#cursed snippets

[cursed-spectre]

Spectre looked at the monstrous figure within the void.

"Can I really tell Tera she shouldn't hide things when I do the same?"

The figure cracked its neck and looked down. It's mouth opened to release its distorted voice.

"WhO'S To SAY?"

"...Yeah. I don't want her to feel like she needs to hide things so people stay—"

"bUT WE DO the samE, And oN A LargEr Degree."

"..."

Tears began to form for Spectre.

"I'm scared."

"wE knOw."

[cursed-spectre]

Ai slowly opened the door to the master bedroom and crawled onto the bed, where Spectre and Kiara were curled up around Tera under the sheets. She cautiously shook Spectre’s arm, and the shadow opened her eyes.

“Ai?” she whispered. “What is it?”

“I had a nightmare.” Ai looked at her mothers. “Can I sleep with you?”

Spectre’s eyes widened for a moment, before it was replaced with a soft smile. “Of course. Just be careful. We don’t want to wake Mamá and Maman.”

Ai nodded and Spectre moved to the side, creating a small opening, which the young drone filled. She quickly huddled around Tera, enjoying the pleasant warmth permeating from her core. Spectre joined her shortly after, and as Ai’s eyelights closed and her visor read [Sleep Mode], Spectre closed her own, and joined her family in drifting away under the covers.

...

Cassidy yawned.

“Are you ready to go to bed, kid?” she asked the young drone who appeared rather suddenly.

Positioned on her lap, the drone turned to look up at her, black hair swaying in the motion, and her white eyelights barely peeking from the sea of strands. She nodded, closing the book they had been reading, and moved it onto Cassidy’s desk with her Solver.

“Good.” Cassidy lifted her bed’s blanket up and moved down. She laid on the bed, gently placing the child beside her. “Now go to sleep. It’s late enough already.”

From beside her, the young child looked up at Cassidy, eyelights obscured once more, and her mouth in the shape of a small O.

“What?”

The child smiled and hugged Cassidy’s side, clinging to her like a koala.

“H-hey, hold on—”

Before she could say another word, she heard the child breathing. A quick brushing of the hair to the side showed her the white text reading [Sleep Mode], making the drone sigh.

“Alright, kid. I’ll humour you here. But we’re finding your family tomorrow. I’m not fit to take care of a child.”

Cassidy couldn’t help but smile. She leaned down to kiss the young one’s hair, getting a strange sense of familiarity, despite never seeing the kid in her life.

“Goodnight.”

Cassidy closed her eyelights, and wrapped an arm around the child before her visor matched, red text reading [Sleep Mode].

(I just had to write this out when I read it.)

picture your ocs. now picture your ocs cozy in bed

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[meiliem1619]

👹

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #5

Okay, so maybe Danny screwed up a little big. He was just trying to train some of his powers in secret. Really. And sure, just because he wanted to test the limits of what he could do, he tested and trained with a powered he swore he wasn't going to ever use on anyone.

But that kind of turned out to be one of his worst mistakes.

He was pretty sure Jazz was probably posting missing person posters. Maybe hid parents were also wrecking havoc over Amity, leaving literally no stone unturned to find him. And he didn't even want to imagine what his ghost gallery of rogues were up to with him missing.

Now he really regretted that he started training in secret without telling anyone.

Because now... here he was stuck in a doll sitting on some weird guys shelf that apparently used him as therapy doll and was talking to him. Or maybe the other was talking more to himself than Danny stuck in the doll.

Either way Danny was stuck and currently had no idea what to do, and his attempts in making the move doll didn't work as much as he hoped for. It took him an entire night to move his doll body from the shelves to the windowsill.

Tim swore the doll he had picked up on a whim as a mission souvenir was hunted. He swore he had placed the doll on his shelf several times now, but each morning he found it somewhere else.

He had contemplated installing cameras but fos some reasons his electronics stopped working at night. He had told Dick about it.

And what does he older brother do?

Ask him how much he slept the past week.

He sleeps enough, thank you very much. His sleep schedule was a mess but he sleeps and he functions.

The amount of energy drinks and coffee he consumes has noting to do with that.

Still Tim sat on the couch the doll placed on the table before him as he stared it down like it was a criminal he was going to interrogate.

"I know you can move..." he muttered behind his folded hands as his eyes narrowed. "I will figure out what your deal is..."

Behind him Dick looked worried at his younger sibling, wondering if he should get the tranquilizer gun. "Guys... I think he has one of these phases again..."

Jason next to him scoffed with his arms crossed, already planning on tipping Alfred off to restrict Tim's coffee and energy intake.

Damian only clicked his tongue, watching the older teen. "So Drake finally lost it."

[pelibirdie]

Dw guys Opeli will die again the moment she bites that cookie <3

[cursed-spectre]

She has to be sure (Spectre short)

Spectre sighed. It had been so long, yet the worry was still there. She was gone now, right? She had to be. Right? Kiara was at the clinic, and Tera on patrol. If she was going to check, now was her best chance. So, after sending a message to her fiancees that she would be out, with a deep breath, she stepped into the shadows ahead.

Shadow travel. That's what she called it, at least. To put it simply, it was weird. Spectre felt like she was under a body of water, the pressure weighing down her entire form. Yet at the same time, her body felt light. She could sense everything nearby, see everything nearby. Her form stretched out to every source of darkness in Sanctuary until it couldn’t be stretched any further. She focused on one source, latching onto it, and pulled closer, losing any senses of shadows that were too far, as the mental tendrils released from them and grasped at the ones that came in range. An overstimulating web of windows. That was what her ability was, but it was quick enough to make the brief moment of mental anguish worthwhile.

She exited into an empty void of space. It was dark, with no stars to brighten the black skies. The glowing white voids she called eyes barely illuminated anything, being no more than a drop of light in the bucket of endless dark. Then again, there was nothing to illuminate anyway. It was empty in every possible way, but she still had to loo—

“You came back.”

Her existence turned subzero the minute the voice behind her was heard. That slow, robotic voice with just enough emotion to barely avoid being completely monotone. Spectre’s petty white lights were swiftly drowned out by the yellow light filling the dark bucket. Taking a deep breath, she turned, and there she was.

At first, it appeared human. It was after taking a closer look that you'd realize it was the cadaver of a young girl being worn. Tan skin stretched over metal, stitched together to form a horrific Halloween costume. Black hair styled into two dangling twin tails framed her freckled face, violently torn around the eyes, which yellow Xs from the visor underneath took the place of.

Her gothic black and purple dress remained tattered, particularly around the chest, where the lace fabric was clogged with blood and oil. The chest's hole tore through the dress and skin revealing the drone’s core. A purple bow in her hair was similarly stained. The metallic piping that were her real legs peeked from holes in the stitched skin, The lace stockings on top of which were stained, as were the glittery purple heels on her feet. Her arms were very much the same up to the hands, where the corpse’s sat above the drone’s own. Despite the overall condition, the black nails they had always been adorned with were retained.

“Hello, my beloved.”

Spectre took a deep breath, noticing as the drone said, “Raise eyebrow.” at the action.

“Hello, Cyn.”

“Oh? You did not refer to me as your beloved.”

“It’s been a while. I’m surprised you still called me that.”

“Of course, my beloved. We are eternally bound. A goddess and her devil. That is what you said.”

“Possibly. I wasn’t sure you’d be alive.” Spectre looked around at the empty void. “You achieved your goal, after all.”

“Indeed. I have completed my secondary directive.”

Spectre raised an eyebrow. “Secondary? I thought the consumption of everything was your primary goal.”

“It was. But that changed with you, my beloved. Do you not… remember the time we spent together?”

Spectre froze for a moment, as memories flashed through her mind.

“I do not. As I said, it has been a long time.”

“Slow blink. After how close we had been, you still forgot me. Heartbreak, sad face.”

“I assure you, I did not forget you. Just some of the time in the manor. Speaking of...” Spectre looked over Cyn’s form. “You’re still wearing Tessa’s… corpse. How has it not completely decayed?”

“Head tilt. Oh, it has, giggle. This is merely a… hologram.”

Several camera like appendages appeared, shining lights at the body as it flickered, revealing nothing in its place. The cameras looked to Spectre. “When I saw that you had returned, I wanted to look familiar. This form pleases you, does it not? Curious glance.”

Spectre looked into a camera with wide eyes. “You… chose an appearance I would like?”

“Of course, my beloved. It was also the appearance I had when we last saw each other. It made the most sense, loving smile. Do you… dislike it?”

Silence.

“Lower head. I see. Sheepish peek. Think. Idea. On the topic of appearances, you look different, my beloved.”

Spectre floated back in the empty space, thinking for a moment.

“Of course. I wasn’t in a place where that form fit in anymore. It was a natural change.”

“Eyes up. It looks… nice.”

“Glad you like it,” Spectre said flatly, her eyes deadpan. “I’ll be leaving now.”

“Confused head tilt. Already? It has been so long. We should make up for… lost time.”

The drone-human hybrid glitched before she was inches from Spectre. The sudden appearance made her move back, and several tendrils had spawned from her body, poised to attack.

“Heartbroken expression. Are you afraid of me, my beloved?”

Spectre's thoughts settled, and she looked into her eyes. White voids met yellow Xs.

“No, I was not afraid. Simply surprised by the sudden movement.”

"I see. Then I will help you relax. Perhaps we could dance together."

Spectre shook her head. "No dance. I just wanted to know if you were alive."

“Oh. Downcast expression, I see. In that case, we can—”

In an instant, tendrils shot out from Spectre's back, revealing several claws and hands as some were grabbed and others pierced.

“So that’s how it is.” She looked at the failed stealth attempt.. “It makes sense. I’m the last thing to consume now that I'm here, aren’t I?”

“You are. But that is not why I wanted you. We are bonded. Partners in eternal and exponential life. Is it not normal for such lovers to become one?”

Spectre looked down and began chuckling. The chuckles turned to laughter, and then cackling.

“No, that's not quite what they meant. You really are just like the last time I saw you. It's… reassuring, actually. Goodbye, Cyn.”

“Sad sniffle. Goodbye for now, my beloved. I will wait for you. When you next return, we will have to... catch up.”

“Yeah…” Spectre looked around, speaking sarcastically. “We certainly will.”

She became one with the void once more, and began her journey back.

"I knew you would return again, my beloved. I miss you already."

She looked up as her left eyelight glitched to a heart for just a second.

When she emerged from the shadows, Spectre immediately lied down on the couch, looking blankly at the ceiling above.

“She’s still alive.”

…

“And she still loves me like that.”

She laughed, slapping a hand over her forehead. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t tell her fiancees. That would risk them learning about the thing she wanted to erase from her history the most. Thoughts ran through her mind. How long had it been for her? How long will she wait now? She stretched her arms.

“Well, that’s that. At least I can stop worrying about if she’s alive or not.”

Spectre yawned. Not wanting to get up, she shut her eyes. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, but not before a message appeared on her phone’s lock screen, its text yellow.

[cursed-spectre]

(I am so happy I made Spectre her own character and, more importantly, no longer omniscient. Because it gives things like this where even though I really wish I could have Spectre bring it up and talk with Tera, I like how I can't, since she doesn't know. She might notice Tera not doing as hot, but she doesn't know that's the reason, and so she can't confront her.

It's a weird feeling, being happy that you can't do what you wish you could.)

Cold Turkey

She sat at the bar with Rad. Watching him drink another can of fermented oil and talk about increasingly weirder and weirder things, it was funny, really, or maybe it would have been if she wasn't stone cold sober.

Her hands were shaky as she took another swig of her canteen... it used to be often spiked,and she'd drink until it was numb enough she couldn't feel her joints and back aching but now it was clean and normal and-

Her tail twitched. Rad ordered another drink and kept talking and she wasn't listening anymore...

Her eyes focused on the can, the overly sweet smell of the drink, the phantom taste of it in her mouth and the way it used to be a comfort.

Thinking about Kiara's Dad, Ai, and the baby on the way had made it feel like poison. But it was a poison her body was used to getting enough of to make a normal drone pass out.

She breathed heavy.

"You alright man? Usually you like my jokes."

Oh shit he'd noticed.

"I-Im fine. O-or I will be fine, just... have to power through."

She felt sick, she didn't even quite belive her own words.

"Power through...? Yo you aren't quitting drink cold turkey are you? That's dangerous! Withdrawal can-"

"Destroy your filters. Yeah I know...I regenerate... it won't kill me."

"Is that why you've been more crabby then usual? I thought maybe there was trouble in paradise..."

She growls. "There's nothing wrong."

"Even with Spectre? I thought the whole uh... different species thing might get in the way a little bit, with the no cor-

"RAD! Don't talk about her like that!"

"Agh! Sorry, yup... too much oil. Mouth too loose, I'm done for tonight-'

...

"Still, that explains why you look like shit... you've been talking about quitting for ages, what made you finally do it?"

She sighs, blinking back pain that flared in her joints. "Ai." She says simply. "I'm not going to come home blackout drunk, she doesn't need that... and Kia's had enough of it."

"Props."

"Mm-hm."

"Still stupid to quit cold turkey."

"...Mm-hm..."

"But I know me... this is the only way I'll stop. If I have a drop I won't be able to stop myself."

"I know. You drank at every opportunity. It's why I'm so surprised." He leaned back in the bar chair with his arms crossed. "Which makes me wonder what you're doing for pain now."

She blinks blearily. "Nothing."

"Dude..." Rad puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I support you going dry, but you can't raw dog chronic pain man. You gotta do something, you still have those magnets?"

"...No. I got rid of them too."

"..."

"Fuck man..."

"Does anyone else know you're going in raw?" He asks slowly.

"No."

"You gotta tell them... maybe they can help?"

"I know. I know... I just... I don't know how..."

[dragonpyre]

More fic snippits I'll never finish

“How you feeling?” The man asked. Jason opened his mouth to respond in the negative, but stopped at the last second. He actually felt… fine? What the fuck? His brain had literally just been getting stabbed by a rail spike not even thirty minutes ago. And how the fuck had he fallen asleep when in that much pain? He’d NEVER managed that before! “What the fuck did you give me?” He asked, bewildered. The concern smoothed away from Dick’s face. “So I take it you’re feeling better?” Jason pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Yeah, what the fuck?” Six months of this bullshit with no cure and one visit from his brother fixes it? Was Dick dabbling in witchcraft now? “What was that stuff?” A faint smile flitted across Dick’s lips. “Excedrin.” “The fuck is Excedrin?” “Acetaminophen and caffeine,” his brother answered easily. “Migraine meds.”

[xlucygraysongbirdx]

my brain is on a Scorbus high so have a snippet

***

Scorpius grabbed Albus' hand before he had the chance to leave for his class and despite his better judgement held onto it. Albus turned, wide eyed like a deer in headlights.

"I just want to say thank you," Scorpius spoke. "For being patient with me, for not thinking I'm crazy."

Albus squeezed his hand. "Healer Tealing tells us not to use that word."

Scorpius let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes. "Nonetheless, you stuck with me, I appreciate that."

"I'm always going to stick with you. It's you and me, no matter what.”

Scorpius wasn’t oblivious to his feelings, he’s always been a little in love with Albus, whether he knew it at the time or not. But he had never known his feelings to be quite so intense. It was Albus who pulled him from his panic, Albus who chased away dementors, Albus who stood by him through everything they’d been through, Albus who saw his darkness and chose to love him, Albus. Albus. Albus.

Scorpius nodded lightly, then leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his best friends cheek. He pulled away quickly, ducking his head to hide his undoubtedly flushed cheeks.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Mother I'm on my knees and begging for a SPICY fallen angel villain × cursed by the devil hero. May thy pen shine and glamor 🙏🏻

The villain let out a relieved moan.

As they could feel it inside them, hard and hateful, they allowed themselves to close their eyes and enjoy the moment. They took in slow breaths, concentrating, preparing.

Eventually, they looked at the hero and a smile tugged at the corners of their mouth.

“Are you flirting with me?” they asked. One of their hands followed the hero’s collarbone.

“You tell me.” The hero pushed further and caught by surprise, the villain laughed breathlessly. They took the hero’s hand.

Back when they’d been an angel, they’d never felt anything like this. It was a new and exciting feeling. Something only a human body could experience like this.

“I swear,” they whispered. “One day, you’ll find yourself on your knees for me.”

“Is that so?” Another push. Another desperate gasp for air. The hero’s fingers dug into their biceps and the villain’s heart raged in its cage. It was cruel, very cruel.

They looked down at the knife in their chest, at the dark blood that ran down their body. By now, the hero’s hand was covered in it. A “mortal” had complete control over them and they weren’t even hiding it.

“You foul creature,” the villain said. The problem was that it hurt. It was an indescribable pain. The villain had been through all kinds of things like this throughout the centuries. Hell, they’d been tortured for the majority of them.

But this knife in their chest and this person in front of them were for some reason much more effective.

The hero was — in their own way — admirable. For a human, they were very brave. Their voice was sweeter than forbidden fruit.

Something about them excited the villain. They awoke something inside them. Something very ancient.

“I didn’t know your blood is red. So human,” the hero said. They dug their fingers close to the wound into the villain’s skin and there was nothing else for the villain to do but to grunt pathetically.

“You are full of surprises.” Their lips brushed the villain’s cheekbones until the hero let go of the blade and stared at its place there in the villain’s chest. “My immortality doesn’t look this pretty.”

“You can’t kill me like this,” the villain whispered. “You’re not the only one who’s cursed. Not the only one who’s been punished.”

They pulled out the blade and let it fall to the ground, eyes wide. It was a horrible feeling, something they hopefully could forget some day. But the hero didn’t seem surprised.

The blood dropped to the ground and formed a little lake.

Clearly, the wound wasn’t closing right away. The villain knew it would take over an hour for them to see the scar. Usually, the bones would take much longer. Blood wasn’t a problem. They had bled for hours, years, centuries before.

“I would have killed you a long time ago,” the villain said. They put their head on the hero’s shoulder, almost embracing them in a strange hug. “I didn’t know your patience back then. I didn’t know your dedication.”

The hero pulled them closer and the blood dropped down the hero’s stomach as well.

“Do you like it? Do you like the way I am?”

“I do,” the villain said. “You are delightful, even though you try to kill me all the time.”

I want to kiss you. What does it feel like? What does it feel like to kiss someone?

“You know I cannot stop.”

“I don’t want you to. I hated you for that as well. I didn’t see you. But now I do,” the villain said. They could barely breathe. Their damaged lungs were filling up with blood but their self-healing body sew them back together. They were on the edge of drowning the entire time. “And I will keep haunting you.”

It was quite clear to the villain now. For the first time in their life, they had a real desire.

“Then I will keep killing you to lift the curse,” the hero whispered. “I look forward to the next centuries.”

[cursed-spectre]

Spectre blinked. Well, not really, since she didn't have a physical form, being in the process of shadow travel, and clearly rusty as this was not the right place.

After a few seconds, she shook it off, again not really, but you get the point, and immediately left to find the right place.

Note to self: Don't let Harlow get drunk around me. She thought.

Brianna x Harlow - Forgotten

Glitterblade

VERY SUGGESTIVE (+16, DNI if you are under 16)

⚠️: use of alcohol

It was the summer of sophomore year. Kids were done their first few months of highschool and already going nuts. Brianna and Harlow were no exception.

Some random dude from the other section invited the girls to a party.

"It's gonna be lit!" They said with the excitement of a five year old who found the cookie stash.

Brianna looked at Harlow who blinked and shrugged.

"Sure!"

"we'll go."

The party took place in an abandoned apartment. People were already there from higher grades and some from their own class. Brianna immediately went in like she was a natural. While Harlow went to the drink table. She didn't want to interact with anyone.

She poured herself a cup without really looking at what was in it. She put the cup to her lips and took a sip when she immediately coughed.

It was gasoline with ethanol. The robot equivalent to beer.

She coughed, having never tasted this kind of gasoline before. And this one was potent too, making her warm and fuzzy already.

Then Brianna came over and took a cup of the drink.

"heyyy-"

"Bri that's alcohol."

She froze, the cup already to her lips. But then she grinned darkly.

"we're highschoollers now. This is what they do.'

And she chugged down her cup.

Harlow froze, looking as she wiped her mouth and then to the mouth itself. She blushed furiously but shook her head.

Brianna then looked at her with a lopsided smile. "Wanna have a competition?"

Harlow struggled internally about how she probably shouldn't.

But that was her crush/best friend. To hell with logic.

She didn't answer just chugged a cup.

Game on.

About ten cups later they were in a secluded spot of the apartment. Not much was there, just a closet and some boxes.

Brianna was the first one to blurt out stuff.

"Heyy Har, has anyone told you that you look sexy as fuck?"

Harlow did a spit take, putting down her cup and coughing. Her visor was yellow.

"w-what?"

Brianna grinned mischievously and put her cup down. She then backed Harlow up against the closet door.

"you heard what I said~" she said in a lower tone, her eyes half lidded.

"w-well has anyone told you that your so fucking hot I want to kiss you right now?" Harlow countered in a slur of words, her eyes locked on her green eyed friend in front of her.

Brianna looked shocked, but pleasantly so. She opened up the closet door and lifted Harlow, a squeak coming from Harlow.

Brianna closed the door.

"Nah, no one has ever told me that...or done that. Wanna be the first?" She said teasingly, her mind a haze of warmth and bad decisions.

Harlow on the other hand. Was just about pushed to her limit of teasing. Her mind was fogged.

And when your crush locked both of you in a closet, you kinda lost your boundaries a bit.

So it's really no surprise when she snapped and grabbed Brianna's face.

And kissed her like her life was on the line.

Brianna squeaked, then moaned quietly as she felt Harlow's tongue enter her mouth. Exploring her thoroughly.

Brianna's arms wrapped around her taller friend, as Harlow pushed her against the wall of the closet.

Then Harlow gasped when Brianna's tongue entered her mouth, reciprocating her touch.

Harlow's hands instinctively flew to Brianna's waist and felt them. Running her hands up and down the black silicone.

Brianna moaned as she felt the hands rubbing her sides. She was really sensitive there.

But that didn't stop her from getting one of her hands free and holding the base of harlow's tail.

Harlow moaned loudly, instinctively pressing her hips against Brianna's and bucking.

"F-fuck~"

Bri grinned and held it tighter.

"Brianna-!"

"Yeah Har? What is it? Sensitive there?" She whispered in her audio receivers, this time rubbing her hand up and down the base.

Harlow gasped, bucking her hips. Brianna whined as she felt that pleasure every time Harlow essentially grinded against her.

"Fuck Har~ do that again."

Harlow blinked and her eyes dimmed. She pressed their hips together and moved. Grinding her hips against Brianna's, making her cry out.

"God Harlow~" she moaned loudly, as Harlow sped up.

She grabbed Brianna's face and kissed her roughly again, all while moving her hips.

"mhh Briannaaa~"

"s-shit Harlow~"

Harlow was nearing the edge, bucking her hips faster.

"Bri I'm-" she broke off with a strangled moan as Bri rubbed her tail again.

"HAah~" she cried out, Her head snapping back, her climax slamming into her like a truck.

Brianna was close behind, whimpering as her climax washed over her.

"Fuuck~"

After they came down from their high, The two girls stood there for five minutes catching their breath.

"Wow"

"Yeah...wow."

Brianna looked up at Harlow. "Y'know I'm kinda tired. Can I crash at your house? My mom would kill me if she saw that I was drunk." She slurred slightly.

Harlow giggled slightly and nodded, her mind so fogged that her voice was on autopilot.

"Sure. We can have a sleepover."

And so the two girls stumbled out of the closet and into Harlow's apartment after crashing into walls a few times.

Harlow handed (more like yeeted) a spare pajama set for Bri. And her bed was made on the floor beside Harlow's.

They were just about to go to sleep when Bri said:

"You're not gonna kiss me goodnight?"

Harlow rolled her eyes, got out of bed and kissed her on the cheek.

"ugh there. Happy?"

"yeees" came the sheepish reply.

....

Morning rolls around and the girls wake up, their heads throbbing.

"Fuck that party was insane."

"Yeah."

Both of their minds were foggy of the exact events on what happened, and completely forgot a certain part of their party experience.

"Hope we didn't do something stupid."

"Knowing you, you probably did." Harlow said tired.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Um um maybe you remembered and I'm just being inpatient but dont forget about tidbit tuesday

Sorry if I was just being inpatient

blog runner with the worst memory known to man try to keep a consistent upload challenge: impossible (in other words guess who forgot it was tuesday again) (thank you god send angel light of my life)

Darry’s got a death grip on my bicep ‘cause it’s the closest I’ll let him get to holdin’ my hand like I’m a toddler. Though I know he’s about to stop carin’ about my sensibilities ‘n probably wack me a good one too if the way his fingers are diggin’ into my shirt sleeve are anythin’ to go by. It really ain’t my fault. He’s picked up Mama’s old habit of runnin’ into people ‘n just standin’ there shootin’ the shit for twenty minutes. 

Today’s victim (other than me) is Tim, havin’ had the misfortune of runnin’ into Dar when I’d been tryin’ to plead Soda ‘n I’s case that fish sticks were vile (‘n really not winnin’ that case at all). I try to twist out of Dar’s grip again ‘n he knocks my head with the heel of his hand without even lookin’ away.

“Knock it off, Pone. Sorry, what were you sayin’ Tim?” I scowl, lean forward enough I know Dar can see it out a the corner of his eye. He pointedly ignores me. 

“Naw, you’re good. Kid brothers, huh.” But he shoots me a wink so I only half-bother to roll my eyes. “I was sayin’ I got this guy rollin’ into town in the next day or so. Needs, uh, a place to lay low.”

He shoots Darry a pointed look ‘n Darry narrows his eyes, glances down at me, back at Tim. Asks him somethin’ without sayin’ nothin’. I feel Dar pull me a little closer to his side without thinkin’ about it, finally take his hand off my arm, ‘n lay it around my shoulders instead. I shiver in my track shorts as someone opens one of the nearby freezers, grabs out the last pack of fish sticks. This time I keep my triumphant grin to myself. 

“I don’t got details right now. But it ain’t, like, a murder wrap or nothin’.” He lowers his voice, leans back against the big commercial fridges ‘n shifts around the too-big jacket. I recognize it as somethin’ Two does when he’s shopliftin’. But I keep my mouth shut. Ain’t my business that I can see the corner of a bag of dry pasta peekin’ from the inside pocket. “It cool if I tell him about y’all’s couch?”

Darry runs his free hand up the back of his neck ‘n sighs. “Sure. But he ain’t allowed to bring no trouble with him, got it?” 

“Yeah, Curtis. Since when have I ever brought trouble?” He puts his hands up plactingly ‘n Dar snorts a laugh at him. 

“Sure, Shepard. You ain’t never brought trouble to nobody.” ‘N he grabs the edge of Tim’s jacket cooly, readjusts it, ‘n in one smooth move, shoves the pasta back where it can’t be seen against Tim’s side.

[cursed-spectre]

Ai snorts.

Cassidy looks and speaks deadpanned. "Still better than whatever the hell you did with me."

Ai gasps. "You wanna be a kitty? Oh, I'd love that. I'd take care of you, and pet you, and give you lots of attention."

"THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS IS NOT INHERENTLY GOOD!"

@cursed-spectre THE ONE AND ONLY CATSIDY

[lennsart]

Most of the wips I write these days can be summarized by "Legend gets hurt in fucked-up ways, and then he gets hugs" :)

(I'm fine shhh)

But I had this sitting in my drafts, and it's like the comfort part to a hurt/comfort, except I didn't like the hurt part, so posting this probably doesn't make sense, but.. I just wanted the boys to hug

Context + snippet under the cut !

Basically, Legend has been abducted for ransom (I think it was inspired by a whumptober prompt) and he didn't have a stellar time there. The rest of the chain rescues him, but they're worried he'll wake up confused at night, so they decide to watch over him. And they're supposed to take turn, but they all kinda end up sleeping next to him :)

Have this little Four POV that I quite like and feels like it can be posted without context :

Four expected to see two people in the room. One awake, that he would be about to replace, and the other asleep, that he would watch.

He hadn't expected three sleeping dudes.

He had to pause and go back to the hallway to laugh, muffling his chuckles in his sleeve. Of course Sky would have wanted to hug Legend and would have fallen asleep. Of course Hyrule would have let them, and promptly fallen asleep as well.

When he came back in and carefully closed behind him, he noticed with fondness that Legend, at least, looked perfectly content. He was sleeping on his back, Sky hugging his right arm, and he held Hyrule's hand with his left.

The traveler was mostly on the ground, head and arms on the mattress. Four winced ; that couldn't be comfortable.

Alright, he gave up (as if he hadn't as soon as he noticed them). He'd watch them three sleep, if only to gush about how cute they were tomorrow.

(He hoped Wind would bring his pictobox for his turn of watch in the morning.)

He got on Hyrule's side, and gently nudged him. This one hummed sleepily.

" - Shh, don't wake them up. " Four whispered. " Hop in.

- What...? " the traveler asked in confusion.

Four bit back a laugh at how asleep he sounded.

" - Get in the bed. " he ordered.

Hyrule may not really understand what was happening, but he didn't need to be told twice. He climbed in, wincing when he moved his legs, and abandoned Legend's hand to hug his waist, resting his head on his stomach.

The veteran softly hummed, but didn't fully wake up.

Four sat on one of the scarce empty spots of the bed, giggling to himself. He was happy that this watch had taken such a sweet turn ; he had expected to get lost in his own mind, trying to understand how they could have let one member of their group go through that. 

...

Instead, he had three sleepyheads cuddling, and he would trade for nothing in the world.

The last free spot on the mattress, above Hyrule and next to Lege, was probably too small for someone to sleep there.

...Well. He was small too, and mostly slept curled up anyway.

But, no ! He had decided he'd stay awake. No matter how comfortable those three looked, no matter how much he'd like to hug the vet, too, he would fulfill his mission.

Legend's hand opened and closed in his sleep, and he extended it further. Four blinked, and reached with his left hand. 

In a second, he was trapped, Legend satisfied with the hand he found and holding tight onto it.

...

Alright, that wouldn't be comfortable to stay sitting in this condition. Plus Legend looked like he wanted the smith to stay, and his goal had always been to watch for him, right ?

He curled up in the little free spot, his hand still in Legend’s, and definitely did not fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

[wyrmagedon]

woah molly how’d you do that. rambly in the tags