#she’s leading the ppl she hypnotizes

[nyctophiliq]

⋆⑅˚₊ — in the back seat, I’m yours. abby anderson

description.             non of you can keep your hands to yourselves after a night out with friends, it has to be done right here, right now.

content warnings.               MDNI, nsfw content, female bodied reader, semi public sex, vaginal fingering, fingering, cunnilingus, college au, car sex author’s note.                 tumblr kept community label this back in may and I guess I am trying my luck again so you the ppl on tumblr can also see it !!! hope you like this if you haven’t read it on ao3 yet :)

it was one of those nights that when the day ended and before the next one started, ellie, abby, dina, jesse, you, and a few other friends of yours didn’t need to be cooped up in the college’s library, learning for upcoming exams and writing essays for extra credits. it was a night to celebrate your hard work and relax, let loose and forget about school even if it was just for a little while. abby and you both enjoyed nights out like these, seeing each other in lovely outfits, nicer than what you two usually wear but not so fancy you would look apart from everyone, laugh with everyone, to laugh with each other when arriving home.

the two of you have been driving around a little just before, trying to not get caught in the city’s traffic too much but one thing lead to another with abby parking a little away from the dorms, in an unlit alleyway, maybe one or two streets down. non of you could keep your hands to yourselves, not after you have endured almost five hours of just being around friends with no chance to really admire each other.

“abby…” your voice came out almost like a whisper, and you looked down, trying to work out a sentence. but your mind’s wires were knotting as you couldn’t stop your fantasies from taking over every coherent thought you had up to this pint. in such a thigh place like this, on the backseats of abby’s car, no wonder you had no room to think, abby was the only thing on your mind. her lips, her skin, her fingers, her breath, her voice… just abby.

“i’m yours… i wanna be yours,” you finally choke out, your hands tensing around abby’s neck as you wait for her to pull away and say no, that it is too public and fooling around was where she drew the line.

abby smiled sweetly down at you, with one of her hands on your flushed cheeks as she hummed, “yeah? wanna be mine, sweet princess?” you nodded, biting your lips while doing so, hypnotized by the lustful look on abby’s face.

“want you so bad abs…” you whine as you lean closer, wanting and needing another kiss so the burning feeling between your legs would be kept at bay. your eyes slipped shut and you whined softly as abby’s teeth got caught on your lower lip, biting and pulling before her mouth slipped to your jaw. she nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, each kiss sending new tingles across your body.

a grin ran across abby’s face hearing your needy whines. she pushed some hair out of her face before burying her head into you neck, sensually kissing as her hands gave your thighs gentle squeezes. your girlfriend was more than eager to leave some marks, sink her teeth into your perfect skin, and hear you cry a little before letting a pleasant moan out when her tongue soothed the pain.

“you are so precious princess, so soft.”

abby whispered as she opened your legs, pushing the apart and unbuttoning your jeans, practically ripping them off in excitement, ogling those see-through, pretty pink thongs. the sight made the girl’s pussy above you clench around nothing, and that yearning desire to hear her pretty thing of a girlfriend cry out her name grew bigger.

she palmed your clothed cunt, laughing out loud pleasantly as she felt the forming wet patch on her palm. “i was thinking o-of this all n-night… you touching me like this,” you watched as abby’s eye darkened at your words, a grin eating away her facial muscles.

“all this flattery is gonna make me take real good care of this pussy.” abby smirked, flashing one side of her teeth hungrily as she stretched her back for one last time. she wanted to see the forming mess that you were, see how your face twitches as she moved your panties down and pocketed them. “gonna touch you now, ‘kay?”

you turned away, trying to hide your face in your own shoulder as you were already feeling fuzzy and sparkly all over your body. it felt so good to be under abby like this, feeling so small and at a loss of control, but still feeling just as special, her pretty princess, and now you just wanted to please the predator that had trapped you. if abby kept talking to you with that low voice of hers, with this choice of words, the sickly sweet tone that made your knees buckle, then you would have done anything abby had asked for no matter if people were to watch.

abby’s hand run up your flushed body, taking handfuls of your soft breasts as abby rapidly flicked your clit with her tongue. you worked up the courage to look, your glassy eyes stuck on abby’s face as it disappears between your thighs, trying your best to focus in spite of the dizzying weightlessness in your head that threatened to blur your vision. you wanted to see abby first, at least for a little while.

“you are so wet, princess, do you feel that?” abby asked teasingly, moving her thumb up and down between your sticky lips, eyes completely drowning in the stretching sight of your early arousal. she dragged your slick up to your clit and circled it once as slowly as she could, reveling in the way you absolutely melted under her. your entire body thrummed as abby repeated the motion, your mouth hanging open and your body shuddering.

you could taste it in the air how turned on you were, it was embarrassing and the best feeling at the same time. there wasn’t a single thought in your head besides how good it felt to be at abby’s mercy, letting her touch your pretty parts and play with you as a fox would with a bunny before catching it.

your thoughts were interrupted and you almost slipped off the seat when abby’s tongue glides over your fiery core, pushing into you eagerly. “it’s so fucking hot when you drip for me, must be feeling good, huh?” you nod, hardly you can but you try, unable to do anything else because there is no word that you could form with your mouth.

abby teases you a little more, playing dangerously, barely doing anything that would feel too good before pushing a finger inside you without any warning. your juices drip onto the car seat and abby’s fingers slip right in you, a gasp catching in your throat as your insides welcome your girlfriend with much need and want.

you feel amazing, and abby feels amazing as she moves inside you, relishing in the teasing strokes inside of you, as abby goes joint by join in you before even thinking about speeding up. there is a sight of satisfaction leaving you when abby picks up an even speed, her tongue playing with your clit while her finger fucks into your tight hole.

the night air is cool on your exposed, bare breasts, and you reach up to pinch and rub your already hardened nipple, your other hand reaching for anything in the car to grip, to hold onto. it is abby’s hair that you land your pick on, it feels so good, and the great view of abby’s head between your thighs doesn’t hurt either, just makes you feel even more excited and pretty.

the sound of abby’s finger moving inside you is dirty and hot, and you can feel your face heat up with the pleasure of it. you thrust your hip up into abby’s hand, your own encouraging way for her to put more pressure on your clit, to play with it, to abuse it even.

it comes so suddenly, without a warning when you feel that oh-so-wonderful knot in your stomach paired up with those butterflies trying to break out, making your body writhe, twist and turn. you shake, nails scratching abby’s scalp as you gasp and moan, cursing multiple times, your thigh muscles tensing and wanting to close around that handsome face of abby’s.

“mh… fuck, abs, ‘m gonna m-make a mess, c-cum all over!” you moaned, feeling your hot clit throb and pussy squeezing around abby as she didn’t let off, feeling your hips spasm against her before abby’s finger was coated in your warm, milky arousal, working you through your orgasm. “come on pretty girl, come for me.”

your back arched off of the little support that the inside door handle was providing, your head pushing up against the fogged-up window as you moaned her name out loud, chanting it as your muscles tensed then let go of your body as a whole. you fell back limp against the fabric of the back seats, panting with your eyes stuck closed, little mewls leaving you as the last waves of your drunken daze rode through your body.

“you are so sweet,” of course, abby knew how you tasted, it wouldn’t have been the first time she had pulled her fingers out of you and licked them clean of your oh-so-sweet cum. “like candy.” she continues her little comment, chest blooming at the sight in front of her, looking down between your legs, watching as the fabric absorbs your delicious juices. she feels bad, wasting something so good.

“come on, let’s go inside, yeah?”

#📗 — written by moss ! #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x reader smut #tlou abby anderson x reader #tlou abby x reader #tlou abby x reader smut #tlou abby anderson x reader smut #tlou x reader smut #tlou x reader #the last of us smut #the last of us smut x reader smut #the last of us x reader #the last of us abby x reader #the last of us abby x reader smut #abby anderson x female reader

[deadgirl-requiem]

Syrin's Muse- Prologue

💧- angst/ F! OC x Rick Flag Part 1/ (?) W.C: 2,600+ Summary: people from her town call her Syrin, she's a performer, and it's at a night like this she meets Flag. The first time she meets Flag it's pure coincidence. However, the next time they meet up it's planned- Waller sets it up for him to bring her in as she is a vigilante/villain.

Verana (Rani/Vera) Sonare [so-nah-ray] Cadenza[codename Syrin] - she can manipulate sound and light (from head to toe and especially her vocals) (not only can she hypnotize you like those of legend but she can emit a blueish/lilac aura and most ppl can smell the scent of lilacs some even taste berries [grapes/blueberries/blackberries) As a Meta, some of her abilities are still a bit of a mystery to many.

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Walking down the street, the stars, street lamps, and passing cars illuminate the area around her and the bounding woman beside her. As they made their way to the bar her lifelong friend had picked out, she couldn't stop smiling. The woman in front of her begged her to travel across the country with her for a little vacation. Now as Sila giddily skipped down the sidewalk, Verana walked calmly behind her taking in the colder weather.

When they reached the bar Sila grabbed Verana by her hand and dragged her inside. The bar, pulsed with drowning music, not too many people out for a Friday night. Verana looked around at the place her friend chose, this time taking her friend's hand and leading her to the bar.

"Excuse me, pardon? Could we get 2 shots tequila and 2 shots vodka, thanks." Verana gave a small smile to the bartender in front of them. As the shots were placed in front of them the ladies looked at each other, each of them taking one in hand and tapping the glasses together before tossing them back. The burning liquor passed down her throat and it gave her a sense of relaxation.

As the night moved on, with a few more drinks in them the pair of them danced together. A group of people around them also dancing but Verana could feel eyes on her as she hummed along to the beat she danced to. As she danced, twirling around, flaring out the end of her skirt as she did so- she met the eyes of a stranger. He was sat in a corner of the bar, a drink in hand. The way he stood she could tell he towered over her.

With the liquid courage still coursing through her, she combed her hair back and smiled at him. Something in the air thickened as she continued humming and the mystery man made his way over to her. Verana danced her back to his front, their hands slightly laced. She hummed continuously as he turned her around, her head meeting just at his chest.

He gently tilted her head back to see her face, his warm brown eyes gazing into her indigo blue ones. As they danced she could feel something around them change. Something was different.

As they danced to the beat, he leaned down and she followed in his lips an inch from her face as his breath fanned hers. It was slow, but felt warm, like drinking whiskey. The song they danced to ended, still up close, sharing the same air when Verana was bumped into the stranger- meeting their lips in a brief kiss.

When they pulled away from each other only eye contact was shared as Sila came back into earshot, "Hey V- we gotta go." She tried her best to whisper into her ear but with the music and people all talking around her it was nearly impossible.

"Some guy was getting handsy, we're only gonna have a few minutes before someone gets suspicious."

Verana watched as the man's eyes wandered across her face to her friends and then through the crowd, she long since stopped humming, the liquid courage no longer dampening her senses. She looked around at the crowd and saw 2 exits from the building. Letting go of the man in front of her she smiled softly at him and leaned up to place a kiss on the creased look forming on his face. Before she settled back to her feet she whispered into his ear almost melodically, "Forget us."

"So V, you hoping you run into that hunk you were dancing on?" Sila asked as the girls dressed in their nightly gear. It had been a day since their night at the bar and the girls were getting ready to go out, but not like before.

"Ya' know Sy' I've told you already this life isn't exactly suited for that shit. And even if I did happen to run into him it's not like he'd remember me." As Verana slipped into her mismatch combat boots, she looked over her the opposite bed as Silas stood up.

"You didnt- You did not fix his memory. V I can't believe you." She gave a quick huff before turning around and tying her own shoe.

"Sy' what'd you want me to do? You had just turned some dude to stone in the back hallway, it would've been a matter of time before he and everyone else in the bar figured it was us."

Verana slipped on her old black leather jacket over the blue top she had on and adjusted the tied belt around her waist, "No- you're right. You did what you had to do- Damn. V, when did you change up your wardrobe?" Sila had turned back around and was taking in Verana's new look. The late-night duo had changed their look before, but all that remained constant this time was the mismatched boots and the jewelry, that of which Verana had been given from her estranged mother.

"Hey- you were just tellin' me how right I am." Verana gleamed.

Sila shook her head and finished getting ready. Strapping their weapons and varying pouches to their bodies their left room through the back exit and headed out.

A few days later Verana and Sila had returned home, back on the opposite coast. They hadn't gone for more than to have somewhat of a vacation. But bad people do bad things everywhere. And the consequences tend to catch up sometimes.

Verana had been at her second job of the day, she was working late- covering a shift for someone who called out. Waitressing had its up's and down's but it helped pay the bills, sort of. As she was going back and forth from the front of the house to the kitchen to read off the orders she felt her phone ring in her pocket- it had to be Sy' no one else calls this late.

She couldn't answer the phone, if she had and her boss happened to see her- she could kiss this job goodbye. She let the call pass and waited till she caught her 15 to call her back. It was an agonizingly slow crawl to get to her break, table after table of customers wanting to get their food as fast as possible.

Grumbling to herself as she went out the back door to the alleyway behind the restaurant. She wrapped her jacket tighter around herself, on nights like these she was glad they didn't have some ridiculous uniform. Verana leaned against the backside of the building and whipped out her phone finding a voicemail from Sila.

"Hey girl- I know *giggle* shhh. Shut up. I know you're at Joey's till 12 *giggle* but you should come meet me at Splash. Pretty Please. I'll love you forever- And there's a guy here that is just your type."

Verana looked up at the starry night sky and chuckled slightly. Might as well get to it. She turned back to head inside when she stalled. Something felt different, she didn't feel as alone as she wanted. Looking about the alleyway she saw nothing but the main road which occasionally lit up with passing headlights.

As her shift ended she waved goodbye to Joey, having changed into a spare change of clothes in the back. She swung by their apartment dropping off her duffle before heading to meet up with Sila. As she arrived at the nightclub there were people pouring out, the bass of the club still emanating from inside.

Entering the club she looked for her spunky friend. She was never too hard to find, usually the pulse of the party. As Verana walked farther into the club she could feel eyes on her, but shook it off- she was in a club and she was highly aware of what many people thought. They don't call you Syrin for nothing...

She shook her head and continued searching the crowd before her eyes landed on the familiar brunette. She was dancing with a familiar group. Making a beeline for them she wrapped her arms around Sila as she started dancing, "Oh my goodness! Look who showed up!"

Verana looked around at the group and waved, placing a peck on her friend's cheek, "Hi sorry- work was killer."

"Girl you came from work? Like that?" One of the group spoke up.

Verana glanced down at what she was wearing- the tied cardigan and jeans, "It's not that bad is it?"

"Bitch you're gonna pop a titty out if you're not careful!"

Verana lowered her head at their crudeness but laughed. Despite their warning the night went off without a hitch- the group dancing with one and another. Some of them attracting partners to dance with and others just wanting to dance alone. But the entire time she felt eyes on her- and not the type she usually felt.

The next night it wasn't a night out, it was Verana performing at one of the clubs she usually sang for on Wednesday nights, dressed probably her best, she waited to be called on stage. The owner of the establishment was a sweet older couple who always let her pick the music, with the exception that every 2nd Wednesday of the month would be an oldies selection.

It wasn't a big stage but the club had a rather classy look to it. So she always dressed her best- and today was no different. With a gown that reached the floor, the slit exposing one leg, her hair was pinned to one side. The tight wavy hair swept to one side, her black and blue locks meeting at her hip. As she walked to the lone standing mic she pressed her red lips together, scanning the seated crowd- she gave a soft wave and smile. The small band also joining her on stage- dressed just as nicely as her.

"Hi everyone- thanks for coming into Melancholy- I'm about to start off slow here, but before I do- don't forget to tip the bartender. He'll make sure you enjoy the show." She winked jokingly at the man behind the bar as he whistled.

The beat started picking up as the band started playing the intro, Verana swayed to the beat, "Found myself walking down your street Why did you never notice me?

Empty picture frames on the wall I see your face I keep my front door unlocked Just in case

Found myself walking down your street Why did you never notice me?" As she sang she felt the air change around her. Her eyes scanned the crowd before landing on the familiar warm eyes. Their eyes stayed connected as she continued singing, "Thought I heard you saying my name (I swear I barely ever sleep) Oh no, what a shame

You're taking up all my time Da-da-da, da-da-da You ghost of mine."

As the song ended and quickly transitioned to the next, her eyes flickered to the bassist behind her and she continued her set.

The next two hours went by like torture as she continued to make occasional contact with his eyes, trying to figure out if he remembered. When it came to the end of her set she stopped the band before they could segue to the next song, "Actually guys- I'm gonna switch it up, I know it's last-minute but I thought we could perform one of our specials." She beamed sweetly and the band obliged.

She cleared her throat, hoping the man- if he remembered, if he was suspicious- could feel what was happening. The band started playing the intro and away she went, "You'll be seein' me in your dreams and I'll be there when your reality drowns."

As she started singing, swaying to the beat, she looked deep into his warm brown eyes. His eyes focused on her as she sang, sang to him, "This could be perfection A venom drippin' in your mouth Singin' like a siren Love me while your wrists are bound."

When his pupils slowly dilated she could see his chest struggle to rise heavily- her hypnosis struggling to take its effect, "That when you hear my voice Darlin' it's a choice not to fall in But it's all an act, 'cause I know exactly what you're wantin'."

Verana sang, her voice sounding as melodic as ever, the crowd too enchanted to notice that her pupils had started glowing a deep blue color, "Boy, I know what you desire Oh, you're such a bad, bad liar I want you and I just can't take it So, listen to me when I say it." Her voice radiated around her through the surrounding speakers, and as it did she could tell that her lilac aura started to bleed into the air around her.

"I'll be there when your reality drowns, " As she sang the last note of the song, her hypnosis still struggling to latch on- she quickly thanked the crowd before heading backstage. Her lilac aura quickly faded as she bolted backstage.

She had noticed more than just the man in the crowd, there were 3 others that stuck out like sore thumbs in the crowd. You can dress as classy as you want, but feds still look like feds. Verana ran to the back room, grabbing her bag and changing her shoes before making her way out the side door. Her phone on her shoulder calling Sila, "Hey, when you get this message hopefully I made it home. There were some weird guys at my show tonight, we might need to lay low for awhile. I'll explain when I get home."

As she ended the call, she closed the door behind her and she heard a click behind her back. Cursing under her breath she slowly turned around.

"Verana Cadenza, would you be so kind as to come with me please."

It was the handsome man again, damn he woke from that fast, let's try this, she thought. Verana put her hands up and opened her mouth, "Put your gun down, close your eyes and count to 100."

His features went from devoid of emotion and strict to amused. Swiftly she bunched up her dressed and in the blink of an eye she swiveled- her heel kicked up and met his cheek with little resistance. As he went down, Verana tore off the train of her dress and strapped her bag over her before she took off. Cutting in and out of alleyways she tried her best to rid herself of the people chasing her. As She made a sharp turn just a few blocks from the club she noticed the man behind her- fuck, what's happening-

She was cut off from her thoughts when a car pulled up in front of her cutting her exit off. She turned right around, seeing him once again right behind her. This time, his gun was raised aiming right for her, however, his eyes betrayed that he felt confused.

From the SUV in the street, blocking her exit, came a voice from the backseat window, "Ms. Cadenza, I suggest you give up and don't think about using your voice. These men have special filters that feed out your voice. Not mention we've already got eyes on your friend, Ms. Pero."

Verana spun around looking at the SUV and there on a tablet screen was a video feed of Sila running through the streets. Verana lowered her head and pressed her lips together along with her hands.

As she glared at the video feed she felt a presence behind her and a pinch in her neck. Slowly everything got fuzzy before her legs gave out and her eyes glazed over as they shut.

The man that stood behind her, that had delivered the heavy tranquilizer caught her in his arms and carried her limp body into the secondary car behind the SUV. He knew she was to be transported to Belle Reve. However, the fogginess in the back of Rick Flag's mind was still there.

"Flag, let's go- we have one more to round up." Waller's voice broke him from his train of thought as he attached the temporary dampening collar for her transport.

#deadgirl writes #deadgirl-writes #rick flag #colonel rick flag #flag x f! oc #female oc #Veery Cadenza #Veery OC #Syrin OC #Muse OC

[magnaflourious-nerdity]

But Through Darkened Glasses

(You Need Chaos in Your Soul)

" And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you."

There was a prompt on some Halloween themed fandom challenge for October. Monday's was 'Black Cat' and for whatever reason. This is what happened. Bc im just going with that kind of thing lately I guess, I decided to spit it out here. I didn't beta this thoroughly enough I guarantee bc im lazy and also the fandom is like 20 people big, and generally full of forgiving, lovely, content starved ppl. The last point I am extrapolating from my own experiences of being in the fandom, haha.

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It's weird, he thinks, twining in and out of the fence post he's been following for the past few minutes, trying to get his bearings now that he's been saddled with twice his accustomed amount of limbs. It's weird that I'm not more freaked out about this. He pauses, grooms himself briefly and crosses the street under the lamp light. The bulb blows out halfway across. He doesn't even jump this time. Maybe it's a bonus of having nine lives, you don't worry so much about one or two practice runs. His ears twitch minutely as the wind shifts and brings a low, buzzing, sound sighing through the fronds of the willow at the edge of his yard. They're even more sensitive now that he's a cat- the ears that is -twitching at the slightest whisper of a sound in the night.

He doesn't even bother to slow his pace as he hops the fence and passes through his own back yard, simply fixing jade eyes on the window he knows to be Becky's, turning them away again with the knowledge that there's no way she'd be at home tonight. Not on a night where she's basically been given free reign to go full-tilt feral social-climber on every party in town. There's no gaining entrance into his lair in his current state (nor is he particularly keen to meet Rasputin face to face right now either) and his parents are out of the question. Can't guarantee his dad won't be too drunk this late on a Halloween to tie a bottle rocket to his newly acquired tail. Don't really care to see him if he's sober either. Or just in general

Instead, His attention remains fixed on the sound he'd heard in the distance before, as he cuts across lawns and ducks down the well trod neighborhood backalleys, avoiding any heards of desperate, last-minute, trick-or-treaters or gaggles of drunken party-goers he catches wind of.

He's at the point of shrugging off the weird sounds he's been hearing as the result of some sort of particularly lumbering rodent in the underbrush, turning his attention instead to the little flashes of lamp light glinting off of abandoned candy wrappers. Batting at one every now and then non-committaly. It wasn't as exciting as one might think, being a cat. Kind of a snooze even, as far as curses went.

Well, at least it had the wherewithal and the courtesy as a curse to take aesthetics into account.

He was definitely the kind of cat his father would have chased off the lawn with a bb gun, if it had showed up at their door looking for food. He examines the pitch-colored shroud of his newly acquired fur as best as he can, glad- in a removed sort of way -that at least he was a proper Halloween cat. Scruffy and mysterious, not one of those opulently fluffy, pearl-colored, fancy-feast models.

There was dignity in being a black cat on Halloween. There was style! There was pinache!

A whisper, a low hum beyond his perception.

There were secrets. There was power. All of it his for the taking now that the opportunity had been unwittingly granted.

He'd read a legend once- in one of his massive, dusty, volumes on the lore of shapeshifters, dating back to antiquity -that on Halloween, black cats were at the most transient state of their existances. They could- if they could find the right chinks in reality's armour, where the space between things overlapped and folded in on itself like challah -use the threads surrounding and connecting the worlds to perform any number of impossibilities. Assume other forms, be anywhere at once, sew prosperity or discord at a whim.

It was said that those creatures most in-tune with with the pathways could even travel between them all. All of the worlds bookended against and, at certain times like tonight, overlapping their own. Those most-adept cats could slip in and out of dimensions as easily as a shadow slips under doorway.

I mean, I guess now is as good a time as any to test that hypothesis, Merton mused, slit-pupils zeroing in on the slightest movement down the street from Tommy's house, which was naturally where his slinky, purposeful, wandering had taken him. There were no other thoughts to it really. After all. He and Tommy were each other's lifeboats, lashed together to weather whatever bullshit came their way, side-by-side.

At least where finding ourselves on the wrong side of dark magic is concerned. He amended to himself. There was no one else here so he wasn't sure why he even bothered really.

He hesitated silently under a street lamp. The crackling sound of the light flickering above him sounded grating to his sensitive ears. He could understand Tommy's super-hearing-based woes a lot better now at least. With his gaze shifting uneasily between the safety of Tommy's house- the safety of his company, and of his unconditional presence, and of his unwavering dedication to Merton's protection despite the workload that it was turning out to be- and back to the subtle, but suddenly noticeable undulations of the shadows at the farthest edge of the neighbor's hedgerows. An opportunity had manifested itself.

Almost neigh-imperceptably, something shifts in the air, pervading every cranny of the now darkened street.

A moment of choice for Merton. The unexplored possibilities mount in his head, weighed against the cons of breaching the utterly unknowable. He is bewitched, rooted to the spot. Eve on the precipice of the apple, by virtue of both temptation and fear.

He'd gone to more extreme means, on less intel, for far more ridiculous pursuits. This was just a short walk to the end of the street. But he hesitates nonetheless, his own mind overriding the detatched curiosity that grew into him- into his bones -the longer he was attached to this form. He feels the pull of the interstitial static of the spaces between space, it hums and pulses gently along to the music of the spheres. Soft, inviting, unknowable.

He thinks of slipping between the phases of reality. Could he regain his body on his own that way? Could he pick a better one? He pads gently forward, going only a few, cautious steps, questioning himself all the while and trying to brace his senses against the hypnotic call of whatever the netherspace was wordlessly offering to him. He is waiting to see when the time will be right. If it will be at all. What will come of it.

I can fix this on my own for once, right now. He tells himself . I can learn so much. About everything. I can fix so much if I can just...

The pull of the place between is Urgent. Heady. Disorienting, he finds. It beckons him more insistently with each passing moment, and every sound made in the darkness is a soft, sighing, call to action. To adventure. To satisfy all of his human spawned, feline fueled, curiosities alike.

But another sound, this one from inside Tommy's house- still nearly right next to him -severs the tie. It's Tommy's laugh, loud and sharp and as intimately familiar to him as a siren song of his own.

Tommy. His tail lifts up into the air of its own accord as he starts to correct course towards the tree in Tommy's back yard, one which frequent exposure to the Dawkin's household tells him leads to the- usually wide open -2nd floor window landing of his best friend's bedroom.

The whispering from behind him grows more urgent as he turns away from it. Easier to discern from the normal night-music of Pleasantville. It grows in pitch, insistent, like a vulture pecking at the stripped down bones of its roadside carrion.

Despite his growing unease, Merton still feels the gravity of the thin places of the world eying him up, clawing at him. He realizes, with detached horror, that if the last few minutes are anything to go by, in this form, he isn't even sure if he can resist it at all. Much less how long his moment of self possession can last.

Merton, as a cat, finds himself to be mostly a loose collection of animal instincts and a haphazard jigsaw of the the bits of the world that don't seem to want to fit right with himself; all of this sewed up into a body thats more suggestive of physical form than equitable to one. He doesn't know how to even begin to navigate the puzzle of resisting the undertow of the universe as it digs its fingers solidly into the newest and most vulnerable parts of his shared but singular conciousness. The shadows in the hedgerows, the ripples of what's underneath the idea of them, begin to pulsate. They flail. Or it flails, because he can't tell the collective from the distinct anymore, can only watch with awe as the patch of space and time it is currently occupying shimmers, and cracks, and grows, and reaches. Merton swears he can hear it SCREAMING in the back of his head. At the place where his thoughts dissolve into notions less definable by words, and transform instead into a swirling mass of impulses conducted by the now-shrill trans-dimensional, thrumming of the universe's insistent, staticky back beat.

He sees something solidifying in the ectoplasm of that open sore in the flesh of the world. Something besides the thrashing, churning, cult of tendrils reaching out from the places they can squeeze through in the cracks. The sight makes every single one of his hairs stand on end. Which is something, given he has a significant deal more of them now than he usually would. But there is no mistaking what he is seeing being melded together in the eye of that widening miasma. A hand claws its way past the meshing, roiling tentacles of that dark expanse. Pulling itself forward into the physical, out of the theoretical. A set of shoulders struggles past, dragging the other arm in to being along side it, pale and wan. There is a pause, one last still moment before, with repulsion thrumming through every part of him, he focuses on the well of dark magics still spewing forth parts of the creature. He sees the top of a head breech through the dimensional weak spot. The head turns in Merton's direction at his displeased hisses of fright. Merton locks up in immediate, gut-wrenching, horror when the creature gazes back at him, wearing his own face.

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I'll probably never continue this or even do anything at all w it,, but it was fun! In case you were wondering about the subtext between tommy and merton, yes. gay. Also whats dialague don't know her

#gothicwolf #halloween prompt #writing challenge #tommy dawkins #merton dingle

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 18

Session 18

Sunday, February 28, 2021       7:33 PM

  -  "we're all gonna die"

-  Lilguerite talking about soup and secondary soups and tertiary soups

 -  Last week on

-  We went to the hideout thing

-  In the prison thing

-  "you take little bites you fool"

o  "take bigger bites you fool" - marguerite, judging marianne

-  There's a minotaur

-  We tried killing this one guy but it didn't work lmao rip us

 -  6 for initiative

- 19 for L (22}

- 14 for M (17}

 -  Theo shoots, misses (10}

-  Dwarf

o  Sylvia: "how big is his ass"

-  Dwarf has an axe

o  Aerana is probably the closest

■       Is hit

■       I'm unconscious

■       "I'm expendable" "no binch I won't take any of this negativity"

-  Halfling asks theo for the lockpick

o  Theo gives it to her

-  Asyna turns into a crocodile

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-  Adam o o o o o

Tries to bite and misses

 Cutting words Hits

Next minute dwarf is completely unconscious Strums one note for hypnotic pattern

Falls on his face (the dwarf not adam}

-  Time to go get his keys

-  Asyna has to roll a saving throw as a crocodile (17} ; she's fine

-  Cel adds 8 to aerana

-  Asyna turns into ape, grabs key, 11+2 for dex

-  Throws keys to adam

-  Adam lets big boys out first

o  minotaur, ogre, another w ogre-like features but not quite sure what type of creature it is

-  Cel lets out human and drow

-  Asyna takes battle axe

-  Asyna looks through pockets, 4 for investigation

-  Asyna gives adam the axe and gives the axe to the minotaur

-  Theo gets lockpick back

-  Aerana moves to the back bc she's casually bleeding out

o  Aerana in back with sword

-  Asyna still an ape

-  Theo doing smth I didn't hear lmao oops sorry lillian

-  Dwarf gets up

-  Adam "so you wanna surrender now?"

o  Dwarf grunts

o  Adam tells minotaur to sic him

-  Cel rolls to hit, dirty 20 w disad

-  theo rolls to hit, 15 w disad

o  Cel hits

■       12 damage

■       "can I shoot him in the ass?"

-  Adam has to persuade minotaur

o  11, persuades and minotaur

o  Hits, 21 damage

-  Back to theo

o  18 to hit

o  9 damage

-  Halfling looks around, turns to squad, says we have everything covered

o  Adam asks for any helpful things

■       27 for ?? Persuasion ??

  -  Asyna

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 21 to hit

Sighs and has a crude shiv and walks up and shivs the dwarf Hits, damage ig

o 6 damage

-  Dwarf uses half his movement to stand, tries to run

o  18 damage from ppl around

-  Asyna gets to hit again

o  21 to hit, 9 damage

-  He runs off to the right

o  Adam is like 80? Ft away from him, casts sleep ?

-  Cel peeks out, sees arena with a bunch of blood

o  No bodies ???????? Ew

-  Arbys is the minotaur

o  Because he's got the Meats

-  Dom asks us for our passive perception

o  We apparently don't see the thing

-  Drow woman steps out

-  Does blood trail stop?

o  Adam investigating, 11

■       "sure" there's a trail of blood leading to wall, adam pushes wall, it swings inwards

-  Cel goes in first, adam right behind her

-  "are you guys finding the way out?" "we're finding the way in, dawg"

-  Inviting them to come with us

-  Ask them their names

o  Human names

■       Arthritis

□  "there you go. He's smoking hot"

□  This is an elderly man

□  Why are we into him

♦

■       Claudio

■       Jia

OH WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY TALKING ABOUT ARTHRITIS

o  Drow

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Raylan Arwindar(?}

"if you follow quickly, minotaurs have an uncanny ability to memorize where they've been"

Looks @ asyna and aeranan and in elvish says if we're interested in visiting below, operation works on level 5

□ Puts on a ring and disappears

o  Humans choose to follow minotaur

o  Halfling is gone

-  We can still pass without a trace

o  Time to go down secret passage

-  Adam peeks head into somewhere and sees four pillars glowing w sickly green/yellow light

o  100 ft long

o  Urns scattered throughout

o  Via thaumaturgy dims the lights, walks over to urns

■       Stealth check to go to urns

■       30 stealth, notices some things abt room

□  Nine alcoves in wall; ones he can see have murals w beholders painted on them

□  Diff patterns + colors + eyestalk shapes

□  Large statues of beholder heads that look similar to the ones in the murals placed in front of them

□  To right, carved stone display of a scowling beholder flanked by two statues of wizards

□  Beneath each wizard's hood a light that pulses

□  The pillars are kinda pillars but they have bubbling liquids w a beholder n all of its eyes shuts in the tank

-  Adam wants to let them out

o  "bitch what the fuck" - sylvia

-  Adam looks back at everyone else and says "what the fuck"

-  There's an exit to the south, ahead of us

-  Adam investigates

o  Walks up to biggest beholder and "no don't do that" (sylvia} looks at it

o  They're frozen in a serene pose; the furthest one is jet black and chonky, larger than the one that attacked our house

-  Adam looks inside an urn

o  Adam makes constitution save

o  Dirty 20

o  Unique smell that makes adam wanna puke

o  Quickly shoves lid back on, adam picks up urn and takes it with him

o  No one is hiding in alcoves

-  Go out south door, see a hallway that looks like another hallway we were in earlier

o  In front is heavyset wooden door, another passageway extending to right

o  Door swings open, aerana looks inside; pitch dark which is unusual

■       Heavy desk made of stone in corner, ornate chair behind it w a spider motif

■       Bookshelves not really w any books

■       Two open crates

■       25 for perception

□                Nat20 bois "it's an 8" "no it's a 6" - lillian and marguerite

◆      Spider motif gives off drow vibes

◆      Crates: stuffed beholders in them

◊ Grabs a bunch of them

◆      Small statues in other crate like trophy depicting smaller beholder being caressed by hands

◊ Looks kinda nice

◊ Some type of stone

◆      Empty bookshelves

◆      Chair smushed

◆      Drawers in the desk? Pull desk back

◊ Nat20, we move desk and it grates against stone; see different compartments in desk

◊ Nothing on or behind the walls

►            Asyna recognizes chair theme

-   Not made of wood, made of mushrooms

-   13 history check

•   Looks like a chair from menzo bonanza

•   Basically drow capital

•   Asyna remembers that her mother used to hide things in her chair

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 -  "guys there's a key in the chair. Can we look for a keyhole"

14 investigation

There's a sealed compartment in the chair, pulls out a small black key

o  Try desk keyholes

o  Left cabinet

■       Silvery silken sack

□  "what's in the sack" - adam

□  Asyna pulls out sack, hard to see

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o  Right drawer

Nothing in it

Adam cannot tell us what it is

Jacob cannot tell us what it is either Asyna puts her hand in it, feels around Fits her arm in the bag

Tardis bag

■       Heavy tome

■       "it's not even a book. It's like a tome. This big black book"

■       Wrapped in webbing

■       Asyna recognizes it as just a typical book protector

■       Pages of symbols n words; some in elvish

■       Arcana check 17

□  It's a wizard's spellbook

-  Use naya to find the jailer

o  Goes out of pathway and to left

o  Let's go kids

-  Puts a plushie in the bag

o  Puts 30 plushies in bag, they fall out one at a time

o  Bag does not get heavier

o  Puts urn in the bag

o  Takes urn back out

o  Only fluff in the plushies

o  10 investigation to see if there's anything in the plushies

■       Yellow n blue beholder

o  Puts book in sack

-  Aerana wonders if turning bag inside out is infinite

o  Everything falls on the floor

■       The animals and the trophies

-  Theo steps into the bag

o  Put on the ground, oh never mind it's been 15 minutes

-  70 ft down hallway, see an eyeball thing

o  Looks like a living thing, alien, looks back and forth every once in awhile

o  Doesn't see us

o  Sneak past it?

■       Narrow hallway

o  Theo + aerana 20 to hit, same time

o  Cel 17 to hit

■       Creepy shriek noise

■       Liquid slips out, drips, turns into cloud of green dust

o  Dust in the bag

o  Adam tries to do monster lines

o  "now it's a bag of . beholding" - lillian, 2021

o  We get some beholder dust in the bag by blowing

-  Hallway continues, ends at a doorway w heavy wooden door w side passage and stairs heading up

o  Naya looking up

o  Adam peeking into other door

o  Black smoke billows out of room, adam sees room lit with a halfling male with a dirty apron on, running around frantically

■       Appears to be cooking

■       Adam opens door and salutes

■       "head chef I'm here to help ! I was sent by the upper"

□  "finally I haven't had a break"

□  Gives adam the apron and mans leaves

◆      Leaves out off to right

□  "does the apron say anything"

□  Cel says if we survive she'll embroider "kiss the chef" on the apron

■       Adam puts food on top of rack, two halflings on bottom?

■       Adam rolls 14 investigation, sees one dirty apron and chef's hat combo

□  Aerana puts on chef's hat and apron

□  Thinks this is stupid

□  Asyna and aerana cook

□  Nvm asyna and aerana r following naya

-  Adam pushing cart towards good smelling food

o  V elegant chef ppl walking around

o  Hallway transforms into smth less dingy

o  Two large stoves

o  Spice rack

o  More elegance here

o  Seven chef ppl

o  Two small beholders; gazers

■       Floating above, chef gazers

o  "well fuck you too" ???? Cel to adam ???

o  Adam goes to most important looking chef and says he's responding to duty, says he was instructed to feed lord silgar but bc new doesn't know where to go

■       Gives self bardic inspiration

■       17 for deception

□  Chef goes "what are u doing w that"

□  Can't give food to silgar

□  Cobalts look like little lizard ppl

□  Adam instructed to follow stairs from outside

◆                                                                                                              Left right left right again for xant chambers

#dnd #d&d #18 #sn

[jewishsnickets]

THE DANHAN EXPERIENCE

FIRST OF ALL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

IM GONNA TRY TO WRITE STUFF DOWN BUT IT’LL BE JUMBLED BC IM SHAKEN AND IM YELLING

first of all he showed up like 20min late lmao

he came in through the back door, saw the crowd, and skidded back in for a second haha

he showed up with another author who. i forget her name at the moment but i bought her book too she was super neat!!!! very fun!!!

she started out with “he gave me a weird licorice drop, which is what i fantasized he’d have in his pockets, until i read atdp anyway”, and he said “is that a licorice drop or am i happy to see you?”

“a dedication to my wife in the front of the book, and prince in the back, which is how i’d want that to happen”

(discussing a book he’d read about queer women (his words) if there is no place made for you, you will steal a place. and that gets dangerous. so we need to make a place for everyone.>

atdp was inspired by a gay friend of his saying “cant wait to visit my parents back home, and all my exes, and all their wives”

he writes kids’ and adult books exactly the same way, but sees mystery as inherent in kids’ lit. “make the words be good.” “make it not terrible.”

“it’s a mess. a love triangle sounds like it’ll look okay from a certain angle. this is a mess.”

“if someone made you rewrite a book which would you do” he talked about how bad he is at hypotheticals because the only force he could imagine making him do this is if nazis showed up again, (just as his family always said they would), pushed him on the ground with a gun, and he guesses he’d write another adverbs because he could just pick some more people to be in love.

“the world is on fire but things are getting better!”

he overheard a boy talking to a girl on a bus about past gfs and the boy referred to them as their bra size instead of their names

he talked about ‘total sexual liberation’ leading to a kind of ‘monsterous’ way of living that hurts women

when he saw the girls auditioning for violet he was like “oh youre gonna miss so much school i hope your mom says you cant do it”

also, seeing the complete lack of flirting/sexualization element in these girls (bc they were young!!) made him realize how many business etc convos between adults involve unessesary sexualized elements and he was kinda horrified it took him that long to notice

the other author said she’d ‘been down the daniel handler interview rabbit hole’ so....thanks, me too honestly. ren, dreary, we are in good company

sending a book out into the world is kind of like sending a child out in that cliched way but a lot like seeing an ex you get along with do well. “oh, she married kirkus? good for her! wow, he’s dating a boy from netflix!”

when he realized the detective and the femme fatale were the same role but genderflipped, he knew how to write ellington feint, and called her a hero.

the other author had read a writing help book where it was “dont leave your draft too long, or (some author name i forget) will steal your idea!!!” and he was like “oh no! im not home right now! shes breaking into my home, drinking my booze, and stealing my book!”

THINGS I SAID TO HIM

i asked about the total objectification of women, said it was unsettling, and if he meant it to be, he said he was just staying true to cole’s character. uhhh then i.....said it took me two reads to get over the repulsion and enjoy the book (i meant a less harsh word i just AAA yknow???) and he said he was very flattered, because to spend time getting over being repulsed by a book means i either had a lot of respect for it, or too much time on my hands.

then he signed my copy of the bad beginning! and i told him my brother got it for me for chanukah and he said ‘aw i love a good chanukah story’. and i told him uhhh that whenever i worry that women can have the male gaze, i will think of atdp, and go “phew, we cannot”. and he said “women have their own gaze, i dont know why youd want the male one.” and i said “you can keep it, yeah”

AND THEN I APOLOGIZED FOR TRYING TO SAY “I LOVE YOUR WORK” BUT IT KEPT COMING OUT AS INSULTS??? AAA BUT HE SAID THANKS AND HE WAS GLAD THAT I WAS LIKE. ENGAGING WITH HIS BOOKS

anyway then i said what he needed to know was that i had a dream that i heard a noise in the middle of the night and i sat up in bed and said ‘im not interested in joining the vfd’ and went back to sleep and he said ‘you remain unaffiliated!’ so thats confirmed

also he was talking later about ppl getting tattoos of his signatures, which he thinks is very creepy, and has to hypnotize himself into taking as a compliment, or beatrice dedications, “i always want to say no think about the future!! what happens when your lover has a head on your chest and sees that”, but vfd eyes? loves seeing people with those. (me: the most sinister one of them all?? THATS what you’re fine with??? lol)

he signed the atdp copy i got out of the library, and added “please remember to give this back!” haha

and me and my friend got to wish him a happy rosh hashana

I SHOULDVE TOLD HIM YOU CHOOSE THE MYSTERY SAVED MY LIFE A LOT BUT I JUST REMEMBERED THOSE WORDS RIGHT NOW. AAESRTSDYTJDHTDGHTF

#DANHAN TOUR TALK TAG #I ACCIDENTALLY SAID MEANISH THINGS TO HIM WHEN I MEANT TO SAY VERY NICE THINGS SO OOPS BUT I GUESS POWER MOVE????

[decodingbackstreet]

Trust Me from In a World Like This. I don’t really have much to say on this song. I’m not that big a fan of it. It’s not bad, just not something I’m clamoring to listen to. This intro sucks, doesn’t it? What can I say? I’m not really a fan of the song. Pretty sure this was supposed to be a single buuuuut... Technical difficulties kept it from being one.

Writers: Martin Terefe, James Bryan, Justin Nozuka Producer: Martin Terefe

Let me tell you about this girl I know First glance and damn she stole my heart She amazes me The way she moves Just the way she moves Hold me back Just the way she moves Take me to the disco Make me dance

Howie leading off this time. Love at first sight. Or lust. It seems like the girl always amazes them. They use that a lot in songs. Amazed. Anyway, the habit of watching women dance from afar is back. And now Howie is like hold me back. Are you gonna fight her on the dancefloor or something? Is Knuck If You Buck playing? Sometimes BSB could be so weird.

Honey spinnin’ ‘round like a queen And the way you do your thing Oh you're mesmerizing me Imma tell you how I feel And the feeling is so real Baby It's just so simple

Yes. Brian says Imma. I didn’t make that up. Again, we hearken back to the days of Hey Mr. DJ. Dancing hypnotizes them for some reason. Anyway, while she’s weaving her spell to make them do her bidding, they swear what they’re feeling is real. Mmhmm... Sure.

You've got to call me And Imma call you back Kiss me Imma kiss you back Love me And baby Imma love you back You've got to trust me Trust me Hold me Whenever you're alone Baby Even when your crazy Love me Baby Imma love you back You've got to trust me

AJ leads this chorus. AJ led a lot of the choruses on this album. Yes. They’re still saying Imma. They clearly want to enter a relationship with the Dancing Queen. So, there they go with the promises again. But why trust? Is the Dancing Queen hesitant or something? Has she given any indication that she’s been hurt before? Let’s continue...

Our love You and me Underneath the willow tree Kissing, loving, making sweet sexy babies The grass is greener on the other side There's no other side when it's you and I Tonight Let’s count the stars

AJ... Dude... I had to pause the song to make sure I heard him right on the making sweet sexy babies line. He says that. That is the lyric. If I’m wrong, please let me know. I hate it when ppl refer to doing the do as making babies.  Gosh. Just say sex. But I suppose it needed to rhyme with tree.

So now they’re spending time on a lawn somewhere. Willow trees are terrible. Don’t let the movies fool you. The leaves get everywhere. If it’s windy, you get slapped in the face. The only things they’re good for are the aesthetic and climbing. AJ is also mentioning how great life is that there is no other side. This is as good as it gets. And now I guess they’re outside with the tree and counting stars. Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep...

Time will always be our enemy For tonight baby Come lie here next to me I can never get enough of your blue eyes Just another butterfly Sigh

Kevy-Kev here to join that party... under the willow tree. There’s never enough hours in a day, are there? It all seems to go by so fast. Unless you’re in high school and all you do is spend time staring at the clock. Did you guys know blue eyes are a defect and that everyone with them has the same ancestor? Jut thought I’d share that bit of info. He says sigh. I don’t know why.

There’s the chorus again, a short music break, and then Nick in his head voice is welcomed.

Let’s believe that we’ll find out How it feels with something so right Don't you think it's time To let your guard down Don’t you think it’s time Don’t you think it’s time

Nick trying to wheedle his way into this girl’s life. Y’all have already been laying under a willow tree. Y’all not together yet? And I’m just gonna assume the girl is resisting because she was hurt at some point. That was never really explained. BSB never explains.

They do the chorus twice more and then the song ends with clapping. I do like the end of the song tho. I also like the chorus. You can hear everyone in it and I like that. The lyrics leave much to be desired, tho.

#backstreet boys #trust me #in a world like this