#i dont give a damn if he is invisible

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Invisible Man Returns (1940)

[serxinns]

Tipsy Trampoline!

Drunk kiribaku x roomie/aka reader

(I know I promise to do other fics but I really wanted to do this)

This was inspired by this fic, yuzuya ofc and Mina's Birthday party these were one of my all-time favorites on Tumblr and youtube back then and I still loved it!

It was Denki's 18th birthday and he decided to rent out the trampoline park for everyone to come and invited all class 1a and class 1b (and Shinsou)

You were getting ready to go wearing your rainbow kidcore clothes (can be a dress or pants whatever!) when you got a notification from one of your friends katsuki to pick you up

💣RagingChihuahua💥: you ready dumbass me and Shitty hair are about to pull up

Roomie✌️: Yep got my gift and everything!

💣RagingChihuahua💥: alright I see you don't im pulling up right now

You saw a car pulling up to your driveway through the window, so you grabbed your gifts and dashed outside, and went inside the car, seeing Kirishima in the backseat as well "Hey roomie how's it been!" Kiri said with a wide smile you smiled back giving him a fist bump and a hug "Amazing excited to finally have a break from schoolwork and hanging around with my buds!" Kiri blushed a bit while smiling "And chihuahua! I haven't seen you in a while how's it been those test aren't stressing you out aren't they?" katsuki grumbled at the stupid nickname you gave him "I told you to not call me that and of course not im punching those test straight in the fucking teeth!"

You giggled at his reaction and Katsuki blushed a bit and cleared his throat "Anyways are you ready did you get everything?" you nodded holding the gift in hand "Alright now the only reason im taking the two of you is because you're the most tolerable so you better not fucking act up in my car or you'll get thrown out in the damn street!!" you and kiri giggled at his emptyish threat "Dont worry man we won't do anything promise! You can trust us" Katsuki glared at the two of you while you and kiri looked "Innocently" at him with the invisible hovering angle wings and halo Katsuki grumbled something and started to engine and off to go to denkis party

Time skip of roomie and kiri making corny ass jokes while bakugo shouting at the both of you to shut the fuck up

The 3 of y'all made it after a 20 excruciating drive (for Bakugo) to the neon trampoline park where Denki, Mina, and Shinsou were waiting at the front the 3 of you got out to meet up with the trio "Hey man! Happy birthday!" kiri said to Denki while giving him a high five and a hug "Thanks! And those gifts look amazing! You can put the gifts at the table right there And can wait at the lobby for everyone else to come! And bakugo?! your giving ME a gift?! How thoughtful~" Denki said with a teasing smile "SHUT UP! I'm only giving you a gift cause it's your birthday that's it" katsuki yelled and rolled his eyes the 5 of you snickered at katsukis outburst which didn't make Katsuki any better so he stomped inside the building while you followed right behind him giving Denki another happy birthday

The 3 of you waited in the lobby with other of your classmates friends talking about how amazing this party gonna be a few minutes later when everyone was here Iida announced the rules of the party no arguing no playfighting blah blah but most importantly no drinking irresponsibly everyone agreed with the rules and off to play y'all went

The 1st thing you did was play dodgeball and it was WAR when it started on your team was you, kiri, Kendo Monoma, Komori, and more while on the other team were Bakugo, teru, Ochako, Jirou, You Shoji, and WWDB (World war dodgeball) began, Soft Foam balls were flying everywhere bakugo, jirou monoma and kendo was sniping everyone on each other while the rest of you were dodging for your LIVES you were using every one of your team members as a human shield to dodge bakugos hits and to survive until it was one on one everyone started cheering for you gulped while bakugo had an evil grin on his face

Bakugo was Throwing balls so hard every time they hit the wall making a loud bang you were screaming playfully and dodging them while Bakugo taunted you about losing already "GIVE UP ROOMIE YOUR CORNERED" you panted tried to dodge the balls but was determined you were gonna win it for the team "NEVER! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT" Bakugo grinned at your words and grabbed a blue foam ball and threw you you dived into the trampoline behind you but your leg got hit with the ball just when bakugo was about to shout for victory the ball bounced hard and hit bakugo in the face

You won

Your team cheered while Bakugo's team died laughing at what they just saw not caring they lost Bakugo yelled out profanities and slowly turned his head to you, you gulped grinning sheepishly and waved, that was the final straw for bakugo, "YOUR DUMBASSES IS GONNA PAY FOR THAT" he ran towards you and kiri while the two of you screamed and dashed off running across the obstacles but this Blonde was hot on your trail so Kiri took your hand and dashed to the ball pit and dived right in there bakugo jumped in along with thev3 of you laughed until y'all realized the position your in

Kiri was on top of Bakugo while you were on top of Kiri the 3 of you blushed "I didn't know the 3 lovebirds were hanging out in the ball pit~" Shinso said grabbing his phone out and taking the picture of the 3 of you, Bakugo screamed at him to delete them while all of you deeply blushing quickly getting off of each other and looking away in embarrassment, "I'm gonna get a drink so I can forget this ever happens" Kiri said still blushing while helping bakugo up "Yea im getting thirsty anyway roomie you coming?" "I'll catch up with the 2 of you in a min im gonna play some arcade games!" "they're so Cute..." Kiri thought staring at the both of you but was quickly snapped out of it when Katsuki dragged him

*timeskip of you battling Momo, tsuyu and mina to see who gets more tickets*

Meanwhile at the bar sat A tipsy Denki, sero and hakagure messing with Bakugo and Kiri "Cmon blasty I know you want to~" "FUCK OFF DUNCE FACE I AINT DOING THE DRINKING COMPETITION" "Aw cmon what are you scared?!" Sero said making chicken noises Katsuki was getting tired of him so he snatched the drink off his hand and grabbed Kiri by the shirt collar "Fine but shitty hair is gonna join me as well to prove your stupid shitty drinking game" "U-Uh..Yea Sure! I'll join right by you bakugo" the 2 men grabbed the beer cans readying themselves hakagure counted them down "3...2...1 DRINK" and the 2 teams drank away grabbing beer cans after beer cans

Time skip cause idk im lazy lol

"I told you I got the most tickets! Kero* "Yeah yea I would've won if it weren't for that Stupid fishing game I would've gotten 10 more tickets to beat you" You tease punching her arm softly while she laughed "Aw Stop it you two we all did great plus you should've seen ochako with those basketball skills they're amazing!" Ochako blushed a bit at Momo's statement "It wasn't that good guys I missed a few shots!" Whined ochako "A few?! Out of the 100 hoops you dunked?! You're a natural you gotta teach me" the 4 of you went to the main lobby and sat on the sofa to chat more you grabbed a soda and sat down relaxing

You were bored so you went to look for your boys you pushed through the crowd of drunk toddlers to locate your two friends you were about to give up until you felt hands grabbing you from behind and pushing you closely to their chest you looked up to see it was kiri drunkenly smiling at you while wobbling a bit trying to steady himself "Roooomieeeee" he said while giggling like a child "how's it going having fu-*Hic* at the party!" you giggled trying not to laugh out loud at his face

"Yep seems like you were too where's bakugo I thought he was with you" Kiri stopped for a moment to think looking like a loading screen that was until a door was slammed open at the entrance

Oh shit it was aizawa

"Now which one of you fucking brats put a drawing of a dick on my car" Everyone including you froze Aizawa's red glowing eyes were glaring at everyone this happened for about a min until Denki slammed down a bottle screaming "SCATTER" Everyone ran in different directions you were grabbing on eljirou looking for an exit and fast until an arm grabbed you and the two of you were dragged quickly out the emergency exit it was katsuki

"Kats?" he stared down at you then at Kiri then continued to drag you into his car "I dive" he slurred struggling to put his keys in the car you grabbed Katsuki and pulled him into the back seat ignoring his angry protests and insults you grabbed his keys and hit the engine and drove out of there

You drove to a star-glazing area to watch the stars for a while looking back seat you saw both Kiri and Katsuki knocked out in the back so you closed the door bringing the keys to yourself, and went to lay on the grass to watch the stars you close your eyes and relaxed not long after you felt 2 bodies laying beside you Katsuki in the middle while Kiri was on his left you were on his right, the 3 we're you were watching stars kiri was drunkenly laughing to himself while Akatsuki stayed focus curious you asked him a question "So Kats what are you gonna do after this" Katsuki stayed silent you assumed he was either ignoring you or passed out so you continued to watch the stars dancing in the Moonlight until an arm wrapped your neck around pulling you closer You blushed "gonna love you two someday...wanna confess" you were flushed at the moment unable to speak words or even comprehend what is going on Kiri was already knocked out but continuesnue

"Don't wanna lose ya so special.." Kiri joined in but in a slurred speech, then katsuki did you never forget it he leaned the both of you closer and kissed Kiri on the cheek 1st then you then he turned his head to you and said "Dont tell him I did that" then passed out peacefully snoring

you were processing what the fuck just happen but looked down to see their peaceful snoring faces you kissed them both on the cheek and whispered "I love you too..." let's say that was the most memorable moment for the 3 of you

Bonus: when your parents got home they saw you Kiri and Bakugo cuddling on your bed and secretly took pictures in the morning

[qhoaaaa]

Milo ba shit

Minors do not interact istg yall

Holy fuck

WHAT IS ERIK USING FOR THE NOISES????? Special effects king 😝😝

The way I put my hand over my mouth when Milo started masturbating on their thigh LWBEOWHQOWJ

THE NOISE FOR THAT??? DAMN

The rush i got when Milo shifted to tear his clothes off , my ears were burning WOOO

Milo comforting them on their body >>>>>

AND AGAIN FOR SAYING SORRY

"Dont you dare apologize, that was so fucking hot!"

And his little "Sorry if I cuss too much" he's so sweet

And that little "You're a little crazy, and I like crazy" DOM SWEETHEART WHEN?? (“this parties getting CRAYZYYYYY” iykyk)

I really loved it though when he said he wanted to give their relationship a shot , this man CRAVES THEM SO BAD

And the way he sought them out, going far to even break into their place is delightfully ironic

Imagine he's like "yeah I need to find their house now..." after the first time

UGH AND WHEN he was thrusting his cock on them after cumming on them??? HELLOO??

Correct me if I'm wrong, Sweetheart was practically dragging him on them right... I got no words 10/10 audio bravo Erik sir

Milo deepthroating?? More likely than you think kwbwksj

Am I the only one who thinks that Milo's face was drenched in their cum, maybe a bit on his throat...

He is fucking insatiable, THE SHOWER?? MORE?? He's insane and we all love it, insane stamina

Sweetheart is broken in the morning yall , calling it , can't walk, can't talk, Milo fully pampers and takes care of them for sure, they sleep in til noon even

Erik please just once let Sweetheart show off their invisibility again in the bedroom that would be insane 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

[wish-i-were-heather]

i just need to vent ignore this pls

oh my GOODNESSCAN YOU JUST ADMIT YOURE WRONG AUGH HOW HARD IS IT??? I DIDNT FUCKING DO ANYTHING!!! im sorry i fucking misunderstood you, its not worth any argument. its the STUPIDEST ARGUMENT LITERALLY WHY ARE YOU MAD??? she said to try on the dress, so i tried on the dress. then she says its the wrong one. okay, fine, my mistake. no problem. apparently there is a problem because "didnt you hear me tell you the other one we ordered arrived?" NO I CLEARLY DIDNT OTHERWISE I WOULDVE PUT THAT ONE ON? so its like ok fine ill put on the other its no big deal. but apparently i used the wrong fucking tone? what tone am i supposed to use i just talked normally. and i do like the dress i fucking do i like the dress damn why are you so pressed about it. "if you dont like it why did you buy it then its a waste" I LIKE THE FUCKING DRESS SHUT TF UP. and then apparently when he agrees that i didnt use a tone, "doesnt the tone she's using sound just like a meltdown? do you not hear it? NO HE DOESNT HEAR IT OBVIOUSLY THERES NO FUCKING TONE TO HEAR OMG ITS LITERALLY NOT A PROBLEM THERES NO NEED TO ARGUE I TRIED ON THE WRONG FUCKING DRESS LET IT GO. but apparently fucking not so im like oh sorry i didnt know wheres the dress im supposed to wear and she fucking goes "ill show you" in the most demeaning, slow, talking to someone whos overracting type of tone. like excuse me? all i did was ask a question? im not doing anything? so then i just respond "okay" in the same fucking tone. and when she hears that tone now she gets mad? yeah its not very fun to hear is it huh. and then shes like "oh nevermind we dont have to try it on well do it later" AND WALKS AWAY LIKE BITCH THIS WAS YOUR IDEA DO YOU WANT ME TO WEAR IT OR NOT? how can you give me this stupid ass attitude, say i have attitude, then walk away like im the dramatic overreacter here?

then she decides to just leave. fully leave. like i go into my room thinking we're done because i wasnt even that mad she was the one who was pissed. and then she knocks on the door (wow i didnt know she could do that she always just opens it) and is like uh where r u? and im like im in here and apparently that upsets her that im not trying on the dress that i didnt fucking know existed until five minutes ago and she just WALKS AWAY?? JUST SAYS WHATEVER AND FULLLY LEAVES. GOES OUTSIDE TO TAKE A WALK? HELLO? YOU CANT JUST LEAVE AN ARGUMENT WHEN YOURE LOOSING??? YOU CANT JUST WALK THE FUCK AWAY??

so then later i feel fine im not mad anymore i left that post with a bunch of tags complaining. and then i go to say goodnight and shes all stiff and he tells me shes still mad. and then she decides to talk about how shes "invisible and it feels like everyone is ignoring her and invalidating her emotions and stuff" LIKE LITERALLY WHO DID THAT? WHERE- WHAT? WHO??? like she doesnt know how to admit shes wrong its actually a problem. sometimes youre wrong and sometimes you have to be the bigger person. but no she has the emotional maturity of a five year old and decides to just sit there and cross her arms and not fucking talk as we both try to apologize??? and neither of us even know what we did wrong. and then SHE TRIES TO TURN IT AROUND AND "APOLOGIZES" AND IS LIKE OH IM WRONG ITS FINE WHATEVER. LIKE NO LETS TALK ABOUT THIS BUT SHE DOESNT WANT TO?? HELLO? normally the morning after an argument ill go and apologize because ill be wrong but this time i dont even know what to say because im not even doing anything wrong. shes the one who got mad at me for a simple fucking misunderstanding. all because i put on the wrong dress?? oh my goodness its not that deep at all just apologize and move on.

and the worst part is i was crying. i started crying. i was crying. during this whole damn argument. and i couldnt get words out bc my fucking throat was all weird. and i sounded rediculous. its fucking humiliating. i was trying to tell her like im not sad im not upset but she just gave me this nasty ass glare so i guess im the problem and im still overreacting.

THIS IS THE STUPIDEST ARGUMENT ANYONES EVER HAD OH MY GOODNESS LITERALLY JUST BECAUSE I MISUNDERSTOOD WHEN YOU SAID "THE DRESS ARRIVED AND I WANT YOU TO TRY IT ON." like im not even that important at all its not worth it. like oh my goodness just say youre wrong and move on. but the problem is she cant apologize and say shes wrong without playing the victim and "omg you guys dont even care im just invisible im being ignored your invalidating me" NO WERE NOT STOP TALKING

whatever its fine i guess. shes still important to me. i love her. shes just an only child and i really think it shows in the way she argues.

this is stupid. what a way to end the night with me crying because i accidentally used the wrong tone apparently and "had a meltdown" by litreally just explaining a simple misunderstanding.

but i can listen to short and sweet tomorrow!! i was gonna tonight but my nights fucking ruined :)

if you for some reason decided to read this, no you didnt

[barabaitcharactergenerator]

perhaps rag. if you have opinions

damn giving me all the Big Man favs today, huh?

favorite thing about them - his homosexual desires Honestly the way Brennan embodies his physicality/voice is really charming to me. There's something about the way that man inflects when he's playing Ragh. He packs so much "extremely supportive yet extremely stupid" energy into every line and it really brings this dude to life

least favorite thing about them - the fact he's an npc and thus is only sometimes in the show :( when's the reformed villains fantasy high spin-off, mr. mulligan

favorite line - "Dude, I bite glass every day. ON ACCIDENT. Glass is literally invisible! How do you know it's there?"

brOTP - Kristen and Ragh, esp circa junior year, mean the world to me. Extremely Weird Gay Man and Even Weirder Lesbian

OTP - ragh x fabian but really it's because nobody better has shown up. maybe ragh x corey but idk we havent seen much of corey yet so its liiike

nOTP - Ragh X Any Elf i dont trust them after fathethriel

random headcanon - i think he's a bottom #speakingmytruth

unpopular opinion - ragh isn't a 0% body fat muscle hunk with a perfectly chiseled face!! give that man a belly and a rounded square jaw with some stubble or SO GOD HELP ME

song i associate with them - pride anthem fr fr

favorite picture of them - this drawing i did of him that @notoriousmasc commissioned for 5 cents

[nothanksjohnny]

Let him bite _part one (I'm tired)

give me Optimus holding ratchet by his neck. He's disappointed in the medic for over working himself again. He's disappointed he allowed it to happen. It's alright he'll get him to rest as he slowly sinks his fanged denta deeper a small flow of energon streaming out of the wounds as the medic huffs and whines. Back strut shivering as a itch is scratched. A small tug has his voice hitch with underlining static. " rest. I won't repeat it dear friend." Is rumbled out of the primes mouth as his EM field hugs the medic in invisible coos and gentle touches causing a soft pleasure to cloud ratches mind. Making so sweet and willing to listen.

Give me Optimus that huffs at he to is stuck now as he holds the back of Arcees neck. " I dont need to babysitter prime I'm not a sparkling." Is snapped back with biting fangs. A growl and weight pushed upon her frame. Not enough to cause damage beyond just scuff marks to still heavy enough to make a message known. Annoyance no different than a cat scolding their kitten his audial fins twitched and flick. He'd let her fo eventually. When she learns to behave and not put herself in danger.

Give me a Optimus that grumbles as he scruffs Bumblebee. " hey they started it!" Hissed out in certain defense. Still,Annoyed, and Care I'd what flows around th two due to Optimus encircling them in his EM field. Primus he had yet to sire and yet it seemed he was just that to many of his younger soilders and scouts. Bumblebee being the one who often received his attempts to "ground" the scout. Small spats of hisses that soon dwindled into grumbles of a limp and submitting mech. It was almost enough to make Optimus smile if he didn't have a point to prove. A quick dig of his canines into the mesh and cabling of the scouts neck and he let go and softly lapped up the stray drops of energon. " Behave." He stated knowing it won't be long until he's pinning the scout again with a huff and churr.

Give me a snarling Optimus baring his teeth as he holds down wheeljack and clamps down. It isn't often he gets to personally remind his solders he chooses to speak rather than this. Keeping the others arms down but having his servos on the. Growls that vibrate the sensitive puncher wounds due to the primes bite. Many would assume it's out a malice. Perhaps he's gotten tired of repeating himself. And he has but just as he huffs and keeps Jack down its no different that a wolf keeping another member in pack from being reckless and causing trouble. Soon whrrs and tunes that could fool others of soon spilled from the wrecker mech. In plea of forgiveness and submission. "I learned my lesson damn it prime please?" Is begged through a EM field wobbling around them. A quick deeper digging o denta through mesh and the wrecker is released of the hold. Scrapes and mild denting follows through both of the mechs plating due to the scuffle that was started to pin down the cocky younger mech. Ratchet won't be pleased.

[bunny-heels]

Tell me about this Fallout ARG you found I am curious. 👀👀👀

YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE

so its on a channel called drb0sch, and its about a SUPPOSEDLY alternate universe where Interplay and Black Isle Studios, the original companies behind the first two Fallout games, didn't sell the rights to Bethesda and got to make their own completely independent version of Fallout New Vegas, and possibly Fallout 3 as well.

in regular Fallout New Vegas, theres a location called the Mojave Outpost. its an area in the game that canonically holds the state line between California and Nevada via a gate that you cannot open or get through at all.

in the videos tho, drb0sch finds a way to parkour to the other side of the gate and explore the outer areas of the main game's entire map. it all goes downhill from there.

i'll place a read more here since this next part will be spoilers for both the ARG AND New Vegas, so if you wanna experience both on your own, you should!!! New Vegas is pretty much the last good Fallout game and the ARG is honestly best experienced on your own

ok so basically it almost instantly takes a dark turn for the worst. once drb0sch gets passed the gate and has explored some of the area, which at first seemed to only consist of some unfinished houses and power lines, he ends up finding odd pieces of loot that seem to relate to the war in 2077, when the bombs dropped. in one particular place, he picks up an item at a campfire that suddenly gives him a quest with a clearly unfinished title. he then goes back to the gate to try and get back into the main map, but the game literally does not let him. the invisible wall thats usually at the gate to prevent players from jumping over suddenly comes back, he cant use his pip-boy to fast travel, console commands dont work, and most people have assumed that the game will just freak out on him if he tries to go back on a save. so hes stuck on the outside of Nevada.

so in defeat that he cant go back, he decides to walk around the area more and see where the quest takes him, and at first it seems like a normal side-quest for world building about stuff that happened Pre-War and during the war, but then it just starts getting so weird. i dont know how else to say this in any other way, but the quest literally takes him to Hell. as in whatever version of Hell that Interplay/Black Isle could put into a Fallout game i guess. but its Hell none-the-less. theres several pieces of evidence scattered around as well, like Bible verses and even the channel name itself. Bosch is the last name of the painter Hieronymus Bosch who was famous for making those scary Hell paintings, the ones cluttered with different scenes of sinners getting tortured by ugly lil demons.

theres SO many other things in it that are really god damn weird and crazy. i have no idea where its going or what the point of it all is but its really interesting and i definitely think you should check it out.

[paingoes]

Crash Out

Nimrod IV

dont try this at home

(Content: death?, immortal whumper, knives, stabbing, blood, explosives, fire)

~

Dark, dark, and darker still. 

She heard a voice distantly. The same one she’d chasing for months. The mark. His Highness.

“God, fucking die already,” he panted.

As if.

The pain was blooming in her chest, trying to shape itself around his blade. All her other sensation flowed out of this. It traveled down through her fingers. She twitched her pinky.

The blade withdrew, then came down again. She fell back into the darkness.

~

12 HOURS EARLIER

Click. Click. Cliiiick. Click click click click. Click.

“You should try it behind your back now,” Lorelai suggested.

Paris undid the manacles again, shimmying the locks on each wrist open. The shackles that Johanna had so carelessly lost possession of were heavy with rust and other people’s blood.

“Alright.” He readjusted in the passenger seat, moving up on one knee to give himself space to maneuver. He slipped the lock picks into his back pocket and clipped the manacles on behind his back. 

Click. Click.

He struggled for a minute. Lorelai watched with mild amusement.

Click click click. Cliiiick. Click!

“Fuck with me,” he said, freeing his wrists. The chains fell away from them, landing hard on the back of his ankle. “Ow.”

He tossed them to the floor of the ship and fell back against the seat. He pulled the map off of the dashboard.

“You decide where you want to go yet?” He asked.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Lorelai hummed, “It has to be somewhere flat, with good sightlines. A planet where there’s nowhere to hide. It should also be somewhere depopulated, so no alarms go off. And obviously, it has to be survivable weather if we’re going to camp out there for a while. No hells. That’s a given.”

Without looking, she tapped at the map.

“This one.”

Something in the way she said it made him blush.

~

They were smoking out by the picnic table the same way they did back in school. The air shifted.

“She’s here.” His eyes widened. His weapon hand moved on its own to the sheath, the off-hand drawn up defensively to his chest. His whole body tensed up in anticipation of attack.

“You’re sure?” Lorelai looked around too. She gasped.

Johanna stood unmoving, half hidden behind the tree. Her eyes were blank. She stood there as if she’d been there for hours, long before they arrived. But that was impossible. She was looking at them, maybe, but it was hard to tell. She didn’t seem to care whether she was seen or not. She was almost invisible in the shade.

She turned and ran.

God fucking damn it.

“That wasn’t the plan,” Paris said, “She wants us to follow her.”

“I don’t think we’re going to have a better opportunity, though.” Lorelai was already walking after her.

Reluctantly, he pulled the gas can off of the table, following them out into the pines.

~

She was winning. She was always winning. He knew it was a trap. Knowing didn’t help.

They lost track of her early. She moved too fast. He took notice of the way Lorelai looked up, watching the tops of the trees, like she may have been hiding among them. When Johanna had stuck her with the knife, she said, she’d dropped down from a branch to do it.

There was still no sight of her. But for the first time, her ship came into view. It stood alone in the clearing.

He looked around again. Nothing. No sound, no aura. He waited. He realized.

“God fucking damn it,” he said again, shifting the gasoline to the other hand.

“Let’s just do it. You do it. I’ll guard.” Lorelai pulled the gun off the back. She ushered him closer to the dormant ship, standing between him and the rest of the wood.

“Yeah, let’s just mix explosives while we wait for her to come ignite them herself, fuck it,” he grumbled. He was already getting to work though. He had remembered one recipe, at least.

“She wouldn’t blow up her own ship, would she? Probably just wants you close to it.”

Lorelai’s gun didn’t have a scope, but she kept her face level with the barrel like it helped her see the whole world more clearly.

He pressed the styrofoam down into the gasoline.

His hands stopped, abruptly, as he saw her crouched low to the ground, right beneath the ship. 

There was no time to react. The crouch turned into a pounce, immediately, and the knife was at his throat, and he had fucking napalm on his clothes.

He thrashed too much — and the knife got his throat again. She wasn’t trying to kill him. She’d never been trying to kill him. But she was losing her patience lately. They’d both stopped being careful. 

“You’re chinning out,” she gasped.

“I’m not,” he answered, childish, too defensive.

Johanna pulled her fist back. He flinched.

“You are!” 

He was.

Lorelai kicked her in the side of the head. That alone might’ve been enough to kill her, if she was fucking normal. It gave him the opening he needed, though. He drove her own knife into her neck. Johanna stopped moving.

He shoved her limp body back, immediately stripping his jacket off. It was soaked in the chemical. Parts of it had spilled onto his face, his neck, his hands. It burned distantly. He was shaking. 

~

Lorelai took over. Her hands weren’t shaking — and she knew her way around passenger ships more than he did. She knew how to fuck up the batteries on them. It would just take her a second.

All he had to do was guard the body.

He swore she’d gone down too easily that time. Had it actually been a trap? Had she even meant to lure them when she stood and stared like that, when she ran off? Maybe she was actually trying to forfeit this time. 

Her blood soaked into the dirt. What was her problem?

Her finger twitched again. He slammed the blade back down into her heart.

He hoped she couldn’t feel it. No matter who she was, he hoped to fucking god she couldn’t feel it. He knew firsthand what it was like to have the foreign object driven straight into the chest. He did it to her over and over again, every time she moved, drawing more blood than he would’ve thought possible. 

He thought he would be okay if he never saw blood again after this.

He took to sitting beside her body, his fingers pressed up against her wrist, awaiting the faintest pulse before he had to damp it down again.

He swore she was starting to come back from it faster. 

“Lorry, hurry the fuck up!” He yelled.

“I’m trying!”

“Switch with me?” He called hopefully.

“No, no, I almost got it.”

She shifted herself out from beneath the ship, carrying a long, thin piece of metal.

“I got it.” She grinned. She dragged the napalm mixture down to the ship’s guts. “Start running.”

Paris pulled the sword from Johanna’s torso. He backed up into the hill, slowly until Lorelai came back up to join him. Then he moved much, much faster. 

~

They were further than they needed to be for that kind of explosion, but Paris still pulled her down onto the ground to keep the shrapnel away. She watched with eager eyes, some latent appetite for destruction present in her yet. She liked to watch monster truck shows when she was little. This wasn’t that far off.

The first explosion was loud, but not as fiery as  she would’ve hoped. Not as colorful. It was mostly self-contained, traveling up into the ship, tearing it apart.

The secondary explosion was massive — and totally unplanned. She could feel the heat fresh up against her skin. So much light filled the valley. For a minute, everything was soaked in a brilliant red. Far away, she heard an alarm go off.

Paris blinked the gunpowder out of his eyes, laughing a little bit.

“-probably had bombs in the ship already. Fucking psycho-“

Her ears were ringing so badly she had barely heard him. She laughed too. Like she was ten years old, she held her hand up to him. It made them laugh harder. High-five!

[trueshellz]

Warmth

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: endometriosis, heavy bleeding, pain, cramping, reader crying, cuddles, tummy rubbing, female reader.

Summary: As if a 'normal' period wasn't bad enough...

Shugo dropped his bag in the hallway as he opened the door, eyes squinting in the dim light as he flicked the hallway switch. He couldn't hear you singing in the kitchen like usual, didn't hear the TV blasting a random movie like usual, there was no singing from the bathroom as you sat in the tub surrounded by bubbles.

It was utterly quiet.

He had been a little concerned when you hadn't attended the after game party, you were usually happy to meet his teammates and go out for food. He had trouble keeping Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu calm while you were around. They were so adamant on showing off and being loud, each of them vying for your attention and causing a scene. But today you had barely spoke to him, one or two word responses to his texts and declining his calls. Instead of staying out with his team he had chosen to leave early and figure out why you were avoiding him so much.

"Babe?"

Head peering around the door he sighed in relief when he saw you lying on the bed curled up on your side. He could hear the small whimpers of distress, each noise tugging at his heart and when he walked over to you, he could feel the wetness on your face from a mixture of tears and sweat. As he squatted down he saw the hot water bottle on your stomach, the plethora of medication on the bedside table and the could see you massaging your stomach in tight circles.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me?"

You shook your head adamantly, you had watched the boys play and celebrated their win at home by yourself. You had been all ready to go out for their post-game meal but your cramps had gone from niggling and irritating to flat out stabbing and devastating. Even after your strongest medications, a heat patch and hot water bottle you could barely move, your boobs were so painful that even your t-shirt against your nipples made you whimper in discomfort.

"Shh, I gotcha. Don't worry."

You couldn't help the whine of pain when the bed dipped, Shugo's hands pulling up your top gently to free your aching breasts. One hand tucked under them to take some of the pressure as he massaged them gently, the other hand rubbing small circles on your stomach. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest against your back, he must have taken his top off and lay behind you. He was always so warm, like your own life sized hot water bottle and had no issues with you using his warmth to ease the pain.

"Any better?"

"A bit... my boobs hurt so much, Meian. And the pills aren't working, I bled through two outfits and got one of your t-shirts dirty too. I'll wash it later, I'm sorry."

"Hey. Hey. Listen to me, do not apologise for this ok? Seeing you in pain kills me and I dont give two shits about my shirt. Just throw the damned thing in the trash, burn it for all I care."

"I just-"

"Baby, listen. Clothes and belongings mean shit all to me, you are the most important person in my life. OK?"

"OK."

Between the warmth of his body and the lull of his voice in your ear, the last thing you recalled was Shugo telling you the crazy antics of the team as your eyes drifted shut and you fell asleep.

[thealmightyemprex]

Universal Monsters Watch Through thoughts 6

So my watch through of Universal Monster films ends....On a whimper.This was the hardest batch to get thorugh cause the films were kind of meh and I was a little burnt out

26.Abott and Costello Meets the Invisble Man (1951)

So I always heard this was the funniest of the Abott and Costello Monster trilogy ,and while I personally prefer Meet Frankenstein...This was pretty fun .Arthur Franz is decent as an invisble boxer accused for murder,William Frawley has a fun role as a cop ,and the wronged man plot works here.The highlight of the film is the boxing match where the Invisible Man helps Lou pretend to be a boxer.My big complaints are....I dont like Bud here,hes too mean and conniving ,and honestly the comedic premise of Lou getting scared and Bud not beliving him wears thin for me

27.Creature From the Black Lagoon (1954)

So this is really the last film of the big ones,the last Universal monster introduced ,and owing less to the gothic feel of most of the other monsters ,we are firmly in the era of 1950's monster movies .Aside from Frankenstein,The Creature or Gill Man is the monster I have the most nostalgia for,for two reasons :First is when I was very young I actually went to Wakulla Springs for a fieldtrip ,where they filmed the underwater scenes from the movie (And got scared by a tourguide who implied the Creature might be real ).Second is when I was 12 I went with my Moms side of the family to Universal Studios Florida ,and spotted in the gift shop a bunch of Universal Monster DVD's ,but my mom said I could only get two ,so I got the FRankenstein set(Cause Frankenstein was already a favorite) and the Creature from the Black Lagoon set (Due to the Wakulla Springs trip which got me curious to see the movie )....Also due to getting those sets we got a few free tickets for Mummy 3 Tomb of the Dragon Emperor so that was fun .Anyway I watched Creature many times as a kid .....But while I have nostalgia for the film and love the Gill Man ....Every time I try to watch this film as an adult....I just feel it lacks something.The plot kind of meanders ,while the actors are great (Especially Julie Adams as the leading lady and Richard Dennings as the villain )I find the characters stiff and the ending is a big anticlimax .Not even mentioning the fact the Creatures theme is kind of annoying with how much it is used ....That said I do think this IS a good movie ,with excellent underwater cinematagorphy,the cast is exccellent as I said,the scene where Adams character and the Creature swim together is like an iconic movie moment,.....And the Creature himself is pretty great ,with an excellent design and being a monster I feel for .Also props to his two performers,Ricou Browning (For underwater scenes) and Ben Chapman (For the on land scenes ).Also one cannot deny the legacy of the film and influence it had,especially on filmmakers like Stephen Spielberg and Guillermo Del Toro

28.Revenge of The Creature(1955)

I mean...Its alright .I like the premise of the Gill Man being put on exhibit in Marineland in Florida (Also as a Floridian I am so delighted how much Florida has to play in the Universal Monsters verse,also being the setting forAbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein ) ,I feel true sympathy for the Gill Man who is being prodded and detained by scientists and its a pretty well made film.....My problem is I am rooting soley for the Gill Man as I dont give a damn about John Agar or any of the human characters .Also dont like the big ping pong eyes of the creature in this film.Though the film is fun to watch to spot a young Clint Eastwood .Not a bad film,decent sequel but not one of my faves

29.Abott and Costello Meet the Mummy (1955)

Tired.Thats the word to describe this film,tired .This was the comedy duos last film for Universal and it just feels routine ....But also over stuffed,with Bud and Lou having to deal with multiple factions of characters and the Mummy is barely in it .There is one funny bit where Bud and Lou keep switching a cursed amulet ,got some laughs and its better then most of the mummy flicks but I didnt have a fun time with it .Not even Michael Ansara could save this

30.Creature Walks Among Us(1956)

And at last we get to the final film in the Universal Monster cycle.....And while not a complete dud ,its pretty boring.Aside from the villain being a jealous husband the human characters might as well be carboard and not a lot happens.IT does have a cool premise though with the Gill Man getting burnt and surgically becoming more humanoid....And it solidifies the Gill Man as one of the most tragic of the monsters and the one with the most complete story.Will say while I dont like the movie .....The ending is great and a fitting capstone to this watch through

Final thoughts:This watch through was fun ,there were some duds (Mostly the Mummy movies ) ,but it soldified my love of these monsters ,actors and characters.Might do one more post about my overall thoughts but till then here is all 30 films ranked

The 30 Universal Monster films rankes

30.The Mummys Tomb

29.Werewolf of London

28.Invisble Agent

27.She Wolf of London

26.Mummys Hand

25.Mummys Curse

24.Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy

23.Creature Walks Among Us

22.Son of Dracula

21.House of Dracula

20.Invisible Woman

19.Ghost of Frankenstein

18.House of Frankenstein

17.Revenge of the Creature

16.Mummy

15:Mummys Ghost

14.The Invisible Mans Revenge

13.Abbott and Costello Meet The Invisible Man

12.Dracula's Daughter

11.Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman

10.Creature from the Black Lagoon

9.Dracula

8.Invisible Man Returns

7.Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein

6.Invisble Man

5..Son of Frankenstein

4.Phantom of the Opera

3.Wolf Man

2.Frankenstein

1.Bride of Frankenstein

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[vanlegion]

S19 Mini Theory - Staff of Charon Fight

Okay, so I was rewatching some S13 stuff for funsies (a funny af "shotgun" moment). . . but I kept watching to the end. So here's a theory I had before, but now it's changed up a bit because I was wrong about the ORDER... and now I'm actually kind of flipping my shit just a touch if I'm right. I'll add a read more break here:

So lemme just start off all of this Preamble saying, IF we actually get to see the Staff of Charon fight, which was possibly teased by the Simulation run teaser Church was doing... Then this is my new theory for this fight (Which I assume will be at the very beginning of the movie). Okay, so at the end, Church is giving his little speech and saying how this is gonna have to be his last real moment with everyone. He's got to 'deconstruct' himself, and that the fragments he leaves behind will help them all get through the fight. When he says this, the fragments flash on the screen in a particular line up order. . . which also line up with certain characters in the same shot. A line up I was originally got wrong. This is the line up:

There are 6 fragments and technically six characters in this shot. When I first thought how the fight would go, I imagined some people would get some of the fragments somehow. I wasn't sure how it would be done until Church basically said he'd have to break himself up, but I digress. One of my first assumptions was that Delta would go to Simmons. He's typically the "smart" one and Delta is a logical AI. I also assumed this because I figured there might be a Holo-Lock they'd have to break through and so far, Simmon's is usually called to lock-pick a door. (*coughYorkVibescough*) Now however... After seeing this shot? HO-LY Fuck. Delta staying with Tucker makes sense. He's going to need a logical voice helping him with that suit. He'll be able to do his Big Damn Hero thing but with also with a calculated precision Delta can give him. Theta, almost invisible but there in between Tucker and Caboose, would go to Caboose. They are both childlike and find a lot of things scary, but Caboose is also good at not letting those scary things get to him. Theta will be able to protect him, I feel. Gamma with Lopez. I don't think I need to expand much on this. The Twins - Eta and Iota. . . Would go to Doc and O'Malley. Two Minds. Sarge getting Sigma somewhat surprised me, but after mulling it over, I realized that Sarge has always had the fiery passion of battle burn in his heart. I feel this will help keep Sarge sharp and speedy, and possibly we may even see him use his shotgun with new strategy.

Which leaves Omega with Simmons. This kind of shocked me at first. But then, again, taking a moment to reflect on it, this could possibly be fitting. Simmons can fight fairly well as it is, however, he can crack under pressure pretty fast. I feel like Omega is going to drive him to keep fighting even when shit looks really bad. He may even lose a bit of fear. He already seems to have a penchant for fighting - he enjoys it. He also at some point when Omega was a threat before, made sure to prep himself mentally in case Omega jumped back into him.

Of course, this is all speculation and theory over a fight that may or may not happen . . . but like, after that teaser with Church, I feel like if we DONT get that epic fight we're getting kinda robbed. But if I'm right about this, just. . . holy fuck. Anywho, regardless of all of this, I also have this far out/introspective Comic Idea that takes place at this moment. I'm going to call it an AU at this point because we get S19 in a month. But I wanna see if I can get the comic done before then. Let's say Church has one last internal conversation with someone, and gives them a temporary promotion... providing they help him and step their lazy ass up.

[slickchickchocolatier]

hi hi i hope you're okay. May i request a heethan or helel (preferably heethan since he's better at comforting) in which he comforts the reader when she feels useless and feels like giving up, ik its a sensitive topic but i have been like so useless and been depressed lately so i need a lil bit of comfort :)

So i decided to do this drabble a little different. Set in the same universe, and heethan is still heethan but i made this more personal for you and pictured this in you meeting heethan for the first time. so this is like.....a very fresh start, like a beginning to your own story with heethan if you will look at it that way. i hope this makes you feel better. <3

"Bloom where you're planted...."

Warnings: thoughts of (hinted) suicide, giving up, depression, and loneliness. Some fluff.

Walking through the nature trail, seemingly enjoying the scenery, you made your way down the path with a facade, to mask away your true feelings. It was a beautiful spring day, too bad your mood couldn't match it. Lately, you just haven't been feeling so worthy of continuing on. You're not sure if it was one thing or a thousand others, but something was definitely eating you up and causing you to have thoughts and feelings in wanting to disappear, or just become incoherent.

Somehow in the recent months, you've all but had it, if only you had the ability to tell your heart to give in and to stop it. Why was this so hard? Why was everything hard? Why did nothing make sense? Why can't you get anything right? Why cant you feel more productive? You felt as if you dont contribute to anything in life itself, and yet you keep taking in all of it's sucker punches and have to deal with everything. What was the meaning of it all? What was the purpose of going on and having nothing to show for it? Why did you feel so damn.....

"Useless....."

There was an emptiness, a disease of loneliness that ate you up and poisoned your body with tainted thoughts and horrifying nightmares. The thoughts were there, you just didn't have the courage to go all the way through with....at least...not yet. That's what scared you, what if your sense of emptiness gets worse? What if you continue to live feeling scared and dead inside?

You continued to take your steps and aimlessly wandered, following the natural made trail. No one was around or in sight, which you hadn't minded since being surrounded by others and feeling invisible felt far worse than actually being alone. Catching sight of a large log, covered in fresh, bright green, grassy moss, you gently perched yourself atop and crossed your legs over as you propped your elbow and rest your chin in your palm. The moss was soft, and provided a soft cushion for you as you sat long and stared into the abyss of stoic air and stale plants. Hours went by, while some people would find it fallow to sit and stare at the ground for such a long period, this became a usual habit for you. Why can't you find your calling? Your meaning to go on.....couldn't the universe just send you a signal or a sign? Why did it feel that the move was moving forward, and you were being left behind? Why? Nothing helped. Nothing eased the pain. The thoughts of giving up just became stronger and stronger, and that disease.....that aforementioned sickness only grew.

Deep in your darkest thoughts, you feel to the state of ignorance when you realized that you failed to hear his footsteps breaching you. It wasn't until he stepped on a small twig, that the snap caught your attention and shot you out of your zoned mentality. Turning your head, you looked over to see a man walking nearby. He was tall, lean, and built rather hard, considering the flexed muscles and veins that were on his hands and forearms. He had a hat that covered majority of his features, leaving only his mouth and the tip of his nose exposed. His shaggy hair laid down, sightly spurred on the sides, pass the helix of his ears as the length of it tapered in length towards the back of his neck. Carrying a single water bottle in one of his hands, he looked to be calmly enjoying a nice walk while remaining pensive in thought.

Noticing your frame, he lifts his chin and gains a better view as he peers down from the hood of his cap.

The very second he made eye contact with you, you immediately felt shy and shunned your gaze back towards the ground. He had such a handsome face and yet, it was paired with a rather lustful glare, you did your best to remain composed, hoping that he wouldn't noticed how flushed your face was becoming.

"Huh...." you heard him faintly humph out after seeing you. Walking over, he perches a seat right next to you. This was awkward.

"I didn't know anyone else knew about this spot." he calmly initiates conversation. His voice was so deep and yet light. It had a perfect balance in harmony of a depth tone and heightened pitch.

"oh...uh.....is....is this like your secret hideout?" you slightly teased as you nervously smiled, still keeping your vision towards the lush grass at the bottom of your feet.

"Heh...yeah, something like that." he chuckles out as he too keeps his gaze forward, softly admiring the view of the large field of poppies and daisy's. "Whats your name?" he asks.

"....mm?....y/n........and you?"

"Ethan."

Nodding, you gestured that it was nice to meet him. Trying to figure out a way to leave without enhancing the state of awkwardness with the handsome stranger, you were cut off in thought when he suddenly interrupts your thought process.

"Isn't life funny sometimes?"

".......i'm sorry?"

Smirking, he continues to admire the floral pasture as he crosses his arms and tilts his head. "We're surrounded by so much......life tests us with trials and tribunes of living, trying to make meaning out of it. We spend so much time worrying about the past, the future, and the present, that we ignore the true concepts of living."

He was so philosophical with his words, the man looked to be of college age, and you wondered if he was majoring in some sort of humanities program and psychology. Why was he saying all of this to you?

"I'm sorry....but i dont quite understand.....a-are you a poet?" you slightly laughed out. He chuckles back, all the while keeping his eyes on those flowers before you two.

"Something like that....." he says once more in response.

"oh.......well.......i'm sorry for intruding on your secret spot.....i should be getting back, i've been here for a while." You got up, but before you could take a single step towards exiting the location, you felt a gentle grab around your wrist.

"Come with me."

You slightly panicked. The man seemed nice and was good looking, but you didn't even know him, yet he was a bit forceful in dragging you over to whatever location he was taking you to. Too stunned to speak, you merely trailed behind. HIs grip was somewhat harsh, yet the constant stroking of his thumb below your palm somewhat eased your senses and reassured you that he meant you no harm. It actually felt....comforting.

Stopping at a random spot, surrounded by bushels of honey suckle vines, he pulls you over to his side.

"See this?" he shows you a beautiful rose that grew straight out from the ground. It was a bright shade of burgundy and had bright green leaves to match its stem. The petals looked almost like velvet, you had never seen a rose such as this, it was so amazingly beautiful, it took your breath away. What was even more potent than its appearance, was the amazing scent that emitted from it.

Suddenly, your heart dropped when his hand came into view, and did something you were not expecting. Grasping the stem near the base, he rips the entire rose plant from the ground, the small bits of its root prickling out from the bottom. Gasping, you looked with a saddened expression.

"Oh my goodness....why did you do that? its' such a beautiful plant, its going to die."

"Hm.......exactly."

Looking confused, you somewhat glared at him, only to watch his stern look soften as he pulls on your wrist, slightly closing the distance between you two.

"that's a good reaction. glad to see you hadn't entirely given up or lost your sense...."

you looked up. Were you really that transparent? was the lack of life in your eyes that apparent that he could tell you were being eaten up by something just merely minutes after meeting you? You felt rather embarassed and confused. Yet he kept talking, and his words did more than triggered a spark in the depths of your soul.

"Life can be so tricky. A long time ago, roses really didn't contribute to anything. They grew and took up ground space, really not having any purpose. There was even a time, where this plant was considered a weed, because of its' thorns. Yet, before man decided to act on burning it out of existence in this world, we discovered that this ornamental flower had some use when it came to creating scents, perfumes, and other forms of aromatherapy. There's a use for it after all.....we just had to give it time to discover it."

Your eyes began to glisten, as he leaned his face at a tilt and slightly closer towards yours.

"You felt sad when i snagged it out of the ground.....because you dont want it to die. You want to continue looking at it, smelling it.....to appreciate it. Dont you?" his hand brushes up and caresses your cheek.

"So then why not be more like this rose?" Taking your hand, he places the plant in your hand, after chipping off the thorns from its stem. "Take it home, and plant it. If life didn't give you a meaning in life, then make one for yourself.......take this plant, it needs you in order to survive now......this.....is your meaning, until you find your calling."

Looking deep into your eyes, he continues to reflect the symbolic meaning of inner growth.

"You're going to see, that life while life isn't always pleasant, no matter if you're human or a plant, things can happen.....life can snag you away at the root, and toss you over. You might feel dead, you might feel incapable of doing much.....whether you throw this rose aside, or plant it anywhere else, its' going to continue to grow, because it knows that while it wasn't immediate, it eventually found it's purpose in life.....and it brings joy to the world. it just took a little bit of time is all."

His hand rubbed your shoulders, as he looks down at the ground. "If i asked you to come back here next week, would you?"

You stayed silent, and nodded. You truly felt it right to abide by his request after hearing the softness in his voice.

You walked back with him, and he even gave you a ride back home. Normally you wouldn't trust a stranger so much but this man....Ethan, he was so different. There was something about him that was bringing back warmth....the warmth you lost....

He stopped at a store and picked up a planter, some soil, and helped you replant the rose. Bidding you a temporary goodbye, he leaves.

After just three days, you saw that the rose, which had initially gained a wilt from being removed from it's home and replanted in a foreign matter, it regained its vibrancy as you started to notice new baby leaves sprouting from the stem. The rose itself had wilted, with the petals all fallen, leaving only the bud, yet there were new ones forming near the base. You nurtured it, continued to water it as instructed by Ethan, and watched as it continued to grow. By the end of the week, the rose plant grew a half an inch, and was doing so well. You couldn't lie, it was nice having a plant to greet you whenever you came home, something that relied on you, just as much as you relied on it. You were so eager for those buds to bloom, longing to smell that fragrance once again in the comfort of your own abode.

He came and picked you up, and he walked you over to the exact location where first met. Gently guiding you to the area where he snagged the plant, he points down and shows you, and to your initial disbelief, you swore you felt like crying all over again....but out of pure joy this time. Right at the same spot where the seasoned plant was once at, there in its youthful glory, was a small rose plant forming and growing. The leaves were smaller, yet the form and the small thorns were instantly recognizable.

"No matter what life does....or doesnt do for you....always bloom wherever you're planted." he says.

You look up at wanted to thank him, you wanted to say so much to him but you just didn't even know where to begin. Yet somehow, it was as if he knew, and he nodded as a gesture in letting you know that it was alright, that words weren't necessary, just the soft smile and the vibrancy of your personality coming through was more than enough.

"You know y/n......you laughing.......it makes me happy." he remarks.

"....it does?"

"yeah......."

Walking you back to his car, he tells you.....

................

"So now that you know......dont give up.......for me......."

Authors notes: idk about you, but i feel like buying and raising a rose plant now. I feel like sometimes, when life just feels a bit empty, it always helps to have something that gives us meaning and purpose, like the rose plant did for y/n in this drabble. I feel like for those of us that feel left behind or just useless, its only because our purpose and significance in this world hasn't come to fruition because greatness, takes much more time to mold. that's all. give it time and continue to be healthy, appreciate nature, and treat yourself to a coffee here and there. <3 things will get better ;)

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[pesterloglog]

Jade Harley, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 6291-6297

JADE: excuse me but did you just "laugh your ass off" at me under your breath

ROXY: ummm

ROXY: yea

ROXY: maybe

JADE: :|

JADE: i fail to see what is so amusing

ROXY: u do

ROXY: seriously?

JADE: .....

JADE: ok i guess the situation is a little funny because of this absurd folder

JADE: and the fact that i woofed at you probably didnt help either

JADE: but im not here to share a good laugh over the old ladys sense of design or her penchant for scrapbooking!

JADE: i am here to make sure that you do as youre told

ROXY: ugh

JADE: now take the file and review your assignment

ROXY: i already looked at it

ROXY: its dumb and impossible and i aint cooperating w her regardless!

JADE: yes you will

ROXY: can we change the subject

JADE: no

ROXY: arent you jakes grandma

JADE: thats what he told me when we were pen pals

JADE: but i think its more accurate to say im his alternate universe biological daughter

ROXY: oh

ROXY: that clears that up then

JADE: yes, it does :p

JADE: now take the damn folder

ROXY: so alt grannydaughter english

ROXY: whyre u part dog + evil lookin

JADE: DO NOT CALL ME THAT!!!

ROXY: what

JADE: my surname is harley not english

JADE: but you may refer to me as jade, or ma'am if you are feeling especially nervous and deferential

JADE: which as it turns out is the way you should be feeling about me, ALWAYS >:B

ROXY: LOL!!!

JADE: lol WHAT

ROXY: jade i am in no way buying that ur normally this pompous and tyrannical

ROXY: the shtick rly doesnt suit you its so obvious

ROXY: why you doin the batterhags tacky bidding anyway

ROXY: she got you under an xtra terrestrial fish spell or

JADE: SILENCE!!!!!!

ROXY: OOF!

JADE: open the file

ROXY: mrphmmphumph

JADE: OPEN IT!

ROXY: fine :(

ROXY: ok i opened it

ROXY: hey look its the same shit as before

ROXY: im supposed to make this weird knobbly spike ball appear out of nothin

JADE: yes

ROXY: ok got it

ROXY: let me give it a shot then

ROXY: ...

ROXY: welp still impossible

ROXY: what now maam??

JADE: it is not impossible

ROXY: is 2

JADE: you are the rogue of void

JADE: dont you know what that means?

ROXY: i dunno

ROXY: means i can turn invisible and stuff?

ROXY: like the blonde in that crappy superhero quartet

JADE: it means a lot more than that

JADE: your true powers are more impressive than those of anyone else in your crappy quartet

JADE: in fact i would say they are almost as cool as mine >:)

ROXY: not sure the ability to make weird spikeballs outta nothin is all that cool tbh

JADE: not just spikeballs!

JADE: imagine that your title is roughly synonymous with "one who steals nothing"

JADE: what do you think it means to be able to steal nothing?

ROXY: it means

ROXY: im like a shitty cat burglar who sucks at her job?

JADE: WRONG

JADE: it means just the opposite

JADE: it means you can steal the essence of nothingness from something

JADE: you can rob nothingness from an idea if you put your mind to it

JADE: effectively allowing you to conjure virtually anything out of thin air

ROXY: omg

ROXY: u cant be serious

ROXY: that is way too much superpower 4 a dork like me 2 have

JADE: grrrrr...

ROXY: oh no

ROXY: pls dont growl @ me dogjade

ROXY: is legit frightening :(

JADE: im sorry, but your remarks of self deprecation made me very angry

JADE: once i was even more of a dork than you

JADE: but now i am one of the most powerful beings who has ever existed

JADE: i dont want to hear any whining about what you think you cant do

JADE: you are hereby under strict orders from myself and her condescension to "clam up" and conjure that orb, do you understand?

ROXY: so im just supposed to

ROXY: sit here and think about this ugly ball

ROXY: and twiddle my fingers or somethin

ROXY: ?

JADE: you tell me

JADE: space is my racket, not void

ROXY: maybe it would help if i knew what the dang thing WAS

ROXY: how am i supposed to steal the nonexistence from a concept when the concept only exists in my mind as "ugly ball"

JADE: its called the matriorb

JADE: it is the key to resurrecting the troll race

JADE: once you create it the empress will hatch it on an uninhabited planet located beyond the reach of her cruel employer

JADE: there her people will have another chance to thrive without the ever looming threat of extinction that comes with his influence

JADE: so you see roxy, there is nothing noble about refusing to help

JADE: once an entire alien race went extinct because of a terrible monster, and you can help give them a second chance

JADE: dont you want that?

ROXY: um

ROXY: in theory sure i guess

ROXY: but ur basically asking me to bring a lot of people back to life so they can be slaves to that witch

ROXY: u want me to help make all these fresh new trolls but then just turn em over to her? like here you go have fun SNORKELBITCH MEGAHITLER

ROXY: i do not actually think i wanna do that??

JADE: yes fair enough, but heres the other thing...

JADE: if you dont i am going to kill you

ROXY: oh noes

JADE: oh yesses!

JADE: a literal plurality of yesses

JADE: seeing as you are a god tier it is very likely you will come back to life

JADE: so i can just keep killing you over and over a different way each time

JADE: maybe i will disembowel you a few times

JADE: i will not even need to use my sharp doggy teeth!

JADE: i will just snap my fingers and your delicious guts will teleport outside your body

ROXY: ew!

JADE: no way more like yum

JADE: i will just keep on killing you again and again

JADE: until you finally get tired of dying and follow your orders

ROXY: maaan

ROXY: evil jade is sucky jade

JADE: i believe you will find i am the suckiest jade there is

JADE: now we are going to be here in this cell for as long as it takes

JADE: i am not going anywhere until you try doing your voidey thing and make something appear

JADE: is that understood?

ROXY: blehhhh

ROXY: fine

ROXY: why u gotta be so awful jade

ROXY: really putting a cramp on us makin choice new friends w each other

ROXY: oh well here goes

ROXY: all twiddlin my fingers and such

ROXY: busting out tha MAJYYXXX! prayin up a storm to the holy wizardchrist they aint fake...

ROXY: alright check it

ROXY: one jank ass space egg coming up

ROXY: ABRACA HAPPEN!

ROXY: this is not a space egg

JADE: no, its not

ROXY: balls

ROXY: guess i effed up my void spell

ROXY: what is this thing

JADE: thats a perfectly generic object

ROXY: its perfectly generic?

JADE: yes

ROXY: dunno about that

ROXY: looks like a green cube to me

ROXY: with like

ROXY: slightly beveled corners

JADE: thats what a perfectly generic object is

ROXY: couldnt something theoretically be more generic than this

JADE: how

ROXY: um

ROXY: i dunno

JADE: exactly

ROXY: :\

JADE: if you want your powers to reach their full potential youre going to need to become more familiar with the fundamental building blocks of ideas and how they translate into more complicated thoughts and forms

JADE: then it becomes a simple matter of using your abilities to snatch those concepts from unreality

ROXY: sounds too hard

ROXY: better start killing me repeatedly and get it over with

JADE: we both know you dont think its too hard, you think it sounds like an interesting challenge

ROXY: dammit!

ROXY: (fucken jakes wily bitch ass grandma)

JADE: this is a very good start though

JADE: with a little practice im sure our empress will have her orb in no time

ROXY: well at least i know i can make a whole lot of these boring cubes if all else fails

ROXY: hey maybe ill build a sick fort outta them

ROXY: hehehe jade tell me that wouldnt be so baller

JADE: it would be fairly baller

ROXY: fyeah

JADE: keep trying for that orb though

JADE: i will return in a while to review your progress

JADE: and remember, dont get any funny ideas

ROXY: but p much all my ideas are funny

JADE: i mean dont try to escape!

JADE: even if you are invisible i will be able to track you down instantly

JADE: my sense of smell is very good

JADE: now if youll excuse me i have some business to attend to

ROXY: what business

JADE: i am still trying to locate my brother

JADE: but im having trouble picking up his scent

JADE: hes using his windy powers to obscure the trail and its giving me fits

ROXY: windy powers eh

ROXY: who is your bro?

JADE: woof!!!

JADE: i mean shoosh :x

JADE: that is enough questions from you

JADE: now i believe you have a space egg to conjure

ROXY: (mumble mumble egg mumble shove it grumble)

JADE: what?

ROXY: (mumble mutter my fat ass)

JADE: farewell roxy

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ttpd thoughts

loving fortnight 

the echos in headphones in fortnight>>>>> 

apartment, department rhyme in ttpd is so satisfying 

i also love the “im not patti smith” and all the other artist references in ttpd

WAIT IS SHE CALLING THEM TORTURED POETS?????

“you’d kill yourself if i ever leaved” (ttpd) thats so fucking toxic bro 

i love the beginning of mbobhft

why are so many of these songs so sad/hurtful/heartbreaking and yet the tone makes them a bop

“fuck it if i cant have us” (down bad) why is this kinda relatable and also not- 

lowkey sounds like tay and joes relationship was really toxic 

“i stopped cpr / after all, it’s no use” (so long, london) - it’s def a reference OR the reason for the heartbeat in you’re losing me

i need to play so long london and london boy at the same time and i need for them to match (they prob wont but its a NEED)

the intro to daddy i love him sounds like miss americana eras tour version/the opening of the eras tour when the clock is ticking and then the montage of “it’s been a long time coming” starts

but daddy i love him ??? omg

love the florence and the machine verse in florida

so many florida references in the beginning of the album? then they stop after florida??? tay what is this

also several references to texas 

note that drug problems have been mentioned several times - “my drug is my baby?” - was taylor’s love/obsession with joe like a drug problem and it ruined their relationship that way??

“who’s afraid of little old me? they should be” jaw DROPPED

“i’m so depressed i act like it’s my birthday… every day” (icdiwabh) 

icdiwabh is a bop

ICDIWABH IS MY SONG STOP- “i’m so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague” 

icdiwabh also sounds similar to you’re losing me around 2:03

“i was grinning like i’m winning, i was hitting my marks, cause i can do it withe a broken heart” sounds similar to “no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since” 

“i’m a real tough kid, i can handle my shit, said baby gotta fake it til you make it and i did” —OMG????

the breath at the beginning of the smallest man who ever LIVED????? LAST KISS TAYLOR IS BACK

taylor explicitly saying fuck you to the person who the song is about- (joe?)- she’s never done that before holy shit

“i dont miss what we had but will someone give a message to tsmwel” - “you go talk to your friends talk to my friends talk to me”

“once your queen had come” - SHITTING ON BRITISH PPL??? LMAO

TSMWEL CHORUS???? STOP- 

she is destroying joe

“who are we to fight the alchemy” - LIKE HOW IF YOU HAVE TOO MUCH OF THE CHEMICAL FORM OF LOVE YOU BECOME OBSESSIVE??? IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED WITH THEIR RELATIONSHIP??? OMG 

clara bow is giving the lucky one x mean

“you look like taylor swift in this light” what????

i love her for name dropping herself

“old habits die SCREAMING” the instrumental there??? genius songwriting. it sounds like screaming 

the black dog entirely is incredible

i relate to imgonnagetyouback so much its a lil concerning 

wait so high school is actually really cute i hope its about travis

it has so many references too i love it 

also, its relatable 

another fuck you in thanK you aIMee?? woah

wait actually thanK you aIMee is really cute 

but also toxic damn

but what is up with the capitalized letters? KIM??? i wonder if that’s the name of the person who the song is actually about - WAIT DIDNT TAYLOR HAVE BEEF WITH KIM KARDASHIAN??? IS IT ABOUT HER OMG

(the prophecy) - “slow is the quicksand” kinda parallels “green was the color of the grass” in invisible string, it’s the same writing style

“even statues crumble if they’re made to wait” - “i feel like my castle is crumbling down”

the amount of parallels - im sure there are some i haven’t noticed, too, jesus

the prophecy hurts 

the bolter is giving elementary school girl who can run really fast and all the boys are in love with her 

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i dont know how active the red embrace: hollywood fandom is over here (i havent really looked ghfkdsjg) but here: AO3 link

(i appreciate any support over on ao3 but ill post the full chapter here too!)

and the darkness has not overcome it

As the blinding glow of the lights and his cocktail of drugged blood faded, Heath took a step back and failed to realize what he’d done, not until he returned to the hotel...

And set his eyes on the freshly embraced vampire he thought he’d left for dead at the Abattoir.

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Heath/Female Player Character

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, setting appropriate levels of sexual content, named OC, Sire Heath, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Iscari Player

Words: 4.5k

Coella clasped her hands together in front of her chest, a mimic of a prayer as she practically felt the drawing glow of a halo cast rays from behind her head, drawing the gaze of those who would otherwise pay her no mind.

She wasn’t used to garnering attention, much too comfortable hiding herself like a frightened animal in the corners of gatherings like this. She was used to her words carrying on the wind, whispered wisps of thoughts, tapering off as she realized she wasn’t being listened to- not this. 

Not starved, desperate, antsy gazes of those who waited to hear her verdict. 

To them she was the newly embraced, the neutral party- Saorise’s lackey who ran with all of LA’s crowds, had a friend or two in each of the three warring clans—or to some, a saint, sent to settle this years-long dispute between the three LA clans, an angel whose words could reach even the coldest, stillest hearts. 

She didn’t do anything to earn this unwarranted political favor, to end up in the hot seat, she was just… lonely. Lonely and scared and she wanted someone to understand her, to listen to her, to comfort her- instead, she offered her comfort, her own listening ear, her own, apparently, calming presence. 

And now, she stood on a stage in the last neutral ground of LA’s vampire clans, tasked with declaring it under the control of whichever clan she deemed worthy… 

~~~

Her story had started in that very same club, one late night after another bombed audition, she’d sat at the bar, nursing something strong and sweet and trying desperately to cling to the last dredges of her Hollywood dream. 

Why else would she have come to Hollywood, other than to make it- a model, actress, or singer, as some kind of A-list celebrity. 

In the spotlight… 

It was the far off dream of a little girl who hadn’t had a home, and could never feel settled in the one she’d been brought into, no matter how much love she’d been showered with. Nothing could fill the hole in her heart that had formed in the years she’d spent unwanted, unseen, invisible. 

But Los Angeles… the city of angels… it held the key to filling that space in her chest. She just knew it. 

She’d starved herself for this role, stayed up a couple of nights trying to get the lines just right, practicing in the mirror, haunted by the sight of her own reflection, only seeing that lost little girl each time she glanced in her own, dull gray eyes. 

“Damn them,” she murmured, staring sadly down at her drink. Her savings were whittling away, more and more with each failed audition, each photographer that ghosted her after taking her money and pictures- she’d have to move back home soon, at this rate. 

Or worse, call her adoptive father and beg him for some more money. 

He’d give it, of course he would, but he’d ask her how she was doing, ask her if she’s going to visit home soon, and he’d end the call knowing that she was struggling. 

Hell, if she sounded too pitiful, he’d probably drive out there to drag her home himself. 

“Rough night…?” A soft voice called- much too soft to be heard over the pounding music of the Abattoir, but somehow she heard it as clear as if the room were silent, as a man moved to take the empty seat beside her. 

He had a glass of dark, dark red liquid. Red wine, at a bar like this? 

Coella slowly dragged her gray gaze up towards his face, having a hard time discerning his features from the flashing, colorful lights of the club. She caught a few glimpses, though- sad, hazy green eyes, a sharp jawline, reddish lips, a flash of white teeth. 

She felt drawn to him, a moth to a bright, lonely lighthouse. 

“I guess you could say that,” she replied, her own voice too soft to really be heard- but when she looked up to repeat herself, she could see him tilting his head inquisitively, as if prompting her to continue. 

Tucking a strand of whitish blonde hair behind her ear, she continued, “I bombed an audition today... Stumbled over the lines, even though I practiced them like, like I should have known those lines better than I knew how to breathe, but- but I just froze, or something. Third one in the last couple weeks, just…” she let out a troubled sigh, taking another long swig of her drink, blinking as it pushed her over the threshold from sad tipsy, to despairing drunk. “Even when I don’t bomb them, it’s like I’m invisible to those people. Like- like what do I have to do to be seen?!”

Suddenly remembering the pretty stranger she was talking to, Coella’s face flushed, glancing up at him in worry—expecting to see a man who didn’t realize he’d picked a crazy emotional broad to chat up, or something. As her lips parted to apologize, he spoke- 

“I see you.”

Three words, quiet, drifting into her ears like a melody, and the young woman could feel herself melting. She could have cried—it was stupid, but it was like this man was hypnotizing her. 

“Y- You… um, I- I’m sorry,” she’d said, staring up at his ever-changing face, the strobe lights making it entirely impossible to get a good look at him. She’d had more to say, but was finding it hard to remember what it was, as she fell into his eyes. Deep green and sad, hazy like he wasn’t really all the way there, looking down at her. 

The man was silent, fidgeting with the end of a dark colored scarf that hung limply over his shoulders, head tilted as he looked down at her. His gaze was hungry, but soft, conflicted. Like he was debating whether to say or do something else. 

Part of her wanted to scurry away, some feeling of nervousness rising in her throat, despite his soothing presence. Maybe it was because he was a little too perfect, that he’d showed up to listen to what she needed to get off her chest, and say exactly what she needed to hear… 

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t… um, catch your name…?” Coella finally stammered out, her heart hammering in her ribcage, trying to jump out and run away before she stupidly started to fall for this man she’d just met. 

“It’s… River. And… yours?” The man replied, his voice drifting into her ears once again, as he dragged a finger down his wine glass, keeping his gaze on her face. 

“River…” she repeated, before shaking her head. “Mine’s- um, Coella. Sorry for rambling on before, I’m just- just, a little frustrated. You- I’m sure you know how it is for us newcomers. Starry-eyed and naive, I- I just need a reality check. Drinking isn’t doing much to help me, a- and- um, I’m rambling again…”

A soft laugh fell from his lips next, and Coella swore she saw the white of a sharp fang peek out from behind them- probably just the flashing lights. She was too focused on how nice his laugh sounded to notice the wry quirk of his lips. 

“There’s nothing wrong with holding on to that, innocence. Sometimes it’s better if the curtains never get pulled back,” River replied, shaking his head a little as he took a long drink from his glass. When he set it back down on the bar, it was on the side that she was resting her hand, his fingers brushing against her’s. 

Coella felt the spark before she felt the chill of his skin, focusing only on how her heart raced. He sounded like he knew exactly what lay behind the proverbial curtain, and she was beginning to grow more and more curious- she wanted to know what he knew, see what he’s seen. What more to Hollywood was there? 

Feeling emboldened by the few dirty Shirley's she’s downed, Coella brushed her fingers against his, on purpose, tilting her head to look up at his eyes. “It’s not a bad thing- to lift the curtain. I want to be on the other side, instead of looking in from the outside. I- I want to shine, wouldn’t you?”

River looked taken aback for a moment, before his face settled into something almost sad, though he was smiling at her, that haziness in his green eyes only settling deeper. 

“Do you?”

Coella nodded earnestly—whether or not he really was in the acting scene, like she felt like he was, the connection she felt with him was undeniable. When he took her hand and led her to the back of the club, somewhere secluded, where they’d already passed other couples halfway to copulating, she followed without protest, stumbling a little behind him. 

Though they’d come to a corner where they were no longer under the strobing, colorful lights, Coella found she still couldn’t focus on his face—though she’d barely gotten a chance to try, as his lips pressed to her’s, hot despite how chilled his skin felt against her’s. 

His hand slid down her back, settling in the dip to keep her pressed tight against his chest as their lips hungrily collided. 

The blondish girl felt pinpricks of pain as he bit her lip, before something more euphoric rushed through her. He licked the blood that flowed from his bite, before kissing down to her neck, where he’d nuzzled her pulse point, lapping at her warm, flushed skin. 

“Do you… want to see the stars?” River murmured against her skin, his voice sounding and feeling much more far away than it had at the bar. Like he was seconds from pulling away and leaving her there, high and dry. 

“Yes, yes, please,” Coella pleaded softly, fingers curled in the material of his leather jacket, terrified of losing this opportunity. Whatever it was, a passionate love affair, or something more—a foot in the door.  

He swore softly against her skin, before he sunk his teeth in her neck—much less gently, than anything else he’d done that night, and the shock made Coella sober up in an instant, as she felt her warmth draining into him. 

“W… Wait…” she whispered, her own voice sounding far away, her hands clinging much tighter to the stranger. The initial euphoric feeling was fading into something colder, the longer his mouth stayed latched to her neck, her pounding heart beginning to slow, turning quiet. 

Instead of clinging to him, her hands began to claw at his arms, weakly trying in vain to stop him before he’d drained her completely, her eyelids fluttering as her consciousness waned. 

Was this it? Her last hurrah in Hollywood, being murdered by some psycho vampire fetishist, with no accomplishments under her belt? 

Was this how her unremarkable stint in the city of angels was going to come to an end? Quietly passing away in the back of a booming club, her body to be found by the clean up crew later? Would they just leave her unknown, left in an unmarked grave, her family left to wonder what happened to her? 

As the last dredges of her life faded, warm, coppery blood was smeared across her lips, dripping into her mouth and down her throat. 

Then she felt her body as it was lowered to the ground, footsteps hurrying away.

Left to die. 

~~~

When Coella came to, seconds, minutes, hours later—she could tell something was… wrong. The dim lights of the back hallway were too bright, the booming club music, which had already been too loud for the poor sensory-sensitive girl, was now deafening, and she could very clearly hear the smacking moans of the other couple a little ways down the hallway. 

All of that, but she couldn’t hear her own heart beating any longer, and she felt… cold. Very cold. 

Rising to her feet, her hands trembled as she looked down at them, opening and closing her fingers. The first thing she noticed was her nails- previously cracked and chewed on, were now healed and shiny, as if buffed. She reached up to give her cheek a pat, unsure if this was real life, or if she’d begun dreaming. 

Soft flesh pushed against her fingers, damp with tears. She wiped her face and pulled out a mirror quickly, being greeted by the reflection of two, glowing silver eyes. Pulling the compact back a little to take in the rest of her appearance, she found her skin paler, but smoother, her stress breakout was gone. Her skin practically glowed, as if inlaid with diamonds, and her hair was smooth and shiny, too. 

It… must have just been the alcohol. Or the sex she didn’t quite remember having, if that… happened at all. She shuddered, her stomach turning at the thought of that man taking advantage of her when she passed out. 

She stumbled further down the hallway, and out the back door as her stomach turned really sour, and she threw up the last dredges of her very last meal, completely emptying the contents of her stomach. 

On her knees, she slid a hand up her thigh, checking- with a bit of relief, finding that her panties were still there, untouched. That was… comforting. Still, not knowing for sure made her skin crawl, a very real fear making her feel like her stomach was going to turn again. She felt dirty, and she wanted to go home and take a shower, then call home. 

“Havin’ fun down there?” 

Coella jumped, stumbling to her feet, hands shooting to her sides at the sound of a voice, a nice southern drawl. 

Fearful, like a rabbit caught in the sights of an apex predator, she dragged her eyes up to the source of the voice, finding a pair of light-colored glowing eyes peering at her from behind a pair of sunglasses. It was definitely still night time. 

“How- d-did you see- I mean, I wasn’t- I j-just wanted to make sure-” Coella stumbled over an explanation, hot tears of shame rising up in her eyes as she desperately tried to explain that she was not touching herself like that. 

Thick dark eyebrows raised, along with a pair of gloved hands, as if to say ‘I mean you no harm’. 

“No need to explain yourself, I’m thinkin’ you’ve got quite a few concerns now that you’re a walkin’ dead,” the man drawled, lips curling into something more akin to amusement. “You smell fresh.”

“A- A, what…?” 

“I guess walkin’ dead makes you sound like a zombie, a little too brainless for most of our kind. Apologies, allow me to introduce myself… I’m…” 

At the frightened, trembling gaze of the young woman in front of him, the man seemed to decide against the showy introduction, shaking his head. 

“My… you’re as docile as a lamb. My name is Markus, I’m here to escort you to your new boss… Coella.”

“H- How do you know my name..? A- And what did you mean, walking dead…?” 

As he took a step forward, she took a shaking step backwards, pressing herself against the brick wall of the club, feeling the music vibrating against her back. 

“I make it a point to get to know every fresh face in LA, whether they know me or not. And no, I’m not sayin’ ‘walking dead’ as some cruel nickname before I murder you. I think you’ve had enough close encounters with death for one night, wouldn’t you say?” Markus shook his head, clicking his tongue. “You’re a vampire now, little one. A blood sucker, human predator of the night. Can’t you feel it? Your own… otherworldly glow?” 

“Glow…?”

“Mm, especially bright for you- house of the stars. How fittin’ for a rising star. Former risin’ star, of course, we’ll have to erase your old identity…” 

“House of the stars…?” she couldn’t help but continue to repeat what he’d said back to him, in a daze. 

Suddenly she remembered- a flash, from before she woke up. 

“Do you want to see the stars…?”

That soft, melodic voice, twinged in sadness. 

That man- River, wasn’t some weird murderer who thought he was a vampire, he really had been a vampire. And he’d turned her into one. 

She pressed her fingers to her lips, feeling like she was going to be sick again. 

Markus clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Really, they should give you a full brief before they force you to take the full dive. Come here, I can tell you all about this new life on our way to the hotel.” 

Coella hesitated, staring into his eyes, her muscles tensed to run, but something in her calmed—or gave up, more likely. She’d already died once that night, what else could really be done to her? 

Shoulders sinking in defeat, she nodded, walking towards the man, catching as his eyebrows raised a little in surprise, before settling. 

“How docile indeed, little one.”

~~~

Heath was coming down from a myriad of drugs as he stumbled into the Hotel, spitefully ignoring the pitious gazes that followed him wherever he went. 

He hadn’t quite overdosed- it wasn’t really possible in that infernal body to do so, but he’d certainly gone overboard, having thrown in a hallucinogen this time around. The Abattoir, with its swirling, colorful lights and deafening music just felt… right. He felt drawn to the heady atmosphere like he never had before, often preferring the quiet ambience of his own bar, or the solitude of his own room, over such a crowded and sweaty place. 

Drawn even further to the bar, towards the mortal, lonely and shining within the crowd. 

He couldn’t remember too much about her appearance, besides the ethereal glow around her, a halo offset behind her wispy white hair, and the fluttering of white wings on her back- that had to have been the hallucinogen. 

He remembered being close, too close, and the taste of warm, fresh blood—holding a life in his hands, and soft grasping hands. 

And then panicking- smearing his blood on her lips, and running. 

So… he’d created another cursed existence today. 

“Fuck,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair, tugging at the silvery locks with a wince. 

He couldn’t be sure, of course—that dose was strong. Maybe he’d just imagined the entire thing, fell asleep piss-drunk in the back and dreamt the entire encounter. 

Yeah… 

The lobby had been abuzz with something—apparently one of the new embraces had been mixed up, someone Saorise had picked out bailed, but someone else was embraced in their place, on the same night, by accident. Filling the spot. Weird coincidence. 

As he walked through the hall, he passed Markus, who gave him a cold sneer behind his sunglasses. 

“The proverbial shepherd finally arrives to tend to his lamb,” Markus said, not pausing in his stride—a passing comment that sent a chill down Heath’s spine. 

“What did you say?” Heath called, but Markus had rounded the corner and was gone. 

Shepherd? Lamb? 

Markus talked like a madman sometimes, but Heath wasn’t stupid- he could guess what that meant, but what… 

Oh no, oh no no no…

He rushed down the hall, towards the empty room he’d known had been prepared for the new embrace, likely given to the unsanctioned addition to the clan. He could feel it without even opening the door, that presence, the draw- he’d never sired another vampire before, never even wished to do that to a living person, but he could feel it, on the other side of the door. 

He could hear soft sniffles on the other side, ceasing when he’d knocked on its wooden surface. 

Shit, he hadn’t even thought of what to say-

The door opened, greeting him to the soft, angelic sight of the woman he’d met at the club, her skin and eyes glowing. A little fang poked out behind her lips when she offered a nervous greeting, inquisitive eyes glancing up at him. 

For a moment, he saw it—the flash of recognition, and he could feel guilt sinking into his stomach, before her eyes softened. 

“Ah… my… apologies,” he finally got out, “I’d… completely forgotten what I was going to say as soon as you opened the door.” 

“Th- that’s okay,” she replied, that same soft, delicate voice he remembered drifting through his consciousness before. The soul that was so similar to his—the light he’d snuffed out himself. 

“I’d heard what happened, and I… came to offer my sympathies. Would you be open hosting to a guest?” He asked, trying not to sound too guilty- she didn’t recognize him, yet. Surely she could feel it, the draw, the wish to settle under his wing. 

A sire… he’d had one, of course, they all did, but he could hardly remember her, his mother… 

“Please do,” the young woman replied, opening the door to let him in, closing it behind him. “Make yourself comfortable...”

Heath took a seat on the chair by the window, as she perched at the edge of the bed, peering at him curiously. 

He could see it in her gaze- she was trying to figure out who he was, why she felt the way she did as she looked at him. 

“My name is Heath, I- I really must give my condolences, again. Being embraced so suddenly… it’s harrowing,” he said, rubbing his fingers down the side of his face. Whatever flirting mask he’d typically try to hold up crumbled at the sight of her red-ringed eyes, the clear sign that she’d been crying right before he walked inside. “And rarely are the kindred around us very… understanding, about that. Being ripped from your old life… you must be angry, or scared..?”

It was a cheap tactic, removing himself from the equation to fish out how she feels about this- while he’d never consider this accidental embrace a good thing, perhaps he could get some peace of mind, if she’s one of the stronger types, the kind who, unlike him, thrived under these adverse conditions. 

Instead of the look of determination he was hoping to see, despair crossed her features, as tears misted over her silver eyes, her bottom lip wobbling with barely-contained tears. 

“I- I am scared,” she mumbled in a quiet voice, arms wrapping around herself, rubbing her bare arms as if she could feel a chill in the room. “I- I don’t want to be a part of a war, or politics, and- and I can’t talk to my family anymore, and I can’t go to any more auditions, and I’m so hungry b-but I can’t… even think about…” she trailed off, wiping her tears with a small, shaking hand. 

Heath felt the space in his chest ache, self loathing creeping up in his throat like bile as he watched her, before gently reaching out with a tissue. He wanted to run, his muscles tense, waiting for the moment that she would put 2 and 2 together and realize that the source of her misery was sitting in front of her, but she never did. She only delicately accepted the tissue, wiping at her face with a quiet sob. 

How could he stay, when she was ruined because of him? She was young- barely twenty years old with her life ripped away from her, just as he had been. 

But God, how could he run, when she needed him? Her sire?

It’d make him no better than his own sire—but now, perhaps, some part of him understood now why many sires didn’t stick around. To witness the blossoming pain, and despair, grown from the seeds he’d sown… 

“It’s… it’ll get better,” he murmured—he couldn’t bring himself to say it’s okay when clearly it was not. Gently, he patted her shoulder, drawing closer as he offered what little comfort he could bring himself to provide. 

His first lesson as a sire was coming at him fast, and he wasn’t sure what to do- bring her a blood bag and tell her to suck it up and drink, or let her waste away into a frenzy, to keep her inside of her comfort zone? 

Drawing back, he grabbed a crystal glass and a bag of blood from the fridge, opening the pouch and pouring it into the glass. He saw her head snap up as soon as he’d opened the bag—the smell likely activating the beast that fought for control inside of her undead body. 

Walking back over, he offered the glass with a sympathetic gaze as she hesitated, despite how strong the hunger must have been by now. 

“I can’t really help with… much else, besides this. It makes it easier to stomach, while you get used to exactly what it is that you’re drinking,” Heath offered, pressing the glass into her hands. 

Coella looked up at him like he offered her salvation, not just a glass full of lukewarm blood, and the glowing gaze of his childe made him… shrink away. Her gaze was earnest, desperate, and sad—is that how he’d looked, looking up at his mother, that day? 

Gratefully, the fledgling took the glass, hesitating with a tearful gaze before she tipped it towards her lips, Heath’s eyes heavy on her as she took her first drink as a damned creature, officially… sealing her fate, her existence. 

Once she finished, she’d calmed down considerably, licking away the last dredges of the viscous liquid from her, now reddened, lips. She toyed with the empty glass, casting her gaze down on it. Now that she wasn’t raging with as many emotions, or hunger, he could sense a nervousness in her motions, the way she’d glance at him and back down at the glass. 

“Feel better, now?” he offered, head tilting to look down at her, to try to catch her gaze. 

Coella nodded, swallowing thickly. “Sorry for… um, e-exploding.”

Heath shook his head, gently taking the glass from her hands- to force her to shift her attention back on him, for as much as her gaze scared him, some selfish part of him only wanted her to look at him. 

“I understand, I… it hasn’t been too long since my own embrace, so… it gets easier to deal with, or to forget. The sun, the human joys of life, sharing space with others… for having our clans, vampires are still such solitary creatures,” Heath said, sadness creeping into his tone as he ran his fingers through his feathery hair, looking down at her. He offered a soft smile, which seemed to lift some of the despair from her own gaze. “I’d love to offer my company, though, should you wish for it. I run a small bar…”

Giving the information that he’d wanted to, after that, he departed, being left with a promise for her to stop by. As soon as he stepped outside of the door, his shoulders sank and he pulled out a cigarette, brow creasing. 

Just what had he done…?

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🥊💥4* Town Conflicts pt. 2!💥🥊

IM ALLLIIIVEEEEEE!!!!

Im so sorry yall!! University has been KICKING MY ASS.

I just finished exams and everything, this years been a colossal mess (nearly died lol) BUT i couldn't forget about this so i managed to finish this up before the end of the year! 

I promise I have more in the tank, please bear with me and tysm for your patience!!😭😭🙏🏾

🧡Aaron Z🧡

With others

Z is a pretty peaceful guy in general

He doesn't like confrontation, doesn't like to get violent

As quiet as he can be, he doesnt let some things slide

If someone throws a comment here or there, he can ignore it easily

But dont test his patience

Hes a huge advocate for a little something called personal space

He cant stand it when strangers or people he's not comfortable with are inside his bubble

If you pester him, harass him, or stay too close to him for too long, he will not hesitate to push back

literally

He would never start a fight, but he sure can end it

I mean, have you SEEN this dude? 

6’3, lean, muscular, you're pretty much asking for an L

He’s a one hit wonder. One punch and youre gone (Jesse knows this all too well…he tried waking him up once…)

“I began to pass out…and then my head hit the wall, bam!”

With 4*town

He's pretty chill with 4*town out of the rest of them

The only thing he could really complain about was when the gangs energy was way too high for him to be comfortable with

Don't get him wrong, Z loves a good time. But when things are getting a bit too hyper, and the others try to rope him into the chaos, it's a bit too overwhelming

And that ended up with them "accidentally" leaving him out of stuff because they thought he was a downer. Especially when 4*town had just started

He was already a bit lonelier than the rest, as his popularity took a slower time to gain than the rest. This didn't help his insecurities in the slightest

Not only did it hurt the hell out of his feelings, it caused him to be more closed up towards the rest

Aaron T was surprisingly the one who noticed the negative impacts it was making on him, and he felt incredibly bad

He tried the "helping without confronting" tactic, a lot of which included him asking Z if he wanted to help him with his latest prank

Although reluctant, Z slowly started feeling a bit more appreciated

Even when he was the butt of the prank, T made him feel like he wasn't so invisible as he sometimes felt

Soon, even the other guys started asking if he'd help them do revenge pranks, started inviting them more often

And of course, gave him a well deserved apology

Turns out, he got a lot of it wrong. Apparently everybody thought he didn't like them because of his constant nonchalant expressions??

All this because they made assumptions about his feelings only from his face?

"...i'm surrounded by idiots." "WE'RE SO SORRY😭😭"

💙Aaron T💙

With others

He loves a good tussle

If you give him a reason to, he'll be delighted 

T wont fight for small reasons, obviously, but he is the perfect definition of "fuck around and find out"

Just don't do anything creepy or rude, and you stay on his good side

His biggest ick/pet peeve are creeps and stalkers, unnecessary paparazzi

Notice the unnecessary. He's not shy around cameras, and if his lovely fans want some content, who is he to deny them?😌

However, if there's hidden paparazzi, or people who follow him or his friends around, he can't stand it

He finds it gross and extremely disrespectful

And it makes him unbelievably uncomfortable. He hates having to feel as if there's always someone watching or taking pictures of him when all he wants is a damn coffee 

With 4*town

T admits that he can be a bit of a handful sometimes

But jeez, sometimes the gang needs to accept the fact that he prefers to interact and actually do things with other people

Being an extrovert is hard y'all

Especially when all of a sudden every single person in your group needs alone time

And he understands that. He'll respect their wishes every single time without fail. He'd throw in a whine or two, but he understands their needs.

But they never seem to understand his..

When he needed company, all of a sudden everyone thought he was being too much, or being clingy

He has the urge to shake their shoulders and tell them that he wasn't asking them to plan a party with him, he just wanted to go get some damn groceries with some company

Was that too much to ask?

He thanks the Lord that Tae Young was there for him a lot of the time

He seemed to be the only one willing to be with him all the time

Tae Young noticed this pretty quick and all it took was one convo with the rest of them, and boom

For Z, it was like sticking his toe in the water when it came to hanging out with T, and then he found out just how fun his company was

And as stoic as Z is, T found himself latching onto him more frequently. 

As for Jesse, he ended up being the brunt of T's pranks a lot, but he finds it endearing in a way.

Robaire found T absolutely hilarious, and has grown to treasure him more and more every day