#i wanna write for roadkill SO BAD

[jordanraye47]

Izzy headcanons that aren’t an entire fic🔥

Answers scam callers the best way possible “hi welcome to Pete’s roadkill pizzeria where yesterdays loss is todays sauce, how may o help you?” Like that’s her duty

Considering she’s a literal famous actor, she probably has a social media accounts, and even though she rarely posts, when she does, she’s on the damn edge of being canceled.

^ “damn getting arrested for no reason🔥 guess orangre really is the new black”

Speaking of spelling mistakes (no I don’t know how to spell organge), she has dyslexia.

She’s not th favourite kid we could all tell.

Regardless of how much she smiles normally, she can not for the life of her smile for pictures. So 90% of the time her pictures looks like an alien that hasn’t quite figured out where they are, or just a thumbs up.

Thst or that stupid Lin manuela (I think that’s his name) pose.

Speaks crazy many languages, including ASL

She has very good curls, just doesn’t care to take manage them (yes this is me being desperate for representation of girls with curly hair that doesn’t know how to mangene them)

That and the reason she wears the bathing cap is because chlorine FUCKS UP curly hair oh my gosh soaking from experience 🙏

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Scarlett is her older sister.

dicorced nightgown porch cigarette mom and Texan truck motel dad that doesn’t give a shit what their kids do.

Always slightly thrown off when someone is nice to her bushes so used to Noah and Eva’s “mean love” or whatever you call it.

This girl did NOT have friends in school she BIT the other students

Favorite subject is art and sience (I have dyslexia you stuf don’t correct me)

So smart and also so stupid ^ “so what’s the square root of 589 iz?” “24.269.” “ok so do you think Pluto should be considered a planet?” “No of course not he’s a dog. Did you not watch Mickey Mouse”

“Parents got confused and chose daughter on anti-psychotics”

deadass i think her pshycosis is a genuine problem to her but it’s so easy to take it as a joke so she just goes along. (Read “artificial lawns” on AO3 by necrosys its very well explained there)

Has THE most vile t-shirts ever and she wears them in public with a pair of long ads jorts like she’d Adam sandler

Like these <33 - she lives on a farm it’s true she told me

She’s actually pretty funny she just can’t tell a joke without laughing at it herself

She is banned from the kitchen in every kitchen in the world

Izzy Cody and Duncan would be such a fucked up trio I’d love them

I got this from @kijosakka but she’s a really good braided us give her like 20 minutes.

Still has all her baby teeth in a jar

I wanna write some angsty ones so bad but I’m not putting you guys through all that.

I truly believe that Heather and Izzy used to be so good friends but after Heather got a teste of sweet popularity she didn’t hesitate to leave Izzy behind.

She has a secret room in her room

Snacks on yogurt and frozen fruit

She’s covered in freckles so badly like it’s top to toe

Can raise one eyebrow

her mother or herself are the only ones that cut her hair

^ and she has probably never been to a proper hairdresser

That’s all i have for today don’t forget to like and subscribe if you want morir epic content 🔥🔥

[the-cannibal]

Idk if this is weird.. but can you make what slasher do when y/n having a period cramps? (This is totally so weird..)

WHEEZE- I love this, I get really painful cramps so a slasher comforting me would be heaven.

Wrote this on my phone so I apologize if it gets laid out weird, Tumblr hates me writing on my phone for some reason…

Slashers with a afab s/o on their period dealing with cramps

Reader is afab but no gendered terms are used - you is used

Includes: Lester Sinclair, Jason Vorhees, Michael Myers, Billy and Stu, Bubba Sawyer, and Tiffany Valentine

Lester Sinclair

“Lesssss…” “Yeah hun?” “I’m bleeding :(“

?!?!?!! YOUR WHAT-?

This man. This sweet sweet man. You love him. But he is not the brightest. Especially with things like this. So he’s kinda panicking and thinking your dying-

“DO YOU NEED STITCHES?” “NO! NOT UNLESS YOU WANNA STICH MY CROTCH SHUT!” “OH GOD YOUR BLEEDING DOWN THERE?!”

Please explain to him what is happening. Even though he’s a little clueless, Lester will NOT find this stuff gross, weird, or say that you should have kept it to himself. Dude throws roadkill into a pit in the ground on a daily bases and has murderer brothers. This will not phase him (once he understands that you aren’t dying)

Tell him what products and brands you get and he will happily go get them. He isn’t shy to purchase them for you or ask someone in the store for help if he can’t find what you asked for. Men be more like Lester.

He will cuddle you if you’d like! And if he isn’t home to do the cuddling well you’re lucky he’s got the cutest dog in the world! And she loves cuddles!

If you do chores/housework/cook/literally anything NO YOU ARE NOT. YOU WILL SIT ON THE COUCH OR BED AND RELAX. This man will do it for you :)

Jason Vorhees

This man is also confused. Not as much as Lester, but still confused. He has seen victims have pads and tampons in their bags before, with packaging that says period/menstrual cycle. So he was able to figure out that’s what you needed. But he didn’t quite understand why-? His mom never explained it to him.

Explain it to him if you want, he would listen, probably be a little horrified that you go through this every month, but also kinda impressed? You bleed out your body for a week EVERY month, and you can still function?

“Jason cuddle?” MAN IS RUSHING TO YOU TO CUDDLE YOU ASAP.

He would loot victims bags and get you any snacks you like, make you tea in the mornings. Make you food. It’s pretty great.

One day he found a heating pad and oh my god you practically tackled him to the ground in kisses.

If you get mood swings and snap at him he might look at you like a kicked puppy, but he knows you’re in pain right now and doesn’t take it to heart.

He doesn’t leave camp so if you need to get supplies you have to get them yourself, sorry. But he will be waiting back home at the cabin to do whatever you want!

Michael Myers

Uhhhh…. There there? He isn’t really great at comforting.

You’re bleeding. Blood. He’s good with blood. Do you need anything washed? He can wash anything for you and make it look brand new.

He isn’t much of a cuddler, but for you he makes an exception.

Want candy? This man has TONS of candy. Man has a sweet tooth alright-

If you have mood swings Michael is great to have! He has no bad reaction to you suddenly crying and venting about literally anything, getting mad and yelling, and then crying because you got mad and yelled. He will not judge you!

Man won’t get you products though. The Shape go to a pharmacy and get pads or tampons? He’d rather Halloween he canceled forever.

Overall he’s like a 5/10 with this stuff.

Poly Billy and Stu

“OH GOD YOURE DYING-“ THWACK! “No idiot that’s not what that means.” Thank you Billy :)

Stu is a cuddle whore- he’s practically attached to you as soon as you suggest you are in any pain.

Billy meanwhile is getting you products, snacks, putting on your favorite movie (even if it’s one he hates)

Both boys would rub where it hurts! Ain’t that nice :)

Stu hogs your heating pad until you snap at him to give it back- man is like a lizard, he needs heat. Billy would help make sure you get your heating pad. And if anything he just buys you another. Which Stu would also probably steal-

But other then that they won’t do much unless you ask. If you ask them do do or get you anything they will drop anything they are doing and do it.

Bubba Sawyer

He’s probably the worst honestly- man is just full panic.

You’re bleeding? Why? How can he make it stop? He can’t? You’re hurt?! OH NO PLEASE DONT BE UPSET NO NO NO!

His sweet mama would have to explain what is happening. He still doesn’t understand. So she would probably be the one to take care of you.

He would cuddle you though if you asked!

Overall like a 3/10 for cuddles and being concerned. Just shows he loves you!

Tiffany Valentine

“Tiff…” “Yes my love?” “I have cramps :(“ “oh my poor sweet baby! What do you need hun? You wanna lay down with a hot bottle? Would you like anything to eat or drink? Do you need me to pick anything up?”

She totally understands.

She is the sweetest. She makes you HOME MADE sweets! My mouth is watering just thinking of it.

She would cuddle and rub where it hurts while trailing kisses down your body and telling you how amazing you are

Need anything washed? She’s got it covered!

Would probably make some jokes if you both are on your periods together “omg babe it’s uterUS!” “I hate you.”

BIG CUDDLE BUG. CUDDLES FOR DAYS.

This stuff does not gross her out (obviously) so don’t be scared or embarrassed to go to her for absolutely anything!

Overall 1000/10 she is the best

[slasher-male-wife]

Hi, hello!

It's been a while, hasn't it. How are you doing comrade? Personally, I'm doing quite well. I'm going to see Halloween Ends sometime after it releases. I've also gotten a 5 ft tall skeleton I can dance around with in my room.

Back to why I'm here, I was wondering if you could write something about a slasher getting mad at y/n and y/n ignoring said slasher for the next few days, but in the end they end up going to the slasher and start cuddling them or something lovey dovey.

(Preferably Nubbins Sawyer, Choptop Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt + Anyone else if you wanna add em)

Xoxo

-13

Hi anon I’m so sorry this took a bit to get to. Anyway I’ll happily write this for you. I just wrote something like this but for different characters. I had a bit of trouble coming up with what they would be arguing about but I figured it out. I’m in a bit of a Bill Mosely kick because of House of 1000 corpses so this is a great request to have rn.

Slashers and reader making up after a fight

Includes: Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Too Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Strong language, implied murder, mention of roadkill

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins always liked to play jokes on you. They're mostly harmless, something along the lines of just jump scaring you and then it's over. But a few days ago he went a bit too far. While you were outside he staged what looked like his organs coming out of his stomach. You screamed when you saw it and quickly rushed over to his side. After a few moments of pure panic he started to laugh. He pushed off the roadkill guts he got and just laughed. You quickly stood up and shouted at him. Why would he scare you like that? You cussed him out before going back inside.

You avoided him for the next few days. You just couldn't stand to see him. But you couldn't stay mad for long. He didn't mean to scare you that bad did he? He just wanted to spook you right? Nobody actually got hurt. So when you saw him sitting on the couch looking over pictures he took you sat down next to him. This being the first time you've been near him in the past few days he quickly discarded the pictures and wrapped you in his arms.

"Y/N I know you was gonna come back! I knew you was gonna forgive me!" He shouts pulling you into his lap and giving you kisses all along your temple and cheek.

"Ok ok calm down honey!" You say with a smile, "I missed you too. You just scared me really bad. Don't do that again please."

"Oh I promise I won't! I'll be real nice I swear!" He starts to break into quiet laughter and you couldn't help but laugh along too.

Chop Top Sawyer

Today you woke up with a pounding headache and nothing you could do could stop it. You just decided to wait it out in your room with the lights off. You're trying to just relax when you can hear, clear as day, Chop Top playing the radio as loud as ever. You knocked on the walls a few times and told him to quiet down. However he just kept playing his music super loud.

You had enough and got up and walked over to where he was. You turned off the radio and crossed your arms.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Don't you have the decency to at least turn down the radio so I can fucking try and heal this headache?" You shout at him.

"Why the hell'd you turn the music off?" He shouts back at you. You scoff.

"Were you not fucking listening you idiot? I have a fucking migrane and I need quiet so turn the god damn music down!" You shout making your head throb even more.

"Well this is my damn house! I can listen to my music as loud as I want to!" His yelling also makes it worse.

"Well I live here too you know? Maybe think of other people some time!" The two of you went back and forth between this before you stormed off. It's been a few days since and the headache has long passed. You can't help but feel bad for being so mean to your boyfriend.

You pick up a boombox and a cassette and make your way over to Chop Top's room. You knock before entering. He's sitting at a desk where he's making something. You set the box down and put in the tape. Soon the music starts to play and you walk over to him. You lower yourself down to his sitting level and kiss his cheek.

"Whatcha making lovely?" You ask. You're quickly pulled into a tight, bone crushing hug by Chop top and you both start to laugh.

"You're not mad anymore?" He asks

"Of course not honey. I couldn't stay mad forever," You two share a sweet kiss and he pulls away. You get a better peak at what he's making this time, "How about you tell me all about this." You say gesturing to the project.

"I gladly will."

Thomas Hewitt

You'd grown bored waiting upstairs in your room while the family dealt with some new victims. The screaming and yelling has stopped at least an hour ago. You decided to go downstairs just for a little bit before you go crazy. You leave your room and head for the kitchen to grab something to drink. You passed Monty in the living room with a nod and you can see Luda Mae in the back yard hanging up laundry.

You open the fridge and bend down to grab a soda. When you shut the door someone grabs your wrist. You expected it to be Hoyt but it was Tommy. You could see that he was clearly worried. You jumped and took a deep breath.

"Christ Thomas you scared the shit out of me," He points to you and to the floor, "What am I doing down here?" you ask. He nods, "I'm just getting a drink Thomas," He shakes his head and you pull your wrist out of his hand, "I know there are victims here ok? I just got thirsty. I was going mad up in that room too."

He huffs and you put a hand on your hip, "I'm not a child Tommy. I know what you and your family do here alright. Now I'm gonna go back upstairs. I hope that's ok with you." You pop open your soda and you walk out of the kitchen. You spent the rest of the day up in your room. You didn't talk to Thomas when he came up to see you. You were silent during dinner too.

But when it finally came time for bed you saw Thomas already in bed. You laid down next to him and cuddled into him, "I love you." You say. Thomas holds you close to him as a reply.

[prentissluvr]

hiiii marí !! hope you're doing well and enjoying your time ^_^ ♡♡

sending a <3 and also !! i'm very curious about the abstract psychopomp fic ^.^ it sounds like something i'd obsess over hehe

(plus the angel reader hcs aghhh @_@ i love the concept of angels in general plus the supernatural take on them and the amount of parallels you can pull with them and sam!! sooo cool >3> and sam with an angel reader also makes for cute and sweet scenarios ^_^)

- @deadgirlsam ^_^

hiii thank you lauren!! i'm well hehe, i hope you are too!! <33

thanks for sending this!!! i started blabbing lollll

for the 100 words . . .

sam thinks that your eyes seem kind and curious, even from where he’s sitting. and a little bit sad, for a reason he’s not privy to but would like to know, maybe even fix somehow. he supposes he’s privy to nothing about you except for the way you look, and the way you look at him. he thinks he’d at least like to know your name.

maybe he’ll see you in the bar again tomorrow night. or maybe he’ll never see you again. maybe you’ve been staying at this hotel for a month, and tonight is your last, as it is his first.

and as for abstract psychopomp!! this is one i wanna write asap heh. it's based off of the hozier song of the same title and it's gotta be one of my favorite songs ever. it's about roadkill :D the premise is reader discovering an animal (probably a cat bc that will make me the most emotional) that is fatally injured from a monster while they're on a hunt. and instead of leaving it, reader cradles the animal until it dies in their arms and cries for it. and sam watches it all, sitting next to you and thinking about how it might be sort of fucked up that this is the moment he realizes he's in love with you. UGH I NEED TO WRITE IT SO BAD SOBS

and YES !!! i agree, angel!reader x sam is one of my FAV DYNAMICSSSS !!! i just wanna word vomit up all my soft thoughts about them. and yes!! the parallels... i love parallels *heavy breathing because i love parallels*.... anyways! the main scenario i have in mind is you being a new angel on earth and sam teaching you how to use the internet and you're just like... sam. did you know that you can look at infinite pictures of cats on this interweb thing. and he's like yes... i'm in love with you. did you know you can watch videos of them too? and you're like *major heart eyes*

[captainderyn]

Dear mentor my cp2077 cravings are way beyond my compression and I need v being completely Injured/hurt and relying on judy / or judy humming pyramid song to v till she sleeps

Or if you wish for oc content it would be

> magic studying together or symbolism with flowers :D

_ no forcing here o7 If you don't wanna write em you can do as you wish

> GLITTER ANON

Glitter Anon!! You bring me so much joy every time you appear in my inbox <3 Always happy to provide some angsty V with Judy saving the day. Hope you enjoy!

TW for canon typical injury and canon typical swearing

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Dakota had been out of her goddamn mind sending V that gig and listing it as solo. Or maybe she'd misplaced her confidence in V as a merc, and V was just losing her edge.

Not that it mattered now, the data was sent to Dakota and the eddies were transferring into her account as far as V could tell from the static spiking across her vision and each beat of her heart sending shooting pain into her head.

Stupid netrunners with their stupid hidey-holes that were better than her netrunner hidey-holes. Despite throwing every hack she knew, straining her cyberdeck to the max while she dealt with the swarm of Raffen that had poured from the dark crevices of the 'abandoned' building like ants, she still hadn't managed to drop the 'runner before being hit by two or three hacks powerful enough to down a cyberpsycho.

Johnny's voice was ragged and tinny, like he was coming from a transmission with bad connection, as he pulled himself from whatever recess of his mind he hung out in.

"V, pull over."

She grunted as she hit another pothole, pain shooting through her entire body. It radiated enough that she couldn't even pinpoint where it was coming from anymore. She pulled one hand to clutch at her side as a jolt went through her.

"Gotta get back to Night City." She insisted.

Her emergency bag with stims was drained dry, her mind swimming from what was probably a higher than recommended dose of MaxDocs.

The gig had been too far to make it to the Aldacados' camp without needing to stop at one of the dodgy, gang ridden gas stations on the way. Too far out in the middle of nowhere to make it to Dakota's shop but just too shy of the borders of the city to make it easy for her.

Only option was the push through til she made it home and patched herself up. Anything else was too risky. Who knew who would sell her their help just to turn around and screw her over.

"V just pull over for a sec!" Johnny pushed again and she was about to snap at him again, turning her head like he'd be riding on a motorcycle alongside her, when she hit another bump.

Whatever injuries were hiding beneath raged in unison and her vision went dark around the edges, her body rebelling against consciousness and desperately trying to give into the innate urge to curl around itself.

Her already tenuous grip on her bike's handlebars faltered and within seconds the pavement was becoming acquainted with her body as she hit it hard, skidding to a stop as her bike charged into the barely-standing bus stop shelter at the edge of road.

V choked out a cough, spitting out red-tinged spit as she waited for the world to stop spinning and shaking.

"Get outta the road." Johnny snapped, scuffed black leather of his shoes stomping in front of her face as he materialized into a crouch, glaring at her from behind his aviators. "Gonna get turned to roadkill."

Pulling each breath in felt like hauling sandpaper down her throat into her lungs as V tried to catch the air that had been knocked out of her lungs. But she rolled over onto her side, then pushed herself into a seated position.

That alone felt like an accomplishment, especially with Johnny's nagging kick at the bottom of her boots until she'd shimmied all the way off the road. When her ass hit gravel she stopped, wrapping her arms around her knees and glaring at Johnny as heat that she really hoped was sweat slid down her face.

"Christ on a stick, you're pitiful." Johnny drawled, standing at her feet with his arms crossed over his chest, "Call your slam piece to come haul your sorry ass of the side of the road."

V scowled, fixing her eyes on her bike, smoking alongside the twisted metal that had been the rusted shelter. She hadn't been going that fast...had she? Everything was blurry.

"Even if you got that bike started, you won't make it a hundred feet." Johnny intercepted her plan, snapping his fingers. "What is her name, the one you make the hopeless puppy eyes at? I'm sure she'd take you in like the lost stray you are."

Feeling her glare on him, he tilted his aviators down to meet her look with raised brows. "You do it or I do it. I'm not dying again because the bitch-ass merc that I was unlucky enough to get stuck with let Raffen and pride kill her out in the Badlands."

Without breaking her glaring eye contact, V rang Judy. As the comm-line rang she stuck her tongue out at Johnny. He rolled his eyes and flipped her off. He flickered out of existence in front of her, just to re materialize leaning against the guardrail next to her.

"Someone has to look out for you." He groused. "You sure as shit won't."

Judy picked up on the third ring, her visual popping up in the corner of V's UI. Or what she could make out of it from the way her UI was glitching out.

"Hey V I was just thinking 'bout..." Judy's voice faltered, "V? The hell are you, what happened?"

V picked at the gravel in her palms, jammed between her skin and implants, wincing.

"Shit went sideways, wrecked my bike." She muttered, lifting her eyes to Johnny who gave an exaggerated 'yes and' gesture. She lowered her brows and he proceeded to make an even more exaggerated gesture.

He was impossible.

She cleared her throat, mouth like cotton, "Can you uh...actually, nevermind."

"Uh-huh, nevermind, what's your location I'm already on my way." There was a jangling like car keys.

But it was getting dark, and who knew what started to crawl around these parts when it was dark. She'd gotten herself into this mess and she could get herself out of it.

A force like a booted foot slammed into her side and V buckled, the sound that slipped from her choking out between a shriek and a sob. She heard Judy trying to ask her what was wrong, but her ears were ringing and the words were stuck in her mouth.

"Rancho Coronado, exit to the Badlands." Johnny supplied to V, standing over her with his arms crossed. Arrogant bastard. "Still think you can drag yourself back to H10?"

"Hnng, fuck, Rancho Coronado, by the old bus stop in the canyon." V choked out.

The minutes dragged as V hunched over herself, the world fading in and out around her. She was aware of Judy staying on the line with her, catching very little of the intense volley of what she could only imagine were heated curse words and the road noise of the van.

Then there it was, Judy's beat up blue van bouncing up the road in a cloud of dust. It groaned in protest as Judy threw it into park and was out before it had rocked backwards to a stop.

"V?" Judy's hands were blissfully warm against the chill that the temperate drop had leeched into V's skin. Judy tilted V's chin up and she forced her eyes open, "You still with me?"

God, she'd never been so happy to see someone, even if the thought of dragging Judy into her shit made her want to scream.

"Still here." V confirmed with a groan, a shudder wracking her, "Unfortunately."

Judy brushed her thumbs across V's cheekbones, lips pursing together, before she moved to slip an arm under V's arms.

"Let's get you to the van."

Moving felt like a monumental task, far too much of an undertaking. But if she didn't even try, then Judy would have to bear the brunt of her cyberware-heightened weight. And she'd already made Judy haul her dead weight from beneath the waters of the dam.

So V forced her legs beneath her and helped to stand with Judy's help, letting out a breath in a hoarse wheeze. Whatever edge the MaxDocs had taken off was wearing away, leaving sharp, ragged edges of pain spiking from various places on her body to mix with the general ache that was her existence right now.

Slopping into the passenger seat of Judy's car was a mercy on her body and she slouched, leaning her head back against the headrest with a whimper.

God, she was so tired of hurting. Hurting today, hurting whenever the Relic flared; her world had been one whole incessant hurt since taking that stupid heist with Jackie.

Then Judy was in the drivers seat, the van rumbling to life beneath them, and her hand was a gentle press on V's thigh.

"Do you need me to find a ripper?" And there was such matter-of-fact concern in Judy's voice, such a simplicity in the question, that V had to squeeze her eyes closed against the burn of tears and shake her head to work around the lump in her throat.

When was the last time she'd had someone care, somewhere there to haul her ass off the floor when shit hit the fan?

"Don't need a ripper." V rasped, "Nothing that can't be patched up at home."

Maybe she should get her cyberdeck checked out after the other netrunners' hits, but the static was starting to fade from her head to be replaced by bone deep exhaustion and hurt. If more issues popped up, she'd go bother Vik tomorrow.

If only to avoid landing on his doorstep in a pitiful state.

Again.

Judy put the van in drive, doing her best to avoid the potholes, her hand staying on V's leg. It was nice, comforting.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd had that either.

V leaned her head back against the headrest, eyes drifting closed, and let the ride pass by in a blur.

--

By the time V made it up the stairs to Judy's apartment, even with her help, she was spent. The floor looked like a fantastic space to just let herself collapse and sleep off all of today.

But that would mean bleeding all over Judy's floor and Judy's grip on her was unwavering.

Instead she found herself in the dim light of the bathroom, gingerly peeling herself out of her clothes. Her jacket and pants rained gravel down in a pitter-patter on the tile and her tank top clung to her skin with a sticky solution of blood and wound.

Judy helped her peel that off too, giving a soft curse at the angry welts and road rash across her torso, back, and sides.

"At least you were wearing leather." Judy said with a shake of her head, "Otherwise I'd be scraping you off the road back there."

There was enough admonishment in her tone that V snorted out a laugh, then winced as her body punished her for it. Already a massive bruise mottled her skin from hip up her rib cage from where one of the netrunner's attacks had hit her hard enough that she fell from what she'd thought had been a hidden vantage point.

Which had led to her fighting her way out of the swarm.

She explained it all the Judy to fill the silence aside from the hiss of the shower, to keep herself from cussing and wincing as between the two of them they cleaned the gravel and blood from her skin.

V let herself drift in the feeling of safety, let herself disengage from the high alert she always seemed to be on. Judy's hands were gentle as she helped V smear a sharp-scented ointment on her road burn and bruises and helped wrap gauze around the worst of it.

Sitting on Judy's couch in a t-shirt two sizes too small and sweatpants that were a couple inches too short, V let her head drop down onto Judy's shoulder. Judy carded her fingers through V's hair without enough tenderness that V could've cried.

"Thank you for saving my ass back there." she murmured, the emotion she'd walled back seeping through a crack in her voice.

Judy leaned back on the couch, tugging V with her so that she was laying half on top of Judy. V relaxed into it, angling herself so that she wasn't laying on her worst side, and nestled her head into the crook between Judy's neck and shoulder.

This was far better than crawling back to her own apartment, nursing her wounds alone, and passing out in the bed cubby with the help of whatever would numb the pain enough to help her sleep. Judy's hand continuing to card through her hair was like a siren's song for sleep.

"I'm always going to come get you mi calabacita." Judy whispered against her hair, "You're not facing Night City on your own anymore."

[vamp8687]

His sunshine ☀️

Bubba sawyer x reader

Requested by @angelmysweet

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You passed out under the hot Texan sun from dehydration and that was the last thing you remember.

Meanwhile nubbins was out on a hunt for some nice roadkill to take some Polaroids of and that’s when he found you.

“W-what’s that!! MEAT!” he crackled to himself, dragging you home by the foot. “D-draytons gonna loveee this!!” He giggled to himself, smiling like a kid who found something. He wanted his bigger brother deep down to be proud of him after all.

When nubbins finally reached home after it started getting dark he was greeted by his twin choptop (yes he is alive in my little Stories ok 😤)

“W-what you g-got there!!” He crackled with a glint in his eyes. Nubbins gave a long look at his twin and they both yelled, “FOOD!!” .

Drayton then ran outside with his broomstick and started hollering about.

“WHATS ALL THIS NOISE YOU IMBECILES!” He yelled as he ran to them, he stopped midway though and grinned. “BRING HER INSIDE!!”.

You woke up to loud laughter and your eyes widened at the sight in-front of you. There was a long run down table with all sorts of weird trinkets on it… You looked up some more to see.. people laughing at you..? Was this all a dream? Cool ig.

My wrists was tied down by rope as it burned through my skin, I looked down at my dress, great it’s dirty.

Drayton ordered choptop and nubbins to go get grandpa and as they lefted a tall muscular figure walked into the room

He looks over at you and titled his head.. “BUBBA GET THAT BITCH!! O-OH YEAH” yelled the hippie looking weirdo. ‘Bubba’ blush underneath his mask…. Human mask… Well now I have seen it all..

Drayton started yelling at bubba and hitting him with his broom, you felt bad? No they are all bad people, why would you feel that way?! You felt hands untie you and feel yourself being shoved into the floor.

You broke the rope from your wrists and flattened out your poofy skirt..

“Hey!! Quit being mean to him!” You yell. Bubba looks up at you and blushes a deeper red.

From this day, the sawyers let you stay, as long as if you helped around, honestly you were cool with it and you and bubba became really close.

You two were inseparable, you stood up for him when Drayton was being mean to him, you loved and complimented all his masks, you went on beautiful walks on the sawyer property together and hung out all day.

One day you were having a picnic in one of your dresses by yourself when bubba came and sat down next to you.

“Oh hey bubba!!” I smiled. Before I could do anything else, he took his mask off and kissed me..

I kissed back, it was sweet and gentle..

After that day you and bubba got together, you would go on picnics, pick flowers, sit by the lake and cuddle practically 24/7. <3333

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This was really short 😭 I wanna thank @angelmysweet for being so patient with me. A lot has happened with my life in the past few months and they have been nothing but nice when I was in the process of writing this <3

[thetonethetollandthethunder]

Scythe chapter 16-20!!

Ayy we’re backk!! Let’s just get started shall we?

Chapter 16!!

-oh god the elegy—

-“Could you imagine me as a teenager?” OH YES I CAN OHOHO

-This also shows how much power scythes and especially Goddard has

-And also shows how bad of a scythe Goddard is as well

-Scythe Curie makes a good point that also relates to the toll, in which it doesn’t matter if they kill Goddard or anyone like him because another with the same ideology will always come along without fail

-this chapter didn’t have much but it IS good so ykyk

Chapter 17!!

-OHHH ITS THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS OVER!! SCYTHE FARADAY IS D-D-DEAD or is he? :) :)

-Rowan instinctively trying to protect Citra!!!

-it makes sense for most disabilities to be nonexistent but that doesn’t mean I have to like it :/ like idk why the way it’s done is just :// especially as a disabled person myself

-The way the describe Faraday’d death is already suspicious if you already know he isn’t dead but when you’re first reading it, it does make sense!

-OH AND THE SEPARATE TRAININGS BEGINS!!!

-“If I ever take on an apprentice it will be for a different reason entirely.” OHOHO I KNOW I KNOWWWW

-Again not much to say BUT still rlly good!!

Chapter 18!!!

-Part 3 begins!!

-SCYTHE CURIE!!

-Again I always forget the names of these places, falling water is a very pretty name!!

-Citra being angry about Faraday’s death OUGH, she’s rlly going through 5 stages of grieve style

-Could you imagine ppl in the future calling our decor and shit old fashioned? Bizarre

-I love how they make Curie instantly charming and likable with only a few scenes, good writing man!!

-What hobbies would other scythes have? I wonder…

-Fun fact, i cannot drive, tried to learn and crashed the car, oh how I wish driving wasn’t necessary like in scythe

-Giving us little notes about the comfort scythes can give

-We hear a lot about being stagnant in the Scythe universe, and like, yeah, if you were in this utopia wouldn’t you grow stagnant even quicker than most? You have nothing to do literally

-You can really feel how observant Curie is, she noticed the small details

-Jesus even Curie’s yelling scared ME and I already knew what was gonna happen! She’s rlly intimidating—

-Gotta uphold your image!!

-“Another Scythe might have exacted a punishment far worse.” *COUGH COUGH GODDARD*

-Again shit names!! Barton Breen??? What??

-20 kids,, Jesus,,

-You can Curie’s own version of compassion, it’s different from Faradays yet still wonderful

-She did find her own way of gleaning!!

-Again FUCK Goddard!!

-I do wonder what would happen if Citra was trained by Goddard instead of Rowan…

-“Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.” GOD THAT LINEE

-Amazing chapter!! Told a LOT abt Curie!!!

CHAPTER 19!!!!

-Oo!! I thought this moment happened in Thunderhead but I misremembered!!

-Tho I THINK something similar happens??? Idk maybe my memory is fuckin with me ushejdj

-ALSO DAMN CITRA!! Pushin girls in front of TRUCKS holy fuck!!!

-Hate the eating descriptions!!

-TELL THE MOTHER YOU TWO!!! LIKE CMON??

-Cindy lmaoo, whenever someone whitewashes Citra im gonna call it Cindy instead <3 spite

-“err on the side of respect.” LMAO love that line

-RONDA ROADKILL IM DYINGGGGGG and so did she! (Temporarily but yk)

-“Can i throw you under a truck some other time?” She’s a busy person! I’d totally throw Citra under a truck! Would be fun!

-Morals change when theres little consequences, Citra would never even CONSIDER pushing Ronda in the mortal age, but since people can just come back it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, it also shows how the concept of empathy and morality has changed in this society

-“the cloud” like icloud! Guess apple won in this world!

-“The machine had a purer soul than any human” NO IT DOESNT IVE SEEN AI ART YOU CANT FOOL ME!!!

-FUCK YOU SCYTHE GODDARD!!!

-OO TIME FOR CITRA TO INVESTIGATE!! I remember LOVING this plot so!!!!

Chapter 20!!

-Rowan finally!!! I missed you!!!!!

-He doesn’t wanna kill Citra!!! The beginning of his devotion to her UGHHH

-god hes only 17, I think we forgot how young these characters are, they really are just kids being pushed into this horrible situation god,,,

-“His was a life without substance, and now it would end.” God and here we see Rowan’s iconic self deprecating “emo” moments, people make fun of these scenes a lot but I fucking love em, it really contrasts Rowan and Citra. Citra has people who love and care about her, Rowan doesn’t, he knows that (in this moment) if he died no one would really care or remember him, so when he finds Citra, someone who does care about him and would care if he died, he clings to it. I mean when you’re that neglected and want SOMEONE to care even a little about you, wouldn’t you do the same thing?

-He already wants to change things!! And he will!! He will change a lot, though not as much as his girlfriend!!

-VOLTA!!

-“So is there a reason why you choose your robes to be the color of piss?” HA one of my favorite lines!!

-“the Change” god their ideology—, the fact they’re all thinking that they’re changing things for the better really shows how convincing of a man Goddard is, GOD i hate him!!!

-Ans here we have Goddard’s MANY parties

-my sensory issues would hate this

-I accidentally spelled Goddard’s name as Goodard which…Isn’t that so Ironic?

-“Bimbotech” Neal I’m BEGGING you to stop

-“Rowan wondered if the man had a diamond-studded bathing suit in his waredrobe as well.” He would because he’s a vain prick!!

-HES UNDERAGE STOP GIVING HIM ALCOHOL!! *Looking at you RAND especially ya creep—*

-“He was lucky if they even remembered to get him a gift” rowans parents man,,, He was really fucking neglected man it’s so awful, and the fact he still cares about them despite that GODDD

-See how goddard bend the rules? See how he twists them to make them fit what HE wants? Yeah, he’s gonna do that a lot; again, fuck you Goddard

-ESME!!! Shes backk!! And he’s right! She’ll be important!!

-GOD this is a good chapter, rowan my beloved!!

And that’s it!!! Next time will be chapters 21-25!! We’re going so fast aren’t we?

[synergysilhouette]

I miss Fictif, but it was far from flawless

I actually got into this series because of "The Arcana" (plus romance games don't often let you play as anything other than a female lead), but I found that even though I liked it's potential, it fell short a lot of the time, either romantically or story-wise. I'm obviously disappointed that I can't customize my character's appearence, but I think I'm in the minority with that one. Allow me to list my grievances and nit-picks with the app.

In general--Female routes are short and underdeveloped. I don't even romance women IRL, but this was just sad. Anika, Tess, Valentina, and Celia are the only female love interests to have solo routes while the rest are in one-route stories--and Valentina didn't even get a route before Dorian took over and effectively stopped updating the app!

"Two Against the World"--As much as I love Nicky, this story turned me off as a gay male player. The writing feels female-coded, and no acknowledgement of the stigma of two men being in a relationship in 1920s New York is ever mentioned. It'd make more sense if the setting was INSPIRED by 1920s New York, but in reality was a completely different location--but that wasn't the case. It felt like a big mifire in storytelling.

"Heir to Love & Lies"--I cannot overstate how much of a disappointment this story was. In both Sergio and Chava's route, Chava starts off very friendly and sweet before becoming aggressive and secretive. This doesn't really make any sense since he's your childhood best friend and (spoiler) he doesn't kill La Dama Rosa in either route. Plus in Chava's route, Aurora becomes very cruel and blames us for getting her family (re)involved with the cartel, even though in actuality she involved us--a point Chava tells us to let go, and then we apologize. For what?! And the end of Sergio's route is confusing, as you go through a dream sequence where he either kills you and takes your money or you get him arrested for killing La Dama Rosa. I think it's supposed to represent your fears and mistrust of him and symbolize how you need to let your concerns go if you wanna marry him, but it feels uncomfortable since it's not explained well at all. It felt like we just saw the future and we said "I don't care." Plus he asks us stuff about kids, our wedding, and where we'd live, and he took NONE of my decisions into account for the final chapter.

"Roadkill"--I was SO confused on what was the result of the wish and what wasn't. Did Douglas' wish create werewolves, vampires, and witches along with zombies? Or did they already exist before the zombie wish? If it's the latter, there's no need to involve zombies. Plus Howie's amnesia arc in the last chapter was rushed and unnecessary, while Poe came off as judgmental and snarky and Tess' route was short and rushed.

"Catch Me in Miami"--I couldn't get into Miguel because he was so obviously a bad boy and I don't do bad boys. Maybe if he was more coy about it like Nicky than being obvious about it, I'd be into him.

"For the Love of Gods"--Great potential, but rushed and I DESPISE how we're forced to romance everyone. Why can't I just choose how many people I'm interested in?

"Ghosted"--Probably my least favorite story. Jesse's ghost story does sound interesting, but his personality and how rushed it was ruined it for me.

"Hollywoodland"--Rushed, but it had great potential.

"Snow Falling in Love"--It felt like a waste not to tie this with "Roadkill" due to Sawyer's involvement, and Elise was CRAZY obsessed with us.

"Courting the Crown"--Beautiful Potential, but again, rushed, rushed, rushed.

"The Last Legacy"--Probably the best plot of them all, but Felix and Sage weren't my type physically or personality-wise; I'd rather go for Felix's dads.

I didn't include other stories because they either weren't finished or I didn't complete them.

[the1975attheirverybest]

oooooh fav lyrics??? fuck thats hard. i will not explain why because i want to seem somewhat cool still and not like a total fucking nerd (despite having incredibly in depth reasonings)

The 1975 - ok this is Album has some interesting lyrics because its before he had it all figured out and i fucking love it for that, theres so many fucking contenders for fav lyrics (including all of anobrain, antichrist or The city) the entire abum is just so mmmmm. but if i had to pick an absolute fav id say

"I put your mother through hell, don't you mind I hate your brother as well, don't you mind, don't you mind Oh I was thinking bout killing myself, don't you mind I love you, don't you mind, don't you mind"

and i know i know its a verse but it isnt complete otherwise. Plus i have it tattooed on me so i feel like i had to.

I Like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it - once again mmm chefs kiss of an album no skips (theyve never made a bad album) and lyricaly very beautiful, i could absolutely nerd out about all of their catalogue tbh. but for this i am excluding Nana and She lays down because theyre...just perfect, and also i sob.

so it would have to be

"And if I believe you Will that make it stop? If I told you I need you Is that what you want?"

or

"Before you go (please don't go), turn the big light off"

its really easy and tempting to put ballad on here but i think thats because his performance style for it is so visceral and while lyrically its beautiful still i cant imagine myself enjoying them if they were sung by someone else because they need the guts behind it ya know.

A brief enquiry into online relationships - delicious as always matthew thank you this day for our daily bread.

so its either

"I can show you the photographs of you getting on with life I've had dreams where there's blood on you" thank you for referencing the bible matthew very cool.

or

"You build it to a high to say goodbye Because you're not the same as them" because it is like a fucking gut punch

notes on a conditional form - seasoned to perfection. difficult because Guys is on this album and its so sweet but i dont think its my fav lyrically, for no particular reason. same for roadkill although "i pissed myself on a texan intersection" always has a place in my heart.

"I'm in love, but I'm feeling low For I am just a footprint in the snow" did you need to fucking wreck me or is that just for funsies huh?

or

"Don't wanna bore you with my frail state of mind "Oh, winner, winner, that's your biggest lie I'm sure that you're fine" I haven't told a lie in quite some time (Quite some time) "You know we'll leave if you keep lying Don't lie behind your (Frail state of mind)"

Being funny in a foreign language - i take 0 slander for this album because its just as brilliant as the others. so first all of part of the band is fucking art and so im excluding it because it should be all of our favs.

"I've been suicidal, you've been gone for weeks If I'm undecided, will you decide for me?W

and

"'Cause, baby, I'll do anything that you wanna I'll try anything that you wanna I'll find myself in the moonlight 'Cause, baby, I want everything that you wanna And I've tried to just be me, like, a thousand times But you're on my mind"

sorry its so long and i couldnt pick just 1 (not a libra but still indecisive) in order to remain seeming somewhat cool and not a total nerd ive refrained from explaining each choice but yeah.

Welllllll……did you HAVE to bring up “Me” AND “Frail State of Mind”?!? Are you trying to make me cry? Cuz it’s almost working.

It’s weird I’ve always kinda thought of Oh Caroline as some of his simpler writing. Not in a bad way. Like “Me” is simple as well. Simplicity has its time and its place and can be wonderful. And it IS wonderful in Oh Caroline. But I’m a layers girlie, so maybe I haven’t been giving this one much attention *runs to listen to it*

[triplesilverstar]

Bugs don't fight fair

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Canon-Typical Violence, Death, suspicion, Emotional Hurt, Medical Inaccuracies, Gunshot Wounds, Blood, Blood and Injury

Word count: Roughly 3.4K 

A/N: Chap 4 of A mysterious stranger and eaten, what a day. I still don’t feel as happy with this chapter as I should but it I’m not going back and re-writing it. 

Three days after the destruction of Jeneora Rock you decide you're done waiting for Vash to snap out of his pity party of one, planning when you stop for the day to take him aside. Too bad Meryl almost makes someone into roadkill first, and you realize that today might not be the best day for trying to find some alone time.

As you fall, the screeching in your ear is making your head feel like it’s being split open, but one advantage you’ve always had in your life is that when something happens to you a second time your response is always faster. Hand reaching and killing the power to your right ear, blessed silence. Just in time to hit the bottom of whatever opening that you fell through leads too, landing on your back rolling just in time to avoid pointed fingers aiming for your chest. 

Using the motion you roll yourself up to your feet, unslinging your rifle as you turn, raising the butt to your shoulder, aiming right for the kids center of mass and firing. Watching the body turn into a flurry of worms, a single one falling to the ground split in half from your bullet. Well. That tactic isn’t going to work. Adjusting again you turn, left hand on the forstock. Right on the grip, so your rifle is reversed in your hands and you slam the butt plate into the kids face where he reappeared right behind you. A direct hit. That has the same result, a few falling worms but the body dissipating in a flurry.

You aren’t as fast the third time you turn, feeling the nails dig into the meat of your forearm dragging downwards from your elbow to your wrist, great slices digging into your flesh. Through the pain you respond, at least with fingers dug into your arm they can’t get away easily, and you cold clock the kid, making direct contact and sending them flying backwards. Hissing as their grip in your flesh disappears, along with a few chunks of you too. “Well, that’s gonna leave a mark.”  While the blood drips down from your torn skin you reposition yourself, keeping an eye on the child. “So you aren’t human. Wanna tell me what you are?” 

You watch as they stand, body movements too fluid for a human skeleton to make and narrow your eyes “Nah. I don’t think so.” Several of the smaller stinger-like worms are approaching you, so you sling your rifle and switch back to your baton. The little bastards are too nimble for you to hit with enough force using it, but just the right size for your baton. Enough force and the carapace of the creatures were split, dropping them to the ground. While you’re busy, dodging the worms, you miss the being dropping the chunks of your flesh into a container. “Besides, it’s been fun but I gotta run. Try not to get killed~” 

“What’d you do with Penny!” you scream after them, a downward swing cracking another worm in half. 

“Aw you wanna save her?” Another laugh from them, and you don’t see them anywhere again “maybe you should be more worried about yourself.” Senses high you swing around, left arm movings with a snap, if this child/being was human they would have dropped like a stone. A flurry of worms that you swing into, cracking a few more of them. “You are more interesting than you let on. But I do have other things to do right now, maybe you’ll find the other girl, maybe you won’t. Who knows~” All that remains is their laughter which fades away and you keep swinging at the worms left behind, a theory beginning to form in your head. 

After you end the last worm you sigh, dropping to a knee and looking at your forearm. “Shit” The gouge in your arm is nearly the full length from elbow to wrist, three jagged lines and if they’d been any deeper they would have hit one of your tendons, the artery they nicked already healed. At least your body knows what’s a priority to heal as you grab a bandage from your pants to wrap the injury and tie it off, once that’s done you roll the sleeves of your jacket down. No reason for anyone to see the injury and freak out. 

Glancing around you sigh, this place is even darker than the first few areas and moist, but in the low lighting you see the flashlight you’d given to Meryl. She might have dropped it earlier, but you’ll take it as a sign she might be closer than you think, pointing it around to see if the area you’re in can provide any more details on where you need to go. 

It seems the only direction you can go is forward, a passage deeper inside the worm the only opening you see. Pointing the flashlight upwards you swear, even the opening you’d drop through has been closed up. You shake your head before heading towards the open passage, hoping Meryl is alright. And that your plant man is doing ok, because this kind of thing would be something to set him on edge. 

At the sudden silence through his ear after hearing a short yelp of pain, Vash is engaging his own communication device “You ok Snipes?” All he can hear is silence, a sense of dread filling him, he’s not even getting the same interference that you’d been. Making an assumption it’s the difference between his being in his earring, while yours was a permanent addition to your senses, something you’d told him that’d replaced one of your ear drums since you tended to fire from your right shoulder and the device blocked out noises above a certain decibel. 

“Come on Snipes, if you can hear me please answer, even if it’s two clicks because you can’t speak.” The silence continues in his ear, and he’s turning around back to the starting area. If you’ve gone silent, it means you and Meryl have run into something. 

Back at the start of the tunnels he hops out, in time to see the undertaker doing the same “I’m going down the tunnel the girls went down. Something isn’t right.” 

“Feel like you need to be the knight in shining armor or something? They’re fine.” Vash is wary of the answer but shrugs his shoulders, heading down the tunnel. He’s hopeful that all you did was turn your earpiece off, the static too loud in your ears again. Those hopes are soundly dashed when after a while he finds a worm splattered against the wall, and nothing else, you’d been in a tussle and there were no other signs of fighting ahead. Just a bit beyond, he doesn’t even see the signs of where you and Meryl would have been crawlings, something isn’t right and based on the loss of tracks, this tunnel isn’t going to provide anymore clues as to your whereabouts. 

“Well, I got nothing there’s no trace of em.” Dropping back down this time, noticing the pile of burnt out cigarettes around the undertaker's feet. The man is clearly not interested in looking for the kid, or either of the girls. 

“Nothing here either” At least Roberto is still safe, that’s a good sign. 

“I say we call it, if we don’t figure a way out of here soon we’re dead too.” In his head, all Vash can think is he should have been paying more attention to what Snipes was trying to tell him. He’s missed something and his lady might have been able to fill in the blanks, a twisting of his stomach and he’s hoping her and Meryl are alright. 

“Come on, nobodies dead ok. Snipes is too stubborn to let a worm do her in. Soon as we find them we’ll go” it’s an attempt at placating the undertaker into helping him keep looking. Because if there is one thing Vash knows, you don't kick the bucket all that easily.  While the undertaker is berating him, he wants to keep his face neutral but everything he’s saying minus the survival part is something Snipes has told him in the past. Releasing the worm that had been thrown to him from his grasp. 

“Slow your roll stampede. They always take the first bite to get your guard down Then lace the rest with poison before passing it to you, the target. Text book assassination technique. I’m a reporter after all, and though our agencies not much to write home about, we get decent intel.” Roberto is stepping closer to him and the undertaker, almost like he’s trying to make a barrier between the two of them. “I heard something the other day, something about folks who can control the worms around here, and something tells me, however the controlling is done, that’s been what’s screwing with our sniper. It’s a little suspicious that the second most dangerous person in our little rag tag group has gone missing.” 

Vash has to admit, he’s been on the receiving end of that technique before, his most recent encounter with it had resulted in Snipes spending the night up with him while his body expelled the toxins. Hearing that Roberto has also figured out she’s missing has him worried, while the two males continue their little verbal battle. He’ll never forgive himself if this is what does Snipes in, there’s a lot they need to talk about, and the most pressing, at least for him is the need to apologize for his actions the last few days for a start. Noticing the escalations of the conversation around him he finally steps in “were all friends here. Aren’t we?” 

“Just trust me with this one, Snipes would say the same, this guys the type of killer that does his work with a smile.” That does draw a smile to his face, wistful.

“Nah. I think I've gotta disagree with you there.” And not just because hearing Roberto say Snipes would agree with him has his heart clenching. His lady, while blunt, has better insights than he does.

“What makes you so sure?” The doubt in his voice is clear, but Vash knows people, it’s the one thing he’s learned to truly read in his long life. 

“Those are the eyes of a good guy. Just like Snipes.” He doesn’t know why he tacks on that last part, but watches as the undertakers eyes widen just a bit more before he states he’ll take it as a compliment. “Good guy see” turning back to Roberto, he finds his face falling rather quickly. The older reporter is gone, swallowing he calls for him, and just like with Snipes, the resounding silence is his answer. 

Convincing the undertaker to help him look Vash finds himself wandering around different passages inside the worm, voice calling out each of their names in time. He’s doing the best he can to keep his voice neutral as he calls out, thinking back to before they ended up inside the grand worm inside the diner. Had you been trying to tell him something before the others had come in for the body and he was too busy wallowing in his own sorrow to notice? 

“It’s pointless. They’re long digested by now.” The undertaker is clearly trying to get him to give up on this hunt, and Vash knows why. Everything that has happened since they arrived in the worm was to separate him from the others, which means this guy works for Knives. He might not know to what capacity but all the signs and his gut are leading him to that line of thought. 

“I dunno, this place is covered in all sorts of remains. Worms might not be the speedest digesters. Plus no reporter or sniper shaped skeletons.” 

“All that to say?” The annoyance is clear in the man’s tone but Vash doesn’t care, keeping up his cheerful demeanor. 

“That it’s way too early to throw in the old towel” he’ll stay in the worm forever if he has to, but he’s going to find the two reporters and his bounty hunter. 

“So what’s the deal with you and the bounty hunter? I didn’t think people would willingly hang around someone that draws that much unwanted attention. Even if she does look like  a sweet piece of meat.” That gets a squeak out of Vash as an answer, have they been doing a bad job of hiding what they are to one another? Or has it just been him blowing it himself with his actions? Taking a calming breath he starts with the first part he takes issues with. 

“Please don’t call her a piece of meat. She’s a person. As to our deal, she’s a friend, a close friend that I'm pretty fond of.” Fond. That’s pretty tame when compared to how he actually feels about you. Neither one of you is willing to show it much outside of the privacy of a closed door or in the middle of nowhere, but he loves you and that fiery disposition that comes with it. 

“You’re willing to die for someone you’re fond of?” his tone is one of disbelief like he can’t believe what Vash has to say about you. Vash knows the easy answer to that one. 

“No, not die. But I'll protect her, just like I know she protects me. Everyone, no matter who they are have something or someone they wanna protect in this life. I’m sure you do too” Vash glances at him, a wide smile painted across his face, seeing nothing but disbelief looking back at him. “Believe me, once you find that something, you’ll do anything to protect it.” And today, has been a stark reminder to him that he hasn’t been doing the best protecting side of things, and maybe now that you have a bounty of your own. It’s time to stop caring if anyone sees the two of you making out in an alley. 

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been wandering down this tunnel, eyes scanning through the beam of light your flashlight is giving off. One thing you do know for certain, you haven’t been alone for a while now. “So, we going for round two or not?” 

“I already have what I need so I don’t see the point.” Glancing to your right you see the child sitting there, legs crossed over one another just high enough to be out of your reach. “Besides, maybe I just want to talk to another being that isn’t a human or a plant for a while.” 

You pause in your walking, turning up to look at them “What makes you think I’m not human?” You watch them almost fall over from fake laughter. 

“Of course you aren’t. Regular old humans can’t hear my network and you certainly can. And unlike most humans, you’re suspicious of just about everything that seems out of place. Most assume when they see a kid with dead adults they must be a family” at this a finger is pointed at you almost like a gun “but you? You see that and right away you start to question it. You seem to have a knack for knowing when things aren’t what they seem. Can’t say I’ve met many humans like that before.” 

“Network huh? So are you a Hive mind, or a collection of minds?” You watch their eyes narrow as they look down at you, and you tense ready for the fight they say they didn’t want. 

“You really are smarter than they give you credit for” the serious look on their face is replaced with a shrug, almost as if they no longer care. “How do you know what a hive mind is? Right now it’s just adding to my list of non-human traits about you.” 

This time it’s you who shrugs “met a hive mind before. And let me tell you, they were a son of a bitch to kill. Listen you got a name? I’d like something to call you other than kid slash creepy being in my head.” 

A round of roaring laughter leaves them this time “Oh I am starting to like you.” They pause almost contemplative before answering “You. May call me Zazie. Zazie the beast, the same as Millions Knives does.” Zazie makes a grand sweeping gesture as they say their name, and almost one of contempt at the mention of your lover’s twin. “Which leads me to a question, miss Ghost Sniper. What do you know about the twins?” A maniacal grin is on their face now, and you know this has nothing to do with either plant now. Zazie knows something you might not. 

“Guess that depends on what you know about them” this gets another laugh from Zazie who agrees with your comeback.

“So you know they’re not human too. I guess any details after that don’t really matter. So my non-human friend, who do you think I should let live on this planet with me. Humans or Plants?” You roll your eyes at being called a non-human, sure you don’t know about all your parts but you know your DNA is still human. At least you think so. 

“Both, they just need to figure out a way to do that without killing one another.” It’s an honest answer, because you’ve seen enough death in your life, enough genocide from one species to another and in the end the winner is left empty. 

“That’s a rather naive response. I figured you’d be more inclined to give an answer, given your unique history with one of the twins.” 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” you find your eyes narrowed once more, and sneer on your face as you stare at Zazie. Nothing but a playful grin reflected back at you, he knows something and like the cheshire cat, he’s going to keep it close to his chest.

“Let’s just say, I think monsters like us need to stick together. Never know when the plant you share a bed with might be the reason you almost get killed. Besides, I'm the whole planet Mayfly , I know just how close you and your so called partner really are. In fact I’ve been following the two of you for a while, and I have to say I am intrigued by you.” That has you swallowing hard, if Zazie knows, and they’ve made it very clear they are on at least working terms with Knives then Knives knows all about your relationship. And it might fill in the blank as to who decided to throw a bounty on your head. It takes care of two birds with one stone, you can’t make money and it puts you in the cross hairs of every bounty hunter and outlaw in Noman’s Land. 

“How much does Knives know about the two of us? And what exactly was your plan here today all about?” You try to keep the anger from your voice, and to keep your questions from sounding like commands. You need answers if you want to make sure you and Vash go up against Knives with all the information at your disposal. 

“He knows enough to know you’d make great bait for his twin. But not so many more of the intimate details of what happens behind closed doors. After all, you do hate sand in your parts.” That is one shit eating grin that’s planted across their face as they look down at you. “As for today. I was told to cause some drama. Nothing more, nothing less.” 

Well, now you’re flushed a deep crimson glad for the dim lighting and lack of other people around. From now on, you are only having sex with Vash behind a closed door. “What about Meryl? If you were just sent to cause drama will you let me have Meryl back?” 

“You can have both reporters. You’re almost to them now anyway. This has been a fun little chat.” Standing up they send you another shit eating grin “I think you should consider my offer of sticking together. But for now, I need to go rile up your boyfriend, who’d have thought he’d be that willing to come back for you after being fired out a grand worms nose!” 

“Wait, I have more” you find your voice fading away as Zazie does the bug thing again, disappearing from sight “questions.” You have so many more questions, doubting Zazie’s words, worried about what had happened since he said both reporters. Letting the hand you hadn’t realized you raised drop down to your side.

A lead weight dropping in your stomach just as quickly. 

Back to Masterlist for the series

[fictif-writing]

Rules for requests

Heya! These rules will probably change as I go, but here is a start. Please read them before requesting!

For now, I will write only for Roadkill, For The Love Of Gods, and maybe Last Legacy too

When requesting for characters from one of the stated stories, please tell me if it's for a specific character, or I'll write for all of them

Everything will be gender neutral unless told otherwise (I will write for female and male readers too, cis or trans)

I will write headcanons and imagines, but please specify which one you want (I'll probably default to headcanons, they're easier to write)

If you dont specify if the relationship is romantic or platonic, I will choose!

Here is what I won't do

Yandere

Suicide

The characters being abusive

Pregnancy, or anything touching the subject

Reader under 18

Here is what I will do

Fluff

Hurt / comfort

Polyamory x readers

Angst (to an extent)

Platonic x readers

Smut (to an extent, I'm not 100% sure tho but I wanna try)

Don't be afraid to come to my ask box or DM me if you have any question, I'd be happy to help!

[frenziedslashers]

On a spree on asking this- what do you think some of the characters you write for smell like?

What I think Slashers and Borderlands Characters smell like:

Thomas Hewitt: Sweat, Dirt, Blood.

I love Tommy, but this man looks stinky </3 he looks like what I smell like after a long day of hunting, tracking, and killing a deer which is no Bueno. Honestly, he looks like he smells worse. So I rate him 1/10. I do believe he would shower for you though.

Tiffany Valentine: Honey and Sweet Perfume.

Mommy 👁👁- I truly believe that she smells SO GOOD. Like bury my face in her skin good. She just looks like she takes good care of herself when it comes to appearance and she just smells yummy. She does smoke so there may be a faint cigarette smell to her, but I feel like her perfume over powers it, but in the best way. Not in a "I can't be around her because of how stronger her perfume is" way. I give her infinity/10. I want to smell her so bad.

Otis Driftwood: Blood, beer, and weed.

I truly think this man is as smelly as Thomas. He doesn't look like he takes care of himself too well when he is working on his projects. Though his hair did look fairly soft? Not too greasy? So he might shower and clean up fairly well when not working on his art. Homie reeks of weed and beer 24/7 though. I rate him 4/10. He's higher than Tommy because weed is a comfort smell of mine due to family smoking it a lot since I was small 💀👍

Baby Firefly: perfume, liquor, and weed

She takes more showers and uses more deodorant and perfume than Otis, though she still has a faint blood smell to her. She makes sure to clean herself up real well after her projects. Especially since she seems to lure a lot of people in. Can't be smelling like death if you wanna have more friends to torture. She also likes smelling good in general, but does smell like liquor and weed. I rate her 8/10.

Stu Macher: Cheap Cologne and Old Spice

I love Stu, but he buys the cheapest Cologne and Old Spice. I know he has money or whatever, but that doesn't stop this dingbat from acting like a highschool boy. I would eat up that smell though. All the hot guys in my area smell like this. 9/10

Billy Loomis: Leather, Cigarettes, and again... Cheap Cologne.

Homie smells like the bad boy type. Got the leather and cheap Cologne type smell going on. I feel like he steals Stu's Cologne because he likes the smell but is too lazy to go and buy his own lmao. 7/10 because I hate the smell of cigarettes.

Michael Myers: stanky. Death.

I feel like they didn't let him bathe in the institution so he just kind of lives his life smelling like death himself. Please, Mikey, take a shower. I will wash your hair for you. -2/10

RZ Myers: even worse than OG Mikey...

I love you RZ Myers, but Holy Jebus... have you ever seen a bar of soap? No? Fuck. Idk guys, he looks like a mess. Probably why I like him tbh. I would MAKE him shower. Idc if he tries to stab me. The STENCH of this man. How does he sneak up on people? -4/10

Bo Sinclair: Cologne, beer, and oil

Ugh he is such a comfort smell LMAO I associate him with the mechanic smell and my dad's and ex mechanic so Bo would be straight up nostalgic if I smelt him. I feel like he does take good care of himself. He seems like a tidy guy. Gotta smell good if you wanna keep tourists in town. 9/10 only because of the beer smell. I hate beer.

Vincent Sinclair: Cologne, burnt wax, maybe slight death lmao

He smells okay. It truly depends how his week is going. If he's lost in his art or not feeling the best mentally he may not shower as much as he should be. He does like keeping clean and smelling good, but damn. That's hard sometimes, y'know? He tried his best, but he doesn't smell horrible. 8/10, but he's a king so that's fine.

Lester Sinclair: Old Spice, but also B/O and Death.

I love Lester SO MUCH but FUCK he smells bad on his work days. I hc that he showers every night, but during the day that he's working he reeks. Not only is it hot as balls so he's sweating buckets, but he's also picking up dead roadkill so the stench just attaches to him. As a farm kid, if you're wet. From sweat, the hose, or even just from freshly taking a shower. That's when smells seem to leech onto you the most. I HATED taking care of hogs for that reason. 5/10 on his stinky days and 9/10 on his good days.

Brahms Heelshire: mold

I literally cannot explain it. He looked musty in the movie. I mean he lives in the wall... IN THE WALL. He has to have this musty old man smell that would have me scrubbing the house ceiling to floor and then dunking him in the tub. -10/10 because I am deathly allergic to mold.

Borderlands-

Mordecai: Rakk Ale, bird, and gun powder.

I love him, but he doesn't take care of himself well. (I could help him though...) he drinks all the time and his only friend is his bird so he's gotta be stinky. Like a bar and a zoo in one. Plus as a sniper he smells like metal and gun powder. 2/10 for Mordie Mom.

Scooter: Oil, Gasoline, anything related to Mechanics.

He is a Mechanic, in every game he is in he has a streak of oil on his face or SOMEHWERE on his person. He just looks like he'd smell like the mechanic shop. I love the little guy but he needs a bath. I would happily help him with one, too. 4/10.

Krieg: Death.

Literally nothing else. He is stinky and that's that. He knows it too. Part of him hates it, and the other half doesn't care because he's a psycho and all. I would help him with a shower if he asked. Or with just personal care, I feel so bad for the guy. 2/10

Rhys: Expensive Cologne and metal.

Idk, he just looks like these two things. I wanna stick my face in his neck and smell him though LMAO I love him so much(only without his weird mustache thing) but ugh I would again, just feed off of the Cologne smell this guy let off. 10/10

Brick: Sweat, Dirt, and guns

He is a stinky big man, but that's what makes him him. He is a bounty hunter and then pretty much a psycho leader thing after all. How is he supposed to regularly shower? He would if he was asked to by Tina or say you, but he doesn't do it a lot. Only because he's always on the move and it's so hard to. 4/10.

Moxxi: Alcohol, but also the sweetest Perfume

MOMMY- I mean... She smells very good. She has the bar stench that kind of lingers on her, but in the best way, y'know? It mixes with her perfume and she smells like Pandoras most intoxicating cocktail. Like you.could get drunk off of just her smells. I can see why Mordie and Jack aren't entirely over her tbh.

Zer0: leather and outdoors

This guy is so mysterious and I love them for it. I think they smell like leather due to their suit and also outdoorsy. Not in a stinky way, but like. He just smells like outside. Like he blends in with his surroundings, because he does.

[visualsine]

idk i wanna get to know you more, what some things you like besides hs and garfield?

ok so i wrote a lot by accident its under the cut

i fucking love wizards bro theyre crusty old men with huge beards and sick spells fuck yes. fuck harry potter though

clowns? amazing. funky. very beautiful. very powerful. i doodle these fuckers so much (mostly on schoolwork)

hylics is magnificent. makes me wanna pick up clayworking (but no.... hate the texture...) i drew stuff from it a couple times and have spam reblogged cool art :] its literally so good i need to play the second game. musics funky too. i could write an essay abt this game (i wont on this post bc i dont wanna make people scroll down that fast)

oh yeah y2k tech too. well not limited to 2000s though... like i just really love tube tvs and monitors. thats why i have tv head ocs lol. need to get an old broken crt tv so i can finally cosplay one of em......

abandoned buildings!!! ive been getting into watching proper people and shit. i wanna explore a powerplant so bad... but im weak and slow so idk if itd really be safe for me to. good enough reason to start working out tho ig. but theres also not a lot of accessible abandoned shit where i live. if i tried to go into these buildings i would get arrested lol

the legend of zelda too. it was one of my first like legit interests and its kinda just stuck with me. childhood game franchise! my favorite game is skyward sword. not for the controls though. the controls suck absolute ass... the storys close to me though and i love the character design. twilight princess is a close 2nd too... i have a concept art book for both of these games and god i love the npcs. theyre so thought out... really aiming for my characters to get to be as good as those

dusty old fucked up plush toys. i found a graduation bubba at a thrift store out in the country and i hold him so dear... bug eyed little fuck <3 wait i can show you hold on

[bubba right, frog left] i love them sm... roadkill frogs here too bc theyre one of my favorites too (i dont have them in my possession sadly)

jerma (this ones self explanatory. hes just a fucked up manlet)

saiki k is like. one of my favorite animes... love that guy. aroace king.

actual favorite anime is mp100. hm ok theres a theme to my fav animes huh.

i also enjoy reading abt/ looking at dead shit! hoping to preserve something one day :] (although i dont want to take a body from the road or a seller, as that can be unethical)

bugs are cool. i dont ever kill bugs if i dont have to and i feel really bad if i do. theyre just small friends yknow

bill and ted. spec bc theyre hot and also they give me gender envy. i want to look like these dumb fucks

ok thats it. sorry for making you read all this

[eighth--wonder]

none of y'all asked but here's a prinxiety one shot

pairings: prinxiety, logicality (i didn't write in any logicality but if you wanna see them as boyfriends, go ahead idc)

warnings: panic attacks, spooky stuff (they go into an abandoned bunker and it's implied a dead body is somewhere ((i say it's smells like roadkill))), ask to add something to this list

taglist: @knowledgeableknees @anastoundingmango

ask to be added!!

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"You ready to go ghost hunting Virge?" Roman said excitedly.

Virgil nodded. Although he was a bit nervous, Roman looked so excited and who would he be to turn down his boyfriend.

Roman smiled and bounced on his toes as he put batteries in the flashlights.

Virgil stood next to him swapping the SD card in Patton's camera for a new one.

The two of them gathered the rest of their supplies and clamored into the car. Virgil was driving as Roman gave him directions to the forest.

They were going to explore an abandoned WW2 bunker. Yeah, not Virgil's idea.

"Here we are!" Roman exclaimed.

Virgil looked out the window at the dark woods. It was, well dark. And scary. It looked like something was going to jump out at him any second.

Virgil glanced over at Roman. He looked so happy. How could Virgil tell him he was scared?

They got out of the car and unpacked the stuff they needed. Roman would hold the camera and Virgil would hold the flashlight. They were loose roles but it was a nice plan to stick to.

"Alright, all we have to do now is look for one!" Roman said walking into the woods.

Virgil followed closely, never letting Roman out of his sight.

After about 45 minutes of aimlessly wandering around the forest, Roman gasped.

"Virgil look!" He said, his voice full of glee.

Virgil stood next to his boyfriend. In front of them was a dark and intimidating doorway. The doors were open, graffiti scattered on both sides of the door. The darkness covered whatever was inside, keeping Virgil from seeing what was in there.

"I don't know Roman. It's really dark in there." Virgil said, his voice uneasy.

"That's why we have these." Roman gestured to the flashlights each of them held in their hands.

Roman stepped forward into the bunker. Virgil ignored every voice in his head and followed.

Inside was a room that branched off into other rooms. Most of the rooms doors were boarded up for reasons Virgil never wanted to know. One door however, was not. Well, it was but it was done very badly. Meaning the two could easily tear it down to see what was inside.

"That one." Roman said, shining his flashlight to the poorly boarded door. "Let's go through that one."

Virgi shivered. He swore he could hear whispers coming from that direction. He hated it.

"Maybe we shouldn't. It's boarded up for a reason babe." Virgil said. He really didn't want to go in there.

"Well, they didn't do a good job at trying to keep us out then." Roman said.

He pushed Virgil towards the room. "You're going first."

Virgil's stomach dropped. No no no no no no, he couldn't.

"I don't know Roman..." He said doing a very bad job at covering the concern in his voice.

"You'll be fine! It's not like I'll shut the door on you or anything." Roman said, tearing down the thin plywood that blocked the door.

Virgil entered the room, leaving his boyfriend on the other side of the doorway. The room stunk like roadkill. A rusty cot sat in the far left corner. An equally rusty rectangular cart sat next to it. The realization dawned on Virgil. This room used to be a hospital room. His pulse quicked. He could hear whispers coming from every direction. He took a small step forward.

Suddenly the door behind him slammed shut. Like, slammed.

Virgil yelped. He ran to the far corner in fear only to be greeted by a crunch under his foot. A bone. Great.

Virgil screamed. He ran to the middle of the room, shining his flashlight in every direction. His breaths came out fast and loud. He was jumping at his own shadow. He had to get out.

Virgil ran to the door, and began furiously turning the doorknob.

"C'mon...!" He yelled after the doorknob refused to turn.

He gave up on trying to open it himself and began pounding on the door.

"Let me out!" He screamed. His hand already  from pounding on the door.

The doorknob turned, spooking Virgil and causing him to scream and step back. His heart was racing and he could feel every part of his body. He could hear every noise but 10x louder and his breathing was faster than before. He could feel sobs in his chest. He knew this was a bad idea. God knows what's turning the doorknob. There could still be a person in here. Or a monster. Or a ghost. Thinking about it only made Virgil more panicked.

"Virgil?" The door opened revealing a greatly concerned Roman.

Virgil stumble-ran towards his boyfriend. He collapsed into his arms, grabbing onto his sleeves and burying his face into his chest. His breathing was starting to calm down but his mind was going 5 miles a minute.

"Hey, woah. Calm down sweetheart. I'm here, it's okay." Roman said. He brought his hand to Virgil's back, moving it up and down in a comforting manner. He softly kissed the top of his head, balancing his chin on Virgil's scalp.

Virgil closed his eyes. Roman needed to speak. He needed a rock, a ground to stand on. Something that told him he was here, in Roman's arms and not in that room.

He squeezed Roman's arm tighter, a small signal meaning he meeded more comfort. They had come up with it a while back.

"Remember what Logan told you? Breathe in, hold for 6 seconds, breathe out. Can you do that?" Roman asked in a soft tone.

Virgil took a few seconds to respond. He nodded slightly before Roman started the exercise.

They repeated the exercise until Virgil's breathing was semi-normal.

After a while, Virgil looked up at Roman.

"Can we leave? Please?" He asked. His voice was small and quiet.

"Of course dear." Roman smiled.

They walked out of the bunker, Roman asking Virgil if he wanted to filp it off before they left, earning a small giggle from Virgil.

The two got into the car, Roman driving home this time.

The car ride was mostly silent as Virgil fell in and out of sleep the majority of the way.

Roman put the key in the door to the apartment he shared with his friends and Virgil and opened it to see Patton and Logan sitting on the couch. Logan was read a book and Patton was watching Steven Universe.

Patton smiled when Roman and Virgil entered.

"How was it kiddos?" He asked.

"Never. Again." Virgil lifted his head from it's spot on Roman's shoulder.

Roman gave a small smile to Logan and Patton before taking Virgil to his bedroom.

"Are you okay?" Roman asked before leaving.

"Yeah, I think." Virgil took a deep breath.

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" Roman kissed his boyfriend on the forehead before leaving the bedroom.

He sat down on the couch next to Patton.

"So what happened?" Patton asked.

Roman explained what happened to a captivated Patton and an unimpressed Logan.

"Well if you learned anything, it's Virgil doesn't like abandoned WW2 bunkers." Patton said.

Roman nodded in agreement.

[headoverhiddles]

Mr. Hollywood - Cliff Booth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: After hitchhiking the California coast doesn’t work out, a sexy stranger decides to do the right thing, and it pays off-- for both of you.

Notes: Hey everyone! I saw OUATIH last night so I figured I’d write some more Tarantino smut! Cliff (Brad Pitt) was def the hottest character. Stunt daddy. Anyway, not many spoilers in this. Just little references to the movie, so if you haven’t seen it yet, it’s up to you if you wanna read :) I’ve put everything even remotely spoiler-y below the cut. Enjoy!

Now on ao3!

You lick a long stripe of vanilla ice cream up the side of your melting cone. The sun is hot today, and you're glad for the cool treat to chill you out.

You'd been waiting by the side of the highway for what seems like the entire day. Aren't short shorts supposed to increase your chances of getting picked up?

You run out onto the road waving as a convertible zips past you, and you sigh.

"Bummer," you whisper, taking another slow lick of your ice cream, and turn. You barely have time to scream as you try to jump out of the way of a speeding sports car.

That's the last thing you remember.

---

Cliff pats his hand along to the song on the radio, idly trying to identify it. Getting away for the weekend was a good plan-- he needed the time away from work, or lack of it, and while he loved Rick, he needed a break from that hot mess of a poor bastard for a while too. That's the good thing about living in Hollywood. He was just a short drive away from the coastal waters of the Pacific, there for when he wanted to cut through the shit and remember what it's like to be a living, breathing man again.

Bad Moon Rising, Creedence Clearwater. That's the fucking name of this song. Hey... what's--

In the distance, Cliff spots something by the side of the road. Someone!

A girl, lying on her side.

"Sheeit," he mutters, really toiling here. He just wants to get to his fucking motel and sleep for 24 hours by the beach... then again... hit and run passed out young thing on the side of the road...

Cliff resigns himself to being a good Samaritan. He pulls over. The little yellow car comes to a sputtering halt beside you, and you stir a little. Cliff lets his reflective sunglasses slide down his nose as he takes a good look at you. You've got a deep gash running across your chest, stuck with gravel, but other than that, you just seem to be a little bruised up.

"Look at you! Somebody's done some damage," he remarks, squatting down beside you.

"Not too much, I hope," you croak, wincing.

"Don't think so," the man smiles a little, "Face is pretty as I've ever seen one." He frowns a little, obviously chastising himself for flirting with a girl that currently resembles roadkill.

"You don't have to stop hitting on me," you smirk, coughing a little as you try to sit up. "It's making me feel better."

"In that case," he grins, helping you to your feet, "Why don't you tell me what the hell happened, beautiful?" You stumble a little, and he holds out his arm again. "Take this here bicep-- that's it, right there--"

"Are you flexing?"

"Don't know what you're talking about--"

"You are!"

"Okay, maybe a little. Kind of a lot." He gives a low chuckle, and guides you to his car, where some CCR song is just ending. He takes off the yellow Hawaiian shirt he's got on, leaving him in a tight white sleeveless shirt. He hands you the article to put pressure on your wound. 

“But your shirt--”

“More where that came from. All just as ugly.  Here we are. Theeere's a good girl-- you just sit there all nice like, and you tell me how I came to find you like that, all fucked up with a smushed ice cream cone beside you."

"I was waiting for a ride... guess I ventured too far until the road, and got hit. Kind of. I feel like I didn't actually get hit."

"A shock graze." Cliff nods, some part of him relieved that you weren't actually hit by a speeding car.

"A what?"

"In the business, that's what we call it. You get a... close call, feels like the real thing."

"You a race car driver or something?" you tease, trailing your fingers up his jeans. 

He flashes another one of those half smiles. "Stunt double."

"Ooh," you cough, grimacing as you hold his shirt on your gash, "Hollywood type. You don't strike me as that type, Mr. Hollywood."

"Well, that's because I don't technically live there, angel. Just work and breathe there. I live in Burbank with my girl."

You quirk an eyebrow. "You've got a girl, huh?"

He glances over, sees your expression, and laughs. "Yep. My dog, Brandy. She's a bratty little mutt. Love her to death."

You smile. "Far out. I dig dogs."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, good thing I didn't bring her. She don't take too kindly to strangers." You think he's serious, until he wiggles his eyebrows at you. He gives you another sideways look, switching between you and the road. "Where you from, anyway?"

You shrug. "Around."

He shakes his head. "Nah, see there ain't none of this 'around' shit. I pick you up, I gotta know if you're an axe murderer, or... if you're just here to toy with me before you kill me or some fucking bananas natural born killers shit."

"I don't wanna kill you," you snort, "But toying with you sounds like fun." You turn fully toward him. "Besides, where would I fit an axe? Up my ass?"

He bursts into incredulous laughter, and shakes his head.

The California coastal countryside passes you by as Cliff drives on to his digs by the beach waiting for him.

"You sure you're doing okay, honey?"

"I'll be fine," you say softly. "Thanks for finding me."

The two of you drive on in relative silence, stealing glances at one another when the other isn't looking. Cliff is a man of few words, but he's attractive, and you can't wait to see what lies ahead... if your wounds would kindly give you a break for the night.

He's really a sexy stranger-- well, he's not much of a stranger. He's introduced himself to you, hasn't he? And you haven't returned the courtesy.

"Name's (y/n)," you say, resting your elbow on his right forearm, "I'm backpacking here."

"Backpacking," Cliff nods, taking a right turn, "Sounds like fun. You oughtta be a little more careful, though."

"Damn right," you huff, "My bleeding chest is teaching me that." You look down at it, pulling the sticky shirt away. It looks a little better now-- the bleeding's stopped at least.

"When we get to mine, we'll get that dirty old shirt off you and wash you up proper, sound good?"

"Mhm," you nod. "Thanks for doing this, Cliff. You didn't need to."

He smirks. "I know. Still don't know why I did."

You smirk back, leaning into him. "I'll show you why you did."

He chuckles again, and hits the gas harder, peeling around another bend. In about five minute's time, you make it to what looks like a little shack... right on the beach, no one around for miles.

"Yep," he runs his hands through his blonde hair, "It ain't much, but it's home away from home."

"It's amazing," you say truthfully, closing your eyes and listening to the waves practically hit the side of the little house. "Where I'm from, there's no water for miles. This is beautiful."

He nods in thanks, squinting out at the water with his hands on his hips.

"Not my property, actually. It belongs to the state of California, or some shit. I’ll just live here until they find out."

"When's that gonna be?"

He shrugs. "They haven't noticed little old me in 30 years."

He helps you inside. It's just as homely you would imagine with someone like Cliff. It's not messy per say, but it's lived in, and comfortable. A couple broken signs hang lopsided on the wall, one neon bar sign with the pink silhouette of a busty woman holding a beer, and one that reads "What happens at the beach house stays at the beach house."

It's a nice place.

"Mine," you grin, and lay across the sunken couch. He smiles, flinging your feet off the cushion with a heave.

"Mine," he corrects. You compromise by tossing your feet over his lap, and he shakes his head, groaning.

"I picked me up a troublemaker here." He takes a good look at you. "Rick would love you. You're just his type."

"Rick who?" you ask, twirling your hair.

"Dalton. He's my boss."

"The movie star? Huh." You look down. "And... what about you?"

"What about me, what?"

"Am I your type?"

He looks at you a long time, as if thinking about it. "I haven't decided yet." He shrugs it off, getting off the couch. "Enough chit chat. We gotta get you clean."

"You gonna shower with me, Mr. Hollywood?"

"No, I'm gonna direct you to the shower, and leave you to goddamn shower on your own like a big girl."

You giggle, hanging onto his arm as he ushers you down the hall. "Big girls need their daddies too, sometimes."

He hesitates, and you see something flicker behind his eyes. He buries it quickly, but you saw it-- you know his weakness.

In the washroom, you take off your clothes, and gingerly get into the spray, letting it run over you. The cut's doing a lot better now, and though you're bruised from the fall, you're okay. You're just lucky a man with half-decent morals found you.

Getting out, you tug on the boxers Cliff had left you beside some other clothes of his, and get an idea.

---

"What the hell am I doing with her?" Cliff mumbles aloud. He wished Brandy was here-- she was a good listener. "Shit. Pretty girl naked in my bathroom? Nah. I ain't doing shit with her."

He starts to blend some ice and Miller (his personal favourite creation he likes to call the Daily Grind) and lights up a smoke. He takes a deep drag, thinking of your perky body, the way you'd looked at him in the case...

"Well now," he starts to walk around his house, "Cliff. You've been provided with a seemingly no-lose scenario opportunity."

Just then, he hears your footsteps approach behind him.

"Sorry-- I just thought it would be better if my injury got a little air..."

Cliff turns in question, and nearly drops hot ash on himself. You're leaning against the wall, completely topless, wearing only his boxers, riding down your hips.

"That's fine," he grins, huffing.

"Groovy," you wink.

He points to your peaked nipples with his cigarette. "You're not careful there, sweet thing, you're gonna catch a chill."

"I have you to keep me warm," you retort.

"God damn," he mutters to himself, smiling.

"I know it's a lot to ask, after you picked me up and everything... but you got any food around here? I'm staaarving," you bite your lip. He narrows his eyes. You're being coy now. He swings himself over to the little kitchen area, cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Hell, you think I'm gonna bring you all the way out here and not feed you?" He holds out a bowl of kraft dinner he made, and you take it, eating some of the gooey orange mess.

"Mmmm."

"Guessin' you’re a... big fan of mac and cheese," he smirks. You saunter up to him, desire dripping from your voice.

"I think I’m a bigger fan of you.” 

His beer concoction and cigarette are forgotten as you hop up onto him, forcing him to hold you by your ass. You wrap your legs around his back, and in one smooth swing, he has you turned and pinned against the counter.

"I have half a mind to tell you you're overexerting yourself, and send you to bed," he whispers against your lips. You growl.

"Don't you dare."

"I don't know," he plays, dipping his head back from another kiss, "You really think you're up for the pounding you're 'bout to get, honey bear?"

"Fuck yes, daddy, I want it," you moan, and that look comes over his face again.

"Then daddy's gonna give it to you."

He tugs the boxers down, and you use your toes to shimmy his jeans down, guessing correctly that he didn't have anything underneath today.

"Commando?" you murmur, kissing up his neck.

"I seem to've lent out my only pair of underwear," he teases, as you kick said pair off your ankle. You suddenly push yourself off the counter, and drop down to your knees, taking him all the way out of his faded jeans. You wrap your lips around the tip, holding by the base, and he groans, tipping his head back.

"Jesus H Christ," he mutters, "Haven't felt this since... shit, I don't even know..."

"Like it?" You lick along his shaft.

"Love it, babygirl, just love it."

You deepthroat him, and his groans get louder,. lazier, and more drawn out.

"Fuuuuck me up, that's special," he licks his lips, "You gonna let me return that favor?"

"Feeling your big cock inside me is payback enough," you moan, and pull his knees out, toppling him to the floor and crawling on top of him. Wide eyed for a moment, he lets you take the upper hand, but secures you tightly against his crotch as you grind there. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you there, guiding you, and your hands grab for his chest. After a moment of this, he flips himself back on top, and you feel two fingers slip inside you.

"That good?" he whispers against your face. You can barely speak-- you nod feverishly, clutching his muscular shoulders. "Mmm, you're a big girl, baby. I think you can handle three." He flashes a grin as he adds a third finger, and you rock down, moaning so loudly that if there WERE neighbors, they'd be calling the cops. "Come on now, I know you ain't shy. Moan for daddy. Make lotsa nice noises for daddy-- that's it."

"Fuck," you breathe, feeling your orgasm race.

"Come on, let em know!"

"FUCK, DADDY! Deeper-- deeper, right there!"

"Hell yeah. Hell yeah, baby, scream for me!"

You shout his name as you come for the first time, and he gives you a second to calm down before he threads his hand with yours on the kitchen floor.

"You good?"

"Yeah," you gasp, and he parts your legs, using your slick to pump himself a few times before getting between and pushing in. "Ohgod--"

"Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

He starts up a rhythm, holding you tight, propping your head up in his arms as he fucks you good and deep, harder with each snap of his hips.

"So close," you ramble, grinding down to meet his thrusts.

"Am too." He holds your hand, keeping you pinned as he waits for you, slowing his pace to gentle circles of his hips until you cry out, gushing around him again. He then fucks you hard through your amazing climax, keeping you close to him. He pulls out, rubbing your clit to draw you out as he comes as well, some hitting your inner thigh. You bite your lip, laying down and closing your eyes in bliss.

"'M all fucked out," you yawn, and Cliff keeps himself propped on his forearms above you. He shakes the blonde locks out of his face.

"You got exactly what you wanted, didn't you?" he smiles.

"Exactly what I wanted." You sling your legs around his neck, and he holds them there, massaging them lightly.

"I suppose you'll be wanting the rest of that mac and cheese?"

You shrug. "I've had enough. I'd rather fuck all night out there on your beach."

"Not my beach."

"On a beach. The beach."

"Thought you were all fucked out."

"Feelings are fleeting. They change moment to moment. Now are we gonna have some more fun or what?"

He chuckles, and picks you up so that you're riding on his shoulders. He then walks the two of you out the back door to the beach. "And away we go!"

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Scythe chapter 16-20!!

Ayy we’re backk!! Let’s just get started shall we?

Chapter 16!!

-oh god the elegy—

-“Could you imagine me as a teenager?” OH YES I CAN OHOHO

-This also shows how much power scythes and especially Goddard has

-And also shows how bad of a scythe Goddard is as well

-Scythe Curie makes a good point that also relates to the toll, in which it doesn’t matter if they kill Goddard or anyone like him because another with the same ideology will always come along without fail

-this chapter didn’t have much but it IS good so ykyk

Chapter 17!!

-OHHH ITS THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS OVER!! SCYTHE FARADAY IS D-D-DEAD or is he? :) :)

-Rowan instinctively trying to protect Citra!!!

-it makes sense for most disabilities to be nonexistent but that doesn’t mean I have to like it :/ like idk why the way it’s done is just :// especially as a disabled person myself

-The way the describe Faraday’d death is already suspicious if you already know he isn’t dead but when you’re first reading it, it does make sense!

-OH AND THE SEPARATE TRAININGS BEGINS!!!

-“If I ever take on an apprentice it will be for a different reason entirely.” OHOHO I KNOW I KNOWWWW

-Again not much to say BUT still rlly good!!

Chapter 18!!!

-Part 3 begins!!

-SCYTHE CURIE!!

-Again I always forget the names of these places, falling water is a very pretty name!!

-Citra being angry about Faraday’s death OUGH, she’s rlly going through 5 stages of grieve style

-Could you imagine ppl in the future calling our decor and shit old fashioned? Bizarre

-I love how they make Curie instantly charming and likable with only a few scenes, good writing man!!

-What hobbies would other scythes have? I wonder…

-Fun fact, i cannot drive, tried to learn and crashed the car, oh how I wish driving wasn’t necessary like in scythe

-Giving us little notes about the comfort scythes can give

-We hear a lot about being stagnant in the Scythe universe, and like, yeah, if you were in this utopia wouldn’t you grow stagnant even quicker than most? You have nothing to do literally

-You can really feel how observant Curie is, she noticed the small details

-Jesus even Curie’s yelling scared ME and I already knew what was gonna happen! She’s rlly intimidating—

-Gotta uphold your image!!

-“Another Scythe might have exacted a punishment far worse.” *COUGH COUGH GODDARD*

-Again shit names!! Barton Breen??? What??

-20 kids,, Jesus,,

-You can Curie’s own version of compassion, it’s different from Faradays yet still wonderful

-She did find her own way of gleaning!!

-Again FUCK Goddard!!

-I do wonder what would happen if Citra was trained by Goddard instead of Rowan…

-“Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.” GOD THAT LINEE

-Amazing chapter!! Told a LOT abt Curie!!!

CHAPTER 19!!!!

-Oo!! I thought this moment happened in Thunderhead but I misremembered!!

-Tho I THINK something similar happens??? Idk maybe my memory is fuckin with me ushejdj

-ALSO DAMN CITRA!! Pushin girls in front of TRUCKS holy fuck!!!

-Hate the eating descriptions!!

-TELL THE MOTHER YOU TWO!!! LIKE CMON??

-Cindy lmaoo, whenever someone whitewashes Citra im gonna call it Cindy instead <3 spite

-“err on the side of respect.” LMAO love that line

-RONDA ROADKILL IM DYINGGGGGG and so did she! (Temporarily but yk)

-“Can i throw you under a truck some other time?” She’s a busy person! I’d totally throw Citra under a truck! Would be fun!

-Morals change when theres little consequences, Citra would never even CONSIDER pushing Ronda in the mortal age, but since people can just come back it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, it also shows how the concept of empathy and morality has changed in this society

-“the cloud” like icloud! Guess apple won in this world!

-“The machine had a purer soul than any human” NO IT DOESNT IVE SEEN AI ART YOU CANT FOOL ME!!!

-FUCK YOU SCYTHE GODDARD!!!

-OO TIME FOR CITRA TO INVESTIGATE!! I remember LOVING this plot so!!!!

Chapter 20!!

-Rowan finally!!! I missed you!!!!!

-He doesn’t wanna kill Citra!!! The beginning of his devotion to her UGHHH

-god hes only 17, I think we forgot how young these characters are, they really are just kids being pushed into this horrible situation god,,,

-“His was a life without substance, and now it would end.” God and here we see Rowan’s iconic self deprecating “emo” moments, people make fun of these scenes a lot but I fucking love em, it really contrasts Rowan and Citra. Citra has people who love and care about her, Rowan doesn’t, he knows that (in this moment) if he died no one would really care or remember him, so when he finds Citra, someone who does care about him and would care if he died, he clings to it. I mean when you’re that neglected and want SOMEONE to care even a little about you, wouldn’t you do the same thing?

-He already wants to change things!! And he will!! He will change a lot, though not as much as his girlfriend!!

-VOLTA!!

-“So is there a reason why you choose your robes to be the color of piss?” HA one of my favorite lines!!

-“the Change” god their ideology—, the fact they’re all thinking that they’re changing things for the better really shows how convincing of a man Goddard is, GOD i hate him!!!

-Ans here we have Goddard’s MANY parties

-my sensory issues would hate this

-I accidentally spelled Goddard’s name as Goodard which…Isn’t that so Ironic?

-“Bimbotech” Neal I’m BEGGING you to stop

-“Rowan wondered if the man had a diamond-studded bathing suit in his waredrobe as well.” He would because he’s a vain prick!!

-HES UNDERAGE STOP GIVING HIM ALCOHOL!! *Looking at you RAND especially ya creep—*

-“He was lucky if they even remembered to get him a gift” rowans parents man,,, He was really fucking neglected man it’s so awful, and the fact he still cares about them despite that GODDD

-See how goddard bend the rules? See how he twists them to make them fit what HE wants? Yeah, he’s gonna do that a lot; again, fuck you Goddard

-ESME!!! Shes backk!! And he’s right! She’ll be important!!

-GOD this is a good chapter, rowan my beloved!!

And that’s it!!! Next time will be chapters 21-25!! We’re going so fast aren’t we?