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after-witch · 9 months

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With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You were lying to yourself if you claimed to think Mahito would be satisfied with kisses and late-night snuggles on the couch.

Word count: 1220ish

Notes: yandere, possessiveness, implied dubcon, talks of virginity, self-blame for unwanted advances, Mahito in general

Mahito steps forward, and you’re trapped between the unusual coolness of his body and your bedroom wall. One of your posters--some sun-faded thing leftover from your school years--crinkles against your back. You hope it doesn’t rip, and then you’re back to worrying about more important things.

Like the fact that Mahito wants you to have sex. Tonight. Today. Right now.

“It’s just--I’m not ready,” you say, lips dry, stammering stupidly. “I’m a--I mean, I’ve never… I haven’t…”

Mahito quirks his head, and then grins, all teeth and salaciousness. “Oh-hh. You’re a virgin, then?” When you don’t answer, he pokes the end of your nose with a finger. “I read about it. It doesn’t matter to me. Humans attach importance to silly things, don’t they?”

Something like humiliation and hurt puffs up in you. He doesn’t take anything seriously, at least not when it comes to you. It’s never bothered you too much. It was part of the charm, the game, of being with someone like him.

But this is… different. Isn’t it? And it bothers you, deep down, even though you really forfeited all rights to any sort of normal relationship expectations the moment you willingly kissed a literal curse.

“It’s not silly.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you think back to fumbled romances from before Mahito. Awkward make-out sessions on the couch that always ended in you telling your dates that you weren’t ready to go that far, and they either smoothly accepted it and got their time’s worth with sloppy kisses and gropes or got the hell out of dodge, and you’re not sure which was more hurtful in the end.

And then came Mahito. And he was different. And a curse. And you were in something-like-a-relationship with him, but you didn’t know what to call it when the person you were seeing couldn’t be seen by anyone around you and he tortured people (to death, or not, and you definitely knew which one was worse in that case) for fun and “science” and you, sick and selfish thing, still loved the way he pressed kisses up your neck to feel your heartbeat or yanked your bottoms down to taste what was underneath or simply held you all night while you watched movies.

And now he wants to push you down onto your bed and fuck you, and you don’t know what to do or say. You don’t want it, but you knew it was coming, like it always does in any relationship. Was it any wonder that it came, too, in this one?

Mahito puffs air in your face and you flinch, startled out of your thoughts.

“Where’d you go, hmm?” You feel his fingers on your chin and you know what’s coming when one of them slides along your lips. One of Mahito’s fingers hooks onto the side of your mouth, and if you weren’t used to him playing around with your body like it was a lump of clay, it would have bothered you. Instead you wonder when he last washed his hands, even as he stretches your lip upward, a mockery of a half-smile.

“Humans are silly. You’re silly,” he says, all matter-of-fact. Then he sighs, put-off or tired or just pretending to be in order to make himself more palatable, more humanesque, to you. You can never tell with him, and that’s part of the thrill. “Is it because you…”

He releases your lips and taps his chin, putting on a show as he thinks for a moment, digging out information from whatever well of knowledge he stores things in. He normally pulls out trivia about humanity that would be better suited to some sort of criminology class. But today it’s something far less morbid, though hardly any less anxiety-inducing.

“Are you saving yourself for marriage? Is that why you don’t want to have sex?”

Your cheeks feel impossibly hot.

You shake your head, looking down, unable to look at him. He never has a problem staring at you for what always feels like a terribly long time. Sometimes he does it so you’ll give him the answer he wants. Other times, it’s to study you--or that’s what you think, anyway.

Mahito pouts. “Oh. Darn. I was thinking we might have a wedding, if that was the case. I’ve always admired those pretty dresses in the windows.” He sighs again. “Probably couldn’t invite him, though, anyway. He wouldn’t approve.” He smiles again, bright and peppy, all imitations of tiredness tossed aside like an old coat. “Did you know he wanted me to kill you the first time I brought you up?”

You nod, because Mahito has had no problem telling you that his companions think he should have killed you a long time ago, and sometimes he thinks about it. But then he remembers how much fun you have together, so he puts it off for another day.

And the thought hits you like lead: If you won’t have sex with him, will he kill you? Will refusing make you too annoying or boring to put up with? Or is it better to say no and keep up the chase, make him fight for you? It was almost dizzying, the way relationship games became serious with Mahito around. A regular guy might just break up with you. Mahito might just break your neck.

“Then… oh!” His expression brightens and he looks so sweet like this that you can almost forget what he is and what you’re doing with him. Almost. “You’re worried about the pain.” He nods, a mockery of sage wisdom. “I’ve read about that, too. He tilts his head back a little. “In novels. It’s cute…”

“You’re cute,” he says, and that’s a good sign--right?--because it means he still wants you. And you’re at least another step farther from being turned into some awful experiment in a sewer.

His lips press against your ear, and his voice is too close and he’s too close, but you signed up for this when you let him in your life, didn’t you? You let him hold you and kiss you and if you didn’t think he’d eventually want more, you were lying to yourself.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, and it does nothing but make you worry more. “I’ll be gentle.”

The most awful thing of all is that you can't tell if he's being genuine or not.

He grins, a sticky smile that oozes an awful dark pressure that makes your stomach clench. It would be better, you think, to do what he wants. Since he seems to want it so much. And… you should be flattered, if anything. Right? Be flattered. Be grateful. Appreciate that some all-powerful curse wants to press you into a mattress and have sex with your body and pull out your mewls and moans like he’s done before, albeit in a far less intimidating fashion.

Mahito presses a chaste kiss to the end of your nose, then pulls back to examine your expression.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say, isn’t it?” His fingers card through your hair up your scalp, scratching just a little too hard to feel nice. “So you don’t fight as much?”

You swallow, and your throat is so tight that your spit might as well be needles.

Mahito, not wanting for an answer, presses his hands against your shoulder and pushes you harder against the wall as he moves in for a hungry kiss. Behind you, the poster rips.

#mahito x reader #yandere mahito #yandere jujutsu kaisen #afterwitch writes #this is what I mean when I say i have no idea what's coming when lol #wrote this tonight since I can't get that dialogue outta my head

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amarthine · 6 months

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𖦹 synopsis. main four w sick reader ! — how they act when your sick.

disclaimers. swearing, slightly suggestive, cartman being a jew hater

notes. i have really bad allergies at the moment so i came up with the idea for this one !!

eric cartman.

he kinda forgot you could get sick.

but you did, whether it was bad allergies, the flu, any kind of sickness at all.

hes Cartman, like i’ve said time and time before.

so he pretends like he doesn’t care, but your health is a priority to him.

“What do you mean you can’t come to watch Terrance and Phillip with me today? Why the hell not?”

“Eric, Im sick.”

“So what?”

genuinely gets disappointed and mad that you cant, and or wont come over.

pretty much is more agitated than he already is for the rest of the day towards everyone who speaks to him besides you, especially towards kahl.

“Shut up you stupid jew.”

If your sick for more than a day or two, he’ll just come over to your house because frankly—hes just a bit too dependent on your company.

But he’ll be so dramatic if you cough or sneeze around him.

“Oh my god ..i..i think i’m dying, your spreading your illness!”

You literally just sneezed next to him.

He acts like your both sick or something.

kenny mccormick.

kenny’s died, gotten sick, etc. multiple times before.

although, unlike him. You actually stayed home, being sick, resting. instead of being in the freezing cold snow like everyone else.

kenny does all of the above when hes sick instead of resting, no wonder.

“Wait .. why can’t you come outside?”

“Because, im sick, kenneth.”

“..But you can still walk.”

that aside, he does try his best to take care of you.

despite all the risks of doing it, he still lays down next to you, cuddles you, sleeps beside you.

and most definitely tries to kiss you.

And he just chills with you, maybe make you soup, soup at your house of course.

He doesn’t have alot of money to help you to be honest.

But he did steal something on the account of you were feeling 10x more horrible and he had to snatch some medicine for you.

Personally? Hes like butters when it comes to a relationship.

Both of the two act like golden retriever type of boyfriends, but thats just in my opinion.

kyle broflovski.

lord.

he acts like a mom.

He dropped everything as soon as you texted him and just came over to your house to take care of you immediately.

“Are you okay dude??”

“I just have allergies.”

“I bet thats what dead people thought too.”

“What the fuck kyle.”

Makes you food, kisses you, (on the cheek), and is just very present during the whole thing, hes like this even when your not sick anyways.

Pretty much is like Kenny, both want to be there for you.

He tries to make you feel better in any way he can.

Yes, any way, take that in whatever way you want.

So sweet though, and treats you so well the entire time.

You got better after a bit, thankfully.

stan marsh.

You had the unfortunate luck of getting sick while Stan and his family were out on a “family road trip.”

He felt so bad.

Called you the entire time just to make sure you were okay.

“Babe, im so sorry, i didn’t even wanna come anyways.”

he didn’t want to be there, though your voice and presence made the trip slightly more bearable.

Things got a little more .. intimate over the phone, but i’ll make a separate part on that later, or later.

Especially on the drive over, and back, was hell; to him atleast.

He had to get off the phone at some point because his parents said it was “family time”

And he did, respectfully and reluctantly.

In the end, as always. You got better.

#findingjuliet #southpark #eric cartman headcanons #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mcormick headcanons #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle broflovski #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stan marsh

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whyse7vn · 1 year

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FREE NAMJOON -

[ ot7 x reader ]

FREE JIMIN

8 participants - 8 online

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y/n: if i open instagram and see namjoons feet again i’m going to go insane

tae: me 2 😆

jimin: tae makes physically ill !

hobi: real.

tae: i never said i am going the good insane what the hell

jin: you didn’t need to say anything

we know

jk: the fact ur not trying to hide it anymore is real upsetting bro

tae: society will never progress with people like you guys

i am the future

yoongi: why are we always taking about feet?

jin: some times at that prehistoric age you tend to do drastic things like that

jimin: prehistoric?? ur older than him?

jin: okay and? you look fucking older than him

wrinkled fuck

jimin: you are turning into dust as you type

namjoon: bye we are not talking about feet again.

y/n: tae and joon for therapy i say!

jimin: jin for a retirement home!

jk: who do you think will die first?

like out of us

hobi: you

tae: probably jimin

jimin: are you insane jin is literally 82 on deaths doorstep fr

jin: i agree jimin will be first to go no doubt in my mind in fact i will single handedly make sure of it and that is a promise to you all as my closest friends

jk: omg! ur so cool!!!!!

jimin: wtf???

what about that is cool?

yoongi: jimin would die first

jimin: WTF?????????

jin: LOL

jimin: FUCK YOU

yoongi: when have you guys ever had a civilised conversation

namjoon: who wants food? i’m ordering

jk: maybe it’s all sexual tension

y/n: fr just kiss or something

jin: HE WISHES

jimin: the way i almost threw UP

namjoon: can someone answer me

jk: sometimes there is no answer

hobi: deep bro.

jk: awomon

namjoon: is it not amen?

jk: clearly you are NOT a feminist!

jin: me personally? i’m a feminist

jimin: me 2 i love pussy

hobi: awoman 🙏🏼

tae: international womens day everyday!!!

suga: 🤞🏻

y/n: can you guys go one day without mentioning feminism omg

jin: it’s so deep in my veins i cant

jk: what is an orgasm??

namjoon: i’m actually leaving the group

jimin: kook not knowing what an orgasm is was ur last straw?

weak 🥱

namjoon: no it was actually after tae talked about feet for a least the 1000th time today

tae: is it not the power house of the cell??

y/n: oh wow

jk: holy shit ur right

yoongi: ????

tae: wydm ???

yoongi don’t be upset cuz you didn’t know

jk: right…

tae: nvm it’s actually pretty common knowledge so maybe you should be a little upset

jin: you guys make me want to pull my hair out

jimin: it’s practically falling out already doesn’t really make a difference

y/n: tell me you guys aren’t being fr…

tae: wait….

MY FAULT i thought you said organism 🙏🏻

wasn’t wearing my glasses

yoongi: the way that’s still wrong

hobi: he wears glasses?

jk: so what does it mean

jimin: guys i have a crush 🤭

jin: always a crush never a job

y/n: HELDPDODOFODKFJFKC

hobi: set him free for fucking real

yoongi: pt2

jimin: fuck you all i didn’t want to talk about it anyways

jk: do you think ironman gets lonely in heaven

namjoon: maybe you should join him

jk: OMG???????

namjoon just told me to kms (real) (not clickbait)

tae: what if jungkook doesn’t go to heaven?

who knows what he does behind closed doors

y/n: he vapes

jk: NO

y/n: if you say so

jin: jimin and namjoon going to hell that’s all i know

jimin: omg take my dick out your mouth

jin: ew?

namjoon: ????

tae: i know joon does coke on the low

yoongi: :3

namjoon: what???

hobi: i could be a red velvet member if i tried hard enough

y/n: i believe in you

hobi: means the world tbh

namjoon: when have i ever mentioned coke in my life?? let alone taken it

tae: see how defensive he’s getting

someone call the police

yoongi: jungkook joined a cult yesterday

namjoon: what?

hobi: namjoon are you not tired?

namjoon: ?

hobi: always asking questions like are you not sick of it

have you found the answers you’ve been looking for

if not i suggest you stop asking and give up all together :/

y/n: I AGREE

#stopthequwstions2023

namjoon: im leaving before i say something i regret

*namjoon left the group*

jin: he was so gonna say the n word

y/n: HELDPDODDODODOODOD

tae: stop the namjoon hate 2023

jk: i miss him so much

my life is falling apart

*jk added namjoon to the group!*

namjoon: leave me ALONE.

*namjoon left the group*

jimin: yikes

yoongi: skill issue tbh

y/n: i take no blame for this btw

jimin: i didn’t do anything!!!!

tae: not me

yoongi: ❌

jin: lowkey hobi’s fault

hobi: i blame jk

jk: wtf…

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nockfellblues · 11 months

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Integra with a partner who is an artist (painter/ singer/ all around performer) :D

Yes! I’ve always envisioned Integra as a lover of the arts- especially traditional art? She seems like she’d enjoy a peaceful trip to an art gallery or museum. Sorry for the delay on this one, between work, the Summer games showcases and being sick I didnt do much besides veg out whenever i was free this week lmao Anyways! Have some Integra being soft because, dammit, she deserves it 😤

Warnings: None

Integra definitely reworks her entire study so there’s room for her SO to work in the same space as her

Artist!SO will get a whole art corner with a beautiful custom easel and comfy desk space right next to the windows for optimal lighting and an inspiring view- whatever they need to spark and stoke their creative process

Would immediately say no if her SO asked her to model but secretly is super flattered. If they draw or paint her anyways, she’ll pretend to be annoyed but will cherish the hell out of it- They’ll find the work later tucked away in a safe place, framed safely so it wont smudge or crack.

Keeps a portfolio hidden in her desk of sketches her SO deemed not good enough and meant to toss. Alucard and Seras have caught onto this and actively keep an eye out for other loose drawings- they sneak them into her study between paperwork and folders like a fun little surprise. Seras finds her reactions soo sweet- its so hard to not say anything when she sees Integras eyes soften at the half-hearted sketch! So cute!

Integra finds the sounds of sketching comforting- that little scratchy noise as her SO absently hums to themself is like catharsis, especially when she’s dealing with a lot of stress

If her SO is sighing or muttering, having a tough time with conceptualizing something or is going through art block of some kind? She does get a little annoyed with it, but she understands.

Sets her work aside and comes up behind her SO to wrap her arms around their shoulders from behind. “If you sigh at it anymore im going to toss that canvas out the window. What’s the matter, love?” She means this entirely lovingly, but will absolutely do it.

Musician!SO would absolutely have a space in her study too- She’d move offices to a whole different room if the acoustics are good enough, she doesn’t care.

Maybe not the biggest fan of hearing her SO practicing a new peice of complex work- the repetition of practicing the same sections over and over to perfect them would get on her nerves after so long.

“Love, I adore you, but if you play that part one more time i’m going to lose it. Please, play literally anything else.” She means this with the utmost love and care, but hearing the same section over and over is killing her.

Adores when they play free form compositions. Just starting with a generally familiar melody and letting the music develop a life of its own? She could listen to them for hours. She will listen to them for hours.

Definitely will lose track of time listening to them play- Sometimes gets a little too distracted and zones out to the melody when she’s working on a particularly boring bit of paperwork. Before she knows it, its nearly dusk and she’s gotten little to nothing done. Honestly? worth it.

She cherishes her SOs hands so, so much. She knows how much of their passion is dependent on them and how devastating their loss or degradation could be.

In quiet moments Integra will softly trace the callouses on their hands, massaging their palms and wrists, setting a gentle kiss to the back of their knuckles- absolute reverence for the beautiful hands that can create so much that she loves.

Integra being soft with an SO makes my brain go fuzzy- I just want her to be happy dammit 😭

#Hellsing x reader #integra x reader #sir integra x reader #hellsing fanfiction #my writing

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our-death-means-flag · 1 year

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izzy hands x reader where like him, they get up with the sun and work all day but unlike him, they get intense migraines when they’re overwhelmed. this can be literally as short as you want it to be im just so anxious lately and my head hurts like hell

For Professional Reasons

Ship: Izzy Hands x Reader Summary: When you’re not up when you usually wake up, Izzy goes to check on you. For totally professional reasons. Warnings: Izzy

Izzy woke up before the sun as usual. He got ready quickly and headed up to the deck and noticed something was off immediately. Usually you’d be there to greet him. The idea of having two first mates on a ship felt utterly ridiculous but the Revenge was utterly ridiculous in a lot of ways. At least you actually were competent. All of his yelling did nothing but as soon as you asked gently, the crew would leap to do whatever you asked. It was ridiculous. But you were… fine. It was almost nice to have someone up with him early in the morning. The two of you would drink your coffee or tea together and it was nice. Hell, sometimes you were awake before him and he’d walk on deck to see you already working, usually with a cup of coffee all ready for him. For you to not be up already working was incredibly bizarre.

He briefly considered waiting for you but his mind was already buzzing with everything horrible that could have happened. Fuck it. He was going to go get you.

Izzy tried to rationalize it as just a part of his duty. He needed to check on you for completely professional reasons. Definitely.

He already had a hand on his sword as he knocked on the door of your cabin. He’d knocked on your door before and you’d always been quick to cheerfully invite him in. So not getting a response was concerning. Sword drawn, he decided that he was going in. If anything had happened to you, he would raise hell. For completely professional reasons. Izzy pushed the door open and rather than some terrible scene all he saw was you curled up in your bunk, pillow wrapped around your head.

“Y/N?” He asked. His voice came out much gruffer than he meant to.

“Hmm? Yeah?” You mumbled sleepily. Then your eyes widened as you seemed to recognize him. You jumped, immediately sitting up and looking much more out of order than he’d ever seen. “Shit! Izzy! Fuck! I’m late right? I’m so incredibly sorry!”

You managed to stumble to your feet and grab your jacket before Izzy fully realized how terrible you looked. You looked like you hadn’t slept in a while (despite having just rolled out of bed) and you had one hand clutched to your head even as the other fumbled with the buttons on your jacket. Izzy had no clue how to deal with this. Were you sick? Hurt?

“Y/N?” He asked again softer this time.

You were still kind of mumbling about being sorry. Clearly you weren’t going to listen so he grabbed you by the shoulders and all but shoved you back in bed. That seemed to snap you out of it somewhat. You still had one hand on your temple. “Iz, I’m sorry. I’ll be right up, I promise.” You restated, conviction clear in your tone.

“What’s wrong with you?” Izzy asked and immediately felt bad when you flinched. That sounded so much more like an insult than an honest attempt to ask what’s wrong. You looked moments away from apologizing again and Izzy felt like he might drop dead if you kept apologizing to him when he’s the one being a dick. “No, fuck… That sounded… Fuck. Are you… Are you alright?” He tried.

You gave him one of those patient smiles that made him want to hurl himself into the ocean because of how they made his heart jump. “I’m… I’m fine. It’s just… Just a migraine.” You shrugged, making Izzy realize he still had his hands on your shoulders. He instantly let go but you just smiled as if you didn’t mind at all. “I get them sometimes. Especially when I’m overwhelmed and yesterday…” You smiled, any casualness you were attempting to portray made moot by your obvious wince.. “Yesterday was a lot.”

Izzy could definitely see where you were coming from there. The crew had done two raids almost back to back when their target ship was sailing with another smaller ship. It had gone well with only minor injuries but it had been utterly draining. Even Bonnet was too exhausted for his ridiculous storytime and (rather than complaining as they usually would) the crew didn’t even make a fuss. But you’d seemed fine.

Although… Now that he thought about it. You had still been working by the time he’d gone to bed. “Did you sleep at all?”

You looked almost guilty, like a kid who got caught staying up too late. “Not really. Maybe an hour or two. Usually can’t sleep when I have them… Hurts.”

“That bad?”

“Feels like I took a cannonball to the skull at point blank.” You chuckled, humorlessly.

Izzy hissed in sympathy. He knew a thing or two about being kept up by pain.

“I really can be up on deck in a few minutes. I won’t make you take double duty ‘cause of me.” You offered. You seemed more worried about inconveniencing him than your own pain.

“No.” Izzy replied firmly. “You are going to stay here. Lie down. I’m sure I can handle the idiots for one day on my own. Hell, maybe if I told them that you wanted them to do their chores they’d actually do them.” He felt oddly satisfied when that got a slight chuckle out of you.

“Iif the crew gets too rowdy, feel free to drag them in here and I’ll look all pathetic and sad. Might work.” You added with a small smile.

Izzy rolled his eyes but it probably would work… “Is there anything that can help with your migraines?”

You smiled again and Izzy was feeling incredibly unprofessional. “Thanks. A cold compress would be good if that’s not too much of a pain…”

“I’ll get one.” Izzy nodded, already planning ahead how to make sure you got fresh compresses throughout the day. “And when Roach is up, I;ll get you something light to eat.” He offered.

“Thank you. Just… If there’s an emergency, don’t hesitate to come get me, okay?” You sighed and lied down.

“Of course.” Izzy lied, well aware that he wouldn’t bother you unless the ship was actively on fire and/or sinking.

As Izzy turned to leave, he was stopped dead in his tracks by a soft hand grabbing his ungloved hand. He turned to see you smiling. “Thanks Iz.” You said, your tone soft and kind and genuinely grateful. “It really means a lot.”

He gripped your hand back for a moment before catching himself and letting go. “You’re welcome… Now just lie down…”

Izzy all but ran out of your cabin, closing the door as softly as he was able, trying to push the thoughts of how soft your hand was and how gentle your smile was out of his mind.

The way he traced his palm where you’d touched his hand, was irrelevant.. He was just helping you out. First mate to first mate. Totally for professional reasons. That was all.

A/N: I get migraines too and this was as much for me as it was for you, anon. Hope you enjoy

#feral gremlin man has my heart in a chokehold #ofmd x reader #izzy hands x reader #ofmd #our flag means death #israel hands x reader #ofmd izzy #our flag means death x reader

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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Omori rw gang x s/o on their period comforting headcanons? (I’m only asking cause I’m on mine and it’s hell 😭)

A/N: sorry if it sucks i tried to get it done before yours finished so u wouldn't have to wait a month to relate to this. sorry if im late LMFAOO

OMORI RW GANG with an S/O on their period headcanons | includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, MARI, and BASIL

SUNNY

headcanon that SUNNY doesn't know shit about periods

he'll definitely be incredibly sympathetic, especially if you're cramping up

if you need pain relief meds or a heating pad, he'll have it in an instant

he likes to stay inside anyways so he doesn't mind if you don't feel like going places. you two often end up snuggling together on the couch watching movies with hot chocolate or tea

he really tries to make you feel better as best as he can, by drawing with you, playing your favorite music, getting whatever you want

he tries his best to comfort you with words but he really can't so he gives up and just,, shows his affection by doing things for you or cuddling

(pre-incident he'd probably ask MARI for advice or something)

he rips off pieces of sketchbook paper with a shit ton of doodles of random stuff. characters he/you like, animals, flowers, people, whatever. he might even throw in a couple words too

AUBREY

she's definitely quick to get you anything you need or want

you guys spend a lot of time in your bed just chilling

if you're in public and you're acting funny or something, she'll immediately know that you bled through your pants or need to change a pad or something

she's quick to make an excuse and pull you off to the side or to the bathroom

i mean this literally when i say she would steal money from people to buy you a craving food or medicine

surprises you with little comic books from hobbeez or other knick-knacks she knows you like

lots of hand holding and talking about whatever in your bed. she's sleeping over at yours every night no matter what and you guys always end up staying up all night just talking. she really enjoys your company but she eventually makes you go to sleep because you need rest

KEL

he kinda doesn't wanna get in your business so he doesn't mention or ask about it unless you say something first

he understands though, he'll kind of be softer just so he doesn't annoy you or anything

HERO taught him that liquids help cure sickness and he probably thinks it works for period pains or something

if you ask for a certain medicine from the cabinet he'll come back with like. vitamin gummies

he gets it the second time though

he feels pretty bad knowing you're in pain so he'll be quick to help you out with anything that you need,, (he always is quick to help you but more on your period)

lots of sleepovers

tucks u into bed every night. don't ask why

he also does your laundry. nothing else like cleaning or work or anything he just really likes doing laundry for some reason

his first instincts would probably be to leave you alone or give you space. but if you want him to stay with you he absolutely will

HERO

you need comfort?? food or medicine?? heating pad????? to be left alone????? he's on it faster than you finish the sentence

he doesn't know a lot about periods but he's definitely super respectful of it and tries his best

gives you the best medicine combos to combat cramps

cleans all ur shit and does all of your chores and cooks you breakfast in bed every day. he may as well be your fucking butler

brings you hot chocolate with marshmallows in bed and tucks you in with a big fluffly blanket

lots of watching shows together and snuggling

he the type of guy to go "just found out people have periods dhmu" on his story or somethign /j

if you ask him to buy pads or tampons or something he will buy the highest quality, 24-hour overnight max flow fucking gold plated pads you've ever seen

not to spoil you, he just imagines periods as the most hellish flesh-ripping experience someone can go through

he's not far off tbh

MARI

strange headcanon but i think she has the most horrific and painful cramps of all time when she has her period

so she is incredibly soft and sympathetic with you on yours because she understands too well

if you're rotting on the floor in pain she'll snap at anyone that comes in to get out

she's quick to hold you tight, get you pain medicine, water, food, whatever you need and she'll get it

she's anxious to leave your side. she always is, but more than usual

she cleans your room, tidies up around your house and does your chores every time you're on your period. even if you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself she feels obligated to

feeling cold? gives you all of her blankets, her pillows, turns the temperature up, brings you hot herbal tea, and cuddles you and MEWO

feeling warm? takes your overcoat off and hangs it neatly and gives you shorts, turns on all the fans and gets you nice cold water or lemonade

and not to mention the COMFORT. she's always talking to you and holding your hand squeezing it and speaking softly,, holding your head in her lap and giving you words of encouragement

BASIL

similar to KEL, he immediately thinks you want to be left alone and gives you space

but if you don't, then he's always there for you when you need him

he gives you little notes with drawings on them of flowers and whatnot, encouraging you and building you up (he loves praising you)

speaking of flowers, he probably shows up with a bouquet of flowers he grew himself that remind him of you. no special occasion, no date, he just wants to make you as happy as possible

i don't think he's big on physical touch, but he'll definitely stay the night or read you a story before bed to help you relax

he likes hand holding though. he'll probably sweat and run off anyways

he goes to the drug store at midnight to get whatever you want. be it menstrual products, craving foods, supplies literally anything you need he'll get it

hc that he knitted you a blanket and you cuddle it all the time but esp during this time of the month

#omori #omori x reader #omori headcanons #omori mari x reader #mari omori x reader #omori hero x reader #hero omori x reader #omori basil x reader #basil omori x reader #kel omori x reader #omori kel x reader #sunny omori x reader #omori sunny x reader #aubrey omori x reader #omori aubrey x reader #omori fandom #omori comfort

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i saw you were looking for fic inspo.. lemme preface by saying literally anything jonathan davis x ftm reader. im like desperate, there needs to be more out there for us (T___T)

loose ideas; jd comforts reader while they’re sick or vice versa / maybe they’re high school friends who’ve been into each other for a while - idk im not great at coming up with this stuff but i’m excited to see what you end up writing!

HELL YEAH‼️‼️‼️🤯

Dude, this actually fits so perfectly for what I’m going for for my first fanfiction, plus I’m sick right now and this fits perfectly along with me being FTM myself! Thank you very much Anonymous and shall receive for what they asked for :) I admit my fanfic is kind of bad because I’ve never really posted it before,lmao, anyway, I’ll stop yapping (but Ty)❤️

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Jonathan Davis x Sick! FTM Reader

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┃takes place in 1998. Someone snook away from the studio to take care of you and brought some.. toxic waste- I mean, soup to take care of you, ends up in cuddling and fluff <3

┃words: 1209

┃Physical sex: none mentioned!

┃Contains of the following: Coughing, sickness, fluff, a little nsfw (if you squint very hard), overthinking, gender dysphoria, scar mention, use of slurs

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Jonathan opened your door slowly to see if you were awake. You were playing your Game Boy with a smile on your face with some Flyleaf in the background. You had to skip work due to your sickness. You are wearing a no shirt and some boxers lying flat in bed. No one usually sees you like this. You were always wearing hoodies and sweaters with some long pants. You tried your best to fit in, mainly in public too. Luckily, your boyfriend and his bandmates support you. The door creaked open which caught your attention. You looked up to see your boyfriend, Jonathan. You let out a sharp gasp along with some crunchy-ass coughing.

You tried to let out some words but couldn't due to your coughing.

"J-Jonathan wha-" you kept coughing which caused you to sit up in bed. Jon stood awkwardly.

He shut the door behind him holding a plastic container. Something. Jonathan stared at you. He slowly walked over to you standing at a reasonable distance.

"I know I'm supposed to be out at work and shit, but I just wanted to...I don't know. Cheer you up, dude. Couldn't stay in the recording room knowing you were suffering at home. Well.. looks like you're having fun though." he points to your game boy. You let out a weak laugh. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as he stared. You blushed deeply but you were already red in the first place because of your stupid Flu and hay fever. "Plus. I made something for you to hopefully cheer you up and make you feel just a little better I guess." He smiled. He was very.VERY proud of himself.

"Yeah.. no." you looked at the plastic container. Looks like something you find at the Chernobyl site.

"Come on, just fucking eat it it’s not that hard, babe." Jonathan glared as he stared at you. You kept staring at the ceiling as you rolled your eyes and coughed. The back of your throat felt like fire from hell itself. It felt raw and a burning sensation filled your throat. You had a raging flu along with hay fever. You scuffed.

"Jonathan, I'm fine. Just.. leave me alone, I don't wanna get you sick." you half lied. All you wanted to do was be alone and not eat the toxic waste that he made. But at the same time, you didn't want him to catch what. Jonathan laughed.

"Nice try man just.. Eat it. Please?" He placed it on the bedside table. Jonathan sat down on your bed, he faked puppy eyes and he put his hands together. In a begging position. God, he was annoying as hell sometimes. But you loved him for that. You admit, it was adorable. you looked at the bedside table at the soup. Before you even opened your mouth Jonathan Blurted out, making you snap out of your thoughts. "Plus, turn this Emo shit off dude. I brought some REAL music for you." He happily pulled out a CD case, opening it to reveal just a plain disk. He ran over to your CD player, taking Fly Leaf out of the CD player to replace it with some "real music" of his. You scuffed and smiled, along with a few annoying ass coughs. Some of his music started to play. He smiled and started to ngid his head, proud of himself. You let out a small laugh, starting to enjoy his company. In your room, trying to make you feel better. Jonathan walked over to you,

"'ll make you a deal, ___, if you at least take a few bites of my soup I'll leave you alone, how about that?" he smiled at you as he grabbed the soup and sat crisscrossed on your guy's bed. You laughed, weakly. Now was your chance, you thought. You grinned

"If.. I ate the soup, could you stay the whole day, perhaps?" you asked. Your face flushed up as he nodded.

"Sure, but Only if you eat it. I spent my whole soul on that." he playfully nudges your leg.

Fuck, he was a sarcastic mother fucker. Again, you loved him for that. You grinned widely as you happily grabbed the soup and spoon that came along with it, opening the container, and going wild on the soup, wasn't as bad as you thought. He kept telling you to slow down. A little while after, he broke the silence as he continued to stare into your eyes. "I hmm.. You're quite a handsome man, ____," he muttered as he scratched his head awkwardly. You would have started to feel better about the situation.

"Thank you, Jonny. I.. really appreciate it." you smiled softly as you set down the soup on the bedside table. Jonathan's face was flustered as shit. You sat on your knees to face him, your cough was slowly weakening, so this wouldn't be as awkward. Jonathan got an idea. He crawled over the top of your bed, laying his back against the headboards. With his legs spread out on the bed. He smiled softly, tapping his thigh.

"Here, if you want you could rest your head on my lap. If you.. Wanted to." he got quiet at the end of his sentence muttering. You smiled and cupped his cheek softly as your hand glided up the back of his head, interlocking your fingers with his dreads.

"If I get you sick, don't blame me." you laughed a little as you looked into his eyes.

"Just come here and fucking kiss me you fag." He said playfully as he placed his hands on your face, pulling you into a passionate but rough kiss. You moaned softly as you placed your hands on his hips, guiding yourself onto his lap. You pull away from the kiss he chuckles as he gives you one last quick kiss.

"Now you're going to get sick." You sorely laughed.

“It's worth it if it means I can be with you," he mutters as he places his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You giggled as you placed your head into the crevice of his neck. Jon placed his arms on your chest, caressing your scars. He mumbled some words into your shoulder and you both held each other in a tight embrace." I love your scars baby. I love how they feel, they fit you too, it makes you look manly." you smiled and let out a few coughs.

"Thank you, Jonny," you mumbled into his ear then wrapped your legs around his waist.

"You're the best boyfriend in the whole wide world, baby. No matter what. I just wanted to tell you that no matter what happens, you can always come to me, baby. If anyone calls you mean shit or even verbally or physically hurts you just.. Come to me or just call them a cunty fag." he laughed light heartedly. You laughed as you held on tighter. "You'll always be my boy, and I love you for who you are." he started to lay down on the bed, dragging you with him. Once you guys fully lay down, he caressed the back of your head letting you fall into a deep sleep on his chest.

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WAZZAP‼️🤯 I understand if this fix was shitty or the grammar wasn’t right, I understand. But I had fun making this!! But I hope you liked it! {=^w^=}

#fanfic #jonathan davis #korn band #tumblr fyp #jonathan davis x reader #my fic #sickness #jd korn #jonathan davis korn #TWIST?!?#ftm trans #transgender #🤯#🎗️

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horrorknife · 1 year

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here it is yall. the famed mary and james tumblr essay that i keep talking about doing

i’m gonna break this up into chunks because it’s just. easier for me to think that way. also wrote this in one sitting so im really sorry if some of it is grammatically horrific or phrased weirdly lol

part 1: james and misogyny

so first off, yes, james’ misogyny is prevalent and actually a bit of a theme throughout the game--this mostly manifests as his struggle with his sexual frustration (as the meme goes). it’s so potent that people who don’t even know anything about silent hill know that a theme of sh2 is sexual frustration.

looking at the bubble head nurses and mannequins, we can see that james’ sexual frustration may have led him to fantasize about the nurses tending to mary. the mannequins are just two sets of legs put together at the hips, which suggests that james sees women only as sex objects. whether or not he was always like this is uncertain, though i believe these thoughts were always present in the back of his mind since...i mean he’s living life as a white man somewhere between the 70′s and 80′s.

more misogyny springs up with maria’s appearance. maria looks facially identical to mary, but she’s got a less conservative hairstyle and shows much more skin, complete with a tattoo on the exposed skin of her stomach. i find maria’s sexualization to be the most in-your-face of all of these examples, simply because her colors are so loud compared to literally everything else in the game--it really gives you the feel that, before all else, james wants to have sex with his wife. this idealized version of her that silent hill provides to him is what he wants from mary. we don’t know much about their marriage prior to the game’s events or mary’s sickness, but it’s possible that she was once a lot more sexually present. i believe this to be true simply based on the fact that their relationship is described as being “very intense” in the first few years before plateauing into a normal, homey love.

part 2: did james really love mary?

of course james loved mary! everything that happens in the game suggests that james loves his wife more than anything. i don’t believe that their relationship was ever onesided or abusive prior to mary’s sickness, and even then, i strongly hesitate to use the word “abusive” in reference to their relationship at any point.

anyway--james’ devotion to mary is the driving force of the game. as far as we know until the end, james got a letter from mary, who has been “dead for 3 years”. when angela tells him that the town is dangerous, james’ response is that he doesn’t really care that it’s dangerous. from what the player knows, james has fallen into a depression so deep that he is passively suicidal and without hope for pretty much anything. the mere possibility of seeing his dead wife is all the excuse he needs to thrust himself into the pits of hell, because that would make any suffering at all worth it.

i would say that, in my personal opinion, the most damning evidence to prove that james loves mary is the fact that he was so distraught by what he did to her that he became delusional to the point of driving back to their beloved vacation spot in the hopes that he would see her again. he has her body in the back seat of his car and is so horrified by what he’s done that he forces himself to forget.

part 3: if james loved mary, why would he kill her?

okay. now we’re getting into the meat of this. i’ve seen people argue that james couldn’t possibly have loved mary because he killed her. this take is problematic because it completely disregards all of the onscreen evidence that suggests the complete opposite. is james a horrible person for murdering his wife? YES! is that what you are supposed to understand about him? YES! silent hill, and pyramid head in specific, is literally punishing him for his sins. pyramid head is a product of his own desire to be punished for his actions, which he realizes at the end of the game.

so, why does james kill mary? let’s dissect the complete situation first.

part 3 part 1: mary’s sickness

silent hill 2 does something very effective (at least in my opinion) by putting you in the shoes of someone who is watching a loved one die in real time from a terminal illness. despite james’ unforgivable actions, the player gets a very close and personal look at what he was going through while watching his wife wither away. james indicates to us that he did as much research as he possibly could about what could possibly be wrong with mary, to no avail.

it’s implied that james stopped visiting as frequently and instead turned to drinking. we’re allowed to overhear mary’s end of a conversation from when he visits, bringing her a bouquet of flowers. mary, at this point, is convinced that she is ugly and unlovable, and above all else, is suffering through a disease that is killing her. she’s frustrated and upset, shouting at james to leave, get out of here, don’t look at her, etc. i’ve seen people reference this as abusive behavior, which, like i said before, is something i hesitate to call it. this is typical behavior from someone who is dying. it doesn’t justify her treating him poorly, but i don’t think james is mary’s victim at all. i don’t think james sees it that way, either--he knows she’s suffering. directly after this, we hear mary break down and apologize. she tells james that she wants to die, for her pain to end, etc, and then quickly takes it back, because as any sick person would be, she is having a very complicated relationship with her mortality.

part 3 part 2: mary’s death

james kills mary when she is allowed to come live at home for a few days because she is clearly nearing the end of her life. james kills her via suffocation with a pillow, directly after kissing her on the forehead. at the end of the game, when james is speaking with mary, he first says that he killed her because he wanted her to be free of her illness, and then backtracks and says that, no, it’s because he despised her and wanted his life back. mary (who is not actually mary, remember, but james’ projection of her) responds by saying something along the lines of, “if that’s true, then why are you so sad?”

since we understand that this is not james and mary conversing, we know that this is an internal conflict that james is resolving by talking it out with his approximation of mary. james’ resentment for mary is not deep; it’s quite common for these feelings to arise in people who have to watch their significant other die when they can do nothing about it. i don’t read this as resentment specifically for mary, rather a frustration with the entire situation that ends up seeing its fruition in the only place it possibly can: the person causing the pain. he can’t be angry at something intangible, so he ends up feeling angry with mary.

this is as true as it is that he also wanted mary to be relieved of her suffering. james did not have one singular reason for murdering mary--he had justified it to himself as both of them getting relief. in the end, this clearly wasn’t what he wanted, but it does speak volumes to his desperation that he actually went through with it. i don’t believe that he thought this would solve anything; i don’t think it was even premeditated. it’s presented to the player that he just wanted both of them to stop going through what they were going through.

james’ instant horror at his own actions (the ultimate betrayal of his wife, the murder of another human being, and the intrinsic selfishness of the act) speaks volumes to me from a character standpoint. i’m not sure how people are able to miss this, but then again, *gestures to the silent hill fanbase*

btw, i wasn’t sure where to fit this in, but mary’s up and downs are clearly reflected in maria, based on how her attitude fluctuates so intensely with james.

anyway: james’ love for mary is ultimately what ended up killing her, because it became unsustainable the worse her situation got. i think it’s worth pointing out that despite everything, james never cheated on her (as far as we are told--though i think if he had done this, it would have been seen or mentioned in the game). also, please don’t come away from this with the idea that i’m defending james, because i’m not--i just think that he actually has a lot of depth and he gets very one-dimensionalized by fans! james isn’t innocent, he’s a horrible person who let his love warp him into a toxic, angry person. this can coexist with the fact that he loved his wife beyond all measure!!!!

i’m not super sure on how to wrap this up but this is...most of my thoughts on their relationship. it’s skewed towards james just because we don’t have too much of an idea of what mary was like but i will defend her with my life because this woman was not abusive, she was fucking dying and lonely. honestly i could say a lot about her, laura, and james as a group but i feel like that’s probably suitable for another post sometime. :-)

#silent hill 2 #im a little too embarrassed to tag it further than that lol #sh2 spoilers #<-- tagging for mikael #jonah.txt #up next i'll write 900 words about why i think james sunderland is transmasc and how canon can be stretched to support it #THATS A HALF JOKE IM NOT WRITING AN ESSAY ON THAT but i will talk about it if prompted

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Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music, and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Halloween they’ll never forget, proving that "the scare" is more than just a fantasy.

Word Count: 2640

Warnings: gut punch....right in the feels, lots of blood this chapter

Chapter 4 - Stephanie’s POV

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“Shut up, all of you,” Jason yelped. “Every minute we spend here is a minute more that sick freak has the upper hand, possibly plotting.

“And unless one of you can squeeze through those bars, the only way we’re getting out of here is through that door,” Em chimed in.

“Lorenzo, think man, does your family keep a spare key anywhere around here?”

“Uhh ye- yeah, I think so. Hell if I know where it could be at this point Jason.”

“Where is it usually?” Em asks.

“By a rack near the back door.”

“There were no keys when I checked back there,” Jason pointed out. “Fuck, we need to get moving NOW.

Honestly the only thing I feel is pure, white, hot rage pulsing through my veins right now. My anger has seen many people on the receiving end of my quick witted insults, and Lenny was no exception tonight - though I have to make a mental note to apologise later. Clearly I'm not level headed, even on a good day, and this high stress situation is only making it worse. Im not the friend for logical thinking, Im the friend that fucks shit up; so I murmur a quick thank you to the military man for rounding us altogether and making things a little more seamless.

Quick to dish out orders, he directs Lenny to the master bedroom to try and get some signal, Em to the second bedroom, himself to the kitchen and living room, me to the bathroom and any miscellaneous closet doors, while Lynn works on picking the deadlock.

I all but race to the bathroom, flicking on the light switch to get an idea of exactly what can help us in here.

Rummaging through the cabinet for anything sharp, I can’t even remember what it is that I’m supposed to be looking for - my mind aimlessly wondering about while my body ransacks this poor bathroom.

Pill bottles flying in the air, creams toppled over, and shower curtains screeching open, it’s only until my fist lands against the wall does it dawn on me that all I’ve done is trashed the damn place.

One of my best friends is lying face down in a watery grave and I can't even keep it together long enough to do something about it; it’s pathetic really.

For as long as I can remember I’ve always been unfazed, anger rearing its ugly head in place of the rest of my emotions. And this time is no different. There's a literal animal out there hunting people down and I'm supposed to what, sit down and cry about it? No, that can come later. Just this once, I’d like to help my friends out the same way they’ve helped me. My walls have been crumbling since the day they walked into my life, so the very least I can do is find us a way out of here.

Head planted against the bathroom wall, I take a couple deep breaths in and slowly blow them out, repeating this a few more times. I'm no good to anyone in a state of fury but I’ll be damned if five people cant find a way out of a fucking house - what type of looney toons shit is that.

Sliding my fist down the wall and at my side, I take a careful look around for something that could help us open up the door, keys be damned at this point.

Is ammonia strong enough to melt the bars, I think to myself. Shaking my head, I put it back, noting that all I'd do is suffocate us. Taking on another search of the room, I come across more cleaning solutions, soaps, and tissue boxes of sorts.

Fingertips drumming against the counter tops, I try to think of a way to freedom with a tube of toothpaste - throwing it in the trash bin when I come up empty.

Frustration threatens to rise once more and for the sake of it, I march toward the tub just to make sure every base is covered, stopping dead in my tracks as I hit what feels to be a goldmine. There’s a small window in the wall of the tub, bar-free and screaming out to me. How didn’t I see it before is beyond me, but now isn’t the time for questions.

Lips curling upward, I muster up a small smile at my new revelation and get inside to check it out.

Stepping in the tub, I notice that it’s a bit smaller up close, somewhere around 24x18 if I had to guess. Hands gliding across the smooth panel, I reach for the latch and pull it across to see if it’ll open.

Eyes crinkling at the corners I almost let out a happy dance right then and there; small bits of breeze whipping against my clammy skin in newfound hope.

Sizing up the window, I edge closer to the pane, standing on tippy toes to assess the outside. From the angle of the house, the bathroom lines up with the kitchen which is right out of view of the front yard. So, if whoever hurt Julez is still lurking around, they’re more than likely focused on the front and back doors, giving us somewhat of an element of surprise.

Dammit, all those leaves on the ground are sure to give it away though, I sigh. There’s nothing that cuts through the quiet quite like that.

Maybe we can form a bit of a distraction, I think. Have Lynn and Jason make lots of commotion at the front door while two or three of us sneak out the window.

And then there’s the height, another thought creeps in. This window is shoulder length at best so whoever climbs through will more than likely need a boost. And not to mention the small size. It’s not ideal for the average person to squeeze through.

"Ahhhh fuck," I screamed; palm slamming against the damp wall.

It's like we take two steps forward and four steps back with this shit. And the lake house? Lenny’s parents are gonna have to see me personally once we get out of here cause what the actual hell is the point of barricading oneself inside like this? Even though Lynn was dead ass wrong, it does make you wonder what exactly went on in here.

Fuck it, I didn't just find possibly the only way out of the house just to squander this opportunity. Someone is gonna fit through this window and get us the hell out of here come hell or high water - and just to be clear, I am the hell AND the high water.

So first things first, none of the guys broad shoulders stand a chance of getting through there. Lynn is on the thicker side of things, so that leaves me and Em. It’ll still be a tight squeeze, but I think we could make it work.

"I’ve never been more grateful for a flat ass till now," I mumbled.

Lenny will give us a boost, we’ll climb through, start the car, and drive til we get enough cell signal to call the police. Ohhh, we should also grab a knife or something just to be safe.

Digging into my pockets, jaws clenched in concentration, my fingers slither over everything from gum to lip gloss, until it finally slithers over that familiar bumpy texture.

Blowing out a breath of relief, I fish the spray out of my pockets and mouth a thanks to the heavens for having this with me. Pepper gel: my bestest friend of all, especially on late nights when I have to walk back to my car after a double shift.

“Yessss, at least this’ll buy us enough time and space away from that freak if we come across them,” I murmured.

It seems all my boxes are checked off, so I close the window, lock it back, and get ready to tell the group my grand plan. Whew, I'm just itching at the idea of this night finally coming to an end. Shit, who knows the kind of people we’ll be once this is all over.

Will we grow closer or will this night show us that somehow our friend group isn’t strong enough to withstand all this crap. Maybe for once I won’t have to spend my days apologising to everyone, but can actively work on keeping us together. That sick fuck may have taken out one of us, but I’ll be damned if I let them be the reason we separate. These people, my friends- no my family is what I look forward to when I picture my life old and gray, so I need us to get through this crappy night in one piece.

Turning on my heels, I make my way toward the edge of the bathtub, one leg halfway over until the person at the door stops me in my tracks.

“Geeze, you scared me,” I sighed, hands clutching my chest. “I never really pegged you for such a quiet walker.

Stepping out of the tub entirely, I continue to the door, arms flailing in the air as I go on to lay out the plan.

“Now, here’s where you come in -“

My words get cut off by the swift motion. I see it before I feel it and by the time my body has a chance to catch up to what's going on, blood starts gushing from my neck; my nervous system finally registering how sharp the pain is.

Dropping to my knees, a voiceless scream tears through my throat; pathetic gasping the only sound I can muster up as my hands fly to my neck to stop the never ending downpour.

The pain is excruciating and the blood oozes through my fingers quicker than I can stop it. My head feels dizzier by the minute and the grip on my wound loosens by the second.

Eye contact between us two never cease and I see a hint of a smile threaten to creep up, washed away by the stumbling on the staircase. They dash out of the door, closing it behind them while I sink further into the tiled floor; fear putting me in a metaphorical chokehold as I put myself into a literal one.

I hear Lenny’s booming footsteps burst through what feels like every door but mine; panic sourcing through me as I now feel cold sweat line my forehead.

He finally pops in, that goofy grin instantly dropping once he takes in the scene.

Disheveled, Lenny combs his hands through his hair, a big indicator of when he feels most stressed. And I would be too, but motherfucker I’m on the floor, help me dammit - is what I really want to say, though it doesn’t quite come out the way I intend it to.

Rushing over to me, Lenny starts shouting but I can barely stay tuned; my body threatening to dip out of consciousness.

“Oh shit, oh shit, shit,” he hissed. “Steph it’s gonna be alright, I just need you to hold on for a minute.”

There’s a thick, course cloth that wraps around me, and I feel like a baby being swaddled. The warmth that runs down my body soothes it from the chilly air and all I want to do is take a nap, wrapped in Lenny’s strong arms; if only to relieve myself from the hangover that’s sure to come. The blanket feels a little too tight and thankfully I don’t have to tell him to loosen it.

“AYEEEEEEEEE,” he screeched. “YOU GUYS GET IN HERE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.”

Eyes steadily closing, sleep seems like the best course of action right now. All I need is a little break. Just a quick nap and then we can find a way out of here.

“Steph, baby talk to me,” he shakes me. “Who did this to you?”

It’s the horde of screaming that annoys me most of all. Can’t they see I’m trying to sleep?

Head slumped to the side, I see everyone gathered by the doorway, terror etched onto each face but one. That motherfucking bitch.

They did this. Fuck the window and the plan, Lenny the person you need to worry about is right in front of you. At least that’s what I’d like to think I said.

Holding me tighter in his arms Lenny shushes me, rocking us back and forth, desperately urging me to save my voice and energy until we can get some help.

This is it isn’t it? The look on everyone's face says it; or hopes for it. There’s nothing about the chilling screams and the panicked pacing that brings me comfort. This right here is where my story ends. I'm decades away from the gray life I imagined I’d live out, tears brimming over at the idea.

Feet splashing through the blood and plopping beside me, it's Lynn whose voice I manage to make out; she and Lenny drowned out by my loud heartbeats.

“I don’t fucking know Lynn, for goodness sake make yourself useful.”

“Both of you shut up,” Jason barks. “Dude tell me you got enough service to get us some hel- to get Steph some help.”

Wrapped tightly in Lennys arms, I feel myself losing the battle with consciousness. I’ve lost probably about half my blood, the room is spinning and I can’t for the life of me remember why I’m on the bathroom floor.

Eyes darting around the room, they land on the culprit and the salty tears flow freely. Mustering up the last bit of energy I have left, I manage to point my index finger, as best I can, at the perpetrator.

Get that mother fucker and get the hell out of dodge is what I try to say, but all that comes out is this wet, gurgled plea for help. Between the rocking and the chaos, no one notices my last ditch effort and all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs.

I’m scared, fuck I’m so scared. There’s this saying that goes something along the lines of one day we all went outside and played with our neighborhood friends for what we didn’t realise would be the last time. Who would’ve thought the same would apply here?!

Who would’ve thought this would be our last ever party. My last time promising to be back home before the sun rises to my dad. The last time Lenny and I would banter for the sake of it. The last time Em and I bonded over similar tastes. Or the last time we’d tease Lynn about her endless boyfriends. Had I known this would be the last time I’d see Julez, I would’ve hugged her a little tighter.

This friend group has been all that and more for me. They’re literally the siblings I’ve never had. They’ve accepted me wholly and at the same time made me more considerate. They’ve been my literal shoulders to cry on and have seen me through every emotion there is. So why can’t they see me point this motherfucker out? Please! Let me at least do this one last thing for y’all. Please, don't let this final attempt be in vain.

Tears stopping and blood slowing, my muscles slacken while my lips manage one final, small smile; hoping that in the future they’ll at least pour one out for the homie once they make it out of here safely.

Although this was no doubt painful, I hope what awaits me on the other side feels much similar to being carried to your bedroom when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a family party; hoping most of all that I can still hear the laughter and the noise from the next room.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #Spooky Szn #Halloween Kills #Halloween Series #Halloween #Hills and Valleys #Original Story and Characters #Horror #are you crying?#cause I am #RIPPPP

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Part Forty Four

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Teshteal: *defeated whisper, facing away from her* Why did you come back…? I’m not worth your life…

Nick: *running rather fast, too. He hesitates when he sees the sight*

Teshteal: *sniffs* Your father came back to collect you. *given up. Tiredly* Go…

Jasmine: (Can barely function properly anymore, she’s actually doing a combination of lip reading and listening for sounds to make out what he’s saying because both her hearing and vision are depleting) “Mamá said to protect… my siblings… I failed, they are dead…” (Reaches for his hand, tears going down her face while she closes her eyes from the pain) “She is dead, I promised… please come…”

Teshteal: And I’m protecting you by saying you shouldn’t lay here dying for a lost cause… *curls up tighter* I’ll be fine. Don’t trouble yourself over me.

Jasmine: (Squeezes his hand while she takes in a deep pained breath, forgetting that her hand is covered in cuts and blood) “Fine, be that way and stay. But I still love you and you cannot stop me… Please come visit me soon…” (Hides her face away into the dirt of the ground, unable to take the pain anymore. She feels like she’s on fire, considering that she’s used to being cold all the time it feels like literal Hell. Her heart is beating loudly in her ears, being the only thing that she can hear and blinding white flashes being the only thing that she can see)

Teshteal: *heart leaps at his hand being squeezed and he suddenly starts to cry. Whispers to himself* Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. *cursing himself for trying to push her away when this kid is the closest thing to family he’s probably ever going to get after the vault* I can’t… I can’t stay here… *rolls over and gasps when he sees her. His heart aches seeing her in so much pain* You’re going to need help getting back to Lucille. Even with Nick carrying you. *squeezes her hand*

Nick: *walks over to Jas* I doubt that-

Teshteal: *getting real sick of Nick his overprotective papa bear routine and gets to his feet* Why?! What is it about me that makes you feel like you can’t trust me?! I was a one of your colleagues before the war! Even if I sucked at my job, I ALWAYS did the best I could as a public servant! *beats his chest, getting in the synth detective’s face* “PROTECT AND SERVE” Nick- I took that oath SERIOUSLY and I still FXCKING DO! *takes his hat off revealing his messy dark brown hair* Stop treating me like scum after saving your daughter when no one else could!

Nick: *taken aback by the sudden burst of rage from the shorter man. He blinks and swallows hard while processing his words. Suddenly reminded of the first tale he told Lucille about the mayor’s daughter and how he got to be the detective he is today. Quietly, eating his own words* You’re right…

Jasmine: (Blubbers out some sobs while Teshteal is yelling, she only registers it as shouting, angry voices hovering over her. Both of her hands reach under her jacket and shirt to harshly scratch at the cuts she made on her stomach and waist earlier to help soothe herself from the stress of the situation)

Teshteal: H-huh? I am…?

Nick: Yeah… you are. I’m sorry- I haven’t been exactly fair. You saved her life. You didn’t have to but you did and I let my suspicion of the vault she came from cloud my judgement. *sighs as he bends down and scoops up his daughter. He takes her arm and wraps it around his shoulder and her other hand in one of his. While looking down at her* Jasmine really seems to care about you an awful lot. In fact, so far, you’ve been the only other person that can hold her without getting outright mauled. To think, you barely know each other. *shrugs* I pegged you wrong.

Teshteal: *starts crying because it’s so rare he’s acknowledged that he’s ever right about anything- especially after the vault*

Jasmine: (Whimpers and cries in alarm when she is lifted from the ground, going mostly quiet with stifled mutters when she senses it’s Dad who’s holding her in his arms again. She immediately snuggles close while burying her face in his coat, tears, blood, sweat, and grime caked on her face. Still can’t make heads or tails of what’s happening, just that she feels like complete burning shit and her waist area is stinging now)

Nick: *slowly turns and starts to walk back towards Lucille*

Teshteal: *stands there for a moment- his self doubt and sudden fit of crying stopping him*

Nick: *stops. Sensing the younger man isn’t following* You coming?

Teshteal: I- *whipes his face* Yeah. I’m coming, Detective Valentine. *looks down at his hat lying on the floor and picks it up, whiping off the radioactive dust. He hadn’t even noticed he threw it down. He puts it on, sliding his horns through the holes before scampering to catch up with Nick and Jas, walking along side them with a slight newfound sense of self pride. Starts to sing* We know of an ancient radiation that haunts dismembering constellations-

Nick: *chimes in* A faintly glimmering radio station~! With Frank Sinatra singin’-

Teshteal: *grins, excitedly jumping in and happy someone’s singing with him* Stormy weather, the flies and the spiders get along together~!

Both: Cobwebs on an old skipping record! *continues the song as they walk*

Jasmine: (Goes completely quiet and limp, not asleep but just kinda drifting in the void of space and time itself. She can faintly hear them singing, but it sounds more like harmonic humming to her)

Nick: *vocalizes the instruments between that section and the next*

Teshteal: *with a bounce in his step as he looks up at the sky then at the road ahead* Beyond the suns that guard this roost, beyond your flowers of flaming truth-!

Nick: *sees a burnt out billboard, almost bellowing out melodically* Beyond your latest ad campaigns!!

Teshteal: *hops over a downed power pole and helps Nick over it so he doesn’t trip while holding Jas* An old man sits collecting stamps in a room all filled with Chinese lamps-!

Nick: *after he’s over and notices the junk all around the street* He saves what others throw away- He says that he’ll be rich someDAY~!

Teshteal: *vocalizes the instruments this time, watching the road ahead and enjoying the company*

Jasmine: (Just stays in her trance unmoving, if she were more alert at the moment, she’d be smiling and giggling at the two)

Nick: *strokes Jas’s hair* We know of an ancient Radiation-

Teshteal: *swiftly cuts down a pack of mole rats that burst out of the ground* That haunts dismembering constellations! *tossing the piece of aluminum siding he used as a knife aside*

Nick: *squints at a familiar blue glint in the distance* A faintly glimmering radio station! *vocalizing again* DA! Da-da. Da! Da-a~!

Jasmine: (Clutches onto Nick tighter when he strokes her hair comfortingly, her hand around his shoulder gripping his coat)

Teshteal: We know of an ancient radiation that haunts dismembering constellations.

Nick: *thinking of the music Lucille loves to put on* A faintly glimmering radio station!

Teshteal: With Frank Sinatra- *smashes a radscorpion in the face with the concrete remains of a street sign*

Nick: Singing Stormy Weather! *ducks as Teshteal knocks the ever living hell out of a rad scorpion that popped up next to him*

Both: *as they run towards the blue power armor in the distance* The flies and spiders get along together!

Lucille: *jerks awake hearing them sing* Cobwebs on an old skipping record…?! Huh?

Teshteal: *hums the rest of the tune as Nick sets Jas down. They got there pretty quick*

Jasmine: (Makes a noise of confusion as she is set down and partly jerked out from La La world, her hands instinctively crossing over her chest and her ankles lock together. She can’t tell if this is a hallucination or reality, maybe a mix of both… She feels like she’s surrounded by at least a dozen shadows, all of them looming over her while she panics and silently prays that her Dad who was just holding her was real)

Nick: *Sits with her as she’s set down and cradles her with one arm as he pulls out yet another rag, some alcohol, and water to clean her wounds* It’s alright, doll. I’m still here. *pulls out another bottle of purified water and cracks it open, holding it to her mouth* Here. You’re probably dehydrated. *gently tilts it, enough to at least wet her lips*

Jasmine: (Tries to swat him away for half a second, then stops and takes a few tiny sips from the water. Nicks voice sounds foggy and muffled, like he’s talking from a closet even though he’s right next to her)

Nick: Let me know when you need me to stop. *keeps it tilted so it’s a very slow trickle*

Teshteal: Need any help?

Nick: Yeah. Dowse one of the rags with water for me, would ya?

Teshteal: On it. *soaks it* Now what?

Nick: Start gently cleaning her face.

Teshteal: *nods and gently dabs her face with the rag, whiping away the dirt and grime. Softly* There, Rosie… getting you all nice and clean.

Jasmine: (Can’t recognize Teshteal while in this muddled state, she can barely register Nick, she’s that disoriented. She lightly whines and pulls away while water trickles from her mouth, hiding in Nicks shoulder and curling into a ball)

Nick: Ssh… doll, it’s just Teshteal. He’s trying to help.

Teshteal: Yeah. It’s just me. *cleans what he can* It’s just… *voice falters, horrible thoughts and memories flooding his mind for a second* …me. *takes a deep breath then* You deserve to feel clean and happy. *Feigns a smile as he fends off terrible thoughts of being forgotten*

Jasmine: (Stays curled up against Nick while she clings to him, but she turns her face back to both of them. Their words still just sound like mumbling babble to her, but her Dads voice has a reassuring tone so she’s willing to peep back out just a little. Plus he’s still cradling her, he won’t let anything happen to her)

Teshteal: *rinses the rag away from her and then goes back in to gently clean up the rest of her face and neck. Softly and sweetly* You deserve to be cared for…

Jasmine: (Doesn’t respond or make any acknowledgment other than clutching her Dad tighter from around his waist while the pain comes in waves. Teshteals sweet tone does keep her at ease and helps her refrain from flinching back. That and the whirling of Nicks inner machinery and the slight hum it gives off)

Teshteal: *very carefully takes her hand and cleans them* You deserve love and feel love…

Nick: *strokes her hair again*

Jasmine: (Hisses at the stinging in her hands, hiding her face away in Dads coat while whimpering like a small child as Teshteal cleans her wounds)

Teshteal: *softly* Sorry… *whipes away the blood on her hands completely* There…

Nick: Now the disinfectant. *holds Jas a bit tighter, knowing this might send her into feral kitten mode* I’ll try to keep her still while you apply it.

Teshteal: *hard swallow. Doesn’t want to get hurt let alone hurt her. He obliges anyway, pouring the alcohol on the rag and gently pressing it to the gashes on her hands. Timidly, very apologetically* I’m sorry…

Jasmine: (Of course she starts shrieking and trashing to get away from whatever is making her hands burn and sting even more when she is hot and in pain enough as it is. At the very least this means she has not given up yet and would fight for her life when it came to it)

Nick: Ssh- It’s okay, Rosie. We have to make sure you don’t get an infection, doll. *strokes her hair some more*

Teshteal: *winces at the shrieking but manages to keep her hands and the rag clasped between his, using her thrashing against her in a way to more thoroughly disinfect the wounds* Please don’t be mad at me when you wake up.

Nick: I don’t think she’ll even remember it was you who disinfected the wound, if that helps.

Teshteal: *again. The thought of being forgotten stings him somehow and a fear ridden grin breaks out on his face* It doesn’t, but thanks for trying.

Jasmine: (Wont be mad at either of them when she wakes up, but for now shes crying and squirming under both of their hold while sweat and tears dampen her face once more)

Teshteal: *pulls out some salve from his own bag*

Nick: What’s that?

Teshteal: A special soothing salve made from plants that works wonderfully on cuts. Made it myself.

Nick: Let me see it first.

Teshteal: … *looks up at the detective, wondering if he doesn’t trust him still* Okay. *screws off the top and lets him look into it*

Nick: *sniffs and stares into the slightly opaque paste. It is indeed a salve. A strong one at that* How-?

Teshteal: I’ve been around for over a century.

Nick: Ah. *scoops some of the salve out of the jar and clasps one of Jas’s hands with one of his to apply it, letting the screaming but otherwise mostly unconscious teen do most of the work for him*

Teshteal: *does the same, hoping it’ll work on her. It certainly does for him*

Jasmine: (Continues to thrash around and hiss like the feral kitten she is in protest, getting more and more weak with her energy going down. She is so damn tired and in pain, but she’s as relentless as always)

Teshteal: *as he closes the salve* This was the only medication that would work after the vault… *pulls out the bandages and starts to wrap her hands and wrist as carefully and neatly despite Jas’s squirming*

Nick: How did you figure it out?

Teshteal: *shrugs* Some practices in my family passed down through generations- salves, balms, and food especially.

Nick: …How the hell are you so knowledgeable about this stuff and yet you can’t follow simple police protocol?

Tesheal: *can’t help but crack a sad smile* I learned some of this stuff when I was a child but a lot of it after the vault. After everyone had died and couldn’t teach me how to do it properly.

Nick: Ah. Trial and error. The two greatest teachers you can have. *wry smirk*

Jasmine: (Starts lightly kicking her feet, pressing herself against Nick as she sobs something about the pain)

Nick: I know, doll… it’ll go away soon, I hope. *takes that cloth used on her face and starts to rinse it. He pats her face down with it before ringing it out and refreshing it to cool her down again*

Teshteal: The salve should take affect in a few minutes.

Nick: Good. I might apply med-x to help ease her pain but I’m not certain that’ll help with her current condition.

Teshteal: And risk overloading her system?

Nick: … Good point.

Teshteal: *grins, right again. He feels a little more confident in himself*

Jasmine: (Clinging to her Dad as tightly as her weak arms can hold, her whole body trembling like a leaf)

Nick: It’s alright, doll. You’re safe… *holds her close again, petting her hair. Rocks her from side to side, humming that lullaby*

Teshteal: *doesn’t really recognize it but hums along with him*

Jasmine: (Her sobs slowly die down to soft whimpers, feeling a sense of peacefulness come over her)

Nick: *continues to hum, glad that the worst part of treating her is through without much incident. Honestly, now, he’s pretty thankful Teshteal was there to help with Jas*

Teshteal: *still humming along with them*

Lucille: *Fallen asleep in her power armor again*

Jasmine: (Still very warm and sweating despite calming down. Again, since she is used to being an ice princess she might as well be on fire. Kinda reminds her scrambled brain of a song… How did it go? Had to do something with Hell and ringing bells)

Nick: *keeps patting her face down with a damp cloth to cool her off*

Teshteal: *Wishes he knew what to do for her.*

Jasmine: (Cant recall the song but she knows its from Betty Boop, she can picture an animation of her dancing surrounded by flames)

Teshteal: *digs around in Nick’s bag for another rag and starts assisting with keeping her cool. He feels useless otherwise.*

Jasmine: (Wondering why the hell Betty would walk into a portal to Hell that opened up in her fireplace, kinda naïve but she did freeze the place with a cold shoulder ans stare. Froze Satan himself in fact. Heh, maybe thats why she loves Betty’s cartoons so much)

Nick: Perhaps we should remove some of her armor so she cools off?

Teshteal: In the Glowing Sea?

Nick: We aren’t really going anywhere for the night. Here. Help me get some of this stuff off of her.

Teshteal: *starts working on that*

Jasmine: (Screams VERY loudly and tries to push them both away while scrambling to get off the counter she’s on top of. She was lost in her head thinking about Betty Boop so snapping back into partial reality to feel her armor being removed without much context is blaring alarms in her head)

Nick: *urgently but firmly* Rosie! Rosie it’s okay! We’re just trying to cool you off! Promise! *takes her hand and squeezes* Dad’s right here.

Teshteal: *pulls the torso leather armor off and just that. Luckily it comes apart in pieces- Lucille modified it for cases like this- so he’s not pulling it over her head* That’s all. That’s all we’re going to remove. We’re just trying to help. *Dabs her face again with a cool wet cloth. Softly with concern in his voice. He almost sounds like a parent, himself* We aren’t going to hurt you…

Jasmine: (Calms down and goes back to clinging onto Dad with hiccuping tears once she’s again reminded of who’s with her. Her breathing picked up during the panic and she’s trembling more while trying to disappear in his coat like a frightened little kitten seeking shelter)

Nick: *hums the lullaby softly to her again*

Teshteal: *hums along with him again, gently undoing her braids and redoing them in one so less hair covers either side of her body. Thinks her hair is very pretty as he does it*

Jasmine: (Getting sleepier and sleepier as time goes on, but her body is too hyped up and uncomfortable for her to properly fall asleep. For now, she’s just enjoying the feeling of safety and care…. It’s bringing back warm prewar memories of sleepovers with friends and bedtime routines)

Teshteal: *after they’re done humming the lullaby, to Jas even though he knows she probably can’t hear him… it might help to hear someone talk* You know… when I was a kid, I used to have long hair. Not curly like this but it was long. My mom used to put it up in a ponytail or maybe tie it back with a little bun or smaller pony tail at the top with very simple ribbons. *smiles fondly at the memory* I got called a girl by other kids but I didn’t care. After reading about Samurai and Shoguns and quite a few Japanese folk tales, I pretended I was some sort of mighty warrior defending a lord or daimyo by fighting evil spirits and malicious tricksters. Should have seen me on the play ground, waving my stick like I’m trying to weild a sword. *chuckles softly*

Jasmine: (Snuffs and shuffles to try and position herself more comfortably leaning against her Dad)

Teshteal: Ah. I’m boring you. Talking about little me pretending to be a samurai. I wonder what my hair would look like in a braid like this? Probably not as messy. *nearly done* I think some warriors in the era before the Edo period did do their hair in braids. I don’t remember. *realizes he’s gone right back to talking about Samurai* Sorry…

Jasmine: (Is actually asleep now, just really uneasy as Chem hallucinations and dreams mix with real life. She’s still very much aware that Nick is holding her and someone else is nearby whom her brain has decided to label “friend” but all the other shadows are mysterious and frightening)

Nick: Hard to bore her if she’s asleep, Li- I mean Teshteal.

Teshteal: *finishes braiding her hair and sits back* I suppose… *thinking for a bit*

Nick: You’re pausing-

Teshteal: *sits up, fear flashing on his face* Sorry. I didn’t mean to.

Nick: No- it’s just when you go silent like that you seem to have a breakdown.

Teshteal: Not that in kinda pause, Detective. I was actually thinking about something.

Nick: We have time. Safer to travel during the day anyway.

Teshteal: …I wonder if I would have made a good father.

Nick: *silently looks to Jas for a second then studies him curiously* Huh.

Teshteal: No- you’re right. I would be a terrible father. Or would have been.

Nick: Not what I’m thinking at all. *gently strokes Jas’s cheek*

Jasmine: (Even in her sleep, her hold on Nick is pretty strong. As of right now there is only an occasional whimper or sniff of discomfort)

Teshteal: Then what…?

Nick: I think you would have and still could be a great parent. You handled Jas pretty well… though I think ya may want to hold off on picking your kid up by the legs with that tail. *points to the gremlin’s long glowing tail*

Teshteal: *grabs his tail self consciously* Yeah. Sorry-

Nick: Don’t apologize. It probably was the safest way to get her back without either of you getting severely hurt.

Teshteal: *smiles a little proudly*

Jasmine: (Takes a deep breath in her sleep while her nose scrunches cutely)

Nick: You could always adopt… there are plenty of orphans in the Commonwealth that could use a good dad.

Teshteal: I could have a kid naturally-

Nick: No. I don’t think that’s possible just looking at you. Something tells me they might have messed around with your DNA and used something like FEV to make it stick. That has certain… side effects.

Teshteal: Oh… I see.

Nick: What brought this on so suddenly? You wanting kids?

Teshteal: I dunno. I guess I’d like to have a family. *shrugs* I’d like to have people who love me despite my problems…

Nick: You don’t need to be a father for that.

Teshteal: I guess you’re right. *sighs sadly*

Jasmine: (Let’s out a small whimper while she relaxes her hold on Nick, bringing one hand over to cover her face in her sleep)

Teshteal: *takes his hat off again and gently sets it on her head, only tilting it just a little to cover her eyes. If she can smell it, it smells like dust or an old house. There’s also a hint of rosemary, sandlewood, lemon grass, and olive oil in it, too but very faint- all around a very earthy and musky smell on the old hat*

Jasmine: (Doesn’t try to move but she puts her arm back around Nick)

Nick: *small smile at Jas, guessing that’s what she wanted then he looks to Teshteal* You should probably get some sleep, too. I’ll keep an ear out.

Teshteal: I’ll try. *scratches around on the ground to clear debris and makes a clean area for himself to lay. He pulls out his possum toy and curls up around it, trying to rest*

Jasmine: (Both of her hands grip onto Nicks coat while she rests. Because she is so small, her hands are quite petite and delicate as well, also very soft despite all the harshness of the Wasteland toughening up most people’s skin, literally. But she can still pack a deadly punch and hold a tight grip, she’s strangled and caved in enough heads to prove that)

Nick: *just sits there. A sentinel in a burned out house that once held so much life. One last time, it’ll shelter someone before it can finally rest*

Teshteal: *asleep but he’s having a nightmare. His legs kick in his sleep and he tries to curl up tighter around his possum*

Jasmine: (Tenses in her sleep with a small yelp of fear, her head lowering slightly)

Nick: Ssh… *strokes her hair* It’s alright… No one’s going to hurt you… *takes that rag from before and dabs cool water on her face to help soothe her and get her temperature down while she sleeps* Teshteal’s just a little restless. That’s all.

Teshteal: *clawing at nothing in his little laying area like he’s trying to attack something*

Jasmine: (Continued to whine and yelp in her sleep like a terrified lost kitten crying for her mother, her hands scratching at her skin. She tosses around when a particular shadow looms down over her and she swears she can smell that horrid skunky-earthy smell of weed that always reeked on his clothes and breath. It starts burning her eyes as she gasps for air while he crushes her under his weight and starts making her body ache in impossible ways…) (Mumbling desperately) “Off-! You are hurting me! Get off, please…. Hurts…!”

Nick: *takes her hand and gently squeezes it. Reassuringly* That man’s not going to hurt you anymore… If I ever find him he’s as good as dead.

Teshteal: *mutters softly* Not a rat.. *whips his tail in his sleep*

Jasmine: (Shrieks and squirms as Teshteal’s hat gets knocked off her head, not from Nick but from this horrible nightmare that seems endless. She squeezes her legs together and locks her ankles in an attempt to protect herself, whispering those degrading words over and over again between fast and heavy breaths of pain)

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winns-stuff · 2 years

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LO RANT:

Okay, I’m just going to say that I’m really very upset. I hope this blows up and I even hope some lore olympus fans see this but the way that some people are reacting is just disgusting. I’ll try to keep this short because I’ve got other things to do but Im just going to outlet all my rage into this because I’ve been absolutely dreading this episode for a while now.

I knew Demeter’s haters were going to be multiplied by 10000x after this episode and it’s just as I said. I hate it so much, I don’t know why every time a woman cries, or gets upset, or she’s stuck in a terrible situation it’s used as something light and not even taken seriously. Why are the insults of Demeter thrown around as a joke? Why is it that when Demeter does literally fucking anything everyone acts like she’s ruining the world. I know I have a huge bias of Hades and I know I share my dislike for him immensely but even from an unbiased point Hades is not a very fleshed out or well developed character. We’re supposed to believe that he’s one of the good guys and that he’s just framed as a monster and how in his past he’s been uptight and absolutely horrible to be around but we do not see any development. I’m so sick and tired of Persephone and her “love” and her “treatment” being the only thing that carries him. I despise that the only development that he has at all is being “in love.”

I say this because you literally can’t even remember Hades being nice to anyone who isn’t Persephone or doing things that are even decent for anyone who isn’t connected to Persephone. He’s such a poorly written character that he legit cannot find any sort of healing by himself, why can’t we just let him sort out his emotions and do something that’s actually development worthy. He’s always talking about how much of a terrible person he is and how no one fucks with him but he never gets his shit together, he continues to treat people around him terribly and abuse his power without remorse. There is no healing, no love, no development. Like honestly if you give me three valid developmental changes that separates Hades now from Hades then that doesn’t revolve around Persephone, I will give you a fucking badge and I will become a fucking Hades stan for crying out loud.

Next thing is how is this love? How is Persephone having to be the reason of his existence love? How is Persephone being the only thing he has love? The man needs fucking therapy, he’s so emotionally attached to her that it’s unhealthy. This is not what love is about, you’re not supposed to use your spouse or your lover as some fucking therapist or something you’re supposed to deal with your problems beforehand. Not saying that you deal with it all by yourself of course, but you need to have a balance. Too much of anything is bad for you and in this case too much reliance on Persephone coddling and fixing his problems is one of the main reasons why this relationship doesn’t work. Romantically or lustfully, they both help each other because they’re so into how they physically look. Ever notice that actually? Whenever they mention each other most of the time it’s about physical appearance, that’s quite literally the only thing that they share. What the hell do they help each other with that isn’t some form of Hades trauma dumping? Have they ever resolved conflict that didn’t effect the other in a bad way? Have they ever sat down and had a real down to earth conversation with each other that didn’t involve them flirting and lusting with each other? It’s so annoying that that’s literally all of their conversations, not saying that people who obviously like each other can’t flirt but it becomes a problem when that’s literally the only thing they do.

Also I’m so sick and tired of people saying, again, that Hades is better now and that he’s not the same person. YES HE IS. HES LITERALLY THE SAME FROM BEFORE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER HAS CHANGED. If he’s suffering everyone is and there is no in between and we’ve seen that happen so many times, this man doesn’t have consideration for anyone who isn’t Persephone and it’s getting fucking tiring. I’m getting fed up with this comics poor writing, if you wanna parade around and say how developed and well written your characters are please have the decency at least to make them that way. Stop fucking telling us shit and show us please it’s getting so enraging and infuriating.

Also, I hate that in this fandom so many fucked up characters are praised for everything they do. Even to the fucking main character which everyone shouts that they stan and they protect but they don’t even call out any of their faves who have actively hurt Persephone. A lot of fans have such animosity towards Minthe fans but I will say this, at least most Minthe fans acknowledge that she’s done terrible things and they don’t stray away from the fact that she’s not a great person. I’ve seen so many people who favorite other problematic characters not even bring up what they did and even went as far as to sweep it under the rug, gaslight people into thinking it’s false, and even defending the disgusting things that they did. It’s really concerning how this fandom will bend over backwards for the characters who do the exact same fucking shit that they hate other characters for.

Another thing is that I absolutely hate how weird and sexual everything had to be between them, especially by Hades. It’s so incredibly disgusting how every single boob shot, lip shot, and body shot is from Hades’ point of view. Like why can’t Persephone just be in clothes that fit her, that she’s comfortable in, that she gets to pick out. Everything about her has to resort to Hades thinking about sexual things and this would’ve been fine if Persephone was actually in charge of her own sexuality. There are some rare times when she is but for the most part it’s everyone else treating her like she’s a sexual object on display that they can ogle at. Literally there’s so many unnecessary panels of Persephone doing normal things with her boobs out and don’t forget the countless poses and positions that she’s constantly in to make her look weirdly inappropriate as well. I just don’t get it, why can’t Persephone have any control why is her being cute surrounded by the idea of her being powerless with big boobs and a tiny waist and stuff. I also don’t exactly enjoy the fact that the only real endgame to all of this is Persephone giving up her virginity to Hades, that’s what most fans are ready for and that’s how they want it to end. Me personally, it makes me feel uncomfortable that people comment about Persephone finally having sex with Hades and stuff so passionately. I’m not sure why I feel like this but it always makes me incredibly sick, maybe I’m the only one.

But anyways the last thing I wanna say is that I absolutely hate that everyone is just so strict and cruel to Demeter, they can’t possibly see her side of things but they’ll go through hoops trying to defend Hades and bully other people who have differing opinions. Speaking of that, I’m very glad that there hasn’t been any real toxic fans interacting with me. I’ve seen how rude and disrespectful they can get so I really am happy that everyone who views my page are such bright wonderful people. Hopefully it stays like that but you never know, this post might be the one to wake them up. But anyways, that’s the end of the rant and I probably made it even longer than usual (which I apologize for) but if you really made it this fair I applaud you because I know it’s a lot. This episode just really triggered such anger within me because of how powerless and defeated Demeter looked while Hades shouted and insulted her, even going as far as to invade her personal space. It’s all so disgusting and so many people have let it slide which just makes me eye roll. I had to defend her because not many people ever do it seems. But like I always say these rants are meaningless outlets for me and my opinions to write my thoughts down and how I interpreted the media, if you agree or disagree is both fine we don’t have the same brains so we’re not always going to agree. Also, I mean no disrespect to the fandom (that’s not toxic) but I did want to call out the bullshit that some fans do seem to pull with these situations.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo demeter

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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i’m back again!!!

I was listening to music while i was studying and then sza’s new song “Saturn” came on AND OMG IT SCREAMMMSSSS SWEET GIRL. like “Stuck in this paradigm, Don't believe in paradise, This must be what Hell is like, There's got to be more, got to be more, Sick of this head of mine, Intrusive thoughts, they paralyzе, Nirvana's not as advertised. Therе's got to be more, been here before” can be interpreted as what she’s thinking of after she wins the games.

ESPECIALLY WITH THE LINE “sick of this head of mine, intrusive thoughts, they paralyze” literally can be her intrusive thoughts and her self hate. and with “nirvana’s not as advertised” could potentially be how a victor’s life isn’t how the capitol portrays it.

AND THENNN “Life's better on Saturn, Got to break this pattern, Of floating away. Find something worth saving, It's all for the taking I always say, I'll be better on Saturn, None of this matters, Dreaming of Saturn” Saturn can be interpreted as Finnick!

And the “breaking the pattern of floating away” can either be how she is now in district 13 or how she tries not to zone out during intimacy.

Then in the 2nd verse, “If karma's really real, How am I still here? Just seems so unfair. I could be wrong though, If there's a point to being good, Then where's my reward? The good die young and poor. I gave it all I could.” could be the guilt and self hatred she harbors for conway’s death.

HEAVYYYY on the “if karma’s really real, how am I still here?” like that is quiet literally her mindset.

(i literally can’t with this + im so sorry from bombarding your requests with all these thoughts 😭)

-🩰

yes absolutely. like her head is so full of the worst kind of thoughts about everything and she's survived the games only to be endlessly trapped by the Capitol. it's like hell. even though winning as supposed to just being victory and grandeur, it's made her another pawn in Snow's game.

her escape, her need, her wants are all Finnick, she has to be with him no matter the cost, but she's not trying to stop the cycle of cutting her true feelings off in favor of helping him instead.

and yes that's absolutely her mindset, the world is trying to punish me, I should be dead, I'm a terrible person, everything that happens is due revenge against me. and conway in her mind has been left to become this like idol of what was good that she ruined.

you're all good pookie, I love all your thoughts 💋💋💋

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #the lakes #the river #🩰 anon

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hiddenwashington · 10 months

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neverafter meme pt. 2

a meme made months ago but submitted for clue 12 !!!

“behind you are two geese. one of them is good and one of them is evil.”

“everyone stand on the girl child with broken bones”

“sister– what gives?”

“you got it, dad!”

“hey! be careful who you’re talking to! i’m a really nice pre-teen!”

“great, gender reveal crow”

“two brilliant actors. you guys are going to get into the school play this year, for sure.”

“they’re not dirty here, they’re unnatural.”

“i’m going to do a courageous act of cowardice.”

“i mean, as someone who just ate one, it was great for me.”

“are you also a cusping pre-teen?”

“i gotta get you on the garnish train.”

“we’re all on our own in the dark, little boy!”

“[blank]’s become metal as hell!”

“you were special when you were young, and then you fucking went through puberty, and now you’re just ugly!”

“hey, i’ll trade bites in the name of girl bonding”

“am i always supposed to be scared?”

“and sometimes, i think, you also have to be a little bit scary in scary times.”

“deep in your heart, do you feel that you are a man or a frog?”

“answer however you feel, you’re allowed to grow.”

“and now here they are, hardcore thrashing at a party”

“relax you’ve been at a sleepover party.”

“roll for gaslight” - this is so unusable as an rp starter but im losing it

“it was an adult sleepover! a non-sexual adult sleepover.”

“can i help because i have a keen eye for authority?”

“this kid knows where to tell on people.”

“you’re the man to stand up and say ‘adult sleepover gone wrong, my bad, but we’ll get through this as a community.”

“there is a lot of intuitive knowledge in this little body of yours”

“you gotta accept it before you embrace it”

“you’re not a monster.”

“true love isn’t real! don’t worry about it! i’m going to die alone, and so is everybody else, isn’t that great?”

“i’ll think about it, i’ll give it a good noodle.”

“wet, nude spiders on your 12, your 10, your 11,, your 1, your 2.”

“leave me to the ladies.”

“you’re nodding at me like i’m supposed to get something.”

“meow baby, meow meow– okay.”

“you see the smile of a devil you never believed in”

“the most fairy tale shit we’ve done so far is subject kids to shit they absolutely do not deserve.”

“it feels kinda rude to just start throwing fire around but i’m down.”

“i just like little guys.”

“everyone loves a fucking underdog, but i’m a fucking actual dog.”

“you’re about to get your ass kicked, man.”

“don’t need it, but thanks babe! *kisses on both cheeks*”

“look, there’s two kinds of people. there’s scratches people and there’s deeper into the ink people.”

“you’re nothing more than scratches of ink on someone else’s paper”

“oh god dammit are we an acapella group now?”

“i think this makes me want to disobey my elders, when i hear this.”

“it’s not fun to tell the truth! it’s much funner to lie.”

“if i sing it maybe it’ll be better.”

“from man to man, you need to chill.”

“do you pick the bits before, or do we just– find them?”

“there’s a lot of mean moms around, huh?”

“sometimes you say things in the heat of the moment because you want to protect somebody”

“i feel like a lot of children, the entire moral of their story, they’re just a tool to tell some stupid moral, and the morals are fucking wrong. the adults are wrong, like, so often.”

“ugh! i’m so sick of adults!”

“you just didn’t say anything! not saying anything sometimes is just as bad as a lie, or maybe it’s even worse!”

“can i say? i don’t fucking know you.”

“[blank], that’s torture, right? that’s, like, fucked up shit, right?”

“i guess, sort of, how?”

“i followed a caterpillar that was chasing a butterfly”

“so what it was my grandma’s time, but not my time?”

“i met death, and death wants me to live!”

“i literally can’t believe what you kids have been through.”

“i don’t think you can be a prick when you’re ten.. you’re just ten.”

“us talking is fucking them over– everyone kiss each other!”

“it’s been kind of hard, but good lessons to learn.”

“don’t learn lessons from my torment!”

#meme day

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chronicas · 4 months

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GAMES (And DLCs) PLAYED 2023!!

10. The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog. I am NOT! The Visual Novel enjoyer. BUT MAN!! WHAT A DELIGHT!! It honestly brought be around in the genre again after DR3 muddied my enjoyment of it. Totally unexpected and so so SO enjoyable. Which is why I’m giving it a spot on the top 10! Play this game!! It’s free and awesome! I’ve even had people with know knowledge of Sonic tell me they liked this game! I’m serious! Go play it!!!

9. Bastion! LOVED this one! A beautiful game! I honestly don’t have much more to say on it though because it’s kinda just another really good game from Supergiant. I love how many styles of combat exist as options in this game, like, more than Hades had which felt like a lot compared to Transistor (which also had a lot of cool options but you can only use a sword so many ways). Good game! 8/10! Definitely recommend!

8. Frospoken. I’m being generous to this one because despite the super lackluster story. THIS WAS SO FUCKING FUN TO PLAY!!! I literally had such a blast with this one!! The abilities made running around the world so so so fun!! Of course I am disappointed that it didn’t live up to my expectations after following its development through the years, but honestly, they can’t all be bangers and I’m fine with that. Some games are just fun and have sick as fuck boss fights, and sometimes that’s all I need. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it though.

7. Sonic Frontiers: The Final Horizon. Okay I didn’t think they were gonna fully redo an entire level of the game. When they said “new story content” I thought that was gonna be like four new basically Cyber Space levels and that’s it. ALSO IM SORRY!! I’M SORRY FOR COMPLAINING ABOUT THE DIFFICULTY I’LL BE DIFFERENT NEXT TIME. All in all it was solid as hell. Like I’ve always said with Frontiers, this one GETS Sonic. This is what it’s all about. But Christ this was hard to beat….

6. Kingdom Hearts. The first one. BANGER!!! SUPER FUCKING CUTE. Also Cloud and Yuffie are there :]]]!!! The whole concept of Final Fantasy meets Disney still feels like an absolute buck wild concept to turn into such a well beloved franchise but hey! It’s good shit!! My favorite level overall was probably the Little Mermaid one! I love unique level mechanics!! Excited to play more of these games next year!

5. Spider-Man: Miles Morales. Cannot believe I delayed playing this one for so long! IT WAS SO GOOD!! These games are doing so right by my boys Miles and Ganke. The Spider-Verse movies could never (Taking shots at my own favorite movies). I’m REALLY glad I didn’t skip this before 2 came out. I loved the side quests on this one most of all! Really made you feel like a Friendly Neighbor Spider-Man instead of just Spider-Man. Also Haley I love you so much my sweet girl Haley :]

4. Destiny 2: Lightfall. This might be the lowest a D2 expansion has scored on this list in years. But that’s entirely because the other games this year were FUCKING SWEEET! But GOD. UAGH. I LOVED THIS ONE!!!! IT WAS SO GOOD!!! WHAT THE HELL… Nimbus my best friend Nimbus. AND GRAPPLING HOOK??? YEAHHHHH!!! God Strand is a fun subclass. It definitely doesn’t beat Stasis for me right now but it is SOOOOOOO FUNNNNNN. I loveee itttt. It was so exciting to start unraveling more about the Witness. Also the seasons this year? Mostly bangers!! We got a Pirate Season AND a Dragon Season?!?! WOOOOO!!!!!

3. Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. MOTHER!!! FUCKING!!!!!! DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!! DRAGONS!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DRAGON BOSS FIGHT!!! WOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!! LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO! 10/10 THIS GAME ROCKS. BEST ZELDA GAME. DRAGONSS!!!!!!!

2. Lethal Company! God this game rules. Enough to surpass the other games on this list purely because it’s gotten me through this whole month. It’s designed in a way that it’s always fun to come back to and it’s just been hours of fun with my besties! Plus it looks fucking stellar. Literally peak. 10/10, cannot recommend this one enough.

1. SPIDA-MAN!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!! Was so fucking good HOOOLLLYYYYY SHIT! I literally have raved on and on about this game and honestly I could just keep going. The gameplay was PHENOMENAL!!! The characters were so good. It was SUCH a good take on the Black Suit and Venom AND a really cool take on Kraven’s Last Hunt!!!!!!!!! Literally I couldn’t have asked for more from this game! It’s earned a spot as one of my all time favorites!!! :D

#ophidian lore #game rankings

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cat-alyzing · 1 year

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How does the afterlife work here?

Aaaa yes I needed this. I’ve just been going through the family tree and needed something else to chew on.

So the afterlife. I have many thoughts about it. It’s very Christian, heaven and hell which I don’t really care for? I mean a cat being thrown to permanent starvation all alone (if before po3 atleast) in a gross constantly changing forest. Especially since we’ve seen how the council can be incredibly swayed and unfair. Also the fact there’s literally no chance at redemption even for the cats who were far more innocent than cats like Mapleshade or Brokenstar. And then cats like Ashfur being barely tried to get into paradise while Squirrelflight almost is sent to the DF. It’s just icky to me and very very unfair I don’t care for it. I can’t completely scrap it though. Plus it can be interesting if tweaked a tad.

Onto ATOT’s afterlife. I’m keeping their starry paradise tho im changing its name, and the DF is staying it’s very changed. But I’m adding another place, the between. Cats who are unable to be properly sentenced or haven’t accepted where they themselves should go will be sent to the between (for canon reference Onestar would’ve gone here to reflect).

The Starlit Plane

Similar to canon Starclan the Starlit is a paradise where the clique cats reside in. While it is a reflection of the biomes below them it is not the same and has sections for each proffered place, riverlands, forests, pines, and valleys. To the left of the paradise is a mountain rage that glitters as if made of solid quartz, snow capping the tops making it shine even more. From the mountain a river slices through and goes down until it creates the pool which the starlit cats use to see into and visit the living world. All cases where the council has to weigh where a cat should go is done around the pool, and if agreed that the cat is to go to the starless they are pushed into the pool.

Spirits are much the same except I’m adding a few of my favorite hc’s into them. All spirits have a central star in their pelt and this will be brighter or darker depending on the cats morality, Firestar would have a blazing white one while Leopardstar would have a very dull almost black star. Leaders who have lost lives but not all of them will have a ghostly version of themselves in the Starlit, though it’s lifeless and just lays near the pool until their last soul is completely used up. Whatever caused a cats death is also reflected in their pelt, a wound filled with stars, sickness reflected by herbs around their throat, old age reflected by the cats silver hair bright to show their age.

The Starless Plane

I am changing the DF a lot. It’s a marshy forest instead, the trees dead, thorns everywhere, water so dark it looks as if it could swallow a cat. There is a sun and moon but both are red and the only light they give of feels like the sharp gaze of something watching them, reminding them of their crimes that lead them here. The forest is always in a winter state and the pool on their side is frozen to block off any stray spirits from escaping their realm.

Similarly to my Starlit cats they also have certain features to mark them as dead, though Starless cats are a lot more monstrous. Those who were sentenced here for bloodshed are permanently stained with the blood of their victims, a sickly reminder of what they did. The wounds or reason for their death is similar as well to their starlit counterparts except it’s always open and oozing. But for a more monstrous take the cats will have unnatural features, horns or plants, hooves, fangs, all as ways to push them even further from their starlit foe. While it’s rarely happened cats who have redeemed themselves will keep some of their monstrous features but any open wounds will stitch up.

The Between and Past

The in between is a idea I really like. It is a a seemingly endless space area of water. Lily pads and aquatic plants dotting the surface shift depending on a cats progress in acceptance, blooming when they do. While a cat can wade through the expanse to think if they sink in they’ll fall into their memories. They can relive their mistakes and past over and over until they finally come to a point where they find peace. The between is entirely chosen by a cat and no cat can be sentenced there. To get to it a cat will sink into the pool like they’d be going to the starless but instead they’d wake up in the between.

A cat who is using the pool to travel to the living plane will be stripped of almost all of their features, as the living cannot see them truly for who they are. While some cats can recognize a cat most do not and will just see these mysterious starry figures in their dreams.

#afterlife of the cliques #starlit plane #starless plane #the between #worldbuilding of atot #I very much like this #I also have a very clear reason for why the starless changes as we get to PO3 #warrior cats rewrite #starclan #the dark forest

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