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whumblr · 9 days

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They are here for me

Prologue

“Dead men don’t just pop out to stretch their legs, Ava!”

“Don’t you shout at me! God, I came here to watch a movie, not to you ambushing us with conspiracy theories!”

Lucas opened his mouth to retort, but had none. Okay, yeah, he had kind of ambushed them on their weekend outing. But he had no other choice. Barging in on her at home was too dangerous. And she wouldn’t have taken that well, either. Hell, staying at his own home was too dangerous. But he needed someone to confide in. Either he was going paranoid, or he really was being watched. And neither was good.

He sat back and, to avoid Ava’s accusing glance, let his gaze roam over to the little girl now happily scurrying along the candy lane. She had been easier to pacify than her aunt; a promise of a later movie with a bag of candy to go with and she was happy to give them some time to discuss things.

A trait she probably hadn’t inherited from her aunt, or well, maybe she had… Always make a good deal. That was Ava’s motto, pounded into him ever since he started working with her. Ava wasn’t easily bought. Even at the office, if he’d try to get her in a good mood, seeing her favourite coffee drink waiting for her on her desk was only met with suspicion. Like it wasn’t just coffee but a bribe.

She was on his side here, but god, he needed something to convince her. Without sounding paranoid.

Ava followed his gaze, the girl now intensely focused, finger running over the containers trying to decide. “You owe me for this. That girl ain't stopping until that bag is full.”

“Yeah, fine, okay. Here’s ten bucks.” He slapped a bill on the side table. “And take this as well.” He carefully but deliberately placed a thumb drive on top of the bill.

Despite her anger and doubt, Ava didn't hesitate. She folded the bill over the drive, neatly packaging it, and tucked it away in her wallet. Only her voice carried her suspicion. “What is this?”

“Everything I have on that man. Files show he should have been released years ago, yet his body was brought in to the morgue directly from the prison. And now he’s gone. Nothing adds up here.”

“You couldn’t wait ‘til Monday—" Ava started, but a voice over the speakers interrupted her.

“Ladies and gentleman, at the request of the police we have to ask you to please evacuate the building through the main exit. We are deeply sorry for the inco—"

Lucas ignored the announcement at first, thinking they were just calling for the next movie to start, but at the word ‘police’ he jumped up. He flew towards the railing of the second floor, overlooking the main lobby of the movie theatre, nearly crashing right into it and leaning over.

At the floor below, people were already making their way out, flanked by a troop of military police who checked everyone leaving the building. A smaller group made their way inside, pushing through the confused crowd. Lucas watched it all unfold, equally confused by the spectacle yet also in total disbelief, ignoring the alarm bells blaring in his head.

A tall man in a long black coat who appeared to be the leader effortlessly made his way through, following his men. He oozed authority, striding his way past the crowd, his manner relaxed and calm, determined, and signalled with a single gesture of his hand for the men to split up and take the surrounding staircases up.

Lucas glanced back towards Ava, who quickly called her niece back to her and stood, ready to leave. He shook his head, gesturing for her to wait just a bit. Because this couldn’t be happening. This was proof he was just paranoid.

When he looked down again, his breath caught.

The tall man, the leader, was looking up. Straight at him. Eyes met. Narrowed. Widened, in Lucas’ case. And he knew.

The man called something out to his troopers but Lucas already pushed himself away from the railing and shot back to Ava.

“They’re here for me—” he started.

“Oh, Lucas, don’t be so dramati—”

“No. Listen. They are here for me!” he said, emphasizing each word. “I don’t have time. Take that drive and get out! You can go through the main entrance. I need you on this, Ava, please!”

And before she could even protest any further, he ran off towards the back, hoping to find an unguarded back entrance.

Useless, really. The building was probably completely surrounded by now, all escape routes cut off. But he had to try. He wasn’t going to surrender himself to them and attempt to talk this out. If they were willing to go to such lengths, in public… there wouldn’t be much to talk about.

He ran through the long hallway connecting the theatres, stomping over the red plush carpet, trying the doors to make for the emergency exit inside, but the doors had already been locked. He cursed a desperate note, continued running. His only way of escape was probably through the double doors. The main entrance, guarded by men who hopefully wouldn’t recognise him if he could just blend in with the crowd and get out, meet up with Ava.

He screeched to a halt as a rumble of heavy footsteps sounded from the end of the hallway, getting louder, getting closer. He turned on his heels and shot the other way. Heard shouts of recognition behind him. Panic seared through him and he nearly stumbled over himself in his haste to get away. Came to an abrupt halt again as two more men blocked his path from the other side.

They were armed… but they didn’t even bother reaching for their guns.

He froze for a second, fell a step back. Nearly tore his neck as he looked back; the other group now slowly closing him in. This couldn’t be happening. Right?! He glanced back and forth at the two groups of men not letting up, advancing on him as if he was a wild animal, as if he was the one who carried a weapon.

He was trapped. Completely trapped. The only option left was…

Fight! His body screamed, adrenaline bracing him, tensing his muscles. Push through!

Surrender! His mind countered instead, turning his limbs to lead with paralyzing fear as if it was already prepping to make him sink to his knees. Don’t make things worse.

Torn, he shot another glance back and forth. And made up his mind.

With a desperate scream he launched himself at the two men, hoping to bulldozer through.

They didn’t even blink.

He crashed right into them. Like crashing into a solid wall. Not giving him one inch.

One caught him by the elbow. An arm slid around his torso. A sharp pain exploded in his knee and he collapsed at their feet, half held up by his arm that was now twisted to his back. He hissed. Pain shot through his shoulder, forcing him face-down to the ground. Where he saw more combat boots drawing nearer.

“N—Get off, get—!”

He struggled with all his might, knowing full well he couldn’t throw off two trained men with their full weight on him. He flailed, begged, screamed. Bucked and twisted to get free. Managed to pull one hand free and driven by this small success, he doubled his efforts.

He vaguely registered slower footsteps drawing nearer, but with another knee forced onto his back he couldn’t look up. His chest pressed into the soft carpet. He trashed again, a final attempt—

When suddenly a harsh grip snared in his hair. His head was pulled up and before he could even realise what was going on, everything exploded in pain as his forehead slammed into the floor.

He couldn’t move a muscle for a few agonising seconds. Heard a distinct click. Made to try and bring his hands to press against his head, but something stopped him. He couldn’t see a thing, nothing but a white flash slowly fading to red, the red of the carpet that scratched his forehead as he stuttered back to life and slowly shook his head with a moan.

Two pairs of strong hands grabbed him by the upper arms, pulled him up. He followed with a groan, slouching in their grip, half bend-over, legs protesting against the weight forced on them. Blood gushed from his nose, dripped over his chin and splattered onto the carpet. His vision was still blurry. He blinked hard, trying to focus, his gaze stuttering over to the man still towering over him even now that they’d scraped him from the floor.

He barely had the strength to raise his head, merely stared straight ahead, eyes at chest height. He tried very hard to focus on one of the shiny buttons of the man’s long black coat until he was pulled upright. His gaze followed up, searching for the man’s eyes. They were the same cold eyes that had looked up at him from the lobby, now looking down with a certain cold condescension.

The man’s hard stare snapped to his subordinates.

“Take him away.” And with an equally cold harsh nod, Lucas was half carried along, down the stairs, the toes of his shoes scraping over the carpet every now and then as he struggled to keep up.

There was no mercy of a quiet exit by the stage door. The unit marched him right down the lobby, through the double doors of the main entrance, clearing a perplexed crowd to carry a bloody, half-conscious man to a police car.

He spotted Ava outside, hand in front of her mouth, eyes wide and fixed on his face. He tried to smile at her, but it probably came out as a twisted grimace. With bloodied teeth, perhaps. Not the reassurance he had in mind.

They deposited him like a limp rag in the back of the police car. The door slammed shut and he sagged against it, taking the pressure off his bound hands. The man getting in the front turned in his seat to look back at him. He could barely make out his face, but it was the man who had smashed his head in. His lips moved. Did he just say something? There was no concern in those eyes whatsoever, so Lucas doubted he asked an ‘are you okay?’.

The car blurred, the world turned to silence. And as the car rumbled to life, his vision joined gave in, everything turning black.

Still untitled prison whump project tag list :) @gala1981 @chaotic-orphan @lolrpop

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vintagexherry · 7 months

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Treasure for Three Day [7]

Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader

//Kissing and honesly nothing else since I'll leave the smut for the next and last chapter.

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Previously

"Spare the catacombs?"

Miguel smiled wider."

But on one condition."

"Or maybe the one with lime colored frills will do princess?" A maid says as she holds up a newly brought dress.

You stared at the dress choices in front of you, assessing each design.

Today's the day you meet your soon-to-be husband, and even if you don't know him that much, you might as well put up a good first impression. Appearance is important at best, you don't know what the man fancies, but extra frills are of today's trends.

"It certainly does give a spring vibe don't it?" You mused.

"Certainly, although it's summer. So maybe the yellow dress with a bonnet will do?" She suggests as she puts down the green dress by the side a lifts a pastel yellow gown and a bonnet with a long ribbon to tie.

You look out the window, and it is incredibly sunny. Maybe wearing a lighter dress and a hat will help.

"Yellow dress it is then."

The maid smiles at your choice.

As you stood up from your bed, the maid helps you undress.

"Say... Have you or the other maids heard anything about the prince?"

If you were gonna meet a complete stranger, you might as well learn bits and pieces about him.

"Hmm...Well your majesty, all we ever heard is gossip and rumors, you never know if there real or not." The maid says as she helps you tighten and tie the corset.

"Well, whatever helps." You wheezed out as she finalized it by tying the end.

"Well, a little birdy told me that the prince was popular with the ladies. But not only that my lady!" She whispered excitedly and you wait for her to continue.

"Some rumours has mentioned of his catacombs filled to the brim with treasure, but the most wanted treasure is a seastone brooch, said to bring good luck during sailing and could even ware off sirens."

Treasure and sailing huh?

Reminds you of someone.

"So a prince famous for treasure and woman, nothing different from what I heard." You chuckle.

Your maid smiles and helps you now onto your dress, the expensive fabric slides smoothly onto your skin and form. Your hand glides across the frills and embroidery.

"Unfortunately, none of the maids know much about the prince's personality or what not."

"Well, that's alright." You smiled as you glanced yourself at your body mirror. The pastel yellow has complemented your skin well, and the puffy skirt made you look elegant.

"You look elegant, my lady. All we need to do is your make up and hair and we can finally put the bonnet."

You happily nodded and sat down infront of the vanity.

Another maid comes in and helps with your makeup while the other one does your hair, and with enough teamwork, you look presentable enough for a walk in the garden.

Just in time, your mentor comes in, with her usual scowl and tight bun.

"I see that your ready. Maids, you're dismissed"

With that, the maids bow to you and leave the room.

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"And remember-"

"Talk lightly, and cover your mouth when laughing. I know I know." You sighed as you interrupted your mentor.

You and your mentor have been going so on and so forth about the meeting of the prince. Mannerisms and etiquettes have to be tackled as if you're six years old all over again.

"...But...Miss, what would I do if the gentleman comes off rude?"

"He won't... Your father assured of that, he did handpicked him himself."

Right now, your mentor and you are just roaming around the halls while she debriefs you about the meeting. But you can't help but feel anxious.

Usually, you would ease yourself by staring out into the ocean thanks to your balcony, but right now, you're not any near your balcony.

"And even if he did, just shout for the gaurds." Your mentor assured you, Her grumpy face lightly softing up.

You nodded as the two of you kept walking, heading to the garden.

Your eyes automatically look out the window and if you see far enough, you could see the shore.

"Lately, you've been staring onto the ocean. Something bothering you?"

"Wha- no miss... Just admiring the view is all." You said as you immediately, hoping she would drop the subject.

Your mentor looked at you for a long minute while you try not to break down under her scrutizining gaze.

"I must say, you've been acting off ever since you came back from a pirate." She paused, waiting for any reaction, when she didn't get any she continued.

"Are you absolutely sure you're still ready to meet the prince?"

"Yes miss."

Your mentor kept looking at you, not seemingly to believe a word you said. Finally she stopped walking and you didn't realize you finally arrive by the garden.

"Right then, here we are. Remember your training, manners, and etiquette. Now go on, he will be waiting at the fountaine."

With that, she adjusted your bonnet a bit and left you to your own.

As you watched her walk away, you took a deep breath and started walking to the rendezvous point.

As you walk, you admire the greenery and flowers, trying to find a way to ease your pumping heart. You decided to lightly fan yourself with a handfan the same colour as yours dress. You weren't sure what that man could be, if he'll even love you or spare you a moment of his time.

Most of these meetings are only for show and never really lead to anything. Some do, but most never last.

While you walk even further, your mind goes to the stories told by Miguel. Cannibals, islands, treasures, rough waters, and so much more. You sometimes maybe often wish you could hear more. The thrilling adventures of someone just seemed more fascinating than seeing it on books or what not.

As you go closer to the fountain, you pass by gaurds stationed in different areas, they bow as you pass by and you greet them with a nod of you head.

Finally, you start to see the fountaine and a man gazing at its flowing water. His build seems to be muscular and fit. at least you know it isn't some lazy scumbag.

He must have heard your footsteps on cobblestones, for he turned around. You couldn't see his face that much due to the hat his wearing.

"Good afternoon, princess." He greets with a bow, and you notice his accent is smooth just like the way he talks.

"Good afternoon to you too, sire." You curtsied.

"I must say, you look dashing today. Must be a waste if we don't walk with it. Shall I lead the way?" He suggested as he offers you a gloved hand.

You hide half of your face behind the fan as you take his extended hand.

You can't help but admit you're glad he started off gentlemanly. Maybe this meeting wouldn't be so bad?

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You don't know how many minutes have passed, but you can say for sure you enjoy his presence. You still can't see his face due to the hat.

The two of you started roaming around and admiring flower if you can.

During the walk, he snatced a blooming rose fresh with morning dew and gave it to you.

"A wonderful flower for a wonderful lady such as yourself." From your view, you could see his small smirk, and you swear your heart fluttered from his actions.

The two of you continued walking, talking here and there and nodding back to gaurds passing by.

"Forgive me. I'm trespassing boundaries here due to the incident you faced, but Im always fascinated to know what other people think of the ocean."

Right now, the two of you were leaning against a stone bridge over a small stream, the trees helped cover the both of you from the sun yet still providing enough wind to cool you both.

You paused at his questions. You could say so many things about the ocean, yet you still know so little about it.

"Don't worry sire your not trespassing anything. For the ocean... Well, I have only been out there for three days yet... Yet there's this feeling of excitement yet safety when I'm around it. Despite the situation I faced, I sometimes find myself looking out my balcony and gazing at its splendour."

The prince seems to take in your words.

"Splendour, huh?" he huffs a small smile.

"I heard many things about the ocean, yet splendour wasn't one of them?"

You gaze up to him. From your view, you can only see the bottom half of his face, yet you're still intrigued by his smile.

"Yes, it is a bit odd, isn't it? Tell me, sire, what have you heard about the ocean?"

"Treacherous, rough and dangerous. But im sure you already knew that?"

You both chuckle at his implication.

"Quite so. The ocean is mysterious in its own way, but I still find myself wanting to know more."

"I see that your a curious soul."

"Curse or blessing, you never know."

"Well...Aside from the ocean, what do you think about pirates?"

You paused. It's weird how the conversation drifted this way but nonetheless you enjoy it.

"Pirates, huh? Well... I have only met this crew for three days, yet their captain is the most interesting person I've met."

"Hm? How so?"

"Well, he's smart and tactical yet immature and confusing to understand."

"Immature and confusing?"

You couldn't hold back a smile at the memory.

"Well, first he likes to drink, a lot perhaps. During our days together, he had mood swings that went up and down. He's a pirate, sure, but not your typical one."

"What else could you say about that man?"

"Treasure hungry, that's for sure. He gladly introduced me to his collections of artefacts and chests and told me the story of each. One was a skeletal jaw of a beast, and another was a goblet he stole from a castle."

He chuckled.

"Stories and treasure, huh? I bet his favourite was that cannibal one."

You smiled "Yea he sure doe-"

You froze

...

"Your majesty? Something the matter?" His head turned to you in concern.

"I-...I never mentioned anything about cannibals... How did you know?"

This time, it was his time to freeze.

You looked at him expectantly waiting for an answer.

Finally he laughed.

"My bad princessa, I guess I slipped." His tone and accent suddenly changed into a carefree one. His hand went to his hat and finally removed it.

Your mouth fell open, and your eyes widened

"Miguel?!"

"In the flesh, hermosa."

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Your feet hits cobblestine as you run.

Your bonnet left forgotten behind, while you lift your dress with one hand and the other gripping Miguel's.

"Hobie, Gaurd the left! Miles the right!"

You duck your head as you hear gunpowedred guns shoot from behind you.

Yet you can't find yourself complaining. You instead find yourself laughing giddily alongside Miguel.

Just after the reveal of Miguel, you found out some of the gaurds were Miguel's crew in disguise. And after that, you're here running in glee.

"Let's get outta here, princessa," He says he stops himself at the end of the garden and carries you out of the fence.

"I can't believe you had to dress in royal garmets just for you to carry me out of here."

"You said it yourself dear, Im a immature and confusing man" He smirked and gave you wink.

After a while, you hear shouting from (official) gaurds.

You and Miguel started running more until the both of you come across a horse tied, and you recognize it's one of the horses from the stables.

You yelp as Miguel grabbed your waist and lifted you up to the horse, and he untied the reins and climbed up next.

"You better hold tight princessa."

You immediately wrapped your arms around him as he made the horse run, heading to the shore.

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"Put up the anchor, untie the sails. Let's go!"

Miguel climbed down the horse and lended you a hand to help you.

During the horse ride, Miguel already discarded his royal blue coat, which left him with a flowy blouse, making him look fresh and handsome.

You both finally arrived at the deck with Hobie and Miles close behind.

As you the ship moves, the crew seemed to smile at your presence.

"Welcome back, princess."

"Finally, you're back!"

"Welcome back to the ship!"

You smile at their greetings, you never felt this happy since forever.

The ship finally starts to distance itself from the shoreline where you see your father looking haggard from running.

Before you could do anything, Miguel suddenly puller you close and smashed his lips into yours, letting everyone on and off the ship to see.

Although you didn't care, for you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, Until the both of you had to let go for air.

"Just couldn't stay away from you, hermosa." He chuckled at your flushed state.

"Yeah....I notice" You smiled.

You glanced back at the shoreline, seeing your father shouting for you to come back.

This time, though, you're sure you don't want to.

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superartsy-carnival-0 · 1 month

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Connor chasing after Rupert, a deviant.

#concept art #official concept art #Androids #Rupert #connor rk800 #Connor #detroit become human #DBH #chase scene #Deviant

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unnamed-blob · 3 months

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Run Rabbit, Run, Run, Run

⇢ Pairing: The Other/Natalie

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: Months after the gruesome night, Natalie has somewhat managed to move past it to continue with her life. Staying late to study at the library might be her biggest mistake yet though.

Natalie shivered as a brisk fall breeze nipped at her cheeks, mussing her hair as she drew her jacket tighter around herself. She muttered a few choice words under her breath as she quickened her pace, her backpack thumping uncomfortably against her back.

It’d really been entirely her own fault, too caught up in cramming for an exam to notice the sun had long set and the library had closed until a hand landed on her shoulder, nearly jolting her out of her chair as a kind librarian softly notified her to head home. The brunette dug her hand into her pocket to fish her phone out, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to light up.

Nothing. Of course.

She sighed as she dropped it back in. She’d hoped it would have just a bit of leftover battery to let her call Brooke to pick her up, but no luck. The buses had all stopped by now so Natalie was subject to the long, chilling walk back to their shared apartment.

She flinched at each shadow stretching before her, unease curling in her gut at the abandoned streets and the heavy silence that pressed down on her shoulders. Natalie stopped to give another cautious glance around, straining her ears for the slightest sound.

Nothing but the rustle of dried leaves in the wind.

Right, of course, she huffed to herself, picking up the pace once more as she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Months ago, she and Brooke had refused to leave the apartment, terrified of hands springing out of dark spaces, of a wretched mask leaping at them and a bloodstained weapon lodging itself into their chest. But life moved on, and after months of radio silence Natalie had finally managed to dispel some of the tension that coiled in her frame at all times, brave enough to walk outside without jumping and nearly shrieking at each rustle.

A twinge of pain flared in her neck and she winced as she reached upwards to massage at the sore muscles. She groaned, stretching her neck, as her hand fell limply. She really needed to fix that sitting position, pouring over books for hours, curled like a shrimp was NOT doing it for her posture.

A snap from behind rang out and Natalie startled, whipping around fast enough for her ponytail to slap her in the face, wide eyes darting from each corner of the street to the other, scanning the dark spaces spread out between the streetlamps. She held still enough until she could only hear the thumping of her own heart beat, pulled taunt and tense. Several minutes stretched in silence before Natalie released the breath she was holding, unclenching her fist from the necklace she’d unconsciously grasped in her panic, the metal edges digging into the soft palm of her hand.

Just the wind, nothing more.

She shifted slightly, casting another calculating sweep before she turned back around, focusing forwards.

Her heart froze in her chest, breaths halting in a choked, labored gasp at the figure standing at the end of the street, barely out of reach of the light of a streetlamp, a dark hoodie swaddling their figure. Natalie swallowed past the lump swelling in her throat, a hand fumbling for the pepper spray nestled in her pocket, a slight wave of relief sweeping over her as her fingers curled over the cylindrical object.

She grasped it in a white knuckled grasp, eyes frozen on the stranger. It couldn't be him. Probably just some drunken college student stumbling back to the dorms.

It couldn’t be him. There’d been no signs for months.

It couldn't be him, she’d stabbed him.

The figure shifted slightly, a half step forward into the light that stole all of Natalie’s breath and made her knees buckle under her, threatening to sweep her to the ground in a fetal position, all too reminiscent of how Brooke had cowered before him that night. A familiar, mangled mask with those ugly, lopsided eye holes grinned back at her, the figure’s hands clenching slightly at his sides before he slowly, painfully slowly, shifted.

He raised a hand in the space stretching between them, then crooked a finger at her, beckoning her towards him, tilting his head to the side.

Natalie swallowed past the fear rising in her throat, the painful constrict in her chest, the irregular thumping of her heart. She whirled around and bolted, feet slamming into the ground as she pumped her arms, eyes burning against the piercing cold wind.

Behind her came the dreaded sound of steel toed boots breaking into a run, her legs shaking as the deja vu of the night slammed into her. She nearly stumbled over her own feet as she lurched into the nearest alleyway, pushing off the wall to scramble forwards. She choked on a sob as she heard him behind her, could hear him closing the distance, his panting breaths amplified alongside her jack-hammering heart.

Too close, too close!-

Natalie whirled around, shrugging off her backpack as the killer reached for her, fingers ghosting the air above her jacket before she slammed the bag into his face, not daring to waste another second before she spun around.

The world stilled for a moment, the only sound Natalie could hear being her own panicked breathing. Dimly, foolishly, she hoped one of the corners of her textbooks had lodged itself into his eye, that he lay crumpled against the ground in agony. Instead, the sound of his renewed steps echoed in her ears like a shot of a gun.

Natalie panted through panicked breaths, swerving onto a street at random, nearly slamming into a wall as she winced at the painful slice of brick against her shoulder. Her eyes desperately scoured the empty streets. Gosh damn it-

How hard was it for there to be one cop doing his rounds! Or one person to be out! An open shop? Anything!?

She yelped as a shrouded arm caught her in the middle, yanking her back into a broad chest as the killer dragged the two of them into the yawning mouth of an alleyway, arms curled around her like a suffocating snake as Natalie wriggled and kicked and spit like a rabid animal.

She grappled for her pepper spray as a hand covered her mouth, muting her screams. The brunette reeled her arm out before she slammed her elbow into his gut, relishing in the muffled grunt he gave as his hold loosened momentarily. Her hand encircled the familiar shape before she lifted her arm, yanked the toggle out-

A force slammed into the side of Natalie’s head and she blinked as her world tilted, vision suddenly wavering and shifting out of focus. The bottle clattered dully to the ground from her limp hold as her body sagged and tilted sideways, her knees giving out from under her before she was caught with a strong grip around her middle. She blinked dully as the world shifted and wavered to black, grimacing uncomfortable as a wetness plastered her hair to her face. Her head pounded in tune with her heart, the ringing in her ears drowning out any sounds.

She blinked, then her eyelids fluttered shut, her head lolling to the side as she dropped against the arm holding her up.

The Other gave a muffled sigh of relief, his figure visibly uncoiling as he gently tilted her limp head to a better angle, shifting her hair out of the way to brush a thumb over the blood staining the side of her head. He stared at the red liquid thoughtfully, smearing the blood across his fingers as he tilted his head to the side to look at her peaceful expression.

It wasn’t too hard of a hit, she’d heal.

He grunted as he lowered down briefly, grasping behind her knees with own arm and shifting the other behind her back, letting Natalie fall into a bridal hold against his chest as he straightened. He paused for a moment, stock still as his dark eyes trailing over her prone figure, a spark in his eyes flaring from behind the crevices within the distorted mask.

Then he shifted, turned on his heel, and disappeared down the alleyway, Natalie’s limp figure swallowed by the darkness.

The leaves rustled in the breeze, whispered, then fell silent.

#the other x natalie #hell fest #male yandere #slasher x final girl #angst #hurt/no comfort #manhandling #chase scene #hell fest 2018 #the other #natalie #slashers #slashers writing #slashers fanfic #yandere scenarios

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moonleatsu · 3 months

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Chase/On the Run!

#detroit become human #detroit: become human #drawing #art #dbh #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #dbh fanart #connor rk800 #dbh kara #kara dbh #chase scene #so cuute #human au

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whereismyhat5678 · 1 year

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Drawing in class is kinda embarrassing ngl-

But this was on my mind so HERE-

The chase scene btw is nerve racking and ABSOLUTELY PERFECT, I love it, so scary, and Fake Peppino is something I never wanna see in real life and I LOVE IT. Perfect amount of scary 😌👍

#pizza tower #chase scene #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #sketch #dark art #ABSOLUTELY NERVE-RACKING

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sohannabarberaesque · 11 days

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Just curious:

What could you picture as setting for a Tom and Jerry chase scenario?

#hanna barbera #just curious #just thought I'd ask #tom and jerry #chase scene #where could you imagine such?#hannabarberaforever

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pikmin-x-weirdcore · 8 months

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M!A Olimar gains a +1 speed buff for the rest of the chase

#something is wrong #captain olimar #weirdcore #olimar #Scalinois #and we're back #chase scene #pikmin #pikmin AU #olimar pikmin #pikmin olimar #gore warning soon

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samasmith23 · 11 months

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Lol! Obi-Wan & General Grievous are both war criminals in this unused original animatic for the Utapau chase scene from Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith! Like seriously, people have joked that if this is was in the actual movie, the film would have ended up with an R-rating for sure!

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Like, Grievous literally drives his wheel bike all the way through a moving train mowing over and shooting dozens of civilians in the process, later uses said-wheel bike to grind up and blow the body parts of dead Clone Troopers towards Obi-Wan, and later Obi-Wan literally pulls out all the internal organs of a helpless incapacitied Grievous with his bear hands and then coldly shoots them with a blaster before kicking Grievous’ lifeless corpse down the cliff below!

My best friend had the perfect reaction when I showed her this animatic!

Lucas: “This will be the darkest Star Wars movie yet.”

Animators: turn in this

Lucas:

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #general grievous #revenge of the sith #episode iii #deleted scene #animatic #utapau #chase scene #war crimes #war criminals #george lucas #Youtube

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crownmoto · 1 year

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#crownmoto #sfbayarea #motorcycles #motorbikes #ducati #chase scene #hwy9 #motorcyclephotography #motorcycle #bikelife

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whumblr · 1 year

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Chase

Chase scenes. Because impending capture (better: recapture!!) or failed escape. Both. Both are good:

Whumpee taking a few steps back, eyes wide in fear, before sharply turning and bolting out of there.

Whumper lazily catching up because he knows Whumpee can't escape anyway. He follows in a casual stroll. Watching the stumbling figure ahead desperately try to get away.

Or Whumper is not moving yet, he just gives a soft smirk before giving chase: "Is that how you want to play this?"

Whumpee staring down Whumper. Whumper suddenly breaks forward running towards them. Whumpee startles. Maybe stumbles over their own feet as they back away.

Or they start running. Hearing Whumper getting closer. And closer :)

That look over the shoulder thing. And really not liking what they see.

Heavy breathing. Panicked wheezes from Whumpee. Whumper following, panting hard but through a wicked smile.

That moment when they catch up and catch Whumpee by the arm. Leading to the initial fight. The screams. "No! Let go!" And finally, a tumble to the ground.

Chased by multiple people. Whumpee nearly crashing into henchmen, sharp turns, skidding to a halt and bolting the other way.

The sound of gunshots behind them :3 (Bonus! When they get hit in the shoulder and they keep running!)

Other bonus: shot in the leg and crashing to the ground. Hm.

Having to run away from henchmen in cars, on motorcycles, Whumpee desperate to outrun them but knowing very well they can't, having to turn to alleyways.

Leading to the classic of course, the dead end. The despair when Whumpee stumbles to a halt when they see the wall, frantically gasping "no...no!" Looking around for a way out.

Or indoors, where they smash themself against a locked door. And while they're desperately trying to get it open, a figure slowly advances on them, blocking the way.

#whump #whump tropes #whump scenarios #kidnapping #abduction #failed escape #recapture #manhandling #chase scene #angst #my writing #my prompts #my tropes #hello my name is ____ and I love chases

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tickles-ivory · 1 year

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I love this scene. One of my favorites from LOTR.

#LOTR #Arwen #Nazgul #horses #chase scene #Youtube

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youtubevideopromotion · 2 months

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Prepare for chills, thrills, and mental meltdowns! Join us as Aster and Sebastian react to The Game Archivist’s terrifying playthrough of Poppy Playtime Chapter 3. For more click here

#youtube #poppy playtime chapter 3 #the gaming alchemist #miss delight #mommy & son reaction #horror game #chase scene #hilarious screams #shocking death #scream challenge

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[Valentine Special!] Be Mine, Valentine

⇢ Pairing: The Other/Natalie

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: Valentine's sucks. Pair that with trauma from a certain horror fest and you've got yourself a great concoction. It'll be fine though, a certain someone is here to make sure Natalie isn't alone this Valentine's!

“I’ve got a Valentine’s gift for you ;)”

Natalie blinked down at her phone, a wry grin stretching at the edge of her mouth at the text from Brooke. She snorted before she sent back a thumbs up, pocketing her phone and returning her focus on the dull lecture.

The brunette wasn’t ever quite a fan of the holiday, first reminded of the crushing fact she was constantly single, too busy juggling her scholarship, classes, and a job, then later grimacing in distaste at the obvious marketing ploy and overpriced goods with a heart stamped onto them.

But, Brooke had always been the more romantic of the two of them and Natalie wasn’t about to rain on her parade. Especially when it was supposed to be a holiday she’d celebrate with Quinn, before-

She swallowed thickly, gripping her pen tighter and ducking her head, forcing her attention to the scrawled words on her papers.

It’d be best to leave the thought, nothing that could be done anyway.

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By the time Natalie was shuffling up the stairs of their apartment, fumbling for her keys in her bag, the darkness had crept in, only a glimpse of the sun’s rays remaining over the tops of the buildings. She hopped up the remaining steps, muttering a few words under her breath as the keys clattered away from her, jingling tauntingly at the bottom of her bag but stubbornly out of reach each time she felt around for them.

Glancing upwards, Natalie blinked at the realization she hadn’t even needed to bother, the front door slightly ajar. She frowned, hesitantly pressing her palm against it to swing it open, creeping a half step closer to scan the dark interior.

Brooke had been just as jumpy and paranoid as Natalie after the night, maybe moreso considering she’d been nearly gutted, helplessly splayed out on the floor in front of the killer, unable to do anything but plead for her life. The female crept in, tense, acting more akin to an intruder than the fact she was entering her own home.

There was no reason for Brooke to leave the door unlocked.

Natalie stopped, straining her ears for any sound, hardly daring to breathe in the whispering silence.

Or maybe she was overthinking it. Brooke might’ve left it open intentionally for her, knowing she’d be home soon from her classes.

Natalie quietly shut the door behind her, shrugging off her backpack in the foyer, still waiting for any sound.

“Brooke?” She hesitantly called out, wincing at the raw fear bleeding into her voice. She shuffled over to the light switch, blinking abruptly at the sudden brightness before her eyes were drawn to the scattered rose petals on the floor, leading a decorative trail that disappeared into her bedroom doorway.

Natalie’s shoulders slumped in relief as she snorted in amusement, carefully sidestepping the flowers to pad to her room. Of course Brooke would go the extra mile, Natalie really should’ve expected as much after being her best friend for years. (And, maybe, it was a way to mask the grief for the holiday, for Brooke to expel her attention onto Natalie instead of the boyfriend who she should've been with today).

Natalie paused at her doorway, squinting into the dark room, tensely waiting for Brooke to jump out at her. When nothing happened for several seconds, she leaned in to flip the switch on, glancing around cautiously. The rose petals were there of course, scattered all across her room (Natalie was definitely going to make Brooke help her clean up the mess she’d made), and a heart shaped box of chocolates nestled on the edge of her bed beckoned her over.

Natalie shuffled closer, glancing it over. Definitely bigger than she’d been expecting for such a goofy joke. She leaned in, hands extended to pick it up before the smell hit her, nauseatingly sweet and overbearing, assaulting her senses. Natalie swore, straightening abruptly as she clasped her hands over her nose and tried not to gag. She finally noticed the red peeking out from under the box, staining her comforter as she grimaced then rolled her eyes.

If Brooke covered her bedsheets in strawberry syrup, she was going to be the one scrubbing at it until it came out. Natalie steeled her nerves, mentally sighing as she left one hand clasped on her nose and the other to nudge the top of the box off, the flimsy cardboard falling alongside it to reveal its insides.

She froze, skin prickling in discomfort, needles stabbing into the back of her neck at the sight of a- a mass of red, the covered scent of iron slamming into her nose.

She stumbled back a step, breath hitching as she couldn’t tear her eyes off of the innocent, red box, knees trembling hard enough she wasn’t sure how she wasn’t on the ground yet.

A heart.

A red, blood bathed, human heart.

She was a Nursing major, she damn knew what it looked like-

“Br-“ Natalie gasped for air as the iron invaded her mouth, coughing against the tinge coating her tongue. “Brooke!” She called, scrambling out of the room, stumbling into the doorframe as she lunged for the hallway. “BROOKE!”

She slammed into her door, gracelessly coming to a halt in the middle of Brooke’s room, her labored breaths echoing in the stifling silence. She’d missed the light switch in her haste, leaving the room bathed in darkness as her eyes desperately adjusted, scanning the space.

Nothing- nothing, she wasn’t there.

Natalie wasn’t sure to feel relieved or horrified, slowly backing out as her brain flipped through every scenario, through every possibility, through each location she knew.

Where was Brooke? She wouldn’t-

Natalie’s thoughts came to a stuttering halt as a broad chest pressed into her back, wide arms curling around her frame and hugging her close before she could even gasp. She froze, tense, trembling, as the figure nosed at her neck, flinching at the warm breaths blowing across the back of her neck.

She didn’t want to turn around- didn’t want to acknowledge the only person it could be, the killer she’d left splayed out, wounded and bleeding out on the floor. Actually- she doubted she could, not with how numb her body had gone, trembling uncomfortably against her will, nor with the way the male pressed herself against him, without a gap of space left.

A flicker in the corner of her vision and Natalie snapped to it in a panic, heart threatening to burst from her chest at the sight of what the killer held. A knife? One from the kitchen, they didn’t leave them locked, there’s been no reason to. An axe like the one he’d slashed at Brooke with, a syringe like the one he’d killed Asher with-

She blinked.

A card. A small, dainty card held in a large hand, unfitting for his size, slowly coming to rest before her.

Natalie stared at it with wide eyes. It was a store bought one, covered in eye-gouging pink and red even in the dark, with too many hearts and overbearing cute images, cupids holding bows and blowing kisses. He’d obviously added his own touch, a red liquid splattered in random sections with a message in a messy scrawl, topped with a heart.

The killer pressed her impossibly closer, inhaling her scent as Natalie traced the words until they blurred in her eyes, trembled in his grasp, and couldn’t feel her own legs.

Be Mine, Valentine?

#lumps has reinvigorated me once again #everyone say thank you #the other x natalie #hell fest #male yandere #slasher x final girl #angst #hurt/no comfort #manhandling #chase scene #hell fest 2018 #the other #natalie #slashers #slashers writing #slashers fanfic #yandere scenarios

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