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[canisalbus]

*gasp* ITS THE PERSON WITH THE SICK DOG ANTHRO DESINGS AND INTERESTING AS FUCK LORE WHO'S ART I FOUND UNCREDITED ON PINTEREST!! I HAVE FOUND YOU IN THE WILD! FUCK YEAH

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[planetsandthefates]

"I am overjoyed, overwhelmed, and overly excited to say to you, 'Welcome to the Eras Tour!' (...) Tonight we're going to be going on a journey together, one era at a time. We're going to be traveling back in time through 17 years of music that I feel so incredibly lucky to be able to make, and you have been so kind to care for. We got songs about all kinds of things coming your way. We've got songs about like, style and we've got songs about heiresses, cardigans, and stuff. But this song that we're about to play for you now, that I'd love for you to sing along with us on, is just an old-fashioned love song, isn't it? I'll be your host this evening. I'm Taylor!"

— Taylor Swift, The Eras Tour (2023-)

(speech credit: @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes) (xx)

[whumpninja]

*crashing in through the whump community’s skylight*

oh hey, what’s up? I’m Jack, I’ve been lurking in the shadows of the community for way too long and I’m now revealing my presence!

Name: it’s Jack, didn’t you just see it up there? I will also accept Jacques, Jack-Jack, Jackrabbit, Jackalope, Jack Sparrow, Jack Daniels or J-Money

Age: old enough to drink, not old enough to say “back in the good old days…” while I stare wistfully out the window (I could do that, but I’d just be reminiscing about when everyone wore their jeans around their knees)

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, hey/you, call me whatever you want as long as you don’t call me late for- nope, I’m not finishing that joke

About Me: why are you asking? who do you work for? WHO SENT YOU?! Just kidding. Here are some things I like doing- writing, thinking about whump, thinking about writing whump. Here are some things I like doing but am bad at- cooking things, climbing things without falling off of them, running without feeling like I’m going to die. Here are some things I don’t like doing- studying, going to the gym, watching romantic comedies, eating canned vegetables, getting my socks wet.

About Whump: love it. Love, love, love it. Whump is great. I like almost all flavors (but hold the nuts and butts and sexy bits.) My particular favorites- defiant whumpee, whump with magic/fantasy elements in it, whumpers who just suck, uh…whumpees in gladiator fights?? But…cage matches. Not bare-chested men in loincloths stabbing each other.

Here are some blogs about whump I really like: @smellofsnoww @weirdstrangeandawful @whumperofworlds @whumperfultime @redwingedwhump @painsandconfusion @newbornwhumperfly @pigeonwhumps @caspia-writes @spookyboywhump @oddsconvert and literally so many more, I have been lurking here for *a while* also I will probably make a blubbery post about why I like these blogs the next time I have a drink

About WIPs: I have a grand total of one. It currently exists as a complicated red-string-board of a Google Doc with way too many characters and at least three plotlines. It’ll probably still have too many characters and plotlines when I post it. It’s mainly about vampires and humans whumping each other into absolute oblivion, so if that’s your speed, stay tuned, sports fans.

Anyway, it’s me, finally coming out of the shadows to join the whump community in their mission to make fictional characters suffer! I have the power of God and whump on my side- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-

MASTERLISTS!

Here’s the masterlist for my vampire whump series The Angel of Death!

Here’s the masterlist for my specialized ask game series Ask Me About…!

[the-words-we-sung]

A new Young Royals fan appears

Hello there!

After abandoning this blog for way too long (and even at the time, I was mostly a passive participant in the Glee fandom), I've decided to come back and try to be active this time.

I've fallen in love with Young Royals (didn't expect it, watched the show too many times to count, new Omar Rudberg enthusiast) and I need to find people who share that love ^^

For a quick presentation: I'm L, I'm French and use all pronouns so you can't go wrong! Very much still questioning (gender-wise, sexuality-wise... Still trying to decipher the mess that I am). And super opened to chatting about anything (or screaming/crying/squealing about Simon and Wilhelm :p)

[romcom1dficfest]

Welcome to the Rom Com One Direction Fic Fest!

Whether you miss the classic 2000s rom coms, think One Direction could be the perfect actors in one, or have watched most of the Christmas movies out there, this fic fest is designed for you!

These are the rules:

To participate, you must be +18 years old at the time of signing up.

All fics must have a minimum word count of 2,500, but there's no maximum!

All fics must feature at least one member of One Direction in the main pairing, and we accept all pairings.

Please make sure your fic is completed before posting it to the AO3 collection. We do not accept works in progress (WIP).

We do not accept any underage, major character death, or rape fics. All fics must have a happy ending.

Although it is not a Christmas fic fest, since it takes place in December and most Christmas movies are romantic comedies, only five Christmas fics will be accepted.

Prompts will be assigned on a first come, first served basis, but participants are also welcome to use their own prompts.

This fic fest is not anonymous, so feel free to share your snippets with us by tagging us #romcom1dficfest.

If you think you won't be able to make the deadline, you need to inform the moderator as soon as possible and we will find a solution.

Please check your email regularly, as I will contact you there.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to contact me.

I can't wait to read your amazing rom com fics! 💖

Schedule:

Prompt submissions: April 15th - May 14th

Author Sign Ups: May 15st - June 25th

Fic Due Date: December 1st

Start of the Fest: December 6th

[mushroam]

old sow joan and sweet daisy mae  ♡

[furubaycrossing]

kyo’s a grumpy cat 😾

[notemaker]

Chants: Battle shells, battle shells. (oh god I discovered how to timelapse my drawings. It's been eight years,,)

Hey @birthday-cake-rockz I saw your tags and thought to I'd illustrate an example of what's usually my very messy process when it comes to doodling weird funky machines to demonstrate that it doesn't have to be. Intimidating, that is. To be honest, we don't have to think about the big and mighty, or how to make a design the best it can be from the very start. It's fine to start out a concept/idea without knowing where the drawing will end up. It's fun to just try drawing random shapes that have no meaning yet, just because!

Because it IS fun. It can be VERY fun. So seriously, at the face of attempted greatness, try doodling something quick, fast, and wholly nonsensical. Absolutely anything. A triangle on top of a square on top of a circle, and add a wiggle on top if you feel like it. And then try to connect those random shapes. It does not matter if it doesn't make sense right away.

Like, the timelapse above? No idea what I was doing until I did it. Is it perfect? Not really, no. But it can lead to other ideas that can be delved into. For example, look around yourself real quick; at the shapes of objects in your room or outside or the ones at work (anywhere can be a goldmine) and copy those down . Then mix those shapes up. Actually I couldn't stop myself so here, have a rushed example for the sake of visual learning.

I had no idea I was going to create an automatized parking lot in the middle of space, but now it's a thing!Just because! It's the bare bones of what could be, but right now, it can just exist as something quick and fun. :)) (Boy, I hope that didn't come off as a know-it-all or...uh..something. People are hard and communication is the bane of my existence. Still, I wanted to say that, well. Go for it! Donnie deserves so many upgrades.)

[shit-enmu-says]

Dude.. is it true you like Muzan?

Taiga is Muzan's descendant btw

Before she spoke Enmu nearly prostrated himself. She looked so similar to his master’s feminine form he thought they were one and the same. It was common enough for Muzan-sama to wander about in different forms to better blend in with the humans.

Her voice was entirely different though, which was what gave her away. Now that he had a better look at her face, he could see the subtle differences. With a resemblance so strong she couldn’t be lying. He hesitantly rose to his feet, unsure of how to proceed.

He felt a knot form in his stomach. He was no fool. He expected that his master had multiple wives throughout the hundreds of years he’d been alive but he never thought he’d run into any of them, let alone children. It was something he tried not to think about.

The idea that Muzan-sama might have direct descendants never crossed his mind. He didn’t think humans and demons would be genetically similar enough to produce children. He couldn’t say for certain, having never bothered with such things himself.

“Like him?” he laughed, “I am a small cog in the machine that is the Twelve Kizuki, nothing more. I’ve dedicated my life to serving him to the best of my ability. Like is hardly the appropriate word.”

[majorproblems77]

New mutual! *waves*

Hello! :D

Welcome welcome! Glad to have you here! Welcome to my corner of the internet, I've got cookies, cakes, hot chocolate (or a selected hot drink of choice) and cosy vibes.

[blametheeditor]

Terms Of Agreement | Chapter 3

First | Previous

Run Down: The monster under your bed, the one in the closet, and your sleep paralysis demon fight for custody.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and sleep deprivation. Mentions of death, murder, and accidental deaths. Mentions of treating others as lesser than, addressing someone as 'it'.

A snow day is a good writing day

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Fritz stares at his bedroom door with terror as the sun slowly sets, watching as the light grows dimmer and dimmer until it is nothing more than a thin sliver of red on the wall across from him. 

Then it disappears. 

The teenager tenses, because tonight he will be visited by one of three beings who want his soul. Will do everything within their power to make the night unbearable to the point he willingly gives it away. And now with the daylight gone for eleven hours, they can come anytime they please to stay for as long as they’d like. 

At least he knows someone will come and he won’t be left paranoid, though he doesn’t know who exactly. There’s a set schedule for every other day in which Fritz will actually be left alone for three nights. But it’s Saturday, and that has been set aside to be a ‘surprise’ on who it will be. 

So he waits, not wanting to be caught off guard by James or David. Because unlike Vincent, he never saw the two before meeting them, completely unaware they existed even if it was in the form of a hallucination. Meaning unlike his sleep paralysis demon, Fritz can only speculate about what they can do.

“I’ve actually kind of missed this,” Vincent’s voice rumbles the moment his room becomes dark enough that shadows seem to form shapes that aren’t there. Or maybe there are things crawling along the floor, invited by the demon slowly forming. 

Fritz doesn’t know if he should be relieved it did end up being Vincent. Because at least he can try and prepare for the two unknown monsters. But it also means he’s in for a sleepless night. 

“I don’t know about you,” the demon grins as the wide smile hovers too close for comfort. “But it’s just more fun this way. Though don’t get me-” 

Vincent cuts himself off. The only problem with his sleep paralysis demon not having any pupils is the fact Fritz can’t see what exactly is being looked at. Either the cowering redhead currently paralyzed, or something else. 

Fritz attempts to flinch as a catastrophic hand appears, but it’s only used to gesture toward his room with a finger. “What happened here?” 

...his room. The one he completely rearranged the previous night due to the realization there were powerful beings that wanted him dead. Fritz had forgotten what could be seen as a punishable offence hadn’t actually been seen, had actually assumed the three knew and were waiting for the perfect moment to make him regret trying to defend himself. Maybe even laugh at such a pathetic attempt. 

It turns out they can’t sense when he’s challenging their authority. But being paralyzed as he’s questioned over it with undeniable proof directly beside him might be worse than being loomed over by all three. Because then he at least wouldn’t be surrounded by darkness, completely in their mercy to do whatever they want with him. 

...I was scared.

A dark chuckle sends a shiver down his back. “If you weren’t, I’d be worried. But you do realize this could’ve ended badly for you if I didn’t find it first.” 

Y-You’re not mad?

“Mad?” Vincent grins. “I’m impressed. It takes a lot of courage to do something like this, albeit extremely stupid, but I don’t blame you. The other two however wouldn’t agree. David will see it as a challenge and destroy your dresser with everything inside it. James will see it as disrespectful and lecture you after assigning an impossible task for you to do.” 

Fritz stares up in disbelief, waiting for the demon to drop the act and find a suitable punishment for what he did. Because if David and James would, then why wouldn’t Vincent? Especially when it gives the perfect opportunity to not hold back. Unless the sleep paralysis demon will wait until the morning to tell the others so they can all contribute instead of just one. 

“How you can trust anyone at this point is beyond me,” Vincent smirks. “How about we get your room put back together, that way there’s no proof it ever happened.” 

That’s when Fritz’s want to scramble away from the terrifying snap of fingers that could break his bones turns into action. Softly shrieking when the paralysis vanishes and his head hits the wall, curling into a ball as he gasps for air. Waits for the dream to come into full effect, or for a hand to grab him. 

“Well are you just going to lie there or get your room straightened out?” 

Fritz stares at his now open door, Vincent lying outside it, looking amused. As if he doesn’t mind giving up precious minutes that could be used turning this night into an inescapable nightmare. 

“Wh-Why?” is all he can ask. 

The sleep paralysis demon shrugs. “Why do we do anything?” 

They watch each other for a few moments in silence. It’s only when nothing happens, not even an annoyed sigh the teenager isn’t doing anything despite an admittedly generous offer, that Fritz believe this isn’t a trick. Tentatively moves to stand up from his mattress, watching Vincent closely so he’s at least ready if his sleep paralysis demon decides to put him through a hallucination. 

Nothing grabs him when his feet are set on the floor. Only an eyebrow is raised as a relieved sigh escapes. 

Just in case Vincent called the other two and they’ll appear at any moment, Fritz quickly grabs a corner of his mattress and yanks it toward his bed frame. Struggles to find a proper angle to get it over the edge before finally being able to shove it into its proper place. Can’t help staring at the empty space of darkness underneath in case something reaches out to grab him before carefully pulling his dresser away from the closet door. 

It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes, but Fritz feels wired by the end of it, covered in sweat and terrified James and David will take this as an invitation. 

“Feel better?” 

Vincent laughs at look he earns, one that says the room might get rearranged all over again by tomorrow night. Even if it does mean getting his dressed destroyed, at least he’d know when David appeared when it’s his turn on Monday. 

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate the warning. “Thank you V-Vincent.” 

“Oh don’t thank me yet,” his sleep paralysis demon purrs. “I’m thinking bottomless pit tonight.” 

Fritz lunges toward his bed, barely managing to wrap himself under the blankets before the sense of freefalling leaves him silently screaming. 

And this time, he never stops falling. Just like what was promised instead of only being trapped for a few minutes to a few hours, it goes on through the entire night. Meaning the freezing air rushing past him lasts for what feels like days, making his heart skip a beat each time his blanket is nearly ripped away. It leaves him exhausted in both body and mind, pleading for it to stop even though he knows it won’t, his stomach twisted so much he can’t imagine eating anything ever again. 

Fritz finally screams as his bed slams into the ground, waking up with a jolt with the expectation all of his bones were turned to dust. Stares as daylight streams through his window as he confirms he’s psychically unharmed before burring his face into his pillow. 

“Fritz,” is said not even a minute later, tense as he realizes David is demanding his attention just outside his door. “You have five minutes to get ready.” 

I don’t want to.

Fritz actually thinks it over for a minute, about what would happen if he disobeyed and just ignored the giant’s words. Wonders if he could pretend to be asleep and act innocent when he isn’t in the hallway by the specified timeframe. Maybe even negotiate being given just a little more time to be able to have a dreamless sleep, even for a single minute. 

The want to rebel vanishes quickly when he feels the ground shake, remembering what it’s like the stand only a few feet from the catastrophic shoes that cause such earthquakes. The reminder that considering he’s no taller than David’s fingers, he shouldn’t be testing just how creative the giant can possibly get. Or the monster’s willingness to listen to suggestions from Vincent if they get offered. 

It’s a bit of a chore getting out of bed, Fritz’s limbs protesting every step of the way, his hands unable to properly cooperate as he opens his dresser drawers to find warm clothes to wear. He’s fairly sure he takes more than five minutes with all of his struggling, especially when he’s forced to fight his tied shoes because he would not be able to retie them. 

But he finally peers out of his bedroom to find David standing just outside of it. Looking thoroughly unimpressed, something that’s terrifying coming from such an imposing figure at this angle, but nothing about taking too long is said. 

“Um-m, good morning?” 

The monster scowls, and Fritz grips the door to keep himself from ducking back into his room. “Was that meant to be sarcastic?” 

“N-No, not at all! I, I just-” 

“Unless you genuinely think the morning is a ‘good’ one despite spending an entire night with Vincent, then I suggest you refrain from making such assertions,” David growls. 

Fritz trembles when it’s clear he made someone who wants him dead angry, and with no one else around to ensure he isn’t killed. If he gets out of this alive, at least he’ll know to choose his words much more carefully. “Y-Yes, sir.” 

For a split second, David actually looks surprised. But it disappears as the same expensive dress shoes that terrorized Fritz yesterday shift in place. “James and Vincent are waiting for you in the kitchen.” 

It’s a miracle the redhead is able to leave his room completely without needing a full minute to force his body to obey. Maybe because, despite not trusting David at all, Fritz hadn’t been crushed last time. Or maybe it’s because he’s fearful of what might happen if he does something to make the monster angry enough to punish him. 

No matter the reason, Fritz is just glad he isn’t being grabbed. More than happy to do everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from a hand that can squeeze, crush, or dangle him miles above the ground. 

The only issue is the fact he hadn't realized just how cumbersome walking through carpet while only a few inches tall is. So far he’s only really transversed across tile. Which isn’t perfect, and the grooves between each make Fritz feel as though he was walking up and down small hills. But carpet presents a whole new challenge. Like he’s trying to walk on top of really thick grass that are in odd bundles. Ones with small enough gaps he can’t step through, but enough to trip him if he isn’t careful. 

Then David takes a step, making the ground jump and cause Fritz to trip from his unsteady footwork with a yelp. 

“What are you doing?” the monster demands. 

The teenager is quick to get back on his feet, looking over his shoulder and instantly regretting it. Never will he get used to the sight of someone over a hundred feet tall glaring down at him like an ant needing to be crushed. “I-I-I’m just, the ground’s-s-s hard to walk o-on.” 

“Are you having trouble walking over carpet?” David asks incredulously. 

“I’m s-s-sorry,” Fritz breathes. Unable to speak any louder. Shaking as he expects the shoe to step on him right here and now. “I-I can do it. I’ll, I can go faster-r-r.” 

Eyes bigger than his head roll as a hand waves to continue. Fritz doesn’t need to be told twice, turning in order to speed up his pace. His muscles hate it, both the large steps he has to make and fact he’s trying to jog, but he can’t stop. As soon as he gets to the end of the hallway, he’ll be on tile and able to slow down. For now he needs- 

Fritz yells as his shoe catches a strand, wincing as his arms twinge from pain after catching him. Feels his entire body tense at the sound of a loud sigh from high above. Quickly tries to stand up again. 

Freezes when he feels warmth. Warmth he’s all too familiar with whenever Vincent sweeps him up. Screams when something grabs his shirt and pulls him up. One that turns into a garbled choke as his collar digs into his neck. Then his feet leave the ground. 

WAIT!

Fritz kicks out of pure panic as he watches the floor get further and further away until he’s forced to close his eyes before it becomes too dizzying. Before he faints because he can only picture falling from such a height, knowing he could never survive. Curls into himself as tightly as possible as he silently pleads not to be dropped please don’t let him fall. 

“Relax,” rumbles like thunder around him. “I’m not going to drop you, but I’m not watching you stumble and trip all morning long.” 

Fritz’s eyes open just long enough to see there’s a hand hovering a few feet below him. Can’t help a whimper when a single footstep makes his collar dig a little further into his neck. But he doesn’t attempt to plead to be put down or to be held more securely. The faster David gets to the kitchen, the quicker he’ll be put on solid ground. 

“David, what the hell are you doing.” 

Even though Vincent’s voice made Fritz feel ten times better knowing the giant who knows how fragile humans are is close by, vertigo overshadows any sense of safety, his eyes snapping open out of terror thinking he’s falling instead of being lowered down. 

His fears are unfounded this time, kicking instinctively once the kitchen counter is finally close enough to safely land on, shrieking when his shirt is let go just a foot too high. 

“He was taking too long so I picked him up.” 

“That looked more like dangling,” Vincent says. 

Fritz takes a few deep breaths in order to calm his heart, just glad he wasn’t dropped and never wanting to do that again. Glances up at David to see the monster looking prideful of what he accomplished. Vincent isn’t facing them, but at least his sleep paralysis demon doesn’t sound happy about the chosen method of transport. Despite it seeming like he will be dangled again, the teenager will take at least one giant preferring ways a little less terrifying. 

“I got him here safely, didn’t I?” David smirks. 

“And yet it seems like you’re trying your hardest to kill him before he chooses,” Vincent shrugs as he finally turns away from the stove. 

A purple hand then reaches toward Fritz, the teenager almost running to not be held so soon after not only a morning of being faced with terrifying heights, but the entire night as well. His fears are unfounded when he spots a plate balanced on a fingertip, quick to accept it in order to stare down at bacon and eggs. 

Right. He should eat. Get enough strength so he doesn’t lag behind and give anyone an excuse to grab him. 

What if I’m dangled again?

The thought of vertigo and food mixing together has his stomach flipping in protest, the enticing smell almost making him want to gag. Remembering his nightmare has Fritz hurriedly shoving the plate away as he covers his mouth. 

“Here.” 

He doesn’t hesitate to accept the offered glass of water. Well aware he might be disrespecting Vincent by refusing food that was made solely for him, but unable to find it in himself to even look at it again. “I’m sorry-” 

“I should’ve known,” the demon smiles. “Was it just David, or the nightmare?” 

“B-Both.” 

“What did David do?” James asks, seemingly appearing to loom over Fritz, the redhead curling into himself at the realization he’s trapped between two giants leaning on the counter. Both watching him closely. 

“Picked Fritz up too quickly,” Vincent hums. “And dangled him after he was in freefall for about ten hours straight.” 

“It sounds like he would’ve been fine if that wasn’t his torture last night.” 

“And I’ll be mindful for next time so I don’t go overboard! It’s you who refuses to learn from your mistakes.” 

“Again it sounds like he would’ve been fine if he wasn’t falling for hours on end.” 

“You weren’t actually falling.” 

Fritz hesitates before meeting James’ gaze, uncertain if the monster was talking to him. But Vincent doesn’t stop his argument with David, and it seems like an answer is wanted even if what was said was more like a statement. “I-I know.” 

“Then why do you act like you actually were?” 

The tone isn’t accusatory, but Fritz can’t help feeling like James is almost annoyed. “I, um, I think the v-vertigo made it real? F-For my body, not my mind.” 

The black void eyes stare at him for a moment. “Are you just weak, or are all humans like this?” 

“Um-m-m-” 

“James, he’s a teenager,” Vincent cuts in. “He can’t answer those questions to the full extent you want them to be. So don’t resort to insults when you don’t get your way.” 

“It’s not an insult when humans can’t tell the difference between hallucinations and reality.” 

“I don’t think you’ve experienced a proper hallucination before, then.” 

“D-Do all of you not make hallucinations?” Fritz pipes up. Not wanting another argument to start up, especially now that it’s clear it’s all the three seem to do when talking to each other. And, this might be the only chance he gets to prepare for the coming week. 

“The only one who doesn’t do any type of hallucinations is James,” David announces, crossing his arms as his glares at said monster. “Vincent’s the only one who can control your dreams, but I’m the one that turns the shadows of your room into creatures waiting for the perfect time to grab you.” 

“James is more ‘physical’ in a way. Grabs your blanket and pulls it off you. Scratches and pounds on your bed so you jolt awake. No true mental manipulation,” Vincent explains. 

That’s...extremely helpful. And explains a lot. Including why they all like to fight with each other. He can imagine David trying to prove why his technique is better than the others. 

“So, does that mean you all help each other?” 

“No,” is said in unison. 

“Helping means sharing, and I’m not willing to share a soul.” 

“Can’t exactly do it, either. Once it’s consumed, it can’t be reformed.” 

Fritz feels his lungs lock up as the sentence fully processes. About a soul being consumed. Like his own currently being fought over by the three surrounding him. 

Vincent’s smile suddenly gets close enough he could kick it. “My, we haven’t gone into that detail yet, have we?” 

“The interesting part is demons being the only one who consumes them,” James chimes in. “Monsters simply keep them for all eternity.” 

“Meaning you can either sit on a shelf like a trinket, collecting dust in a dark cupboard with a hundred other souls, or a quick painless death at the very end of the road,” his sleep paralysis demon purrs. 

Fritz finally forces himself to take a deep breath. Spots the plate of food that had been made to ensure he doesn’t die before he chooses someone to have the rights to take his soul. For David and James to keep locked up forever, or for Vincent to eat. 

And the worst part is that neither seems better than the other. 

Fritz hugs his knees before looking up at Vincent. “I should stop ask questions every time I eat.” 

The demon chuckles as he carefully collects the abandoned plate. “That would be wise.” 

“So for future reference, how do we pick him up without hurting him?” 

“How do you feel, Fritz?” 

Nauseous, but now for an entirely different reason. One that has him never wanting to be picked up again. Run to Jeremy’s house and come up with a plan where he doesn’t have to lose his soul. Find a comfortable place to just sleep and pretend it’s all a dream. 

The teenager sighs. “You can pick me up.” 

“Alright, David, show me how you did it last time.” 

Before Fritz can fully comprehend what that meant, the back of his shirt is suddenly pulled taunt. Not even a second after and he’s yanked up, gaging for more reasons than one. 

“It’s choking.” 

“You were choking him the entire time?” 

“It didn’t look like I was!” 

Fritz gasps as he’s quickly lowered back down, coughing once his shirt is no longer attempting to strangle him. Yells as he attempts to scramble away when the fingers return. “No, wait-!” 

“It’s just me,” Vincent rumbles. A sentence that doesn’t make him feel any better. It also means that even though Fritz actually manages to find his footing and run, his shirt still manages to get snagged. 

Only this time, somehow, he isn’t choked as he’s lifted up. Still curls up with fear as he watches the counter disappear, but he can actually breathe. His stomach not trying to twist itself completely into a knot, though it was still left behind. 

Fritz looks over at David with surprise before flinching at the hatred directed toward him. “I can’t help but feel like he was being dramatic before.” 

“Even James could see you were choking him. This method works, but you can’t just yank him up. Be gentle and lift him up slowly. Same goes for when he’s in your hand.” 

“He’s so fragile he needs to be picked up slowly? That’s what was wrong?” 

James snorts as Fritz is slowly lowered back down, quick to face toward all three so no one can yank him up suddenly. “Maybe you should shrink down to its size and see what it’s like.” 

“No way in hell.” 

“Then you pick him up slowly and carefully,” Vincent scowls. “Or else if he dies by your hands, you owe James and I a soul.” 

David aims his sight down on Fritz. “If that ever happens, I’ll find a way to make you pay.” 

Which means it’ll be a loosing battle ever getting on the monster’s good side. 

“James, your turn.” 

Fritz doesn’t hesitate to sprint in the opposite direction as fast as possible. Screams when a hand blocks his path. Doesn’t get a chance to run again before the fingers curl around him to scoop him up. Freezes when he realizes the digits are purple, waiting to see if he’ll just be handed over. Going limp when he’s only held as his back is gently stroked. 

“Maybe later.” 

“Maybe never.” 

“At least we all agree James is the worst.” 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

[arkyn-iceborn-vindication]

(Closed starter for @the-expatriate)

Arkyn had never been kidnapped, but there was a first time for everything. It wasn’t the blow to the back of the head that knocked him out, though it certainly disoriented him. It was whatever was inside that needle his assailants jabbed him with. Arkyn had done all he could he could to fight back, but the last thing he remembered was shoving the man who jabbed him away before his legs gave out.

Speaking of legs, he could feel some form of binding around them now that he was slowly regaining consciousness. Groggy and in pain, he tried to reach for his pounding head only to find his hands were similarly bound in place. Arkyn could feel his breath reflecting off the burlap sack over his head, blinding him to his surroundings. Why he was kidnapped was anyone's guess. To the best of his knowledge, Arkyn hadn't offended anyone drastically enough to deserve this treatment. Nobody who was still alive at least. And yet here he was.

The man took a moment to feel his extremities before he turned his attention to listening. He focused, trying to sense if he was alone or not, and if not, how many other people there were. It took a few moments, but he eventually detected breathing. By his guess, one other person. And they sounded close. Arkyn opened his mouth to speak, finding it rather parched and dry.

“Hello?” he said, interrupting himself with a small coughing fit. "Who's there?"

[inspired-aspiring-artist]

Infects yuor askbox

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[greypetrel]

Oh, hello!

Noticed there's a bunch of new people around here, welcome!

Just a quick notification:

I'm Arja (AH-ree-ah, I know I could spell it like "arya" but I'm petty towards ASOIAF and I won't have a nickname connected to that) here you can find some infos about me.

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[honoosenshi]

@sorenyamashita ♥'d for a starter !

❝ hey there ... ❞ slight amusement was discernable on her lovely visage ; a child wandering about the hikawa shrine grounds was not something she bore witness to everyday. especially without a parental guardian. she regarded him warmly, lips curved into a soft smile as she walked closer to them , kneeling to get his attention. ❝ you okay? you look troubled ...❞ ( she supposed he needed no other introduction as her white robes & scarlet hakama were evidence enough of her vocation )

[lovedlcst]

@clearwinged liked for a starter.

"There's my arrow," Morticia chimed out, a small smirk coming to her lips as she approached the wall that clearly had a arrow stuck into the dry wall. Her berry red lips sighed as she slung the bow across her back before she prepared to yank the arrow out, taking off her gloves off. "You weren't harmed, monsieur?" she queried without glancing at the other.