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the-kr8tor · 5 months

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After the Fall

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, set after 'The Fall'. The aftermath of either endings you chose. TW blood, TW gore, TW Death, TW animal injury, CW implied violence, CW body horror. Fae au lore

A/N: Surprise! Have a lil something that's been eating at me since TF ended. The series is a must read for you to understand this one 🫶

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The large doors dance in the freezing blizzard. It's sound clunking and banging against the ancient walls of Mudwood Manor. Miguel wades through the ankle deep snow, the ice freezing him to the bone, the snowflakes pricking his skin instead of the gentle kiss it usually brings.

The fog obscures the Manor, but before he even steps inside, he knows there's something wrong, from how the wind howls right in his ears, whispering death and blood. After living in the cursed place since birth he just knows. It's just like that morning again. He dreads going inside his own home.

Something horrific lies inside.

The smell hits him first, the rot and decay of flesh and bones. His boots thump loudly in the dead quiet, he doesn't want to disturb whatever awaits him inside or it might just wake up.

He walks on something soft, the squelch sending shivers down his spine.

His eyes stay ahead of him like an army man, his hand shakes as Miguel finally sees the once pristine Manor.

There's dried blood on the walls, painting the oak in a morbid artwork. The sharp pieces of his mother's old vase lie across the floor, dotting it like sharp edged stars.

There's a hand, a kneecap, and a head turned home for the maggots right next to his father's armchair.

His heart pounds against its confines. Palms sweating on the leather straps of his bag. Even the strong stomached would empty out their dinner after seeing all the gore laid out in front of him.

Miguel's eyes search for you, the picture from your resume serves as his reminder of what you look like. Carefully moving along the bloodied mess, he looks under a mauled body for you.

Nothing.

On the couch there's only a severed arm on the expensive leather. He hopes that you still live, that you're still hiding somewhere, thinking that these people were still after you.

He sees a gun on the ground crawling with black spiders.

Miguel knows you're not here anymore.

But he still hopes, prays that you're hidden beneath the floorboards or inside the wardrobe. So he yells your name, his voice bouncing off the gut filled walls.

Nothing.

He screams again, his tonsils hurt but he continues to yell again. There's scattered teeth near his boots. Again. There's a fountain pen covered in dried blood, the finger prints still dirtying the silver. Again. There's bloodied fur on the ground next to the gun. Nellie

He changes course. “Nellie!”

Nothing.

“Fuck! Come on old girl, where are you?!” Miguel hears metal clinking upstairs.

He jogs up to the stairs, avoiding coagulated blood on the narra. There's dog footprints on it, hope blossoms in his chest.

Your bedroom doors are open, burst at the hinges. The smell is much worse in the smaller space. A splattering of blood decorates your floors. A body lies cold, the face completely gone, unrecognizable.

Miguel hears a whine from your bed, he turns around to see Nellie curled around herself, eyes big and watery, her snout covered in gore.

“Nellie” He says softly, walking over the corpse to get to her.

She whines sadly, huffing yet her tail is straight and alert.

“You're alright now, girl. Nothing’s gonna happen” Miguel sits on your bed carefully so he doesn't disturb the sheets you've left.

Nellie whines again, nuzzling the sheets that still smell like you.

“It was her again, huh?” He pets Nellie behind her ear, Miguel feels the matted fur. “You alright?”

It's not his first time encountering death in the manor, he'll bury the dead and scrub the floors and walls clean but he'll still know that blood was spilled in his family home, crimson once flowed between the gaps in the floorboards like a river. He'd know that you once lived here, and that he was too stupid to ignore the signs. Miguel's mind races with what ifs but he could only cling to Nellie who's been here before him, and who will be here after he leaves this life.

Nellie closes her eyes painfully. She's still hurting. She feels you in the trees, she still smells your scent that's slowly fading away but she can't feel you anymore. She can't feel your soul anymore.

She failed. Again.

She should've tried harder this time, warned you, hell, even bit you just so you could stay away. But her aging mind prevents her from doing that. Centuries of sorrow and blood have fogged up her mind, her vision wasn't what it once was. Her claws are not as sharp as before. But she had hope this time, hoped that you'd stay away from the woods, hope that you won't fall for him once again.

But hope is a fickle thing, she shouldn't have relied on it.

As if Miguel knows what she's thinking, he whispers. “Not your fault, it was destined. But I'm still sorry. I don't know what happened here or what has become of her but…you can rest now, I'm here and when you wake up we'll wait, then you can try again”

She nuzzles against Miguel's hand. Remembering the day she first met you, all kind eyes and soft touches, you had heart and she's willing to protect that no matter how long it takes. Whether you've finally decided to break the cycle or you chose to continue once again like the hundred versions of you have done before you. She'd shield you, help you in finally ending the rotten fate that has befallen you.

Until you fall again, she'll be there.

A/N: to all the lovelies who read TF, thank you! This one is for you 🫶

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omgthatdress · 1 year

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Samantha and Nellie both received winter ensembles for the release of Samantha: An American Girl Holiday.

Nellie’s coat fits the popular shape of the day. The fur trim, however, looks like it’s leopard trim, which didn’t come into style until the 1920s and 30s.

(The Met Museum)

Samantha’s coat is pretty grown-up looking.

Realistically, she’d still be wearing something warm, but a lot less fussy.

#1900s #American Girl #Samantha

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faintingheroine · 1 year

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Heathcliff Was Never Cathy’s Brother or Her Possible Brother In The Eyes of Society But a Friend and Later a Possible Romantic Partner

“Cathy sat up late, having a world of things to order for the reception of her new friends: she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one;”

Here Heathcliff is equated with Edgar and Isabella as Cathy’s friend.

“An unfeeling child,” I thought to myself; “how lightly she dismisses her old playmate’s troubles”.

A playmate

“I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual. I marvelled much how he, with a mind to correspond with his person, could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw”.

Equations continue

“I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now;”

Cathy herself thinks of marrying Heathcliff and dismissed it because of money and social class

“I want to cheat my uncomfortable conscience, and be convinced that Heathcliff has no notion of these things. He has not, has he? He does not know what being in love is!”

“I see no reason that he should not know, as well as you,” I returned; “and if you are his choice, he’ll be the most unfortunate creature that ever was born! As soon as you become Mrs. Linton, he loses friend, and love, and all!”

Nelly thinks it is nothing unnatural for Cathy to be Heathcliff’s choice to fall in love with. It is a perfectly natural thought for both of them.

““She’s ill,” said Hindley, taking her wrist; “I suppose that’s the reason she would not go to bed. Damn it! I don’t want to be troubled with more sickness here. What took you into the rain?”

“Running after t’ lads, as usuald!” croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity from our hesitation to thrust in his evil tongue. “If I war yah, maister, I’d just slam t’ boards i’ their faces all on ’em, gentle and simple! Never a day ut yah’re off, but yon cat o’ Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoo’s a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i’ t’ kitchen; and as yah’re in at one door, he’s out at t’other; and, then, wer grand lady goes a-courting of her side! It’s bonny behaviour, lurking amang t’ fields, after twelve o’ t’ night, wi’ that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I’m blind; but I’m noan: nowt ut t’ soart!—I seed young Linton boath coming and going, and I seed yah” (directing his discourse to me), “yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th’ house, t’ minute yah heard t’ maister’s horse-fit clatter up t’ road.””

In this underrated passage, Joseph complains to Hindley that Cathy is hanging out with boys. Boys being both Heathcliff and Edgar.

Everyone (including Heathcliff and Cathy themselves) sees Heathcliff as a potential partner for Catherine.

They always call him her “friend” never her brother.

The only instance of it is Edgar scolding her to not greet “a runaway servant as a brother”.

Other than that reference, no one, no one sees Heathcliff as Cathy’s brother.

So can this myth of “everyone suspecting that Heathcliff is Earnshaw’s bastard son or everyone including Cathy herself finding their relationship transgressive because it is incestuous” finally die?

It is not a Thing in the text.

This is a story of two people who couldn’t be together because of class and to a lesser extent race. You can see pseudo-incest into it if you want to, but characters don’t. They are not siblings.

#wuthering heights #heathcliff #catherine earnshaw #nelly dean

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dragongirl028 · 1 year

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Take To the Skies

Holy shit! My first fanfic on Tumblr!? And it’s Onyx Equinox related!? You bet it is, and YOU BET IT IS!!! (Heh, heh ... bet? Get it!?)

Word count: 1521 (😨)

“I love you, Izel. It’s okay. Be br—”

Before she could finish her words of reassurance, a warm feeling instantly emanated from her throat and quickly flowed down her chest as a profuse stream of blood ran down from where the obsidian knife slashed across her neck. No pain, no haunting gurgling; just darkness and an almost complete silence, were it not for the light breeze blowing west and the steady drops of blood pooling between her feet. Seconds ago, she was standing; as the supportive hand of the priest drew away, Nelli’s body fell backwards, and her descent down the cenote began. Her headdress, with its elegant streams of quetzal feathers dancing wildly as she fell, soon came off of her head entirely just before her body made contact with the groundwater in a loud splash echoing throughout the sinkhole. From a fast-paced descent to a slow, cradling slump, Nelli’s body unhurriedly lowers towards the large, glowing gate to the Underworld hidden deep within the cenote’s waters.

A bright flash of white shines as Nelli’s body crosses the gate. Seconds later, she finds herself seemingly alive, standing on the edge of a dense jungle. Ahead of her is a small, yet foreboding range of limestone mountains, the sun’s rays shining behind them just as they were as the star ascended in the mere final minutes Nelli had in Uxmal. The ground ahead of her is reminiscent of xeric shrubland, occasionally dotted with palo verde trees colored with their typical yellow-orange flowers. She looks down upon herself—the elaborate sacrificial attire no longer drenched in her own blood; her feet, hands, collarbone, and parts of her face still painted in bright Mayan blue; her headdress firmly in place atop her head.

“What is going—”

A gust of wind blows behind her. Nelli braces herself momentarily, closing her eyes before they snap open at the sound of a loud roar coming from above. She can only stand in awe as her eyes widen upon seeing an enormous teal and red serpentine-like creature weave though the sky, its flowing scarlet mane of fur-like feathers trailing along its back as the creature flies to the peak of the tallest mountain centered among the range. One thing comes after another, and a large flock of macaws emerge from the jungle and fly above Nelli, calling as they too, fly towards the mountain range, some scattering to different peaks, while others make a beeline towards the centermost peak. The wind settles slightly, and after a momentary pause to collect what she just witnessed, Nelli finds herself staring at the most prominent peak of the mountain range, entranced. Wordlessly, she finds herself walking towards the peak, almost as if something is drawing her in. As she moves, an occasional rattlesnake either retreats into its burrow, or silently gazes as she walks by. Passing by a tree every once in a while, butterflies flit around the flowers, some coming close to her face, to which she smiles warmly. Eventually, she finds herself at the base of the mountain, and a smooth, almost frequently treaded path weaves its way up the peak. Wordlessly, she begins her ascent. Nelli takes her time climbing, and despite the growing elevation, she doesn’t find herself needing to catch her breath or take a momentary pause.

Many hours pass, but eventually, Nelli reaches the summit. She gazes at the horizon from which her journey began, the jungle’s green expanse contrasting with the somewhat drab shrubland sandwiched between it and the mountain range.

“Well … I’m glad to see you’ve finally arrived.”

At this, Nelli turns around and widens her eyes. Sitting upon a marble throne—painted in a range of red and green paints, armrests stylized as feathered serpent heads, and a top adorned in intricately carved marble quetzal feathers—is Quetzalcoatl. Appearing in his King Form, he resembles a youth with white hair and yellow eyes, wearing an ornate headdress and red beak mask. Yellow face paint runs vertically down his face surrounding his eyes, a bisected conch shell hangs against his chest, and his shoulders are covered by a green serpent, whose body trails down the god’s back into a train of dark green feathers. Resting on his left hand is a macaw casually preening itself, which the god lightly moves to one of the trees bordering his throne, raising his hand high enough for the tropical bird to reach.

“I must say, you look elegant. Then again, a noble and willing sacrifice such as yourself deserves especially ornate attire.”

“Quetzalcoatl!” Nelli exclaims before quickly but respectfully bowing on her knees. The god chuckles slightly.

“Now, now … no need to be so formal. You can stand.”

Nelli hesitates for a moment before slowly rising back to her feet.

“You chose me?” Nelli inquires.

“Are you surprised? Why, I figured your attire would give you as much of a hint. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself in place of your brother was an incredibly noble act. Not just any god could take such a willing sacrifice.”

“But you’re opposed to human sacrifice. Why would you want me?”

At this, Quetzalcoatl pauses momentarily, staring intently at Nelli.

“… Because I need your assistance to help me save humanity.”

Nelli’s eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops open a bit.

“… What?”

“I’m sure you heard about what happened at Dani Baán.”

Quetzalcoatl pauses for a moment and chuckles slightly.

“Well, of course you did. Otherwise, why would you have been sacrificed, besides taking the place of your brother? Anyway, Mictlantechutli shamelessly began a holy war by abducting Dani Baán due to the ongoing blood drought; though, I know this isn’t the only reason for the destruction of the city. In due time, I shall tell you what I know.”

Nelli furrows her brow slightly, but continues listening intently.

“Tezcatlipoca believes the constant wars and infighting taking place among humanity have spilled wasted blood which could otherwise feed us gods. He intends on starting the world anew at the equinox. I believe your kind is worth preserving. So, I have chosen your brother to close the five gates of the Underworld.”

“Izel? But he’s never fought anyone, let alone traveled great distances without me. How is he even supposed to find the gates to the Underworld!? And even if he does find them, can he even do this—close five gates and save humanity—on his own!?”

“Oh, he’ll have help, I assure you. Nobody can do this alone, not even a god. I have bigger plans for him besides closing the gates, which I will also divulge to you in due time. However, I can’t keep watching over my champion, lest I catch Tezcatlipoca’s attention. This is where you come in: I need you to follow Izel on his journey and report back to me whenever you can. You can … nudge him along a few times as needed; otherwise, you must maintain a fair distance from him, and don’t intervene or interfere in any way. Or else, Tezcatlipoca will take notice.”

Nelli looks down at the ground in front of her before speaking.

“Izel has always been rather fearful. I don’t doubt that—even with help—he’s going to be afraid and unsure of himself. But if you truly think he’s the one who will save humanity … and from what I’ve seen when I’ve encouraged him to persevere … I think this journey will mature him. Whether or not he succeeds, he’ll be remembered by the gods, and perhaps our descendants, through legend.”

At this, Nelli looks up at Quetzalcoatl with a stern, yet determined expression on her face.

“I’ll help you, Quetzalcoatl.”

Underneath his mask, Quetzalcoatl smiles.

“But … how am I supposed to follow Izel and report back to you?”

“I expect you … to fly.”

At this, Quetzalcoatl rises from his throne and a gust of wind blows from behind him to the west. Various dark green feathers from the long train behind him fly towards Nelli before spinning around, enveloping her completely. Small rays of cyan light penetrate through the spinning mass of feathers, which distorts into a large ball floating towards Quetzalcoatl, who now has his right arm outstretched. Finally, the mass of feathers disappears and the wind dies down, revealing a medium-sized heron with white feathers, black legs, and cyan eyes, perched on Quetzalcoatl’s arm.

“Not only will you be able to fly, but you’ll be able to travel great distances instantaneously with my power in order to reach me. You should be proud, Nelli.” Quetzalcoatl praises while looking ahead to the now setting sun.

“Not only will you watch history be made, but you will see your humble brother ascend to eminence in more ways than one. Now, go, follow him, take to the skies.”

At this, Nelli flaps her wings once and rises before taking off in the direction of the sun. Quetzalcoatl lowers his arm and simply watches in silence as his emissary flies further west before disappearing in a flash of light—her duty having just begun.

#onyx equinox #nelli #quetzalcoatl #izel #tezcatlipoca #mictlantecuhtli #fanfic #my work #my fanfic #fanfiction

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systemsylvania · 5 months

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Husky Family / Tandem Cycling Set - Husky Siblings

Mother - Avril Husky

Sister - Pauline Husky

Triplets - Rae, Drake & Nelly Husky

Brother - Hayden Husky

Father - Vincent Husky

Father Vincent Husky is the deputy mayor of Sylvanian Village. He is responsible for looking after the roads, tram tracks, footpaths and forest trails to ensure they stay in tip top condition so all the villagers can get around safely. Vincent is also keen mechanic and can often be found in the garage behind the house tinkering with his vintage car collection, and getting very grubby in the process. His wife is constantly having to remind him to take his overalls off before he comes back into the house!

Mother Avril Husky is everything you would expect from the deputy mayor's wife. She is methodical, organised and always knows every detail of his schedule, and those of her seven children too! Avril has a passion for jewellery and gems, with vintage and heirloom pieces being her absolute favourite. Her most prized possession is a beautiful antique brooch that Vincent gave her for their 10th wedding anniversary last year.

Triplets Rae, Drake & Nelly Husky are the newest arrivals in the family and are still very small. Being so young, they aren’t yet able to do a huge amount by themselves, but that’s no problem as their dad Vincent has built them the most adorable little sledge which they can be pulled around in. They smile and giggle with glee as they ride along behind their parents or older siblings.

Sister Pauline Husky is always on the go! She pedals along on her bicycle as fast as she can, because she loves the feel of the wind in her fur. Her brother Hayden likes a more sedate pace however, and is always urging her to slow down a bit so he can enjoy the scenery. Pauline also has a passion for crafts, and loves making things as gifts for her family and friends. She does this at hyper-speed as well, as she can't wait to see the finished product - and she's always the first to finish her homework too!

Brother Hayden Husky is quite a chilled out little boy and is never happier than when he's cycling along the forest path taking in the plants and nature around him - when he can get his sister to slow down for five minutes that is! Hayden often fills the basket on their bicycle with intersting leaves or pine cones he finds on their travels and brings them home to display in his collection. He often shares them with his sister Pauline so she can use them in her craft projects.

#my collection #sylvanian families #calico critters #dog #husky #husky dog

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shakespearefreak · 5 months

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An American Girl Christmas 2023

(Finally getting around to posting my photos from Christmas, only a few days late!)

The first Christmas surprise, at least for Makena and Evette, came before opening a single gift. As everyone filed into the main room, Jip took off ahead, barking excitedly. When they followed, the girls saw why. Maritza was kneeling by Jip, patting him. “MARITZA!” they cried in unison. She leapt to her feet with a grin. “KAY! EVIE! Hi!!”

The reunited friends piled into one big group hug while Jip jumped all over them, wagging his stubby tail furiously.

Once the girls had calmed down, it was time to look inside everyone’s stockings! (Evette, who celebrates Yule and thus doesn’t have a stocking,* sat down to catch up with Maritza, who of course doesn’t have a stocking yet.)

*Evie knows that, like most Christmas traditions, hanging stockings has pagan roots, but she also feels that nowadays it’s mostly associated with Christmas.

(A better look at what everyone found in their stockings)

Time for presents! Just look at all those pretty packages!

Samantha went first. She found a lovely winter hat with a silver bow and a card tucked into the band. “To: Samantha, From: St. Nicholas,” it read.

Inside, she found a gorgeous winter coat of a deep blue velveteen that matched the hat band, trimmed with white fur, as well as a pair of black mittens. She put everything on to model it. “Oh! It’s beautiful!” she gasped. “And it will be just perfect for playing in the snow… these mittens will be much better for making snowballs than my fur muff!”

Next it was Nellie’s turn. “Ooh, I got a big one too!” she cried in surprise, sitting down to open it. (She tried to open the wrapping paper carefully so she could save it — no matter how financially stable she was now, part of her would always remember growing up poor — but Marley convinced her that wasn’t necessary. She felt rather guilty ripping the pretty paper, but she had to admit it was kind of fun.)

“Look, Sam! I got a hat, too!” Nellie looked through the rest of the box’s contents. “And mittens, and a coat, and a little cape! Oh, wow!”

Nellie put on her own new coat set, and the two girls grinned at each other. “Now all we need is snow!”

“That might take a while,” Marley cautioned (it was an unseasonably warm and rainy Christmas Day, with temperatures in the 50s).*

*I spoke too soon, though! It snowed here yesterday… unfortunately, it was a mixture of snow and rain, definitely not good for doll photos.

Virginia was next. She found a smallish, gold-wrapped package addressed to her. “I think it’s a book!” she said, feeling its weight through the foil.

She was right! “The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle,” she read the ornate gilt lettering on the leather-bound cover, then paged through the inside. “Oh! This is the Holmes Christmas story! I can’t wait to read it!” (She also promised Samantha, who is another big Sherlock Holmes fan, that she could borrow it once she was finished.)

Josefina had a small box wrapped in red and gold paper. The wrapping bulged awkwardly in places, as if the object within were irregularly shaped, and when she picked it up, it rattled like there were a number of smaller objects inside. The rattle and the heft of the box felt somehow familiar…

Josefina gave a low gasp as she removed the paper to reveal her beloved memory box, filled with mementos: her late mother’s silver thimble, a square of the lavender-scented soap she’d always used, and a swallow feather and turquoise nugget that reminded Josefina of her; a rattlesnake rattle from her father’s childhood; and the heart-shaped milagro Tía Magdalena had given her during a trying time, to remind her not to lose hope in her heart’s desire. She held the box wordlessly with shining eyes, afraid if she were to try and speak she’d simply dissolve into happy tears.

Makena’s present was simply but prettily packaged in a small pink gift bag. “Ooh, I wonder what this is?”

It ended up being a long golden necklace. Delicate butterflies dangled from the chain on slender strands of gold, seeming to flutter and dance with every little movement. “Oh! I know exactly what outfit to pair this with!”

Finally, it was Evette’s turn. Hers was a lumpy package wrapped in paper as green as her dress, with a design of fir branches and snowy pinecones, topped with a silver bow.

She unwrapped it to reveal a white lacy shirt. “Oh, it’s so pretty!” she said, holding it up to show everyone. “I can’t wait to try it on!”*

*She did, in fact, try it on before changing for Kwanzaa, and it looked amazing on her, but I didn’t get a picture. 😕

The girls returned to the main room, chattering and showing each other their new gifts… just in time to save their Christmas Dinner from a certain curious dog! “Jip, NO!” several girls cried in unison while Sam dragged him away by his collar, his wet nose sniffing furiously at the scent of roasted turkey.

✨🎄 Happy Dollidays! 🎄✨

#christmas #cw: christmas #american girl #american girl dolls #makena williams #evette peeters #maritza ochoa #samantha parkington #nellie o'malley #josefina montoya #virginia wilde #truly me 115 #doll oc #jip the dog #yule #dollblr #doll photography

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fatalezr · 9 months

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The Final Takeover - Part Three

Nellie looked in the mirror with lights. She could hear the sounds of the fashion show playing from the stage that she was backstage of as she touched up her lipstick and looked over to Suzy.

Her colleague and fellow gang member was smiling and adjusting her pinstriped jacket and her brassiere that was visible underneath it. Nellie checked the clock on the wall. It was close to 8pm.

“It’s almost time, Suzy” she said, “time to begin the festival!”

Suzy chuckled. “Such a pity the city doesn’t know what’s coming, I’m sure they’d have all dressed up”

“At least we have” Nellie said, admiring her tailored pinstriped suit before putting on a long and expensive fur coat while Suzy did the same. They could hear applause and laughter from the front of the stage and the assembled audience as they picked up their Thompson submachine guns and strutted towards the stage itself, their heels clicking on the wooden floor.

They readied themselves by placing their Thompson submachine guns on the inside of their coats. Nellie caught the eye of Laura, their fashion designer, standing to the side of the stage, and winked at her. She had done well in organising the show and inviting many of Cicero’s great and good along. The star guest was the city’s Attorney General himself in the front row but near him was also Rodolfo Garrick, one of Frank Nitti’s most revered lieutenants. He would be sitting with his spectacles on in the front row.

“Alright folks, let’s bring out our first model” the Master of Ceremonies said in an enthusiastic tone, looking resplendent in his dinner jacket. Nellie and Suzy watched as a woman stepped out from Laura’s side of the stage in a pinstriped shorts and pinstriped waistcoat. She was wearing dark stockings too and there were some admiring wolfwhistles from the crowd for the slender model. “Here’s our Annie look. Slender, sleek, but one wrong look and she’ll gun you down like a dog”. Some members of the crowd laughed as the model pretended to shoot them with an umbrella in her hands.

“Fucking fools” Nellie whispered as the model back along the runway and went off the stage. “How could they be this stupid?”. She guessed that the members of the Cicero crowd in attendance were too arrogant to think that they were in danger attending a ‘female gangster’ runway show that was Laura’s homage to their work on the West Coast.

“Hide in plain sight” Suzy whispered back, “that’s always been my strategy”.

“And now here’s Suzy” the Master of Ceremonies bellowed, introducing the next model. “The ultimate Femme Fatale, she’ll give you all you bargained for and more”. Suzy was grinning as the blonde model impersonating her made her way out to the front in a black pinstriped corset with dark stockings and a short pinstriped skirt. The ‘Suzy’ model held her fingers like guns and pretended to again shoot the crowd as they laughed and cheered.

“And of course” the Master of Ceremonies continued, “the deadliest boss of them all…”. He paused as four women in pinstriped jackets and short skirts rolled a coffin onto the stage, “the Queen of the West Coast, Helen!” The coffin lid opened and a redhead emerged, two umbrellas in her hand and dressed in sleeveless pinstriped jacket and short skirt. She pretended to shoot the crowd like the others and Nellie recognised the homage to the infamous funeral slaughter that Helen had orchestrated in San Merido.

“Seems like these folks like being part of a massacre” Nellie commented.

“Then tonight is their lucky night!” Suzy said, giggling. The thirty or so members of the crowd in the small hall clapped and shouted some more as ‘Helen’ was wheeled off, a mean look in her eye that would be a fitting tribute to their boss.

“Well if you liked that folks, we got a real treat for you” the Master of Ceremonies said, stepping towards the back of the stage as Nellie and Suzy stepped onto it, their long coats over their suits and guns, “we’re going to make the next part of the show all-immersive!”

Some people in the crowd looked round, puzzled. The Attorney General looked up from his seat at the front, a blonde lady next to him that Nellie presumed was his wife.

Nellie raised her voice. “Time to give you the real thing!” she shouted out loud and she flicked her coat off her shoulders, Suzy doing the same and brought her Tommy gun to her waist. Some people had a chance to register what was happening but most were sitting or standing there gormlessly as she pressed the trigger.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Her first volley of bullets went straight into the heart of the Attorney General. His body bounced in his chair as his white shirt turned to red. Nellie kept her finger on the trigger. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She swung the gun to her left in a controlled arc, her bullets ripping through the patrons in their seats.

“Oh yeah” Nellie felt the pulsing of the recoil of the gun as she arced back and forth, going up and down to hit everyone in sight. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The new 100-bullet magazines the group was using were designed for situations like this. They were so effective in a short space of time when you didn’t want to reload. “Oh yeah, oh yeah”. Her soft sounds of pleasure helped her control her shots as she continued to shoot more and more men and women. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Dresses ripped, shirts were punctured and there were cries of pain from the crowd.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Her final few bullets returned to where she had started, ripping up the Attorney General’s chest to his face and busting it open in a gory mess.

To her side, she heard Suzy moaning as she finished her massacre of her side of the room. Without speaking, they both reloaded their guns and fired again, Nellie giving more bullets into everyone in the room whilst Suzy stood over Nitti’s lieutenant Garrick and concentrated all her fire on his face. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They continued shooting and making sure their job was professionally done, Nellie moaning “Oh yeah” every time she saw a body jerk or a woman’s breast explode from one of her bullets.

The freshly-cleaned barrel on her gun was smoking profusely as she finished her 200th bullet and she brought it to her lips to blow the smoke away before reloading and looking at Suzy. They were both in an ecstatic place but knew they had to keep moving to continue their evening.

“Not a bad opening act, eh?” Suzy said gleefully as they walked off the stage.

“Not bad at all” Nellie agreed. Tonight was a special night in Cicero. Helen had dubbed it the “Night of a Thousand Bullets” but all her senior lieutenants had agreed that it was likely to be more akin to a “Night of Ten Thousand Bullets” as they waged their war against their Cicero enemies with a series of sharp, direct hits, at both individuals and larger groups. The FBI would be left in disarray. They had been focussing their efforts on Capone and the Cicero gang but now had to contend with Helen’s gang. After their massacre at the theatre announced their arrival in style, the police and FBI had been focussing manpower on protecting large events, not smaller gatherings or individuals.

Nellie and Suzy got into their car parked around the back of the club and drove off into the city. Night had already fallen and Nellie wondered how the other two-woman death squads were getting on around the city. She remembered a similar night in Pacific City when there had been only two teams going around the city eliminating lieutenants. Now there was half a dozen, each criss-crossing the city, with an instruction to execute their tasks ruthlessly.

Their second stop of the evening was towards the downtown area of Cicero. The boom of the 1920’s had led to the increasing construction of tall skyscrapers and they approached a site where a large pit had been dug to secure the foundations for a new one. A woman in a plain dress walked over to their car as they parked up and Nellie recognised her.

“Are they there?” she asked the woman.

“Yeah, they are” the woman said, smiling at them. “Right on schedule and meeting in the hut”.

“Good work” Nellie said, “now scram, you don’t want to be near here when the cops show up”.

The woman nodded and hurried off. Nellie and Suzy got out of their car and walked over to the site where Eric Ganetti, another Cicero enforcer and the construction manager of the site would be meeting. Ganetti used the sites to recruit men but was also enforcing the protection racket on sites around the city, so much so that some companies had already just ceded control to Capone and his cronies.

Nellie and Suzy hurried across the street, Tommy guns by their side, Suzy drawing a Beretta pistol as she did so. The gate on the site was padlocked but -BAM- she squeezed off a pistol shot into it and crumpled. Nellie burst through the gate, raising her Tommy gun as she did and looked around. She saw a small wooden hut with lights on inside and the shadows of two men in the window. They had evidently not heard the gunshot that broke the lock.

“Let’s waste them inside the building” Suzy said, her eyes growing wide at the idea she could put her gun to use again.

Nellie agreed and they both took up positions near two walls, aiming their guns. Nellie heard a voice inside that sounded like Ganetti saying “Wait, you see that?” to the site manager. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She didn’t wait for anything further, her gloved finger curling on the trigger and sending a volley into the hut’s window whilst Suzy shot from the other side.

The windows smashed. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Nellie concentrated her fire on the two men who were then revealed, both wearing shirts and braces for their trousers. They were being lit up from both sides by the bullets of the two shooters. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Nellie found she had a skill for keeping Ganetti’s body up in the air as she pummelled him with bullets, like he was some kind of poorly-controlled marionette. She smiled and kept saying “Oh yeah” to express her emotions as she ripped him up.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. By the time her 100-bullet magazine ran dry, the mobster had been cut in two, his insides and midriff completely obliterated by the hailstorm of bullets from her and Suzy. There was no need to check them. They were both clearly dead.

The two women reloaded and began to walk back to their car. As they exited the site, they saw a cop in his navy blue uniform walking his beat and running towards the site. “What the…” he began to say. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Gunfire from both women cut him off. He shouted in pain before collapsing to the ground.

“Two targets down” Nellie said as they returned to their car and stuffed their pockets in their jackets with more full 100-bullet magazines.

Nellie drove them to their next place for the evening, an underground speakeasy beneath a grocers, one of many that operated in Cicero. However, the women knew from their informers that at least two of Capone’s lieutenants would be in the small bar, along with some other lower members. This would not be a targetted assassination. Helen wanted everyone in the bar dead, a clear message that such establishments would be dangerous for all.

As they approached, Nellie saw there was a large man standing outside, shuffling on his feet and smoking a cigarette. He looked like a security guard that was bored but Nellie knew they would need to take him out quietly.

Suzy must have guessed her thoughts because she was already threading a large bulbous suppressor onto the end of her Thompson submachine gun. Nellie liked this new invention. It would soon wear out during a large massacre but for a quick silent driveby, they worked perfectly.

She slowed the car as they approached the man and Suzy wound her window down, poking the extended barrel of her Tommy gun towards the man as they came parallel to him. Nellie saw his eyes open wide before Suzy pulled the trigger. Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap. The suppressor smoked but the man was gunned down silently.

Nellie quickly parked by the side of the street and Suzy got out. Pap-pap-pap. She put some quick bullets into the guard’s head before she unscrewed the suppressor quickly. Nellie got out of the car too, picking up her own loaded Tommy gun as she did and hurried down the stairs that led to the underground wooden door. She could already hear the sound of soft music and laughing from the patrons.

She gave a quick nod to Suzy before kicking in the door and entering, already with the gun at her hip. She pressed the trigger the moment she walked in the door, not giving anyone a chance to react. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She arced her fire wildly around the room and Suzy entered beside her and did the same. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Both women twisted their hips and spread the shots over the room.

It was a small space and so it was like shooting fish in a barrel for Nellie and Suzy again. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah” BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah”. Nellie breathed deeply as she shot up the barman, some men at a table, a couple of women in dresses next to men in trillby hats, all of them falling to the piercing hot lead from her Tommy gun. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She found a perfect rhythm with the gun, her “Oh yeahs!” becoming louder and louder.

Her first 100 bullets had been fired wildly but she quickly reloaded, Suzy to her side doing the same and they began walking around the room. About 20 bodies were strewn at odd angles, limbs in all directions but all pierced with shots. Some people were dying, others likely already gone. Nellie walked around giving everyone a clinical finishing volley. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah”. She pierced a woman’s breasts again. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah”. She moaned as a gangster’s head was blown open. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM “Oh yeah”. She took another man’s shirt and turned it into a deep crimson shade of red.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Within a minute their work was complete and the gramophone playing music had been destroyed. The barman had spilled liquor on the wooden bar as he had gone down dying and Suzy took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. She smoked it for a few seconds before flicking it towards the liquor.

It sparked as the cigarette caught it and Nellie and Suzy stepped out of the bar and into their car as the underground place was set on fire. Smoke was already piling out of the door as they drove away, both of them satisfied with their work so far.

They could hear sirens on the streets of Cicero as they drove to their final job of the evening. Evidently the Cicero cops would be running around in a panic trying to stop the night of violence and doubtless several of them would be slain by the ruthless gang as they did so.

Their final appointment was on the Eastern side of the city. They knew that Capone’s protection rackets were an important part of his income in the city, so disrupting them would be key and each group of women was tasked with taking out one of the crews. Nellie and Suzy made sure their pockets were each filled with as many magazines of 100 bullets as they possibly could be, ready to take on the crew.

Capone’s crews worked in groups of five and would all be armed as they walked around the city, but thanks to some diligent intelligence-gathering, the women knew where they would be for an ambush and their powerful weapons and seemingly never-ending supply of bullets would give them an advantage.

Their target, “Fat Lou” Allen and his four apprentices would be touring the industrial areas of the city and so Nellie and Suzy picked a section of factories where they could hide their car and got out, Tommy guns in hand, Nellie taking an extra one so she carried one in each hand. The large factory they were by cast a long shadow and in their pinstriped suits they were almost invisible against the night sky, their faces hid by shadows cast by their pinstriped fedoras.

Nellie flattened herself against the wall of one of the factories and peered round. She could see “Fat Lou” and his round belly walking in the midst of four men, all of whom had small submachine guns.

“You ready?” she said to Suzy quietly.

Suzy nodded. She would be the bait that would set their trap. She came out from their corner position and shouted “Hey assholes, surprise!” at the men. She twisted her hips and fired a quick volley with her Thompson submachine gun. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Nellie heard a man shout in pain before Suzy ran in the same direction she had been going, next to another factory.

“Fucking bitch! After her!” Fat Lou shouted at his men. Nellie kept herself quiet as the men rushed in the direction of Suzy. They came into view, all of them with their backs to her, Fat Lou panting and wheezing from the exercise. There were only three guards now and she guessed one had already been downed by Suzy’s initial volley

Nellie took her chance. She aimed at the men with both of the Tommy guns in her hand, keeping her balance with the two guns as she had practiced. She smiled to herself as she pulled both triggers. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM.

Both weapons sparked into life, shooting the gangsters in the back. They cried out in pain but it just made Nellie more excited. “Oh yeah, oh yeah” she breathed louder. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The weapons continued to roar, spitting shell casings all over the floor.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The noise was now joined by Suzy, who had turned and was now shooting her own gun into the men and Nellie could see the bodies of the gangsters jerking from the impact of the bullets. The younger apprentices started to fall to the ground. “Oh yeah, Oh yeah” she cried out, focussing both of her Tommy guns into the back and the gut of Fat Lou.

The big man was jerking uncontrollably as he was massacred from two sides by three Tommy guns before he fell to the floor and the guns ran dry. Nellie dropped one of her Tommy guns, feeling a great feeling of pleasure and eager to use another magazine. She loaded one before walking over to Fat Lou’s body and pulling the trigger, walking her shots up and down his chest and face. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She emptied the entire magazine into him, the 100 bullets ripping his face to shreds and turning him into nothing more than a gory mess.

She reloaded again and her and Suzy gave each of the men around him another 50 bullets. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Suzy was laughing and screaming in pleasure while Nellie continued to moan “Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah!” as each man was turned to an unrecognisable stew of body parts and blood.

“Woohoo!” Suzy celebrated as they got back in the car. “That was awesome!”. There were specks of blood on her suit and her chest from where the men had splattered on her and Nellie noticed the same on her own shirt.

“Let’s get back to Helen” Nellie said. She tried to count how many magazines she had used, in the end concluding that she had used almost a thousand bullets herself. If Suzy and the other women had done the same, Helen’s festival would have exceeded all expectations.

As they sipped moonshine in an underground speakeasy that had been newly established, Helen congratulated each woman. All of their targets had been hit, as well as several cops and other bystanders who tried to interfere. Cicero was down several mob lieutenants and enforcers, an Attorney General, a Deputy Mayor, it’s Supreme Court and the remaining half of its City Council who had not attended the theatrical show.

There was an increasing power vacuum developing in Cicero, and Nellie knew that only Helen would have the ability to fill it. The takeover was going perfectly to plan.

#thefinaltakeover #thetakeover #hitwoman #female assassin #killer woman #mafia story #femme fatale

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dotieeee · 16 days

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i feel like oscar is the type of cat who would come protect nellie and rub his fur around her ankles to comfort her when she and snowball are fighting.

but at the same time i feel like if snowball is 🍇ing nellie on the other side of the door... oscar be like rolling on the floor and saying "what-eves" 😂

oscar is def a mood.

HELLO MY DEAR ANOOON!! sorry for the late reply, work is giving me very little time to indulge in Snowball thots 😭🥲🥺

Anyway, u right about Oscar the Cat ngl 😂😂 he tried that in fact before Snowball bit her head off for being drunk with Livia but he carried him to his playroom before she can pet him 😭 daddy doesn't want Oscar to hear mommy and him fight 😂😂😂

And then the latter point 😳😳 Oscar is just a cat in his defense and he thinks the scuffle in the room is just mom and dad play-fighting

Oh they're playing, alright - just not the kind of game he thinks and Nellie's losing bad 👀😳😈

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 10 months

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Sonic Prime AU: Sally & Nelly Acorn (2023)

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[Note: Please Don't Reblog This Without My Permission]

Credit for Sonic The Hedgehog goes to Sega

Credit for Sonic Prime Series goes to Sega & Netflix

Credit for Archie-Sonic The Hedgehog goes to Archie Comics

Credit for Princess Sally Acorn goes to Madeline Schroeder

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the idea of these two becoming a family, would be more of a Fanon Sonic Prime AU idea… you know, the whole Neo-Sally could of worked, I'm still gonna call her Nelly….because you got Neo and Sally. and when you take the "Ne" from Neo and "lly" from Sally, you get Nelly.

also hopefully Sally will appear again in the future, Ken Penders didn't even make her, or even Fiona Fox or Mina Mongoose… so Sally, Fiona Fox, Mina Mongoose, Rotor The Walrus, Bunnie, Antoine and Nicole should return in the future… plus how Scourge The Hedgehog came to be should be retconned, to make it so that he isn't the same Anti-Sonic that was introduced by Ken Penders.

was it Patrick "Spaz" Spaziante that redesigned Anti-Sonic as Scourge, so even if originally Scourge was suppose to be a Anti-Sonic, he can still be retconned and no longer be Anti-Sonic. and even if they do retcon Scourge where he is no longer Anti-Sonic, they might have to give the news to Ken Penders and explain to him, so he can fully understand.

if Scourge does get retconned, he would be born with Green Fur and Light Blue Eyes, he will still look the same and even have the twin marks that was originally caused by Locke…will instead be caused by something else and it happen during the Classic Timeline Days, so his younger self would look a little like Classic-Sonic, but Green and wearing a black leather jacket…

but before he had on a black leather jacket with flames, it just had a Eggman Empire Logo in the back of it.

and before he gets his red sunglasses, he could of had a dark blue sunglasses.

Scourge could still end up having the leather jacket with flames, but it could also still have the Eggman Empire Logo in the back of it. even if some might not agree with it, but retconning Scourge where he is no longer Anti-Sonic, might be one of the ways for him to return, even if it only starts out in IDW-Sonic The Hedgehog.

I also want to say that in this drawing, it has Princess Sally Alicia Acorn, has Sonic The Hedgehog as her Crush.

but I think that even if she does have a crush on him, she knows it really wouldn't be his thing, and she would rather just be his friend and not try to get him to be her boyfriend.

maybe she could of told him about her crush on him but knowing that he would rather be friends, and she cares more about their friendship than trying to get him to love her in the romantic way. Sally's Romantic Identity is Heteroromantic in this drawing, while her Sister Neo-Sally aka "Nelly" who was originally created as Mecha-Sally and who's creator is Doctor Eggman… her Romantic Identity is Sapphic and her Crush is Nicole…

I wonder if it's weird to not really be a big fan of Ken Penders but still like his characters, I mean things could of gone better, and yeah some fans could of at first been fully on his side at first, but then figure out what was going on, and how he was acting….

and what he was doing, might of not really been for the best. Sally along with Bunnie, Rotor and Muttski made cameo appearances in the Sonic Spinball game, and the info about that game is that it was developed by the American members of Sega Technical Institute in association with Polygames. don't know if Sally, Bunnie, Rotor and Muttski ever made any other cameos in any other Sonic Games, but it be nice if they appeared in the future along with Antoine and Nicole.

if Muttski ever appeared in Sonic Prime, he could be in his robot form and be like the pet dog of Doctor Don't & Doctor Babble… like picture if Muttski got hurt, we have seen how Doctor Babble got when one of his toys got broken, now picture both him and Doctor Don't getting really mad if Muttski got hurt.

both Doctor Don't and Babble could love Muttski, and even have him bite Doctor Deep on his butt just for the fun of it, which Doctor Deep could really hate when they tell their robot-dog to bite him on the butt.

it might make a lot of sense, if Princess Sally Alicia Acorn, was in fact a Short-Tailed Squirrel, while Neo-Sally aka fan nicknamed "Nelly" is a Chipmunk.

the outfit that Sally is wearing (not talking about Nelly), is the same as the one I had posted before, only with some slight differences.

the jacket is given a different look to it, but it is still basically the same.

also even if it doesn't have the flags of them on this drawing, it still mentions that Sally is Heteroromantic & Nelly is Sapphic, so I still put the tags for heteroromantic and sapphic for this drawing.

I like the idea that the two versions of Sally become like sisters, and I think I like calling the one that use to be Mecha-Sally, as "Nelly" and they could of made the idea of her not being the real Sally work...

anyway I'm going to write and post a Sonic Prime Theory next.

hope some like the Sonic Prime design for Sally, ya know the one that isn't Nelly....her outfit is suppose to be what she wears when she ends up in New Yoke City, or maybe she always had that outfit on before falling into New Yoke City....if she did end up in the other worlds, her outfit and might not even change like it does for Sonic.

she could of still needed the regulators to stabilize herself because she ends up giving off the same energy that Sonic and the Prisms do.

#sonic prime fanart #sonic the hedgehog fanart #princess sally acorn #sally acorn #nelly #sisters #family #heteroromantic #sapphic #do not reblog without permission #july 2023

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cryptidclaw · 1 year

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Birdflight (aka. Runningwind)! I made him look more like Sandstorm bec she’s his daughter in my au! (and in my heart for canon too)

I renamed him Birdflight because I didnt like his old name, it just doesn't fit naming conventions, and I don't like first suffixes that give a description that couldn't be known about a kit. I went with Birdflight because it still has a speedy feeling to it, also Squirrelflight’s name can be in reference to her grandfather!

I made him a light brown/ tan color, i think genetically he is dilute which is how Sand is dilute, though that doesn't really matter too much because i dont follow genetics much anymore lol. I think this color just makes sandstorm’s pelt color make more since and makes her look more believably like Bird and Redtail’s kit!

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Birdflight an au version of Runningwind from warrior cats. His is walking with his left paw raised, and his right side showing, he has a kind, happy expression on his face. He is a short furred, slender light brown/ tan sandy colored tabby tom with green eyes. He has a light cream under nelly, muzzle and paws, and his stripes are an even darker shade of brown along his back, tail, and on some of his face markings. His inner ears, nose and paw pads are all a light pink color./End ID]

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #runningwind #runningwind design #birdflight #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors

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babbiekou · 2 years

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Watching heartstopper for the third time and I see a lot of ppl go w the cg nick hc which is an absolutely valid and great hc but regressor nick... Mm now youve got my attention

Cuz when he freaks out when hes trying to help charlie and doesn't know how?

When he says to imogen his real personality's been buried and his mom says hes more himself around charlie? Meaning he does things like giggle and play in the snow and joke around?

Dat boy is smollll, he likes stickers and coloring and badoom tsj-ing charlies drums and fluffing nellies fur and running and yellin and leafs

and he gets small when he feels a bit hopeless and anxious cuz he cares so much but hes also just a guy and tends to run himself into circles mentally

Charlie makes him feel so good. Have you seen him hug charlie??? The scrunched fabric of his sweater, the slight bloating of his cheeks, nick hanging on as if the hug burst out of his chest?? that's a cuddly little guy

Also he's the youngest of his family and his dad's a knob and he hates yelling so standing up to harry is hard and uncovering that bit of his personality is hard

and i think itd go quite the same when he figured out he was bi, by googling it and then panicking about it, but I think it'd be something he could and would talk to charlie about when the time was right and char would take such good care of him, itd be good for charlie to have someone trust him that much too because it makes him feel valuable and making little nick giggle makes the world feel alright, quite frankly

I think nick needs mental breaks from things he can't control, he seems like the type who bottles up his feelings because he's afraid of hurting those of others and that little bit of consideration can be very exhausting

So that was my little nick headcanons so far

#heartstopper agere #fandom agere

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shitpostingkats · 2 years

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I’m sure this will come as no surprise to anyone who follows me, but I love it when a story lets its characters just be off-the-wall weird.

Give me characters who go off onto tangents about the exotic fur trade without prompting. Give me characters don’t step on cracks in the sidewalk or refuse to eat foods beginning with the letter T. Give me characters who tell incomprehensible funny jokes that no one else seems to get but makes them double over in laughter. Give me characters who are suspicious of alley cats. Give me characters who decide their drink order by the position of Jupiter relative to the zodiacal horizon.

And, (this is the important part) no one remarks on it. Oh yeah, that’s Nine-lives Nelly, she shrieks whenever she feels left out of a conversation, or when she sees a red balloon. Yup, she’s our best weapons specialist. We’re truly lucky to have her on the team.

Give me a world where characters are allowed to be weird, in a world where “weird” is a foreign concept.

#ideally a world where every character is just. Totally bonkers.#Give me entire casts of weirdos each with their own little tics and never giving more than quick recognition to to eachothers quirks #or casts where no one really understands the team weirdo but the sure respect THE HELL out of them and do their best to accomidate #examples of the former:#jjba #examples of the latter:#leverage #rambles

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@pileofsith

Wuthering Heights also kind of has the “gossip effect”. Though of course it has a bit more mystique than in Aşk-ı Memnu.

I like how in Joseph’s or Mr. Kenneth’s words the otherworldly love of Catherine and Heathcliff and the eternal love triangle have the aura of a mundane neighborhood scandal. I especially love how Joseph describes Heathcliff as “gossiping with the neighbor’s wife”, the neighbor’s wife being Catherine.

“‘Running after t’ lads, as usuald!’ croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity from our hesitation to thrust in his evil tongue. ‘If I war yah, maister, I’d just slam t’ boards i’ their faces all on ’em, gentle and simple! Never a day ut yah’re off, but yon cat o’ Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoo’s a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i’ t’ kitchen; and as yah’re in at one door, he’s out at t’other; and, then, wer grand lady goes a-courting of her side! It’s bonny behaviour, lurking amang t’ fields, after twelve o’ t’ night, wi’ that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I’m blind; but I’m noan: nowt ut t’ soart!—I seed young Linton boath coming and going, and I seed yah’ (directing his discourse to me), ‘yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th’ house, t’ minute yah heard t’ maister’s horse-fit clatter up t’ road.’”

(Chapter 9)

“‘Banish him from your thoughts, Miss,’ I said. ‘He’s a bird of bad omen: no mate for you. Mrs. Linton spoke strongly, and yet I can’t contradict her. She is better acquainted with his heart than I, or any one besides; and she never would represent him as worse than he is. Honest people don’t hide their deeds. How has he been living? how has he got rich? why is he staying at Wuthering Heights, the house of a man whom he abhors? They say Mr. Earnshaw is worse and worse since he came. They sit up all night together continually, and Hindley has been borrowing money on his land, and does nothing but play and drink: I heard only a week ago—it was Joseph who told me—I met him at Gimmerton: “Nelly,” he said, “we’s hae a crowner’s ’quest enow, at ahr folks’. One on ’em ’s a’most getten his finger cut off wi’ hauding t’ other fro’ stickin’ hisseln loike a cawlf. That’s maister, yeah knaw, ’at ’s soa up o’ going tuh t’ grand ’sizes. He’s noan feared o’ t’ bench o’ judges, norther Paul, nur Peter, nur John, nur Matthew, nor noan on ’em, not he! He fair likes—he langs to set his brazened face agean ’em! And yon bonny lad Heathcliff, yah mind, he’s a rare ’un. He can girn a laugh as well ’s onybody at a raight divil’s jest. Does he niver say nowt of his fine living amang us, when he goes to t’ Grange? This is t’ way on’t:—up at sun-down: dice, brandy, cloised shutters, und can’le-light till next day at noon: then, t’fooil gangs banning und raving to his cham’er, makking dacent fowks dig thur fingers i’ thur lugs fur varry shame; un’ the knave, why he can caint his brass, un’ ate, un’ sleep, un’ off to his neighbour’s to gossip wi’ t’ wife. I’ course, he tells Dame Catherine how her fathur’s goold runs into his pocket, and her fathur’s son gallops down t’ broad road, while he flees afore to oppen t’ pikes!” Now, Miss Linton, Joseph is an old rascal, but no liar; and, if his account of Heathcliff’s conduct be true, you would never think of desiring such a husband, would you?’”

(Chapter 10)

“Nelly Dean,’ said he, ‘I can’t help fancying there’s an extra cause for this. What has there been to do at the Grange? We’ve odd reports up here. A stout, hearty lass like Catherine does not fall ill for a trifle; and that sort of people should not either. It’s hard work bringing them through fevers, and such things. How did it begin?’

‘The master will inform you,’ I answered; ‘but you are acquainted with the Earnshaws’ violent dispositions, and Mrs. Linton caps them all. I may say this; it commenced in a quarrel. She was struck during a tempest of passion with a kind of fit. That’s her account, at least: for she flew off in the height of it, and locked herself up. Afterwards, she refused to eat, and now she alternately raves and remains in a half dream; knowing those about her, but having her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas and illusions.’

‘Mr. Linton will be sorry?’ observed Kenneth, interrogatively.

‘Sorry? he’ll break his heart should anything happen!’ I replied. ‘Don’t alarm him more than necessary.’

‘Well, I told him to beware,’ said my companion; ‘and he must bide the consequences of neglecting my warning! Hasn’t he been intimate with Mr. Heathcliff lately?’

‘Heathcliff frequently visits at the Grange,’ answered I, ‘though more on the strength of the mistress having known him when a boy, than because the master likes his company. At present he’s discharged from the trouble of calling; owing to some presumptuous aspirations after Miss Linton which he manifested. I hardly think he’ll be taken in again.’

‘And does Miss Linton turn a cold shoulder on him?’ was the doctor’s next question.

‘I’m not in her confidence,’ returned I, reluctant to continue the subject.

‘No, she’s a sly one,’ he remarked, shaking his head. ‘She keeps her own counsel! But she’s a real little fool. I have it from good authority that last night (and a pretty night it was!) she and Heathcliff were walking in the plantation at the back of your house above two hours; and he pressed her not to go in again, but just mount his horse and away with him! My informant said she could only put him off by pledging her word of honour to be prepared on their first meeting after that: when it was to be he didn’t hear; but you urge Mr. Linton to look sharp!’” (…)

“One of the maids, a thoughtless girl, who had been on an early errand to Gimmerton, came panting upstairs, open-mouthed, and dashed into the chamber, crying: ‘Oh, dear, dear! What mun we have next? Master, master, our young lady—’

‘Hold your noise!’ cried, I hastily, enraged at her clamorous manner.

‘Speak lower, Mary—What is the matter?’ said Mr. Linton. ‘What ails your young lady?’

‘She’s gone, she’s gone! Yon’ Heathcliff’s run off wi’ her!’ gasped the girl.

‘That is not true!’ exclaimed Linton, rising in agitation. ‘It cannot be: how has the idea entered your head? Ellen Dean, go and seek her. It is incredible: it cannot be.’

As he spoke he took the servant to the door, and then repeated his demand to know her reasons for such an assertion.

‘Why, I met on the road a lad that fetches milk here,’ she stammered, ‘and he asked whether we weren’t in trouble at the Grange. I thought he meant for missis’s sickness, so I answered, yes. Then says he, There’s somebody gone after ’em, I guess?” I stared. He saw I knew nought about it, and he told how a gentleman and lady had stopped to have a horse’s shoe fastened at a blacksmith’s shop, two miles out of Gimmerton, not very long after midnight! and how the blacksmith’s lass had got up to spy who they were: she knew them both directly. And she noticed the man—Heathcliff it was, she felt certain: nob’dy could mistake him, besides—put a sovereign in her father’s hand for payment. The lady had a cloak about her face; but having desired a sup of water, while she drank it fell back, and she saw her very plain. Heathcliff held both bridles as they rode on, and they set their faces from the village, and went as fast as the rough roads would let them. The lass said nothing to her father, but she told it all over Gimmerton this morning.’”

(Chapter 12)

#wuthering heights #joseph #the gossip effect

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august-anon · 2 years

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Dog Laws

Tickletober 2022, Day 9: Trapped

lol this is unedited as usual, but i think it is also the shortest fic i have posted so far and the last fic i have pre-written until, like, the 18th. so. oops erjfhjff hopefully i find some writing time tonight to prep for tomorrow lol

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Fandom: Heartstopper

Ship(s): Narlie

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Nick/Ler!Charlie

Word Count: 263 words

Summary: Nick, by law, cannot move while Nellie is asleep on him. Charlie takes advantage.

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“Sorry, Charlie, I can’t move. That’s the law.”

Charlie huffed. “Because Nellie fell asleep on you, you can’t move?”

“It’s written in the handbook whenever you get a pet. ‘Thou shalt not move when thy fall asleep on your lap.’”

Charlie laughed. “You’re such a dork.”

Nick grinned, ruffling a hand through Nellie’s fur. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

Charlie flopped back on the bed next to Nick with a sigh, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of Nellie’s content, sleeping face. And then a horribly devious thought occurred to him. He hoped Nellie would forgive him for it. It would be Nick breaking the law, anyway.

“So, since you’re trapped by dog law ,” Charlie said, pushing himself back up into a sitting position, propped up against the pillows next to Nick, “you won’t mind if I do this ?”

Charlie wiggled a hand between them, prodding it into Nick’s side. Nick inhaled sharply, jerking his torso but doing his best to keep his legs still. He tensed, shifting and eyeing Nellie’s sleeping form, but he didn’t do a thing to try and stop Charlie.

Interesting.

“Charlie, come on,” Nick said, his voice wobbling. “Cut it out.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s boyfriend law that I have to tickle you at every opportunity.”

Nick sputtered out a laugh at that, breaking the dam for the rest of his ticklish giggles to follow. “ Boyfriend law? ”

“Just remember,” Charlie said, leaning in and bringing his other hand into play. “Don’t wake Nellie.”

Maybe Charlie should come up with a punishment for when he inevitably did.

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #my writing #heartstopper tickling #lee!nick nelson #ler!charlie spring #ticklish!nick nelson #heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #narlie

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~Taron Egerton: Buzzing Attraction.

Summer…

The season of abundant bright sunshine. Hot sandy beaches, ice-cold treats and barbeques with friends and family. Swimming in the ocean, fishing and collecting rocks and other fun treasures one comes across during beach trips.

It was also the season of gentle sea breezes, swarms of seagulls, fish and chips, walks along the pier, sun bathing and picnics in the park or in the safety of your back yard. If you were feeling really adventurous and a tad frisky though, you could even say that it was the season of new found love and naughty activities with your new neighbors. That’s what it was for y/n and the hottie next door.

Y/n had just moved into the empty house next to Taron’s and while he’d normally go over and introduce himself or offer to help carry heavy boxes, he was just getting back into the routine of being home in Wales as he had been overseas filming his new swashbuckling movie, The Adventures of Anne Bonny, in which he portrayed pirate, Calico Jack.

Taron was tired to say the least and when he woke up that morning to see such a beautiful bright sunny sky, he decided that a day in the backyard with Nelly was needed. He ordered himself some food, grabbed a few beers and treats for Nelly before heading outside in just his shorts to soak up the weather.

Y/n on the other hand had been bathing in the sun for the last half an hour in her new black bikini. She had never really had the confidence to buy swim suits like that but with this fresh start, she figured that she’d try it and if she was being honest, it made her feel quite sexy. Sexier than the slime she was dating before she moved to Aber.

She was really loving to be in a town where community really mattered. Where everyone knew everyone and looked after one another. The locals were great and would often tell stories of people in the town. One of which, she had already heard many of. Her new neighbor. Upon hearing these stories, she knew being civil with him was the way to go, because she still wanted to be careful. Mind you, she didn’t really trust anybody yet. That would come in it’s own time. She couldn’t lie though; he was incredibly good looking and had the most adorable sassy dog.

Speaking of the sassy ball of fluff and fur, she was busy swimming after the ball Taron had thrown into the pool for her to catch. Fetch was her favorite game and when she could, she would always try and initiate a game or two with whoever gave her attention, which most of the time was Taron’s two young sisters, Rosie and Mari.

Y/n could hear Taron talking to Nelly and it made her smile. He sounded like a good guy. Nelly of course would bark back as though answering him.

She was just about to say something to him when out of nowhere, the stupid bee that had been bothering y/n earlier, returned. This time though, it was out for revenge after y/n swatted at it. It landed right on her inner thigh. Y/n had heard that if you stayed as still as you could, the bees etc. wouldn’t sting you. She tried this but the bastard ignored that and stung her anyway.

Y/n let out a yelp and jumped from her lounge chair in attempt to get the stinging sensation to dissipate. It didn’t. It only intensified.

“What happened?” Taron asked as he jumped the fence and rushed to her aid.

Y/n stopped her over reactive movements and just stared at him. What the hell was he doing?

He helped y/n over to the lounge chair she had been sitting on previously and began examining her body for any harm; and without thinking, this included completely removing her swimming bottoms, which normally y/n would say something about, but she was honestly too flabbergasted to register what was going on.

“Bee sting.” Was all that y/n managed to squeak out as she continued to watch him and what he was doing.

Meanwhile, Nelly was looking at her human through the fence and if she could, she would have rolled her eyes at his overdramatic action of jumping over the fence. The four-legged animal let out a sound similar to a scoff and went back to retrieving her ball from the pool, letting a splash follow in her wake.

While Taron was examining her, y/n tried to keep her moans to herself. His hands felt good against her skin and his fingers -which were very close to her core- felt better than she could have imagined. It was only when Taron noticed how quiet she was, that he realized what he had done. His stomach dropped. Not only had he jumped the fence and invaded her property, but he had also just invaded her personal space and violated her. His hands fell from her, and he moved back. Y/n was disappointed at the lack of contact.

“I’m so sorry.” He said quickly, making y/n nod slowly.

What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to get mad like anyone would and had the right to or was she supposed to tell him to keep going because it felt so good to be touched that way.

Oh no, instead, all that came out was a moan that she had been supressing.

Taron’s brows rose in amusement and y/n blushed a deep Scarlett. I guess getting mad at him like her brain wanted was out of the question. Stupid hormones.

Y/n cleared her throat and smirked at him.

“I was going to yell at you for that, but I guess you caught me.” She replied through an embarrassed chuckle.

“Felt that good did it?” Taron asked, taking a leap of faith with the seduction and teasing in his tone of voice.

“Honestly?” Y/n asked, biting her lip a little for effect.

Taron nodded.

Y/n motioned for him to come closer with her finger and he slowly inched forward, placing his hands on the arm rests either side of her body, essentially trapping her in place.

“I want to see what that tongue of yours can do.” She teased, running her fingers along his arm tenderly, sending shivers not only down his spine, but hers as well. She was never like this, but she was too turned on to care.

Taron smirked down at her and watched as she subtly licked her lower lip in anticipation.

“Is that so?” He teased.

Y/n watched him with hungry eyes as she nodded slowly, letting out a small yet low hum.

“Yes.” She replied softly, bringing her hands up to remove the sunglasses he was wearing. She wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to look into them as she felt his tongue in places it shouldn’t be.

“Spread your legs.” He whispered before lowering his face to hers, silently asking for a kiss.

Y/n tilted her head back a little more, inviting his lips to grace hers in a tender yet erotically passionate dance. One that left y/n feeling electrified, heady and wanted. One that neither she nor Taron had ever experienced in their lives. One that left her feeling breathless and warm at the same time.

Taron was the one to break the kiss and the look in y/n’s eye told him all that he needed to know. She was hooked on him as much as he was to her.

He smiled at her and moved down to situate himself between her legs. The place he had been before with concern for her but now, he was down there with nothing but lust and a deep yearning for her.

“Ready?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was ok with his actions this time.

Y/n locked eyes with him and nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Yes.” She replied, a giddiness in her tone.

Taron took note of the tone and winked at her, making her blush once more. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted him. No, she needed him.

Y/n watched as he inched closer to her core and when she felt his breath fan across her clit, she shuddered. He glanced up at her and saw that infatuation was written all over her face. It made him feel attractive, more than he ever had.

“Holy fuck.” Y/n gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue barely graze over her clit. Her body arched into him, trying to feel more.

Taron smiled against her as he swirled his tongue around her clit with more pressure. Y/n moaned out and grasped on to the arm rest, in an attempt to steady herself.

Never before had she felt this amount of pleasure course through her veins. Y/n had known some pretty good cunnilingus in her time, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was pure ecstasy, and she didn’t know what else to do other than grip the arm rests as she attempted to catch her breath, but it was damn near impossible as she felt his tongue enter her.

“Oh god.” She moaned out.

Taron pulled away enough to look up at her.

“Keep going.” Y/n said, harsher than she meant to. The amusement in Taron’s eyes made her smile down at him. He was enjoying this and frankly, so was she.

“On one condition.” Taron replied.

“What?” She questioned.

“Go out with me.” He answered as he let his fingers graze over her pussy ever so lightly. Y/n moaned and bit her lower lip.

“Give me an orgasm out of this world and I will.” She bartered, desperate for a release. One he was currently delaying.

“You got yourself a deal.” Taron mumbled against her dripping pussy.

As he inserted his middle finger into her, y/n threw her head back and moaned even louder than she had been. Taron moved to suck on her clit as he added his ring finger into her. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her; slow at first and then as fast as his arm would let him.

The sensation of his fingers inside her, stretching her out and the suction he had over her clit had y/n writhing in rapture. Her body felt as though it was on fire with all the stimulation it was receiving.

Y/n was too in her own world to realize just how close she was. Taron though, he could feel her pulsing around his fingers, and this gave him the indication that she was so close, so, he moved his fingers even faster and gave one last good suck before she was writhing on the lounge chair. Her body on overdrive as she squirted. Something she had never done during sex of any kind.

Taron watched in awe at the scene in front of him. Sure he had been told that he had a talent in the oral sex area but to see the effects of it play out in front of him had his body pulsing with the need for his own release. He tried to stop it, but it was no use. His cock twitched in his shorts and left him shuddering as his own orgasm rushed through him.

“I can’t move.” Y/n said, barely able to form the words.

Taron wanted to reply but he was too busy going through his own climax to do so.

Y/n opened her eyes and saw the pleasure on his face. She giggled lazily to herself as she watched him come back down.

“Wow, I’ve never done that before.” Y/n said after a minute or two.

Taron opened his eyes and looked at her with question.

“I’ve never made a guy cum without touching him.” She admitted, smiling at him. It was Taron’s turn to blush a deep Scarlett.

“It’s hot.” She told him, boosting his confidence (and ego) a little bit.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking down at his crotch.

“Oh yeah.” She replied.

They looked at each other and smirked.

“So, how about we get cleaned up and go on that date?” Y/n suggested, making Taron nod.

“Just promise me one thing.” Y/n said.

“What’s that?” He replied.

“Use the front door when you leave.” She teased as she stood on her still shaky legs and walked into the house with a breathless Taron following behind her.

Yeah, Summer was the season for many things, hot backyard sex being one of them.

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#taron egerton #taron egerton au #taron egerton imagine #taronegerton #taronegertonsmut #taronegertonxy/n #taronegertonimagines #taronegertononeshot #taronegertonxreader #taron egerton x you #taronegerton x y/n

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