#throwing this on the dash and then RUNNING AWAY

[shipofdreams25]

Patterns (Pt. 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Since Y/N was a child, all she wanted was to seal the honmoon and help her sister get rid of her patterns. With Rumi’s patterns spreading, it really is now or never. Reader is Rumi’s older sister.

Reader x Abby x Romance

“Is Rumi in here?” Mira asks, popping her head into Y/N’s bedroom.

“No,” Y/N motions to the empty space, from her place on the bed, “just me.”

“She’s not in her room.” Mira’s eyes scan the area. All baby blue and neat, nothing out of place. Perfect. The way Y/N always keeps it.

“Maybe she went out.” Y/N lifts a shoulder.

“Did you guys get in a fight?” Mira wonders.

“No, why?” Y/N shifts from her belly, propped up on her elbows, to a sitting position atop the mattress.

“I’ve just never known you to not know where Rumi is.” Mira crosses both arms over her chest.

“Rumi’s a big girl.” Y/N laughs, “she can handle herself.”

The magenta haired woman narrows her eyes. “Sure.”

“I’ve been working on the song for the idol awards. You wanna hang out? Brainstorm?”

“Me and Zoey are going to watch a movie, I thought maybe you and Rumi would want to join.” She offers, instead.

Y/N sighs. “We really need this song finished.”

Mira’s scrutinizing stare softens a bit. “I know how important this is to you. Sealing the honmoon is priority number one for all of us.”

Y/N nods.

“But our friendship is important to me too.”

Y/N moves to stand in front of Mira. Her long purple hair falling freely over her shoulders. She hugs Mira tightly to her. Like Rumi, Mira never felt accepted by her own family. “You’re important to me, Mira. I’m doing this for all of us. You and Zo are my family too.”

Mira nods, “I love you, that’s all. I hate watching you run yourself into the ground.”

“I love you too.” Y/N squeezes her a bit tighter, “what movie are we watching?”

Mira pulls away abruptly, dashing down the hallway shouting, “we got Y/N!”

“Yeah!” Zoey rejoices, tossing an extra throw blanket onto the sectional.

Y/N makes her way to the living room, snuggling into her spot on the couch. “You never answered the question, what are we watching?”

“Love bites!” Zoey sings.

“One? Or two?” Y/N wonders. The second one is her favorite.

“Both.”

“Marathon!”

Y/N smiles, reaching a hand into the bowl of popcorn in Zoey’s lap. “Alright, let’s do this.”

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Not one of them is awake for the end of the second movie, or to notice Rumi sneaking in after her meeting with Jinu.

Rumi doesn’t get a chance to tell Y/N about it, until right before Huntr/x meet and greet.

“Jinu knows about my patterns. He saw them in the bathhouse…he helped me cover them up so Zoey and Mira didn’t see.”

“Did he say anything else? Anything useful?”

Rumi clears her throat, the rest feels sacred and private. “Not really. No.”

The rest will have to wait until later.

After days of ‘Saja, Saja, Saja!’ Huntr/x finally has a chance to reconnect with the fans at the signing.

“Happy fans, happy honmoon.” The girls click the ends of their pens together. They’ve so got this.

A line forms in front of their table, five fans clearly inspired by Mira’s infamous sleeping bag look.

“Who should we make this out to?” Zoey asks.

“To our biggest fans.” The bags drop in unison, revealing the Saja boys. Perfectly poised in their wake.

“It’s the Saja boy!”

“The Saja boys?” Bobby pipes up, “get them a table.”

A second table is produced from the corner and sat neatly beside the Huntr/x table.

“Joint signing?”

Half the fans line up at the Saja boys’ table.

“We lose half the fans?” Rumi grumbles.

They need every fan.

“The Saja boys will sit with us.” She announces, proudly.

“Same table?” The fans chorus, returning to a singular line as the second table disappears.

Chairs are placed in the space between the Huntr/x girls. Separating them. At the center of the table sits Y/N, now caged in by the pink haired demons.

“Hello beautiful, I don’t believe we’ve officially introduced ourselves.” The man with the longer hair extends a hand. “I’m Romance.”

Y/N forces a smile, the fans are watching. “Y/N.”

“Oh, we know who you are.” The one with the muscles assures her. “I’m Abby.”

“Real names or stage names?” Y/N wonders.

“Stage,” Romance tells her.

“It’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” Y/N quips, signing her name across her latest headshot.

Abby steals it from her a second later, marking the photo with his own signature.

The girl waiting eagerly to receive the autograph squeals in delight. “You too?” She looks to Romance, hopefully.

The demon turns to Y/N for permission. “May I?”

Y/N slides the photograph free of Abby’s greedy fingers and onto the table in front of Romance. “Please.”

That single word does something to the pair. They move in closer, like animals stalking their prey. Protecting what is theirs. Beside the trio, to the left is Jinu and Rumi. To the right, Zoey and Mystery. Engaged in conversations all their own.

Mira and Baby at the far end of the table are completely silent. In times like these, they prefer it.

In between signatures, Romance runs a finger along the end of Y/N’s hair. Unlike her sister, Y/N has one braid on either side of her head. “Is this your natural color?”

Y/N yanks it free of his grasp, tossing the braids over her shoulder and out of his reach. Only to feel Abby tug playful at them a moment later. “Stop it.” She bares her teeth.

Abby raises his hands in surrender.

Their banter continues for a while before Rumi moves to stand, drawing everyone’s attention. “Isn’t he great? Whooo, Jinu, everybody!”

The crowd joins in the applause, hurling bouquets of flowers at the Saja boys.

Mira stares down the line of bodies to Rumi at the far end. “Whooo, Jinu?”

Jinu springs from his seat, something must’ve spooked him. “Unfortunately, the Saja boys have to run. Thank you, everyone.”

Abby offers Y/N his bouquet first, followed by Romance, who surrounds her in a flurry of tiny hearts.

With all eyes on Y/N, she has no choice but to accept their offering.

The crowd goes wild, leaving Rumi, Zoey, Y/N and Mira to finish their signing.

Bobby is thrilled with the turn out. “The internet loves this.” He presents his phone screen to his girls, with pride. “You all have your own ship names.”

“This is ridiculous,” Mira scowls at the images. There’s no way she’d even consider entertaining a demon.

“They’re obviously not going to stop.” Rumi sighs.

“I’ll get it under control.” Y/N offers, leaving the flowers behind.

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Y/N isn’t sure how to get in touch with demons. She’s spent most of her life actively fighting or avoiding them. She pulls one of the tiny pink hearts from her bedside table.

The pesky thing has a mind of its own. Pulsing in her hands, as though it truly beats. “Tell Romance I’m ready to see him.”

It disappears, in a puff of pink smoke, a new one taking its place a moment later, with an address etched into it.

Y/N takes a deep breath, the knows this place. A quiet little restaurant at the far side of town, someplace they won’t be recognized. She changes quickly into her favorite tracksuit, undoing her braids and gathering her hair into a low bun.

Here goes nothing.

Y/N meets with Romance and Abby two nights in a row, at the same restaurant, before they are spotted by a fan and forced to shuffle out the backdoor before the little girl can snap a photo.

‘Next time.’ Y/N promises, leaving the girl starstuck and grinning from ear to ear as she bounces back to her mother.

“Come to our place.” Abby offers.

“We can finish talking there.” Romance nods in agreement.

“Ok.” Y/N concedes.

They do not sneak her through the Saja boys’ shared penthouse door. Abby parades her through the den, down the hallway to what must be their room. Jinu isn’t home. Only Mystery and Baby, shoulders slumped forward, sit on the couch.

Most of the penthouse is untouched by color or personal decor. But this room reminds Y/N of them, mixed and matched, swirling together in a domestic facade.

As the door latch clicks into place, Y/N shrugs off her jacket, tossing the leather coat to the floor. “Let’s get this over with.”

Romance smiles, cocking his head to the side. Y/N is beautiful as she is complex, flushed cheeks and plush lips. Purple tresses shimmering in the soft light.

Abby’s lips quirk upward, as intrigued and confused by her antics as he has ever been. “What do you mean?”

“This is what you want, right? To hook up.” Y/N says.

A low growl ripples out of Abby’s chest.

Romance chuckles, “we want a lot more than that.”

“Well what all do you want?” Y/N crosses both arms over her chest.

“We’d like to court you. I thought we made our intentions clear.”

And I thought this was strictly business. “We?” Y/N can’t help the nervous laughter which escapes her. “As in both of you?”

“Yes.” Abby nods, treading carefully in hopes that she won’t freak out and bolt.

“Aren’t you like…together? I don’t want to come between you.”

“We are, but that’s kind of the idea.” Romance murmurs.

“We want you between us,” Abby adds, to be sure she understands.

“Why?”

“We like you, Y/N.”

“Why?” She asks a second time.

“You’re knowledgeable and funny. Plus you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“So hot, babe.” Abby winks at Y/N.

“You don’t hate us because we’re different.” Romance continues.

“I hate that you steal souls.” Y/N corrects them, “it’s really not necessary.”

“Gwi-Ma will get suspicious if no new souls arrive, but we are keeping it to the bare minimum.”

“What would we even do together?” Y/N scoffs.

“What we’ve been, sweet girl.” Talk. Get to know each other.

“We would like to do more, but we understand if you don’t want to be seen with us.” Abby tacks on.

“It’s not that.” Y/N shakes her head. “I need to keep this under wraps until I figure out how to tell Zoey and Mira.”

“Mmm,” Abby hums, “good luck with that.”

“You understand that I will be guarded, for obvious reasons, and may never be able to trust you.” Y/N explains. They may be demons, but that doesn’t make them heartless. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, especially not if they actually want to help her.

“We have time.” Abby says, “trust is built. We want to earn it.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to find yourself a nice demon girl?”

“It would be,” Romance admits. “Much easier, but not nearly as fun.”

“So what do you say, Y/N?” Abby purses his lips, “be our little soda pop?”

“You will never call me that.” Y/N wags a finger at him.

“What will we call you, baby?” Romance wonders.

“Y/N?” She suggests, “like normal people do.”

Both men groan in unison.

“You have to let us call you something special, princess.” Abby rolls his eyes.

Romance nods, eagerly.

“I’ll think about it and get back to you.” Y/N says, gathering her belongings to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” Y/N explains.

“You just got here.” Romance protests.

“Yes but…” Y/N hesitates, “I have responsibilities.” She is careful with the wording, not ‘better things to do.’ Responsibilities is a kinder way to put it.

“When can we see you again?” Abby asks.

“I might be able to sneak away tomorrow night.” If she can coordinate her demon date time with Rumi’s, they can say they were together. Y/N shifts anxiously between feet. “Actually, I do have a question before I go. It could be a good trust building exercise, if you’re honest.”

“Lay it on us.”

“Jinu,” Y/N breathes, “he’s a good guy?”

“When he wants to be, yeah.” Romance continues admiring his pretty new lover.

“Do you think he would hurt my sister?”

Abby huffs, “that’s a loaded question, beautiful. From what I’ve seen, your sister can hold her own. I’m sure she can handle Jinu.”

“But is he an honest person?” Y/N wonders, “if you had to say.” Is he going to hurt her heart?

Romance laughs, “he’s a demon. He’s as honest as a demon who wants something can be.”

“What does Jinu want?”

“He wants to forget what happened. What he sold his soul for, he wants his memories erased.” Abby explains.

“Gwi-Ma can do that?” Y/N holds his gaze.

“Gwi-Ma can do anything.” He admits, “you’re lucky you can’t hear him.”

“What did you sell your soul for?” Y/N’s chest tightens, heart pounding against her ribs.

Abby grins, jerking his chin towards Romance. “We wanted to be together forever. Didn’t think it would look like this is, but-,” he lifts a shoulder.

“It was all in the name of love.” Romance assures her. “If we’d known what we were signing up for, we might have considered other options. But the heart wants what it wants.”

Y/N swallows hard, she can understand that.

“So when I tell you this, I want you to think about what you’re really doing, before you do it.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N braces herself against the far wall as they descend on her. Are you going to kiss me?

“When the honmoon seals, it won’t just be us on the other side.”

“It’ll be all demons, anyone with patterns.” Abby tells her.

“That means your sister,” Romance confirms, “maybe even you.”

“No.” Celine promised it would fix everything. “Sealing the honmoon will get rid of Rumi’s patterns.”

“Is that a risk you’re willing to take?” Romance implores her to see reason, “an eternity stuck with Gwi-Ma?”

Y/N hesitates, it is all too heavy and she feels her throat closing up. If it were only me, then yes.

“Yeah, you’re taking way too long to say no.” Abby shakes his head at her. Passing a hand over her hair, affectionately. “We’re gonna have to work on that, because you matter. You have value, independent of what you’re able to do for others.”

Y/N blinks at him, completely blindsided by his attack on her crumbling self worth.

“I can see that’s a touchy subject,” Romance strokes his knuckles over her flushed cheek. “We’ll table it for later, yeah?”

Y/N clears her throat, “I don’t see how it would be relevant to this conversation.”

“You asked us to be honest.” Romance reminds her.

Y/N forces out a laugh, “this is my fault then.”

“No one’s fault,” Abby assures her. “A relationship isn’t a point system.”

She grimaces, trapped beneath their gentle hands and unwavering gazes. “Can we get back to what you were saying about the honmoon?”

“Sure, we can deflect from this to the larger problem.”

“Enough.” Romance chides him, “she’s shutting down.”

“I can’t help it.” Y/N snaps.

Romance’s expression softens.

Abby’s eyes searching hers, taking in their glowing golden hue. Her demon eyes are beautiful, but he can tell she doesn’t think so. “We’re here to help you, not hurt you. But it’s kind of hard when you won’t talk to us.”

Y/N takes a steadying breath. “Having people close to me is a liability.”

“We’re not people,” Romance flashes her his true eyes, golden and glowing as brightly as own. “You don’t need to hide here.”

“We won’t judge you.”

“It’s just a lot sometimes, you know?” Y/N looks to Abby. Maybe all these years of keeping secrets from the people she loves has eaten her alive.

“I know.” His heart aches for her. She is hurt and vulnerable, raw beneath her hardened exterior. He wants to wrap her up in his arms and make her feel safe. Let her cry on Romance’s shoulder as he stands watch over them.

“My mother was a hunter, my father was a demon. They died when I was young. My mother’s best friend raised me and my sister. I spent my life trying to seal the stupid honmoon and get rid of Rumi’s patterns and now… now you tell me that might not even work?”

“We really are sorry, Y/N.”

“I hate when this happens!” When she gets overwhelmed. When she loses control. The last word shakes the honmoon, deep and guttural.

“Take a breath.” Romance coos.

Tears cascade down Y/N’s cheeks. “I thought I could fix it.”

“We can, baby.” Abby hushes her, thumbing away tears. “We can fix it, but not with the honmoon.”

“How do I know this isn’t a ploy to save your own skin?”

“You don’t.” Romance drops his gaze, unable to see her in such a state of distress and not do a thing about it. “I know there’s no way for you to trust us yet, I get it. But I’m losing my mind trying to keep my distance, let me hold you.”

Y/N yelps as his arms encircle her waist, pulling her tightly to his chest. Stroking his hand through her hair over and over again.

The lavender hue is more beautiful up close. “Seal the honmoon, if that’s what you want. But do it knowing the cost.”

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief.

“You asked for honesty, you deserve that.” Abby mutters, “but I would much rather give you a half truth than see you upset over something Ro and I could’ve just handled.” His strong hands join Romance’s, resting on her trembling back.

She needs to get away, to run. Hide. But she can’t, not with them holding her so tightly. Demons consoling her as she breaks. Because it is so gentle, so kind. Everything she has needed and denied herself for so long. Y/N holds them back, just as tightly. Understanding the risk.

“I will absolutely take you up on the offer, if we all live through this.” Y/N sniffles, because her moment of weakness won’t matter if they don’t. “Right now there’s just too much at stake.”

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When Y/N has calmed down enough, they offer to walk her home.

“Someone might see,” she dismisses the idea with kiss to each of their cheeks. Softening the blow. “I’ll see you tomorrow night”

“Be safe.” Abby reminds her.

“I will,” Y/N allows them to accompany her to the front door at least. “Goodnight.”

Romance melts, “sweet dreams, love.”

Y/N flushes at the term of endearment, making her way out the door and into the elevator.

Abby and Romance lock the door behind her, retiring to their room with a renewed sense of purpose.

They can’t speak freely here, Gwi-Ma is watching too closely. But they’ve known each other long enough to communicate intent without words.

We’re not screwing her over. Not for Gwi-Ma. Not for freedom. Not for power. Not for anything in the world.

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[nickyrothfan]

Super powers au remake(trailer 1)

(My current plans for the arcs after the Starfall Tournament, subject to change, but the general path is already set)

Trailer (I tried to stylize it as such):

"No matter where I go..."- Nicky's voice.

Nicky runs through school corridors, his expression full of panic and fear. He is soaked, and the students around him are laughing.

"...No matter how fast I run..."

Nicky is shown in a forest, in his Lightning Boost form, sparks running all over his body, a trail of lightning left behind him.

"...I always see him."

Nicky is shown looking into a puddle. The reflection is identical to his... but the eyes are not brown, they are scarlet. Nocky... and behind Nocky in the reflection stands a being, a "The Thing."

The scene changes to the Roth's house, all of Nicky's words were said to Jay and Luanne.

"..."- Nicholas's parents exchange glances, not knowing what to say.

A few moments pass, and the screen first goes dark, then turns back on.

…

The inventor's club office is shown.

"...think about it, guys, it's in our power to help those around us, to protect people from crimes, even ones not related to the Crowfaces."- Ivan says.

"I don't know. Our city isn't exactly a hotbed of crime. I doubt there would be more than 2-3 robberies a day."- Finch shrugs.

"But at the same time, how many innocent people suffer? Even simple domestic violence exists. And you, of all people, know that, Finch."- Enzo looks at Finch.

After the words "domestic violence," Nicky's expression changes to a more... cruel and determined one.

…

In the next scene, Nicky stands in his room in front of a mirror, examining himself.

He is wearing a blue and black jumpsuit. A mask of the same color that covers everything except his hair. His eyes are covered by black glasses. On his chest is a lightning emblem.

"Meet Lightning-fear!" he exclaims, proudly straightening his back.

A few seconds of silence pass, after which he sighs.

…

Lightning-fear dodges bullets inside a store. Masked thugs with machine guns shoot at him, but he skillfully evades the attacks.

…

"So this is what it's like... to be a symbol of luck." - Aaron says.

He and Nicky are sitting across from each other. Both are in a restaurant, surprisingly wearing tuxedos, as if such a meeting was... very important.

"We're doing great, considering everything we've been through." - Roth replies, looking away.

(C'mon. This looks like a date(maybe it’s one).)

…

"How's Alicia?"- Enzo asks.

"She's doing well. She's already walking... She's growing so fast, literally."- Nicky replies.

"You know... if you need advice on how to be an older brother... I can help."

"You're only a year older than Maritza. I'm about 14 years older than Alicia."- Nicky rolls his eyes.

…

"Teen Titans. Go!"- Trinity shouts.

She is wearing a witch hat that creates a shadow effect on her face, covering it. A fancy purple cloak and top are on her. On her chest is a wind emblem.

Above her appears the inscription: "Wind-witch."

Following this, Enzo soars on a stream of water.

He is dressed in a blue jumpsuit, with a mask on his face that covers his eyes. The jumpsuit is form-fitting. On his chest is a water emblem.

Above him is the inscription: "Agile-water."

Delroy grabs a boulder and throws it.

Schmidt is wearing a white top, a full-face mask that even covers his hair. There are brown inserts on his arms and legs that look like kneepads. On his chest is an earth emblem.

The inscription to his left: "Earth-anger."

Maritza makes a dash, pushing forward.

She is wearing a red costume, identical to the Flash's costume from DC comics. But instead of a lightning bolt on her chest, there is fire, which is purple at the edges.

To her right is the inscription: "Fire-racer."

Ivan hurls a piece of concrete with telekinesis.

He is in a yellow iron suit, packed with repulsors, missiles, and other tech. The armor covers his whole body. And in the middle is a drawing of ice.

Above him is the inscription: "Icy-telepath."

Finch appears out of nowhere and shoots a bomb from a slingshot, which blows up the debris scattered on the civilians.

She is wearing a green costume. Her face is covered by a mask that only grips her eyes. Lines of vines run from her chest down the costume.

The inscription to her right: "Invisible-nature."

Finally, Aaron exhales a fireball, extinguishing the stream of water from a broken fire hydrant.

He is wearing a blue-scarlet costume. There are two holes on his back for wings. His boots are crystal white. On his chest are patterns of water and fire.

To his left is the inscription: "Lucky-curse."

And finally, Nicky flies out, with a blue aura around him. He is wearing the same costume he tried on in his room.

Above him is the inscription: "Lightning-fear."

…

Then the scene changes to a bank, whose entrance has been blown up.

The heroes stand in front of it, and people in suits, iron ones, with a hole in their chest where a crystal is inserted, walk out from inside.

"Are those... Chaos crystals they have in there?"- Ivan asks.

Without a second thought, one of them, the largest one, strikes the ground, and a shockwave pushes the heroes back.

"A lovely job." - a woman's voice is heard.

She has red hair, a tattoo of a rose on her right hand. On her left eye, she has a heart-shaped eyepatch with a drawing of a closed eye.

"The Resistance League! Attack!"- she gives the order.

Inscriptions appear above the members.

Mammoth- the largest. Has red hair, brown eyes.

Gizmo- the smallest, the height of a child. Has four tentacles behind him.

Billy- a thin man. Whose face is covered by a helmet.

Shadow- a middle-aged woman. Blonde, blue eyes.

All-Seer- a man with a helmet in the shape of an eye on his head.

And finally the nickname of the redhead herself: Amber.

…

"Who are you?"- Amber asks.

Location- the city museum. There are exhibits everywhere in jars, pots with ashes, necklaces, etc.

"Michael Peterson. The ultimate life form." - the boy introduces himself, and then in a dash, he is at another exhibit.

Amber glances at the boy, he looks like that "Lightning-fear."

"Aren't you a good guy?"

Michael just starts scratching his fingers with his nails.

"More like neutral. I'm on my own."- he answers confidently.

«Yes… Beatrix.»-he thinks.

…

"Doesn't this bother you at all?"- Trinity asks.

She and Nicky are in her room.

"Not really..."- the boy shrugs.

"So another version of you said that we haven't been in contact since around our current age, and you don't care?" - she pokes him in the chest.

Nicky just looks away, holding his arm.

"He's not me. He even said that in his world he didn't even know Finch, Ivan, and Delroy. Stop comparing me to him... and maybe it's for the best."- Roth mumbles the last part, but Bales hears everything.

"WHAT?!"

"I'm just kidding... God."- Nicky sighs.

…

"Sometimes the feeling of anxiety hits me harder than a trolleybus." - Enzo says, walking with Ivan and Delroy.

"You've been hit by a trolleybus?" - Schmidt raises an eyebrow.

"I think he's speaking figuratively..." - Ivan whispers.

Enzo just glances at both of them and continues:

"I mean... Nicky is acting a little strange. Aggressive. Yesterday he almost strangled a man who was beating his wife and daughter."

Delroy just grunts, sipping his lemonade.

"Come on... he's not losing it."

…

"Nicky, I was so worried about you."- Finch says on the phone.

Suddenly, a series of scenes begin to happen:

Nicky screams, falling from the sky.

...

Then he stands inside a crater, breathing heavily, with a dark aura around him. This makes it clear that he was the one who created this depression.

...

In the next scene, Nicky runs through the forest, gasping for air, the dark aura still around him.

...

Nicky runs into his house, clearly nervous, with tears in his eyes.

"Narf?"- Jay calls him.

But Nicky just runs on, going up the stairs to his room.

...

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"- Roth roars.

The dark energy envelops his body more and more, even his hair and eyes are turning black.

...

Nicky furiously punches a tree, breaking it in half.

...

Then the Roth's house is shown, and the windows begin to crack.

Luanne notices that even her favorite mug is getting cracks, breaking...

...

"I'm sorry..."- Nicky mumbles, hugging a wounded Trinity.

What's strange is that there's a lot of blood on Roth's hands.

...

"...I'm trying."

He stands in front of Maritza, a purple light emanating from her, and a dark one from him.

...

"...I... need... SPACE!"

Nicky grabs his head, falling to his knees right in front of a lake.

A fishing rod nearby shows that he went fishing.

Then a black layer begins to cover his skin, and his pupils disappear.

...

"Yeah, nothing to worry about."- Nicky waves off on the call.

…

Sorry for no updates. I have terrible internet right now. Barely published this trailer.

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    𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 - a canon & oc multi-muse roleplay blog centered around the HORROR genre. features muses from Borderlands, Marvel, Dead by Daylight, Team Fortress 2, South Park, The Wolf Among Us, SCP: Containment Breach, Creepypasta, Ash vs. Evil Dead, Alien, Beetlejuice, FAITH: The Unholy Trinity, Baldur's Gate 3, and MORE.

    18+ due to dark content ft. various forms of trauma & horror themes (slasher, psychological, supernatural, monster, body, fantasy, etc). currently mutuals only & on perma MEDIUM to LOW activity due to college. slashed by TOASTIE since 2014.

PERSONALS & NON-ROLEPLAY BLOGS DNI

[aliceourpalace]

Bushes and Briars//The Pacific

[babydinosaur930]

WIP Whenever/ Last Line

Quick post as I try to catch up with tag games between packing. Tagged by @redheadsramblings

Full disclosure this is a snip from the Words with Friends prompt @aetherflowers tagged me in and I've taken way too seriously so who knows when it'll be finished.

Anyway, centered around Gale and Ashni and a little moonlight dancing.

"Why are you smiling like that?" His smile only broadened as they swayed. "I’ve never done this before." Ashni snickered. "I thought you were supposed to be good at this." He spun her around once, eyes full of awe, and Ashni could not help her own grin as he pulled her back into the embrace of his arms. "No," he whispered, "this--" bending his head low he dropped a soft kiss against her lips, never breaking the rhythm of their steps--"danced with someone I love."

Tada!

Soft tagging: @sucksinlosers @abysskeeper and @woundedsoul12

[crazycoven]

is this too sappy for them? who cares

doodles for zosantober, prompt: promises

[spaced-out-muses]

Looks to the right. Looks to the other.

Mods are busy post Mole and Mousona—

[fate-rewired]

TAG DUMP - PT. 06 || Muses PT. 02

Transformers: Animated

Swindle

Swindle || Put your money on the dash/Throw the dice.

Swindle Aesthetic || Lose control/I won’t crash/Rollin’ high.

Swindle Headcanons || When you slow/I won’t crash/Runnin’/Take/Take/Take.

Haven Layne

Haven Layne || Think I’m bad for business/Doin’ bad with my mental fitness.

Haven Layne Aesthetic || Am I alive/Or am I just dyin’?/Little at a time/Spinnin’ my wheels just to keep survivin’.

Haven Layne Headcanons || Is that the grind/Or am I just getting ground up?

Shaken Energon

Shaken Energon || No I can’t stop looking/You make my heart beat out of my chest.

Shaken Energon Aesthetic || Let me know what you’re drinking/Choose from the bar/Next drink is on me.

Shaken Energon Headcanons || I’m just a little/(Just a little)/Drunk on you.

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Bumblebee

Bumblebee || Chasin’ that luck/Before I get old.

Bumblebee Aesthetic || They tell you that the sky might fall/They say that you might lose it all/So I run until I hit that wall!

Bumblebee Headcanons || I learned my lesson/Count my blessings/Look to the rising sun.

Journey Smith

Journey Smith || No defeat/Won’t retreat/Hold the line until it’s over.

Journey Smith Aesthetic || All my scars/Are tattoos/They’re a work of art.

Journey Smith Headcanons || Reaching for my destiny/Goodbye to my enemies!

Speeding Meteor

Speeding Meteor || So when the truth/Is out/We’re just beginning.

Speeding Meteor Aesthetic || Dare!/Time’s up are you ready or not?

Speeding Meteor Headcanons || Truth!/Last kiss on the tip of your lips/Really his?/Was your heart beat/Beating?

Bayverse

Bumblebee

Bumblebee || I got something they want/But it’s mine to give.

Bumblebee Aesthetic || Free my struggles/Detach me from this island.

Bumblebee Headcanons || I’m dealing with this pain/(I just can’t let you come throw it away).

Reid Jones

Reid Jones || What would it feel like?/To be speed of light/And rule the night and day?

Reid Jones Aesthetic || I’m falling free/In the wind/Free to be me/In the wind.

Reid Jones Headcanons || Crawl/Walk/Or run/You had your fun.

Honeyed Metal

Honeyed Metal || Driving ‘til it’s light out/Searchin’ for your hideout.

Honeyed Metal Aesthetic || I’m on your tail in a hot pursuit/Love is a high speed chase racin’ down the street!

Honeyed Metal Headcanons || Callin’ all cars there’s an officer down/Shot through the heart on a night on the town!

[1mpulsee]

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CONFESSIONS — accepting !!

❝ I thought … ❞

❝ maybe … young justice . us all being friends . it was like, the ONE thing I couldn’t mess up . … and I think I was WRONG . ❞

[ragnarockz]

[touchbased]

open to: m / f / nb muse: kara andersson. early twenties. lifestyle content creator by day, ✨ o/f creator ✨ by night. often pretends she's more innocent than she is, mostly in an effort to make things go her way. connections: someone she's just started dating, a friend she feels comfortable with, an enemy she has tension with, etc. anyone that would agree to film some spice with her. go wild!

"i know this must be a lot to process," because it isn't every day someone comes up to you and says hey, by the way, i pay the bills by posting explicit videos of myself online, "but i'm telling you for a reason. because i kind of... need your help."

[babydinosaur930]

For the first time asks: the first time one recognized their feelings for the other went beyond simple attraction? <3

I've been sitting on this for waaay to long so I'm just gonna throw it out there and run away.

I went with Gale and Ashni. She's a tiefling and a draconic sorcerer.

He knew, logically, that they stood nestled in the cup of Mystra's palm, and oh, how he used to revel in that feeling. In the warmth of her touch. All his life that had been his anchor. To feel himself as part of the tapestry of magic and creation. Yet in this particular moment, wrapped in the weave itself, he found that he did not think of Mystra. Rather his mind was drawn to this bright eyed woman standing next to him. The scales across her cheek rippled in the moonlight. She was her own canvas of dark blue sky swathed in starlight. Magic bloomed within and around her, coaxing the weave to ribbon and dance about her. She was the center of it all and Gale was suddenly caught up in her orbit-- revolving around the universe that was this woman. What a marvelous thing it was, to see her this way, standing--smiling--in the embrace of her own power. He was unprepared for the revelation, that she was thinking of him too.

[wrlckd]

Please like this post if I can make a starter for you from my old dilf tiefling. I don't have much on him other than a whisper of a backstory tho *standing emoji*

[causeimasinger]

idk i think maybe buck and tommy should get married

[normallyxstranger]

@southern-belle-outcasts

“…And if we won’t burn together, I’ll burn alone.”

— Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction