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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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Hello again! I love your works and it's super early to request another but I read your latest post and I loved it! So if you don't mind, could you do headcanons on 141 reacting to their s/o cleaning their car?

Like one of those stereotypical scenes where she's in a bikini or a bikini top with shorts and she's cleaning her car, like she loves her car so she cleans it alot but this is the first time they see the full scene. NSFW would be amazing if you would be ok with it :)

Thank you :]

In The Sunlight // 141 Headcanons (+Ale)

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), suggestive language/content, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

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SYNOPSIS; summer hit, and it hit hard.

Sizzling atmosphere, sky-rocketing temps, and revolving fans working overtime. Every year, people complain that they miss winter when the high temps smack them in the face, but they wish for the heat when the leaves fall. For you—you would take any excuse to enjoy the hose and sprinkler, sometimes washing your car weekly as an excuse to cool off. Cold showers, ice packs, air conditioning; it wasn’t enough.

On the bright side, it gave you an excuse to wash your beloved car. To run the hose on the vehicle, and most of all your sweating skin; all while wearing revealing summer attire.

Price

John was due to be home that day, the house was lonely, and you were miserable in the heat. Why not be outside when he comes home? You dressed yourself in a bikini to sprit yourself with the hose, spending about half the time searching for a cool off than washing your car. In your other hand, you had an drink with more ice cubes than liquid; a soothing cube to crunch on while you worked. You swirled your drink as you put another cube between your teeth, spreading the foamy soap with intense focus.

That focus broke when his car finally pulled into the driveway, revealing his attempt at an eager welcome. He was exhausted, but never too exhausted to greet you. Besides, you wearing a basically see-through swimsuit? How can he resist?

❝Don’t work too hard, sweetheart. You’ll get heat stroke.❞ John crept up to you, dropping his duffel. He leaned down and sipped from your drink, picking up an ice cube between his teeth. His lips leaned forward, tracing the ice along your neck and down your cleavage until it melted against your flesh. ❝Let me help you cool off, I missed all of you.❞ His lips found your drink again, meeting your lips with a dripping chunk of ice—a whole new meaning to a sloppy kiss.

Simon

Simon hates the heat—despises it, even. All year round, he wears dark colors, multiple layers, and most notably his balaclava. Does that stop him from ogling you? Not a bit. He can enjoy the view from inside, peering through the curtains at your soaked figure as you scrub your prized car. You lean over the edge, bikini top doing little to contain your breasts as he gets a good view down the top. Simon lets out an amused scoff at the sight, closing the curtains before you have the opportunity to spot him.

You come back inside for some water, wrapping a towel so you don’t dribble on the floor. A hand darts out of the doorway of the kitchen, Simon’s hand gripping the towel and giving it a yank until it falls to the floor. ❝Gave the neighbors a show, didn’t you?❞

He steps out from his hidden spot around the counter, giving your arm a gentle pull so you come towards him, until your face his inches from his. Normally, he leaves his teasing until nightfall, but he’s home and you’re soaked.

❝Need to get you into some better clothes.❞ His strong arms slither around your midsection, gripping intensely. No better excuse, assisting you in getting another change of clothes after he carries you to the bedroom.

Soap

The humidity constantly disturbed your slumber. You and Soap’s shared bedroom was more like a sauna, no matter how long the fans or AC ran. It was so severe you laid awake during the early morning, tossing and turning, peeling the covers stuck to your sweaty body. There was no point in attempting to sleep, you were wide awake at four-thirty in the morning, might as well go outside and cool off. Your car could use a wash, anyhow.

You slipped on a bikini and stepped out into the morning air. The sun hadn’t risen completely, so the heat wasn’t unbearable yet. The hose spewed a stream of water on the hood as you did your first rinse, then scoured cleaner on it. You bent over the hood of your car to reach a spot you missed, lips curled in concentration.

When you felt a pair of hands on your hips, you let out a squeal, quickly soothed by a familiar accent. ❝Don’t move,❞ he purred into your ear, tugging your bottoms down to your ankles. Soap knelt behind you, swiping his tongue along your folds. Your gaze darts around the dim streets, insisting a neighbor will see.

He speaks, then his licks only gained intensity and sloppiness. ❝Let ‘em see.❞

Gaz

As soon as the two of you find time to be outside, it’s an immature sight; chasing each other through the backyard, spraying one another with the hose, or on days where he’s beat, he’ll simply watch you from the hot tub. Today, it was betrayal. You were washing your car, completely believing the fact that Gaz was “too tired” for games tonight. He was too calculated to not have a battle plan, you should’ve known better, right?

As you’ve returned from refilling the soapy bucket, there’s an icy pour of ice water, over the top of your hair, soaking your bikini top, all the way down your jean shorts and legs. With an agape mouth, you drop the bucket and chase after his fleeting figure—a smug grin on his face the whole time. When you round the corner into the backyard, he’s nowhere in sight. As you creep up on the shed, he finally reveals himself, sending you both to a tumble in the grass.

Kyle constricts your arms above your head, grinning down at your hopeless struggle. ❝I didn’t cheat, you just need better eyes, babe.❞ He loosens his grip when you stop fighting him, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. He places a knee between your legs, staring down at your soaked bikini top hungrily. ❝You look so goddamn sexy like this…❞

Alejandro

You were washing away, brows knitted in focus. Then, you remembered you had left your water bottle on the kitchen counter. The windows were wide open because you were airing out the house on a hot day, so it was worth a shot hollering for Alejandro. ❝Ale, can you bring me my water? Ale?❞ You raise your voice slightly because there’s no way he can’t hear you.

❝In the backyard, cariño.❞ His unmistakable voice replies, distant from the back of the house. You sigh and enter the house, finding your water but no sign of Alejandro, even through the paned glass windows and sliding door. In reality; he had been ogling you for several minutes, waiting for his opportunity for either you to ask for something, or him making something up on the spot. Lucky for him, your need for your bottle had everything going according to plan.

You exited to the backyard, holding a hand up to block the sun. Even if he was visible right now, he would be impossible to spot from the blaze of the star. ❝Right here, amor.❞ Alejandro crept out from out of the shade, wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You knew what this meant—it was inevitable with him. And yet, you fell for it again.

In the next second, you were plunged into the pool, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. He chuckles at your whines of contempt, pressing his forehead against yours. ❝How was that? You fell for it again, que no?❞ It’s obvious he can’t resist you in a bikini.

Laswell

There are two things Kate can’t get enough of; sunbathing and eyeing you. Sitting on the lounge chairs, reclined with a book or magazine in hand. It’s not often she’s on leave, or home long enough to spend outside. Today was different—she had some time off. She intended to spend as much time outside enjoying the heat, much more preferable than being cooped up in an understimulating base. And watching you while she vedged out? It’s a common pursuit of hers, bikini on or not.

You held your hair up with one hand, the other using the sprinkler setting to mist yourself. Kate tipped her sunglasses down slightly to get a better view, a warm beam spreading on her face. Her nose crinkled slightly as you sprayed the hood of the car, spreading the suds around on the surface.

She flicked to the next page of her magazine, soaking in the sunbeams.

Though she would never say it out in the open, she was certainly ogling her favorite parts of you; your sunkissed chest, the curves hugged tight by shorts—all a cherished image for the next time she leaves, and probably later that night after dinner. ❝How much for you to do mine too, babe?❞

To add to it, she probably snaps candid photos of you, the stream of them probably ending with you blocking the lens with your hands. She’s her own favorite comedian, your complaints and embarrassed whines are a close second.

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thehmn · 2 years

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I love “true paranormal” podcasts and there’s a few things that often come up in paranormal stories that books and movies should use more.

Spirits need darkness to materialise. If they are exposed to light they will crumble and cave in on themselves. This doesn’t mean they disappear though. They are still around but it will be much harder for them to touch or move material objects.

Materialised spirits have the consistency of soft, wet clay. They tend to look like real, solid people but if a person try to punch them, for just a split second they’ll feel soft, wet resistance before the spirit vanishes.

Spirits often reside in the dark parts of a house during the day. That’s why they’re often encountered in attics and basements and why they’re often seen coming out of closets or from under beds when it gets dark outside. Putting lights in those areas often works.

They are aware of our presence but can’t always see us from the other side. Again, darkness seems to help.

The reason why they tend to show up during thunder storms is because electricity and running water makes them stronger. This suggests the best way to contact spirits is in a darkened kitchen or bathroom with the water tap running and a radio playing nearby. TVs and computers on standby are often blamed for very active ghosts.

Spirits can travel via phone. If you take a call from a person in a haunted house you risk inviting the spirits into your home though it’s rare for them to stay long. Often they’ll leave as soon as the call is ended.

Spirits use mirrors a lot. Two or more mirrors reflecting each other create a portal no matter how far they are from each other. If you can see a mirror in another mirror one of them should be moved or covered up. If you hang a mirror on an outer wall it will create an opening for spirits to get into the house.

There’s a type of ink-black creatures with elongated bodies that feed on the sorrow of people who have lost loved ones. They are most often reported by people working in hospitals who see them crawl on the walls and ceiling, but also by people who think their home is haunted by their recently dead loved ones. They’ll smell their perfume, the radio will play their favourite song, they’ll hear their footsteps, find loving messages, but if they try to move on the creature will act out and try to make the person feel guilty by smashing wedding photos or the like. This can cause families to fight because some believe the creature to be their loved one while others might have caught a glimpse of it crawling around and know it’s something else.

If a house is haunted by more than one spirit they often have domains. If there’s an evil spirit in one room the other sprits tend to be stuck in the surrounding rooms because they’re too scared to walk past the evil spirit. Guarding spirits tend to stay in hallways and stairs so they can keep an eye on who’s moving around in the house.

For some reason a friendly young boy spirit and a mean old man spirit is a very common combination. The boy will express fear of the man and warn the children of the house.

Attention give spirits power. If ignored or if people stop being scared of them because they get used to the haunting they will eventually disappear or go dormant.

I’ll probably add more later but these are some trends I’ve noticed that I think should be considered when writing spooky fiction. 👻

#humontalks #spirits #ghosts #paranormal #supernatural #writing ideas

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bethanythebogwitch · 3 months

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Australian Pokemon: 3 creepy lines

Another of my posts of Fakemon based in a hypothetical region called Goorda based on a mix of Australia and Aotearoa/New Zealand (though mostly Australia). This time I designed three evolution lines based on creepy or ghostly concepts. For pervious posts see regional variants, birds, early-game standards, misc 2, misc 1, starter variants, and starters.

First up is Parapteer, the Parasite Pokemon, dark/psychic type. This Pokemon is a parasite that is weak and helpless on its own. It targets Staryu and hollows out their bodies, using them as a new home while disguising itself as a Staryu. It benefits from its host's latent psychic powers, which are added to Parapteer's own. It uses the psychic powers and disguise to sneak into a group of Staryu and plant its larvae on them, beginning the next generation of parasites. Pictured is Parapteer both in its host's body (left) and exposed (right).

Parapteer is based on Dendrogaster, a genus of parasites found worlwide that grow inside of starfish as weird, branching tentacle creatures. Parapteer exaggerates Dendrogaster to make it more like a body snatcher, killing Staryu and stealing its body as a grotesque puppet master. Honestly, this might be too grotesque for a Pokemon fan work. It would definitely have some ability like Minior where its disguise can be broken, revealing the parasite within. It could be found in the same areas as Staryu, meaning a trainer trying to fish up a Staryu has a chance of getting Parapteer instead. Its name comes from "parasite" and "puppeteer". I got the idea for this fakemon from this post.

Next is Thylament, the Mournful Pokemon, ghost/normal type. Thylament were once living beings, but they were driven to extinction by humans and have lingered on as ghosts. They mourn their deaths and avoid humans, who they fear for causing their extinction. It takes a very skilled trainer to earn the friendship of a Thylament.

Thylament is based on thylacines, also known as Tasmanian tigers. These wolf-like marsupials were once a dominant predator of Australia before being outcompeted by dingos and having their population reduced to Tasmania. The rest of the population were killed by European colonizers, with the species becoming extinct in 1936. Real thylacines were orangish, but Thylament is greyscale due to its status as a ghost. Its name comes from "thylacine" and "lament".

Thylament evolves to Skulvenge, the Vengeful Pokemon, ghost/dark type. Unlike its morose and mournful pre-evolution, Skulvenge is driven by anger over humanity causing its extinction. They take their anger out on humans, especially those exploring alone. Very few trainers ever successfully tame a Skulvenge and it is said that Skulvenge will only ever accept a trainer who also burns with anger out of a shared desire for vengeance.

Skulvenge is a mature thylacine who has decided that it's not going to take extinction lying down. The skull on its head and the inversion of its colors mark Skulvenge as being more angry and aggressive than Thylament.

The last Pokemon for today is Davalossam, the Shipwreck Pokemon, ghost/water type. When a ship sinks with crew aboard, the ghost of the crew may fuse with the shipwreck, animating it as a Davalossam. The vengeful sprits of the drowned crew seek to drag others to their fate, driving Davalossam to attack and sink ships. Nobody knows how many Davalossam lurk in the deep seas, but all sailors fear one day encountering one determined to drag them down to the depths.

Pokemon makes some very disturbing ghost types, so I don't thing a shipwreck in the shape of a shark driven by the vengeful spirits of its downed crew would be too far for an official game. I drew from sailor folklore of ghost ships and similar stories for Davalossam's origin, as well as stories of sea monsters that attacks and sink ships. While not being a grass-type, it probably would know at least Wood Hammer, being made of wood and all. Its name comes from "Davy Jones' Locker" (a euphemism for the bottom of the sea in reference to shipwrecks), "jetsam" (discarded refuse from ships), and "thalassic" (oceanic).

I wanted to include a 4th line based on the legendary creature known as the yara-ma-ya-who, but I am struggling to come up for ideas for how to adapt that to a Pokemon. I'm open to suggestions. Thanks for checking out this post, I hope you liked it.

#pokemon #fakemon #pokemon oc #dendrogaster #starfish #parasite #thylacine #tasmanian tiger #shark #shipwreck #ghost type #art #digital art #new artist #artists on tumblr #artblr

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lucakaneshiroswife · 6 months

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Lemme hold one of them nijisanji matchups 😛😛 (sfw) or (both) BOTH

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance: OMGGG walk with me now. Right now im a little bald headed (jk but i had to cut my shit into a pixie cut bc i kept dying it too damn much 😞✊🏾), i am African American mixed with Somalian, I’m like 5’5 or 5’6 idfk 😭, ive been doing my squats plus i got those natural genetics so my booty is literally so humongous (HOUR GLASS 🗣️🗣️) (tmi?) it literally thunder claps when i walk i be getting scared sometimes 😅😅 (jk jk…), i have four piercings on my 🍒’s , lower back, eyebrow and belly button, i also have a butterfly tattoo behind my ear. ermm im pretty sure that’s it, my eyes are black and doe-like 💁🏾‍♀️

Personality: im just wild fr idek. jk but personally i feel like im a chill person and my friends think im really cool to hang around. my social battery is always up 100 but all you gotta do is put me in a crowd of people with some good food and suddenly im the most quietest person on earth 🤩

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

MBTI Type: ESFJ

Likes: Cats, food, stargazing, psychological horror movies, needle pain (not in a freaky way but like that pain you get from tattoos or piercings ykwim? 😅), dark green, food, reading, taking naps, food.

Dislikes: traveling (my motion sickness is so bad dude), waking up early, loud and obnoxious people, wet dog smell, fireworks (the colors >>> the sound), dark ness, butterflies. (laugh it up but i have such a huge fear of them, like they’re actually horrifying)

Hobbies: read, paint, listen to music, making music (album dropping december 43rd), baking

Quotes: OMGG I LOVE THIS

“it’s because im black huh…” (my friend wouldn’t share her fries), “i bet barack obama wouldn’t treat me like this”, “if we were on the titanic… i would’ve let you get on the door with me”, “my head is getting so fucking huge”, “THE HOES ARE CALLING”, “what if water was fire and fire was water.. like imagine someone saying ‘MY HOUSE IS ON WATER’, “*using tiktok filter* my soulmate initials start with a b?! omg bvox bakuma 🥺”, “idk im in the christmas sprit (as im taking off my Halloween costume)

Secret: I had gotten grounded this one time so when my mom was out running errands I snuck out to a friends house. I was getting a little hungry as usual so I was like “let me borrow your car so I can get us me some food” and she said alright. I went to the mall since i was really craving mall food at the time and right when I was walking out GUESS who’s car I see MY MOMS!!! when i tell you I BOOKED it to my friends car and hopped in the driver seat (thank goodness she didn’t see me in the mall because WHEW) anywho, right when i was about to pull off her ass wanna walk out of the mall and like a total dumbass instead of pulling off, my ass gon duck and slouch in the seat so she couldn’t see me 💀💀. as soon as she got into her car i started up my friends car and the craziest shit happen WE BOTH BACK OUT AT THE SAME TIME (her car was park backwards and mines was forward) I ended up scraping her car up pretty bad and THANK YOUUUU she didn’t recognized the car or see me either 😭. but anyways i pulled tf off 🌚 and zoomed to my friends house, dropped the car off, and literally RAN home. i hid the food under my bed and deadass acted like i was sleep so like 15 minutes later when she came back home she burst into my room like “GUESS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED” and she started screaming about how a non-driving, blind, stupid bitch scratched her car and the whole time Im just sitting there like 😦 “damn that’s crazyyyy” and until this day she still think a random person scraped her car but uhm…. (which made it even funnier is that she literally came home with mall food for me so i was eating DOUBLE GOOD that day 😋)

Miscellaneous: im such a huge cat person im trying to break the world record (28000) with the most cats owned.

A/N: Okay you are CHAOS and you know who will love that?

VOX AKUMA

Your personality is like a lot, in the good way, and ass? Our demon lord REALLY loves you.

He is a pretty loud and interesting person, but somehow he managed to slip his way into your life like the (not so) little shit he is <3

I feel you being so spontaneous is something he will adore about you, the vibes you give off just keeps attracting him, like a moth to flame and god does he love it.

With your sense of humor, and his combined you both will constantly be at risk of getting cancelled, and you know what? Maybe it's not too bad as long as both of you are laughing.

Despite the 'action-ey' parts of your relationship I believe intimate moments are sacred.

While for Vox, sleep isn't a requirement, he will most definitely come cuddle you while telling you how beautiful you are to him even if you are balding, he wants to make you laugh don't blame him.

On this topic, somno. That's all, that's everything. Those 'innocent' moments don't remain innocent for too long. Soon enough you will find yourself asleep after a long day or just possibly eating really good food, you look so peaceful to him.

Would that stop Vox from sneaking his hands up your shirt in a not-so innocent manner, touching your piercings and whispering about how tempting you are even when you're sleeping.

You'd probably wake up to him rocking his hips against your behind, his hands groping your tits, breathing heavily into your neck. How dare you reduce him to such a state?

#luxiem x reader #luxiem matchup #MATCHUP NOVEMBER

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kingixsstuff · 11 months

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Nereix

Dark sirenix aka Nereix

So dark sirenix is basically a corrupt form of sirenix gained by tritanus and the trix after they steal the power from the source as the winx are completing their quest.

It gives the same powers as the normal sirenix

But with pollution powers to go along with it.

I got the name form nereids being they their water sprits and “dark sirenix” seems to simple for me

What would you guys think their spells would be ? 🤨

Personally I think darcy would have “malice of sirenix” and do some huge blast lol

(They where based on)

Darcy - Ursula

Stormy - electric eel

Icy - white tip shark

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walkswithmyfather · 1 year

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“The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it;” —Psalm 24:1 (NIV)

“The earth is the LORD'S, and all it contains, The world, and those who dwell in it.” —Psalm 24:1 (NASB)

“What Does Psalm 24:1 Mean?” By Knowingjesus.com:

“Verse Thoughts: Psalm 24 prepares us for the magnificent entrance of the King of Glory into the great city of Jerusalem. We are reminded that this coming King of glory is the eternal Lord of Hosts. He is the great Creator and invisible Sustainer of the universe and He is the One to Whom all the inhabitants of the earth belong.

The very first verse makes an incredible statement about the ownership of the world and everything contained within it boundaries, "The earth is the LORD'S, and the fullness thereof." (KJV) The world and all those who dwell in it, belong to the God of our Salvation. "The earth is the LORD'S, and all it contains," is David's bold pronouncement. The world belongs to God, together with all those who dwell within its borders.

A brief reflection on the first chapter of Genesis reminds us of the incredible significance of this simple statement, for by the word of His mouth the earth was spoken into being as the Sprit of God hovered over the darkness... on the face of the deep. And light and darkness, day and night, dry land and sea, heaven and earth, sun and moon, and the construction of the great domed firmament that divides the waters above from the water below, was assembled with supernatural precision.

No wonder the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy when earth's foundations were laid, the seas burst from the womb of the morning, and the chains of the Pleiades were secured. But herbs and grass, fruit and trees, birds of the air, fish of the sea, and every living creature soon filled the earth and were instructed to be fruitful and multiply. Man was also told to be fruitful and multiply and was given dominion over the whole earth. He was built from the dust of the earth in the image and likeness of God - Who breathed His own life into the heart of man.

David was right to praise the Lord and ponder over the magnificence of His Person and plans. He was correct to acknowledge the sovereignty of God and greatness of His Being. Let us never forget to rejoice that the earth and everything in it... the world and all its inhabitants, belong to the Lord. Let us remember that He was the One Who laid the foundation on the seas and established it on the rivers.

Let us never forget that He is the immortal, invisible God Who has set eternity in the hearts of all His people and that by faith in His only begotten Son we have the forgiveness of sin and life everlasting.

My Prayer: Heavenly Father, how I praise and thank You that You are the great King of glory and Lord of hosts Who created the world and everything in it. May I never forget to rejoice that my name is written in heaven, for You are my Maker and Redeemer and by the blood of Christ I have been saved. Praise Your Holy name, AMEN.”

“The EARTH is the LORD’S, and EVERYTHING in it. The WORLD and ALL its people belong to HIM.” (Ps 24:1, NLT) Amen! 🙌

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retrowave-racer · 1 year

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Day 12 of Coaster Maynia 2023 - Flucht von Novgorod

Now this ride has some interesting lore! I watched a POV as well and the dark ride elements are so cool, this is def on the coaster bucket list! I decided to run with the “water wolf” concept and made my character a wolf man sprit that haunted the waters and was believed to be seen before the start of a flood!

@coastermaynia

#coastermaynia2023 #coastermaynia #oc #character design #original character

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cosmic-rains-blog · 1 year

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I feel like a thousand different women live inside of me

I am a woman who loves to care & be cared for, there is a Mother within my heart who takes people & animals in like my own & I appreciate someone taking my hand, holding me in their love...

But i am also a fucking boss woman who enjoys independence, runs her own business, steps up, gets shit done & takes control when it's needed.

I am a traveler, a wanderer, a free sprit who is curious about change, & I am a woman who loves a home to ground & flourish in.

I am a woman who sees the beauty in everything in life, I am a believer in the ways God & Love Permeates through All

But i am also not afraid of the darkness,

I look into the eyes of fear & believe that this too, is God, is love, is in existence with reasoning, with purpose. I am a woman who dances with darkness, emerges from its depths & celebrates with the light.

I am a woman who is soulful, spiritual, heartful, I am a woman who calls in what calls to my heart and soul, as grounded on earth as I am floating in a sky of dreams.

I am a woman who adores the herbal & flower essences, I am a woman who works with the roots & spices to heal.

I am a woman who thrives in solitude, this is my freedom to be within my own energy, to create, to continue feeling into my relationship with my intuition & heart.

And I am a woman who loves a sense of community, here where I extend my freedom & heart out into the external world, here where I embrace opportunities to connect, to learn, to give.

I am a woman who connects to the Fae, the elements & nature as much as I connect to the Warrior, the Goddess, the tribal.

I am a woman who is as open as she is mystical.

I am a woman who honors rituals, boundaries & values of the heart, but I am a woman who will look into your eyes with unconditional love & allow you so deeply into my inner worlds as I will honor to explore yours.

I am a woman of strength & a woman of vulnerability.

I am a seed & an entire forest, I am a drop in the sea & the whole ocean in one.

I am the priestess woman ~ I am alive in this sacred embodiment of my feminine & I feel into the Whole of my Existence.

I am a s*xu*l woman, empowered in my authentic sensual expressions. I am a woman who adores to make love to this sensational life.

I am a woman who is learning to feel into all of the wild within Her ~ the lioness, the serpent, the jelly fish, the Peacock, the bird soaring in liberation...

I am a crystal woman of many facets, the deeper you see, the deeper my soul speaks to you.

There is so much more than what I can fit into this weaving of words.

The more I am initiated through life, the more I am meeting all of the Woman I Am, the more I am learning to dance with the Fire, the Earth, the Air, the Water Woman within.

#writing #writer speaks #writerscommunity #original poems #daily poems #my poems #my writing #poetry #women #wild woman #self expression #archetypes

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dogshit-gambler · 10 months

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verge of frenzy—; Patrick Bateman x f!OC

Commissioned by my lovely friend @myst3r10 🖤 thank you so very much for allowing me to write this! Liz is a true girlboss 🖤

Very dark content. CNC. Drug use. Violence/Graphic Depictions of Murder. Gore.

Hot water ran over the blonde’s body, her hair sticking to the back of her neck. Elizabeth ran her fingers through her hair, her hair mask sliding over her delicate fingers. The sun shimmered against her bedroom floor, clothes basking in the warmth of the sun. A formal, business look was her poison today. A long pencil skirt to hug a perfect figure was nearing her future. Sheer stockings and a white button-up to pair with her eccentric jewelry. As she squeezed her hair, her second alarm started to blare. “Fuck,” she spat. “I’m awake. Unfortunately.” It’d be one hell of a day interviewing stuck-up rich guys with egos the size of Texas. She needed a fix now. Drugs or alcohol either would do. She applied a glycolic acid cleanser to her face, dragging it down to her throat. A tingle shot through her skin as it gently exfoliated. She paired it with an almond oil scrub used primarily on her neck and chest. She needed to be perfect to combat the toxic yuppie culture - even if she took part in it too. Her skin was smooth and shaven, with tight legs and a perfectly round rump. Looks were everything.

Rinsing out her hair, she stepped from the shower, water running down her spine. Upon drying her face, she moisturized with SPF and added a sweet Gucci perfume. One sprit on her neck, the others behind her ears and wrists. She reached over to her bathroom drawer, just under the mirror to reveal a small baggie of white powder. Wasting no time, she took a sharp snort directly off the plastic. Much like people needed coffee to start the day, she needed her own special stimulant. Hers just happened to be much more expensive and illegal. All crime came with a price, yuppies knew this better than anyone. She wrapped a towel over her hair, flipping it up as she finished her routine. The rush was amazing, a quick heartbeat, the room looking so much more alive and colorful. It was awfully boring living the best life at all times, she needed this one thing to keep her intact.

Her outfit was designer, shoes worth a man’s life, lipstick as red as blood, and skin as clear as the summer sky. Elizabeth admired her reflection much like Narcissus, she could drown much like him too. Pools of beauty rippled before her, a beautiful nymph looking back at her. You’d wonder if you were even worthy enough to be looked at by her, for her eyes struck like bullets and sliced like a butterfly knife. Another hit, she thought. Fuck. She finished the baggie and chucked it into the trash. A small droplet of blood ran from her nose and a familiar soreness hit her. She took a washcloth to her nose and gently stopped the bleeding. Her damned dealer didn’t grind the shit fine enough, she’d have his head for that. Sharp, jagged crystals ripped into her nose, filling her lungs with acute amounts of blood. It was more of a nuisance than anything. Maybe one day it would catch up to her, but surviving brain-rotting conversations with millionaires hadn’t killed her yet - so nothing will at this rate.

On the contrary, Patrick Bateman never had this problem. They’d meet soon enough, even if that meant discomfort for the both of them. They were close enough to have done drugs together, but distant enough to not give a shit about each other’s problems. Bateman’s morning routine was all the same like it always was.

Jean’s ringtone began to go off.

“Helloooo?” Elizabeth spoke into the phone as she placed it on speaker.

“Hey! How are you, Jean?” She smiled through the phone, looking at herself in the mirror. She twirled the edge of the towel around her finger.

“I’m great! I was just wondering… Will I see you today? You’re so busy and I miss you. I’d like to see you even if you’re working.”

Elizabeth cleared her throat, holding the washcloth on her nose.

“Yeah, I’ll be in today for a while. I have some interviews to finish. There’s been a lot of shady bullshit going on at P&P and I plan to figure it out.” Murder scandals, how fun.”I know you’ll do great, Liz. I can’t wait to see you today.” Jean said her goodbyes before going back to work. Being an office princess had its perks, even if you were treated like meat. Having rich men fawn and bend before you - exhilarating. But Jean was far too sweet to notice the gawking expressions and predatory scrutiny. How their eyes stripped her naked and disrespected her grave before she was even dead. It was sickening. Elizabeth had seen it and stuffed it out like a candle. But Jean? She was too innocent, too kind to work in this cutthroat world. She too had climbed the corporate ladder but at what cost?

Bateman made his presence known at P&P. He looked down at his fellow yuppies, feeling their judgment, he only wished it was jealousy. Since Paul Allen’s death, more followed close behind. Bateman could only clean so much blood, oh god, how he hated cleaning the blood. He’d rather bathe in the crimson fluid, drink it, and add it to a wine sauce. Dining on the meat of mankind, drinking their blood like a sacrilegious puppet. Bateman, the man, the myth, the fucking maniac. He spent his morning jerking off the slasher movies, rewinding the death scenes until his climax. His moans mixed with the sounds of female screams, his cock rock hard as if they were real sounds of agony. His morning was ripe with violence, and porn to start the day off right.

“Hello, Jean.” He spoke. “I see you took my suggestion, you stopped wearing that ugly blouse. I like the yellow on you much better. The pink made your skin look dull. I like this so much better.”

“Morning, Pat. You look nice today.”

“Thanks! You too, Jean.”

Seemingly, all Jean heard was hello.

Patrick Bateman, you’re out of your fucking mind.

Chapter 2

Light rain, slight chance of thunderstorms.

“Good morning Liz!” Jean spoke as she made eye contact. Elizabeth made herself known, her presence requiring basic respect and intelligence. “How’d your date go last night?” Jean inquired, not knowing the cloud of disappointment that was about to glide over her head. “Horrible. A no-show. Bastard really thought I’d let that slide and tried to call me at 5 in the fucking morning to apologize.”

Jean frowned, resting her chin in her hand. “Well, I’m sorry. I hate to hear it didn’t work out. But why do you think he called you?”

Liz chuckled, at how innocent Jean was. Elizabeth looked around, making sure no one was listening. Apart from Bateman, not a soul knew she existed. “To… Just to enjoy himself.” Jean blushed a rosy red. “Oh.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Yeah. Not a good look. So now I’m just… making reservations for myself.” She was used to doing things on her own, being independent had its perks but always keeping your guard up is exhausting; and by god, she was. Jean shrugged, returning to her army of papers to fill out, leaving her cousin alone to interview. She knocked on Bateman’s door. “Come in.”

“Patrick Bat-”

He cut himself off. “Elizabeth.” “Patrick.”

A rush of memories began to flood them both.

She was in Bateman’s apartment, bent over the dresser with a line of cocaine sitting on her left asscheek. Bateman snorted the powder through a bill, his muscular body covered in delicious sweat. He slapped her ass, leaving a red print on her fine skin. Bateman was rough, the kind of guy you’d regret staying the night with. Liz enjoyed it, using it as a chance to feel alive. They coexisted in misery and loneliness, using each other to cope with the pain of the world. “Fuck me,” she demanded. Patrick laughed, slapping the tip of his cock against her. The drugs ran through his bloodstream, invigorating him like a racehorse. “Be a good girl,” he began, slamming his cock into her eager hole. “And take,” he bit his lip, her walls fluttering around him, “My big fucking cock. Take it, ohhh take it, just like that. Tell me you love my cock, tell me you love getting fucked like a slut. Fucking bitch.” Bateman pounded into her, his heavy balls slapping against her. “I love your cock,” she whined, gripping the wood frame of the table. “Fuck, fuck me harder! Please, fucking use me and all my holes.” Her body was tight, lean with muscle, and perfect hips. Her legs spread for Patrick, his skin hot against hers. His body flushed and hot, sweat running down his back.

“Fucking tell me, Liz. Tell me you feel my cock buried inside you like fucking corpse. I wish you were fucking dead so I could keep you here forever, even in death you’d be slobbering on me.” Liz felt herself close to climax as Patrick’s hand crept up to her throat. His grip was deadly, the air trapped in her throat. Her brain felt heavy, her rabid heartbeat told her she very well may have died at that moment. Her orgasm was godly, the rush of crashing worlds, on the brink of death, and the drugs mixing together created an intoxicating cocktail. Patrick screamed out profanities as he overstimulated himself inside her, his aching soul clawing at his neck for release.

“Clean yourself up in the bath. Wash my cum out of you.” Elizabeth fell on the floor, weak and tired. She attempted to pull herself up off the floor and at least onto the bed. Patrick almost took pity on the damage he caused. “Come,” he said, leaning down to pick her up. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re covered in sweat, you know I can’t have that.”

He scooped her up with ease, his muscles flexing as he stood up. He was still high on the conglomeration of drugs, but still sober enough to know he didn’t really want her to rot on the floor. He felt confused with himself at times; his utter lack of empathy seemed to begin and end with her. He could abuse her and kiss the same wounds he caused. He took no pleasure in truly hurting her outside the bedroom. He wanted to spoil her with every dollar in the bank. Millions wouldn’t be enough, he’d buy her the fucking world if he could. He placed her in the bathtub, his slender hands blasting the warm water over her feet. Painted toenails shimmered under the soft lights of his bathroom. “Let me clean you up, you’re filthy.” He was gentle for the first time in his life. His hands spread almond body scrub over her back and chest, the sugar gliding over her skin like silk. Her head was still spinning, the warmth only making it worse. Patrick ran a washcloth over her skin, his soft hands tickling the gentle hairs on her arms. Her heartbeat slowed down, the dizziness now turning into an intense exhaustion; the kind worse than a long day. The coming down process was cocaine was a strong one, it felt more like dying than anything. Extreme fatigue plagued her entire body, it felt a chore to even take slow, easy inhales and exhales.

Patrick took care of her like a delicate flower, the only thing that mattered to him was Liz. His sweet, precious Liz.

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“Patrick! Long time no see, how are you?” Liz inquired, placing her purse on his desk. The simple act of dominance annoyed Bateman. “I’ve been well, Liz. I’ve missed your company. I’m sure you’ve just been suffering without me too.” She chuckled, taking a seat. His office was dead, just like every broker in the building. “I’m not here for games, Bateman. It’s business. Take a seat.” Oh? No games? No joy. “What’s troubling you?” Bateman inquired, both his hands clasped together. His eyes cut into her like razors; blood dripping from her doll-like skin. “Well,” she began. “How’s it feel being one of the last standing? This isn’t looking good. Tell me what you know.”

Patrick scoffed. “Tell you what? That I killed everyone in the building and burned their putrid corpses?”

“There’s a start.” “Oh, don’t be silly, Liz.”

She leaned in close, the air thick with tension. “Patrick.”

She stared into his eyes, counting every lash, every pore, and soon to be every fucking zero after his bail. “I need you to be honest here. Where were you on the night of Paul Allen’s death? And the rest? John Minton? Samantha Higgins? Gustavo King? Come the fuck on, Pat. Tell me.” She stood strong in the face of evil, knowing damned well she could look back without a stitch of doubt, let alone fear. Patrick’s eyes danced around her neck, imagining his hands wrapped around it. His mind raced with the memories.

“It turned you on when I told you how I butchered them all.” Patrick began, a sinister smirk plastered on his face. “Christ, don’t you remember? Soaking your panties when I told you how I bled a man in the tub like a pig?” Fuck. “I know it did. You’re a glutton for punishment - only if you get to watch like a fucking voyeur.

His words made her cringe but she detected no lies. “Patrick. You are far too comfortable.” Bateman laughed. Oh god, how he laughed. “Don’t be silly. Let alone coy, you think I’d forget about you covered in blood while I fucked you next to a corpse?” Elizabeth rolled her eyes, she wasn’t so innocent either. “Correct. Which is evidence enough to throw your ass in jail.” “Pftt… You’d be convicted too! You fucking watched!” Yes, she did. And she enjoyed it. It was sick, it was perverted, but nothing in their lives came normally; god forbid peacefully. Patrick wasn’t wrong, but that was the goddamn problem. “You have no evidence,” Liz replied quickly, a hint of amusement in her voice. “No?”

“No.”

“Pumpkin… I was filming us. You looked so beautiful all splayed out, blood and every other liquid dripping off you. You wouldn’t want that plastered everywhere, would you?” Patrick leaned back in his chair, the black material of his button-up stretching over his powerful biceps. “But you and I both know you can’t live without me and seeing me locked up would crush your precious little heart; even if it is black with rot.” Patrick’s lips curled into a soft smile as Liz looked him up and down. Dare say, he considered it ogling. “I heard you got stood up, by the way. So we will go out tonight. It Looks nice. Wear that tight red dress I got. It makes your ass look like a heart.” Patrick handed her his credit card, the letters P.B engraved on the backside in titanium shimmered under his lights. “Get your hair and nails done too… My treat. Simply because your act was hilarious.”

She snatched his card like a viper. “As if I wouldn’t have blown your money regardless…”

In truth, she’d never throw Patrick under the bus. She was too emotionally involved, invested in his life. Patrick was a constant, one thing she could always rely on. Apart from the never-ending drugs, Patrick was her system, her habit, her vice. Needless to say, his grip on her was monstrous. But she wasn’t the only one wrapped around a finger. Patrick was a slave to her whims, her wishes, her desires. Everything she could want, from the world to a blood diamond, she could have it all.

She gathered her things and just before leaving, she stood still in her tracks. “Don’t get too comfortable, Bateman. I have my ass on the line for you.” That… was an understatement. She was in deep, but Patrick was even deeper.

There was nothing like having a fresh set of gel nails and a new hairstyle. While she was perfectly within her ability to do these things herself, it was nice to use Patrick’s money for a change. It made him feel needed, something he’d never admit. All he wanted was to feel desired like he was a capable man. God knew he was, but Patrick still felt plagued with doubt.

The infamous red dress made an appearance. Strapless and covered in sequence, the red gown draped over her body like a sea of blood. Wrapping, enveloping her skin like a hungry beast. Patrick picked it for her, imagining himself ripping it off like a demon in the night. She stood in the mirror, black stiletto high heels shaping her lean calves. Tight fishnet stretched over her skin, each mole and birthmark adorning her skin visible. Luscious blonde curls draped over her shoulders, body glitter donning her skin like a rare gem. Men would carve her out of the most dangerous and feared mine in the world - just to get a taste of the sweet magnolia perfume she wore like her own skin. Patrick would peel it off like the tender skin of ripe fruit, stripping her down to the bone marrow just to get a small taste.

Her mirror image looked back at her, admiring the life she built for herself. A queen, a she-caligula looked back and laughed at all the times she showed pity on those smaller than her. Patrick was a horrible influence, enhancing the dark heart that slept beneath. Vermilion adorned her lips like blood, with earthy tones on her eyes. Patrick would drop fucking dead when she walked out the door. She was certain Patrick would look just as ravishing.

Chapter 3

Patrick pulled up to her luxury apartment, his driver mentally preparing for the horrors that would be the ride to Dorsia. It was never about the restaurant or the money it took to get in. It was yuppie bragging rights. Even for Liz, it was the ability to brag. She looked down at him from her window, a distance seeming infinite. Never close enough, just on the edge. The space felt liminal, empty, and cold. Her eyes shot down like bullets but the air was bulletproof. She’d kill him by now if the consequence wouldn't be everlasting loneliness that felt more like a punch to the gut. Patrick was the only person on earth who she could tolerate. People were meaningless or a nuisance. Bateman wasn’t a person - rather an entity to walk through life as a shadow. Casting darkness like a stormcloud, he walked.

Liz trekked down the steps, her dress held tightly in her hand. Her heels, a war drum, a tune imitated by many, but mastered by none. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery. Many aspired to be like the woman, her energy wicked, yet influenced by Patrick. He was even more sick than she could hope to be.

The door was already open for her, the only thing missing was a red carpet. Rolled out before her was only Patrick, her feet could crush him like a bug if given the chance. She smiled, her red lips curling. “You look gorgeous, Pumpkin.”

“Thank you, Patrick. Not so shabby yourself, hm?”

“Of course.”

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“I’ll have your lobster bisque and a side salad. The lady will have the salmon mousse and NY Strip. Oh, add dessert while you’re at it. Whatever the chef’s special is.”

The waiter took their order, moving quickly to the kitchen. Patrick was a regular and was painfully critical. If the food wasn’t perfect he’d throw a fit - much like a child. Elizabeth leaned her cheek on her palm, the supple skin pushing up gently. “So,” she began. “What trouble are you in now, Pat?” She shifted hands, using her free one to gently grasp him across the table. “The only trouble that I’m in is the trouble you caused for me, Liz. My dear. My ever-so-sweet darling. You’ve put me in a world of hurt.” He replied, leaning in. His eyes were deep - soft even. He was gentle if only for a moment. “And what do you want me to do about that?” Liz pulled back, looking at the table sitting just behind them. They’d ordered the menu special - funny. The woman sitting behind Patrick looked eerily concerned. “All those men… dead? Gone? I can’t… I hope they catch who is behind these horrific killings.”

Liz smiled. “Horrific?” She repeated quietly, biting her bottom lip. Bateman smiled. “Seemingly so.” That urge came back, fuck. The urge to hurt, the urge to BE hurt. Patrick’s hands began to sweat, and his brow furrowed. Liz knew that look anywhere. She knew that woman’s fate had been sealed the moment she thought of Patrick. Sick, perverted, he was - but god, Liz was just as sick. If she’d sat with Patrick knowing he was this way, there would be two murderers sitting together. She gave him a nod, sealing this stranger’s fate.

Their food arrived and Liz began to dig in. It was perfect, the steak bloody and juicy. The salmon mousse was salty and creamy. Sharp cheese was served on the side with crackers, handmade by the chef’s loving hands. Patrick’s soup was warm, bursting with flavor. They exchanged bites, almost as if sharing a kiss. The act of sharing food was pure, even if it was rotten all the same. A bottle of wine was brought to their table, the waiter pouring glass after glass. The warm fuzzy feeling began to overtake them, the food richer, the air warmer. Everything was bright. Patrick turned to look at the table behind them, spotting another woman gossiping about him. Well - so he thought. He was guilty as charged, blood on his hands could only drip so much until they stained.

“Excuse me, but I’d love to pay for your meal,” Patrick spoke to them. “I don’t mean to be rude, but it seems like your conversation had brought you ladies down. It would make my day to treat you.” Liz smiled, that was her Patrick. “Oh!” They exclaimed. “You are so kind, sir.” If God only knew…

Upon checking out, Patrick added the other table’s meal to his bill. “Thank you so much, sir. It appears angels do exist.” Liz remained quiet and listened intently. The two women were middle-aged, appearing naive but adventurous enough to come home with them. “Perhaps, I could be one, you never know.” Patrick chuckled. “Are you two ladies up for some fun, perhaps? My girlfriend and I…”

The air became thick with suspicion. He was too bold. “I... I’m not sure, sir.”

“Oh, you’ll love it.” Liz chimed in. “We love company.” Patrick had never seen her like this before. “We would love to have you.” Having a woman’s touch never hurts. Liz seemed trusting, and knowing Patrick, this aspect only made his cock throb. Liz could be very convincing when she wanted - and now - she needed this. This release, this ecstasy from the pain and pleasure. She batted her eyelashes across the table and that delicate look seemed to be all it took. “Mhmm… Fine. I like meeting new people anyways. I’m Marion.”

“Marion. This is my boyfriend, Patrick. I’m Elizabeth.”

Chapter 4

Patrick’s apartment is a tomb for many, a chamber of death and destruction for all. “Take a seat,” Liz cooed, slipping off Marion’s jacket. “Wine? Beer? What’s your fancy, sweetheart?” Liz’s fingers trailed over Marion’s shoulder, pushing back her strawberry-red hair. It smelled faintly of a developer and an almond hair mask. Patrick couldn’t contain his excitement. “Would you like something… stronger?” Liz pulled a small baggie of cocaine from her chest, dangling it in front of Marion like a bone to a dog. Marion’s cheeks turned deep pink, her skin hot, the hairs on her neck standing up. “I’ve… never done this.” Liz smiled before laying it out before them. “It’s easy. TOO easy! Just…” She made fine lines on the silver tray in front of them, giving Marion the thinnest line. “Just snort, move along quickly. It’s fucking amazing.” She ran her fingers through Marion’s hair, guiding her head down. She looked behind them, seeing Patrick standing in the hallway, a small hammer in his hands. She gave him a nod, gently scratching Marion’s scalp. She moved her hand to the back of Marion’s neck, leaving space for Patrick to swing.

Crack. Wet matter hit the table, a tooth following after. He hit her again, this time in the side of the cranium. Again. Again. Again. Until blood spattered on Liz, a chunk of brain rolling down her chest. “Finally!” Bateman shouted. “Fucking FINALLY!” He grabbed Marion’s neck, pulling her close to him. He pulled fragments of her skull off, dropping them at his feet. Her heart had long since stopped, the blunt impact deadly enough to end her life on the second swing. Dare - you could say she didn’t know what hit her. His hands were shaking from the thrill. Blood covered his face, his hair stained and now crusty with the fluid. Cold, nothing but cold air filled the room. The brain matter on Liz’s chest was now on the floor, along with an ocean of blood and flesh.

She grabbed her boyfriend’s hand, stopping him for only a moment. She ran his hand down her face, leaving a trail of blood behind. He smelled like crushed bones and cologne. Liz felt the blood dry on her skin. Patrick’s hand ran down to her breast, the blood following. “You’re so damned hot,” he spoke. He pressed his other hand into the pool of blood, gathering a small amount in his hand before smearing it all over Liz’s chest and neck. His handprints tattooed her skin, from her cheeks down to the now exposed flesh on her back. “Take me, Patrick,” She begged, running her sticky fingers in his hair. The blood was horrid, the stickiness, the smell. They didn’t give a shit, all they needed was each other. Patrick peeled off her underwear, his following shortly. He laid her back in the ever-growing pool of blood on the floor. Her heart raced, her body excited with the idea of being fucked next to a corpse. Patrick dove into her pussy, lapping at her like a man starved. He gave her no warmup, the anticipation driving them both insane. He reached up to tease her nipples, her skin aching with the pain of his grip, but his skin was so sweet against her. She planted herself in the pool of blood, wrapping one of her nimble legs around his head as her orgasm approached. He ran his tongue in sharp, rough circles over her clit. Her hands slipped in the blood, her body writhing in the intense pleasure. She sang his name like a symphony, an orchestrated show for the wicked. He brought his bloodied hand to her clit, his mouth leaving her sex for only a moment. His mouth was covered in crimson, a perfect mix of her juice and Marion’s blood. He smacked her clit before rubbing it how she liked it. He knew her body like the back of his hand. Liz writhed like she was being tortured, the pleasure intense it almost hurt. “Fucking cum for me, fucking cum for me. Look at all this blood and cum at the thought of it. That’s my sweet girl. That’s right.”

Liz swatted his hand away, seconds away from her climax. “I want to fucking ride you as we look at the mess you made. My Patrick.” She pushed him onto his back, grabbing his gorgeous cock in her hands. She planted her mouth on him, taking him to the back of her throat, swirling her tongue over his swollen tip. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her head down to his pubic hair. He cursed a thousand curses before pulling her head up. Her face was strung with tears, her lips swollen and her nose bleeding from the cocaine use. She crawled on top of him like a fucking terror from hell. She positioned herself on his perfect cock, leaving a bloody handprint on his chest, right where his beating heart was. She rode his cock, grinding her clit against him in the process. “Fuck, fuck. Yes. Ride my fucking cock, Liz. Fucking ride me, my darling.” She used his chest as support, her nails flicking over his nipples, sending him into a fucking frenzy. “Such a sensitive boy, eh? Like having your nipples played with? Oh, my sweet, sweet Patrick.” Her other hand wrapped around his supple neck, her grip much stronger than he anticipated. He bucked his hips like a madman, his vision slowly blurring. She was drenched in blood but damn - she never looked better.

Patrick whined as he climaxed so hard he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skull. “Cum for me, Patrick. Cum for me, please, oh please.” She brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing frantically in an attempt to cum with him. She continued to bounce on his cock, their skin slapping together, much like that hammer smacked into Marion’s head.

They collapsed next to the corpse, its eyes still open and cold. A gray cast overtook the lifeless eyes. Liz swallowed, her naked body on display for the corpse. Patrick caught his breath, pulling Liz next to him. “If you ever tell anyone about this,” he began…

“I’ll kill you myself, but I’ll keep your body to fuck.” He smiled softly, kissing the top of her head. “Likewise, Bateman. Fess up and they’ll never find your body. But like you, I’d ride your corpse into the afterlife. Lots of women used to attend hangings just to see a hard cock.”

Patrick smiled. “Well, you don’t need to hang me to see my dick hard. Trust me.”

Author’s note: HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! IM INSANE!!!!!! <333

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Meet the tenyi monks. The tenyi style of martial art uses the four elements of water fire earth and wind which is combined with wood or dendro and light and darkness. There must be a balance with the elements cause too much can cause disaste especially dark cause that is what drove their master mad.

Meet Monk of the tenyi or li Qiang. He is a very determined and curious individual or his personality is that of a Shonen protag. Then we have shaman of the tenyi or Chang Guang or jie Chang. Jie is a master of the tenyi style. She worked at the monastery as a shrine maiden which is basically the female monks of the monastery. She is Li Qiang's master. Their original master went insane and with too much dark power. If you notice the dragons that come out of them that is them using the martial art. They have different affinities depending on the person. Li has an affinity with earth while Jie has an affinity with water earth and fire.

Then we go to the tenyi spirits. The spirits all represent their specific element and I will tell you where they where found in Liyue. These spirits are manifestation of their respective elements. They are all named after the seven chakras in Buddhism.

First we have adhara the sprit of earth. It is found up the tops liyue's mountains. The name adhara comes from the name muladhara the first chakra. Second we have Nahata who represents wind and was found in on a cliff near dragon spine mountain. Nahata comes from anahata which represents the fourth chakra. Third we have sthana which represents water and was found in where the icejade stayed in. Surprisingly was not aggressive to them cause most of the time they are aggressive with their territory but Sthana seems to like the icejade cause of them being combined with their element. Sthana comes from Svadhishthama which represents the second chakra. Then finally we have Mapura which represents fire and the name comes from Manipura or the third chakra. It was found in underneath a cavern deep in the chasm.

Then we meet the duo of Light and dark.

First up we have vishuda who represents darkness. Vishuda is not actually evil just the element is easy to sway into evil. Vishuda is considered the hardest element to master cause of its very uncontrollable nature but if mastered correctly could be one of the strongest people. Vishuda is found in adzdha's domain. Vishuda comes from Vishudda or the fifth chakra. Here is ashuna who represents light. It is one the hardest to master cause you actually have to meet the ashuna and he must let you master his element and only appears to the good of heart. Ashuna comes from ajna the sixth chakra.

If you master all the six elements you meet sahasrara which represents the seventh chakra and has the exact name of the chakra.

Here is some things that tied all three yugioh groups in liyue together. Here is how the adepti characters meet the tenyi duo. The two monks where practicing their martial arts when they were interrupted by xiao ganyu and Shenhe. They were observing the duo and interested in learning what they were doing. Right as xiao was about to ask what they were doing. The duo felt something of like a dark presence. The duo explained their is a dark energy coming from somewhere and wanted to find it and explain that vishuda or a dark spirit is inside adzdaha's domain without knowing it was adzdaha's domain. They ran as fast as possible and found out some people are possed by dark energy leaking from vishuda. Then they went in to find the source and saw it was adzdaha being powered up. They stalled azdaha. On the other side Agel started running cause she sensed some people where in danger. Agel asked sthana if she can ride them to help the people in danger. Sthana flew as fast as possible and zhongli some of the adepti a few members of the liyue qixing changying and kingfisher talked to Acti and said to her they could ride him if they need to. Acti said they could ride kingfisher and they chased sthana. As soon as they arrived the tenyi duo where almost about to get crushed and then a miracle happened a little girl appeared and started to sing. Agel started to sing her mother's Lullaby after giving birth to her before she died. As soon as the duo where about to be crushed azdaha stopped and started to kneel and felt relaxed and finally feel asleep. Vishuda was now calm and started to bow. Xiao's karmic debt started to disappear when she was singing suddenly the tenyi spirits appeared and started to bow. The icejade and swordsoul started to bow and the adepti and the tenyi duo started to kneel at her show of power out of respect. Then all of a sudden sahasrara appeared and gave her a tiny whistle and then gave the tiny creator a whistle saying from now and to forever more the tenyi will serve the icejade no matter what dimension they are or whatever form the tenyi take as the yang zing or the tenyi of now they will protect the icejade. Then the giant dragon and the rest of the tenyi spirits disappeared. Except for sthana and the place where the icejade are staying in are know being protected by the tenyi and they gave icejade that where staying their the whistle Agel got and that explains why the icejades have those necklaces. During that time changying started to cry cause that song was the last words his wife said before she died. As soon as the giant dragon left Agel ran up to her father and hugged him. The others stopped kneeling as soon as she hugged changying . The duo then rushed over and asked what happened. Changying explained that the song she sang was the creator's Lullaby or the song of life. The duo explained the spirits that appeared are elementals and seemed to have bowed to her and explained that the she is a fragment of the creator. Changying said that the fragment of the creator is her mother who died but then it dawned on him when a fragment of the creator dies the fragment is always passed down to their child if they have any. They made the two must vow to never say anything about what happened here to the tenyi duo.

If you want to hear what the icejade Lullaby is called look up the song lost in thoughts from fire emblem fates the birthright one.

#sagau #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau cult au #genshin impact sagau #yugioh x genshin sagau crossover

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Jujutsu Kaisen curse technique idea : Cursed incense

Cursed incense : when Cursed incense is activated it allows it’s user to summon one seed a day that is about the size of an apple seed, when planted it will spawn a plant similar to the plant known as the “Poppy Anemone” with the only difference being the plant having a simple open eye symbol in a dark purple on the inside of the petals. When the plant is dried it can be turned into 4 different kinds incense which grants the pant it’s true power which does 4 different things.

— Incense of Awakening: When this incense is burned and inhaled by a living organism it will trigger their ability to see curse energy and sprits followed shortly after activating their ability to use their curse energy and then after this their innate curse technique will activate. this incense smells like the favorite but weak scent of whoever smells it such as baking, laundry or even herbal scents.

It takes only 3 to 4 minutes for it to work but the actual awakening varies from person to person. The petals of the plant are used to make this incense.

— Incense of Blood: When this incense is burned and inhaled it allows it’s user to be able to turn their innate curse technique into a inherited curse technique which allows their future generations to inherit their curse technique, but it doesn’t block inheritors of the inherited curse technique from developing their own innate curse technique which would allow future generations to become increasingly stronger with multiple techniques.

This incense is described to smell like old paper, petrichor, smocked herbs or old wood. it takes about 30 minutes to take effect and once the process is complete the user’s nose will slowly drip blood once past the 30 minute mark as a sign of it working. The stem is used to make this incense.

— Incense of Lazarus: when this incense is burned near a grave, remains of a dead person or a photo or belonging of the deceased it turns said deceased individual into a new category of cursed spirit which is similar to the category known as vengeful cursed spirits but unlike traditional vengeful or normal cursed spirits the spirits created by the combination of the incense of the soul of the deceased individual creates a spirit with it’s human memories and emotions completely intact and have a small amount of reversed curse energy flowing inside of them which makes these spirits feel different from traditional curse spirits. These “normal” spirits essentially act as they did when they we’re human but have bodies completely comprised of both curse energy and reversed curse energy and a side effect of this transformation causes the new spirit body of the individual to represent them more from the contents of their soul along with their likes and interests and of course their curse technique but they can still transform their spirit body into their previous human body on instinct along with a plethora of forms but these forms take concentrationto make permanent instead of time limited causing these “Normal spirits” to meditate in order for them to make this new form permanent for the spirit and the second side effect is that the resurrected individual to either develop a curse technique in the event they didn’t have one in their human life or further strengthening their pre-existing curse technique which can allow originally inexperienced sorcerers to develop a domain expansion as a spirit.

This incense is scentless and only works when the entire incense stick is burned out which means that if the incense is for some reason interrupted like being put out by water forces the users to restart the process and if somebody with a heavenly restricted body like Maki is reborn with this incense makes them temporarily come back to life as a normal human but still can’t use curse energy and only have a week before they return to the land of the dead. The roots of the plant are used to make this incense.

— Incense of Reunions: when this incense is burned near the remains or grave of a dead person or a item related to the deceased individual the smock turns into a window into the world of the dead allowing people to communicate with the dead like they would on a video chat or FaceTime.

The smock window lasts as long as the incense is burning and the incense is scentless and the smocks doesn’t actually obey the wind even if a hurricane is happening the window will remain stable so long as the incense stick is burning. The leaves of the plant are used to make this incense.

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK (said immensely positively) this is the coolest thing in the whole world ?! your brain must be a magical place, I want to live in there for a while if you don’t mind…

#inbox friends #jjk

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m00r3-starzz · 2 years

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“Please keep everything in order.”

“Black coffee cookie, it is nice to see you.”

Name: black coffee cookie

Rank: epic

Lines: mid-lines

Class: magic

Skill: coffee explosion

Skill quote: “KNOW YOUR PLACE!”

Relationships:

Demon eye cookie-fear

“stay away from me demon..”

Angelic sword cookie-friendly

“Thank you for saving me..”

Espresso cookie-family

“We need to talk, more often.”

Latte cookie-family

“Always makes me smile..”

Affogato cookie-tension

“You..are two faced..”

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“Those who summon me, crumble immediately..”

“You’re a fool to call to me..”

Name: demon eye cookie

Rank: legendary

Lines: front lines

Class: magic

Skill: eyes of sin

Skill quote: “your mine now..”

Relationships:

Darkness- friendly

“Hehe..you and i aren’t all different “

Angelic-hate

“I despise you more than anything..”

Black coffee-tension

“You want knowledge, yet you run from me..how odd..”

Fire sprit-hate

“If I poured water on you, would you live?”

Timekeeper-friendly

“This is who you were meant to be..”

Millennial tree-HATE

“I’ll burn you down and take your spot.”

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“I know what makes cookies good and evil..”

“Judgment day is apon you..”

Name: Angelic sword cookie

Rank: legendary

Lines: mid

Class: charge or healer

Skill: eyes of heaven

Skill quote: “BEGONE FOUL DEMON!”

Relationships:

Black coffee cookie-friendly

“I’m at your service when ever you need me..”

Demon eye cookie-hate

“GET AWAY FOUL BEAST”

Diablo cookie-friendly

“Really nice to me..”

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“I know many cookies pains, including yours”

“Let me heal your sorrows..”

Name: Rose moon cookie

Rank: legendary

Lines: back-lines

Class: healer

Skill: rose blessing

Skill quote: “i shall bless you!”

Relationships: wip

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“Come, Come, come! I won’t harm you!”

“Why are you running from me..?”

Name: toy creator cookie

Rank: legendary

Lines: front

Class: magic or ambush

Skill: toy mishmash

Skill quote: “ATTACK THEM, MY FRIENDS!”

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@rebuilding-paradise @r0gu3f0rt-c00ki3-simp @kaylikestodrawlittlenightmares @your-nyacromancer-sacred

MY HANDS HURT-

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siremasterlawrence · 2 years

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Locking In a Hemsworth

Part 1

Chris Hemsworth is running out of the cool, blue and clear ocean water.

It’s a beautiful beach locale in Australia for his break, and he almost naked.

I paid a fortune for a personal photographer to follow him all day.

Chris grabs his surf board placing it under his arms.

Racing to the safety of his beach umbrella protecting him from the sun.

He lays back on to the beach towel with his body glistening in the sunlight.

“Hey Chris, Chris Hemsworth”

“Fuck Off! damn photographers”

“Piss off!”

“Relax! Stare into the light and let it flash you away.”

“What the…..uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhh”

“That’s better Chris rise to your feet, stand up and follow me.”

“Who are you? What’s your name?”

“Chris Hemsworth”

“You are my slave “

“Yes, I am your slave”

“Open your mind, embrace the darkness and be mine”

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuuhhhhh! I can’t, I won’t, you can’t make me, and I give in.”

Part 2

Across the ocean far off from the beach his brother Liam is sailing away.

He stops the boat walking out of the sailing seat and staring into the sun.

He stares into the sun letting hit his eyes as it glows in his face.

What he does not know is that I am on his boat at the moment.

I sneak out of the lower cabin walking onto the main deck with a rag.

“Sorry Liam, but I can’t let you go.”

“Mmmmffffffhhhhhh”

“Zip it”

“Submit to me completely Liam, I am in truly all that matters.”

“I am your God”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“His May I please you?”

“Face me”

“Yes Master”

“Kneel”

“Remove my pants and grab my cock”

“Mmmmmmm”

“Hey babe”

“Sweet cock”

“Do you think so?”

“How about this?”

“Ouch! I love that snap”

“Fuck off! Suck me dry”

Part 3

Luke Hemsworth is pretty crazy because he is everything to me now.

I am truly a gifted person calling Chris and very Liam.

They call over Luke to find him in front of his mirror.

I placed a needle in my hand letting the serum rise into the air.

It shoots upward into the air as the liquid sprits out.

The handle works well so I inject it into Luke’s neck.

“Bros, what’s up?”

“Let me go”

“Nnnnnoooo!”

“Fuck that hurt”

“Why?”

“I must obey”

“I will obey”

“Kneel”

“Suck my cock”

“Taste my pee”

“Smell my pits”

“Yyyyeeeeessss”

The end

#Birthday Bash

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legend-collection · 2 years

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Jumbee

A jumbee, jumbie, mendo or chongo in Colombia and Venezuela is a type of mythological spirit or demon in the folklore of some Caribbean countries. Jumbee is the generic name given to all malevolent entities. There are numerous kinds of jumbees, reflecting the Caribbean’s complex history and ethnic makeup, drawing on African, Amerindian, East Indian, Dutch, English, and even Chinese mythology.

Different cultures have different concepts of jumbees, but the general idea is that people who have been evil are destined to become instruments of evil (jumbee) in death. Unlike the ghost folklore which represents a wispy fog-like creature, the jumbee casts a dark shadowy figure.

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People in English-speaking Caribbean states that were colonized by the British commonly believe in this creature. The belief is also held by practitioners of Obeah, a form of mystical wizardry that encompasses traditional African beliefs and Western European, primarily Anglican, images and beliefs concerning the dead. Guyana, and various islands—including Antigua and Barbuda in the east, The Bahamas in the north and as far south as Trinidad—have long held a tradition of folklore that includes the jumbee.

In the French islands Guadeloupe and Martinique, people speak of Zombi rather than Jumbie to describe ghosts, revenants and other supernatural creatures. The Étang Zombi in Guadeloupe owes its name to the legend of the wife of a slaver who was killed by her husband for trying to free his slaves and now haunts the pond.

The people of the Congo speak of what they believe to be a Nfumbi—ancestral ghost—which could be related to the word Jumbie. Trinidad and Tobago

A Moko jumbie is a protecting spirit in Trinidad and Tobago.

The Bahamas

As Elsie Worthington Clews Parsons captured in an 1918 transcription of an old Bahamian story, the jumbee in Jamaica is often called a "sprit": "Dese sprits which you call witch people, dey lives in de air."

Jamaica and Barbados

In Jamaica and Barbados, a jumbee is called a duppy.

Montserrat

In the folk religion of Montserrat, a jumbie is a ghost, or spirit of the dead. Jumbies are said to possess people during ceremonies called jumbie dances, which are accompanied by jumbie drums. Four couples perform a set of five progressively quicker quadrilles during the jumbie dance, switching out with other couples until someone is eventually possessed by a jumbie.

Jumbies receive numerous small offerings from Montserratians, such as a few drops of rum or food. They are also the subject of numerous superstitions. It is believed that the spirit separates from the body three days after death, at which point the havoc begins. Jumbies are believed to have the ability to shape-shift, usually taking the form of a dog, pig, or more likely, a cat.

There are many recommended ways to avoid or escape jumbie encounters:[citation needed]If a pair of shoes is left outside the front door of a house, jumbies (who have either no feet at all, or backwards feet) will spend the entire night trying and failing to put on the shoes, rather than entering the house. Jumbies are similarly distracted by a heap of sand or salt or rice outside a door, since their obsessive curiosity (particularly in the case of the Firerass, or ole Higue) compels them to count every grain before the sun rises. Likewise, a rope with many knots in it will keep a jumbie busy trying to undo them until sunrise. Upon coming home late at night, walking backwards may prevent a jumbee from following one inside. If a jumbee chases a person, crossing a river may stop them; since it is believed that jumbees, like their relatives in numerous cultures, cannot follow over water.

#jumbee #caribbean #americas #africa #asia #Youtube

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Story Chapter

Agent Looker sighs as they exit Azelf cave carrying the unconscious Subway Boss in his arms , the Champion of Sinnoh Lucas following closely worriedly glancing at the unconscious man in white holding their hat that fell off when he collapsed .

^ You sure he be ok? ^ the teen asks as they observe the area quietly

Looker hums - I’m sure he be fine like i said it’s most likely mental and physical exhaustion , he has hardly taken a break from his quest to find his brother and been rushing ahead.

The Agent looks down at the said man , he is barely smile at best his mouth is a netruel line , dark bags under his eyes and messy silver hair , once again some blood dropped down their nose and chin from Azelf trial of will.

-When we get to the pokémon Centre we will have him checked out properly , for now let’s cross the lake we used a borrowed boat do you happen to have a pokémon that can tow us ? It cut down the travel time-

He suggests placing the man in the boat and pulling out a tissue to wipe the blood then sit in said boat, Lucas follows nodding and unleashing a Gyrados , hopping in the boat he pats the giant pokémon and offers them a rope.

^ Hey girl can you tow us across?^

Looker quickly ties the ropes other end to the boat as the pokémon nods , bites down at the offered item and starts swimming, all the while Emmet still stays unconscious .

-This man won’t last long if he continues like this- he sighs quietly to himself then flinched as he feels a presence land on his shoulders , the familiar Shiny Mesprite appearing wrapped around him.

~ Agreed which is why we should keep him bed bound for a few days now that we have one last trial left~ the psychic pokémon says

Looker nods -Y-yes ahem...please don’t do that , i rather you not sneak up on me -

That just gets a amused look from the mythical as they reach shore , Lucas jumping out as Sprit floats off the Agents shoulders making him relax from his tense stance and he bends down to pick up Emmet , as they hop out the boat Sprit suddenly dissapears with a cautious trill making Looker tense once more.

-.......Sprit?-

^Uh why did they?^

~ Danger ! Dodge now!~ the trill echoes in their head and Lucas yelps jumping backwards as a dark pulse barely misses him , Looker curses as he searches the tree line for the attacker and wonders where he could get the STILL knocked out Subway Boss to safely ,he really should get himself a new pokémon partner soon.

The Agents thoughts are interupted as a Purugly appears with an assortment of other pokémon raging from Driftblims , Onix and a Magnimite which unleashed a thunder bolt at Lucas Gyrados hitting it HARD, the hulking beast refuses to go down in one hit though as Lucas calls out a move , dragon tail .

^ I recognise that Purrugly!^

-Me too..- Looker frowns as a familiar Team Galatic Commander walks over the red head smiling , behind her multiple grunts with more pokémon with them , they look slightly different their uniforms having decals that resemble constellations or gas clouds in space .

‘ Well well well , if it ain’t Agent Looker and Champion Lucas , thought you seen the last of us huh?’

^ After the multiple failed attempts after Cyrus ditched your butts yea!^ Lucas huffs his Gyrados roaring threateningly

Mars huffs ‘ Cyrus did not ditch us! he just achieved his vision! back then we didn’t know how to continue without him, but now we do! we’re gonna reach beyond the stars! and you three are gonna help’

The Commander grins sharply and Lucas scoffs ^ Yea right! Gyra ! Use Ice Fang! ^

Gyrados roars and aims for the Purugly which Mars commands to dodge and unleash a thunder bolt hitting the water pokémon directly that couple with the first one cause the giant to fall , Lucas recalling and cursing he grabs another pokeball ready to fight some more when .

‘ NOW USE IT NOW!’

Mars yells and suddenly the grunts behind her throw out weird devices that blue lights turn on and pulse , unleashing a massive power wave that hits the trainers and Agent causing them to cry out and collapse, Looker trying hard not to drop Emmet as he falls to his knees , gritting his teeth .

‘You like that? Pulse Pullers they create a powerful pulse that can affects ones personal gravity of course it’s mainly for subduing but can do a few other things , now join your nap like your buddy there cause your coming with us’

she snaps her fingers and a Roserade walks up to them covering them in sleep powder , the two try to stay awake but ultimately succumb falling asleep.

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6 hours later::

Emmet groans having a pounding headache as he slowly rises to consciousness , his brow furrowing as his hazy mind tries to put together what has happened , he slowly blinks his eyes as feeling comes back then suddenly startled jolting awake at an uncomfortable feeling .

Looking to his arms he is alarmed to see himself chained , arms raised up with strange shackles with blue lights on them that seem to suppress his time powers? How he knows that is confusing as it doesn’t feel like it’s flowing as freely as it has been before , the Subway Boss looks around the strange room he is suspended in , steel grey walls with steel grey blue , a few tech things he doesn’t understand or know.

All n all pretty dull in Emmets opinion and a bit irked as he realises he is missing his Conductor coat and hat, including gloves he feels a bit to vulnerable .

: Finally awake i see:

A male sauve voice calls out catching Emmets attention , a man with deep blue hair that’s frankly in a horrid hair style walks up to him with a smirk.

: Hello mister Emmet or should i say Subway Boss or is it Subway Master? ah whatever you call yourself now a days :

The Consuctor hums “ Hmmm I am Emmet do i know you?”

:Hah no i suppose you wouldn’t being from Unova hm? I’m Saturn Commander of Team Cosmic Galatic:

That makes Emmet raise a brow , he has heard of Team Galatic but Cosmic? Must be a new faction after the first failed honestly same thing happened with Team Plasma.

“I see , well Mister Saturn i am on a tight schedule and would like you to release me “ he tugs a little on his shackles

:Afraid not , you see we found it oh so curious how a famous Subway Boss travelling from Unova to Hoenn to Johto THEN here to Sinnoh quite intresting and more so when we heard you are taking on TRIALs from the lake guardians especially of your new found POWERS:

The Subway Boss can’t help feel a little nervous at this how did they even hear about his powers? Has he been tailed this whole time? Suppose he wouldn’t know for sure considering he has been on a one track mind this entire time , Looker and Sprit have been really carrying him through this , that makes him jolt suddenly at a thought.

“Where is Mister Looker and Sprit ?”

Saturn hums : Ah the Interpol Agent is locker away for now as for this Sprit you speak of, its that gold Mesprite yes? They seemed to have alluded us for now:

:But enough of all that , your here for a reason your gonna be a valuable assets for us :

“Your verrrrry dumb if you think i’ll work for you”

:Willingly yes i understand you have trouble to do so but with some persuasion, we’ll we do have leverage not only with Looker but also the Champion Lucas and if THAT still doesn’t help you be friendly with us :

Saturn walks over to a consolconputed of sorts and press a button .

Suddenly Emmet is screaming , unnatural energy, electricity is shooting through himnot only that it feels like it’s like it’s invading his body but ALSO taking from his body, his powers he can feel the shackle device DRAINING it forcefully and fuck fuck fuck !!! Does it burn!

Then electricity suddenly stops and Emmet heaves ,twitches and gasps coughing his head hung low , once he gets his breath back he looks up slowly red rings around his silver eyes as anger builds up and he glares at Saturn.

: That’s certainly a death glare, how intresting : the commander comes closer and lifts the conductors chin to get a good look at his eyes to see if the red is really there.

:Wonder what other physical effects those powers of yours have you? The red around the irises is certainly menacing, moving on though here’s the million dollar question:

he lets go of Emmets chin and steps away

: Are you gonna co-operate willingly? or we gonna take what we want painfully and forcefully:

“..............What do you even want with my powers?.....”

:What a stupid question but i’ll humour you, Time is infinite, time is powerful, fragile, multiple yada yada so much can be done with time, and to have such powers we could do anything with it, reshape the world like Cyrus dreamt off but in OUR version , alter history , create new futures , extend beyond our planet, stars and worlds it’s just so much! but of course we need trial runs so once you give us what we want we will start with your Brother:

Emmet jerks up and snarls his ever present smile dissapearing for the moment .

“MY BROTHER HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!”

Saturn laughs : Really? Isn’t he the whole reason your on this quest? searching through time for him? Lend us your powers and together we can find him:

Emmet grits his teeth baring them his smile slowly etching back on his face looking manic .

“You must be reaaaaaallly stupid if you think you can emotionally manipulate me into surrending so easily “

The Commander sighs finger hovering over the button .

: Can’t say i didn’t try , though remember. : Saturn stares at the Subway Boss in the eyes .

:You brought this on yourself and have no one else to blame:

he presses the button and Emmet screams as electricity is brough back to life and courses through his body while simultaneously his powers are taken and drained from his body , Saturn leaves after setting a timer .

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After one week of torture, Emmet still refuses Saturn’s offer , even after his friends are threatened he refuses , these powers were given to him by Celibi , the pokémon trusts him with such powers .

He will not break

In one week Agent Looker managed to escape with Lucas along withSprits help who teleported in but was injured greatly during the escape leaving Emmet still in Team Cosmic Galatic’s hands .

Emmet is thrilled at hearing gossiping grunts vent in frustration at the news , he hopes they weren’t hurt to badly.

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Two days after week one , Agent Looker and Champion Lucas prepare to storm the headquarters .

Emmet hangs limp in his shackles when the attack happens after barely staying conscious to listen to Saturn’s rambles about what his powers could do and blah blah blah , it’s all gibberish at this point and frustration as they realise since their forcing it out of the Subway Bosses very veins it crumbles and fails to store away properly .

Saturn huffs : All we want is to see what you can TRULY do, do this for us and you will be freed:

> EXPLOSION<

A sudden explosion and rumbling makes Saturn yelp as he is lurched foward stumbling standing he looks around as the power cuts out teeth gritting and yelling orders to the grunts .

Then theirs chains creaking , metal screeching and clanging as they are continuously pulled and thrashed against before snapping and popping and footsteps hit the ground, the commander looks over to their prisoner as emergency lights shine above them, blood pours down from the still shackled but freed man skin around the edges turning a sick purple black as bruises form mixed with red.

“You wanna know what i can do?”

Emmets head shoots up arms raises smile absolutely mad and manic , the skin under his eyes black and irisis circled by red as blue energy forms around his hands .

I’LL SHOW YOU!!

Saturn and the grunts scream.

#art #pokemon #Story Chapter #i lost count #SubwayBossEmmet #TeamCosmicGalatic #TeamGalaticFaction #won’t survive long #AgentLooker #ChampionLucas #SpritheMesprite #blood #someblood #Torture

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