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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 136. brb x oc

a/n:boy oh boy next chapter will make me cry (reblogs and comments are supper encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Beatrice sleeps with his head on her chest, holding him, keeping him close, she knows the next day will take a huge toll on him. She can feel it already, he’s just…emotional and for a good reason. She knew he’d be like this the whole day, and she was going to let him be, if he needed time alone, he’d get time alone.

She’d find something to do, maybe she could…stroll around the area and check if there are places she could take Nikki and the dogs just for a little while, just so Bradley could have this moment to himself, although he might want to stay with them.

She’d ask him when he woke up since she was already alert and with her eyes locked on the ceiling, waking up before him was always interesting - and without any of her anxieties and fears eating at her either! So…it was okay, this time was going to be good even if Rooster was feeling sad.

She wished she could snatch some of it away though.

She wished she could hold her husband’s fears in her hands and chuck it into the bin…but she couldn’t. What she could do was stay with him and give him space if he needed. Beatrice sighs, her chest rising and falling when she does so, still caressing the back of his head, the shorter strands of sandy brown hair tickling her fingers as he snored quietly.

She turned over to the window, seeing the lightest amount of snow falling down and piling up just the tiniest bit on the window sill. It was still dark outside and when she checked on Nicole via the monitor, it was already five a.m. She wondered if she’d fall asleep again, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to…so,she kept on caressing his head and letting him use her chest as his pillow.

Beatrice smiles because his entire body was off of hers, with his head on her chest and his arm wrapped around her waist protectively. He was like that the whole night, if it wasn’t an arm it was one of his hands, just a warm touch on her skin to let the babies know that their daddy was just the most loving man that ever existed and he’d always be there.

He nuzzles her shirt a bit more, inhaling deeply but remaining asleep, Beatrice even tilts her head to check on him and he still has his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, his snoring is very quiet. She just smiles more, moving her hand up to the top of his head where the longest part of his hair turned wavy, not being able to stop herself from twirling some of them on her index finger.

He stirred a bit, groaning, but didn’t wake up yet. He just held onto her a bit tighter and sighed, murmuring something that resembled her name. Beatrice grins, leaning down just enough to kiss his head, then turning to face the window once more, watching the snowflakes slowly fall down.

However, after a few seconds, she feels him stir again but this time he groans louder and she knows he’s finally waking up. She waits for him to figure out his surroundings, his brows furrowed and eyes squinted before he turns to face her. “...hi…”

“Hey.’ she coos, cupping his cheek and trying to brush off the indentations from her shirt on his skin, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmm….yeah…” he leans into her touch, “Was nice.”

Beatrice loved his sleepy voice and how he couldn’t come up with full sentences until he was completely awake. She kissed the top of his head again, scratching his scalp just enough to make goosebumps form on his skin and a pleased groan escape his lips, “Hmmmm….I don’t wanna get up.” he mutters, “Wanna lie on your tits forever.”

She laughed in surprise, the laughter eventually subsided into a giggling fit that only makes her husband smirk against her. He tilts his head up to check her face, seeing she was just beet red…he didn’t know if it was because of her usual shyness or just because he was that funny.

Maybe both.

“Oh, my God, you are terrible.” she giggles again, playfully swatting his covered shoulder, gently running her fingers on his pajama top, ‘This is nice.” she says, “Your wife has good taste.”

It was one of the gifts he got for Christmas, a simple dark pajama set that wasn’t too thin nor thick, just enough for him to enjoy in any weather if he so desired, “She does, she knows me like the back of her hand.” he says, groaning as he pushes himself to his hands, rolling his neck left and right to pop the joints, “Fuck, that’s nice…did you sleep well?”

“I did. I woke up a few minutes before you though.”

“Yeah? Everything good? Not because of the cold,right?”

“No,’ she smiles, “Just because…I think I just needed to. You know? I checked on Nikki, she’s sleeping fine, I think Eleanor is exploring the house because I heard her claws clicking on the floor outside.”

Rooster hummed a chuckle, sitting on the bed to rub his eyes with both of his hands, trying to swallow his yawn only for it to distort his voice when he spoke, “She’s gettin’ used to it.” he says, rubbing his face, “We set the doggy pads for them so it’ll be okay- fuck I need to wake up.” he slaps his face gently - well, as gentle as someone like Rooster could, especially with such a big hand like that, “And maybe prepare us breakfast.”

“You don’t have to,I can do that for us.” he was about to protest but she sat on her knees and hugged his neck, kissing his scar, “Let me pamper you.”

“Pamper me?’ he smirks, “Ain’t even my birthday.”

“Does it have to be?”

Rooster stares at her in silence, then he smiles, “No, doesn’t.” he mutters, pressing his nose to hers and chuckling, “...thank you. I could kiss you but my breath smells awful.”

“It does a little bit.”

“Okay, ouch? Betrayed by my own wife?” but he’s laughing and they are already getting to the couple dynamic she only saw on Instagram. Making fun of each other in the best way, “How will I ever recover?’

“Your wife can prepare your breakfast.” she coos, kissing the corner of his jaw and smiling against it when he inhaled sharply, “And then kiss you until you can’t focus anymore.”

Rooster’s eyebrows went up at her bold suggestion, even leaning his head back to give her a better look, “That a promise?’

“Yes,sir.” another sharp inhale, “But I’ll deal with breakfast first.”

He had to admit it has been a while since the two had sex, which for them was a feat in itself. Back when he found out she was pregnant with Nikki, he was so scared of hurting her or the baby…maybe he was still nervous now that she had the twins in there…however, it was proven that that activity was very encouraged during the pregnancy.

And he wouldn’t mind at all. Plus they were going to be okay.

But he did appreciate the distraction because his mind was everywhere that morning, “Can I make one,” he scoots over the edge when she steps out just in time to wrap his hands on her waist, “One simple, sweet request for my gorgeous wife?”

Beatrice bites her lower lip with a grin, then nods, cupping his face, “What do you need?”

“Hot cocoa and maybe, maybe some chocolate muffins?’ he grins, “I know they have a lot of trays in there in case we want to use it…so…” he taps his fingers on the curve of her hips, reaching the checkered pants and the expanse of her ass, “If you can do that for me, I’d be more than thankful.”

She smiles sweetly at him, kissing the tip of his nose, “I can do that.”

“Thanks,” he drags his hands down her thighs because he really didn’t want to let go, but he had to since she was going to make their breakfast. She looked at him one last time before leaving the room…and leaving Rooster with his thoughts.

He interlaced his hands between his legs and sighed, chewing the inside of his cheek as he finally felt he was awake enough to think straight. He sighs again, holding his interlaced hands up to press his forehead against his knuckles as he allows the sounds from the cabin to surround him.

He…was okay.

He could be worse but he was okay.

He just…had to mentally prepare, that’s all.

Bradley knew what was going to happen that morning, he knew they were going to the cemetery and he knew how he was going to be. But part of him felt…lighter, maybe because this is the second time she comes with him and they have Nikki and the twins in tow, which is…easier to handle.

He had a family now, he wanted his parents to meet them. They met Beatrice, about time they met Nicole, their granddaughter.

He chuckles softly, knowing that when she’s older - and when the twins are as well - he’ll have to explain how they have six grandparents. Bea’s parents, his own parents and Maverick and Penny. His uncle was doing a great job as a grandfather figure for Nikki, and so was Penny, she had no idea she’d…be part of his crazy circle now, but she was doing fine.

Not to mention she adored Beatrice.And Amelia and Shells were happy about it as well, Amelia always had a blast telling her college friends about her new baby cousin.

Rooster smiles, albeit wryly, before dropping his hands between his legs again, scratching the side of one with his nails and furrowing his brows. He had nothing to complain, he had nothing to complain about his chosen family, they were there for him when he needed them.

The Dagger Squad, those crazy fucks that he just couldn’t see himself not talking to, were also doing a great job. They took Nicole under their wings - literally - and now they had Jake’s baby in the mix to dote and adore…and of course, Nat had Umberto, who knew when another one would show up?

He did miss his parents, terribly. Beatrice knew that, but…he was okay, family wise, even if he wished they could be there, right with him, they aren’t. And he couldn’t go back in time to prevent any of this from happening, as much as if hurt to admit, he could handle this.

Bradley sighs one last time, slapping his hands on his thighs and pushing himself up to reach his phone. He immediately checked the baby monitor, smiling when he saw Nicole was waking up, those tiny arms stretching and little legs moving inside the crib…and Jack and Eleanor surrounding it as well.

He decided to pick her up so they could enjoy breakfast together. He placed the phone in his pajama pants’ pockets - God,he loved Beatrice even more because she knew what he liked so much - and marched to the little room that Nicole was in.

He arrived just in time to see their daughter sit up on the bed, light hair mussed up and eyes squinted, “Hi, baby girl.” he coos, “Hi, good morning! Hi!” she just looked around confusedly, he didn’t know if she could identify much about her room back home yet, but she clearly didn’t know what this place was, “My little birdie, hi pretty.” he gently picks her up, her tiny body heavy with sleep and smelling like…she needed a change, “...well, come on, gotta get cleaned up.”

Nicole’s little yawn that followed her father’s request was enough for him to consider that a ‘yes’. It was weird to change her up when he couldn’t…find certain things like at home, he still had a hard time holding onto the changing table because it was smaller than hers back in Cali,but he managed it.

“Okay, we’ll just have breakfast then have a shower so we can leave, okay?’ he buttoned her onesie, earning a tired look from his daughter, “You look like you worked a twelve hour shift.” and she sighs like she did so as well, blinking up at him and hugging his neck when he picks her up.

He’s honestly still nervous about taking Nicole to the cemetery, he knew it was a good idea, but his biggest fear was maybe traumatizing Nicole in some way…which was stupid, there was no way it’d happen, nothing bad happens in a cemetery.

He pauses, remembering the several zombie movies he watched, “...well that’s fictional.” he counters his own thoughts, then purses his lips, “Hm…you know Nikki,” he adjusts her against his chest, “You might…be confused at first, which is okay, you know, it’s okay…but I think it’ll be good for you, we’ll try to visit your grandparents as often as we can, yeah? So you know what to look for when you are older.”

Nicole placed her head on his shoulder as he carried down the stairs, the smell of Mr.Scoops’ cocoa spread on the air, stopping him on his tracks as he reached the kitchen, “Oh…my God.” he whispers, making his wife laugh, “I swear, this is the best cocoa I’ve ever smelled, coming second to my mother’s.”

“Well,I’m honored you think so.” she smiles, “I think it’s great too, here, let’s trade the little bean for the cocoa.”

“I can drink and carry her.” Beatrice arches her brow, which makes him frown, “Fine, here,” he does hand Nicole over to Beatrice, who kisses her little girl’s sleeping form as her husband grabs the mug. He hums happily once he drinks it, licking his lips with a pleased smile, “Yeah, heaven.”

“Sure is,the muffins are in the oven and I might make some omelets for us?”

“Sounds good.” he says, ‘...the cemetery opens at seven. So we have two hours until we get there.” he gives a quick look towards the window, “...it’s going to snow heavily soon, so we might have to stay just a tiny bit.”

“You think it’ll be as bad as last time?”

“I don’t know anything about a snowstorm.” he comments, ‘But it will be heavy…so it’s just for safety, I don’t want Nikki or you to be too cold.”

Beatrice smiles softly but she frowns a bit after, “You know we can stay in the cemetery longer if the snow takes a while to fall.” he inhales sharply, “I’ve checked the weather app, it’s only going to be bad after ten,Roos…you don’t have to be nervous, or lie to me.”

He looks down ashamedly, rubbing his thumb over the mug’s rim, “I know it’s just…”

“Just?”

“I think this year is a bit…more complicated? I mean, I don’t know.I’m feeling a lot now…you know how my mother loved the holidays.”

“Yeah, you told me.” she says, “So did Mav.”

“Maybe that’s why, I think it’s bringing a lot of memories back and I need to deal with them…I want us to have a good week, it’s not often I have the time to spend the holidays with you all…so, I’m going to be okay. It’s just, stuff I know I need to vent out.” he pauses, “Maybe with therapy.”

Beatrice blinked at him, “You thought about it?”

“I did…well, if I don’t get deployed I might contact Dr.Varma or someone else, so I don’t hog your therapist’s time.” he laughs softly, looking at her with his eyes warm, “But I think it’ll help me, you know? I think it’s about time.”

Rooster was strong, physically and mentally, but he had his own demons he couldn’t deal with my himself. Hearing from her tall,handsome, darling husband that therapy might be a good idea made her heart swell. So much her eyes glazed over and she sniffled, much to Rooster’s panic, “Baby-”

“Sorry,no,I,” she waves her hand in front of her eyes, “It’s the hormones, I’m just,” another sniffle, “Really happy for you…I-I know it won’t be easy at first but I also know it’ll help you a--a lot.” he gives her a little smile, “You are an amazing person,Roos….it’ll be good for you.”

“Yeah, about time I deal with it again, you know?” he adds, bringing the mug to his lips, “I just need this to…work things better.”

“You will.I know you will–”

“Aaa!” Nicole brought her hand to her mouth, little brows furrowed in annoyance because hse was hungry and there was no time to talk when the little bird was hungry, “Aaahh mmfffuh!”

“Oh, oh okay Nikki,I know.” her mother smiles, looking around to find her baby food, “I know, it’s time for your breakfast too- Roos, can you keep an eye on the muffins for me? I’ll just feed her on the little chair over there.”

“Don’t worry,gorgeous.” he smirks, giving her a wink, “I can handle it.”

He follows the two of them with his eyes, then once they are away from him he lets out a heavy sigh,rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

Yeah.

He’s going to be okay.

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demigoddaughterofhermes · 6 months

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Meet my OC!! I've been thinking of her and inserting her into events since I read PJO for the first time in middle school! I love her so much and I hope you like her too!

In my cannon divergent version of events shes one of the OGs with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover-

Name: Nicole Daniels

Nicknames: Nic, Nikki

Godly parent: Hermes

Looks: sandy blonde/light brown hair, blue eyes. She's got a few scars, by the end of The Last Olympian she has a scar running from her eyebrow down across her eye (just like Luke had).

#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #incorrect percy quotes #percy jackson headcanon #meet my ocs #percy jackson oc #demigod daughter of hermes

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slutdge · 1 year

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hi its nikki blonsky from the movie hairspray, youre probably wondering why you havent seen me in a movie since 2007. for the past 16 years ive been deep undercover gathering intelligence on mobile, alabama mayor sandy stimpson for his alleged involvment in the september 11th attacks. sadly, funding for my mission is beginning to run out so if youd like to help me hairSLAYYYY on terror, you can donate to my paypal! #YouCantStopTheBeat

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andrevasims · 2 years

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1980s Horror Film Character Names

I totally forgot I’d started making this last year! I think I never posted it because I wanted to find more names, but there’s already a decent amount and I don’t feel like being that tedious about names right now lol.

It’s first & last names (separated for mix & match potential) of characters from iconic late 1970s & 1980s horror movies. I think I started looking for cheesier B-movies to pull from, but yeah it’s been a whole year so I forget.

First Names

Alice Allen Allison Ally Amy Angela Annie Arnie Artie Axel Barry Bill Billy Bobby Brady Brenda Brent Brett Brooke Buddy Burt Buzz Carol Anne Carter Casey Charley Charlie Chili Christine Chuck Cindy Courtney Craig Cynthia Dana Darcy Debbie Demi Dennis Diane Donna Doug Doyle Duane Elaine Ellie Emma Ernie Ferdy Foster Gary Gene George Gerald Ginny Glen Hal Hank Helen Jack Jackie Jake Jason Jeff Jennifer Jerry Jesse Jimmy Joanne Jodi Joe Joey John Johnny Judd Judy Kate Katherine Kathy Katie Kelly Ken Kenny Kim Kimberly Kristen Larry Laurie Lea Leigh Lenny Leroy Linda Lisa Liz Lynn Marci Marcia Marcie Mark Mary Lou Masen Max Meg Megan Mel Melissa Mike Molly Monica Nancy Ned Neil Nick Nicki Nikki Patti Patty Paul Paula Peter Phoebe Polly Rachel Ralph Reilly Rennie Richie Rick Ricky Rob Rod Roland Ronnie Roy Ruby Rudolf Rudy Russ Sally Sandy Sara Sarah Shane Sharon Sheila Shelly Sissy Steve Steven Susie Suzie Tad Taryn Teddy Terri Tina Toby Tom Jesse Tommy Tracy Trish Valerie Vic Vickie Vicky Warren Wendy Wes Will

Last Names

Andrews Angelo Badger Baker Barnes Barrington Bates Baxter Beringer Brand Brewster Bringsley Brown Burke Burns Cabot Camber Carrington Cassidy Caulfield Challis Clarke Cole Cologne Corben Corvino Costic Crusel Cunningham Daigler Dandrige Daniels Darnell Darrinco Deagle Dier Doyle Duke Dumpkin Duncan Essmont Evans Field Franklin Freeling Frye Futterman Garris Garth Geiger Graham Gray Grimbridge Guilder Halavex Hammond Hanniger Hardy Harper Hawes Holland Hopkins Jachson Jarvis Jessup Junkins Kemp Kessler Kincaid Kopecky Kupfer Lane Lantz LeBay Lynch Lynn Macauley Maloney McBride McFadden McGregor McNichol Meeker Meisel Mercer Morgan Mott Nagle Nessler Newby Palmer Parker Parks Parsley Pataki Peltzer Penmark Perry Pervier Powers Priswell Repperton Richards Shote Spool Stanton Stark Statler Stavinski Steele Stevens Strauber Strode Sykes Taylor Thomas Thompson Thorn Toomey Trenton Vanders Venable Walsh Warner Weatherall Webber White

#names #name ideas #naming ideas #naming #sims names #making sims #my name lists

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coffee-or-hot-cocoa · 1 year

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Isekai’ed to the west featuring my oc Nikki Santos,

A short Filipina 23-year old woman who barely restraints herself to turn Pigsy into lechon. A lover of frying pans and knives, she usually hides any weapons she has in hidden pockets of her outfits.

some trivia about her

she knows how to shank a person and plans to castrate pigsy if he steps out of line

knows where to cut to hit the major arteries of the body as well as which muscles to target to paralyse her enemies

has watched enough true crime and murder investigations to know how to properly dispose or hide a body

studied art and anatomy which is why she knows how to do things listed above

has been trained how to do first aid since the age of 9

looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you given reason

made tripitaka question himself if she needs the same circlet as wukong

there is no thought behind her eyes but violence and food

she always smiles unless she’s angry

she distracts the beings who kidnapped her with telling them stories, which where basically fanfic ideas she had but tweaked to seem original

loves cooking and sewing

loves to debate and argue with tripitaka about wukong’s punishment due to how she loves to point out that since wukong is mostly familiar with the culture and structure of society for demons and celestial beings and doesn’t even know which constitues as right or wrong in the eyes of morality for humans

has given very shady advice to the empress of the kingdom of women on how to perminantly remove the jerk immortal guy on male undoing mountian

she and sandy are besties

has plotted the demise of pigsy a few times but hasn’t figured out an alibi to not get caught

thinks brushing ao lie’s mane and tail or wukong’s fur is a great stress relief

that’s all

special thanks to @skittlescripts, @semisolidmind, @rennsdeaddoves, @thesexydancingcrepe, @rainyriu, @ritzhasmonkeybrain and @theweepingegg

#journey to the west #isekai'ed to the west #fanart #sun wukong x oc #lego sun wukong

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unibrowzz · 1 month

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The Signs and their Eurovision winners

Here we are again, with just one new name this time, but one for a rarely seen sign for once 👀

♈ Aries: Agnetha Fältskog (ABBA, 1974), Ard Weeink (Teach-In, 1975) Lee Sheridan (Brotherhood of Man, 1976), Elisabeth Andreassen (Bobbysocks, 1985), Céline Dion (1988), Nenad Nakić (Riva, 1989), Linda Martin (1992), Rolf Løvland (Secret Garden, 1995) Katrina Leskanich (Katrina and the Waves, 1997), Nils Olsen (Olsen Brothers, 2000), Sergei Morgun (2XL, 2001) Duncan Laurence (2019)

♉ Taurus: Teddy Scholten (1959), Jacqueline Boyer (1960), Jørgen Ingmann (1963), Björn Ulvaeus (ABBA, 1974), Marie Myriam (1977), Johnny Logan (1980 and 1987), Jay Aston (Bucks Fizz, 1981), Emilija Kokić, Dalibor Musap AND Zvonimir Zrilić (All Riva, 1989), Paul Harrington (1994), Alexander Rybak (2009), Victoria de Angelis (Måneskin, 2021), Oleh Psiuk and MC KylymMen (both Kalush Orchestra, 2022)

♊ Gemini: Grethe Ingmann (1963), Anne-Marie David (1973), Salomé (Spain, 1969), Koos Versteeg (Teach-In, 1975), Kaido Põldma (2XL, 2001), Ruslana (2004), Lena Meyer-Landrut (2010), Eldar Qasımov (Ell & Nikki, 2011), Måns Zelmerlöw (2015)

♋ Cancer: John Gaasbeek (Teach-In, 1975), Toto Cutugno (1990), Amen and OX (both Lordi, 2006)

♌ Leo: Isabelle Aubret (1962), Massiel (1968), Vicky Leandros (1972), Per and Richard Herrey (Herreys, 1984), Bobby Gee (Bucks Fizz, 1981), Marie N (2002), Nemo (2024)

♍ Virgo: Dana (1970), Boško Colić (Riva, 1989), Carola (1991), Fionnuala Sherry and Hans Frederik-Jacobsen (Secret Garden and Co, 1995), Indrek Soom (2XL, 2001), Nigar Jamal (Ell & Nikki, 2011), Jamala (2016)

♎ Libra: France Gall (1965), Udo Jürgens (1966), Séverine (1971), Chris de Wolde (Teach-In, 1975), Smulik Bilu (Milk and Honey, 1979), Sandra Kim (1986), Åsa Jinder (Secret Garden and Co, 1995) Vince de la Cruz (Katrina and the Waves, 1997), Charlotte Nilsson (1999), Loreen (2012 and 2023), Ethan Torchio (Måneskin, 2021), Sasha Tab and Vitalii Duzhyk (Kalush Orchestra, 2022)

♏ Scorpio: Jean-Claude Pascale (1961), Frida Boccara (France 1969), Lulu (UK, 1969), Anni-Frid Lyngstad (ABBA, 1974), Rudi Nijhuis (Teach-In, 1975), Reuven Erez (Alphabeta, 1978), Nicole (1982), Corinne Hermès (1983), Louis Herrey (Herreys, 1984), Tanel Padar (2001), Marija Šerifović (2007), Conchita Wurst (2014)

♐ Sagittarius: Corry Brokken (1957), André Claveau (1958), Gigliola Cinquetti (1964), Benny Andersson (ABBA, 1974), Martin Lee, Nicky Stevens AND Sandra Stevens (all Brotherhood of Man, 1976), Reuven Gvirtz (Milk and Honey, 1979), Mike Nolan (Bucks Fizz, 1981), Charlie McGettigan (1994), Eimear Quinn (1996), Kimberley Rew (Katrina and the Waves, 1997), Sertab Erener (2003)

♑ Capricorn: Esther Tzuberi (Alphabeta, 1978), Gali Altari (1979), Aleksandra Kalafatović (Riva, 1989) Dima Bilan (2008), Salvador Sobral (2017), Damiano David and Thomas Raggi (both Måneskin, 2021), Ihor Didenchuk (Kalush Orchestra, 2022)

♒ Aquarius: Yehuda Tamir (Milk and Honey, 1979), Hanne Krogh (Bobbysocks, 1985), Niamh Kavanagh (1993), Gunnhild Tvinnereim (Secret Garden and Co, 1995), Dana International (1998), Dave Benton (2001), Helena Paparizou (2005), Mr Lordi and Kita (both Lordi, 2006), Netta Barzilai (2018), Tymofii Muzychuk (Kalush Orchestra, 2022)**

♓ Pisces: Lys Assia (1956), Sandie Shaw (1967), Lenny Kuhr (Netherlands, 1969), Getty Kaspers (Teach-In, 1975), Yizhar Cohen (1978), Cheryl Baker (Bucks Fizz, 1981) Jørgen Olsen (Olsen Brothers, 2000), Lauri Pihlap (2XL, 2001) Awa (Lordi, 2006), Emmelie de Forest (2013)

UNKNOWN: Lisa Gold-Rubin*, Itzhak Okev and Nehama Shutan* (all Alphabeta, 1978), Alex Cooper (Katrina and the Waves, 1997)

*I did uncover some information regarding Lisa Gold-Rubin and Nehama Shutan which would make them Pisces and Leo respectively, however I was unable to confirm whether they were the actual Eurovision performers or whether they just happened to share the same names. The lead for Gold-Rubin is stronger... but still unconfirmed 😅

**Some sites list Tymofii's birthday as being in September, however his actual Ukrainian Wikipedia page shows it as February 6th, so that's what I'm going with

Corrections/additional information welcome!

#Cancerian winners continue to be an endangered species #Baby Lasagna could have joined them but alas #Then again so could've gjon's tears #And daði freyr #And sam ryder #Damn there's a few misses looking into it #Eurovision #Esc winners

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shiningtalons · 6 months

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#shining nikki #shining nikki nails #sandy zhang #my shining nikki pictures #queue

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goat-esc-winner-showdown · 1 year

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ROUND 1 WINNERS

Round 1 Poll 1: "What's Another Year" - Johnny Logan (Ireland, 1980) vs "Arcade" - Duncan Laurence (Netherlands, 2019)

Round 1 Poll 2: "Tu te reconnaîtras" - Anne-Marie David (Luxembourg, 1973) vs "Euphoria" - Loreen (Sweden, 2012)

Round 1 Poll 3: "J'aime la vie" - Sandra Kim (Belgium, 1986) vs "Ein bißchen Frieden" - Nicole (Germany, 1982)

Round 1 Poll 4: "Puppet on a String" - Sandie Shaw (United Kingdom, 1967) vs "The Voice" - Eimear Quinn (Ireland, 1996)

Round 1 Poll 5: "Boom Bang-a-Bang" - Lulu (United Kingdom, 1969) vs "Tom Pillibi" - Jacqueline Boyer (France, 1960)

Round 1 Poll 6: "Rise Like a Phoenix" - Conchita Wurst (Austria, 2014) vs "Toy" - Netta (Israel, 2018)

Round 1 Poll 7: "Refrain" - Lys Assia (Switzerland, 1956) vs "Everyway That I Can" - Sertab Erener (Turkey, 2003)

Round 1 Poll 8: "Diva" (דיווה) - Dana International (Israel, 1998) vs "Satellite" - Lena (Germany, 2010)

Round 1 Poll 9: "Si la vie est cadeau" - Corinne Hermès (Luxembourg, 1983) vs "La det swinge" - Bobbysocks! (Norway, 1985)

Round 1 Poll 10: "Nous les amoureux" - Jean-Claude Pascal (Luxembourg, 1961) vs "Un banc, un arbre, une rue" - Séverine (Monaco, 1971)

Round 1 Poll 11: "Dors, mon amour" - André Claveau (France, 1958) vs "Ne partez pas sans moi" - Céline Dion (Switzerland, 1988)

Round 1 Poll 12: "1944" - Jamala Jamala (Ukraine, 2016) vs "Save Your Kisses for Me" - Brotherhood of Man (United Kingdom, 1976)

Round 1 Poll 13: "Waterloo" - ABBA (Sweden, 1974) vs "Hold Me Now" - Johnny Logan (Ireland, 1987)

Round 1 Poll 14: "Take Me to Your Heaven" - Charlotte Nilsson (Sweden, 1999) vs "Zitti e buoni" - Måneskin (Italy, 2021)

Round 1 Poll 15: "Why Me?" - Linda Martin (Ireland, 1992) vs Ukraine "Wild Dances" - Ruslana (Ukraine, 2004)

Round 1 Poll 16: "Stefania" (Стефанія) - Kalush Orchestra (Ukraine, 2022) vs "De troubadour" - Lenny Kuhr (Netherlands, 1969)

Round 1 Poll 17: "Only Teardrops" - Emmelie de Forest (Denmark, 2013) vs "Nocturne" - Secret Garden (Norway, 1995)

Round 1 Poll 18: "Hallelujah" (הללויה) - Milk and Honey (Israel, 1979) vs "Molitva" (Молитва) - Marija Šerifović (Serbia, 2007)

Round 1 Poll 19: "Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley" - Herreys (Sweden, 1984) vs "I Wanna" - Marie N (Latvia, 2002)

Round 1 Poll 20: "Fairytale" - Alexander Rybak (Norway, 2009) vs "Merci, Chérie" - Udo Jürgens (Austria, 1966)

Round 1 Poll 21: "Fångad av en stormvind" - Carola (Sweden, 1991) vs "A-Ba-Ni-Bi" (א-ב-ני-בי) - Izhar Cohen and the Alphabeta (Israel, 1978)

Round 1 Poll 22: "Après toi" - Vicky Leandros (Luxembourg, 1972) vs "Love Shine a Light" - Katrina and the Waves (United Kingdom, 1997)

Round 1 Poll 23: "Dansevise" - Grethe and Jørgen Ingmann (Denmark, 1963) vs "Fly on the Wings of Love" - Olsen Brothers (Denmark, 2000)

Round 1 Poll 24: "Making Your Mind Up" - Bucks Fizz (United Kingdom, 1981) vs "L'Oiseau et l'Enfant" - Marie Myriam (France, 1977)

Round 1 Poll 25: "Insieme: 1992" - Toto Cutugno (Italy, 1990) vs "Everybody" - Tanel Padar, Dave Benton and 2XL (Estonia, 2001)

Round 1 Poll 26: "All Kinds of Everything" - Dana (Ireland, 1970) vs "In Your Eyes" - Niamh Kavanagh (Ireland, 1993)

Round 1 Poll 27: "Hard Rock Hallelujah" - Lordi (Finland, 2006) vs "Net als toen" - Corry Brokken (Netherlands, 1957)

Round 1 Poll 28: "Een beetje" - Teddy Scholten (Netherlands, 1959) vs "Heroes" - Måns Zelmerlöw (Sweden, 2015)

Round 1 Poll 29: "Rock 'n' Roll Kids" - Paul Harrington and Charlie McGettigan (Ireland, 1994) vs "My Number One" - Helena Paparizou (Greece, 2005)

Round 1 Poll 30: "Running Scared" - Ell and Nikki (Azerbaijan, 2011) vs "Amar pelos dois" - Salvador Sobral (Portugal, 2017)

Round 1 Poll 31: "Poupée de cire, poupée de son" - France Gall (Luxembourg, 1965) vs "Believe" - Dima Bilan (Russia, 2008)

Round 1 Poll 32: "Vivo cantando" - Salomé (Spain, 1969) vs "Tattoo" - Loreen (Sweden, 2023)

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Little red Jeep

Warning: mention of a car crash (no injuries)

“Ohhh…what type of car is that?” I pointed to the Jeep that was tearing down the street. My boyfriend watching it drive by before he stared down at you.

“That’s a Jeep, sweets. You like it?” My arm laced with his as I pulled him towards where the pair of you were supposed to have lunch, shrugging my shoulders but my eyes looking at the cherry red vehicle as it turned left and roared out of view.

But Nikki watched me, seeing the excitement I had for a car, the first sort of question you had even asked about a vehicle in the nearly 20 months the pair of you were together. He knew you couldn’t drive, walk everywhere or let him drive you. But maybe this would be the incentive that I needed to finally get my license.

My feet hurt, half walking and half dragging myself through the posh neighborhood I lived with Nikki. A full day of work as a photographer, doing portraits of little kids who squirmed out of their poses and parents yelling over my shoulder on sing song high pitched voices about “who was the cutest?”

The only thing i was looking forward to was submerging myself into the bath and spending your evening soaking in the over sized bathtub until Nikki had to fish my shriveled body out of the water.

What I’d didn’t expect was loud honking sound and Nikki standing half on the ground and half on the red Jeep, arms in the air as he swore a triumph grin over the car.

“What is that?” I asked when i got closer to it, looking inside and wondering where the doors were and if I was going to fall out when Nikki took a corner too sharply. A real worry because driving with the man was akin to driving in a NASCAR race.

He pressed keys into nyhand and i blinked , half shocked and half unsure what the hell he was going to do.

“I’m going to teach you how to drive, sweets!” The obvious excitement in his voice made me flush, trying to not have a panic attack and pass out in my own bushes.

Driving…big big adventure I particularly didn’t want to embark on but here was Nikki looking so excited with his gift that most likely cost my entire years salary.

“There’s no roof. Should I wear a helmet?” The question made him laugh despite the seriousness of it.

He was too busy taking my bag and helping me into the seat, talking about keeping my left leg off the pedals and which one meant go and which one meant stop. All of it was making my stomach cramp and the dry, sandy taste of panic fill my mouth.

Before I knew it Nikki was in the seat beside me, talking in what was his calm voice. He was calmly explain everything again, trying to keep eye contact as I nodded stupidly wishing we could change seats.

His hand was larger than mine and as he guided me to his ignition I jumped at the feeling of the engine roaring to life under me. Both hands on the steering wheel I slowly started to come to realize I could probably do this. That this would be fine. Maybe even fun.

He was moving it to reverse, my foot on the don't move pedal, easing slowly back as Nikki told me to stare into the tiny mirror I sometimes used to reapply lipstick after quickies in the car. Apparently it was there for driving purposes and not makeup purposes.

Where it all went wrong was when Tommy flew up our driveway in his brand new silver Porsche, sparkling from a custom paint job. My foot came slamming down on the don't move pedal but I hadn’t developed the muscle memory yet of what pedal was where and instead it felt like we were flying backwards. Our seatbelts cut into us as I heard a scream of terror. Maybe it was Nikki. Maybe it was Tommy. Maybe it was me.

The keep was on top of Tommy’s car as I sobbed, hysterically and horrified.

“I killed your drummer.” I screamed out. Nikki, who was looking forward, probably not wanting to see Tommy’s mangled corpse under the Jeep didn’t say anything. He was most likely regretting buying me the actual Jeep and not just a hot wheels version.

Nikki was quiet, the sort of quiet that made me want to puke.

“You didn’t kill me. But your boyfriend owes me a new fucking car.” My head snapped and I saw Tommy lighting up a cigarette as he looked at the wreckage of his car.

Nikki snapped out of it when he realized that Tommy wasn’t dead. He was looking at me now, making sure I was okay before calling Tommy over.

“Help her down and I’ll get the Jeep off your car.” The drummer was helping me down, my knees knocking together as I surveyed the damage from the ground. Grimacing at just how bad it looked from this point of view.

Nikki pulled forward, the crunch of Tommy’s car as it shook from the weight lifting off it. The drummer groaned like it was weight off of him.

I was still crying, less now as the fear of vehicular manslaughter was off the table but surveying the wreckage felt awful. Nikki was shutting off the keep, miraculously I damaged as he slid the keys into his pocket and headed over to us.

“Well…guess we’re buying two cars today.” He said as Tommy shook his head. All of us looked at the mess I had made.

Nikki seemed to realize I was upset at this point and came over, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead.

“Hey sweet, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything bad.” Tommy’s snort didn’t help the matter but I couldn’t see his face because I was buried in Nikki’s chest. “It’s Tommy’s fault for pulling in like a jackass, not yours.” He assured me.

“It was-“

Tommy’s words were lost as Nikki stroked my back. My thoughts of long bubble baths returned and I wanted to be taken away from the wreckage I had caused.

“Why don’t you go inside and lay down, sweets? Tommy and I will deal with this, okay?” My feet Carried me inside.

Like a child in trouble I peaked out of the windows, watching the two men deal with Tommy’s wrecked car. Nikki took him home, coming inside he called up the stairs to let me know he was headed out.

A half hour after he left I was sneaking around my own home, fingering the keys he had left on the counter when he grabbed his car keys. My heart thundered in my chest as I snatched them headed outside and looking at the red Jeep I had crashed earlier.

The feeling of the engine rumbling, my heart racing as I clutched the leather steering wheel. It did feel good and it made me want to try to learn.

“Sweets?” I looked out of the vehicle and saw Nikki looking at me, unsure. “Want to go for a drive?”

The relief of knowing he wasn’t mad. The ability of him trying again made me nod.

“Get in.”

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taylersketches · 8 months

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my darling tee! what is your's and Gojo's couple costume??

Nikki! Hello my love 🖤 Hm, I'm thinking Morticia and Gomez, Ken and Barbie, Sandy and Danny from Grease, and lastly Grim and Malaria 🤭💕

The ideas are actually endless lol

#💌: answered #lovelies: nikki #selfship: teetoru #not art related

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tedturneriscrazy · 1 year

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If anyone following me remembers, I have written a few stories involving Kite Nye and Sabrina, two OCs from @nikkydash. And you may also remember my ongoing story with these two, Date Night, which currently has two chapters.

Well, today I present to you, not chapter 3, but a standalone story based on an idea I've had kicking around in my head for a long time. This one features mostly just Sabrina, and I tackle something new in my writing: horror!

I had hoped to get this out closer around Nikky's birthday, but better late than never, I suppose.

Anyways, enjoy!

Sabrina's Nightmare

Sabrina had no idea what the fuck was going on, and she didn’t like it one bit.

She stood in the doorway of the entrance of what seemed to be an abandoned building, the door being nowhere in sight. She tried looking back into the building, but was met only with inky blackness. She felt around her pants pockets for her phone, but could not find it. Instead, bringing her hands back out, she realized that she was holding a cheap lighter in her right hand, the color of which could not be distinguished in the dim light. She tried igniting the lighter, but all it could manage was a few weak sparks, refusing to give her a steady flame.

Feeling unease growing in the pit of her stomach, Sabrina slipped the lighter back into her pocket and looked out toward the surrounding environment, which appeared to be a sandy beach right next to the ocean. From this distance, the sand on the beach seemed oddly…pristine, with not a single sign of life or so much as a rock, though the sand did form a few small dunes which dotted the length of the beach. Waves crashed onto the shore with mild force and steady regularity, mimicking the labored breathing of someone with emphysema. Looking to the sky revealed that it was nighttime, the weak glow of the moon obscured by considerable cloud cover. Looking to her right, she was able to make out the faint, blurry silhouette of what appeared to be a city, shrouded in a mix of low light and thick fog. The night air was calm but bitterly cold, and Sabrina could easily see her breath.

A lot of it, in fact.

It was at this point that Sabrina realized that, for some reason, she was panting and her heart was pounding, as if she had been running furiously just moments before. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why she would have been running. Was she trying to catch someone? Unlikely. Sabrina figured she’d remember giving chase to someone, probably because they owed her money. Since it was also unlikely that she was running on a cold night wearing decidedly not-workout-appropriate clothing for her health, it had to be that she was running from someone or something. But who? Or what?

The cops? Nah. There would have been either the flashing red and blue lights of their cars or white beams from flashlights, and there was only the moon’s meager pallor. Gangsters? Also probably not the case. Getting fake married to Kite had caused that one to back off for the most part, and Sabrina had surprisingly managed to be a good girl and avoid pissing off any others lately. She mentally flipped through her list of enemies, rivals, and various other people whose feathers she had ruffled in the past, but nothing was ringing any bells. Baffling.

There was also a nagging feeling that she had been with someone and ended up separating from them. But who would it have been? Kite? Day? A friend from work? An ex? Briefly she thought of Colton Chadwick and immediately pushed him out of her mind. While she had no doubt he would have bolted as soon as things started going south, the way they had broken up had kinda sorta resulted in him being run out of town in humiliating fashion, never to be seen again. So, probably not him.

Continuing to mull over her situation, Sabrina began to walk toward the beach, the only logical place there seemed to go. Whatever need there was to run had apparently passed, which was good because she could already feel the burn of having done so for a while. As the rush subsided and her heart rate lowered, she started to feel the sting of the chilly night air and shivered a little. God, she hated the cold. Why didn’t she have a jacket? It seemed weird that she would go anywhere in such weather without one. She couldn’t figure out if she had merely forgotten it or if she had left it behind in haste to get away from…whatever it was she was supposedly getting away from.

There were so many details that Sabrina was missing here. This sort of thing happened whenever she got particularly wasted or high, yet she felt stone cold sober and uncomfortably alert. In fact, for whatever reason, she was very much on edge, her fight-or-flight response feeling like it was on a hair trigger. Either she was going to fuck up the first poor hapless motherfucker who snuck up on her, or she was gonna book it out of there so fast Usain Bolt would be envious.

Okay, Sabrina, she thought to herself. It’s time to calm down a little.

With that, she took a deep breath in, then counted to four in her head, and then let a ragged breath out in a thick white plume, counting to four again. After repeating this several times, Sabrina was able to…maybe not exactly calm down, but at least get into a better headspace than she was previously.

Thanks, BJ, she thought offhandedly. I guess video games do teach you practical things, after all.

She continued making her way to the beach. After struggling through the sand for what felt like hours, which were almost certainly just minutes, she found herself atop one of the fun sized dunes and stopped, taking in the ocean’s waves. In more fun circumstances she might have taken off her shoes and made her way up to the shoreline, but as cold as the air was, the water would undoubtedly be freezing and manage to soak her feet to the bone. Once again she found her thoughts drifting, this time thinking that she should maybe take Kite on a moonlit beach walk sometime. Yeah, they’d eat that up for sure. They were a sucker for romantic shit like that.

Ugh, focus, dammit! This wasn’t the time!

Sabrina shook her head violently and gave her face a smack for good measure. She could plan romantic getaways with her fake spouse later, once she figured out this whole mess.

She looked around the beach now that she was properly on it. Back when Sabrina was a kid, she and Day had been “volunteered” by their parents to participate in a Saturday morning beach cleanup (come to think of it, they had to wake up so early in the morning it was just about as dark and cold as it was here and now). After hours of scouring the beach for garbage, the sand was still littered with various bits of detritus washed up from the ocean, and plenty of black specks dotted the lighter colored beige sand.

This beach, however, was quite different. Even up close, there only seemed to be pure white sand, unspoiled by a single piece of debris. Not so much as a broken fragment of shell, scrap of seaweed, or even a piece of trash left by careless beachgoers. It was as if it was devoid of life entirely, and could easily be mistaken for a desert were it not for the proximity of the ocean and the cloudy night sky. Looking in either direction, it also seemed to be as endless as it was lifeless, with no obvious endpoint on either horizon.

Not finding anything helpful along the beach, Sabrina turned her attention to the city. Obfuscated as it was by fog and darkness, it was everything she could do to even discern that there might be a city in that direction, not a single pinprick of light from a building managing to break through. Even so, for some reason looking at it filled her with deep dread, and as she considered the possibility of going toward it, her heart began to race, the dread swiftly turning into terror.

Now what prompted all this, then? While she still couldn’t think of any plausible answers, she had a feeling that, whatever she was running from, it probably came from the city, and/or claimed it as a home base.

At any rate, it was clear that Silent Hill was off-limits. Since standing around wasn’t accomplishing anything, and she wasn’t about to walk into the frigid sea into a watery grave, that left the choice of picking a direction on the beach and walking that way in the hopes of finding…something. Looking to her left and right, Sabrina finally decided to go left.

She walked along the beach for a while, once again struggling to move through the sand. It was unclear how much of it was the inherent difficulty of gaining a foothold in sand and how much was from being cold and exhausted, but this trek was proving to be a right pain in the ass. Sabrina considered moving closer to the shoreline, where the water mixed with the sand would undoubtedly provide more solid ground, but decided she didn’t want to risk getting hit with waves and possibly getting hypothermia. This moonlit walk on the beach was not turning out to be all it was cracked up to be.

As if all that wasn’t enough, an intense wind began to blow, which hit Sabrina with a full frontal assault and stopped her in her tracks. The lack of a jacket was proving to be particularly troublesome now, and as an added bonus it felt like knives were flying directly into her face, particularly digging into her eyes and nostrils. Sabrina raised her arms in front of her face to brace from the wind and what was surely the sand traveling along with it. However, she chanced a glance downward, and for all the ferocity of this wind, the sand wasn’t stirring at all. Just as she began to question this phenomenon, the wind suddenly stopped.

Well this was fucking unusual.

Granted, Sabrina was no stranger to magic and supernatural phenomena. After all, she had cavorted with undead mobsters and was currently (fake) married to a powerful magic user. Safe to say, she had, as the kids would say, seen some shit. But gale force winds that affect a person but not the surrounding environment? That was a new experience, she had to admit. Even the wildest magic she had seen tended to follow, y'know, physics.

However, as she continued to contemplate what had happened, a distant bell rang in her memory. She recalled a story that Kite had told her where they were on a trip to Ireland. They were visiting a castle that was alleged to be haunted, and they decided to have a bit of fun. They found a hiding place, waited for some tourists to pass by, then used their magic to pretend that the passage was inhabited by ghosts and banshees. The performance must have been quite convincing, because the tourists had fled in "abject pants-pissing terror" (Kite's words). Sabrina had laughed to the point of tears at this anecdote, and remembered thinking, Damn, I know how to pick em.

With this recollection, things were clicking into place, and for once she had an inkling of what could be happening. As this idea came to her, the wind began to blow again, this time at her back. It was only now that she realized that her hair was down, since the wind slapped it in her face. Once again, the sand remained unmoved, though as the wind passed through her ears, she heard something new: a faint voice(?) whispering, "...b r i n a…"

And just like that, the underlying unease and fear mostly melted away, replaced with exasperation and mild amusement. "Okay, very funny, Kite!" Sabrina called out. "You got me good! Come on out!"

As she stood triumphant, congratulating herself for figuring things out, the wind changed direction from behind her to coming in at her right. This time the voice was louder and more substantial: "S A B R I N A A A a a a a…"

"Yeah, I get it!" Sabrina shouted back. "Ooh, spooky ghosts and shit! But the jig is up! Come out and conjure up some fire, I'm turning into a fuckin' icicle over here!"

With this, the wind once again suddenly stopped. It wasn’t the only thing, however. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore had also been silenced. Sabrina chanced a look at the water, and saw that it had gone completely still, without so much as a ripple on the surface. Then it began to lighten in color and take on a more solid appearance, slowly at first, then rapidly spreading across and expanding, otherwise remaining still. Before long, the water had reached this state as far as she could see.

The goddamn ocean had frozen over.

“Okay, Kite, this isn’t funny anymore! Enough’s enough!” Sabrina shouted again, panic creeping into her voice and chest. By now she no longer truly believed this was Kite’s doing. Rather, she may have been clinging desperately to any shred of hope that it still might be the case.

Coming in to extinguish that bit of hope was what felt like a hand rest on her left shoulder behind her. Accompanying this was the coldest sensation Sabrina had ever felt, as if the hand was soaked in liquid nitrogen and dripping it all over. This cold sensation moved its way up to her ear, where she heard a voice…no, it wasn’t really a voice. It was as if the words had been spoken and she understood what was said, but there was no sound of a voice speaking them.

You have yet to experience true cold…

Sabrina immediately clenched her fist and spun around to deck whoever it was behind her. However, she only ended up punching thin air, as whoever (or whatever) was standing there was nowhere to be seen.

“Show yourself, asshole!” she screamed, “Enough of these bullshit magic tricks!”

Behind you…

Slowly Sabrina turned back around and finally saw, standing about fifty feet away, the source of the not-voice: a somewhat tall, thin figure, about six foot even, wearing a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat. They appeared to be the color of the misty shroud draping the city, save for their face, which was a stark white. Sabrina could not discern any finer details about them; even their face was a blank canvas until they suddenly opened their eyes, which appeared to be the same color as their clothing and the city.

No, that wasn’t quite right. On closer inspection, the eyes, clothes, and mist weren’t simply the same color; it seemed like they were all the same substance. What was more, it seemed like there was continuity of pattern between all of these as the figure swayed in the currently nonexistent wind, like the visual effects of plaid in certain old cartoons where the outline of the characters or objects moved along while the plaid remained still in a background layer.

The feelings of terror and dread that Sabrina felt while contemplating going toward the city returned with greater intensity. Not only that, but the already-cold surroundings dropped even further in temperature, nowhere near the liquid nitrogen levels when the unknown entity grabbed her shoulder, but certainly Antarctic at the very least. Yet despite this, she found that she did not–could not, in fact–shiver in response. Aside from the jackhammering of her heartbeat and worryingly faint breath, she couldn’t move at all. It was as if the air had become so cold that she had, in fact, literally frozen in place.

But the worst part? All of this was familiar. Like she had experienced it before. Not that long ago, even.

Sabrina now remembered who she was running from.

And she was in deep shit.

Slowly, the figure began to advance toward Sabrina, the plaid effect becoming even more apparent as they did so. They were not walking so much as leisurely floating in her direction. Considering they had been right behind her only moments before, it was clear that this was not their top speed. For that matter, they were literally grabbing her then, so why all this? Was this thing enjoying fucking with her?

“Who are you? What are you? What do you want with me?!” Sabrina tried to say these things, but it seemed her vocal cords were frozen along with the rest of her body, because the words didn’t come out.

Right, probably should have expected that.

Succumb…

Succumb? What were they talking about?

Surrender…to the mists…

They were much closer now, and soon they would be within arm's reach in spite of their glacial pace. As if in anticipation, they stretched out their right hand. However, instead of motioning to grab Sabrina, they held their hand out, as if inviting her to take it.

C'mon, move, goddamnit! Sabrina thought to herself, trying to will her limbs to move. As thoroughly fucked as she seemed, she had no intention of surrendering to the mists at the behest of bootleg Slenderman. Do not go gentle into that good night and all that.

Yet her body remained stubbornly immobile. This was not ideal.

Just give in…it will be easier…and your suffering will end…

"Blow me, fuckface!"

To Sabrina's surprise (and perhaps the figure's), she could hear and feel these words forcefully escape her mouth. Not only that, but she found that she could move her arms again, and she could feel her legs itching to bolt. Wasting no time feeling out her newly regained mobility, she turned around and sprinted.

Despite the sand shifting under her feet, she was able to put some distance between herself and the figure. She chanced a look back, and saw that the figure began floating toward her again, hand still outstretched, though they apparently didn't see the need to up their speed to match Sabrina's. Rather than dwell on how unsettling this was, she chose instead to focus on what to do next to take advantage of this head start. Perhaps she could just get far enough ahead to lose them, or she could find a safe place to hide, or–

Or she could trip.

This was not one of the options she had considered, but it was the one she ended up taking. As she was running, her foot caught on something, and she ended up falling on her face. Fortunately she was able to close her eyes, though she still ended up with a mouthful of sand. She pushed herself up quickly, irritation building upon her already considerable fear, anxiety, and stress at the current situation. What had the fucking audacity to trip her up at a time like this?!

Sabrina looked down at her feet and saw the answer: a stray piece of driftwood, sticking out of the sand proudly. She was convinced that it wasn't there before, but this wasn't the time to think about that. Instead, it was time for a new plan.

The flight portion of this encounter was over. Now it was time for the fight.

Spitting out sand, Sabrina drew herself up and grabbed the piece of driftwood, pulling it out of the sand. It was about forearm length, somewhat heavy, and, miraculously, very dry. Perfect size for swinging.

As she appraised the wood, she saw the figure draw closer, almost upon her thanks to her unscheduled stop. Knowing her luck, they were probably incorporeal, so a blunt instrument alone would probably not do much. So how could she augment this thing?

And then Sabrina remembered the lighter in her pocket. Sure, it failed to light before, but maybe it would work now? As slim of a chance as it was, it was better than none. She drew the lighter out of her pocket and tried to ignite it.

Come on, come on…she thought to herself, as the lighter continued to give her pathetic sparks. Then, after what felt like a hundred attempts and teetering on the verge of despair, there it was: a small flame, holding steady and illuminating its surroundings. For once, Sabrina felt triumphant. It was a tiny flame, but it would do nicely.

As the figure drew closer still, she took the flame to the end of the wood. Before long, the wood was glowing dimly at the tip, to Sabrina's delight. Sure, it wasn't exactly the roaring fire she might have hoped for, but the heat and light would still be enough to dispel the figure. Speaking of which, they managed to approach somewhat over arm's length, with more demotivational rhetoric:

Fighting is pointless…embrace your fate…

"Embrace this, you creepy asshole!" Sabrina shouted, and swung the lighted wood down upon them with full force.

The glowing tip, subdued as it was, seemed to do its job. The figure was bisected cleanly down the middle, and they began to dissipate, emitting a horrible psychic scream. All of the worst sounds Sabrina could think of put together paled in comparison to how awful the screaming was, but it didn't matter. To Sabrina, this was the sound of victory. She had gotten herself out of yet another scrape thanks to the miracle that was fire.

…is what she thought for all of five seconds.

As the figure dissipated, they seemed to be absorbed back into the mist, which began drawing in closer. Sabrina turned to run, but the mist was also drawing in from that direction, and, in fact, all directions. The wind had started up again, howling furiously and calling her name.

Sabrina…Sabrina…

Panic once again began to set in. Sabrina swung the wood around wildly, desperately trying in vain to keep the mist back, screaming in frustration and terror.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" she cried, her swings slowly becoming weaker. In response, the voice seemed only to grow louder.

Sabrinaaaa…SABRINAAAAA…

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tears had begun to flow from her eyes, blurring her vision as the mist had begun to embrace her. It was cold. So very cold…

SABRINAAAA!...SABRINAAAAAA!...

"Sabrina! Sabrina! Wake up!"

Sabrina felt someone shaking her shoulders. However, rather than an icy grip, they were warm, soft, gentle hands. Kite's hands.

Upon this realization, Sabrina’s eyes shot open. Her vision was blurry, and she could feel moisture on her cheeks. Still, she was able to take in the surroundings and realize where she was: not a dark, mist-filled beach, but the bedroom she shared with Kite, who was currently looking at her with a rather concerned expression on their face.

“Sabrina? Are you okay?” Kite asked. “Talk to me!” If their expression didn’t make it clear how worried they were, their voice certainly did.

While Sabrina struggled to form a response, she felt a sudden breeze, and she shivered in response. For a split second, it was as if she was back at the beach. Before she could scream, however, that notion passed, and instead she mumbled indistinctly.

“What was that?” Kite asked, this time in a gentler tone of voice.

“Cold,” Sabrina managed. She felt the breeze again, but it was much less harsh than the beach winds had been, and certainly nowhere near as cold as the mists or the figure’s grip. This was in spite of her dress shirt and pants having been replaced with the tank top and shorts that were her usual sleepwear. Gradually, she was coming back to reality.

“Oh! The fan!” Kite said. They jumped up from the bed, walked over to the running fan nearby, and turned it off. “Sorry, it was getting a bit stuffy in here.”

“‘S alright,” Sabrina murmured, rubbing her eyes and wiping away the tears that had accumulated on her face. “And I’m fine, by the way. Just had a bad dream, is all.”

“To say the least,” Kite said. “You were thrashing and yelling pretty loudly at the end there.”

“Oh, uh, sorry about that,” Sabrina said. “Didn’t mean to wake you with my bullshit.”

“Never mind that, darling, I’m more worried about your mental state.” Somehow this made Sabrina feel worse than if they were annoyed at being awakened.

“I told you I’m fine, okay? Just a nightmare. Nothing special. I have ‘em all the time, you know this.”

“You were screaming and crying and swinging your arms around for dear life, I’d hardly call that ‘nothing special.’” Kite said sternly, hands on their hips completing the stern teacher look (though Sabrina’s teachers never stood over her wearing a sparkly peach nightgown–at least not outside certain dreams…). “Now then…” They sat back down on the bed next to Sabrina, then gingerly rested their hand on top of hers. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Sabrina, not exactly eager to relive whatever that might have been, was fully prepared to end the discussion with a definitive “No.” Then she made one fatal mistake: looking up at Kite’s face. So kind, so sympathetic, so ready to listen, so earnest in their desire to help their fake wife.

Goddamnit.

“Well, if it’ll make you stop asking…”

She then recounted everything in the dream that she could recall, which was a surprisingly difficult task, because many of the details were fading rather quickly from her mind. Still, she was able to tell Kite about the most important things: the beach, the city in the distance, the figure, the mist, and, of course, how cold everything was. Kite listened patiently and didn’t interrupt her, only chiming in once Sabrina had finished.

“Holy shit, that sounds terrifying!” Kite exclaimed. “Alone and separated on a dark beach, surrounded by mist, with a creepy figure slowly chasing you? No wonder you were reacting so violently.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Sabrina agreed absentmindedly. While she was still shaken by the dream, recounting it to Kite had helped her put distance from it, knowing that it was over. Suddenly, she was hit with inspiration. “Y’know, I still don’t remember who I was with before it all went down, but I think it might have been you, after all.”

“And what makes you say that?” Kite asked, a single eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

Without hesitation, Sabrina answered, “It’s because you always keep me warm.”

A surprised look crossed Kite’s face. Even in the moonlight Sabrina could tell that their face was flushing quickly and deeply. Soon she felt the heat rush to their own cheeks as she realized what she had just said. Damn, how was she so smooth at a time like this? She was honestly impressed with herself.

Just as quickly, though, a loving smile crept along Kite’s face. “Well, in that case, how about I warm you up after such a frigid ordeal?” they asked.

Sabrina returned their smile with a wide one of their own. “Hmm, I’d like that very much, actually.”

They laid back down on the bed, Kite drawing their arms protectively around Sabrina, who wrapped her own around their waist. Kite pressed Sabrina’s head close to their chest, and she eagerly leaned into it. As she drifted back to sleep, her last sensations were the feeling of Kite stroking her hair and the reassuring sound of their heartbeat.

It was good to be warm.

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