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queenofpurgatoryq · 19 days

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@elysiankitty said: I've always wanted someone to write what might've happened if it had been Asi who found Alaz that first night, with no Ruya or Yaman. I thought about doing it myself, but I'm not much of a writer.

thank you for this idea!!

feel free to send me head canons/requests/anything aslaz related

It was one of these nights where Asi simply needed to be out in the open.

It was strange considering she had spent a considerable time in her life dreaming of a roof over their heads to keep them secure, a warm bed and a door for a privacy. She had it now and she was content with her squeky bed and a room that smelled a little of mold and humidity yet some nights she just wished to breathe out in the open.

Maybe you could never get rid of the street kid you had inside of yourself, she had to wait and see.

Yaman was working that night and Cesur was having an early night in. Asi was feeling restless. She went out in her pijamas which were her old joggers and a band t-shirt Yaman had bought years ago, with her leather jacket on top. She was feeling chilly but the cold was a welcalmed addition to calm her mind in this restless night.

Her thoughts (that were all over the place to begin with) were interrupted with a loud engine sound and a distant club music blasting from the speakers.

She rolled her eyes at the audacity, at this hour of the night and at this neighbourhood it had guts to drive around like that.

She turned around to see the car and was blinded by the headlight and well, the car was moving towards her too fast and she barely threw herself of road.

The car stopped with tires screaming with the force of it, the music was still blasting as she heard someone getting out of the car.

She groaned a little as she rolled on to her back, her arm was hurting a little.

"Hey, sorry I didn-"

"Are you fucking crazy?" She yelled as she sat up, she was fuming. "You entiled rich bastard, almost fucking killed me!"

She got up and tried to get rid of the dust on herself.

"Well, you were the one on the road," the guy muttered which made Asi even angrier. She looked up with a frown on her face.

"DOES THAT MEAN YOU CAN KILL ME, YOU FUCKING IDIOT?"

She moved forward and the guy took a step back with his hands above the air in surrender. His hair was ruffled and he was swaying a little bit, barely standing still. "Wow, easy there girl. You are the one with a possible murder charge here, with that murderous look in your eyes."

The guy laughed, he looked young and hadsome when he did. With that Asi punched him across the face.

"FUCK!" The guy yelled as he stepped back and fall down on his back like a rag doll. Asi could smell the booze off of him now, could see his white shirt clining on to his chest with sweat. She stared at him as he laid down with an arm drapped over his eyes, and his face squmished with pain.

Of course the rich asshole was drunk or high or both, and she had knocked him down.

Asi started to feel a little anxious, she did not want an actual murder charge on her hands on a random Friday. She moved closer and nudged him with her shoe, she could see his chest raising and falling which was a relief but there was no response. "Hey, asshole. Wake up," she said.

Oh god, was he brain dead or something?

She crouched next to him, his lip was bleeding from her punch and in her opinion it was well deserved. Such a pity that the bastard had a pretty face and she had to mess it up a litile.

"Come on, wake up," she said again. The music was blasting and the car screaming a techno song still and Asi felt like throwing up. "Hey! Are you ok-"

As she grabbed him by his shoulders and shook a little, he grabbed her by the wrist and smiled. "I think you deserved this scare," he opened his eyes with a mischievous glint in them. Asi yanked her hand and sat down as she stumbled back.

"You are such an asshole. Goodbye," she spat out as she got up.

The guy chuckled, and then subsequently started coughing in pain. "Don't go! My head hurts, you broke me, you fix me," he demanded but it felt childlike instead of commanding to Asi. He tried to sit up on the pavement and groanad in pain a little. He touched the back of his head and there was a little blood on her finger tips.

Great, fucking great.

"The weather is so nice. Should we go dancing?" He barely got up on his feet swaying from side to side and Asi had to hold him by the shoulder to prevent him from falling again.

"You are about to die you idiot, you might have concussion! Stay still," she said.

"But its so hot! I wanna swim."

Asi groaned as the guy ckumsily tried to unbutton his shirt, while she struglled to keep him still. He managed to get one open, she could see a silver chain dangling on his neck, some chest hair and smooth looking skin.

"You're gonna freeze, stop it!" She hissed ande grabbed him by his wrist. His hands were beautiful, fingers long and lean, decorated by several stylish rings.

The guy finally stopped moving and stared at her as if it was the first time. He was breathing heavy with his lips slightly parted, they were standing close now. His pupils were dialeted and eyes were unfocused but Asi could feel he was coming down off of what ever was running in his blood stream.

"You are so fucking pretty," he stated, there were no hint of any game, just observation.

Just when Asi was about to push him away the guy grimaced dropping his head on her shoulder. Their hands were trapped between thier chests and Asi heard a low groan. "I think I'm gonna puke."

Asi pushed him just in time and let him hold her arms as he moved forward and threw up on the ground.

"Its Alaz by the way," he said after coughing for almost a minute.

It was gonna be a long night.

bayramınız kutlu olsun 💕 eid mubarak to ones who are celebrating. i wish everyone a good time with your loved ones

#aslaz #yabani #my writing #alaz soysalan #bertan asllani #rojbin erden

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dragonstailbutch · 10 months

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god, dude, its been so long! how you've been? yeah, i love the stubble dude, looks cute on you. so i heard youve been thinking about wearing dresses? yeah you should totally try it dude.

what? nah, man, itll be so hadsome on you. go put one on!

damn man, youre so hot. Yeah, really! do a twirl for the homies, bro. awww, no panties, bro? dont worry, i wont say anything dude,. sorry my heads are a bit dirty from working in the shop, hope you dont mind the oil on your thighs. its ok man, i love the bush. and the hair all over is immaculate dude. yeah, seriously, youre soooo handsome.

lets grab a beer after this, first lemme fuck you reaaal nice and slow, savour every inch of you

dude, your stretch marks are so cool dude, lemme kiss em. your tummy too dude, god that happy trail makes my head spin

#transmasc nsft #butch things #t4t nsft #t4t #force masc #forcemasc #forcemasc but in hot way #the dragon speaks #dragon speaks

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owlnsfwsstuff · 7 months

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MD x fem reader bj alex smut!!

Y/n pov

"And thats the end of my stream guys come back next time where ill rate more toys for you~" i wink and shut off my camra i was a bj for my braudcasts i would rate sex toys ibe never really gotten naked on screen ive always warn my underwhere and bra i sigh softly checking my watch " agh its ten already" i get up getting dressed today i was going to my boyfriends house his name was kim myung-dae hes tall and hadsome i lived him we met at a bar where i watch him get slapped by a small guy with blond hair and black roots i was later told his name was chanwoo he didnt like that myung never wanted to really be seen with him i comforted him from his brake up a few months past and we went from friends to lovers i would come over to his house and chill...he never really told me what he did for a living but i assumed he just didnt wanna talk about it i was really curiouse though "hey myung" i smile as he opens the door he looked a little distraught "uh hey " i look confused and came in seeing papers and his computer he removed everything and sat with me on the couch"uh are you ok you seem stressed" i tilt my head he sighed "y/n can i ask you a favour " i smile " definatly! Sure anything babe" i smile he held my hand a bit " i need you to help me with...my job" i smile " sure no problem what do you need help with ill do anything " he softly smirked and stood up telling me to follow down the hall there was a door i never really have went inside before"is this your office?" He smirked "you could say that...open the door~" i looked at him he stood back i turn the knob my eyes widen it was a...sex room!? With monoters,camras,a bed and sex toys coverd the walls i blush deeply he closed the door " uh...t this...this is" i was so red and shocked alot made sence now

*Flashback*

"Good girl~"

"Can you sit at me feet...i want to pat your head~"

*Flashback over*

"A sex room y/n...is it to much" he said softly "uh n no!?" I said quickly he raised an eyebrow smirking "so...you like this sort of thing kitten~♡" he shut the door behind us moving falward " u uh....w w whatta you need my h help with i thaught i was helping with your work m myung" i blush dodging the question he smirked " you are helpingwith my work...im an MD i need..." he walked falward lifting my chin wispering " a sub~" i was 50 shades of red (lol or gray) h he wanted me to be h his sub i mean ...we havent had sex yet i said i wanted to know him more before i committed to it " u uh b but" he smiles softly " my job is broadcasting i do a live BDSM show where i play with subs the viewer's send in a point system calld chestnuts that converts into money that gets sent to me they can also request things ...dont worrie your face will be masked as will mine i wont say your name or who you are...so what do you say i know its a bit much you dont have t-" i cut him off " y yes" he looked suprised " yes?" I blush nodding he smirked " wow that quick such a naughty girl~ i didnt know you where so eager you should have told me you liked this " he took me to the bed " i i thaught youd think im wired...also i know how the bj system works...i im one to i mean ive never been naked on c camera but i review...t toys" i blush he was more shocked " you share my beautiful property with others thats rude~♡" i blush being calld his we discussed our safe words and how things would work as usual his safe word was 'macaroon' i choose 'strawberry' he told me to strip and get on the bed i obey he did his intro i where a red eye mask and he wore a black one "hello everyone MD is back ive been away for a while since i needed to find a new play toy~ but now i have found a beautiful one im sure youll like them as much as i do and to spice it up its a lovely woman since i havent had any woman on for a while~" the chat room flooded with commenters and chestnuts he stood up coming over showing me off " look how gorgeous this baby girl is~ such a cute kitten and that will be your name is that understood kitten~" he asked i blush nodding then he grabbed my chin " use your words~" i shake softly " y yes u understood.....master~♡" i purr out softly he was delighted as the show went on he had me binded up in red rope, nipple clamps on my now hardend buds and a vibrater deep inside i shake moaning as he walked over to a box "hmm what should i use dear viewers on this naughty kitten a riding crop....orrrr a paddle~♡?" He viewd the comments to see and smirk " riding crop it is~♡" he walked back over and moved my tied legs apart " oh look your dripping everywhere ...such a mess~..bad kitten" he strikes my thigh i shudder and moan out drooling " a a ah a a ah m mggs s sorry" i wimper,smirking he struck my thigh over and over soon i was so pent up i squirt all over the toy the bed and the crop " oh my already~ well ill have to teach you a lesson next time then wont i because i didnt hear me say you could cum~" i whine as he went over to the camerai lay panting tired as i hear him say his outro ...that was a new ecxpiriance that i wanted more of...i loved that man our love was binding

"MD...out~♡"

Sorry for poor spelling and punctuation 😅

#bj alex #smut #x reader

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symphonies-of-silver · 7 months

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(From @sinnohsiblings Parisa @ jet) "So your names Jet is it, handsome? I gotta say thats a very fitting name for one of the fastest of the gods. I hear you are here for work but its a party and you should totally enjoy yourself! Besides if the matter is of a dire circumstance maybe you best ask my father about it cause if a fight breaks out and hes not aware of it there is bound to be trouble! Also it would be terrible for someone so cute to be launched at mach six into the void. But I can speak from experience this is the safest place one can be. So if your friend is here you have little to worry about infact you should let loose and have a drink!"

His ears flicked at the mention of the words “hadsome” and “cute”. Though it hardly seemed to phase him as he stood proudly by the latias’ side in his infatuation.

“Sorry, but I must refuse your advances! My heart has already chosen! I shall protect her with my life!” He said as he shielded the poor, confused, Zipporah.

( Cursed Crush 3/3 )

#sinsibgala #cursed crush #Jet #Parisa #Zipporah

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simmerianne93 · 2 years

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Hello there!! How are you today?

I'm really happy with the poses I have made for this spooky season, I mean for October's month.... And you don't know how many more ideas I have had...

Unfortunately I have not the time to make them all for this month but I have wrote them for the future.

Today I'm here with a posepack that some of my friends have ask since some time ago to do.... well.... a version of it... I think I want to do more, but as I said, they have to wait a little 'cause I have not enough time to make so many packages haha.

The package is about a Vampire giving blood to her Ghoul or Victim or Lover... or wherever you want to call her... And I have to thanks my lovely @Y_randsims for making the image for the cover with my hadsome vampire and her girl... I love it... (even if it hurts when I think about my Gigi haha).

Hope you like them as well.

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What is on it?

6 Couple poses (Made with a male rig and a female rig) + 2 all in one for each sim.

What do you need?

Andrew's poses player

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo.

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Download it now here as an early access (Public on November 18th, 2022)

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I really hope you like them and I will say on advance: Thank you so much for use them.

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#ts4 #thesims4 #thesims #sims4 #sims4poses #thesims4poses #ts4poses #posesforsims #creator content #simmerianne93 #fantasyposes #poses #Halloween #halloweenposes #coupleposes #vampireposes #vampire #ghoul

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alatismeni-theitsa · 1 year

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Finnish mythology anon here! So Finnish mythology has the king and queen pairs of the underworld, the sea and the sky like Greek has. Also like in Greek mythology, the queen of the underworld is usually the one that receives guests and either rewards or punishes them. Also a big difference is that the forest was also one of the main kingdoms. I find the cultural difference here fascinating, because Finnish people relied on hunting as a food source more than the Greeks did. The queen of the forest, Mielikki is a hunting goddess like Artemis, but she isn't a virgin, as she's naturally married to the king of the forest. (The goddess of the moon is a virgin though) What's interesting is that Mielikki has a daughter called Tellervo who was syncretized with Diana. The romans and their reach am I right XD, anyway it doesn't make much sense to me because Tellervo is a goddess of grain and livestock and was depicted with "hunting with spears" symbolism only after the syncretism. There was also a celestial blacksmith, Ilmarinen. But what separates him and Hephaestus, is that Ilmarinen was portrayed as hadsome (if not a little dirty from soot) and unlike Hephaestus and fire, he was connected with air. "Ilma" meaning air and "rinen" being an ending that makes it a name. A big similarity in most mythologies was that the head god Ukko was a god of thunder, but unlike Zeus, Ukko was also a major agricultural deity, which I find interesting because it really shows the importance of farming to that society. Enjoy my rambles I suppose :D

Thank you a lot for this rumble! I learned new and fascinating things today! :D

#Finnish mythology #answered

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qyuoza · 1 year

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When TXT was written by me 🎞️

Note: A spin on this trend except it’s txt being written by me at different points in my life because I associate the members with being my rocks during my lowest. This isn’t really anything special but I love them more than anything in the entire world <3

Choi Soobin

— Written by me when I was at my lowest and nearly gave up on anyone who might ever love me. I had been rejected multiple times which slowly started to affect my self esteem so I turned to writing a guy who was just my type and would love me for who I am regardless.

— I made him sweet, funny, charming and hadsome, just anything a girl could ever ask for in a guy.

Choi Yeonjun

— Written by me when I struggled to love myself and find the good parts in me. I was constantly belittled in appearance and everyone made it seem like I wasn’t good enough, so I wrote someone who was well loved and looked up to them. Not everyone is perfect, but Yeonjun is good at a lot of things and he knows it, so I wrote it in attempt to also become like him one day.

Choi Beomgyu

— Written when I was struggling to find happiness. I wrote about someone who seemed happy on the outside just like me, but was empty and hollow on the inside. I wrote Beomgyu as a form of comfort to find someone just like me to sympathize with, and slowly but surely enough we’re both getting somewhere. I wrote about a boy whom I can help the same way he helps me.

Kang Taehyun

— Written by me when I struggled with confidence to do what I loved most. I wrote Taehyun in an attempt to make someone who loved what they did and had the confidence I wish I had, which helped me find my way back up slowly. I look up to Taehyun as someone who doesn’t give up easily, and that’s what I took into my life by writing someone who I wanted to be like.

Hueningkai

— Written by a girl who’s inner child needed healing as she got hurt by toxic friends and family problems. I wrote Hueningkai in an attempt to escape the harsh reality I had and to find solace in a warm and loving person. I had a hard time every single day with constant problems in my life, but Hueningkai makes me forget it all because of how loving and sweet he turned out.

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shelbgrey · 11 months

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Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 4: monsters are good

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The next morning I got up early and headed to the school so I could stock up on books for my upcoming lessons. The schools library was a lot bigger than I expected and had found all the needed books expect for Dracula by Bram Stoker.

Once I found it I sighed when I looked up. It was on a shelf behond my reach. I shifted the four other books I had to one arm and stood on the top of my toes to reach it. As I did heard someone come up behind me and cold hand grabed it with no effort.

“here” the voice said softly. My cheeks immediately faded into a light shade of pink as Eleazar Denali held my desired book out.

“thank yo-Gracias” I stuttered and took the book. He smiled softly as his enchanting gold eyes stared at me.

“De nada” he smirked as I placed the novel on top of my stack. He turned away for a second and surched for a book. “Dracula, huh?”

“yeah, it's for my English class” I responded. Eleazar nodded and grabed the novel he was looking for. It was The Shining by Stephen King, one of my favorites.

“my niece and nephew were talking about that” he said holding the book to his side as we walked towrds the check out counter.

“the shining, huh? I love that book” I said as the librarian checked my stack of books out. Eleazar smiled and looked at the cover. “well, if you recommend it, I'm really gonna have to read it”

“do you believe in the supernatural?” I asked catching him off guard. “¿Qué?(what?)”

“The shining... It's about ghosts and man going crazy... And of course Dracula is vampires” I asked holding my book up. “just asking is all... Never mind, I'll see you around” I said felling like I embarrased myself.

I walked out of the library shaking my head, questioning myself why I'd ask a random question like that, especially to someone I barely know.

“wait up” Eleazar said catching up to me. I looked at him then up head. “to awnser your question I prefer not to dwell on it”

“so you once didn't and you got proven wrong?” I asked. He gave me the side eye and huffed. “somethings are just worth staying a mystery”

I nodded, agreeing with him to some extent. The leadgens Harry used to tell me Leah is a great example. Harry believed them to be ture while the two of us didn't know what to believe... That was intill Sam phased.

“I guess you got a point” I said as the bell rang telling us we had five minutes until our students would start the migration to our classrooms. “bye Eleazar”

“Adiós Y/n” he said, flashing me his hadsome smile.

As I took attendance for my English class I noticed it to be a tad bit smaller than usual, I looked up and noticed Edward Cullen was gone.

“Tayna, where's your Cousin?” I asked marking down names. Tayan looked up from her book and nervously bit her lip. “he's out of town... Personal reasons”

“I don't need to know where he is, I just wanted to make sure he's okay” I stated. Tayna smiled softy.

I turned around and started to write on the board. “today where gonna start off with Mary Shelly's Frankenstein” I said as I wrote Frankenstein in big letters on the board.

“now first things first... Frankenstein is the doctor not the name of monster. Over the years people have gotten that confused, so I'm telling you this now” I half joked. The class snickered or rolled their eyes as I started the lesson.

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Later that night I was invited to the Clearwater's home to suprise Leah. Me and Leah had been best friends when we were little kids up until mom made me move to Arizona during my freshman year of college. We stayed in contact all those years and I think us being away only made our relationship stronger.

“y/n!” Seth said cheerfully as he opened the door and gave me a big hug. And there was Leah's little brother, Seth, who was literally the sweatest person on the planet. I grew up babysitting him during my time living with my father. I think this also helped me become so close to the family.

“Hey, buddy” I said ruffling his hair as he smiled big.

Leah came down the stairs with a huff, she looked up and immediately smiled. “n/n!” she ran and gave me a big hug. “I missed you”

“missed you too”

I was greeted by Sue and Harry next, they welcomed me with open arms then lead me into the kitchen. Usually you would have seen Sam with Leah, but unfortunately he broke up with her and is now datting Emily. Sam hated himself for hurting Leah, but with the whole imprinting thing he realized Emily was the one. It really put a damper on our friend group, me and Emily were just as close, same with Sam. In the beginning of there relationship there was a lot of 'picking' sides and Emily would either call me with tears in her eyes or Leah would call me shouting. Then Sam would just come over to my house needing a break from the reservation.

Dinner was peaceful and felt like a real family dinner, Sue cooked steaks and potatoes. Sometimes I wished I had this, the peaceful dinner with the whole family without any fights.

“so how's the teaching job?” Sue asked. “more specifically, why aren't you teaching at the reservation?” Seth joked. Sue playfully hit him then turned to me so I cound continue.

“it's great, the kids there are really great” I said taking a sip of my tea.

“Cullens go there, don't they?” Harry said bitterly. Sue rolled her eyes as she put some green beans on her plate. “Harry, don't start”

“yeah they do... They're good kids” I said softly. “and one of them is the Spanish teacher.”

“you should keep your distance from them, Trouble follows them like wild fire” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

I knew about they're treaty just by the leadgens Billy and Harry would tell me and Leah, but I never would go to the lengths that they're part of the supernatural world.

“Nothing Honey” Sue quickly said as she gathered our plates.

“you don't think the leadgens are true?” Seth asked me and Leah quietly. “cold ones and shifters are just stories” Seth was still in the dark about the pack, Leah knew about it because of Sam but the family agreed to keep Seth safe from the truth until he was old enough... Or he phases.

“I don't know... I think they're different, but I don't think they are what the leadgens say” I said giving the Cullens the benefit of the doubt.

I thought about they're gold eyes though and how cold Eleazar's hands were. But the leadgens always said the cold ones had red eyes and couldn't be trust around Humans... So what's the deal?

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“Heaven knows your name I've been praying, To have you come here by my side Without you a part of me is missing. Just to make you my own, I will fight”

Tayna heared the music coming from Eleazar's room as she came home from from hunting. Everyone knew he played guitar, but unlike Edward he didn't like people hearing it. It was rare occasionally to hear him play, so most of the time he'd play while everyone else was gone. It was even more rare to hear him sining, he had this Spanish tone the family loved to hear.

“haven't heard you play in a while?” Tayna said coming in. Tayna and her sisters were the exception. He didn't mind if they heard, he used to play all the time when they lived in Alaska.

“I got board” he said setting his guitar down. Tayna set down next to him and smile. “the song make you think of her, doesn't it?”

He shrugged as he retuned his black guitar. Tayna chuckled and shook her head. “you shouldn't hide your feelings so much”

“hypocrite” he said jokingly.

Beofer she could awnser there was a crash down stairs, that only ment two things: Emmett was being reckless or Alice had a vision. Eleazar and Tayna shared a quick glance and raced down stairs.

“what did you see Alice?” Jasper asked as Tayna and Eleazar stepped over Esme's broken vase and the pile of orchids. Eleazar looked down not relizing he brought the guitar with him, he set it down on the counter and walked up to Alice.

“I think y/n I getting close to discovering what we are, she has her suspicions... But she doesn't want to jump to conclusions” Alice said.

“why would she have her suspicions?” Eleazar asked.

“she grew up with the Quileute leadgens” Irina rolled her eyes. “oh great, she's friends with the mutts”

Eleazar shot her a nasty look. The family would learn quickly not to talk down to y/n in his presence. And with y/n, you insult her friends then your insulting her too. “they're her friends... Don't talk about her like that” he said.

He then turned to Alice. “she can't know, it'll put her in danger”

“she'll find out sooner than later... Maybe you should be the one to tell her” Kate said gently. Eleazar knew she was right, but thst didn't change the fact it scared him to bring her into this world. His world.

#Eleazar denali x reader #Eleazar denali imagines #Eleazar denali #Twilight stories #Twilight #New moon #Eclipse #Breaking dawn #Denali x reader #Denali imagines #Cullen family x reader #Cullen #Edward cullen #Charlie swan

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heyharoldsboo · 1 year

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I know this is a Percy fan blog and im a big wavier shipper and hate wyler with a passion. But I gotta say this somewhere and i dont have social media… Hunter Doohan is GORGEOUS. Like hes so hadsome but in a cute kind of way and I love his hair for some reason. Gay population yall keep winning, good for you!!

I started as a one direction blog 12 years ago, so it’s good. We can discuss anything.

Hunter really is gorgeous. And the fashion he’s been wearing during awards season?? Damnnn boy is pretty.

#hunter doohan #heyharoldsboo talks

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orowyrm · 2 years

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how did you style your wig? im trying to do a similar one but ive got nooooo clue how and im scared ill fuck it up 😭

I FEEL THAT SO HARDDDD i got a little lucky with mine because it was already kinda styled when i got it (i didn't have to trim it, thank god) and it hadsome loose curls, but i used a spray-on dry shampoo to get rid of a lot of the shininess and then followed a lot of the tips in these videos for adding volume to the bangs and tightening the curls a bit into a more desired shape. its probably not yhe most all inclusive information out there but i found it helpful! good luck you got this!!!! :D

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#im by no means an expert this is the first time ive ever styled a wig and i definitely had a LOT of trouble with the curls #but its easier once you get the hang of it!!!!! if youve got the time and resources i definitely recommmend #gettign a cheap 'practice' wig before you go all in on the one you need #i did not do this becausse i am not smart. but i wish i did

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serialkiller63 · 1 year

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Let’s talk about Onésimo of the best known Theodore Robert Conwell or better known as Ted Bundy (sorry for spelling mistakes, my language is not english)

Born Novenber 24, 1946, Burligton, Vermont, United States (Died January 24, 1986, Florida State Prison, United States)

Ted Bundy as the author of 30 murders over a period of 4 years, although the deadth toll could be higher. He is believed to be responsable for 40 unsolved disapperarances. All victims (at least the Onésimo he confessed to) seré young women between the ages of 12 and 22 years old, many of them univercity students, he tricked them by posing as disabled or someone with social superiority such as a politician once murdered them, abuses them and dismembered them (which mekes it one of the most macabre murders of the century 20), he came to keep memories of some of this victims, such as their heads.

During his first years of traning, he has a relatively normal life, he was a student and graduated in psychology and law, studies that motívated him when he was arrested for his crimes, he decided to defend himself and with his charisma also playing his part, he managed to delay several times. Hi execution but justice ende up being harsh with him being executed in the electric chair on January 24, 1987 at the age of 42.

Facts

Ted Bundy saved a 4 year old boy from drowning for which he received a police medal.

He did community work (he even became a volunteer on a hotline that helps women who had been assaulted).

When he was convicted, many women befan to sent him love letters as he seemed very hadsome.

He grew up in a dysfunctional family.

Ted Bundy has undergone a psychological evaluation at Utah State Prison. Having tacen psychology classes in college, Bundy kenew exatly how to answer all the questions to manipulate the results and make him look like a normal person.

Ted Bundy has a daughter (Rose Bundy).

What did you think of this serial killer?

#killer #interesting #jeffrey dhamer

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Genetic Opportunity

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Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Major Character Death (whoops)

Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester & Bobby Singer

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer

Additional Tags: Science Experiments, Sam Winchester is a Science Experiment

Summary: Applicants Wanted! Team of highly qualified grads at UM are looking for applicant. Ideally 20-35, stocky, rough build, pref. Male but female will also work given proper conditions, want spontaneity. Running through on a first come, fist served basis. WE PAY HADSOMELY! Message us on our usenet board, UMgenealogyteam, or respond below. Are on the verge of something, need quick replies and to be easy on had. Easy to work with. Get back as soon as you can, spaces filling up fast.

Applicants Wanted!

Team of highly qualified grads at UM are looking for applicant. Ideally 20-35, stocky, rough build, pref. Male but female will also work given proper conditions, want spontaneity. Running through on a first come, fist served basis. WE PAY HADSOMELY! Message us on our usenet board, UMgenealogyteam, or respond below. Are on the verge of something, need quick replies and to be easy on had. Easy to work with. Get back as soon as you can, spaces filling up fast.

Sam had seen the offer as an ad on the side of one of the websites he had been trolling for another case he could jump on. It was a tempting offer. After all, they were in a bit of a situation. Dean was in the hospital (again) and he was up in arms over the bill. Dean needed expensive heart medication before the doctors could even think about letting him go home. Poor bastard’s in a chair looking off into the distance as Sam looked over the website he thought that if he signed up for the experiment or whatever it was then he’ll end it and buy Dean his medication. Dean wasn’t exactly charitable most of the time but this was Sam and he gave up his career and a life in law so he figured, hey what the hell. It was worth going out and putting himself on the line.

Sam Winchester. 34. Athletic. He nearly fit the criteria. He wasn’t exactly stocky per se. He did plat some football when he was in high school. You’d be surprised at what he could do with those arms. He didn’t know how much he weighed but he was about six feet. He didn’t know if that mattered but he had to put that in there for their purposeless. As for the fitting in part, he doubted that they would have an issues. He worked well enough in team settings. He had worked with other hunters before but instead of putting that in, he just said that he worked on an unpublished study before which wasn’t a complete lie. When he was 19, he tested skin scream and he thinks that he did pretty well. They got free samples afterwards. Of course, whether he went through with it or not will ultimately depend on how much money they were talking. Sam’s heart medication would cost $700. If possible, he would also like a little extra spending cash so he could buy himself something nice.

They would discuss more when they met.

He also took a look at their board. It was pretty sophisticated for some college website. It looked like they got some really good funding. He posted the same thing on there so they’d be sure to see. He’d be available Tuesday through Saturday but he would be sure to have his phone on him at all times so he didn’t miss their call. He posted his number to the board and looked forward to whatever they got. He was pretty confident that he could handle it. He needed to.

Sam waited for the people to get back to him, continually refreshing his email in waiting for the answer to his post on the board. He didn’t know why he was waiting for an immediate response from whoever was running the study. There was probably hundreds of applicants, right? Sam idely opened up the email once more as Sam’s heart monitor beeped in the background. The hospital wifi was slower than any motel wifi he had been on before. But he had a bit of a wait anywhere. No use in complaining about it since they could never really think all too much about getting an actual house.

Hey there Sam,

Great news! Our team has taken a look at your background and you check out. We’re also sorry to hear about your brother’s heart condition. These days, it seems like everyone is dying of some sort of disease. We hope we can help you. $700 is easily within our range given the amount of endurance and dedication this study will required. Come over on Saturday. We’re in the Fielder building on the second floor. If you have trouble finding it, our receptionist can help you out.

We think given the description you provided you’ll work. But we need you to report for a quick interview and subsequent physical examination. Don’t worry too much, we’ve done this with all the applicants. The process will be quick.

We can’t wait to meet you.

At least the receptionist was nice and the staff was friendly. It helped ease the anxiety Sam had about leaving the hospital. The upfront payment was nice. The process was easy and he couldn’t believe that it was over. Anyways, he was going to have to report to the form every day. Not sure how the board will work. But if they had a problem with him jotting down the effects there, then they could say so and he could record them in his notes or something. He was going through the checklist they gave him on the way home and he’s looking it over. All of the paperwork was pretty long but he thought he would be able to get through it. If not, he would have one of his old friends look over it who might be able to sort through most of it.

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Their techniques seemed remarkably advanced. He took only chem and biology in 11th grade but he had been reading up on the whole cloning thing lately and it did interest him. They cloned that sheep and there are pictures of her and everything. Pretty soon you could get people cloned. Not to say that’s appealing or anything. But he would be lying if he saw the prospect of having a smaller Sam around to do chores or whatever wasn’t kind of near. It was nice that they had people going research on that. It would put Minneapolis on the map if they were able to do something like that or had any sort of breakthrough. He hoped that the other applicants were doing well. He decided to take the medication after every meal he ate at the hospital since the packet mentioned that the results could be corrupted without nutrients.

Tonight, he was going to eat some steak and asparagus then have ice cream for desert. After that he would head back to Sam’s room, take the dose and go to sleep. He needed lots of energy for the next day. Hopefully none of this will do anything.

The facility he visited that day had some neat equipment. He especially like that processor they had. Looked top-of-the-line. He guessed that you needed that when the field was genetics. To process all of those base pairs and helixes or whatever they were called. Amazing that way down we’re just lines of code. If he looked down the the cellar level. All those cytoplasms and alleles working in harmony. It’s like a little factory down there.

The tour he had been given after the procedure had convinced him that maybe he should think of attending MU when it was all over (if it ever asl all over). He’d been putting it off. Getting that law degree but maybe college was what he was supposed to do after all. The campus was nice. Good sun and lots of areas for studying. He’d have to look into tuition and if there are any scholarships. He had gotten a full ride to Stanford after all. Maybe the students could refer him to the eligibility board or whatever.

Anyways, that was all he had for the night. He would report again if anything happened tomorrow. The payment upfront helped pay for the medication and part of the hospital stay.

He took he dose like the packet said with a dose of water. He reclined in the hospital chair and watched from TV for about an hour. The Pretender was on and it was the season finale and he didn’t mind watching it. He knew the packet said to go to sleep immediately but one hour of TV wouldn’t hurt. He had a dream where he was in a glass building looking up at the sky. Then he woke up around 7am. As of him writing down his recollection of the day, it was nearly 6pm. Dinner tonight was going to be pizza and a 2 liter of Sprite then another dose. He might go down to the cafeteria and get a side salad. He had been tracking the calories like the sheet said and would probably add it up.

He thought he should mention something that happened that day. Sundays, he usually went out for a walk, not really to do anything other than just walk. He couldn’t actually do anything for fun but that since they were currently so stopped for cash. Some days, he would scrounge for change and get on a bus to head downtown and window shop. All that to say that when he got to this one display, he though they had a stereo in the window, and he was looking at it for a few minutes when he noticed his reflection in the glass. It was kind of like his eyes were focused on the setup and then they snapped back and he saw himself, absent minded.

Something about how he looked didn’t look right. He couldn’t place it. It wasn’t anything physical but it was subtle. If he wasn’t being specific, he apologizes. It was hot out and the sun was bearing down on him. Maybe he was suffering from a heat stroke although he doubted it because he didn’t feel at all hot. His selection was wrong somehow. For a second, he wondered if it was actually him he was looking at. Then everything became clearer in his field of vision. He looked himself over and he was fine. The street was how it had been. The stereo set was right there and his reflection was okay. But there was something disturbing about seeing himself like that. He couldn’t say for sure how it was wrong. Couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe something about his eyes.

He walked around for an hour or so, looked in more windows and nothing was there either. Then he got back to the hospital and watched TV for about two hours. But this point it was getting to be evening so he hopped in the hospital showers and tried to relax. Nothing else had happened so far. Could be completely unrelated to the substance. Might be an illusion like he said. Not sure how that could happen, though. Given what they had described, he doubted that it would effect his mental state.

It was about fifteen minutes until the pizza guy said he would be there. But he usually ran at least ten minutes late. It was getting dark outside and he was getting tired. A couple of minutes ago, he called Bobby. He had a lot of things to do over at his place so he hadn’t had a chance to go over to see him much. It seemed like he was always busy and only had a few minutes to talk to Sam over the phone. He wouldn’t want to disturb Bobby and he’s great. He still had five pages of the paperwork to go over. He might pull it off because it looked so complex. He wasn’t sure, really. If he does, he’d be sure to get it in before the deadline. He figured making the entries he posted to the board more effort. He enjoyed it though. He wondered how the lab work was going. There were a lot of genetic diseases that were even worse than the pathogenic ones. There weren’t any cures that he knew of. If you have one, you just have to live with it for the rest of your life because there aren’t any external factors. The disease is programmed into cell in your body, each and every square inch of you is targeted. He knew that the lab knew all of that but it was a disturbing thought.

Dean was looking a lot better lately. They got pretty much everything taken care of as far as his heart went. The insurance fraud they pulled off covered all of his treatment but the medication was where it stopped. The doctors were joking at the desk about betting who in the ward was going to die first. It made Sam sick listening to that kind of thing. Doctors shouldn’t be talking like that. Especially where parents and relatives can hear.

He had accidentally brought some of the substance along. It was sticking out of his pocket.

“What’s this,” Dean asked, pulling at it.

“Just something I’m taking,” Sam responded. “It’s supposed to benefit me somehow. Something to do with something called Chromatin.”

Dean leaned back in his bead, pressed the button on the side and it made it’s noise, “Is it illegal?”

Sam told him no. That it was officially sanctioned and Sade. He sighed, put his hands behind his head and that was about the end of that conversation. In three days he would be discharged and they would spend the night in a motel before getting the hell out of dodge before their scheme got found out.

After the lunch he had at the hospital (he had also been keeping track of lunch and breakfast). Today for lunch he had a burger and salad. Today’s breakfast was cereal and yogurt. Yesterday, he thought that lunch was a leftover Caron of Chinese food in the mini fridge. Breakfast was orange juice and some offs. Day before that it was a casserole and he didn’t have any breakfast that day. Don’t worry. It all added up to the correct amounts. He’d done the math and he thought it should be fine.

He’d been watching a lot of TV to pass the time. One thing he was starting to notice was that he’ll sit down, turn the TV on and it’ll be a show he was interested in watching but before he knew it, the show will be over. It wasn’t as if he forgot what happened , it’s more like time sped up and he didn’t notice. For some reason that only happened when he was watching TV. The end credits will be on and he’ll feel like he just watched the theme song but somehoww he remembered everything that happened during the episode. If he was just doing off then he wouldn’t know what happened. This had never happened to him before so he thought it was related to the substance. It felt like a time warp. The first few times it happened to him, he was worried but not he had kind of gotten used to it. He kind of liked it. If he didn’t like show, he could tune our the the next thing he knew, it was over. Kind of cool.

Anyways, lasagna was for dinner that night. There are some really good recipes at the hospital if you were there long enough. He’d take his does after that. Then he’d probably try out the new TV thing for a whole, maybe an hour or two, then hit the sack. He was tired.

He woke to a barrage of messages on his answering machine. A lot of them were from Bobby. As he said, Bobby was very busy so his voice was upset and he had a hostile tone. He asked about Sam, how he was doing, if he was going anywhere, and why he had heard from Dean and not Sam in so long. As if it’s his fault that he always has something to do. It’s no wonder they rarely spent any time together. He didn’t think that Bobby was on the road or anything like that. But given how little time he had talked to Sam, he suspected that he had gone on the road to find someone. Anyway, that wasn’t the best thing to wake up to. After that, Sam stood from the chair. The room as empty and the shelves were covered in dust…for some odd reason. The imprint of Dean was still on the bed. Some of the food in the fridge had gone bad.. Probably a power outage. He threw it away. The lasagna from last night was good. He added some dill.

For breakfast he had dry cornflakes. The milk had gone bad. Also an orange. After that, he put on his coat and went for a walk. It was nice out. He walked for around two hours, just admiring the architecture. After that he walked around the city center for a while. He remembered going to it a few times while Dean was in the hospital. It was a lot more modern than any of the other cities and towns Sam and Dean had been in. Times were changing as they say. He got a turkey sandwich at the food court of some mall and a mango smoothing then sat down on a bench, watching the people go by. The cashier looked at him weird when he requested how many calories they were. It was a perfectly reasonably question with the diet craze going on these days, everyone has a right to know how much they were Martin. Anyway, he stared out for a while, looking at all the shops.

He noticed a shop that he hadn’t seen in the weeks he had spent in town. It was a coffee shop. He had been to the center about a week ago and it hadn’t been there. There had been a boutique instead. The speed in which they renovate these things is pretty amazing. He imagined it took a huge team to fix everything up and turn it all inside out. He threw his sandwich away and by the time he got to the doors, it was already closing time. When he went in, it was only around three but he stepped out and the security guard waved goodbye and it was night. He guessed he must have lost track of time. Or maybe it was later than he thought when he got to the city center. But either way that wasn’t very good for the purposes of the records he was writing. He’d assume they’d keep them for their studies and they’d need accurate information. By the time he got to the motel he and Dean were supposed to meet at when he got out (which he assumed he did by the dent in his hospital bed) it was midnight. He had checked the clock when he came in.

As he was writing up the record of the day, it was fifteen past. He was going to order a pizza then pass out. So far nothing has happened except those occasional moments of him completely spazzing out. He still remembers everything though…in some weird way. He couldn’t explain it any more than that. He hoped it satisfied those who were in charge of this whole study enough to know more than less.

Dean’s funeral was today.

When he left the hospital, he was apparently recovering but now he’s being buried. He attended the funeral and Bobby called him and told him that he better show up or there would be consequences. He had no idea what they were talking about. Then he checked the computer’s internal clock. It’s September. Monitors don’t lie. September. When he went to sleep last night it was May. May!. He felt like hell. His stomach was a mess from malnutrition and when he looked the mirror and he looked old. If you think smoking can turn you inside out, talk about prolonged periods of unconsciousness.

He’d finally realized how it was. You know how you got to sleep, you start dreaming and the dream is incredibly vivid, right down to the last detail then you wake up and can’t remember any of it? Only you should be able to remember it. It was right there in your brain a second ago. It was such a real experience that it should register in your memory. Only it doesn’t. That’s how these prolonged blackouts are. He remember them vaguely. Remember eating as well as he could. Remembered shuffling around the house. Remembered going outside maybe once a week to keep his legs active. But the whole time he wasn’t himself. He was someone else. Acting on commands, basic Moto functions to keep his systems running. He might have taken a bath. Now those months were one giant blur and he’d snapped back to complete awareness. The feeling resembles being shot with a gun.

And of course Bobby is not answer any of his calls any more. He called him and he told Sam to fuck off. To never call again. That they were over. That the Winchesters were nothing but trouble and were the death of him. It sucked, though. To know there was nothing that he could do about it. He says that he came over to see him once. That his eyes were glazed over and he was sitting on the couch mumbling something to himself. The food in the kitchen was, of course, rotten according to Bobby. The furniture was dusty and he left after maybe five minutes. He probably thought he was a demon blood addict again. That he somehow found someone to feed off of. Maybe he ate some of the food while he was out. In this state, there’s no way he could tell the difference between something that’s rotten and something that’s not. It could account for his malnutrition.

He didn’t know if the study was even still going on but he wasn’t going to take any more doses. Hell, it was probably over. The semester started already and it was too late for him to enroll and if he did, he’d probably be terrified. He was going straight. He missed enough of his life already. To see his brother’s empty casket defend into the cold Earth, knowing that for the last four months he was living a pleasant life and that he could have gone over to visit him one last time if it wasn’t for this shit is enough to convince him to give it up and they better not ask for their money back either. It was all gone. He guessed he had been paying the rent while he was ‘away’.

San had been like this for almost two years at this point. He didn’t take a dose last night, or should he say two years ago. How much of that time was spent comatose sitting around, he didn’t know. He better get out the disinfectant wipes from the closet. Wipe down all the furniture down before night falls. Because when he sleeps, the world completes entire rotations, time gets distorted, doesn’t it?

He called his friends and they had completely disowned him but now. They talked about him like he was dead. Their friend who had left them all those years ago and never drops by to visit. Just vanished one day and never came back. The motel tried to kick him out. That his room and the stench coming from the decay is lowering the value of the property. Greedy prick.

He didn’t know what to say anymore. That shit had ruins his system so that he could go into the deep whether he should take it to not. It’s rewritten him from the ground up like a typewriter and he can’t stop it. It was four in the morning and he was going to stay up as long as he can because while he’s here, he has time to do things, fix things, go around and try to repair the damage. He had been filling the cracks all night, repainting, washing. He threw away the old food. He ordered a pizza and it tasted delicious but it’s a different guy now and they’ve changed their recipe. He ate it like a pig then took a bath. He didn’t know how often he did that and his teeth were starting to hurt. He also ordered a month’s worth of groceries to be delivered sometime the next day. He couldn’t place his confidence in his subconscious because he couldn’t take care of him as well as his normal mind. He couldn’t do everything he could. No matter what the New Age gurus said.

If anyone was reading this, or hell even if someone from the Fielder ream read it, he just needed someone to know that he was trying. There must have been gone wrong. The calories or exercise or something. If someone knew what to do, he needed some help. He needed to find something. He’d been stating at the screen and trying to stay awake, reciting things in his head because once he slipped, he couldn’t get out of it. It’ll be over him again and at this point who knows what the next time will be? Three years, five, he wakes up and everyone has tubes in their the

Well, there’s a new president, no one of note. He went to campus and spent the day walking. When he got there it was hot and there were people around. So many people. He hadn’t seen this many people in a long time. It was strange talking and seeing and they avoided him because of course who wouldn’t? Talking around and knowing what was up and then get to the building. No building there. It was gone. They packed up and left, Hugh? Asked it, asked guide, saidd it was out, had been moved, was gone and he figured that they had all graduated and were now winning Nobel prizes under shiny spotlights. Well can’t ignore him, can them? Can they ignore this face, sunken eyes, stomach ready to collapse?

Just nothing but a bare field. A bare lot noe. Some people talking on it. Maybe never existed whose to say he’s crazy and it was all a dream. Babblings of an insane person. Don’t mind him. His head was about to explode. House is such a mess. God damn.

It was kind of poetic now that he’s loose from time. He can go forward and the surprises never stop. A passenger on voyage to the end of time. Last Redoubt loomed large overhead. Black monolith in that endless night. Walk towards the Black Hills there’re seven lights. No one knows what they are but he’ll see them soon enough and Minna will be a cuter of fire. Things engulfed as he kept going on and no stopping now. Because why would there?

Police will come throw him into a cell and won’t care about it. Hell sit and look out through bars, eyes glazed over embalmer’s glue.

Next stop infinity.

Sam now wrote from a public library. He can’t remember shit except for the password to that damned forum. That goddamned forum was still up and he was gonna update as long as it was up.

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