#6 - rat saw god
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saw this with movies on twitter, so thought i'd do it with music. reblog with your top 12 albums this year so far! here's mine:
#1 - beloved paridise jazz#2 - wallsocket#3 - why does the earth give us people to love#4 - the record#5 - desire i want to turn into you#6 - rat saw god#7 - did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean blvd?#8 - my back was a bridge for you to cross#9 - scaring the hoes#10 - guts#11 - saved!#12 - girl with fish#music#music 2023#albums#musician#album cover#musicindustry#top 12
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Sub sam monroe x fem friends hot older sister ❔
𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞
pairing: sam monroe x older!fem!reader
summary: it’s been like what? 6 years since you saw sammy, he’s still as weird as he used to be, only prettier. After seeing him again you notice there some tension that wasn’t there before.
c/w: nsfw, loser Sammy, blowjob
discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 2-
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡
ﾟ。Love you
𝘄/𝗰 - 1,352
“What’s that for?” You ask your little rat of a brother why he’s suddenly carrying enough snacks to throw a party.
“Sam is coming over, he’s going to spend the night here” Your brother says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Who?” “Sam” he rolls his eyes “Oh! Sammy, blonde, walks weird?” “Yes…” he’s slightly confused at your description then he realizes you haven’t seen Sam in a while…. A long while?
“He dyed his hair” your brother ads “Seriously?” You say sarcastically clearly faking interest trying to find something worth watching on tv “And he walks normally” “I’m sure he does”
“Anyways aren’t you a little bit too old for sleepovers?” Your condescending tone is very annoying to your brother but that’s what sisters do. “Aren’t you too old for Halloween?” “Huh?” Your brother smirks pointing at your makeup, you respond by throwing the pillow on the couch with enough force it feels like a brick, he runs upstairs
“coward” you mutter to yourself and suddenly someone’s knocking on the door
Someone’s knocking extremely loud
You decide to ignore it as you keep painting your nails but the knocking is very persistent and it gets louder somehow accidentally painting your toe “fucking loser” you curse under your breathe and stand up walking furiously towards the door.
“What!?” Your tone is harsh and the boy takes a step back, Sam looks stupid as he makes sure he’s in the right house “I-is James here?”
“Sam?” You ask softly this time, your anger quickly dissipating from your features, eyeing him up and down… wow.
“Hi Y/N”
You open the door for him to come in as he awkwardly goes through the door, he tries to keep his hips as far he can from yours while walking in, you sigh at the awkward silence
“How have you been-“ “You look very different-“ both of you say at the same time “You look the same” he says “I looks twelve?” God you’re making fun of him
Hes about to answer when your brother comes down running from the stairs “Sorry dude I was taking a shit!” He greets him as you stand aside
“Don’t talk to her Sam” your brother says smirking “Shut up man” they run upstairs and you shrug trying to shake the awkwardness away
You keep trying to distract yourself with tv but it isn’t fucking working
Sam Monroe….
He looked so different from what you remembered, he’s taller, there’s a lot of piercings stuff on his face and you’re pretty sure he was wearing eyeshadow.. his hair now it’s black… funny because you remembered him being blonde and looking like a puppet, you giggle at the thought… Oh! and his clothes, he was wearing a Metallica t shirt, Vintage….
You moan and you realize you been rubbing your clit through your panties this whole time then gasping in embarrassment and closing your legs
What a slut… what if someone saw you rubbing your cloth on your living room, that would be a reason to kill yourself, what if Sam saw you like that?… that however doesn’t sound as bad
Control yourself Y/n
A few hours later the sun has set… you succeeded distracting yourself and as soon as Sam leaves you won’t have to see him again you’ll forget this awkward chapter in your life where you masturbated to the thought of your younger brother’s friend until… “Why me man!?” “Cause I’m about to win this level” “Youre shit at the game” “Shut up!” you hear the boys arguing upstairs “It’s just fucking popcorn Sam” your brother mocks him as Sam sighs coming down the stairs
You can’t help but look up at him “Hey” Sam stops midway “Hey” he tries to sound and look relaxed, but when did your boobs get so big?
“Pop corn?” You asks pointing at the box he’s holding in his hand “I’ll burn them” he says
“It’ll be my brothers fault” you laugh and Sam smiles “C’mon” you guide him to the kitchen and put the popcorn in the stove “You look very different too” he responds to your earlier conversation, you smirk at the opportunity of teasing “Really? I thought I looked twelve” “Fuck no” he suppresses a laugh and you nod playfully “Well, maybe a little” “Fuck off” you push him playfully and his back makes contact with the counter “You still have your dimples when you smile” your heart actually softens at his comment “You don’t look like a puppet anymore” he rolled his eyes “I meant that in some ways you look the same but in other- other ways you look very different” he stares at you collarbone
“Sam?” You take a step forward “It’s mean to look at girls boobs when they’re talking” he freezes “I was not-“ you grab his bicep “I always knew you liked me” Sam is really about to die or kill himself, whatever is option is quicker… instead he grabs your waits and pulls you to him then freezes again “You want to kiss me Sammy?” His gaze switches from your eyes to your lips, to your boobs that look so good in that thank top, then your lips again, his lips hesitantly meet you in a clumsy kiss… but then you find out he’s so hungry for this, teeth clatter and he hums into your mouth, his hands shaking as he holds your waist…. You pull away teasingly as he tries to chase your lips but you have other plans like kissing his neck
“Fuck” he moans, his little sound has you clenching your thighs, you need this boy asap…as you nibble and suck his neck then pulling away again “Sam” “What?” He says breathlessly
“Can I suck you off?” WHAT THE FUCK he nodds shakily and you get on your knees “J-James?” Sam’s says as he watches you unbuckle his belt “Don’t talk about my fucking brother when I’m going to give you a blowjob” “Sorry..” “He’s playing, he wont find out.” You try to reassure this poor boy as he nods shakily “I promise” you unzip his pants and take his boxers down urgently, it’s too much, you hear the popcorn popping, heavy breathe, the waves crashing distantly… his cock slapped against his stomach… Sam looks down at you in awe
You start stroking him, watching the angry red tip leaking already, “w-wait wait I’m gonna c-cum” Sam warns virgins you think to yourself and force yourself to stop stroking him, if he’s gonna fucking cum he’s cumming down your throath tonight “fine” you say angrily and take him down your throat “Fuck!” Sam moans as his shaky hand tangles in your hair pushing you down further “I can’t I can’t I’m sorry” his eyes roll back and his back arches, your wet lips wrapping around his thick cock…. Sucking him sloppy it’s just so much
He doesn’t know why god is on his side tonight but he’s not complaining, he beats himself mentally, he seeing stars, fireworks exploding behind his eyes and all that cringy shit he once heard, now he knows it’s real, he feels your tongue massaging the underside of his cock and you make something with your tongue where it licks at his balls slightly and-
“Fuck!” He yells as he cums…. Thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throath, he tastes salty…
Your doe eyes look up at him seductively as you keep licking his tip, his legs tremble as he spasms, he has to push you away so he doesn’t pass out
You finally release his cock from your mouth “breathe Sammy….” “Fuck sorry I-“ his breathe is heavy “Shhh….” You kiss his lips softly so he tastes his own cum…..
“You’re sleeping here right?” He nodds
“Come to my room at 2:00 AM” he nodds again and you know this boy is completely at your mercy
“Oh and Sammy….. your popcorn” you point to the stove and evident smoke “Shit!” Sam runs and trips over his pants, pulling them up quickly and trying to not burn your damn house.
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dividers - @i92-93
(Im very sorry for the absence! I been pretty much busy and a little unmotivated to write but I’ll try to post another fic this week, this was a little bit rushed but I hope you like it)
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#sam monroe x reader#sam monroe x you#sam monroe smut#sam monroe imagine#sam monroe hayden christensen#sam monroe life as a house#hayden christensen smut#hayden christensen characters#hayden christensen fluff#hayden christensen
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Fan Girl - AWFC x Ballerina!Reader
Reader is a renowned ballerina and goes live to talk to fans, especially about her new-found love for football.
I really want to make this into a series of some sort but don't get your hopes up 🫶
"Hello, everyone!" You smiled into the camera a few minutes after starting an Instagram live, "Hello, hello, hello. How is everyone doing!" You responded to some personalised greetings for a few minutes before answering recurring questions flowing through the comments.
"What am I doing? I am getting ready to head over to the Royal Opera House to perform The Nutcracker. I am very excited to be doing so, we are going into the 4th performance of this year and I am absolutely buzzing, the first 3 shows went so well and I got to do all of my favourite parts and I get to do another tonight. So yeah, I am buzzing!" You had to try to suppress your smile whilst talking about your passion as you were doing your makeup whilst doing so.
"What are my favourite roles to dance in The Nutcracker?" You were moving onto contour as you began to roll off an endless number of characters you've played in the past, "I think my all-time favourite would have to be the Sugar Plum Princess, which I'm actually doing tonight!" You clapped your hands in delight due to pure excitement running throughout your body
"And then I think it's sort of even between; Clara, The Arabian Princess and The Snow Queen. I love Clara because I love playing her, I feel like I'm more of an actor when I play Clara and I love the feeling and of course, it's like, kind of a main role," You laughed as you tried to down-play the roll, not wanting to make it seem like you were bragging about getting to perform a main role.
"I love playing The Arabian Princess and The Snow Queen for the same reasons, I love their costumes so much and the choreography as well, oh my god, I feel in my element when I get to dance their choreography. It's an indescribable feeling, performing in general is for me, indescribable, but specifically those parts because I just love them so much!"
You laughed slightly to yourself as you took a drink of water, "And then we have the rats! I loved playing a rat, their costumes are just so funny and you get to really improvise with the rats," You choked on your water slightly as you laughed, "Oh I love being side-stage to watch them, performing with them is sometimes hard, especially when I'm Clara because you have to try not to laugh but I love the rats so much. And then there's also the angels! I love the angels, I was one for maybe 3 years? I started doing the Nutcracker when I was 3 and I started getting into other roles when I must have been 6 or 7, so 3 or 4 years, yeah, and I love the angels not only because it was my introductory to performing and ballet but also because now, I love kids if you didn't know, but I have taken up the role of helping the little-ys get ready and helping them get their stuff at the end of the night and they're all angels, and it just reminds me of the good old days, so yeah!"
You took a break from your makeup to look at the comments and your eyes widened when you saw 800,000 people were watching.
user429 i love her laugh
jazy_ballet I LOVE GETTING TO PLAY A RAT
saramanning how did you start ballet?
evanbraid what foundation did you use 😍
y/nballet4ever what are your hobbies aside from ballet 🩷
You proceeded to the task of doing your makeup after seeing that question, "I have recently gotten into football! I watched the Women's World Cup and it was the first time I was genuinely invested in a sport and I've kinda just kept on the football train now. That's kind of a lie I'm more on the football jet plane, if that makes sense. I am so invested in it's almost getting out of hand. I think about it all the time!" You had to laugh at yourself and how pathetic you sounded.
smith124 OMG! Who do you go for?
"I go for Arsenal, it wasn't really a conscious decision, to be honest. I just sort of figured out who everyone on the team was really fast and there was a game on, maybe 2 days after I had started 'investigating' and researching the team so I was like, why not? Um, but yeah I went to the game and I loved it! I felt kind of odd because I didn't have a jersey but I do now! I have, 12, if I remember correctly. That's Arsenal and England jerseys so..." You cringed at how fangirly you sounded.
p0llyr1chardz who's your favourite player???
"Favourite player? They're all so personable and great players like it's kind of mind-boggling how good they are but," You paused to think as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. "Um, my favourite player might have to be Katie McCabe or Lucy Bronze, if we are talking Lionesses. If I am being so honest, I only really care about the women’s game. I just can’t get into the men's games but maybe it’s just my pure love for women that has me interested in football, not the actual game. I also love the "ACL squad" because, if you didn't know 2 years ago, I tore my ACL and while it's most certainly not a fun thing, I find the similarities in the rehab and the experiences they've all gone through compared to mine really interesting. Because whilst on a sheet of paper, football and ballet are nothing alike, the rehab after an ACL injury is really similar and I mean it could be put down to both being quite foot or leg-focused but I find it really interesting. Especially with what Viv and Beth are doing with their documentary, spreading word about it, getting people to understand the severity of it and helping everyone understand why it's happening or trying to. I guess the biggest difference is that ACL injuries are extremely prominent in women's football and my injury was sort of like any other injury, a mistake or whatever you want to call it."
bethmead_ ❤️❤️❤️
Everyone could see you intently staring at your phone in silence for a moment, reading the comments, before you screamed and jumped from your chair, you laughed and settled back into your chair, "Sorry, guys! Oh my days, Beth! Hi, oh my, oh I love you so much. Not in a weird way! In a fan way! Sorry, oh my days, y/n you're embarrassing yourself." You placed your hands on your head and took a deep breath. "Sorry guys, so onto my hair! I hate doing my hair," You sulked slightly.
leahwilliamsonn ❤️❤️❤️
"That's crazy," You sat in awe, "What is going on! Hi, Leah," You waved like a little girl, "This is crazy..." You did your hair humming with a smile on your face.
"Sorry for being silent for a hot sec, I can't focus on anything other than my hair when I'm doing it for a show." You smiled meekly at the camera.
bethmead_ will we be seeing you at the Watford game?
You squealed with pure excitement, "Yes! 1000%, I am going to be the Watford game. Of course, I am.”
You apologised that you had to step out of frame for a moment to put on your costume.
“Alright, surprise reveal for the costume of the night! Drum roll please…” You stepped into the frame in your Sugar Plum Princess leotard, looking a little bit silly without your tutu, “Sorry for not being in my tutu but I can’t sit in it and I have to drive to the Oprah House so…”
lottewubbenmoy see you there 😉
You almost fainted once you saw Lotte’s comment, due to fear or excitement maybe, but most likely from the scream you let out that had you explaining the last hour to your neighbour.
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#woso x reader#arsenal wfc x reader#beth mead#woso imagine#katie mccabe#lotte wubben moy#leah williamson#vivianne miedema#lucy bronze#womens football#woso community#woso fanfics#woso soccer
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i think the arthur morgan + susan grimshaw dynamics is just one of the most underappreciated and underrated dynamics in the rdr2 fandom
i mean, susan grimshaw is a very controversal character in the game, and for good reason, because man, i didnt like her in the beginning, the way she treats the girls is unacceptable and makes me so goddam mad and upset even if it was probably acceptable at the time, its horrid and awful and god i understand why people dont like her
i mean as i said i didnt like her in the beginning, but ive grown to like her the more ive played, solely for the way she interacts with arthur
because, i think its often overlooked that she was there, when arthur was a young teen, she was there with hosea and dutch, she was dutch's first women, and she saw that young scrawny teen grow into the man he is today
they banter! they joke! when arthur goes away for a long while she comes him to tell him that theyve, shes missed him but theyve been "very busy", she tears up when arthur tells her that "you're my family, miss grimshaw", HE CALLS HER "MISS", he don't call hosea and dutch "mister" despite the fact that he respects them just as much
when arthur comes in all dirty, miss grimshaw makes him wash up, either by physical force or just guiding him to the water barrel, i mean, can you imagine seeing it in real life and knowing who arthur morgan is? man's a beast, a killer, he's a big man, he's tall too, yet miss grimshaw, whose smaller in height and in size can just yell at him for not being clean, slap him and he laughs?? before all that he grumbles "i'm fine," the tone of a man that has spent so long of his life trying to convince miss grimshaw that hes clean, no he don't need to wash, he's busy miss grimshaw
and if arthur has the audacity to come in dirty again? miss grimshaw goes to slap him again, but he stops her, and SHE LETS HIM, and yet he still goes to wash and fricking pay her!!! they are both laughing and clearly enjoy each others company and hold so much respect and love for one another
and.. in chapter 6, when micah and arthur are both holding each other at gunpoint, susan grabs her gun, and she points the gun at micah, and i think the gravity of that decision is truly overlooked
i see a lot of people in rdr2 fanfiction, especially fix-it fanfiction, where they gang split into groups, have miss grimshaw stay with dutch. but in reality? i dont think she would
miss grimshaw is a smart women, she knows whats going on in her gang, and a women as smart as she would most likely be able to see the shifting dynamics in the gang, and what micah is doing. i mean, she obviously doesnt like micah (who in the gang really does? despite dutch, of course) she literally threatens to kill him when he gets too pushy with her
miss grimshaw sees, and miss grimshaw knows, there is no way you can convince me that she doesnt see how close micah and dutch are too each other, and that micah replaces arthur and john as dutch's favoured sons, even replaces hosea as the one that dutch confides in and yet despite all this.
when she has a chance to get rid of a traitor, arthur, from dutch's point of view, or get rid of dutch's now right hand man, she points the gun at micah.
she tells him to stand down and to put the gun down and when javier comes in to tell him that the pinkertons are coming, and shes distracted? micah shoots her. he shoots her when shes distracted, like the rat that he is, the coward that he is, and god i get so angry and upset that micah is her downfall
and arthur is clearly upset about it, that she cannot help grimshaw, he cannot save grimshaw or at least comfort her while she dies and god it makes me so miserable that im crying even typing this lol
but the gravity of that decision, because when she points the gun at micah, she may as well be pointing that gun at dutch, telling him that how dare he, how dare he choose this man, this coward, over the men that they've raised, their sons,
i think she knows that dutch would consider her a traitor too, after pointing her gun at micah, and yet, she still does it. that whether she even wishes to or not, she would not be able to stay, or even live after pointing that gun at micah, and yet she doesnt care. she does it anyway.
whether its obvious or not, when susan is made to choose between dutch and arthur, she chooses arthur
(at least in the chapter 6 of course, after all the shit they've been through, although, i do think you can make an arguement that even earlier in the game, that she would choose to go with arthur, for many reasons which i wont go into here cause this is already long enough)
its beautiful, its stunning and its so tragic the love that she carries for her boys, and the love that they have for her, because shes their mum, or at least she loves them like a mother does, like a parent should and im just... im in awe really
(the love that she holds for her boys isn't just exclusive to her boys, she clearly loves and cares for the girls, in her own messed up way, really, which still doesn't exclude her actions and the way she treats them and its something that i can never accept)
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr2 arthur morgan#arthur morgan#rdr2 miss grimshaw#miss grimshaw#rdr2 susan grimshaw#susan grimshaw#strawberry speaks#rdr2 dutch van der linde#dutch van der linde#rdr2 micah#micah bell
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A not complete ranking of Jimmy characters from most to least bastard
1. Sheriff Jimmy. He’s like if Property Police Jimmy had anger management issues and a bigger sense of entitlement. God he’s so annoying, every man on that server wants him badly. Man is straight up corrupt on multiple levels. His only saving grace is how lame he is
2. Evo Jimmy. The Property Police as a whole were unliked and annoying and no one wanted them to be doing their thing. Martyn got points because he is funny but Jimmy was just trying to arrest and or murder people plus I think he tried to collude with the mafia once. It’s been a while since I saw his Evo
3. Codfather Jimmy. Less sense of authority and entitlement and more antagonizing near everyone he speaks to and making every problem he’s in much worse. Like his whole thing with Sausage started because he literally robbed the man and got so pissed off when Sausage wanted repayment. He causes like 80% of his own problems and then gets mad and fussy over it. He’s horrific <3
4. Double Life Jimmy. He’s encouraging panda murder, he’s chosen-soulmatephobic, he’s creating problems, he loves killing and murder, he’s cheering on whatever madness Tango comes up with. What a legend
5. Last Life Jimmy. He didn’t do much wrong but he gets bastard points for stealing a life from Martyn and then having the audacity to be upset that the Southlanders were mad at him
6. 3rd Life Jimmy. Honestly he was a little bastard but mostly he was just tryna stay alive and was stupidly reckless a lot. Rip king
7. Afterlife SMP Jimmy. I honestly don’t remember what he did on that server Not Gonna Lie. I don’t think it was much. Did kill hippie Joel at one point
8. Rat Jimmy. He’s just a rat
9. 100 Days Jimmy. There’s no one else in there for him to be a bastard to. He does devolve into madness a lot there though
#solidaritygaming#jimmy solidarity#if ur asking abt his x life or whatever else: haven’t seen it!#empires smp#3rd life smp#double life smp#last life smp#afterlife smp#rats smp#Evo smp
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Hostage - Chapter 6
Finnick Odair x Healer!Reader
Summary: Up until now, your life has been a solitary one. Being the sole owner of an herbal shop, and apothecary to many fishermen who have been injured. Just when your life seemed to follow the routine you were so used to, your life turns a 360 when you’re suddenly taken away for the 67th Annual Hunger Games. This turn of events forces you to accept the idea the Grim Reaper is stalking close behind you, faster than you had hoped for.
Tags: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Typical THG Violence, Forced Prostitution, Forced Lab Rat, Injury, Mental Health Deterioration, Psychological/Physical Torture, Death, Alcohol/Drug Consumption, Medical Malpractice, Fluff (bc they deserve it).
Word Count: 11.7k
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Chapter 6
It was day nine on the training facility. Which only meant it was three days to go until your feet stood on the harsh grounds of the Arena. Every passing day was another needle piercing your lungs, as you noticed the countdown coming closer to its end, you realized it was made harder for you to breathe. It wasn’t the muscle memory your brain was taught, it was as if suddenly you had forgotten the simple act of breathing, and all you could think about was controlling the air currents that sucked in and out of your mouth.
It was like your lungs were holding hostage the innocent air particles that were only out there to help you, and you felt like you coudn’t breathe now that the timer was close to its set.
This past few days you’d started to lose faith in God. It’s not like you blindly believed in him to begin with, but with the pained breaths you were expulsing, you slowly felt any sort of belief from a greater force be spilled out along with it.
Whether it was God, destiny or whatever, you soon struggled to be able to believe in any of that, because right now your position was different. You weren’t in that privileged stance; then, you had a home, work, food and water, you had whatever you needed to live, and it was easier to believe in that then, because you didn’t think about your own survival.
But it was different now, all of that was over. And after the Reaping it was a hard reality check that, the world indeed didn’t owe you a cent. And so, your Deist idea slowly faded into nothing, you simply lost faith in any entity, and at this point even yourself.
You didn’t know what you believed in, and it wasn’t like it mattered anyway. Whatever religion or personal truth was soon going to be vanished along your scattered body on the grounds of the Arena, and it felt very much like you were being executed for a crime you hadn’t committed. Punished for the wrongdoings of another person, and the wrong deeds of their fault had your life shorten, while the true perpetrator was out there enjoying their prolonged one, and they better understood their guilty freedom was in exchange of yours.
Yeah, you didn’t know what to believe in anymore, and it didn’t matter anyway. That’s why you abstained yourself from believing in anything, and if that meant you stopped looking at God’s metaphors in life, then so be it. Or to make it or poetic, you followed what Nietzsche once said “God is dead”.
By day nine it was obvious the Career group was formed. From District 1, we had Ezra and Ava, both loving siblings to each other, but definitely with lethal intentions to the rest of the Tributes, possibly even to their team members when the chance arose.
For District 2 we had the memorable Birch, and Nyla. You had found her curious for her preferred weapon choice to be a fishing spear, since it seemed it was expressly placed for the participants of District 4. But you wouldn’t judge her skills on her weapon, especially when you saw her expertise on handling that piece of weaponry, earning her the fitting title of hunter and it only seemed natural she was welcomed by the Careers.
Then came District 4, with none other than Vito and his double blades. It seemed Birch along Ezra had been interested in him not only through the way he handled the blades. Finnick’s games were still influential, since it only had been two years ago since he came out victorious, and they found his rapid net making to be the deciding factor for their admiration for him.
And lastly, were both Tributes of District 7, known for their lumberjack industry. It only took a quick look to realize as to why they were picked. Carter and Steph both had a muscular build, and they definitely exhuded strength and a feared determination of not backing down without a real fight.
You sighed looking at the formed group. It was disheartening the very knowledge that the strongest were in a group to fight off the weaker ones, and it felt bitterly unfair and personally against against you. Even more when Vito was along them and not you, meaning they saw you just as weak and useless as the rest, deserving to be killed right off the bat. Because for them, you had no use, comparing you with dead weed of the Arena, and they still found more ways to exploit the dry grass than yourself.
Your eyes met the grey tones of the slightly pigmented green of his irises, maintaining contact and understanding of each other’s presence. Carter’s eyebrow ticked up in acknowledgement. The ghost of your eyes haunted his, as he could feel the hoplessness that you body emanated, even when being many feet apart from each other.
You saw his lips curl up into a small smile. He hoped your grasped his gesture, to let it embrace you in a warm hug, all so he wouldn't have to see your present frown and to envelop yourself into his reassurance.
It wasn’t hard to comprehend the meaning behind his expression, he was just trying to make you feel better. But it seemed rather complicated to feel at ease when he already belonged to a deadly group, one of which had a participant that was a psycho and determined on pointing at you with the red dot of his invisible assault rifle.
But you still understood he wanted express his sympathetic side to you. You could imagine, and hoped, his secret hobby or lingering daydream didn’t involve the exciting thought of killing other people, unlike the Tributes of District 1 and 2. But rather, he was like you and Vito, here against their will, and obligated you all to be in the survival game by the choice of an mere outsider. And tho whomever created the Hunger Games to begin with, you didn’t have the prettiest words or thoughts about that person. And of course, you would never say them outloud. By the way Scarlett had reacted each time you cursed, it was like an unforgiving blasphemy to even proclaim your deepest negative thoughts about the Games.
You returned him the smile, unknown to him that your teeth greeted through your anxiety, to calm your scraping words of wanting to hide yourself to the world so no one could find you and, somehow be able to sneak your way out of having to be in the battling grounds. But that scenario was close to impossible, so you stopped yourself from thinking too much about it before you’d consider it.
”I get it, I’d smash. Although Finnick is more of my type though. But let’s get back to training, shall we?” The whispering words brushed past the side of your face, tickling lightly the crown of your ear with his warm breath.
And you stopped, before looking up at him. Your mind blank as it tried to grab onto any reason that was slowly flying away out from your ears. But your brain seemed to be damaged from the from broken wires by Vito’s words, and the sparking of the electricity was dancing around your mind, a sign of the overworked brain from a rush of confusing curiosity over what he meant by those words, which you quickly understood un thus the short time span electrocution that jumbled your brain around.
You mind run miles, and yet you weren’t unable to utter the words.
“With what I’ve seen so far, believe me, girlie. You’ll need it” he snickered at you. Your lips kept on closing and opening slightly, his extra piece of information meant to confuse you further, you knew that, and you still gave into his mind games.
Vito coudn’t help but hung a playful smirk up his mouth, amused by the rush of thoughts flashing behind your eyes. He felt victorious of course, he had his desired outcome so you would come out of that concerned trance he noticed you were having on a regular basis at training. But he didn’t expect you to have come out in such a funnily manner, that he coudn’t help the light giggles. Even more so at the creased brows you formed as you tried to compute further his words.
You managed to say something. “I didn’t know?” you said clumsily with a joking smile. You huffed a smile out at the situation. He lifted his hand up to his lips and chuckled further at your comment. Your expression was priceless in his eyes, and he coudn’t help himself from leaving you stunned like that. Oh, how much he loved doing that to you.
Caesar Flickerman had just called your name, his infamous smile, known to the whole of Panem sat across his well-known face. The many cheers that rang through the stage, from clapping sounds to the impatient voices of the citizens of the Capitol, were awaiting your shining entrance.
A few hours ago, the examination went… not so great. Vito had done his best in teaching you the refined arts of the knives, and you could grasp the basic concept of attcak, slice, and stab… that was it. Two weeks to learn everything about hunting down an vicioius animal one on one seemed like a challenging feat, not say practically impossible. So when you were standing below your future sponsors, it felt very much silly of you to try and use that weapon to show off your non-existent high levels skills, especially considering Vito was next in line. You cringed at that thought for the thousandth time today. It was embarrassing, you could say that much. So much so you didn’t even try to look up at them unless necessary. So when you did, you were met with the bored looks of the experienced viewers that had seen decades worth of fighters, and you wouldn’t be catalonged as one no matter how much you tried to disguise yourself as one.
But it’s not like you could do anything else. If they had even bothered bringing in some herbs or chemicals, you could’ve shown your more scientific knowledge. You knew a hundred ways to elaborate toxic poisons, and a millions ways to create antidotes for each and every one of them, that would’ve definitely earned you a more prideful look on your end. But then again, you were sure the Sponsors weren’t quite interested for you to elaborate remedies for basically anything. Afterall, they only wanted to see people killing each other; they just wanted to see violent and gruesome deaths, they wanted to hear their screams of horror as a familiar face was draining the life away from them, like a vampire sucking every ounce of blood to ensure your dried death. And being a doctor kind of went directly against what they preached. You weren’t like a hidden gem to them, more like a pain in the ass if you were able to heal someone back to life. And in the circle of betting games, the randomized traps scattered across the Arena, had the same element of uncernaty as the Sponsors had now that your card was placed on the table. Because now it meant you could take care of the Tributes. Your extensive knowledge was like a direct threat aganst the chosen Tributes they laid their money on. It wasn't just who would be more likely to come out victorious from a logical perspective, because you were brought into the mix. It wasn’t just strength, ability, and speed what they had to analyze, but also an element of luck. And unfortunately for them, that was something that coudn’t be measured in a logical way.
You sighed. The interview was your last chance to make people like you. If your skills wouldn't make them on your side, you hoped that maybe they would try to connect with you more personally. Perhaps if they felt bad about your death, you could win over their hearts. You needed to convince them you dying would only affect them negtively in the end.
You let another shaky breath, and stepped forward. The cling clang the heel needle resonated on the smooth and shining surface you were standing on, only to become completely soundless as you walked over, to none other than the famous blue haired waiting for you. You made sure your thighs turned to hard muscle, careful as to not be clumsy and fall infront of what seemed about five hundred people. Their eyes scanned you whole, so you coudn’t risk doing a mistake in front of all of them. You returned your gaze, shy and nervous as you wondered around the gigantic audience ahead of you.
It looked like a painting from the Impressionist era. Your first description of what was reflecting back your eyes was “A lot of colour”. Many dots of vibrant shapes and colors, raging from the warm tones of yellow and orange, to cooler ones like purple and tale blue; all painted above a black canvas.
The shining lights were flashing your eyes, needing a moment to readjust them to make better off the people of the Capitol. They were wearing odd and eccentric hats, an that was what you had previously confused to be expert brush strokes of an creative artist, was simply just the fashion designs of the Capitol.
Their eyes roamed over your every inch, awaiting what sort of good time you would give them. Whereas for you, they were on a dark canvas, they in turn they saw you against a white one, where your background scenery was filled with many sparkling glitter surrounded your promotional poster, with your face hanging there confidently.
Mr. Flickerman led you to sit opposite him, sitting on a home-like modernized version of an armchair. With the same colour as your dress, the designer was right to add the pillow below you. It was big, for anyone to regain themselves in whichever position they wanted and still be comfortable at the cute armchair. It reminded you of the warm and cozy cafeteria down the street of the Herbal Shop. And if you werte to recommend it to someone, you’d sincerely tell them it was best served under the winter weather with a hot chocolate protecting you from viruses that threatened to infect everyone.
“So Ms. Doctor from Distrcit 4, I’ve heard of something peculiar the other day” he started looking at you intensely. The pause, of course, for dramatic effect. Now you understood where Scarlett was coming from with the way she expressed her emotions. “I heard-”
Another pause. This was starting to feel gut wrenching. The large amount of people weren’t helping either, and you’ve been stuck in a cycle of insecurity of wanting to come across as likeable to them, and you weren’t sure how you could accomplish that. The first impression was was the deciding factor for the initial building blocks of a friendship, and that level of anxiety of the what ifs had your insides flip five times.
“You healed, none other than the Victor of the 65th Hunger Games, our Finnick Odair” his voice all of a sudden strengthened in volume, coming out in thrilled particles that drugged everyone replicating his mood, one of jovial enthisiasm. There were slight gasps in surprise, but definitely a lot of murmuring between themselves. Your eyes opened in shock, you had completely forgotten all about that.
Still astounded, you scanned over the room perfectly, the singular emotion that traveled in the air everyone breathed between each other, was that of simple curiosity. They wanted to hear your next words, they wanted to know what you brought to the table, they wanted to who you were.
This was the great start you needed. Even if it hurt your soul admitting it, you had to appreciate Scarlett's input for spreading this piece of information, so diligently it even reached the ears of the biggest TV host of the Capitol. Not only for your own sake, but as well for hers, you had to make the fullest of this little advantage.
Scarlett understood the public perception and opinion like no other; and when it came to Finnick’s name being brought up, it was your best bet to grow interest for yourself by using him.
You smiled brightly at what he had said. Making sure the shining of the lights reflected on your teeth just the same as the way your eyes sparkled in hopeful optimism. If you needed to sway public opinion to be on your side, this was your best bet to touch their hearts, and who knows? Maybe tickle them a bit to make their insides flutter happily.
You let a giggle escape through the microphone. “Yes” the tone of your voice thrilled with the taste on candied apple, to feed them the explosion of sweet delight down their throats.
“At the time, his fishing team came rushing in my Herbal Shop one day. You know, after they had injured themselves like they usually did” you started widening your grin at what you just came up with. It felt like throwing Finnick overboard, which was only more unfair on his end, now that he wasn’t with you to defend himself from the words that came out of your mouth.
But with these people, it was better the more you spoke, rather than staying idly still and quiet, in hopes the ordeal would pass by to detense the anxiety building up a tight knot from inside your throat. Even better? When your words sounded like a caramelized drink to their ears.
“You know, Finnick can be a little clumsy at times” you admitted. The microphone caught the way your tone dropped a few octaves as if mimicking you were in a vulnerable crowded place, giving away uncommunicated information that would make any Finnick fans squeal from joy. You placed a finger up your lips.
“But shhh, ‘kay? Don’t tell anyone I said that” you opened your mouth, showing your baring teeth to the audience. They laughed at your playful and cheeky personality that you gleefully showed them.
It worked, somehow it worked. But this wasn’t the time to get comfortable, the show was still going, and you’d give them the best version of yourself. You needed to leave your astounded expression for later, when you weren’t in front of televised cameras that were ready to pick apart the little of what you had shown them. Later, you would try to come up with reasons as to why it was so easy to captivate them, with whatever you had said to them.
Your very words that spoke enchantingly brushed the thin line between the truth and the uncertain lie, and to be honest with yourself, you didn’t know if they were either truthful or not. Because that wasn’t what was important right now, you just needed their attention to you.
A sudden realization hit you. They didn’t care about the Tributes, at least not nearly enough as the sponsors did, and that was only because they had a stack of money they were risking losing, a large amount that would make a significant difference in their wallets.
The public just wanted to see a show, and so you’d give them a show. They loved the gossip between the people they cataloged as untouchable, and that was evident with what you had told them about Finnick. If that’s what they wanted, you’d show them your secret facade that seems openly visible for them, as tasty as the sweetest honey they had never been able to come across before. One no matter the riches of the Capitol, they could never recreate that something that felt so pure, yet came from the inner depth of deception. You’d make them feel that a reincarnation of a Tribute like you will never happen again in near the history.
The blue haired chuckled at your words. You’d show them a different kind of spark, to make them feel you were the only one that could cure them from their embarrassing problems of the high society, an escape from their hard reality.
They had the nerve to complain about societal standards when the rest of the Dictricts were dirtying their backs with sweat and earth, whilst they washed themselves in the cash at the expense of your hard unpaid overwork.
Even with those staining feelings in your soul about them, you'd give them what they wanted. In the end you were still a slave of the Capitol, no matter how much you hated it. You shone under the lights of the stage, an eight-pointed golden star in replacement of your dull pupils.
If the wanted this, the show must go on then.
“You are a lovely girl” he started. “But unfortunately I wouldn't place my bet you” he lamented, caressing his eyebrows jokingly. Your heart dropped, and somehow you felt like he could see through your intentions. No, they’re not that smart to realize that. All they wanted was a big fun fest, and desired a good time, that’s why they had come here to begin with.
You gasped, learning from the best, none other than the unbeatable Scareltt. She was probably looking at you right now, Vito, Finnick and Mags beside her, expectant as to what actions you would carry out. You could sense her eyes, a look of determination, and hopeful you wouldn't miss this chance to change your game.
“Mr. Flickerman, you hurt me with those words” you placed a hand directly at your heart, theatrically trying to protect his confession from piercing your heart lika a dagger. You pouted very much staged, and of course in a joking manner.
“I’ll let you know, if you were a Tribute, I would not hesitate in rooting for you” you winked at him cheekily, a sly playful smirk coming up to your face. He only chuckled further at your words, earning you the clapping audience followed with warm laughter.
You could feel it, the way the citizens wanted to have a closer relationship with you. And to accomplish that you would need to captivate them further. Make them feel like there was a close friendship with them, make them feel important by sharing your masking secrets with them, make them believe they were present in your life.
Your lashes opened further at the realization. You just decoded how to make them like you, and you practically could hear your mind sing sang the little tunes of confidence that exhaled your body. This was a different kind of game, one the most cunning with the trickiest mind games would surely win over their hearts. And you had to be the best, so much so none of the other Tributes would beat you in this little game of yours, and you just needed to ace this. Especially when you were the creator of the rules to begin with.
“Tell us a little about yourself” Mr. Flickerman said between chuckles.
“Well, you know I’m a Doctor…” you thought further. “But do you know I’m that of a poison maniac” you admitted out loud. Everyone turned silent, and you could read the question as to what you meant by those yours. Your smile widened at the stunned look of the Host. They weren’t expecting that.
Bingo!
“Do tell us more about it” desired the important Host. “I’m sure everyone here wants to know as well” he directed his attention to his audience, earning the high tones of approval he was seeking. He tilted his face to his side, concentrating his look on your moving lips, impatient to know what you were about to reveal.
You let a dry snicker escape your mouth, one that ringed at the back of your tongue. You eyed him, with another convincing smile. “Being an medic, it’s only natural I give but the best quality medicine out there. And for that, I would poison myself to find the best remedies” you informed. You bit your lip down expectant as to what the reaction of the public would be.
“Wow. What an unexpected turn of events” he finally roared, his voice echoing in every corner of the set. The audience though, stayed quiet, and you could feel them staring in awe at what you had let out.
“Yup. From strange looking fruits, to snake bites. I have tried them all. An of course, that means I’m tolerant to most poisons” you turned to the audience, giving them a cheeky look. You just thought of the best response for this.
“I believe there's a saying that goes by ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’. Next time don’t underestimate me, I have a few cards up my sleeve, Mr.” you giggled through the microphone. Mr. Flickerman simply smiled in amusement. The audience ruptured in an applause, with some people whistling which cut though the noise, at the revelation that you had kept hidden. You only chuckled more in flattery of their recognition of your talent. Your eyes readied on the blue haired, him giving you that of a laughing smile. Maybe it was a bit adventurous of you, but you winked at him jovially, earning him another round of chuckles.
When the noisy ambience died down, the blue haired Host turned serious again. And of course returned his unbearable pause. He knew what he was doing, creating intrigue among everyone that saw his show tonight, making everyone more focused with what he wanted to say. He opened his mouth to finally speak.
“We would love to keep talking to you,” he informed regretful at the sounds of disappointed guests among the public. “but I’m afraid time’s up”
“Aww, Mr Flickerman, you’re totally breaking my heart” you pouted in with a pitiful voice, all part of a playing joke.
“Don’t try to gulttrip me like that” he added, along with the laughs of the public.
You stood up, but before you left, there was something you needed to do to make sure you were the spotlight of the likeability between the Capitol.
“Love you all, and thank you for tonight” your hand placed on your lips, only to swiftly fly off to your captivating audience, blowing out loving kisses to them. And with that, you left the stage. And that you blissful mask was thrown away into the trash once you heard the roaring cheers for the next person behind you.
You never realized just how empty this kind of lively show would give you once the lights turned their focus on someone else. Your heart had turned like an empty void, and you came across something you hadn’t thought about during the show. The joy and elation you were showing was was never there to begin with, and it honestly left you exhausted having to overwork you body to achieve to emotions you wanted to convey.
“Love you all” the words you spoke earlier bouncing around your mind like a broken record, like it was trying to tell you something that you coudn’t quite grasp the concept of. Loving someone, you didn’t know what that even meant. Although you had never been loved by anyone, nor you have loved anyone before; unless motherly kind of love you supposed. But even with Edna, you weren’t quite sure if that was the case. And for the next five minutes you wondered around with that topic of interest, “What’s it like to love someone?” you muttered as you walked down the hallway to meet the rest of your team, already noticing they’re exciting movement towards you.
That question though, would quickly fade into the abyss of amnesia inside your mind, throwing away pieces of information that your brain deemed unnecessary worth remembering. Scarlett practically ran to you to give to the biggest, most suffocating hug you’ve the pleasure to experience, and for a moment you thought she was about to kill you right then and there from the sheer force, before the Hunger Games even commenced. She had really toned muscles, you thought.
You found yourself again at the balcony. It had been your comforting place in a way. When everything felt too real and suffocating, you simply came out to feel the seasonal wind against your face. No matter how high quality aircons are in the Capitol, nothing could beat the fresh air of the still night. Even the incoming noises of the busy city, coudn’t reach the high tower you were standing on. So high up you bet you could brush the texture of the soft clouds, only to find the disappointing reality, and to contrary to what you had hoped for. In return, your offering hand was covered in tiny cold droplets neatly placed on the surface of your skin from the forming rain that was happening inside the spongy clouds.
The cold humidity that exhuded a crashing reality to your silly thought. So it was evident you also felt the freezing particles of the night over your body, and with that, the winds that hide themselves during daytime, travelled further away into their destination under the beautiful moon shine.
You almost expected it to be Finnick, having met him last time in the exact same place, at the very same hour. But what gave away that it was indeed not your mentor’s presence was funnily the smell, it was warm and refreshing. It reminded you of what Athena had said to you days go, the smell of the sea never seemed to leave the sea shells when they touched each other , it was daring and in a beautifully wrapped up overpowered odor.
Vito smelled similar to Finnick, but your Tribute Partner’s was more capturing. It was a nice smell that anyone would willingly drown themselves into a sea of flower petals, and no one opposed to turn themselves under his very submission.
Finnick on the other hand, reminded you of the wild dandelions that grew a top of the mountains. Back home, when you needed provisions for medicine, you liked trekking up to the crown of a mountain about an hour away from your town. It was a wonderland of medicinal herbs, like God himself had planted them all for you. And without fail, you blew air out of those loving blooming dandelions, speaking away your impossible wishes and secrets. Fragile and soft to the touch, as light as the wind blew them through the air into the hidden places over the ocean, that’s how Finnick smelled like.
You looked up Vito. His brown skin glowed with the neon colors of the Capitol, but the real party was the reflection of said colors on his sclera, even more so the void of his black eyes showing that similar of an underground night club where everyone was welcomed, no matter how different they were labeled as by the unfair standards of society.
“Hey” he spoke quietly so as to not interrupt the peaceful stillness of the night. He wasn’t looking at you, and yet you still understood the serious undertone of his voice, already knowing the reasoning he wanted to talk to you. You didn’t need to be a genious to figure that one out. “Hey”
There was a moment of silence. The heaviness placed around both of your shoulders, the grief swirling your very essence into replicating those sorrowful eyes of yours. You huffed out air. It was exactly the same situation like having to see one of your family member's succumb to a lethal disease, fully knowing they weren’t going to make it, and you were left with the slow acceptance that you would never see them again. Never touch them, never feel them, like you somehow had to ignore the footprint they marked on your core memory, and having to live your days as the circle of life took away their presence, and you still too burdened by their ghostly unreal fingers walking along your skin.
It was unfair, because neither you or Vito deserved this, and you both knew this very fact. Why did you have to be punished by the crimes people you never met had atoned for? You have been even able to distract away your anger before, but now it was impossible for your unresolved gut feeling. Your throat squeezed at the feeling of that unfiltered emotion. But there was nothing you could do, because you were merely an ant in the way of a human shoe, the riched and powerful men couldn’t form an ounce of sympathy for you. And why would they? Your merely an insect living in their hunting society; you were invisible to them, so why would they care about what you had to say?
The crashing of your teeth were pressing against each other rather strong, and aggressively. A tight pain from your gums was a reflection that if you kept going, with what felt like an unlimited force, you’d end up breaking each tooth into merely tiny pieces, so small it could could fly away as powder.
A burning tear screamed its way down to you jaw, like a hurt soldier in the name of scalding revenge for taking his loved one away from him..
Vito let a breath out from the agony of the situation he got himself in. He looked at you, finding himself reflected in the same emotion of that female rage that was circling around in a rushed manner through the ducts of your veins.
“Tomorrow’s the day” he just said. And you hated the way he sounded so indifferent about it, like he gave up in that instant, like he had finally come to terms to the situation. But you hated yourself more, because you knew you should feel that way as well, you needed to accept tomorrow would be your grave. But it was one of those hard things in life you coudn’t quite grasp the concept of, it was one of those hard lessons were it only left you more confused every passing second. Because your death would be for absolutely nothing worth sacrificing yourself over for.
Another tear rolled down, this time taking the path to follow down the silhouette of your nose, only to sink down your lips like a damaged ship from a recent pirate fight, leaving you with the saltiness of the sourness you felt at the tip of your tongue.
“I’ll come back to get you. Don’t linger around the Cornucopia unless you want to die from the get go” he murmured the warning. But you were glad he still wanted to follow through the plan, a plan that only happened after the obvious acknowledgement that you were surely going to die if you didn’t have a willing participant to protect you. You were more than glad Vito was by your side.
Yet, you had another thought in mind. One very much different to the words he was speaking, and if he hadn’t felt the very same rage circling around his soul, Vito would have had trouble in trying to understanding what you were referring to.
”I hate them, Vito” you told him. “I hate them so much I could kill every single one of them”
He knew who you were referencing to, the stuck up people of the rich society of the Capitol. Even more so the sponsors whose empathy are as empty as a vacant lot, and he couldn't forgive President Snow for celebrating the Hunger Games for another year straight. To make a whole show about the death of another twenty three children and adolescents, to be nothing but a promotional cultural activity, like a national sport competition that needed to happen for the sake of Panem political affairs.
He tensed the corners of his lips into a frown. The built up tears that he promised himself he wouldn't let spill was threatening just behind his lashes to pour down his cheek. He bit his tongue unable to say anything, complicit of the confessing words that could lead you to your punishment. One that involved scissors, your tongue, no anesthesia and a lot of pain you weren’t ready to face.
Vito blamed you for making him tear up like that. He was trying to hold it, because it didn’t come from a place of sadness but rather the feeling of unfairness anger, that turned in an eternal resentment to seek out justice for the Capitol’s wrongdoings. Your words had hit straight to his chest, the cruel and cold words he welcomed in with open arms, because he had the same sentiment. Unlike you, it seemed easier to hide away that feeling into an old rusty box under a key he threw away into the ocean, so how did you open his chest to reveal his innermost gruesome desires?
The pure of your emotion was shared with him, and both of you cried through the fiery rage of the obligation you two had to complete. Both of you wished for the other to survive, while also drowning in self pity and a silent wish it was them who would come out victorious.
He clasped a hand behind your head and buried your face in his chest, letting you make an emotional mess all over his shirt. So after his invitation to ruining yourself on his clothes, you grabbed a hold of the rich textile behind his back, making sharp and hard wrinkles around were your fingers that were creating a fist, a burning sensation on your fingers from the slight rash at the stong grip.
And there the both of you stayed, venting away the crucial and clouding desires to take down this Roman Empire to build another one, based directly by your conjoined ideals. Ones you were sure the people from the future would look down upon your current systematic one, to preach your imaginary one.
A whimper escaped your lips, your cries becoming louder in that pit of uncontrollable fire. You were coming back from the wings of fantasy, and crashing down your unprotected landing to earth’s reality. A dry sob from the realization he would be separated from you so painfully soon.
“But the hardest part is leaving you” was what you wanted to say to him. He’d become your only friend, a bond built upon the same unfortunate situation, but still a friend nonetheless. You didn’t want to separate yourself from him. You didn’t want to die, you didn’t want him to die, you just wanted to be with him like this until the end of times, until Earth had become nothing but crust. For someone to find your fossilized rock, and coming across that of an emotive stone of two hugging skeletons, in each other embrace to face the chaotic disaster together.
But you didn’t want to die, you wanted to spend more time with him. You wanted the both of you to lose yourselves on the dry mountains of District 4; to swim and perhaps and eat fish he had gathered from the endless sea, and tell old pirate tell tales.
You didn’t want to die, and you didn’t want him to die. But that wish was simply unrealistic, in which fate didn’t have that wishful plan for the two of you. And fate had already spoken, and that meant you two wouldn't come out of this alive together.
“Fifteen” the countdown was halfway through. Your feet were stoned to the platform, as your veins run cold coursing through your body. You sucked in air, trying to stop the scraping thoughts of death from cutting around your soul.
“Thirteen” you gulped down hard, as a way to stop the gurgling feeling from your stomach to rise to your eyes, and start crying right there and then. The anticipated Hunger Games was close to commence, and for the first time a voice whispered in approval to something you had said earlier, you weren’t ready for this.
“Ten” by then you sucked in many more breaths, the anxiety overgrowing through your every artery, infecting your lungs into a garden of poisonous wild vegetation. Your chest heaved rapidly, trying to stabilize your tumultuous mind. Everything was hazy, and your eyes roamed every corner it could, trying to desperately find and hold onto anything that would put you into the guarding hands of safety. But this was the Hunger Games, you knew better than to blindly trust something or someone. And when it came to the Gamemakers, when you turned your back, their betrayal was exactly like a Judas kiss.
“Where’s Vito?” your voice got lost in the immense silence that surrounded you. He wasn’t next to you, and in his stead came the features of the terrified girl from District 5. Her brunette hair braided into twined low tails, giving her the absolute most innocent look on her.
Ice touched your wrists, hurting the passing blood that was blocking your veins at the sight, already grimly visualizing her end.
Your eyes started to water, “Where is he?” your chest was rising and lowering in uncontrollable rhythmic fast paces. Your eyes moved fast trying to reach the boy you could trust most in this secluded place. Your jaw trembled a chill, it seemed from the very moment you entered the tube, every shiver that run made incomprehensible shapes on your back like it was foretelling you about something, and it felt exactly like a warning by the way your hairs straightened in electric agony. It didin’t matter how much your body screamed at you to turn around, to not enter the place that was surely going to end up being the graveyard of all the participants. The alert were justified. You were going to die soon, and that what scared you into the shaking fear that echoed in your bones, cliterring against each other.
“Nine” you found him. Vito was looking back at you, the irises of his eyes like the sea before a storm, calm and peaceful, and slowly getting more disturbed by the cruel ripples drawing hungry circles on the water. They were dark, like the clouds that started to cover the sky of the ocean, and soon the electrical particles would float around in the air, welcoming the thunders and lightnings that had been anticipating to come out, to free their violence through the sea.
He gestured his head behind him, away from the Cornucopia that stayed in the centre of the circled Tributes. He was calm and collected, he was ready to face this, something your weren’t. He wanted you to run away and hide somewhere, just like he said the day before, “I’ll come back to get you”.
You followed his lead, and found yourself overlooking the structure of this place, of the Arena that the Gamemakers had expressly done for the twenty four of you.
Walls, that’s all you could see, worn out walls with wild vegetation escaping the stony cracks of it, that hinted this place had been abandoned for many years. They were as tall as twenty versions of you lined up vertically, and you supposed it was to make any possibility for a Tribute’s escape to be as the thin line of impossibility.
Your fingers curled weirdly at your side, from the tension of your joints. You huffed another air out, your eyes zigzaged around you, scanning the place whole under your heavy gaze. There were a total of six gaps on the walls that surrounded you, so much so it looked like tall hallways, it’s seductive sight whispering to you to cross over them and find out about what forbidden fruit laid at the end of the passageway. It was calling for you.
“Five” ten seconds had already passed. And with that thought, the beat of your heart was drilling in your ears. So much noise, yet everything remained quiet. The wind brushed the cold stones and caressed past your boots. With that you felt the faint finger touches of the breeze, cold and disheartening as it cried out nature’s remorse from having been involuntarily used as massacre artilletry for yet another year.
“Three” your heart beat drums were confusing your already hazy mind, feeling it heavier than what you were used to, and you detested it. You opened your eyes, leaving you with half lidded eyeballs, that were already suffering from blurred nausea. You needed to get out of your hopeless trance, that was whispering and placing bets on another, just how you would die. It was difficult ignoring those voices that screamed louder than messageman through the loud speaker, you needed to cool down your head before the countdown set to zero.
You wished you could've done that. But among the scraping noises from your inner depths, the low murmuring sound of “One” signaled you of something crucial had just started. The monotone voice annuciated the beginning of the Hunger Games. With that, a tear rolled down your stuffed face, its high speed symbolizing the heavy burden that carried the weight of its yearly resolution. The cries and screams of false whisfullness, one that not only happened inside the Arena, but it carried away with the very same distressing message to infect Panem with heartbreak.
And just like that. Bang! Everything started, the televised deaths from countless victims. Most of you were vulnerable sheep, waiting another day to pass and hope the big hungry wolves wouldn't choose you for their next meal, all stuck inside a unfair corral that gave them the advantage, and that meant you wouldn't be able to escape unharmed.
You stepped back, one foot out the pedestal. And before you could run away, another hit of nausea smashed you senses.
Everything was going too fast.
Next thing you saw was Ezra with a machete in hand, on top of a girl from District 12, blood covering whatever was left from her face. A splatter of crimson red across his dilated face, a sly small smile tensing his right corner into a sadistic smirk.
Nyla just got herself a long weapon, something similar of a spear, and was already looking at every individual that laid at her sight, including your petrified form suffering from the fogginess that numbed your brain into submission.
You shouted yourself to run, but you legs could only do that in forms of tiny steps back. You remembered the words that Finnick had told you at dinner, “it’s a bloodbath”. Sufficient to cover everydrop up to the fullest limit. All before the next victim, a fourteen year old boy from District 9’s head, almost split into two when Ava smashed an axe on him. It was like the faucet had been stuck and turned on, the bloody water overspilling to the white tiled floors, and staining everything. An innocent red that by the context behind was suddenly turned into an unforgiving shade of anguish.
You witnessed him tripping over a rooted plant, stubborn on staying strongly still, and cruelly be the deciding factor of his deadly prophecy. He tried to get up, and Ava’s much taller body caged him to the ground. With one swing move she stuck the sharp of the axe between his head, so hard when she tried to pull it out she struggled to do so, with traces of raw meat and the inner designs of his brain flying out, and making themselves present in the swirling thoughts around your memory for your further misery. It naturally splattered across her face from the sheer brutality and gruesomeness of the sin she had just committed. But its not like she cared anyway.
And with that blow, that boy was gone. His vitality thick liquid rowing down his head, and making itself noticed with lines drawing a disturbing picture in his face. The red of the blood had lost its colour, and you destested just how it had become a duller shade of crimson, like it was already in its process to rot away, starting off with the blood under the sunlight.
Ava didn’t need to keep going, but she did. She was an unstoppable force that was ready to take down anyone that she considered inferior to her that walked passed her vision, like a vicious lion with blood running down her chin.
That was it, he was gone from this planet, and away from his homeland, away from his comfort place to battle without choice even when he didn’t want to. He was to never come back to his family’s reassuring embrace. He was gone. Forever gone and to never come back again.
Another two steps back. His lifeless head turned unhumanly to you, his eyes were red as if he had cried many hours before coming to his deathbed. The drops of blood drawing lines from the ears down his cheek and nose. His eyes abnormally placed on yours, void of any terror and pain, just nothing. No happiness not sadness, no anger and not an ounce of fright. Nothing was there, just an empty shell, void of any shining pearl. Just nothing. He was gone.
His limp body was turned to you when you finally woke up from your trance, hyperventilating from the confusing and rapid forms and shapes that curled up and fused with each other, to be mixed and shaken up into colourful fragments that screamed threatening lines into your ears. Nothing made sense.
You trembled your jaw, and another tear followed down to your dry mouth. You opened your mouth, almost instinctively to scream away the distress you had built up over the days. Edna always told you there was no use in keeping yourself troubled by your emotions, and if you needed to release them, to scream away so much you could feel your soul screaming along with your body, let it vibrate in waves through your skin to alleviate it as well. Except this was not the timing to be doing that.
Your hand smacked to your mouth, blocking any sound that would give away your terrified presence. Another swarm of tears threatened to run down your face, this time in pouring rain. You gulped down, and with that you managed to drown back your scream.
Then you came across the picture of another girl. A beautiful redhead. Unreal with lightbrown eyes and pointy features. A beautiful red goddess, ruler of all the invading flames, tamer all any fire dragon she quickly claimed. She was like a blooming poppy when you had seen her in training, even more so in the breathtaking dress she had worn in the interview. A slender and shy girl, that what she portrayed herself as, as an innocent and vulnerable flower.
So why was she looking at you like that?
She was coming closer, a weird deranged expression across her lit charcoal features. She looked beautiful then, because now her animalistic eyes had turned yellow and her irises red in the purest form of insaned rage.
She was coming to you, a long knife in her hand pointed downwards, giving you the full view and the future glimpse of your deadly fate that was going to occur in the next minute or two, giving you an advantage of two seconds to understand the situation you were in. Your survival incticts quicked in, and you were glad your breathing corpse was as terrified as your mind at the oidea of the shapr item in you, in her hand to tear away the protective layers and pierce through your loved organs, circling around into a muchy smelly mess, or on the other hand, the greatest meal for those big and hungry vultures had encountered.
She twitched, and that was enough indication for you to run away, to hopefully be able to see the next twelve hours play out, still alive and well, no matter how lucky or ambitious that may be.
She screamed, more like she roared in pleasured challenge. Everything she ppotrayed herself as; from her shyness, her kindred soul, her peaceful nature, she had none of those adoring qualities anymore. On the contrary, she embraced a new side of her that eat away all the remaining good left of her. It was like she forgot the sympathetic teachings that grown ups had instilled in her. She wasn’t human anymore.
You were running for your life. Being someone with great knowledge about corpses taught just how fragile it was to begin with, more prominent injured become somewhat life altering. From broken tendons that hurt after long working hours, to crystal fragments stuck ti your knee could also be form geometrical pain from the scarring after being sat for a few hours.
And you were sure as Hell you didn’t want to find out, even in the small chance you lived long enough to find out.
You looked behind, wanting to see just how far she was. And to your regret the wild girl was just tailing behind you, a hand pushin forward against the air resistance to grab your forearm. You ducked away and turned to your right abruptly, hoping that would be enough for her to lose sight of you. A destructive shriek was all you heard, you were only frustrating her further, and a loud battling yell came out as a ball of fire that burned away her delicate features
You recognized her to be Linette from Dsitrict 8. You were surprised to say the least, you always had thought of that District to be more tame and peaceful, being in civilised cities and not knowing much about the outside world. They were in many instances at a great disadvantage because of this very fact. They dealed with the beloved Capitol’s textiles, and you cursed at yourself from letting that stereotypical thought question her eagerness and ability to come crashing down on you to kill you.
This girl had gone completely rouge, like another one of the traps that the Gammakers had created to kill you all. She didn’t feel human anymore, but rather another one of the puppets for the Hunger Games its exclusive usage to create as much chaos as it could through the Arena, and you wouldn't wait to find out the lengths she was willing to go as her first victim.
There was yet another sound, and even though your were hyperventilating, it oddly sounded like something good had happened, like you weren’t being chased anymore. You noticed your only pair of legs running, and that stalking demon presence gone you stopped. The air came in an out in ragged and heavy breathes, your stomach churned in pain, and you wanted to puke then. You gulped down that disgusting taste away in hoipes it wound’t later come up.
You looked back and scanned where the threat laid ahead of you, only to find yourhopes to become reality, even if they had made you guilty to have think that way about someone. Tears were swelling your eyes red, the pure of the salt irritating and hurting your scelera like your first attempt at diving underwater and trying to enoucter all sorts of beautiful sea creatures, but instead now, it was due to having a racing mtch with a monster that seeked blood and death.
A sob escaped your lips. Your eyes looked back at the returned concentrated stare of the black eyes you longed to see. His irises that were just below a a black tone, and more so a o dark greyish shade looked over your body in making sure you were in one piece, away from danger and hurt.
You were finally near the person you whole heartedly yearned among the chaotic violence. It dawned on you of the smart move you had done on the tran ride to the Capitol, he could protect you. He’d protect you, so you could later look after him.It ist wasn’t for that, you would most likely be dead in this very instant.
You slumped your shoulders down. And you cried, you cried out so much you felt everything else disappear. You breathed in sharp breaths earning the infamous hissing sounds coming from your throat. You moaned as well, because you were scared of everything at this point, and Vito was your only salvation at this moment.
You just wanted to be back in District 4 and be in Edna’s arms. To squeeze yourself in her body no matter how she retorted back many comments, coming at you in defense for her own personal space, that you were stubbornly invading, not caring that she didn’t want you so close to her.
But you coudn’t that, noy one or the other. This started to feel like a personal vendetta against you.
You should’ve have noticed it then, the way his irises clouded reason. He was away, far away from what was surrounding him; the corpse of the girl he was holding, the screams of pained anguish not so far away from the two of you, the cold stale air brushing his skin. He was simply out and switched off. That should have been a warning, because even though you hadn’t spent that much time together, Vito wasn’t the Vito you had grown accustomed to.
His expression was blank, a single drop of blood coming down his cheek, and yet he didn’t seem to care at all. His hand was queezing the girl’s arm, so much the beginning of the purple of a choking bruise was appearing in her forearm. The red head, though, didn’t try to wriggle her way out of him, instead her fingers wrapped themselves on her throat. Vito had given her life threatening injures, and you knew she was breaths away from death. Linnette gurgled as she looked you, the striking eyes of shock directed at you. She, as well as you and Vito knew she was going to die, and that only turned her bloody mess in a tortural refusal she was going to die so soon after the horn rang.
It seemed she wanted to say something, and you and Vito let the silence preserve for her, but she coudn’t say anything. Her last breath was taken away from her, and now she could only fall to the ground in that. She sat on a fetal position, blood scurring off her fingers that still lay squeezing her throat, trying to somehow stop the bleeding of her punctured vocal chords.
Every word she wanted to say would never be heard, being choked down by the meaty blood. She remained there, her body trembling and you hoped her light twitches weren’t from body spasms in trying to wake her from her slumber.
Another choke. Her veiny red eyes founds yours. Linnette opened her mouth to say the words she so desperately wanted to say. Her teeth were covered in brown red, and as she choke again she spit the red liquid that was accumulating in her mouth, overspilling in to the earthy ground. And along with her cut throat, the large quantity of lost blood made a river down the path you had just taken, going back to the Cornucopia to announce her death to the rest of the Careers.
The iron taste in her mouth was overpowering her senses, and soon, that was all she could think off. Her veins were cold as if someone or something had sucked her dry, and she for the first time appreciated the warmth that blood had provided her in the freezing winter season.
She breathed for air. Tiny gasps but still despairing nonetheless. Of course, the red haird had grown tired, and she lamented that all the air she sucked was to be escaped by the gap that Vito had done to her. There was no use in fighting anymore, she had lost. Tears formed in her eyes only to never be shown to the world. They simply got stuck in her lashes as she felt herself dream to another realm.
But you managed to understand one word she said in all the gurgling and choking mess. Her pink lips were pigmented with that of crimson, and as she spat another line of sticky and thick blood, she revealed the thought she had before she had gone completely limp. “Theo” she said in her final hiss.
Sprawled over the grassy ground and accommodated by a bed of her own blood. Her eyes were wide awake looking away from the two of you, wanting her final moments to be from her own introspective, thinking back to her homeland and family. And as the cold she had never felt filled her to her senses, she wanted her last thought to be of Theodore, her boyfriend from back home.
She had hoped you could relay her final words to him, which only filled her death with so much more unforgiving tragedy. Linette hated herself for not being able to say how much she loved him, she wanted to let him know she would never forget him. Even when they would be separated, she would remember him under the sunlight, while she could only fantasize about him from the moon afar.
Her trembling fingers were the last body partsc for her to completely cease from reality, and she hoped you and Vito could hear her unheard unspoken words. “I’m sorry” and she regretted that plead for forgiveness was turned into her final gurgle.
Linnette was sorry for her survival outrage. She wished for you to understand her reasoning behind why she did it to begin with. It was like a theatrical loving tragedy, making the main character of the novel kill in order to be back for the confort of her partner.
But something you didn’t know was that this story was just like that, a love story filled with the elements of melancholy and despair, all in the name to be close to your partners loving heart.
Before she left for the Capitol and into the death game, Theodore had come to her to lament with her. Theo proposed an idea, something that was on the back of him mind for a while, and he needed to expulse that though to her. He pleaded her to come back to him, that he was nothing but a heavy rock without her. He said “Come back, and let’s get married” that’s all he said, and that was sufficient for Linette to risk everything for him, and for a future life withing the warm embrace of each other.
She apologized to you, but if you looked close enough in the rampage of her mind, behind her heavy circumstances laid the final words for not being able to keep her promise to a loved one. She was sorry becasyue she coudn’t do the task that was placed on her, to come back alive in the security of his sweet kiss. She already missed him, and Theodore could only take on the idea of dying to be near his Darling. He was more than convinced to got through Death’s realm to find her, and come back with her and fullfill their lives together away from anyone, just the two of them.
Vito looked at you, somber caressed his expression by having to see her death, but it was especially haunting the knowledge he was the perpertrator of her murder. His finger dropped the stained weapon, that was swam droplets into the dry leaves of the trees towering you two.
His ragged breathings hinted you he was close behind when the chase occurred, a hunter hunting down a carnivore animal that was close behind your form, as it decided your were the her next meal. You hated thinking that, but you had to accept it. In this secluded place where no one would come to help you, you were at the very bottom of the food chain.
The dilation of his pupils spiraling around at the sudden adrenaline charge that sparked every sense in one singular thought, you. He was worried, and that fear was another loud and harder step to protect you, and with that primal surge of energy he completely ignored the voices of his principles and came running behind until he reached to get Linette.
And he had reached you on time.
You looked back at him, calling out his name in a weak and broken down tone, as a fragile as a ceramic vase being hit to the harsh cold floor. His face said something you coudn’t read, he was completely paralyzed and stoic. His eyes were faded into the high of the clouds. The storm you saw before, merely minutes ago was completely gone now, only left with the smoky clouds after the rain, calm but with a clear hint that a devastating disaster had just occurred.
“Vito?” Another cry left your lips. He looked as dead as the girl by his feet. Cold, unmoving, and hollow behind his eyes. But he was fine, he had to be. Vito was standing in front of you, you were seeing his breaths quickening through the movement of his chest. He was alive and well, only he felt dead inside as all the dead corpses lying around the Cornucopia when he had left it behind.
His irises were nothing you had seen before, none of his lively playfulness, nor the broken pieces of crystals that were crying out in pain. He was away from reality, and definitely far away from the life he learned with his family, a journey with not return ticket from his usual life.
It like his soul had left him.
His hands trembled by his side, the blade just beside his feet not only was stained with Linnette’s blood, but also his concious guilt of self disgust. The very faded eyes were stationed on yours, irises still and yet his pupil shaking like a chemical reaction was happening behind his brain. He was so eerily still it out you on edge, and a clear whisper told your to run away from him, readying your legs for another round of running.
But, why were you scared of Vito?
And yet in that emotional turmoil you wanted to answer, his gaze was still directed at you, with nothing. Your Tribute Partner was looking at a picture of his own guilt, one were an invisible pencil drew him with Linnette’s dead body beside him. But it didn’t stop there, no, the pencil was growing bold and recreated the many more murdered corpses it was predicting Vito would commit.
The blurred drawing of red lines, like that of a a spiderweb of blood decorated in the insides of his brain, showing his admission of a guilty killer. There was no coming back now, he stepped away from the stable line of human morality, and into the the abyss of murderous insanity. He was a murderer, and no matter your denying words he knew you would say to reassure him, it could not erase that simple, yet cutting fact.
“Vito?” you called out to him again, a tint of shakiness painted the wall of your throat, making the cried tone of yours break his heart even more. You huffed air expectantly, he was finally looking at you, the real you and not what his imagination tried to trick him with. He turned his fingers into a fist, obligating himself to feel the prickling pain from the stabbing fingernail on his palm, in a way he was trying to indulge himself in some sort of self punishment, especially after seeing your terrified form and dilated pupils.
And as cruel as it maybe, Vito didn’t mind the signing tunes of gratitude your heart whole heartedly sang to him. Deep in his soul, he knew you weren’t happy to have Linnette killed, but rather for saving you on your assured death scene. His eyes softened after seeing yours, scanning your colourful tones from your broken eyes, at least at ease him you were still alive, even against all odds you were still here. And that’s all he needed to know to feel like he could lift the deadly weight off of him.
Vito called your name. His eyes were still void, and the charcoal irises only made him look like empty black holes, powerful enough to suck you in and grab a hold on you, not matter how much your tried to scurry away from him.
“Run” he said. The new facade of Vito was showing up on the Arena. You half expected it was going to occur sooner or later, but you didn’t want to believe that would come in the form of that stoic expression he was doing. But the words he spoke, those were the hard hitting truth of the fantasy you tried to convince yourself was just that, and unreal expectation that only lived in your optimistic fantasy. The voice that you had gotten used to, was stranger to your ears. It was the sound of a thin thread of frost, creating little drawing of asphyxiating ice by your ear drums.
He didn’t repeat himself, looking down at you with nothing but that disturbed face of his. Following your every move as you cried some more, pleading him to stay with you. But it didn’t work, he was still and convinced of the meaning behind those cold words. And after some low sobs you gathered yourself to leave your friend behind, your only friend, the one you would give your life up in order for him to come back to his family.
His voice was echoing the singular words he said, leaving traces of tears down your cheeks and dampening your whole gear from the neck down. You wanted to scream at him, for ignoring your contractual agreement the two of you promised each other to carry, yet you still obeyed him. Even when his very actions were exactly like sending you to your horrible death.
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Ever Locked
Part 6: What More Could You Want?
Part 5: Now You Know From What
pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy x Ex!Coroner’s Assistant!Reader
warnings: masterbating, cowgirl, peepingtom!Leon, stalker!Leon, talks of drugging, talks of sex
Dead Dove Do Not Eat
extra: gonna shoot for once a week updates for as long as i have 10 hour shifts, im hoping in december they stop. i really can’t stand this job you guys and i feel like my writing reflects how little time i have but don’t give up on me! im not giving up and i really want to get immersed into this world im creating for Leon and Reader!
Everything. I couldn't tear her down, tell her about the horrendous creatures I saw that god awful night. She didn't realize how much danger she was in, those- those people- they didn't help any. Mary, Marie, Marina- whatever her name was, she was one of those people, watching as they ate. My pretty girl rolling her eyes as the blue haired girl spoke, pointing her fork at my sweet bunny. Sweet, saccharine bunny. She was so far but so close, it's like her scent intertwined with mine, keeping her just in my mind enough for my peace to stay fleeting.
The device sits on the desk, the dark hotel room, once again, a comfort for a passing moment. Ice tapping on the glass, a sound to break the stoic silence as the glass rolls on the edge of the glass, fingers directing the liquor to tip from side to side. Screen flashing as texts spiral in. 'Leon, you're a literal asshole. Rebecca's worried and least you could do was tell us why you're in Seattle fucking Washington. Can you not get a good feel of Washington in D.C.?.', a scoff came from the back of my throat, of course. He always thought i needed to be baby sat, needed someone watching my every move like a rat in a cage. D.S.O could survive a few days while i got my plan in place. The rim of the glass pressed to the scruffy part of my bottom lip, cold and smooth before i lift it higher, downing the liquid, feeling it burn the back of my throat as a moan left my lips.
Slipping my fingers under the device, flipping it open to show the keypad. Fingers typing quickly as the buzz filled my mind. Can't lose the confidence i had quickly built, by the time my fingers had finished the message, the feeling of untouchable power slipped away, before hitting the button to send it to the woman who threw my mind in a pandora's box of thoughts. The bubble stays for seconds, then minutes. Surely, she's seen it. She hadn't been too dismissive of my return. Answering my call and talking to me, almost edging me into a state of euphoria to know that maybe, just maybe, i'd dug myself into her brain enough to keep her baited.
Thoughts of hopping on my bike and barreling to the little home, pushing my way into the door way to find her... all prettied up for that damned boyfriend she had. My head lulled into the crook of my arm, the warmth of my own skin causing a flush to come across my cheeks, heating up the skin, flushing it, bending my back into an uncomfortable arch. Wondered what she felt like, if she was still embarrassed when she stopped nude, if she'd grown confidence and thought she was as beautiful as she always had been. I just wanted a taste, a lick of her delicate flesh, watching the skin as it dimpled under my fingers, causing her eyes to roll back and her words to become less than whispers. Her needy little moans cut off prematurely as i felt for more, pressing into the skin more as she whined.
With those questions came more, did she like the way he was with her? Was he soft and sweet on her, caressing her delicate skin with his tongue and grateful for every second he had the chance to touch her? He wouldn't have it long, not much longer and Od finally have the moment of weakness and snatch her away. Maybe drug her, maybe let her fight back. A pulling at the corner of my lips curled into a smirk, thinking of her holding up a knife and trying to stab at me, unlike the night she froze, staring from the corner of her doe eyes, watching a big bad wolf show its fangs so deathly close to the fragile bunny. To kiss death and fate so tenderly before succumbing to its hand- or in this case, a mug. The sound of her head cracking against the glass then floor rant through my mind. I couldn't help it, she was so... idiotic and pretty. A simple minded creature needing guidance in a world full of snakes and predators, looking for easy, pretty, temping prey.
My eyes flicker to the phone once more, expecting anything, something from the prey. Nothing, not a damn thing. No 'don't message me ever again's or 'im going to call the police, Leon's. Nothing. That, that made me feel a nasty pit in my stomach, the thoughts of driving over to their home and seeing for myself what had her so airheaded she couldn't reply to a message. Maybe even see how Ryland- Ryan- touched her, was he too delicate? Did he know that she does like it rough, at least a little? Was he too rough, leaving her nervous and frightened? The thought kind of turned him on, imagining how leaving him did nothing but potentially put you in another psycho's arms.
The thoughts became actions as the keys jingled from the grip i had on them, maybe i was still a bit more protective than i needed to be. This was for her safety, damnit. Nothing beat trying to keep those predators from her, than a predator himself. Every red light felt like it was hours long, leg bouncing, waiting for the light to change into that 'go' green. Eyes watching streetlights become blurs as the distance closes from between her and I. I can almost feel her, almost taste that sweet taste that only she can produce for my senses to take in.
My heart ramps up as i get to the small drive way, turning off the lights to my bike, parking up at the tip of the path. Couldn't let her get a peek, she knew too much. I liked to rush things, like letting her see me and talking to her, setting up what i wanted to be a comfort, letting her know i'm not angry at her for leaving me, she didn't have to stay with this guy anymore, now. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, as i feel the ground shift, legs nearly buckling as the only window with lights stemming from it, catch my attention. Guiding my wavering stance to push forwards, as my fingers wrap around the frame, it hits me. Seeping into my ears a soft 'Ah, ah, ah, Ry~', muffled by the wall separating us, her voice was so dirty, something enough to send me straight to hell for the things i think of her. A temptress shied away into a human body.
"Ryan~", my eyes snap up at her voice, my eyes nest pop out at the scene. "Yeah, did he make you feel this good? Bet he didn't.", Ryan's deep voice, echoing around the room as soft slaps of flesh on flesh sound out. His hands dug under her thighs as he assisted her in riding him. Keeping her pace for herself and him, watching his cock head nearly slip from her hole had my cock weeping. Her hair falling over that face, eyes closed and head back as she whined, crying silently as he abused her little cunt. How is wanted to just walk in there and force my way into those velvety walls and take what was and IS mine. Her whines were accompanied by a smack, landing on her ass as she bounced on him. "Dirty bitch- can't have me loving on you sweet and soft-", Ryan's head tilted back against the pillow, their black bed sheets all bunched up and messy. "Gotta be treated like some cheap slut.", he groaned as her hips bucked up. "Dirty bitch...", i couldn't help but repeat, seeing how her hips filled out in 7 years, watching her tits bounce and her arms tense as she struggled to keep herself upright on his cock. Her cunt- MY cunt- sucking him in with a squelching sound, her moans followed by a whimper as she lost her rhythm. "Good girl- fuck-!", his hands dig into the plump of her hip, "gonna snap my cock in half, pretty.", the huff of air falling from my nostrils fogged the glass as i hadn't realized i'd moved so close, watching as my girl, my bunny, came apart on another man's cock. It made me fucking sick.
My fingers came up, flipping the phone until it opened, scrolling to get to my camera before snapping a picture of Ryan, who now has moved to bend her over the bed, snapping his hips quickly into her. The picture was shitty quality, but it DEFINITELY got the point across as I hit the send button, patience is a virtue i never really had. Eager impatience, sheer excitement causing me to become annoying as a rookie. The muscles in my jaw ached, from biting back a moan as i palmed myself over my jeans, also aching from how tense i'd been while watching. The stiffness of my cock had be aching for some type of pleasure, pulling my jeans to my knees as i whip it out. Looking at it in the moon light, it was so flushed pink, begging to find a home in that pussy, eyes lingering on his hips as they lost themselves into a bliss, his bunny's face pressed into the mattress, just an opening from her eyes and he'd run. He felt his palm heating up as he pumped his aching cock, watching her lips part into a wince/moan. He felt his cock twitch, spilling white sticky ropes over a plant by the window. "Shit-", i hissed, realizing this is definitely evidence i was here, but it was meant to rain more tonight, he'd be fine. He always was.
Now she didn't care to look or open her eyes while her love was blowing back shot after back shot into her right pussy. Ryan's hand ran her back, easing her up into his chest. "Good girl, my good slut.", his hands brushed down her hair, comforting her after such a rough scene. I wanted to scream, that should be me, holding her in my arms, coaxing her into relaxation. I have a house, much bigger than this that she can have entirely to herself, one I built for her. She'd be so grateful if she'd just talk to me. Just let me "repair" the damage I'd caused. I wouldn't totally rush her, but imaging a world where she was swole, child on her hip and cheeks rosy from leaning over some food she'd been preparing, her eyes wide as I walk home and get to place a huge kiss on her lips, tasting the food on her lips, as she cooked his favorite meal.
My hand slowly pumped out the rest, watching as she reached up for her phone. Ryan holding into her as she grabbed it and yelped, she must've see the photo. The phone in his pockets dinging as he used his non cum covered hand struggling as to not drop the phone but as soon as he opens the device. Bunny's name, her contact completely, the same from 7 years ago as it flashed on the screen, he ducked, quickly, laying in a thorn bush. Damn Chris, always blowing up my fucking phone for some sort of reaching out to get me to come back or explain myself… how do i explain what i’m doing? "Fuck~", I whined, looking up as I saw my bunny close to the window looking off into the distance, looking for me as she buttoned up what looked like one of Ryan's shirts. It hurt... but what more could i want? what more could you want, bunny?
#leon kennedy x reader#leon scott kennedy x reader#yandere leon#yandere leon kennedy#resident evil 2#puppy leon#puppy!leon kennedy#resident evil x you#resident evil 4#resident evil#re2 leon#leon s kennedy smut#leon x reader#leon kennedy fanfic#dark!leon kennedy x fem!reader#stalker!leon#dark leon kennedy#dead dove do not eat#yandere re2 leon#yandere vendetta leon#yandere re6 leon#yandere!leon kennedy x reader#resident evil vendetta#resident evil x reader#leon resident evil#resident evil leon#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy ff#leon kennedy x you#leon scott kennedy
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my (personal) favorite albums of 2023!!!
1. Jeff Rosenstock - HELLMODE
2. Sufjan Stevens - Javelin
3. Liturgy - 93696
4. Anohni - My Back Was a Bridge For You To Cross
5. Geese - 3D Country
6. Snõõper - Super Snõõper
7. Billy Woods & Kenny Segal - Maps
8. Lonnie Holley - Oh Me Oh My
9. Sprain - The Lamb as Effigy
10. Sampha - Lahai
11. Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter - SAVED!
12. JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - SCARING THE HOES
13. Squid - O Monolith
14. Wednesday - Rat Saw God
15. Mitski - The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We
16. Kara Jackson - Why Does The Earth Give Us People To Love?
17. Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You
18. Genesis Owusu - STRUGGLER
19. Indigo De Souza - All of This Will End
20. Underscores - Wallsocket
21. 100 gecs - 10,000 gecs
22. Paramore - This Is Why
23. King Krule - sPacE hEavy
24. Joanna Sternberg - I've Got Me
25. grouptherapy. - i was mature for my age, but i was still a child
26. Parannoul - After the Magic
27. Spiritual Cramp - Spiritual Cramp
28. The Armed - Perfect Saviors
29. Screaming Females - Desire Pathway
30. Jeromes Dream - The Gray In Between
31. Alice Longyu Gao - Let's Hope Heteros Fail, Learn and Retire
32. Zach Bryan - Zach Bryan
33. amaarae - Fountain Baby
34. feeble little horse - Girl With Fish
35. Olivia Rodrigo - GUTS
36. Foo Fighters - But Here We Are
37. squirrel flower - Tomorrow's Fire
38. Frost Children - Hearth Room
39. Hotline TNT - Cartwheel
40. Snow Strippers - April Mixtape 3
#my aoty#aoty 2023#my personal aoty#jeff rosenstock aoty#sufjan stevens#geese#anohni#liturgy#paramore#mitski#100 gecs#king krule#feeble little horse#sampha#underscores#indigo de souza#genesis owusu#caroline polachek#parannoul#alice longyu gao#jeromes dream#screaming females#frost children#hotline tnt#amaarae#the armed#spiritual cramp#grouptherapy.#joanna sterberg#snow strippers
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ALBUMS OF THE YEAR, 2023
Best Songs of 2023 can be found here.
Honorable Mentions (alphabetical): Black Rainbows, Corinne Bailey Rae // Heaven is a Junkyard, Youth Lagoon // Love in Exile, Arooj Aftab, Vijay Iyer, Shahzad Ismaily // New Blue Sun, André 3000 // Radical Romantics, Fever Ray // Rat Saw God, Wednesday // SAVED!!!, Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter // Scaring the Hoes, JPEGMAFIA and Danny Brown // This Stupid World, Yo La Tengo // trip9love…???, Tirzah // With a Hammer, Yaeji // WOW, Kate NV
20. *1, RẮN CẠP ĐUÔI
19. GIRL WITH FISH, FEEBLE LITTLE HORSE
18. THE LAND IS INHOSPITABLE AND SO ARE WE, MITSKI
17. ATLAS, LAUREL HALO
16. BURNING DESIRE, MIKE
15. CENSUS DESIGNATED, JANE REMOVER
14. WHY DOES THE EARTH GIVE US PEOPLE TO LOVE?, KARA JACKSON
13. DESIRE, I WANT TO TURN INTO YOU, CAROLINE POLACHEK
12. OH ME OH MY, LONNIE HOLLEY
11. DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE’S A TUNNEL UNDER OCEAN BLVD, LANA DEL REY
10. SUNTUB, ML BUCH
9. PICTURE OF BUNNY RABBIT, ARTHUR RUSSELL
8. SPACE HEAVY, KING KRULE
7. RAVEN, KELELA
6. PRAISE A LORD WHO CHEWS BUT WHICH DOES NOT CONSUME; (OR SIMPLY, HOT BETWEEN WORLDS), YVES TUMOR
5. MY BACK WAS A BRIDGE FOR YOU TO CROSS, ANOHNI AND THE JOHNSONS
4. MAPS, BILLY WOODS & KENNY SEGAL
3. JAVELIN, SUFJAN STEVENS
2. FOUNTAIN BABY, AMAARAE
1. SOFTSCARS, YEULE
#2023 music#yeule#amaarae#sufjan stevens#billy woods#Kenny Segal#anohni#Yves tumor#Kelela#king krule#Arthur Russell#ML Buch#Lana del Rey#Lonnie Holley#Caroline Polachek#Kara Jackson#Jane Remover#MIKE#Laurel Halo#Mitski#Feeble Little Horse#Ran Cap Duoi
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a/n: wow I’m alr doing a series 😭 this is probably gonna be like 3 parts long so hope yall are excited for that :] I also pinkey swear to post the Han fic next I’m just a tad bit lazy. I will have it out in like 3 days tho TRUST 🙏🏼
[I] [II]
paring: Lee Know x afab Reader (both hs students)
warnings: reader gets followed home
w/c: 1.4k
0.2- paper ball
Another paper ball was thrown at the back of your head as you tried to write your notes. You already knew who it was. It was that stupid rat Lee Minho. God you hated him so much. He just always knew how to piss you off and what makes it worse is that he was best friends with your brother so he was always over at your house. Even in your own home you never got to escape him. He and your brother always played pranks on you even when you were just minding your own business.
You turned around from your seat that was directly infront of him and you threw your pencil at his head [mainly aiming for his eyes]. He flinches and throws another paper ball harder directly at your face. You were officially fed up and threw your charger head at him. Hearing all the commotion, the teacher turned to look at you two and cleared her throat.
“Are you two fighting again?” The teacher asked in a slightly defeated and annoyed tone.
“Well he started it!”
“Only because she wouldn’t move her big head!”
You turned around glaring at him and throwing a paper ball that he had thrown at you in his face. The teacher being fed up with you two decided to give you both 6 hours detention.
That was basically the end of the world to you. Not only did you have to deal with him during the school day and at your HOUSE but also three hours after the school for TWO DAYS. Your parents were absolutely going to go ballistic. Detention was already bad enough for them but alone with a boy? Oh they were not going to let you live it through.
Sure they did infact love Minho they just didn’t fully know him. Everytime he came over he always acted kind and respectful to them, but you always complained about him being an ass so they were just kind of in the middle with him. Even then they still loved him like a second son. Feeding him, taking him on family vacations, even INTRODUCING him to some of your female cousins to set them up. You never understood why everyone liked him so much.
You almost got excited when the last bell of the day rang when the teacher that gave you detention came to collect you from the class. You picked up all your things and told her that you’d be at her classroom shortly. You slowly walked to your locker hoping that time would go by faster if you just slowed down. Instead you were jumpscared by the face of Lee Minho.
“What do you want punk” you you death glared him as you started decoding your lock.
“The teacher told me to come get you because you were taking too long” he lazily spoke at you.
“Well I didn’t need you collect me”
“Trust me, I didn’t want to either”
“Ugh whatever, I got all of my stuff. Let’s just go” you annoyedly spoke trying to just get this over with.
Ugh he drives me crazy
She’s driving me crazy
You both got to the classroom and the teacher started to speak.
“If you are here today that means that you have acted inappropriately, disobedient, or rudely throughout the week. During this time you will not be permitted to be on your phone or laptop or sleep. You will only be permitted to do academic work. We hope you become better by the end of your detention” she read off a paper in a monotone voice.
You looked over at Minho next to you and saw him mocking the way the teacher spoke. You couldn’t help but giggle under your breath. Look at that smile. He looks at you and smiles lightly. Then you both came to your senses and quickly looked away. After 30 minutes your stomach was already rumbling. You went up to your teacher to ask to go the vending machine for a light snack but she just told you weren’t allowed to leave the classroom during detention. You sighed in defeat and went back to your seat.
Another 30 minutes went by and your hunger was getting worse and you needed eat something. Minho noticed and just ignored you. You went back up to the teachers desk and begged her to at least get something to eat and she reluctantly agreed. As soon as the teacher left the room Minho took out his phone and immediately started playing on his phone.
You too took out your laptop and started to work on one of your essays that was due soon. Minho looked over at what you were doing and laughed at you. You’re so adorable. You just side eyed him and continued to type. “Why are you always doing school work. Don’t you ever do anything fun?” Minho teases you
“Well if you look at your grades and my grades you’d know why” you retaliated.
“Well if you look at your amount friends and my amount friends you’d know why” he spoke back.
You just scoffed at him and went back to work.
How does anyone like him
It had already been 10 minutes since the teacher left and you were thinking she had left the school. You were genuinely feeling nauseous and lightheaded and Minho started to notice. “Jeez are you ok? You look ghostly” he sounded almost, caring?
“Yeah I just didn’t have anything to eat all day so just a little lightheaded” you explained
He reached into his bag and got out a granola bar. “Here, since you’re so desperate for food” he handed it to you and went back on his phone.
You took it from his hand and started eating it. You threw out the wrapper and sat back down. By now you already had one hour left of your detention for the day and your teacher still wasn’t back. Minho had actually put his phone away and started on his work and you continued with yours. You were just ready to go home already when the teacher finally came in. Of course to no one’s surprise, she was empty handed. Her lipstick was smudged and hair slightly messy. “Sorry honey the machines didn’t work.” She was so obviously lying that she didn’t even believe her own lie.
You just told her “It’s ok” and went back to doing your work on your notebook.
Finally the bell had rung letting all the kids at detention go home and you called your brother. The phone was already 4 rings in and he was still not picking up. After your brother didn’t pick up you called your dad, no response. You finally tried your mom and she didn’t reply either. You gave up on finding a ride and decided to just walk home.
You had just made it out of the school gates when a car starts driving slowly behind you. You just ignored it and kept walking. No matter how much farther you went the car continued to follow you and you started to get scared. You looked through your contacts list and for some reason decided to call Minho. He surprisingly picked up within two rings and you started to talk quickly under your breath to him.
“Ok um hi I know this is weird but can you walk with me? Or like drive me home or something? Theres someone following me in a car right now and I just had a weird feel-“ you were cut off mid ramble by the sound of the call ending.
You just stared at your phone in shock and started to slightly tear up. You knew he was an asshole but hanging up on a person who needed help? You never thought he was so mean. As tears started falling from your eyes a raindrop fell on your head and you started to cry even harder. Your day really couldn’t get worse.
The raindrops started to fall more and you just started crying harder. As you kept walking faster the window of the car lowered and a man who looked to be in his mid-50’s started to cat call you. You were just 15 minutes into your 30 minute walk back home and you really started to feel hopeless. You continued to walk in the cold rain with the man still following you when another car pulled in front of him and stopped.
“Get in”
To be continued…
#skz#skz ff#skz scenarios#skz imagines#skz x reader#skz lee know#skz lee minho#skz stay#skz fanfic#stray kids#lee know#lee know ff#lee know fanfic
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Vampire Pt 10
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
Price sat in front of Ghost and Gaz. “I am deeply sorry.”
Ghost and Gaz exchanged glances before Gaz took a deep breath. “I don’t forgive you.”
Price paused, looking a tad startled. “What?”
“We don’t forgive you.” Ghost said coldly. He glared into Price. “You let her turn Reyes into a rat, surround us with holy water soaked rice and almost killed the werewolves. Kate is still having trouble breathing and Alex keeps coughing.”
Price nodded. “I know. And I plan to apologize to her later. And I’ve already talked with Koenig and got in touch with Horangi. I’ll be paying him handsomely for his services to fix Reyes.”
Gaz got up. “Not good enough! It would be bad enough if it was Alex. I could blame it on myself. But you invited his pack. They’ve all been struggling and to make things worse, Alex hasn’t been talking to me. He’s been too busy trying to make sure Farah and Laswell are fine. You could’ve seriously hurt them.”
Price winced. “I know, son. And I’m really sorry.”
“Can you drop the dad act for five minutes? Please?” Gaz pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated and tired.
Soap covered his mouth. Price’s face just fell. But he learned his lesson with Ghost.
“Of course, Gaz. I’m sorry. Truly. I’ll talk to Alex. I’ll make it clear to him that you had no idea.”
“What’s that going to do?? Having you defend me to him?” Gaz threw his hands up and just shook his head. “Just… drop it. I’ll take care of Alex. Just stay out of it.”
Price nodded. “I understand. I do. I promise I’ll make this up to you.”
Gaz shook his head. “You clearly don’t understand at all. I can’t…. God.”
Both vampires hissed.
“Sorry Ghost.”
“Yeah, no worries.” Ghost mumbled, though it clearly still hurt.
Price took a deep breath. “I really am sorry. And Ghost, I’m sorry for disrespecting you.”
Ghost sighed. “No. Not this time. You can’t just… look at me with puppy eyes and expect everything to be forgiven. You’ve been doing this for centuries.”
Price winced. “Simon, I really am so sorry.”
“Fix Reyes. Don’t call me Simon. And stay somewhere else for now.”
Price nodded. “Of course. And after that, we’ll talk?”
“Yeah. We’ll talk.” Ghost got up and left the room.
“Gaz. Please.”
“No. Just… no.” Gaz left him as well.
Interviewer: …
Price: Ever since the wedding, my… thoughts have been more organized. I think more clearly.
Interviewer: I saw. You think that has to do with the hit to your head?”
Price: It’s… possible. I am old. Sometimes we get squirrely in old age. Maybe it knocked something back in to place.
Interviewer: I understand.
Price: I just want my boys to forgive me again.
Koenig arrived in the middle of the night. He wore a hood over his head that covered his entire face. Giant blue eyes blinked at Soap.
“Please, come in.” His voice wavered slightly as Koenig stepped in. Tall. So tall.
His companion was also tall, but not nearly as so. He had a mask and his eyes were like an actual cats.
Horangi paused and looked at Soap, eyes narrowing. “You are?”
“Soap. Ghost’s familiar.”
“So where is… the rat?”
Soap nodded. Straight to the point. He could appreciate that. “He’s in the other room with Chuy.”
Koenig hummed. “Leibling, do you want me with you?”
Horangi simply nodded and walked to the suggested room. He entered the room and saw the giant glass tank with Reyes. He glanced at him, humming. “This transformation was… messy. Not very well done.”
Chuy started to wring his hands. “So? Can you turn him back or not?”
Horangi nodded. “I’ll need things. It’ll take time. But yeah, I can make him human again.”
Chuy sighed. “Thank god. How soon?”
“Based on how badly it was done, I’ll need until tomorrow night to gather things. I’ll do it while you all sleep. Koenig, I’ll need you a little more afterwards, gongjunim.”
Soap watched them. It was different than Price and his fiance. This was… better. Koenig grabbed Horangi’s hands and pulled them under his hood, clearly kissing them. It was sweet.
Soap found himself leaving and finding Ghost who had decided he needed some time to think. He sat next to him, holding a cup of coffee.
Ghost stared into the stars and he looked rather tired. “Johnny.”
Soap looked over.
“When I turn you, what do you plan to do?”
Soap paused and thought about it. “I usually think about what I’ll be like years down the line…” And most of the thoughts centered still being with Ghost. Just… a different relationship.
“Think about it. What would you do? First night, you’re turned. You can go anywhere. Do anything.”
“I’d probably fly a bunch.”
Ghost smiled. “As a bat or a person.”
“Person. I’m worried i won’t be able to turn back.”
Ghost laughed. “I’d walk you through it. I’d… be a good sire.”
Soap hesitated. “Price tends to see you as his son and, I know you’re mad at him right now, but you see him a bit as a dad. Would we have the same relationship?” That would be weird.
“No.” Ghost answered rather quickly. “You’re not my kid. Sire and… batling relationships haven’t been like that for a while. Fell out of fashion 5 centuries ago. Became more romantic.”
Soap leaned in slightly. “Would we be romantic?”
Ghost looked at Soap’s lips. “Would you want that?”
Soap leaned forward and went to kiss him. Ghost hesitated though and they both paused. Mouth centimeters apart. “Please.”
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#call of duty modern warfare ii#cod#captain john price#cod mw2#ghostsoap#soapghost#rodolfo x alejandro#rodolfo parra#rodolfo cod#alejandro x rodolfo#alejandro vargas#alejandro mw2#captain john priceghostsoap#captain price#kyle gaz garrick#The Vampire Au#soaprudy#ghostalejandro#soapalejandro#ghost x alejandro#jesus chuy ordaz#enzo reyes#cheys#cheyes
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I made a 100 sentence starter prompt list. Do it if you want!
1). "Hey, is something wrong with your arm?"
2). "Ow! Ow! You need to let me go, or else you're going to break something!"
3). "Either you let them go now, or something bad is going to happen!"
4). "Come now child, you will wear yourself out."
5). "You possess a lot of power for someone as small as yourself."
6). "I don't get it, you should have grown back to normal!"
7). "Your kind has took everything from me, why would I ever trust you?!"
8). "Why... did you save me?"
9). "You're exhausted, you need to rest."
10). "I wish others saw you as an actual person."
11). "No one will ever listen to me at this size."
12). "Here let me help, last thing we need is for that wound to get infected."
13). "You're really not scared of me being big?"
14). "Legend says: fairy wings can grant you wishes."
15). "Come on, let them be! It's not like they stole a lot of food at their size!"
16). "Listen, if you don't calm down, we're all going to be doomed!"
17). "You've been running for so long, fighting everyday to survive, I think it's finally time you rest."
18). "I can help you get back to your world if you just trust me."
19). "There has to be a way to lift this curse!"
20). "Since when could you change your size?!"
21). "Please, you're the only one who can help me!"
22). "You don't need to hide from me."
23). "If only I could protect you."
24). "This isn't right, we can never be together!"
25). "It's not every day a tiny person lands in your food."
26). "Listen, I may be good but the rest of my kind is not, if they see you... you're dead!"
27). "You could destroy an entire city... but you didn't."
28). "My mother used to tell me horrible stories about giants."
29). "Just let me go, and I'll never steal from you again!"
30). "Here, stay close to me."
31). "Geez, your skin is like ice!"
32). "I must be drunk if I'm seeing tiny people."
33). "Humans wander in this world and never get back to theirs."
34). "If only I could be your size for once!"
35). "You're treating me like a pet!"
36). "Don't you even think about putting me in that cage!"
36). "Careful, they bite!"
37). "Oh god, I almost crushed you!"
38). "You're adorable!"
39). "I'm gonna have to put you in my pocket."
40). "Please don't pick me up."
41). "Honestly, I don't blame you for being scared of me."
42). "You can't tell anyone else about me!"
43). "Just because I'm small, doesn't mean I'm fragile!"
44). "Wow, who knew cats could be so terrifying at this size!"
45). "Where are you from exactly?"
46). "There's no time to explain, get in the pocket!"
47). "You'll be safe here."
48). "I'm sorry for shoving you in my pocket."
49). "Can you move this boulder?"
50). "You're small enough to fit in there."
51). "You can stay here until the blizzard blows over."
52). "Where can we find a shelter to fit someone of my size?!"
53). "That bird would have swooped down and got me if you hadn't saved me!"
54). "You're not mad that I snuck into your house?"
55). "Oh thank God, I thought rats invaded my kitchen!"
56). "If you ever compare them to vermin again, I'll beat the shit outta you!"
57). "I'm not letting you leave."
58). "You look like you're about to pass out."
59). "I can't believe I'm stuck here at this size!"
60). "Can we meet again?"
61). "I don't care how small you think you are, you made the biggest impact on my life."
62). "I guess you're not comfortable with me eating around you."
63). "Sounds more like stealing rather than borrowing to me."
64). "You don't have to be scared of me."
65). "Hey, look at me, you're going to be okay!"
66). "Stay with me!"
67). "I can't help you if you won't tell me the full story."
68). "There's more of you, isn't there?"
69). "You didn't deserve that."
70). "Don't worry, there's no one left who will miss me."
71). "You were born like this?"
72). "You can crash here if you want."
73). "Are you crazy? You nearly fell!"
74). "You've been terrorizing this town?"
75). "Let me give you a hand."
76). "You ripped my favorite jacket!"
77). "You need to eat something."
78). "So you're the mortal who summoned me?"
79). "If you weren't a good person, I wouldn't have trusted you."
80). "Hold tight, we're getting you out of here!"
81). "I thought I could trust you!"
82). "You know I trust you, right?"
83). "You're lucky, I was there to save you!"
84). "I'm scared of heights!"
85). "Will your wing be okay?"
86). "If you do that, you'll be small forever!"
87). "Finally, you're awake."
88). "Keep me safe."
89). "I'm doing this to protect you."
90). "How can someone as small as you survive out here?"
91). "I never meant to scare you."
92). "Can you give me a hand?"
93). "I can't believe I'm living a fairytale!"
94). "I'm not going to force you to stay here."
95). "You've done enough damage!"
96). "Get me out of this jar now!"
97). "It's okay, I'm used to being called worse things by your kind."
98). "I'll carry you where ever you need to go."
99). "I'm putting my life in your hands."
100). "Do you see me as an equal?"
#writing#prompt#gt#g/t#g/t writing#g/t prompt#gianttiny#giant tiny#giant/tiny#g/t talk#g/t idea#i had to remake it because I realized I forgot 58 and 59#whoops!
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me live posting ep 10 of tmagp
MR BONZO!!!!!!
MR 6!!!!!!
BURIED!!!!!!!!
CREEPY MUSIC!!!!!
NO ONE REMEMERS WHO NAMED BONZO!!!!!!
THE MIRROR RAN A SHOW ON A CHEF!!!!!
RIMBO!!!
CLOWNS!!!!!
HE ATTACKED HIM WITH A FRYING PAN
IT WAS ALL BONZO!!!!
THE CREEPY MUSIC IS CLOWN LIKE
THERE WERE 11 BODIES
GWEN!!!! THATS GWEN!! OR WAIT IS IT LENA???? DOES SHE DO WORK TO?? NO THATS CELIA!!!! AND COLIN!!!! HE SOUNDS BETTER!!!!!!
CELIA WAS VERY UNIMPRESSED BY THE STATEMENT!!!
THREE THERAPISTS!!!! WOW DUDE. HE ISNT BETTER. AHHH CELIA AND COLIN SECRET!!! WAIT FREDDY DID SOMETHING? NO IM CRAZY! OH COLINS HERE WITHOUT LENA KNOWING!!!!
SAM AND ALICE!!!! MY TWO FAVORITE GIRL FAILS!!!!
RATS!!!!!
‘ILL KNOW IT WHEN I SEE IT’!!!
AHHHH ALICE IS HERE BECAUSE SHE LOVES SAM!!!!!
celia is there on a saturday??
is this the same day?
WHAT IS THAT!!!!!
SAM DID KNOW IT WHEN HE SAW IT!
Mulch
SAM IS NOT FINE
:(
CARVED FLOOR IN THE BIG ATRIUM
no clue how to spell that
THERES SOMETHING ELSE!
A KEY!
BONZO!!!!!!!! GWEN!!!!!!!! actually i don’t know if it’s bonzo. NIGEL!!! ITS NOT FOR HIM!!?! FOR BONZO???? CREEPY MUSIC!!!
OH MY GOD WTF
DONT STARE
GWEN GIVE IT TO HIM
BONZO!!!!!!!!
GWEN DW YOU CANT DIE THIS EARLY
YOUR WELCOME AGAIN??? HIS HOUSE????
GWEN YOU GOOD???
ALICE AND SAM!!!!!!
HE BROKE THROUGH A FUCKIN DOOR?
WHOS OFFICE???? JONS???? ARCHIE???? ARCHIE-VIST
SHE SAID IT SHE SAID IT!!!!!!!!! ARCHIVE ARCHIVE!!!!!
WORM TRACKS!!!! OTHERWORLDLY POWER!!!!!
CAREFUL!!!!
SAM ARE YOU OK?????
alice is sexy
WE STILL HAVE TIME LEFT IN THE EP
MEMORIES WITHOUT CONTEXT
WHY DID THEY NOT CHOOSE HIM
AWWWW ALICE CARES
NOT A LOT THO
IF I ACTUALLY SHIPPED THEM I WOULD BE EATING GOOD WITH THIS!!!!
WHO LEFT THEIR PHONE???
SAM???
THERES SCURRYING
AND SHIT HAPPENING
IM SCARED!!!!
DOOR!!? WHOS THERE??? JON??? FEARS??? SOMETHING ELSE????
#tmagp#the magnus protocol#gwen bouchard#gwendolyn bouchard#samama khalid#sam khalid#alice dyer#celia ripley#colin becher#mr bonzo#BETH EYRE AS ERROR?????#IVE LEARNED THAT IT WAS A TAPE RECORDER??????#NOT SAMS PHONE???????#OH MY GOD!!!!#WTF??#WAIT WAIT AHHHHHHHH THIS IS AHHHHHH#SO MUCH SHIT#I WAS LOOKING AT THE CREDITS FOR EVERYONES NAMES SINCE I CANT REMEMBER THEM ALL#SO THATS WHEN I SAW BETH EYRE#THEN WANTED TO SEE IF BETH HAD BEEN ACCOCIATED WITH TMA OR TMAGP BEFORE#THEN FOUND A REDDIT POST THAT TALKED ABOUT THE TAPE RECORDER#9/10 episode#just wish it had more gwen and preferably some gwen and alice but i’ll take what i can get#i’m use to being a bottom feeder
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Hello, if you read this thank you but my question is in singer yuu au when they clean the ramshackle dorm should they sing whistle while you work? Thank you I hope you have a nice day
Yuu Singer, 🎶💎Ramshackle💎🎶 (Happy Working Song)
Answer: Believe it or not, I already had the song in mind for such a situation. The situation is located the morning after the prologue; before Deuce arrives in the bedroom to see Ace. This song from Charmed is so funny and accurate to the situation Yuu is in; he came from another world, he discovered that his ancestor was from that world and he is in a bedroom that needs cleaning (and a lot of labor). It will also be a hug and kiss for one of my favorite movies and with a pretty decent sequel.
Yuu felt like it was quite an odyssey so far, and he had only spent one day in that strange world.
Crowley informed her that her situation was reported to the Ministry of Education and also to world leaders. Yuu felt nervous that his arrival in Twisted Wonderland would cause such a worldwide stir.
He was also made a temporary dormitory leader, until Ramshackle becomes an official dormitory (He will give the dormitory a worthy name, he can swear to it) and even a magical artifact.
Even though Yuu had no magic, he could still use the one around him. That's why Dire gave a scholarship to him and Grim separately.
The young man was excited, Grim was in heaven when he was made a student and vice-prefect of Ramshackle.
Ace and Deuce were happy for their friends; They hardly count it in the cave and that unusual situation manages to unite people.
Then everything happens as in the game; the dream and the arrival of Ace with the necklace…
Yuu woke up early, it was barely 6 in the morning.
He greeted the ghosts (whom he named as Luis, Oliver, and Matt) and went to the kitchen.
Everything was a pigsty there, not to mention the rest of the building. The only place that was somewhat clean was the living room.
Yuu sighed, what was he going to do? He alone wouldn't be able to clear it all… unless he used the 'voice of the gods'.
He didn't have his magical gift mastered from him, he only managed to use it in an emergency against the monster in the cave last night because it was a life and death situation and he chanted without thinking.
Maybe… he should practice… what happened last night shouldn't just happen in emergencies.
Yes, if he was going to live in this world until he remembered his past he had to control his gift.
Now, he just needed a song. And he only came up with one.
He opened the windows and prepared his voice...
Aaa~, aaa~, aaa-a~
Various animals and creatures heard the "call"; They hadn't called them with a song in a long time and they wanted to help whoever needed them.
Yuu was going to take a book from the shelf when she felt the bedroom shake; pigeons, squirrels, raccoons, a couple of deer, rats, bees and cockroaches came in. Yuu didn't think she would work, but now…she was in shock. "Well, my little friends… I need help with the place. Can you help~?" she asked with a nervous smile. When the animals agreed, she relaxed and continued to sing.
Come, my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song~
Merry little voices clear and strong~
Come and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in~
The pigeons brought a blue apron with gold lace, which they quickly put on. She took a broom while the animals began to shake the living room and the rest of the rooms.
Cleaning crud up in the kitchen as we sing along~
The ghosts upon hearing the music, stopped planning their joke for Grim to see what happened. They were shocked by what they saw, if they were alive they would think they are hallucinating. No doubt Yuu would restore the dormitory to greatness, its founder or the original values the building was founded on have long been forgotten, but surely Yuu and his feline friend would help the world remember what was once the eighth dormitory from NRC.
Trill a cheery tune in the tub as we scrub a stubborn mildew stain~
In the bathroom, the spoons cleaned all the grime accumulated for years on the porcelain; while the little mice uncovered the drain in the shower and bathtub.
Pluck a hairball from the shower drain~
To that gay refrain of a happy working song~
The whole bathroom was full of bubbles, Yuu took advantage of the soap to finish cleaning the tiles. Meanwhile the squirrels and raccoons had found paint, glue and wallpaper, with the help of the deer and birds they took advantage of everything to masterfully patch holes and cover the wood like professionals.
We'll keep singing without fail otherwise we'd spoil it~
Hosing down the garbage pail and scrubbing up the toilet~ (ooh~!)
Yuu didn't want to, but he couldn't help but laugh when a little mouse slipped and fell into the toilet water… he didn't wish that on anyone.
How we all enjoy letting loose with a little "la da dum dum dum" ~
While we're emptying the vacuum~
It's such fun to hum a happy working song~ (ooh~!)
The young man was not even going to ask where the animals got a vacuum cleaner, it would have been useful for cleaning the day he arrived at the place.
A happy working song~
While using a feather duster to dust off the hallway furniture, she found a glass door that opened onto the patio. The exterior of the bedroom also needed work, but other squirrels and ¿turtles and crickets and ants? they were on it.
Without anyone noticing, the magic gathered and engulfed the bedroom. The building itself was magical, but so much magic somehow gave it a conscience and a soul of its own. "Gods, how did I let myself rot so badly?" It was the first thought of the dormitory, he was happy to have new students, he couldn't remember the last time someone slept in his walls. He needed to give his students a safe place, so he sent magic everywhere that needed to be repaired; the cracks disappeared, the wood regained its shine, the wiring was repaired, the water and heating pipes no longer leaked, and the furniture was somehow as good as new.
Oh how strange a place to be~
'Till my past comes back to me, my heart is sighing~
Yuu didn't know if by remembering his past, he would want to go back. She had just arrived, but for some reason she felt at home. But…he also wondered about his relatives, how he got to TW, did he have friends on earth. She shook off the thoughts for the moment.
Still, as long as I am here~
I guess a new experience could be worth trying~
He would give his new home and new friends a chance. And that was final; no more sad thoughts.
Hey! Keep drying! ~
Yuu entered the room and scolded a pigeon about to eat a cockroach; he knew it was natural, but she didn't want murder here.
You can do a lot when you've got such a happy working tune to hum~
While you're sponging up the soapy scum~
We adore each filthy choir that we determine~
The pigeons and raccoons collected the garbage in bags. Meanwhile, the mice cleaned the dirty dishes; a pigeon picked up a plate to carry to the shelf, but dropped it. Yuu sighed hearing something break, he hoped Grim and Ace wouldn't wake up because of that. He had made a musical in minutes and it would be hilarious if a sound like that woke them up.
So friends, even though you're vermin we're a happy working throng~
Unfortunately, Ace was startled awake by the sound of something breaking. Although he got confused when listening to music with a very good rhythm in his opinion; he got out the covers and put on the slippers. He opened the door of the room and almost gave him something when he saw some rats taking detergent to who knows where. "Ok? Well, it's not the weirdest thing I've seen so far." And he wasn't lying, with an older brother like his he had seen stranger things.
Singing as we fetch the detergent box~
For the smelly shirts and the stinky socks~
Sing along! ~
In the living room Yuu enjoyed the moment, he was in the middle of everything moving his hands to the rhythm of the music. Ace arrived at the place, and was surprised when I saw his white-haired friend; it was like in the mine, he had golden wisps coming out of his hands as they formed butterflies and flowers.
If you can not sing then hum along! ~
As we're finishing our happy working song! ~
A deer brought a bouquet of wild flowers to Yuu, he took it carefully and stroked the little animal's head. She tossed the bouquet into the vase on the mantelpiece and sat down with a weary but happy sigh.
Aah~! Wasn't this fun?
Although Ace found the scene of so many animals surrounding his friend and surprising the miraculous repair of the place , he was hungry.
But before he could say anything, someone knocked on the door; the noise scared the animals away and they ran out the back door.
"There you go!" Ace yelled. The aforementioned looked at Yuu, who blushed when he saw that the redhead looked at him during his song. "Don't say anything, it was amazing. Although next time sing when everyone is awake" Ace told him before going to open the door. Yuu smiled before following his friend to see who was at the entrance. The bedroom was happy; finally the legacy lost in its walls would be restored.
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Military School
Paring: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, a little bit of violence, angst. Mostly fluff. A lot of fluff.
Word count: 1500
A/n: I just got to season 7 episode 6 where Carl gets on the bus to go to military school. I already miss him tbh. I almost cried when Fiona told him she was proud of him.
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Your POV:
Today was the day.
The day that Carl was supposed to go off for military school.
He had been talking about it ever since he met Dominique’s dad. Although Dominique was a bitch ass girlfriend, her dad was a kick ass dad.
When me and Carl got together a bit after him and Dominique ended things, he would talk about military school and how it would help him become a better man.
I was surprisingly very supportive in his ideas to go. I thought I would be more upset and try and convince him not to go, but after I saw his face light up while talking about kicking peoples asses and being able to hurt people without getting in trouble for it, I knew I had to support him.
It was gonna be tough. Really really tough, but I know that he would come back and be that man he said he would become.
Long distance was gonna be difficult but I knew we were gonna make it work. We made our friendship work while he was stuck in prison after Sammi fucking ratted him out.
God I hate that bitch.
Needless to say there was no doubt in my mind that me and Carl would end up okay in the end.
After Dominique decided to try and get back with Carl, he started to question everything he was doing. That’s when I had to intervene. She had no right to just swoop in and win him back like some sort of toy from a vending machine.
I was pissed.
Her dad knew that Carl and I were together which made him even more mad when she decided to try and make a move on him once again. He would never admit it but he most definitely was starting to like Carl.
When me and Carl were walking down the street together, he pulled up beside us and told us to jump in. I didn’t know where we were going but once we pulled up to a drive way with Dominique sitting on some man’s lap I knew exactly what Sergeant Winslow was doing.
My blood was boiling. Carl got out of the Car to handle the situation but i really couldn’t help my self. Before I could even think about what I was doing I got out of the car storming straight up to her.
Some not so nice words were exchanged and some punches by me were being thrown.
She had nothing to say after she went running to Sergeant Winslow to tell on me. Of course he was mad but he knew that she deserved it, as hard at it is to admit that about your own daughter.
She didn’t mess with me or Carl after that.
Even after we got to his house for the surprise going away party for him he was still questioning everything he was about to do.
I would question if I was doing the right thing too but In this case he was doing the right thing. He needed to do this for himself. Everyone knew it, including him.
Me, Fiona, Debbie and Lip gather in the kitchen trying to discuss where Ian was and why there were no decorations up.
“I was labeled as the distraction so I couldn’t have gotten any decorations even if I tried” I comment trying to clear my name from the argument on why no one got decorations.
“Ian said that he got it” Debbie says trying to get someone to help her bring Neal in the house.
Neal was an okay guy. He made me uncomfortable every once in awhile but it’s not really his fault. He just very honest with what he says.
Carl walks into the room with a slight frown on his face. He’s still questioning his choices.
Fiona immediately apologizes for the lack of decorations and how the party isn’t going as it was planned.
He started talking to us about wether or not he should actually go and if he was strong enough to do something like this.
I look at him with a blank stare before I speak up “that was the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard”. He looks at me as if I said the rudest thing in the world.
“I mean come on. Your Carl fucking Gallagher. The kid that got suspended for beating up two guys that were bullying me. The kid that got suspended for bullying other kids. The kid that said he was gonna make prison his bitch and did just that. The kid that landed himself in a gang and ended up getting out of it without getting killed. I don’t want you to ever say that your not strong enough for something like this. You are the strongest boy I know. Going to military school is gonna make you the strongest man I know” I practically yell at him all of my emotions spilling out. The frustration in my voice alone makes it clear that everything I’m saying is 100% my thoughts and opinions.
Debbie, Lip, Fiona, and Carl look at me with wide eyes. I calm myself down taking deep breaths into my body. “Listen” I start walking up to him before placing my hands in his.
“I believe in you” I pause moving his hands with mine in a sort of swinging motion between our bodies.
“You are gonna go to military school, become that man you want to be, then your gonna come back home and you’ll be able to show off that new man” I smile rubbing his hands with my thumbs.
He smiles brightly at my speech stretching his arms around my shoulders giving me a strong hug. “I’m gonna do it” he whispers before saying it a bit louder so that everyone else can here him “I’m gonna do it”.
The trip to where everyone was boarding the buses wasn’t too far away. The entire time I was relishing in the moments that I had left with Carl before he got on the bus and went off to find himself.
It was gonna take awhile to get used to but I knew we could do it.
Lip pulled the car into a parking spot making sure the car was in park before we all got out. We all headed to the buses where Sergeant Winslow was standing there waiting for him.
Everyone gave him their hugs and their goodbyes wishing him good luck with everything.
Then it came to me.
I didn’t think I’d do this but I was standing there like a baby about to have a mental breakdown.
Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes as I watched everyone say goodbye to him as if he were leaving for good.
“Why are you crying” he asks coming over to me after exchanging a few words with Fiona.
“I don’t know” I laugh my body starting to shake with the silent sobs coming from my body.
A big frown etched across his face as he pulls me into a much needed hug. We sway back and forth as we mentally note this beautiful moment between us.
My face is buried into his neck as the tears from my eyes run down my cheeks and onto his shirt.
Once I feel him start to pull back from the hug I pull my arms from around him before placing my hands around his biceps.
Tears continue to fall as I weakly smile at him. He genuinely looks happy to be going to military school which makes my mood lighten a bit.
I laugh a little at my state before wiping the tears out from under my eyes. Maneuvering my hands back to his biceps I rock my hands back and forth before another wave of emotion hits me.
“Just” I start not being able to finish until I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
“Just don’t forget about me okay?” I cry my bottom lip quivering.
Me crying like this made me feel so pathetic but I couldn’t help it.
“I would never forget you” he says placing his hands on my biceps to rock me a bit as well. He wants me to get it into my mind which is what I did.
He wouldn’t forget me.
He takes his hands back from my arms, me doing the same.
“I’ll see you soon” I say before pulling him in to my body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders before placing my lips on his. We don’t kiss for very long knowing there was people around.
After about a second or two we pull away huge smiles on our faces. “I’ll see you soon y/n/n” he says back to me before walking up to the bus doors. He gets onto the stairs before turning around to face us.
“Im gonna come back a man” he grins as the doors close in front of him. He gives us one more nod before walking up the rest of the stairs and down the isle to one of the seats.
It’s when the bus drives away that my mind realizes to its full potential that it’s actually happening. I won’t see him for awhile.
He had to do this. He needed this to become a better him.
I’m so proud of who he’s becoming.
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A/n: Hi :) I wanted to write this imagine becuase I’m extremely sad that Carl just left for military school. I already miss him. I know it’s a short one compared to my other imagines but I actually quite like this one a lot so I hope you liked it as much as I do.
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January 15th 1803 saw the birth of Marjory Fleming, "Pet Marjory", child writer and poet, who died in 1811 of meningitis at the age of 8 years and 11 months.
One of my favourite, yet tragic tales, young Pet Marjory is a touching story of a wee lass that packed so much into her short life.
Marjory Fleming was an extraordinary child prodigy, she left poems, letters and a journal that are now one of the treasures of the National Library of Scotland; and in 1889 Sir Leslie Stephen, Virginia Woolf's father, wrote an entry about her for the original Dictionary of National Biography, believing that 'no more fascinating infantile author has ever appeared. What makes this all the more remarkable is, Marjory was a mere 8 years old when she died.
It’s been said she was a distant relative of Sir Walter Scott, although there is no real evidence they ever met Robert Louis Stevenson and Mark Twain also thought highly of her.
Marjory spent most of her sixth, seventh and eighth years in Edinburgh being tutored by her teenage cousin, Isabella Keith. Isabella is mentioned is the somewhat odd opening line of Marjory’s famous journal: ‘Many people are hanged for Highway robbery Housebreking Murder &c. &c. Isabella teaches me everything I know and I am much indebted to her she is learnen witty & sensible.’
Marjory returned to Kirkcaldy in July 1811, and wrote on 1 September to her cousin, ‘We are surrounded with measles at present on every side’. She herself contracted measles in November and although she apparently recovered, died in December from what is now thought to have been meningitis. She was a month short of her ninth birthday.
Marjory was an accomplished and witty poet and diarist although she was not published until 50 years after her death. Her writings became hugely popular in the Victorian period albeit with the published editions altered as some her her language was thought inappropriate for an eight year old. The first account of her was given by a London journalist in the Fife Herald and reprinted as a booklet entitled Pet Marjorie: a Story of Child Life Fifty Years Ago. The nickname ‘Pet’ and the spelling of her name with ‘ie’ were inventions of her biographer: both appear on Marjory’s gravestone in Abbotshall Kirkyard, Kirkcaldy erected in 1930.
Marjory’s precocious intellect is noted in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography: ‘She records enjoying the poems of Pope and Gray, the Arabian Nights, Ann Radcliff’s ‘misteris [sic] of udolpho’, the Newgate calendar, and ‘tails’ by Maria Edgworth and Hannah More.’ Her abilities are also apparent in the pithy comments in her journal and in her valiant attempts to write in rhyming couplets.
Robert Louis Stevenson is quoted as saying, ‘Marjory Fleming was possibly – no, I take back possibly – she was one of the noblest works of God.’
I had a hunt around and found a few of her poems and have picked out two that I liked best the first is written about her cousin with whom she lived in Edinburgh, the simplicity and innocence of the poem I must admit has brought a tear to my eye, especially as it written by a 6 year old……“
My Dear love Isabella”
Here lies sweet Isabell in bed,
With a night-cap on her head;
Her skin is soft, her face is fair,
And she has very pretty hair;
She and I in bed lie nice.
And undisturbed by rats and mice;
She is disgusted with Mr. Worgan,
Though he plays upon the organ.
Her nails are neat, her teeth are white,
Her eyes are very, very bright;
In a conspicuous town she lives,
And to the poor her money gives;
Here ends sweet Isabella’s story,
And may it be much to her glory.I love in Isa’s bed to lie,
Oh, such joy and luxury!
The bottom of the bed I sleep,
And with great care within I creep;
Oft I embrace her feet of lillys,
But she has gotten all the pillys.
Her neck I never can embrace,
But I do hug her feet in place.
The manuscripts of Marjory Fleming’s writings can be seen in the National Library of Scotland online here https://digital.nls.uk/marjory-fleming/archive/100989212
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