#<< anybody got a light>> open starters

[godzexperiment]

Internally he knew his reaction was uncalled for attitude. Yet the state of emotional exhaustion paired with immortal horrors level of tiredness had won the duel. Only option for control being in acting out to cover for the fiberglass sensation of vulnerability gracing his nervous system. "Who me? If that look is about me, I can gladly show you I'm operating just fine."

[lanafofana]

Garden center

The concept: Tav and Halsin have a modern day meet-cute at the local hardware store (w/ garden center)

have snippet!

The outside garden center is Tav’s favorite place to shop in spring. Probably her favorite place to shop ever besides the book shop down the street. The air is heavy with the scent of blooms arranged everywhere and vibrant saplings stand at attention, ready to be taken home and planted. When the local hardware store opens their garden center in spring, everything seems fresher, people seem nicer.

“Do you mind?” 

Well, most people seem nicer. 

Tav, inspecting a tray of tomato starters, hesitates at the acid tone and turns to see she’s being addressed by a tall, sneering man in a ritzy trench coat. 

She looks around but there’s no one else standing near so she gives him an uncertain smile. “Sorry?” 

He rolls his eyes and gestures impatiently to the tray in her hands. “Those are mine, I just set them down for a minute, just couldn’t wait to get your grubby little hands on them, eh? Well, too bad, hand them over.” Stretching out his hand expectantly he looks down his nose at her with a thin lipped glare. 

Too shocked to do anything but place the tray of baby tomato plants in his waiting palm, Tav watches him bustle away. The edge of his flashy jacket flares dramatically as he rounds a corner and disappears from sight. Glancing around to check if anybody else has witnessed the bizarre exchange Tav shakes her head with a little disbelieving laugh. 

“What the hell crawled in his latte and died,” she marvels.  

Looking over the remaining tomato starters, selecting a new tray, she thinks no more about Trenchcoat Asshole. 

Eager to get her haul home and begin organizing her garden she double checks her shopping list and frowns to realize she’s forgotten something vital. Lightbulbs. Rolling her cart of veggie starters and perennials inside the main store she beelines to the electrical department. 

Rounding the last aisle in a hurry she nearly takes out the ankles of a tall man browsing a display of solar lights. 

“Woah!” He stretches out a hand and catches the edge of her cart before it connects with his ass and she flushes in embarrassment. She gets a better look at him and flushes even warmer for an entirely different reason. Hazel eyes framed by long tawny hair spilling over a set of truly god-like shoulders. He towers over her but his smile is friendly, if a little surprised. “You got a license for that thing, ma’am?” he jokes.  

“Oh my god,” she hastens to apologize, hoping he didn’t just witness her shamelessly ogling him. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking. Where I was going, I mean. Ah, are you alright?” 

“No harm done,” he reassures her. “Excuse me.” 

Pulling back her cart to let him by, she gets the faintest whiff of woodsmoke and cologne before he’s gone around the corner. 

“They do not grow ‘em like that anymore.” 

Tav whirls around, cheeks still warm. She spies the speaker and tries to frown disapprovingly. “Jenevelle, I swear to god.” 

Jenevelle climbs out from her hiding spot behind the shelves of the aisle, bending her body awkwardly so she doesn’t knock anything to the floor. “What, am I wrong? You’re gonna look at that,” she gestures to the direction the man in question went. “And tell me that I’m wrong?” 

Rolling her eyes and glancing around to make sure there’s no more evesdroppers ready to crawl out of the woodwork, Tav gives her friend a playfully annoyed shove. “He has ears!” she hisses. “Pretend to have a little respect. I already nearly put him in the hospital, poor man does not need to be objectified by the help.” 

“Oh ‘the help,’ am I? Mother will be so pleased I’ve finally come up in the world. Yesterday I was ‘Lazy, lacks basic interpersonal skills,’ and…what was it?” 

“‘Unemployed’, is what you’re gonna be,” Tav growls, pushing her cart towards the Wall’O’Lightbulbs. “What are you even doing? Hiding in aisles in departments you don’t even belong?”

Jenevelle twirls her hair around her finger and smacks her bright pink bubblegum loudly before shrugging. “It’s a slow day.” 

Squinting at her friend suspiciously Tav’s mouth slowly curves into a knowing grin. “Are you avoiding Astarion?” 

Her friend tosses her hair and scowls. “That bitch got top sales again last month, if I have to hear about it one more time I’m going to scream. Or stuff him in the woodchipper and sell him as compost.” 

“Jen!” laughs Tav, horrified and amused. 

“He’s such a fucking diva about it!” 

“He only does it because he knows you’re going to react like–.” Jenevelle cuts her off with a razor sharp glance and Tav clears her throat before forging a new direction for the conversation. “Have you thought about changing departments? You could…mix paint?” 

Squatting down to pull lightbulb boxes forward to fill in gaps on the shelves Jenevelle sighs, sullen. “Dad wants me to go back to school.” 

Tav takes that in and hums noncommittally. She’s trying to decide if she wants to switch up her home life by swapping out all her warm lights with cool lights. Frowning at the picture on the package in her hand she tries to think if maybe she has that backwards. Suddenly, inexplicably, she can’t imagine what the color is of any of the lights in her house. 

“What, you think I should too?” Her friend has given up all pretense of straightening the shelves and is sat on the floor, a tower of boxes containing black lights before her that she stacks like she’s playing with building blocks. Her eyebrows are down, her chin tight. 

“I think you should do what you want to do.” Tav squats down to start putting the black lights back in their proper slot. “I know you don’t want to work here. Will you bite my head off if I suggest a different career path?”

Her friend shrugs one shoulder, still frowning at the Wall’O’Lightbulbs like it’s personally offended her. ”Like where?” 

Tav scoffs. “Do I look like an employment agency? There’s plenty of places you could try. You’d make a cute barista! No? Hmmm, oh! The bank? The library? The post office? Nevermind, you barely remember your own address. I don't think you should be handling other people’s bills.”   

“Thanks,” is her dry reply. Jenevelle gets up and dusts off her jeans. “But all those jobs are, like, 98% talking to people. I’m tired of talking to people.” 

“And yet here we stand, talking, on company time.” 

“Fine, I’m tired of talking to customers. It’s the same three questions, twenty million times a day. Where is the thing, how much is the thing, when is the thing back in stock? Tav, it’s so boring!” 

Jenevelle’s wide green eyes look so sad and despairing Tav snorts. “Well, then I suppose all that’s left is to devote yourself to a temple and become a woman of the cloth.” 

“Oh my god! You have a priest dream one time…”

“You’re the one who wouldn’t stop oversharing about it for an entire week.” 

“There’s no such thing as oversharing when it’s your best friend,” points out Jenevelle with a smirk.

“I–” A sigh. “I’ll allow it.” Tav frowns and bats away Jenevell’s lunge to encase her in a surprise hug. “Ugh. Stop bothering me. Go back to work,” she whines. “I am very busy and important.” 

“Yeah yeah,” says Jenevelle, walking away with a wave. “Have fun planting your strawberries or whatever.” 

“They’re tomatoes and thank you, I will! Have fun with Astarion!”

Jenevelle flips her off, smacking her gum with an extra loud crack as she turns the corner and stalks out of sight.

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[the-haunted-office]

Open Starter - The Ruined Office

You find yourself in an Office that is... entirely destroyed.

Well, not entirely. Some of it is still standing, the main structure of it anyway.

The inside of it otherwise appears to be utterly gutted. The ugly orange carpet is ripped and torn more than it's not, and where it isn't ripped and torn it's stained and pocked with what appear to be massive patches of burn marks. These burn marks are further accentuated by smoke damage that crawls up the walls and clots the ceiling in puffs of black and gray, at least where it's still intact.

Where the ceiling isn't intact, bundles of wires and cords dangle down like intestines ripped out of some great animal, left there to rot. Broken, uneven piece of ceiling tiles lay strewn about, and the floor is littered with shattered glass and filament from what used to be the overhead florescent lights.

Those are out too, and the entire Office is utterly dark. Every cubicle and desk and printer and wall and filing cabinet, everything, is lying in ruin. Not a single piece of the Office has been left untouched by whatever touched it. Everything is... just broken and ruined and it's kind of sad. It looks like a tornado came through and chewed up and spat out everything in its path.

Everywhere debris is crunching underfoot as you move about to explore your surroundings. How you got here is one question. What happened to this Office is another. Where everybody is is yet another. Are you safe might be the most important.

There doesn't seem to be anybody here, although there may be a creeping feeling that there is. How could there not be? It's an Office, and experience tells you that those usually have people in them. Despite the condition of this one, there might be someone still here. Right?

There is silence all around, though, save for the noise you are making from moving around. You call out into the silence to see if anybody might still be there. No answer, not even from the Narrator or Narrators who might normally answer from overhead.

You spend some time wandering around this sad empty ruined place, wondering what could have happened here. Wondering how to get out. Feeling watched. It's after about maybe fifteen or so minutes that you finally realize you are being watched.

Two pairs of black hole eyes suddenly loom out of the shadows at you, rearing up on what appear to be white blankets draped over two five-foot-pairs of stilts. They look like some kid's idea of silly ghost costumes, except these two kids aren't holding out Halloween buckets and asking for candy, and one of them is bearing an unbearably large mouth full of needle-sharp teeth at you.

A voice suddenly projects itself directly into your head, large, male, British, and demanding: "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he snarls.

You can't tell where the voice has come from - was it one of these creatures, and if so, which one? If you've been around the Haunted Office for any period of time, you might recognize the voice, as it sounds just like the ever-present Narrator there, Cyrus. But neither of these creatures looks like him.

What should you do?

[13eyond13]

6, 21, 25 for the death note ask meme!

6. Which is your favourite opening?

I think the first one is my favourite! I just love stuff like Light tossing and then saucily nipping the apple and all that heavy Lawlight staring at each other from the skyscrapers and everything else lol

21. A Death Note fanwork that you’ve made and are proud of:

You know what, I feel like this blog is sort of a fanwork that I'm proud of. I've collected a HUGE amount of Death Note stuff here over the years, done a bunch of commentary and analysis and memes and mangacaps and doodles and ask-answering and helping people network with each other and find fics, and also tagged the entire 45k+ post archive pretty well for anybody who really wants to dig a bunch. I'm also patting myself on the back for not impulsively deleting it at any point, which is usually what I end up doing eventually with almost any social media that I run.

25. At what point did you fall in love with Death Note?

From the moment I first watched the anime way back in 2007-2008! It was both my starter anime and also my starter fandom. I just couldn't get over L and Light and all the "what ifs" I was wondering about them, and ended up reading a bunch of Lawlight fics to try to work out all of my unresolved feelings about them both, and then I made friends with one of my fave fic writers and got truly roped into all the stuff like trying to write fics of my own and reading the character analysis that people were doing back then in LiveJournal fan communities and stuff. I stayed obsessed with it for about a year-and-a-half, until stuff like moving to another province and going to university distracted me. Then I ended up not doing anything remotely fandom-ish for the next 7 or so years, until suddenly one day in my mid-twenties when I got very nostalgic about it all and decided to go back and revisit the whole thing once again.

I think I REALLY started loving it as much as I do now during my mid-twenties revisit of it, though. I was kinda shocked by how well I thought it still held up, and how excellent I thought the manga in particular was in terms of both its writing and its art, how morbidly funny and thought-provoking I still found the whole thing, and how much I still genuinely felt a lot of compelling shippy chemistry between L and Light. This blog really has been the best hub for me to entrench myself into the fandom sort of permanently and meet people online who share my sense of humour and tastes and whatnot, too. Truly one of the most fun and rewarding times I've ever had on the internet socially and creatively!

[Death Note ask meme]

[bethanythebogwitch]

More poorly-drawn Fakemon!. These for for a hypothetical region based on Australia and Aotearoa/New Zealand, though the ones I drew today are all Australian. See also starters and Johto starter variants.

Can't do Australia without Emus so here's Emuay, the Drab Pokemon, fighting-type. I took inspiration from how emus have very powerful kicks and looked for a kick-heavy martial art to base them on. I settled on Muay Thai as the martial art they are based on. Its name comes from "emu" and "Muay Thai". Emuay uses a unique fighting style that focuses heavily on kicks while also using its head and neck to strike foes. It loves collecting shiny objects and will attack anybody who keeps it from them.

Emuay evolves into Cassonak, the Vain Pokemon, fighting-type. It is based on a cassowary, a realtive of emus that is also a powerful kicker and has a dangerous claw on its feet that can rip open predators. Its name comes from "cassowary" and "Nak Muay", the term for a Muay Thai practitioner (please correct me if I got the terminology wrong). Unlike the drab Emuay, Cassonak is very colorful and is very proud of its appearance. It attacks anyone who insults it with its deadly toe claws. Trainers of a Cassonak must be prepared to help it groom itself.

Next up is Minufo, the Fairy Light Pokemon, fire/fairy-type. It is based on the Min Min lights, strange lights reported to appear in the Australian outback. Of course, one proposed explanation for the lights is they they are UFOs. I went with this idea for Minufo, whose name comes from Min Min and UFO, and also added the folklore of the similar Will-o-the-Wisp from European folklore. Minufo always appear in threes at night in remote desert regions. People who follow them will go missing, only to turn up later with no memory of what happened to them. Some people theorize they are drones sent to Earth by aliens.

Minufo evolves in Pleminides, the Pleiadean Pokemon, fire/fairy-type. Its name comes from "Min Min" and "Pleiades", a star cluster that a lot of UFO folklore has as the home of some aliens. It looks like a flaming alien suspended beneath a black triangle UFO. I specifically based it off of the star child from 2001: A Space Odyssey. I wanted the design to look bizarre and unearthly. Pleminides is a very rare Pokemon that seems to appear before major scientific discoveries. The black object above its head is made of an unknown material that absorbs all forms of radiation. Some think that the black triangle is a drone from a distant star system and the flaming body is manifested to interact with the world.

Finishing up today is Dunizen, the Dune Pokemon, ground-type. It is a living sand dune made of red sand. I based it off of the famous red sand of Australia. Its name comes from "dune" and "denizen". Dunizen has a body made of red sand and rocks for eyes. It is indistinguishable from a sand dune when not moving. It can lay motionless for years, waiting for prey to step on it. Because it spends so much time motionless, small plants will grow on it. In real life, small plants like this help hold sand dunes together.

Dunizen evolves to Dustyghust, the Dust Devil Pokemon, ground/flying-type. It is based on dust devils and its name comes from "gust" and "dusty". Part of the inspiration for its design comes from me wanting to make a flying-type that represented an air elemental rather than a flying animal. Dustyghust draws air into its body and releases it in the form of two dust devils. It can send these dust devils off to pick up small prey and bring them back to it. It is a mystery how it controls its dust devils, as scientists have confirmed it does not use telekinesis to do so.

[godzexperiment]

Nyriel was both there, but also in an memory of an place all locked up and inaccessible. Pressure to the bleeding wound which mirrored moments of his past. Of not wanting his blood to spill, part from his body. Hating the smell of it but not scared of the feeling. It was no big deal after all. Something that could be undone like it never happened. Yet this wouldn't be that- the smell existed because he wasn't there. This was not those circumstances and there would be no maker pressing some undo button. As an drop escaped onto the ground beneath him. It would heal but it wasn't going to be the same. Crumpling to the ground unconscious and not even fighting to stay awake.

Eventually his eyes slowly opened and he shrunk away from the sensation of somebody's hands touching him. One dried bloody hand retrieving his knife to create personal space again by holding it so that they'd step back. As his brain focused his vision and started to reboot. "I'm fine."

[chrisevansredbelt]

Just a Stranger

pairing: mmmm like ceo!frank castle x stripper!reader

warning: no smut today i’m sorry but this is a cute little story starter no? suggestive themes, semi lap dance.

summary: your regular customer hasn’t visited in weeks. but he comes back with a proposition for you.

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Sighing to yourself, you begin recounting your money, losing count after hearing the door to the locker rooms slam. Muttering the numbers under your breath, you just about finish your stack of dollar notes before getting tapped on the ass.

You would’ve clocked your fist straight into their face had you not heard their heels pattering throughout the room. Spinning around, you find your dear friend and colleague Natasha.

You smile up at her and before you can greet her, she speaks first. Resting her ass against the counter, she smiles tellingly down at you in your seat, “You’ve got a visitor.”

You immediately knew what that meant. Hell, every girl that worked here knew what that meant and you wouldn’t be surprised if a few regular customers even knew as well.

Stuffing all your money into the safety of your money bag and tying it shut, you quickly fix up your hair and makeup. Natasha just snorts at you, leaving you to it as she goes back out onto the main stage.

You practically reapplied your whole makeup, having worked your ass off on the poles last and bar tonight, you were dishevelled. And it was no help that it was some guys 21st birthday and he’d rounded all his friends and dads to come join him in his celebration. As good as the money was, you hate 21st birthday celebrations. They’re just a bunch of horny college kids doing sport and their dads are no better (just hotter).

Slipping your heels back on, you don’t even care for the ache of your feet. Before you leave, you grab the key from the hook above the door and practically skip your way over to the extra extra private room.

The private rooms for private dances are all on the bottom floor. However, this special room that you need to hike the spiral staircase to get to, is a much more private room for much more private activities.

It’s not as in use as you may think. The girls here aren’t just willingly offering themselves to anybody. And no amount of money could get a girl up there. No, these rooms are for special customers only. Special customers as in, the men that work under the big man that owns the club, Tony Stark.

He has heaps of men, of all shapes and sizes, and we all love them. They’re basically our colleagues when you think about it, all working under Tony- sometimes on top- depends how he’s feeling.

The upstairs isn’t just a bedroom either, it’s a whole apartment, if you will. Tony throws a few parties there every now and again or if a girl has troubles with her housing then it’s a free bed and breakfast. Tony takes care of us.

You keen in excitement as you reach the top of the stairs, shoving the key into the lock and opening the door.

It’s eerily quiet, but you smell him. You could’ve dropped to your knees, it’s been so long.

You make your way through the usually crowded and dark loft. It was hard to recognise this place after seeing what it looked like during one of Tony’s more intense parties. Strobe lights and filled with smoke. When it wasn’t occupied, it had a warm feeling. Homey, even. The lights were a warm tone, the decor was so inviting and the view of New York from across the manhattan bridge was just a dream.

The click of your heels was made silent by the fluffy carpet and you’re glad, hoping to catch him by surprise because you always loved the way he lit up whenever he saw you.

As you exit the foyer, into the main living area, you spot the back of him sitting comfortably on one of the couches, drink in hand and blunt in the other as he looks out at the view.

Sneaking up behind him, you cover his eyes softly with your hands and feel him jump under your skin.

“C’mon now.” Frank snorts, placing his drink down and his blunt in his mouth to softly grasp your hands in his and remove them from his eyes to see you.

He smiles wider, looking over you, subtly admiring you. It’s been so long.

With both your hands in his grasp, he easily pulls you over the couch and into his lap.

“Hey, stranger.” You sigh as you get comfortable, hands wrapping around behind his neck and playing with the soft strands of hair that tickle your wrist.

As he goes back to retrieve his drink from the table, he scoffs and removed the joint from his mouth, “Stranger?” He asks, blowing the smoke away from your face.

You shrug, sliding your hands down his chest, “You haven’t visited in like a month.” You pout before looking up at him, “You find a replacement for me?”

“Never.” He barely hesitates. Deep down you know it’s true, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t cross your mind in his absence.

Leaning in to, what Frank would think, to kiss his neck, you whisper in his ear, “Liar.” You sneer, “I can smell her on you.”

Your plans to make Frank freak out and beg on his knees for your forgiveness and to tell you you’re the only one he wants fails as he just scoffs. Pulling your face out of his neck, he’s glad to finally see your face again and brings his hand up to give you a pull of his cigarette, “You’re so dramatic.” You wrap your lips around the end of the joint and inhale, “You should try your luck in acting.”

“Mmm, what kind?” You ask suggestively, pulling away and blowing out the smoke, “You could be my colleague.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He shakes his head with a laugh.

“You’re telling me Punisher Porn isn’t what the people want?” You ask jokingly, but also not. You wouldn’t mind doing porn if it were with Frank, “It even sounds cool.”

Totally ignoring your last comment, he just places his blunt in the ash tray on the coffee table and his finished drink beside it as he places his hands over your hips, giving you his full, undivided attention, “Did you miss me?” He asks and you don’t answer straight away. Instead you just shrug, avoiding eye contact as you play with the fabric of his shirt, “C’mon, I missed you.” He nudges your chin up with his rough finger so that you’re forced to look up at him, your lips inches apart, “My favourite girl.”

Just as he leans in you cover his mouth with your hand, “No kissing.” You remind him.

Regular customers aren’t even supposed to touch you, let alone kiss you. And if that’s how you need to treat Frank in order to get him to realise your worth, then so be it.

“Don’t do that to me.” He whines, kissing your hand instead as he pulls it off his mouth and over his chest, “C’mon, you really think I was with another woman?” You don’t answer, instead just shrug yet again, “If I whipped out my balls right now, I promise you they’d be blue.”

“Then where were you?” You ask, starting to give him the benefit of the doubt.

He doesn’t answer straight away. Rather, looks at you for a moment probably to decide whether to lie or to tell the truth… and from his answer, you assume it’s the truth.

“Vegas.” He says cautiously and you roll your eyes, “It was a business trip!”

“I don’t even take private dances anymore for anyone but you and this is how you repay me?” Though it’s sort of said in a joking matter, it can’t be anywhere far from the truth. You truthfully have not taken anymore customers for private dances all because of Frank. He didn’t want to ‘share’ you. Well, you didn’t want to share him either.

“Baby, what do I have to do to convince you that you’re the only one I care about?” He finally pleads, fingers softly digging into your ass, “What time do you finish?”

You’re unable to contain the small smile that plays at your lips, “I’m already off.”

“Come back to my place then.” He asks and for the first time that night, he has you stunned. He’s never asked you to come back to his place before. He’s joked about it- you both have- but it never seemed like it would ever happen, “We can get a pizza or something and I’ll fuck you on every surface in the house.”

There was something very intimate about it all- being invited to Franks house. Sure, you’ve fucked before, but it was always up here in the club. Being fucked in his house where you would probably stay the night and share the same bed until the morning… that you would be more than happy doing every day.

“What d’ya say?”

“I say…” You start off, all blushy and smiley now, “We better hurry otherwise we’ll miss the pizza.”

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i’m still working on the bj gif fic don’t worry

[writtenjewels]

See No Evil

It was completely dark when Jason opened his eyes. He coughed out the lungful of dirt he had inhaled when he fell and reached up to turn on his flashlight. Nothing happened. He gave the light a sharp slap with his palm but it still remained off.

Well, fuck me. Not only did he fall into some hole, but he busted his flashlight while doing it. This was going to make getting out of here a hell of a lot harder. Jason took off his backpack hoping something inside might help. He found his fire starting kit and eagerly took it out.

Jason could hear the strikes of the starter but he didn't see any sparks. Something was very wrong here. He paused, turning his head to take in his surroundings again. It was complete darkness, like he had his eyes closed. Surely his eyes should have adjusted to the point where he'd pick up something, even if it was just a shape.

“Fuck,” he cursed out loud. “Fuck.” Hands shaking, he returned the kit to his pack. What the hell was he going to do now? He heard a voice calling out and he turned his head eagerly in the direction. “Hello?” he answered. “Someone there?” Jason's heart pounded while he waited for an answer. He could hear the sound of feet approaching.

“So you fell down here, too,” a voice remarked. The accent was one Jason didn't recognize. He squinted into the darkness.

“Do I know you?”

“No, I don't think we've met before,” the voice answered hesitantly. “Is there anyone else here?”

“Not sure,” Jason shrugged. He fumbled for his radio. “This is Mailman Two-One Actual to all call signs. Anybody read me?” He got static as a response.

“I couldn't reach anyone, either,” the voice told him. Footsteps told that the person was moving closer to Jason. “It may be just us.”

Jason took a careful step in the voice's direction, sliding his foot across the ground when he moved. It was the most disorienting feeling to not be able to see. He continued taking shuffling steps until his toe nudged against something solid. His heart skipped and he lifted his hand, brushing fabric. Jason held back the shudder of relief even as he closed his fingers around the material.

“Are you all right?” the voice asked him in concern.

“I'm fine. Just fuckin' great.” Jason turned his face where he thought the speaker's face might be. “Just makin' sure you were real.”

“I understand what you mean.” Warm fingers rested over Jason's hand. Jason's fingers twitched and the feeling disappeared. “This is a very strange place; I wasn't entirely sure you were real at first, either.”

“Well, we're both real enough.” Jason tugged gently on what he assumed was the man's sleeve. “My name's Jason.”

“Salim,” the other returned. “Listen, Jason. I think it would be best if we work together in finding a way out of here.”

“Yes!” Jason agreed, closing his hand around Salim's arm. He felt the man stiffen. “Uh, why don't you lead?”

“All right.” Salim pulled away from Jason's touch. Jason felt his stomach sink down in horror. He was frozen, heart beating wildly. He slid his foot forward hoping to nudge against Salim's shoe again. “What's the matter?” Salim asked him.

“I can't... fuck.” Jason gritted his teeth. “I can't fuckin' see anything. The fall fucked up my sight somehow.” There was silence for a few moments.

“You aren't messing with me,” Salim realized. “You really can't see me.” Silence fell again, but to Jason's relief he felt Salim's hand close around his. He didn't fight it as Salim guided his hand back up until Jason could grip onto fabric.

“Thanks,” Jason said. “Now let's get goin'.” Salim moved forward and Jason stumbled a little before picking up the pace. He closed his hand around Salim's arm again.

“I'm not going anywhere,” Salim assured him. Jason merely tightened his grip and continued to follow Salim. It was still disorienting to walk without seeing where he was going, but at least he wasn't alone anymore.

[another weird/random idea of mine. Not tagging the ship since nothing shippy has happened yet]

[jackalsraised]

Melanie Martinez - PORTALS - Sentence Starters

Change pronouns as necessary. Feel free to combine or separate as needed. Content Warnings for: Death, afterlife, reflections on negative past relationships, period talk and kinks (moon cycle), guns, sexual situations, drowning, etc.

DEATH

“Death is life.” “They’re carving my name on the grave again.” “Their flowers are fresh and their faces wet.” “My body has died but I’m still alive.” “Look over your shoulder, I’m back from the dead.” “Sayin’ all the same things.” “I’m gone this time.” “Your words mean nothing, so take them back.” “Meet me here across the plain.” “The other side, I’m not far.” “When you aren’t around I sink into the ground.” “I try to pretend I’m closer to you.” “Never understand it.” “You’re always on my mind.” “I cannot help it.” “I don’t wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders.” “Death has come to me.” “Kissed me on the cheek, gave me closure.” “Immortal by design.” “I’ll be meeting you here every time.” “Back from the dead.” “They’re saying my name in their prayers again.” “I flicker the lights so they understand.” “I won’t say goodbye, I’m right by your side.” “We’re screaming and pleading this separation ends.” “Doing all your witchcraft to pull me in.” “Burning all your sage to connect our line.” “I show my presence, you run away in fear of ghosts.” “I try to talk, the barriers are too strong.” “Please don’t ever worry.” “I know it’s morbid.” “But we all die one day.” “I’m back from the dead.” “I’m back.”

VOID

“In the void.” “I’m spinning around the corner.” “I’m tasting kind of lonely.” “My mind wants to control me.” “There’s rotten things left in me.” “Injected by society.” “No one here but me to judge me.” “Pipe down with the noise.” “I cannot bear my sorrow.” “I hate who I was before.” “I fear I won’t live to see the day tomorrow.” “Someone tell me if this is hell.” “I got to escape the void.” “There is no other choice.” “Tryna turn down the voices” “The void ate me.” “Look at the mess I’ve done.” “There is nowhere to run.” “Holding a loaded gun.” “Like a priest behind confession walls, I judge myself.” “My eyes are staring at me, they seem so damn unhappy.” “Collect my fickle insecurities.” “Turn them into beauty.” “Alchemize the dark within me.” “Kneeling on a metal grater.” “Bloody like a body that has died.” “Tangled in my own intestines.”

TUNNEL VISION

“Follow the tunnel into the portal.” “Lay all your burdens to rest.” “Drink from the fountain, death’s holy water.” “Watch as you’re put to the test.” “I make them panic.” “It’s satanic how I bend my body.” “You can look, but you can’t touch.” “I’m not just anybody.” “Caught in a haze and hypnotized.” “You’re too thirsty.” “Open your view and you will find.” “Stop searching.” “Eyes on the prize.” “Thought the cherry would be better than the pie.” “You like that.” “That’s your demise.” “You hold me like you’re rushing to my thighs.” “Too fast.” "But your focus is empty.” “Tunnel vision, then dead me.” “Honeysuckle and fresh meat.” “But I’m more than that, more than that.” “Playing house to distract me.” “You’re no good at acting.” “Obvious what you’re after.” “They always hustle for the pussy, so they’ll never get it.” “I’ll make them tumble down the hill they climbed.” “I don’t regret it.” “I saw that trick fall out your sleeve.” “I’m so certain.” “You hum a tune I don’t believe. It ain’t working.” “Crossing my heart.” “I’d rather die than be the needle in your eye.” “Show me how far obsession goes.” “Could’ve been more, now we’ll never know.”

FAERIE SOIRÉE

“The blue stars running down my forehead.” “Cold wings flutter when they’re moving.” “Mushrooms everywhere I’m turning.” “Laced with love, intensive grooving.” “I know how to make you go crazy every day.” “Tease your mind and trick you, you really wanna stay.” “I know a way to make you lose your pace.” “If you wanna run with the magic, lose sight of the gravity of weight.” “Lips of sugar.” “I’m breathing the pheromones again.” “Hands are tied and miranda rights mean nothing.” “Led me astray to the faerie soirée.” “Now I wanna run with magic.” “Lose sight of the gravity of home.” “Somewhere on venus, they’re searching for me.” “While I’m covered in the muck of the earth and the sea.” “Scratching my carcass like dogs with fleas.” “I keep leaning to dying in all of my dreams.” “Gather me, all of we, everyone.” “I’ve been the boys and the girls, and everyone in between.”

LIGHT SHOWER

“You are the light I’ve been searching for forever.” “I’ve really never felt the rain.” “Buried in the desert, didn’t think I’d push through the dirt.” “You just cleansed me like a waterfall.” “I’m screaming like a kettle on a stove.” “You cranked the heat up, I was cold.” “My past grew mold around my heart.” “All my anger, sadness, regret disappeared, it’s madness.” “I’m not used to all this water love, it’s true.” “But you made me want to plan out my last days on earth eating you.” “The tips of your teeth fit perfectly in me.” “You’re a shower of light I’d devour any day of the week.” “Baby, cleanse me.” “I was surprised to see heaven in your eyes.” “I never once was treated right.” “You’re what I’m missing in my life.” “As bright as the sun.” “Let’s run into another dimension.” “You make me feel like I’m on drugs.”

SPIDER WEB

“I move like a moth or a butterfly.” “Craving a change in the wind.” “I swirl by all the insects and the flies.” “Watching the cycle they’re in.” “Better off dead than wasting my hours flying where I shouldn’t be.” “Flexing like pricks with their stolen power.” “They’re just who the spider will eat.” “Spinning all your silk and moving all your eight legs.” “To build a web that’ll spread through the world.” “Feeding off your highs and lows.” “Curious to see us struggle.” “No one can leave once they merge.” “I’m hiding myself from the enemy.” “I wish to not be perceived.” “Didn’t ask for this dangerous ability.” “I’m feeling too scared to sleep.” “Better off dead than stuck in a maze.” “The center may seem like a gift.” “Big bite, they liquify the insides first.” “Wrap them tight, securing their spot in the spider web.” “Up all night, bound to their addiction to it.” “Lifeless eyes, they die in the pit of the spider’s web.”

LEECHES

“Leeches surrounded, conscious is throbbing.” “They can’t sleep at night, hold their pillows tight.” “Caught in the river of tears I cried.” “Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden.” “Push their way inside, I go run and hide.” “They lift all the covers, pull me into their sight.” “Slimy and superficial.” “Straining their yapping to seem official.” “Making it beneficial to their cause.” “How much blood can you draw with your claws?” “From a flesh that’s not yours?” “My hands aren’t yours.” “Gnaw on my bones, no marrow.” “Left to keep you enthralled.” “I guess that is the luck of the draw.” “Let all their friends in, the enemies present.” “They don’t think too hard about your fragile heart.” “They eat off the table you set so you starve.” “Stop all your breathing.” “No, don’t let them see you.” “They find any way just to make you stay.” “Right where they want you, in their piss colored games.” “

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX

“Falling asleep by the arcade.” “Liquor it jumps off your tongue.” “You used all your words for a quick game.” “Blew it all before you won.” “There’s musical chairs in my teeth.” “Poke me to battle, I’ll jump on the saddle.” “I’ll smile as you fall to your feet.” “And they talk without thinking.” “They bark while they’re shaking.” “Teeth that are round and dull.” “And they yell while they’re chasing.” “I’m steady pacing.” “My syllables hit the floor.” “How stupid, selfish baby.” “Don’t you battle with my larynx tonight.” “I’ll wreck you if you chase me.” “But I’ll be silent til you cross the line.” “So crude and selfish baby.” “Call all your guys in the dive bar.” “They’ll give you the validation your daddy could never bestow you.” “While bloody, They’ll tell you’ve won.”

THE CONTORTIONIST

“Twisted all my limbs for you.” "Two of them in knots and two of them in loops.” “Ribbons tied around like a noose.” “Wonder if I’ll ever get it loose.” “I don’t wanna bruise for you.” “Holding my words back until my face is blue.” “I don’t really care about your crew.” “You can tell them what you wanted to.” “Bones are crushing.” “Pushing me.” “Body’s touching.” “Loving me.” “Blood is pumping” “Pulling me.” “Feeling nothing.” “Fucking me.” “Crushing me.” “Touching me.” “I’m done.” “Done doing backbends, I break and I snap, it’s no fun.” “Pushed myself into a box while you held out a gun.” “Twisting all my bones like screws.” “Stretching my self worth just like you usually do.” “Caught you like a cold or the flu.” “Praying that I’ll some day be immune.” “Got me like a bad tattoo.” “Always under skin, even when it gets removed.” “Never got a chance to undo.. positions that you forced my way into.”

MOON CYCLE

“Why you always act so serious?” “I said, baby boy, you know I’m on my period.” “He bit the cherry down, he’s delirious.” “Seeing red figures in his mirrors.” “Acting like a real tough, furious.” “Blood swimming, turn him amphibious.” “Says he doesn’t care that he’s into this.” “It happens every time a new season hits.” “Getting ready for my heavy daily creme.” “Keep it handy, womb shedding.” “Any lessons making room for blessings.” “Juice melting like raspberry, pomegranate, it’s so scary.” “My aura got him howling at my moon cycle.” “Now he kissing on the ground that I walk on.” “Tryna get another taste, but I’m all cramped up.” “Pain like a blade on a front lawn.” “But I don’t give a fuck cause I’m so strong.” “I don’t gotta act, I’m a theorist.” “I could win a fight on my period.” “Matter of fact, right now, I could build a pyramid.” “You messing with my cycle, that’s dangerous.”

NYMPHOLOGY

“Call my your nymph.” “Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin.” “Call me your muse.” “A sprite or an elf you cry to then use.” “I will not suffer.” “Cry under covers.” “I’m not your mother.” “It’s nymphology, not psychology.” “Be the manic pixie dream girl that you fucking ought to be.” “Damaged oddity, bought by sothebys.” “Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks he’s the prophecy.” “You can’t even spell but you’re an ‘expert’.” “It’s not fiction, I’m not fae.” “I won’t lick your wounds today.” “But I’ll throw you in the ring.” “Get you with my suffering.” “I’m not crazy, I’m not wild.” “You’re just stupid, little child.” “Get your image off my back.” “I’ll give you a heart attack.” “Don’t treat me that way.” “You’re acting like a wannabe.” “I won’t be ashamed for loving you so honestly.” “You’re in the spell and it worked.” “Did not return in the hurt.” “I’m kicking your ass out.” “Flutter my wings while I pout.” “Push your penis into your mouth. I’ll make you choke on your doubt.” “Cut you off, watch you die. Just a fairy with the knife.” “Diamonds and rubies, the stars in all the movies.” “I am her favorite locket.” “Their semi-precious stones ain’t as cold and luxurious.” “Where did I get refined, get my cuts and my polishes?” “I am too many karats for your budget.” “Your boyfriend tried me on, wore me out, made him cooler.” “Like moldavite or emeralds.” “It will be the brightest, brightest green you’ve ever seen.” “Ancient and it’s protective.” “So rare it is offensive, I think you will agree.”

EVIL

“You called the other day, I stayed away.” “I left your shit on read four times today.” “It felt like bliss, used to miss your kiss.” “Now I’m hop, skip, jumping over narcissists.” “Throwing all your stuff into the abyss.” “Now the role is reversed, told you I’m a switch.” “How’d you like my spit?” “That’s for all the pits that you left me in.” “See the horns on my head? They’re from goddesses.” “No, I never knew what it meant.” “What it meant to be content with you.” “Everything I expressed, I professed, it never quite made it through.” “Said it’s all in my head, all in my head, whenever I spoke my truth.” “No! I won’t defend you to all my friends, this time I refuse!” “If you bite my hand again, I will never feed you, you can call me evil.” “Take it to the grave, if you wanna play pretend.” “I won’t be mistreated, please call me conceited.” “Took me way too long to put this to bed.” “Loving you was lethal, guess that makes me evil.” “Remember when you smiled right to my face?” “All of my little tears of oxalate.” “They made a shape, revealed a snake.” “Now I’m stop-drop rolling over all your jokes.” “Everytime you lie, I’m praying that you choke.” “Should’ve listened to the signs and the horoscopes.” “Hope you never cope, hope you slip on soap.” “Crack your head like an egg, wanna see the yolk.” “You’re such a hoax.”

WOMB

“I see the mother in the chosen space for me.” “Little does she know it’s free.” “I’m undercover, as they wait for joy I cry.” “On a mission in the dark.” “I know my brother, he’ll make the journey later on.” “Conversations in the cosmos.” “It’s all a game now.” “Once I’m in the world, it’s lost.” “Memories gone to evolve.” “Merging cells and flesh.” “I’m baby building all my insides, bright to see the future.” “Right before my eyes, I know.” “In the womb, let me out, not safe but I’m sound.” “Cut the cord, I’m coming.” “Got the blue belly button, too hard to pull through with it.” “All I know she’s birthin’.” “Feeling alive, the closer I get to my life.” “I’m pushing through the center, the core.” “I’m sweating through the flower no more.” "All of the planning.” “Yet I still feel unprepared.” “Kick and screaming, cause I’m scared.” “And I know she suffers, contractions with howling death.” “Eyes are bloody, screaming out.” “Merging spirit, mind and body.” “Bright to see the future.”

POWDER

"Don't wanna know where you're going when you aren't alone" "You'd rather stay the night, too much to believe" "Blood falling out from your nose and I'm wonderin' how." "You glamorize your pain, wear it on display" "And I know it's a cry for help, boy, help yourself" "I opened a million doors, you never go" "It's past point of no return, when will we learn?" "Alert me when this shit is over" "Lying loud, Through it all." "Cut your face from the fall." "When you're hurt, who'd you call?" "I can't answer now." "Confidence from up high." "One way street to the stars." "clean it up, watch you die." "It's yours to decide." "Show me a picture you paint of someone else." "Lived a double life, wish I was surprised" "Eyes rollin' back to your head" "I recognize our faith, put it all to waste"

PLUTO

"I'm hauling an outdated show" "The walls around me are so close, caving in, oh no" "Some other friends that I thought were forever" "And now wanna sever the ties" "The seats have been spotted, I'm no longer doubting" "I think that it's finally time" "Pluto destroy me, kill me off slowly" "I'll bathe in my ashes, rise like a phoenix" "Show me who I am becoming" "Pluto, transform me, turn off my lonely" "I'll sit with my silence, fix all my conflict" "Show me the demons I'm hiding" "I'm turning to expired routes, help me move on" "There's nothing in this tired town for me, no more" "What once was a home is a hell I can't manage" "So send me out, I'm packin' it up" "Everything's blurry, I don't wanna worry" "The pain from this growing is rough, oh"

MILK/LECHE OF THE SIRENS

"Drink from the leche of sirens" "Summon the sailors in town" "Strangle the fear of deciding" "Which one's deserving to drown" "Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done" "Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned" "All of our sisters were killed and abused" "By sword-swinging men who would always accuse" "The worst of a woman who fights for our right" "To be where we belong at the front of the line" "Tired of silence and being polite" "Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night" "Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown" "Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress" "Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess" "They steal the resources, destroy all the land" "Belittle the power of the feminine hand" "The milk from the rivers of every moon" "Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb" "Bury their souls in a cove by the light" "Celestial dip all that ego and pride" "Nothing wrong with a little havoc" "It's fun when shit hits the fan" "So guillotine their heads by shouting" "Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

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TALLAHASSEE SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from the mountain goats album. tws for toxic relationships and mentions of alcoholism. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

TALLAHASSEE

"i pray to summon the destroying angel." "there is no deadline, there is no schedule." "there is no plan we can fall back on." "the road this far can't be retraced." "there is no punchline anybody can tack on." "there are loose ends by the score. what did i come down here for?" "what did i come down here for? you."

FIRST FEW DESPERATE HOURS

"bad luck comes in on the back of a truck." "we try to keep our spirits high, but they flag and they wane." "let the good times roll on through these first few desperate hours." "the sun peeks in like a killer through the curtain." "we keep up the good fight. we keep our spirits light."

SOUTHWOOD PLANTATION ROAD

"i've got you. you've got whatever's left of me to get." "our conversations are like minefields: no one's found a safe way through one yet." "i'll spend a lot of money, i'll buy you white gold." "all night long you giggle and scream." "i am not going to lose you." "i am not going to lose you. we are going to stay married in this house like a louisiana graveyard, where nothing stays buried." "the dead will walk again, put on their sunday best, and mingle with unsuspecting christian men."

GAME SHOWS TOUCH OUR LIVES

"that stuff tastes like medicine, but i'll take it. it'll do." "i'm in the mood for you." "i held onto you with a desperate strength, with everything in me." "it's a drink of the lovely little thing on which our survival depends." "people say friends don't destroy one another... what do they know about friends?" "everything's gonna be okay soon. maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day." "cars are headed down to oblivion up on the expressway." "your drunken kiss is as light as the air." "maybe everything that falls down eventually rises."

THE HOUSE THAT DRIPPED BLOOD

"look beyond the broken bottles, past the rotting wooden stairs." "not everyone can live like billionaires." "tear up the floorboards." "grab your hat, get your coat." "dig up the laughing photographs, they're here somewhere or other." "take what you can carry, but let me tell you: still water's going stagnant, bodies bloat, and the cellar door is an open throat."

IDYLLS OF TKING

"this day is full of promise and potential." "our shared paths are unraveling behind us like ribbons." "i dreamed of vultures in the trees around our house." "how long will we ride this wave out?" "how long till someone caves under the pressure?" "my dreams are haunted by armies of ghosts. faces too blurry to make out, numbers far too high to measure." "your eyes are twin volcanoes, bad ideas dancing around in there."

NO CHILDREN

"i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us. i hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us." "i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight." "i hope it's already too late." "i hope the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down, and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and i never come back to this town again." "i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife." "i hope you die." "i hope you die. i hope we both die." "our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises. i'm pretty sure they're all wrong." "i hope it stays dark forever. i hope the worst isn't over." "i hope you blink before i do, and i hope i never get sober." "i hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say." "i hope that if i found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way." "i am drowning. there is no sign of land." "you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand."

SEE AMERICA RIGHT

"the radiator burst." "i was three sheets to the wind." "your love is like a cyclone in a swamp, and the weather's getting warmer." "you said you'd hop on one yourself and meet me on the way down." "i'm shaking way too hard to think." "i'm dead on my feet." "if we never make it back, i want you to know i love you." "my love is like a dark cloud full of rain that's always right there up above you."

PEACOCKS

"grab hold of the morning."' "i fear for my safety. you can see it in my eyes." "sun's all prickly on my neck." "seize opportunity right where it lies." "the sky will fall, we will rise."

INTERNATIONAL SMALL ARMS TRAFFIC BLUES

"my love is like a powder keg." "my love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse, somewhere just outside of town, about to burn down." "our love is like the border between greece and albania." "there is a shortage in the blood supply, but there is no shortage of blood." "the way i feel about you, baby, i can't explain it." "you got the best of my love."

HAVE TO EXPLODE

"someone's gonna do something someone else will regret." "i speak in smoke signals, and you answer in code." "something here will eventually have to explode." "name one thing about us two anyone could love." "we roll out the red carpet when rotten luck comes down the road."

OLD COLLEGE TRY

"the warning signs have all been bright and garish, far too great in number to ignore." "our love has never had a leg to stand on." "but i will walk down to the end with you if you will come all the way down with me." "i want to say i'm sorry for stuff i haven't done yet." "things will shortly get completely out of hand: i can feel it in the rotten air tonight." "in the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light, those eyes i've always loved illuminate this place." "your eyes illuminate this place like the trashcan fire in a prison cell. like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell."

OCEANOGRAPHER'S CHOICE

"i don't know why i'm so persuaded that if i think things through long enough and hard enough, i'll somehow get to you." "would you look at that, we're throwing off sparks." "what will i do when i don't have you to hold onto in the dark?" "everybody's gonna need a witness." "everybody's gonna need a little backup in case the scene gets nasty." "i don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away." "i thought i'd finally beat the feeling back, but it all came back today."" "we knocked the dresser over." "i don't mean it when i tell you that i don't love you anymore."

ALPHA RATS NEST

"we do our best vampire routines as we suck the dying hours dry." "the night is lovely as a rrose." "if i see sunlight hit you, i am sure that we'll both decompose." "some day we'll both wake up for good, and i will try hard not to scream." "i've got something hateful on my mind." "sing for the dying of the day." "sing for the damage we've done, and the worse things that we'll do." "open your mouth up and sing for me now, and i will sing for you."

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What would a cw adaptation of Harry Potter look like?

Having not watched too many cw shows myself (I just hear about their nonsense), I phoned @therealvinelle who made the poor life choices of having watched much more of The Vampire Diaries than I have and watching any Supernatural.

The following is her beautiful response:

So for starters, we merge Snape and Tom's characters. This is because Snape isn't hot, and because Tom needs to be near the kids. Tom still looks like Tom Riddle, and he's a teacher who seduces Hermione. At no point are any thoughts about the fact that he's a teacher sleeping with a student had

Harry is a blond now, and he's also dating Hermione. A love triangle ensues, one where Tom will hover sexily but dangerously in empty classrooms and make vague threats that Hermione find very sexually arousing.

The love triangle is the focal point of this show.

Voldemort is Tom's evil alter ego, who killed Harry's parents over that prophecy. He wants to kill Harry as well, but it's not the season finale yet so he's not actually doing anything about it. Too busy seducing Hermione.

Instead he just does vaguely sinister things, like release a basilisk that Harry heroically saves Hermione from.

He every so often has charged conversations with McGonagall (Who has been aged down and is in her thirties. She's still considered ancient), implying they had an affair once.

Harry and Hermione piece together that Tom and Voldemort aRe ThE sAmE pErSoN.

(Piece together meaning that Dumbledore, who only appeared in the second half of the first season and the show never bothers to clarify what his job actually is, gets a focal episode where he tells them the story of Tom Riddle through flashbacks. Terrible flashback wigs and costumes galore.)

Tom will later, in season 3 where he goes full woobie and we learn that none of his evil deeds were ever his fault, reveal that there's more to the story. That orphanage he grew up in? It was a special school for muggle-borns where they trained a future wizarding militia. Tom was the only one who broke free of their oppressive regime. The other children... GREW UP TO BECOME THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.

But I'm skipping how season 1 ended. The answer is that Hermione disavowed Tom in the season 1 finale since he was evil, he was too sexy bad boy to care except subtle wigglings of his eyebrow told the captive Tomione-shipping audience that he did in fact care. Harmione shippers think they're all delusional. She then jumped into Harry's arms.

Which was poor decision making on her end, because in season 2 Harry joins the dark side. This lasts for half a season, mostly because the arc featured so much filler. Tom, who was imprisoned in season 1, becomes Hermione's supportive pen pal through this ordeal and she starts to wonder if maybe there's good in him after all.

Sirius Black is introduced, he's a lawyer living in the Muggle world and he was in love with Lily. We get a flashback showing us how sad Sirius was when she married James, and there is buildup for an arc where Harry's paternity will be questioned. This arc is scrapped, and Sirius is written out of the show altogether, never to be mentioned again.

Ginny gets pregnant by Neville. Neville dies tragically shortly afterwards, killed by Harry because Harry is a dark wizard now. This is actually the spinoff door episode to the new show the CW is trying to launch, "The Weasleys".

Neville's death has no real consequences, Harry returns to the light and is forgiven in time to become the child's godfather.

Oh, and can't believe I forgot: they've all been aged up to 17.

End of season 2, Tom escapes prison.

Season 3, we get the whole "DUMBLEDORE is the real villain!" arc. Tom killing Harry's parents in season 1 is forgotten, the show doesn't outright retcon it but it doesn't want the viewers to remember it either.

Hermione is once again in a love triangle, only this time Tom and Harry have both done bad things (but we'll only bring up the 2 bad things Harry did (killed Neville and said a mean thing to Hermione) and none of the 282985204592 bad things Tom did) so Hermione has a hard time.

Hermione also discovers that she's a uniquely powerful witch. She has the power to make windows shatter, candles flicker, and wind blow all about. Everyone is frightfully impressed with this.

Mid-season 3 finale, Dumbledore destroys Tom's body. It's terribly dramatic, but then turns out to only be a mild inconvenience as he is resurrected four episodes later. He's resurrected by Hermione's window shattering powering, she closed her eyes very intensely and bam, he's back.

We learn about the horcruxes, which by themselves are shockingly similar to the horcruxes of the original books. The big change, however, is that this Tom didn't know he had horcruxes, those evil bastards at the orphanage split his soul in the night through ominous rituals (another flashback here). He has no idea where this other half of his soul is.

Season finale, we learn that Hermione is in fact his horcrux. This is why they had so much in common (they don't have anything in common) and why she got through his bad boy persona (he hasn't been a bad boy since season 1!). They were soulmates this whole time!

Harry despairs in the face of this, and he and Hermione have a teary conversation where she confirms that yes, the Tomione shippers won.

He also has a pleasant conversation with Tom, as a bromance has bloomed between the two.

Alas. The episode ends on a cliffhanger, as the door flings open dramatically. Dumbledore walks in, bearing proof that Tom made an Unbreakable Vow to always serve the Order, a Vow that was obliviated from him. He drags Tom kicking and screaming away from a crying Hermione, the season ends with her resolve to find a way to save him.

(Sorry, I'm on a roll here)

Season 4, a year later. Harry and Hermione have been searching ever since Tom disappeared. They've become closer than ever, but apart from three or four moments of extreme sexual tension per episode, Hermione is Faithful™

News of Tom's terrorist actions as an Order member reach them with regular intervals. Hermione remains convinced that he's being forced to do all this and doesn't actually want to hurt anybody, Harry's not so sure.

They catch up to him in Minneapolis (did I mention this entire show takes place in the states? All the actors are American.) and he tells them to stop trying to save him. Hermione, devastated, takes this to mean he never loved her, he was only ever a psychopath playing with her feelings. She tells him as much, and Tom confirms, yeah, he's a cold-hearted son of a bitch (Harry's favorite insult for him).

They break up, and Hermione gets back with Harry. They return to their home city in North Dakota.

At the very end of that same episode, Tom is able to visit Harry for 15 seconds in the form of a specter and very dramatically tell him how he does love Hermione but he's not good for her, better to make a clean break, yada yada. DON'T LOOK FOR ME.

Harry agrees, sure no problem, he can do that. Just one noble bro to another.

Tom nods, thanks for having sex with my girl while I rot in hell, bro.

It is in this same season premier episode that the show introduces the Blacks. Remember Sirius Black? Yeah, this is sexy family.

They become instant fan favorites, and one of them is shipped with Tom (the fans now hate both Harry and Hermione).

Pandering as always, the show lets said character run into Tom. And it's not Bellatrix, oh no. It's Athena, a CW original Black. She's indistinguishable from the original Bellatrix and it's unclear why she's not just Bellatrix.

Tom is ordered to kill her, but they have a moment of truly intense eye contact so he only injures her (the killing curse doesn't exist in this show. Don't ask how Harry got his scar. No really, don't ask, the show never explained it). Shippers go wild.

Tom is eventually able to break free of the Unbreakable Vow through the power of true love (book fans are sobbing, this show gets nothing right), and he returns to Hermione, begs her to take him back. She rebuffs him, and he goes to get drunk at a bar. This is where Narcissa (aged down to 25) finds him. They have sex.

He has a brief fling with her, only to get into a more serious relationship with Athena. This leads to Hermione getting jealous.

We're now dealing with a love pentagon, of sorts. Harry and Tom love Hermione, Tom also loves Athena, Narcissa wants Harry but she has undeniable sexual chemistry with Tom.

The show descends into back-and-forth-ing, and does not get renewed.

The end.

POST SCRIPT:

The oddly popular side character that the CW never wanted to be popular at all and keeps having to make mysteriously vanish for half a season so that the plot(?) can avoid being derailed is Draco.

He's super competent but the show will never admit that.

Later, Athena plays this same role.

- @therealvinelle

[thefanficmonster]

autistic!reader x valkyrae hcs? maybe helping with sensory stuff? if that's okay :]

Sure thing dear! Enjoy 💕

PS: I researched the topic (have done so for previous requests as well) but still, if anything I've written is inaccurate, misinformative, hurtful/offensive in any way, shape or form, please let me know and please keep in mind that it's not made to sound so purposefully. I'd never want to offend anyone or hurt anybody's feelings or share misinformation. ~ Vy

Valkyrae x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of sensory triggers and responses to them

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

You hadn't always been open about your sensory struggles in day-to-day life, keeping them more to yourself for no reason other than the fact you saw no need for sharing them

You believe you have them under control the majority of the time and knowing that if something did come up or if you were faced with something that could trigger you, you'd be able to calm yourself down or shield yourself

You'd gotten so used to doing things for yourself by yourself that it was completely out of the ordinary to find that your girlfriend had been paying attention to you so closely as to catch onto your triggers without you even having to mention them

Rae would see the way you flinched when she'd turn the light on suddenly or when you'd come into her recording room where the the lights were always bright and if they were at the odd chance off, then the screen would shine as brightly as the sun

She noticed how your hands would come up to cup your ears when a car alarm would go off outside or if someone honked their horn

She took note of the way you'd accept certain touches by melting into them and others by initially tensing up

So then you started picking up on the things she'd done to accommodate you and avoid triggering you in any way while in her apartment

For starters, she'd made a change to the lighting in the main rooms you'd reside in, swapping out the regular light switches for potentiometer ones that allow for the brightness to be adjusted to whatever degree and build to it gradually so it wouldn't startle you

She got you ear muffs for whenever the windows were open or when you'd venture out onto the balcony for some fresh air

Also, if she's playing without headphones, she'd make sure the sound is not too loud, regardless of whether you're in the room or not

She's started using lightly scented air freshener instead of more intense smells and wears less perfume when you're around - unless it's the kind you do like in which case she goes all out on it

Rae's a very big hugger, that goes without question, but she'd always let you initiate anything that isn't a foreseen hug

She's noticed you like top-of-the-head and forehead kisses as well as hand holding so she sticks to those and is certain to cuddle up with you whenever you'd want her to

She's a hugger and you're a cuddler, a match made in heaven if you ask me

[starter-library]

Hadestown Act 2 Lyric Starters

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMES/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

“I don't know about you, boys but if you're like me then hanging around this old manhole is bringing you down”

“You're stir crazy! Stuck in a rut! Oh you could use a little pick-me-up”

“I can give you what it is you crave, a little something from the good old days”

“Come here, brother—let me guess: It's the little things you miss”

“Look a little closer and everything will be revealed”

“How long's it been? A little moonshine ain't no sin”

“Tell my husband to take his time! What the boss don't know, the boss won't mind”

“I did what I had to do.”

“They can hear, But they don't care. No one has a name down here.”

“Why won't anybody look at me?”

“Down in the river of oblivion, You kissed your little life goodbye”

“So what was your name again?”

“What I wanted was to fall asleep, Close my eyes and disappear”

“Dreams are sweet, until they're not. Men are kind, until they aren’t”

“Is anybody listening? I open my mouth and nothing comes out”

“Whatever happened, I’m to blame”

“Young man, I don't think we've met before.”

“You're not from around here, son. Don't know who the hell you are but I can tell you don't belong”

“You hear me, son? You better run!”

“I'm not goin' back alone— I came to take her home!”

“Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell you think you're talkin' to?”

“You're not from around here, son. If you were, then you would know.”

“Everybody gather 'round! Everybody look and see, what becomes of trespassers with no respect for property!”

“Why the struggle, why the strain? Why make trouble, why make scenes?”

“Why go against the grain, why swim upstream? It ain't no use, you're bound to lose”

“What's done is done that's the way the river runs”

“Why waste your precious breath? Why beat your handsome brow? Nothing changes anyhow”

“Is this how the world is? To be beaten and betrayed and then be told that nothing changes?”

“If it's true what they say, What's the purpose of a man? Just to turn his eyes away? Just to throw up both his hands?”

“What's the use of his backbone if he never stands upright? If he turns his back on everyone that he could've stood beside?”

“If it's true what they say I'll be on my way. But who are they to say what the truth is anyway?”

“The ones who tell the lies are the solemnest to swear”

“The ones who load the dice always say the toss is fair”

“The ones who deal the cards are the ones who take the tricks with their hands over their hearts while we play the game they fix”

“The ones who speak the words Always say it is the last and no answer will be heard to the question no one asks”

“So I'm askin' if it's true, I’m askin' me and you, I believe our answer matters more than anything they say”

“I believe if there is still a will, then there is still a way”

“I believe there is a way, I believe in us together more than anyone alone”

“I believe that with each other, we are stronger than we know”

“I believe we're stronger than they know”

“I believe that we are many, I believe that they are few, And it isn't for the few to tell the many what is true”

“What are you afraid of? He's just a boy in love.”

“He has the kind of love for her that you and I once had”

“[Name] my husband, [Name] my light, [Name] my darkness”

“All of the sorrow won't fit in his chest, It just burns like a fire in the pit of his chest and his heart is a bird on a spit in his chest”

“Nothing comes of wishing on stars and nothing comes of the songs people sing however sorry they are”

“It is only for love that he sings he sings for the love of a girl”

“You and your pity don't fit in my bed”

“It's true the earth must die, but then the earth comes back to life and the sun must go on rising”

“Why do we turn away when our brother is bleeding?”

“If we're free tell me why I can't look in my brother's eye?”

“Got to hand it to you, guess you don't scare easy, do ya?”

“Are you brave or stupid, son? Doesn't matter which one”

“If I raise my voice, If I raise my head, Could I change my fate?”

“If I raise my voice could I change the way it is?”

“Why do we turn away instead of standing with him?”

“Why are we digging our own graves for a living?”

“If we're free tell me when we can stand with our fellow man”

“Young man, I was young once too, sang a song of love like you”

“Young man, you can strum your lyre, I have strung the world in wire”

“Give me one more song, one more song before I send you to the great beyond, where nobody can hear you singing”

“Sing a song for me. Make me laugh, make me weep, Make the king feel young again. Sing for an old man!”

“And you didn't know how, And you didn't know why, But you knew that you wanted to take her home”

“It was like you were holding the world when you held her, Like yours were the arms that the whole world was in”

“And what has become of the heart of that man now that the man is king? What has become of the heart of that man now that he has everything?”

“He's grown so afraid that he'll lose what he owns but what he doesn't know is that what he's defending is already gone”

“Where is the treasure inside of your chest? Where is your pleasure? Where is your youth?

Where is the man with his arms outstretched to the woman he loves, with nothing to lose?”

“This poor boy brought the world back into tune is what he did”

“It's a long road, It's a long walk back into the cold and dark. Are you sure you wanna go?”

“I can't promise you fair sky above, can't promise you kind road below but I'll walk beside you, love any way the wind blows”

“I don't need gold, don't need silver, just bread when I'm hungry, fire when I'm cold”

“Don't need a ring for my finger just need a steady hand to hold”

“We'll show the way, If we can do it, so can they.”

“I don't know where this road will end but I'll walk it with you, hand in hand”

“Gotta think quick, Gotta save face, Caught 'tween a rock and a hard place. Whatcha gonna do now?”

“If you tell him no, Oh, you're a heartless man and you're gonna have a martyr on your hands”

“If you let him go, Oh, you're a spineless king and you're never gonna get 'em in line again”

“Damned if you don’t, Damned if you do, Whole damn nation's watching you”

“Here’s a little snippet of advice: Men are fools, men are frail, give them the rope and they’ll hang themselves”

“The devil take this [name], and his belladonna kiss. Beautiful, poisonous, lovely, deadly.”

“Dangerous this jack of hearts, With his kiss, the riot starts”

“Have I made myself their lord just to fall upon the sword”

“Who will lead them? Who lays all our best-laid plans? Who makes work for idle hands?”

“Every coward seems courageous in the safety of a crowd”

“Bravery can be contagious when the band is playing loud”

“Nothing makes a man so bold as a woman's smile and a hand to hold”

“The meanest dog you'll ever meet, he ain't the hound dog in the street, he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother, that's the worst of him.”

“The dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head, It's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing.”

“Show her the way so we can see show her the way the world could be”

“We will follow where you lead we will follow with you”

“And how 'bout you and I? Are we gonna try again?”

“Who are you? Who do you think you are?”

“Who are you to think that you can hold your head up higher than your fellow man?”

“I'll tell you where the real road lies: between your ears, behind your eyes. That is the path to Paradise, likewise, the road to ruin.”

“Who am I? Where do I think I'm goin’?”

“Who am I? Why am I all alone?”

“Who do I think I am? Who am I to think that she would follow me into the cold and dark again?”

“I am right here and I will be to the end. And the coldest night Of the coldest year comes right before the spring”

“Who am I? Who am I against him? Who am I? Why would he let me win?”

“Why would he let her go? Who am I to think that he wouldn't deceive me just to make me leave alone?”

“Is this a trap that's bein' laid for me? Is this a trick that's bein' played on me?”

“I used to see the way the world could be but now the way it is is all I see”

“To know how it ends, and still begin to sing it again as if it might turn out this time, I learned that from a friend of mine.”

“Pour the wine and raise a cup. Drink up, brothers, you know how”

“Some birds sing when the sun shines bright our praise is not for them but the ones who sing in the dead of night we raise our cups to them”

“Goodnight, brothers, goodnight”

[heavenbarnes]

come on, baby, let me get to you

Nancy Wheeler x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, mentions of a cutting your finger, fingering, tit sucking, implied top! reader, implied bottom! nancy, pretty soft by my standards

Word Count: 2.8k

i think about er a lot, so it was only right that i gave you something to work with! x

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Nancy wasn’t even sure how she was dragged, maybe coerced, into this. Her eyes had lit up at the news of her younger brother going away to summer camp for nearly a whole month. That light had died the moment her mother told her she’d be going too.

She argued she was too old for a stupid summer camp, until her mom explained that she’d be a camp counselor. Rambling on about how it’d look good on her resume, and how her skin could use some sun, that was what got her here. 

How she found herself stood up to her ankles in mud, the same slimy dirt splattered up her shirt and across her cheek. 

The culprit who threw the mud ball directly at Nancy was turning pink in the cheeks, pulling his feet out of the dirt so he could hurry away from his counselor before she totally flipped out.

“Keep running before I make you scrub the whole kitchen for that!” A voice came from behind Nancy, and if she could've sunk down into the sludge, she would’ve.

If anyone could’ve found her stuck in the mud, covered in it and nearly fuming, Nancy really didn’t want it to be you. She couldn’t fight the tinge of embarrassment she felt twang in the pit of her stomach when her fellow counselor stepped around the side of her.

“It’s just because you’re new, we’ll whip ‘em into shape sooner or later.” You dropped an eye into a wink as you lifted one of her arms.

Wrapping it around your shoulders you crouched down to give yourself enough leverage to pull the other girl out of the predicament she found herself in. As her feet became unstuck, she sighed quite loudly.

“I wish the kids liked me as much as they do you, they all think I’m boring or something.”

Nancy wrapped her other arm around your front, almost enveloping you into a hug as you continued to pry her from the mud. Silently, you hoped to whatever was listening that she couldn’t feel your heart speed up at her touch.

“You just have to give them time, soon they’ll love you as much as I do.”

You wished you could pluck those words out of the air and swallow them as quick as you’d said them. Nancy’s doe eyes darted in your direction, if you knew any better you’d think she was wiling you to elaborate.

“I- I love your fun nature and- and your tenacity.” Stuttering only slightly, you filled the silence your comment had left.

Nancy huffed a breath out her nose. “You think I have tenacity?”

“You’re up to your shins in mud, had the stuff thrown at you, and you haven’t demanded to go home.” Finally you freed both her feet. “You’ve got tenacity and then some.”

Still using you for support, Nancy had the hint of a smile drift across her face as she tried to take her first step. The change in feeling was too much for her, sending her flailing out towards the ground.

She would’ve hit the mud with an almighty splat, had she not grabbed you tight around the neck. Your arms flew behind her back and anyone watching on might’ve thought you both were practicing the dip in your waltz.

Blinking up at you with those big eyes, you knew there was no doubt she could feel your pulse against her arm, beating like crazy. You told yourself that if she asked, you’d play it off as adrenaline from catching her. A bold faced lie when just watching her walk across the room had you feel the same way.

You cracked a grin at her, shaking your head gently as you looked down to her. “If you could stay vertical, that’d make this a whole lot easier.”

She giggled quietly, a nearly angelic sound to your ears as you both managed to make your way back to main camp. Walking beside her through the trees, you wished you could have the smallest glimpse into what she was thinking.

Nancy stayed dead quiet, overall just rather embarrassed that you’d had to rescue her like this. Especially as this was the second time you’d had to save her (if you consider Nancy forgetting her towel and having to ask you to get her one and bring it to the shower to be a disaster).

To her, you had this effortless way of captivating everyone. The kids and the counselors loved you, and she couldn’t blame them. She just couldn’t put her finger on the reason why she felt the way she did whenever you showed up.

There was a feeling stirring deep in her and she most certainly hadn’t felt it before, but the moment you laid even the softest touch on her, Nancy swore she could feel it long after you’d let go.

Arriving back at camp, that desperation to sink into the earth and out of view came back to Nancy in an overwhelming sense. Her younger brother, Mike, was stood with his friends and had a shit-eating grin take over his face as he saw the state she was in.

You picked up on Nancy’s energy before she even said a word, her whole body tensed up in an instant. You’d had a sweet little crush on the girl since the moment you laid eyes on her, you knew when things weren’t right.

“Now, when I say you look like the creature from the black lagoon I don’t-“

“Michael, say another word and you’re on firewood duty till the end of camp.”

Both the Wheeler’s turned to look at you with mouth’s agape, the eldest looked considerably more pleased with you.

“What? But she’s my sister I’m allowed to say crap like that!”

“She may be your sister, but here she’s my bunkmate and what I say goes.”

Mike’s shoulders deflated as he kicked his toes into the dirt, you continued on past him with his sister in toe. As you left him behind, you tossed the final say over your shoulder.

“By the way, that was another word so you’re definitely on firewood duty.”

“God damn it.”

Walking Nancy over to the shower blocks, you claimed it was so she didn’t fall into another ditch, but both of you kind of knew it was to have more time together.

Neither of you said a thing about it.

“What did you mean by “bunkmate” was that just to get my brother of my back?” She asked quietly, toeing at the loose dirt like the other Wheeler had.

You shot her a second of confusion before speaking. “Did they not tell you Fatima Torrence got food-poisoning? They’re putting you in my bunk until they clean your one.”

Now, Nancy never wished ill of anybody. But if she said she wasn’t even the smallest bit happy her old bunkmate had eaten that grey chicken the night before, she’d be a liar.

Nancy Wheeler didn’t often find comfort in lies, but she did in kind girls who rescued her from mud and 13 year olds.

Reaching the door to the shower room, you felt yourself sink a bit. She was only going to be gone 20 minutes tops, but if you could spend every moment with her, that’d be quite alright.

“Thank you for before, and thank you for not making fun of me.”

Smiling kindly at her, you couldn’t ignore that tinge of embarrassment that clouded her. For someone that, to you, made the sun rise in the morning - she didn’t have an awful lot of confidence just yet.

“Any time, I’d never make fun of you, I like you too much.” That stirred a smile on her cheeks. “Don’t forget your towel, I can’t be running back here or they’ll think somethings going on.”

Sending her another wink, the blush the crept up her neck was undeniable but her smile wasn’t able to be kept down. You wouldn’t make fun of her, but tease her endlessly? How could you not.

Chopping potatoes for dinner that night, you physically had to stop your mind from wandering to that steam filled shower block where Nancy was probably humming to herself.

Her hands were probably running across her whole body, that lavender soap was filling her senses and if you tried hard enough it’d do the same to yours.

She’d be dripping hot water and her hair slicked back and you could nearly feel it, nearly reach out and touch-

“Can you hear me?”

Jumping at the sound of that sweet voice, the one you’d just imagined moaning your name, the knife slipped from your grasp and across your finger.

“Fuck!” Bringing the pad of your pointer finger to your mouth, you sucked at the superficial cut.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” Nancy reached out to grab your other arm and pulled you towards the first aid kid. “I am so stupid!”

“No, you’re not.” You mumbled around your digit. “I was just lost in my head.”

Opening the case she rifled around for a band aid as she carried on about how she shouldn’t have given you a fright. You haphazardly retorted how you should’ve been paying more attention.

Finding the sticking plaster adorned with a panda bear, Nancy reached out for your “wounded” limb.

“Stop sucking your fingers and give them to me.”

Your head shot up to her, eyes widening to nearly the size of her own. Whilst yours opened wide, hers narrowed at you. “And get your mind out of the gutter whilst you’re at it.”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.” You saluted with your free hand.

Once the finger was bandaged and you could get back to the potatoes, Nancy stood by your side as she took on the carrots. Working together in harmony, you swore you could’ve stayed like that forever, listening to her hum quietly as you worked away.

You willed for her to come into your kitchen and be the main course, the starter, and the dessert.

After the campfire where Nancy had curled into your side, allowing you to drape your blanket around the both of you, you found yourselves walking back to your bunk room.

It was more plausible that nothing would happen, you’d both tuck into bed and that’d be it. But there was something in the way she held onto you in the cold air of the night, the way she looked at you as you said her name.

If there was something up there and listening, please throw plausibility to the wind.

Picking up your shorts and t-shirt, you head to the bathrooms to get changed. As you brushed your teeth, you wondered how you’d even get any sleep knowing how close the girl that’d captivated your mind for so long, was within reaching distancing.

The cool air brushed along your exposed legs as you went back to your cabin, opening the door to complete darkness. Figures, Nancy just wanted to go to sleep, that was more than plausible and you nearly cursed yourself for thinking something could’ve happened.

With your back to her, you put your backpack under your bed as you pulled the covers back. Your shoulders jumped slightly as one of the cabin lamps were flicked on.

The softest voice called your name.

Turning around, all the breath in your lungs were drawn from you, coming out in a breathy moan. “Holy shit.”

Nancy Wheeler, sweet and righteous, doe eyes and cheek bones meant to be held. Nancy Wheeler laid before you in the dim light of a lantern, only in her frilly pink bra and knickers.

Nancy Wheeler was beckoning you over.

Letting your feet move before your mind could catch up, you were kneeling on the end of her bed and making your way closer before you even thought about what was happening.

All that mattered was this girl was reaching out and grasping your arms, pulling you up her body until you were caging her in on that threadbare mattress.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Running your finger tips along her thigh to her hip, you felt her shiver. “I want to hear you say it.”

Her voice was a featherlight whisper just inches from your ear, it was your turn to feel a shiver wrack your whole body as she spoke.

“It is, I want you.”

So your fingers were hooking over the edge of her panties as you drew them back, feeling like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. Every inch of skin that was revealed to you seemed to get even more beautiful.

Squirming beneath you, those wide eyes watched every movement you made as you took your time with her. You purposefully drew your nails along her as you undressed her, making her buck up into you.

Her own hands came to the cups of her bra, fingers gently tracing the puckered lace that rested there. You stilled for a moment, eyes casting up to see what she might do next. She was almost waiting for permission.

“Go ahead, let me see.”

With that, she drew down the fabric to expose her chest to you. Your breath caught in your throat as she tweaked at her nipples, pulling them with her slender fingers.

Your head swirled with the severity of the situation, the very real situation where you had the wonders of the universe at your finger tips. Turning back to the panties you had in your hand, you tossed them onto your bunk, hoping they’d get lost amongst your belongings.

Gently gripping her thighs, you pulled them apart and opened her up to you. Tugging her down the bed a bit, you slotted nicely between her long legs, like that was where you meant to belong.

Bringing a hand to her center, you ran two fingers along her and felt the sweet wetness that lay there. You felt your insides seize, desperately aching to feel even more of her. Nancy gasped, telling you that this wasn’t a feeling she was used to.

“You ever had a girl this close to you, touch you like this?”

Nancy shook her head as she tipped it back, feeling the way you dipped your fingers in and pressed them tight against her clit. She rolled her hips into your hand, trying to angle you down and closer to where she wanted you.

Giving into her easily, you gently dipped your fingers into where she was wettest. You couldn’t help but moan quietly as you slipped into her, watching the way her back arched off the bed.

Dipping down, you pressed your face into the curve of her neck to breathe her in. Slowly working your fingers against her, you curled them upwards to draw the most beautiful moans out of her.

Nancy wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pulling you in even closer. Feeling her breath against your skin was enough to send you feeling, peppering your lips along the soft skin of her neck.

“That- that feels so good, faster.” Her stuttered breath had her chest rising and falling quickly beneath you.

Doing as told, you sped up the movements of your wrist as Nancy called your name. You felt her head turn beside you, lips moments from your cheek as she moaned for you. Turning your head towards her, you found your own lips so close to hers.

She closed the distance, pressing her mouth so gently to yours before you felt her tongue slip past. If there was a moment in life you could keep forever, this would be a pretty good contender.

Nipping her lower lip, you rolled your fingers up into her sweet spot. The noises you pulled from deep within her chest were mesmerizing, your name had never sounded this good in your life.

Nancy’s thighs tensed around you, body going rigid as you continued to move against her. Angling your thumb up, you rolled the pad of it against her clit. Her whole body tensed tighter, hands sliding down you to grip the material of your shirt.

You left her mouth, coming down to take one of her nipples between your lips. The varying pleasure had Nancy’s voice breaking, a strangled cry of your name rolling off her tongue. Working her through it, you felt her whole body melt around you.

“That’s a good girl, let me hear you.”

Her fingernails gripped into your shoulders, dragging up as she continued to roll into your movements. You felt her wetness around your fingers, her moans still tumbling past her lips as she came for you.

Letting her catch her breath, you brought your fingers to your mouth, laying them against your tongue as Nancy watched with curious eyes. You smiled around them as she started to reach out for you again.

“Stop sucking your fingers and give them to me.”

[notstilinski]

The Blair Witch Project Starters !

Taken from the 1999 movie, The Blair Witch Project! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“Which means we're already going to be behind schedule, but it's important to have juice.”

“Don't we get to meet your mama?”

“The woods around Halloween time is a creepy enough phenomenon.”

“l don't want to go cheesy. l want to really avoid any cheese.”

“Should we all, like, cut our fingers open and bleed on it?”

“That's kind of an omen, isn't it?”

“He could feel the eyes watching him.”

“l mean, anybody worth their salt around here knows that this area's been haunted by that old woman for years.”

“Look at that. We've got our very own leaning post.”

“No, I never gave (Name) any fart allowance.”

“Would that be a full-of-shit statement?”

“So, l'm just putting my trust in you that you know where it is.”

“Although I got to tell you, l don't fully trust you.”

“Just breathe and don't look down, maybe?”

“Fuck, I wasn't listening to them ‘cause I thought they was a lunatic.”

“Flames are licking you like the devil there, (Name).”

“lt was, you know, the same thing, only darker.”

“What bugs me out is that we're so damn deep in the woods and people are going to try and... And come out here and mess with us, then they got to have something wrong with them. And l'm not going to play with that.”

“Well, even if it wasn't, l'm not going to play with that, either.”

“l don't fucking think it's deer, though, man. lt sounds exactly like the shit last night.”

“This is way fucking weird, but it really doesn't matter at this point because all I want to do is get to the goddamn car.”

“No, l'm not fucking scared. l'm just tired, l'm hungry, l'm fucking, like... l'm just fucking done, man.”

“That is... That... l mean, that's the fucking, like, least responsible thing you could have possibly done.”

“All l'm saying is, we can move as fast as we want, but if we have no fucking clue where we're moving to, then it really doesn't matter, does it?”

“We are gone. We are fucked, we are done, we are dead, we're fucked.”

“We're doing a pretty goddamn good job of being lost.”

“l'm really happy you find it very amusing that l'm going to be incredibly uncomfortable for the rest of the day.”

“lf we get hurt or we die out here, it's your fucking fault! lt is your fucking fault! Do you understand?”

“This is no redneck. No redneck is this creative.”

“Turn the lights off. Turn the lights off. Turn that light off. Turn it off, (Name). All lights off. All lights off.”

“Did you hear that baby screaming?”

“l haven't heard anything since we ran away.”

“Let's go! Let's go. Are you not scared enough?”

“lf you bite me one more time, l will throw you in the fucking woods.”

“No, but it's totally like a filtered reality, man. lt's like you can pretend everything's not quite the way it is.”

“l know that, but we're all on the brink of losing it.”

“Whatever it is, is going to come back. We know that for a fact.”

“lt came three nights in a row, and it's getting worse every night.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Really. Fuck you.”

“Come on, I can't. I can't listen to fighting. l can't fight.”

“We're screwed and that's it. Please stop fighting. Both of you.”

“Okay, here's your motivation. You're lost, you're angry in the woods, and no one here is here to help you.”

“lt's all I fucking have left, okay? Just please stop. Please stop. Just please stop yelling at me, please.”

“You going to write us a happy ending, (Name)?”

“Doesn't it just seem absurd, though, at this point?”

“We can't even find the car! How the fuck are we going to find (Name)?”

“Which wicked witch was worse, The Wicked Witch of the East or The Wicked Witch of the West?”

“(Name), where are you? Tell me where you are!”

“l don't know if it's really them. l don't know if it's really them.”

“Whatever it was, sounded like (Name).”

“Tell me you're not eating a dry leaf.”

“l just want to apologize to (Name)’s mom and (Name)'s mom and my mom...”

“And it's all because of me that we're here now, hungry and cold and hunted.”

“l'm scared to close my eyes. l'm scared to open them.”

“I’m going to die out here.”

“It’s okay. It can’t be him.”

“Where are they? Where are you?”

[godzexperiment]

Going a bit too fast, in not quite the most aware state and thus the corner of the building met his torso. The pain was nothing but he did begin rapidly crashing towards the ground; trying to correct with his wings but fumbling it due to his panic.

Pant leg snagging on some sharp part of a sign, slamming his wings and back into the building but halting the fall. Letting himself just dangle with his eyes closed while let the buzz of angry nerves and pain dissipate. Before using his palms as leverage enough to unhook himself and fall ungracefully onto the concrete. With his wings completely covering him over as the dizziness finally kicked in.