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The stars/planets/etc only visible with blacklight
#space tattoo#galaxy tattoo#space uv tattoo#space blacklight tattoo#galaxy uv tattoo#galaxy blacklight tatoo#uv tattoo#blacklight tattoo#tattoo#tattoos#cstattooland
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(welp)
#its been maybe 3 weeks since i got my first tattoo and i kinda want to get another one already#<- was afraid this would happen#i want to get some minimalist constellations on my left arm to continue the space theme#probs all black ink but it might be cool to figure out which stars are red dwarfs blue giants etc etc and alter accordingly?#and iirc uv ink is a think and that might be a neat thing#maybe during spring break#rambles
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SCREAM x Stranger Things
(Chapter 1 & 2; drop 1 of 7) +18
Harrington | Hargrove | Munson
Minor DNI
Billy Hargrove x OC
Steve Harrington x OC
Eddie Munson x OC
4.8 K
written with my beautiful wifey and bestie @voyeurmunson
dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx
Warnings: Graphic violence/gore, SMUT, swearing, drinking, major character death, drug usage
Fingering, teasing, oral sex (female receiving), pet names
Chapter I - The Queen
10/18/2002 - Hawkins, Indiana...
Liquorwise
Chrissy Cunningham's POV:
"What do you want, Cunningham?" Jason breathes; glancing over your shoulder as you eye the liquor aisle.
"Malibu." He shudders in reply, giving you a side-eye. "You asked, Jase."
"Well, I'm gettin' beer." He slaps your ass before walking away, shooting you a wink.
Nothing... I feel nothing. I thought it would be different; the both of us being apart for so long, coming back together for the weekend. Some grand reunion of sorts. So far from reality. It's impossible to believe that Jason Carver could be a bigger dick than he already was... Maybe it's Greek life; maybe it's the newfound freedom, no longer under mommy and daddy's thumbs, allowing him to flourish to peak douchebaggery.
We'll see how this weekend goes. Maybe when I go back to Ohio I can just tell him this long-distance thing isn't for me. Find someone new... That wouldn't be the worst thing.
UV Blue or Malibu? How am I going to stuff this into my purse anyway? You look down into your handbag, assessing the space. "Just get a 375, babe," Carol sings, "they're behind the counter." She pulls you in for a side hug, resting her head on your shoulder. "Fuck. I missed you, Chriss. Have I said that enough?"
"I missed you too, babe," you sigh. "You smell good."
"Love Spell."
"Mmm," you hum. "I'm excited for you to come to Ohio State."
"Me too, Chriss. It's gonna be a blast. Roommates, baby. You're gonna hate me by the end of the year I can feel it."
"Impossible," you giggle.
"Carol. Where you at, baby?" Tommy meets her gaze, giving her a sweet smile. "I'm buyin'. C'mon." She struts away; brown curls bouncing as she shimmies her blue Juicy track pants a little lower on her hips; just a glimpse of her pink lace thong and a lower back tattoo.
You shake your head and smile, as you draw your purse closed. A few bottles clink, catching your attention.
Your heart skips as you see a familiar gaze, gaping at you through the line of colorful liquor bottles. Eddie Munson. Holy shit... You give him a soft smile; the phone vibrates a moment later.
He gives you a playful wink and a nod, solidifying the obvious; making your heart beat a little faster. I shouldn't look. He's like my kryptonite; a fuckin' magnet, pulling me in every time I'm back in Hawkins.
Jason and I were on a break last summer... Three days. Enough time for Eddie to swoop in, just for the night. I haven't forgotten it. I haven't had anything that good since. Eddie's, skilled fingers pleased me in ways I couldn't mimic... And trust me. I tried.
Why does he have to be so pretty?
He walks past the aisle, his body now visible throwing you off slightly; his normal Hellfire shirt and black Levi's exchanged for a tattered clown costume. "Fitting," Jason cuts; his jaw clenching as he looks at him. Eddie scoffs and chuckles, breathily; shaking his head as he steps to the counter.
Your eyes track him, hearing his conversation with the clerk. That voice... You feel a heat spread across your body. He points up to the shelf, getting a small bottle of Black Velvet whiskey and a pack of smokes to go with his case of PBR.
"Let's wait 'til the trash leaves," Jason grumbles, swathing his arms lazily around your waist.
"Why are you being such a dick, Jason? We aren't in High School anymore," you sigh, nudging your way out of his arms; walking toward the till.
You look out into the dim Hawkins evening, watching Eddie's face glow in the light of his flame, sucking his cigarette as he shuffles to his van. Where's his van? Damn... You purse your lips, drawing them to the side; holding back your little smile as you watch him mount his black motorcycle.
Maybe I should just see what he said?
You reach for your phone, snatching it from your pocket; stuffing it back inside as you feel Jason press up against you, handing over his beer and a wad of cash.
"Thanks, Jase," you whisper.
"Of course, princess."
You breathe deeply, fighting off the memories of those words leaving Eddie's lips. No use. You glance out into the parking lot, scouring for his bike; his spot, taken by another.
Why do I care?
I do care... A lot.
The four of you make your way to Jason's Jeep, Tommy and Carol climb in the backseat, immediately pawing at each other as you lean your head against the headrest, shutting your eyes.
I wonder where Eddie's going...
"What's wrong, babe?" Jason's voice shakes you from your thoughts.
"Nothing." You open your sights, smiling softly in his direction, doing your best to mask your feelings.
"Is this about Munson?"
"Seriously, Jason?" You groan; crossing your arms, gaze falling toward the window.
"Someone's jealous," Tommy taunts from the backseat, making Jason glare at him through the rearview mirror.
"Fuck you. I'm not jealous of some fuckin' super senior dressed as a clown," he hisses; his expression darkening as he challenges Tommy to mention him again.
"He graduated, dipshit. And, I heard he's packin'," Carol laughs as she smacks her gum obnoxiously. "This big," she gossips; holding out her hands in an attempt to show just how big the rumors suggested.
Not helping, Carol.
"Yeah... Sure." Jason scoffs in disbelief as Tommy pinches Carol's side playfully, making her squeal.
"Can we just talk about something else? Literally anything else," you snip, your tone coming out a little harsher than expected.
"But it's funny..." Tommy bullies; pushing Jason even further. "Carver bein' jealous of the freak and all..." You glance over and see Jason's face turning a deep shade of red; hands, digging into the steering wheel.
"You're a dick. And if anyone should be jealous, it should be you, Tommy. Shrimp dick Hagan? Isn't that right, Carol?" Jason winks back at her making you roll your eyes.
"I'm a grower, not a shower. And, you're neither. So..." Tommy snickers.
Jason slams on the brakes, propelling the duo forward; bodies smacking into the backs of your seats.
"Jesus fuck, Carver!" Tommy yelps. Jason chuckles to himself, loosening in his seat slightly.
"No fucking way!" Jason gripes as you fall in line, slowing to a crawl; a string of break lights glowing ahead, drifting into Jones Family Farm.
You glance out the window, excitement building as you see Eddie's motorcycle parked on the side of the gravel road. You watch as he steps off, plucking a cigarette from his carton; plopping it between his lips.
"There's the freak now," Jason burns. He honks his horn loudly, making Eddie jump. Eddie glares your way, eyes zeroing in on Jason; flipping him the bird. "What a joke," Jason clips, rolling his window down and sticking his head out as Eddie turns away, walking in the opposite direction.
"You followin' us, Munson?" Jason hollers, making Eddie stop in his tracks.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Eddie retorts; a cool smile on his lips, seemingly unbothered by Jason and his antics.
"Let's just have fun. Alright?" You sigh; eyes, begging Jason to drop it.
"You two are killin' the vibe," Carol mumbles. "Mostly you, Carver. You on your period or what?" She spits through a cruel laugh.
"You're pretty funny, baby," Tommy chuckles; leading her out of the car. The door slams shut behind them, leaving you and Jason behind.
His jaw coils, fingers threading around the steering wheel once more. He stares ahead, looking out into the crowd of people, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly.
"You don't think I don't see the way you look at him, Chriss. I do... I always have."
"Munson?" You whisper, weakly. "Jase... He means nothing to me. He's just a friend. Only a friend. I wouldn't even call him that really."
"Promise?" He asks, hastily; his eyes softening as he looks at you.
"I promise..."
Jason nods; face, still pensive. You can tell he's completely unconvinced. It doesn't really matter... He knows that you'd never end up with Eddie regardless.
"I love you, Chrissy," he breathes.
"Love you," you push the words past your lips, giving him your best smile.
"Let's fuckin' go, Carver," Tommy calls out from the ticket line; his arms wrapped lazily around Carol's waist.
"You ready, baby?" Jason whispers.
"Ready, Jase." He swiftly steps out of the car, trotting around the front. Jason tugs the door open; helping you from your seat, weaving his fingers into yours. He draws them up to his lips, kissing the top. His blue eyes sparkle in the low lighting.
"You look beautiful by the way, Chriss," he coos.
"Thank you."
A cool autumn breeze swirls; leaves, crunching under your boots as you walk toward the gate. There's a mob of people gathered at the front, an absolute mess; clambering to the entry.
"Single-file line, people," Sheriff Hopper booms. "Single. File."
He ushers the crowd, herding the masses with his partner, Officer Jones. A familiar face pushes through the horde.
"Hargrove! How are you, man?"
"Carver," Billy answers, simply; his low gruff tone matching his appearance as he walks away, ambling through the parking lot toward his Camaro. He looks a mess; a dirt-stained Jones Farms sweatshirt and his tight Levis, hugging his muscular thighs. He adjusts his hat, turning it backward, the same logo on top; his sandy blonde mullet poking out the sides.
"Does Hargrove work here?" Jason asks, confusedly. "I thought he went to San Diego State?" Billy seals the deal, stuffing a pair of weathered work gloves into his back pocket.
"Maybe he took a gap year?" You shrug.
"A gap year when you have a full ride at a D1 school? Please... Be real, Chriss. He probably fucked up or something," he snickers. "Runs in the family I guess."
You hear his motor start up; Billy, quickly peels out, kicking up rocks as he races toward the exit, disappearing into the night.
"Damn... This place never changes. Does it?" Carol sighs, happily; giving you a smile as she draws your attention back to the group.
"It doesn't." You look out into the sea of people. "I love this place, Care."
"Me too. We've been comin' here for what, eight years now?"
"Damn... I guess," you chuckle. "We should share that apple cider thing... Do you remember?"
"Mmm... Please."
"You give 'em five dollars back, dingus!"
"You don't need the calculator, Robin. Give it to me," Steve grumbles.
"It's basic math, Harrington. You don't need a calculator." The two quarrel.
"We're going for speed and efficiency, Robin," he sasses; drawing out each word as he matches her stare, looking back at her in disgust. "Do you see this line?"
Robin takes two fingers, sliding the calculator over as she rolls her eyes away. "You are going to school for education... You sure about that, Harrington?"
"I just have to be smarter than a Kindergartener, Buckley." He gives her a little scowl, quickly double-checking his math; handing the couple their change.
"Two tickets."
"Please," you smile, sweetly; adding a little kindness to Jason's demand.
"Hey, Chrissy," Robin greets you, nudging Steve as well. He gives you that Hawkins famous smile, making Jason suck his teeth.
"This a class reunion or what?" Jason asks, condescendingly. "You guys doing anything these days or are you still hangin' out in Hawkins?"
"We go to ISU... Workin' here on the weekends during the fall," Steve adds; unappreciative of Jason's tones, taking one of his own. "Robin just gave you your tickets, Carver. You can probably go."
Jason chuckles, more at them than anything. "Losers," he puffs; not man enough to look Steve in the eye as he delivers his last little dig. Steve widens his gaze, holding back his laugh.
"Well, it was nice seeing you Chriss," he softens his tone; giving you a gentle smile.
"You too, Steve."
You eye the line of people; wrapped around the corner, seeing some familiar faces amongst the large group. No Eddie... I only saw him for a second and he's already completely taken over my thoughts.
"What's the policy on leaving this shithole? You girls wanna stand in line? Hagan and I can pop a few beers in the parking lot or something. This is horrendous," Jason complains as you come to a stop, taking your place at the back of the line.
"It'll be fun, babe," you try; nudging him softly with your shoulder, trying to lighten the mood.
"Sure," Jason grunts as he pops the beer bottle open with his class ring, shifting his attention to Tommy; lofting one at him as well. "We'll just get wasted in line then."
"Good idea, Carver," Tommy smiles.
You take the free moment to slip your phone out of your pocket, checking Eddie's text from earlier.
You blush as you read his compliment, shifting your phone away from Jason and the others as you contemplate whether to respond or not. You bite your lip lightly as you text a quick reply.
You glance over at Jason; completely lost in his own world, ignoring you entirely as he talks to Tommy about Phi Kappa Psi. Bitching about his new pledges. Your phone trembles in your pocket almost instantly.
Oh shit... You smile dizzily as your mind wanders back to a few months ago when you drunk-dialed Eddie, feeling the urge to tell him about the tiny tattoo you just got after one too many Jell-O shots.
Okay. Shit... What's the plan? I'll just go to the bathroom. Run into someone along the way. Nancy maybe? See him... Wait.
"Umm... I'm going to get that apple cider thing. Save my spot?" You ask, Carol. "Want one?" Your voice is softened; just loud enough for her to hear, letting Carol do the hard work for you if Jason asks where you went.
"Hell yeah. Thanks, Chriss. You're too good to me."
"Be right back," you beam.
You step away, bleeding quickly into the crowd; falling out of sight almost instantly. Alright... You look over at the concession line; packed as well. Perfect.
Fuck. This will buy me at least twenty minutes. Enough time to say 'hi' at least. Maybe give him a hug...
Who am I kidding? I know exactly what I want.
You can't help the excitement building in your chest as you push open the door of the small storage building. The heavy metal slams shut behind you, leaving you in complete darkness.
"Shit... Eddie?" You whisper.
"You came," his low voice hits your ears from somewhere in the shadows.
"Of course I did," you reply, sheepishly; stepping closer, following in the direction of his voice. Your arms reach out in front of you as your eyes struggle to adjust to the unlit room.
"Um... Eddie? I can't see anything," you laugh, lightly; coming to a standstill as your toe hits something hard on the floor.
"Oh shit. Sorry, sweetheart," he chuckles; reaching up, tugging the small chain hanging from the ceiling. The bulb flickers, crackling a few times before stalling to a dim yellow.
You glance around seeing costumes hanging all around you, creepy masks strung on the wall; a trunk full of weapons covered in blood, and a small vanity with stage makeup scattered messily across the old wooden top.
"So, this is where you work?" You turn your head back in his direction, seeing his warm brown eyes already on you, making your stomach flutter.
"Yeah, just a little side gig for fall. I get to dress up and scare the shit out of every fucker I hate in this town. So, it works for me." He shrugs his shoulders, a wolfish grin plastered on his face.
"How the hell do you make a clown costume look that good?" You giggle; taking in his ensemble. His toned chest is exposed slightly; a loose-fitting button-up draped on his frame, patches of red and black sewn on top of the raggedy white material.
"I ask myself that question all the time," he laughs, weakly as his cheeks blush. You adjust the ruffly black, collar around his neck. Your eyes drift up to his; Eddie's breath hitching as yours align. The light casts a golden glow over his perfect features, his eyes glinting wildly; that same untamed spark burning bright in his dark stare.
If only I could have him. I know he would be everything I wanted. The complete opposite of Jason; kind and funny. And, so fucking hot. Eddie would treat me like a princess.
But I can't. I could never be with Eddie. Not like that.
He steps closer to you, his eyes roaming your body slowly as he takes in each curve.
"You look beautiful, Chriss," he whispers, using the same words Jason said earlier. It meant nothing when it came from his mouth; but, hearing the words fall from Eddie's lips made your body tingle all over.
Your eyes shut, as his fingers begin to trace up your arm lightly. He leans in close; lips, meeting your ear as his fingers switch direction, making their way back down your arm, stopping at the hem of your skirt.
"Eddie, wait..."
His eyes flick to yours, one hand still resting on your thigh.
"My tattoo... it's here," you whisper; unzipping the front of your denim skirt, pulling the fabric down enough to reveal the small butterfly peeking out from beneath the lace of your light pink panties.
A smile spreads on his lips as he leans down just a bit, tracing his thumb over the ink, sending warmth across your body.
"Chrissy Cunningham with a tattoo? Now I've seen it all..." He hums as he drops to his knees, looking up at you with a hunger in his eyes. "You're a bad girl, sweetheart. Aren't you?"
"Only for you, Eddie." You surprise yourself as the words flee your lips. You couldn't help it. Every part of you craving more from him. Wanting to know what it would be like to be with him fully. Just one time.
"Only for me?" He mumbles, lustfully; leaning closer, pressing his lips to the small tattoo, his tongue skims along your skin, causing your knees to buckle slightly. A dark chuckle leaves his lips.
"Y-Yes," you stutter as he grips the hem of your skirt, pushing it up above your waist.
"Did you miss me, Chrissy?" He murmurs; hands slipping in between your thighs, separating them slightly.
"Of course, Eddie. You're my friend," you sigh, coyly; looking down at his mess of curls as he guides your legs even further apart. Eddie snickers at your reply, his fingertips gradually inching up your inner thigh agonizingly slow.
"Just a friend?" He asks just as his fingers reach your warmth, causing you to inhale sharply. He adds a bit of pressure, teasing you through the thin material of your tights.
"You know I'm with Jason, Eds. We can't be more than friends," you whisper, breathily; the contact with him making you feel lightheaded.
"Really good friends?" He flirts as his fingers begin making small circles over your clit, causing your lashes to flutter.
"Really, really good friends, Eddie," you pant; pussy aching for his skin on yours.
"Chrissy?" Eddie mutters as his eyes flick back up toward you.
"Yes, Eds?"
"If you want me to stop, you need to say it now," he burns, his tone dark and delicious.
You shake your head adamantly. "Fuck, Eddie. Don't stop," you plead.
A wicked smirk appears on his beautiful face as he takes your tights in between his fingers, ripping the material slightly, leaving your panties the only thing keeping him from you.
"Eddie, please..." You whimper; feeling his warm breath against your soaked panties. He slips the damp lace to the side making you moan.
"Shh, baby. Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of you. But I wanna take my time," Eddie rasps, leaning closer, bringing his lips to your inner thigh.
"Don't you have to go to wo-" He silences you with his fingers brushing across your dripping slit, just enough pressure to drive you crazy, your pussy throbbing intensely. "Eddie," you whine.
"You want something, baby girl?" He continues gliding gently across your lips, your frustration growing with every second. I know he can be rough with me... I remember it vividly. Just fucking do it, Eddie.
"Please touch me."
"What about your boyfriend?" Eddie chuckles, devilishly; his finger continuing to torture your bud.
"I-I want you, Eddie," you admit, softly; cheeks flushing at the mention of Jason.
"Want me?" He questions as his digits begin a circular motion, toiling around your clit; making you whimper.
"Need you... Eddie, I need you!"
Eddie's eyes darken at your pathetic response, a delicious smirk pulling on his lips.
"Good answer, sweetheart." You let out a soft cry as he finally slips a thick finger into your warmth, the evidence of your excitement clear as Eddie glides in easily.
"Fuck, baby. How do you think Carver would feel knowing his girl is this wet for The Freak? Hmm?" Eddie digs, plunging his finger deeper into your soaked pussy making you gasp.
Your phone buzzes in your jacket pocket making Eddie pause momentarily.
"Speak of the devil..." He grumbles but you ignore him, reaching down; gripping his arm.
You tug on Eddie's wrist, regaining his attention. He follows your unspoken demand, slowly sinking his fingers back into your cunt. You wince slightly as he adds another; but, the pain adds to the pleasure that you're already so addicted.
"Shit... You gonna let me have you later, Cunningham?" He groans as you both listen to the sound of your slick.
"Faster," you cry.
Eddie hooks an arm around your waist, forcing you to remain at his pace, decreasing his speed instead as his eyes focus on watching your essence coat his fingers.
Fuck, he knows me better than I do.
He curls his fingers, rolling them in and out; in and out, each thrust making the knot in your stomach build. You clasp his shoulders tightly as you begin to rock your hips just a bit, making his digits sink knuckle-deep.
"Yes... I'm almost - Fuck, Eddie. I'm almost there," you whimper.
"Already?" Eddie smiles; gripping your thigh, slinging it over his shoulder before locking down on your clit, sucking and flicking; with enough tension to make you scream.
"Just... Just like that," you praise, breathily. Cradling his head in your hands, pulling him in closer as you pulse around his fingers.
He replaces his mouth with his thumb, smiling up at you; watching you carefully, pleasing you to the last possible moment. Letting up slightly when you soften around him.
"That was fuckin' beautiful, Chriss... Shit. You want more, darlin'?" He rasps.
"Please..."
"So fuckin' polite," he chuckles. Your phone buzzes again. "Someone really wants to get a hold of you, baby. You should probably take that. Yeah?" He says, calmly; a small grin on his face.
"No, I don't think-"
"Take. It." He demands, cutting you short.
"Eddie..."
"I won't make a sound. Scouts honor." He winks up at you, making you smile.
"Promise?"
"I swear."
You pull the phone from your pocket, seeing Jason's name on the screen; hurriedly bringing it to your ear. "Hey, Jase."
"Where are you? You've been gone forever." His voice crackles through the phone; cell service, weakened in the shed.
"Sorry, I ran-" You stop suddenly as you feel Eddie's fingers enter you again.
Shit.
"Chriss? You there?"
"Mhmm.. Sorry. I was just saying I ran into Nancy." You push the words out, doing your best to remain calm as Eddie curls his digits again, stroking across your g spot.
"Wheeler?"
"Mmm... Mhmm."
"Well, you haven't missed much. The line's still backed up a mile. Tell Nance I say 'hey'," he continues, completely oblivious to the pleasure felt on the other end of the line.
"Yeah. Of course. I gotta... Oh!" You gasp as Eddie's tongue flashes across your clit; fumbling your device as you struggle to hang up the phone. CLICK. "Fuck!" You rake your nails through Eddie's curls, tugging them in frustration; causing him to moan. "You said you'd be quiet," you huff, lightly; glaring down at him.
He chuckles playfully, an adorable grin plastered on his kiss-swollen lips. "I said I wouldn't make a sound. I didn't say anything about you, Chriss."
"You're impossible, Eds," you sough, reaching down and running your thumb over his plump bottom lip.
"Sorry 'bout your tights," he sighs; not sorry in the slightest as his calloused finger greets your inner thigh, right along the tear. He leans in slowly kissing your skin; eyes, locked on yours.
"You're not..."
"Fuck. You're right," he chuckles, breathily; quickly burying his face between your thighs.
You moan as he begins to pick up speed. The forceful thrusts of his hand are audible as his palm smacks against your pussy, his fingers slamming deep inside over and over again.
Your sounds crescendo, praise; pouring from your lips as your cunt clenches around his ringed fingers. Eddie knows you're close, adding his thumb as well, rubbing side to side; making your thighs quake.
"Fuck, Eddie!"
"Don't cum until I say," he orders.
"But I-"
"God, you're so wet," he cuts in; watching in adoration as his fingers pound into you. "The Queen of Hawkins screaming my name. Begging me to let her cum. And, I've gotten to hear it twice. " he chuckles, laboriously. "Fuck, Chriss. It's a dream come true."
Your back begins to arch suddenly, causing you to stumble backward; hitting the wall. Eddie doesn't stop; fingers working at an insane pace making you squeal.
"I'm so close... Eddie. I can't..." You mumble, drunkenly; feeling a pleasure you've never felt before. He's so rough; but, so tender at the same time; his hands, like magic as he hits all the right spots, driving you wild.
"Has Jason ever made you cum, sweetheart?" He matches your gaze with his dark, hooded eyes; a look on his face telling you he already knows the answer. He raises an eyebrow, slowing his pace slightly; threatening to stop.
"No..." You answer, feebly.
He lets out a gravelly laugh, rolling his eyes. "Thought so."
"Please let me cum, baby," you cry as your eyes struggle to remain open.
"Baby? Well, fuck me..." He moans. "I could get used to that."
"Shit," you hiss.
"Look at me." Your gaze locks on his; Eddie's brown eyes blown with lust. "So Jason's never made you feel this good?" Eddie taunts.
"Eddie..." You breathe.
"Has he?" In a twisted way, his words push you even closer to your breaking point. "Tell me who makes you feel good, sweetheart," he hums, lustfully. You glance down, keeping your eyes set on his as you fight against your orgasm, your body nearly betraying you with every rut.
"You do, Eddie. You do," you moan.
"That's right, sweetheart... Mmm... Cum for me, Princess," he drawls; watching as you fall apart. Your pussy clamps down around his fingers, spasming again and again as your mouth falls slack.
"Eddie," his name flows, languidly from your lips as your head falls back. He doesn't stop, continuing to fuck into you as you ride the waves of your orgasm. "Oh, s-shit..." You look between your thighs, watching as you soak his hand.
"Good girl. Good fuckin' girl," Eddie grunts; his lips parted, taking pleasure in your own.
He slowly removes his digits, making you gasp; drawing his middle and pointer fingers to his rosy lips, tasting you slowly. "So fuckin' sweet," he whispers; looming over you before kissing your forehead.
His lips move from your cheek onto your neck, brushing gently along your skin as your breathing slows.
"Eddie, kiss me." The urgency in your breathy tone is undeniable. "We're running out of time."
You can feel him smile against your neck before his soft lips meet your skin again. Eddie's kisses are gentle and warm, dismissing your requests yet again as he maintains his cadence, moving along your jaw, finally landing on your lips.
"I said 'I wanted to take my time', Chriss."
His lips capture yours in a passionate kiss. You cling to the tattered material of his costume, gripping the fabric; pulling him closer as your tongues roll together. The two of you pant into your kiss as Eddie pins you against the cool wooden wall.
"I want you, Eds. Please," you mumble against his lips as your hand wanders down, groping his clothed cock, groaning desperately as you feel his size. "Let me make you feel good. Please."
Eddie pulls away, making your eyes narrow in confusion.
"Not now. Tonight. I'm coming over."
"B-But we have time," you whisper, needily; as you stroke him through his slacks, pulling a deep moan from Eddie. "Jason said the line was super long and-" He reaches out, gripping your jaw in his hand, demanding your attention.
"I'm in charge, Chrissy."
You suck in a breath; surprised by his tone, making it that much harder to wait.
"Fuck, Eddie. You're in charge."
A smile spreads across his lips, as his eyes look down at yours.
"Tonight?" You whisper Eddie's captivating eyes flick up to yours, drawing you in deeper.
"Tonight, sweetheart."
Chapter II - The Last Laugh
Chrissy Cunningham's POV:
"Nothin' like waiting an hour in line," Jason scoffs. "This better be good."
"Stop being such a bitch, Carver," Carol sighs as she takes Tommy's hand, stepping into the wagon.
"Should we go in the back?" Jason asks.
"Mhmm," you smile. "It's the best place to sit."
The tractor fires up, rattling the buggy as your excitement starts to build. Jason wraps his arm around your waist, towing you closer. He buries himself in your neck, kissing you softly before drawing back.
"New perfume?"
You give him a little smile and a nod, trying your best to remain calm. Jason, so clearly picking up hints of Eddie's cologne. You grab the fabric, giving it a smell yourself, taking him in. I didn't think I missed him this much.
"Love Spell," you smile.
"Welcome to Jones Family Farm. You are about to embark on the Cursed Grounds Hayride and Haunted House. Please make sure you remain in the wagon and keep your arms and legs inside at all times. Please do not touch our Scare Actors and Actresses," the tractor driver shouts over his motor before stepping on the gas.
You're pulled forward as the ride begins, conversation and excitement brewing around you. "Oh, and the hayride is fifteen minutes in length. If there is a medical emergency, please tell me, and we'll get you some assistance. We will end at the Cursed Grounds Haunted House. Once you go through the haunted house, you will exit at the Jones Family Farm Gift Shop. Thank you for coming out and spending your evening with us. And enjoy the ride."
Jason turns toward you, the warmth of his whisper hitting your chilled skin. "Are you comin' over tonight?"
"I don't think I can, Jase... I have to be at the airport by 4 a.m."
"Well, shit," he huffs. "Maybe I can sneak in." His hand glides between your thighs, dangerously close to the tear.
"Yeah. Can we talk about it later?"
Jason furrows his brows, looking back at you confusedly. "Are we okay? Why don't you wanna hang out with me," he asks, defensively.
"I do," you assure. "It's already 10. And, I can't really do anything... Or, at least you wouldn't want to," you lie.
His eyes widen, as he puts the pieces together, wincing slightly in disgust. "Yeah, Chriss. Get some sleep," he chuckles.
Unbelievable. You can't help but roll your eyes. The simple mention of period sex and he's off my ass... What a man. Eddie wouldn't care. We'd probably take a shower together... A little smirk plays on your lips as you daydream about the thought of it; Eddie's tight body and deep brown curls glistening with water. He'd show me his tattoos... BUZZ.
You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, instantly giving you the butterflies. Pulling it out you eye the message, sneaking a peek.
Feedback crackles through the speakers; a low, ominous voice setting the scene as the wagon crawls slowly toward the woods.
"If you've made it this far, welcome. You surely won't return," the voice laughs, viciously. You smile even brighter hearing the spiel you've heard more than a dozen times. Carol looks over at you, reciting the words. "These woods were once a beautiful place. A place of gathering and new life. Now, for most, the end of the line. A dark curse was placed on these grounds. Every October, evil runs free; ghosts, ghouls, and horrific creatures of all kinds take refuge in these woods. If you pass these trees, you are venturing onto cursed grounds. Run while you can." The audio cuts away.
You pass the threshold between the field and the woods. The dull music playing from afar now surrounds you on all sides, competing with the roar of the tractor. Little lights strung from the trees carve out a path in the woods, giving you just enough light to see the route in front of you.
Your heart beats a little faster as you wait for the first scare. Sure, there are little stops along; a different dreadful theme each time; but, there are always people hiding, lurking about, trying their best to make you scream.
"Fuck!" You squeak; falling into Jason slightly as the first monster appears; a werewolf with piercing yellow eyes, in a threadbare flannel shirt. He snarls, his mask allowing him to move his jaw and bear teeth as he swipes his large paw before falling back into the woods.
You giggle nervously, situating yourself on the hay-padded seat again; peering out into the timber to see if there's anyone else waiting for a fright. It's extremely dark, the dense forest blending together making it impossible to see anything else.
Your attention shifts to the tune swelling ahead, building as you move closer; the Halloween theme, simple and haunting. The tractor wads to a stop, cutting off the engine.
There's a white façade of a home, all the lights lit brightly. The wind billows the yellow cotton curtains; peaceful for a moment. Your stomach sinks as you hear a blood-curdling scream coming from inside. All eyes turn to the top floor, watching as Michael stabs his victim again and again.
Moments later he kicks open the door; standing in the frame as smoke pours out from behind him. The tractor starts again, dragging the wagon down the path as he descends the stairs slowly, stalking your party.
"Shit," you hiss; hiding behind your hands, caught off-guard by the shrieking of a nun. Her red bloody eyes stare deeply into yours. She draws out a large crucifix, sharpened at the end; driving it into a hay bale, close enough to a guest to make her cry before fleeing back into the woods.
The next melody plays ahead; a haunted circus. Eddie... You fluff your hair and move yourself a little further away from Jason as the tractor hauls you closer. You pass under the sign Last Laugh Circus lit colorfully overhead; a few bulbs flickering out.
There's a rickety carousel with four horses, creaking as it turns slowly. The four clowns' heads shift gradually, following your cart as you drive by. One slides the blade of her bloody knife along the handlebar, sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
A haunted ringmaster runs out of the tattered circus tent, face painted in fury. "Don't let them get away!" She bellows; her voice, echoing through the night. The clowns leap from the ride, scaling the wooden sides; pulling on guests.
You feel two strong hands wrap around your throat, making you draw a breath; feeling the familiar chill against your skin, just enough pressure to let you know who has you in their clutches. "Hi, Sweetheart," he whispers, setting all your nerves ablaze.
"Fuck off, man!" Jason plows him off. Eddie doesn't miss a beat; stepping down from the cart lazily as he slips his hand into his pocket; phone glowing brightly, quickly shoving it back in his pocket.
Buzz.
You feel your phone vibrate yet again.
"Prick," Jason grumbles. Crossing his arms tightly across his chest. "What the fuck was that?" He scoffs. "Do they always get to touch you like that? We should say something?"
"Jase, stop," you grumble. "They always do that stuff." He rolls his eyes away, looking dead ahead.
"Pretty sure that was Munson. Jackass... He always wears those stupid fuckin' rings. Who the fuck does he think he is anyway?" He pouts.
"I don't think it was him... Will you stop? Why are you ruining this, Jase?"
"Sorry, Chriss," he draws breath; weaving his fingers into yours, giving your hand a tight squeeze. "I'm not jealous at all... Just want to make that crystal fuckin' clear."
Sure. "Mhmm," you smile; giving him a little nod. Jason looks away, staring into the wood; playing guard dog in case Eddie tries anything else. Not jealous at all...
You sneak a peek at your phone.
Jesus Christ...
Dreamlike music blares over the speakers; a thick fog rolling all around. "Maybe I can still come over tonight. Cuddle or something?" Jason asks.
"What?" You reply; evading his question. "I can't hear," you mouth; quickly swerving his further advances.
There's a teen girl with golden blonde hair and a white silk nightgown, tucked into her flouncy pink bedding. The lights around her shift from white to red, the music changing along with it as she drifts into a nightmare.
You see a gloved hand reaching up from behind the wooden headboard; five razors at the tip of each finger. Freddy Krueger.
His hands wrap around the frame, peering over maniacally. Freddy slashes across the comforter, making the girl scream in terror.
Monsters of all kinds come out from underneath the bed, sprinting toward the cart. Ghosts and ghouls, demons and zombies. A chainsaw buzzes; thundering in your chest. He thrusts his saw forward, making you fall back in your seat. Carol hugs you tight, tucking her face into your chest as she screams.
"Uh oh," Tommy laughs.
You look over at Jason; watching as an actor draws his blade; grabbing a fist full of Jason's hair before running the knife along his neck. The three of you scream and laugh; looking around for the rest of the monsters.
"Chr-" Jason lets out a gurgly noise. You glance back at him, matching his wide eyes; stomach twisting as you see the horror on his face. A set of hands take a grip on the shoulders of his letter jacket, ripping him from the cart, and onto the ground.
"Jason!" You yelp; diving over to the edge, looking down into the thick pool of smoke. The fog is too dense to make out anything on the floor.
There's no fucking way he would be playing along with any of this.
"Stop!" You scream. The rest of the wagon looks back at you, returning their attention to the terror around them as you look down into the mass of vapor. "Jason? Jason!"
"Jason, come on. This isn't funny anymore." Tommy shouts, standing up in the cart; looking over your shoulder onto the ground; aiming to get a better view.
"Ugh... Fucking Carver. Always gotta be the center of attention," Carol snips, glancing down at her perfectly polished nails.
The ghoul surfaces from the fog, drawing the knife above his head. He stabs into the earth again and again. Blood flicks from his blade, splattering his white-faced mask.
"Hey fucktard, let him up!" Tommy booms at the actor, causing his head to whip around; white mask, glowing. A set of eyes glare at you; pupils too dilated to make out a hue.
You watch carefully as he stands up, wielding the knife in his fist. Blood drips as he dangles it by his side.
You start to feel your panic set in.
"It's just part of the act. Tommy's right. Jason is just trying to add a little extra flair... Right? RIGHT!"
"Show's over, come on man." Tommy grunts. The ghoul stands staring at Tommy for a moment before turning in your direction, the silver knife glinting under the moon.
He drives it into the person next to you, the tip of that same blade; peeking out of the chest of the old man's flannel shirt. Blood drips thick, the knife pulling back slowly.
His wife is frozen in fear; the rest of the guests screaming in horror, fleeing the wagon in every direction.
A single word flies from Tommy's lips, booming into the night.
" Run !"
Your eyes cut to Tommy then back to the killer, watching as he twirls the knife in his fingers.
"Jason!" You scream one more time, your mind refusing to accept the reality of the situation as Carol pulls you back. "We can't just leave him. He can't be dead. We can't see him, Tommy! We can't just-"
"Chrissy, c'mon," Tommy begs; grabbing Carol's arm, jerking her away. The two of them flee; leaving you behind.
"Wait!" You tear through the woods, following close behind; feeling the mud squish beneath your Uggs as you race towards the exit. Sticks fracture beneath you; branches whipping you as you run as fast as your feet will go.
People and actors sprint by, some still in their costumes; making it that much harder to determine who's who.
The only way out is through the woods or the haunted house. The woods lead to the parking lot. The haunted house leads to the gift shop; police, people... The nature of it posing risks all of its own.
The woods... There's not even a gate. We can run right to the Jeep. Your lungs burn as you run harder and faster than you ever have, trying your best to keep up with Tommy and Carol.
"Wait... No!" You scream as they head toward the haunted house. "Shouldn't we go through the woods?"
"No!" Tommy spits. "Are you serious? There's no one over there, Chrissy. Look at all those fucking people." He points to the clearing in the cornfield. The haunted house shone brightly in the distance, littered with people. He grabs Carol's hand, tugging her again as she looks back at you; tears glossing her cheeks.
"I love you, Chriss. I'm sorry," she blubbers.
People are still running through the woods to the parking lot, not enough... Only a few people actually know what happened. Your body trembles, lip quivering as you try your best to think of the right choice. They're right... Look at all those people. I don't want to be alone.
You hear an ominous laugh coming from behind you making your stomach sink; turning quickly you look out into the woods.
Emptiness... Darkness...
"Carol!" You call out. She stops in her tracks, fighting against Tommy as he continues to pull her to safety. "Wait! Please."
"Keep going!" Tommy grunts.
"Stop, Tommy. Fuck!" Carol hisses; the two waiting just until you are in arm's reach before taking off again.
The world around you lightens as you run closer and closer to security.
The three of you press into the crowd. Screams echo around you, bodies pushing and shoving a mix of people aware and unaware of the slayings; some enjoying the night, some attempting to escape the nightmare behind them.
Your foot slips out from beneath you, plunging you face-first into the crowd, tasting the dirt in your mouth as you scramble to get back on your feet. You watch helplessly as the two pass through the door without you.
"Carol!" You shriek at the top of your lungs. No. No. No! They're already gone. Tears flood your cheeks as you sprint toward the building; shouldering your way through the crowd, stumbling through the door.
Your usual fright of the haunted house is completely overshadowed by the very real threat following behind you.
"Chrissy..." A chilling voice comes from someplace close. Too fucking close.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you cross the entry into the house. Strobe lights instantly blind you. A thick fog hangs heavy in the air as your eyes dart around the room. You hear creepy music playing as you spin about, frantically searching for someone, anyone.
"Help! Somebody help me!" You wail into the void as you misstep across the wooden floor. A track of high-pitched screams and cries plays along with the music, filling the air as you rush to make it through the smoke-filled room.
Your vision is blurred by the murky fog, impeding your visibility. You run your fingers along the wall, scouring for a way out; feeling your heart nearly bursting out of your chest as you finally reach the doorframe.
Shit. It's a tight squeeze, your claustrophobia at an all-time high as the dim hallway appears to shrink with every step you take.
"Fuck!" you wail as a skeleton drops from the rafters, dangling in front of you. You plow through the bones, shoving them to the side as you take off running once again. "Carol! Tommy!"
You hear laughter ahead along with a few screams; innocent screams. You can tell it's not the soundtrack, they're real. Yes.
You bound toward them, snaking through the maze; dodging ghouls and monsters, as they grab and swipe at you.
"Help! Please help me!" You plead. The tween girls hoot and laugh; scampering in the wrong direction. No. You race ahead, following the glowing arrows to the exit.
"Chrissy..." You hear the voice again, just as your feet land on a softer material.
Shit. Your feet begin to fall into the ground, as the quicksand floor pulls you in, usually one of your favorite parts now slowing you down; practically hand-feeding you to the killer.
"Carol! Tommy... Please," you weep as you work against the odds; your feet sludging on, calling out for your friend.
"Poor thing..."
Your body freezes completely as you feel the hot breath against your neck. Your throat constricts, robbing your lungs of oxygen.
You feel him behind you, the cool plastic of the mask nudged against your cheek; chest, butted up against your back.
"P-Please don't hurt me," you stammer.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna play a game," the masked man taunts in a mechanical voice.
"What? What game?" you sob; your breathing coming out in small spurts as your lungs reach for air.
"Ever heard of cat and mouse, Chrissy?" He proceeds in a sinister tone. You feel the tip of his blade press into your lower back, nicking your skin; hissing out a cry.
"Yes," you whimper as you feel a warm trail of blood run down your skin.
"Run little mouse," he growls; shoving you across the last few feet of the floor, your hands hit solid ground allowing you to stand up.
A new room opens in front of you. A body lies in an old casket in the corner of the room, swaddled in a ragged cloth; a few dolls, positioned on a shelf on the wall, motorized devices making their heads turn, following your every move.
You scramble to the opposite side, lying low, ducking behind a tall hooded figure, attempting to keep your breathing silent as your chest heaves violently. You hear his footsteps enter the space, stomping across the floor, heading in the direction of the exit. He looks back in your direction, making time stand still.
The killer lowers his knife, disappearing around the corner.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
Shit... My phone. You shove your hand in your pocket, struggling with the device; watching in horror as it topples to the ground. Calling: Eddie Munson BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. It trembles wildly against the hardwood floor; glowing like a beacon. Fuck. You snatch it from the ground, accepting the call.
"Eddie?" You whisper.
"Chrissy! Where are you?" He panics. "Are you okay?"
You watch in terror as he walks back into the doorframe; the strobe lights flashing wildly behind him. You squeeze your eyes shut.
"Chrissy?"
CLICK.
The wood creaks beneath the weight of his boots as he steps closer and closer. You clasp your hands over your lips, holding back your sobs; tears, rolling over the back of your hands.
Please go away. Please just go away...
The footsteps come to a halt.
You force yourself to open your sights, instantly seeing two soulless, black eyes staring down at you. A gloved hand reaches out, wrapping tightly around your throat; lifting you effortlessly.
"Caught ya." Your mouth falls open with a blood-curdling scream and you feel a searing pain; his knife, stabbing into your stomach.
You inhale sharply, looking down as he yanks the blade out; taking your breath with it.
Bright red blood spews out onto the floor before gradually flaring onto the fabric of your jacket. You watch in a daze as the hot crimson spreads like ink. Your vision blurs as you reach down; fingers, drifting across your stomach; coating your hand easily.
Tears slip down your cheeks as everything starts to get a little duller; a little darker than before. Your knees buckle beneath you; body, crashing to the floor. You attempt to scream but nothing comes out; gurgling as blood pools in your mouth.
I'm going to die.
The masked man kneels over you, staring down at you; head tilting slightly as he watches you choke on your blood. You inhale, clamping your eyes shut as he lifts the knife, driving it into your chest again and again.
Your eyes fall shut, opening once more when you feel a harsh grip on your ankles. The monster drags you across the uneven floor. Your frail hands claw at the splintered wood with the little strength you have left. Slivers of the old lumber pierce into the skin beneath your nails, as your body scrapes across the ground, doing nothing to stop the inevitable.
He grabs a doll, throwing it down on the floor next to you; shattering the porcelain head. The killer lifts you into his arms, holding you before laying you down again. You feel a plush pillow under your head; raised wooden sides, boxing you in. The coffin.
Your lips refuse to move as you try to scream one last time. The heavy top slams shut leaving you in darkness; no pain, complete numbness as you take your final breath.
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Where is my mind?
An abandoned oil rig stands in for the garden of Eden. A garden is a walled space with vegetation. It contains encrypted knowledge of good and evil. 777 terabytes of data contained in a single gram of DNA. Wiping a tear off your cheek. Salty.
The ocean is grey. Makes you feel like there's something wrong with it. What's the word?
'Contaminated'
Mandate Tonic,
Dance Titan Om,
An albatross has swallowed an Evian bottle.
When 2 become 1.
Like all people, they contained multitudes. Like all situations, this was several situations at once. sometimes I looked away and ate peanuts and drank Club Mate. Sometimes I thought about what time it was. Then I was on the verge of tears. Then I laughed a lot.
420 Park Avenue
Drexciya
François Rabelais
Quake 7 Arena
Caiman Nearness
Arcane Sans Mine
Amnesia Scanner
In a taxicraft. Magnetic hover. Tunnels. Plebs light fires and roast stray cats. Taste memory of gnawing on stringy cat meat. Cats are mostly bones and fur. Memories of paper money, also on fire. Memories of diamonds. Rare minerals, tea bowls repaired with gold.
Kintsugi. Gnu I Kits. King Suit.
Nothing less than a 1000 years old.
Street view, upper level:
Gregorian monks in technical fabrics. Robes with mesh and intelligence. UV face tattoos glow in the dark. Yellow contacts, sharp fangs.
Monks are chanting:
Google Krishna,
Shrinkage Go Lo,
Angels Rig Hook,
Regal Kings Ooh,
Ice cream melting on his chest.
Yourdicklooksgreatinthoseheels.com
Handguns, rare butterflies. elaborate prison tattoo of a tiger in mid leap.
Augmented reality contact lenses.
Red bull energy drink.
Fleshlight. Shell fight.
Septum streched, thicker rings are more beautiful. chain on neck.
Bull ring on nose.
Fake lashes. AFK lashes.
Nails so long that these hands can no longer grab things.
Voice control override.
This could be us but you playin'
thunderdome
thunderdome anagrams
We're gonna take everything before we secess. We need more weapons. Hi-speed Wi-Fi provided by drones is a given. Arab money in ciphered currencies. Treasure island. Buccaneers and buried gold.
A stream of more or less violent crimes.
What was violence again?
Floor 312. We're there. I hand the driver a flake of skin and a fingernail.
The oil rig. A bird flies over. We extend our arm and stand completely still. Bird lands. Bird makes sound. Gently touch bird. It lets that happen. Bird says: ______________ . Identify bird: sparrow. Place filter on sparrow. Mosaic, turbulent displace, hue/saturation. Bird is simplified, jagged edges, orange for now.
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So much has built up in the last few days since I started writing this bit that there are parts I'll need to change, but I'm being very brave and not doing proper edits or it will never get posted 😂
Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - Beastie Riders
(insert The Distance by All Good Things. Or Cake. Pick your favourite version!)
Robbie doesn't want to be having fun.
He's still beat from training earlier in the day - Brooks seems convinced he's found a way to cheat his systems and had him repeat every course, twice. The muscles in his legs still shake a little every time he stops moving for longer than a few seconds. That isn't much of an issue, though, because the music in the arena thrums through his body like the relay gel through suit circuitry. Between that, the UV lights revealing the intricate paint and tattoos over everyone's skin - there is a lot more exposed skin here than he's used to - and the sheer amount of people, he doesn't know what to pay attention to. He feels like a kid in a toy shop. He definitely can't afford anything on sale, but--
He's about to watch demons tear each other apart for sport. It shouldn't be exciting.
You don't unclench even for a second, huh.
It's much easier to ignore the voice in all this noise. Cho grins at him - or at least he hopes that's Cho, his face lit up in green strokes he can't follow for very long without getting a bit dizzy. His arms are glowing, too, even though he didn't put any paint on them - he didn't strike Robbie as someone who would get tattoos. Shows what he knows. Cho says something Robbie can't hear over the music and pulls him by the arm through the crowd, closer to the edge of the viewing platform. People who don't want to make way get elbowed aside. It's honestly a minor miracle nobody knocks his teeth out.
Cho has his phone out, and what looks like a bank app open. No, it's betting. There's an app to bet on the fight, because of course there is. Cho points to the edge of the square space below, still talking.
"I can't--" Robbie sighs, and lets himself be pulled down to a talk-into-ear level.
"I said we're really damn lucky!" Cho shouts. "It's Sister Grimm versus Ghost Rider!"
Robbie has no idea what either of those names mean, but judging by the numbers ticking up on the app, they're pretty popular. Racing never brought in this much money. It could be something to look into, when the whole jaeger business inevitably blows up in his face. Provided Robbie doesn't blow up right along with it, that is.
He listens out, but the voice either doesn't have a comment, or is too quiet to make out in the growing racket in the arena. Suddenly, all the lights go out, leaving only the glow of the tattoos and a single red beam pointing to the stage in the middle of the arena.
A projection of a tall man in a white suit appears to the general approval of the crowd. He speaks in Cantonese, so Robbie has no clue what he's actually saying, but he can pick it up from context - the fight is about to begin.
"That's Sister Grimm!" Cho elbows him to look to stage left, where a young Asian woman wearing mostly just paint strikes a pose to the beat of the music. She blows a kiss to the man in the white suit, who mimes fainting before picking up his mic to introduce the other fighter.
Some of Robbie’s unease returns at the sight of the Ghost Rider. He's wearing what seems to be a heavily modified drivesuit - it's covered in all manner of studs and spikes, the spinal clasp made to look like it's partially ripped out. What's visible of his skin is painted black to better contrast the skull-like tattoos across his face, like the bones are breaking through to the surface. He has enough metal in his face to build a tank out of, and when the cameras zoom in, Robbie spots a series of painful-looking subdermal implants along his cheekbones.
"He's big back home!" Cho tells him. "I didn't know he even left the continent!"
Wait a second. Not too quiet, then. Wait a goddamn second, it can't be--
Both riders step closer to the fighting pit. The crowd quiets down, and so does the music. The white suit dissolves into a cloud of sparkles. The riders' respective teams are a flurry of well-rehearsed chaos behind them, their gear looking nearly as complicated as anything on the LOCCENT bridge back at the base.
He hears the growl first. It's low, the reverberation standing up every hair on Robbie’s neck. Not quite like facing a Cat 4 - he doesn't think anything quite compares to having The Charger's head locked in the jaws of a monster the size of a skyscraper - but the primal fear it evokes is familiar. The dark shape slithering out from under Sister Grimm's stage reminds him of a bird stuck in an oil spill, its long arms connected to its body with leathery membranes. It drags itself to the middle of the ring and gives out a guttural roar.
The response to the call is instantaneous - the other demon rips into the pit like it was clawing at the gate to be let out and stands on two of it's six legs to scream. It's a chilingly human sound. It looks skeletal and thoroughly alien, like no animal Robbie has ever seen, and he can't tell whether the orange glow on it's hide is paint or something natural.
"He hasn't lost a fight in four years!" Cho yells into his ear. Robbie can believe that. As the demons circle each other in the ring, Sister Grimm looks determined, focused. Ghost Rider seems to barely be paying attention. His demon is similarly distracted, eyeing the crowd above it like it's planning out its dinner.
No, it's the fucking Corinthian Maneuver! The voice groans. He's even doing that stupid half-turn-- What are those idiots in the academy even teaching you?
Robbie really, really hates it when the voice says something he has no way of knowing about. Corinthian sounds vaguely biblical, though, so maybe it's--
Hydra. Hydra Corinthian. It used to run point on... The voice sighs like Robbie is it's single greatest disappointment. Never-fucking-mind, watch the fight.
Sister Grimm attacks first, the monster's claws swiping out with deadly speed, but despite the appearances Ghost Rider is ready - his demon dodges out of the way and up the wall, bouncing off it to land a heavy hit on its opponent's trunk. It doesn't follow up - it backs up and waits for the bird to right itself. At first, Robbie thinks it's some weird sort of sportsmanship, a way to prolong the fight. He's right on the latter, but it quickly becomes obvious sportsmanship has nothing to do with this fight.
Sister Grimm barely manages to get a hit in - Ghost Rider is too fast, slinking under the wing-like arms and taking nips out of the oily hide like he isn't even interested in making them count. He's playing with his food.
Robbie doesn't know how to feel about that. Logically, he recognises he's watching a mostly-illegal pit brawl in the shadiest part of the Bone Slums. It's probably rigged. He's probably the only person in the whole arena not to know how the fight will end, and the combined unfairness of it all starts to simmer low in his chest. When he looks at Cho, though, he's practically hanging over the railing of the platform to get a better view at where Sister Grimm just manages to snag a claw between Ghost Rider's bony ribs. He looks to Robbie with a huge grin on his face before pulling him down to shout: "They're using jaeger tactics! Can you imagine Ivanov's face if he hears about it?!"
And, well, that is a pretty good image to tuck away for the next time the Colonel has an opinion on The Charger's deployment position. Not that he ever will hear about it - not from Robbie, at the very least.
Down in the pit, Sister Grimm has Ghost Rider in a headlock. Both beasts are bleeding from shallow wounds, the black substance oozing out and down onto the concrete. Lesser demons don't excrete corruption like their larger counterparts, but the sight still makes him back away from the barrier.
Don't be a fucking baby, the voice chides. Even the nerd has more balls than you.
The nerd doesn't get sprayed with it on the regular, Robbie thinks sullenly.
Neither do you. Your pod is like a goddamn armored egg now, back in the day we had sea water coming through the vents--oooh, look at that!
Sister Grimm swiped the legs out from under the Ghost Rider with it's wing, and has the beast pinned. The bird creature's beak opens so wide it almost unhinges, and the other monster appears to have given up. Everyone seems to hold their breath at once, but when Robbie looks to its master, the man is smiling, his orange teeth-tattoos stretching with it in a very unsettling manner.
Just as the beak is about to snap shut on his beast's neck, its middle legs--pop out of sockets. The suddenly elongated limbs wrap around the bird's neck and twist, and Sister Grimm screams in agony as her demon drops down, dead. The crowd explodes, people all around Robbie yelling and stomping their feet as once again the music rises to it's previous levels.
"How--!" Robbie has to hold onto Cho's shirt before he topples over the barrier. "Did you see that?!"
Ghost Rider whoops, turning to high-five one of his techs while his beast heaves the corpse off of itself and runs a victorious lap around the ring. It scales its walls nearly to the barrier, snapping at the audience's outstretched hands.
Fucking show-off, the voice grumbles, and Robbie can't help but snort in laughter. Showing off seems well deserved at this point. The man in the white suit reappears on the Rider’s side of the stage, lifting up his arm in victory. He's saying something, but Cho is already dragging Robbie away and down the rickety stairs to pit level.
"Wait, where--?" Robbie doesn't have to resist very hard for Cho to have to pause in his attempted kidnapping. He looks over his shoulder, betrayed. "Where are you going?"
Cho nearly jumps up and down in place, impatient. "Are you kidding me we're going to have a look at that beastie if I have to break into it's paddock!" he exclaims and sprints off, and-- God damn it. This is exactly why Robbie has been reluctant to come.
#Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU#Is this anything or am I just desperate to not be writing this bit anymore 😂#Also feel bad for making it Nico it will need to be changed later#Unless Robbie meets her at her day job later or something idk#robbie reyes#Amadeus Cho#Eli Morrow#Johnny Blaze#Hey Robbie I'm trying to write you having fun can you bloody cooperate
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Hi! Sorry if my english is not perfect, I'll try to make myself undertandable. I use soulmate eyes that I really love! But I have an issue with it when I use this kind of "ombre" in it with another CC in tattoo category. And it doesn't work with soulmate eyes heterochromia in skin detail. Maybe it will if heterochromia was in facepaint? I don't know if what I say is clear for you ahah , let me know if you think you can do something ^^ thank you !
Helloo! Your English is great 😘 (English is far from native language for me too so don't worry!)
Just changing the category won't help when textures are the problem. Sims texture map is divided into sections like this:
(Cropped, body textures are below face textures)
The heterochromia accessory seems to be using the Index finger right (the darkest blue square) space and your ombre accessory uses the same space. So for them to work together, either of them should have its UV mapping and textures moved to another texture space (Index finger left, for example). And since the heterochromia accessory has dozens of swatches, editing it would be quite a job 😅
And since I don't even really use the heterochromia accessory myself, I don't really feel like starting this project... Sorry!
BUT if anyone else wants to do it, go ahead 😚
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hiii u know who this is ;3 i have abad questions!!!
do u feel older or younger than u are?
whats ur favorite thing about urself?
if u could tell ur younger self anything what would it be?
would u rather float alone in space or float alone at sea?
what if aliens invaded the planet and they were hot
what bug have u eaten the most of (by accident?)
whats ur most justified paranoia?
if u had a year to live what would u do with it?
whats something u hate?
what keeps u up at night? (besides the obvious)
what do u do early in the morning when u should be sleeping?
whats the worst pain uve ever felt?
how high is ur pain tolerance?
whats the worst movie uve ever seen?
whats ur favorite piece of clothing?
whats an unpopular opinion u have?
whats ur earliest memory?
do u sing when ur alone?
we know uve taken them, but have u ever saved someones life?
what tattoos do u have?
Heh I do know who this is!! I've missed your lists :]
Do you feel older or younger than you are?
Probably younger. I'm 23 but more immature than my father and siblings were at my age. But I prefer calling it a "zest for life." ;]
2. What's your favourite thing about yourself?
Steady hands.
3. If you could tell your younger self anything, what would it be?
Not everyone is trustworthy. Trust your gut.
4. Would you rather float alone in space or alone at sea?
Alone at sea. Waves are calming and help me sleep. Some of the best sleep I've ever had has been at sea.
5. What if aliens invaded the planet (and they were hot)?
I'd clap some alien cheeks, obviously.
6. What bug have you eaten the most of (by accident)?
Flies.
7. What's your most justified paranoia?
Everyone's out to kill, hurt me, or take advantage of me.
8. If you had a year to live, what would you do with it?
Return to Australia and immediately go bush so the government can't find me. Let me die out there where I belong.
9. What's something you hate?
Dumb teenagers who speed and/or tailgate. Also people who overtake and don't use their fucking indicators. But especially teenagers who speed and those that think speeding is cool/skite about speeding. Yeah, yeah, it's fun to go fast, do it when there aren't other fucking cars on the road so if you crash at least you only kill yourself instead of both of us. I've got places to be and I'd like to get there with my anatomy intact, cheers.
10. What keeps you up at night?
Memories of that time I was kidnapped and interrogated heavily for sixteen hours.
Also groceries. "You gotta to the shops tomorrow and get milk, and stop at the servo and get petrol, and-"
11. What do you do early in the morning when you should be sleeping?
Sleeping. I actually have a pretty healthy sleep schedule. I'm 23, my arse cannot pull all-nighters like it used to.
But if I'm not sleeping, I'm writing. Or lying in bed and trying to sleep.
12. What's the worst pain you've ever felt?
Toss-up between scarification for indigenous initiation ceremony and being partially disembowelled by an angry pig. The scarification was slower so the pain lasted longer and was worse mentally because I knew it was coming the whole time so had more than enough time to scare the shit out of myself, but I'd argue the Pig Incident was actually worse on the overall level of pain. Feeling something sharp moving inside your body is a special kind of weird.
13. How high is your pain tolerance?
Tolerance? High. I feel pain easy but I'm good at fighting through it and not letting it get the better of me.
14. What's the worst movie you've ever seen?
Pan Man. It's fucking hilarious. Terrible plot-wise and budget wise, but perfect in its hilarity and execution. It's my favourite "so bad it's good" movie.
15. What's your favourite piece of clothing?
Necklace.
16. What's an unpopular opinion you have?
Beer tastes better as tinnies over bottled. So does fizz. I don't know why but the carbonation holds better and it tastes more... crisp? It's just better.
17. What's your earliest memory?
Lying in a hospital bed when I was three, staring up at the lights in the room, because a plastic surgeon just sutured my left eyebrow back together after I fell face-first into the coffee table and busted it open. My mum was at work and my dad was supposed to be watching me, but he was on the phone and I was jumping about on the couch. She still hasn't forgiven him. The scar's not even noticeable unless you're close enough to see the lines of the stroma of my irises. So unfortunately I don't have a "cool" eye scar like the blokes do in the movies.
18. Do you sing when you're alone?
If I know the song and it's in my range and I'm in a good enough mood, yes.
19. Have you ever saved someone's life?
Yes.
20. What tattoos do you have?
I have a dingo tattooed on the inside of my left wrist. Sometime soon, maybe around the start of next month, I'm looking to get Kaz tattooed on my outer forearm from elbow to wrist.
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TS4: Black Death Edition 1.3 - Vampires, Pregnant Sims & Children
Note - 1.3 includes the bug fix from yesterdays 1.2 patch, however that patch is still freely available on patreon. This update also contains new content.
New Content
Vampires can now catch the plague when they drink from an infected victim! This is the only way they will catch the plague, they are immune to the normal spread.
Pregnant sims will now also die from the plague. They will leave a single tombstone and their pregnancy will end.
Child sims are now also able to die from the plague. (Note - since the death animation is on an adult rig, there is a little bit of stretching around the childs legs whilst the animation is playing.)
New Fixes
Children will no longer perform the headache interaction which caused them to stretch out completely to the adult rig.
I’ve moved the UV space of the buboes so it conflicts less with other textures. If your sim is wearing a hair or has tattoos which overlap into this texture space, it will colour the buboes, but the space I’ve utilized usually isn’t used for CAS item UVs.
Early access for all tiers - Download
Public release 24th July
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Making something clear here:
Imagine if you will, going to try to offer help with something only to find out that;
what they're doing involves your work they never asked to use and
you can't ask them nicely about it and what they're doing cuz they've blocked you.
Now people are shitting on ME?
What the actual fuck? I have literally done nothing but try to figure out what's going on. No ones giving shit, we're trying to figure out what's going on, stop jumping to conclusions without context.
Look, I don't give a shit if someone wants to block me cuz they don't like my content. You do you. That's your right to curate your space.
What I have a problem with is the fact that you've dug into my shit to "remake" something that isn't broken, using my hard work without my permission. And now people are mad at ME for it?
Make it make sense. Cuz I don't understand.
I dunno how many people have for some reason painted me as some sort of scary default bad guy when I'm just vibing in my own corner, but I literally would have helped or at least tried to if someone had simply asked. Hell I would have probably shared the raw art file if you asked me. But you didn't. You chose this route instead for some reason.
I know Im not the best at explaining things, and sometimes I'm hard to contact cuz I do have a full time job with fucked up hours, I can't be here 24/7. But my God.
For the record, the mod is probably conflicting with the AMM file that's called a Dino tattoo fix that I have no idea what it even does. I've tried to figure it out but I genuinely don't know.
Literally a rework of that fix is somewhere on my long ass to do list anyway cuz I know theres issues working around the way the UVs stretch.
#what the actual fuck???#text post#im literally posting from mobile cuz i have back to back 8.5 hour close to open shifts#ive been trying to figure out wtf is going on while not even being able to have time to hit my laptop#statement#i had to say something cuz im not bout to be fucking dragged for something i didnt do
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@tinnike 31 days idol challenge
Paul's edition
Day nine - favorite music video outfit. I tough this one is going to be easy, but them I started watching all official videos again. This one! No, that one! Or maybe the other one... They have such amazing outfits in their videos.
But in the end, my favorite one is this cyber look from Angst. It is kind of personal. My friends and I, we have cyber post apocalyptic festival and this is how it looks like. Neon, UV, cyber masks, dystopian clothes. So, I was absolutely excited to see them like this.
Photos found on Rammstein instagram
This dirty, cheeky, mischievous little dwarf stole my heart many years ago. He looks absolutely amazing in this outfit, plus it has many small details. I also like how they went beyond with the black painting, the story how very next day they had to fly to another country, still pretty much covered with it, make my still laugh.
Screenshots from Sonne making of (which is my favorite making of, it gave us so many amazing moments)
This outfit suits Paul so much. He looked so stunning in it. It has so many amazing details, Adieu inscription, pins, scarf, facial tattoo and also I love fact that he has his own shoes, which we can see in many photos from his everyday life. He looks just perfect.
Screenshots from Adieu video
Feeling B - Space Race as bonus =D Look at these babies!
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Oliver's challenge @derwahnsinn
Schneider's challenge @cynoodn
Richard's challenge @kitthefox
Till's challenge @singfurmich
Flake's challenge me =)
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Hello this is an image I made for Unvale's UV In Space event
this is an AU where my scientist characters are selected to live on a space colony on the furry planet (Cerritulus)'s nearest neighbour (Aarhos)
featuring:
Damien who is doing some exercise because it is very important to maintain muscle mass in space
Helga who is um idk looking at a spreadsheet or something
Caliburn (green cat) is inspecting her genetically modified crops
Sammy (pink cat) is admiring Caliburn's work
Fenrir (fox with tattoos) and Bjorn are performing chemical analysis on a rock sample (totally a two-person job)
Zenith (dark blue dragon cat) is piloting the drone
Jake (light blue dragon cat) is climbing up the tower to do some repairs
and Noon (Siamese cat) is broadcasting a message back to Cerritulus
there is a story that I was planning to tell through images, but this took all of my time so I'll just summarise:
so I'm this AU, two of my characters (Beetle - Jake and Bjorn's daughter in canon - and Scorpio - a ghost who takes over Sammy's body in canon) are now Aarhos-native creatures who the scientist discover, who can control people through little parasitic worms. Space!Scorpio is Space!Beetle's parent. Jake finds Beetle alone in the wasteland and takes her back to the base. He and Bjorn look after her. Meanwhile Scorpio is looking for her. Sammy gets a bit curious and gets brain worms. They manage to hide their condition for a few weeks while they slowly decay and become easier for Scorpio to pilot. When the rest of them realise what happened, Sammy is completely dead. Bjorn tries to subdue them but the brain worms spray him with acidic worm egg juice. Bjorn goes into a feverish state as the worms incubate and take over his body and he has to be bound to a bed. Jake realises he has to let go of Beetle to end the torment so he goes over to Scorpio's lair and trades Beetle for Bjorn's life. Over at the base, the others are relieved to see the brain worms fall out. But then Caliburn appears and shoots Beetle because she wants to get rid of the 'aliens' to make room for the furries. Jake shoots her in retaliation, killing her outright. However Scorpio is enraged at their child being injured and Jake realises they have to get out fast. So he starts legging it back to the base and orders the rest of the team to get into the rocket and start the take-off sequence. He gets back to the rocket at the very last second and they leave, never to go back.
#uv in space#art#oc art#au#space au#furry art#furry anthro#anthro furry#space age#artists on tumblr#oc: damien#oc: helga#oc: caliburn#oc: sammy#oc: fenrir#oc: bjorn#oc: zenith#oc: jake#oc: noon#oc: beetle#oc: scorpio
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🎃✨ Halloween 2023 ✨🎃
{ Day 9 }
|No One Can Hear You Scream|
- A Tattoo Set -
Inspired by
🎃✨Ridley Scott's ALIEN✨🎃
Hey chooms! Sorry for the late posts; keeping up with the daily mods is quite the task! But I'm here with Day 9!
I'm a huge fan of the original ALIEN movies, the first in particular. So of course I had to do something for Spooky Month.
So here we are, with two tattoo sleeves. One with more of a fitting Space theme, and one with a 90s tribal tattoo aesthetic.
They are both available for Both Vs, using these bodies:
- VTK body.
- Gymfiend body.
- Hyst bodies.
- KS UV bodies.
Nexus Link: It's Game Over, man! Game over!
#cyberpunk mod#cyberpunk modding#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk#cyberpunk mods#meltingangels mods#modding#mods#nexus mods#mod#halloween#alien#xenomorph
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Gaëlle Choisne
Safe space for a passing History _ Nour tattoo, 2023, Plywood, glazed ceramic, mesh rib, gems, ephemeral tatoos, coin, cori, uv printing, collage, painting, 8 1/2 × 7 × 2 in | 21.6 × 17.8 × 5.1 cm
Marie-Jeanne Lamartinière, 2023, Remains of wooden crates from the 5th New Museum Triennial (Soft Water Hard Stone), prints, resin, pencil, acrylic, nail, clay, 15 3/10 × 27 1/5 in | 38.9 × 69.1 cm
Safe space for a passing History _ 778, 2023, Plywood, glazed ceramic, mesh rib, gems, ephemeral tatoos, coin, cori, uv printing, collage, painting, 8 1/2 × 7 × 1 1/2 in | 21.6 × 17.8 × 3.8 cm
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Find the Word Tag
tagged by @drabbleitout to find Restaurant, Pat, Tough, Stress, Fever, and Lift! thank!
cw: blood, dead body, drug mention, overdose mention, violence, stalking
from The Most Beautiful Puzzle:
restaurant:
“One of Dona’s people caught him lurking around the area.”
You don’t have to ask who ‘him’ is. You can’t swallow. Your throat and chest burn with hot panic.
“Okay,” you say, soft, like if you agree to this stupid game you can stop and go home.
“His officer confronted him and he ran off. She was already out of the car and he was on foot, so she chased after him. She doesn’t know if he has a weapon, but if he does, he hasn’t pulled it yet.”
You want to bury your face in your hands but you have to keep driving. Quick, gasping inhale, hot, sharp exhale. Oh god oh god you’re going to start hyperventilating–
“When you say in our area, where do you mean?”
Josselin is quiet for a moment.
“Josselin!” you shout, and you immediately hate yourself when he shrinks into a little ball and pulls away.
“He was trying to break into the restaurant,” Josselin finally replies.
“JavaThai?” you ask, as if there’s any other restaurant that matters.
He nods.
pat pet:
[Josselin] gestures at the dining room table and says, “I made a copy on my way home and dropped it off downstairs, and since the post office was next door I grabbed you a change of address form. I don’t know what you had down before, but I figured, if you were living with him, you wouldn’t want your mail going there. Just to be safe.”
Your smile falters a little, and his brow furrows.
“Was that bad?” he asks, eyes going wide with panic. “Did I overstep a boundary? I overstepped a boundary. I’m sorry, I was just--”
“No, no.” It comes out a relieved laugh. “I just. I didn’t expect you to be so thoughtful. I didn’t know if you’d want my mail coming here.”
Josselin’s shoulders relax and he smiles as he cleans water out of his other ear. The smudge on his wrist is still there, and you realize, it’s actually a tattoo, just in a font you can’t read from any distance. Crackerjack paws at his leg and he leans down to pet her.
He has a tattoo of a sunflower between his shoulder blades, too.
“That’s a really pretty tattoo.” You don’t plan to say it. But it’s true.
tough hard:
“I thought blood didn’t glow under UV--” you begin.
He flicks the light off.
“It turns black,” he interrupts.
“Some narcotics glow, too,” Josselin continues.
“Over here,” the Inspector says. He gestures at the space right before the lockers start, and there on the wall is a black smear of blood. Josselin takes the light and steps closer. The Inspector rolls his eyes and you shrug. You can’t see the smile on his face, but his eyes crinkle a little, and he hikes an eyebrow at you. What have you gotten into?
“This just looks like a scrape,” Josselin says. In the air, he traces the line without touching it. “Like maybe her cheekbone was knocked against it.” Below it is a spatter of neon. “And here, that’s probably where her mouth hit. Saliva, right?
“We took swabs and have them in the lab right now,” the Inspector says. “Look down at your feet.
Josselin does, and so do you, and that’s when you see it; thin, scrappy trails of smeared black splotches along the floor.
Josselin kneels down to get a closer look. He turns this way and that, and when he’s finally happy with his position, he puts one hand out, fingers splayed, above the stains.
“These are from her nails,” he murmurs. “Whoever did this jumped her in here and dragged her out.” He continues to examine the stains, and after a moment, he whispers, “Oh, you fought so hard. You fought so hard.”
stress:
When you get back to the car, the first thing you do is fish your phone out of the compartment in the door.
Fifteen texts, two messages, a Discord notif. You flinch in preparation and get ready to delete.
Thankfully you look at the name twice, because it’s all from Danny. The most recent message is a text that says Meara please are you ok?? I’m so sorry if you’re just napping or something but ever since your ex came into my store to look for you I’ve been paranoid that he’s gonna find you
Oh, shit.
You start up the car so you can roll down the windows a little and you call him back.
“You can’t--” Josselin starts, and you interrupt.
“I’m not gonna drive until I’m done talking, okay?”
Some of the stress melts from his face and he nods. You could drive if you put it on speaker, but even though there are moments where it doesn’t feel like it, you did just meet Josselin, and you want to have some semblance of privacy while he’s in the car with you.
Danny picks up before even the end of the first ring.
fever heat:
The coffee pot burbles to life behind you as the water reaches the appropriate heat. After another long, slow, measured sigh, the Inspector looks up at you with a soft smile.
“Thank you,” he says. He turns to Josselin and says, “As for your question, I… may have said some things that the Chief was offended by, so I’ve been put on desk duty for two weeks. That can be done from home. If it were under any other circumstance I would go in, but with Covid being what it is, I’d rather stay here with Pascal. He gets sick easily. I don’t want to put him at risk if I don’t have to.”
A slow grin spreads across Josselin’s face.
“Keep your phone powered on and in the house at all times for the next two weeks,” he says. “If you have to leave the house, take my phone. You can call from it as much as you want.”
The Inspector turns to him with a wry smile.
“Are you telling me you want me to keep my metadata as close to home as possible?”
Josselin’s smile softens. “Well, I didn’t say that.”
“You’re right,” the Inspector says. “You absolutely didn’t.”
lift:
The floor drops out from under you and your head whirls. You’re going to vomit. You’re going to cry. You’re going to hope against hope against hope that they listen to the Inspector and keep him locked up.
But he’s so charming, and wealthy, and manipulative, and he always gets everyone to turn against you and do everything he wants. You want to hope but you’re so, so afraid to.
Josselin turns toward you when you don’t respond, and he says, “We’ll take care of it.”
You’d almost forgotten that he’s basically a mind reader. He hasn’t done any of his investigative parlor tricks these past couple of days because he hasn’t needed to. But he can clearly read your thoughts, because he continues, “We’re not going to let him manipulate his way out of this one. Okay? Breaking and entering at the same location twice within forty-eight hours? They’ll keep him locked up this time.”
The floor lifts back under your feet. They stick to the hardwood like your tongue sticks in your mouth. You don’t move.
The Inspector is still intermittently talking on his radio. A deep, bass voice is on the other end, that sounds a little like Danny’s dad. It’s impossible because Danny’s dad and mom run an import/export business together, but the familiarity is enough to bring your brain back into your skull.
One step, two steps. After three, your feet finally unstick and you manage to get yourself to the couch. You plop down by Josselin’s feet. Familiar rumbles a little as he sits, but curls back up and headbutts his chest as he settles back down.
What do you say? What do you do?
tagging @helenofsmoke @drippingmoon @neoncherryblossom @lena-rambles to find love, inspire, twist, stress, and rescue if you want! (I found most of you on a post of people looking for tag games, if you don’t want me to tag you in the future just ask!)
#writeblr#my writing#find the word tag#writeblr tag games#amwriting#excerpt#wip#the most beautiful puzzle#sheraton academy#sheraton academy au#josselin clearwater#meara ryanne#sara quill#donatien montague#inspector montague#danny yazdi
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idk about this one:
i didnt come to fall in love
i didnt come all this way just to fall in love
why keep good for better
but now i feel like falling in love
this citys so large its falling apart
i feel strange and unsafe
even if i came for tattoos and scars
now i must feel myself falling in love
i k ow u want suffering for yourself and everyone else
ud do it uve done it for me its just never feels intentional
wrapped in a struggle for pleasure and pain
i know what u want i too want to feel safe
this oxys like a gold rush
but i know its all pain
striking dissonance when
its so prominent and vague
behind a mist of tears
is a dam full of vain
u like me right? its only ten minutes left
i was drawn to all the bad things about u
u shouldve drawn them down my back
ten seconds left yea i like u too isabel
my brains all fog no air left to live
no oxygen so i become sth else
my thoughts are all static
i can never touch them
but ur touch is so static
making me urs again
maybe we can just kill ourselves
maybe well kust kill ourselves
u might kill me
personally u couldve killed me right then
theres nothing in this space
cables hanging out the walls
ceramic tiles old and dark
gas from the stove
nothing here between us,
like animals were not,
except falling in love
on a drift so fast it chsnges it all
like perspective and mind
like love and illusion like
coming close or being far
like falling apart
like loving u loving us or loving s farce
i told u at least get angry at me
i wanna miss u
pls let me miss u at least
its me and my slow songs
at least get angry at me
let me be angry at least
maybe u can just kill me
if u wont touch me
if ur gonna say nothing
at least u could just kill me isabel
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The ethereal flames that a Kitsune can create, either if their transformative or Healing Magicks utilize it, or once they have their sixth tail, emit light similar to UV light. It has all the visual effects of UV light, allowing things that are only visible under UV to be seen, without any of the health risks.
Kyuushi’s skin is clear, for the most part, but she does have a few tattoos. The most important one, to her, and the first she ever got was of her Mother, eyes closed, with a soft smile. The tattoo itself is not all that big, and it’s normally hidden under her hair due to being at the base of her neck, on her back (between the top of her shoulders). She’s decided that, if she ever gets to see what her Father actually looks like, she will have his face added over and behind her Mother’s, with a similar expression, so that they can be together again in a way.
She has one other tattoo, one across her upper back along the shoulders mostly, which is a field of beautiful white flowers across a lightly hilled landscape. At the center of which stands a mound with an old, broken, rusted device shaped like a pickaxe in the distance. This is a visual of the Garden of the Flowers of Resilience in the Fourth Layer of the Abyss below Orth.
However, she does have a number of UV tattoos that are normally invisible. Most notable of which being an addition to the tattoo of the Garden across her upper back, which when lit with UV Light or by her Ethereal Flames, will show the field lit aflame. Having witnessed one of the hands of the Sovereign of Dawn torch the field due to an infestation.
The rest of these invisible tattoos she has are of individual things which are to mark parts of her life. For the most part, they’re still just along her back, running the space between the tattoo of the Garden, and where the root of her tails grows from the small of her back.
Her first two of which, are of a Crimson Splitjaw and an Orbpiercer from the Abyss, facing opposite directions. Acting as a sort of border between the tattoo of the Garden and everything else, and marking her encounters with the two beasts. Beneath them, taking up most of the space, is the Rot Fox from the Abyss of Tevyat. The mass beast looming over a smaller figure, the anthromorphic Fox beast made of blood that is Kyuushi’s Blood Demon Art from the Realm of the Hashira. This beast has it’s clawed hands together, holding a heart, marking the foul moment she was protected by a Fox beast and then possessed by it, forced to consume a Mage’s heart. To the left and right of these two beastly features are silhouettes of herself, which are supposed to be representative of being able to multiply herself in the Realm of Heroes with her Quirk.
The left and right sides of her back, below her waist and above her hips, is the last blank space on her back.
The way these UV tattoos are spread out, the smaller spaces between them have her blue ethereal flames filling the gap. She adds more to these tattoos throughout her life, as more remarkable moments occur. Going to a Mythos tattoo parlor on the outskirts of a nearby city that she frequents for groceries and such.
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