case by some horrid accident you get separated. The night was quiet, Lucy sometimes commenting to herself or asking how you were. You couldn't shake the feeling of needing to go back to Filly back to whoever gave off such a scent that made your whole brain short-circuit. You felt like a fool so caught up in it, of course, the surface would have this effect on you, it had its effects on everyone. You stare at the head a little too long, wrapped up in Lucy's blanket, which is now bloodied. You couldn't believe she actually went through with it, you swore she'd never hurt a fly really, but then again he'd already been dead.

"Get some sleep ok? I'll keep watch" She offers you a smile and you hesitate on sleeping you cock your head and pat the blanket that isn't big enough for the two of you, but she smiles and lays down beside you, half on half off the blanket, same as you.

"Hell of a time up here huh?" She chuckles head turned to you as you look at her.

"Can say that again" You chuckle a smile finally on your face which makes her beam. You sigh relaxing next to her, shoulder to shoulder as you watch the stars. It's surreal, watching the small twinkle of white dots in a dark sky, listening to the wind occasionally pick up, it was almost peaceful if it weren't for all the horrors everywhere.

Morning comes and you set off again a little lighter than yesterday, you're less on edge and feeling a little hopeful as you walk by Lucy through the brush. You come alongside a river, it's pristine and blue, well not pristine, your rad meter goes up to 10 and it makes you sad that such a beautiful thing is tainted.

"It's pretty" You comment and Lucy nods admiring the old worn-down houses in the blue water. You hear a small noise and Lucy places her hand on her gun before you see a small creature by the water, a deer, small and fragile enjoying the greens.

"Woah" You whisper as Lucy grins and you slowly approach with a small amount of grass in your hands. It seems more intent on sniffing you both which makes you laugh softly and gently pet its soft fur. Your moment of bliss is interrupted, something comes from the water and snatches the deer, its cry making you stumble back. It grabs Lucy next who is closest to the water. You stare in horror at whatever mutated being this is and grab onto Lucy. You kick the creature with your boot before Lucy shoots it and it disappears.

What the-" Before you can finish it snatches the head off of Lucy's backpack and swims back into the water.

"No!" You follow Lucy as you chase the thing down the river, her tracker beeping its location, you get to a jetty before you can follow it anymore.

"What?" You mutter unsure of what just happened and how your one chance just got stolen by a mutant. You don't hear him, but you feel him instantly, hand on your neck, gun to your head and a hard warm body near yours, scent filling your nose, alpha.

"Lucy-" Is all you manage as she turns around wide eyed and the gun cocks.

"Sir-" She holds her hands up as you shallowly breathe. He isn't choking you though, he just holds your throat almost gently, but that's the crazy side of your brain talking.

"Hello, again, look, please don't shoot-" She doesn't finish interrupted by him.

"Where is it?" He asks and her eyes glance away nervously and his grip tightens.

"OK! ok I lost it!" She laughs nervously and his grip loosens.

"Sorry sweetheart" You swear you hear ever so quietly before a hard butt of the gun is punched into the back of your forehead. You cry in pain going to your knees as he points the gun to Lucy instead and holds you by your hair. You have tears in your eyes pain flaring where he hit and now holds, your hands flying to his wrist.

"Something's got it!" Lucy yells gesturing to the water and he grunts.

"Gulper got it" He says and you see her frown at the word. You hear a soft whine behind you and try to glance back, you hear the pattering of feet and suddenly the dog is by your side. You feel relief flood you that she didn't die from the man's stab. He hums and lets go of your hair before he's struggling with Lucy and tying her up. The dog by your side licks your face as you try to stand and fail as your world spins. You groan holding the back of your head and feeling wetness you bring your hand back in front of you, redness coating it, you gulp a bit thinking you might be sick.

"Sir, please stop!" You hear Lucy yell and it makes your head pound as you watch her get tied with rope, an anchor attached to her.

"Stop" You barely get out going to stand but his gun points to you.

"Stay there" His voice has this tone and every fibre in your being practically whines and submits to it. You fight an inward battle as he ties Lucy to the winch mechanism. He forces her to submerge, her body just on the surface and all you can do is whimper. He pulls her up and she coughs and gasps for breaths.

"Sir, Torture is wrong!" She yells and he hums.

"You know I read about it once, Torture, in one of them newspaper studies" He lowers her back into the water glancing at you briefly before bringing her back up.

"You're right it is wrong and it doesn't do shit, but I ain't torturing you, you're bait," He says finale and lowers her back in, going to the edge and whistling. The noise feels like electric shots through your brain and you lower your head curling in on yourself, still on your knees. You hate how you can't move, hate the pointed look he gives you when you try too. You see Lucy start thrashing and panic rises in you, something jolts the rope and you see him start to pull her up only for the mechanism to stick.

"Damn it" He mutters and pulls the beam over pulling her and this 'Gulper' out. The dog starts barking and Lucy is yelling while the man stabs the creature. Lucy manages to free herself of the ropes, the Gulper going for her boot instead, you move now finding yourself ignoring the command he gave and grabbing her. You tug her as she whacks the creature over the head with some bags. It winces and returns to the water while you drag Lucy to safety. She pants loudly, hands gripping your shoulders before she gently cradles your head, seeing the blood.

"Mother fucker!" You hear before his gun is cocked to you both again.

"What! I wasn't going to let you use me as bait and get eaten! The golden rule" She yells at the alpha.

"Golden rule?" He questions.

"Do unto them with you want done unto you!" She huffs out a breath.

You hear him mumble to himself before he growls, grabs a rope and snags it around Lucy's neck.

"Stop!" You yell before he's got the rope going around your neck also.

“Wastelands got its own golden rule” he snaps.

“What?” Lucy huffs out.

“Thou shall get distracted by bullshit every time”

"Move" He growls at you both, soon enough he's dragging you both across the wasteland.

Next part ->

#x reader #aob #fallout tv series #lucy maclean #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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fairy-writes · 12 days

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fairy's fics for gaza

hello everyone! i'm not sure anyone would even be interested or care about this but i'm OPENING REQUESTS for @ficsforgaza !! by tossing my hat into the ring, i hope to help raise money and interest for this cause!

keep in mind i'll maybe close my requests if i get overwhelmed or can't fulfill a request. i am setting the donation limit for $5 for 500 words. ofc this is subject to change (e.g. you want a shorter or longer request)

how this works!

you (the reader): send me A DIRECT MESSAGE (not an ask pls, those are reserved for regular requests) asking for a request. i will start working on your request once you've provided proof to me (with any personal info removed) of your donation to a VETTED FUNDRAISER. DO NOT SEND ME THE MONEY

me (the writer): once i have vetted the fundraiser (there is a list to choose from HERE), i will begin work on your request. keep in mind i have other projects to get done (e.g. original stories, other requests still in my inbox, etc.) so it won't be published right away.

LIST OF FANDOMS/PEOPLE I'LL WRITE FOR (these are all x reader):

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira, Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kibutsuji Muzan, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

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i write specifically SFW. no NSFW or dark content here folks. though there are plenty of participating authors who write either dark content or NSFW!

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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Hello! I loved your protective Swiss fic!

Could I request Rain Ghoul x reader where reader sees him without his mask for the first time?

I'm glad you liked the other fic <333 hopefully you'll like this one as well

ngl the first time I saw Rain unmasked, all I could think of was that "oh no he's hot" meme. and I still think about it

It’s against the rules for ghouls to walk around without their masks. Sister Imperator had said she didn’t care what mask they wore so long as their face was covered when in the presence of a non-ghoul. The rest of the clergy had agreed. Everyone except you.

It was a simple enough rule, though you had heard some of the ghouls muttering in passing how the balaclava sometimes made it hard to breathe. You often saw Cirrus tugging at the mask when she thought no one was looking, lips parts as she took in deep breaths. You never told anyone when you would see a ghoul messing with their mask. Really, you thought it was a stupid rule.

But today was one of those unbearably hot days where it felt like the sun was actively trying to melt you. All siblings were ordered to stay inside, only being allowed out if they had to go to another section of the abbey, and they were advised to make their trip quick. All of the windows and doors had been shut, the AC running nonstop since the heat began. And still, it didn’t feel like it was enough.

You had left bottles of water in both the fridge and freezer, and you had carried around an old backpack to store several of them in. You had to go to the library to get some books on upcoming studies and you decided to pass out cold water to the siblings who didn’t already have a drink. You knew how serious this heatwave was when you hadn’t even seen any of the fire ghouls parading around like you had the previous day.

A smell catches you on your way to the library, like water that’s been poured on hot cement. It’s a smell that would occasionally hit you whenever Sodo walked by, providing his scent hadn’t been overpowered by the more familiar campfire smell. But when you look around, you don’t see the lean ghoul. Instead, it’s another ghoul, sitting under a tree. Not only is he missing his shirt, but his balaclava is gone, along with his mask. Dark brown hair is pushed back and away from his sweaty face, and his skin matched the color of a storm cloud. From where you’re standing, you can make out a well-kept beard on his face.

As you get closer, the smell gets more intense. You think back to all of the other water ghouls, but you’re drawing a blank. You’re positive it’s not Mist, and you know it’s not Sodo. Was that… Delta? No, the body type didn’t match. Perhaps River? Wait, didn’t you pass by River earlier? Yeah, and the overwhelming scent of nature-musk and a hint of fish had slapped you in the face.

“Rain?” you call out hesitantly, excitement shooting through you when he turns his head in your direction. At least you had gotten it right, but the sight of his face breaks your heart. His eyes are lidded, lips parted and you can see his forked tongue just barely creeping past his lower lip. His whole body is covered in sweat, chest rising and falling faster than it should be as he pants quietly. You hurry over to him, the shade from the tree taking away the burning sensation of the sun having hit your habit. “Oh, you poor thing.”

“Hot…” His voice is soft and he watches as you unzip your backpack, perking up when you pull out a bottle of cold water. It makes you jump when he snatches the bottle from you in such an uncharacteristic move. Normally he’s so polite and gentle.

He rips the cap off and you watch in amazement as he guzzles the water down. The more you watch him, the worse you feel. You hadn’t considered how this heat would’ve affected the ghouls. You take out another bottle, uncapping it and slowly pouting the water over his shoulder and back. He leans towards you, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. You see his tail finally start to move and it looks like he’s coming back to life.

“Thank you. Thank you.” Though he’s still soft-spoken, he is a little louder. This time, he’s more gentle taking the bottle of water from you, dumping the rest over his head and soaking his hair and face.

“You didn’t look like you were gonna make it much longer,” you say softly. His mask and balaclava sit beside him, along with his shirt and vest.

“Didn’t think I was going to either.” He leans back against the tree, eyes closed as he lets the last few drops of water hit his tongue. That’s when it hits him and he lurches forward, making you jump. “Shit! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking!” He scrambles for his mask, hands shaking as he picks everything up. You grab his bicep to stop him.

“Rain, it’s okay.” He looks back at you, those dark eyes wide.

“B-but… you’re not a ghoul,” he stammers out. “We’re not allowed-”

“It’s okay.” You give him a smile. “It’s too hot for you to be wearing that stuffy thing anyway.”

He’s hesitant but he finally nods, setting the mask back down. “I-I just didn’t want to upset you. You’ve been so nice and I know Sister and the clergy asks we do this one thing and-”

“I’m not the entire clergy, now am I?” You look in your bag, pulling out the last water you had and handing it to him. He gently takes it from you, cradling it against his abdomen. “I’ve seen how uncomfortable you guys can get under it. I’m glad you have it off.”

“Thank you.” The smile he gives you is so sweet and it makes your heart flutter. It was nice seeing him unmasked. After all this time, you finally got the chance to match his voice to a face. His hair is smoothed down now, slicked back from the water and it reaches just a little past his shoulders, the color looking like it got darker ever since he wet it.. You could admit he was attractive, and with his amazing personality, it made him almost irresistible.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks, pulling you out of your trance. “You know, besides the uh… sweat and water.”

“Oh, no!” Your face heats up as you turn your gaze away from him, instead focusing on his mask that’s laying on the ground. “You’re just… really handsome.”

“Oh!” You catch a glimpse of a grin on his face and how his cheeks darken. “Thank you. I… honestly can’t remember the last time anyone’s complimented me.” You’re confused when you hear that. “You know how it is. The others are nice and all but… sometimes it feels like when they say something, we’re just back on stage. Like it’s all an act or they’re just trying to make me feel good.”

“Well, I mean it.” You give him a smile. “You’re really cute, Rain.”

“Thank you.” He seems happy, eyes lit up as he stares at you. Finally, you look around, seeing how still and lifeless everything looks.

“How about we get out of this heat?” you suggest, “We can go hide out in the library until the sun goes down.”

“You see my face once and you’re already asking me on a date.” he teases, pulling a laugh from you. But he nods. “Yeah, let’s go. I can’t take it out here anymore.”

“Why weren’t you in the dens?” You pick up his balaclava and mask as he pulls on his shirt and eventually his vest.

“Way too hot in there,” he tells you, running his hands through his hair. “The fire ghouls aren’t even happy with today and it’s like their heat is making everything worse. I think Mountain even had to go somewhere else because he was burning up.”

“Honestly, I thought you might’ve been Sodo at first.”

“Nah. He’s… not doing as bad, but even he was getting irritated.” When he reaches for his balaclava, you stop him.

“I know a spot in the library,” you tell him, handing over his mask instead. “where no one ever goes. It’ll just be us and you can have your mask off.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. It’s where I hang out whenever I don’t want anyone finding me.”

He smiles, letting out a soft laugh. “I swear to Lucifer if you get us in trouble-”

“We’ll be fine. I promise.”

He follows you from out underneath the tree, hissing softly when the sun hits you two. He fixes the mask to his face, grumbling softly as you two hurry for the library. But finally, he looks over at you.

“This isn’t just so you can see my face more, is it?” he asks you, that teasing tone seeping into his voice as he smiles. Your hand flies to your chest.

“Oh no, my master plan has been found out!” you cry playfully and he barks out a laugh. His hand comes up, thoughtfully stroking at his beard.

“Maybe the clergy was right. I should wear a mask at all times,” he continues. “Lest a sweet and gorgeous sibling decides to kidnap me from this horrible heat.”

“Oh, shut up!” You smack his arm, but his words finally sink in. “’Gorgeous sibling’?”

“I’m not blind.” The smile he gives you is genuine and you notice how he slowly gets closer to you. He cracks the seal on the last bottle of water you gave him. “The masks are sometimes hard to see through, but I know what you look like.”

“Well, thank you.” He knocks the water bottle back against his lips, taking a sip before he passes the bottle to you. You take it, mimicking his actions. You suppose the heat wasn’t too bad. At least you were able to get closer to Rain.

#rain #rain ghoul #gn!reader #rain x gn!reader #ghost #ghost band #unmasked ghoul #unmasked rain #request

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emeritus-fuckers · 2 months

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Hewlloww could you do the “a kink for every Papa” just with the ghouls? So a “kink for every ghoul?”

Have an amazing day you sweet human being. The papas love you <4

Decided to combine these two asks to make it easier on us because there's like thirty ghouls and we'd die if we tried this separately. there's a lot of color because i'm autistic and i deserve to color the post, that's a whole 30 ghouls. - rat

A kink for every Ghoul

CW: CNC for Chain.

Fire Ghouls

Alpha (he/him)

Alpha may not seem like it, but the threat of a knife in bed turns him on. The Fire Ghoul will fight you a bit, but just give in once he feels the bite of the blade in his skin. If you don’t slice him up like swiss cheese he won’t be happy.

Ifrit (he/him)

Ifrit has beautiful tits. Seriously, he’s about to bust out of that uniform of his. Because of those large tits... he is extremely fond of getting on his knees and letting someone fuck them. He loves fucking a nice pair of tits, sure…but it hits different when he’s the one covered in cum.

Sodo (he/him)

Sodo is a big enthusiast of making you bleed. It doesn't matter if it's with his teeth or claws. Obsessively eating you out on your period is also fair game. Just about anything that has to do with blood.

Blaze (he/him; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

His name didn't come from nowhere. Blaze is a big fan of weed. And other drugs. Of course his favorite kind of sex is high sex. But, if you've got any aphrodisiac on hand, he's not gonna be fussy about that. He'll take it like a good boy.

Water Ghouls

Chain (it/ghoul)

Just by looking at it, you can tell that Chain is the kind of ghoul that loves CNC. Ghoul loves being the victim of it, or doing it to someone else. It prefers doing it to someone, though... It loves chasing you through the woods. Smelling your fear and excitement. Shoves you down and uses you as much as ghoul pleases.

Lake (he/him)

Lake might not seem like it at first, but he's actually surprisingly fond of making you squirm in pain. Biting, scratching, some light choking or using toys that will hurt you so good... Yup, you guessed it. Lake is a sadist. And a proud one, at that.

River (they/them)

They’re a whore. Plain and simple. Plenty of dirty dreams in that head of theirs... though they love when those dreams are made worse by someone fucking them in their sleep. Consensually, of course... enthusiastic consent, really. They return the favor as well... watching their partner wake up screaming in pleasure is always fun.

Cowbell (they/it)

They love seeing you in a blindfold. And other forms of sensory depravation, of course, but its favorite is taking your sight. They love watching you tremble and jump whenever it does anything. They loves seeing you squirm from the softest touches. After all, when you can't see, everything else is so much stronger.

Mist (he/she)

Tentacles, plain and simple. Fucking Mist is straight up monsterfucking, since he has tentacles coming out of her cunt. Wanna be egged with those tentacles of hers? All you have to do is ask and he'll stuff you full. Sleeping with Mist is an experience in itself. A rollercoaster of an experience, actually.

Rain (she/he/ve)

She's a very soft person in bed. He can get mean, yes, but ver preference is soft and loving. So soft and so loving, actually, that he wants you to cry from it. There's something so pretty in your tears that she can't resist overstimulating you just a little bit to see those tears again. Rain is definitely a dacryphiliac, though ve'll never admit it.

Storm (they/he; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

Storm is generally very calm. That is, until they're in pain. Then he turns into a whimpering mess, begging for more, like a whore. C'mon. You know you wanna hurt them a little, don't you? Treat this masochistic slut the way he needs to be treated.

Earth Ghouls

Cliff (they/he)

Cliff is a very relaxed, pleasant dude. You'd think he'd be a nice, soft partner in bed, too, but in reality... They love having you tied up. Or cuffed, preferably. Just for a little, so he can rail you stupid enough to not be able to move in general. And then they take care of you, like the loving boyfriend that he is.

Pebble (he/him)

He doesn't really get bothered by his height, especially since it makes bottoming easier and Pebble is an absolute bottom. A cute one. He loves it when his partner (especially if it's the love of his life!) takes care of him. Certified pillow prince.

Ivy (he/xe)

Xe is likely the biggest fan of edging in the world. It's almost a necessity at this point. If it's a cock ring or just shoving him down and sucking him off until xe's whimpering so beautifully. Over and over. And over. Until those pretty eyes are overflowing with tears and just can't anymore.

Mountain (he/him)

Oh, such a innocent little lamb, isn't he? He just loves to be coaxed and taken by someone oh, so dangerous... loves to be corrupted. To be ruined. In both ways. He is the biggest squirmer. Will not stop moving until he's just too fucked out and too filthy. Ruin him and make this little lamb dirty.

Quake (they/them; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

Quake is a very goofy, cheerful and energetic person, who very often just can't stay in one place for too long. That is, of course, unless you're on their lap, keeping their cock inside you. Then they just melt completely and stay put until you decide it's over. They will beg for just a few more minutes, though.

Air Ghouls

Eurus (they/she)

We all know she likes to stare. We've seen them in Year Zero and the studio recordings. Eurus loves to watch and stare. So of course, if you want to fuck someone else (which she's never opposed to, of course!), they'll request to watch. Won't even blink. She wants to see everything you do. Might jerk off in her seat as they observe their pretty darling railing someone else... or getting railed, preferably.

Zephyr (they/he)

Zephyr is possessive. Not just a little. They claim it’s instinct. However, nothing gets them riled up more than seeing the marks he left on your skin from your passionate late night sex. Though they get even more insistent on marking if someone else left their marks behind. Just as a reminder who you really belong to... and those bruises and bitemarks look so good on his lover.

Cirrus (she/ze)

Ze's a big enthusiast of using both her dick and her cunt (as well as mouth and those really well trained fingers) just to make you completely stupid. No matter what genitals you have, she'll fuck you brainless. And then ze's gonna coo at you, fawning over how cute you are when you're such a blabbering mess like that, and all of it just for her! Cirrus absolutely adores having you overstimulated.

Cumulus (she/her)

We all (well me) love her chest. So it's a very pleasant surprise to find out that they lactate with just a smallest bit of stimulation. If you really wanna drive her crazy, have your fingers or a strap inside her as you suck on her tits. Bonus points if you team up with Cirrus and then take care of our dearest Cumulus.

Tornado (ze/zir; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

We can't talk about Air Ghouls and not have at least one of them mess around with your breathing abilities, now can we? Fortunately for us, Tornado loves breath play. Sometimes it's just a light squeeze. Sometimes you almost think this maniac will actually suffocate you. Ze knows your limits, though, so it never gets out of control. The thrill is a very nice bonus to fucking zir, though.

Quintessence Ghouls

Omega (he/him)

Look at him. Look at this huge motherfucker. Pretty much anyone is tiny compared to him. And he loves that. He loves seeing your stomach bulge when you're full of him. He loves seeing how you struggle to take as much of him as you can. He loves how your face ends up stuffed in his chest as you straddle him because of his stupid huge cock. The size kink is strong with this one.

Delta (they/it)

Delta admittedly jokes about their missing limbs. One of said jokes was how easy it’d be to tie it up... the day it goes from joke to reality? Oh they’re on cloud nine. Turns out it was very into doing shibari on others before the limb loss... turning the tables on them? Well... it has a very pleasant night tied up all pretty with nowhere to go.

Aether (he/him)

Listen. I've always said he's got arms made for hugging, hands made for choking and a cock made for warming. I stand by that. His hands look and feel like they were meant for your throat. And you love it. It's best while he's got you in a reverse cowgirl position in front of a mirror, riding yourself stupid as he lightly squeezes your throat. But he's not picky. As long as you let him choke you a little.

Phantom (he/they/xey/it)

Spiritually, Phantom is a bit like a puppy when it comes to excitement. He gets really excited and it shows. They usually show it through playful nibbles. But... you wanna know what absolutely makes xem lose its mind? Praise. Phantom can die happily after being praised for how good he's doing for you. Praise them and it'll do absolutely everything for you. Xey can probably be praised into a happy, tearful orgasm like this.

Chaos (he/she/they/it; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

If you've read the Papa Nihil's Ghouls post, you know she was dragged around on a leash a few times. The issue is, he actually loved that and now they demand to be kept on a leash... So yup, that evolved into a pet play kink. It will bark at you completely unprovoked for completely no reason and will continue being a menace until you handle it. So there's a pet play and brat taming combo here.

Multi Ghoul

Swiss (he/xey/it)

This bitch. Bully it. Swiss loves being bullied and degraded. It always makes both xeir cunt and cock drip with pre-cum. Keep him on his knees. Keep xem on a leash. Mock it for being so fucking eager to be pretty much verbally abused. You can probably get xem to cum untouched if you're mean enough.

Phil (he/him)

Phil is not a kinky guy, honestly. He's just... very vanilla. If you're with him long enough, you finally get to hear him mumble out the word mommy... And you absolutely fucking lose it with him. You don't let him live it down, obviously. He gets absolutely flustered every time you use his mommy kink against him.

Sunshine (she/her)

Sunshine's favorite thing about having a penis is having it buried inside their partner (she especially likes people with cunts since it shows really nicely), having them in her lap in a reverse cowgirl position and just... watching it all in the mirror in front of you both. Obligatory bites while she's at it, of course.

Aurora (she/they/fae)

While she doesn't mind being a pillow princess when bottoming, faer absolutely favorite thing is disinterest. She loves playing with your body and then scoffing and telling you to keep quiet. They absolutely love having you ride their thigh or rutting against it while she does other things. Fae just absolutely adores when you get whiney and start pleading for just a bit of her attention, even if you know they'll shame and degrade you for it.

Alpha, Ifrit, River, Zephyr and Delta written by Death.

Sodo, Blaze, Lake, Rain, Mist, Storm, Cliff, Pebble, Quake, Eurus, Cirrus, Cumulus, Tornado, Omega, Aether, Chaos, Phantom, Swiss, Sunshine, Phil and Aurora by Nosferatu.

Chain, Cowbell, Ivy and Mountain written by Zenith/Jasper.

Edited by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @dio-niisio @the-fem1n1ne-urge @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites @plaquerat

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kissingghouls · 1 year

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Let the Poison Spill

Chapter Eight - Wrong (ao3) // (previous chapter) // (list)

Cardinal Copia x Reader, Terzo x Reader

summary: Your routine in the Order is about to change. (3400 words)

tags: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Copia x Reader, Terzo x Reader, Secret Society, Horror Themes, Blood, a tiny bit of magic?, more tags on ao3

Sister Imperator almost caught you.

It was one thing to be found outside of your room after curfew, but getting caught by Imperator would’ve meant explanations and punishments you couldn’t handle. You held your breath, waiting for her to pass while considering praying to every god and devil you could think of. The soft click of her kitten heels made their way down the hall and out of earshot before you let yourself breathe again.

It wasn’t like you were sneaking out for fun, you weren’t even granted that luxury anymore. Ever since that trip to the archives, you were doomed to spend the last few moments before first light with Secondo. As a grumpy, bossy, bitter old man he was hardly your first choice of companion. Secondo didn’t trust anyone as far as he could throw them—least of all you.

For the last few days, the two of you had been secretly meeting in various empty spaces of the abbey. Any quiet space served as a makeshift examination room, as though you were receiving regular checkups from a doctor. He fed you different tinctures and potions, some of which were the most disgusting things you’d ever had to choke down, but you received no sympathy from the stoic man. He’d watch you with his arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown setting creases in his forehead while absolutely nothing happened. There would be another ten minutes of him tearing through Ritual books in the hopes of finding out just what the hell was going on with you.

You were grateful for his help, of course, even if it did come at some odd magical cost. But he insisted everything stay private; he wouldn’t even let his own brother accompany you on these little visits. Apparently, he trusted Terzo even less than you, so there was no one around to hold your hand while Secondo drew your blood day after day.

“Sit still, Sorella,” he grumbled harshly.

You were trying. You were really trying, but the needle burned under your skin. You could have sat still if he didn’t have you perched on a desk built for an eight year old or let someone comfort you through all this. Just as Terzo wasn’t welcome to join you, you weren’t “allowed” to tell anyone else, not Mary and definitely not Copia. You began to suspect if Terzo hadn’t been Papa he would be left completely in the dark.

The only shining spot was how amused Secondo had been when he heard about Terzo and Omega’s outbursts. It was the only time the old man had offered you anything close to relief with a throwaway comment that Quintessence Ghouls—Omega in particular—had a flair for the dramatic.

When he finished, you pushed the sleeve of your habit down before hopping off the desk. Secondo busied himself placing drop after drop of your blood into concoctions he refused to tell you anything about. He waved you off dismissively, practically shooing you from the room.

It was a long walk from the Ministry Academy to the library. The pathway that led back to the main building had been cleared of snow overnight, the morning sun already working at whatever places the shovels had missed. The sidewalk was wet with slush, the mounds of snow framing the trail leaking thick rivers onto the pavement. The spiderweb pattern of pathways cut a deep trench through the piles of snow framing the edges of the grass. You didn’t have the chance to explore much of the grounds between your baptism and the ever-unfolding mysteries of the Order. Aside from the Academy, most of the other buildings dotting the hill remained unknown.

You really hoped someone would give you a straight answer about something soon.

“Wow, you like shit,” Mary said dryly as you dropped into the uncomfortable seat across from him. Mary looked like he always did, of course. But it was hard for anyone to see dark circles under your eyes when your face was painted like a skull.

You didn’t bother hiding the exaggerated eye roll or the glare that followed, shooting a hateful look across the office. He wasn’t wrong; not that you’d ever admit it. You knew your eyes were sunken and red and your cheeks were puffy no matter what you’d tried.

Sleep had been the furthest thing from your mind lately, a distant wish you weren’t sure you could have managed even with a sedative. Not with the ever growing list of threats you now had to deal with. Injury-causing nightmare. Lake monsters. Angry, suspicious Ghouls.

Your life was getting so fucking weird.

Having the body of the Anti-Pope curled protectively around you as he snored didn’t help either.

“Well? Let’s hear it,” Mary started, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised like they were about to hear the greatest story ever told.

“What?” you grumbled, reaching for a cup of coffee that had become too cold to drink long before you made it to the library.

“What’s your brilliant excuse for waltzing in late with no sleep?” Mary pinned you with an expectant look, head tilted to the side enough that is hair fell over his eyes.

“I—” Your mouth went dry immediately. Even if you could explain, you weren’t sure how much information you were allowed to share.

“I don’t have an excuse, Mary,” you finally admitted with a shake of your head. You could pin the whole thing on Terzo, or Secondo, or the monster in the lake, but you’d still be late for work. It really wasn’t Mary’s business where you’d slept or where you’d been. “But I am sorry.”

Mary sighed and pushed an old, heavy book toward you. He settled back, sizing you up before he spoke. “Look, I know it’s none of my business,” he started slowly and held up his hands in surrender. “But for the time being you should tell whoever you’re fucking to not keep you up all night.”

“What?” you squeaked, nearly choking on your coffee.

“Kitten, believe me I’m all for whatever you’ve got going on. But this shit?” He tapped the book in front of you. “You can’t take it lightly.”

You looked down at the weathered, old text. “What is this?”

“They’re Rituals,” he said flatly. “If you want me to be able to teach you—the thing about ritual work—it’s all tied to your emotional state. So, if you’re not sleeping, if you’re not taking care of yourself, you could get seriously hurt.”

“Mary, I was a little late for work. I don’t think you need to be worried—"

“I’m saying this shit is dangerous. For all of us,” he snapped. He heaved out a heavy breath and shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I should be worried. I’m not exactly thrilled that we’re already approaching the subject. Clearly, you’re not ready for this, but Sister Imperator didn’t really leave any room for argument—”

“Sister Imperator?”

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She came to see me—well, more accurately she fucking tracked me down last night in the catacombs and basically demanded I start teaching you ritual work. Which, listen, I am more than happy to do, but this…this isn’t nearly enough time.”

You slumped against the back of the chair. “I don’t understand any of this. Why would she come to you about me?”

“About both of us, Kitten.” He paused, chewing the corner of his lip as he searched for the right words. “The Order is…planning something and whatever it is she clearly wants you and me to be a part of it.”

“Let me guess—a secret, important Ritual?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Apparently not so secret?”

You rolled your eyes in return. “Relax, I heard about it from a friend.”

“You must have friends in high places,” Mary grumbled. They perked up and looked around the room before leaning forward and whispering, “Is it Secondo? Are you sleeping with Secondo?”

“Even if I was, do you think I’d tell you?”

“It’s probably better if you don’t sleep with him. That dude parties. Also, he’s allegedly super terrified of commitment.”

“Wow. Remind me to never tell you anything.”

“Tell me or don’t, Kitten,” he said with an easy shrug. “But I’ll warn you, secrets like that don’t secret for very long in this place. Sooner or later, everyone will know your business.”

“People in a secret society can’t keep their mouths shut?”

He laughed. “Not about sex. But if you don’t want to gossip, we should get to work.”

Mary made a show of retrieving a key from the drawer in his desk, somehow shoving it into the pocket of their tight jeans. He motioned for you to follow, leading you to that same small room with the elevator that led to the archives. He was practically bouncing on his heels, excited to finally have a chance to show you the great chamber below. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’d already been down there. With a smile, you followed him into the tiny cage and waited quietly as it rattled down the cable to the floors below.

“Kinda thought you’d be a little excited,” he said as the two of you reached the bottom.

“I am, I am. I’m just tired. This is amazing, Mary. Thank you.”

“You’re a shitty liar,” he snorted. “Your fancy friend already brought you down here, huh?”

You shrugged as he shoved you out of the elevator.

“I’m gonna figure it out, you know,” he warned. ��Not many people have a key to the archives.”

“Can’t be that special if you have one,” you teased.

“Finally, she bites back!” he said and fondly tousled your hair. “You wanna start with a summoning?”

Rituals were far less exciting than Mary had led you to believe. All their threats about danger played on your mind as you shuffled through book after book in a chilly corner of the archives. It had been days of extensive research leading to blurred vision every night as you trudged back to your dorm to collapse. Mary warned you it would only get worse.

The long days left you no time for yourself, let alone anyone else. There were no more notes left on your bed or summons to the Cardinal’s office. Even Secondo’s check-ups had stopped. You barely saw anyone but Mary between breakfast and bed. You wouldn’t have had the strength to keep up with whatever game the members of the clergy were trying to play against each other anyway.

There was a silver lining to the endless streak of exhaustion. That horrible nightmare had not yet repeated itself. Instead, you were left dreamless each night, a blank void of nothing taking the place of the strange and vivid images that usually filled your nights.

The bruises on your arms and legs slowly faded. The angry red scrapes around your hips had also healed, making that particular secret a little easier to keep and carry. It didn’t stop Secondo from eyeing you suspiciously any time you crossed his path, but that was much easier to handle than the hateful looks Omega shot you any time he could. They were so blatant Mary’s friends had noticed the animosity from across the dining hall, but you didn’t have any satisfactory answers to their questions. You didn’t have satisfactory answers to your own questions.

There was an extensive section on Ghouls in the archives, but it was hard to explore under the ever-curious eye of your mentor. You were supposed to focus on the task at hand, but how were you supposed to clear your mind and fill it with incantations while the Order continued to deny the one thing they’d promised you? Mary had finally had enough when you managed to start that third fire, sending you away to cool off mentally and physically.

Your fingertips hovered over the titles in the section you’d been trying to run through for days. There was no way you’d be able to concentrate with so many questions bouncing around in your head. You knew the reason your rituals weren’t producing results had very little to do with your lack of talent or training, but the idea of telling Mary everything was just as unsettling. He gave up trying to figure out what was distracting you several days ago, or so you thought.

“Alright, spill,” he demanded.

“Fuck!” you shouted, nearly dropping the book you were inspecting. You turned to find Mary behind you leaning against the stacks with his arms crossed. Devious little shit.

“You’ve been far more interested in Ghouls than Rituals, so tell me what’s really going on.”

You hung your head. “Maybe I’m just curious.”

“If that was the case you would’ve just asked, Kitten. This is…something that’s scaring you.”

You sighed, letting your shoulders slump as you rested your head against the shelf. “Something happened the other day,” you admitted. “I haven’t been able to figure out what it was or who to ask. I don’t even really know how to explain it.”

“Hey,” he said softly and moved closer. “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it, ok?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “Omega doesn’t like me. That’s obvious by now, yeah?”

Mary nodded. “It has been brought up a couple of times.”

“A few nights ago, he grabbed my arm and…I don’t know…he did something. Then he started screaming at Terzo, telling him I’m ‘wrong.’”

“What do you mean wrong?” Mary asked loudly.

You reached out and smacked his arm. Hard. “Keep your voice down. I don’t know what he meant. He was just upset and then he was in Terzo’s room and Terzo,” you paused to let out a breath. “He yelled back at him, and he was so angry. He grabbed him by the throat and threatened him.”

Mary raised an eyebrow. “And why were you in Papa’s room?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mary. That’s your takeaway?”

“I’m just surprised! For what it’s worth, Omega’s never really liked sharing him, but he’s never attacked anyone over it. As far as I know—”

“You are focused on all the wrong things.”

“No, no, I’ve got it. The lake tried to drown you, you’ve pissed off Omega, and you’re fucking Papa. Are you trying to fill out a bingo card or something?”

“That’s not fair, Mary.”

“You might want to get used to it, Kitten. What do you think is going to happen when the rest of the abbey finds out what you’ve been up to?”

“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you—”

“Sister Imperator,” Mary said a little too loud, their body straightening at the sight of the nun.

“Mary,” she said flatly, nodding as you turned to face her. “Sister, might I borrow you for a second?”

You swallowed your argument and forced a smile. “Of course, Sister Imperator.”

“I’ll keep working on this,” Mary called after you, but it failed to comfort you.

Sister Imperator’s mouth made a straight line as she punched the buttons in the elevator. She didn’t say anything as the cage rattled and creaked its way above ground. The harsh grind of the breaks, a high-pitched squeal pierced your brain as the car jerked to a stop. She remained silent as she made her exit, pausing only momentarily to make sure you followed.

She led you out of the library and through the gilded halls of the abbey. The touches of gold glittered in the sunlight, a fresh shine someone had to rub into them each day. In the main hall, the white eye of Papa Emeritus III followed you across the marble floor as you struggled to keep up with the nun. She moved quickly, taking two steps for each of yours as she powerwalked toward her office.

The room hadn’t changed in the passing weeks, the dark wood still warmed by the touch of firelight. But this time Ghouls did not occupy the room. Cardinal Copia turned toward the doorway as Imperator opened the door and ushered you through.

Fuck.

The Cardinal remained stone-faced, eyes widening only slightly at the sight of you. It was enough of a gesture to tell you he didn’t know what this was about either. You weren’t exactly sure what would happen if Imperator had found out about the two of you. If it was even a problem.

You settled into the chair next to him, stomach turning as the nun took a seat at her desk with a groan.

“Seems I’ve found you both just in time,” she began cryptically. You dug your nails into the arm of the chair as she stared at you, an unmistakable look of disappointment in her eyes. “I should have known Mary wouldn’t take this seriously.”

“Sister,” Copia said softly. “Might I ask what this meeting is about?”

She sucked her teeth and narrowed her eyes at him. “Well, if you’d give me a moment, I could explain. Or do you have somewhere more important to be, Cardinal?”

“No, Sister. Mi dispiace,” he replied solemnly. His jaw tensed, muscles flexing as he grinded his teeth to keep quiet.

She leaned back in her chair, a sick satisfaction on her face. Folding her hands on the desk, the nun eyed you both before she spoke again. “Cardinal, you will teach the new Sister the Rituals.”

Copia’s jaw dropped in confusion. “Mary is her mentor.”

“Mary can’t handle the responsibility,” she snapped. “If they want to dick around in the archives, they can do so alone. I expect results from you, Cardinal. Quickly.”

He looked back and forth between the two of you. “Sister, it is dangerous—”

“Cardinal, if I wanted to hear excuses, I would’ve asked your opinion. It’s not up for debate, for either of you. You will instruct the girl and Sister, you will do as he says.”

He huffed out a defeated sigh. “Yes, Sister Imperator.”

“Good. That’s all,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

You blinked, watching as Sister Imperator snapped a pen from her desk and started writing, immediately forgetting either of you were there.

The Cardinal stood and offered you a hand, his eyes trained on the ground. You let him help you to your feet, his fingers soft and warm in the absence of his gloves. He gave your hand a soft squeeze before dropping it to follow you out of Imperator’s office.

“Well, Mary’s going to be pissed,” you said quietly once you’d made it far enough away from the nun’s office.

“I suspect Mary will have their own part to play in this soon. As will you,” Copia replied tersely.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Sorella.” He shook his head and turned his gaze on you. “It is nice to see you again, dolcezza.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, skin going pink with his words. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

He cracked a smile. “Apparently, you’ve been in the basement playing with Mary.”

“That is such bullshit, you know? We’ve been studying this whole time. Mary was doing exactly what she asked.”

“I think you’ll find Sister Imperator only cares for her version of the truth.”

“You really do let her talk to you like that, don’t you?”

“You haven’t been here long, Sorella, but I can assure you it is not worth arguing with her.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

He smirked. “Do you care about my feelings, dolce?”

“Maybe.”

He searched the hallway before bringing a hand to your face, gently swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It is sweet of you to worry, but I can assure you nothing Imperator says or does can hurt me.”

You nodded once and leaned into the Cardinal’s touch. “I still don’t have to like it.”

“I—”

Copia jerked his hand away as the sound of footsteps rounded the corner. Two Ghouls breezed past, neither paying much attention to you or the Cardinal. He shifted away from you, shaking his head at your raised eyebrow. The Ghouls pushed through a door at the end of the hall, but Copia kept his distance.

“Meet me in an hour at my quarters?” he asked softly.

“You don’t waste any time, huh?”

He smiled and shook his head. “I have rituals to teach you, Sorella.”

“I’m so sorry. I thought—”

He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned in close. “Wear something comfortable.”

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jeanbie · 1 year

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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #7 ★ masterlist.

pairing: porco x reader

genre: domestic au, ghost au, modern au | warnings: mentions of suicide, mediums, character death, mental health references (depression), grief, slight Goblin references at the end | wc: 2.5k

note: love this one. please tell me if you wanna see similar angsts for other characters!

⏤ imagine the first time they say i love you. like, properly say it; because they’ve said it before, but today they say it one last time, when it’s the only thing left to say.

It started with a medium.

There had been a time where you prided yourself on your disbelief in an afterlife, dismissing mediums on television, laughing at ghost hunters and paranormal movies depicting demons and ghouls climbing out of screens. Although now, those times seem too long ago, phantom memories - even the person you were in those memories seem to be different, as though looking into the mind of a stranger, disconnected and vacant.

Jean had told you that was a coping mechanism. Mikasa assured you it was normal. Your sister said it was mental illness.

After the loss of Porco, you didn’t know what to think anymore. After the loss of the love of your life, thinking just became pointless.

When the news of Porco’s passing had reached you, it had reached you last. At least everybody in your close circle of friends knew a few hours before you, Porco’s family and Reiner who had found him being the first who found out almost a day before. The absence of Porco for those long and tortuous hours were ones you misjudged. You thought he was going back home to see his family for the weekend. Berthold thought he was with you. Reiner had returned to his shared flat and found the truth hanging.

The only reason as to why you were last was because nobody knew how you would react. Amongst the chaos and shock that was Porco’s death, the reaction that would be drawn from you would change everything. You'd been through this before, this darkness. It had taken some work with Porco to get over whatever darkness consumed you, and this would set you back years. Looking back at it, you even remember where you were and when it had happened, when the pin dropped. Originally, they wanted Reiner to tell you, but, overcome with grief, he sent Annie instead. You will never, ever forget the look on Annie’s face as you opened the door, and the news followed a cup of tea and an unexpected, clueless, and genuine smile had settled on your lips. “What are you doing here?” you had asked, “is everything okay?” She'd said nothing, and then caved when you asked if she'd heard from Porco this weekend. He’s missing my calls. Has he contacted you?

Even after the funeral, after the original shock and after the news had been broken out around university, people still didn’t know how to act around you. The Porco Subject was never spoken about or touched upon. Pictures of Porco were turned over or taken down when you came over, his name buried with him in the pretty cemetery by the river. It took some time, a real long time, but eventually, the pain began to ever so slightly fade; only to come rushing back again like the sudden pull of the tide when Louise had approached your booth in the dorm common room with a leaflet about a medium.

You don’t know why you went.

Mikasa had come, too, as emotional support and because she wanted to be there to see if it was as real as Louise and the leaflet were making it out to be. You hadn’t even booked a session, turning up unannounced and anonymous for the meeting in one of the older lecture rooms on campus. The question of why and how a medium was permitted onto campus was never addressed - you just had to see and hear it for yourself. Nothing would come out of it, and you were glad to keep it that way. That was until the medium called out for a Y/N, and your heart sank.

“There’s a Porco in the room, and he’s asking for a Y/N…is there…a Y/N here?”

You had no reaction other than paralysed silence. Mikasa was scandalised, angry and confused. The medium surely must have heard about Porco’s death here and that’s why the session was on campus. She said all of this accusingly, crying in hysterics, this is wrong, how can you do this to someone in grieving?

You left the lecture hall, leaving a piece of you behind with it.

Since that day, you’d returned back to the comfort of your bedroom, leaving for your lectures only occasionally. Seminars were skipped in silence and the teachers understood, sending emails to cover for it, and the notifications piled up like the tissues in the dustbin. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that the event with the medium was a scam, something set up as a sick practical joke, you couldn’t shake it off. What if’s and buts whirled around in your head, chaotic, loud, invasive and sad.

Porco was gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. But what if you had stayed -? What if it was true? What if you just missed your last, and final opportunity to say goodbye?

“Why are you here? All of you?”

“We never left.”

You blink.

“Does it…does it hurt? Dying?”

You close your eyes slowly. “Quicker than falling asleep.” And exhale.

Something deep into your apartment bumps.

The noise is quiet whilst still being loud enough to bounce off the volume of the movie, playing quietly on your television screen sitting on top of your desk. Lately, your living room has been pulled into your bedroom, all rooms besides the connecting ensuite now in one. Phone calls from worried friends and family were set to silent and on days where the front door rang, it remained closed. Like you did many months ago, all you need right now is the space. People had told them why. They didn’t blame you.

Sniffing and wiping your eye with the side of your hand, you push the covers folded up around your breasts down and kick your feet to the floor, staring towards your bedroom door as if probing it for answers. Silence, and then another noise. On a normal day, this might alarm you, but your body is numb, aching and tired, and so you move towards the door without thinking and pull it open, stepping out into the hall. A glance in either direction shows no immediate threat, and you’re too lazy, too tired and too unbothered to step out to investigate. The noise is likely somebody upstairs or down, and if it is an intruder here to kill you, then what do you have to lose?

You move back into your bedroom, shutting the door gently. The bathroom rope-light swings in the breeze from the door moving and you slip into the bathroom quickly. Light floods the box room, illuminating the exhaustion on your face. You look ghastly, sunken and stale. You feel it too. Depression clings to you, life moves outside but stills in. God, you feel so ugly, so worthless and disgusting and alone - splashing your face with cold water, you gasp in the air like you’re depending on the taste, passing up looking at your reflection in the mirror in fear of what you’ll see staring back. When the bathroom light is turned off and you shut the door behind you, you turn to shuffle back into your bedroom and pause.

There is somebody by the window.

It’s undeniable, real and solid- but you blink several times, wondering if it’s just a dream. Nothing registers in your body, no reflex to scream or panic. Instead, you simply stare.

The silhouette against the window shuffles, anxious, and then steps into the light. For a while you say nothing, staring in a stunned silence as the figure reveals itself. It has to be a dream. This is a dream. You’ve dreamt it a hundred times. You’ve dreamt Porco stepping towards you. You don’t know what to think.

“Pock,” you say, lifeless. “Am I…dreaming?”

“Baby-” Footsteps across the carpet. Moves like him. Sounds like him. “Oh, my baby girl.” Something cold touches you, but something familiar. Old friends. Old lovers, fleshy hands. Feels like him. “My beautiful girl.”

“Pock. Porco?” you stumble. The Porco before you watches your eyes fill with tears instantly, and the tightness in your throat he can visibly see causing your hands to tremble. “Porco? Am I. Am I dreaming? Am I sleeping?”

“Mhm, yeah,” he settles with. Maybe that’s for the best, maybe that will calm you down. His hands engulf your own, massaging the shakes to sleep. “You’re dreaming.”

“You. You feel so real,” you choke. “Fuck. Porco, fuck, what’s happening, why does it feel real-”

“Please-”

“I’m scared, wait, what’s happening, Pock-?”

The hands you felt on your hands move to your arms. A tightness follows, like he’s holding you. He did this, he was good at calming you down with his hands on your arms and lips on yours, whispers in mouths. This time he doesn’t kiss you. He can’t. Not now. Not again, never again.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you insist, tears pouring out of your eyes. “You’re. You. Baby, you died, you left me, you left us, why did you. Where did you. Porco, what…?”

“Calm down, Y/N, calm down, okay?” Porco whispers comfortingly. “Capture your breath, and then we’ll talk okay? I don’t have too long left here.”

This repeats for a little while, as Porco follows a method he used to when he tried to calm you down. After three long and amazing years of dating, Porco had learned what worked and what didn’t, what to say and what not to. The crazy thing about love is how you dedicate everything to getting to know that other person inside and out, learning their secrets and exploring interests, making memories to remember and frame and tell kids about. There was a time when Porco thought about all of that, and a time where he could have had it.

“Is it really you?” you ask quietly, after several long minutes of Porco holding your head in his hands and bringing you out of the storm onto the calm shore. “I’m not going crazy?”

“It’s me,” Porco promises, smiling as best as he can. You’re crying, maybe you can’t see his face. His throat feels hot, tight and firm.

“I miss you.” You rasp out your words, gasping for air every few seconds, “I miss you so much, Porco. Why did you leave me, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I. I thought you were going to your parents for the weekend, but. But Reiner found you and- why did you lie to me? Pock, why…? Was, was it me?”

“No.” Porco grabs your hands tightly. “Don’t ever say that. It was never, ever your fault. Not at all, okay? Don’t think that.”

“Then why?”

Porco can’t think. “I don’t want you to think it was your fault, okay? You were- you are, everything to me. You were the light of my life. But, fuck, I was so unhappy. And I didn’t know how to stop being unhappy. I hurt. It hurt me. I was hurting everybody around me in my own little way. Every time I would tell you that I was doing extra readings at the dorm, all I was doing was struggling, thinking about how unhappy I felt even though I was surrounded by people who made me feel worth it. And you all deserved so much better. Still, you deserve so much better.”

“Reiner found you. None of us knew you were hurting, Pock, I didn’t know. We should have noticed the signs, I should have been more careful.”

“No. I was good at hiding it, I never wanted you to worry.”

Suddenly Porco’s eyes widen, his hands stroking your hair pausing. With a quick exhale of breath, his smile tightens and he lets out a shaky sigh. “I haven’t got long left. I need to go soon.”

“Go? No, go where?” you frantically ask. “No, please Pock, don’t leave me again. You can’t leave me again, please.”

“It’s okay. It’s all okay. I tried to call for you the other week, but you left,” Porco explains quickly.

“The medium? That…that was you?”

Porco laughs quietly, “Yeah, baby girl. But, I get it, you never believed in all that stuff, huh. I should have known better. I had to come here, come to see you. I had to.”

I had to one last time.

“Please,” you whisper, grabbing his hands. “Please don’t leave me again. Please. I love you so much, please don’t leave me alone again. I need you.”

Porco shakes his head, attempting a curly smile that you can’t even see past the blur of his own tears. “Y/N L/N, you have been the love of my life. I have loved being your boyfriend and you are my best friend. I will never, ever forget how amazing you are.” Nodding, sniffing his tears back, Porco kisses your forehead. His lips are cold and wet, ghostlike and light. “I love you. I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry, for everything- none of it is your fault, okay, honey? Mmm?”

You feel his hands in your hair as you nod. “I know. I know, and I’m sorry, too. I could have helped you.”

“Don’t forget about me,” Porco says. “You being happy, and you knowing that it was never your fault, will help me now. Okay?”

Sniffing loudly, you nod again. “Okay.”

For a long moment, Porco just stares: “I’m gonna miss you so much.” You mumble something in reply to him, and he sighs shakily, “but now, I have to go.”

You grab his hands as he tries to pull away. “Don’t leave me, you’re leaving me.”

“I never left. I’ll always be here, watching over you. Always, and forever.”

(“All is said and done?”

Porco steps into the long hallway and smiles at the hooded man. He’s seen who he needs to; several stops around to his family, one to Reiner who had it the worst with finding his body. The final one for you. Y/N, the love of his entire life, remembered in memories and gone in touch.

It’s okay.

“Yeah,” Porco nods. Death nods, his hood falling slightly as he points down the hallway with one hand and with the other, passes Porco a small cup. Porco reaches for it, exhaling gently. “Just like falling asleep.”

He drinks the contents and hands the cup back to Death, heading down the hallway. For a moment, his hand hovers above the handle. He’s said his piece on Earth. He’s done what he needs to do. Now, he can move on in peace.

He turns the handle. The hallway fills with white.)

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco #porco x reader #porco imagine #porco galliard imagine #porco angst #porco galliard angst #pock x reader #pock imagine #attack on titan #aot #aot imagine #attack on titan imagine #suicide mention #mine #ittojean #jeanbie

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plutoswritingplanet · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

My AO3 Profile (there’s a lot of old cringey stuff there btw)

Stranger Things

Peter Ballard (Henry Creel/Vecna/001)

White Rabbit (x Fem!Reader) PART 1 , PART 2

Ptolemaea ( x Fem!Reader oneshot)

Peter Ballard and Child!Reader (requested, oneshot)

The Skin (x AFAB!Reader requested, oneshot)

Moon Knight

Jake Lockley

Release (x Fem!Reader oneshot)

Arthur Harrow

Knives Out (x Fem!Reader oneshot)

The Black Phone

The Grabber

Stop, Hammer Time (x AFAB!Reader oneshot)

Peter Pan 2003

Captain James Hook

Lady Disdain (x AFAB!Reader oneshot)

Arcane (League of Legends)

Silco

And I’ll Be Like Sugar (x AFAB!Reader oneshot)

Attack On Titan/Shingeki No Kyojin

Zeke Yeager

Cross The Line (x AFAB!Reader)

Far Cry 3

Hoyt Volker

Moon River (x Reader)

One Piece (Live Action)

Dracule Mihawk

Taking What’s Not Yours (x Reader)

Buggy The Clown

You Started It (x Reader) - Part 1. Part 2.

Mortal Kombat (games and movies)

Shang Tsung

Unpunishable (x F!Reader)

The Saw Franchise

Mark Hoffman

Enabler (x F!Reader)

Supernatural

Lucifer

Ring Of Fire (x F!Reader) - Part 1. Part 2.

Dune (Villeneuve movies)

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen

It’s A Special Death You Saved (x F!Reader) - Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.(finale)

Strip Me Down And Paint Me Black (x F!Reader) - Part 1.

Fallout (Amazon TV Series)

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul

Hand That Feeds (x F!Reader) - Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Lost (2004 TV Series)

Benjamin Linus

The Secret of Drowning (x F!Reader) - AO3 link

#masterlist #my writing #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #001 x reader #jake lockley x reader #arthur harrow x reader #stranger things x reader #moon knight x reader #captain hook x reader #silco x reader #zeke yeager x reader #hoyt volker x reader

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imperhine · 6 months

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PER ASPERA AD INFERI.

rhine's ghost sideblog (@fr-nka is my main)

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requests open + ask box open!

i mostly write x reader but sometimes i'll do pairings! i currently write for:

ghouls: aether, dewdrop, mountain, rain, phantom, swiss, ifrit

ghoulettes: aurora, cirrus, cumulus, sunshine

*i write for the characters and not the person behind the mask. dewdrop is the ghouls name, not the other way.

papas: primo, terzo, copia/emeritus iv (how do i write secondo)

writing tag: rhine.writes

*minors dni with my 18+ content.

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masterlist - last updated: april 8 2024

navigation + my tags

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a little more about me...

az/rhine | 18+ | any pronouns

hiya! i'm rhine. like, the river. you can also call me az :) i mostly write but i will try to draw sometimes. don't hesitate to send an ask in! even if requests are closed, i still love to chat or discuss headcanons and silly things with you.

i don't know how else to introduce myself since i think you can see more of that through my rambling on this blog. my favorite ghouls are highlighted above :D my favorite ghost song right now is ritual. i use a lot of emoticons instead of emojis just because they're charming

likes: tarot decks, overanalyzing song lyrics, journalling with a copious amount of stickers, greek yogurt

dislikes: the sun blinding my eyes, clocks that make too much noise, disorganization,

#rh.rhine #navi #navigation

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chayacat · 2 years

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Remember, My Love. (21)

Fandom: Resident Evil 8 Village

Lycan Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, language and Smut

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The tension was.... Heavy. Very heavy. At the same time, how it could be otherwise, when you have 4 people who exude an aura... so strong? If the fight between them were based only on this, the bridge, which is already very fragile, would explode without resisting a single second. But fortunately, it takes much more than that. Even if time has had its effect, the bridge remains standing to allow access to the Heisenberg factory. But for now, Miranda had to be prevented from passing and going at all costs. And that’s what Karl, Alcina and Chris do, accompanied by Urias. The first two were well damaged while Chris and Urias had some scratches. Miranda was in perfect condition, no injuries, not even a scratch. But always with that cold, twisted look on the face.

“You still don't understand, as I can see. You can attack me as many times as you want, with all your strength if it amuses you, but you won't do anything to me. Your powers are ridiculous compared to mine. I am the goddess of this village! The mutamycete has made me a superior being to all of you, miserable fools!” said Miranda.

“You’re a goddamn crazy b**ch...” said Karl.

“She completely lost her mind.” said Alcina.

“No. She was always like that. She was just playing a role.” responds Chris.

“Ah Chris Redfield. If you hadn't put your nose in my belongings, everything could have gone very differently. And we wouldn't be where we are today. But you had to land and ruin everything. But should I really be surprised? Not really. But as they say, the most beautiful reward comes after a winding path. Soon and thanks to Aria, my little Eva will finally be with me again! And this time I wouldn't let anything separate us at all. Not even the disease. And you, wretched pests, will disappear just like this village of fools! So, let's stop wasting time, bring me Aria. And perhaps I would grant you, my clemency. Or not.” Replied Miranda.

“We won't let you carry out your plans, Miranda. Your little game is over. It's time for you to disappear.” said Chris, pointing his weapon to Miranda.

“Then come.”

Chris shot Miranda who avoided the bullets with disconcerting ease. Karl drew the bullets towards him, piercing the wings of the witch who fell on the bridge. But she got up, dusting her shoulders before making ghouls appear before her from the castle Dimitrescu. The latter, armed with sickles and other sharp weapons, advanced towards the small group, releasing growling as threatening as each other. But this was without counting on Urias, who with his sledgehammer sent the ghouls waltzing over the bridge before roaring towards Miranda. The latter created an entire army in order to annihilate those who were once her "children". The bridge still held, but you could still hear broken stones falling into the water. It's only a matter of time before it gives in.

“We have to hurry to get rid of them otherwise we are all good to take a deadly bath in the river. Because in my opinion... Moreau is waiting for us at the end of the race. And it would surprise me if he helped us.” said Karl.

“Oh, but you're right my dear Heisenberg... Moreau is so stupid... that it took me little to convince him to help me. He wants so much to have my love.... that he is ready for anything. So, a piece of advice... avoid falling into the water. Or you'll never see the light of day again. Hahahahaha! Kill them!!!!” Shout Miranda to the ghouls.

The ghouls threw themselves on the group which pushed them back each in turn. But the more they killed, the more Miranda created. To the point where Chris and the others began to retreat little by little. Miranda took the opportunity to redeploy her wings and fly to the factory. She didn't need to sit there, watching these fools fight, when she could quietly walk by and get what she wanted.

“Damn it!” said Chris.

“Karl! Stop Miranda! she must not find Aria! it's your factory! you'll do better than us! we stay here to stop the ghouls!” said Alcina.

“But...” Starts Karl.

“Just go! COME ON!” replied Chris.

Karl watched them before taking his lycan form and starting to run after Miranda. He had to catch up with her as soon as possible. Meanwhile at the factory, Aria and Dimitrescu's 3 daughters had locked themselves in a secret room that Only Karl and them now knew existed. Here, Aria will be safe. Arty was lying down, serving as a kind of cushion for young women. The orders were clear: Do not leave this room. Whatever it costs. At least for Aria. Miranda must not fall on her. Otherwise, she is lost. The latter was worried, not only for Alcina, Chris and the others... but also for his beloved.

“I can't believe that Mother Miranda could be so horrible! Also, bad! from the beginning she lied to us and no one saw anything! I want so much to join Mother and fight alongside her to kill this dirty witch! It's frustrating!” said Daniela.

“Calm down. You know the orders. We have to protect Aria from her. But for now, we must hide.” said Cassandra.

“But I want to fight!”

“...You desperate me.”

“You worried. Aren’t you?” said Bella sitting next to Aria who was surprised. “Don’t worry. Mother and uncle Karl are strong. Very strong. They’ll survive. You know that right?”

“...I know. But still, I’m worried. Miranda is really twisted. She killed me all those years ago just to use me as a... subject for her experiment. And she wants to...use me again. As if my life was nothing to her. In fact, my life IS nothing for her. And she thinks the same for everyone. Because, or thanks to her, I here again, but I'm infected by the mutamycete. And I still don’t know how my body will react to it.” said Aria sadly.

“Don’t worry. We will be there for you. All of us. You know that.”

“Yeah...i know. Thank you, Bella.” replied Aria with a smile.

“I wonder what your powers will look like! if it happens, you'll be as strong as Uncle Karl!!” said Daniella cheerfully.

“Hahaha! I don’t think so. But I must admit, I'm quite curious about it too.”

“In the meantime, we are the ones who protect you. And we won't let anyone hurt you. We owe it to Uncle Karl.” said Cassandra.

Arty licked Aria's cheek, as if to show his support. The latter laughed as she stroked his head, even if it pained her to know that he was human before, she was still happy to have him with her. He had never abandoned him. Just like Heisenberg. Suddenly noise was heard outside. Everyone tensed as the steps drew closer. the 3 Dimitrescu girls were in front of Aria, ready to defend her if necessary. The door opened and the group fell on Heisenberg, who was also armed. After all, you never know.

“Karl!” said the young woman.

“Aria...Thank God you’re still here...” responds Karl, taking Aria in his arms. “Miranda is around. Chris and Alcina stayed on deck so I could join you. We have to take you somewhere else.”

“But where?”

“...I don’t know yet. But I'll find it. Come on. Let's get out of here.”

The group left the room and began to go up to leave the factory on the other side. But as they arrived outside, in the large courtyard, Miranda appeared in front of them and with a violent gesture, swept away the 3 daughters Dimitrescu and Arty, making them unconscious. Then without Heisenberg having time to react, she grabbed Aria and began to fly away. It was without counting on the lycan who with an impressive jump, made the witch fall and caught up with Aria to prevent her from getting injured.

“Are you alright?” he asks, checking every part of Aria’s body.

“Yes...thanks Karl.” she responds.

He smiled at her, when suddenly he felt a pain in his shoulder. He screamed in pain as he collapsed supported by Aria. In general, it didn't matter to him... but he felt that this time... it was different. And when he looked, he saw a knife planted. But it was no ordinary knife, he felt it: silver. He removed the knife not without screaming in pain and felt that his strength had weakened. as soon as he came into contact with silver, Karl lost his strength. he felt weak as before. And that's the case now. He had to wait for his forces to return. He's going to have to fend for himself the old-fashioned way. If he manages to give even a punch. Miranda landed right in front of him, and Aria snuggled up to him, tightening her grip as best she could.

“My poor Karl... Look at you. You were so strong... so powerful... and now you are as weak as before. I could grind you with my hands, without any effort. You almost pity me.” said Miranda.

“F*ck... You...” He simply responds, trying to catch his breath.

“HAHAHA! Still so cocky I see! Well, I guess that every family have a rebellious child.”

She levitated Karl, who tried to struggle. But it was like trying to escape from a huge spider web. Then she brought the silver blade closer to Heisenberg's body before gently pressing it on his torso, extracting a cry of pain from him.

“KARL!!! PLEASE STOP IT!” shout Aria with tears.

“If you want him to stay alive, then accept your destiny, young girl! otherwise it is his life that I would take!” said Miranda.

“D-D-Don't. Aria... Run.” said Karl.

“Karl...” responds the young woman.

“You know me. You know how strong I am. Don’t worry. I’ll never die. Remember, of the 4 Lords, I am the most dangerous. But above all... Redfield is going to make her skin to this dirty whore!”

“ENOUGH!” replied Miranda by torturing Karl more. “If you think your Redfield is going to do anything to me, you're wrong! it's time to get back to reality! YOU ARE NOTHING!” she spokes before throwing him away.

“KAAAAAARL!”

Heisenberg was slumped against a pile of stone, panting, bleeding, suffering. He was in pain. But he wanted to keep fighting. He had to. For her. for his pack. For his family. But his body was at its wits' end. he didn't want to move. Just rest. For a few minutes. Miranda approached him, her eyes cold, murderous, with a twisted smile on her face. She raised her hand towards him, ready to deliver the final blow, but Aria stood in between to stop her.

“STOP!” she said with tears in her eyes. “I... I would follow you. I beg you.... I would do whatever you want... but please.... let him live. If you do... then I would let you use my body to bring Eva back.... I beg you...”

“A-Aria...No...” said Karl faintly.

“... Finally, someone reasonable. If this is your one and only condition, then I agree to leave him alive. tell him your farewell.” said Miranda.

Aria turned to Karl and rose to his height to give him a kiss. It was for her the last one they exchanged, before dying again. So, she wanted to put all her love into it one last time. Karl wanted to hold her back but his body was far too weak. His vision was beginning to blur and the last thing he saw was the tearful but smiling face of his beloved. Then he lost consciousness. Miranda took the young woman with her and flew out, leaving out, an unconscious Karl Heisenberg, in the middle of this same place where years before...

He lost her because of a simple bullet.

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(We're getting closer to August 10th! I can't wait if you knew! One piece is one of my first Mangas with Fairy tail, and even if I ended up dropping out with the latter, this is not at all the case for the Straw Hat crew! I'm still sad that we get to the end of the manga but as they say: all good things have an end. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Have a great week everyone! See ya!)

#Karl Heisenberg #karl x female reader #Lycan Karl Heisenberg #Chris Redfield #Re8 #re8 village #re8 fanfiction

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torchiiko · 1 year

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I posted 421 times in 2022

That's 306 more posts than 2021!

146 posts created (35%)

275 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/amamozarte

@/spamtonromantic

@/eldritchstingray

@/blackraggedyandy

@/torchiiko

I tagged 420 of my posts in 2022

#rb - 261 posts

#deltarune - 137 posts

#save - 119 posts

#spamton - 89 posts

#nerd time - 85 posts

#torch chatter - 61 posts

#pokemon - 41 posts

#ramble - 39 posts

#submas - 23 posts

#rc9gn - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#prior to him i did have a little tiger beanie boo who was so well loved that it was noticebly more decrepit(?) than one my sister got later

My Top Posts in 2022:

i Love spamton x readers where spamtons in like. an unconventional form, like hes a virus in your computer or he gets isekaid into your world as a living doll

That being said: in the "spamton lives in your computer" stories, reader downloads him accidentally or out of pity but What If they were a youtuber who talked about computer worms and viruses and downloaded him On Purpose in a virtual machine to showcase him

they narrate everything he does while screen recording like "oh see, its trying to access my microphone now. this is why you have to be careful about what programs you run, im using a vm so it should be contained and cant get into my actual files" and spamtons like "wtf. wtf"

little desktop spamton contained in the virtual machine while reader makes videos on him bc they and their audience think hes neat. they compliment his complexity and how much hes seemingly able to do, not knowing hes a whole little guy in there and not just a random computer virus

131 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

hey i made another poll 4 spamton fans!!!

2022 version babey!! this one has a lot more questions and more answers based on responses from the last one! im just curious how everyones feelings abt our favorite guy might differ from a year ago

now includes questions abt sneo, the spamton plush, and your favorite design headcanons! responses are public so have fun once theres actually enough to read through

ive heard tumblr doesnt like links so for the sake of getting more ppl to see this (and thus more answers to read which is the best part), please reblog!

132 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

littol inscryption hcs :)

while leshy kinda has shut-in vibes i feel like like hes actually more the type to Never be home!! if you wanna challenge him you have to go find him in the woods and hes like up in a tree taking regular pictures of all the animals he sees (inscrybing everything would not be good for the ecosystem)

follow up he likes to think outside.. got like a huge rock he chills on where he brainstorms stuff for his games.. the Thinking Rock

probably bathes in a river or waterfall tbh. he doesnt need soap the sheer force of the water is enough to cleanse him

the fact that p03 has a mechanic where bot cards can have beast forms implies he doesnt hate them :) he feels positively enough to add them to his cards at least!!

although he can display pretty much anything he wants on his monitor, it still takes him considerable effort to hide his expressions! accidentally showing his smile only to immediately switch back to neutral like "you didnt see that"

being good friends with him would obviously include lots of playful + affectionate bullying but also the occasional sappy moment where he will either respond equally as sappy and/or threaten to kill you bc hes overwhelmed with the kindness

grimora treats her ghouls very well and visiting her is always a delight! the type to not let you leave without giving you a gift of some kind, be it a nice meal or a new pack of cards

she always tells the ghosts and ghouls they died bc they have to know at some point, but she makes sure to be gentle about it and is ready for whatever reaction they may have

yknow what! i think shed think p03s technology is cool!! all the scrybes feel a little old fashioned but shes quite interested in the modern stuff even if she isnt used to it or doesnt really understand it, but she tries!

man idk whats up with magnificus. giving him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was trying to do a sort of tough love approach with his students but in a weird twisted kinda way?? that or he was like "ah you idolize me? lol cringe [puts your head on a pike forever]"

he should have a wizard hat. i think he does have one somewhere but he got bullied into not wearing it

itd be really funny if his eyes see color differently so to him hes making these really gorgeous masterpieces but everyone else sees the colors normally and its just an awful awful mess. imagine if he sees things really bright and almost neon so everything he paints ends up being incredibly dull and slightly the wrong color

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forever thinking about how hunter specifically said belos Found him. that he didnt think he would make it in the boiling isles bc of his lack of magic. the Implications guys,,, either belos didnt raise hunter from birth/creation Or grimwalkers can be made with false memories

cuz its like! that implies hunter had some kind of life before belos, whether it was real or a memory he implanted and i need to know what happened before belos, even if its just what hunter thinks happened

148 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what if ingo and emmet had a shared pokemon version of instagram account for posting pictures they take of various trains and like. its not exactly Secret but theres nothing that really ties it to them bc its just about The Trains

but one day part of one of their shoes and like the edge of their coat is ever so slightly in frame and it goes viral bc this random little inconspicuous train fan account was actually run by the Subway Bosses of the Unova Battle Subway, 2 quite powerful and well known trainers in the region. and of course the internet would lose their minds over something like that

they wake up with like millions more followers and tons of comments like "I NEVER KNEW THIS ACCOUNT EXISTED??" and "thats. ingos shoe. he and emmet are the only people in the world who wear shoes like that"

ingos like "how did they all find out it was us??" and emmets reading the comments and says "ah, you were just barely in frame in this photo. thats how they identified us" and then they do nothing about it. they never speak about it publicly they just keep posting their train photos and ignoring dms

704 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #didnt realize that ingo n emmet post had that many notes #also i didnt wanna actually @ anyone #i did som other editing on this instead of posting it directly as is #and also. what singular post did i not tag. this is going 2 haunt me forever #abyway heres this ig #long post

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