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[itsmyfix]

Drarry Microfic I 102 words

“Well, I don’t know how, but we made it through three whole study sessions without fucking.”

Draco announced proudly, dragging the chalk in three vertical swoops across the board to prove his point. He turned around and beamed for a brief second before his face morphed into a scowl. 

“Don’t look at me like that, you’ll ruin it.”

Harry’s awful sexy smirk deepened as he leered at Draco. 

“Goddammit!” He sighed, surging his lips against Harry’s hungrily. 

Harry responded immediately, pushing him back with a thump against the chalkboard. Slowly he writhed, his robes taking along with them the three vertical lines.

[cloverplover]

fogskip fam

[peachfruitcake]

I can see

I can feel

[yasur-sketches]

Helmets

[thegoodmorningman]

Hope your Morning isn't a total "MESS". Happy Monday!

[sirlancenotalot]

[blixabargelds]

i’ve actually been writing chapter two of sympathy for the devil for a long time today. it’s been coming slow but it’s on its way

[dinosaurwithablog]

This is hilarious!! 🤣 I've never seen Hamilton Burger act this way. He ignores and talks over Perry's attempt to object and then apologizes to the judge after his tirade. He's, definitely, in a mood!! 🤣🤣🤣 Tell us how you feel,Hamilton 😁🤣😍 I love the look in Perry's eyes 😁🤣 He's rather annoyed, dontcha think 🤔 🤣

[spidersoulss]

I am ripping fics out left and right (literally 3) give me more suggestions >:3

watch me burn out in like 2 days LMFAO

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

[bikelaned]

daily drawing number 5

[shirozen]

Shopping on a roll

[phanzon]

Puppet Sisters part 5

Ragatha looked around the lobby, surveying the circus and looking behind a few of the blocks. "So, if you're here Jax, where did Gangle run off to?" Caine, who was about to leave, swung back scratching his head. "You know I was wondering the same thing myself. Lately you two have been inseparable like two love birds on their honeymoon~" Gangle was disgusted by Caine's assumption and it clearly showed on Jax's face as he took a step back from the two. "First of all, I don't like hi- ahem, her. Second off she's... back in her room or something." Zooble folded their arms with a scowl and had begun to interject, when suddenly Kinger, who was still shoveling cash behind Jax, spoke up. "Not to interrupt you Gangle, but you seem to have a purple rabbit wrapped around your neck!" Everyone looked at Kinger with an awkward silence. "What?" Ragatha, confused but curious to Kingers observation, looked closely at the back of Jax's exposed neck. "Kinger I don't see... wait a minute." Looking over his shoulder, Jax quickly turned to face the group, making sure to cover the back of his neck. "P-personal space much toots? I-" Zooble interjected with a annoyed tone. "Give it up Gangle, stop fooling everyone and just come out." Pomni looked up at Zooble before looking at Jax. "Gan- wait, what do you mean?" Ragatha took a step back in disbelief. "Gangle's... still in control?" Jax looked at everyone and sighed. "Thanks a lot Kinger, you and Zooble ruined my fun." "You're welcome <3" Turning around to let people see Gangle, she struggled to get out of Jax's overalls. "Ngh- little help here?" Ragatha and Pomni simply stood there in shock. "Wha- how- why- ga-... What the %$&*?" "Gangle, what on earth is this about!?" Gangle, now exposed and ever so pathetically stuck in Jax's literal pants, darted her eyes left and right. "Well I- uh..." But before Gangle could explain herself, Caine swooped in unexpectedly. "GAZOOKS! KINGER WAS RIGHT! JAX IS SMOTHERING MY DEAR POOR GANGLE!" "are you $#%^ing serious rn?" Firmly grasping Gangle's mask, Caine began to pull. "I'LL SAVE YOU!" Both bodies reacted with shock. "ACK! NO! WAIT CAINE, YOU-" But their protests were in vain as Caine forcefully yanked Gangle away from Jax, severing the connection. "There we go, no need to thank me my dear, just be sure to join the next adventure!" Gangle did not respond, they were visibly shaking, their mask full of tears and uncertainty. Putting her down, Cain cleared his voice. "Now Jax, I understand you and Gangle have been very close as of late, however you should not have lied to me, nor smothered Gangle inappropriately. And for that I uh... will have give you a very lengthy and stern talk- starting now." at that exact moment, the lifeless body that was once Jax collapsed on the spot, nearly landing on Ragatha, who jumps in fright. "AIIIIEEE"

The other circus goers circle around the body: his lifeless eyes are a solid yellow, a bit of drool dribbles onto the floor. Bubble starts to chew on his ear while Ragatha reaches out and tries to shake him awake. "J-Jax?" There is no response, his fur felt ice cold. "Uhhh... OH LOOK AT THE TIME!" Caine looks at his watch. "I need to go unclog the toilets, see you tomorrow!" And with that Caine and Bubble disappear, leaving the circus goers alone to deal with the situation at hand. "What... W-Why did you do this?!" Ragatha shouted at Gangle in a furious yet also trembling tone, no doubt fearful of what she just saw. "I... It was, ummm..." She stuttered and stammered, unable to come up with an answer, or rather the right answer. With a sheepish look she gave her response. "A joke? Y-yeah... it was a joke!" The others looked at Gangle with raised eyebrows. "A joke...?" Gangle could feel the anxiety build within. "Yeah well... I thought that it would be funny if I acted like Jax, like the old times when he used to play pranks." Every word that came out sounded so much worse than it did in her head. Ragatha pulled on her own hair in frustration. "WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?! HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO DO....THAT!?" Gangle could feel anxiety and guilt overwhelm her. "I- I just woke up today and suddenly I could control him... more... directly" Ragatha sighed in frustration. "So let me get this straight: you just woke up and suddenly you could make him walk and talk like nothing went wrong...and decided to trick all of us for fun?" Gangle nodded. "Tch, unbelievable." As Ragatha bent down to check on Jax again, Zooble spoke up. "Personally I couldn't care less if you had new abilities or not, but even by Jax's standards: that 'prank' was really $%#!ed up." Gangle's eye twitched. Standing up, Ragatha clenched her fists. "Jesus Christ Gangle, I knew things were getting out of hand, but this? This is just sick! He's not even responding!" It wasn't new to hear Ragatha's protests over how Gangle treated Jax, but this time was different. Ragatha could no longer hold back her thoughts and went into a tirade against both Gangle's long time abuse and her own inability to prevent it. Even Pomni and Zooble were taken aback and were left speechless by what they were witnessing. However it wouldn't have mattered if they had stopped her or joined in, as Gangle spiraled down to an inner darkness they had not felt in a long time. Ragatha's shouts felt distant as Gangle disassociated with her surroundings. She had no clue that what happened between her and Jax just this morning would have led to his likely death and the disgust of all her friends. This was what she deserved, Ragatha had every right to be angry...

Yet within the endless pit of Gangle's guilt and self pity, was a small flame that burned brightly. Something that clearly wasn't there before. It felt not as a burning passion or glimmer of hope, but rather a deep pressure that she felt in her chest. As Ragatha continued, Gangle could feel this pressure build and change her feelings. Guilt turned to resentment, pity turned to anger, and the once shy and soft spoken girl could no longer stand there and take these blows to their pride. "...I'm going to take it up with Caine. I don't care how long it will take to drill it in his head, but you aren't getting away wi-" "SHUT THE %&*# UP!" As Ragatha took a step back in surprise, Gangle suddenly shot out her ribbons towards the lifeless body of Jax, wrapping herself around her puppets neck and giving it life once more. The conjoined being shouted out with such rage as they stood up, towering over the now frightened doll. "I KNOW I $#*%ED UP, AND I'M SORRY, BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO GIVE ME THIS BULLSHIT!

As they continued to vent, their emotions getting out of control. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL OR WHAT I WENT THROUGH! YOU KNOW HOW WE ALL FELT ABOUT JAX: HE DESERVED THIS! AND YOU- and... you...?" Blinking a few times, they snapped out of their anger and saw Pomni with her arms reached outwards. "Pomni?" Looking behind her, Ragatha was on the ground, white as a sheet and filled with terror. "Please Gangle... this isn't like you."

It was in that moment Gangle realized the rest of her ribbons were protruding outwards, like tendrils ready to strike. "Wha- wait a minute I didn't mean to- to..." As they stuttered, Gangle could feel something was on their face. Jax's face. Wiping it off they realized it was tears, actual tears running down Jax's face, still warm from emotional turmoil. The now vulnerable Gangle, with Jax's ears lowered and tears beginning to now form on Gangle's mask, looked up to see Zooble, just standing there. Their friends pupils were small and their eyes filled with emotion. Was it anger? Disappointment? Disgust? Regret? Hatred? Sadness? Whatever it was, Gangle couldn't bear to look at their friend, nor could they could stay any longer. They had to get out of there, they needed to escape from the hell they had just reaped. Scared of causing more harm and unwilling to show anymore of their vulnerability, the two turned away and ran as fast as they could, their tears flying off into the wind as they cursed themselves. "GANGLE WAIT-" Pomni reached out and was about to chase after them, when Zooble stopped them. "Don't. Just... Let them go." Pomni looked over to see Zooble looking dejected, hurt and visibly shaken. Pomni lowered their hands, putting them together as their concern lingered. Looking back at Ragatha, wallowing on their knees, it was clear she wasn't feeling so great. "Ragatha, i-" "It's my fault." Tears dripped from her face as she repented. "Gangle was right... I didn't know anything and I didn't do anything to actually stop her. I mean its not like Jax didn't deserve it... I should have just shut my mouth shut instead of blowing up." Zooble reached out to Ragatha briefly before bringing back. "sigh... No, you said what needed to be said, you did a good job." Ragatha turned back to Zooble, their eye red from crying so much. "Good job?! You call THAT a good job?! Jax could be DEAD for all we know and we didn't do anything to save him!" As Ragatha continued to cry, Zooble looked away with discomfort and guilt. Putting their hand on her shoulder, Pomni did her best to console her friend. "None of us could've predicted any of this would happen when Gangle first possessed Jax. But I know that Jax is somewhere deep inside, and we'll be there to bring him back." Zooble couldn't help but scoff. "Pomni's got a point... but by the looks of it, Gangle's bringing back Jax in herself." Pomni pondered for a second. "Oh god, you're right." In that moment, Ragatha held her head in her hands and continued to cry, causing the other two to look away and grimace. Suddenly, a nice, warm, earthly colored was lowered onto Ragatha, who looked up at the kind, kingly figure who came over to comfort her at her lowest point. "Here you go, this will help." Ragatha held onto it tightly. "*sniffle* Thank you Kinger, you're so sweet." Helping her stand up with the assistance of Pomni, Kinger gestured towards his impenetrable pillow fortress. "How about you spend the night with me? You always loved the fireflys... or at least i think you did?" Ragatha wiped her tears away. "No centipedes?" Kinger crossed his heart and hoped to die. "No centipedes." Ragatha hugged Kinger and thanked everyone for their support before turning in. Pomni stood there with a smile as she watched them, only to turn around and see Zooble already walking away, a bit slower than usual as they hung their head with grief. Pomni wanted to go over and comfort them... but her instincts told her it was best to leave her alone for the night.

The door to Gangle's room was kicked open with a loud THUD, before slamming shut with a loud SLAM. Everything hurt: their bunny ears were ringing, their heads felt as if someone jamed thumbtacks inside, while the pain in their chest beat harder as their bunny heart beated faster. Tears and mucus ran down their face as they grunted like a disgruntled beast, pacing back and forward in their dark room with their fists clenched. With little warning they ROARED with anguish, brandishing jagged teeth as they began tearing into the cushions and throwing miscellaneous junk across the room. They were a beast out of control, their emotions jumbled up, crisscrossed and all over the place. They felt the room spinning, spinning, spinning. Getting dizzier and dizzier until they got sick and began puking from both bodies. They had forgotten to not look around with both sets of eyes since they snapped at Ragatha. It was too much, it was far too much: Gangle released herself from her puppet, allowing it to fall into the metallic muck while she got a hold of herself. "I'M SUCH A $%&*ING IDIOT!" or at least... tried to. "I was having so much fun jumping around and swinging... WHY DID I HAVE TO HURT MY FRIENDS?!" Gangle looked back at Jax as he simply laid their, motionless in the muck, devoid of any life. She went over to him, running her ribbon across his body, trying to find even a semblance of life. "God... $#@% it. He really is gone." Even with a blank, lifeless face, she could imagine Jax smiling at her misfortune from beyond the grave. She looked away with guilt for a minute before bringing her arms up to her face and letting out a muffled screech before crying to herself. He truly was gone... and she was stuck with his corpse.

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Dracula AU, Pt 3

Lena's anxiety lessens only slightly when Kara assures her that no one was hurt. When Kara lifts her hand to unlock the cell, Lena halts.

"Don't." Bitterness grinds like glass in her throat. "We don't know it won't happen again."

Tears of helplessness glitter in Lena's eyes. It's been weeks of this, each day eroding her sense of reality. And now she's imprisoned, trapped in a cell with none of the contact that had served to ground her even slightly.

"I don't know what to do," Lena confesses, her voice cracking helplessly. Her tears spill onto her cheeks. "Kara..."

"We'll figure it out," Kara vows. "We always do."

And this time, they have to.

----

Trapped in her cell, there's little for Lena to do but sleep. After weeks of torment, she's exhausted, and with nothing to keep her busy she slips into uneasy sleep. But this time, she dreams.

She treads through thick mist, heavy and cloying in her throat. It disorients her, so much so that it takes her several moments to realize what she's looking at when the mist parts to reveal a dark, unfamiliar chamber.

It's several moments later that she realizes her body is not her own. Her limbs feel heavy, her motions clunky as she turns to survey the space around her. When she sees a crumpled heap of a body, clearly dead, in a shadowy corner, she knows exactly what's happening.

The mind sharing goes both ways.

"I'm in the sewer," she says aloud, recognizing the echo of flowing water bouncing against the stone walls. Her words hiss behind unfamiliar teeth and lips. She can only hope that the words travel across the link to her own body, that Kara will not only hear her, but remember.

She narrates all that she sees. A dilapidated crate to one side, with an ancient book sitting atop it with tattered pages in plain view. She doesn't recognize the language printed on them, but the letters are reminiscent of the cyrillic alphabet.

When she exhausts what's in the chamber, she ventures into the narrow passageway beyond. She needs to know where she is, but the cramped corridor gives her nothing but the stench of sewage. She wanders aimlessly, uncertain of how far she travels. She speaks her path-- a left here, a right there... until she hears the scuff of a footstep not her own.

She freezes, then ducks out of sight as a sanitation worker turns a corner at the far end of the tunnel. Lena swallows when the scent of his sweat tingles in her nose, his pulse thumping in her ears. Hunger tears at her throat, and she digs clawed fingers into the concrete wall she hides behind her, to fight the ravenous urge to feed.

No. Not just feed.

Hunt.

The man moves on quickly, unaware of her presence. Only when his scent is once again replaced by sewage does Lena release the wall, and turn the corner once more. If a worker is here, there must be a point of entry nearby.

She traces the man's path to a ladder, haloed by sunlight cascading through the open manhole above. The light sears her vision, causing her to recoil. But she grits her teeth-- her fangs-- and pushes through the pain to take one step, then another towards the light.

Hope sparks in Lena's mind-- beyond learning where she might be, perhaps, just maybe, she could kill this monstrous body altogether. She might perish in the light along with it, but Lena can't bring herself to care. It's time to end this.

Almost as soon as the thought forms in her mind, another presence uncurls in her consciousness. The monster slowly wakes, a vague identity that sharpens with every step she takes. Soon, it begins to struggle for control, slowing her progress to a shuffle then a halt. Pain lances through Lena's mind as the monster's mind rails against hers.

It would be so easy to let go-- she WANTS to relinquish control, to return to the familiarity of her own body. But she fights. For every last inch, she clings to control, desperate to gain something, anything, to aid them.

Pressure builds in Lena's chest, shortening her breath. She's not going to make it to the ladder, let alone the daylight above. But just as her consciousness snaps away, she catches sight of a small placard riveted to the wall of the tunnel.

"Hayward!" she shouts, just as feels her consciousness snap away. In a blink, she's back in the Tower, safe in her cell. Chest heaving, she scrambles to her feet. "Hayward Street! Kara--!"

She whirls around, eyes wide as they meet Kara's.

Kara lifts one hand, waggling the small voice recorder held in her fingers. Kara did hear-- and reacted just the way Lena had hoped.

A grin spreads across Kara's features.

"We've got him."

[efervesan]

vah onlar dağın mücevherlerini koparıp yediler meyve diye sonra bir kayanın kostümünü parçalayıp içinde yüzdüler vurdular, aldılar .vah. bir at sineği toprağa bıraktı larvalarını, kanatsız

ki ben sadece okyanusu hecelerken nefes alabiliyorum sonra bir balık gibi debelenip ayak arıyorum üstünde .nah. böyle dikilebileyim diye

soluk koskoca bir ömrün var görmezden gelinmiş yıllarını topuksuz heba etmiş kalf kadını ayaklarını ver bana götürüp dikilebileyim…

kur çek bırak kâinatın yaylarını onlar yeniden yeşerecekler iki ayak üstüne dikilip dağın mücevherlerini yiyecek ve toprağın içini hart hart kemiren kökleri yok edip. Ve sonra alfa erkeğini kaybetmiş bir kadın koleksiyonunu gösterecek vah, verilmez kadın koğuşuna dimdik sebzeler doğranmadan erkeklere de dalak…

.ok. daha ne kadar tutacaktım ya nefesimi yaydan çıkmadan ki önünde dikilebileyim…