#ouh my heart hurts

[phamjeans]

WHY IS SHE SO TINY 🥹🥹🥲🥲🥲😞😔😩🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😫😫😫😫

[1980ssunflower]

The most perfect men to ever exist 🥺💖🥰💙

[keeps-ache]

s. sob

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

for parkee macmeemee

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

if you have any ships or anything (note: ik the original question is asking about romantic ships but i'd love to know about other types of relationships as well):

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

and if you read/write fanfiction:

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

HI YAY ^_^ okay

1. I like him! His hexed twice and overall bad situations has allured me. He is like a tired sopping wet cat to me. Also I kinda just like his story and past ? Doomed to leave others unstable cursed to roam around everywhere…. that one image. i just think he’s neat :D i don’t fully have a clue on why my brain latched onto him so much but he is Surely A Guy.

7. Ouh… I think it’s funny when he’s portrayed as So Damn Eternally Exhausted [he absolutely would be i do not blame him] also hm what else i Swear there’s more. hmm more tiny details but i do like it when he’s shown [in either drawn or written form] using a cane ^_^ also i do like the stitches under the eyes… neat design methinks

8. Ahh… hm. I don’t really Despise it besides just a mild dislike but I don’t think he’s mean ? Or a heel is a better wording perhaps. i don’t think he Wanted to hurt people [though let’s be honest he might’ve been glad the fireballs got incinerated i mean c’mon] or Enjoyed doing it. it is a super interesting perspective though so i’m not fully dissing on it i just personally think he’s too soft-hearted

RELATIONSHIPS. OH BABY i have A Ton of ideas now hm. i like to imagine that he’s Very Awkward and Cannot establish friendships easily [also the firewalker thing. why make friends when you’ll be launching them into the toaster anyways] so his. social pool life is rather limited.

i like to think that he Used to be friends with agan espinoza at some point? though they’ve been avoiding each other over the mutual misconception that the other hates them now. now they’re just. awkward strangers that try to stay away from each other unless it’s Necessary or an Emergency.

i think he’s friends with durham spaceman! they don’t contact each other often but they’re still buddies regardless. especially since i like to think durham showed him how to play his instrument in the first place

ALSO ALSO. coronation crabs. i think he’s friends with declan, yusef and ramirez ^_^ i imagine they get along well and frequently do tasks like laundry together to keep from getting bored. also card games

now. for the ones i’m real excited to talk about

wyatt mason x aka the max. they are so friends [and maybe more? i haven’t settled on if i think they’re platonic or romantic yet] i like to think that parker Tries to stay away from people he’s on the same team with but max. max is very insistent and stubborn on Not Letting Him Sulk Around Sadly. xe invites him to a lot of places to hangout and stuff and i like to think xe stands near him during band practice. i also like to think max bugged parker about getting another means of contact that wasn’t like. email. and they chat about almost everything but mostly music i think ^_^

tiera wigdoubt. ohh im so. tiera falls to the team and has No Idea what is going on since so much has changed since they were alive and they Immediately linger around parker because hey at least it’s someone they recognize yaknow. they bond fairly quickly [mostly from tiera trying to figure out how to Do Life again and asking parker about everything that’s changed since then] i think tiera drags parker out on the weirdest adventures ever. like exploring abandoned buildings and seeing how fast they can get kicked out of a store kinda activities. gestures around. i think they’re friends or possibly more. you get the deal

THE ALASKAN IMMORTALS!! i am so so normal. unfortunately there are So many immortals it’d take me hours to write all of what i imagine. i think he still has a good bond with the immortals [especially after clearing up the misunderstanding that they hated him] though in particular… i think parker might’ve had romantic interest in owen suzuki and crits manhattan in the past

hm. for everyone else i think he’s either acquaintances with, hasn’t met yet, used to be friends but The Reasons, or dislikes/is enemies with.

15. as for favorite ship ehh? hard to say. tied between parker/tiera and parker/max

16. well. i think this ship is interesting and so so baffling [what is Wrong with them, truly] but megan ito/parker. it doesn’t occupy as much space in my brain as the others do so unfortunately it is cast aside

21. I KNOW I’VE SAID IT PREVIOUSLY BUT CANE!!!!! PARKER USING A CANE!!!!! i love parker with cane. love it so dearly i try to incorporate as much of it as i can in fics. can’t say there’s anything i don’t like? i do get in rough spots where i can’t figure out what he’d Say or Do in dialogue and actions but the blame goes to my mind for stalling in those sentences. lately been difficult to write outside of The Life Stuff and that is my brain being melted into soup which sucks

22. it makes me overjoyed to see him be displayed as a nervous dog it’s a bit comical to me [just like me…] though i adore fics where parker befriends the teams he’s been on it’s really nice and interesting. as for something i don’t like uhh? oh yeah i know i said it before but i don’t think he’s rude. just a personal interpretation difference

[puckjay-blue]

But This Is Ruin: It looked like it hurt (chapter 2)

When Hephaestus opens the door he expects to be sad. That is how he always felt when Aphrodite cried. That is how everyone felt. Instead he is angry.

There is something about the perfect pink of the tip of her nose and her perfectly puffy eyes and the five strands of hair that escaped her messy bun. Something about those watery hazel eyes. He knows that when she looks like that the entire universe fawns and gives her a hug. And that means that he immediatly becomes the bad guy. No hugs, no compassion for him. She is not doing it on purpose, he knows that. She is just that pure, and if he is being honest, that pretty. And that makes it even worse.

She is holding a cardboard box a bit larger than what he expected. "Come in," he offers. She nodds and sniffles, and follows him as he wheels back into his appartement. Aphrodite puts the box down on the coffee table. In it there are a change of clothes, toiletries, several hoodies, and a collection of small trinkets. Glass baubles and welded figurines, woodcarved toys and clay cups, leather bracelets and finer jewelry. Hephaestus picks up a glass dog and turns it in his hands. "I didn't know if you wanted those back, so..." He doesn't really want the gifts that bad. Instead he wishes she had put their whole relationship in the box, all of his secrets and how he looked naked, so he could take it all back from her. "Thank you," he says, refusing to argue.

"How are you doing," she asks as she sits in the guest chair. "I'm good. Do you want something to drink?" "Tea would be nice." Hephaestus does not drink tea, but there is still some of her favorite in his cupboard. He leaves her in the living room to go to the kitchen and put the kettle on. She looks like an odd thing in his space, where everything is big and empty and in dark colors, like a small pearl in a too large oyster.

He comes back, a tray balanced on his lap with a single cup on it, and she is crying. People always assumed she was one of those pretty criers, who seemed to only cry with the water coming out of their eyes. Aphrodite cries with her all body. He soulders shake under her coat and her face contorts in a frown, yet she is still pretty. "Are you sure we're over?" she chokes a little on her words. "Come here," Hephaestus says, putting the cup on the table and bringing his wheelchair next to Aphrodite. He wraps his arms around her and shelters her face in his shoulder. He is not angry anymore.

She does not cry long. When she lets go, he finally answers. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry." Her nickname almost slips from his tongue. It's too easy, like a poem he learned by heart, and calling her "Aphrodite" just feels wrong.

Like a needle popping a baloon, a knock at the door breaks the tension in the room. "I got it," Hephaestus announces. When he opens the door he has to crane his neck up to meet the gaze of the tall woman standing there. She looks overdressed, in a silk grey suit and silver jewelry that shines like stars against her dark skin. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting," asks Athena. "No, it's ok," Aphrodite answers when Hephaestus hesitates. "I like the bantu knots on you, Thena, looks great." Athena gives a nod of appreciation as she steps through the door. "I have some papers from the student comitee." "Ouh, not my scene," Aphrodite says in an exaggerated sing-song tone. "I'll leave you two to it." And she waltzes out the door, light on her feet despite the cardboard box she grabs from Hephaestus's table.

Athena stares at him with her usual neutral look. "You're getting too popular to own only one chair." "I guess so, huh." There is a comfortable silence as Hephaestus grabs the papers and quickly reads the titles and carefully highlighted words, and Athena settles on the one chair. "So. Are you going to tell me?" she asks when she sees him put the papers down. "You're such a gossip," Hephaestus teases. Athena's neutral look does not leave her face. "Everyone is wondering." "So? Let them wonder. It's none of their buisness." "I don't do wondering. Why did you break up with her, Hephaestus?" He groans and hides his face in his hands. "Do we have to do this, Athena?" "We do. Spill the tea."

Hephaestus chuckles, a little bit hysterically. "You know what's fucking unfair? Evryone acts like she was such an angel for dating me, and im making a huge mistake by breaking up with her. No one has ever asked what she did." "What did she do?" "Nothing!" Anthena nods thoughtfully and gets up. Hephaestus follows her into the kitchen to continue the conversation as she pours herself a sparkly lemonade and leans her back against the counter. "If you want ice cubes I made some earlier. She didn't do anything big that people can point out and say "that's why". It's the little things." To other people, Athena's unmoving stare is unsettling, but Hephaestus has known her long enough to know this is how she pays undivided attention, and her stoic silence is soothing when he bares his soul. "She was even better than most my previous partners, didn't let go of my hand in public and stuff. And people treated her like a saint for that and that made me feel like shit." "I know you," Athena interrupts. "You did not break up with her because of other people treated her." Hephaestus sighs, and grumbles "Cut through the bullshit, I get it." He spins his wheelchair in place a few times as he thinks. "She didn't find me attractive. And I get it. No one does." "Not true." Athena interrupts him again. He looks at her with a raised eyebrow, surprised and disbelieving, so she points at her own face. "See this? This is my I-know-something-you-dont face." Hephaestus rolled his eyes and continued. "She never called me pretty. Or handsome. Whatever. She only called me stuff like, rugged or, strong. And when I asked, she would reassure me that she was attracted to me, but she's not a very good liar." "Is that really the problem?" Athena asks. "Stop psychonanalysing me," says Hephaestus without meaning it. "She did this thing where she'd compliment my scars and touch them all delicate and soft. And that's better than if she was disgusted by them, but it's still making a point of how not-disgusted she was, and that felt weird. Like there was no way to just be *normal* about them." Athena just keeps staring. She is not one to repeat herself, and she already told Hephaestus to cut to the real issue. "It's going to sound like it's about Ares," Hephaestus says and adds, after Athena does not say anything. "It's not about Ares!" "I did not say anything." "*Stop psychonalaysing me!*" he half-yells, but he is grinning. "I don't mind that she likes him," he conceeds. "And I know she would have never cheated on me. But seeing how she looked at him, it made me realize, he is her "one who got away". And that made me wonder what I am, what story she put me in. I don't think I'm the charity case, despite what everyone thinks, but I don't know. I think I was her beauty and the beast story, the rough exterior with a perfect boyfriend underneath." Athena stays silent. He knows that's how she keeps people talking, but for now he does not mind. "And honestly I think I'm more mad at the "perfect boyfriend" part." Hephaestus starts spinning his wheelchair in place again. "Because it's a lot of pressure, you know? It's like I have to make up for my looks, like I can't slip up and be angry, or forget an important date, or literally anything. I have to be perfect all the time." Athena nods. Hephaestus reaches into a drawer and puts a metal straw in her glass as she goes to refill it.

"You're doing good," Athena says without any inflection. "Yeah, I broke up with her because-" "Not about the break up. Identifying and communicating your feelings." "You taught me well." "You don't miss any practice." "Don't call this practice, I know you're just looking for hot goss'." Athena does not deny anything.

[itlivesproject]

I gave the judas kiss/ shadow route a try as reddield!Devon (for the angst obvi) and ouh boy that hurt me so much I think I need therapy now. My poor boy Devon. He was literally the reason why the ilitw group was held together in the first story, he always made sure that everyone was well and looked out for everyone but himself truly, his parents were gone for most of the time with that having nobody to lean on, except Connor maybe, then he sacrificed himself and lost four years of his life. After that, he came back for only a few days and reunited with his love Connor but only for a fleeting moment. And after that was forced to be sacrificed, and probably likely will feel the pain of being an anchor, eternally thus will be in agony forever.

That injustice just doesn't sit right with me. l'm so glad that there are other paths. He deserves to be happy.

This route is not for the faint of heart! Rowan may get their perfect ending, but the price is steep…

[arianaromer0j]

Amateur Love Poem

i’m so in love that it hurts

everyday it just gets worse

my heart may as well burst out of my chest

my mind won’t allow me to get any rest

i can’t help but to cry

ouh what i’d do to call you mine

i care for you so deeply

these words don’t come so easily

i’ve got the best gift in the world

yet i’m selfish, i must deplore

yes, you’ll always be my bestfriend

but in my heart you’re so much more

~ a.r.j 19

[mccarthymolly]

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[bunny-eats-fox]

lost on you | part I

miya atsumu x plus size, female reader

words count : 2k

summary : you were neighbors since birth and friends since kindergarten; you, osamu and atsumu had known each other for a long time. however, as years passed, you realized the immense crush you had on the younger twin. while you lived by their sides, your one-sided crush on osamu never let you look any other way than his. thus, you failed to notice a longing gaze on you. but it all changed when, one day in university, you found out that osamu had a girlfriend. with your heart shattered, atsumu stole the chance to “console” you properly to hopefully get you to finally notice him.

general story warning : college au ; 18+ at times ; plus size y/n ; childhood friends to lovers ; friends with benefits to lovers ; y/n’s insecure about her size ;

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“Hey, wanna grab a bite before we head to the library?”, you said to the group of people you called your friends. Two of which you were quite close with. Atsumu, Osamu and you had been neighbors all throughout your lives so far. So, even when you decided to move out of your homes and study in Tokyo, you went to the same university and moved to the same dorms. It’s like fate didn’t want you three to be apart…

“Ouh! I’m also kinda starving after that long lecture.”, Atsumu was the first to nod while already rummaging around his backpack for his wallet.

“Yah, I have to pass.”, your crush said this time and you couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment bubbling up inside your heart.

“Aw, why that~? Did our handsome boy get a girlfriend or something so he can’t hang out with his old friends?”, one of your friends from university teased him.

Normally, Osamu would have had some sort of snarky response, or at the very least he’d roll his eyes in annoyance, but this time… Nothing. It was quiet for just a few seconds as your crush didn’t say anything and your heart sank into the pit of your stomach.

“NO WAY!? Really?!”, someone squeaked and Osamu just sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

Right then and there, you thought you heard something shatter. Like as if a glass fell down and broke into million little pieces right in front of your feet. Everything was blurry and muffled. You knew that day would come. The day were your first ever crush, your unrequited love Miya Osamu, would have a girlfriend. You knew that and yet, nothing could have prepared you for that suffocating feeling when it actually happened.

You had to gulp, before you mustered your best smile, thankfully you were quite good at faking it.

“Ehhh? No way! I feel like I am a Mom watching her son get his first girl. Ahh-ahh my boy’s all grown-up now. We’ve known each other since we were babies, I feel so proud~.”, you dramatically sniffed and then laughed. Osamu just blushed a little and nudged you with his elbow with a grumble.

“Then, next time, bring her along, okay?”, you suggested with a grin and giggled sneakily. Like that, your crush just huffed before he grumbled an “Anyways I am going! See you on Monday.” while your friend group still laughed and waved after him, calling him “Lover boy” and whatever they came up with in that moment.

Atsumu had just quietly watched that scene. But once he looked at you, he knew all that smiling and laughing was fake. He always knew you had eyes for his twin. Though he was quite sure Osamu didn’t realize it, after all, he wasn’t the one paying attention to you whenever you were together. Sadly though, you never noticed him… never. Atsumu saw that dangerous glazed look in your eyes, but you held it together perfectly with that fake smile of yours.    

Why was life that unfair? Once the setter had realized how he felt for you, it had already been too late because not long after he realized you had only eyes for his brother. Atsumu had watched you closely, hence why he had noticed those longing glances towards Osamu very soon after. He knew what you had just done must have hurt you, being so supportive of his brother’s relationship with another woman.

After their friends had also calmed down again, they turned to you two once more.

“Shall we go then? Even if our mister handsome has other priorities now, we still need to study, huh?”, one of your female friends suggested. Though all you wanted to do was go home and cry yourself to sleep. However, you still smiled and nodded. You had asked in the first place.

Atsumu also silently nodded. Even if he would have normally had a thing or two to say, he just walked beside you quietly. Right now, he knew whatever he would say, even if it was a stupid joke, it would hurt you. Because he knew that feeling oh too well. The feeling of having your crush love someone else. That suffocating realization of being lost on the one you loved the most.

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After you had a quick dinner in a small family restaurant, you excused yourself and told them you would meet them at the library later. It was a needed excuse, because the moment you stepped into the bathroom stall you just couldn’t hold them back any longer. Tears dripped down your cheeks as you slumped down. You desperately pressed your hands against your mouth to swallow any sobs, but it just hurt so much.

You had had been crushing on Osamu for so long. Somewhere, in a tiny corner of your heart, you had always hoped. Though the rational side of you was much bigger and you had told yourself time and time again that he just weren’t interested nor attracted to you (which you couldn’t even blame him), realizing the crushing truth that it REALLY was hopeless was too much to bear.

After a good ten minutes of crying, you came out, still sniffling and wiping the remaining tears away with a tissue. Though you did not expect to see Atsumu in front of the family restaurant. He was casually leaning against the big pole with the logo on it.

You tried to wipe away your tears just a little bit faster, but it was useless already. He had already seen them.

“Ha, I can't believe you would cry over that idiot like that.”, he sighed, shouldered his bag and walked towards you.

“Shut up, what do you know, Atsumu?”, you wanted to yell but your voice broke due to you crying for like 10 minutes.

Those words kind of pissed him off. Why were you so damn obsessed with his brother when he was RIGHT. THERE. Ready to love you. But of course, you couldn’t control who you fell in love with, he knew that very well.

“Well, I know that he won't ever look at you, Y/n!”, he leaned in dangerously close to your face. His expression was almost a little… scary. Why did he have to tell you that? You already knew, but his words cut deep and a new set of tears trickled down your cheeks.

“I KNOW THAT?! WHY?! Do you like seeing me like that!? I know already that he will never look at me. He never has, he… he never… never…Osamu will never… like me.”, you started out yelling at him, though your voice broke again at the end as you slowly lowered your head and then sobbed into your tissue again.

You were shivering and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms. Argh, why was he never able to shut his damn mouth. It certainly came out much worse than he had imagined. Atsumu wanted to tell you that Osamu would not look at you, but HE would. Sadly his mouth was much faster than his brain and now he made you angry and cry again. He never learned.

But he couldn’t help it. He also felt hurt that were so upset and that you liked his brother so much. Why was love so damn complicated? But then, Atsumu said something out loud once more before he could even properly think about it beforehand.

“Then, if you want him so bad, why not let me fuck you?”

“Huh?”, it was a weak sound out utter confusion that escaped your lips.

“We’re twins, Y/n.”, he suddenly smirked, “Our dicks are basically the same, so why not try me?”, Atsumu leaned in again just to whisper in your ear this time, “You will never be able to fuck him, so why not use me instead? I am the only man on this planet that is able to show how it feels to fuck with Osamu. I am basically him after all.”

When he rose again just to look into your widened e/c eyes, you didn’t know what you should do. On one hand, you wanted to slap him and scream at him. You knew they weren’t the same. No, not at all. To be honest, you had never liked Atsumu that much. He was damn loud, annoying and flirtatious. A real fuckboy. Nothing like his much calmer twin that stole your heart years ago. Sure it was fun to be around them both, but if you were ever alone with Atsumu, like right now, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed; even though you were supposed to be best friends…

But on the other hand. He did have a point. If there was someone who came as close to Osamu regarding appearance and voice? It would have to be his twin. However, you were still a virgin and the thought of Atsumu of all people taking it was… Ugh, it annoyed you to no end.

Miya just stared at you in silence, anticipating your answer. Though that confident grin never faded as he stared into your eyes. As moments passed, he felt uneasiness in his heart but he did absolutely everything to not let it show. Maybe he did go a little far there… But he was just so pissed you chose not him but his brother. Was he so detestable? He knew you didn’t like him that much. It had never bothered him if he was unliked by people, but why of all people did it have to be the one girl he fell in love with?

“Fine.”, you didn’t know why, but it intrigued you. Sex with Miya Atsumu. The twin of someone you held dear to your heart for so many years.

“You’re nothing like Osamu though. He is sweet and caring. When he talks about things he likes he gets all excited and it’s super cute. He is always nice to me, helps me with my studies…”, you cut him off when he was about to open his mouth, “You are nothing like him, Atsumu. Just so we get this straight. Don’t get ahead of yourself. All you have in common is looks and maybe your voice if you try. So you better make this at least worthwhile.”

Then, you turned on your heel and walked away. You usually weren’t that sassy, but your heart was thumping like crazy when you thought about having sex with the Miya twin. So you had to hide it with those words; not that they weren’t the truth. He was nothing like Osamu, even if they looked alike without his bleached hair, the difference between them was like night and day. And yet you would…

God, it pissed him off even more that you could talk to him like that. So you really never saw anything but his brother. You never noticed him or how often he would longingly stare at you. Fucking hell…He hated how much he loved you and that he just couldn’t let it go. Just you wait, he would make you forget about Osamu sooner or later. Like that, Atsumu quickly followed you and wrapped his arm around your curvy side to press your body against his.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you a good time, Y/n. Now, let’s go.”, he grinned confidently and brought you to the next love hotel. You just rolled your eyes while you tried to get some distance between you two once more. Why did you say yes?

Were you seriously going to give your virginity to this fuckboy?!

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>> part II

all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up (if not stated otherwise) ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

[bakumu-archive]

maybe its true

denki kaminari x reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: you know denki loves you, so why do you feel so alone?

cw: hurt/comfort, depressive thoughts, being alone, tickling, fluff, mentions of food

a/n: this ones been in my drafts for a month. does this count as an apology for being mean to him in my baku bday fic? shout out to my wonderful beta reader, @winniethepoohloathesyou​ you're the best  ♥

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

You know that Denki still loves you. 

It's written all over his face as he tells you all about his new video game obsession. How his eyes light up showing you all the progress he's made, and all the things he wants to do. He loves to talk to you about the things he loves because he loves you too.

You can see it in his eyes in the way that he jumps to help you with the dishes when you ask him to, washing the dishes while you get dinner started before he makes his way back to the game room. 

You can hear it in his voice when he talks to you, cracking jokes and being playful with you to dispel the sorrow that he can see hidden in your eyes. 

And he's good at loving you too. He knows how to hold you just right, how to give you the perfect forehead kisses, and how to smile at you so that your heart flutters every time.

So why do you feel so sad? So alone? 

You know you shouldn't feel like this. Your brain is being irrational, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. That the pain you feel of being pushed away isn't valid.

Because he comes to bed later and later each night; some nights not crawling under the covers until the sun is already up. The evenings you used to spend cuddling on the couch watching anime are now spent alone while he sits at his computer. The way everything he does is only done so he can go back to his games faster. Dinner is eaten later and later each night, until it’s 10 p.m. and the food has long since gone cold. The way he doesn't touch you like you need him to anymore, and if he does, it’s only because you begged him.

Is it enough that he loves you? Shouldn't you be his number one source of happiness? Why does he have to seek out and spend all his time away from you? Why aren't you enough? 

It’s a stupid thought, one that you always fight as soon as it appears, because you know where it lead. But maybe it is true.

Maybe you are just being annoying. Trying to drag his attention away from things that make him happy. Being selfish and needy trying to consume all of him time.

But shouldn't you alone be able to make him happy? Are you not good enough anymore?

You try and push the thoughts away, but they are too loud and incessant.

And besides, you know what he would say if you brought it up to him. What he always says when you bring it up.

"I work all day and just want to play my games and relax when I get home. It has nothing to do with you, I love you, I just need to clear my mind."

The phrasing never sits right with you: are you not relaxing to be around? Does your presence in his life annoy him to the point where he has to play video games to escape you?

Stupid, stupid thoughts. Obviously, you don't annoy him like that. But it still stings. Still hurts.

You roll over in your dark bedroom, checking the time on your phone, blinded by the illuminated screen momentarily.

2:05 a.m. 

Denki stayed up until 5:40 a.m. last night and woke up at 10 this morning. Thank god, it's a weekend, but he has to be getting tired by now, right?

You debate going to talk to him or just staying wrapped in the warmth of your blankets. Either way could end up with you sad and disappointed so you might as well make sure he hasn't fallen asleep in an awkward position. The last thing he needs is to have a sore neck and back.

You make your way through the dark house before peaking your head into the game room. Denki looks up from his screen and sends you one of his big smiles. Your heart instantly feels lighter but you can't hide the sadness in your voice as you speak.

"Are you coming to bed soon?"

His eyes grow wider at the crack in your voice, before he looks back down at his game. His mind seems to be racing and calculating, before he speaks. 

"You know, I really wanted to get this done today. I've been trying to get it just perfect. Just a few more minutes and I'll be in. I promise, babe."

You try and hide the selfish hurt in your eyes. You knew this would be the outcome, it was foolish to even come ask. 

Your lip quivers trying to hold in the pain and you mumble, "Okay, Denks. I'm going to go to sleep now. See you in the morning."

You leave, turning to go back to your room. The bed that you share with him will be cold on his half yet again as you fall asleep, but at this point you should be used to it, right? 

You are almost to the bedroom door, too wrapped up in your own feelings to notice the sound of feet moving toward you at a fast pace. His body slams into yours and you jump as arms wrap around your waist and Denki envelops you in his arms. He gives you a firm kiss on the cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. 

"You looked too cute to be going to bed alone. I wouldn't want anyone to snatch you up before you got there, it's dangerous out here you know."

"In our own hallways? Shouldn't some pro-hero be here protecting us?" You sigh and roll your eyes at him as you lean into his embrace, enjoying it while it lasts.

He snuggles his nose into your neck before responding, “You are so right, I really need to call someone about the patrol routes.”

His hands move down to your hips slowly as he speaks again, “There have been sightings around here of a tickle monster on the loose. I would hate to see him get his hands on you.”

His fingers start to twitch at your sides.

You try to give him a warning, “Denki, don't you—” but you were too slow. His fingers dance over all of your most sensitive areas, tickling you until you laugh and plead for him to stop, but the noise just bounces off the walls all around you, falling on deaf ears. 

His grasp eventually falters and your squirming body is eventually able to break free, making a run for the bedroom, but Denki is close on your heels. You jump onto the bed and grab a pillow to hold above your head as a weapon to defend yourself. 

“Woah, woah, ok I didn't know that we kept weapons in here,” Denki laughs as he sees your fighting stance. “I'll turn myself in.”

He takes a running jump to the bed and belly flops onto the mattress with a force so large you almost fall off. He rolls over and looks up at you before opening his arms and motioning you to cuddle with him.

You flop into his embrace, snuggling into his chest as he starts to pet your hair. Both of your breathing slowly returning to normal after your battle. 

Denki gives your forehead a soft kiss before he's angling your chin up so he can look you in the eyes.

“Babe, I’m really sorry I haven't been paying attention to you. How about tomorrow morning I make those special pancakes you love so much and we can talk about it more then?”

Your body perks up a bit. “The ones with the whipped cream?”

“Yep,” he closes his eyes looking smug before he peaks one eyes open at you, “including the secret sauce.”

You let out a small ouh before snuggling into him closer, getting comfortable in the bed that finally has the warmth you've been denied for so long, a small smile appearing on your face.

He reaches down to your hand and entwines his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing small circles into your soft skin before he looks at you again, eyes swimming with love and regret.

“You're my everything, my whole world. You know that, right?”

You smile back at him, nodding before burying your face in his chest, getting more comfortable and warm by the second.

You know that you need to have a bigger conversation with him, but that can wait until tomorrow because right now you just need to bask in this feeling, of being surrounded by his love.

As you drift off to sleep you hear him, “Good night, Y/N. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Denks.”

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A Review on NCT 127′s 3rd Album <Sticker>

So NCT 127 just came back with their 3rd Full Album <Sticker> and this is my first 127 comeback since I became a fan last year! Neozone is such a special album for me as it was their first album that I explored entirely. I've known NCT as the group who never fails any expectations so I've kept mine up although I know they'll exceed it anyway. And guess what, they did! I absolutely love their new album hence this review~

This isn't a technical music review—as I am not a musician myself—but rather a listener's honest takes, goofy notes, and interpretation on each of the tracks in the album. I admit I've also struggled to build my own opinions on some of the tracks until I listened to them over and over again.

I have also heard there are mixed opinions on the title track <Sticker> and a lot says it's another acquired taste. But I think it's not just that, as it can be a grower, just like how most of NCT's songs were for me. Maybe after a few listens and a right passage of time, it will grow on those people. The bottom line here is, I like it a lot! 😛

So I listed down the songs according to their respective track numbers and followed each with a bulleted list of my opinions and interpretations.

(Viewer/reader discretion: before you continue, minors, do not interact as there are few 18+ contents under the cut. Thank you.)

1. Sticker

THEY DIDN'T JUST PUNCH A NEW NOTCH ON THE BELT LIKE THAT

THIS SONG SLAPS, LITERALLY SLAPS… AND WHIPS 

The recorder at the intro boyyyy I thought something was wrong but then I remember it’s NCT lmao

It already stuck in my head from my first listen from the Instagram audio.

With Taeyong opening the verse with his divine rapping, I knew I'm in for a new ride.

STICK-UH STICK-UGH STICK-UGHGHGH

To those complaining it sounding like noise music, imagine it sounding generic. I don't think it would fit as the title track. Not a b-track or in their repertoire, even. They are called NCT because they define the NEO in the music culture and music technology!

It honestly was an unorthodox, just like all of their title tracks, which I’m inherently here for.

Literally, no one does it like them!

The growls and the vocal flexes and adlibs! (You can tell it has Yoo Youngjin's brand.)

The crisp metronome sound that’s consistently ticking except for the pre-chorus and the dance break adds depth to the soundscape. I love how it’s used instead of the usual snaps.

The production quality blew my mind. Like how can someone think those melodies would sound so exquisite? CAN I CALL THEM GENIUS?

The piano at the back, oh my God—Yes! It adds this mystifying element to the song.

I'm not sure if it's a midi violin at the pre-chorus, but it added thrill to the song. It was a great transition from the bass line in the verses to the combination of the flawless harmony with the same instrumental.

"You treat me like a boy, like a grown-up child chasing a dream" JUNGWOO BABY NO MORE HUH

Taeil, Doyoung, and Haechan—the bridge vocal trinity!

But why the heck are they cowboys? I dig the concept, but why? LMAO

BTW GUNSLINGER MARK I’M ON MY KNEES YEEHAW

This is easily one of my favorite tracks from NCT 127's entire discography 💚

2. Lemonade

(⌐■_■)

Jaehyun starting off this song with his deep voice eee

The song opens to a verse oozing with chill confidence. They're like, yeah you're lurking because we’re cool.

This is such a huge slap to their haters. NCT's not chillin' like a villain, nah they're the main characters!

Well maybe they’re villains, but still ya not cooler than them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny enough how they could have just referred haters as simply lemons whose sour/bitter to the taste, but 127 squad's success is sweeter than all the haters' spiteful remarks so yeah, SIPPY SIPPY LEMONADE 🧃

"WOOF"

I might have just barked too wOW

Yuta’s vocals hooooO his voice just sounds so glamorous mhmm

Also Mark referencing their previous title tracks such as: Firetruck, Cherry Bomb, and Regular (it's Irregular in the lyrics) in his rap part 👌💅

I just love Mark's energy when he raps. HE RESOLUTELY BITES AND STRAIGHT UP EATS EVERY TIME HE DOES.

3. Breakfast

Now breakfast time, oh jeez!

AAAHAHFU—

Summer 127's bestie!

If Summer 127 talks about dancing all night long, Breakfast is the morning after.

You know what it is.

"Even if I gulp and drink you, it's not enough for me." oho Taeyong no you ha—STOP

Sexual innuendos aside, isn't it just sweet if someone tells you they'd want to have breakfast with you every day?  Okay maybe I'm melting at the thought 😩🙈💞

And I can see myself dancing to this song as I make breakfast (in the afternoon or at midnight bc I’m crazy)

This was an okay b-track for me at the first skim on the album, but boy it grew on me wildly.

Honestly one of my favorite tracks in this album.

4. Focus

Did I just invade a private call? LMAO

The analog voice filters make it like so.

Dude, this feels intimate in the level of eavesdropping a phone call between seasoned lovers. Then you realize you hear them whispering their kinks over the line and you're ooh, that's sexy! hfgklhfhf

My first listen to this, I almost went feral because,

"I can't wait to eat you…" when it's actually "I can't wait 'til we chill…" aahaha

"Baby call me when you want me." OKAY!

This sounds relaxing and chill. I'd love to play this on a late night drive or just before bed time along with Fly Away With Me, Sun & Moon, My Youth, and Long Flight.

Belongs to ‘make out session’ playlist  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That was lowkey a playlist recommendation, huh?

I'd be kidding if I don't say I could touch myself while listening to this song AHAHAFGHFJFJ

I didn't know this would grow on me this much lol I love love LOVE THIS!

5. The Rainy Night

Ooh, the holy melancholy!

Piano at the intro—I knew I'd cry to this.

This song isn't just about break-up, but the heartbreak after one.

The yearning; the remnant pieces from the shattering of what was once there.

I think I crumbled from this one.

This hit so hard I felt like I fit in the shoes with the lyrics throughout the entire song.

What’s fascinating is I clearly forgot the title when I mentally said this sounds like a sad rainy day song from the first listen.

Something I’d turn up when it suddenly rains, just because I want to feel the blues.

Taeil and Haechan singing in lower register? I wanna cry :( they’re just one of the best vocalists in K-music industry right now.

Could have been also nice if they added Yuta to the vocals.

"My selfish heart who waits for you to come back," OKAY WHO HURT THEM?

And the fact that they sang it so good that it translated every ounce of the emotions well even before I looked up for English translations is the reason why I love this song too.

6. Far

Hmm… What the hell?! Do I like this? Wait...

Alright!

The jumpy vibe from the first verse to the pre-chorus set the mood for this song. It sounds merry and heavy. It was honestly too much to take until I’ve reached the chorus part.

Honestly, I think this song could fit NCT Dream better, as it gives off a vibe similar to Hello Future's b-tracks. If some credible source say this could have made HF’s track list, I might believe you too fast.

Also Dream’s Deja Vu where they go na nananananana na na na~

Playful yet confident! That’s what I mean!

As usual, the vocals are insane! Vocal flex from left to right!

I swear Jungwoo sounded a bit like Taemin at the second verse that I had to replay it hahaha

I love hearing Johnny as a vocalist! SM, how many signs do you need until you utilize his vocal talent???

Taeil's part where he sings, "go nuts, go nuts, 'til we go bust, go bust" IDEK BUT I SNORTED A LAUGH AT FIRST LISTEN HFCAHKFHK

Not my favorite, but still great though!

But wait it’s actually stuck in my head???

7. Bring The Noize

Yes, they never beat those noise music allegations

HERE'S SOME NOIZE, BITCHES

I love me some noisy percussions. AND THE BASS YO

This screams so much confidence!

The build up from the pre-chorus to the chorus—FIRE!

This song reminds me a lot of SuperM's Super Car, especially with the engine roar samples and the battle cry-like singing at the chorus.

JAEHYUN RAPPING? You mean Jaehyun the visual, the vocalist, the actor, the model, the funny dude, aka my everything?! (markie bb look pls look away for a moment)

THEY DELIVERED IT STRAIGHT FROM NEOCITY THAT'S SOME NCT MUSIC RIGHT THERE NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THEM

When I said I'd play Focus on a late night drive, and if I add this in the playlist, VROOM VROOM SPEED LIMIT WHAT

OUTTA MY WAY

“We got no shame” ouh TAEYONG’S FLOW IS JUST VERY HIM AND HE’S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN

You know what's so clever about this song? It's how it ended with Mark's final rap without any instrumental, leaving you  standing there with a doppler effect-like post experience.

A super car on a super speed just whooshed past you and you look its way as it zips through the road. It's gone in an instant but you're floored dumbfounded at a sidewalk. That's how I describe this song.

8. Magic Carpet Ride

This song… Wow. Oh gosh it's so beautiful.

Their harmony in the chorus—it makes me want to kiss someone so passionately that I'd cry.

This makes me want to feel love that transcends the universe. Literally, just please take me on a magic carpet ride :(

The background harmonies too oh my goodness—HEAVENLY.

Jaehyun's voice is so warm and soulful it fits perfectly with songs of this genre.

Okay alright Doyoung Grande!

And Taeil makes me feel like I'm listening to old school R&B.

The first time I heard this from the track video, I can't stop replaying because it's just that great.

This makes me want to love. I think that sums it up.

9. Road Trip

This is such a soothing song for me, especially how I easily become nostalgic thinking about the road trips I've had.

Whenever I listen to this, my brain immediately conjures up thoughts of my ideal getaways. Gazing at the sky through the car window, stirring up from a nap in the middle of the ride, and   eventually reaching your destination.

Oh, to travel around anywhere... (curse you covid-19)

Okay that's it. I'M PACKING UP.

But where do I go—

I could also imagine Mark playing this on the guitar and the other members sing along together, something like that.

Just Wholesome™ vibes.

I love how it evokes such a nice emotion within me effortlessly.

This isn't my favorite, but I still love this.

10. Dreamer

Eyyyy such a refreshing song!

This song is so bright it makes me want to dance. I play this first in the shower!

It reminds me so much of Elevator (from Neozone)

The horns make it more lively I think!

Yuta and Jungwoo's voice suits lively songs like this.

The background vocal in low register in Taeyong's part in the first verse is so good ahhfhf

Taeil, the R&B vocal king you are...

There's this part where Doyoung and Johnny harmonized, that at first listen they seemed to clash, but it sounded actually fine after a few listens. Maybe it's just that I've never heard them do it before.

And I think it's Doyoung's laugh at the end of the bridge? Oh my goodness I really love this too!

11. Promise You

MY FIRST LOVE AND MOST FAVORITE SONG IN THE ALBUM!!!

The first time I heard this from their NCIT Sharehouse Sitcom, I fell in love with the song already.

It sounds like something you'd feel from a warm, welcoming hug.

The lyrics are so beautiful and endearing. It's definitely a be-there-for-you type of song that will touch your heart.

It definitely sounds like a promise.

A song about platonic intimacy.

This really fits to be the closing song of the album. It's like the end of it but holds a promise that says “see you soon.”

Because they cherish their fans like that.

It's also like I've watched a movie with a happy ending, where the camera pans up to the clear sky and this song starts playing.

Speaking of ending, I would love to hear them sing this as an encore stage in their concert. You know, that moment just before the stage lights die down at the end of the concert where they send final blows of flying kisses to NCTzens. Then you come home smiling and crying.

This wasn't supposed to be this long since I originally planned to write this with just simple phrases and emojis but I got too engrossed lol. I also meant to include my own ratings but I figured it’s pointless since I can’t really decide about them hahaha

I really enjoyed the whole album and I love how they're progressively defining what NEO means by breaking through standards. It's not NCT music if it doesn't make you say "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" But then you realize it’s stuck in your head and you’re enjoying it already.

✨ OVERALL RATING: 127/10 💚

if you’ve reached until here, thank you for letting me share you a braincell or two 💞

[dawnmon]

Foolish Tommy Lore Transcript

Title says it lol, on May 6th they did lore that I transcribed at the time; the whole stream is great but I only transcribed the lore bit just for funsies, regardless of if it already exists. If it does, welp; I promise this is my own typed out thing that took an hour or so lol

Copy pasted from a google doc; whole 2.2k word transcript beneath the cut: 

*Text*: Sound effects *Laughs* *Sighs* *Pickle sounds*

(Text): Actions, descriptions, or lulls (Pause) (Long Pause) (Looks away) (Loudly)

/Text: Overlapping lines

Pickle: Pickle.

https://youtu.be/Djy6uPtIKiE 

Starts at 2:52:50

Foolish: I am a rich man, Tommy. 

Tommy: Well, cool. I’m not.

Foolish: *Laughs* You’re wearing full Netherite armor. Well, besides the iron boots.

Tommy: Well I borrowed from Tubbo, so I could go and fight Dream.

(Pause)

Foolish: ...Oh, how’d that go? (Pause) ...Wait, you fought Dream?

Tommy: …*Frustrated sigh*

Tommy: (Heading to the Pickle) Do you hear that, do you hear that?!

Foolish: N-No no, no, nono, no no no, that is an important question!

Tommy: Do you hear that?!

Foolish: That is an important question!

Tommy: *Pickle sound effect* Ayyy! /Amen brother, amen! 

Foolish: /No no, bad, no, shut up Pickle!

Foolish: What do you mean, you fought Dream?

Tommy (Quietly): ...W-Well, y’know… you’ve seen Wilbur, haven’t you?

Foolish: No, no, actually. Well, actually, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Ghostbur…. Probably, like, a few weeks ago. Lovely guy, I like Ghostbur.

(Long pause, Tommy looks down at the floor)

Foolish: Do you need Pickle time? You seem upset.

Tommy: Nope. We just mine.

Foolish: Just mine? Okay! Okay..

Tommy: *Long sigh* … Ghostbur’s, um, Ghostbur’s not here anymore.

Foolish: Oh, did he pack up? Move out? Got bored? He seemed like a free spirit.

Tommy: Yeah, he moved out, um, to this little train station, far away. There’s a little train station, you know, right near the world border. There’s a little train station. 

Foolish: Oh, well that’s cool! I wanna see that sometime. (Pause) ...I was thinking about building a train myself, actually, I was gonna call it The Hype Train. 

Tommy: ...That’s really cringe.

Foolish: Well, I-I disagree, That depends on your definition of cringe. 

Tommy: You hit it, the nail on the head.

Foolish: No, I disagree, I-

Tommy: There’s a little, um, there’s a little train station, out near the world border, and Ghostbur went, but he left Friend. 

Foolish: He left Friend?

Tommy: But we’ll get Friend to him soon. 

Foolish: Oh.

Tommy: Because then he’ll be happy. ...But no, um, Ghostbur left, and I, I went to prison, to go and….

Tommy: (Pause) How much can you… take, Foolish? 

Foolish: Take? What do you mean?

Tommy: Blood. Blood. Does that upset you?

Foolish: Uuum, mm, see, okay, okay, I-I don’t really, do that anymore. I haven’t killed a soul since being here. I don’t really do killing.

Tommy: (Slightly shaky) Ouh...well, um. I went to go and kill Dream, Foolish, you see, you know he killed me, don’t you? /And uh-

Foolish: /Yeah, I’m aware that- Wait, speaking of which, h- I never really asked you, you know, I knew it was kind of a touchy subject… How exactly are you back?

(Long silence. They stare at each other.)

Foolish: Okay, okay, maybe wrong question, wrong question…. Y’know, one step at a time…

Tommy: Alright, I don’t really feel comfortable talking about that with you, Foolish, /if I’m honest.

Foolish: /Okay, okay, no, fair enough,

Tommy: But, um…. *coughs* No.

Foolish: So, you fought Dream?

Tommy: Yeah.

Foolish: Recently? 

Tommy: Well, I tried to, and then Wilbur, uh, was revived, he was revived, and he came back, uuuh, and now he’s… I don’t know where he’s gone, (Energetically) but all I know is I’m proving that bitch wrong, ay?!

Foolish: Wait, what do you mean-

Tommy: Because he told me, he told me I’m weak! He told me I couldn’t even lift… lift my whole weight, six-foot-three, and now, I’m, what I’m doing is I’m going and I’m picking up all this stone to prove him, I’m gonna get it and I’m gonna fucken go “Yeah, bitch!”

Foolish: You’re… gathering stone… wait okay, I have so many questions, but we'll just stick to one question at a time…. You’re gathering stone… to prove that, you’re a…a man? 

Tommy: Well, I already know I’m a man, just to, fucken prove him wrong. And I need to, uh-

Foolish: That you can… gather stone? 

Tommy: (Pause, quieter) Well, y-yeah. Fuckin’, I don’t know how to speak to you, man. 

Foolish: I don’t really see how this solves the problem…?

Tommy: Well, it doesn’t solve the problem, it’s preventing the problem, Foolish, alright? Have you noticed that all the problems come, the-they don’t get solved, do they, alright? It ends up with some madman screaming he’s solved it, alright, and now he’s- and then look at ‘im, alright, now he’s taken away everyone's favorite man. Ghostbur, alright? Problems don’t really get solved on this server.

Foolish: No, no, yeah, I-I suppose you’re right….

Tommy: Yeah. /Well, that’s what I’m doing- 

Foolish: /Well, how do we go about changing that? By gathering stone?

Tommy: No! Well, what I’m doing, my friend, is preventing the problem. Before it gets out of hand, like it did before, alright? *Sigh*

Foolish: So… Wilbur’s back… Uumm, okay, yep, I’ll just- I’ll- I’m not even gonna ask how he’s back, that’s-that’s a question for another day-- and you’re here, just, you’re trying to stop him? You don’t- You don’t like that he’s back? I- Weren’t you guys friends at some point? 

Tommy: Listen. Listen, alright. /Come over here Foolish,

Foolish: /I’m still a little fuzzy on everything,

Tommy: Let me-Let me show you something, alright? You-You’re still very new ‘round here, /I’m not really sure... what you are, but, come over here, alright? 

Foolish: /Yeah yeah yeah.

Tommy: (Leads him to L’manberg) You see this? L’manberg. 

Foolish: Oh yeah, I’ve heard this before.

Tommy: This was mine and Wilbur’s na- It was Wilbur’s nation, (shakily) it was Wilbur’s, which makes it all the more heart-wrenching, alright? And he decided, that even, *sigh* and he doesn’t mean this, but even though at the time--when we made this?--it was to get away from Dream, because Dream, wouldn’t let us do what we wanted to. He told us that we had to live under his big, iron fist, but we went “No, Dream, that’s not fair, is it?” alright, you don’t think that’s fair, do you Foolish? 

Foolish: No, no, /so you were a couple revolutionaries...revolutionists, basically.

Tommy: /We can’t- People want to do what they want. So we made this nation, yeah, we made a nation, and it was glorious, and it was amazing! People challenged it, sure, but we got through it! 

Tommy: *Heavy sigh* And then to try and con--you really don’t know the story?-- /and then to try and consolidate our power... we held an election. 

Foolish: /I mean...yeah.

Tommy: Now… *Sigh*

Foolish: Oh man, you’re saying there used to government here? Oof.

Tommy: Now, the problem with an election is it kinda puts all your life on the line, which can be good, if you’re confident, but perhaps we were a little overconfident… and because of that, Foolish, well, we, um…. We lost! To the hands of JSchlatt, right here, actually, right about here is where we lost. 

Foolish: Oh. 

Tommy: And Schlatt banished us. Now, we were okay, when- I was okay, when we were banished, and I knew that we’d get it back, that we’d talk about it, right, as you said, peace is the option.

Foolish: Mhm.

Tommy: ...But here’s the thing, Foolish. Wilbur didn’t want to do anymore talking, he’d given up with that, because some people aren’t strong enough, alright, some people stop talking. 

Tommy: ...You know the phrase “treat others how you’d want to be treated”, Foolish? /That’s a really important phrase.

Foolish: /Yeah! Yeah (nods)

Tommy: And people hear it, you hear your teachers say it, you hear it when you’re young, people don’t ever listen to it, “treat others how you’d want to be treated”. Wilbur disregarded that rule. He decided that... he wanted to be treated poorly, so he’d treat everyone else poorly.

Foolish: Why do you think that? 

Tommy: *Sigh* Honestly, I…. Sometimes I don’t know, myself. (Pause). But this block here, (Gestures to TNT at Wilbur’s shrine), he used this and he blew up L’manberg and...shattered it into a million pieces. Now, Wilbur, he was a good man, he is a good man, deep inside him, alright? /But he’s been a-

Foolish: /So you’re saying there’s still redemption for him? 

Tommy: Well, he’s been a good man deep inside him, but he’s been a bad guy for a very, very long time. And I know that there’s still good in him, there’s still good in everyone, really, Foolish, even if they are all assholes, and wankers, and… but-

Foolish: Do you believe in second chances? 

Tommy: No, I don’t. I don’t really believe in second chances, I don’t- that’s not really a thing for me, Foolish, it’s just that… *sigh*...I believe everyone’s got a little bit of good in them. And I know that Wilbur had good in him, alright, so I won’t g-

Foolish: You said “had”?

Tommy:...Yeah, he did, because when we made this nation- although now he seems to claim- he claimed to me, Foolish, that the nation (slams fists on irl desk) we built together! *Shaky inhale* ...He claimed that it was all just a ruse for power. Now, I think that Wilbur’s just being a bad guy, alright, and that’s okay, we’re all bad guys, everyone messes up, it’s- you learn the most from your mistakes. He’s made so many mistakes, so many that have hurt so many people, but, what this is gonna be about isn’t giving him a second chance, isn't giving him a third chance, it’s not about chances, Foolish! It’s about making sure you don’t give up on the people you care about. So I know you’re still really new to this server, and I know you’ve built lots of things, 

Foolish: (Nods) Yeah, yeah,

Tommy: So I know if you really care about someone, do not give up on them, Foolish, don’t give up on people, alright? /Because that’s how you lose.

Foolish: /You know, Tommy, I think I had you wrong. I think I had you wrong.

(They leave L’manberg)

Tommy: Oh, I don’t know what that means. 

Foolish: Well I just, y’know, you’re a little more...mature than I thought you would be. I thought you were just a loud, obnoxious, y’know what I mean, do-what-you-want, y’know, a couple muggings here and there, but no, maybe there’s more to you than meets the eye.

Tommy: Well, I still do that, obviously, because it’s funny. And it’s fun-

Foolish: Well, *Laughs nervously* Nah, I mean- I understand…. But maybe there’s more to you, Tommy, than I thought. 

Tommy: Thanks, I guess. (Begrudgingly) ..Maybe there’s more to you, too.

Foolish: Oh, there’s so much….

Tommy: Okay.

Foolish: Do you consider yourself to be the good guy or the bad guy? 

Tommy: ...That really depends who you ask, doesn’t it, you know? If you ask Dream, he’d say I’m- he’d say I’m his little- I’m his little play- (shakily) his little toy, that he plays with, y’know? It doesn’t… 

Tommy: *Inhale* Foolish, honestly, I used to consider myself the “good guy”, y’know, the fucken second in command, going around and going “yeah, let’s do this!” yeah, but recently… these past….

Tommy: …*Shaky breath* (Quietly) These past 6 months, or so, Foolish, everything got so much harder than it was before, but, because before it was just “us fighting the bad guys!” but it was also clear, y’know, it was all so clear,

Foolish: Yeah, nothing muddy,

Tommy: But it’s not been clear for so long, alright? It wasn’t “these are the bad guys, these are the good guys,” now it’s, “he’s doing this, and that makes him a bit worse, that makes him a bit-”, it all got so fucking complicated, so… I don’t know. It depends on who you ask, but… *sigh*

Foolish:  I dunno, it all seems strange, cause, just hearing from others, and y’know, learning a little bit, it seems like you’ve been… the hero, you’ve been, the villain, the conqueror, the savior, and even now I still have no idea what you exactly are. 

Tommy: Well, that’s up to you to decide, isn’t it? I’m just a… I dunno, these days Foolish, I’m a little weaker than I used to be. I’m not who I want to be, but… *long sigh*

Foolish: I’m gonna be honest with you, Tommy, that’s the same case for me as well. 

Tommy: Oh, really? 

Foolish: Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Tommy: Here’s the thing, Foolish, unlike you, I don’t really have a choice. I have to try and be who I want to be, ‘cause if I don’t… very bad things are going to happen on this server. And now Wilbur’s back, Foolish, I can’t… quite frankly, no one can risk that. So I don’t really have a choice. I’ll just keep on mining, I’ll and keep on pogchamping. 

Foolish: You’re just gonna pog through the pain? 

Tommy: I try to, and then Twitch deleted the Pog emote.

(They talk about Pogchamp and Lore Man for the rest of the stream [a very funny bit])

Ends at 3:03:23

[neko-sufi]

Loving You Is A Suicide And Toy and Behind The Creator

Based on true story

This story was about the girl who almost kill herself cuz of the depress.

This is my real story that I never ever tell my parent bout that. I've been touched by old man when I was 8. And that time, I didn't know anything. And I'm still remember what my mother say "If anyone touch both of you, tell your teacher, ustazah(I was transit that time. And yeah, that's a place where I've been touched), or people who believe ya."

Until I was 12, my first cousin died cuz of ill. I was crying a lot cuz it was the last time ever saw him. He is good guy and always helping me. Until I went to the school, my friend was asking me why I didn't came school yesterday. So, I answer that my cousin is passed away. They're understanding me, but....my prefect class... she... she blames me that was a reason why he dead. I told her that wasn't me. Until, she calls me..........

DEMON PRAYER.....

Yeah, that's what she calls me. Bit not only that, when I have an extra class, she calls me ugly, stupid... It's make my feeling hurts.... Until.... She says to me "Your crush would never love ya cuz you're a failure, annoying, monster, and one more thing is.....

LOSER...".

That's make my heart hurting a lot and lot... When I want to take a photo with my friend, she pushs me away she says " Sorry. The ugly loser like you would never be in this photo. Cuz you'll ruin it. I think... One day, ya will born in the HELL."

Not only that, she also stoles something which is mine and says "Sorry, it's mine". I was hold my tear from my eyes cuz I don't want them see it! If I cry, they'll call me 'CRYBABY'. After school, I sit on the hut for waiting the van. Suddenly, she cames and sits next to me and say "I think you better go to the rooftop and fall already, Anis. Ouh wait! Should I just call ya...umm.. Anis The Loser?" I just shut myself. A few month later, we are finally finish the exam. Since I already finish it, my family went to the hospital from gombak cuz they heard the news that my sec cousin is in hospital. Suddenly there's a word...say "It's your fault, demon child" "You're the reason why they dead!"

Those voice keep whisper in my ear.... 31 hours later..... My cousin... is dead... I was crying a lot and a lot. She's right! That I was a reason why they dead! If someone come close or talk to me, everyone will died! Until christmas come, my grandma died cuz of cancer...

And now,....

My father..... died cuz of heart cancer......

3 days later, after my dad's will, some whisper tell me that my aunt, my lately dad's sister, was the one who poisoning him. When I heard it, I became angry and pretend to be a good girl

So I blame her in my inside.... But,... when someone say the word "Father". It's make me sad. So, I decided to cut myself. It's so fun to do that!

Until now, I'm still trauma bout that strange guy who send his disgust pic to me and he keeps vid call me and he shows me his THAT THING yesterday. I blocked him already. So, I'm fine now.... Then, some whisper was calling me that I'm just a.....WHORE

Don't worry, guys! I'm fine now! Really! I'm not lie!

Everything is going to be

ALRIGHT

[jossambird]

This Soul of Mine Pt 2

Main Incubus Otto x Reader (Incubus Axel and Oscar x Reader in later parts!)

18+ (also in later parts)

(Mentions of Rape but only passing, as Incubus are Male Demons who feed off sex, most of them are NOT kind Swedes.)

PART 3

-

You ran your hands over your hair once more, trying to hide a yawn as you listened to Father James’ sermon.

Fuck was this boring. Of course you had to be shipped to this honky tonk town, and attend mass with your beloved aunt. There was nothing wrong with your aunt of course, you loved her to death, but you would have preferred not to be involved in any of this-

“Oh, what a beautiful passage, don’t you find Y/N?” Your aunt whispered to you, smiling a tired old smile. You loved her.

“Yes, it was very beautiful.” You acquiesced, accepting the hand she put on your knee.

It was only when your aunt stood to go greet Father James did you notice the woman sitting beside you, jumping out of your skin.

Her eyes wrinkled, sharp blue eyes surrounded by black Kohl watching you as she pushed her white hair back.

“Am I that ugly, child? I thought I looked half decent today when I stepped out.” She laughed, elegantly hiding her teeth as she laughed. You had never seen her in your life, eyes taking in as much detail as you could.

“Oh god no, Im so sorry ma’am, you surprised me is all. You look great today.” You said, hoping she wouldn’t mention any of this to your aunt, or possibly even to Father James.

Her gaze was steady and unblinking. It was terrifying, if you could honestly say so. She looked like she was reading your thoughts, or more like, not being able to with how badly she frowned.

“My, I must say, I dont recall ever meeting you here, Miss..?”

“Y/N!” You supplied, shaking the hand she offered-

Her grip on your hand turned harsh, visibly not the strength of a old lady like her-

“My, nothing? Oh what fun. Tell me child, have you met any... beings, as of late, that haven’t gotten out of your head?” She asked quietly, releasing your hand from her crushing grip, patting her dress as if she needed it.

Her words were smooth, but they cut you deep, as if she could-

“Read minds? Yes, you’ve mentioned that already, but that seems to be all.” She whispered, huffing loudly as if she was angry, sitting too close all of a sudden. You had to escape, you had to get out-

“Dear, I think you should sit down and breath. I am not going to harm you, I am only here to... guide you, we shall say.” The old woman continued, smiling as you did as told and sat back beside her, listening as Father James started his sermon again. Your aunt sat at the front, the traitor, unaware of what was happening.

“You smell like him, you know. He imprinted on you, by accident mind you, but still, it is quite dangerous for your kind.” She was smiling so widely that you were sure now that she wasn’t human, eyes brightening a bit more.

“W-what do you mean?” You tried, voice too weak to summon anything other than the whisper that escaped you. It didn’t matter though it seemed, she had heard you perfectly well, brushing back her white curls, pretending to listen to the sermon, nodding.

“Oh darling, the man you met the other night. Tall, equally white hair, most likely drop dead gorgeous?” She suddenly looked 50 years younger as she turned to look at you, red lipstick clashing with her paling white skin.

“He touched you, didn’t he?” It came out from between her lips sounding cold, but her wide fluorescent blue eyes said different, curiosity shining brightly in them. Nothing felt right. You felt like you couldn’t breath, feeling as if nothing of this was real-

“I touched him. I bumped into him and he picked me up.” You shot back, surprising her as you tried to regain a semblance of power, remembering the dazed man’s surprised and kind eyes.

“What an interesting turn of events! I must say, I am impressed. Not only have you made his brothers and the Incubi world turn upside down, your also partly invulnerable to Succubi powers.” She seriously noted, scooting closer as if she could see the answer in your eyes. Something brushed against your ankle, but you ignored it, captivated by her gaze.

Nothing of what she was saying made sense, Incubi? Succubi? Childrens tales, nothing more than a silly tale told by the church to children... right? No, it was surely the Host wafer that your aunt had given you that was rotten and poisoned you. Yeah, that was surely it.

God, if only-

“Honestly, a rotten Host wafer.” She huffed as she turned her gaze away, rolling her eyes.

“Look darling, Incubi are exactly like mortal men; stupid, handsome, and driven by sex.” She looked mentally exhausted all of a sudden, rubbing at her temples, revealing a scar on her forehead in the shape of a round. The elder woman rose gracefully, her eyes back to the now dull blue they had been at the start, combing over your form one last time.

“If you truly wish to summon him, do so through your desire for him, either for protection or for... assistance, in personal matters.. He will most likely find his way to you within the following hour. You will need him just as much as he needs you.” She finished, turning as if to leave, lingering as you watched her.

“What is that saying again? ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’? Spit it out.”

“I- ma’am, I appreciate all of this advice.. but if I may ask... who are you?” You asked, knowing deep down what the answer was. You had felt it, felt it between your ribs, in your beating heart. Her fluorescent blue eyes and never-ending knowledge of your inner thoughts were far from normal, and so was the cigarette she magicked before your eyes, watching you as if she had just struck gold.

“I am.. The Handler. I am the Succubus Ruler of all Incubi and Succubi.” She walked away from you then, looking confidently forward as she exited the church, lighting the cigarette between the final pews.

-

-

Finally elated to be done with Father James’ sermon, you stepped out of the Church to await your aunt-

“Y/N L/N?” Came the voice of a man, smooth, young but deep, accent reminding you of-

You turned hurriedly in excitement, heart racing until your eyes met with a platinum blond haired man, resembling the man who had occupied your mind ever since. Mild disappointment floored you until the old woman’s words came to mind:

He had imprinted on you, it was dangerous for humans, this was most likely another being of his kind.

“Ouh, that hurts cutie, I can smell the disappointment from here! I simply wanted to come meet my brother’s- Hey!” Said the man, grinning like a cat until you turned and sprinted with all of your might away, away, away.

-

Otto found himself looking down at the box of homemade cookies, cringing at the Church’s name. It shouldn’t be anywhere near your name, defiling such a beautiful name like yours was a crime.

He felt petty, reaching out and dragging a long sharp nail against the sticker, careful to not cross out your own name by accident-

“Your acting ridiculous Otto.” Came Axel’s teasing voice, surprised as he watched Otto jump out of his skin for what seemed to be the 70th time this week. What was going on?

“Are you.. okay, brother? You dont seem to be well.” Axel asked after a beat, knowing he had to confront him about it. For the first time in all of their lives, Otto seemed unfocused, out of it, mind drifting and constantly asking them to repeat themselves. They didn’t mind it much, but something was wrong. It had to be-

“Im sorry Axel. I...I keep feeling this... tug, of sorts.” Otto quietly muttered as he stared down once again at the sticker, entranced. It unnerved Axel for a moment before realizing this was serious, this was important. He walked over to his brother slowly, tail swishing out of anxiousness, feeling entirely out of his depths.

“Otto?” Axel asked softly as his clawed fingers met his brothers skin, receiving no answer for a long moment.

“Go see her, maybe after you do, youll stop feeling it. Maybe shes calling for you.” Axel said after a beat, deciding to comfort him brother instead of further pushing him into despair. Even if nothing would amount from an Incubus pining for a mortal. He smirked as he watched Otto turn to him, disbelief written all over his face.

“You dont understand brother-“ Otto tried before Axel waved his hand, not wanting to listen to the ‘why’.

“No, you’re right, I really dont, but if you really think you are her soulmate, shouldn’t you be going to see her?” Axel asked his brother, smelling his despair turn into agitated excitement. He smirked, watching and listening as Otto ran out of the house.

No matter how Oscar or he felt, and no matter what happened, Axel came to a conclusion as the distinct lingering scent of Otto’s desperate yearning met his nose:

He would support his brother in his ridiculous endeavour to win your favour, no matter what.

Where was Oscar anyways?

[atsuwiee]

writer's tag game! (thanks for the tag @criceofpain)

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙁𝙊𝙍 (𝘽𝙐𝙏 ���𝙊𝙏 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔)?

hm,, i think last 2-4 years ago i wrote for bts (i used to be like rlly rlly fan) and i think i even wrote for other fandoms. i used to write for monsta x and then it stayed there for a while lol. (i'm still a monbebe tho hjskj)

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍?

i am currently writing for enhypen! and i plan to write for twst ouh

𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍?

aaaah i'm not pretty sure about this so i think i'm gonna put in the days where i wrote for competitions and feature writings for school papers,, so i have been 3-4 years i suppose ehe

𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝙎 𝘿𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎?

wattpad. but i'm not really active on there now, so i use tumblr :D

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏’𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙁𝘼𝙑𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀?

definitely would be angst. idk why i just really like hurting myself when i write- also i feel kind off proud(?) when i hear that my readers could actually feel pain while reading my angst stories, since it makes me feel that my stories have emotions y'know-

𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼 𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙍 𝘼 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙍?

i actually do not know omg. it's somewhere in the middle- and it also depends hahaha,, some of my stories i have were panned out but in the end were abandoned (by me)- that's why i don't really trust myself in planning out my stories. most of the time i'm a panster, and it really gets messy for me since when a idea comes into my mind i immediately write it but it will/would be hard for me to continue it since i'd have a hard time connecting the stories and it results to like- more plot holes :/

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙄 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍?

oneshots !! i have more fun writing those instead of multi-chapters. as i said before, i have stories that are mostly multi-chapters that were just abandoned by me lol

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙏𝙃 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙊𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙉 ?

a good 3-5 pages or less (?) i've read tons of books (irl and fics) and i can say i really like some good 3-5 pages but if it's word count then 3-5k ?? though i like 3-5 pages better, keeps me from being bored. if it's too much pages tho i might get bored easily.

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔?

elysium - jakehoon (on my wattpad which i am not revealing lol)

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙀𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙔 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏?

i have more oneshots rather than chapter ones, but i really enjoyed writing the pink in the night (jake sim oneshot). i'm really satisfied about that and that was also inspired by mitski's song which is in the title of the oneshot. it's a really good song and i thought of one of the lines in the song that went like "i know i kissed you before but, i didn't do it right. can i try again?" and i just had this thought like 'hm, what if i make that as a little line for a oneshot where jake is asking for a second chance with y/n?' since he felt that he wronged y/n and would want to give what they had another chance' (ew that sounded cheesy)

𝙁𝘼𝙑𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙒𝙃𝙔?

the filo s/o requests !! i really had fun writing those because i could write some words in tagalog (sighs, english is tiring sometimes). i don't remember who requested it thoo:( but big thanks to them for starting the lil filo s/o series i have. <3

𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎?

fluff to angst or angst to fluff.

𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙉𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙒𝙄𝙋𝙎?

sOmeWheRe aT LikE tHrEe loL

𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙀𝘿 𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂?

1. i usually end a story/oneshot with a dialogue 2. the resolving of conflicts in my story and really well written (?) because i'm not good at those lol:/ 3. i either write really looooOooNg or just short (i lrly have a 5k or more oneshot on wp)

𝘼 𝙌𝙐𝙊𝙏𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘼 𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔.

oh how he wished time could be rewinded, but the world kept moving forward. sunghoon is forced to move on. though, as the days became week and months had turned into a year; at the back of his head, the thought of you remained. (it's quite uptown :: p.sh)

𝘼 𝙌𝙐𝙊𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘼𝙉 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔.

you felt your heart ache a bit when she said that. "does jake even long for me?" you asked. "all the time, y/n... even when we're together he'll tell me he would want to go home because he misses you" this only made your heart heavier. "this relationship wasn't that long, but i'll let him go now– i don't want to stay with somebody who thinks about someone else when i'm with them"

tagging: @wonvelvet, @miedei, @goldenxddeonu, @moonshappiness, @googoojeu, + anyone who wants to try/join ! <3

[bindi-the-skunk]

The Son Of Frankenstein

Chapter seven: flashback

WARNING: CONTAINS BIRTH AND CHILD ABANDONMENT

Victoria walked down the dark trail, her belly burdened with a child that would soon be in the world.

What was she even going to do with it? Victoria did not even know she was pregnant till three months ago! Every tragedy making her sickness and changing mood seem normal, at least till she felt the kicking.

Both the ones she loved, who would have helped raise the child, were gone, the life-weaver had no one left, her remaining family could very well choose to completely forsake her if they ever found out about the little one currently living under her heart.

Being on her own for now meant she still stood to inherit her title as Frankenstein heir, which meant a better life going forward.

Traveling was not a bad way to live though, she could go where she wanted, eat, sleep and do what pleased on a whim, food was not hard to come by with the berries and small game Victoria used traps to get, the hearty kicks signaling her child approved of the meals given to it.

The monster had thankfully not bothered her for a while, either bored with the chase for a moment or finding something else to occupy its time, Victoria Frankenstein did not know, nor care what the reason was.

Cramping in her back drew the young woman's attention making her chuckle "Found something else to kick at, did you? Silly like your father was...both he and Elizabeth would have loved you" yes, they would have adored the little one, feeling her belly and talking in stupid voices in an attempt to draw a reaction.

A small kick was her response, which made her smile, already so smart! She would be able to teach them everything she knew and learned about life! Her creation might have been a failure, but that did not mean there were no other things to discover out there!

A girl would be nice...a mother and daughter team discovering the world...a boy would be good too, she could see a child with her messy hair and demeanor...but, with Harry's eyes, eyes like the roses that bloomed in her family's garden that he had loved to pick from and stick the buds into his shirt, everyone called those eyes brown, but they were red, burning with a lust for life, the life that had been snuffed out too early before she could share the creation they made together with him.

The sound of heavy footsteps on the leaves made a chill go down Victoria's spine.

No! It can't be...not now...

Only one thing to do

Run

Her new shape made it difficult to walk, much less run and she nearly tripped several times, leaves blowing up from the force of her bolts, the crunching of dead flora sounding like the roar of sea waters as Frankenstein forced tired legs to keep moving, willing her body to make it a few more steps, perhaps bumping into a good Samaritan or two, of whom would be armed with weapons, hopefully.

She did not notice the muddy slope till it was too late to stop and not even her sturdy hiking boots could slow the descent as Victoria landed hard on her back and slid about ten feet downhill, small rocks and twigs hitting her backend all the way down before she rolled another what seemed like countless miles to the pregnant woman until she finally smashed her side into a sapling which stopped her from rolling into another pathway that was in no better shape than the other.

Ouh, everything hurt now, felt like she jarred something loose...and she was muddy, and her pants were all wet...that was gross, she would need to find a-

Wait, wet?

Looking down, she saw her pants had indeed become soaked, in more liquid than possible from simply loose mud, that could only mean...oh come on!

You have got to be JOKING!

Victoria was torn between being worried for her baby, which had gone scarily still, praying it was just stunned from the unwanted ride their mother had taken, and being annoyed at how her body had betrayed them both.

Somehow finding the strength to get to her feet, legs shaking as if they had been filled with jam, Victoria found her way down the hill, the lights from a town now being visible, she would go to the nearest doctor or midwife, get her baby delivered and then figure out what to do next...but..what would come next...

No one would know who she was here, they would just see a single, pregnant woman in labor wandering around, even if she truthfully said her lover had died, whoever the one who delivered the child was, might not care or not believe her and steal her newborn away.

No! This was her baby! Hers!

A sudden jolt of pain took Victoria out of her thoughts and nearly sent the laboring woman to her knees, the monster was at her heels no doubt, she had to get someplace safe quickly, a tree caught her attention, it had been overturned by a storm and had just enough space for her to squeeze between the roots, the little cave of sorts was thankfully dry and had no animal currently inhabiting it, it would do, women delivered in worse places, after all, at least she had not been tied to a pole to let gravity do its job.

Taking off her scarf, once a gift for Henry, even having his name on the stitch work, now only served as a reminder of his murder and allowed her to still cling to the smell of roses and those smelly peppermints he stuffed his face with to the point of obscenity, she worked her way down her jackets, slipping out of the heavy boots and thick wool pants that had done nothing to stop the bloody liquid coming out of her.

Victoria's long hair fell in greasy strands around her face, sticky and hot, getting in the way of her important work.

Ripping a part of her coat that was getting ready to come free anyway, she tied the straw-colored mop back with the rag and out of her face, a breeze of air at the action momentarily refreshing her.

Perhaps she should have been worried at how fast her child fell out as if the bloodied waters made her birth canal into something similar to the hill she slid down only moments before.

No cry

That was not right...why wasn't it crying? Babies are supposed to cry!

Looking down she saw a pair of watery eyes that reminded her too much of a time months ago that led to all this, her mind did not register the color of, nor could she be bothered checking her child's gender, the babe was so blue it was almost purple and thinking fast she grabbed the scarf and rubbed the child's too skinny body down, even slapping it's back, begging it to cry, scream, anything!

Soft grunts before a wail erupted which eased Victoria's heart before it stopped and more grunts came, sticky mucus coming loose at the wail, but the single cry being all the babe seemed to have in it and the new mother deflated.

It was going to die, she knew it, too small, and had no strength to cry properly.

She did not want to see it!

If the monster caught her with the babe in here...what would it do to it? Throw it in anger at a tree? Angry this new creature got more love than it at its birth?

It was human, it needed to perish in a proper place.

Victoria wrapped the babe in the scarf "I'm sorry! Forgive me!" she didn't want it to die here, climbing out of the hole, she looked around and saw the town was close, her exhaustion temporarily forgotten she limped the rest of the way.

A random porch caught her attention, a woman inside with her knitting, oblivious to what had happened just feet from her door.

Another grunt as the newborn was settled on the porch, its mother not noticing how it was reeling up for something.

knock knock

The woman opened the door and screamed, no one around but a bloodied scarf with a now screaming bundle inside encouraged by her noise.

"Edwina Jekyll what are you screeching about!?"

Well, this chapter was FUCKED UP...

Fun fact; mom said I slid out of her so fast it was like I was on a water slide! she did not even make it into the delivery room...I almost fell off of the LABOR table! Only the nurse (who had her back turned...)flipping around and grabbing me up was what kept my ass from faceplanting to the floor.

And my grandma's cousin birthed her baby in her pant leg, she was walking down the HOSPITAL HALLWAY and her kids sliding down her pant leg, and NO ONE fucking moves to help her!