#✨ ′ it's not going to last–– it's not going to kill me ⦗ out of anxiety ⦘

[3verett]

god i hate the beta editor. but have to deal with it. anyway, i'm going to rewatch wolf pack cause i still need to know more about bby everett. going to create some icons too. but anyway, like this for a starter 🌕

[chaotic-orphan]

Hey! I've just read your defiant leader x confident villain story and HOLY SHIT is it good. I love the personalities that you've given the characters, and how the villain doesn't really want to hurt the leader and is trying to ignore all of their feeling. Ugh!

I would love it if you could write more of the story. I have a feeling there's a lot more twists and turns on the horizon 👀✨

Defiant Leader x Confident Villain (5)

Read part one here

Continued from here

Guys… i am so sorry to everyone who has requested more parts for this series… it has taken literally months, I am only finished now because I queued it when I discovered it again! I am very sorry, it is an active WIP again!! I hope you enjoy!

TW: NEEDLES

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Leader woke to the door of his room opening. He was still sitting in the chair in the room where Supervillain left him. The last thing he remembered was staring at the wall to pass the time, limbs still tied down tightly. Sometimes, when he was feeling adventurous, he’d glare down at the hammer that mangled his hand, but even that got boring. He didn’t realise he fell to sleep until he was waking up with the click of the lock in the door.

He didn’t have time to wake up, so his mind shot alert, clearing the fog that usually came with waking suddenly. He felt his body come alive at the thoughts of Supervillain coming to destroy his other hand. His limbs were asleep but still Leader made a fist with his free hand trying to get feeling back into it just in case.

What he could do to fight against Supervillain he didn’t know, but… but who was he kidding?! Supervillain seemed to smash every bone in his good hand, his strong hand, his punching hand.

Leader wanted to cry out as he tried to make a fist with his hand on instinct, but swallowed the cry to a sharp hiss as loud, quick footsteps thundered behind Leader’s chair and they froze.

Those footsteps were unmistakable, and there was only one set. A swift slap to the back of the head and Leader let out a startled: “ow!”

“You deserve more than that, you fucking idiot!” Villain hissed, coming to stand in front of Leader, setting a doctor’s bag down on the floor in front of Leader and dropping to one knee, unzipping it. “What were you thinking, pissing Supervillain off, Leader? Do you know how difficult you are making everything for me?”

“How about you just let me go and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Villain jerked their head up, piercing gaze furious and accusing. “Would you? Be out of my hair?” Villain challenged. Leader was the first to look away, and Villain scoffed, before dipping their head again and searching through the bag beside him. “Yeah. Thought so.”

“Villain… I…” Leader began, searching for the words to express themselves, but none came, and Villain didn’t seem to be in the mood to hear them even if they did somehow miraculously find the words to defend themselves. “Look, you don’t have to keep coming to my rescue.”

“Clearly I do,” Villain ground out, accusing eyes finding Leader’s again. “If you keep riling Supervillain up, Leader, he will kill you. I’m not fucking around. He will murder you, but you won’t die quickly. It will be long, drawn out, torturous.”

Leader’s brows lowered over their eyes, hooding the sockets in shadow. “I know that, Vil.”

“I don’t think you do!”

Leader’s eyes widened at the intensity colouring Villain’s voice, the slight fear in their eyes as they spoke. It was almost… desperate, almost helpless. Villain scoffed and looked away, running a hand through their hair, pulling slightly at the end of the strands.

Leader frowned. “Villain… what’s that look?”

Villain didn’t answer right away but a million different thoughts seemed to flash across his expression— doubt, fear, disgust anxiety. Every time Villain opened their mouth to speak they seemed to pause, chew their words, search for a better way to say what they wanted to tell Leader.

Eventually a grim resolution moulded their features and they looked at Leader again instead of through them.

“Supervillain,” Villain began hesitantly not quite meeting Leader’s gaze, and instead running a nervous hand through their hair. “He didn’t exactly trust me when I wanted to join his side so he devised a sort of… test, or trial run and he gave me the job he thought I would run away scared from.”

Villain risked a glance at Leader’s expression, then let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of their nose, rocking back on their heels.

“It’s not something I’m proud of but I had to prove myself and if I didn’t do it someone else would have—”

“It’s okay, Vil,” Leader told them. Startled eyes found Leader’s and Villain’s expression softened slightly, shoulders losing tension. “Go on.”

“He made me the interrogator… or that’s what he called it, he made me his torturer,” Villain said quietly and it was as if all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. Leader stared at Villain, studying their face. Villain let out a shaky breath. “Every Hero we captured, or enemy someone brought in I would take care of them. Get information, work the confessions out of them, or just make them suffer— whatever Supervillain told me to do.”

Villain licked their lips, their eyes looking down to their hands before continuing.

“That’s not even the worst part, Leader,” Villain continued, tightening their hands into fists. They raised their head, gaze steeled and said: “The worst part was that I was good at it.”

Leader would rather Villain pick up the hammer and smash their other hand, or every single bone in their body rather than tell them this. Rather than this be true, because Villain wasn’t… Villain couldn’t— Villain… it felt like all air was robbed from their chest as they stared at Villain and for the first time since they came, Leader finally saw Villain.

They saw how much Villain changed. The little moments that were shining through of the old Villain were only that. Fleeting moments. Villain looked the same, although they had a new haircut and a crueller smirk. They carried themselves a little taller, but they looked like Leader’s Villain, but there was something now that seemed to finally let Leader see the real Villain.

The new Villain.

As if a blindfold had just been taken off Leader’s eyes.

Villain looked older, not by much but they had a less innocence in their eyes. Instead they were hard, certain kernels of experience. They didn’t just carry themselves taller, Villain had a new confidence about them as if they had finally found their calling. As if they were born to be a Villain, to be an… interrogator.

Villain’s expression softened and they turned away, letting out a shaky laugh. “You hate me now, don’t you?”

“Not even a little bit,” Leader said without hesitation. Villain let the shock show across their face as they met Leader’s eyes again.

Leader forced their resolve to show on their face, as sure as anything. “You did what you felt you had to do, Vil,” Leader continued softly. “You did what I always knew you could: you survived everything that life threw at you. How could I hate you for that?”

Villain looked so vulnerable in that moment, and Leader wished that they had seen it sooner. They wished they noticed how lost Villain was within the team, how sad they were. Always lashing out, always a little more distant and reserved.

“I should have done more, Vil,” Leader said and Villain rocked back on their heels, shaking their head side to side. They opened their mouth to reply but Leader beat them to it. “No, I should’ve, I’m sorry you felt like you had to leave the team. I’m sorry about the way things ended… I— I miss you, if I’m honest. But sometimes…”

The words were rushing out of Leader’s mouth now, all emotion. “Sometimes when we start out life presents us with opportunities and we just go along with them because, well, what other option do we have? But you… I’ve never seen you more alive, more at peace. You really seem to have found your place in the world Villain and I couldn’t be more happy for you.”

“You can’t say that, Leader,” Villain whispered.

Leader laughed. “Says who?”

Villain frowned. “We are enemies, we’re on the opposing sides. We can’t— there is no world where we’re friends.”

“Just because I don’t agree with you, Villain, doesn’t mean I don’t know you. I don’t still care for you, that the years we shared mean nothing.”

“It does,” Villain protested. “It has too.”

Leader leaned forward in their chair. “If it does, then what the hell are you here for, Villain?”

The question was like a slap of reality that stunned Villain for a moment before they sighed. They glanced down to the bag they brought in and rummaged through it, pulling out a small black case and flicking it open.

Inside was a needle and a small bottle of something. Villain reached in and grabbed the needle. Villain reached into the bag and drew out two medical gloves and slide them onto their hands, snapping the band at the end of one and grinning up at Leader.

It unnerved Leader a little as they stared down at the bottle, trying to read whatever it was Villain was so happy about showing them. Now with the knowledge that Villain was the resident torturer.

Not that it was particularly news to Leader. When rumours started circulating about Supervillain’s new vicious agony agent it was Rogue who brought the idea of Villain to Leader’s attention. Rogue ran with other people before Leader; heroes, vigilantes, villains… probably the one with the most contacts across the city.

“How certain are you?” Leader asked them.

Rogue shrugged one shoulder. “I trust contact with my life. They’re not the gossiping type.”

Leader didn’t show it then, but the thought, the very possibility that it could have been Villain terrified them. How wrong did they go with Villain to make them want to hurt people? But looking at them now, Leader couldn’t help but see the same Villain they had always known. Maybe just more grown up and sure of themselves. The way they were working so deftly with the needle and vial. Drawing some liquid into the needle and spurting it back out again to re-draw.

They smiled up at Leader once they were satisfied and started rubbing Leader’s hand with cotton balls covered in rubbing alcohol. Leader hissed jerking their arm back, but Villain continued as if Leader was sitting quiet as a mouse.

“I know, but you gotta hurt to get better. No pain no gain, right?” Villain asked with a grin. Leader smothered their anxiety at that grin. Villain’s old reassuring grin, the same one they wore before they ran recklessly from the group to defend them. When they directly disobeyed Leader’s orders to intercept their enemies before it was time.

Now, it wasn’t any of that. It was reassuring and light, so Leader nodded and set their jaw into a tight line as Villain smoothed the skin on Leader’s hand. Leader clenched their teeth as their bone rubbed off bone.

“Okay, this will hurt.”

That was all the warning Leader got before Villain plunged the needle into their hand. Leader jolted forwards, swallowing a scream to a mewling whine in the back of their throat instead.

They felt the liquid being injected into their hand, it was a strange sensation but not one that was unfamiliar. Once Villain had thumbed down the plunger and injected all of the liquid they pulled it out gently. They replaced it with a cotton pad the dab the blood away.

Leader stared at Villain. “Okay. That actually wasn’t that bad,” Leader told them.

Villain grimaced. “Leader, that was the easy part.”

Leader frowned and then the pain came. It was a simmering kind of burning at first and Leader’s wide eyes shot to Villain’s.

“Vil… what is this? What is this?” They rushed out, gasping between the questions.

“It’s okay, Leader. It just resets the bones in your hand.”

“It what?” Leader shrieked, closing their eyes as they felt their bones start to move in their hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Leader cried as their hand ignited in agony. They gasped and shot forward as far as the ropes would allow them, their neck muscles straining as they tried to not scream but their hand was on fire.

“Hey, Leader. It’s okay, I know. I know.” Leader only very distantly heard Villain whispering assurances and comforting words to them as they writhed beneath the ropes.

“Villain!” Leader gasped, throwing their head back as a guttural scream was torn from their throat. Leader kicked out and tried to buck themselves out of the chair but the ropes just remained firm as Leader screamed louder than they ever have before. The pain ricocheted from their hand — where their bones were moving and mending under their skin — all the way to their shoulders and then deeper into their chest.

It was too much.

Stars burst behind their eyes as they felt their bones crack into place.

Villain was speaking to them. Lips moving but Leader couldn’t hear a word they said. Villain’s eyes widened as Leader let the blackness swallow them, the last thing they saw was Villain lurching from their crouch.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Hello my love! One more for you, though knowing me, I’m sure it’ll end up being more than just this one!

I’d love to see something where Steve has an oral fixation that isn’t necessarily sex-related. (It definitely could be, I’m not at all opposed, I’d just like to see some soft boys.) ❤️ and as always, if you’re busy or not feeling it, feel free to ignore me! ❤️

I was busy getting sunburnt (no I will not be taking questions at this time) but without further ado, soft soft boys for my star ✨

Steve was always chewing on his nails, or the skin of his fingers, or popping gum into his mouth.

It used to make Eddie ridiculously horny.

Like, couldn't focus on anything except the way Steve's mouth moved around things.

The (thankfully) short-lived lollipop phase nearly killed him.

But he started to notice what actually triggered the need for something to be in his mouth.

Steve Harrington had anxiety.

Not just the casual social anxiety that he first assumed, but the holding on by a thread, everything is overwhelming kind.

He decided to test his theory one evening when they were having a movie night that Robin had to back out of at the last minute. If he thought too hard about it, he would assume she was trying to set them up.

Steve had spent the first 15 minutes biting at the skin of his thumb, most likely causing a massive hangnail.

Eddie grabbed his hand and held it in his own, doing his best to avoid looking at where they were now connected.

Steve tensed for a moment, only relaxing when he realized Eddie's attention wasn't actually on him.

And then Eddie felt Steve's head drop onto his shoulder as he lifted their joined hands up to his lips.

He thought he was going to kiss his fingers, which would have been enough on its own to send him spiraling.

What he did instead was...a lot.

He started rubbing Eddie's rings along his lips slowly, letting his breath hit Eddie's fingers.

"What are you doing, Stevie?"

He was amazed he could even speak.

"Sorry. Just, there's a lot of textures on them. It's nice. Something to calm my brain."

"Is your brain busy a lot?"

"Yeah."

"You can keep doing that if it helps."

Steve memorized the feeling of every ring on Eddie's hands, first with his lips, then with his fingers.

It was the first of many parts of Eddie he would memorize with his mouth.

[zhvakinnn]

Heyy, do you have any headcanons for Yelena? 🤍

Sorry i just seen this right now😣

Headcannons yelena

Warning: mention of gun/killing

Fluff

🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓

∆ everyone saw yelena as a rough and mean one but not really, just because she's tall doesn't mean she cant be soft

∆ i bet that yelena as an toxic or abusive parents so she's kinda mean but in private she's very soft

∆ when you two aren't dating yet i guess she's just really mean at you like ignoring you then you suddenly caught feelings for her (because she's damn beautiful) and you just treat her like, giving her flowers in a random moment, praising her

∆ ex: "you really look good today", "have a good day", " love your outfit today". Etc

∆ ok the last praise is weird because she only wear a suit

∆ and that very moment she liked you became she cut/trim slightly of her hair and nobody notice except you

∆ "huh? Did you cut your hair it looks good"

∆she was amazed that you notice those little things about her

∆ you were the one who moves first and confess " i like you, i know your kinda mean but youve actually cared for me and yeah Your hot"

∆ she was shock someone finally cared for her

∆ she just stand there frozen, that's where anxiety comes you regret everything you said till she lift and hug you. Then.. cried?

∆ yes she's crying on your shoulder and said thank you ( not the best way to say i love you too)

∆ since your inside the wall your not very familiar with things outside so she introduced you to many things

∆ the other scout was so confused of how you manage to date her i mean that one time she put you into jail with the others and remember that guy who insult sasha she shot him dead

∆ and that one time someone threaten you she didn't think anything but shot that person, and then hugged you the other scout was shock and scared at her

∆ but like i said she's literally sweet and caring

∆ when your two alone you both cuddle she will lie on your chest while you brush her hair

∆ yes she needs ✨baby treatment ✨

∆ morning routines are lazy when your gonna get up her slender arms will wrap around saying that don't leave her

∆ same goes in that night you have to pee she won't let you go

∆ "lena I'm really gonna Burst here!". "Then pee here" you have you slam a hand in her face so you can go out of her arms

∆ night routines are just you two chatting about stuff and blah blah blah

∆ she's the one who says i love you

∆ her love language is praise (kinky), affectionate

Gosh i love this woman🤸🏻

[fan-a-tink]

Young Royals S3 thoughts

EP5

Even just hearing this scene’s echo was horrific. It must have been so much worse to actually go through it. 

It must be so hard for Wille to reconcile how he knows Erik which what he now knows about him. And he is not here anymore to defend himself. Uuuurgghhhhh!

Please talk to Simon. Please talk to him. Shutting him out will not make anything better.

Sara and Felice doing desserts together, that’s the best idea anyone has ever had :) A chance for them to talk, yay!

This Micke is starting to be a dad too good to be true. This is sketchy behaviour. He is too happy, this is going to spiral out of his control. Oh Sara I am worried for you….

Ok, I am just going to say it (even 2021 me would judge me so hard for this) but August „redemption arc“ is working. Like I honestly believe that he is trying to be a little bit better as a person. I want him to be alright. And yes, I am shocked that I think this. 

Whose locker is number 60? Is that Sara’s? 

Wille once more calling his parents because he needs support. And his dad once more not stepping up. Nobody is perfect, not even Kronprins Erik….!

Edvin Ryding, the actor you are…

This episode it’s Wille’s turn to look as if his soul has left him. 

Oh shit this will be the music room fight. I am not ready. I am not ready. No no no no no noooooooo.

RIP Wille in the choir. Those scenes in episode two were worth it though :)) 

It is so typical for Simon to think that he has done something wrong. Simon, my love, you are not ‚difficult‘ for asking questions!! You are wonderful. 

Wille, those are your thoughts, not Simons. They are your fears, your doubts, your anxieties. And they are completely valid. But please don’t put words in Simon’s mouth and push him away like that. „Maybe he gave in to peer pressure. What do you know?“ Like, Simon is trying to help you here, he’s trying to talk it through with you and help you out. Nooo, don’t walk out on him?!!!

Simon being left behind in the music room is just as devastating as Wille being in there after their fight last season. I am done with this music room. 

The 36 on Simon’s locker is now always going to remind me of that fan exam :)) I was sooo unsure about that question haha

So she takes the letter, but is she reading it? Should we assume she read it? Or is she just not going to read it? I am confused…

Oh no. Micke has forgotten. The hope and desperation in her voice that she’s trying to conceal while leaving these voice messages for her dad is killing me. Also, ruuuuuun! You can still make it :) 

Why is Wille only ever with Felice when he’s had a fight or something with Simon? Like, when they’re good, he never hangs out with her. 

I also do believe he would have accepted and embraced Wille’s queerness. But I guess it’s the fact that we’ll never know that is so hard to deal with.

Purple nail polish ✨ slay :)

Sara made it :) But also, it’s stressing me out that she just puts her id back into her bag and doesn’t close it properly. It could fall out!

That is so heartbreaking seeing that Micke is falling back into the habit of drinking with his friends. And the worst possible moment for Sara to find out, mid-driving test, in the middle of the road. 

Linda giving Simon the long overdue hug and telling him he’s not doing anything wrong. YES!

„Love shouldn’t be this difficult“ - Linda, I trusted you!!! Don’t give Simon ideas.. 

Sara turning up at the house, breaking down. Simon hugging her. Forgiving her. I am in actual tears now. Can’t handle it. I’m sooo glad he is forgiving her. This was soooo necessary. Finally some healing…. 

That’s a decent apology text, Wille, I’m proud of you :)

The nail polish looks sooo good!!

And its off 😂 That was shorter than Wille’s career in the choir..

The Happy Birthday Song Scene will forever be my favourite Wilson scene. I am crying my eyes out because I know it’s all going to go wrong soon, and this might be one of the last moments of happiness. And it is SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! 

Also I am sooo glad the ‚Is everything ok between us?‘ line happened here and now was immediately answered with a ‚yes‘ - that takes away one of my biggest fears from the trailer… 

Also, he made him a sandwich? Asjdnä oajbef lskdfb .sjdnfsldnf lsdn 💜

I like Farima. Also her green suit is gorgeous :) 

They are holding hands in the car !!!!

„Maybe it was stupid to tell you that thing about Erik. I get that it must’ve been tough to hear.“ Yeah, no shit, August.

Simon is just chilling, living his best life eating cake :) 

„Cause there’s a risk of poisoning.“ Oooff. Simon’s expression is golden :))

I think Simon will never get used to having staff to take care of everything. And to Wille being absolutely ok with that and not even noticing it. 

Spotted Lisa Ambjörn, hihiiiii :))

Please make Simon feel welcome. Please. 

Why are they all pretending like everyone’s happy and fine? 

August is just so happy to be near Sara, it is actually adorable. 

Felice and Sara working side by side. I have so much hope that they can find their friendship again. Like, they are both loving being in each other’s company..! And Felice wanting to be a chef? I am here for it!!!! That whole little scene was beautiful :))

That is the most awkward dinner conversation ever. Poor Simon. Poor Wille. And they really don’t make it easy for anyone just bringing everything back to Erik. Like, that just adds so much pressure on Wille, and also this is such a vulnerable topic for him right now… 

Class Bad Boy. Lol

I love that he hates the title. Like, season 1 August would have loved it! That is GROWTH, ladies and gentlemen!

„It’s not very long. I’ll read it to you“ - dude, she can read, she just didn’t want to! 

His voice breaking up a little while he reads the letter. Malte is really on the next level this season…

The way he leans his head into that hug…! I have so much hope for them…. Please, please, please!

Yes, I can see that from Frederike’s point of view this looks bad. But you don’t know anything about the situation. And you’re just going to cause problems. But of corse she runs straight to Felice. Uuughhh, and things were just starting to look like they could be friends again someday. 

Wille playing a bit of the school song. Is that the only thing he remembers how to play, because he taught it to Simon? 

Wille, you’re being unfair. Yes, it’s hard for you. But Simon is also allowed to find it hard. And he is only trying to support you.

I’m sorry, but Wille’s parents could not be more useless right now. I am so glad Wille is finally speaking his mind. Maybe the delivery is not the most productive, constructive, diplomatic, but a child should not have to beg for his parents to be there for him. And they should not just leave the room when he does. Like, I understand that you are ill and struggling and that it must be absolutely terrible to deal with your eldest son dying tragically in a car crash, but Wille is right, you still have a son, and he needs you!!! 

The way Simon looks horrified and genuinely scared when Wille smashes the gifts. Like, he looks kind of scared of Wille. I bet he witnessed these kind of violent outbursts from his dad when he was younger. Oh Simon….

There it is: „Love shouldn’t be this hard.“ And it hurts just as much as I thought it would. 

Wille’s cheek is so wet, he must have been crying a lot already. 

Simon’s voice cracking when he says „Maybe it just can’t work.“ - he is breaking his own heart admitting this. 

The lyrics just before the cut „I got addicted to a losing game“ - KILL ME NOW!

I am in tears. Like, I knew they were going to come to a point like this, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok!!!

[pradaxstyles]

congratulations! you got your own lemon drop nonnie!!! reader (or OC) is traveling with/is friends with/is in a relationship with Ellie, and after a particularly rough night, reader basically asks ellie about her nightmares and says "You mumble in your sleep." idk how you would want to write this but i'd like to see it!! (i might send an idea for joel your way) -🍋

Oh my gosh hi my little lemon drop nonnie 😭 I've never had an emoji anon I'm so excited. Im sososo glad you requested something! Seeing this made my entire day!! It's been a few years since I've written anything, so I really hope you enjoy it!

As always, please come chat or leave some feedback!! I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts!! 💐🫶🏻✨

No Words Left Unsaid

Pairing --> Ellie Williams x Fem reader

Warnings --> Anxiety symptoms, Joel is dead (I'm sorry 😭) no explicit details of death, just mentioned. Ellie is a fragile mess. How I imagine Ellie to be if she had someone to go to (besides Dina) ab what happened to Joel. Briefly proofread, if I missed anything, please let me know!

Word count --> 1.6k

Alexa's notes✨ --> I hope this was okay!! I had an idea and quite literally ran with it. I'm always open for constructive criticism (please be nice about it)!! Love yall xoxo

You knew Ellie well enough that when she put her mind to something, it was going to get done. Regardless if she got herself killed while doing it, it would be the last thing she did.

What you didn't know, is where you stood with the short haired girl. Stolen glances, hands brushing against each other, soft smiles from across the room, the force that was Ellie made your cheeks burn like nothing else.

A heavy, repeated pounding came from your door late one night. Jolting awake, you rubbed the grogginess from your eyes and glanced at the clock, 3:47am. A chill ran down your spine, the winter air nipping at your skin.

The pounding came again, this time a little more urgent. Reaching for a blanket from the couch, you headed to the door.

Curiosity pricked at your fingertips, pulling the handle and revealing a crack of the person who woke you up.

Eyes widening, you whispered, "Ellie?"

You opened the door wider to get a better look at her. She was pacing, the prints of her boots having muddled together in the once pristine snow. Her hair wasn't in its usual bun, but rather messily laid around her head. You could tell she had been running her fingers through it as one hand remained nestled in her hair, pulling at the roots. She was mumbling things under her breath that you couldn't quite catch.

Releasing the handle, you walked down the small steps of your porch to where Ellie was still pacing. Laying a soft hand on her sweater clad shoulder, you said her name again.

She jumped and pulled herself out of your grasp. Finally able to get a good look at her face, you frowned.

Her eyes were puffy and red, cheeks a deep scarlet that concealed her freckles, her lips dry and cracked from picking at the skin there. A haunted look had made a home on her once cheeky demeanor.

She opened her mouth, willing words to form, but nothing came.

Taking a small step forward, you reached a hand out for her. "Ellie?" you questioned again, "What's going on? Are you okay?"

She met your hand and grasped it tightly. Her clammy hands a deep contrast from the cold air that surrounded the both of you. Ellie's eyes glossy eyes met yours and she squeezed your hand again. Ragged breaths clawed themselves from her lungs, her other hand landing on her chest.

Panic crept its way through your veins at the sight of the girl in front of you. Reaching for her other hand, you led her inside.

"Els, I need you to sit down okay? I'm gonna get you some water."

Ellie gave a weak nod before sitting on the edge of the couch. She took a deep inhale, the soft scents of your lavender and chamomile lotion bringing her a sense of comfort. You wrapped the blankets tightly around her shoulders before heading into the small kitchen. Faint sounds of hiccuped breaths and sniffling could be heard over the trickling of the water. A small sigh left your lips as you turned the water off, trying to compose yourself.

She had moved so her back was pressed into the couch and the blanket a cocoon around her body. Wanting to give Ellie some space, you sat on the opposite side.

Extending the glass towards her, "Here El, drink some of this, small sips. It'll make you feel better," you gently coaxed.

She accepted the water gingerly and took a sip before setting it on the small table in front of her.

"What happened, Ellie? Talk to me," soft words fell from your lips. A look of concern still etched into your features. You debated moving any closer before Ellie scooted herself so she was facing you.

Ellie took a shaky breath, "Joel-" and squeezed her eyes shut.

Your blood ran cold at the mention of his name. Joel had been a blessing to you and Jackson, someone everyone could count on. As much as you wanted to know what happened, you could tell Ellie was in no shape to discuss the events that occurred. You had an inkling, but didn't want to push it.

Tentatively, you tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and laid your palm against her cheek. She leaned into your touch before opening her eyes again. "We don't have to talk about it tonight if you don't want to, angel. We can just go to sleep and deal with it in the morning," you offered.

A look of absolute defeat painted her features and it killed you inside. You could see her weigh the options before softly nodding her head. Ellie felt the exhaustion of the day settling heavy in her bones.

You stood and collected Ellie into your arms, holding her there for a moment. A shuddered breath hit your shoulder before you felt Ellie wrap her arms around your waist and hold you tightly. You took a few deep breaths and rubbed small circles into her back.

She pulled back slightly and gave a weak smile. Smiling back, you offered, "Let me get you some warm clothes for tonight, hm? And then we'll go to bed."

You took Ellie's hand and led her to the bathroom and left her to change. The door clicked shut behind her and you let a deep breath fall from your lips.

Sliding back under the warm blankets, you sat against the headboard and closed your eyes, waiting for Ellie. The sound of the door opening and Ellie's soft footsteps had you perking up.

"It'll be okay, Els. We'll take care of it, I promise." You held your arms open for her and she all but collapsed into your warm embrace. Laying her head against your chest, she entangled her legs with yours as you pulled the blanket up to cover her back.

Pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, you mumbled "I'm here, bug and I'm not going anywhere."

Ellie gave a small nod, "Thank you."

You hummed in response and held her tightly against your body as if to shield her from every damn thing that had hurt her.

The sun's warm light began peaking in way faster than you wanted.

Ellie was fast asleep, cuddled into your chest. You hadn't moved in fear of waking the girl up, so you stayed in that same position all night. Rubbing random patterns onto her back, brushing your fingers through her hair, and consoling her when she seemed to be having a nightmare.

She's mumbled incoherent sentences since she fell asleep. You weren't sure if you should've woken her up, but as soon as you whispered "You're okay," "You're safe," she stopped.

You wished you could take the pain away. Ellie hadn't told you everything since she and Joel had arrived in Jackson, but she told you enough. They'd been through hell together, and you couldn't imagine what plagued her while she slept.

Ellie began to stir slightly, a groan falling from her lips. She tensed, not remembering where she was. "Wha-"

"You're okay Els, you're with me," you reassured her. Glancing down at her, a confused look melded on her features. "Do you remember coming over here last night?" The question felt sour on your tongue, remembering the broken state Ellie was in mere hours before.

She nodded slowly and began to pull from your arms. "I'm so sorry for showing up like that, I didn't know what else to do," she started. "I got back and Tommy told me to go home but I just couldn't, how could I just-"

You could tell she was getting upset all over again. Her breathing was starting to get erratic and in an effort to calm her racing thoughts, you placed a hand on her cheek.

"Els, it's okay. You're okay, you know you can come over anytime you need to. I'm always here for you," you reassured her. Ellie's eyes frantically searched your face for any doubt, but she found none.

She nodded slightly and laid down next to your sitting frame, eyes glued to the ceiling. Glancing up to see what she was looking at, "You mumble in your sleep," you acknowledged hesitantly.

Ellie winced ever so slightly and looked over at you. Tearing your gaze from the pale ceiling, you met her eyes. "What did I say?"

"It wasn't full sentences or anything, just some mumbled words and sounds," you started. "I'm not upset or anything, I just didn't know if yo-"

"I have nightmares," Ellie whispered softly, keeping her eyes on you, "Sometimes they change, and sometimes it's the same thing every fucking night."

You moved to lay down next to Ellie, willing her to continue. She took your hand and brought it to lay against her chest. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Most of the time it involves Joel and what we went through a few years ago. There was a few times we both should have died, and we didn't."

Reaching with your intertwined fingers, you thumbed a small tear from her cheek, and pushed some loose hairs back. Ellie watched your roaming eyes and how they looked so full of love. Everything she noticed was calculated yet soft, deliberate showings of affection. Your eyes fell back to hers and Ellie's cheeks warmed slightly. You nodded slightly, urging her to continue if she wished.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm forever thankful we didn't die during those times, but now all I see is him dead. I see it when I'm awake, I see it when I'm asleep. I can't get away from it. I can't lose another person again, I can't lose you. I'm not ready to lose you yet."

Ellie had never laid her cards out like this before, let alone told anyone what plagued her at night. You held her gaze the entire time, hanging on to every word she said. Ellie was so thankful for you in that moment. She was always thankful for you, but in this moment, maybe just a little more.

"You're not going to lose me, Els. It's us against the goddamn world. That I promise you."

[melaton1nx]

Not sure if you mentioned it anywhere or not before but where did your inspiration for your AU come from? Any good backstory or lore you have or got planed you can drop crumbs for.

IreallylikeAUlore

YEYSYEYSYES UM,

I never mentioned it because no one really asked me 😅 but i’d love to explain!

originally my idea was to make an au related to space and stars, and flare was going to be some kind of guardian for the stars (cliche and nasty I don’t like it), and basically a copy of dream tale. This was somewhere in middle school, so the idea was delayed until I picked it up again late December of last year!

I was watching and reading Underverse/Xtale, and it stunned me that the involvement between AUs can create something so explicitly ✨cool✨, so I got to work on the AU I paused for about 8 years. Of course, it still was space themed, and it was originally going to be called “galactitale”. However, I realized that the name didn’t make sense with the storyline that I had in mind so far (a fire-sans with a demon dog friend), so I threw it all away and started fresh with focusing entirely on Sans.

I kept the idea that he was going to be a fire-skeleton, as well as the demon dog idea, (the idea was borrowed by the kind of thing X!Chara has with Cross) and developed a thorough small plot: an asteroid is yanked down by the inexplicable magic of a human’s soul and into the surface where monsters and humans frolicked, and the magic from that human uses the astrological matter from the asteroid to evolve into some sort of “spirit” and fuses with Sans’ soul (who at the time was knocked out from the crash).

From there I continued to fantasize about what else would happen, what would the other monsters be doing, etc. Soon, I got the most brilliant idea after reading about Dusttale: Sans murdered everyone. However, he did it by accident (the demon-ish idea, but he’s not a demon, moreso just another sort of creature that is completely made out of fire but has the behavior of a werewolf) and unconscious (except for when he killed Papyrus, he definitely was awake for that). I sadly didn’t write any of this down, but just continued to imagine what else would happen.

And it ended with this: as a result of killing almost all of the monsters (only one survivor, who escaped to the underground), the humans put several bounties and warrants for Sans’ death, triggering a sudden panic attack in Sans, and he soon found himself in the anti-void, where he slowly became friends with Error!Sans (again, just like Underverse😭😭)

there’s a huge gap as of right now for the middle because I’m leaving that to be filled by the asks I get here in order to get to the present part of the AU, which is Nightmare!Sans kidnapping Flare!Sans and joining his team, which positively changes his social anxiety, but continues to unleash that huge fire-monster to murder people or monsters in order to create negative feelings for Nightmare!Sans to feed on and get stronger.

I’m writing the part where he meets Mint!Sans and yknow, become a thing, but that’s all I have right now, hope this makes it more clear to you! :] 🫶❤️

[msweebyness]

Artzy's Awesome Art- Darcy & JJ

Hey ya’ll, it’s the second installment of our Nightmare Before Christmas 30th anniversary special! A MASSIVE thank you to Artzy for doing this amazing art of my Descendants OCs, Darcy, the daughter of Oogie Boogie and Jack ‘JJ’ Skellington Jr, the son of Jack and Sally. They’re *gasp* a couple! Keep an eye out for the last surprise, and below I’ve enclosed some background about these two!

Darcy Boogie:

Adorable but also terrifying

Shortest of the VK’s (She's 4'9" and a proud tiny queen!)

Swears like a drunk sailor

Feral, Abrasive, Sarcastic, Brutally Honest Gremlin

One of the best fighters on the Isle, can and will kick anyone’s ass

Would not wear a dress if her life depended on it

Loves to scare and is damn good at it

Rare Find: Good Isle Parent Relationship

Loves her Papa, so don’t talk shit

Learned how to count cards when she was five

Has a six-year old brother, Nash, will protect him with her life

Lock, Shock and Barrel are (annoying) older siblings

Uma’s sister in all but blood, enforcer of the pirate crew

Fights with Harry all the time, but it’s out of love

Will also protect Gil with her life

Not good with affection, except if it’s her family, JJ, Uma, Gil and sometimes Harry.

Will deck you if you diss her man

Acts like a tsundere, but likes it when JJ is romantic

TFW you have to remind your dad at least once a week that he can’t kill your BF

Protective Queen

Will END you for killing bugs on purpose

JJ Skellington:

Might be a little overdramatic (read the sarcasm)

Gets V excited about things he likes

Has trouble holding still

Loves his snazzy suits, his dad’s style is on point

Don’t make fun of his fedora (Darcy is the only one who can steal it without sustaining serious injuries)

Has weird tastes in food

✨Flexible✨ Boi

Knows everyone in Halloween Town by name. They will fight you to the death to protect him.

Just as good at scaring as Darcy, she hates it

Jack’s Mini Me, helps him around Halloween Town

Tells his mom everything

Has three little sisters, Jennifer, Sylvia and Holly

Bullied in Auradon for not looking “Heroic”

Cannot hold a grudge to save his life

Only had four friends (Ben, Doug, Jane and Lonnie. He and Lonnie have been like siblings forever.)

Sweetheart™️

Gentleman™️

But also a snarky king

Deals with a lot of anxiety, has attacks on occasion

Knew he was going to marry Darcy within five minutes of meeting her

WILL write and perform an entire song for his wonderful girlfriend

Very scared of his future-father-in-law

I love my babies and I hope you do too! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[serenity-lattes]

It’s All Coming Back to Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Summary: The sauna scene from 3x04 and the scene with El in 3x08 got mixed together with a little ✨spice✨. Billy is flayed and Steve’s on a mission with Robin, Dustin, and Erica to bring him back. And maybe this time it isn’t as difficult as they thought it would be.

Warnings: Mind Flayer’s icky veins, breaking a window and door, attempt to hurt others with a sharp object, choking someone.  

Word Count: 1371

A/N: I was gonna wait for Halloween to post this, but I’m too excited to wait. It’s just a little snapshot fic for my C2 square “Let me out! I’ll fucking gut you!” on my @harringroveson-bingo​ card. As always, thanks to @writer-in-theory for being my beta.

Also, check out this fan art by @valsyngur because it fits perfectly. Jay sent it to me while I was writing it and asdfghjkl I fell in love with it.

Three days. Billy had been fighting for control of his body for three entire days and Steve felt like an idiot because he didn’t realize it until after El told him what she saw in the void. He should have known better, known to call.

Billy didn’t show up to their date. For any other couple, this would normally be a reason to worry, but Steve didn’t. Billy’s home life wasn’t easy, which forced them to tip toe around Neil, making sure to not get caught. Because of that, there were many canceled dates, especially if Neil was home and in a bad mood, ready to take it out on Billy.

Which is why it was killing Steve to lock Billy up in the sauna. Listening to Billy sob was the worst thing he could imagine right now, next to the thought of losing him to this thing. Thankfully Robin was next to him, trying to remind him that by doing this, they’ll coax Billy back into control and force The Mind Flayer out. 

“It's not my fault, okay? Steve, please. Please, believe me, Stevie, it's not my fault. I tried to stop him, okay? I did,” Billy cried, rubbing his hands together like he always does when he’s nervous.

Steve sniffled, watching Billy rock back and forth, trying to calm himself down. God, he wanted to open the door and pull him into his arms, but he knew he couldn’t. Not right at this moment, anyway.

“Billy,” he whimpered, “It’s gonna be okay, baby.”

“Steve, be careful, step back,” Robin called out, anxiety growing with Steve’s proximity to the window. Steve turned back, about to argue just before there was a loud crack and pieces of glass clattering to the ground. 

Everyone yelped in surprise and jumped back, getting into fighting stances, ready to attack if need be. 

“Let me out! Let me out, I’ll fucking gut you!” Billy shouted, swinging a shard of porcelain tile around the window in an attempt to hurt anyone nearby. Steve held up the pool net, hoping he didn’t have to use it as a weapon against Billy. Even if that thing was taking control, it was still Billy, his Billy. He was still inside there somewhere.

It was a good plan in theory, up until Dustin chucked a chlorine floater right at Billy’s face.

Well, shit. 

“Steve, we gotta go!” Robin shouted, tugging at the sleeve of his uniform, scared and ready to get to safety. Steve didn’t budge, watching the window for Billy, his Billy, to stand up and ask what had happened. Except… that’s not what happened. The lights were flickering and he could hear Billy thrashing around and screaming gutterly, making his heart wrench. He was struggling, in agony, fighting for control of his body. Billy was suffering and Steve wasn’t brave enough to make his way over to the window to see what exactly was going on, given what just happened last time he approached. Dustin and Erica joined in, begging him to leave but he couldn’t. Not when Billy was in there and needed their help. 

Then Billy stood up, veins blackened and raised, and began ramming his body against the door in an attempt to open it. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Robin gasped and tried pushing Steve away, but he shook his head.

“Go.”

“Are you shitting me?” Dustin screamed, “You’re coming with us, Harrington.”

Steve turned to look at Dustin, eyes glistening with tears, “Go help the others, I’m going to save him.” He wasn’t sure he would walk away from this, but he would be damned if he didn’t try. 

Robin knew there was no talking Steve out of this, but she wasn’t so sure he was going to succeed in his plan, either. After meeting his eyes, they shared a minute nod, a silent goodbye. She grabbed hold of Dustin and pulled him away, and just in time, too, as the sauna door flew off its frame, the chain links clattering everywhere.

“Shit, come on, Henderson” Erica finally yelled, pulling him away by his vest, refusing to let Billy hurt him too.

Billy rushed toward Steve, forcing him to swing that pool net in an attempt to get him away, but Billy and this thing were far too strong. Next thing Steve knew, he was pushed against the brick wall, Billy’s hands around his neck, squeezing. Steve grasped at Billy’s hands, struggling for air as Billy began to lift him off the floor.

“Oh, god,” Robin gasped, her and Erica pulling Dustin around to the other side of the fence. They should run far, far away from here, but they couldn’t leave Steve, not yet anyway. Steve had to pull this off. He just had to.

“Billy- this- isn’t- you-“ Steve struggled as Billy tightened his grip around his neck. The man before him right now wasn’t the man he fell for in gym class. He clawed at Billy’s hand, desperate to be out of the chokehold. Billy’s eyes looked into his, hardened and hollow. Steve couldn’t see Billy in those eyes he had fallen in love with. He had to bring him back. 

“You-You’re Billy Hargrove, you’re eighteen, and were born in C-California. You graduated from Hawkins High School and got your first job here as a lifeguard. You listen to Metallica after every fight with your dad and lift weights as an outlet. You only smoke Marlboro reds because you say the golds are for moms and the menthols are for old people,” he squirmed under Billy’s grip, terrified that if he couldn’t bring Billy back, not only would everyone here at the pool die, but all of Hawkins with them. 

Steve’s eyes burned with tears as he reached up to touch Billy’s cheek, as he had done thousands of times. Billy’s gaze softened, and he slowly lowered Steve back to the ground, hands still around his neck.

“You love to surf and you miss the ocean because,” he swallowed, trying to catch his breath, “be-because it reminds you of your mom. You miss her every day and that’s why you never take off her necklace, so a part of her is always close. We were in your Camaro with the seats down while we ate McDonald’s and you told me all about her,” his thumb brushed over Billy’s cheekbone, careful to avoid the healing wound, “You dropped me off at my house later that night, an-and you kissed me for the first time. When we played basketball the next day, I fell and scraped my knee even after you told me to plant my feet, but you patched it up anyway, then you asked me to be yours.”

Steve smiled at the memory, relaxing as he saw Billy’s eyes well with tears also. He was coming back to him slowly, remembering. 

“You are Billy Hargrove, a flawed human being. You are Billy Hargrove, an amazing person who is always trying to be better despite what life has thrown your way,” Billy’s knees buckled and they both fell, Steve catching Billy the best he could given their current position. Billy held himself up by his palms, vaguely aware he shouldn’t crush Steve. Steve cradled Billy’s face in his hands, tears sliding down his face, into his hair, “You are Billy Hargrove and you are the love of my life.”

He leaned forward and kissed Billy with all the love he could muster, not stopping until he felt Billy release his neck and slide his arms around his waist. Steve pulled back to look into Billy’s eyes, the baby blues that he had fallen in love with. 

“Billy?”

Billy nodded his head tentatively, still attempting to ground himself. 

Steve let out a sob and threw his arms around Billy in a bone crushing hug, thankful he hadn’t lost him forever. He didn’t even care that Robin and the kids were around to see this. Billy was back and they were both alive. 

“I’m sorry,” Billy whispered, face buried in Steve’s neck, “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to- he made me. You know me, I-I would never.”

Steve pressed a kiss to Billy’s shoulder, “I know, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

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[lovediives]

✨🕊🌕 for kaira? - @yuzuru-p

✨ - share some headcanons about your f/o! this can be visual headcanons, sexuality or gender, disabilities and neurodivergencies, etc! kaira, my beautiful husband.. let's see where i can start. starting from his height, he's around 5'6, maybe 5'5 if i'm going to be honest. skin is pretty clear, you can tell a bit he's wearing makeup to make his eyes seem a bit sharper. it could also be connected to his tribe too. (thinking..about that last part bc in general makeup seems to be very important to yokai..) i am normal about kaira and sharp teeth but i think in general that he would have fangs like a snake because he's the snake king.. making him more connected to his yokai side. i think he's lean with slight muscle. in general, i think he has moments about being insecure about his looks and body especially since he's a half human half yokai. but i think it would be silly because i think to many people he's considered very attractive and his most defining features are his eyes. which, honestly, he totally got from his dad. (my headcanon is that his dad is the human side and his mother is the yokai side) there's no specific reason other than he just like me fr. oh my god im still on visual. for sexuality, he's bi demiace. no other reason than me thinks it fits.. he's not cis. hes agender honestly, uses masc terms, but that's about it… he/they kaira real.. OKAY no disability headcanons so far.. this can change in the future. BUT OHH BOY FELLAS HAVE I INTRODUCED YOU TO BPD KAIRA? there's no way he doesn't have bpd. like the way he acts, the way he's so reluctant to trust people. but he wants to be loved so badly. he needs to be loved and respected. he'd do anything to be accepted. like dont make me sick bpd boy. i love you sooo much. i think other than bpd, i think he has some anxiety which makes him just lash out and get angry instead of ever just freezing or freaking out. he's a very angry person but eventually he calms down.. sorta!

🕊 - would your f/o kill a man for you? how would they do it? would they get caught?

yes. he would, especially to protect the few things he feels like.. "belongs" to him. he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked. simple slice, one two.. the only issue is. there's no way he wouldn't get caught. he obviously did it in the moment and he isn't thinking straight during it. and then he starts to panic because he forgot in the moment that he was king of the yokai and not that outcast he was before. i think in general though, he wouldn't kill a human… and death in yokai doesn't matter all that much. so i think he would freak out and then like two seconds later the yokai in question comes back, begging for forgiveness, and kaira nearly passes out from how stressed out he was. i think i would have to comfort him for the next four days because i feel so bad about freaking him out like that (i didnt even do shit. i just said this yokai was mean to me :( ) and in turn, kaira would kinda just ride the high of all the attention he gets from it. and mutters something stupid like.. "i'd do it again if needed to.."

🌕 - what kind of fashion subculture would your f/o be partial to and why? do they prefer form over function or function over form? I ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE.. i think he wears his traditional outfit because of how its connected to the izana tribe. but when he's out and about just trying to fit in with the other humans. he's totally wearing alt punk. HEAR ME OUT ON THIS. but i really think he would like fashion despite the fact that the fashion is basically against who he is. but like he's lowkey kinda selfish in general in minor aspects. so he would do it in enjoyment and then try to avoid asking about his political stances. he loves the dark colors, he loves the accesories. he can go all out on the entire outfit and no one would be like "isnt that too much?" because its alt punk. he loves it sooo much. but don't ask him about it or else he gets embarassed and tries to just walk it off. other than that he wears dads clothes. which i was joking. that fucked up bucket hat.. hopefully i understood this right, but i think he would be the type to be function > form ngl. outfits like these btw.. vvvv plus its very cute to think about the contrast because my s/i prefers to wear cuter/light colored outfits LOL

[3verett]

me shipping everett with everyone in the pack.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket C Round 1

Poll 27

Vex (@mirthal) vs. Coda Booker (@techtordoestuff)

181. Vex (@mirthal)

They/he/it

They are my first oc and one I am really proud of. Vex is one of the last of humanity after a mysterious disaster turned everyone into large dark humanoid creatures with bright white eyes and large smile. Vex was nearly turned into one but the suit he wears prevents their transformation from completing. I use them as an outlet to explore my feelings of isolation and how much of society feels threatening to me. Their suit is based off of the Prowler and the Tinkerer from Spiderman. (This started out as a spider-sona.)

It's suit is black with V-shaped indentations going all the way down. These indentations are neon purple, which is meant to be the energy preventing him from transforming leaking out into light. This suit also includes gauntlets that allow him to claw through metal and boots that can release some energy in a burst to allow him to jump further, jump in the air, or kick harder. On top of this suit, it also wears a black hoodie even though the hoodie doesn't actually warm them up. It just looks nice. (can you feel the spider-sona roots yet) Sorry for the bad art

182. Coda Booker (@techtordoestuff)

they/them

“did you ask for their whole life’s story??” “no” “would you like it”

i’m so sad that i haven’t actually written anything with them yet, but imma link the slides for anyone who wants to check it out (please link it fr) https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/109IvySmfUfL45Vr9nPRF9rWSTGP8-Uybs0yB-R2AYEc/edit

so they’re from a lego ninjago fanfiction. they were born like couple hundred years before even wu and garmadon. they were abandoned as a wee babe as the only condition for their parents to not get divorced, because their mom cheated on her husband. they grew up on the streets morro style, and they knew mystaké, she would give them food sometimes.

they were kidnapped by their bio dad and killed, but someone in cloud kingdom did a silly goofy and revived them with no memories. they were found by jay and nya when they were getting nya’s stuff from the blacksmith shop and were taken back to the monastery to see if wu had any tea to jog their memories. nothing worked, and they ended up staying at the monastery. they have this whole internal conflict about not being able to remember, and there’s a lot of anxiety about it, so they start to sort of chronical the ninjas’ adventures. they give themself the last name “booker” from this.

they became really close with nya because the two of them were alone at the monastery together a lot. they found out that nya was samurai x almost immediately, and joined her as the sundalo (they used the training course to help regain help and whatnot, so they’re decently athletic). they had a bet going on who the green ninja would be, and they won because lloyd’s the literal grandson of god and they’re not an idiot.

they love to cook, and have a lowkey rivalry with zane. they’re always trying to one up each other. when nya becomes a ninja, they annoy wu into letting them be the yellow ninja: “the element of ✨surprise✨”.

they get their memories back in s6 cause of their wishes, plus they wish to never be able to forget and for nothing to undo their past wishes, so they remember everything. they make sure morro gets revived in DotD (he goes off on his own for a bit and comes back during s9).

they don’t get a chance to talk to mystaké in s8 when they see her for the first time since being revived, and she’s dead by the time they get back from the realm of oni and dragons (we love those mommy issues 😔). after zane gets zapped to the neverealm in s11, they go stay with skylor and meet their bestie beep (it’s important to the story, but sadly is a different character. no ranting about beep). they find out that the ninja are trapped in the neverealm when the preeminent attacks again, and they get pissed. one of their responses to grief is that they get really violent.

they end up accidentally hurting beep and nya confronts them on a rooftop (it’s always on a rooftop). they go to therapy. shocking, i know. they also force lloyd to go to therapy and eventually get him an emotional support dog after learning about the whole thing with akita. they’re very silly goofy and much blorbo :D

damn, i wrote a lot. Sorry

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 8: Subjugation

Summary: One of the last truths come to light.

A/N: Think I made Y/N a little harsh on Luther but Luther made me mad during that episode and rewatching it made me mad at him again lol.

Warnings? Click here!

Then

You’ve had a few nights of heartbreak during your time in this house. But nothing hit harder than when Ben broke the news to you.

Luther and Allison’s well known secret was that they were infatuated with each other. You all saw it. They did a terrible job at hiding it.

Luther tried to mask it by pretending to be caring “older” brother but you and Vanya never got the same treatment.

Allison tried to claim it was because she viewed him as a leader or some bs like that but she never treated Diego like that. In fact, whenever Luther was upset with Diego or vice versa, Allison was always Team Luther.

In fact, you all poked fun at them behind their backs. Even though you and Ben had no room to talk. To be honest, you think that’s what ate away at him.

Granted, none of your siblings ever mocked you two. At least not your face. Maybe that’s the thought that plagued Ben. Sure, he had a much better relationship with Diego and Klaus than Luther and Allison did but still.

He didn’t even know if you thought about that. He never thought to ask you. Too afraid of what the answer would be. He never went out of his way to dim your light, for lack of a better phrase.

Reality is: you never thought about it. Well, that’s not true. You did and you approached Allison about it. She was embarrassed but she gave you the words of encouragement and you viewed her as a big sister so you took her words to heart.

It never occurred to you how Ben could’ve been feeling. Only after the night where he asked you to meet him in your special place to tell you that you shouldn’t keep chasing after a romantic relationship.

You couldn’t even be mad at him. Pragmatism was a part of his charm. He didn’t want to be mocked. He didn’t want you to be mocked. He was ashamed of that being his reasoning but you never held it against him…….too much.

You were still hurt. You still cried quietly in your room. You still thought it was unfair that Luther and Allison didn’t have enough apparent shame to stop when you had to.

But you tried seeing the bright side.

After all, you could still talk to him. Hang out with him. Play with him. Joke around with him. Pine for him. Sneak out with him. All of the fun stuff that you normally did with him and the others…..minus the pining.

——✨——

Now

When you all had returned home, you were disappointed to not find Vanya there. While your brothers argued, you ran to the phone to try and get a hold of her.

The long ringing only added to the anxiety that had a hold on you. You sat there with the phone against your ear, praying that you heard Vanya.

And you did. Just not in the way you wanted.

“You’ve reached Vanya Hargreeves, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

BEEEP

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call.”

Your peripheral caught Five entering the room and heading towards the bar.

“Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

You calmly hung up the phone just in time to pay attention to Five pouring himself a drink.

“Take a breather, Y/N. I’m sure she’ll turn up. Need a drink?”

“I literally cannot drink right now. I mean, how can you? We don’t know who killed Leonard and they could have Vanya or worse.”

“And do you have any leads on who would have gained something from killing Leonard?”

“…outside of us? No.”

“Do you know anywhere else Leonard could’ve taken Vanya?”

“No.”

“Are you mentally prepared with digging holes and potentially finding Vanya’s body in a shallow grave?”

“Jesus Christ, Five, what the fuck?”

Five casually walked over to you with a second glass in his hand. He passed it to you. “My point is: no leads, no actions. Drink.”

You cautiously took the drink, a bit caught off guard by Five’s current casual demeanor. “O…k.”

Five went back over to his stool, soaking in his disappointment next to his….girlfriend, Dolores. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up.

“You think we averted the apocalypse, Y/N?”

You were surprised. You haven’t really been with him for most of his escapades concerning the apocalypse until the very end.

“I’m surprised you’re asking for my opinion.”

“Why not? You catch on pretty quickly to most stuff. So?”

“Well….not sure. If you say Harold Jenkins is the cause of the apocalypse and then he goes and dies…maybe that’s the end of that. On the other hand, what if his death was…meant to happen?”

“Meant to happen?”

“Yeah like…maybe the reason they needed Harold protected was because they needed him to die on a certain day. I mean…no other commission guys came to kill us…or you to be specific.”

“So what? Now it’s the calm before the storm?”

“No. It could be the calm before the storm. But it could also not be.”

There was a moment of silence before Five let out a defeated sigh. “Now we wait…” he muttered.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Five got up and went to answer the door. You couldn’t hear much of the conversation outside of hearing the word sister which prompted you to get up and see who was there only to be met with the sight of Five letting in a big man with a suit on.

The suit was familiar but the face was not.

“Who the hell is this, Five?”

Five motioned a finger between you and the man. “Y/N, Hazel. Hazel, Y/N.” And he walked on.

The man—Hazel—offered a polite but nervous smile, leaving you more confused.

“Hi??” You cautiously waved back.

“Last time we met my…ex-partner and I.”

“Shot up the place? Ohhhhhhh…..K.”

You walked into the living room and walked over to Five. Hazel casually followed suit.

“Five, why is he here?”

“I dunno…” Five swiveled around on the seat. “Why are you here, Hazel? Here to kill me?” He gestured in your direction. “And, by extension, my sister?”

“Me?”

“No witnesses.” Five responded casually.

“None of that.” Hazel replied. “I can understand why you might feel that way. There’s not much I can do about the past. I do wanna just mention that it is an honor to be talking to you. That job you did in Calhoun, that shit’s legendary—”

“Why are you here, Hazel?” Five repeated with a firmer tone.

“Well—” Hazel started to talk before you felt yourself being pulled back by Diego and witnessed him launch a kick into Hazel’s side, knocking him over.

“Diego, stop!” Five shouted, only to be ignored when Diego flipped over Hazel and kicked him in the face as the assassin tried to stand.

The two begin to fight each other.

“Diego, that’s enough!” You tried, only to be ignored as well.

Five casually fiddled with his straw. “You know, before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say.”

Once the two were upright, Diego pulled out a knife. “I’m gonna kill you for what you did to Patch.”

“Or don’t. See how that goes.”

You let out a heavy sigh and stood next to Five watching the brutal scrap. Filled with stabs to the thigh, punches square to the face and Diego’s desperate attempts to knock over his bigger opponent.

It would be exciting if this all didn’t feel…exhausting to watch. Especially when you still had Vanya to look for.

Hazel wrapped Diego into a bear hug only for Diego to counter with a harsh bite to his ear, Hazel letting out a painful yell in response.

Five, deciding he had enough, blinked out of sight before appearing behind Diego and smashing a glass over his head, knocking him unconscious.

“I draw the line at biting.” Five stated as Hazel collected himself. “Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick…before he comes around.”

“I left my partner, quit the Commission, and came to volunteer.”

“For what?”

“To help stop the apocalypse. I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop.”

“Oh that…” You started. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anymore.”

“What?” Hazel asked in disbelief.

“What she said. You’re a day late and a dollar short.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning the fact that you’re here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“The mark…is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown in the equation.”

Hazel let out a chuckle. “Shit. Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

“And if you’re out, then Hellrider ain’t riding.”

“Oh…” Hazel let out a relieved but exhausted breath. All of the hype and resolve he built up just…gone but he was happy about that. “Alright!”

He walked over to the bar and took a drink of what was left in the blender. A deep sigh escaped from his body as you went back over to the phone, minding Diego as you did, and waited for a hopeful call from Vanya as Five and Hazel talked.

The only aspect of the conversation that caught your attention was when Five looked back at Diego and then at you.

“I guess I would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everyone else around here.”

“I heard that.” You called out. “And I am NOT emotionally stunted, I’ve just got a few issues.”

“Stemming from what Y/N?” Five joked.

“……..shut up.”

“Well, there you go. Now you can grow up.” Hazel suggested before standing up. “Good luck.” Hazel was about to walk out of the room before Five called out to him.

“One more thing before you go.”

“Shoot.”

“Which one of you was the trigger man for Detective Patch?”

“Trigger woman.”

Five sighed. “That’s too bad. That gun would’ve cleared my brother’s name.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day, amigo.” Hazel then pulled two guns out of his back pockets and placed them on the bar. “Take’em both. I’m done with this life.”

The former Commission assassin then walked off out of the house.

“I’m gonna go to my room for a nap.” You spoke, before walking off.

——✨——

You probably would’ve been heartbroken to see the state Vanya was currently in. A shaken and traumatized state as she stared blankly at her violin. The previous events played vividly in her mind.

The way she killed Leonard. It only struck her how excessive it was afterwards. Maybe he deserved, yeah, but Vanya had never done something so…violent……

‘Allison…’ she thought.

All the while her messages played and it felt like mockery from the normal life she has undoubtedly left behind. The life where she was the only one of her siblings to not have powers.

The life where she felt more comfortable slumped in the shadows while everyone else shined. The life that was no more and she never thought she’d yearn for it so much.

She had thought she made peace with it before because she had seen the mental toll it had taken on the rest of you. How you all yearned for your father’s approval in your own ways and it grew into these monsters that held on tightly to all of you like leeches.

As if to make matters worse, the next voicemail was from Allison.

“Hey, Vanya, it’s me. I just wanted to…things have gotten so messed up. All I ever wanted was to be a good sister to you. Guess I pretty much failed at that. But you need to call me, okay? I love you sis.”

The sound of Allison’s next being sliced open by Vanya’s own hands playing on a punishing loop as she remembered the stunned look on her sister’s face, realizing what had happened to her.

The image had done a good job of seeing itself into her mind as Vanya chanted ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again, in a naive attempt to wish she could just turn back time.

“Next message.”

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call. Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

Vanya looked back at the answering machine. While she didn’t want to admit to herself, a part of her shut down the voice that spoke down to her and replaced it with something else…there was hope.

Hope that she had not been completely excommunicated from her family. Hope that Allison can forgive her. Hope that this could all be casted aside as a bad dream.

Hope that she can come home into warm and welcoming arms.

In a terrible twist of fate, she’ll be both right and wrong.

——✨——

You were awoken from your nap with a rumble. Some trinkets and other decor rattled while others fell to their destruction. Dust being pulled from their corners and fluttering down like snow before everything stopped.

‘What the hell was that?’

You weren’t the only one who realized the mild earthquake was happening as Klaus exited his own room at the same time.

“Glowbug, you felt that too, right?”

“Yeah?”

Klaus let out an exhausted huff. “Something tells me we can’t ignore this.”

——✨——

Neither of you were prepared for the sight of Vanya locked away in a soundproof room under the house. She was in distress and this nagging feeling of Deja Vu coming from you was not helping the situation.

“You locked up our sister because you think she has powers?” Diego was in a state of disbelief.

He’s seen Luther make some stupid decisions but this took the cake.

Klaus had never thought ANY of his siblings would do something…like this.

And you?

Well, you were pissed.

“Luther, this isn’t funny. Let her out of there.”

He gave you a woeful look. “I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Yes you can! She’s terrified!”

“Pogo told me.”

“And you don’t think he was lying?”

“Why would he lie about something like this?”

“He lied about knowing what happened to dad, clearly nothing’s off the table when it comes to him honoring dad’s fucked up wishes, Luther!”

Diego had surveyed the entire room. “Why would they hide something like this from us?”

“He hid so much from us.” Klaus let out.

“He hid it because he was afraid…of her.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Dad’s lied about everything else. Why is this so far-fetched?”

“If you’re right, then maybe she’s the one who killed Peabody.”

“And cut Allison’s throat.”

You rolled your eyes as Klaus chimed in. “Whoa, no. Let’s…I just—Sorry, just…let’s go back, all right? This is Vanya we’re talking about. Our sister! The one who always cried when we stepped on ants as kids.”

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s difficult to accept—”

“It’s not difficult to accept, it’s impossible to accept.” Klaus shouted.

“No, he’s right.” Diego backed Klaus up, turning back to Luther. “Look, we can’t keep her locked up without proof.”

Luther was shocked. “Wh-what more proof do you need?”

“Why don’t we just open the door and ask her?” Klaus suggested.

“Thank you!” You walked over to the door but were quickly stopped by Luther when he gently grabbed your arm.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

“No, even if you’re right, she needs our help, and we can’t do that if she’s locked in a cage.”

“Thank you!”

“Yeah, and for all we know, she might be struggling with this new power. I mean, it must be scary—terrifying—really to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do.”

“Look, if what Pogo told me is even half true, then she is not just a danger to us…”

“If we help her, she’s not gonna be a danger to anyone!” You tried to get through to Luther.

Your eyes looked past Luther and everyone else followed your gaze, seeing Allison walking down the dim hall.

“Allison, what are you doing down here? You should be in bed.”

Allison scribbled on the notepad, “let her go”.

Luther shook his head. “I can’t do that. She hurt you.”

You sent a glare Luther’s way. ‘Is that really what all of this is about?’

Allison flipped to a new page, scribbling again, “my fault”

“I’m sorry but she’s staying put.”

Allison tried walking past him only to be stopped.

“Just until we know what we’re dealing with.”

She tried pushing past him again but she was stopped once more.

When everyone else saw that Luther was adamant about this and not keen on moving for anyone, not even Allison. They gave up. Klaus took hold of you and guided you along.

“Klaus—”

“Come on, we can sneak down here later when he’s not looking.” He whispered.

You glanced back watching Allison grow frustrated with Luther before turning away and walking with Klaus back up.

——✨——

There was heavy tension in the house. Allison wasn’t speaking to Luther, which meant that Luther was prowling around , keeping watch in the halls. He knew that you would try to sneak in whenever he wasn’t looking.

As evident when he caught you red-handed with a tray of food. He stood from your mother’s seat, shaking his head.

“No.”

“What? Is Vanya eating a danger to us all too?”

“I’m trying to protect us.”

“No, you’re trying to protect Allison.”

“I’m trying to protect all of us.”

“No, you’re not and I would appreciate it if you didn’t insult me by implying anything different. You didn’t even bother asking either of them what happened and you couldn’t even respect Allison in her decision.”

“Y/N—”

“Let me ask you something: if anyone else got their throat slit would you have cared this much?”

“Why do you always have to turn everything into an argument? Why do you always make everyone else the bad guy?”

You placed the tray down and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You see, that’s your problem. I don’t need to make you the bad guy. You’re doing a damn good job of it on your own. Dad lied to us about this, you think Vanya knew? Did you even ask her what happened? You know she probably didn’t even mean it. You’re making it worse by keeping her in there.”

“Y/N, what if it had been you? Think about Ben.”

You crossed your arms. “Don’t bring Ben into this.”

“You think if you were in Allison’s shoes, he would’ve been ok with Vanya…being just—”

“Vanya is not a monster. What gives you the right to act like she is?”

You had said those words without really thinking of the possible connotations. One that Luther picked up on as he stood tall.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.

Maybe in a better state of mind. You would’ve clarified but at the moment, you felt he didn’t deserve that. “You tell me.”

BOOM

The house shook with a fury as a muffled boom caught both of you off guard. You turned to Luther who had a look of terrified realization.

“Oh god…”

At first you thought maybe intruders until the thought hit you. “Vanya.”

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Vincenzo : Episode 10

lmao I saw one gif set of someone who probably loved the junior CEO brother actor and thought he had a redemption arc coming. Booooo!!!! he’s as evil as his brother 😭🙏

ooops did Vince kill someone where a child was present?

you don’t always have to be tough, you can cry you know!

plus considering they probably know or find out about his identity soon there’s going to be a whole new angle added

that cider bottle was so random 😭

I love how when our man is having his epic slow mo walk with the music on, there is a sign on a building that simply says Beer Work

Wunsung lawyer just get a passport with your family and dip lmao they will actually kill you 😭 like just go. you haven’t even done much, it’ll be sad to die for no reason at all

damn is Vincenzo going to be arrested soon 🤨

stay alive and be mindful Mr. Cho I’m so serious

Oh lord…. why is he going after the temple

not them looking this good just chilling

the adorable falling asleep across the table (it might be a common trope but I’m seeing this after so long! last I saw this was in Mr. Queen) I adore it !!!

my man’s just staring at her like 👁️👄👁️

their bodies are going to be SO sore

building people and local gangster stay alive

Hello Vincenzo 😭 he’s probably the only goon in TV history to learn quick. got one beating was like I’m never fucking with this man again

we’re just 10 episodes in and so many of you can die !!! I love y’all’s spirit though but STAY ALIVE LOVES

noooo they made him a pigeon 💀🤣

their masks are actually so funny. lady liberty is still lady liberty 🗽

honestly the only person who I’d believe would get offended by these puppets is the little brother 💀 don’t know what else will work but slay!

them sitting so close to glass when bad guys with guns exist gives me ✨anxiety✨

how can y’all have such a slow reaction to a bomb, little brother fire your security 💀

not the villain group chat

Mr Nam isn’t the only slow one here! I also just figured out what the C stood for. In my defence it’s 6 am

I feel like at some point they are going to use the he adores these building people and our girl and Mr Nam as points to torture him.

Girl one of you gotta figure out how your technically dumb intern became a partner !!! like let’s start thinking 🧠

my local gang man deadass called a group of killers idols LMAOOO

no why is this man always getting punched 😭

SLAY OLD TAILOR MAN SLAYYY!!!! the audacity of this gang

EVERYBODY you’re in the wrong car with the wrong man

oh he actually drove them to the right place

Vincenzo picking up his hand to hug and all I can remember is the last hug ended with the group dying. she won’t though god bless 🙏

let’s get to this REAL EVIL CEO MAN though !!! is he mad about the hug or Vincenzo being alive 💀

was the name just written on that person’s phone or did he recognise the number? I will never know

thank god kdramas don’t have mid season breaks, imagine stopping your season here 💀

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So my sister and I, along with our childhood best friend went to go watch titanic in 3D since it’s in theaters for Valentine’s Day! And we are literally obsessed with that movie, like every opportunity we get to watch it esp on the big screen! We take it lol! We never get tired of it! But…

Unfortunately, my anxiety decided to act up before we even stepped into the theater and I could’ve sworn that I was literally going to faint in public, it was so horrible, I was shaking, I felt my heart racing, my palms sweating, heavy breathing and I felt dizzy, pretty much all the standard symptoms of an anxiety wave/attack. I tried to hide it and be strong because I already knew what it was and I knew I was gonna survive but it was still noticeable, and this is that I had taken my medication and my calmer before even leaving my house. So it was extremely weird and random to me that this happened, but thankfully my sister and friend are my best support group, rubbing circles on my back, coaching me to take deep breaths and holding my hand tightly while saying a quiet and heartfelt prayer over me meanwhile so many people were passing by but no stares. It has honestly been such a long time since I felt anxious in public, back when I had a panic disorder I understood why, but it truly shocked me that this happened when I had already overcame my anxiety and agoraphobia.

Throughout the rest of the time from start to finish of the movie I was okay, we had the best time! It even felt like they turned up the A/C in the theater when we got to the 2nd part of the movie lol! That was fun! but then seeing the overwhelming amount of people outside the theater kind of made me nervous again and just made me want to go home and skip dinner with the ladies, although food was brought back to me. (They’re literally the sweetest) Anyway, the reason I’m sharing this is not because I want any sympathy, I just want you to know that if you suffer or have suffered from anxiety disorder like me, but you’ve come a long way and you still have bad moments like this or bad days, know that it’s completely fine! It’s perfectly normal, it’s totally okay! Don’t let it freak you out, don’t let it make you cry, don’t be embarassed, don’t let it make you feel like you never got out of those woods in the first place, etc. But most importantly, although like I said, it shocked me a lot, I didn’t allow it to ruin my day, even though later it wanted to come back but I was still smiling and laughing with my friends. So don’t ever allow that either, move on as soon as its over and pretend like it never even happened. I know it’s easier said than done, but we have to just continue to overcome anxiety, not let it overcome us!

Because remember, anxiety and panic can never harm you or kill you, I know going through the moment of it can be awfully scary but always keep in mind that they never last forever, it’s just a moment. It doesn’t mean you’re weak, it doesn’t mean anything negative about you at all! You’re stronger than you think, you can do this! Always! ✨🖤

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3.16.24 Saturday

10:45 am

I still have windblow...

I cleaned the sofa last night, I used the iron steamer, good thing it is really effective. I got fur of baby John and for sure and hoping I was able to kill mites or any small organism...

We have no rice...I have no budget....Uncle DD is the one handling the fundings for food and bills here... I just share if I have and I have no work again. Hoping to leave this place, I mean to leave Cavite...

I always feel low from the past 17 years and today or since 2007, since this windblow came....

Did Mitch give me this "simple battery:???.

11:16 am

The key card of my phone is gone here and gone in my bags....I bought key card on phone in Lazadah, I still have 10 key card to open the simcard tray...

Again, the red heard cup and syrup of John are lost and my key here in my phone and my other keys...

I feel bitter! I'm not hiding my exes penises... Return my keys!!!

I don't like my 2 Uncle's are all fake it seems trapping me!!!

11:29 am

These 2 Uncle's usiserong tsimosong mga chonggong inggeterong maiitim ang titi's.

The 10 key card for my phone are lost and the old cover... Very jealous of me!!!

What am I gonna do angels??? I DON'T HAVE MONEY AND I DON'T LIKE THEM...

The fundings is on Uncle DD..

Most specially that Uncle DD very interested on my bf's and my sex life...

Mga tsonggo or apes Angels... They are so jealous of me,why!!!even my old phone cover is gone on one of the bags...

At the start I don't like the changes of this house ,this is Uncle Jun became closer to me to damage me but lifting up George's family.

Walang naitulong puros effect perwisyos ang 2 Uncle's ko and their group, they are nothing but trouble...

For 17 years they are holding onto me for I don't know... Mga plastics na faces of my 2 Uncle's...

They are just trouble in the world...

Even Uncle Jun I want him out here... They are in group with George...

Baboy2x din si Uncle DD... The piggies group!

Mga HQ2x mga gago sila angels!!!

11:59 am

They are trapping me... Uncle Jun is here...Can't be trusted their faces... Where is my old phone cover and key card here in one of my bags.. Halik nila sa puki ng anak ni George!!!

12:07 noon

They will never stop stealing my stuff even my old phone cover the "Paris Pink" and my key card for my Samsung... I can't be with these stupid "Moonson Group"!

I'm not a stupid leader and they are not my group! Even that Uncle DD not my group. The fundings is just on him!!!

Mitch hated artist on TV oh! C'mon!!!Now, part of "Moonson"??? Or INC???

12:28 noon

My family will kill me...They planned to kill me on my next husband, coz of some mystery in the world....

Whoever got the ritual... I will be killed by my next husband... That's life... I will still get a husband...

Heart of Moonson, unfair heart!

The true demons are here with me...They can't accept a STAR!

12:38 noon

All my stuff are cheap these days, I'm using it all... I don't like Uncle DD they got my friends and able to brainwashed them...

DD's cult program going to chipay and chipoy!

12:59 noon

I feel bad,it is an anxiety for me if my cheap stuff are gone here....I have no work now... This is not my ideal life. I don't like low character like stealing stuff for fun or whatever agenda...I don't like those "Moonson Group"... I'm boho not hippie... If hippine in a way, I have system to be religious...

Those are my keys to open my card tray... I have extra 10 and 1 key here under my phone and it is gone....The extras 10 keys are gone in one of my bags here... I'm using it all...I have no extra for now.

Uncle DD as you can read will not give help even my Uncle Jun always saying he doesn't have money...

1:15 pm

I'm being killed by my family and outside the people as well... It hurts me so much nobody wants me, that I can't create a group....

I'm having a hard time to get my own group. I want smooth skin and handsome and tall and cute faces....But unfortunately nobody wants me...

3:15 pm

I'm having anxiety, orginally my stuff were expensive or brandeds....But these days my stuff are cheap, very stressful for me if my family can't respect my stuff....I never grew-up like that here with adoptive parent's way,way back...

3:41 pm

Done, watching "American Nightmare".... This is not my ideal life living here in this village, with my 2 uncle's Jun and DD ( our dalagang Pilipinas )...

I'm having headache and feel stressed-out coz I can never be relax that everytime I will leave the house, something in my stuff will be missing....Like what I said I'm using it all....Plus, it is my stuff for 17 years, I'm fucking tired to be patient on thier unethical character....

4:05 pm

I still have windblow...I'm having headache and backache due to stress... I feel self-pity....

I don't have a good family, it is a big damage in my part. I feel self-pity and I feel stress for 17 years they just copied and damage me...

Like what I posted there are as well other people who will take advantage of my situation....Not my ideal life to leave with my Uncle Jun and DD and the rest of the relatives like Betsilogs....They just damaged me since 2007...

I'm having complex on other people coz of my situation. I hate being compared even on Mitch, that Mitch got a good family than me... I don't know where is Mitch now???

4:23 pm

I don't want to be with my 2 uncle's forever....I wanna have a new friends most specially cute men on the upper who can lift me up and love me though my situation is so ugly but still willing to embrace me...

5:23 pm

I feel frustrated... Nobody wants me coz of my cheap situation done by my family...

I feel hurt... I lost my magnetism on men. I'm having a hard to get a cute men to have a group. I feel bitter... Cutie men and upper will hate me coz of my family treatment on me.... I feel bad...

5:34 pm

One of my dreams...

My 2 Uncle's damaged this part and some of my family members...

They copied and took it away from me...

I wanted to be Belle Or Ariel....But they damaged me.

5:50 pm

I feel bitter on that red heart cup and syrup of John, my black sando and the keys for my phone....

Plus, I'm thinking of money.... Is there a Prince a charming for me? Take me away from this fake Uncle's or some fake family members...

5:58 pm

It is really an anxiety for me that I can't leave my stuff with my family around me...

I feel hurt, I can't get a handsome, tall and with stability coz of them here, coz of my family cute men are hating me now...

I can't fix myself... I don't want to be ugly...

I feel that I'm sick coz of worrying here on my stuff... I took advil, supposed to be will do some other things but suddenly I got headache...

7:34 pm

I'm not happy, I'm used to being special....I always got a cute men time that I was spoiled even bigger men with stability since this windblow came and some movements done by some fake family, men hated me,to the point they vomited coz of my family and their treatment on me... I feel bitter!!!

7:46 pm

Thanks Ely for being a friend... Uncle DD should pay for these coz the fundings is on him...

I feel bitter!!!

8:49 pm

9:03 pm

I feel bitter angels... I feel bitter... Nobody wants me! I need a job and money.

I'm losing my x-factor... I feel fat and ugly... I feel bitter!!!

I feel bitter, I can't be cute and sexy anymore.... I'm no longer spoiled! I feel super ugly!!!

10:32 pm

Still,have windblow.... I'm so stress about that stolen/missing keys for my phone...

I feel frustrated....I wanna get a handsome and tall and professional bf....I wanna leave Cavite, I feel ugly here for 17 years...

I wanna have a nose perfection and gluta....I wanna leave Cavite.I wanna cute bf and tall bf...

I lost xfactor... I hate women who are fixed by my old religion ( INC ) I can't stand to stay knowing that they fixed their group and I became ugly coz of them...

But I wanted to have my own group... I feel bitter coz I'm so cheap these days...