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luzng · 8 months

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#my room #vird #weir #luz #aves #wall #ligth

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batmans-utilitybelt · 8 months

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Bathroom - Transitional Bathroom Example of a small transitional kids' multicolored tile and mosaic tile porcelain tile corner shower design with beige walls

#wood like tile #recessed ligthing #beige walls white frame #porcelain tile flooring #white framed artwork #rainfall shower head

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alexbgd · 2 months

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Goth Manor.

I decided to share with everyone my version of the Goth house..

The house is based on the simper-fi floorpans.

My contribution is mostly in the garden. In the attic of the house is Mortimer's lab and Bolehilda's room.

I put all CC in the zipp folder. Its mostly walls, floors, garden and some ligths, fake tombstones and grim statue.

I wish I could share the house with full CC, but maybe another time.

#sims 2 #sims 2 download #sims 2 residential lot

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cyberrgirlsblog · 7 months

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candle ligth part 3

sorry for the LONG ASS wait like fr, idk how many ppl read this but yea . the hole thing ive written is dead ass like 29,000 words or some shit like that, i got carried away.

Part 3

(TW) cussing, mentions how a dead body looks

Not beta read!!!!!!!

1929, 3 weeks before the planned assassination. And 7 weeks since (y/n) and duke last saw eachother

“What the fuck” I said looking down at the front steps of my house, my hand covering my mouth in shock and horror. I look down to find the body of a dead boy in front of my door.

“First day living in small heith and this is the shit that happens I mean like the fuck. I don't know who sent that and who that person was but that's fucked up man.” I said my voice breaking while paseing around my room, my hands shaking. Ash was sitting on my bed listening to me tentatively. Fez would've been here if it wasn't for him going to visit his girlfriend Lexi in the USA for the week. Even though I was talking about this like it was an everyday occurrence it still shook me to my core. It was unnerving.

“You think it's got something with us working more closely with the peaky,” Ash said, looking at me. I called him as soon as it happened along with Tommy but his maid picked up saying he was out but she would let him know when he came back. I looked at Ash and nodded.

“Maybe, I mean it's the most probable option. But we still got a body to deal with. I mean if we call the cops what the hell do we do about this shit." I said while I paced around my room. As the old boards creaked under my feet.

“If we call the fucking cops Fez will kill us Don't be a dumb ass. Look, we take the body and put it in an incinerator. Pay the workers to keep their mouths shut and we'll see what happens.” Ash said before lighting a cigarette. He offered me one but I declined.

“Yea but should we figure out who the dude is? I mean I'm already in enough shit with fez. Dude barely even lets me leave the house without someone he knows coming with me.” I said sitting down next to Ash, letting my head fall back into the wall, and sighing.

—-----------3rd person pov

Since you went to the carnival fez has been more on edge about trusting you. Thinking back on it you should have asked Ada to be an alibi for you if Fez ever called her about your where abouts. She told him she was at her house and didn't even know about a carnival happening. Fez was pissed when he found out that you had lied to him. But you also hated how there was a double standard when it came to you and Ash. He could go out for hours and not even come home for days and Fez is rarely ever worried but if you leave and don't come home before night time all of a sudden you have Fez and his friends looking for you. You hated how he acted but a small part of you understood why.

—-----

When you were 11 you and Ash went to the bank to withdraw the money your grandma had not yet withdrawn. You and Ash got separated, Ash came home crying telling Fez how someone had grabbed you and taken you away. The man was someone who worked with Mouse and your older brother hadn't paid the fair amount that he was supposed to for some of the product that was bought from Mouse.

Mouse took you and locked you up in a room in some house that looked like it was a personal haven for rats to stay in. It wasn't till a couple of hours later that a bag was put over your head and you were retired back to Fez, Ash, and your grandma.

Ever since then, Fez has been paranoid about you, and it would be a lie to say those events haven't affected you in any way.

That is one of the reasons you asked Ash to teach you how to fight and started to carry a gun at all times.

—---

(y/n) looks over at ash ‘’ you think that it could be-’’

“No, if it is im gonna kill him the second I see him or his friend and anyways we stopped doing business with him for almost a year,” Ash said while looking at the wall in front of him.

“Ash, this is something he would do. It's fucked up but it's true you and I both know that,’’ she said looking over at Ash.

His eyebrows creased and he clenched his fits. Memories going back to the day he saw you, his sister snatched up by some guy and he couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. He knew he wouldn't let anything like that happen again to you.

“Ash you know it's not gonna happen again right? I won't let it happen, you won't let it happen, shit fez will make sure it doesn't happen,” she said turning her head to face the door of the room.

“And anyways it could just have something to do with Tommy or some shit. And maybe I'm just being delusional by saying that other shit. But hey I got this if it ever comes down to it” (y/n) said before lifting her coat jacket revealing the holster that held her gun.

Ash looked down at her gun before looking up and slowly nodding his head. They had an understanding of each other that only siblings could have. Suddenly there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Ash and (Y/n) look at each other before getting up from the bed and going downstairs.

(y/n) heart started beating faster than normal, her hands felt clammy and she could feel a cold sweat. Ash was the same, once they got downstairs they got to the door. Ash reach for his gun while (y/n) opened the door.

The knocking happened again this time harder and louder. (Y/n) and Ash held their breath before (y/n) slowly twisted the doorknob

“Fuck Pol you scared the shit out of us,” she said before letting out a breath of relief and opening the door just enough for her to get in.

“I got a call about what happened from Tommy's maid,” she said while looking at us her eyes glazing around.

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“Weres your brother,” she said, I and Ash looked at each other. We were looking into each other's eyes for a quick second before answering.

“He's in the U.S.’’ I said looking at Pol.

“Anyway come we put the body in the kitchen. It's i really brutal sight.” I said before I and Ash started walking towards the kitchen with Pol right behind us. Once we got there I heard Pol breathe in a quick breath.

The man's body was anything but pretty half of his face was disfigured and his arm was bent in an unnatural position. His clothes were ragged and slightly burnt. Blood had dried on his head from where his head wound was.

“I-i think I may know who that is,” Pol said before taking a shaky step back.

“Pol who is it, we need to know please,” I said looking at her while scratching the skin on my arm almost to the point of drawing blood until ash stopped me from going any further.

“He was a boy who worked for the peaky blinders about the same age as Finn. We need to call the family. Do you guys have a phone.’’ she asked while looking back at the boy's body. I pointed at the phone on the table stand and she went to make a call.

—------------------- 3 hrs later, 2nd person

I sat on the couch in the living room staring at the radio as it played static. Pure static is all I could listen to, it helped clear my mind and fuzz it out better than the other channels did. All you could think about was the boy who was just at the kitchen table. His name was Jimmy walsh he was 16 years old and his family had moved from Ireland to the Uk. he was working with the Peakys to help his family earn money. His body wasn't supposed to be at your doorstep, it was supposed to be at the betting shop's doorstep.

I wondered if he had any friends and if he wanted to go to school once his family had made enough money. If he had a lover, if he had any siblings, and how many he had. When thinking about him though you couldn't help but have your mind go to Duke. it had been a while since you had seen him.

Was he alive, was he well? Did he still work at the fairground or did he get a new job? As these questions plagued your mind. My leg started to shake and the tapping from my foot started to get louder and louder.

A hand was laid on my shoulder causing me to jump my heart stopping for a second before looking at the person who had done that. When I looked I expected to see ash but instead, I saw Polly.

“Jesus Pol you scared me,” you said while covering your face with your hands.

“I'm sorry (Y/n) wasn't my intention but I just want to check on you. I tried to find your brother but I think he went to the pub.” she while removing my hand from my face and wiping away the tears from my face which I had failed to notice.

I looked at her in the eyes while trying to form words but all that came out were sobs painful sobs of everything that had built up in for the past years. Pol lay my head on her shoulder and hugged me with one hand on my head and the other on my upper back.

“N-no I not” I let out in shaky breaths that were uneven and tears streaming down my face.

“Ssh try to catch your breath.” pol said while rubbing my back.

“He was j-just a kid. A bit older than me a-and ash. He had a family that loved him and he's gone. It's all so fucked up Pol.” I said while burying my face in her shoulder even more.

“It is, it is, he was an innocent boy who was killed. You shouldn't have seen that and he shouldn't have died.” Polly said while running her hand up and down my hair.

We just sat there for what felt like forever. I wanted to ask who she thought had done it. I wanted to ask if I could do anything to help but in the end, I knew it would all be futile. From what Fez told me, peaky business was peaky business and not to ask questions. Don't get our family deeper than we already are.

After a while, Polly withdrew from the hug. She looked me in the eyes and wiped the remaining tears from my face and gave me a smile I could only imagine a mother could give her daughter.

“How about this? You stay at my house for tonight and your brother can as well. I dont want you or your brother to stay here alone for now,” she said

“Pol it's fine we can handle ourselves. You already have a lot on your plate. I don't want to burden you anymore,” I said with an unsure voice.

“Nonsense your welcome at my home anytime you like.” she said looking in my eyes before heading toward the front door.

“Well come on we're going to find your brother,” she said again, she opened the door and stepped outside, holding the door for me while I followed.

“He is probably at the garrison getting shit-faced or something,” i said walking next her while looking around slightly chuckling.

“Well we will see, how about this tomorrow you and me and maybe ash will go out for the day.” she says trying to lighten the mood, i look at her a laugh slightly.

“Sure why not but are you sure I mean me and ash were sorting things out at the house since we just got it we don't really have money to by-,” I say but am quickly cut off by pol

“Nonsense I will pay for anything you or your brother need okay,” she says while looking at me kindly. We walk through the street towards the garrison. It is musty and complex to breathe but it is what I have become slightly used to when it comes to Birmingham. The buildings are coated by years of smoke and children play in coal piles. If you look close enough you might mistake the falling ash for snow on Christmas day.

As (Y/n) and Polly continued walking towards the garrison, they passed by familiar faces in the neighborhood. Some nodded in acknowledgment while others gave them suspicious glances.it seemed Living in Small Heath, one could never be too sure who was a friend and who was an enemy. They finally reached the garrison, a place where many of the Shelby family members and their associates gathered. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with smoke and the smell of whiskey.

Polly's eyes scanned the room, searching for Ash, but he wasn't among the crowd. “Guess he's not here,” (Y/n) said, feeling slightly disappointed. Polly nodded, “Well, let's give him some more time. In the meantime, why don't we sit down and have a drink?”

she suggested, gesturing towards an empty table in the corner. They sat down, and Polly signaled for a drink. The bartender quickly poured them a couple of glasses of whiskey. (Y/n) took a sip, feeling the warmth of the liquid spread through her body. It was a welcome distraction from the chaos of the day. As they chatted and waited for Tommy, (Y/n) couldn't help but admire Polly's strength. Despite the loss of her own children and all the hardships she'd faced, Polly remained resilient and fiercely protective of those she cared about.

Soon, Tommy arrived at the garrison, looking troubled. His eyes met (Y/n)'s, and he gave her a small smile, a rare thing to see from him unless you were his childre, family or lover. He then turned to Polly and greeted her with a hug. “I heard about what happened at your place,” Tommy said in a low voice. Polly nodded, “Yes, it's a terrible situation. We're going to need to be cautious and keep an eye on things. (Y/n) and Ash needs protection.” “I'll make sure they have it,” Tommy replied, his expression stern.

“It's fine we can protect ourselves besides I think it was targeted at you guys more than it was at me, Ash or Fez,” i say while looking down slightly to scared to look them in the eyes as i could feel the gazes on me

“But we need to find out who did this and why. This was clearly about sending a message that and we won't be pushed around.” As they discussed their next steps, (Y/n) felt a mix of fear and determination. She knew she had to protect herself and her brother, but she also wanted justice for Jimmy's death. She couldn't bear the thought of another innocent life being lost because of the dangerous world they were caught up in.

Later Ash walked into the garrison looking around (y/n) caught her brother's eyes and waved him over to where she, Pol and Tommy were sitting, she ordered some drinks for everyone and continued to listen to Pol and Tommy talk.

The night wore on, and they continued to strategize, knowing that they had to be cautious in their every move. By the time they left the garrison, it was already late, and the streets of Small Heath were dimly lit. “Come with me,” Polly said to (Y/n) and Ash as they walked towards her house. “You'll stay with me for the night, and we'll figure out a plan together.”

(Y/n) nodded, feeling grateful for the support she was receiving from Polly and Tommy. Even though they were just business associates; they were treating her and Ash with more kindes than she thought they were owed but she felt happy at the same time, she was happy to have her brother with her as well and in the dangerous world they lived in, family meant everything. As they reached Polly's house, (Y/n) felt a mix of emotions. The events of the day had been overwhelming, and in her mind, the weight of the world seemed to rest on her shoulders.

By the time they got to pols house (y/n) felt exhausted and was slightly using ash as a walking support. Pol lead them up to the room they would sleep in it was spacious, there were two twin-sized beds with a desk put in between the 2 beds. A window looking outside that let the moonlight shine through and 2 closets on either sides of the beds

1st person

“Well I hope this is alright with you 2 i'll see you in the morning,” she said before leaving the room and closing the door. Me and ash having taken off our shoes once we originally got in the house walked to the different closets silently and got in them to change our clothes for the night, we brush our teeth and did whatever either of us usually did for our night routine

A moment passed by with neither of them saying anything until Ash decided to speak.

“You think this is a sign,” Ash said looking up at the ceiling, I looked over at him

“What do you mean,” I ask confused, Ash turns his head to look at me

“Maybe we should've stayed in the US and never left, maybe things would be better.” Ash said before looking back up at the ceiling.

“I don't think anywhere would be better for us ash, I mean the shit our family is involved with, no matter how far we run I don't think we'll ever be able to run away from what's coming,” I said while looking at Ash. he looked over at me with a gaze I knew all to well a gaze I had given him many times before when I felt helpless or confused.

“Whatever it is i'll make sure it doesn't hurt you Fez or grandma, ok ash, family above everything,” I said smiling at him.

“Oh also (y/n) when you went to that carnival who were you really with.” Ash said, his eyes filled with curiosity and mischive.

“Uhh… don't snitch to fez but it was a guy named Duke he worked at the circus but I haven't talked to him or seen him for a while and I have no way of contacting him, he was a cool dude thought i'd like to get to know him more,” I said, I could feel myself start to feel slightly happy at the thought of seeing him again

“Yeah, I bet you would like to get to know him better hmm,” Ash said jokingly, I shook my head with disgust

“Ew Ash what the fuck I barely know him, don't say shit like that.” I said covering my face in emmbarsesment and rolling over in my bed. I could hear Ash laugh, so I took one of the pillows and threw it at him, I could hear a tiny ow before he shut up.

“Night ash,” I said to him before closing my eyes. “Night,” he said back to me

As I closed my eyes my mind drifted back to Duke. I wondered where he was, he hadn't ever left my mind ever since the day I first met him, there seemed to be a lot about him. I wanted to know he was very quiet about his life. Which could only make me wonder about him. I missed him oddly enough, I missed him like I missed Rue or Maddie. They were like family to me, I only hoped they were ok.

Same night Dukes pov

Duke let out a sneeze as he sat in the dimly lit circus tent filled with the scent of sawdust and anticipation as the performers prepared for their acts. Among them, Duke Shelby couldn't help but feel a weird peculiar tingling in his chest, and it wasn't because of the show. It had been quite some time since he last saw (y/n), the girl he had met outside the circus grounds months ago. As he brushed down the sleek black coat of a circus horse, Duke's thoughts kept wandering back to that fateful encounter.

He remembered how he had stumbled upon (y/n) while she was walking to small heath. She asked if he could help her get there on his horse-drawn carriage to her intended destination, with the promise of payment. he was curios by her demeanor, how she would space out, how she would ramble without thought but stop before she revealed too much, she interested him even in his usually reserved demeanor.

He had invited her to come to the circus while it was in town, hoping to talk to her more. It was an impulsive decision, driven by a desire to know her better and, perhaps, to impress her. But things didn't go as he had hoped. (y/n) seemed to enjoy the circus initially, her eyes shining with wonder at the daring acrobatics and mesmerizing performances. Yet, after a little while, she excused herself and left, offering only vague reasons for her sudden departure.

He went about his duties that night, trying to focus on the work he had to do. Yet, behind the straight seemingly bored face, his mind kept wandering back to (y/n). He wondered where she was, what she was doing, and if she ever thought about him.

Duke thought it was dumb of him to think of someone he barely knew, someone who probably didn't remember him. Perhaps she already had forgotten about him, just like he should forget about her. Duke felt a sense of longing mixed with apprehension and anger. He couldn't shake off the thought that he wanted to see (y/n) again, to talk to her, to understand more about her, if anything. But for now, he could only hope that fate would bring them together again and that maybe, just maybe, the thoughts he had would not remain unknown forever.

The horse neighed slightly as he brushed its black coat of hair. He had always liked horses so he had no problem taking care of one for the fairground. He hadn't seen Esme in a while and still thought back to her reaction at your name almost like she new who you were or knew of you.

“Duke how's the horse coming along?” yelled Dukes boss, he turned away from the horse to spare a glance at his boss

“She's almost done.” Duke mumbled out before looking back at the horse and continued to brush her. He felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around as his boss placed his payment for the week in his hand, 2 pounds.

“Next fair will be by small heath in a week after this one, you'll get your full payment tomorrow.” said the boss before turning around and leaving the makeshift stable/tent.

“Mhm, good to know.” Duke said lazily while he continued to brush the horse, by this point he hoped his boss was leaving. The whole reason he chose to take care of the horses was because he got to be away from people. They pissed him off. He likes horses better than most people anyways.

He felt intrigued by the idea of returning to small heath, mainly because it might give him the opportunity to see you again and have more conversations with you. The memory of your address crossed his mind, making him contemplate the possibility of visiting to check if you were around. Despite acknowledging that it might come across as creepy, he couldn't help but entertain the thought.

He finished brushing the horse and put everything away, he started walking to his caravan as he did he heard the sound of cars leaving and people talking. It was loud and annoying, underwhelming almost, soon he heard footsteps behind

“Did you hear about that boy found dead” said a boy behind duke seemingly talking to his friends, duke started walking slower to hear the conversation going on behind him

“Oh yea it was dead kid found on somebody's doorstep right?’’ said the other boy

“Yea and apparently the peaky's got something to do with it, I heard polly gray went to the house he found there were two people there, a boy and a girl maybe 14 or 15. I think they work for the peakys or maybe they killed the boy.” said the other boy, by the time they started talking more about what had happened they had walked past Duke.

He watched them as they walked past him the last thing he could hear was that apparently the body was found in small heath birmingham. He shrugged and continued to walk to his caravan.

He got in and laid on his bedspread. He stared at the ceiling unmoving, he stared at the cracks in the wood and listened to the wind blow through the tents and nearby trees. He wondered if he would ever have more to life than being a fairground worker.

He wanted to travel the mountains, all of them, here in Britain and maybe the rest of the world. As he closed his eyes his mind went to you and wondered how you were doing. Soon he let the embrace of sleep take him to a quiet darkness as the candle light danced on the walls.

#duke shelby x reader #peaky blinder headcanon #tommy shelby #polly gray #ashtray #euphoria #peaky blinders #john shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #dukeshelby #tommy shelby x you

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halleyuhm · 8 months

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WTW Ghost Gala Days 13 and 14: Coffin and Haunted Mansion

⚰️Coffin - Where's your favorite place to write?

Snuggled under some blankets beside the fireplace and some hot cocoa by my side.

🏚️ Haunted Mansion - Describe a setting in your WIP.

If you follow the chirping and the silent footsteps, the fairy lights and the wild blooms, you arrive in which is little less than a clearing in the grove, swaying under patches of light that sink through the ochre autumn leaves. The wooden house fuses with the giant oak surrounding it until planks and trunks can't be told apart, to the point where it looks like a reformed hollow tree rather than a house. Busy bees pollinate the carefully potted plants, the hydrangeas, and the wild blooms by the soil path. Fox and barefoot human footsteps follow the path up to the door, ajar, that lets out the sound of a teapot whistling, someone humming old fae melodies. Ivy in bloom laced with firefly lamps climbs from the marigold gardens to the hay roofs attached to the oak, slithering on both sides of the bay window and embracing the chimney that looks more like a thick branch than a human made construction. A wide back porch extends almost over the lake's edge, with nest chairs and egg swings overseen the lake in between half-finished books. And all around you and this tree-house fusion, fae critters crawl and jump, fly and run, always on the edge of your vision.

Only a sly-looking black cat dares to graze her tail along your leg and invite you inside. Periwinkle guides you to the front and lets you in the almost round house. The sun rays coming through the window golden the only room, so filled with books and trinkets it almost looks smaller than it is. Plants and fairy ligths hang from the high wooden beams, and some swirl along the balustrades, through which, standing on tiptoes, you can see shelves filled with books, journals, and scrolls; a busy desk, cozy armchairs and a bed right beside the large bay window, overlooking the lake. Below the second floor, mysteryous doors alternate with windows, complex anatomy drawings, hanging herbs, and shelves to decorate the naturally stripped walls of the hollow oak. You know behind one of them there's a private study and an emergency clinic but you've only been to the latter. To the right, a fireplace happily burns warming up a space that is both a dining and living room. The couches covered by cushions and sewing kits work as a divider for the study space to the left, cozily fitted below the stairs. At the back, the complete kitchen allows for cooking and brewing with nature as a landscape, and to the front the hall welcomes you with mirrors, rugs and mud-stained boots.

Periwinkle meows. It's time to work.

#wtwevent #wtwcommunity #writblr #writers of tumblr #am writing #creative writing #wip: june #ghost gala

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creatore-is-an-amarena-addict · 1 year

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MIDNIGTH OF THE 88

Tw: mention/unconsensual use of drugs, kidnapping, stalking, use and mention of alchool, emotional manipulation/exploitation, affectionate/touchy whumper slaughter of the english lenguage

Onna sipped on his morning coffee as he read throw the newspaper, there was a whole page filled with the statistic related to kidnapping: who has more changes of being abducted, who is more at risk, peoples that avoided it, peoples that spend more than 2 months under their captors... and peoples that never got found...

87.9999% of peoples kidnapped in the state of Ferine are never found even after years...

"Well" Onna said lowering the grey paper "time to make that 87 turn into an 88" and he looked straight to the boy across the street, walking to his school like every other day.

The unfortunate one, naive and unaware, was called Seji, and today, he had planned to go to a nigthclub with a couple of friends, and finaly, after months of relentless stalking, Onna had all the info he neaded and just the perfect plan in mind.

The men ran his hungry eyes on the walking figure one last time and walked to his car again.

After checking every single inch of the house to make sure everything was perfect for Seji, Onna got in his car with everything: syringes, chloroform towel, ropes, gags, roofies, gauzes, cloth, fabric, tape, handcuffs, pancuronium bromide and a taser just in case, you never know after all, even if the "target" was barely half his size.

He was finaly there, luckily for all of them, Seji's friends had choosen a pretty well adjusted and well manteined nigthclub.

As he entered and saw the masses of peoples jumping and dancing around under the neon ligths Onna tought to himself "wow, such a busy party... i don't think somebody would notice if somebody just disappeared" Just has he tought this he saw him: noisesly spouting towards a friend of his, even if the music complitely cancelled his sweet voice.

After some more seconds of clear arguing Seji walked all the way up to one of the walls, going complitely out of the grups view. "This is going to be easy" Onna thought "more than i originaly planned"

He took a deep breath, as much as the packed club allowed and prepared to have a conversation, then snatched 2 red cups filled with unknownown alchool from the nearest stranger and walked over to his target.

Onna trowed his back to the wall near Seji and started talking "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?" Onna was fully prepared to asweare to a cooky reply of some sort, maybe a simple "get lost pervert" knowing the boy's personality, but instead, Seji didn't even look in his direction, he keept staring at the ground with his skinny arms crossed on his... flat chest...

For a second Onna had a little crak in his perfect mask, the guy he had infront of him was the only person he had ever "met" that could make his perfect poker face tremble slightly "Im getting mad at my jerk friends... at a damn party! *sob* how pathetic is that?" Seji didn't even move when he sobbed.

Onna knew that the boy's friends wherent jerks in the sligtest, witch ment that the boy was either drunk or really emotionaly unstable at the moment.

"You know what they say about toxic friends, better forget about them"

Onna said as he leanded the red cup to the boy that took it witouth looking up and took a sip with a trembling "Thanks" as the men game himself a mental uppercut for not drugging the cup, he just lost one of the easies paths to succeding, but the nigth was still long after all.

After a lot of talking, Onna was entranced into the chearfull expression of the boy that was usualy rigid and emotionless, maybe it was the alchool or the emotional instability, but the men hoped it was becouse of his own presence and remember why he was there, what he wanted to do, and why.

Onna checked his wristwatch, it was almost midnigth, Seji's friends had gone home, and it was almost time for Seji to go home.

Onna got up to excuse himself "ill go to the bathroom, get us some drinks if you want, they're on me" and walked to the club's restroom "It's nice to know that high-end nightclub's bathroom are almost worst than the slums" he tought as he took the syringe and sedative from the hidden poket in his shirt. He carefully inserted the syringe in the bottle immagining it to be Seji's pretty and vulnerable nec-

"Is that heroine?"

"It's just my insuline, i got type 2 diabetes" Onna lied pretending he hadn't hear the door open, the faint steps, and the warm breath on his neck.

"I came here to wash the makeup off, i hate not being able to touch my eyes."

Onna acknoleged the red makeup smugged by tear streacks for the first time, and was almost sorry that they would have been washed away, they looked rather cute

"Also, i didn't knew what drink you wanted, tho i don't think ill drink it with you, im getting kinda dizzy"

"Let's go ouside and take some fresh air then"

They where near Onna's car, behind the club, where nobody could hear or see them.

"Ok if i play my cards rigth i can succed without the need to scalp him too much"

Just has Onna thougths this, Seji took a break from talking about the men's tatooed eyeballs to say something very different

"You know... for a stranger met after a fight with my every day friends your a really cool guy... what do you say we hang out more a day of these?"

Onna was taken aback, without thinking, he blurted out the only thing that he had in mind

"I'd love to hang out... why don't you get in the car?"

"Sorry, i gotta go in a bit, but i'd love to stay with you just a little longer"

Rejection bitter rejection.

As Seji leaned in on the men's shoulder, Onna's mind was racing with possible scenarios.

Time was running out, Seji had gotten comfortable but was still a stranger, Onna couldent afford to lose it now and was asking himself why didn't he calculated his response better, he should have said "Why don't WE get in the car" had he came off too forward? Too agressive? Why didn't he accept... was there another way?...

Like always, Onna calculated every possible outcome to this situation, and chose the one with more probability of success.

A pity... truly... but there wherent other ways, and he had come with a goal in mind.

He stretched his arm behind Seji's neck separating him from the car.

"You know, you shoulden't wear your hair up like that, it makes it so easy for someone to grab, but will i be dammed, it gives a view to what a pretty little neck you got ther-"

Before Onna could grasp the boy's hair, he got pushed away, in a second, Seji was in a defencive stance at a safe distance from the men with eyes filled with hatred.

"I knew i shoulden't had trusted you!"

His voice lined with angry betrayal

"Your just a creep! Fuck off you damn pervert"

He said showing the middle finger as he walked away, but before he got out of sight, Onna was already following.

Soon, it had turned from a fast walk home after a "breakup" to a full hunt as the purple haired prey was trying to convince himself that the black eyed hunter wasn't following him.

In the frienzy of turns and rising adrenaline, sadness mixed with anger swirled into betrayal and fear, making the small and dirty alley's look like a labirint, but finaly, the lights of the streets where just one shady alleyway away and finaly Seji calmed down.

Such a pity that the worst "incidents" happend in dirty alleyways.

In the shadows, with a soundless sprint, the chloroform cloth was on the prey's mouth and nose and immidiatly the air was filled with soffucated hums and dying screams, the prey struggled trying to pry his respiratory ways open, but it was all useless, adrenaline strain or not, the hunter was twice his size, in weight, strenght, and height that granted him the front seat view of the boy's pleading, desperate and pouring eyes.

"Shhh, don't waste your energy, everything will be alright in a second" Onna whispered with a reassuring tone, even tho Seji couldent hear him, not anymore, becouse in a couple of seconds, the frightened eyes where starting to close, the hushed humming was getting quiter and quiter, and in a last attemp to free himself, Seji used all of his energy to do a movement that seamed more a convulsion, an adjustment to a more confortable position, than a desperate last attemp to save himself, but alass, the room had gone quiet and the boy had stopped struggling.

"Cute" Onna thougth as he viewed the sleeping face, it looked so soft and peacefull.

Onna brougth the boy back to the car princess stile in an effortless way, planning to tell "he's drunk" to every person that migth have asked, luckily tho, there haddent been no need to use it.

The men popped the car door open and placed the sleeping boy on the seats, he carefully opened his mouth and sealed it again with balls of clean cloths then wrapped him in fabric and tape.

He forced the delicate looking hands into a cross and wrapped the wrists in gauzez, then tape and handcuffed them, same with the ankles, then tied the ankles to the thighs and waist, wrists to the shoulders, fore arms to arms before laying the sleeping boy complitely on the seats.

Onna also removed the boy's shoes, that way, running away would have been more difficult, even if Onna could have cougth up easily and the boy was complitely tied and sleaping, you never know.

Onna had studied the place to the very atoms, there where no cameras, and as he assaulted the boy non of them had touched anything and nothing that could have been a possible clue had fell to the ground, he even took the boy's phone, turned off the position tracking, turned it complitely off and took the battery out, he would had made a copy of the data stored inside and then would had made sure to deal with the rest as soon as he had a moment free.

After controlling the boy's state and the sorroundings, he got in the car, started the engine and brougth his "trophy", to prove of his succeded mission, his very goal, Seji, home.

Inspiration taken by @painsandconfusion 's "trettening prases" list

#writeblr #writer things #writing #whump community #oc story #this will maybe turn into a whole series #this was supposed to be short #@butchering of the english language

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dasozelotvonnebenan · 1 year

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if any of you without regular access to castles ever wondered how thick those walls get. This is 1.3m at the very top. The ground floor is even thicker than the first floor but its completely intact so no crossection photo.

the first floor looks a bit more impressive on the other side because the break is cleaner but the ligthing was mean

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bingimagecreator · 3 months

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characters of the cast of the conjuring with creepy face, flying and float lying body be low a bed, and dirty dark wall at room. ghost story. cinema

characters of the cast of the conjuring with creepy face, flying be low a bed, and dirty dark wall at room. ghost story. cinema

characters of the cast of the conjuring a women has sleeping and nightmare meet creepy face ghost at her dreams, dark dirty room. low ligth. cinema

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elvisstudio300sem2 · 7 months

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trying to paint hair - install

I had attempted to paint the hair the same colour and metallic finish as the crowns and I thought if i had a dense enough "wall" of hait it would work however it didn't';t really work potentially if I could've used lighter hair s a base it mightve read better.

You can see if it on the inside slightly when the screen is showing an image with a high ligth output, and i think it;s micro detail that is helpful in keeping the colour palette clean and intergrated.,

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littlemissxperfect · 1 year

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NIGHTMARE IN HAWKINS

It had been a long week and Halloween was just around the corner. Ever since Hawkins had been the topic of discussion due to recent events Nancy had felt like it was never going to go back to normal. However she was trying to live life as if it were. Home alone while the family had gone out for the night to the in-laws. Usually Nancy was the first to be there but this time she wanted a quiet night to herself. She had plans to be as basic as possible and watch a ton of horror movies and eat her weight in delicious fats. The Wheeler home started to smell of super butter popcorn and her absolute favorite classic horror movie ready to go.

Nancy danced around her kitchen as she grabbed a popcorn bowl and opened the popcorn pouring it into the bowl. The smell smacking her in the face and she felt a sense of comfort. That was a first. Tossing the bag into the garbage she grabbed her soda and her popcorn as she headed into the living room. The doorbell rang and she grabbed the money before opening the door. “A large extra cheese with green peppers” the male before her said as she held out her money. “Keep the change” She said as he left and she closed the door. The pizza smelled so good she was lucky she made it to the table. Getting her food she went back in and got herself cozy on the couch. Grabbing her remote she started her night long marathon of Nightmare on Elm St.

As the night went on she watched a few more before cleaning up. Her body was becoming super heavy and she knew it was time to just lay down. After all she had barely had much sleep over the course of the last few months. Heading upstairs she shut off the lights as she made her way. Heading into her room she got comfortable and just laid right in the center of her bed and took a deeb breath. Reaching over she got the current book she was reading.

Unsure of how it happened she found herself in a deep…dream. She wasn’t sure how or why but she was not in her own world. The hall way seemed to go on forever and it was dark with red lights swinging from the ceiling some of then so low she hit her head just lightly off of a few. As she walked down the hallway it only seemed to grow longer. “What?” She mouthed to herself under her breath. “Helloooooo” She said as she continued. She heard a loud bang as if a iron cage was being shut. She jumped and looked back but there had been nothing but the shadows of the lights swaying back and forth. She walked a bit more before hearing something like knives dragging on the walls, but nothing was there.

She felt her body become shaky as she was now very fearful. It was almost like she stepped into the world of Freddy Kreuger. This had to be a dream. “This is why you should not watch these movies alone nance…” She began to talk to herself as she turned a corner and kept going. Maybe if she could find a door and open it she would wake up. The red ligths stopped in the center of the next hall. She was not sure if it was a good idea but at the very end she had seen a door a big EXIT sign above.

She felt the relief as she walked as fast as she could to get to that door. Her hand on the knob as she turned it and walked right in. It was certainly not an EXIT but in fact an entirely different almost town like. “Hello, Nancy” A man’s voice called out but there had been nobody else there but her. “Come on, come inside. I want to show you something…” it said afterwards. Although Nancy did not want to go forth, she found herself unwillingly heading to that direction. Black straps came out of the sides and tied around her wrists. Her heart began to race as her screams filled the empty hallway.

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littlemissperfectx · 2 years

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Nightmare in Hawkins. - Spooky Drabble.

Nancy danced around her kitchen as she grabbed a popcorn bowl and opened the popcorn pouring it into the bowl. The smell smacking her in the face and she felt a sense of comfort. That was a first. Tossing the bag into the garbage she grabbed her soda and her popcorn as she headed into the living room. The doorbell rang and she grabbed the money before opening the door. "A large extra cheese with green peppers" the male before her said as she held out her money. "Keep the change" She said as he left and she closed the door. The pizza smelled so good she was lucky she made it to the table. Getting her food she went back in and got herself cozy on the couch. Grabbing her remote she started her night long marathon of Nightmare on Elm St.

Unsure of how it happened she found herself in a deep…dream. She wasn't sure how or why but she was not in her own world. The hall way seemed to go on forever and it was dark with red lights swinging from the ceiling some of then so low she hit her head just lightly off of a few. As she walked down the hallway it only seemed to grow longer. "What?" She mouthed to herself under her breath. "Helloooooo" She said as she continued. She heard a loud bang as if a iron cage was being shut. She jumped and looked back but there had been nothing but the shadows of the lights swaying back and forth. She walked a bit more before hearing something like knives dragging on the walls, but nothing was there.

She felt her body become shaky as she was now very fearful. It was almost like she stepped into the world of Freddy Kreuger. This had to be a dream. "This is why you should not watch these movies alone nance…" She began to talk to herself as she turned a corner and kept going. Maybe if she could find a door and open it she would wake up. The red ligths stopped in the center of the next hall. She was not sure if it was a good idea but at the very end she had seen a door a big EXIT sign above.

She felt the relief as she walked as fast as she could to get to that door. Her hand on the knob as she turned it and walked right in. It was certainly not an EXIT but in fact an entirely different almost town like. "Hello, Nancy" A man's voice called out but there had been nobody else there but her. "Come on, come inside. I want to show you something..." it said afterwards. Although Nancy did not want to go forth, she found herself unwillingly heading to that direction. Black straps came out of the sides and tied around her wrists. Her heart began to race as her screams filled the empty hallway.

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almostarts · 5 years

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Gianfranco Fini, “Programma wall light, New Lamp, Italy, c. 1970,

Like an illuminated work of art, reminiscent of pieces created by Julio Le Parc, Luis Tomasello, Jesús Rafael Soto, this wall-mounted design features numerous panels that can be opened and closed to create an infinite number of compositions.

While the precise number of Programma lights produced was never documented, the design was one of the more expensive works by New Lamp and very few originals are known.

Stainless Steel, Methacrylate,

41 w × 8 d × 41 h in (104 × 20 × 104 cm)

Wright Auction House