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demphen · 4 months ago

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the hewitts (and eddie!) after the 1973 massacre

(here are eddie and thomas; context and full drawing below!)

in the novelization of the 2003 movie, it’s said that the fbi mishandled everything surrounding the 1973 massacre. the government declares thomas hewitt dead and makes no mention of his family—so it can be assumed that they’re legally dead too. this is in part due to negligence and also malpractice, as everyone involved just wanted to get the case done and over with. in 1981, the hewitts’ farmhouse is bulldozed over and the basement is filled with cement. erin hardesty is sent to a mental asylum, and the baby she saved is put into the foster care system.

obviously, the police didn’t kill thomas. everyone else aside from charlie came out of the massacre (relatively) unscathed. if that’s the case, where did they go? here’s what i’m thinking!

note: this is all pretty self-indulgent and made-up by me! this is just how i choose to continue the story.

so the hewitts are left with absolutely nothing after erin escapes. no money, no home, and clothes other than those on their back. this fact doesn’t really change when you add eddie into the story. in fact, erin gets into a fight with him while in the basement and ends up shooting his left pinky and ring finger off! so fun!

they’d be on the road for a long, long time afterwards, homeless and just trying to survive. i figure that they could’ve taken two vans (they had taken a lot of cars from victims over the years, after all) and lived in them during this time, fleeing the state. they’d be starving again, and i think that’d send them back into this constant state of intense stress, like the one they were in before the killing started.

luckily, eddie would have connections to people that create false identification. prior to meeting the family, eddie had a fake i.d. made with the name “jackson hughes”—the same people who provided him with that i.d. would offer falsified birth certificates and SSNs too. this would cost a lot of money, however, so i imagine the family spent a long while lying, stealing, and begging all across the country to gather it all up. of course i’ve never gone through the process of being declared legally dead and buying a new identity in the 1970s, so i have no idea how much it would cost exactly, but let’s just say it takes three years to save up all the money.

so by 1976, the hewitt family legally does not exist anymore, having been killed off and forgotten. that same year, the “howard” family moves to the small, rural town of elksville, wyoming. here are all the name changes i came up with! (for the hewitts who don’t have canon middle names, i made those up too) (can you tell i took on a lot of creative liberty here)

thomas brown hewitt → raymond “ray” paul howard

luda mae hewitt → evelyn ann howard

montgomery “monty” lee hewitt → ernest john howard

kathryn ann hewitt → noelle helen howard

henrietta louise hewitt → virginia “ginny” lynn howard

jedidiah paul hewitt → william lee howard

eddie amar reid → eugene joseph roberts

i actually don’t think the family would fully go back to their cannibalistic, murderous schemes. without hoyt there, and after all they’d experienced, i think luda mae (who was already the head of the family before, but would now have the final say over everything) would just want to be left alone? having her first son die would really take a toll on her, i think. perhaps she’d see it as god himself coming down and trying to teach her a lesson by taking charlie away from her (and taking thomas’ arm, too). so she’d order that the family just keep to themselves. “this is our chance to start anew.”

don’t be fooled, though. none of the “howards” are normal folk. i feel that they’d have an eerie reputation among their small number of neighbors, especially since they’re known for being aggressive with trespassers (i can see them having “TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT” signs on their fence). “eugene”, their “family friend”, would be the only one consisently seen around town, making minimal social interaction with other people. even he seems… strange, when you look at him. most folks choose to keep their distance.

design/character details:

eddie would cut his hair and grow out his facial hair in an attempt to separate himself from his identity as the rockstar killer. he's a much calmer person now, sort of more grown up? mellowed out? he still deals with violent urges, but he's more restrained. he takes his anger out on trespassers.

thomas grows his hair wayyy out to better obscure his face, since he can't wear masks anymore. i debated giving him facial hair, and settled on a patchy mustache and absolutely no beard hair. as a character, i think thomas would become so much more tired. for the first couple years, he'd be quicker to anger/frustrate. with the second chance his family's been given, he doesn't really want to interact with anyone from the outside world. he's done with it.

hope you all enjoy this i've been Thinking about it for a while........ buh bye!!!

#artwork #tcm #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface #thomas hewitt #eddie amar reid #luda mae hewitt #monty hewitt #henrietta hewitt #kathryn hewitt #jedidiah hewitt #tcm headcanons #tcm oc #oc x canon #oc x cc #text

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marvelmusing · 1 year ago

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Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Sixteen

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Theories about merzost, the very boundary of your powers, and your relationship with Aleksander are all put to the test as everything comes to a head.

Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of death and violence, animal death

A/N: this is a pretty hefty chapter, but I hope it makes up for the wait - enjoy!

My Masterlist • Series Masterlist

The fox is absent from your mind and Aleksander is nowhere to be seen when you wake in an unfamiliar patch of forest. Ravka is in the midst of a cold spring, but the flowers around you now are in full summer bloom. The stone beneath you, the ruins of a small fortress, is warm against your bare feet.

When you stare too hard at the distance, everything blurs into a haze of generic woodland – trees and thick greenery. A blue butterfly flutters across your vision, swirling in a cheerful loop around you that makes you too dizzy to follow.

“What is this place?” you ask your only companion, the girl who had been by your side when you awoke. She turns away from the rose bush she had been admiring, pale blue eyes wide and curious as she looks at you.

“You’re the durast; I was hoping you would have an explanation.”

“You’re Grisha?” She nods with a small smile, her eyes falling onto your hand. There’s a freshly healed scar across your palm, where you had cut yourself to reverse Morozova’s blood lock. “A healer.” She nods again and you close your fist, flexing your fingers. “Thank you.”

“It’s the best I could do. I never quite had the time to master tailoring before I died.”

“Died?” you repeat. She nods and you feel the blood run out of your face. “Am I dead too?”

She tilts her head, examining you for a moment.

“I don’t think so.”

That doesn’t reassure you. Desperate for some answers, you slump down onto the stone steps, tucking your knees up to your chest.

“What’s your name?” you ask her.

“Luda.”

She sits down beside you as you give her your name.

“Do you mind me asking, how did you die?”

“I was stabbed by one of the King’s soldiers.”

“When was this?”

Her brows crease together into a small frown, her head tilted aside.

“I’m not sure. I think time works differently here.”

History lessons at the Little Palace weren’t always your favourite, but perhaps you could figure out when Luda was still alive.

“What was the name of the king?”

“Anastas.”

“Oh.”

She’s quiet, eyes watching your reaction intently.

“Was that a long time ago?” she asks, though you suspect from her tone she already knows the answer.

You nod.

“Before the Fold.”

“What’s the Fold?”

You blink at her. The Fold is such a vital piece of Ravka’s history. A key feature on every map. A shadow that has been hanging over your country for your entire life. The idea of someone not knowing about it, of living in a Ravka without a mass of shadow dividing it, baffles you for a moment.

Luda listens intently, eyes wide as you describe the Fold and the state of your modern-day Ravka. There are tears in her eyes when you tell her about the Little Palace, your voice filled with nostalgia as you recount stories of your childhood – vastly different from hers. She’s sympathetic when you explain your struggles with helping Aleksander.

She tells you about the witch hunts and how she was cast out of her village at the age of six. With a melancholy smile on her face, she tells you about the man she loved, who had helped her rescue countless Grisha. It reminds you of Aleksander, which you mention to her.

It takes quite some time for the two of you to realise that her Aleksander is the same man as your Aleksander. But once you do, you’re both stunned. Luda is desperate to hear about him and you can see her heart break when you tell her how much he has suffered.

“Baghra warned him not to use merzost,” she admits. “Countless times.”

“Morozova used it,” you reason.

“Only to create his amplifiers. Aleksander is too selfless. He won’t see an issue with killing himself to keep the people he cares for safe.”

The two of you are quiet as you consider her words. Aleksander is selfless to a fault. There is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you and the other Grisha safe. He has proved that time and time again, killing him piece by piece each day. You only hope that you might be able to save him from such a tragic fate, if you ever return to reality.

“I think he’s here for you.”

Frowning, you turn to follow Luda’s gaze and find the fox – your fox – at the edge of the woods. He trots over the grass, heading directly towards you. It feels like a piece of your soul has clicked back into place as the fox threads his way through your legs.

Luda seems cautious despite her curiosity, her hand hovering above the fox’s body.

“Go on,” you encourage her softly. “He won’t hurt you.”

“He’s beautiful,” she whispers, tracing her fingers lightly over his shimmering fur.

He tilts his head, looking up at you with his amber eyes.

“It isn’t our time yet, is it?” you say to him.

He shakes his head, taking your sleeve between his teeth and tugging you in the direction of the forest. As you stand, intending on following the fox, Luda calls your name.

“Aleksander,” she says, her voice wavering as she grips onto your hands. “Tell him… tell him he did everything he could. It wasn’t easy, but I’ve made my peace with the time I had.”

Swallowing hard, you tighten your hold on her.

“You should have had longer.”

She smiles softly, cupping your cheek with a fond affection in her eyes.

“I can see why he loves you.”

You don’t quite know what to say to her. Aleksander himself hasn’t even told you that he loves you. His actions have shown how much he cares for you, but he has yet to say the words themselves. Having someone state it so confidently makes you bashful.

“He still loves you,” you say. Her expression turns dismissive, but you shake your head to stop her next words. “He isn’t the kind of man to let time or death stop his love.”

The corner of her mouth twitches with the hint of a smile, tears gathering in her eyes. In this moment, she looks delicate and emotion tugs at your heart, encouraging your own tears.

“If he ends up at the making before me,” you adjust your grip on her hands, staring down at them. “Take care of him.”

She nods, her smile unfaltering despite her tears.

“I have a feeling I won’t be seeing either one of you for quite some time.”

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Sunlight warms your face, and you blink rapidly as your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. A small groan catches in the back of your throat and you stretch your aching limbs and push yourself into a sitting position. From her seat at your bedside, Genya discards her book with a gasp, tossing it away in favour of throwing her arms around you.

Somewhat disarmed by the hug, you look around at your surroundings, slowly recognising the bedroom you had been using at the Grand Palace.

“Genya? What happened?”

She pulls back, examining your face. There’s a tension in her features and a heaviness in her eyes. Genya is always meticulous in maintaining her appearance, but now she looks almost disheveled. Tears glimmer in her eyes as she brushes a lock of hair from your forehead.

“Ivan found you and the General in the woods. He said you had escaped a fire.”

“Ivan?” Ivan is alive. Deep down, you’re thrilled for Fedoyr, but at the moment you have more pressing concerns vying for your attention.

“You almost died.”

Her statement has concern for Aleksander mounting in your chest.

“Where’s the General?” Her expression drops slightly and your stomach twists fearfully as your fingers curl around her wrist. “Genya? Tell me, please.”

“He’s still alive. We’ve had heartrenders monitoring him constantly-” Instantly, you push the bedcovers aside and begin to climb off the mattress. “-and a durast keeping the merzost from reaching his heart.”

Genya settles her hands on your shoulders, attempting to keep you in bed.

“I need to see him.”

“Let me get a healer to see to you first.”

You shake your head.

“No. I need to see him, now.”

Dressed in a velvet robe, you stride through the corridors towards the royal chambers which Aleksander had claimed as his own. Genya hurries to keep up with you, despite the burning ache in your lungs. The fox skitters nervously at the forefront of your mind, scratching anxiously at the frantic thoughts of Aleksander.

Four oprichniki stand guard outside his rooms, opening the doors for you immediately so that you can rush into his bedroom unhindered. Ivan and Fedoyr stand at the foot of the bed, with David sitting at Aleksander’s bedside with a tense expression, his hands clasped together as he keeps the merzost from entering Aleksander’s heart.

Then your eyes fall upon Aleksander himself. The urge to cry like a helpless child chokes you. Moving towards him slowly, you can’t find the strength to breathe.

He’s sickeningly pale, cold to the touch as you reach for his face carefully. He doesn’t stir like he usually would, seeking out your touch subconsciously, and you experience the horrific thought that you might be too late.

His amplification still reaches for your power and nausea fills you at the feeling of strength that flows from his weakened body to yours. Closing your eyes as you sit by his side on the edge of the bed, you attempt to redirect the power, hoping to find some way of giving him enough to fight off the merzost.

The arteries in his neck are dark and thick with merzost, throbbing beneath his skin. There’s a sheen of sweat covering his forehead, his dark brows furrowed with pain. Clasping your hands together, you focus on the merzost in his body, gasping when you feel the vastness of dark poison tainting his blood. It makes your lungs tighten, the back of your head pounding with each weak beat of Aleksander’s heart.

Emotion closes your throat as you lean over Aleksander, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Gently, you smooth his hair back, threading your fingers lovingly through the matted locks. He’s still so motionless, and your hands shake as you trace your fingertips over his scars which have darkened considerably. Kissing his cheek, you whisper quietly against his ear,

“Hold on for me, Aleksander, please.”

Blinking back your tears, you straighten up, addressing the room,

“Bring me the sun summoner.”

Fedoyr nods, giving Ivan’s hand a squeeze before he moves towards the door to obey your order. There’s a large, jagged scar stretching across Ivan’s neck, directly over the apple of his throat, which you suspect is a token from his escape from the Fold. He – like Aleksander – is lucky to have survived the volcra.

“Thank you for saving us, Ivan.”

He nods in acknowledgement, his expression softening slightly as he observes you and Aleksander.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Genya asks you, wringing her hands lightly.

“Not entirely,” you admit, rolling up the soft sleeves of your robe. “But I have a few theories.”

It isn’t long before you hear footsteps in the corridor outside as Fedoyr returns with Alina in tow.

“Fedoyr, hold her still.”

“What’s happening?” Alina asks, eyes bouncing frantically over each person in the room. None of you look at her.

“Quiet,” Ivan says firmly.

“Ivan,” you say. “Only stop me if he is about to die – and only then.” He nods solemnly. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Closing your eyes, you tighten your hold on Alina’s wrist and take Aleksander’s hand in your own, creating a physical bridge between the two of them.

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It takes a few moments for you to realise where you are. The Little Palace. The sun is low, descending over the horizon as you walk down the corridors. The increasing darkness doesn’t scare you, this place is your home. There is only one place you can think of finding Aleksander.

During your time living at the Little Palace, you never actually set foot in Aleksander’s rooms, as an ordinary durast, you were never considered important enough for an audience with the General of the Second Army.

Pushing open the door to Aleksander’s chambers, you walk towards the figure seated in the armchair by the fire.

“Aleksander,” you sigh, filled with relief. “I thought it would be so much harder to find you.” He doesn’t turn at the sound of your voice and your stomach sinks as the silence rings between you. Each step you take is tentative as you move towards the chair, eyes trained on the dark head of hair. “Sasha?”

The figure stands and your steps falter.

“Alina.”

She’s wearing a black kefta and you feel sick at the sight of her in Aleksander’s colour. She frowns at you.

“It’s you, from the Spinning Wheel. Who are you?”

You shake your head minutely.

“No one.”

“Kirigan isn’t who you think he is.”

“I know exactly who he is.”

She lifts a hand, summoning a ball of sunlight which dances around her fingers. Her light is cooler than when you first saw it at the winter fete.

“And you stand beside him – knowing what he’s done?” Her voice is hard with anger and you know there will be no reasoning with her. Straightening yourself, you nod.

“I do.”

Small sparks flutter around her, the power fighting to be released. Then you realise, she doesn’t have full control of her second amplifier, meaning she is so much more dangerous than you anticipated. Slowly, you begin to back away.

She brings her hands together, wielding the light into a bright blade and you turn tail, running for the door. It slams shut behind you and mere seconds later the Cut slices through the wood.

Splitters burst from the broken door as it shatters from the force of Alina’s Cut, but you don’t dare to look backwards as you continue running. Knowing the corridors of the Little Palace so intimately gives you an advantage that you are quick to make use of, leaving Alina behind in the wake of her destruction.

As you lean against a window frame, attempting to catch your breath, your eyes are drawn to a light outside. There’s someone in Baghra’s hut. Aleksander. Rushing towards a door that opens into the courtyard at the side of the palace, you freeze in the doorway, staring out over the grass.

The open ground between the palace and Baghra’s hut means you will be vulnerable from all angles. Without the speed or heightened senses of the fox, you have no way of knowing if it is safe for you to move.

After a moment of steeling your nerves, you push away from the door, running as fast as you can across the courtyard. As soon as you make it to the grass, hope begins to fill you that you might make it to Baghra’s hut undetected and unharmed.

Then, there’s a galloping sound of hooves against grass, dirt spraying upwards, and you stumble at the sight of a stag barrelling out of the woods towards you. Halting your sprint has you swaying backwards, knocked to the ground by the momentum as you scramble away from the stag.

He’s large, colossal antlers raised aggressively at you as he snorts a warning. His pale fur stands out against the darkness, almost glowing in the pale moonlight as he stamps the ground territorially, blocking your route to Aleksander.

Despite your hurried retreat, he continues to stalk towards you and fear prickles over your skin. There is no way you can outrun such a creature. Mud sticks to your hands as you crawl backwards, eyes fixed on the stag as he begins to pick up the pace again, charging towards you with his antlers lowered to impale you.

There’s a flash of red fur and a familiar protective snarl. The fox. He’s come to save you. He barks and growls at the stag, weaving between his legs.

Terrified for the creature that has been a part of you for the last few months, you hold your breath and watch anxiously as the fox snaps at the stag. He turns to look at you, amber eyes locked on yours as he tilts his head as if to say: what are you still doing here? Go get him.

Shakily, you stumble to your feet, running around the warring creatures towards the hut at the tree line. Aleksander is sitting by the fire when you throw open the door.

“Aleksander,” you gasp.

He stands, wide eyed, rushing towards you as you throw yourself into his arms. He catches you immediately, coiling himself around you tightly as you grip onto him.

“You’re alive,” he murmurs, breathing deeply as he nestles himself closer to you.

“You are too,” you whisper, before adding, “Barely, because you used merzost again.”

He shrugs lightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“It was a small price to pay, to ensure you lived.”

“Aleksander. The only reason why I was able to create this tether is because you are frightfully close to joining the making at the heart of the world.”

“Is that what this is? A preliminary afterlife?”

You nod.

“I think so.”

His expression shatters, his knuckles stroking your cheek.

“You’re here to say goodbye.”

“You think I would let you go so easily?” He stares at you in confusion, and you lean forwards to press your forehead against his. “I’m here to save you.”

“How?”

“Merzost requires balance. The only solution I can think of is to reverse what happened in reality.” He frowns and you continue your explanation. “We get Alina to kill the stag, and I give you the antlers.”

“Kill the stag? What do you mean?”

“Look outside.”

Aleksander’s legs are shaky, and you need to keep your arm around his shoulders as he moves over towards the window. The fox and the stag are still fighting outside, their positions now reversed as the fox stands protectively at the entrance to Baghra’s hut.

“You certainly know how to pick an amplifier for someone,” you remark quietly with a wry laugh.

“He’s just as loyal as you,” Aleksander says in a soft murmur and heat warms in your chest.

Then you spot Alina approaching, her eyes fixed intently on the fox.

“I have to help him.”

“My love,” Aleksander says, curling his fingers around your wrist to prevent you from leaving. “Be careful, please.”

You nod, standing on tiptoe to press a kiss to his scarred cheek.

As you close the door behind you, Alina is tossing the Cut wildly in the direction of the fox. Instantly, you clasp your hands together, summoning your power to bend the stones and scraps of metal beneath the ground to create a makeshift shield for the fox. It shatters as soon as Alina’s light hits it, though it gives the fox the opportunity to escape. He scampers towards you, weaving between your legs.

“Are you alright?” you ask him. He nods, tilting his head back as you stroke your fingers through the fur beneath his chin.

Moving your attention over to Alina, you find her eyes bouncing between you and the fox – struggling to piece together how you hold such power over him. To get what you need to help Aleksander, you need to goad her into attacking the stag.

“You think Aleksander is the one mad for power, but you hadn’t even mastered your first amplifier before claiming another.”

She raises her chin at you.

“The stag chose me.”

“Did he?”

Doubt flickers over her face as she glances at the stag. He doesn’t seek her out like the fox does for you.

“The fox chose me. You’ve seen what we can do as one being.” Even in this tether space, where the two of you are physically separated, you and the fox are of one mind. He prowls at your ankles, keeping his eyes on Alina. “Claiming an amplifier is an exchange. They offer you their life, but you have to be the one to take it.”

She straightens herself, resolution in her eyes.

“Fine.”

Alina turns towards the stag, raising her hands slowly as her light shimmers around her. A shiver runs down your spine, and guilt settles in your stomach for a brief moment. Time seems to stand still, as a great blade of light shoots towards the stag. There’s a bright flash, as the light meets its mark and an earsplitting crack echoes through the air that makes your ears ring.

You don’t have to tell the fox your plan. As you sprint towards the unmoving body of the stag, the fox charges at Alina. The sound of them fighting makes you nervous, but you keep your focus on the task in front of you. Summoning a small Cut between your hands, you remove several pieces of the stag’s antlers, gathering together as much as you can carry before you stand and run back into Baghra’s hut.

In response to your arrival, Aleksander lowers himself onto the bed as you drag a chair over to the bedside with the antlers.

“Where do I need to put them?” you ask.

“Collarbones,” he states weakly.

Tugging at the collar of his shirt, you pull the fabric away as he loosens the buttons to reveal the top of his chest. As you settle the antler pieces over his collar bones with shaking hands, his fingers curl around your wrist.

“Are you sure about this?”

Shaking your head, you place your hand over his, squeezing it softly.

“Not at all.”

A weak smile quirks at the corner of his lips, then he nods.

“Do your best.”

Weaving your two hands together, you reach for your power and begin to merge the antlers with his bones. Aleksander grits his teeth at the foreign sensation, and you feel lightheaded at such an exertion. Relief prickles over your skin as Aleksander’s body seems to begin accepting the antlers. Most of the material sinks into him, leaving only a few sharp edges poking out.

There’s a sudden pain bursting over your face, that has stars sparkling over your vision and the sound of the fox whimpering outside has you glancing at the window, distracted. At the thought of Alina Cutting the fox, or burning him with her light, anxiety blooms in your chest and you’re tempted to check on him.

The pattering of paws against dirt soothes some of your concerns, as the fox comes barrelling into the hut. He scrambles into your lap, pressing his face against your chest as he pants heavily. Aleksander strokes his hand limply over the body of the fox, threading his fingers absentmindedly through his fur as he blinks heavily, staring unfocused up at the ceiling.

“You’re okay,” you rasp, lowering your chin onto the fox’s head as your heart pounds wildly, hands shaking as you focus on sealing Aleksander’s skin over the antlers. “We’re okay.”

There are only a few stray notches of bone, healed gnarly beneath Aleksander’s skin. The amplified has accepted him. With your hands free, you grasp onto Aleksander and the fox, holding onto them both in relief. Sweat drips over you both as you press your forehead against Aleksander’s. He kisses you breathlessly, a proud smile on his face as he murmurs,

“Take us home.”

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Indecipherable voices overlap one another. Your vision blurs. There’s an ache in your head, throbbing as you sway in your seat. It takes several seconds for you to realise where you are, perched on the edge of Aleksander’s bed. The people around you are blurry; only one of them brings your vision into focus. There’s a hoarseness to your throat as you whisper,

“Aleksander.”

He blinks at you, sitting up in his bed as you move towards him. He curls his arms tight around you, griping onto your body with every ounce of strength he possesses. He breathes deeply, and you begin to sob when you realise there’s no unsettling rattle from his lungs. There’s a healthy flush over his cheeks and the dark skeins of merzost are nowhere to be seen.

Aleksander rocks you back and forth, tears in his own eyes as he presses his face into your hair. His words are muffled, but they hold a familiar sense of command as he addresses the room,

“Thank you for your assistance, everyone. Leave us for a moment.”

They are all quiet as they leave the room and Aleksander pulls you back down under the covers, guiding you into his embrace. He strokes your hair, holding you close as you bury your face into his chest. He watches you blink tiredly, exhaustion making your limbs heavy as you cling to him.

“Sleep, my love,” he murmurs. “You’ve done so much for me.” Sleepily, you tighten your grip on him.

“You’re not going to die, are you?”

His lips brush against your forehead in a delicate kiss.

“Not today.”

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swanno-arts · 10 days ago

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More limbus ramble notes while I was bedridden from The Blood tm

I am so sorry for all the JS spam he's in my mind like a plague I cannot stop him. he's my special peepaw

I like to think JS had developed his own kinda version of Gesellschaft like Faust, since he was used to experiment on mirror identity by N Corp. But, instead of giving him knowledge, they all just sit around to bicker and hate each other.

JS I'm sorry you have to deal with a whole headache of yous telling you you suck ass and wished all your clashes to be favorable at best.

Along with having two voices in your head at all times (Blank Slate and Carmen)

jesus fuck how many Things is going on with JS so far. why are you the most inflicted for reals. he cant say no to things due to N Crop propaganda, he took part in the war on the sidelines, he got experimented on, he got his entire name deleted, he has a whole other identity in him keeping the voice of distortion at bay, the identity allows the voice to try Once and then end up half distorting him, to which he ends up killing his daughter, "oops" "fucking hell", he ran away and killed himself, gets revived, Limbus Company, gets jumped by his kids and wife, gets stabbed by the golden bough by his wife, Canto V-F.

JS vc: REF DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!

hes holding his head while blank slate and carmen are playing some fucking mental chess or something

oh yeah abt that minor au/scenario thing. js' youngest and silent girl. "swanno?" yeah. i want to make a short animatic to it

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT HYMN TO A DECADENT LIFE PMV I WAS MAKING. SHIT. FUCK. UHM.

okay enough js theres other limbus ocs i wrote rambles abt HSDNJS

Fixed Yossarian's age to 35 to match the timeline between the Smoke War and the events of Limbus Company. Previously he was like 27, putting him at the age of 17 during the war. (Can someone even be a Captain at that age?)

Yossarian leads daily exercise routines for the Sinners - as much as everyone (read: Winston, Parker, and Charlie) hates it. He's the fittest in the Branch considering everything.

Yossarian has a Cobalt Scar EGO while Winston gets a Crimson Scar EGO - coincidentally fitting their associated colors. despite quail literally having martian crimson as her color

Winston is like. the Yi Sang to LCB-F. his voice claim is exactly his voice in the 1984 film.

I'm thinking of revamping O'Brien, but idk if I should keep his design or make him like Luda, so no CENSORED like Julia.

I really need to figure out Quail's voice claim. So far I have Don Quixote's voice as placeholder because it's the closest I have to her voice in my head

Yes, Quail does sometimes knock things over with her long hair. Thwack. Even some IDs have her twirling to hit with her hair/hair tie.

Quail and Crimson Guardian reminds me a lot of Needy Streamer Overload in a way. Are you seeing the imagery right now.

Crimson is like Ame-chan, someone who really wants recognition and fame to the point of obsession, he gets it as a Color Fixer, but falls after what he did that completely ruined his reputation and becomes hated and even unlisted and erased by the Hana Association. Quail is like KAngel, she's endearing but beloved by everyone with her childish and cute persona - it's everything that Crimson could've wanted, but ultimately it's not her real personality but one formed out of the forced memory implant and present time Quail is, ultimately, fake.

Yes, I have been listening to Cubibibibibism on repeat too.

If Parker has a Mili type song, I think something in the lines of Fukona Girl. ? I think.

Not canon, but Parker, Julia, and Latro should have a girls night for reals.

I really want to make the Sinking Town animation meme with Time Traveller and Weena....

And if Time Traveller has a Mili type final boss song, I think it's Typewrite Lesson. The male voice being TT and the female voice being Weena, the instructor voice implies T Corp Researchers.

The whole TT and Weena situation is. A Bit Complicated!

Time Traveller and Weena are the same person, but at the same time, not really. Weena is 100% dead from the fire that TT started in the future. Out of grief, when TT returned to the present, he demanded his creators to give him a body and memory similar to Weena unless he crashes out again. T Corp Researchers have no idea who Weena is so they dig into his memory, and recreates her into him based on his memory. Weena's incomplete personality and "memories" mixes with TT's, and makes TT Like That (curious, sometimes childish, and detached but also Very Violent Casual). TT thinks that his non-human existence is what's stopping him from fully manifesting as Weena, so his obsession with the Golden Bough began, hoping it would be the answer to becoming fully human. So, practically, Time Traveller is Weena, but Weena is not Time Traveller. Or, at least TT, to an extent, believes that he is Weena, but also recognizes that he is not fully Weena.

"What?" I don't know my head also hurts lol

What if TT pulls off a Whitenight in the end of his Canto, and HERE COMES CHARLIE WITH PENITENCE.

TT's Canto name "The Short Falling" refers to him being so close to being human, yet just Not Quite There.

Also the fact that Branch F consists only of 6 Sinners, half of a full clock. and all that thang with the number 6.

Okay Angela.

I know Base EGOs cannot corrode. But what if it can. Overwhelming Envy (TT), Overwhelming Wrath (Winston), Overwhelming Lust (Parker), Overwhelming Pride (Yossarian), Overwhelming Gluttony (Quail), Overwhelming Gloom (JS), Overwhelming Sloth (Charlie)

LCB Branch F: Hey, Branch (?), we had a rough encounter with Time Traveller as our final main Canto. How are you doing?

LCB Branch (?), fighting a literal Arbiter: send help he's nuking all our asses and all our clashes are hopeless

#swan .txt #not art #lcb branch f #I HAVE LOTS OF THOUGHTS. I AM IN PAIN

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bearholdingashark · 2 years ago

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WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @midwinterspringwrites (Thank you! <3)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

And yeah....I know I have a problem (I didn't think the list would be this long though)

Darklina Phantom of the Opera (partially posted)

Darklina "monster in the closet" fae Sasha meet cute

Darklina modern grishaverse sex pollen fic

Darklina The House AU The Little Palace kinktober '23 (partially posted)

Darklina ep 5 au light bondage/edging to get answers

Darklina stylist Sasha actress Alina

Darklina ex FIL

Darklina baby trapping exes

Enola/Tewkesbury smutty dance lesson canon divergence

Enola/Tewkesbury/Sarah/William celebration

Darklina season 2 fix it double agent!Alina Brand New Heretic (partially posted)

Darklina first time roleplay

Darklina high school sweethearts second chance (when we were young modern au) (partially posted)

DITW Alina instead of Annika Darklina tether au

Darklina canonverse 13 Going On 30 au

Let Me Love The Lonely other Alina Darklina follow up

Darklina witch hunt

Darklina And They Were Roommates modern au

demon!Allina/witch!Sasha shared custody of Ivan Darklina

Darklina professor/single dad modern au

Ludarklina soulmates

Ludarklina dreams

Darklina No Notion first time regency marriage of convenience

Darkzoyalina voyeurism prompt

in public scream prompt Darklina invisibility

Darklina ceilings soulmates au

Darklina Jurassic Park/World Ellie/Alan AU

Darklina Harper's Island AU

Happy Blended Families Darklina Ulla/Luda

Anastas/Aleksander/Luda Birthday suprise

Lusander summoning each other's powers fix it

Darklina Beauty and the Beast pregnant Alina au

Darklina Old West au sheriff!Sasha/papa!Alina

Luda resurrection Shadow and Bone eventual Ludarklina (partially possible)

Darklina Father's Day card

Darklina house husband/mob boss washing the blood off

Prefold Darklina feat time travel (partially posted)

Darklina can't lie to soulmate (partially posted)

Darklina Addams Family crossover meeting the family

Darklina fake dating holidays omegaverse

Darklina baby girl Sasha ddlg 5+1 acceptance

Darklina circus au

Darklina demon possesion

Darklina baby girl Sasha breeding kink

AAA afterlife Darklina

Darklina puppy siblings modern au

Ludarklina Star Trek TNG wedding

Baghra visions lotr inspired

Darklina homemade Christmas gifts

Darklina ghost!Sasha Halloween fic

Darklina switchcraft au (Twitter 'stay' prompt)

Darklina ddlg marriage of convenience

Alternate Ravka Darklina

Spiritfarer Darklina au

Darklina post Malarkling

Baghra Mrs. Bennet Parenting Darklina

Tattoo Artist Alina non chronological multipchapter follow up Darklina

Darklina Rich Groom Poor Groom follow up

Darklina Pirate Song AU

Hallmark Darklina Royal Playground Marriage au

Vera Matilda AU Darklina

Titan AE Darklina

Mob boss/police chief prequel Darklina

Darklina DMs modern au (partially posted)

Darklina mob boss/police chief going public

Darklina dimension travel sequel (partially posted)

Letters to my Sun Summoner Darklina fic

While You Were Sleeping Darklina angst

Married At First Sight Darklina

Port Gamble Darklina fic I'm not tagging 70 people, so I'll tag @strangelock221b, @ahopelessromanticwritersworld, @fiora-miriel, @ditaliaa, @sternfleck, @ammarantas, @nightquills, @holy-muffins, @goatsandgangsters, @wingardium-fic (but only if you want to!!) and anyone else who wants to do it!

#it's the adhd #Jen writes #sometimes #and this doesn't include the WIP ideas that don't have a doc created yet #Darklina #and a couple other ships #long post

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demona-andariel · 2 years ago

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A Simple Act of Kindness - 5 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,243

Chapter 5 - Hoyt

Thomas was gone from the bed by the time she was awake, much to her surprise. The sun shone through the window, hitting her face. Getting up, she walked to the window to look out. She’d gone through so much the last few days. Her body felt empty, hollow. But, she’d promised herself she was going to live. She’d promised herself she’d try to make the best out of her situation.

“Well, well,” Hoyt’s teasing drawl sent shivers down her spine. She spun around. He gave her a lecherous smile as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

She froze. What the fuck was he planning? “What are you doing?” she snapped trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

“I saw what you did,” Hoyt said. “Wasting perfectly good meat, killing it before we could store it so it won’t rot. You know that just means Tommy’s gonna have to go look for more meat, right?”

Her heart dropped. “Where’s Thomas?” she asked.

Hoyt’s smile seemed to widen. “Sent the boy to get more meat of course. You should really try Luda’s stew. It’s delicious.” He took a step closer to her. She tried to take a step back, but she was already at the window. “Here’s the thing, girly. Ya really need to be taught a lesson. Tommy has told me that you’re not being very receptive.”

“Don’t you dare!” Elizabeth snarled. “I’ll tell Thomas.”

Hoyt laughed.

“That boy. You think he’d believe you? You’ve barely been here a week. I’m his uncle. He’ll know you seduced me. That his cock wasn’t good enough you had to try more. That is, if you say anything.”

“Thom-” she started to scream, as she ran towards the door, but Hoyt tackled her. “Let me go!” she yelled as she struggled.

“He ain’t here, babydoll,” Hoyt said as he shifted a lot of his weight on her, pinning her to the ground. “Sent him out to get more meat, and Luda’s with the neighbors for a few hours. Just you and me.” Her nightshirt was one of Thomas’ old button ones. It barely covered her, but at least it did something. Hoyt’s hand went up her nightshirt and he laughed. “Oh, you are a slut. No panties?” he asked as she felt two of his fingers penetrate her.

“No!” She cried out, as she pushed him away. He grabbed her shirt as she got to her feet. She could feel and hear the buttons pop from their struggle.

She reached the door and grabbed onto the door knob, only for him to wrap his arms around her middle and throw her back into the room. She hit the mattress. She tried to let out another cry for help, but he smacked her face.

The shock and stun from his backhand, momentarily disoriented her. She couldn’t think fast enough to stop him. He flipped her onto her stomach, kicking her legs out while he placed himself behind her.

“Now bite down, muffle those cries. I gotta get a taste of this pussy.” Hoyt stuck a finger into her pussy, roughly moving it around. She cried, trying to stop him, reaching behind her, since he was holding her down with his other arm.

“I’ve had enough, you little bitch,” he snarled as smacked her ass. She felt his cock through his pants as he rubbed along her. “Now, I know you want good old Tommy boy to come and save you. But that ain’t happenin’. I’ve got you for a couple hours. Enough to fuck that pussy and get ya cleaned up without him knowing.”

She heard him unbuckle and his pants slide down. With renewed energy she struggled again, only to have him press her hard into the mattress. She felt his cock as he slid it over her pussy and then ass. Hoyt groaned.

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan on cumming in ya pussy. That baby’s gotta be Tommy’s.”

Tears streamed down her face. She didn’t care that he wasn’t going to cum in her. One way or another she was clearly going to have a baby. She just didn’t want him inside her at all.

His cock rubbed up against her pussy again and she moved her ass to one side. He grumbled as he tried to line himself up again, before she moved her ass to one side again. “Fucking, fine,” he snarled.

Before she could react, his hands spread her ass cheeks apart and he started to push his cock into her virgin ass.

“I think there’s a hole he hasn’t touched yet,” Hoyt said with glee as he pushed harder.

“No!” she screamed as she tried to get away.

“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Hoyt snarled, slapped her ass. “Just take it. Once my cock’s head is in it’s easy after that.”

She felt his cock press against her virgin asshole. She wasn’t sure if Thomas had ever thought of fucking her ass, or if he would do it after she got pregnant. Either way, she was grateful that he hadn’t used her there yet. But now… she wished he had. Better him than his fucking uncle.

“Stop,” Elizabeth cried out as started to push into her. The pain was intense. He didn’t even try to loosen her up and wasn’t using lube.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her back. She cried out both in pain and terror. “What the fuck did I say? Be quiet. Now, I’m gonna be nice and warn ya. There’s going to be some real pain.”

She shook her head. “Please, stop!” She wailed. The horrible reality of what was about to happen shook her to her core. She should have killed herself down in that basement. There was no one coming to save her. Why was she so intent on living? Death was far better than all this. She could feel her mind go numb as his cock head breached her.

She let out another scream as Hoyt was pulled back, his cock leaving her ass.

“She made me do it!” Hoyt yelled, pointing a finger at her immediately.

She sank to the ground, body shaking, eyes raging. Thomas stood between them. Looking from his uncle to her then back to his uncle.

“I’m sorry, Thomas,” Hoyt continued as he tried to move. “Dammit, boy.” He growled, rubbing his back as he stood. “You didn’t have to throw me so hard. But the bitch was begging for it. I tried to resist, but you know me.”

Thomas fixed his gaze at Elizabeth. Wiping her nose, she looked back at him. He didn’t have a handsome face underneath his human mask. But she preferred it to whatever victim he was wearing.

He… had… saved her? He’d put her through so much. Raping her daily to impregnate her. Groping and petting her in front of his family as if she were some sort of prize. Even the voyeurism as he fuck her in front of Jason. Yet there he stood, like some sort of savior. Protecting her from his uncle. Why?

“Awe, don’t ya think for one moment that she’s innocent. Those big old tears. They weren’t there at the start. I’m sorry, Thomas. I think we just might have to find another one for ya. But don’t worry. I was trying to punish her. Stick it in her ass. For you.”

The words seemed to affect Thomas as his eyes dilated ever so slightly. He believed his uncle.

Thomas turned away from her. She threw herself at his feet and both men looked down at her. She ignored Hoyt, giving Thomas her full attention. If he left her, Hoyt would do worse.

“I need your cock,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his leg. “Show him what it means to truly fuck me. You probably don’t believe me that he forced me. I’ve only wanted you. You were my first. I want you to be my last. If you’re going to kill me please fuck me first. Fill me up so that way you’ll be the last thing in my pussy.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hoyt’s mouth drop.

Thomas blinked, not moving immediately. Then he reached down and helped her to her feet. His eyes were filled with lust as he roughly pulled her to him. She had him. He glanced over at Hoyt, giving the man a little growl. Elizabeth turned Thomas’ head towards her.

“Making him watch. I want him to see what it truly means to fuck me. I want him to know that I belong to you. All of me does. Like you showed Jason.” Her hands went down undoing his belt. Thomas didn’t stop her, only watched her curiously as she took off her ripped nightshirt, revealing her completely naked body. Getting to her knees, she hesitated for a moment. His male musk was strong. But his cock was still limp. Putting her hands on his legs, she looked up at him. “Can I?” she asked. She wasn’t going to be like them. She wasn’t going to rape someone to survive. Not that Thomas would think it’s rape most likely.

His cock twitched as he looked down at her. And then his hand reached down and patted her head, twirling his fingers into her hair. She flashed Hoyt a glance before she carefully took hold of Thomas’ cock.

Thomas groaned at her touch.

“I realized something, last night,”she whispered, planting kisses on his member while gently stroking it. It was getting bigger and harder. “I,” she said, moving her other hand further down to fondle his balls. He let out a groan and closed his eyes momentarily before looking back at her. “Belong to you,” she finished. Taking his cock and maintaining eye contact, she put it in her mouth.

Both men moaned this time. She moved her tongue as best as she could around him. She half expected him to start fucking her face as fast as he could, but he didn’t. Instead, he let her have as much control as possible. She attempted to be as enthusiastic as possible as she sucked, and licked and gagged on his cock. She didn’t let her gag reflex stop her from bobbing up and down. One hand fondled his balls, carefully massaging and rubbing them, while the other moved along his inner thigh.

His grip tightened on her hair as his hips moved with her head. He was trying to push in as far as he could and she kept her throat and jaw as loose as possible. It was hard to breathe, but she pushed through. She could tell that he was almost ready to come and took in a deep breath. Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her to his crotch. She closed her eyes as she felt his hot spurts of cum hit the back of her throat.

Thomas let out a gasp before he let her go. He took a step back, his spent cock falling limp between his legs. She didn’t move. Instead, she made a show of swallowing.

Hoyt whimpered in the corner of the room. She hadn’t forgotten about him. This was all a show. A show for him to see what Thomas did for her and what she did for Thomas. A show that she was Thomas’. She didn’t care if Hoyt masturbated what she had done. It would be torture for him. As long as she kept Thomas happy there was no way Hoyt would dare try to touch her again.

She leaned back, giving Thomas the best lusty eyes she could muster, as she bit her lip. Thomas swooped down and picked her up, tossing her on the bed. She bounced a little, her breasts moving up and down that made both men moan. Thomas leaned in close to kiss her.

“As you! Please, Thomas,” she begged, cupping his face. He hesitated then slowly lifted his mask to reveal his disfigured face. She touched his cheek as gently as possible. “Always as you with me. Please.” His face was hideous, although the skin disease that ravaged him wasn’t contagious. She didn’t let her disgust show, keeping her eyes on his. It was true. She would have never dated him in real life. Even now, knowing his personality, she still wouldn’t have dated him. She didn’t think he had it in him to truly betray his uncle and mother. He would never let her go. But, he would keep her safe.

Thomas leaned over her and began kissing her, slowly working his way down. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. At the same time, he moved a finger up and began to massage her clit. She let out a cry of excitement, rubbing her breasts as she leaned back in bed. She wasn’t feeling as excited as she was letting on, but neither men knew that. He dipped a finger into her slit and then pulled his whole hand away, making her whimper. His rough calloused hands roamed her whole body.

She glanced over at Hoyt again, who had his cock in his hands as he watched. His eyes were full of fury and lust. Thomas’ hands ran along her thighs, reaching up to stroke her belly.

She looked back at Thomas. Her eyes fell on his cock as big and girthy as ever. It was standing at attention. For the briefest of moments, she wished he’d wait a little bit longer to get her more fired up. He didn’t understand.

She spread her legs further, Hoyt groaned. She knew her mouth opened slightly as Thomas pushed into her. “Fuck me,” she whispered. The sensation of him filling her up was still painful. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to him. Abnormally large cock despite the size of the man. It fit him as did his body. He paused, the head of his cock completely inside her. She waited. He loved this part. He loved her facial expressions.

Even though she expected it. She couldn’t help but cry out in pain and pleasure as he rammed his entire cock into her. No matter how ready she seemed to be, it still hurt. And for whatever reason, he loved watching her make that face. She tried to think as he started ramming her. She had to get him to go deeper. She had to get him to realize that there was more they could do. She needed Hoyt to be jealous. An image popped in her mind.

“Thomas, Thomas, wait,” she said between breaths.

A frown crossed his face as he slowed his pace. She pushed him back, and he let out a groan of distress, but didn’t say a word.

Hoyt snorted.

“Sit, please,” she said, patting on the bed, ignoring Hoyt.

Thomas’ face twitched with confusion but he did as she said sitting at the edge of the bed. His cock sitting straight up between his legs. It was rare for him to get the entire damn thing in her. She’d read up on sex positions before, taking mental notes of what she wanted to try. But there was no reason to explore them with Thomas before. He was her rapist and would always be her rapist. A brief sorrow passed her mind. Would this give him ideas? It didn’t matter though.

She moved one leg over him so that she was straddling him. Her pussy just over his cock. Her breasts grazed his chest. She teased him a little, letting his cock feel her pussy just over him as she moved. He bucked his hips to get at her, but she kept enough of a distance between them.

“I am all yours and only yours,” she stated. Her hand grabbed onto his cock to steady him as she lowered herself onto him.

He leaned his head back moaning in surprise as she let out soft whimpers. It surprised her that he let her have complete control over what she was doing. Her ass finally sat on his legs and she leaned in, kissing his chest.

It was the most interactive she’d ever been with him. In the back of her mind she knew it would be a curse. Putting her arms around his neck, she rose up and down. He joined in her movements. Keeping his thrusting in the same speed as she was. His eyes watched her in awe. She was being deliberately slow, making him savor her. Damn, if it were her last fuck she might as well enjoy herself. His fingers roamed her ass and she felt them go between her cheeks.

Did he want to fuck her ass? She felt his fingers slowly work their way into her asshole. Not very far, but one was joined by another and then another. Did Hoyt notice? Or was he too transfixed, watching her breasts bounce as she moved up and down Thomas’ cock. Or was he watching her pussy as she ate Thomas’ huge cock with every bounce.

She leaned her back and moaned, doing her best to arch her breasts up for Thomas’ view.

Suddenly, she yelped as Thomas picked her up and threw her on the bed again. In his eyes, she could see it. He was nearing his end. She raised her legs up over her head as he penetrated her again. She needed him to go as deep as possible. He picked up speed as he grabbed her sides for leverage so he could ram her harder.

One hand left her side and slipped down to her clit. She let out a happy cry as the fire that was burning in her raged even harder.

“Thomas!” She screamed as the wave of her orgasm crashed through her. She clenched her pussy around his cock and he let out a groan and squeal of his own as he buried himself as deep as possible in her. She felt the warmth of his seed inside her.

Thomas pulled out with a plop and sat there, breathing heavily as he watched her.

She didn’t look at him, instead at the wall, trying to catch her breath.

“Damn, what a show,” Hoyt hollered, slapping his knee with his hands.

Thomas quickly turned. He seemed to have forgotten about his uncle. Elizabeth hadn’t. She sat up, knowing that Hoyt was staring at her breasts. Thomas clearly took offense to his uncle’s leering as he moved his body to better hide his woman.

Thomas stood up, looking at his uncle. “Mine!” he said much more forcefully as he pointed to Elizabeth.

Hoyt raised his hands in the air. “I get it,” he said as he started to make his retreat. Playing it off as if he didn’t care.

Elizabeth caught a glance of Hoyt’s hard on then looked away as he thrust his hips at her while Thomas’ back was turned. Oh, he’d have the images in his head. She didn’t care. He’d already seen her naked before. Now he saw her being stretched out by a massive cock. But, other than his own cock barely breaching her ass before Thomas saved her, he’d never know what she felt like. He could always dream, but his dreams would never come true. He dare not touch what Thomas claimed to be his.

Hoyt closed the door with a slam, betraying his true emotions.

Chapter 6 - No Sex, Only Shower

#thomas hewitt x oc #Smut #horror #fanfiction #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #noncon tw #tw noncon

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meatriarchived · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃. / just some small thoughts on danny's dire trajectories.

ive been trying the last some days to really piece together the idea of danny adopting aliases like maria or lee or connie in the dires and honestly? truly just don't think the guy has the mental really to get creative about it like them

esp w. the scenario of him knocking down luda & getting absolutely beat down over weeks for it?

Choke Chained & danny's lil like. crossover routes ( ie. him showing up in a nosy trajectory w. maria & lee ) really is more of a look into how someone functions when they've quite literally been broken. not damaged, not scared into submission, but pushed and beaten and ground into the dirt so badly, so prolonged, that its literally a death in its own right so to speak.

like, following that entire experience danny is still very much loyal and still warm to a point with the others if theyre there too ( ie. nosy ) but really do think how absolutely traumatic - not just mentally or emotionally but also just frankly physically too - how it must have been to literally be repeatedly thrown on the cusp of death over and over and over, how internally there was a sense of dread at the idea of recovering and coming out alive on the other end of the tunnel. how internally there was the fight of just letting yourself go vs i dont want to give any satisfaction in doing so - despite that theres still the satisfaction gained by completely destroying you instead from the outside in.

dragging my point back in re: aliases with danny,

guy really has no need for them ( 'aww but dont you wanna be creative and silly wi-' "no." fdsbhjk just deadpan like no need sorry not tryna be an ass but- ). there was never really a mark he'd left on society pre-house so who cares really if anyone could connect any dots? he may toss out a random name in passing but theres no personas to slip a mask on for, theres no intricate backstory really he pieces together for any or for himself. thats really not what his 'purpose', so to speak, is.

mentioned before but, dont pull danny out for hunts when you want to really toy around. you pull him out by choke chain to kill. he's not sitting in bars to really engage with targets like maria does. he's lurking silently around, watching carefully, keeping low profile and listening, observing. he waits for cues to move - be it maria or lee making eye contact with him, or them either doing the same to johnny and seeing him get up first.

he follows suit - he rarely exactly makes first move, in part to not cause any unnecessary attention, but also because his stupid, rage-blinded choices prior already drilled lesson deep into ribcage.

for how he works, its just an unneeded detail really. he just needs to know who to lock jaws on. anything else that may happen, people approaching him, flirting happens, whatever, then he'll roll with it but all the rest is glitter really. if you want someone dead, without complaint, without time wasted, then you pull him out.

#dire things likely mentioned so ofc warning in general i doubt im going into much detail but yknow-#[ d ] ── * 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. { choke chained. }#[ d ] ── * 𝐇𝐂 / 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. { danny. }#animal abuse mention /#sorta? for the next tags mostly but yknow-#its giving fight dog straining so harshly against choke collar that the prongs have been long-embedded into throat and its just #waiting for grip on it to be released to let him loose on something in front of it.

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holyfailed · 2 years ago

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“ okay, miss priss, cut that out. ”

texas chainsaw massacre | accepting | @backwccds

"I'm not a priss," she rolls her eyes, still scrubbing at the blood on his sleeve with a damp washcloth, but she wasn't as good at getting this shit out as his grandma was, and she didn't really have the patience for Luda Mae's lessons as terrible as it was. She'd rather be getting her hands dirty with the boys, just not her clothes, apparently. "But I just washed this and it was my favorite on you."

His overshirt was a lost cause, soaked in blood up to the elbows and tossed to the side, but she had been hoping to salvage this one. Tossing the washcloth down with a huff, she blows a piece of hair out of her face and glares up at him, despite knowing they do have bigger things to take care of.

"Fine, but next time can you strip first?" Oh, now that was an image. Jeremiah bare chested and bloody. She can only hope he doesn't notice the movement of her subtly rubbing her thighs together or they were going to end up a lot more distracted.

#domestic c*nnibal problems #backwccds

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fillinforlater · 2 years ago

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Series Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every series and it's chapters/parts/adventures. It starts off with my biggest series', further down you find my CYOAs and Quickie series'. I hope you enjoy!

All fics that are not part of a series are either in my One-Shot Masterlist or in my IZ*ONE Masterlist!

ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST HERE

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 13 Series with 73 fics, 6 Active Series'

Original Series: Spaceship: Horizon

Season 1

Prologue - Welcome aboard, human (setup, no smut)

Part 1 - Unexpected (ft. Hitomi of IZ*ONE)

Part 2 - Cumming Home (ft. Mina of TWICE)

Part 3 - Lawless (ft. SinB and Eunha of GFRIEND)

Interlude - Lucid Dream I (ft. Giselle of aespa)

Part 4 - Healing ft. (JiU of Dreamcatcher)

Part 5 - Lazy but Laid (ft. Luda of WJSN)

Season Finale - The Star in Space (ft. Sakura of IZ*ONE)

Season 2

Prologue - Ominous Oracle (no smut)

Part 6 - The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)

Part 7 - Not-So-Cute (ft. Jiheon of fromis_9)

Part 8 - Plank (ft. Heejin of LOONA)

Interlude - Lucid Dream II (ft. futa!Karina of aespa)

Part 9 - Critical Clamps (ft. Yeri of Red Velvet)

Part 10 - A Train to Drain (ft. 7 Idols of 7 groups)

Season Finale - How did we get here? (ft. Sakura and Yena)

indefinite hiatus

Eleven to One-Universe (with @sooyadelicacies)

Yujin - Impossible Taming (Smut Timeline 1)

Yujin - Mandatory Lesson (Smut Timeline 2)

Yujin - Torrential Takeover (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 3)

Yujin - Easily Tempted (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 4)

Yujin - Into the Next (ft. Eunbi) (Smut Timeline 5)

Yujin - Costly Consequences (Smut Timeline 6)

Minju - Punitive Punishment (ft. Yujin) (Smut Timeline 7)

Hyewon - Boundless Breeding (Smut Timeline 8)

Yujin - Award Show Vibrations (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 9)

Minju - Fine Feet (Smut Timeline 10)

Eunbi - Fulfilling Filling (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 11)

Yujin - Needy Bold Confession (Smut Timeline 12)

Chaewon - Hate You Lots (ft. Yujin, Minju) (Smut Timeline 13)

Chaewon - What's to Hate? (ft. Minju, Yujin) (Smut Timeline 14)

Yujin - Scandalous Shooting (Smut Timeline 15)

Yena - Pet Play (Smut Timeline 16)

Chaewon - Smart Submission (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 17)

Yujin - Hotel Roommating (ft. Yena, Minju, Chaewon) (Smut Timeline 18)

to be continued

Original Series: T[w]o find each other (Idol x Idol)

Part 1 - [The one] who won[?] (ft.Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon)

Part 2 - [These] two [won] too (ft. IVE and Kep1er, futa!)

Part 3 - T[w]o find love, [never three] (ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun)

finished

Original Series: Classmating

Minju - Classmating (Part 1)

Minju - Cumforting (Part 2)

--Minju - Cumpany (Part 3) (in planning)

Original Series: L4

Part 1 - Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (ft. Hyewon & Eunbi)

Part 2 - Loathing Love: Liable Lady (ft. Eunbi & Hyewon)

Part 3 - Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (ft. Hyewon & Yuri)

Part 4 - Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (ft. Eunbi, Hyewon & Yuri)

finished

Original Series: Blonde (Female Reader)

Gaeul - Chapter I

Gaeul - Chapter II

Gaeul - Chapter III

indefinite hiatus

Original Series: On her (with @sooyadelicacies)

Part 1 - On her knees (ft. Xiaoting of Kep1er, Monday of Weeekly)

Part 2 - On her bottom Part 1 (ft. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

Part 3 - On her bottom Part 2 (ft. Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM)

Part 4 - On her stage (ft. Jennie of BLACKPINK) (Quickie)

Part 5 - On her paws (ft. Hyunjin of LOONA) (Quickie)

Part 6 - On her back (ft. Irene of Red Velvet)

Part 7 - On her jeans (Part 1 of 3) (ft. Minji of NewJeans)

Part 8 - On her jeans (Part 2 of 3) (ft. Minji & Hanni of NewJeans)

Part 9 - On her jeans (Part 3 of 3) (ft. ???)

Original Series: My Kinky Wife & Her Crazy Bandmates

Part 1 - ----FRAGILE (ft. Chaewon)

Part 2 - FEAR---- (ft. Yunjin)

indefinite hiatus

Original Series: HCHQ (futa!idols)

Part 1 - Double Team (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha)

Part 2 - tripleD (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha, Gaeul)

--Part 3 - ??? (in planning)

Original Series: Possession of the Queen (Female Reader)

Doyeon - Chapter I

Doyeon - Chapter II

--Doyeon - Chapter III (in planning, finale)

Quickie Series: A member for the members (Idol x Idol) (with focus on futa!Sohyun)

Prelude - An unexpected D-Day (ft. Mashiro of Kep1er)

Part 1 - Expect the Unexpected (ft. Nien of tripleS)

--Part 2 - Expectations were Met (ft. Yooyeon of tripleS)

--Part 3 - Unexpected, but welcome (ft. xxx of tripleS)

--Finale - An expected D-Day (ft. xxx of tripleS)

Quickie Series: Phone

Part 1 - Snake Invasion (ft. Sana of TWICE)

Part 2 - Bunny Upside Down (ft. Nayeon of TWICE)

Part 3 - Angel of Infinity +0 (ft. Minju of IZ*ONE)

Part 4 - Angel of Infinity +1 (ft. Minju and Tzuyu)

Part 5 - Angel of Infinity +2 (ft. Minju, Yiren and Tzuyu)

Part 6 - Energy Restored (ft. Jeongyeon of TWICE)

Part 7 - No Manners (ft. Lia of ITZY)

Part 8 - Return of the Angel +1 (ft. Minju and Shuhua)

Part 9 - Return of the Angel +2 (ft. Minju, Bomi and Shuhua)

Part 10 - Return of the Angel +3 (ft. Minju, Shuhua, Eunha and SinB)

indefinite hiatus

Quickie: 1st Chose-Your-Own-Adventure (CYOA)

Start - Double Stacked (ft. Rei of IVE & Chaehyun of Kep1er)

Option 1 - Double Stacked - One More (ft. Chaehyun)

Option 2 - Double Stacked - I’m spent (ft. futa!Rei)

finished

#Masterlist #smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader insert #male reader smut #female reader insert #female reader smut #izone smut #ive smut #eleven to one universe #spaceship horizon #twice smut #kpop fanfic #idol x idol smut #idol x reader smut

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carnationworld-writings · 2 years ago

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I'm just a jealous guy (Aleksander Morozova x fem!reader)

To read my other works, check my MASTERLIST !

Paring: Aleksander Morozova x Grisha!reader

Universe: The Grishavers /Shadow and bone

Word Count: 1221

Requested: Yes, by my sweet annon.

Warnings: mention of jealousy, shouting someone out, mention death (Luda), making out, a quick mention of sexual activity - it ends before something happened.

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: The one where he is jealous.

Aleksander walked through the corridors of Little Palace, trying to find one of his most trusted Grisha, who was also the person who made his heart beat a little faster. He lived for centuries, hiding his identity from people, always hiding his emotions, and always striving to achieve his goals. But then they showed on his path - a person with great power and strong will. A person who always cared for the people they loved and who found a way to parts of his heart that he’d forgotten. Somehow, they’d ended up sitting together into late nights, talking about everything but plans for Grishas’ training or plans for the army. He allowed himself to open up for the first time since he lost Luda, and for the first time, he allowed himself to feel again. He was afraid to call it as it was, but the truth was that he loved them. And they loved him.

The Darkling walked to the training yard, not minding Grishas, who welcomed him. He quickly knew he was in the right place and finally found them. He first heard their soft laugh and then saw them in the middle of the training yard with Fedyor, surrounded by younger Grishas. He knew that they loved to teach them, and they only showed these kids how to defend themself. But something deep in his mind made him angry at the sight of Fedyor’s hand around them. He watched how he moved his hands to their sides and started to tickle them. They squealed at the feeling and tried to escape from him, laughing loudly. The Darkling watched how close they were and how fondly they looked at each other. The betrayal blossomed in his chest. They gently tapped the Heartrender’s chest, smiling widely. Kirigan couldn’t watch it anymore and turned on his heel, quickly going to his chambers. What he didn’t know, they saw him at the last moment, and they started worrying about his hurried departure. They ended her part of the lesson and asked Fedyor to watch their training when they went after their General. After a few moments, they knocked on the doors of his cabinet. They smiled at the sound of this deep voice telling anyone behind them that he was busy. They dared to open them and snicked in, biting their lower lip.

“Maybe you’ll find a second for me, General?” They leaned against the door, watching him. They knew that even if he didn’t raise his head from maps, he knew it was them. They smiled at how his black kefta perfectly wrapped his tall body.

“Make it quick. I have a war to win.” They sighed and came closer to him, gently touching his elbow. When he didn’t change his position, they dared to lean against him, resting their cheek on his arm. They could tell that he was tense, and they hated it.

“I know, handsome, and you’re doing an amazing job. But even you, great General Kirigan, need some rest. And I saw you at the training yard.”

“You saw me?” He said mockingly. “You seemed busy with this Heartrender.” He moved away, taking his arm from their grip, and they looked at him surprised. They laughed breathlessly, standing in front of him.

“With Fedyor? He is only my friend. A very close friend, who was the first one to welcome me here with open arms and who made me feel at home here.” They said with a small smile, which faded when he constantly pretended they were not there. “If you want to accuse me of something, say it aloud rather than shutting me out.” When he heard the sadness in their voice, he stopped moving, and his eyes landed on the war figures in front of him. After a few seconds, he breathed deeply.

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?” He murmured without raising his head.

“Of course, they are just a friend. If you want to know, Fedyor lately was on a few dates with a person you know very well.”

“With who?” Alexander knew about their love for gossip. With time he discovered that it brought both of them joy, so he started encouraging them to spill a bean about it. He also wanted to be wholly sure that they were only his and that there wasn’t anybody else in their life.

“With your own personal Corporalki.” They couldn’t stop a big smile when he looked at them stunned.

“With Ivan?” They nodded, carefully watching his face. He started thinking about the latest behaviour of this man. “He was a little strange lately, in fact. Like… Happier.” They couldn’t stop the smile rising on their face, and once again, they tried to slowly touch his forearm. They breathed with relief when he didn’t move away this time.

“Because they are, both of them. Like I am happy when you are next to me because only our loved one can pull some of the strings in our hearts and make it beat faster in that specific way. So I will say it once again. They are only my friend. It’s YOU who has my heart.” They gently squeezed his arm, and finally, he moved closer to them with a look on his face reserved only for time when they were alone. His hands mindlessly moved to their hips, and in a quick move, he made them sit on the table behind them. They let the squeak leave their throat, making him smile widely at what they started laughing. Their hands slowly moved to rest on his shoulders, and one of them mindlessly started fidgeting with the ends of the hair on his neck.

“You… You made me happy, you know?” He whispered sheepishly, and they could only smile wider.

“I know. Were you jealous?” They bit her lips to stop grinning, especially when they saw a flush coming into his cheeks. He looked above them, trying to compose himself. Before he could answer, they leaned down and softly kissed his bearded cheek. “Please, don’t deny it. It actually… flatters me, you know? I… I always dreamed of having a person who would care for me enough to do it. Even if there isn’t any reason for that.”

The Darkling gently squeezed their hips, standing between their legs. His hand moved to their thigh, caressing it gently.

“I do care. Every single look from other men or women is enough to feel jealousy in me. To want to show all of them that you are mine.”

“And I always will be.” They whispered, and General immediately leaned down, kissing them deeply. One of his hands moved to the back of their head, gently moving it to allow him better access while the other kept them close. They moaned into his lips, wrapping one leg around him, wanting to feel every centimetre of his body. They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the knock on the door or that somebody had walked in. They were too busy unfastening his kefta to care about anything. Poor Ivan closed the door quicker than he ever opened them. After a moment of shock, Corporalki felt happiness for his General and his friend - even a dark soul like him deserved some light and love in the arms of a trusted person.

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia 💜

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deady-nightshade · 3 years ago

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Slashers with a Pierced & Tatted S/O (GN) 🔪

Warning/Description: Mentions of tattoos, piercings and needles. Some suggestive elements but is SFW.

Includes the following Slashers: Jesse Cromeans, Asa Emory, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire.

**SFW but there are allusions to sex**

Thomas Hewitt

This man is going to love you no matter what you look like; you could have green skin, yellow fangs and scales, and this man would still treat you like a porcelain doll.

Now, if you have piercings, I could see him gently touching them and kissing them, regardless as to where they are. I also picture him as someone removing the jewelry from their victims, cleaning them, and gifting them to you (who said romance was dead!).

With tattoos, he’s not too familiar with them, seeing how no one in the family has them, and they aren’t that common in his small town.

Will be curious and trace them, completely enraptured with the way the ink is placed underneath the skin.

If you want new ones, he will draw some on your body, trying his best to make everything cohesive, and he won’t stop until it’s perfect.

Please return the favor by copying some of your tattoos onto him, and whisper sweet words to him while you do it. Tommy will melt and not be able to function correctly for at least two days.

Expect teasing from the Sheriff, but don’t worry, Luda May will smack him upside the head.

Brahms Heelshire

If you got hired, chances are you hid your tattoos and piercings from his parents. When he first sees them, he nearly has a heart attack and has to do a double take.

His parents are incredibly formal, and since he’s our resident wall hermit, he has never seen body modification like this. He has heard about them from his parents (along with the general stereotypes that come with them), so he’s immediately planning on ways to get rid of you.

Now, if you follow the rules and treat the doll and house with respect, then he will become curious and put a pause on those dubious plans.

When you’re sleeping, he will climb out of the walls and curiously, albeit, cautiously touch your tattoos (poor boy thinks that if he touches them, then he will get them, like, a virus of some sorts).

I can also see him trying to rub them off when you’re sleeping and getting huffy when they don’t come off.

Finds your piercings strange, but beautiful.

Will go feral if you have nipple piercings, regardless of your gender.

Congrats, you complex and infuriating human, you have officially caught this wall hermit’s attention, making him determined on keeping you to himself.

Also, after he reveals himself to you, be prepared for an onslaught of questions.

Did they hurt? What do they mean? Why did you get them? How do you get them? And so on and so forth.

Asa Emory

His reaction is going to depend entirely on how you meet him; did you meet him as Asa or the Collector?

If you meet him as Asa, this is how I imagine him acting...

1.) He loves your piercings and decides to become your new piercer, no ands ifs or buts.

He finds piercing you to be strangely arousing...something about the needle, your complete trust in him, and the momentary look of pain on your face. It’s *chef’s kiss*.

2.) Might be taken back at first with your tattoos, and he will judge you depending on what they are about. But he finds your willingness to be stabbed by numerous needles at the same time for an x-amounted time to be impressive. If you have any bug themed tattoos, be prepared to have your work critiqued and a mini lesson on said bug.

“Did you know that Luna Moths have no mouths, giving them a lifespan of around seven days. During that time, all they do is mate....”

“The wings of your dragonfly are incorrect; the hind wings are broader, not the same size as the forward wings. And another thing...” You get the picture.

Now, if you've meet him as The Collector...

If you are part of his collection, I can picture him trying to remove your tattoos as an experiment/challenge of sorts. I can also see him piercing your body in hopes to see what the human body can withstand.

So, if you don't want that, than you better capture this man's attention and fast.

Jesse Cromeans

I HC Jesse to have multiple tattoos; we already know that he has the skull and knives tattoo on his chest, so it makes me think that his arms are covered in ink, and possibly his back.

Seriously, can we just imagine that? I picture his arms to be full sleeves, one with angels and the other with demons. Now, his back is covered with a large mural of skeletons, perhaps the biggest one being the Grim Reaper (BRB, drooling).

Loves your tattoos and is fond of tracing them.

If you got the same tattoo as him, the Chromeskull brand one, he would die and go to heaven. You have also inflated his ego by ten-fold.

Congrats, you have left Jesse speechless, but don’t worry, he is quick to recover and carry you to bed. There, he will show you just how much he appreciates your newest ink.

Finds piercings sexy and will spoil you by buying pure gold and platinum jewelry studded with the most expensive gems he can find (diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, etc...)

I also HC that if you get a matching tattoo with him, he would come home from work with a piercing that matches yours, jewelry and everything,

Will encourage you to get more piercings and tattoos:

‘Hey, Y/N, have you thought about getting a tongue piercing? It would look amazing on you.’ 😉

‘That tattoo artist you follow on Insta is visiting a shop a few states over. I ended up booking them the entire day for you.’

#jesse cromeans x reader #jesse cromeans #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #asa emory x reader #asa emory #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons

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scarecrowsbasementceiling · 3 years ago

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Slashers Getting You Pregnant

So apparently this wasn’t showing up on any tags or anything so I figured I’d repost, enjoy :)

Thomas Hewitt:

When you found out you were pregnant, you weren’t very scared of the family’s reaction. You knew they would be over the moon to find out a new member would be joining their family, well maybe not Hoyt but that didn’t matter much to you

You wanted to tell Thomas first before anyone else, you had thought about telling Luda Mae because it was your first pregnancy and you were scared of how it would go, what if something went wrong? How do people ensure their pregnancies are safe?

As much as that all mattered to you, you decided that regardless of all that. Thomas was the father and he deserved to know first, Luda would find out soon after and then you can have that conversation with her

You waited until later that night, after dinner was over and it was just you and Thomas in your shared bedroom, both of you settling down for the night.

Now Thomas was not completely ignorant to what was going on, he had noticed your morning sickness and other symptoms. Of course he didn’t know what it all meant, so he went to his mother for answers. When she mentioned pregnancy his eyes almost fell out of his head, sure he wanted a family of his own but he didn’t think it would come so soon.

With all of that information, it still was a surprise when you did tell him the news, it had only been a possibility before, but now it was real and actually happening. He might have a heart attack here and now. Excitement and happiness were rushing through both of you as he pulled you into his arms. Everything was going to be okay.

Luda Mae was over the moon at the news, she had her suspicions and she was damn glad to be right. A new member would be joining them in the next nine months!

Thomas will take any lesson he can from Luda Mae on how to be a good parent, he will do anything he can to make sure his child has a nice life. He knows how hard life can be for some people, and will make sure that nobody hurts his kid or does anything to make them feel less than they are. His child will forever be a star in his eyes.

RZ!Michael Myers:

Michael has thought before of having children, it stemmed from when he went away to the asylum and came to the realization that Boo wouldn’t be a baby anymore when he found her again. Maybe he could have a child one day to recreate the feeling that Boo gave him when he was little.

When you and him got together, the thought of children had already passed his mind and seemed impossible. He wouldn’t be a good father, growing up he had a horrible father and so far he hasn’t seen any other role model for a father figure. But with everything you’ve shown him throughout your relationship, maybe his view could change

When you discovered you were pregnant, horror went through you. Michael had never talked about kids before and with his tendencies, you didn’t have a single clue about how he felt about kids. You never dared bring it up because you figured he’d be against it. But now it seemed as though you had no choice but to find out how he felt about them now. Hopefully it won’t be too bad right?

Surprisingly enough you were correct in your thoughts. Although he wasn’t jumping for joy, he wasn’t angry either. He stood there in silence at the news, not knowing how to fully process it. He was going to be a father? A thought that was impossible to him was now happening, did he want it to though?

You were torn when he walked off suddenly, maybe he wasn’t as okay with it as you thought. But then again Michael has always been one to think on things by himself, so you let him think on it.

Michael came back later that night, his perspective on it decided. He would try his hand at being a father, maybe he could do it differently than it was done for him. And of course having you as the baby’s mother was a good thing too, he knew you were fit to be a mother and that gave him confidence

Trust that his child will be protected no matter what, nothing will happen to the boogeyman’s kid, anyone hurts them or does anything to make them upset? That’s their last move, nobody messes with Michael’s family.

Otis Driftwood

Otis? A father? Like that would ever happen. He’d never dare bring a child into this world, he had better things to do than that

He didn’t even think about relationships, he was the kind of guy to fuck and the leave them in the dust, dead or alive. But then you came along and had to shake everything up for him. That was a big enough change as is, like hell he’d want another shake up in the form of a kid

Well sucks to suck Otis cause now you’ve got a baby on the way. You told Baby and Mama before you told him, and they offered you nothing short of support. It made you feel a bit better about the pregnancy, but even they couldn’t sooth your feelings about how Otis would react, they didn’t really tell you much different than you already thought

But who knows, maybe he’d have a change of heart when he finds out. You ended up being a little right about that, he wasn’t as against it as you or himself originally thought. He was surprised to hear the news to say the least, and he needed time to process it all.

He won’t be as happy with it until the baby actually arrives sadly, it takes him that long to fully process that he is a father now. But once that baby does come? He’s fine to take up that mantle, he’ll show his baby the way of the world and shower them with all his creative ideals

The baby will definitely grow up to be creative like him, so be prepared for that. You’ll get plenty of artsy gifts, both macabre and tame. But living with the Fireflys for as long as you have, you see the beauty in the macabre and welcome it the same way they do

All in all, the baby will be loved by the entire family for sure, and it will grow up to be as crazy as them as it grows up. But you and Otis see nothing wrong with that at all

Billy Loomis

Billy is the king of mommy and daddy issues here, so his view on being a father is skewed as well. He’s both scared of being like his father and failing his kid and scared of you potentially walking out on him and his kid

Now it’s nothing personal against you, it’s just the fears he has because of his own parents. But trust he will love the kid

He would prefer to have a child later in life, so if it happens while he’s still in school it’s going to be very stressful for him. He's got other things to worry about, like school and killing people. He wouldn’t want his kid to know he was Ghostface, he might like killing with Stu but that doesn’t mean he wants his kid to do the same. He knows that he’s fucked up for killing, and if his kid does the same to him it means they’re fucked up and he failed them. He wants his kid to live as normal of a life as you two can give them

He might push for an abortion if you two are still in school for those reasons, but you decide to keep it and he supports that decision too. He might be upset for a bit and anxious but he knows he can do it and you’re the mother so you get final say. He’d never abandon his kid just because he’s in school so you don’t have to worry about him walking out on you

Stu would be stoked about it too, be ready for the best babysitter there is, he’s rich so just know you’ll never run out of stuff for the baby. Stu is determined to be uncle #1 and be the baby’s favorite person outside of the parents obviously

Billy would be determined to be the best father he can for his child, he’ll be there for every game, concert, doctor's appointment, anything the child has he’ll be there for it. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake his parents made, and that’s what drives him to do better and better with his family

Stu Macher

Stu is over the moon at the news of being a father, you don’t have to worry much about him not wanting to support the kid. He’s rich and had good parents, he knows what to do. He’s always been a party goer but he knew eventually he’d wanna settle down, and he wanted that with you

His parents taught him a bit about parenting, but he has no problem picking up parenting books to learn the rest with you. He will happily attend classes with you and help you with anything you need during the pregnancy. He’ll also be your number one cheerleader when you’re in the delivery room, much to your annoyance and joy. It's hard to enjoy it entirely when you’re in labor. Don’t worry he expected that too, he’s not hurt by any comments you make, you are about to push out a baby after all

He is willing to give up the mantle of Ghostface for your little one much to Billy’s dismay, but he understands that a child is a big deal so he’s not going to be too angry at Stu. He trusts him not to say a word and rat him out so everything’s good. You’re lucky he trusts you too, that had to be earned the second you started dating Stu, so good for you on that front

Stu is a big puppy at heart, he will melt the first time he holds his kid, he will do anything for them and will support them no matter what. If his kid wants to throw a party he’ll make sure it’s the best party anyone’s ever thrown, he totally wants his kid to outdo him, it’ll make him so proud

Stu has the capacity to be a great father, you won’t have to worry about him skipping out on anything, he might gag at the dirty diapers but if you need him to change one he absolutely will. Anything for his partner and kiddo.

#slashers x reader #Slashers #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers #Stu Macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt

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ludarklina-fan-spot · 2 years ago

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In the end Aleksander has to accept that Alina will never be Luda and will never “see” him for him. She will never want what Luda wanted unless he is out of the way.

Pretty wretched. But realistically, this is set to teach a lesson. We can’t all want the same things. We’re all built differently. Whilst I do find Alina bratty most of the time, she said she did not want to be Amplified, Luda does. I really do think Aleksander unconsciously believes Alina is Luda and he is protecting her bu giving her what she wanted. So when Alina denies him her loyalty and love it’s more than just a slap in the face. Yes I do want to hug him.

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You know what still bugs me about the show? That the flashback we saw (which was presented to us as factual and not as biased towards any one point of view) perfectly matched The Darkling's version of events but then afterwards everyone goes running around saying he lied about everything and he did it on purpose. Including Baghra who was literally there.

LMAO the amount of inconsistency surrounding the creation of the Fold is so all over the place that I don't know anymore if Leigh just forgot her own version of events or if it was meant to have multiple interpretations or what.

Darkling in the books: The Fold was a mistake Baghra in the books: The Fold was no mistake. Only the volcra were a mistake. Darkling in the show: *creates the Fold and the volcra as a mistake* Baghra in the show: the FOld wAS a nO mISTAKee!!!

SO SHE IS LIAR??? SHE IS FULL OF LIES??? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO CONCLUDE NETFLIX??? Because Baghra being a manipulative opportunist who hates anyone getting close to her son makes way more sense storywise anyway.

Like......I could 100% buy that the person who tipped the King's soldiers off to Aleks and Luda's secret location was Baghra. She seems like the type to destroy all her son's relationships to "teach him a lesson" about how everyone is dust to him 👀👀👀

And to add to the confusion, both the Darkling and Baghra lie about different things. So because the Darkling lied about not being the Black Heretic (which, in the text, it seems to be implied he didn't WANT to lie about that but felt he had to in order to protect himself from Alina's prejudice), the narrative wants to pretend like EVERYTHING he's ever said is now suspect. But Baghra--despite lying about the Fold, lying about her son's intentions with it, physically and verbally attacking Alina, and keeping her own secrets about her bloodline and past--she's the one the narrative wants us to blindly trust?

#evil!baghra would add so much more angst and complexity to their relationship #and its an angle we wouldn't really get to explore from alina's perspective

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ominoose · 3 years ago

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Slashers As Teachers

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, RZ Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire Tw’s: Bullying This is a primary school/kindergarden setting! Not highschool!

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭 - 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐬 & 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬

✦ Mr Hewitt is a quiet man, only talking when he’s giving out instructions or having a serious talk with a student, otherwise, he communicates with nods, head shakes, grunts and gestures. His teaching takes a hands-on approach, showing the class what he’s doing, taking his time to slowly go over every task. Each day he’ll come dressed in the same green or brown shirt, dark tie, black trousers, boots and black face mask. Why he wears the mask over his lower face ends up being a long standing school legend.

✦ His class is mostly structured around needlework and drawing. For the first part of the year, he works on self-portraits and landscapes. On sunny days the class will be led outside to one of the local fields to draw the first animal they see, with everyone spread out on the grass. Thomas will walk around his students, nodding his head in encouragement and sometimes pointing out things in the background students missed. When it's time to do needlework, he lets the class decorate pillowcases and make small teddies, cutting out felt flowers and cows for everyone when they struggle. He also has a stash of band-aids on his desk in case people nick themselves. Unlike most art teachers, Thomas isn’t very strict with his student's finished pieces, he doesn’t change anything and lets the students express themselves how they want as long as they’re following the guidelines and making an effort.

✦ The atmosphere of the class is often quiet. Since Mr Hewitt is so big and silent, some of the students are a little intimidated, especially when they’re new to the class, so everyone mutters quietly amongst themselves and focuses on their work, which usually keeps them busy enough. It's a relaxing environment when people get comfortable around him, until some students get rowdy. If the class gets too noisy or excitable, Thomas ends up knocking on the desk of the problem group and gives them a look. No one really challenges Mr Hewitt, so the class goes quiet very quickly.

✦ Thomas takes bullying very seriously. Since his classes end up being quiet, he doesn’t have to confront too much drama, but it does happen on occasion. He saw two boys scribbling on the paper of a visibly distressed girl, snickering and prodding at her, and was at the table before the children realised he’d even moved. A sharp “Enough.” startled the boys to attention when Thomas slammed his hand on the desk, and were quickly sent to detention without discussion. The girl was given a new sheet of paper and perfect marks, both boys failed and had to re-do their pieces. For the rest of the year no one started any nonsense in his class again. He has an absolute no-tolerance policy.

✦ He doesn’t interact much with the other teachers and spends breaks in his classroom marking or prepping for the next lesson. Since no one wants to get caught bullying in front of Mr Hewitt, his classroom tends to be a safe space for some of the less popular students. One stray boy walked knocked on the door at lunch and timidly asked if he could catch up on his project. Thomas saw the way the boy hunched into himself, the bruise on his arm and the way he clutched his bag and nodded immediately. This started a routine of the boy coming by each lunchtime and doodling silently in his workbook, and soon enough a couple more students would ask to do the same. Eventually, he starts bringing in some of Luda Mae’s baked goods for them and keeps a basket of fruit on his desk at lunch for the ones who don’t bring any with them. It quickly becomes his favourite part of the job.

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 - 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬

★ Mr Sawyer ends up as the most loved or bullied teacher in the entire school. Every student loves his cooking, especially when he lets the class taste what he’s made. He never teaches a bad recipe, everyone enjoys each class and he’s never really gives anyone in trouble if they mess up. The fact that he rarely tells anyone off tends to be taken advantage of by troublemakers, they’ll purposefully make a mess or get the recipe wrong and Bubba, in fondness when he doesn’t realise it was on purpose or exasperation if he does, doesn’t have the heart to make a scene, he fixes the recipe and tries to help with the mess.

★ His thick country drawl, fast-paced speech impediment and tendency to ramble makes him difficult to understand for most students, especially the younger and newer ones, but he’s happy to repeat if the student is polite. Ends up printing off recipe cards early on in his job to make things easier and leans towards teaching by example. He’ll work alongside the students step by step, showing them what comes first then walking around and making sure everyone's got it right before moving onto the next step. If you’re one of the nicer students he’ll take over stirring for you if you make a show of struggling and gives a big cheer and grin when his students do particularly well.

★ When the class has to do textiles, he pops on the radio and treats the class to some upbeat country music. The students tend to see these classes as easy and muck around a bit since Bubba isn’t too strict about it and has never failed a student. Most of the projects consist of socks or gloves during the colder months or working on a joint patchwork quilt outside in the warmer weather. If there are any leftover cookies or sandwiches from the food classes, he puts them out for everyone to have. He loves that this class tends to be a student favourite and wants to keep it that way, so he’ll make sure to come to school in the same bright yellow apron, colourful shirts and silly ties that the students always giggle over.

★ He’s rather shy outside of classes and doesn’t go to the teacher's lounge often. During break times he’s either in his classroom cleaning and sewing or at the back of the school tending to the small coop of chickens they own. They provide fresh eggs for food class and feathers for the art projects, so Bubba takes over caring for them completely. Every now and again a group of students wander around at lunch to coo over the chicks and ask Mr Sawyer if they can hold them, which he cheerily supervises.

★ There was only one time when Mr Sawyer got angry at students, and it was the last time he had to. It was a cooking class, he was at the back helping a student take a cake out of the oven when he hears a cry. Three students had thrown cake icing over a larger classmate and stood laughing, pointing their fingers and oinking at the poor child. It struck a chord with Bubba, hitting too close to home for his liking and had him storming over to the table and giving the group a verbal lashing, dumping their cakes into the bin and dismissing them from the class. The students were stunned into silence while Mr Sawyer gently led the victim to the sink at his desk, shielding them from the eyes of the class and helping them wash off, reassuring them to pay the bullies no mind. That student went home with Bubba's cake all to themselves and the three bullies were given the cold shoulder for the rest of the year, not daring to try any more stunts and never given any extra slices of cake.

𝐑𝐙 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜

✹ Mr Myers is generally well-liked by most students but hated passionately by a few, something he secretly revelled in. At the start of every new year, he susses out the social standing of the students, quickly finding the popular, aggressive types and keeping a close eye on them. He knows from personal experience they can be horrible to students that can’t fight back, and the moment he sees them try anything slightly mean they’re on his hit list. Mr Myers is a silent prankster, he’ll meddle with your guitar strings before you get to class, hide your drumsticks and change your piano sounds to fart noises, and is unapologetic about it. When the students on his hit list catch on, which they inevitably do, he’ll play it off and pull back a bit, but he only gets more sly. If you’re one of the less popular students, an obvious black sheep, he’s also secretly doting on you, always coincidentally letting those kids have the instruments in the best conditions and the cleaner whiteboards.

✹ On the few occasions students are openly and consistently nasty, Mr Myers drops the prank and will come down like a ton of bricks. He won’t bother telling them how cruel their actions are, instead he settles for embarrassing the hell out of the student, which usually entails some sly insults (“Wouldn’t be calling anyone stupid when you failed at Twinkle Twinkle.”), pulling their instrument out of their hand and having them sit at the front of the class facing everyone and handing them a baby xylophone while he proceeds to criticise every tiny thing they do. By the end of the class, the bully has almost no self-esteem left which this usually ends up with parents screaming down the schools phone, but that doesn’t phase him too much, it's a method that always solves the problem.

✹ Most classes are laid back and sometimes quite funny, but Michael is blunt. If you want to pick All Star as you’re next drum practice he’ll allow it, but he will nit-pick, Mr Myers will not hold back in telling you that you’re offbeat or not following the music correctly. When he’s in charge of the music, it will be to his preference. Students will be listening to rock and metal in most classes, with a few funnier choices thrown into the mix, although he lets students put in their headphones for written tasks so they’re not entirely stuck with AC/DC. There have been a few cases where other teachers have come to his class and asked him to turn it down, which he obliges after “accidentally” putting the volume to the max for a few seconds.

✹ Michael does go to the teacher's lounge half the time, often weary from dealing with students all day. He sits with a coffee and reads a comic or listens to a podcast. The other half of the time, he’s weary from small-talking with the other teachers and sits in his classroom fiddling with instruments. There have been a few times when students ask to hang out in his class or even practice the instruments, and he lets it happen. As long as they’re not being too noisy, his classroom tends to be open to all, although it's usually students with similar taste in music that end up there.

✹ Mr Myers is generally laid back and comes to school dressed casually in a black t-shirt and jeans. He doesn’t enforce many of the school's rules, not bothering to dress code kids or scold them for chewing gum. In his eyes, it's all some power trip nonsense that he can’t be bothered with. As long as students do all the required work and don’t cause problems, he doesn’t care beyond that.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

✦ Mr Heelshire is a strict teacher, which doesn’t make him the most popular. He often gets exasperated with students who can’t pick things up and tends to speed through topics assuming everyone should find the subject matter easy. Also tends to be a bit of a book snob.

✦ Most of his courses consist of analysing poetry and classical literature, largely poems by Carol Ann Duffy and pointed lectures on the symbolism in Gatsby. He knows he can be fast-paced, so he’ll end up printing entire workbooks of note handouts to save him having to go back and explain things in greater detail, which students tend to prefer anyway. He’s much better when it comes to one-on-one support, that's when he’s willing to go into more depth and is sympathetic to the students lagging behind, he’ll even use a highlighter to go over the most important parts of the notes, but he won’t feed you the answers.

✦ Openly has favourites, although he’ll deny it when asked. His favourites end up being the bookworm students, although surprisingly he can’t stand know-it-alls. Brahms is strict about classroom rules, he won’t allow phones to be out, and students are expected to stay on task and keep chatter relevant and at a low volume. Unless it's books. He'll turn a blind eye to students that sneak in a book to read during lessons, giving them a slightly easier time with his rigid marking scheme.

✦ There is one redeeming factor when in Mr Heelshire’s class, and one rule he is willing to bend, and that's hot drinks and biscuits. Somehow, (most students speculate he paid the headteacher off) Brahms gets away with having a tea station next to his desk, with mugs, a kettle and a few packets of biscuits. If you catch him in a very good mood, particularly impress him in class or the weather outside is exceedingly miserable, he’ll pour you a nice cup of tea or hot chocolate. The biscuits are only given out in very special circumstances.

✦ Has a temper when it comes to troublemakers, mostly due to his offence at being interrupted. He tends to go on long winded rants when people talk over him too many times, or when a student continuously slacks on homework. If he sees another student picked on, he’s immediately doubling down on that too. As young as his students are, he expects maturity and bullying is something he classes as childish. He’ll throw detentions down where necessary and the detention is always done in his classroom with work he knows is incredibly boring, he makes the punishment cruel.

✦ Brahms is rarely close or openly kind to any students unless they approach him first. The first time a student approached his desk after school he was surprised, knowing he wasn’t the most popular of teachers. When they started tearing up about failing the class and how angry the parents were becoming, he felt rather guilty. The student was pleading for extra help, promising they were trying their hardest and Brahms buckled. For a whole month, he invited that student to stay behind every day, setting a cup of hot chocolate out on their desk to greet them and going over all the material. Brahms was as patient as he could possibly be, and found himself giddy with pride when he could finally grade the papers with a giant A. Other students started catching on to what was happening, and while most wouldn’t bother interacting with the teacher any more than they had to, every now and again a student appears at his desk after class knowing Mr Heelshire will give them a hand and a hot drink.

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