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muwapsturniolo · 4 months

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✯FreshLove for the Fit✯

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Summary: Y/N decides to DM Chris after receiving threats and things start to escalate between the two.

Warnings: NSFW content, swearing, mentions of jerking off, titties are mentioned, dildos, masturbation.

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Y/N was dying of laughter.

Two days ago, one of her favorite content creators decided to go on a spam spree and like all of her posts. She was confused, to say the least, then she became flattered.

Now here she is, full-on cackling as she reads the hate comments she's receiving.

12-year-old girls' calling her all types of names and sending death threats, all because Chris Sturniolo was most likely jerking off to her?

It's hilarious.

She starts laughing even harder when she realizes Chris unfollowed her and unliked all of her posts.

She decides to mess with him a little bit and sends a DM on Instagram

Y/I/N

yo, your fans are cray asf. you need to tell them to leave me tf alone.

Chris's heart dropped when he saw the notification. Y/N was DM'ing him? He hesitantly clicks on the notification and his mouth runs dry when he sees what she said.

He felt like shit.

He isn't dumb, he saw what some of the fans were saying to her online. He thought it was crazy they were sending death threats to her because he was horny and dumb. He decides to respond back.

Christophersturniolo

i feel like shit for the stuff they are saying to and about you. it's not fair at all and I'm sorry.

Y/I/N

LMAO, im playing with you. ion care about these little ass girls. they mad at me because you were horny and jerked your shit to me. shit is funny.

Chris can't help but sigh, and laugh in relief. He really didn't want Y/N to be mad at him.

Christophersturniolo

fuck you had me scared. I'm glad you're handling this well though.

Y/I/N

lmao, i can handle myself very well thank you

Chris finds himself being bold behind a screen.

Christophersturniolo

i like the way you handle yourself.

Y/N smiles and turns onto her stomach, kicking her feet as if she's a schoolgirl texting her crush.

Y/I/N

so i take it you like my content?

She knows he likes it, but she wants to see him admit it. Y/N was a bit cocky, she knows she's pretty as fuck, has a nice body, and that her content is one of the best.

She just likes hearing people say it.

Christophersturniolo

love it actually

Y/I/N

tell me what you love about it.

Christophersturniolo

i love that you wear my brand as your getting off. the way you tweak your nipples through the shirts as you shove the dildo into yourself, chasing an orgasm. i love the way your moans are soft yet so loud at the same time. Don't get me started on your thighs, id love to be in between them all day.

Both of them are staring at their phones, bodies shaking as they take deep breaths. this conversation took a turn none of them were expecting.

Chris can't believe he's talking to a CamGirl who could actually expose this whole conversation.

Y/N can't believe she's even talking to Chris. Hell, she barely has wrapped her head around the fact he enjoys her content.

Christophersturniolo

what would you say if i wanted you to call me

Y/I/N

i would tell you to check my stories tab for prices.

Not even five minutes later, Y/N gets a cash app notification for $200 with the message

"FT me and wear FreshLove."

There's a phone number attached and Y/N is shocked. Her FT prices are only $130 but he sent $200.

She copies the number before pasting it into the Facetime log and pressing the call button.

It rings three times before Chris picks up.

"They look good," both of them think to themselves.

Chris is wearing a pink hoodie that makes Y/N go feral on the inside. Pink is one of her many favorite colors and to see him looking so good laid out in it, she's clenching her legs. It doesn't help that his camera angle is low. She wonders if that's what he would like while his dick is in her throat.

Y/N is in fact wearing FreshLove just like Chris asked (it was more so a demand but that's not the point), and he's trying to contain himself. It was obvious the pink shirt may be a size too small considering it was hugging her chest tightly, allowing her pierced nipples to peak through. His mind is running wild as he imagines fucking her while she's decked out in his brand.

"Hi,"

Chris is shocked when he hears the tone of her voice. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but he didn't expect something so soft and dainty. No wonder her moans sound the way they do.

"Hey..." Chris responds.

"What did you want to call for?" for some reason, Chris is too shy to admit the real reason he wanted to call. How do you tell a girl you only wanted to Facetime, in hopes she fucks herself on her pink dildo so he can jerk off.

"I don't know."

Y/N tilts her head to the side as she looks at him, "I think you know you're just too scared to say it." Her words are taunting,

Chris doesn't like it.

"Not scared to admit anything. I just figured you wouldn't like me telling you to go ahead and grab that pink dildo and fuck yourself for me. I was raised to be a gentleman after all." Chris smirks seeing Y/N get shy. Although her skin is brown, he can tell there's a faint reddish tint to them.

He keeps going, "Don't act all shy, like you don't post yourself online doing the same thing. After all that is how I found you."

Y/N likes being degraded. It's one of the many kinks she has.

"But I won't have you do that, I want to get to know you first."

Y/N is shocked. usually, when she does these calls, the guys automatically demand that she strip and start playing with herself. Although this whole interaction will be transactional, it's a breath of fresh air for her.

The call continues, both of them laughing and talking for more than an hour. The conversations jump from topic to topic. One minute they are talking about music (Y/N was shocked when Chris hadn't heard of Jorja Smith), favorite foods, and movies.

Suddenly Y/N asks a question that's been on her mind, " Why did you send $200 when the price was $130?"

"Because I wanted to" he answers so quick and nonchalantly, it surprises Y/N.

"But you didn't have to, especially if we didn't do anything sexual." When Y/N looks back at her phone, she sees a smirk made its way across Chris's face.

"I have a proposition for you."

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i actually hate this so much but i did want to put out a second chapter 😭 let me know if yall like it or what you want to happen. im very open to suggestions!!!

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samantha-rae-velcher · 10 months

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The club

Reggie Kray x Fem reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, use of a weapon, threats of death, Reggie because Why tf not.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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Y/n sat there on her couch thinking about the last few months, Reggie and her had gotten married 6 and a half months ago and here she is feel lost and unappreciated. He barely comes home, and when he does he goes straight to bed. Sometimes he doesn't even say "I love you."

Y/n was done with being ignored. She was done with Ronnie talking down to her like she was nothing, this had to stop and it had to stop now. She grabbed her coat, making sure she had her two daggers. Y/n marched out of the apartment, down the street, and halfway across town to the club. It was empty all except for, Reg, Ron, Teddy, and a few other men she didn't recognize.

"Reg." Y/n said from across the room.

"Be with you in a minute, love."

"Reggie, please. We need to talk."

"Yeah, well I'm in a meeting." The tone in his voice was some what aggressive, she couldn't tell if it was directed at her or not.

Y/n didn't care at this point, she trudged up to them. Pushing past the hurd of men, surprising Reg with her boldness.

"Nah, right now. You've been ignoring me for weeks, if not months. You stay out late doing god knows what, your brother always looks at me like he wants me to die. Strange men show up at the house, I'm constantly being watched by the police, and when you do finally speak to me it's "I'm in a meeting."

"Jesus, Reg. You gonna let her talk to you like that?" One of the men asked. "I think you should take her home and put this sluts mouth to good use."

Before Reg could do or say anything, Y/n grabbed the man by the back of the neck, and bashed his head off the bar. He stumbled back and went to take out his gun, but she kicked him in his stomach causing him to collide with a bar stool and fall on his ass.

She pulled him up by this tie, holding her dagger to his neck.

"What did you just call me?" She growled.

The man grit his teeth when Y/n pressed the blade harder against his neck, drawing blood.

"You dumb American bitch."

Reg watched as Y/n pressed her dagger into the man's side, his cries filled the club and probably reached the ears of nearby cops. The man laid on the floor whimpering as he attempted to stand.

"You ever call me that again and I'll kill you in the most painful way possible, are we clear?"

This new side of Y/n had the front of Reggie's pants tighten, his heart raced as he watched Y/n's eyes fallow the man while he ran out of the club.

"That's the kind of people you spend your time with?" She asked. "Him over me?"

"Y/n I-."

"You what? You promise to be better? You promise that things will change? You promise you promise you promise? Well guess what! I promise you this Reginald Kray, I promise you that when you get home, I won't be there."

She slid her wedding ring off her finger and set it down on the bar, swiftly leaving the club.

Reg picked up the ring, he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He loves Y/n with everything he is, he never wanted to hurt her.

"Well, sometime it just ain't ment to be." Ron's voice came from behind him.

"Shut the fuck up Ron."

Reg turned, putting the ring in his pocket. He bolted out of the club, looking up and down the street for any sign of Y/n.

When he entered their apartment, she was in their bedroom packing a suitcase. He entered and closed it as she turned back to the dresser.

"You're not going anywhere, luv." He whispered.

Y/n snatched a blouse out of a drawer, walked back over to her case, pushed his hand away and set it inside. Reg watched as she locked it and left the room, she set it by the door and went to grab her gun off the table next to the couch, but he swiped it up first.

"I said you're not going anywhere."

"Try and fuckin stop me, Reg."

With that, he dropped the gun onto the couch, made his way over to her and took her arm in his grasp. Reg pulled Y/n back to the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed, she sat back as he removed his shirt and tie. Reginald pulled her over, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n tried to pull away but his hand came up to the back of her neck, keeping her in place.

"You're not leaving me, Y/n." He growled. "I won't let you."

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"Do you think he's gonna hurt her?" Teddy asked, checking his watch for the 8th time since Reg left.

Ron looked over at him and shook his head.

"My brother? No. He loves that girl too much."

Ted checked his watch again and began tapping his foot.

"Now I know you care about the girl, just stop tapping your fuckin foot." Ron said, pointing his cigar at him.

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"So fuckin beautiful." Reg moaned as he rutted into Y/n, holding her arms down against bed.

"R-Reg please...I'm gonna cum."

He smirked and slowly brought his fingers down against her clit, rubbing tight circles, making her legs tremble and her head fall back against the pillows.

"I-ahh..." She cried out.

"Good girl, that's it cum for me."

Reg picked up his pace, his thrusts angled perfectly so he hit her G-spot each time. His hand wrapped around her neck and gently squeezed, making Y/n close her eyes.

"You like that, huh?" He asked. "You like it when your gangster uses you?"

Reg pressed his head into the pillow, with one last thrust he coated her walls. He rolled over and pulled Y/n into his side, both out of breath, they snuggled together enjoying each others warmth.

"I don't know if I can get Ron to apologize, but I most certainly try." He whispered.

"Ron is Ron, if he hates my guts...let him. He can be a stuck up crazy man all he wants."

"He cares for you."

"Bullshit."

THE END ❤️

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ramshackledtrickster · 3 months

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Thoughts on the tyranny of king Washington dlc?

Not good.

I believe I’ve talked about this before on my blog but I can’t find the posts to link back to rn unfortunately.,,

But uhh I’ll just. Lightning round it real fast

“it’s all a dream” dumbassery

Racism behind the scenes (exclusion of indigenous talent and consultants that were present in the main game, very little care or no usage of the Kanienkehá:ka language, etc)

P much non of the indigenous cast returned except for Noah as Ratonhnhaké:ton. Ziio, Kanen’tó:kon, Oiá:ner… all different people (and all white or non indigenous if memory serves me right. I heard a story where Tiio Horn didn’t even know the dlc was being made until Noah told her at a con)

Killing ziio again for no god damn reason. And Kanen’tó:kon. Oh how about we kill Oiá:ner this time too. All of em died shamefully.

Writing Ratonhnhaké:ton pretty badly,,?? Idc if it’s bc of the weird tea he drank he shouldn’t be an asshole to Kanen’tó:kon and have that go unaddressed

Making him more animalistic and a jerk in general. Like the animal spirit dream segments keep making him run around on all fours n snarling n shit STOP IT

THEY WROTE ZIIO SO BADLY????? She only appears as this big floating head after her death shaming him for drinking the tea and she finally says “you’re no son of mine” JESUS CHRIST???????? This is not my Kaniehtí:io who are you and what did you do to her. No amount of girlbossism is gonna fix this for me

The spirit animals powers and plot … self explanatory (I love how ac3 took efforts to avoid harmful stereotypes and then just mega beamed it into the dlc)

His outfit,,, most of the game is in winter why aren’t u dressed more practically omg. Also I get.. weird vibes from it idk. It low key feels like an excuse to just make him scantily clad eye candy (also they debuffed him a lil which makes me sad. You are dehydrated !!!!)

“Wouldn’t it be wild if George Washington was genocidal good thing he never had the apple irl” hate to break it to you but— (I’m sorry I just. The framing in the game irks me where they treat him being racist as being the result of the apple and that he’s just a misunderstood guy that wants a vineyard or whatever tf he said in the game)

Thomas Jefferson being here and being a good guy. Idk I just. I don’t like it.

It has a salvageable premise,, a reimagined history timeline of a largely indigenous cast rising against a maniacal George Washington that shoots lasers. In the hands of a better crew and artist i think it would have been great and fun but as is.,,

I also like bad end alternate universe stories where someone gets dropped into a world where everything they know is wrong!! Call me silly but. Phineas and Ferb across the second dimension. But no yeah this is awful awful awful despite using a trope I like.

The only good thing I can say about tokw is that it has a great score. Lorne Balfe knocks it out of the park again but no yeah this kinda sucks ass imo. Also Noah’s voice performance really went off here but that’s it.

If I find the posts I talked abt this before in I’ll link it here but yeah. Lucky me that my favorite ac game also has the worst dlc of the entire franchise. And so the monkey paw curled.

Also heads up I’m not indigenous so when I talk abt the more racial stuff here, I’m not speaking from experience but rather what I’ve learned from other people who discuss stereotypes in media and what should be done to allow better representation

Anyways that’s abt it will edit if I find my old posts

#tyranny of king washington #assassins creed #ask to tag #and I say all this bc I LOVE ac3.#why is the dlc so….. hhghhghfg

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imaginationlane · 1 year

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Six Nights In Paris [Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader | Prologue]

Warnings:

Adult Language & Themes, Violence, Death, & [Eventual] Smut.

Rating:

Explicit (18+) [Minors, if I catch you in my notes -- I will block your account from my page.]

Author's Notes:

I cannot fucking believe this character brought me back here. I've been revived from the dead for a sociopathic character with no empathy. Of course, my ass would come running for this walking, talking, red-flag factory. What the hell is wrong with me and why tf am I like this?!

On a side note, this Prologue is a little shorter than what I've written for stories in the past. But we dive into the meat and potatoes of the story in chapter one and it'll be a fairly long chapter that most of you may have been used to from me. So enjoy this reprieve, lol. It won't last long.

Summary:

Winston was out of his element, and it showed. It was rare to see such a proud man fall so far from grace, but he knew I would be one of the very few people left to answer his calls and he was right. According to him, the job was simple: Get to Paris, make an appearance at the Grand Masquerade Ball to celebrate the newly anointed Marquis, and infiltrate his ranks to gather intel on him. After all, the Marquis was rumored to be a ruthless wildcard. The High Table appointing such a man could spell disaster for anyone who happens to get in his way.

But I should have known that nothing ever goes according to plan. In an underworld filled with assassins and spies, it is a certainty that people distrust and use everyone they encounter as a means to their own ends -- and the Marquis and I are no exceptions. Now, as my reputation hangs in the balance, ending up as his newest obsession is, quite frankly, the most dangerous game of cat and mouse that I've ever played with my life, my mind, and my heart.

He had to have known that he was driving me to the point of pure madness. My black polished nails tapped impatiently against the scrapped and marred oak table in front of me as I listened to my burner ring for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Winston was calling again, and God only knew why.

Twelve years of insanity. That's all he brought me since he blew into my life like the gale-force winds of a hurricane all those years ago. And I was still no closer to getting any of the answers I was so desperately seeking from him. This man knew more than he was saying about my past, answers that I couldn't find no matter how hard I tried. For years, he dangled what I wanted from him like a carrot on a string; holding it over my head as if it were something to taunt me with in order to get me to do his fucking bidding.

He had a lot of nerve calling me right now, I'd give him that much.

Part of me wanted to continue to ignore his calls. I owed him nothing and the last I heard, he was excommunicato -- so that would be an automatic death sentence for me if I were caught breathing within a five-block radius of him. The word on the street was that Wintson was out, the New York Conntennital Hotel was deconsecrated and decommissioned, and as for his favored concierge that was glued to his side like a shadow? Well, apparently, Charon took a bullet in the chest for him. It was official: Winston was radioactive and people would drop like flies around him. The message was crystal clear to me: if we all valued any semblance of our shitty existences, we'd stay the fuck away from him.

I could picture him now, sighing dramatically into his phone as he waited for me to pick it up. Had I really become so predictable that he just instinctively knew I was going to answer his call eventually? Of course, I had. Because he knew just how passionate I was for the answers I was seeking from him. For a moment, I continued to wonder about the options that lay ahead of me as I nursed a glass of whiskey in my hand and stared at a Cuban cigar sitting in the ashtray beside me. Twelve years in this business and Winston knows I'll come running whenever he calls. Figures.

Perhaps I really am that predictable. But believing that doesn't soothe the fierce emotions warring with each other deep within the recesses of my mind and soul. I hated being in this position and what's worse was that I hated how I kept doing this to myself.

Screw it, if I'm going to die, I might as well enjoy this fucking cigar while I still have the chance.

Without another thought, I flipped open my phone and placed it to my ear.

"This better be fucking good, because me just answering this phone call will probably put me on the High Table's shit list."

Winston chuckled softly as if mocking my impatience with this situation. "And here I thought you liked it whenever I called you."

My eyes closed momentarily, straining to hold in a tired sigh.

"Before you were excommunicated, sure. But you know as well as I do that me answering any calls from you now puts me at risk," I quipped back. "Now, what do you want Winston?"

He sighed over the other end, knowing my patience was running thin.

"I have a job for you --"

"Go to Hell, I'm not interested."

"If you weren't interested, little Dove, you wouldn't have even picked up your phone in the first place," his smooth baritone was amused at my initial refusal. "Besides, you will be once I tell you that your life is in danger if the new Marquis finds out who you are. Right now, there's a journal on its way to Paris and making its way into the Marquis's hands. A journal, by the way, that belongs to me."

I released a frustrated sigh of my own as I ran my hand over my face.

"I'm failing to see how that's my problem. A lot of people have worked with you in the past. Surely the High Table can understand that," I stated confidently.

Screw the cigar, I'm gonna need a cigarette just listening to him being cryptic as fuck like this.

"Maybe if John had not killed The Elder, then sure. You'd be right. But the new Marquis is pulling out all the stops now and he's on a warpath."

Wait, what did he just say?

"I'm sorry, John did what? I thought John was dead." I question incredulously.

Winston was silent for a moment, absorbing the fact that I sincerely had no idea what the hell he was even talking about. It shouldn't have been surprising for him though. When I'm not handling assignments, I'm dropping off the radar and ignoring the rest of the world until it's time for me to step back into it again. "You didn't know? Apparently, John Wick survived his brush with death at my hands. And it appears that I have a lot to catch you up on. Meet me at the old safe house location in Albany. You know which one I'm talking about, right?"

I hesitated for a minute, but my hesitation was futile. He knew I had agreed to meet him just by picking up the phone.

"Only on one condition."

"Name it, little Dove."

"I know you know who I was before this. For twelve goddamn years, you've kept me in the dark about who I am, what my past was like, how I ended up here -- and you've refused to tell me anything. I want every shred of information you have. No more hiding, no more games. Because if you dick me around again Winston, so help me God... I'll save the High Table the trouble and kill you myself." I stated matter of factly. I was done. The games stopped here or he could find someone else to do his fucking dirty work for him.

Winston remained silent on the other end of the phone, clearly contemplating his next move.

"It's non-negotiable Winston. Do you want help? You wanna stay alive longer than the next day or two? I need my answers, that's my price. You give me what I want and I'll not only meet you, I'll do whatever you need to keep you alive and help you undo the excommunicato. Do we have a deal?"

Sighing heavily to himself, he knew it was over. If he wanted my help, he was going to have to give me exactly what I wanted or he could take his risks with John Wick eventually coming after him.

"You want the information? It'll be yours. Get to the safe house by this afternoon. We've got a lot of ground to cover and time is of the essence," and with that, the other line went dead.

I snapped my phone shut and tossed it carelessly on the table in front of me. For twelve long years, this man used me as a means to an end. The training, the jobs, the marks that have nearly killed me until I killed them first; there was so much blood and death surrounding me that I gave up a long time ago on ever being able to wash my hands clean of it. My only question now, was how the hell did I get here and how come I couldn't remember any part of my life prior to Winston finding me? He had the answers and he sat on them, refusing to tell me anything. Now, I finally had a reason to force his hand in telling me everything.

Snatching up my glass tumbler, I downed the rest of the whiskey and stood up from the table. Plucking up my cigar, I was slightly depressed I wouldn't have a chance to smoke it today. No matter though. When this job was finished and I had every answer in my hands, I'll smoke it then. Besides, if I wanted to make it to Albany by the afternoon, I needed to pack up and leave immediately. Traffic was going to be a bitch anyway, thanks to the fact it was a weekend, so I needed to pick up the pace and hurry.

I wasted little time searching out my backpack and stuffing it with a change of clothes, necessary toiletries, an extra pair of boots, and a selected stash of guns, knives, and other lightweight weapons. Once that was complete, I walked to the front door to grab my helmet, riding gloves, and leather jacket. As soon as I was dressed and ready to ride, I strapped my pack across my back. Depending on what Winston would require for this so-called "job" of his in Paris, I may already have what I need at my French safe house location so it was important that I pack as lightly as I could. After locking up my penthouse, I was opening my garage and climbed on the back of my Black & Silver custom BMW S1000RR motorcycle. I didn't have to worry about too many folks being nosey in this neighborhood, as many of these people had their own secrets to hide anyway.

And as I began to gently coast along the quiet and sleepy neighborhood street on my bike, riding along serenely into the early morning orange rays of the sun, I took one last look around before I turned off that familiar little street and drove forth into a destiny that would change everything for me. __

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textfromthelookout · 2 months

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Did you hear of the news?

I have. :(

Everyone else has their tributes so, here, a summary of my experience with Dragon Ball.

I was in fourth grade art class. A kid had the February 2005 issue of Shonen Jump, back when Shonen Jump was still physically printed here. I recognized Atem on the front cover because the Blockbuster around the corner from our house had DVDs (I think they were DVDs and not VHSs then since I distinctly remember it having a menu and special features) of some of the later episodes of Duelist Kingdom and my brother and I watched them on repeat. So I was like oh, hey, what's this? They make books of that stuff? I don't remember the conversation but the kid ended up giving me that issue, and I took it home with me.

There were a LOT of significant, groundwork things happening in that issue, now that I think about it. We were just beginning to see Sanji truly in action against Pearl. The Dark Tournament was in it's early stages still with Roto fucking around and finding out against Kurama. Sakura shears off her hair in a move that rearranged sexualities the world over. The reason Atem was on the cover was because Yu-Gi-Oh Millennium World was just debuting its first and second chapter. Bleach wasn't even serialized yet. And Dragon Ball, of course, was also there, about a hundred and fifty chapters ahead of everybody else.

Keep in mind that this was my first experience with manga, period. So my very first experience with Dragon Ball opened on this:

and ended on this:

Yeah. Truth be told, at the time Yu Yu Hakusho piqued my interest more than Dragon Ball (a guy fighting with plants? how creative!) but I never did forget these chapters. I thought the art style was so different from the others.

At some point after this, probably between several months and a year and a half, the TV happened to be on one evening when Toonami was airing Dragon Ball Z. Oh hey, I said, I recognize that art, I know those characters. So I hung around and watched some of episode 281. Two things about watching that episode stick with absolute crystal clarity in my mind to this day. Firstly: Buu choking Vegeta out with his arm freaked me the FUCK out as a child. I could not tell you why I had a fear reaction to it but hey, there you go. The second is this:

Specifically I remember 'You died once. If anything happens to you now, you won't exist anymore. There'll be nothing I can do to bring you back.' Not precisely word for word over the years, but Schemmel's tone of voice on this particular lineread. If I had to guess I'd say it was because at that point in my life, uh, death was kinda permanent? So wait, what do you mean died ONCE. Doesn't that apply to everyone?

This still wasn't enough to get me super invested in it though, it just didn't seem like something that would appeal to me that much. So a couple years go by, I don't think about it all that much, and then of course, TFS hits the scene and drops DBZ Abridged. So you know. As a shithead middle schooler with a shithead sense of humor I thought it was the best damn thing since sliced bread. (My biggest character flaw is that I still think a lot of Season 1 is genuinely funny)

And that was really the extent of my interaction with the franchise for the next several years. Say what you will about DBZA but they did manage to put it all together such that someone who had a nonexistent concept of what the original context was could grok it with not a lot of effort. Some time in high school, I think I was around 15, I decided to bite the bullet and read all the manga, as much to increase the funny factor of DBZA as sheerly for the sake of being able to say I had. Stick it to the other weebs, y'know. Now they can't say I didn't know anything about good anime. This was unfortunately at a time when all that was available online were dirty poor-quality scans and questionable translations, but read it I did. I went 'yep, that sure is about what I expected', and proceeded to get on with my life. GT came and went, I looked up and saw Battle of Gods coming out and went 'oh hey that's still a thing huh', kinda was peripherally aware of all the divisiveness of Super as it was happening, didn't really pay it much attention, just stuck to DBZA and quite a lot of wiki-ing.

And then, this time of year about three years ago now, in the middle of conversation with @prophecydungeon, Dragon Ball somehow came up. Something to do with 'Even though I'm not hugely into DBZ's story or whatever Toriyama does have some great character designs' (yes I was referring to Vegeta and Future Trunks at the time, no i will not stop being predictable, yes i am a parody of myself). They eventually brought up the DBS Broly movie and said, and i quote: 'that was a solid 1.5h of unbelievably fun and wacky animation'. Having seen the Gogeta vs Broly part of it on twitter and been like 'damn that animation's kinda off the hook actually, good for them good for them', my response was to be like. Oh word? I've got a spare hour and a half to kill, sure, fuck it, why not, time to watch DBS Broly.

I think that movie was precision crafted to hit me in the hyperfixation, if we're being honest. Opening on a solid 20 minutes of Lore and Worldbuilding and then having most of the rest of the runtime being mindless slobberknocker fun by way of some of the hardest animation flexes ever? I was done for.

In summation. I have been aware of Dragon Ball for a lot of my life, in that its presence was pervasive and enduring as I grew up. I may have been late to the game of actually wholeheartedly enjoying it, but enjoy it I do. Dragon Ball is the roots of a vast tree of anime, and in reading it I began to understand why that is. I respect it for that, and I love it for that. My current fixation may have shifted, but as far as time devoted to one individual thing goes... it took me a year and a half to watch my way through all of the anime and read all of the manga. ALL of it. So there's something good in there, I'd say.

#rip to a legend #text from the mod #tangentially related: i am not actually dead #it's just that between school and my job and the pirate brainrot #(the previous four months of which was feverishly consumed with a 16k word project)#i have had neither time nor impetus to make dragon ball funnies #there is also the fact that my stupid autism brain is still fuming over the website changes #that have fucked up the Aesthetique of the text posts and made them much more annoying to get in a usable form #thus adding steps to what was a simple and comfortable process #and aforementioned idiot dumb brain has not stopped pitching a bitch fit over the inconvenience.#i know it's a stupid hangup. believe me i am fully aware. but there is so little i can do about it #so i am sorry about my long absence. i really truly am.#especially to the asks that have been chillin in my inbox for all this time now #it's just that they're interesting questions that deserve me giving 100% of my brainpower to them ya feel #i want to devote appropriate attention to these little funnies and not phone it in or half ass it LOL

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Henry Creel is Presumed Dead- Right? The TFS Creel Murders Are So Damn Weird, And Henry Broke The Fourth Wall AGAIN

So, in TFS, after the Creel murders happen, Henry shows up for the play, and ends up bumping into Joyce in the basement:

But then when we look at the Creel murders in the show, Henry (who is also 12, not 14), is passed out on the floor & as far as we can tell, doesn’t leave the house.

Which, begs the question: why the hell are the events of the show SO different from the play, and how did Henry’s fake death end up happening when it comes to TFS?

Like, it’s SO different.

Henry ends up monologuing to Joyce in the basement of the school BEFORE the play- but while this happens, Henry is also shown pulling the cloth off of Virginia’s body:

And Victor gets arrested during this scene:

And then Henry later continues talking with Joyce & goes up to the catwalk with Patty.

But this means that Alice and Virginia were already dead when Henry got to the school (which tracks with Patty saying he has blood on his shirt + Brenner saying Henry killed his family):

But if the Creel murders happened before Henry went to the school, then how does THAT work??? After all, all of the papers list Henry/Edward as one of the victims. But Hopper Sr (AND Hopper Jr, who also shows up to the scene) would’ve noticed that Henry’s corpse wasn’t in the Creel house when arresting Victor, and Patty and Joyce both saw Henry at the school after the murders.

So, that means that Joyce, Hopper Sr, Hopper Jr, and Patty all know that Henry wasn’t killed at the Creel house.

So, what do they think happened to him? After all, Patty likely knows that Brenner took him/suspects it but doesn’t know for sure, but we have no idea if she ever told Jim or Hopper Sr or Joyce about that.

It’s weird as hell. And it also makes me wonder about the fact that in the Indianapolis Gazette, it talks about how Victor was found by local Hawkins Police wandering along the side of the road on the early morning after the Creel murders and dropped off at the Creel house again in the morning to find the bodies.

Becayse like I talked about in this post, what we see in TFS re: Victor’s arrest & being arrested by the local police seems to align with him being arrested in the morning. But in the play, it almost seems like this takes place at night, as Henry is down with Joyce on the night of the play while Virginia and Alice’s bodies are shown:

However, the only time that Virginia and Alice’s bodies get shown is when they’re weirdly overlaid with Henry while he’s ranting to Joyce- Henry isnt ACTUALLY at the Creel house, which is what makes the whole sequence so damn weird.

So, theoretically, considering Henry’s weird future powers AND the fact that it’s only the audience (not Joyce) who sees/acknowledges Henry with Alice and Virginia’s bodies, there’s a chance that he was actually interacting with the future versions of the corpses from the morning after the murders/he was witnessing Victor get arrested in the morning after the murders (just like he does in the Edward timeline).

But there’s also the fact that the local cops who arrest Victor in TFS (one of which is Hop Sr) might not be the same cop who’s named as having picked Victor up in the Indianapolis Gazette, as Deputy John Snow is listed but not Hop Sr:

So maybe that wasn’t the Edward timeline after all. Or, maybe it was the Edward timeline, and it was different cops/those two coos that are with Hop Sr picked Victor up & then Hop Sr was called in & arrested Victor. It’s hard to tell, because we don’t know the names of those cops that are with Hop Sr.

My point is: there’s something super mega fucking weird with the TFS version of the Creel murders & specifically the TFS version of Victor’s arrest & the circumstances surrounding Henry’s supposed death.

It’s really hard to pull apart because of that super weird scene of Henry walking around Alice and Virginia’s bodies, and pulling a cloth off of Virginia’s body but seemingly not actually physically being in the Creel house because he’s in the basement with Joyce (which, the thing about him pulling on the cloth also ties into what I talked about in this post re: Henry pulling off Virginia’s dress and how, as a result of doing that, he’s breaking the fourth wall wall & acknowledging that he’s in a play- the scene with the cloth is the same sort of phenomena.)

Which, re: that fourth wall break, what’s EXTRA EXTRA weird here is that while neither Hop Sr or Hop Jr acknowledge Henry’s presence at the Creel house (seemingly because he isn’t actually there & is instead in the school basement with Joyce), Hop Sr DOES look over at Virginia’s corpse right after Henry pulls the cloth off of it:

It’s so damn weird. And the whole “Henry being in the school but also weirdly being in the Creel house” thing likely ties into what I talked about in this post with how basically every location in TFS seems to be Hawkins High (which is EVEN MORE WEIRDER because prior, the Creel house is one of the only locations that was NEVER Hawkins High, but now it is- the following screenshot is during Victor arrest/Hop Sr finding the bodies & the set is clearly Hawkins High)

There’s also the fact that right before Henry does his weird Creel house visit, he talks to Joyce about how he was only hearing voices before, but now he can see them, he can see all of them:

So, while his Creel house visit does seem to be some sort of weird void/astral projection thing, he’s a.) not shown in the void and not using his blindfold and b.) he’s physically interacting with things like the cloth on Virginia and c.) we don’t know when that Creel murders scene is happening, if it’s the night of the murders or the morning after & if Henry’s time travelling and d.) there’s still the whole issue of how Henry’s corpse wasn’t there & how Hop Sr and Hop Jr would’ve known that.

Anyway! I would love to know what the hell is going on!!!

#stranger things #the first shadow #henry creel #creel murders

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nrdmssgs · 4 months

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😿Please-please dont leave Riot sad and desperate. I want a happy ending please. 😿

Ok, here's happy mischievous Riot for you, love!

Part 1 Masterlist Fluff

Summary: Christine 'Riot' Vega (belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot) has a little vacation and Nikolai and Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova show her St. Petersburg.

"Nik, for God’s sake, let go of the poor thing! Get yourself a child and pack them in a thousand layers of clothes!" Olga sighs impatiently, propping her back against the front door.

"I'm not torturing her - just making sure, my little ray of sunshine doesn't catch cold." Nikolai and Christine grin at each other, while he wraps a scarf around her, so that it covers half of her face. "Besides, sokrovishe moye*, you want me to switch to 'getting a kid' routine right now or you're willing to wait till the evening?"

If a gaze could burn through flesh - Nik would already be on fire. It seemed, that every TF Lieutenant, even a former one, got their very own signature death stare. But the overall mood in the room was still jolly, and Christines happy laughter was the best acknowledgement to it.

She was smiling widely ever since Olga calmed her down, Nikolai came back from a meeting and promised Riot, that he'll make his second in command take a day off and spend it with them. Even on the next morning, she looked like a little lantern, lighting up the surrounding space.

On their way to café, Riot planned and executed a full 'drop your friends into a snow pile' operation.

"Captain should have seen this - I could get a raise!" She laughed, while Olga fought her way back on the solid ground and Nikolai held her firmly, not letting her away.

"Stop fighting, feisty thing. Just relax and I'll lift you myself." Nikolai whispered, pressing Zhar closer and ignoring her fruitless attempts to escape.

"You rascal. A scoundrel. Bribed my friend to do that, didn't you?" Every Olgas next phrase was interrupted by a kiss until she gave up and kissed him back.

Riots grin radiated from under the scarf, when Nikolai lifted Zhar and finally let her go.

***

"You two look, like you're planning some world-class heist!" Christine checked, how her friends came out on a photo she took.

"I look like an absolute sweetheart," Nikolai leaned closer to Riot and took a peak at her smartphone "It's my love, who looks like a predator on a hunt every time, she reads the dessert card."

"Christine, how much would you miss this man if-"

"If you two went on a date this evening? I won't miss him at all. Nik? No, never heard of him. Won't miss this lucky bastard at all."

Olga raised her eyes to her friend and sighed. "I was going to ask your permission to strangle Nikolai alive, but... ok, date it is, I guess."

Nik tried to make some commentary about holding the strangling part till they are back home, but Zhars fingers clasped to his shoulder so strong - they became white.

"Ok-ok, before you kill the poor guy - tell me one thing!" Christine smiled enigmatically and tilted her head slightly. "There's one detail about you, nobody from the TF could describe to me. That being, how come you never talked to each other for years of working together before that notorious operation?"

Olga looked lost, as if she tried to form an answer, but couldn't find the right words. Nikolai on the contrary was relaxed and happy and went back to hugging her.

"Well, we actually talked. Twice even. It just never went that well." Zhar broke the silence.

"Whoa, you made jokes about each other? Or shared some memories from Russia? Or straight started a fight?" Riot had so many scenarios in her head, it was a pity, none of them were close to reality.

"No, I. Well, the first one was my bloop, to be honest. But she got me scared!" It was funny to hear, that anyone could frighten Nikolai, but he went on. "I stumbled upon her in the middle of the night, and she pointed the gun at me, little crazy thing! I was lost, so I... I congratulated her with the Chekist day. It was a first thing, that I remembered!"

"Wait, Chekist as the 'Cheka' soviet secret police?... That controlled the society and executed many innocents? Nik, I love you, but were you out of your mind?"

"He was, Christine." Olga nodded eagerly. "And I didn't point my gun at him - he walked on me in the armory, where I cleaned it! I even have a witness - Ghost was there!"

"Oh yes, I forgot, that I got not one, but two side eyes! Very nice of you, guys! Super-friendly, not intimidating at all!" Nikolai moved closer to Riot just in case.

Zhar squinted her eyes unkindly and took a sip of coffee, letting Nik continue his story.

"The second time was purely her fault. I did nothing wrong, I swear!" Nikolai tried to hide behind Riots shoulders, but it wasn't that easy, considering, how much taller he was, even when seated.

"My fault?!" Zhar made another sip and closed her eyes for a moment. "My best friend came back from the mission, we all went to the pub, where this happy face already was..." She glanced at Nikolai. "There, I learn, that Nik dropped my Kyle out of his copter! My friend could have died. It was only natural-"

"It was only natural for you to wait till I go out, pin me to the wall and threaten me?" Nikolai still tried to hide behind Riots chair.

"I explained, what will happen to you, if it ever happens again. And don't play on Christine's nerves as if you are not a full head taller than me. You could push me away at any moment."

"Na-a-a-ah, I bet somebody just got horny and froze to remember every single moment." Riot chuckled, looking back at Nik.

"Horny? Solnushko*, I got terrified! She reeked of beer - this little trouble could have done anything and I couldn't fight back!" Nikolai pouted.

"Just for the record: I reeked of beer because MacTavish couldn't keep his hands still, and his glass of beer ended up on my jeans."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't check, how wet your pants were every time we had an encounter. How ungentlemanly of me. The next time you decide to pin-"

"The next time, I'm taking a bloody rope. And a gag..." Olga stood up and disappeared into the depths of the café.

Riot bent and was now suffocating of laughter. Nikolai patted her back softly.

"There's no way, I can make you not tell this story to others, isn't it?" he asked, half predicting her answer.

Riot couldn't master a single word, so she just shook her head.

"Well, at least, looks like I'll have the best date ever thanks to you." He took the menu. "Now, how about we pick you something sweet? This chocolate Ferrero cake looks nice, mm?"

sokrovishe moye - my treasure

Solnushko - sunshine

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me, last week: really bad idea for a crossover just dropped(lighthearted/not serious)

I rly want to make a tf2 fused into the universe of maximum ride au where they're experiments, but I don't wanna take away their unique backstories (esp medic's evil scientist parents). Maybe they all hate the School bc at different points in their lives they were kidnapped & trained to become soldiers for the school's agenda but they hated being stifled like that so they escaped? Or they were experimented on post-birth (giving them their ridiculous durability/regeneration/"I just put the blood back in!"-ness) but as the school sees it it made them crazy & unstable/unpredictable/unuseable they kind of went "eugh freaky", washed their hands if them, and decided to only experiment on v young infants or embryos from then on? Medic wears his white coat bc he's better & more powerful than the scientists & School that tried to stifle him, as a way of asserting control over them? Anyways this au culminates in them blowing tf out of the school. And maybe the Administrator is the Director, idk?

or they experimented on them/added bird dna & their observations showed no sign of them ever yielding results nor did their data projections so they released them and then they became mercenaries OR that but all the mercs' families are fucking badass/protected & rescued them from the School and kept fending them/off killing their forces to the point where it was actually no longer worth it to keep going after their failed experiments, so they resolved to cover it up if any of their unethical experimentation came to light, and then the experiments became criminals so they were like "oh cool they took away their own credibility" OR the 2nd one and then one day medic accidentally-on-purpose activated the bird dna and now they all have wings and probably hollow bones & need to eat SO much more food but the school never hears of it bc medic has experimented on himself & the team so much teufort's become numb to it(also they're lead poisoned)(also in this au & every 1 of my interpretations of tf2 some1 tells soldier a communist poisoned the water w lead & they're trying to fix it but until then he has to drink bottled water, and then he doesn't get lead poisoning bc they're his friends they wouldn't do that to him). So they're like late bloomers with have way more bird features than the flock: taloned feet & hands, hard nose connected to upper lip or just beak lips, tails, feathers on parts of faces, etc it would be SO funny if what activated the bird genes was when he gave them all bird heads. and then they were confused when the bird wings didn't match up with their bird heads ljhgkjd

and maybe the mercs faked their deaths (or really died & medic brought them back) in the like 80s or 90s & then came back around once their grapevine told them abt the school experimenting (spy backstory-ing/exposition-ing is how they find out??) and just blow up the school and free the experiments (not in that order lol) or the flock keeps getting tracked & randomly protected by the mercs & the school is like "!?!?!" while the flock is like "???"

And the flock does Not trust them but they're also like The Enemy Of My Enemy is my Ally, y'know?

The School: we have to find the key to immortality with [fang]'s genes Administrator, Medic tf2: i can't believe ur dumbass died AGAIN that's the fifth time this WEEK-- like the meme abt Engie inventing teleportation before cave johnson & the half life guys

#tf2 #maximum ride #tf2 in maximum ride verse au

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"World on Fire"

a/n: we're getting close to some angst now so everybody look tf out. This bit takes place in the minutes after all the Russian warehouse holdings explode and the aftermath of the attack. While Matt tries to get information out of Vladmir and avoid the cops, Natalie desperately tries to get in contact with him and the gang as well as her niece and sister-in-law.

warnings: Mention of terrorism, mention of death, funeral, loss of a parent, loss of a sibling. Mention of difficult home life. Mention of bombs, explosions, violence.

The smell of roses could only halfway cover the lingering stench of smoke that covered New York City, creating an uncomfortable mixture of scents that really just reminded Natalie more of death.

The sound of sniffling reached her previously numb ears as she stood in front of the dug grave. The dark stained wood of the casket glared back up at her like a taunt, reminding her of what was inside. The white rose tucked between her cold fingers felt more like a brick now. With slow, shuffling steps she approached the open grave, fingers shaking as she gently dropped the bloom onto the dark coffin. Where her half brother now rested.

She stiffened just a little when Eleanor stepped up beside her, looking at her own rose thoughtfully.

“Kate wants to learn archery.” She murmured softly, not looking up from her hands. “She says she needs to protect us.”

Natalie sniffed sharply, burying her hands in her coat. “What did you tell her?”

“That it’s my job to protect us.” Eleanor said coldly, finally looking up at Natalie. Gaze unreadable. “That donor that took on your loans…” She swallowed hard. “Derek never knew how to fix your relationship. You’re ten years younger, different mother… I think he always resented your mom a little after his parents divorced.” Eleanor tossed her rose harshly into the grave. “For him, fixing things meant paying for your dreams.”

Natalie looked at Eleanor, brows furrowed in question. “Eleanor, what are you saying?”

“Because he paid for you dreams, I don’t know if Kate will get to live hers.” She hissed, tears brewing in the corners of her eyes. “We’re in debt, Natalie. I’m going to do everything to pull us out of it but it was Derek who put us here. Because he loved you.”

Natalie felt tears start to roll down her face, her bottom lip wobbling dangerously. “Eleanor, please, I’m-“

“Don’t apologize.” Eleanor stopped her, turning away from her again to look at Kate sitting with some adjacent uncle. “Don’t say anything.” She sighed heavily. “I’m not going to keep you from seeing Kate entirely, Derek wouldn’t want that. But things have to change.” Eleanor shook her head thoughtfully. “We need some space. To heal, and to get back on our feet.”

“Eleanor, please, I can help fix this. I’m interning at a good firm, they’ve talked about a job offer. I can help.” Natalie started as Eleanor began to walk away.

Eleanor turned sharply, staring Nat down with a gaze that looked so hollow Natalie stopped in her tracks and simply stared, tears still falling.

“Every time I look at you…” She spoke lowly. “All I see are Derek’s mistakes. The mistakes that put me and my daughter where we are today.” Natalie sobbed quietly, “I can’t look at that more often than I have to.” Eleanor hardened her tone, turning back away from Natalie. “I have to look at my daughter first.”

Nat was jolted from her uneasy sleep by the sound of distant and muffled explosions, at first she thought it was thunder, until she saw the bloom of orange light over Matt’s blankets.

Scrambling out of the bed, she scampered over to the window, eyes scanning the smoky horizon. So far she counted three fires. Three separate plumes of smoke rising over the skyline. While she watched, another bomb blew, sending flames and debris high into the air. Without thinking she turned, running around the flat looking for her phone. Shaking out her jacket, her pants… Until she found it tucked under her purse on the sofa. Eleanor, Kate, Matt, Foggy, Karen, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate… Her name overpowered all the others racing through her mind in that moment. She had to make sure Kate was alright.

Without thinking she dialed Eleanor, waiting impatiently for the phone to ring. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six… 12 times the phone rang and her heart jumped at the click over the line only to fall tragically at the sound of her sister-in-law’s recorded voicemail.

“Shit.” She whispered, pacing back and forth over Matt’s wood floors, her bare feet thumping softly, so like but also unlike her heartbeat. Strong and frantic rather than steady and consistent. “Eleanor, please, something’s going on in Hell’s Kitchen, I’m worried about you and Kate please call me back.” She swallowed hard. “I need to know you’re okay.” She ended the call with a shaky finger, dialing her niece’s phone next.

It rang, again, 12 times before an automated voicemail touched her ears and she almost threw her phone in frustration. “Kate, honey, please call me back. Tell your mom it’s important, and stay inside if you can, okay?” She ended the call again, opening Foggy’s contact next, which also sent to voicemail. With a small sob of frustration, she left him a similar message, and another one in Karen’s.

With a soft cry she threw her phone as hard as she could, the device bouncing off the back cushion of the sofa and landing with a muffled thud on Matt’s rug. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” She chanted, pushing her fingers through her hair frantically.

“Please, please, please…” She ran to her phone, dialing one last time. Matt’s phone. As she listened to the emotionless dial tone of it ringing, she heard a soft voice from the bedroom and her heart dropped into her feet.

She wandered slowly back to the nightstand, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes as she came face to face with Matt’s phone, vibrating gently on the small side table.

“Shit.”

In five minutes Natalie was out the door to Matt’s building, weaving between panicked bodies on the sidewalk and tucking her chin into her coat. She was somewhere between running and speed-walking, barely keeping track of the street signs and only looking up when she wasn’t sure which corner she was on. By the time she reached Park Avenue, she was running, counting doors and looking at the walls of windows until she found the familiar building, stopping in front of the door man who tipped his head and let her in. She thanked him quickly and nearly raced to the elevator, trying to comb some of the stray ash out of her hair.

When she reached the top floor she knocked urgently, staring at the knocker, her dusty shoes, the carpet, anything but the door itself, nearly dreading but also near begging it to open.

It finally did nearly four minutes later, and she almost broke down into sobs of relief at seeing her young niece holding the door open for her.

“Oh my God, Kate.” She sighed, feeling something in her chest give at seeing her safe and alive.

“You said to stay inside.” The girl said quietly, opening the door fully to rush out and hug her ash-covered aunt. “Aunt Nat, what’s going on?”

“Just an accident downtown, I got worried.” She soothed, trying to catch her breath. She resigned herself to fail when she saw Eleanor Bishop round the corner to the entryway.

“Kate, who-“ She paused, registering Natalie in the doorway. “Natalie, what happened to you?” She strode over to the other two girls, taking in her sister-in-law’s disheveled appearance.

“Can I come in?” She choked, holding back her tears, still coming down from the adrenaline at seeing they were okay.

“You ran here?” Eleanor scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “Hell’s Kitchen is a mile and a half away!”

“I had to make sure you and Kate were okay.” She said by way of explanation, taking a deep pull from the wine Eleanor had given her. “I saw the bombings and I got so scared-“

“Bombings?” Eleanor’s eyes widened. “Shit, Natalie you shouldn’t have left your apartment!”

“I didn’t know how many there were or how far they were spread and I couldn’t get to your phone-“ She shook her head, trying to calm her breathing. “Eleanor I was so scared something had happened to you two. I just needed to see that you were okay.” She downed the rest of the wine and pushed the cup away. “I can leave, I don’t want to be a problem-“

Eleanor met her as she stood, a hand on either of her shoulder. “Hey, stop.” The older woman spoke softly, drawing Natalie’s attention. “There’s no way you’re going back there tonight.” Natalie dropped her head, closing her eyes tightly. “Look, I know we’ve had our differences, okay? But you’re still family. Mine and Kate’s.” Eleanor swallowed, leaving her shoulders to awkwardly grip her hands. “Just stay here for tonight. The fires should be mostly out by morning and it’ll be safer to travel. The police are going to be reeling, it’s going to be chaos out there.”

Natalie nodded absently along to what she was saying, the energy that had allowed her to get to the penthouse had faded fast, leaving her limbs feeling like lead.

“I’ll get you set up in one of the guest rooms for the night.” Eleanor hummed softly. “Have another glass if you want, you look like you need it.”

“Thank you.” Natalie whispered, watching Eleanor turn to leave.

Eleanor paused, glancing at Natalie sadly over her shoulder. “It’s what Derek would do.”

Unable to sleep, Natalie had resorted to watching whatever news coverage she could find on the bombings. Nothing concrete had come out yet.

She sat up straighter at a grainy photo from what looked like a security camera, a slightly familiar black silhouette appearing in it.

“This was taken just moments after the explosions that stunned Hell’s Kitchen earlier tonight, pulled from a security camera.” The newswoman droned on, and Natalie cupped a hand around her mouth in shock. Matt. That was Matt. “Authorities believe this man is responsible for the bombings, possibly as a part of an ongoing feud with the Russian Mob.”

“Oh my God…” Natalie whispered, only breaking from her trance when her phone started to ring, piercing the quietness of the room in the wake of the newsreel. She didn’t recognize the number but she had a guess of who he was. “It’s you isn’t it?” She whispered into the phone.

“Natalie, where are you?”

“I’m safe. I’ve been trying to reach you, Foggy and Karen for hours!” She snapped, throwing the covers off the guest bed and standing from the plush mattress. “Matt, they’re saying on the news… They’re saying you killed those cops, that you bombed those buildings…”

“No it was Fisk. It was all Fisk.” He panted, he sounded tired, like he’d been running. Or fighting.

“Matt what’s going on out there?”

“Natalie I need you to listen to me very carefully.” He broke her off, the sound of sirens filling the air around them. “Stay somewhere safe, never say his name. Don’t let on to anyone that you know anything about this.”

“Matt, stop.” Natalie broke him off.

“For what it’s worth, if I don’t get to talk to you again…” He sighed heavily. “Knowing you has made me better. You made me better.”

“Matt-“ The line clicked. “Matt! Fuck!” She dropped the phone on the bed and fell to her knees, staring at the beige covers in front of her until a single resolution entered her mind. She shuffled closer to the bed on her knees, folding her arms and hands in front of her and bending her head, creating a soft space for her to exist in. It wasn’t a church. It wasn’t a pew. It wasn’t even a confessional booth. But it was hers, and it was God’s. That was all that mattered.

“May the Father command it,” She prayed, remembering a specific Litany from school growing up. “May the son arrange it, and may the Holy Spirit appease the hearts of those who are against us.” She squeezed her fingers together so hard they hurt. “Come, Holy Spirit, enlighten the hearts of those who can favor us and those who may help us.” That line she would repeat ten times. But even after the first she could feel the way some of the pain was chipped off of her soul.

Across town, Matt raised a hand to his lips, holding his crucifix between his fingertips, the chain still around his neck but the pendant pulled from underneath the shirt. “Come, Holy Spirit, enlighten the hearts of those who can favor us and those who may help us-“ Vladimir looked at him skeptically, but Matt paid him no mind. Whispering a prayer over himself for what was to come. A prayer for Natalie, too.

a/n: little bit of a shorter chapter today. I'm easing back into posting as I've had quite a rough few weeks health wise. More Catholicism in this chapter too. This story isn't at all a story about Catholicism or glorifying it as a whole, but Natalie's faith is a huge part of her character and it plays a large role in her and Matt's relationship. I myself am not Catholic, but rather a denomination more similar to Protestant Christianity. I don't identify with this term particularly but it's the closest way to describe it. Most of the research for Matt and Natalie's practice has come from my own research and studying as well as friends who were raised Catholic. I by no means support any of the wrongdoings or problematic behaviors of the Catholic Church.

As always special thanks to @abucketofweird @sunflowersandsapphires and @madschiavelique for their continued support in this story, and if you would like to be added to a taglist please leave a comment below! If you liked this chapter please consider leaving a note or a comment, reading people's thoughts about this story always warms my heart.

Thank you for reading, and have a good day/night whatever time it is!

- Sybil :)

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welcome-to-my-bullshitery · 1 year

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Things that i've noticed that no one ever talks about in LoTR

This is a huge post by the way so im putting it under a cut

you have been warned

TFotR - Book 1

'A day or two later a rumor (probably started by the knowledgeable SAM) YES. SAMWISE GAMGEE. OUR LITTLE CINNAMON ROLL STARTED A RUMOR. idk it's so funny to me

The entire paragraph about hobbits and gift giving is too ADORABLE.

Bilbo put INSTRUMENTS in PARTY CRACKERS. AND LIKE NEW ONES.

Bilbo calling Gandalf 'an interfering old busybody'

Bilbo: "You'll keep an eye on Frodo, won't you?" Gandalf: "Two eyes as often as I can spare them."

All the gifts Bilbo gave out and they all had meaning AND ITS ADORABLE

Lobelia, to Frodo: "...you're no Baggins - you - you're a Brandybuck!" Frodo: "Did you hear that Merry? That was an insult if you like." Meriadoc (Merry) BRANDYBUCK: "It was a compliment, and so, of course, not true."

Gandalf, shoving his head through Frodo's WINDOW: "If you don't let me in, Frodo, I SHALL BLOW YOUR DOOR RIGHT DOWN YOUR HOLE AND OUT THROUGH THE HILL."

That one Hobbit who had seen Ents IN CHAPTER TWO. HAL. HAL SAW ENTS AND IT WAS MENTIONED IN CHAPTER TWO. TWO.

"Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?" GANDALF. WHAT THE FUCK.

Sam, freaking tf out about just being caught 'dropping eaves' by Gandalf: "DON'T LET HIM HURT ME MR. FRODO!" Frodo, hardly able to keep from laughing: "He won't hurt you."

Sam being all excited about being able to go on the adventure and then he just. bursts into tears. like.

Gildor (AN ELF) calling Frodo ELF FRIEND. ITS TOO CUTE.

Frodo, in elvish: Thanks for the food :). The Elves: HERE IS A JEWEL AMONG HOBBITS

Pippin just flat out saying he didn't want to leave Frodo any food but Sam insisted.

Frodo, about who's taking a bath first: "Eldest or Quickest first? You'll be last either way PIPPIN." GEE

Pippin, talking about Sam: He would jump down a dragons throat to save you, if he did not trip over his own feet." GEE

The ridiculous bath song. And it's Bilbos favorite. Of course it's ridiculous if it was Bilbos favorite.

Gandalf, writing in a letter to Frodo: If he forgets, I shall roast him. Frodo, four seconds later: He deserves roasting.

Sam getting mad at Ferny or someone and throwing an apple at him. AND AFTER IT KNOCKS THE IDIOT FERNY SQUARE IN THE FACE AND HE FALLS DOWN CURSING SAM JUST GOES "Waste of a good apple." AND KEEPS WALKING.

Sam, an intellectual: "What do they live on when they can't get hobbit?" AND REFUSED TO CALL THEM THEIR ACTUAL NAME AND JUST CALLS THEM 'NEEKERBREEKERS' BECAUSE ITS THE SOUND THEY MAKE

They found the trolls from The Hobbit. About the middle of Chapter 12, Flight to the Ford. The whole group thought they were real until they saw they were actually stone.

Frodo, after discovering more about Sam: "He'll end up by becoming a wizard - or a warrior!" Sam: "I don't want to be neither." OF COURSE YOU DON'T YOU JUST WANNA LIVE IN THE SHIRE AND GARDEN ALL YOUR LIFE. OH SAM.

TFotR - Book 2

At the very beginning of chapter 1 - PF COURSE SAM WAS ALWAYS THERE AND OF COURSE HE HAD TO BE TOLD TO GO AWAY AND REST. YOU ADORABLE LITTLE SHIT.

Frodo calling the Big People 'Big and rather stupid' Accurate though.

Sam holding Frodo's hand and then blushing and thEN JUST SAYS 'It's warm! Meaning your hand, Mr. Frodo. It has felt so cold through the long nights!" SAM YOU GAY LITTLE SHIT I LOVE YOU.

Aragorn: Gollum is safely kept by the Elves of Mirkwood. Legolas: *sweats*

Elrond, to Sam: "It is hardly possible to separate you from him (Frodo) even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not!" Sam, blushing (ITS SAYS IT IN THE BOOK THE LAST SENTENCES OF COUNCIL OF ELROND): "A nice pickle we have ourselves in, Mr. Frodo!" Me: Does Samwise is gay? Does SamwISE IS GAY??

Pippin, hasn't even done anything remotely wrong yet: "There must be someone with intelligence in this party!" Gandalf: "Then you most certainly won't be chosen, Peregrin Took!" Pippin: D:

Gimli: "His (Sauruman's) arm has grown long indeed if he can draw snow down from the north to trouble us here three hundred leagues away." Gandalf, channeling his inner sassy bitch(bilbo): "His arm has grown long."

>TBC im not even close to being done yet< ^^

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spir1tfar3r · 2 years

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summary: While at the new island you had found, your dear captain got a little too reckless and ended up with an injury that you, his trusted first mate, would have to tend too because he wouldn’t let anyone else do it.

words: 1182

warnings: injury mentions, slight death mention but only because venti’s dramatic

a/n: listen, i know this isn’t the best,,,, but idk how tf to write about pirates agsjdgdh. But this was really fun to do <3

There was something so peaceful about being out on the open sea, being able to take in the fresh air, and being surrounded by some of your closest friends. It seemed hard to believe that only four months ago you were home, unconvinced by Venti’s pleading for you to join his crew. You were hesitant at first, not sure what value you would bring being a part of it and as his first mate of all things and you feared what would happen if someday you never returned, leaving your family clueless on what truly happened to you. Venti understood. Those reasons were why he was hesitant to leave as well. Eventually he became so insistent that you agreed just to shut him up and took notice of how his face and eyes lit up after.

You were startled out of your thoughts when you heard shouting from the front of the ship. Making your way over, you felt your heart sink when you saw Venti, one hand holding onto his side while his other arm was loosely thrown over Amber’s shoulder. The crew were crowded around the two and you could hear Venti’s laughter as he brushed off everyone’s worry, clearly trying to play off his pain. His bright eyes met yours and he smiled, leaving you to wonder if it was because he didn’t want you to worry as well or if he was that happy when he saw you. Before you had the chance to go over to them or say anything, Kaeya had moved everyone out of the way for Amber to take Venti to the ship’s “sick bay”. You watched as the two walked away, hearing Venti yell “but i’m fine!! it’s just a little cut!” while Amber tried telling that no, it was definitely not just a little cut.

The crew eventually dispersed. Everyone went back to the tasks at hand and, although you were worried, you went back to what you were doing before getting lost in your own thoughts. Not getting very far into it, Amber bounded over to you, a smile on her face even though she looked exhausted. “Yn do you mind helping Venti? He’s being stubborn again and I told him that I’d get what we left on the island with Diluc.” She asked and you nod, following her to where your dear captain was sitting. There he was, sitting with his shirt lifted and showing a rather deep cut onto his side. You took note of the way he winced almost every time he lifted or even moved his arm but the moment his eyes landed on you, he smiled and let go of his shirt.

“Well well isn’t this a pleasant surprise! Amber, I told you that I would be fine tending to this alone. You didn’t have to bother Yn.”

Amber snorts, shaking her head as she watches you step inside and make your way over to him. “Last time we let you do that, you just went drinking instead. If you’re not going to let me help you, at least let them.” She replied before she gave you a sympathetic smile and began to leave the room. “Good luck yn!” The door shut behind her leaving the two of you alone.

“It’s not that bad. You don’t have to waste your time on this if you’re busy.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him and was thankful that no one else was around or you’d probably get in some sort of trouble for being “disrespectful” to your captain. Venti didn’t seem bothered by it and watched as you grabbed a, thankfully, clean rag before dropping down next to him. You moved his blouse out of the way and Venti was quick to look away, his face starting to burn from how close you were to him.

Pressing the rag to the cut, which really didn’t seem all that bad, Venti winced from the contact and you alleviated the pressure, trying to be more gentle with his side. “You know that’s it’s fine to admit that you’re not ok, right?” You ask, handing him the rag to hold onto his wound while you grabbed what little bandages that you had to cover him when the bleeding fully stopped. He let out a noise. You weren’t sure if it was out of embarrassment, annoyance, or maybe even both after being called out. As you turned to look back at him, you could see the way he stopped himself from saying something but you weren’t sure if he’d tell you on his own time or if you should comment on it.

You tapped his hand, indicating that he can move it now. He took the hint and moved his hand to let you take over and rested his hands on his lap without being in your way too much. Not getting rid of the look on his face, you finally spoke up. “What is it?”

“Yn, before I die, I need to confess something” Venti began, wincing again when you pressed a new rag on his side. You rolled your eyes, knowing that he’ll be fine once you’re done and didn’t want him to say anything that he may regret, even if you were, admittedly, interested in hearing where he was going with this.

“Venti you’re not going to—” You interrupted but were immediately shut down when he spoke up again.

“Shush!! Before I die, I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I'm glad that you agreed to come along with me. I know it hasn’t been as fun as I made it out to be but I’m happy that I have you around. I wish I told you sooner.”

The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence. The only noise that came from either of you was the sound of the bandage as you began to wrap it around his side. The realization was finally hitting Venti that not only was he going to be fine but that he also confessed his feelings for you. The silence felt like an eternity before he finally let out an awkward laugh and finally spoke up again, clearly wanting to lighten the mood a bit. “…Well. Do you want to go drink with me and Kaeya?” He asked, wishing that he listened to you and praying that he didn’t ruin the friendship that he holds most dear.

Humming, you got up and took his hand, helping him get off of the bed. “Sure.” You replied, letting his hand go and heading towards the door. Venti let out a sigh, not sure if he was happy or disappointed that you didn’t say anything after his confession. He went to follow but noticed that you hadn’t stepped out of the room yet and you were now facing him once again with a smile on your face, making Venti’s heart skip a beat. It nearly came to a halt when you finally said the words he had always wanted to hear from you. “And I love you too, Venti.”

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#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #venti x reader #venti #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #venti fluff #venti angst #tw: injury #tw // injury #—something to write home about #[☠️]—TidesOfFate

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meowmeowuchiha · 1 year

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Fuck it I'm dropping my fave fics

All Naruto fics

A Second Chance by calibratingentropy

Summary: A Kisame time travel fix it. He's sent back to the day of his academy graduation upon his death. He decides to do things much differently than the first time around. Most characters are either OCs or were such side characters in Canon that we barely got scraps of personality, such as Yagura, Mei, and Ao. Wonderfully written and frankly a must for any Kisame lover imo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45811153/chapters/115287730

Orochimama by Whoamama

Summary: When Orochimaru first attempts the Living Corpse Reincarnation Jutsu, shit goes sideways and he ends up replaced by a woman from our world. Hilarity ensues as she attempts to fix the chaotic mess that is Otogakure and save the world on top of it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27458050/chapters/67129078

Okay. That's Enough Lemonade Now. by Meeceisme

OC is the child of Hatake Kakashi and a Nara OC named Nara Miyu. Technically part of a series, but every one can be read as stand alone easily. An AU fix it type fic, and I adore all of the lore about the Nara, Hatake, Aburame, and even Kurama clans. The beginning is squicky, but as long as you can get past that it's a wonderful read. Same with the rest of the series, mostly the first installment. The ages are VERY squicky in the first one and it took me years to actually read these fics because of it. Either way, highly recommend..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32294638/chapters/80049616

Plasticity by Misfit_McCoward

Hidan tries to summon a shinigami. Gets a science major college student instead. OC proceeds to have a terrible time trying to stay alive, and after winding up with Orochimaru ends up delving into ninja mad science. Eventually winds up with the Akatsuki. Unwillingly. An absolutely hilarious fic and I reread this at least twice a year. Everyone is beautifully in character.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16017161/chapters/37377839

Honōka by Yujina

A girl from 90s Tokyo is reborn in the Naruto universe. Due to her unique viewpoint, she regularly 'breaks' jutsu and uses chakra in ways that everyone is confused as to how tf she even came up with it. She's the same age as Kakashi. Winds up Orochimaru's apprentice. Good!Orochimaru AU, or at the very least a Not Terrible!Orochimaru AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26225191/chapters/63828178

Parallel by Sora2131, stacyb

Kakashi time travel fix it fic. Team 7 winds up an actual family. A wonderful story. I don't want to say too much and spoil it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25498318/chapters/61857256

Homemade Dynamite by Misfit_McCoward

Itadei time travel fix it fic. Except Itachi tells Deidara absolutely none of his plans and Deidara is just along for the ride. Unwillingly. Deidara is back in his 10 year old body so Itachi is like 12-13. All from Deidara's POV. Despite being a ship fic, there isn't a super heavy romantic focus which for me personally is wonderful. The OCs are wonderful and I love them, both Itachi and Deidara are wonderfully in character. Another fic I reread like twice a year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27201637/chapters/66442810

Shinobi Isekai!: Round Three! by Morrowyn

A trans girl wakes up in the Naruto universe in the body of Choumei's jinchuuriki (before Fuu) in the midst of escaping from Takigakure. Winds up living in a ruined temple in the middle of nowhere. Accidentally befriends passing ninja.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27205340/chapters/66452216

Second Bite at the Cherry by Sakinthra

Sakura decides she's going to be useful to her teammates in a different way. Things spiral out of control. Hidan is a protagonist, but he's still in character (still a gleefully murderous zealot. I love him). Builds up Jashinism as a religion very well and I adore it. A fic I reread at least once a year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15001781/chapters/34770497

The Bloody Oracle of Kiri by Cannibalisticapple

OC with a very fucked up moral compass is reborn in Naruto during the third shinobi war and is picked up by Kiri. Specifically by the seven swordsman. Specifically specifically by Ameyuri Ringo. Absolutely wonderful and with plenty of hilarious moments along with more serious moments. I tend to reread this at least once a year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13788408/chapters/31696218

The Unwoven Threads of Fate by Diadru

OC is reborn in Naruto universe and winds up replacing Naruto on Team 7. Befriends Sasuke and they wind up BOTH going to Orochimaru. Shit goes wildly wrong. Everyone is wonderfully in character, but there are a couple slightly OOC moments. The name of the MC can definitely break immersion, but as long as you can get past that it's great. Gets very angsty at times, understandably so, as the MC gets thrown headfirst into several moral crises and being around Orochimaru is not exactly conducive to staying a 'good' person. I reread this one about once a year usually. WARNING: ENDS ON A MASSIVE CLIFFHANGER AND HAS NOT BEEN UPDATED SINCE 2019.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11943924/0/

Seven by Shaydrall

Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura wake up in their bodies the day of team assignments. It was not done intentionally and none of them know about the others. A time travel fix it and it's absolutely hilarious.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13054671/0/

#naruto #Naruto fanfic #My recommendations #In case it's not obvious by going through these I'm not big on romance lmao

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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Ur Bestfriend

Letitia Wright X Black Reader

Summary: After Enjoying time out with tish naven dosent feel to good about you and tishs relationship.

Authors Note: Thought about this during the making of the 200 follower

Timeline: After Wakanda Forever

Warning:Arguments

Inspired: A little bit by the music video 🤏🏾

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey fr) @letitias-fav @writesbyriri @randomhoex @locoforshuri @womenlxver @lunax0654 @niaalove @atssukoo @adeola-the-explorer @shuriislut @ziayamikaelson @shuri-my-love @saintwrld @xxmilli @malltake12 @secretgyals @2k7-sparkles @yvxmpire

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4: Jealousy

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Y/n’s Pov

You and tish had just made it back to your apartment.She decided she wanted to treat you with taking you to the mall and some other stores . Even though you never wanted her to do it she insisted.You walked in your apartment and drop the bags in the living room. “Where were you” Naven asks you looking at the bags than you.”Tish took me to the mall” you say as you wipe your hands on your pants. “You been hanging out with tish a lot lately” naven says in a disgust “She just wanted to treat me and give me gifts” you knew overall she shouldn’t have to treat you but she wanted .”But I’m supposed to treat you “ you nod . “Okay I’ll just tell tish to stop” .

“Tell tish what” She says as she walks in from behind. You turn your head to see her coming in with the rest of your bags. “Well naven believes we have been spending to much time together “ you say looking at her . “Well you have been spending to much time together and tish I don’t need you trying to take care of my bitch “ naven says at the last part you give him the biggest death stare. “Well with all she’s telling me about you she sure does need me to treat her right “ She says getting defensive. “Listen I don’t need you getting defensive over MY BITCH I just want to know why you have been going out with her a lot “ You look at him with a side eye “bitch ?” You overall knew your self worth so him saying that he knew you where on his case “You know I didn’t mean it like that “ You look at him confused. “Woah im not going to let you call her a bitch” she says sticking up for you. “Aye your not apart of this conversation “ Naven says cutting tish out of the conversation. You look around to see who’s he calling bitch . “There’s only 1… 2… 3… people on this room which means it’s only 1 bitch and it’s sure not me, Tish isn’t a bitch I know that for a fact because she knows how to treat a lady right more than you,so that leaves one person YOU “ You say being serious . He knew he just fucked up so it would be a hard recovery. “Aye you know I’m not no bitch “ he says you roll your eyes . “Bro you do this all the timeee , You say some outa pocket shit but when I say the same you get all mad if you know you gon get mad don’t say the shit tf “ You say At this talking with your hands . “I do not” He say’s obviously lying .

Naven did this all the time he did it in your last argument. When he said something he knew was wrong you would say it back so he knew how it felt. He hated when you would do this but you felt like if he dosent want to get called that he shouldn’t say it to you. You would often express that to him but you knew he didn’t give a fuck.

“Mhm whatever you say” you say rolling your eyes.”Now look this only started because of tish so I’m going to let you guys talk that out because it’s like 6 and your party is at 10“ You say slowly making your way to the bedroom. You close the door and begin to breath . “Woah Me and Naven are definitely going to have a talk "

Letitia’s Pov

Y/n walks in the bedroom leaving Naven and I to be in the living room together. “Look I know you my homie but I don’t need you to take care because you know I don’t want her to think I can’t take her over” Naven says . “I get it but she’s my friend and you know I care for her” Naven Rolls his eyes and grunted . “What “ I ask him confused . “You know she’s mine right “ he says trying to check me .”Yeah I know that,what are you trying to say?” I question him . “Your jealous “ I look him crazy I guess he doesn’t know . “Jealouss me” I say being sarcastic . “Your jealous that me and y/n are together” he says . “Mhm “ I respond . “Tell y/n ima get going “ I was right now starting to get tired of him . “Wait can you take me to the store to get some party decorations for tonight”. With naven he never apologized he would just ask for a favor and say yes . “I guess”.

I turn on the radio for the car waiting for naven to get his wallet . I feel my phone and I check to see what it was . Naven opens the door and I open the message . To see a picture of y/n .

👜✨🤎Mini Me 🤎✨👜: Wishing you where here

I look at the pictures admiring her beauty . “You good “ naven says as he breaks the silence. “Yeah just looking at a message “ I respond and close my phone . I place my phone in the cup holder. Than I pull off .

Hopefully i can get over her at party .

#Spotify #Cuddl3s4shur1 #Cuddl3s4shur1Writes #shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku #princess shuri #queen shuri #letitia wright shuri #letitia wright #letitia x reader

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yanphobia · 1 year

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Cleithrophobia - Chapter 9

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader’s interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn’t really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 8 Index Chapter 10

Author’s Note: Happy New Year, everyone! Hopefully whatever you experience this year will be better than whatever tf is happening here

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

The next hour was a blur. Between the crying, the confusion, and the rushing around, it was hard to keep track of everything that was going on. You allowed Laura to drag you like a doll into the bathroom to patch up your wounds while you mentally checked out. She and Stan had been loudly shouting orders at each other while demanding answers from you, which you were unable to give. At some point, they decided that attending to your abused neck first was the best course of action.

So here you sat, some indeterminable amount of time later, wrapped in gauze and wearing an old button-down flannel. They had sat you down on the couch, given you some pain killers, and forced you to drink some water before leaving to speak quietly with each other in the kitchen. When they returned, they sat across from you and stared at you expectantly.

“[Y/N].” Stan said, with the calm authority of a father. “You have to tell us what happened.”

“It was... a... coyote...”

“[Y/N].” This time it was Laura, speaking with a seriousness that you’d never seen before. “Who did this to you?”

You stared at her in disbelief. How did she know...?

“I saw those marks,” she explained as though she’d read your mind. “Those were some nasty looking bites, yes, but... they weren’t all bites.”

It was true. You had seen the purple, golf ball-sized hickies that Mars had given you in the bathroom mirror. Even now, you didn’t want to admit to yourself what he had done. What he could’ve done.

“...You’re right,” you confessed in voice so soft that you weren’t sure if they heard it. Laura reached forward and gently took your hand.

“Please, who was it?”

“I... I don’t know who he is... or where he came from... I... don’t even know what he is...”

And so, without any more desire to keep them from the truth, you told them the entire story. The way you met, the agreement you came to, the friendship that you had made, the way it ended... everything that had led you to this very moment. They were quiet the entire time, listening with rapt attention, and remained quiet for long after you had finished.

“I know how crazy I must sound.” you rushed to defend yourself, “But I swear that it’s the truth!”

“I know that you’re not lying,” Stan tried to reassure you. You could tell that he didn’t believe you but was also unable to explain away the visible evidence. “I... I’ll tell you what. Let me give you my revolver-”

“The revolver!” The chaos of the night had caused you to completely forget about it. You had brought it with you for protection, but your meeting with Mars had gone to hell so quickly that you were too frightened to think straight. You rushed to your jacket, still crumpled on the bathroom floor.

“Here, let me give it back, it’s-”

Nowhere. It was nowhere to be seen. In the midst of your fleeing, you must’ve dropped it.

“It’s gone!”

Your brain raced to find a solution, ignoring the way Laura and Stan were trying to calm you down.

“In... in the cabin! There’s an old shotgun, under the bed...!” You immediately headed out the door to your cabin. If you could get in there, grab it, and get home quickly and quietly... Then the three of you could wait out the night. And if Mars tried to attack, you would at least have some means of protection. You shushed the couple rudely when they followed you outside.

“Please,” you whispered, opening the door to your cabin, “be quiet. It’s not safe here. Let me get the gun, then we’ll hide in the basement. Then tomorrow, we-”

You just saw red. Red, and black, and white. Large chunks of meat, and strewn innards, and splintered bones, and clumps of Shadow’s fur littered your cabin, while his blood was splattered across the walls and dripped down your demolished furniture. Laura did not hold back her scream.

You couldn’t react now. You’ll mourn him later. In this moment, you had to keep your friends safe. You forced yourself to walk through the carnage, to allow Shadow’s blood to soak through the fabric of your pants as you got down on your knees and pulled the shotgun out from under your ruined bed. Then you bolted, grabbing Laura by the arm and pulling her towards the house, yelling at Stan to follow you.

Slamming the front door shut, you dead bolted it immediately. What to do now... call for help! Why... why didn’t I do that first? Why am I making such bad decisions?!

“The police!” You cried, running towards the phone in the kitchen. The connection out here was not always the most reliable, so they kept their landline for emergencies. You quickly dialed 911 and explained to the local sheriff’s office that a wild bear was actively attacking the farm and you needed everyone on duty to come by once. When you returned to the living room, you found a very shaken Laura staring at you in horror.

“He’s gone,” she gasped out. “Stan... he... he was right behind us, but now he’s gone...”

The blood drained from your face. How was that even possible? You heard him, he was right behind you... how was it that Mars, loud, brash, abrasive Mars, was so good at being silent?!

And then it hit you. The dead rabbits, the missing chickens... he’s done this before. He was trying to lure you out again. But this time, the stakes were so much higher.

“He wants to see me... he wants to speak with me...” you muttered to yourself as you walked into Laura and Stan’s bedroom. You knew that he always kept a bottle of whiskey in his nightstand. Helping yourself to a hefty swig of it, you heard Laura follow you.

“You’re not actually going out there, are you?!”

“I have to. If I don’t...” No. You would not allow Stan to die because of your cowardice. And you didn’t want to risk enticing Mars’ wrath by making him wait any longer. If you could stall him, just until the police got here, then you may be able to buy enough time before they took him down. You turned to leave.

“Wait!” Laura called out as she followed you to the front door. “I’m going with you!”

She stopped you before you could refuse her. “[Y/N], you listen to me. If you think for a minute that I’ll send you out there alone to die, then you clearly don’t know me as well as I thought you did. For everything that monster has done to you, to me, to my husband! I’ll... I’ll do it myself! Give me that gun, girl, because I know how to properly use it!”

You could see the determination in her eyes. There was no more time to argue with her, and besides, you’d rather have her in your sights than alone at the house. What if Mars was trying to separate all three of you? You sighed.

“Alright but hold on to me and only shoot when I give the signal. The last time he did this it was because he wanted to... to talk.” To make a deal, actually. You didn’t like the thought of having to bargain for Stan’s life, and you certainly didn’t want to think about what Mars would demand of you, but you also didn’t have any other choice. He was the one in control of this situation, and you were the one caught in his snare.

The two of you were dead silent as you approached your ill-fated meeting point.

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Hi Fareeha! I was wondering, about your bloodborne ships what was your first impressions of them?

What intrigued you and what happen that made you like them that much now? Or did it just came naturally? ;)

I am sorry it took so long! It's 1 PM right now, I managed to GOT up somehow lol... Don't even remember how fell asleep yesterday. Also was occupied with fanfic, trying my best, etc... But to the topic:

Since my first ship was gehrmaria, I’ll start with it.

Romance, sadness, age difference... An old hunter grieving for his beloved who has passed away. All this reminded me of old european ballads that I was reading in my 16... A very beautiful story, unexpectedly romantic for Bloodborne (although it can be interpreted in different ways, not only romantically, but still it is fascinating). Let me add that they both look aesthetically stunning! They are classical, they are tragical, they are... perfection.

First impression for all other ships was: "How do you guys know anything about them?? There is nothing in game about them!!! How can you ship Caryll, mf is not even NPC?? Where do you get an information?? Who tf is Edgar? Oh, I killed him?..."

I swear I was shocked, when learned that fandom has CRAZY amount of ships. First Playtrough I barely got who is Laurence lmao, what IS Healing Church and so on... I can say sincerely - I started to Really understand, why is Valtr insane, why Laurence is VICAR, not bishop, why Annalise's hair are white and not brown, who tf can be siblings in a damned Research Hall and etc ONLY because of @katyahina timeline. My brain can't contain SO MANY info I swear, but I am trying, getting Insight every time I read this (in a good way ofc, I want to see Amygdalas in my sweet Yharnam-like city!)

So. Ships with Micolash. At first I brought him together with my hunter, Guillermo, and was pleased with myself - my story for them sounded convincing, thoughtful and hot xdd Guillermo - a madly in love hunter who, for seeing a drop of light in Micolash (in his past) and hearing Kos's whispers, is ready to die a hundred times, endure literally everything... Poor man! xD And Micolash who is insane enough to feel neverending cycle of NewGames, I mean, that he may even remember that he died already from hunter's hand, that hunter killed him 4 different ways, and I think Micolash would be frightened and lost? He genuinely thought that Nightmare is a perfect realm, HIS realm, but it turns out that someone else is good as Micolash himself to eat cords and ascend but succesfully. Oooof. I like that, Love and Despair, Love/Hate and etc. Oc x canon is really fine, when there are FEELINGS and TENSION between your char and canonical char.

After some time I got to know that silly guy with glasses on from a bridge is somehow really interesting deep character! xD And he's a cutie himself! (I mean look at him. My sweet accountant, my beloved nerd, and it's not a sarcasm!! He looks exquisite) I really like Edgar x Micolash for my beloved love/hate theme, slight toxicity and Edgar’s unspoken dependence on his enemy (Micolash is often made too “submissive” in their pairing. He may be and even must be bottom, but he is too much dominant as a person to be so naive and crying because Edgar-senpai is ignoring him). Edgar is a choir boy, soft, afraid of Micolash, is angry with him, but inside he cannot live without his attention. And Micolash - I think he liked Edgar as something unusual, fresh in his life (or death), something absolutely different from everything he had seen. Moreover, a spy. Moreover, he is so confident in the Church. But can change his opinion and most likely will. A perfect object of entertainment and moral debate. You can break him and win him over to your side. Nice pairing. I'm still in love.

Laurence x Micolash - kjdsflak;sdjfwernmfklaaaawoooooo!!!11!1! This ship is driving me crazy, I can't!! xD They look great together, they are similar, they are two brilliant minds seeking for knowledge, two scientists, two rivals, two assholes. But it seems to me that they would definitely have separated, because such similar people are unlikely to be together for a long time. I mean, they both need primacy too much. And it would destroy them. I also don't like Laurence, I can't help it. Maybe because I still don't fully understand his character?.. Maybe.

Damian x Micolash - amazing! I am now captivated by this pairing and am writing a story based on it. They are beautiful combination of an adult, serious Damian and an energetic, hot-tempered Micolash, as a couple they are divine. Damian... still waters run deep and all that. He is strong, thoughtful, cold, he can knock out any threat to his loved one. As a former Tomb Prospector and a Mensis Scholar, a byrgerkinght student, he must be really educated and smart, but also well-built and powerful, graceful and deadly. Micolash is his master and also a little boy. I headcanon that Damian is like 15 years older than him? And that's great. Wonderful, soft ship with a deep conflict of Damian's humanity and Micolash's curiosity and confidence.

Am I shipping anything else? With such passion - no. But in general, I like Laurence/Ludwig, Caryll/Rom, recently one nice person helped me realize the potential of Micolash/Adeline and I am kinda hmmmmm interested? XD I need more time to think of it. I met this pairing earlier but was like "pppft they couldn't even met!", don't blame me :'D

I respect all pairings, if they have something like plot in them. It’s especially nice to see when an artist or writer is truly devoted to his favorite couple and describes it with soul, it just makes you look at the couple from a different angle and start scrutiny.

#ask #mutuals #fantomette YOU are cool just know it #I fell out of life for a day #my head aches #I want to draw write scream everything simultaneously #fandom ships

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