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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 months

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Apple Seed 7: Demons

Charlie: (nestled into bed and surrounded by a maternity pillow to help prop up her heavy set baby belly) Are you sure you're alright with me going to bed early? I can stay up a little longer and help with the new residents' paperwork.

Vaggie: (cups Charlie's cheek and brushes her thumb over the bright red circle, slipping her finger into the well hidden dimple camouflaged underneath) I'm sure, hun. I can handle it just fine. I'll be in bed in about two- (checks the bedside clock) -two and a half hours.

Charlie: (pouts) But-

Vaggie: (presses a finger to Charlie's lips) No, no hables más, mi amor. You've been sleeping horribly for weeks. If you're tired, you should sleep. I can take over so you can rest. ¿Comprende?

Charlie: (huffs childishly but eyes slowly soften as she kisses Vaggie's finger) Yes, Ma'am. I understand. (snuggles under the covers and strokes her belly) I love you, Vaggie.

Vaggie: I love you too, querida. (kisses Charlie's forehead) Good night. (slowly exits the room and shuts the door with a soft click)

Vaggie: (sighs heavily and shuffles down the hall with an uneasy stride and hunch in her shoulders) Mierda... What am I going to do?

Vaggie: (enters the office and sits behind the desk, slowly opening a side drawer to reveal a hidden flask and pulling it out to take a pull of the liquor inside) Fuck.... Now, I'm drinking by myself because of this... Shit....

-Silence-

Vaggie: (bites her lip and pulls out her phone) I cannot believe I'm doing this. (dials the number and sets the phone to speaker)

-Brrrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrrd!-

Carmilla: Carmine Industries. State your business.

Vaggie: (nervous) Uh, hello, Ms. Carmine. This is Vaggie Morningstar.

Carmilla: I'm well aware who you are, Vaggie. That's the point of caller ID. What do you want?

Vaggie: (under her breath) Gee, aren't you just as perky as ever. (clears her throat) I'm... in need of some... ugh...shit.... advice.

Carmilla: .............I'm listening.

Vaggie: You have two daughters.

Carmilla: How astute of you.

Vaggie: Smartass comments aside! (gets quiet and nervous) How... do you do it?

Carmilla: ..........I must say. Normally, I'd pride myself on being able to understand most nonsensical babbling, but I'm not quite following yours. Elaborate.

Vaggie: (sighs and sinks into the chair) How do you do it? Hold your kids when you have blood on your hands? (stares at her palms and flinches as flashes of deep crimson blood stain her fingers before returning to normal)

Carmilla: I see. This is about your prior Exorcist work and the baby on the way, isn't it?

Vaggie: (nods sullenly before remembering that she's on a voice call) Fuck! Yes! This is about that! How can I hold a perfect little being after everything I've done?! After all the people I've killed here in Hell? (flood gates open as her emotions run wild and tears sting her eyes) I know Charlie has forgiven me, but what if I hurt them? What if... I'm not good enough?

Carmilla: .............

Vaggie: (slowly calms down and wipes the tears from her eyes)

Carmilla: (softly) Because when that child is born, the hands that you once used to kill will be used to protect something even more precious than you could ever imagine.

Vaggie: (blinks) Carmine?

Carmilla: That innocent, perfect little baby will rely on you for everything the moment they're born. Your wife will rely on you to help her shoulder the burden. Do you honestly think that child will care about the people you killed when they only know the love you've given it? The care you've provided to it and it's mother?

Vaggie: But.... what if I-

Carmilla: Taint it? (huffs a laugh) With what? Slightly sullied hands that may or may not be covered in spit up? A child isn't tainted by the past sins of a parent, stupid girl.

Vaggie: (glances at her hands and watches as the blood washes away to a gross, white milky substance and cringes at the thought of spit up) Not sure how much I want that either....

Carmilla: Just remember to burp the child thoroughly between changing breasts if the princess is breastfeeding, and especially after. It should help with any projectile vomiting.

Vaggie: (smiles softly and relaxes) Do... you have anymore words of maternal wisdom for me? I... uh... feel pretty useless right now.

Carmilla: Hmmph. (sits down at her desk and leans back in amusement) Grab a notebook, and I'll give you a few tricks of the trade.

#apple seed au #apple seed #part 7 #angst #chaggie #vaggie #pregnant charlie #charlie morningstar #carmilla carmine #nervous dad vaggie #ptsd #good grandma carmine #mama carmine #inner demons #mother - adopted daughter moments #thanks anon for requesting some light vaggie angst #thank you maricantstandyou for requesting some carmine advice

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nvoirs · 1 year

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I fricken love how you write!! I don’t read normally but been getting into these Leon x f!reader fics because.. well… I am more into the angst as in injured and bleeding. I was wondering if you were willing to write one?? I have been drawing scenes from fics I have asked for as practice to drawing Leon💖💖💖💖

Thank you so much for liking the way I write hehe I do appreciate It a lot! Has not been proofread I'll do that when I get home x

There was to much blood, It covered your hands, your torso and Leon's hands. Being shot in the stomach was unexpected knowing the fact you had a bulletproof vest on. But to your guessing, the one you were wearing was slightly faulty.

The pain was excruciating and you were becoming light headed by the second. Leon's voice just a mere whisper like that of an angel. You just admired his pretty face. The way his dark hair shone in the bedazzling light, and his sapphire orbs were just to die for. Realisation hit you that you were not going to make it. You wouldn't be able to live a life with Leon, marry Leon, start a family with Leon. You internally cried when you thought about Leon sitting by your grave everyday, but one day he'd leave forever, leave you behind and never look back. He'd probably find another beautiful woman to settle down with. Marry her and have his children with her. It was a selfish thought but you couldn't help it.

Salty tears pricked at your lash line as you quietly sobbed. "Hey! Don't cry baby your going to be fine, listen to me."

Leon cupped your frail face in his rough hands, years of practice with an assort of weapons but they felt at home to you. He teared of a piece of his t-shirt he was wearing underneath and began pressing on your bullet wound. You wailed in pain, and gripped his arm tightly.

Whispering under your breath, Leon couldn't hear so he leaned in closer to hear your beloved request. "Leon forget It, you can't save me I'm losing to much blood."

Leon looked at you shocked, one hand still pressing against your gaping wound the other clasping your sweaty, clammy one.

"Are you crazy?" His voice was surprisingly quiet, he sounded scared. Leon S. Kennedy never sounded scared, he was the bravest person you knew, fighting bioweapon after bioweapon the DSO's golden boy that everyone looked up to. That's why you fell for him, the love of your life you loved him to bits and you didn't want to leave him alone in this cruel, god forsaken world.

"Leon please." You pleaded. Your warm blood trickled down Leon's trembling hands the rag he made fully soaked in your crimson blood.

"Please kiss me one last time." Leon stared at you tears silently falling down his cheeks but he complied. Leaning down to your collapsed body and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You could feel the scratch of his stubble, and you couldn't help but smile within the kiss. Even through all the pain, Leon was still a remedy to you. You felt the pain ease when he kissed you.

"I fucking love you, you aren't dying." His gruff voice was one of sorrow. He already knew he couldn't save you. Medics were arriving on the scene soon, but they were to late. By the time they had arrived Leon held your body in silence, dried blood covering his hands his eyes puffy and raw from crying so much.

"You're to late."

Leon did attend your funeral but he was an absolute mess. A flask of alcohol clutched in his hand, you hated when he drank telling him of saying he'd hurt his liver. But you, you'd hurt his heart the vital organ that beated just for you. His face red and raw from crying privately, but no one said anything. Leon was mourning you, his tousled, unkempt hair a mess on his head and he had gone days without shaving.

After everyone had left the service Leon sat in front of your grave and just spoke. "I bought the house we were going to live in." He swallowed thickly as if he was expecting an answer. He imagined what you would have said, "I'm so happy for you Leon." He blinked twice when he imagined your voice in his ears. It was like you were really here sat beside him head on his shoulder.

Leon didn't really believe in God, he was never the religious type. But now that you were gone he just knew a place called heaven is where you live now. You would have sought it out like the angel you were, and he closed his eyes as he imagined you living peacefully up there. You adorned a long white dress, and you smiled and waved at him when you caught each others eyes.

"Yeah thanks." His small smile would be a start to his journey to heal.

#leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy vendetta

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delicious-in-imagines · 15 days

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A HOLM ENJOYERRR <333 maybe a scenario where reader revives marillier (holm's undine) after the falin fight?

BROTHER! 🤝 This is such a cute scenario - absolutely! (This definitely got away from me, but this was so fucking cute, I just had to go above and beyond - the Holm girlies have got to eat!)

Holm Kranom

The meal upon his lips lacks it's usual savor, his eyes constantly travelling back to the flask settled gently onto the ground. Each and every time his eyes catch on the curve of it, the prickle of tears filters to the backs of his eyes, taking his sleeve and rubbing at the redden eyes. Tears wouldn't help the situation, though his heart mourns for the sorry state that his beloved undine was left in after the chimera battle.

It's made worse by your lacking presence at his side, in fact, he hasn't seen hide nor hair of you since they made a quick camp to find some respite before returning to the surface with Shuro's group. He lacks any comfort in that moment, pushing his meal around his plate, eyes downcast as he tries to make sense of everything going on. Even without his despair and grief, the atmosphere with thick with tension after the collective deaths of most of the groups.

The sound of footsteps doesn't draw his attention until Mickbell jumps to question you and your absence, and Holm lifts his head. The hair on the nape of his neck prickles when he sees the fresh blood coating your armor. You wave away any concerns, showing that your skin is unmarred and only the barest hint of scratches adorning your clothes.

You beeline for him, and before he can even question you, you settle beside him, leaning against him, and he can see the exhaustion painting your features. You nudge your forehead against his, and he slips his hand into yours, feeling the reassuring squeeze of your grasp in his own.

"Sorry for disappearing, I... had to do something."

His cocked brow is his answer, and you pull away which sends a sad twinge through his heart until you gently brush your fingers against Marillier's flask.

"May I?"

Even despite his confusion, he nods. You gently pluck up the vessel, uncorking it and upturning it into the cradle of your palm. She is a sad sight indeed, barely a few drops of water left. She sloshes slowly in your hand, chasing the warmth and comfort of her second favorite person.

"Oh, poor darling... I'm so sorry."

You coo to her, bringing her up to your cheek where she weakly brushes against you. Holm makes an aborted sob, nearly unable to look upon his little droplet. He's had her for so long, has watched her grow and grow over the years, and to see her in such a sad state...

It's enough to bring those tears fresh to his eyes, to strike harshly at the broken pieces of his heart.

With one hand, you fish through your pack at your side, and Holm watches through blurry sight as you pluck a few bottles from the depths. Each one sloshes with thick, viscous fluid, gleaming crimson in the magical light Marcille has summoned. He stares wide-eyed as you fumble with the corks on the first, and bring the bottle to Marillier.

She slips through the lip of the bottle disappearing into the blood and slowly but surely the liquid turns clear. With a renewed vigor she climbs the edge of the bottle, leaning towards the other two that are stowed at your side. She repeats the action, and before long, she is sluggish with fullness instead of weakness, clambering back into the lines of your palm.

"There you go. Feeling better, sweetheart?"

You ask, gently bringing her back up to her face as she bumps against your nose and cheeks, drawing a soft laughter to your lips. She's barely doubled in size, but it's enough that some of her personality begins to return. Soft warmth envelopes around the cup of your hands, and it takes a moment for you to register that Holm's face is pressed into the crook of your neck, his sobs beginning to filter through.

You shift Marillier to one hand, to wrap the other around the gnome and embrace him into your side. The undine gently stretches and undulates, the soft echoing sound of her concern as she brushes against Holm's face. Finally he pulls away, and the water spirit gently rubs over his cheeks, consuming the tears and wiping them away. He laughs, freeing and cathartic as he gently takes her from you, holding her near and dear to his chest.

"Oh, Mari... I'm so sorry."

He turns to look at you, sniffling and wiping his face on his sleeve.

"This is where you went?"

He asks, nodding to the bottles. You nod, and place them to the side after bottling them.

"I went to find some of those harpies that were left behind, I just had to do something for her."

Holm pauses, and warmth blooms across his chest, feeling the tears spring fresh to his eyes - though they are out of overwhelming love, knowing how far you would go to take care of someone so near and dear to him. He leans forward to press a kiss to your temple, burying his face into your hair.

"I don't have the words to thank you..."

He murmurs, while Marillier wiggles happily in his hands, drawing a refreshing laughter that bubbled up from both of you.

"Neither does Marillier, but I don't think that's going to stop her."

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi reader #delicious in dungeon reader #x reader #delicious in dungeon headcanons #holm kranom #scenarios #dungeon meshi scenarios #delicious in dungeon scenarios

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corviisquire · 3 months

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I’ve read the comments on my post abt soulsborne sleep token thing! Here’s some concept art I tried. More is on the way just… HW ew. Tagging people who were interested/encouraging this idea: @sleep-token @wingedinsect @moonchild-in-blue @foundationsofdecay @madsthenightowl @a-s-levynn

Undercut is me mindlessly rambling about what’s going on in my brain about this. Don’t read unless you like torturing yourself with reading.

I guess to start, I have only played Elden Ring (crucible knight more like crucible kill yours-IM JOKING), I’ve watched some lore videos on Elden Ring Bloodborne and DS1, haven’t played DS1 yet, and have all the art books except DS2 (cause nobody likes DS2). I’ve played very limited DND games. I’ve read lots of weaponry wiki pages but I have bad memory. If any information I say below is incorrect (like I say this sword is two-handed but it’s not or I misspell spauldor… spalder? Spauldron?) please correct me. I’m just using information I know and I’m always open to suggestions and feedback!

Random Lore Bits: Sleep and the Whale lived in peace but Sleep was always the higher deity. It created all that lives on the land and the TMBTE creatures. Sleep had many worhsippers but Vessel and the rest stood out. They were appointed as the highest knights of sleep. Vessel always had Sleep’s favor and therefore became Sleep’s vessel. Confusing I’m aware lmao. Sleep and Whale became enemies somehow and Sleep injured the whale, causing it to die. This time period before the Whale’s death was called Eden. NPCs speak of Eden all the time about how, “Peace and day has never been restored since Eden” “Eden is over” “If the whale were here, Eden would still be here”. All followers of Sleep become corrupt.

Bosses: Once killed, all bosses turn into statues and have branches grow out of them. They aren’t dead, just dormant. You can fight them again but returning to their fight area and making an offering of a certain amount of tokens. Once defeated again they return to being dormant. If you defeat all resurrected bosses (fought each one twice) you get smth called a Talisman of Blood (important later).

Regular enemies: Idk skeletons???? Giant birds??? Snakes???? Giant insectoids Idk bro???

Location: Like Elden Ring lands between, it’s called Fields of Elation. The capital city is either Nazareth or Jericho. I’ll try to incorporate Calcutta somehow. Geography is a mix of frigid coast, deep dark forest, large cavernous cave strictures, old ruined castles with mysterious rusty machinery inside, sparatic temples to sleep (all whale temples were destroyed), and the remnants of towns. Large trade road that goes through the entirety of the land is called the Path of Reason??? Idk bro I’m spitballing.

Currency: Tokens. Killing enemies and bosses earns you large amounts of tokens and like how runes work, you can level up you and your armaments with them.

Waypoints: Sites of grace, bonfires, more like RITUALS (I am not funny). I think calling waypoints rituals makes sense.

Flasks HP/FP: Estus Flask, Flask of Crimson/Cruelean Tears…. How about Flssk of H I G H W A T E R. Nah I’m kidding. No idea! Suggestions are open! I’m reading lyrics and nothings jumping out.

Incantations/Spells: Can be equipped to magic armaments and weapons! Kinda like you can choose between spell sword or just being a wizard.

Player Character: Tarnished, undead, hunter…. No idea what to call them. Robes and garments Very inspired by TPWBYT. Thinking the whale was an ancient god defeated by Sleep. Player Character is gifted with a certain power of the whale and was resurrected to defeat Sleep. Game opens with epic cutscene and player charter emerges from a cavern (TLYW) and goes through it before finding themselves on the coast of a freezing raging sea and an inviting forest. There’s probably one class you play as cause I’m lazy and you just collect armor and new weapons on the journey. TLYW style robes with greaves, hood, and gauntlets. Basic longsword.

Vessel: I’ve read the feedback and I agree that staff needs to stay. Live laugh staff. I’ve seen a few Elden ring builds where it’s right armament is staff for casting the long range stuff and left armament is a short sword, miséricorde (mercy dagger), scimitar(?), or other various short weapons. I like the image of this because I imagine him having somewhat light armor so if you’re far away, he spell. If you’re close, he stab. Spells are gonna be red. Change my mind. I like the Elden Ring boss Maliketh’s magic attacks so I imagine something like that. I imagine his boss fight starts with epic cut scene with him kneeled in a big arching cathedral temple type place and he’s like, “you seek to defeat the vessel of Sleep, foolish warrior? I have not known defeat against those of the sea nor those of Sleep” or some crazy bs like that. Half health, hands of Sleep show up and swipe and grab and Player Character. Just giant spindly hands that appear and float around. Attempts to break away form Sleep control but fails so that why he evil >:}

II: Dual wielding… what? No idea. I want him to dual wild some sort of straight weapon cause like drumsticks but honestly… sickles are so badass… Med. to light armor so he can move around a lot. Some sort of helmet with feather Mohawk. Boss area is probably in a fort outside of the main city. Just you and this guy. Get ready for a stamina check.

III: I’m torn between frenzied flame/black flame style magic user or spell sword. If magic, light armor. If spell sword, med. armor. Boss fight in a large old temple, candlelit and torn tapestries everywhere. Better have some fire immunity talismans on you.

IV: Halbert. All the way. Heavy armor my guy. Idk not much to say. Thinking banished knight ornstein inspo?? Boss fight Outside the gates to Vessel/Sleep’s castle. Vigor check time!!!

Chokehold: large dark cavern with webs strung about. It appears from above like, “A traitor to Sleep, hm? Pity. You seemed like you would be a good asset to the Vessel’s artillery.” Big axe time. High HP high strength boss. Vulnerable spot is probably its stomach area. Gives you armor, weapon, talisman, and incantation “Branches in a Flood” (roots sprout from the ground and entangle enemy).

The Summoning: Player probably stumbles upon the fight after meeting Aqua Regia and Granite. Mean killing machine. Idk what else to say erm… maybe player interacts with a sleep token symbol on a pillar with runes and it summons (pun intended) the summoning creature??? Stonehenge lookin boss area. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

Granite: Relatively peaceful NPC. Dialogue options are cool and it probably raises stats and alters your armaments. Quest line ends with Granite maybe just becoming dormant or it becomes a member of sleep again and sad boss fight initiates. Drops its armor, axes, root/weed talisman that increases stamina and immunity.

Aqua Regia: Chill and never ends in boss fight. Probably lets you summon them during other boss fights. Spear and sword. Gifts you new armor and talismans. Quest line maybe ends with them becoming too weak to keep battling and becomes dormsnt. You get their armor, spear, sword, rose talisman that raises FP, and a spell/incantation that shoots gold acid rays called Gold Rush or smth similar (Like Aqua Regia? Get it?)

Vore: Awesome boss. Inflicts poison damage for sure. I think we can all imagine how fighting Vore would be. In a poison lake haha it wants you to suffer. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

Ascensionism: Swords swords swords. Pulls a Starscourge Radahn and turns a meteor and player has to dodge lmao (cause yk ascending). Boss area is probably in a giant colosseum that’s old and crumbling. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

Are You Really Okay?: Player character pulls a stupid and decides to touch and inspect the strange incubator with a fetus inside and AYRO appears and is like “DONT TOUCH MY CHILD” initiate boss fight. Small castle is the boss fight area. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

The Apparition: Big guy, big hammer. Boss fight is somewhere in a forest clearing. No other ideas for it. Drops weapons, armor, talisman, incantations like everyone else.

DYWTYLM: Chokehold but with tiny dagger and looks like a giant engine. Probably shoots fire from the pipes on its body? Chokehold is PISSED if you defeat this guy first. Brothers fr fr. Boss fight in an old building filled with machinery. Speed is low but HP is super high. Drops armor, weapons, incantations, and talisman.

Rain: Your magic immunity better be HIGH. Renala style fight: Crazy hits, bad defense. Probably drops some crazy cool incantations, armor (really bad armor), and a talisman of fire immunity and raises your FP. Boss fight area is in a shiny crystaly forest area surrounded by weeping willow/wisteria like trees.

Take Me Back To Eden: The last boss before Vessel. Killer fight. Armor is also fire??? Difficult but probably super dope. Boss fight is in a SUPER large hallway in the castle of Sleep. Drops weapons, armor, talisman of resistance against airborne attacks.

Euclid: NPC that’s probably cranky and hesitant to befriend you at first. Still a follower of Sleep but respects the players fate to defeat the sleepmiester (I’m so tired bro—). Might fight you idk.Once dormant, drops and old mask of Vessel, a few incantations, and armor.

Endings: Endings one: You defeat vessel, sleep becomes dormant and no gods rule over the land. Retires and vessels are resurrected. Endings 2: You defeat vessel and become the new Vessel of Sleep. No difference from first ending, you just chose if ya wanna be evil or not. Endings 3: If you acquire the Talisman of Blood, Sleep sees you worthy to fight them without using a vessel. Radagon Elden Beast situation. When you defeat sleep, the whale is resurrected.

#art #my art #creature #sleep token #soulsborne sleep token

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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I have seen for the first time a Wednesday x Dark Souls fic and lemme tell you.... It was perfect! Istg im obsessed with Angst and Hurt/Comfort lately so here we go! Instead of Dark Souls, we do Elden Ring

Elden Ring x Wednesday

Instead of Goodie healing Wednesday, Tarnished!Reader bursts in and makes Wednesday drink their last flask of Crimson Tears, healing her back to full health. Reader knowing that they can just restore themselves back at the Site of Grace that they recently discovered at their favorite clearing in the woods(No one knows this fact as Reader doesnt ever reveal he is a tarnished), Protects Wednesday from the arrow that Joseph Crackstone directed back to Xavier and fights him with the Carian Greatsword until Reader is at the brink of death. Wednesday and Bianca kills Crackstone but Laurel Gates shows up with a gun and with Eugene being a bit late, Laurel pulls the trigger shooting at Wednesday but Reader flings themselves at the line of fire with the last of their strength, gets shot instead of Wednesday and falls to their knees and starts to fade away. Reader looks at Wednesday and smiles at her, says "I love you" and fades away. You can go off on from here but! Dont let reader revive until 4 days from then for Angst.

Wednesday x Tarnished!Reader

Footfalls echo throughout the woods as you dash through towards Crackstone Crypt. A dreading sense leads you there. You curse because you haven't had the chance to refill your supplies, but in turn, hoped that you didn't need them. You still felt fine. The coming battle shouldn't be too worrisome, right?

As soon as you crash through the crypt, your eyes fall upon your lover, Wednesday, laying on the ground and bleeding from a stab wound. Immediately, you're by her side.

"Hold on. I got you."

As you cradle Wednesday against your body, you reach for one of your flasks. It was that moment that you realized that it was the last of your Crimson Tears. You weighed your options, but only for a second. You popped the cork and steadied your love.

"Here. Drink. This'll set you right."

You juggle the flask a bit to reach down and pull the knife out of her torso. Immediately tossing the blade aside, you hug an arm around to stem the wound as you help Wednesday drink the last of your tonic.

"Ugh, that stuff is vile," you hear her say. A soft laugh escapes your lips.

"Yeah, but it works. Look."

Wednesday could already feel her stab wound mending. She raises her cut hand to take a look and watches it stitch itself together. Still a bit sore, she stands with your help before making her way out.

"Crackstone's on his way to the academy," she states. "We have to stop him."

"At your lead then."

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You and Wednesday find your way onto the Academy grounds. Enid was facing Tyler and you both trusted her to deal with him accordingly. And seeing your other friends helping to evacuate the students made you feel better about the possible outcome of the coming battle.

The quad was in flames when you stepped foot in it. Crackstone was standing in the middle, reveling in his destruction. Before he could ready another attack, Wednesday interrupts.

"Howdy pilgrim."

Said pilgrim spins around, baffled at the fact that his nemesis was still breathing. She stood before him, blade in hand. The same blade her parents used against Garrett Gates. And behind her stood yourself with hands crackling with magic energy.

"No matter," Crackstone states. "I will kill you as many times as I must to achieve my goal."

He sends a beam of energy at the two of you. You swiftly grab Wednesday and barely evade the attack. When your enemy readies another attack, Xavier arrives with his bow drawn.

"Stay away from them!"

He looses his arrow, only to have it slow to a stop right in front of Crackstone.

"Hm. A novel attempt." Slowly, the arrow rotates and aims back at the outcasts. Multiple begin to appear as they aim at all three of you. "But you cannot match my power!"

The torrent of arrows fly towards you. While Wednesday and Xavier brace for the impact, you jump ahead and summon the magic to your hands. With a strong pulse, you scatter the arrows.

"Let me wear him down. Get those outcast stragglers outta here!'

As you speak, a large blade begins to form in your hand. Soon a glowing greatsword, nearly twice your size, forms and you sink into a guard stance. Seeing the feat of magic, Crackstone grins and readies himself.

"Come. See if you can best me."

The battle is quick and fierce. You match Crackstone blow for blow, but each strike saps the energy out of your body. In your peripheral, you can see Wednesday trying to jump into the bout. Xavier was gone, presumably taking care of the evacuation. You were constantly moving, either dodging his strikes, attacking, or blocking. The mana in your body was draining quickly. Soon your life energy would take its place. You had to end this soon.

Soon didn't come quick enough.

One final clash made your blade dissipate. As much as you tried, the Carian Greatsword couldn't take form. Exhaustion pulled you to your knees and each breath made you heavier. You could only hope you made Crackstone feel as you did.

The pilgrim was indeed weary. He leans on his staff as he glares at you. That gaze shoots to Wednesday when she steps in front of you with her sword drawn.

"You believe you can stop me?" He spat out. "I've more power than you can fathom, Addams!"

He draws to his full height to ready another attack only to have a blade spring from his chest. When it pulls away, Crackstone whirls around to reveal Bianca with her saber in hand.

"Damned if I let you do anything without a fight." The siren shifts into a stance. "You fight one outcast, you fight them all."

Wednesday follows suit and sinks into her own stance before launching into an attack. With two against one, Crackstone stood no chance. His exhaustion from his bout with you slowed his movements considerably. In a last ditch effort, the man sends out a pulse of magic to try and push his opponents away. It succeeds, but only by a few feet.

Flanking the man, Bianca and Wednesday use their position to soar forward and thrust their blades into his chest, piercing his heart from two angles. Crackstone stares in disbelief for a moment before exploding, taking his magic and its effects with him.

You let out a heavy sigh and sink further into your knees. A moment of silence fills the quad before a click of a gun cocking can be heard. You all forgot about Laurel Gates

The woman, once known as Marilyn Thornhill, strides close with her gun pointed at Wednesday. The goth just eyes the weapon.

"You brought a gun to a swordfight." She states. "That's probably the smartest thing you've done today." Laurel just gives a sinister smile.

"I may not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you, Wednesday."

A loud bang sounds as the woman squeezes the trigger. It echoes throughout the quad before falling into a deafening silence. The next sound to come is the thud of your knees as they crash to the ground.

You had taken the bullet for Wednesday. Whatever strength you had left, you summoned to protect the one you love.

"Y/N..." Wednesday's soft whisper barely reaches your ear. The disbelief in her voice was tangible.

The next few seconds became a whirlwind. Eugene arrived with his bees in tow and subdued Laurel. Bianca ran off to get help, only to find the police finally arriving. And Wednesday dropped to your side, grasping at your body.

Her hands find your face and your dazed eyes look up to see tears welling in her own. You offer a smile, trying to soothe the pain she felt.

"Don't leave me, Y/N. I don't intend on living without you." Your smile widens as your body slowly begins to fade with the wind. Wednesday's hands cling tighter onto you. You raise your hand to caress her cheek.

"I love you, Wednesday. With all that I am."

Your body disappears as the lightest touch grazes the goth's cheek and you vanish from this realm and from Wednesday's arms.

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Laurel and Crackstone have been defeated. Nevermore Academy has been saved. Yet, the air in the school was more somber, despite the bustle of students packing their things. Most were mourning the loss of their principal, Weems. Wednesday, on the other hand, mourns the loss of her dark heart.

She was already packed, having been ready to leave after her expulsion. So while everyone scrambles to leave by the allotted time, Wednesday seeks out solitude in the woods.

It's been a few days since the final battle. The students outside of the Nightshades and Enid had no real idea of the danger they were in. And no real idea of the loss they had. While everyone knew Weems, no one really knew you. Only Wednesday.

She refused to cry. Or rather, she just couldn't cry. Her body feels numb as she wanders the woods, weaving through the trees aimlessly. This weakness was why Wednesday avoided emotions in the first place. Now everything was bland. Dull. Boring. Nothing could excite her and it made the void in her chest ache.

But something catches her eye. A bright light in the distance. As she nears it, it's shown to be a large mass of energy coalescing into an orb. How she never noticed the clearing before baffled the goth. Wednesday watches as the orb pulses softly and fights the urge to reach out.

The energy lets out one more pulse before it begins to take the form of a human. Wednesday watches in fascination, having never seen something like this before. Her curiosity momentarily eclipses her grief. When the figure's feet touch the ground, the energy bursts out, forcing the goth to shield her eyes. When she looks again, she can't believe the sight.

You stand amongst the dissipating energy without a single wound on you. You stretch a bit to acclimate to your body again before finally noticing Wednesday.

"Oh. You're a sight for sore eyes." You grin. The situation was relatively normal for you so it didn't faze you.

"You're alive? How?" The goth reaches out and touches your hand. The touch moves to your arms and continues until her hands reach your face.

"It's a long story... I can tell it after you catch me up on what's going on."

"Not before I kill you again for dying like you did." You can feel nails digging into your cheeks.

"Owowowow I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It's a while before Wednesday returns to campus with you in tow to everyone's surprise.

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix)#asks #requests

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beepiesheepie · 7 months

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the crimson tears flask tastes like slightly melted cherry italian ice

#elden ring #my uncle works for miyazaki

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modeus-the-unbound · 2 months

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Kinda wanna make an expanded version of my Elden Ring boss idea. Original place the idea is at this link.

The idea I have for this bossfight and it's mechanics are heavily inspired by the Fume Knight Raime fight in DS2. The bossfight arena is in an area of Leyndell that you previously couldn't access. The boss shares design elements of the four armed puppet enemies and Crucible Knights. The Crucible training dummy was originally just that. A training dummy fashioned to help keep the Crucible knights who worked under Godfrey in peak condition. Now it sits in an abandoned and ruined training arena, alone.

The player will find two helmets in Leyndell that previously weren't in game. These are specifically worn by the Crucible knights to help the Crucible training dummy know which fighting style they wanted to train against. Fast and rapid unarmed strikes. Or slow but hard hitting staff swings. The animations for both intentionally resemble Hoarah Loux and Godfrey respectively. Entering the arena without either helmet equipped will cause the Crucible training dummy to periodically switch between the two styles. At 30% health the Crucible training dummy will retreat to it's self repair station, with a large chasm seperating it from the rest of the arena. If the Crucible training dummy drinks its repair fluid, it will gain an aura around it that damages the player slowly. This is due to the Crucible Training Dummy and the repair fluid having degraded over time.

If the repair fluid has been sabatoged by the player outside of the bossfight, then instead the Crucible training dummy will stand there perplexed for several moments. Allowing the player to either do a ranged/magic/charged heavy attack that will have a 300% damage multiplier added to it. Or the player can allowe the Crucible Training Dummy to finish animation and learn a gesture that matches it. This gesture closely resembles the one the player does when trying to heal without any crimson flasks and can be cancled at any point with a dodge, block, or attack. But being hit while the animation is active will make the player take 50% more damage.

Defeating the Crucible Training Dummy will give the player a new Crystal tear for their Physick Flask, specifically it's effect will mimic the damaging aura that the repair fluid would have given the boss for 20 seconds. In the area's where the boss fight arena was acting as a barrier to enter, ther will be an armory for the Crucible knights. A Collosal weapon category Hammer (crucible knight themed) and a light set of Crucible Knight armor will be in a chest.

#modeus's autistic ramblings #elden ring #fan bossfight #bossfight gimmicks #this is fun!#crucible knights

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invaders-cookbook · 1 year

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Invader's Cookbook #2: Circumventing your healing disadvantage

In an invasion, you will meet up to 3 people at a time. Aside from their base HP, they have something called potential HP. Potential HP is the sum of all of their HP restored by healing items that they can use in your encounter with you.

Typically it's just the healing flasks, so as an invader, you must utilise as many healing tools as possible to circumvent your healing disadvantage.

Healing Flask

At maximum upgrade level, in the invasion you will have 7 healing flasks, which you can distribute between Cerulean and Crimson tear flasks. How many Cerulean tear flasks you need depends on your build. My typical healing distribution on a melee build is 5-2. If you're not a heavy caster or ash of war user, perhaps 6-1 is better for you. Those who use casts as their main source of damage should consider having 4-3 distribution.

Your healing flask at maximum upgrade level will heal 810 HP per use. While it does sound like a lot, it's really not. At maximum upgrade level, the host will have 14 flasks, and their phantoms will have 7 each. You only have 7 flasks to work with. How does that look in numbers?

A host with 14 +12 flasks can heal 11340 HP

The invader and the phantoms with 7 flasks heals half that, 5670 HP. If you took my advice and are using less than maximum amount of red flasks, let's say 5-2 distribution, that'll be 4050 potential HP.

The phantoms are on the team of the host, and therefore their potential healing adds up.

That's a huge disadvantage! Now, how do we overcome that?

Improve your healing with this one simple trick: The Long Heal.

Utilise the items that make your healing flask stronger. For that, you will have to get away from the coop to get some space to perform manipulations with your inventory. This is what I like to call Long Heal. To perform the Long Heal, before using your flask, open your inventory and equip the following items:

You may see the multiplication symbols there. That's because all buffs stack multiplicatively!

So by equipping all of these items you will have a 45.52% increase of the effectiveness of your healing flask, giving you a grand total of 1176 HP per healing flask. The advantage of the Long Heal adds up quickly! Instead of giving you merely 4050 HP, 5 flasks now grant you 5880 potential HP!

When to use The Long Heal?

Not everything is sunshine and rainbows, though. The Long Heal got it's name because of how much time you need to spend to pull it off. It's certainly not something you can pull off mid-fight in the heat of the moment. For that you need to have a safe distance between you and your opponents to have the time to equip the items, heal and swap them off. And you need to swap them off, because the Crimson Seed Talisman wastes a talisman slot whenever you're not healing, Crimson Tear Scarab and the Guardian Garb lower your resistances and make you look really ugly.

The Long Heal is most effective against passive coops that don't engage you first. As annoying as they are to deal with, the Long Heal will give you more HP to work with. Less passive coops will chase you down, so use the terrain and the enemies around the area! If you get unlucky and get cornered, use the Phantom Bloody Finger to teleport away to the nearest invasion spot. While it's a gamble, it might save your life if the situation is dire.

Regeneration

The slowest, yet the most efficient form of healing. It works during combat and is always useful to have. For regeneration I suggest you use Bestial Vitality incantation. It costs 18 FP to use and regenerates 5 HP per second for 120 seconds, healing a total of 600 HP (33 HP/FP)

This is the most cost-effective incantation, and you can use it on any build. Unless you started the game as a Prisoner, in which case you need to put an additional point in faith.

To use this incantation, all you need is any sacred seal and Two Fingers Heirloom talisman. Quickly swap to your talisman to cast the incantation, and then simply swap it off for something more useful.

On top of that, you can stack Blessed Dew Talisman (2HP/sec) and the Icon Shield (3HP/sec) to increase your regen up to 10HP/sec. Use this when you run out of healing flasks, or when you really want to show the passive coop that you're in here for the long run.

Warming Stones

Finally, we got to Warming Stones. They cost 20 FP to use, and regenerate 750 HP over 30 seconds.

If you have accepted the Flame of Frenzy, you can use the Frenzyflame Stones, that cost 15 FP to use and regenerate 1050 HP over 30 seconds.

Both of these stones stack with eachother, granting you 1800 HP over 30 seconds, which is almost enough to fully heal a 60 vigor character.

Oh, and they also cost crafting materials to use. I explain where to get them in my Consumables, Crafting Materials and Community Assistance post.

#elden ring #elden ring pvp #elden ring invasions #invader's cookbook

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oathswornmaliketh · 1 year

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[image description: A flask with a round body topped by a neck that widens at the top. It is glowing golden and covered in a web of gold roots. Inside you can see a red substance. There are golden particles floating around it and it rests on top of what seems to be the surface of a red liquid. End description.]

Flask of Crimson Tears

A sacred flask modelled after a golden holy chalice that was once graced by a tear of blessing.

Filled with crimson tears, this flask restores HP with use. Rest at a site of grace to replenish.

The one washed up on the gravesite was sure to die, until this flask offered its gift of rejuvination. To seek the Elden Ring.

#starting equipment #consumable #flask #Flask of Crimson Tears

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dreamdragoness · 6 months

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I made this a while ago and it's one of the pieces I'm most proud of for Silent Flocks.

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Jhula ran as fast as she could from Silk Cradle, even in this torrential downpour. Time was running out and she had so much to do. A part of her couldn't believe she was going to do the one thing she swore she would never do. To call upon the only one who can help her now. She needed to reach him! She needed him to save Lambert! There was no other choice.

"I have to do this! If I don't, there's no guarantee that Lambert will survive!"

In a brief moment, she looked back. The temple where she was raised for the past seventeen years was getting smaller and smaller. It was her home. But not anymore. Blinking away her tears, Jhula kept running.

"I'm sorry, everyone! I'm sorry Shamura! But I can't let you do this! If the bishops won't heed my words..."

She swallowed some bile that her nerves conjured before proceeding with her declaration.

"...then I have no choice but to beseech HIM!"

Jhula ran until she was certain she was at the edge of Silk Cradle, made evident by the emergence of green grass. The sacrifice was to be held in Leshy's temple in Darkwood. Even as she ran non-stop, Jhula knew she wouldn't be able to reach Lambert in time. And barging in while all four bishops were there was suicidal.

No. This was her only hope.

Quickly, Jhula found a spot bare of stone and plants and began her work. First, she made a circle of blood using the large flask she stole from the ritual chamber. Once a perfect circle was made, she continued to pour until the pentagram she saw in the book was complete. The goat ignored the dread and guilt that threatened her stomach and stepped into the circle. From her bag, she pulled out the knife and looked at her reflection. This was it. The point of no return.

Taking in a deep breath, Jhula got to her knees and began the Dark Prayer "With my blood and my devotion, I call upon the Fifth! Master of the Great Beyond, Lord of Souls, and Guardian of the Dead!

"I, Jhula of Silk Cradle, former Archivist of Shamura, spill my blood as a sacrificial beast,

"And call on your true name so that you may hear my prayer!"

With the dagger, Jhula slit her palm, allowing a stream of blood to trickle down and onto the glowing circle.

"BEARER OF THE RED CROWN AND THE GOD OF DEATH: NARINDER!"

As soon as she called the name, Jhula felt a sinister power flow through her. It coiled around her like a serpent, ready to constrict her. As soon as it filled her, Jhula's eyes glowed red against the darkness and warmed her from the cold rain.

"I beseech thee, Crimson Lord! As I pray to you, the last lamb in the world and one dear to me, Lambert, is being led to the headsman's axe in an attempt by the Bishops of the Old Faith to thwart your return! I willingly grant you my body, my blood, my very soul if you could save him! Save the last lamb! I beg of you, the One Who Waits! Please hear me and save Lambert!"

A deep chuckle rumbled through Jhula's mind as she struggled to keep herself steady. The power of the One Below was overwhelming, yet familiar. She knew this feeling from her first death. But Jhula dared not to ask questions other than what she was asking of the dark god. She could sense Him observing her as she conducted the dark rite in his name. No doubt analyzing her to see if her prayer was worthy. The fact that she heard Him filled her spine with ice.

After what seemed like an eternity, the power faded and Jhula collapsed. But before she passed out, Jhula heard the voice one last time.

"Very well, my newest follower. I shall answer your prayer."

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I created this piece after I had asked a question in my head.

"If the prophecy called for a lamb to be Narinder's vessel, why didn't he pick ones that were freshly dead at the beginning? Why did he wait until there was one lamb left before he laid out his offer?" I came up with an idea for Silent Flocks. The reason Narinder never approached the other lambs was because he wasn't made aware. Therefore, a willing soul must perform an ancient rite, the Dark Prayer, to reach him. In ancient times, this rite was used by High Priests and High Priestesses to contact a specific bishop depending on how the incantation was said while standing in a pentagram made of blood. To establish full contact, a small amount of blood from a sacrificial-class beast (lambs, goats, etc.) must be spilt inside. Of course, the bishops were aware of this and erased the Dark Prayer from all but their most restricted books and erased Narinder's name as an added measure. It's a plot point in the fic on how Jhula acquires Narinder's name, as names hold power in various myths, is something that will be revealed in the fic.

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Silent Hill: Konami Cult of the Lamb: Massive Monster Jhula and the Dark Prayer: Me

#original character #crossover #cult of the lamb #silent hill au #dark ritual #incantation #original caracter #narinder #cotl narinder #summoning #blood sacrifice #last resort #a dark deal

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tlouxobsessed · 1 year

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Chapter IV

College Affairs

I still couldn't grasp all of this, Ellie kissed me, Katie still had some sort of feelings for me...and I was still laying in bed, not dressed for the party I soon had to attend. I stood up walking over to the dresser, slipping on the tight material, black heels and brushing out my hair. I did some smokey makeup and put on some dark, almost velvety lipstick. I was ready, now I just had to wait for E-

"Ellie!" I said watching the girl walk in shutting the door behind her, her neck having a small, oval shaped purple mark on it. I felt nauseous. She grabbed her button up and some casual jeans made her way into the bathroom, ignoring my greetings completely. "ready?" the green eyed monster said walking out of the room, slipping on her converse and grabbing her keys. I watched her eyes dart from my breasts back up to my eyes then my lips. I walked past her disgusted with her hickey and the disrespectful demeanor she carried. We made it into the car, the heavy smell of weed and bo hit my nose. I felt eager to gag, I swallowed it and took a shot from the pink flask I brought with me. The harsh liquid coating my warm throat, the stinging distracted me from the pungent smell and my whore of a roommate.

Ellie pulled into a driveway, the house was large. A white siding with some blue shingles, the roof was a dark brown. It was cute and homely. We made our way in, Ellie walked away from me immediately going to greet some guy and his girlfriend. I rolled my eyes and headed towards Lila and Richie, the two stood near one another drink in hand, faces plastered with sweat and smiles. "Hii!" I felt Lila's body wrap around mine, I felt more at home. Richie patted my back along with handing me a red solo with some fruity smelling liquid. "Katie went with some guy a few minutes ago, you literally just missed her! Have you guys talked since-?" Fuck, I had totally forgotten to make up with Kate, I needed to or else I'd loose my pride and best friend. "No not yet, I've been busy with school and-" , "Ellie..?" Lila said cutting me off, my face turned a crimson and I playfully pushed her away.

"Shut up! no yuck, she's a total whore I am not into that" I said blatantly lying, Lila knew she had always seen right through me. "I'm gonna go wander, see who I can find" Lila and Richard nodded, I turned away from the lovebirds and started heading towards the large brown sofa. I sunk into the couch sighing out, I took a swig and looked around at all the people. That was until I felt the couch go in a little further, I looked over at the person who sat down. It was Katie, shit. "Hi y/n" the girl said looking tearful, I didn't know what to say or how to say anything. "Listen Kate..I'm really-" , "sorry, I know you are y/n. I regret ruining our friendship so much, can we please just go back to how we were? prior to all the dumb sex shit?" I nodded right away. I melted into her arms feeling like I was sixteen again. I felt relief, calm and tipsy. "I'm going to head outside for a smoke, love you y/n see you after 'kay? if you need a ride just let me know." My sweet Kates was back. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying along with the beat of the song. I glanced around once again, nobody was interesting, I stood up once again heading into the kitchen for a refill.

"S'more?" I looked over at the culprit of the voice, there stood the coffee shop girl. She poured some vodka and cranberry juice into a new solo. I nodded watching her smirk handing me the drink, "You didn't poison this right?" I asked earning a laugh from the broad. "Hmm maybe I did, and maybe I did with your Chai too" I laughed taking a long swig, "I wouldn't mind that really, it'd spice up my life" I winked at her. "I never got your name by the way" , "Abby" she said taking a swig of the beer she had in her right hand. "Well Abby, care to join me for a dance?" Abby took the last of her beer placing it on the counter top, she placed her hand out implying for mine to collide with hers. I guided her into the living room which was the designated spot, My arms rested above her shoulders. Her hands wrapped around my waist, the music was slow yet fast, 3005 by Childish Gambino began playing. I felt the alcohol in my body begin to really settle in, I felt myself warm up, the heat coarsing through my veins like a wild fire. I turned around rubbing my back against her stomach, I felt her defined body against my back, I arched at the thought of her having her way with me...

I turned back around rubbing my palm down her perfectly toned body, a small sigh came out from her lips. I smirked knowing I had control now, the music got slower, I leaned in towards her neck breathing heavily onto her ear. I began leaving small kisses trailing down to her jawline. I leaned in pressing my lips against hers, I stuck my tongue into her mouth earning a small moan. I felt back up her body, gripping her hip then sliding my tongue out of her mouth biting her bottom lip on my way out. When I pulled away I saw her bright red face, I smiled and left a small peak on the side of her cheek. I started making my way into the bathroom, the room was spinning, my head was dizzy and I felt the contents of my stomach begin to rise into my throat.

I bursted through the doors rushing over to the toilet, I bent over puking. I felt a hand on my back and somebody holding back my hair, I glanced around seeing Abby. Her bright blue eyes staring back at me, she didn't look grossed out....or annoyed or anything. She looked HAPPY to be helping me. She rubbed my back until I was done, she got up and walked out, I figured she was done with me now after seeing me puke my entirety out. This was until she walked back in holding a solo with water and some bread. I chuckled at the pieces of white Wonder bread. "It was all Jesse had" She said, I felt bad now, she was frowning. I stood up off of my feet, I stumbled over to her and hugged. My arms wrapped around her warm neck and broad shoulders once again.

"Thank you Abs" I said drinking the water and taking a small bite of the bread. I watched her concern grow, "Y/n I should probably take you home-" Abby was cut off by the door being ripped open. An angry Ellie stumbled in shutting the door behind her. "What the fuck? you get this drunk and now you're all over her? what the fuck y/n seriously.." I was astonished, who did Ellie think she was? "Ellie what the fuck with YOU? I'm not yours...and Abby is in here with me because I was puking you sick fuck." I watched as Ellie rolled her eyes slamming the door behind her. The trailing smell of weed was left lingering. "Woah did I just mess something up or-" , "Abby...you're fine she's my roommate who- just never mind please just take me home now."

I must've passed out, I woke up in my bed with an oversized T on and my hair tied back. My head was pounding as if a ton of bricks slammed right on it. I laid back down immediately upon the pain hitting me. I looked over at my bedside table where sat my phone, plugged in, some Aspirin, a water and a small piece of paper. I snatched the paper up I scanned it analyzing.. "text me 206-334-6230" I smiled knowing it must be Abby. I right away grabbed my phone, I typed in the numbers and pressed send.

y/n - hi it's y/n

.206-334-6230 - Hii It's Abby lol

y/n - thank you so much Abby i dk how i wouldve gotten home lmfaoo

Abby - Don't worry about it y/n, let me bring you some lunch 'kay?

y/n - nooo i wouldnt make you do that plus my idk if i can keep anything down lol

Abby - Already On my way! :)

I smiled and threw my phone down next to me, I needed to attempt and clean myself up. I stood up stumbling over to my dresser, pulling out some boxers and an old Beastie Boys shirt from my dad. I turned the facet on the hottest setting, the feeling of the hot water running down my back cleared my sinuses. I washed my hair, took off my makeup, brushed my teeth. I came out threw on my clothes and took that Aspirin, just as I sat down I watched Abby walk in holding a Chai, a box of pastries and some Mcdonalds. My stomach grumbled as she placed the goodie filled box and bag on the counter.

"You look pretty" she said coming over and placing a kiss on my forhead. She took off her shoes and jacket, handed me my Chai and pulled out a laptop from her backpack. "I was thinking...It's a shitty, rainy day so let's stay at your dorm, watch movies and eat junk food? hmm?" I grinned, "I really could marry you right now" , "Wow hold on girl we just met-" I cut her off by kissing her, my lips smashed against hers, our tongues intertwined. The sweet taste of pine came over my senses, I could cum right now. I climbed on top of her, running my hands over her stomach, the ridges of her abs made my panties soak.

"Okay...okay" she pushed me away kissing me one last time then grabbing the food and plopping next to me. We cuddled up and began scanning for a movie.

~ The night prior ~

Ellie point of view ~

I pushed y/n away, I knew I had to go get some weed before this party. I said my goodbyes and headed out, I pulled into the parking lot of my ex's, ex. I knew she'd always give me some, I knocked on the door, the dark haired girl answered. "Hey Anastasia, you got any of-" I was cut off by a hug and squeals. "Yes of course Ellie, c'mon in" I was overtaken by the smell of weed and incense, her apartment was always clean. I sat down on the dark blue couch and started watching the Breaking Bad episode on her flat screen. She was a very hard-working woman, she worked six days a week at her own hand crafted store. She painted and drew, she had Etsy accounts where she'd sell her items across the world. She made a decent amount, she just grew and sold on the side.

She brought out a bag of my usual, a few buds wouldn't cost much. I pulled out my wallet before I looked up realizing she didn't want to be paid like that. Her tatted silhouette scurried over to me straddling me, her tongue slipped into my mouth. She always tasted sweet, I never mind having sex with her. When Cat first introduced me to her, I couldn't stop staring, her dark brown eyes and long, thick locs had me in a chokehold. I watched her movements when she cooked for us, she was graceful and soft. I found out from Cat a few hours later that Anastasia was Pansexual, she was genuinely beautiful, mesmerizing if that.

She always cooked so good too, she had amazing snacks all the time, her hair was always done beautifully. She had locs but she'd do them all differently, in a bun, pony, braided itself. She was gorgeous. Her tatts suited her perfectly. She raised her younger brother most of her life so she had a few tatts for him.

Anyways, the sex was good, she always tried to pleasure me but I always would respectfully decline. I wasn't into being touched, it was never my thing nor would ever be. After she gave me the hickey, I thanked her for the weed and made my way back to the dorm. I didn't realize how late it was, I had thirty minutes to get y/n and get ready. When I walked in I totally forgot about the hickey, I didn't want y/n to think poorly of me just yet. I wanted to get in her pants so badly, I had never felt this way before. I always had these girls wants me first but y/n was different.

I truly felt different about her, I didn't like it though so fucking Anastasia, Sarah and Cat was way easier than addressing my feelings I've had since twelve.

In the car I tried so hard to stop myself from touching her, god the way her tits looked so plump in that dress. It was skin tight, her nipples were seen through it, I had my ac blasting for this reason. One small slip and her entire pussy would be out, I imagined how it looked. Glistening, twitching between my touch. God I needed her.

We made our way to the party, upon getting in I went off after seeing Mickey and his girl, I loved them together. I won't lie his girl has a fat ass, I would be fibbing if I said I never tried to get her to give me a lap dance but overall I'm chill with trying to get at her. I didn't see much of y/n for the night, I smoked with a few people. I drank with Dina and Jesse, once crossfaded I made my way to the bathroom. "Fuck I gotta piss" I stumbled in, I saw Y/n all over Abby I was just about done. I was heated, not Abby no way. I saw a girl dancing on Abby but I didn't think it was y/n.

"What the fuck?" We argued back and forth until I realized this HAS to be the liquor talking. "I'm not yours-" I felt sick, fuck I did not need to come off as some fucking simp. I immediately left the bathroom and sprinting out to my car, I figured I'd spend the night at Dina's dorm, I pulled out another rolled and lit it, I headed towards Mcdonalds...I needed to let off some steam before I went back to D's. Maybe I could hit up Sarah?

~ The same night prior ~

~ Abby point of view ~

I pulled up to Jesse's house, I admired the outside for a short while until I went in. I wandered making short convo's with people until my eyes landed on a familiar face. I walked into the kitchen and began pouring a drink for her.

Y/n led me to the dance floor, she was so sexy god. I really hope Ellie didn't get to her yet...she grinded against, her hand running down my abs. I couldn't control myself, I wanted to scoop her up and strip her, lick her down and fuck the shit out of her-

She pecked me then began walking away....I was confused, I followed her. I opened the door to see a puking mess. I cleaned her up, everything was going well until Ellie walked in. Fuck she definitely was Ellie's girl this always happened. "I'm not yours-" Oh shit. Ellie did NOT like that, I saw her face drop. She sprinted out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I laughed just as y/n collapsed into my arms asking to be taken home. I drove her home, carried her upstairs and placed her onto the bed I was assuming was hers. "Please get me cloths" She attempted to ask yet slurring her words. I scooped her up closing my eyes while changing her. I placed her into bed, got some water and Aspirin.

"shit I need some paper" I wandered looking for a notepad, I stole some out of Ellie's bag, jotting down my number then heading out. I was falling for her...and I think she is falling for Ellie. I drove home silently, I got inside my apartment, rubbed my Frenchies belly then headed to bed. 'I just need to pray she texts me' I thought as I drifted off.

"Your phone is going off Abby" Lev said, I walked over checking it out.

AHH IT'S HER!!

I immediately texted back, I grabbed a few pastries and some Mcdonalds and began heading her way. I need to win her over, not this time Ellie.

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