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elliesbelle · 2 years ago

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nobody compares to you

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synopsis: you’re in your junior year of college and at a party, you run into the girl who broke your heart: ellie williams. despite the time it took to reset your life, will you risk a broken heart again for her?

pairing: modern au ellie x reader

word count (work in progress): 74.8k

minors do not interact

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chapter 1

synopsis: you attend a frat party with friends and you run into the girl who broke your heart the summer after freshman year, ellie williams.

content warnings: cursing, angst, dealer!ellie, use of marijuana, use of alcohol, sexual speech and content, anxiety attack, homophobia, brief mentions of predatory men

chapter 2

synopsis: you’re dragged to a diner with your friends and some strangers. you speak to ellie for the first time in months.

content warnings: cursing, angst, dealer!ellie, mentions of marijuana and alcohol, use of alcohol, sexual speech and content, anxiety attack, brief mentions of homophobia

chapter 3

synopsis: dina comforts you after a drunken night.

content warnings: cursing, angst, dealer!ellie, mentions of alcohol, brief mention of vomit

chapter 4

synopsis: a flashback to how ellie broke your heart.

content warnings: cursing, angst, dealer!ellie, also toxic!ellie kind of, mentions of marijuana, sexual speech and content, brief mention of straight girls experimenting with lesbianism, toxic family relationships, lesbian situationship, descriptions and mentions of death & grieving, depressive episodes, cheating if you squint but it's more betrayal than cheating really?, bad driving for like two seconds, description and mention of vomit

chapter 5

synopsis: you encounter ellie’s latest romantic conquest and an ex-fling of yours from long ago.

content warnings: cursing, angst, slight slut-shaming, brief mention of death

featuring one of my favourite people in the world’s original songs, "sometimes you lose your soulmates"

chapter 6

synopsis: you reminisce on how you first met abby anderson.

content warnings: cursing, angst, messy lesbian relationships/situationships, loser!ellie makes an appearance for 0.5 seconds, brief and indirection mention of marijuana, mentions of death, brief mention of reader's genitals (implies that reader has a vagina, but if you headcanon reader as a trans girl w/a penis, just pretend it's a metaphorical vagina, i fully encourage it), sexual speech and content (not fully smut but there are drops of it), depictions of nudity

chapter 7

synopsis: ellie’s POV. ellie deals with feelings of jealousy.

content warnings: dealer!ellie, LOSER!ELLIE, cursing, ANGST, use of marijuana and alcohol, brief mention of death, descriptions of a weapon (it's just ellie's switchblade), sexual speech and content, brief mention of violence, brief description of homophobia

featuring the sabrina carpenter song “decode”

chapter 8

synopsis: you have a heart-to-heart with jesse.

content warnings: cursing, angst, lesbian flirtationship?, mentions of kissing, mentions of a weapon (it's just ellie's switchblade), descriptions of injuries and bruising, abby is hot and cocky (duh)

chapter 9

synopsis: ellie's POV. a view into the week ellie had when she'd discovered you with abby anderson.

content warnings: cursing, angst, descriptions of and allusions to physical altercations and violence, descriptions of alcohol, dealer!ellie, more loser!ellie, mentions of smoking and marijuana

featuring the stephen bishop song “it might be you”

chapter 10

synopsis: after agreeing to go on a night out to the lesbian bar “the bow and arrow” with abby and her friends, you run into an old face.

content warnings: cursing, angst, descriptions of alcohol, straight men eww, unwanted advances, reader is implied to be shorter than both abby and ellie (if you think you're not, let's just pretend for a line or two for the sake of storytelling lol), descriptions of sexual harassment, descriptions of physical violence

featuring the equal creatures song “waiting in the wings”

chapter 11

synopsis: a flashback to when you first met ellie williams.

content warnings: cursing, angst, dealer!ellie, descriptions of alcohol and underage drinking, mentions of homophobic slurs, descriptions of marijuana use, men being creepy in general, drama between exes, descriptions of an anxiety attack, mentions of nausea and vomiting

chapter 12

synopsis: dina discovers a secret you’ve been keeping. you have dinner with abby.

content warnings: mentions of alcohol, descriptions of anxiety and anxiety attacks, allusions to toxic parents, description of murder (in a joking fashion), flashback scene, some descriptions from ellie's POV, descriptions of marijuana and marijuana usage, allusions to toxic ex-friends, slightly sexual behaviour

chapter 13

synopsis: ellie’s POV. the aftermath of your dinner with abby is revealed. ellie has several eye-opening conversations.

content warnings: mentions of marijuana and descriptions of its usage, descriptions of anaphylactic shock, brief mention of needles, descriptions of anxiety, mentions of death, descriptions of jealousy, mentions of breakups, several flashback scenes, mentions of LSD and its usage, descriptions of acid tripping

featuring the songs “i think i love you again” by aaron taylor and “merry christmas darling” by the carpenters, an audio of a phone call between ellie and joel, and a drawing of ellie by my very talented little sister

chapter 14

synopsis: you finally wake and find yourself in the hospital.

content warnings: some setting is in a hospital, mentions of catheters and needles, descriptions and talk of anaphylaxis, mentions of financial difficulties, mentions of alcohol, mentions of toxic parents, mentions of death and suicide

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#nobody compares to you series #nobody compares to you masterlist #ellie williams #dealer!ellie #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #the last of us #tlou #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 #ellie fanfiction #Spotify #audio #belle speaks

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iceagebaby · 5 days ago

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let's say this is a celebration between Crowley Angst Day and the beginning of the pride month. As is of the cannon, Crowley is 7 years older than Halt. And in medieval times, lives were much more fragile, life spans shorter. — Halt doesn’t look like much at first. skinny, half-feral, beard already coming in despite being barely into adulthood. Crowley teases him from the start, and Halt bites back every time. It's immediate, electric, dangerous. They're on missions together and they’re bickering like an old married couple after a week. Neither of them is thinking about the far future. Why would they? They’ve got blades on their hips, arrows at the ready, and the certainty that they might not make it until tomorrow.

Crowley becomes commandant at 27. Too young, too burdened. Halt never says it, but he sees how the role chews at him. And even in their earlier years, before the burden, Crowley was always up before dawn, reading dispatches, writing reports, worrying about everything. It was natural for him to take this role, despite how much weight it was for one man.

Halt started going grey before he hit 30, which was ironic because Crowley, despite the years separating them, still had all his damn hair and it hadn’t gone even a bit silver yet. Halt grumbled about it but honestly? it suited him.

“You looked forty when you were twenty,” Crowley would tease him. But then Crowley starts aging for real, and it wasn't so funny anymore.

Crowley turns 45, and for the first time, he needs help up from the ground after sparring. It’s subtle, blink and you’d miss it. Halt didn’t. Crowley started to age hard and fast after 50. The job wore him down. Constant travel, constant conflict, constant stress. His mind remained as sharp as ever but his body started failing him, slowly, creeping in. His joints hated the cold, he got tired faster. Halt noticed him rubbing his knees after a longer travel. The jokes completely stopped by then. They only serve now as a cruel reminder. They were no longer funny. Not when Halt began to feel the time speed up. The years slipping like sand between his fingers. It was watching the person you loved age faster than you. It was knowing the ending long before you were ready to see it, and you were helpless to stop it. The years passed and Halt was still strong. Still deadly. The grey in his beard might've been white now, sure, but his hands were steady, his aim as flawless as ever.

And Crowley? Crowley was tired. When Crowley turned 60, Halt brought him a bottle of something sharp and expensive, and they sat by the fire in silence for hours. That uncharacteristical, unsettling silence from Crowly. They didn’t toast. They didn’t make speeches. Just at one point, Crowley said, almost offhand, “Never thought I’d get this far.”

Halt didn’t answer. He just reached over, poured them both another glass. —

It wasn’t fair.

After everything. The wars, the battles, the betrayals, the years of danger, it doesn't happen with a sword, not a fight, not even a fall. It happened quietly.

Crowley, in bed, blanket pulled up. eyes open. a faint smile on his face. Like he just remembered something funny and was about to tell Halt.

He just... stopped breathing. Gone. Just like that. The man Halt had loved for over forty years - forty, they’d marked that milestone just last year, sitting beside a fire, when for one brief moment Halt had dared to whisper, “I’m glad we made it.” The man he’d fought beside, lived for, bled for, let himself need, was gone. And all Halt could think was: he didn’t say goodbye. There was no hand squeeze, no final word, no look. Suddenly they ran out of time. Halt sat beside him for hours, didn’t touch the body. Just stared at him, because part of him, some stubborn, foolish, childish part, was still waiting.

Waiting for Crowley to blink, to twitch, to laugh and say, “I got you, didn’t I?”

But he didn't. He never would again.

Halt just sat there for hours. Hands still. heart pounding in his ears like war drums.

And the only thing, the only damn thought he had left in his mind was:

You’re alone now.

#rangers apprentice #halt o'carrick #cralt #crowley meratyn #character death #fanfiction #should i one day write it out as a full work?#this is mostly just copypasted old discord messages #insert Time by Pink Floyd here

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aphroditesmoon · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m not sure if u do smut or not but I was wondering if u could do a Legolas smut with fem!human!reader, like a enemies to lovers kind of thing. Maybe hate sex? <3

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legolas greenleaf x reader

summary: legolas has his doubts about who you really are, but is that really why he can never meet your eyes with anything else but anger in himself.

warning: afab reader, nswf, smut 18+, etl, legolas being a jerk, probably bad description of mirkwood

a/n: soo sorry i took ages, I've been taking new meds, also i havent written smut for a while so im a bit dusty, hope u like it<3

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Summer is barely a real season under the protective courts of Mirkwood, you could barely feel the heat or see the sun through giantic starfall tree and at night, the chill through the strong winds gives a hint of winter in its air.

You loved it. Training at night feels easier when your not already sweating through your tits ten minutes in warm ups. And the quiet around you, save the crickets and owls hooting, gave you the solace you seeked for each existing day you lived through.

But despite finding everything well with want you asked for, the universe seems relentless with making sure you'll always be keeping your guard up and your annoyance up higher, with the ever consistent appearance of Prince Legolas Greenleaf.

He stands by the corner near an entrance to the castle, watchful of you while thinking he's quiet. His lack of trust in you makes him believe that you somehow lack in the specialties of elf abilities, like for example, your keen hearing.

"I could hear you for a mile away, prince." You also caught onto his snort, before his footsteps sounds louder. "How did you lnow it was me then?" He asks, less snobby than usual.

He must be drunk, you tell yourself.

"You have that pompous, all knowing kind of stride, it has its own beat when you walk." You expected him to roll his eyes like he usually do, belittling you like a child being reprimanded. But suprisingly he laughs. "That sounds a lot like you're projecting, after all, only pompous, all knowing arseholes are the ones who isolate themselves and train alone."

Ah, there it is. He's sobered up then.

"And what humble, kind enough of an elf, would waste his time stalking other people just to throw insults like a 7 year old?" You snapped.

If he had found your irritants amusing before, now his smile fades altogether, and he looks the same as when he's about to pull an arrow on an orc.

"The kind of an elf who's trying to protect his kingdom and father." You laughed honestly yet mockingly before dropping your sword altogether to look at him. "You think your doing the king a favor? His majesty has his own mind, he trusts me, so I'd suggest you drop your savior facade and trust him." He shook his head and looks away for a second, as if deep in thought. "My father doesn't trust anyone, let alone random rogue elves who comes out of nowhere."

You raised you brow at his bravery in speech. 'This random rogue elf is the reason your father is alive, if I had even a glimpse of malice in me, I wouldn't have done nothing but serve him well for the last 10 months." You say matter of factly.

And before he could argue again, you wave your hand at him annoyed, and turn your back at the prince. "I practise better when im alone, and now you've ruined my peace, if you don't have anything new or smart to say-"

"You are a witch." He speaks. You actually freezed for a moment, forehead frowned in confusion. "Excuse me?"He repeated his impossible words.

"Im a witch...because i saved your father's lives?" You ask him, slowly. He looks more frustrated then ever, as if you're the one patronizing him.

"No, you are a witch, because you have bewitched him." You could laugh if you didn't want to punch him. "And how have I bewitched him?" You almost yell. "I don't fucking know!" He yells first.

"My father has never trusted anyone, except for me, yet i see he'd put his life in your hands if he has to. And you know that, you know what you are doing. How you win his praise and trust when you fight, and when you put yourself over him, over the other shooters, martyring yourself."

Your mouth was wide open, your brows furowing, but no words escape you as he continues, inching closer with every word, untik you're both a step away from eachother.

"And you know exactly what you do to me." He was hovering over you, with a glare so intense you've never seen from the mirkwood prince. "I've done nothi-" He cuts you off when you've just gained enough control to speak. "You've bewitched me."

His breath was steady even in such anger, fanning your face gently as he inhales and exhales. "I don't trust you, and i shouldn't care too much of another fighter in our army, another stranger i shan't waste my time on. Yet one glimpse of you, and you're stuck in my head, like a memory i can't seem to forget."

he was silent after the last confession ends, and you have the stubborn urge to answer to him. "That sounds like a you problem, not mine." He gives a short bitter laugh, looking up to the sky for a second, as if praying to the stars for guidance. "What have you done to me, cruel enchantress."

The rage seemed to lessen in the glare he still holds at you, but something more hungry lays in his gaze. "I've done nothing. Im no witch." You answer, so over all of this cat and mouse game. "And if I was, I wouldn't waste my time on someone so frustrating like you, and your stupid perfect nose, going around acting like you're-" He cuts you off, closing the small space between the two of you with his lips.

It was persistent, the way his mouth pushed over yours, like a strong wave crashing over sands, forcing it to feel the same surge it's being held againts.

When your hands finally found its strength, you place them againts his chest, pushing him off, he startles and moves a step, eyes locking with yours.

His hands that were once on each sides of your face, falls down to his side, fingers flexing as if too empty now. "I hate you." He says. His eyes saying the opposite. Your mind repeats over and over of what he had done and you tell yourself that it can't get any worse or better than this, so you took a move yourself forward, standing on the ground he was on a second ago.

"Then why don't you show me how much."

You don't hesitate to pull his face towards yours, recreating the similar scene as before. His hands move to wrap around your waist, while yours tangle themselves in his untied long white hair.

You gasp when his tongue licks over your bottom lip, giving him what he wanted, your tongues clashes as you two continue kissing eachother like you're out of air. You don't flinch when he backs you up until your back meets the flat of a wall. His right hand starts to fliddle with the laces tying your leather top on. You help him take it off before your own fingers helps him take his breeches of while he moves his lips to your neck.

"I like you better with your hair down." You manage to gasp out while he's sucking on your neck. "And I like you better with your mouth shut." Legolas replies before his hands easily turns you around your face meets with the wall.

You barely hold on to the wall when his grip on your hips tighten, your own training tights pulled down before you felt him againts your back. You squirm and let yourself grind againts his hardness when one of his hands move to your front to squeeze your breasts, flicking your nipple, gently moving lower then from your chest to yoir stomach, grazing your scar filled abs until it gets lower to where you want him the most.

He's still squeezing your left hip while rubbing his hard cock againts your ass.

Finally as he sinks into you without notice, receiving a loud whimper from you, his hand over your hips move to grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back againts his chest. His right wandering fingers were still againts your front, rubbing circles on your thighs.

You're too speechless, feeling yourself filled up to the brim by him. He doesn't move at first, head laying low by your neck, hot breathing againts your cheek. You almost cry when he slowly pulls out, until he pushes himself in again, harder tham the first thrust.

He doesn't stop them, pushing into your hole repeatedly, his hands moving up from your thighs to your clit, rubbing over it with a pace that wanted to make you scream.

Legolas finally regains enough strength to start biting and sucking on your neck, marking you, while he doesn't stop pounding into your wet cunt.

The fullness of his cock and pressure of his fingers makes your cunt tighten againts him, he lets out a growl you've never heard if the elf prince before he bites down your sweet spot harshly, making you scream out his name. "Fucking hell." He groans out, fucking out all his pent up anger and tension over you.

.Your hands feels slippery againts the wall, gripping againts nothing while he takes you like a ragdoll, manhandling you take his cock over and over, watching you turn into a crying and moaning mess.

"Legolas, please- uh." You mewl out to him He hears you, pleased he is as he lets out a grin againts your neck. "Please what, my love?" He asks huskily. Love, thats a new one.

"Need to come-" You beg out to him. And Legolas, for all his false pretense of hostility before, could never say no to you.

He pushes your face againts the wall again, both of his palms now back to each side of your hip, tightening againts them as he plunges himself harder inside of you as you scream out his name, shameless of who could've heard them. Your nipples grazes againts the hard bumpy walls, oversensitive to everything now, you clench againts him so tightly that you could hear him curse out in elvish as he holds on to your bruised sides.

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as he continues fucking you while you explode all over him, your orgasm leaking out of your cunt, all over his leg. "Argh- im going to-" He doesn't finish his words as he finally cums after you, his hot cum leaking into your hole and then lower lines on your arse.

His head leans on your back, his breathing rapid and sweat glistens you both.

Legolas pulls you back by your breast, letting you rest on hus chest while the two of you try to regain some air. His fingers grazing the valley of your tits, head stuck on the side of your forehead. Once you've calmed down from your high, you tilt your head towards him, relishing his warm arms around you.

He leans forward, letting your forehead meets. You let out a small smile. "Now what?" Your voice gentler then expected. "Now-" He answers, voice hard. "-I'll take you to my chambers, and I'm fucking you again."

#legolas greenleaf fanfiction #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas x reader #legolas #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr #the lord of the rings

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dazii-kons · 8 months ago

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reverse dc au but its not robins

You read that right! Let me introduce you to the most random, nonsensical swap AU,Despite the title, the Robins are in it, but they aren't the main focus.

.....Well, I guess Damian is a pretty big part of it, BUT here he was never a Robin, so I stand by my point.

Shadow Damian and Hopeflare Jon, partners in "crime" since they were Veil and Superboy, are on a mission to take down the last CADMUS base that’s left. Surprisingly, it actually is the only existing one (sorry, Match fans—he's not going to show up for a loooooong while).

They arrive to find a bloody mess and a broken environment. There’s no heartbeat, no sound of breathing, nothing any living person would make...except the sound of dripping blood.

Checking all the rooms, Damian finds the one where all the bodies seemed to have been escaping from, and inside, he finds... a mini version of his best friend???except he has curly hair styled in an undercut,his skin is tan and he's wearing a bloody hospital gown.

Thus comes Subject 13, aka Project Cm.Kh/S>sb(a metaphor for a CADMUS-made Kryptonian hybrid of Superman’s son beta), a clone of well ,Superman’s son made with the DNA of Hopeflare, Lex Luthor (who has a bit of techno-meta DNA from his mother), and an unknown human donor (Lois Lane), whose aging process has been stopped by an explosion. He’s stuck in the body of an 11-year-old, a skinny and fragile little boy with knowledge many historians could never dream of. And as a bonus, he comes with a stack of new, unknown powers—so fun!

Short story long, he gets out very quickly with no trouble,as if he wasnt fighting two jl leveled heros and uses the weird pink telekinesis like power (ttk) to make the building collapse. Oh, and also, he hates Jon and somehow knows Shadow's secret identity by just looking at him-not even his face ,that's masked, so it would still be weird, but not as much—but at his chest, more specifically the dark little “s” crossed by an “h” (which is Shadow's symbol).

The mini Jon, as they decided to call him, vanishes from existence for almost six months, making Damian almost convince his partner to stop looking because he’s ruining himself.

In this time, Kon—still choosing a last name—is having the nicest time of his life in the house of Tim Drake-Wayne (age 11) and two of his friends: Stephanie Brown (age 17) and Bernard Dowd (age 10).

Stephanie was kicked out for her addiction by her hero father. Still struggling with it, she was in a situationship with a villain whose name is unknown, but she has moved on from that, Currently, she is two months pregnant, and after a long talk with Tim (who's shockingly smart for a kid), she decided to keep the baby because, screw it, she /Tim/ has the money and enough time to give them a good life. She moved in with Tim because his parents wouldn’t notice anyway, considering they let an 11-year-old have an apartment and live alone. (Jack and Janet are neglectful, but they do love Tim and aren’t fanon.)

Bernard, who was found by Stephanie beaten to a bloody pulp and about to be sacrificed to some vultures, was practically forced to come live with them after Stephanie had one conversation with his parents and her 'soon-to-be-mom''fuck you bitch'' instincts kicked in.

They decided on the name Kon purely because Tim found footage of OG Superman calling that his cousin, Supergirl. That, and since it was the only Kryptonian word that sounded somewhat decent that was found in media, they went with it.

Tim is the protégé of Batman, the second Veil, and rarely goes out on missions since the big bat thinks he’s too young (as if Damian wasn’t 7 when he became Veil),But he still does, sometimes Catwoman and her own kitten, stray, join him

Stephanie is Lilac Arrow (currently looking for a new name, feeling like it’s too close to her father's, and she doesn’t admit it to him—not anymore) and is an ex-Speedy, an active vigilante since she plans to take a longer break of six months until the baby is at least two.

So Kon is finding himself with his friends, learning how to be a person with rights and a life to live.

The whole fic is just consumed by these three being besties as they get older, maybe with a sprinkle of TimBert childhood sweethearts, nonbinary Kon, Stephanie getting to raise her son, and Jon going batshitt about finding his little something that’s for sure related to him while Damian is just done.

Flaline is also there as Damian's emotional support, promising to kick Jon’s ass to take care of himself when he can’t. i prob make more of this au with other characters or of this exact scenario but idk,tell me what you think

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tomcat-radio · 11 months ago

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Wes Anderson's kill count, a result of having too much time on my hands, spoiler: it's complicated.

Firstly, referencing the title, Wes Anderson himself has never killed anyone (at least I hope), but people sure do die in his films sometimes. The question is, exactly how many?

ALSO WARNING!! SPOILERS FOR ALL MOVIES AHEAD! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

The Conditions -

This is a low estimate, meaning only characters who are confirmed to have died are counted. However, if a character is stated to have died and later been resuscitated, they will also be counted. Animal deaths will only be counted if the animal is a character or their death plays a role in the story (for example hunting, or a character eating meat does not count). I will only add to the kill count if I have an exact number, so saying for example, "a lot of people died" means zero for these purposes.

Bottle Rocket

No one died in this one.

Death toll: 0

Rushmore

Eloise Fischer - cancer - 47

Edward Appleby - drowning - age unknown

The Royal Tenenbaums

Helen Tenenbaum - unknown - 55

Rachel Tenenbaum - Plane crash - 35

Royal Tenenbaum - heart attack - 68

Buckley - Hit by car - age unknown

Mrs Sherman - stomach cancer - age unknown

Death toll: 5

The Life Aquatic

Esteban Du Plantier - eaten by shark - age unknown

Ms Plimpton - overdose - age unknown

Ned Plimpton - blood loss due to injuries in helicopter crash, likely impaled by helicopter parts - 30

Filipino pirate - bullet to neck - age unknown

Alastair Hennessey's crew (at least 12 individuals) - cause of death unknown - ages differ

Pirates in hotel (at least 12 individuals) - explosion - ages differ

Death toll: 28

The Darjeeling Limited

Jimmy Whitman - hit by taxi - age unknown

Francis Whitman - motorcycle crash - 39-40

Child crossing river #3 - drowning - age unknown

“One of the sister’s brothers” - eaten by tiger - age unknown

Death toll: 4

Fantastic Mr Fox

Rat - electrocution - age unknown

Fantastic mr Fox’s father - cause of death unknown - 7 ½ non fox years old

Death toll: 2

Moonrise Kingdom:

Snoopy - shot by bow and arrow - age unknown

Sam Shakusky’s mother - cause of death unknown - age unknown

Sam Shakusky’s father - cause of death unknown - age unknown

Death Toll: 3

The Grand Budapest Hotel:

Madame D-U-T - poisoned - 84

Jopling - pushed off cliff - age unknown

The author - cause of death unknown - age unknown

Agatha - illness - age unknown

Agatha and Zero’s child - cause of death unknown - age unknown

M Gustave - shot - somewhere in his forties

Kovacs - murdered by Jopling - age unknown

Serge X - murdered by Jopling - age unknown

Headless girl - murdered by Jopling - age unknown

Kovacs’s cat - murdered by Jopling - age unknown

Death Toll: 10

Isle of Dogs

Dog in Spots’s kennel - starvation - age unknown

Dog referenced - hung by own leash - age unknown

Professor Watanabe - poisoned - age unknown

Atari’s mother - train crash- age unkown

Atari’s father - train crash - age unknown

Indigenous dog leader - cannibalised - age unknown

Death Toll: a shockingly low 6, because this operates off of confirmed deaths only. If speculated deaths were counted, Isle of Dogs would likely be the highest by far.

The French Dispatch:

Moses Rosenthaler victim #1 - murder - age unknown

Moses Rosethnaler victim #2 - murder - age unknown

Arthur Howitzer Junior - heart attack - 75

Zeferelli - Electrocuted - 19

The 8.25 bodies pulled from the Blasé river each week, The French Dispatch definitely takes place over at least three months (evidenced by the riot storyline) , so we’ll multiply this by four and minus one for Zeffirelli, making it 98 - causes of death unknown - ages vary

72 prisoners - riot - ages vary

6 members of The French Splatter School - riot - ages vary

2 men - shot by Clampette - ages unknown.

Morisot - jumping from a building - age unknown

Police cadet/nanny - gunshot wound to head - age unknown

7 kidnappers - poisoning - ages vary

Death toll: 201

Asteroid City

Mrs Steenbeck - illness - age unknown

Conrad Earp - car crash - 50

Death toll: 2

So, without further ado, the lowest possible estimate of the overall kill count from all 11 of Wes Anderson's films is 253, and if you read all of this, I don't know whether to thank you or be concerned.

#wes anderson #wes anderson movies #film #bottle rocket #rushmore #the royal tenenbaums #the life aquatic #the darjeeling limited #fantastic mr fox #moonrise kingdom #the grand budapest hotel #isle of dogs #the french dispatch #asteroid city #this is what autism can do to a guy #who is the intended audience for this? no idea actually

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a-killer-obsession · 1 year ago

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 7 - Trust

You help Mohawk give the crew their annual medical checkups.

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Apparently the Kid Pirates took their health more seriously than Yin would have guessed, because during dinner it was decided that tomorrow Yin would start her new job in the infirmary by assisting with annual medical checkups. Apparently Mohawk was adamant that the crew have regular health assessments, though to be honest only the top dogs ever usually made it through more than one annual checkup. Henchmen and cabin boys didn't often survive that long. Regardless, he kept well organized records of everyone currently on the ship, with manila folders containing sheets of information, from medical history to blood types to work he'd done himself. They were all kept in careful alphabetical order in filing cabinets that sat in the infirmary, organized by first name since many of the ship's occupants didn't have a surname.

With the addition of Yin's skills he was determined to add a new sheet of paper to each file, documenting old bone breaks, as well as any current internal issues that he might not have been able to catch without scanning equipment. The crew wasn't due for their annuals for another month or so, but he was excited to test out her abilities, so he'd convinced Kid to bring it forward.

She followed him to the infirmary after breakfast, where he gave her a quick tour of the room before performing her own checkup. He usually liked to do an initial interview when a new crewmate came on board but there hadn't really been the opportunity to do it till now. Anytime she'd been free, he'd been busy.

She gave him the short version of her life, he wasn't shocked to hear how the marines had treated her. They discussed contraceptives for a short while, but in truth he didn't really know much about them, since he was used to working for a crew of only men. She told him she had some sort of implant the commodore had forced on to her, so he made a note to look in to it, but left it be at that. The entire female reproductive system was something he was going to need to study now. He at least didn't need to inquire about her last cycle, or how irregular her period was, since he'd heard from Heat what happened during her initiation. He'd been unsurprised to discover the slave mark burned in to her skin in the middle of her back, it was long healed since it had been probably twenty years since she was branded.

“Any old injuries to note?” He asked, pulling out the new page he'd whipped up yesterday and photocopied a million times. It had a simple outline of a human, duplicated and labeled ‘front’ and ‘back’, with space around the edges so he could make notes and draw arrows to mark notable injuries.

“I broke my left ankle when I was learning to moon step, when I was about fourteen,” she said, tapping her lip with her index finger while she tried to recall past injuries, “oh and I dislocated my right hip when I was eight”

“How'd you do that?” He asked, making quick notes on the page.

“Got raped by a man too big for me,” she said plainly. He paused and put down his pen, letting out a heavy sigh. She seemed indifferent, like she'd just told him she'd fallen from a tree or something. You know, something normal for an eight year old to have done. He didn't pry further, she'd already given him her life story, he didn't need more information.

“I just need to check your eyes and ears and we can start calling the crew in for their checks,” he said, wheeling his stool over to sit in front of her. She was sitting over the side of the examination table. The infirmary wasn't large, but it was big enough for a decent size desk, an examination table, and a couple of more comfortable beds for those who needed a quiet place to recover, or required observation. The walls were lined with cabinets, many of them under lock and key, bookcases containing medical journals, and several tall filing cabinets. The room didn't have any windows, since it was smack in the middle of the building that sat above deck towards the back of the ship, and it smelt heavily of medical grade disinfectant.

“Can you remove your mask for me?” He asked politely, otoscope in hand.

“I can but you have to be quick, did Killer explain how my mask works to you?” She asked.

“He did, you won't be able to hear or see me properly, correct?” He said, “I'll be quick, just look straight ahead and stay still, I'll put your mask back on as soon as I'm done”

“Okay then, I think I trust you,” she slid her mask off and placed it on the bed beside her, sitting as still as she could, “okay, go ahead,” she couldn't make out her own voice, but she hoped she was speaking.

He gasped as he looked at her eyes and saw the grey-pink, no whites or iris or discernable pupil visible on them. He pushed it aside for now, he had to check her ears first. He moved quickly, knowing that every second he took was another second for her to become overwhelmed. Killer had warned that in the past she'd been known to become feral when she was without her mask, and he didn't feel like getting bitten today.

Her ears looked healthy, so he swapped his otoscope for his ophthalmoscope, rolling his stool to be directly in front of her and gently pulling her eyelids away to see more of her eyeballs. It was useless, he couldn't make out anything remotely human on her eyes other than the shape - whatever was going on with them was outside of his skillset. He sighed and gave up, putting the tool down and picking her mask up to slide carefully over her head. She felt it starting to touch her, so she quickly took over and shimmied it into its usual comfortable position.

“All done?” She asked.

“All done, thanks for not biting me,” he half laughed as he scribbled notes in her chart.

“I only do that to men who ask nicely,” he assumed she winked after that but he couldn't tell past the visor.

“Right,” he tried to brush it off, he wasn't one who was comfortable or who knew how to react to open flirting, “so, with the others. I'll do all my usual examinations, and when I'm done I'll have you scan them. I want to hear about any current or old injuries, and any abnormalities you see. I've never had access to scanning equipment so it'll be mostly new information for me.”

“Okay, can do doc!” She replied, moving from the exam table to the desk, sitting on the edge and kicking her feet.

“One last thing,” Mohawk said as he stood to go find his first patient. Most of the crew thought medical checks were for pussies and would no doubt be unwilling victims, “everything in this room comes under doctor-patient confidentiality okay? You're my nurse now, everything you hear is to be kept private. And keep it professional, you may be surprised how many of these men have STIs. If I hear a single laugh while I'm looking at someone's dick I'll have Killer drown you, got it?”

“Genitals don't phase me, most of the showers in the marines were mixed gender,” she shrugged, “you may be surprised to hear how many dicks I've come face first with to check for UTIs”

“Okay, good, we should have no issues then,” he said, “get off the desk, it's not professional. Sit in my chair till I need your assistance. I'll be mostly on the stool anyway”

“Roger that, doc,” she gave a mock salute and slid off the desk as he left.

Yin really was surprised at how many henchmen had STIs, and by the time they were done she was sure she could recite Mohawk's safe sex spiel of the top of her head, word for word. A few henchmen had been suffering in silence with bad constipation, and one had a badly broken toe. The cabin boys were all relatively healthy, but Mohawk gave them all the safe sex talk anyway, since it wouldn't be long before they started getting curious about the women, and he desperately hoped he could keep them from turning in to disease-ridden henchmen. Some of them were already partaking, but had been lucky enough to not catch anything.

It was well in to the afternoon when they got to the officers and commanders. The officers were all healthy, being that they'd been on the ship long enough to have regular checkups and knew well to follow Mohawk's advice. Yin had to stand on the examination table to check Wire's head, since he was just so damn tall.

She was surprised to find during Heat's examination that he actually had several hidden piercings that she could see through his clothes while she scanned him. She didn't ask why his dick was pierced, it didn't seem like an appropriate medical question. Kid wasn't happy about being examined, and complained the whole time that he was too busy for this shit. Mohawk gave him a long, stern talking to about drinking less beer and more water, if he didn't want a repeat of yesterday. She hadn't realised that the metal arm didn't have a real arm inside, she'd just assumed it was some sort of cover. She bit back a gasp when he removed it so Mohawk could check the stump of what used to be an arm. The base had metal embedded in to it, assumedly to help the prosthetic stick. She did her best to not gawk.

Last up was Killer, who they had to wait quite long for since he had been busy with some new recipe he had wanted to try that required being cooked slowly for many hours. He smelled of freshly cut herbs and bread when he entered, mixed with his usual scent of musk and spices. He locked the door as he entered, and Yin came to the jarring realisation that he was probably going to need to remove his mask. Mohawk went through his usual line of questioning before standing in front of Killer, he was too tall to examine from the stool. He did the same flexibility and grip strength tests he'd done for everyone else, and tapped his knees with a little hammer to check reaction times, before picking up his otoscope and turning to Yin expectantly.

“Right, sorry,” she said, turning and facing the wall. She heard something click and hair rustling as Killer removed his mask. “Hey um.. should I examine his head while the mask is off? I can't see his face if I'm scanning him, I promise”

“My head is fine,” Killer said flatly.

“I'm making notes of old injuries as well though, its important for my records,” Mohawk explained, “she's fast, it'll only take her a moment to check your head if nothing is wrong”

“Fine,” he sighed, “as long as she can't see”

“If my visor is dark green or red, I can't see you, just your insides,” she said, “to be honest I can only make out faces when its purple or like a neon green”

“Neon green is what you had when you killed the seaking right?” Killer asked, “is that some sort of night vision?”

“Yeah,” she explained, still awkwardly facing the wall, “and I can see pretty deep in the water as well, thats how I saw the seaking. I'm gonna turn around now, okay? I'll only be able to see your bones”

“Okay,” he replied. Mohawk finished checking Killer's eyes and stepped aside for her. She couldn't see well, but she'd spent all day in the room so she knew there was no furniture between them, and she could see their skeletons, the metal base of the examination bed, and Killer's mask sitting on the bed bedside him. She used what she could see as a guide to carefully make her way over, but she couldn't see the floor so her steps were awkward and she tripped.

“Woah, careful,” Mohawk said as he caught her, “what's wrong with you?”

“Can't see the floor,” she laughed, “I can only really see your bones and the metal things in the room, like Killer's mask and the base of the bed. Hard to walk without a floor”

She righted herself and stood carefully in front of Killer, who was definitely too tall. “You're too big, I'm gonna need to get on the table,” she climbed up on the side of him that didn't hold his mask, thankful that the base was metal and the mattress was thin so she could even see what she was doing. In her mind she was adding thickness to all the things she could see to account for what she couldn't.

“Ah- my hair-” Killer growled and pulled away, she'd unknowingly knelt on his long blond locks that had been resting against the bed.

“Fuck, sorry Kil,” she said, kneeling behind him, “I couldn't see it”

“It's fine, just get it over with,” he muttered, pulling his hair over his shoulder to the front so she couldn't catch it again.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” She asked as professionally as she could, “I need to turn your head”

“That's fine,” he replied.

She put her hands gently on either side of his head, carefully turning it and moving her hands around as she examined. It felt like he had thick bangs over his forehead, which definitely surprised her.

“Fuck you have a lot of old fractures for someone who wears a helmet,” she noted, “I can see… seven, Mohawk, if you want to note that down”

“Got it,” he replied, scribbling in his notes.

She turned Killer's face to look at her, her thumbs tracing his cheeks as she inspected them. She didn't even realise how intimate she was being, it was a natural process for her. His jawline seemed strong and his cheekbones looked prominent, if she had to guess she'd say he must have a sharp, attractive face. It looked symmetrical at the bone level, but who knows what kind of scars or deformities he might have on top that caused him to wear a mask.

“Old fracture on the left cheek as well,” she said, “I'd bet good money Kid did that”

“It'd be a winning bet,” he replied, suppressing a smile. Mohawk was busy with his notes, and she couldn't actually see his face, but he felt exposed anyway, and he didn't want anyone to see his ugly smile - the real reason he wore a mask.

“I'm gonna switch to red now okay?” She said, removing one of her hands from his face to fiddle with her mask. The visor turned red and her hand returned to his face, “Nothing of note on the front, eyes look healthy, frontal lobe looks fine,” she turned his head and made her way around, checking the side, then the back, then the other side. She paused, holding his head firmly in place. “Mohawk?”

“Mmm?” He looked up from his notes.

“There's something here, on the outside, towards the base of the neck,” she said, running her hand through Killer's hair and pulling it gently aside to clear the area she wanted Mohawk to check, “right here,” she pointed as she saw the bag of organs and veins that formed Mohawk stand beside the bed.

“It looks like a small cyst,” he said, prodding it with a gloved hand, “Killer I thought I told you to let me know if your mask did shit like this, it looks like it's about where the edge would rub”

“It's nothing,” he pulled Yin's hand out of his hair, entirely ignoring how nice her delicate hands felt woven through his locks, “I was just gonna deal with it myself”

Mohawk sighed and returned to his desk, “you're staying when she's done checking you over, so I can deal with that. It needs draining”

“I have shit to do,” Killer grumbled.

“Will you stop being a baby and let him do his job?” Yin scowled as she slid off the bed carefully, “now stand up so I can finish the scan, you can put your mask back on but I still have to check the rest of you”

He sighed and put his mask back in place before unwillingly standing, she tugged his arm to pull him further from the bed so she could walk all the way around him and quickly went about her scan, checking his bones first, then switching back to the red mode. She lifted his left arm as she checked his side.

“Your heart is beating a little fast Kil, you okay?” She noted.

“His heart rate was fine before,” Mohawk mused, quirking an eyebrow at Killer, who scowled under his mask at the clear insinuation.

“I'm just pissed off, now hurry the fuck up and quit touching me,” he growled.

“Anddd mister grumpymask is back,” she smiled, “relax, I'm done. He's all clear, doc, fit as a fiddle”

“Good, thats everyone then,” Mohawk said as he made a few last notes and stood to start collecting the supplies he needed for Killer's cyst, “you can go, Yin, thank you for your help. It won't always be this much work, I promise”

“Its fine,” she replied, unlocking the door to leave, “this was fun, I was happy to help. See you two at dinner,” she sung as she left. Mohawk gave her a weak goodbye, and Killer remained quiet.

Dinner wasn't far off, in fact by the time Mohawk was done with Killer it was time to head to the dining hall. Everyone else was already there, and Killer quickly finished off the special recipe of slow cooked beef and beer stew that he'd been working on earlier, with several fresh loaves of sourdough he'd made earlier to go with it.

“Anything of importance to report from the annuals?” Kid asked Mohawk as he dipped his bread in the hearty stew.

“Just that your henchmen need to keep it in their pants if they can't learn to use a rubber,” Mohawk sighed.

“The usual then,” Kid laughed, “dirty cunts”

“Oi, Yin,” Wire interjected, “I've got a question for you”

“Hit me,” she replied with a smile, inhaling another mouthful of the delicious stew - Killer's cooking really was the best she'd ever had.

“How did you know anything about us or our reputation if you've been locked away for the last five years?” He asked in a serious tone. It felt like an integration, like he was about to crack open that everything she'd told them was a lie, “you knew who Heat and I were, you knew the Captain and Killer, you said you knew you'd fit in here. But you've been in a cell for the last five years, and we only got our first bounties a few years ago”

Eveyone else turned and stared at her, and Kid stopped eating entirely, mulling it over in his head and coming to the same realisation Wire had, that the dots didn't connect. “How did you know about us?” Kid was almost growling, it felt like a threat.

She sighed and put down her spoon, looking across the table at Killer's expressionless mask, like he could offer some sort of support. “You really want to know? You're not gonna like the answer”

“Answer the fucking question,” Kid said sternly, grinding his teeth.

“Okay, fuck, don't bite my fucking head off. I'd been with the commodore you found me with for most of my imprisonment, and I guess you could say he was a fan of yours,” she explained, careful to speak to Kid directly, so as not to incur any further wrath from him, “when you came on to the grandline he started getting a bit obsessed. Every time he came to… visit me… he would tell me about your crew, and the big promotion he was gonna get when he took you down. Which is ironic, in hindsight. Anyway at some point he started bringing in your bounty posters, the four of you, mostly Kid's, and he'd use them against me if I wasn't obediently letting him have his way with me. He'd say shit like ‘you're so lucky you have me here to protect you and make you feel so good’ and then he'd wave Kid's poster in my face and say ‘this cunt would rip your legs off just so he could fuck the bloody holes left behind, he'd rape you to death and then he'd keep going. His whole crew would rape your dead body till you were nothing but a pile of rotting bones’. Sometimes he'd leave the posters in the cell with me, to remind me of my place, so I got familiar with your faces. Of course I never believed that shit, it wasn't hard for me to see that the marines are the bad people in this world, I've seen pirates as the good guys for a long time now. The second Kid let me go the day you found me, I knew I was right and the commodore was full of shit. Not that I think there aren't pirates that rape, I just knew for sure that you guys didn't. Anyway, yeah. That's how.”

Kid was visibly angry, not at her but at the commodore, as he tore a huge chunk of bread from an untouched loaf and dipped it with a little too much force in to his stew, making liquid spill out around the edges of the bowl, “Fucker…” he said through a full mouth.

“I did say you wouldn't like it,” she grumbled, looking mournfully at her stew. She no longer had any appetite but forced herself to keep eating anyway. She didn't want to offend Killer by not finishing the food he'd made them.

“Sorry,” Wire said solemnly, “I shouldn't have pried”

“It's okay Wire,” she forced a smile for him, “I get it. I'm a stranger, you don't trust me, and things didn't add up. You were just protecting the crew. I hope you'll come to trust me, in time, like I'm trying my best to learn to trust all of you”

“Trust is hard earned,” Killer added plainly.

“You think I don't know that?” She almost yelled in clear annoyance. Heat spooked a little as she slammed a closed fist on the table, “You think its easy for me to be sitting here on a ship full of men when every man who has every touched me has raped me? You think I don't know how hard it is to learn to trust someone? Cut me some fucking slack, Killer”

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“I'm not very hungry anymore,” she said, frustrated and angry. She felt like she was being treated like the enemy, and she'd done nothing to deserve it. She'd been working hard every day to earn their trust, and she felt brushed off. “Sorry, the food was delicious Killer, I'm just… not hungry anymore”

“Leave the bowl, I'll finish it,” Kid told her. He grabbed her hand before she left, “you'll have our trust, Killer's is just a little harder to earn. You're doing good work here, just give it time. I hope I can earn your trust as well, as your Captain”

“Thanks, Kid,” she sighed as he let her hand go. She didn't say anything more, and they watched as she quickly disappeared out of the galley and the doors swung shut behind her.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

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thestonedwriter · 1 year ago

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His game

Daryl Dixon x. FemReader

Warnings: This story is 18+ has sexual content! Age gap, receiving(f), choking, kinda dark Daryl I mean he’s chasing you through the woods, begging, nicknames like (Sweetheart, darling)

This is the edited version!!

Here they were standing at the edge of the forest, staring off into the deep woods that could honestly have anything wondering around them, when he suddenly came up behind her, pulling her from her daze. "Remember, sweetheart, it's just a game. Say the word, and it all ends." He whispered against her hair, pressing himself against her as his hands began to wander around her body as if it were a work of art and nothing could compete with it.

"Just say 'Arrow' sweetness, and that's all you have to say, and the game ends." He groaned against her ear, and he grabbed her hips, pushing herself even more into him as she let out a breathless moan from the back of her throat. "So what's the word? He stated this as he ran his hands across her stomach, slowly getting higher as he went "Arrow." She replied, still looking forward into the woods with excitement building up inside of her "good girl." He spoke as he bit the outside of her ear, leaving small kisses on her neck that sent shivers down her spine until he got to her shoulder. Before moving back up to her ear, she said, "Run." He whispered, licking her ear before pushing her forward, "Ya got 3 minutes ta run before I start chasing ya" He said with a low growl, taking his crossbow off of his back, "GO!" He barked, causing her to start sprinting to the edge of the forest before quickly looking back and seeing a sadistic glint in his eyes.

7 minutes have passed, and she hasn't stopped running, taking different turns and directions, hoping not to run into him. He put the fear of God into her with how he carries himself around Alexandria, how his sexy, strong arms can pick up his crossbow, how his deep, raspy voice makes her panties wet every time she hears it, or how he's not afraid to do anything, like when he beat the living shit out of Nicholas his first month here. It always seemed to her that nothing ever scared the hunter, no matter what the situation was.

12 minutes passed, and she slowed down from running. She looked around her surroundings to see if she could see him. To her, it felt like an exotic game of cat and mouse, where Daryl was the cat and she was the mouse. She felt the excitement fill her hot core. "I know you're around; I got yer trail. ya can keep running, but ya can't sure as hell hide." She heard it from the far distance behind her, causing her to speed up and keep running forward until she found a big old hazelnut tree and pressed her back up against it. Scared is something she never really felt before until this moment; the fact she can't hide from the hunter scares her. She wishes he had offered her months ago to take her hunting and teach her how to track and cover up her tracks if she ever needed to, but she would have said yes, but she never thought it would have been useful until this moment.

30 minutes passed, and she still hasn't moved. She was scared but excited. That's how she's always felt when near him or talking to him. At first, she was nervous when she first saw him; he was new, sexy, buff, dirty, and mean, she thought, but she couldn't help but be drawn to him. The first time they were really around each other was the night of the party, but she didn't go; instead, she stayed home with her big brother Eric and his boyfriend Aaron, eating spaghetti, when Aaron looked out the window and said he was going to be right back.

A few minutes passed, and Aaron returned with a cleaned-up-looking Daryl. "Daryl, you know Eric, but this is his little sister, Y/N," Aaron said as he pulled out his seat beside Eric. "Only by what 7 years? I'm 22 now, I think, and you are what 29? 30?" She said it with a scoff, pointing her fork at the two. "Hey, we aren't that old yet," Aaron said, defending him, and Eric earned a small laugh from Daryl. "You can sit by Y/N Daryl and have some spaghetti; she doesn't bite," Eric said with a small laugh. "Not that he knows of," she said with a small scoff as Daryl looked at the seat, and then you went back to the seat before moving and taking a seat beside her just as she set a plate full of spaghetti down for him with a soft smile.

A whistling sound broke her out of her thoughts, causing her to quickly look around, only to see him off in the distance behind her. "Shit," she whispered to herself before starting to run to her left, where some big bushes lay for cover as she ran.

40 minutes passed like nothing with all this running she has been doing since the game started. She knows he is not that far behind her, and she knows he gets a thrill from this, but the bad thing is that so does she. The excitement of him chasing her, the thrill of what's to come once she's been caught—the thoughts alone were making her wet her panties even more than they already were.

"Hey, Y/N, go take this to Daryl for me." Eric said as he handed her a glass of iced water. It's been a few days since dinner, and Daryl has been coming over every day to fix a motorcycle Aaron gave him for his new job, and she's been enjoying the view of having him over every day working, the way his arms flex when he's working, or how he mumbles while he's too focused on working. "Sure!" she said with a big smile, grabbing the glass out of his hand before walking to the garage, only to see Daryl's back arms flexing under the bike, trying to fix it. She couldn't help but wonder off her mind. He looked godly; he's been the hottest man she's laid eyes on since this all began. His blue eyes, longish hair, his facial hair—everything about that man she found hot. She couldn't just imagine his hands on her throat while kissing her. but quickly snapped out of her daydream when he rolled from underneath the bike and leaned up. "I brought you some ice water. It's a really hot day, so," she said once again, smiling at him. He couldn't help but stare and not say a word to her. She was a goddess. her long hair, plump lips, and god, her chest She loved the way her chest looked big with perky looking tits, the way her nipples poked out through the tee-shirt she was wearing, and the way her thighs looked because of the shorts she was sporting on her. Her eyes were a sweet golden brown, but she quickly stood up and brushed his hands off his pants, grabbing the glass of water. "Thanks." His raspy but sexy voice said, "You're welcome." She said as a blush flourished across her complexion, she turned to leave but stopped. "And if you ever need anything, Daryl, im just inside, so don't be afraid to ask for something to eat or drink," she said softly as her eyes scanned him up and down as she bit her lip before turning and leaving him to himself as a frustrated groan left his lips and he looked down towards his manhood that was supporting his half-hard erection.

The game has been going on for a total of 50 minutes now. She's tired of running. She slumps against a tree, thinking of just letting him catch her at this point because her legs and feet are tired, and she's also thirsty. She hasn't run into any walkers, just one or two.

"You know better than this, Y/N." He barked out, getting annoyed with how long it took to get this close to getting her before she ran. "I can't run and hide forever, my love." He stated that the sound of his voice was getting closer and closer. trying to hold her breath, scared he could hear her heart beating out of her chest. "It's just a game, sweetheart." He spoke softly as she took off, running with him not too far after her.

She stopped dead in her tracks when an arrow hit the ground right in front of her. "You know what they say? You can run, but you can't hide." He said with a scoff as she turned around to face him, eyeing him up and down, but he looked different, sexier, and revealing his shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing off his amazing hard chest. But the most eye-catching thing was the trail of hair going down his flat stomach into his V-line that led inside his pants as he stood just a few feet away from her. Just the sight of him alone has her pushing her thighs together with need. Seeing that made him quickly drop his crossbow and make gentle strides until he was right in front of her. "It looks like it got someone a little needy," he said, grabbing the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair, and pulling her closer to his face, causing her to let out a small whine as he put his other hand on her hip, pulling her closer to him to feel his hard manhood against her pelvis as she let out a small moan with his action.

She doesn't remember how she ended up on the ground with him on top of her as he trailed small kisses from her jaw to her lips. His hands wandered around her body. He leans up and looks her in the eyes. "Just say the word, and it will end," he whispered, and he leaned down and kissed her neck as his hands found her waist and underneath her shirt, causing her to let out a course of moans as he started to suck on her neck as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, lacing her hand into his hair and pulling on it as he let out a small moan of his own, before pressing himself against her as he moved his head to face her once again. He looked into her eyes, then they slowly trailed down to her plump lips before looking back at her as she gave him a small nod.

That's all he needed before he smashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands farther up until his hands were under her breasts, kissing her with force as she opened her mouth for him. Hands touching each other like it will be the last time they will ever be touched, her left hand moved from his neck to his chest, feeling his chest as her right hand pulled his hair, causing a groan to leave his throat and into her mouth as they kissed as he quickly leaned up and removed his vest and shirt, leaving him in only his jeans. She leaned up and grabbed him by the back of his neck, kissing him again as he ripped her shirt off and threw it before pushing her back down onto the ground of the forest, leaving kisses down her neck to her chest. "Fuck." She breathes as she lets out a moan. Everything that he was doing was setting her on fire and leaving it a burning pit inside her core, filling it with need and want. The way his hands felt on her body, he took off her bra, leaving her chest exposed to him to do whatever he pleases. The sight alone was almost enough to make him go mad. He was harder than he ever was before. He was filled with excitement and lust for this woman, and he just wanted to fuck her like he's never fucked anyone before. "Ya like that, sweetheart," he said as a low groan left his mouth.

He slowly lowered his head to her breast and took one into his hand and one into his mouth as he bit her nipple. "Fuck, please, Daryl," she moaned in pleasure. He leaned up and pressed a kiss in between her breasts before looking at her. "Tell me what do ye want." He groaned as his hands trailed from her breast to her waist to the top of her jeans. "I want you, please, Daryl." She begged as she looked him in the eyes before he ripped her jeans off her legs along with her panties, leaving her completely bare for his eyes to see.

Trailing kisses from her stomach to right above her aching core, "Tell me, is this what ye want?" He growled while he slid his thumb over her clitoral area. "God yes!" She said that as she let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair, he finally slid his finger into her wet hole while keeping his thumb on her clit "So fucking wet for me, ain't you," he groaned as he let his hot breath hit her core, causing her to let out a breathy moan from the back of her throat. "Only for you," she said with a gasp as she bit her lip due to his warm breath on her core.

Daryl dipped his head down, leaving small kisses on her thighs as he ruthlessly started fucking his finger into her, causing her to buck her hips to his fingers. "Stop," he growled as he placed the arm he wasn't using over her stomach, pushing her back down before adding another finger to her wet cunt. "Fuck please, Daryl," she moaned, feeling waves of pleasure washing over her body and mind. "Please what?" He spoke, eyeing her soaking wet cunt with hunger as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. "Please fuck me," she groaned out, trying to catch her breath.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her cunt, putting one of them into his mouth and sucking all of her juice off it before putting the other one up to her plump lips. "Suck," he growled, pushing his finger into her mouth. He watched in astonishment as she sucked on his finger, cleaning it off. Making him harder than he already was.

He quickly removed his finger from her mouth, moving his hand to his belt and undoing it as fast as he could before pulling his pants down, exposing his hard erection, causing her to moan at the size and idea of him fucking her silly. "Like what ye see, sweetheart," he groaned as he palmed his erection, stroking it a few times. "God yes," she said as she leaned up on her elbows, watching him with wide eyes. Daryl slowly leaned down, catching her in another kiss as he slowly lined himself up to her soaking pussy as she let out a breathless moan into the kiss before he moved up and played with her clitoral area with the head of his dick. "ye want me to fuck ya dumb with my cock?" He groaned as he pulled away from her lips before attacking her neck with kisses and small bites. "Please, please fuck me dumb with your cock." She groaned in frustration, only to feel him put the head of his cock into her wet cunt. "Beg me to fuck ya. Beg me to touch ya." He asked against her neck before biting down, causing her to moan and look over and see he left a noticeable bite mark. "Please Fuck Me, Daryl." I don't think I can wait anymore." She pleaded with him with a lust-filled gaze that made him want to melt right there and fuck her till she couldn't walk any more.

With one quick thrust, he was buried inside of her, causing them both to let out moans filled with pleasure: "Fucking hell, Y/N, yer so fuckin tight." He groaned against her neck as he slowly began to pull out and then push back inside of her "faster." She said as she grabbed his hair to pull on it that he quickly pulled out and thrust back in her tight, warm cunt. "Fuck!" he growled as he continued thrusting in and out of her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me." She moaned, moving her hands to his back and grabbing on as he sped up his pace. Daryl quickly grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. "Faster, please go faster!" She yelped out as she moved her hips against him. "Yeah, ya like my cock fucking into ya" he growled as he moved one of his hands down to her neck. "Fuck yes, I love your cock fucking into me." She moaned, throwing her head back as he sped up, thrusting harder and faster.

This amount of pleasure was almost too overwhelming for her to handle as he continued to fuck into her as he moved his hand from her neck to the ground beside her head, leaving kisses and bite marks all along her skin. She felt as if she were on cloud 9. "Fuck Fuck Fuck!" she yelled as she felt herself reaching her peak as her walls tightened around him. When she then felt him smack her thigh, "You don't get to come till I say ye can," he growled into her ear, and he nipped at it with his teeth as he let out one of the biggest moans yet: "Fuck, please, I want to cum." She groaned, still feeling the pleasure build in her core and wanting to burst. "Not yet, sweetheart. Almost there," he said as he groaned into her neck.

She felt his thrusts get careless and faster. Chasing his release, "Fuck" He groaned as he pushed his head into her neck, biting down and causing her eyes to roll back and a breathless moan to erupt from her mouth. "Daryl, please, please, can I fucking cum?" She moaned as she tried to wiggle her hands from within his hold, only for him to tighten his grip.

As he moved his head up to her ear, licking and biting it, he let out a breath against her ear. "Cum for me," he growled carelessly, thrusting into her as fast as he could, feeling her walls tighten and then feeling her release all over his cock. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes," she moaned while her eyes rolled to the back of her head all while he continued fucking into her, feeling his release build up faster than it ever He quickly smashed his lips onto hers, ruthlessly making out with her as he finally lets himself go with a loud groan into her mouth as he fucks himself through his orgasm while shooting the ropes of his cum into her cunt before dropping beside her.

They both turn their heads, looking into each other's eyes, before breaking into smiles as he leans over and grabs her by the back of the neck, pulling her into a lazy kiss, to which she returns before breaking away from the kiss. "Mine," he growled. "Yours," she replied breathlessly while looking into his eyes with a fucked-out smile plastered on her face.

#daryl dixion imagine #norman reedus #the walking dead #daryl x female reader #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #twd smut

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If it's not too much to ask, can I get 19 and 25 with Tallahassee?

Control? What's that?

[A/N] So sorry this took so long.

Warnings: piv, unprotected sex, age gap, rough sex, public sex (if zombie's count), brief description zombie abuse (just put this in case idk), horny reader, hornier Tallahassee

Word count: 1550

Fandom: Zombieland

Pairing: Tallahassee x reader

When you first met him, you were 21 years old and incredibly horny. But you couldn’t believe that the one living man you had come across looked like that. He was so handsome. Plus he wore a cowboy hat. That was a bonus.

You had been on your own for what felt like an eternity. The world had gone mad, and you were left to fend for yourself in the midst of chaos. It was a lonely existence for a while, not once had you seen another living person since the beginning of it all. You began to question if you were somehow the only survivor.

At first, your survival had been nothing but dumb luck. You stumbled upon a vacant house with fully stocked pantries and a closet full of clothes. It was like a gift from the heavens.

However, as the months rolled by, you realized that relying on luck alone was not enough. You needed to develop some skills if you wanted to continue surviving in this new world. You began to teach yourself how to fend for yourself. You scavenged for food and learned how to purify water from streams and lakes. And most importantly, you learned how to defend yourself.

Your weapon of choice was a bow and arrow. It was a weapon your father had taught you how to use when you were younger. He had always been fascinated with archery and would often spend weekends at the range, teaching you how to shoot with precision. But it had been years since you last held a bow in your hands, and you never imagined that one day your knowledge would become a matter of life or death. On your travels, you found one, again more dumb luck and you began practicing with it.

You met Tallahassee in a store. You were frantically searching through the shelves, your eyes scanning for any sign of your favorite snack - Twinkies. It had been months since you had a taste of the delicious cream-filled treat, and you were desperate to find one.

Just as you were about to give up hope, you spotted a box of Twinkies tucked away in the corner. You quickly made your way over to grab it. But as you reached for the box, you noticed the packaging was torn. You looked closer at the box to reveal that the Twinkies were covered in rotting zombie flesh and blood. You felt a wave of anger wash over you.

You grabbed a baseball bat from the sports section and marched over to the first zombie you came across. It was growling and reaching out to you with its decaying arms, but you weren’t afraid. No, you were filled with so much rage that you swung the bat with all your might, hitting the zombie's head with the most satisfying crack you’d ever heard. You hit it, 2, 3, 4 more times.

You didn’t know that there was someone behind you, watching you take out your anger on the zombie. The first time Tallahassee saw you, his first thought was that he had never seen so much rage in such a small form.

Before you knew it, the two of you were on the road. You were in his car, travelling around the country, trying to find your favourite treat.

But pretty soon, Tallahassee became your favourite treat. One that you quickly got addicted to. You couldn’t get enough. If you weren’t trying to survive a zombie apocalypse, you’d be on him 24/7. You craved his touch, his lips, his rough hands on your skin.

It was never anything serious. Just two survivors using each other for pleasure. It was an unspoken arrangement, one that suited both of your needs in this new world. Until one night, everything changed.

You and your new group were at Pacific Playland. Little Rock found a Twinkie and passed it to Tallahassee and to your surprise, he broke it in half and gave some to you. You waste no time to put it on your tongue and you moaned at the taste you had missed so much. Little did you know that moan did a lot to Tallahassee.

He wiped a bit of cream filling from the corner of your mouth, and you playfully licked it off his finger. He pulled his finger away and before you knew what was happening, Tallahassee leaned in and kissed you. This kiss was different than any other the two of you had shared. Others were heated and desperate, driven by your mutual need to fuck each other. But this one was gentle and filled with something you never expected.

Love.

Tallahassee pulled away and looked into your eyes, his expression filled with tenderness and affection. You were taken aback, unsure of how to react. Love was something you never thought you would find. But here you were, feeling it with every beat of your heart.

You both stayed there in silence for a moment, processing what had just happened. Tallahassee was the first one to break the silence. “I...I didn't mean to do that,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

You reached out and took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. “It's okay,” you assured him. “I like it.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Tallahassee asks you, his rough thumbs stroking your cheeks. You blushed and looked down, feeling shy at his compliment. He lifts you head up to look at him, “I’m serious. You’re so beautiful. What are you doing with me?”

“I can’t say because there are little ears around,” you say with a smirk, but you look him up and down, eyes tracing his body, a body that you loved being under, licking your lips and you make it so obvious. You leaned over to his ear, lips touching the shell, "Take me home and I'll tell you," you gave him a little lick underneath his ear and walked away with an extra sway of your hips, knowing damn well he was staring at your ass.

Now 5 years later, you were still completely horny for your man, but you were in better control of it. Tallahassee on the other hand, still had a wild and untameable hunger for you, never wanting to keep his hands off of you, no matter where you were. And that is what got you in the position you were in right now. Trapped in a room with a horde of zombies outside.

You were on a supply run but Tallahassee couldn't help but notice the way you moved. The way your hips swayed as you walked, the way your hair bounced on your shoulders. He couldn't help but think of all the dirty thoughts that went through his mind whenever he saw you.

He was desperate. He wanted you. Sure you two hand sex every day but because of your other housemates, you have to be quiet. Tallahassee hated that. He loved to hear you.

As soon as that door shut, his hands were on you. Hungrily roaming over your body. You couldn't help but let out a gasp as Tallahassee pressed you up against the wall, his breath hot against your neck.

“Tally, what are you doing?”

“I need to feel you, Darlin’”

“Tal, not here. Besides, we had sex this morning. Can’t you wait until we get ba-?” your words are replaced by a moan when he presses his erection against your clothed core and started grinding against you.

He groans, “That’s why I can’t wait. I need to hear you. I never get to hear you,” his lips near your ear, “I want to hear you scream my name,”

You already knew you were soaked. The man in front of you only had to merely touch you and that was it, they were ruined.

“Please, Darlin’” he pleaded, his hips never stalling, “Please scream for your cowboy,”

You were gonna regret this weren’t you?

“Make it quick,”

He wasted no time. He dragged you away from the wall and towards a table. He pushed you face down over it and pushed your legs apart. You could feel your heart beating rapidly against the wood. He hastily pulled down his pants and positioned himself behind you, entering you roughly and without any hesitation. You let out a loud moan, your hands gripping the edges of the table. You could feel the table beneath you creak with the intensity of his thrusts.

But just as things started to heat up, a loud crash from outside the door snapped you both out of your trance. The sound of growling and shuffling feet filled the air.

The thing about where you were. It only had one door. Anger bubbled slightly within you as you realised you were trapped. You were angry at Tallahassee. You were angry with yourself for not having as much control as you thought you did. But you were mostly angry with Tallahassee.

“You got us into this, you get us out,” you told him angrily.

He laughed. He was fucking laughing right now.

“You're cute when you're angry,” he said, smirking.

“Cute? I'll show you cute when I use you as a distraction for those zombies,” you retorted.

#reader insert #female reader #tallahassee x reader #zombieland fanfiction #zombieland x reader #Tallahassee x you

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kindredtarot · 2 years ago

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❛❛What you need to balance right now?❜❜

› ♡˖°꒰ Pick a pile

✦; Pile : 1 ˎˊ˗❞

6 of swords, 10 of pentacles, 7 of stones, queen of arrows, 2 of cups.

“I'm just really fuckin' selfish and really fuckin' lost. But someone loved me, someone fucking loved me. Someone fucking loved me and I fuckin' loved them too. Goddamn it, I was worth something, I fuckin' learned something. I had my cake (I ate it, it ate me too and, God, no)” — Feel Better by Penelope Scott

You need to balance your timely actions and patience. It looks like you are transitioning to a new stage in your life because you want to advance and achieve what you want. Are you choosing to leave behind old relationships? Probably a hard decision emotionally, but something you felt you had to do to protect yourself. “Can’t heal in the same environment that wounds me”. You want stability, finally. Maybe you want it before but insisted to try having it with people that wouldn’t give it to you. But now you are making steps towards it, starting with the choice to move on. You want to have a stable foundation financially and/or with your family, a place that you can actually call home and mot having to worry about having to protect yourself and your feelings 24/7. And you can get it, you just need to have patience with your healing journey.

You are going in the right direction. I know leaving people that you really cared about hurts and it might take some months or a year, but continue to take care of yourself, physically, emotionally, and mentally. It’s okay to let your mind remember and miss past moments sometimes, and to cry your heart out. Blocking those things would just make it harder in the long run, and you might already know that deep down. Resting and not doing nothing doesn’t mean your are giving up, take your time to get ready to continue towards what you want. Taking care of yourself will clear your mind and would help you communicate better and making better decisions towards your relationships with others and your possessions/money. I can see your relationships improving, with yourself and others, actual soul-touching connections. Maybe you always wanted a soul family, a group of friends that were like family or a healthy family life, whatever it was, I can see this area of your life improving and beautifully too. Just take priority and improve your relationship with yourself first and foremost, so you are ready with strong boundaries and understanding of what you truly want to start deep connections with others too.

✦; Pile : 2 ˎˊ˗❞

page of wands, 3 of pentacles, death, the tower, queen of pentacles, 3 of wands in reverse.

“Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, they got lucky", the craftsmanship of their bones, their brain, and their body. When I look into the mirror for too long it hurts, they don't track how many steps it takes to burn off dessert. Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, they got lucky". I'll let 'em take accountability. For everything that's wrong with me. Can't hold myself responsible. So I'll blame the metaphysical. If Jesus died for all our sins. He left one behind, the body I'm in. Same hands that made the moon and the stars. Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts” — God must hate me by Catie Turner

You need to balance how you view others vs yourself. You might put people in a pedestal and put yourself down unconsciously. You seem to be someone with so many ideas and plans, wild imagination! (You might be an artist). Someone that sees the “impossible” and is sure it could become possible! A really exciting and active person, whether that’s physically or mentally. You might like working in group or just admire people. They seems really interesting, so many new perspective. And they are talented too, in their own way. Maybe your achievements don’t seem as valuable to you just because you are admiring other people that seem to just have everything else you want. You have a lot too, in your life you were resilient. You sometimes might think you are giving up too easily but you are resilient. You are still going, aren’t you? Still trying or planning to get better and get to your goals. Don’t forget to look back to your past to realize how far you’ve come, how much you had learned. Just because all the things you had achieve aren’t as visible to others like what you see outside of yourself, doesn’t mean they don’t exist or are less.

Others seems so cool to you, and forget you are cool too. Do you have a lot of unfinished projects? So many ideas but maybe don’t fully follow through with them. And others seem to have their shit together already, finishing what they started. Instead of discouraging yourself, try observing the things you admire from those people and take what could help you keep going. Maybe you have problems with planning your projects or stay stuck on just planning instead of actually starting them. This unbalance in your views of others and yourself has to “die” to start building something better that would work for you. It won’t be easy to fix something that got stuck so deep in your subconscious but it is possible! It would make you feel really frustrated or confuse at the start, because a lot of beliefs that you had would be breaking and making you rethinks them and what you are doing with your actions. And that’s okay! Because you would understand yourself better and see you for who you truly are. A really cool creative person. You would nourishing more your creative mind, projects, and collaborations with people. You would start to work as a team, truly this time, because you would finally see yourself just as valuable as those who you admire are. And you would also go through your projects, because you would commit to them now. I can see you caring so much more about your projects in a practical way, and growing success and financial stability because of it. You might have setbacks after committing with your projects because you don’t really know how to advance with them, but those setbacks are gonna be temporary, so have patience with yourself. Every mistakes teaches a lesson, remember them for any future obstacle. And remember to ask for help when you need it too!

✦; Pile : 3 ˎˊ˗❞

5 of swords, ace of wands, 4 of cups, ace of pentacles, 10 of swords.

“Spider-boy, king of thieves. Weave your little webs of opacity. My pennies made your crown. Trick me once, trick me twice. Don't you know that cash ain't the only price? It's coming back around. And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean. 'Cause karma is my boyfriend. Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend. Karma's a relaxing thought. Aren't you envious that for you it's not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me. Flexing like a goddamn acrobat. Me and karma vibe like that” — Karma by Taylor Swift

You need to balance your thoughts, desires, and actions. You have to stop acting with your ego. Stop playing with your luck… I feel like you could have so many things but you might be impulsive and make moves that you know you shouldn’t be doing because they aren’t planned or because it might be tripping someone else and not even getting you nothing valuable at the end of it. You might be a little stubborn about this, maybe prefer not to follow “rules” or are scare of doing so because you think it might not work for you? Instead of making risky decision that barely give you anything or sometimes nothing at all. Try taking your time planning and making decision that even if they succeed or not, they would still level you up.

You have so much potential and a vision as well. But you can’t just go about it without planning nothing at all! Like trying to make a spark into a fire. You need to blow towards the spark correctly, if you don’t, you lose it and you don’t get the fire. And then your motivation is left on the cold. I understand the frustration, but don’t forget about what you have already. You can try to create a fire in the first place because you have the materials already. And you might receive a lot of opportunities that could help you but you don’t take them seriously because they aren’t up to your expectations or because you rush into them without thinking in what ways they could be helpful to you. Whatever it is, you are self sabotaging. You could help yourself up towards what you wants or you could destroy everything on your way. You actions are part of you, so think them through. You are constantly stabbing yourself with fear. Getting overwhelm and falling from exhaustion. Remember, the only thing that you can control is your actions and reactions. So don’t give power to fear and anxiety. Once you release that, you can hold your own power yourself and utilize it to make the right decisions. On choosing what you want, how you want it and how you are going to get it.

Don’t be scare of your potential and stop unleashing your decisions on others. karma might comeback later on to bite you in the back, but play your cards right and it could be your biggest helper! Just keep going and focus on doing better.

#pick a pile #pick a card #tarot reading #intuitive readings #spirituality #channeled reading #channeled message #pac #tarot community #free tarot

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There are Holocaust-deniers, who claim that accounts of the Nazi genocide are all a hoax. There are October 7 deniers, who say that Hamas did not commit any atrocities during its 2023 invasion. Now it seems that a new type of denier is emerging—the Bibas deniers.

Killers and their cheerleaders hope to obscure their crimes in a mass of impersonal statistics. It’s hard for the public to identify with millions of victims. But focusing on one or two individuals, with names and faces, dramatizes their suffering in a real and immediate way. That’s why the story of Anne Frank is so compelling. And that’s why the murders of four year-old Ariel Bibas and his nine month-old brother, Kfir, by Palestinian Arab terrorists has become such a problem for Israel’s enemies.

“Anne Frank’s baby brothers,” as the human rights scholar Thane Rosenbaum has aptly described them, are no longer part of an anonymous body count. The brutal murder of the two little boys in Gaza has come to symbolize the horrors of October 7 the same way the story of the young girl hiding in an attic in Amsterdam has come symbolize the Holocaust.

Haters of Israel understand that publicizing the truth about the Bibas murders generates sympathy for Israel and undermines the Palestinian Arab cause. That’s why they are trying to deny, or at least minimize, the Bibas killings.

The denial campaign is being led by Hamas itself—at least in its statements to the outside world. Hamas spokesman claim the boys were killed in an Israeli air strike. Israeli forensic experts who examined the children’s bodies found that in fact they were murdered with the terrorists’ bare hands. Afterwards the bodies were mutilated in a transparent attempt to disguise what had been done.

Who to believe? On the one hand, there are medical professionals who were trained in respected educational institutions. On the other hand, there is an international terrorist group that calls the Holocaust a hoax and claims The Protocols of the Elders of Zion is genuine. The Protocols is actually quoted in the Hamas charter, a fact which illustrates Hamas’s fealty to the truth.

For the emerging class of Bibas Deniers, the truth doesn’t matter. All that matters is how to absolve the killers and harm Israel.

The French politician and European Parliament member Rina Hassan tweeted that the Bibas children actually were killed by the Israelis. She reiterated that claim in a radio interview, in which she added that “Hamas has a legitimate cause.”

Omar Dajani, a law professor at the University of the Pacific, in California, recently retweeted a message asserting it is “unclear” whether Israel or Hamas killed the Bibas children. That’s like saying it is “unclear” whether the Nazis killed Jews, or they died from other causes.

Another way to help Hamas escape responsibility is the “everybody does it” approach. Zaid Tyam, who is stationed in The Hague as the representative of Fatah, the Palestinian Authority’s ruling faction, said on Egyptian television’s last week that Israel is in no position to accuse Hamas of abusing hostages such as the Bibas children, because Israel itself has “abused” the families of imprisoned terrorists by not releasing them sooner.

Meanwhile, Whoopi Goldberg, co-host of ABC Television’s The View, disrupted comments by one of her colleagues about the Bibas children. Goldberg asserted that while many people say “Hamas is the bad guy,” that is not the whole story. “But what happened to Russia?,” Goldberg asked. “Is Russia not bad with all they’ve been doing?”

Challenged by her co-hosts, Goldberg continued: “My point is, when do we stop saying it’s these folks or these folks?…This is what the enemy does to children. This is what the enemy does to children in Africa. This is what the enemy does to children all over the world because they’re the enemy….What’s happening, y’all?”

Others have different ways of trying to distract attention from the Bibas children. At the University of Michigan, students painted a large boulder in orange with the names of Ariel, Kfir, and their mother, Shiri. Pro-Hamas vandals promptly used spray paint to cover their names with the words “Free Palestine” and Hamas symbols.

Ironically, many average Gazans are not denying the Bibas murders—they’ve been celebrating them. Hamas held a public ceremony in the town of Khan Yunis, at which the Bibas children’s little coffins were displayed, just before they were handed over to Israel (in exchange for the release of killers of other Israeli children). Large, joyous crowds gathered at the scene. Families relaxed on lawn chairs, played music and sang songs. Sweets were distributed, hookah pipes were puffed. Fathers lifted their children for a better view of the coffins, in a scene eerily reminiscent of the crowds that cheered the lynchings of African-Americans in the old South.

Like Holocaust deniers, the Bibas deniers come in different varieties but they are all part of the same team: the killers, the cheerleaders, the deniers, the minimizers—they all share the same agenda: to hurt the Jews.

The appropriate way to deal with Bibas deniers is the same way decent people deal with Holocaust deniers: ostracize them. The Constitution protects their right to engage in hate speech. But it does not obligate anybody to offer them platforms.

#antisemitism #jumblr #frumblr #bibas family #bibas boys #shiri bibas #ariel bibas #kfir bibas #hamas war crimes

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nimata-beroya · 1 year ago

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20 Questions For Writers

This was sitting on my notifs for a few days and i finally took the time to do it. Thank my darling @takadasaiko for the tag!! 💕💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 88 works in total, 31 of which are for Star Wars.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

574,873 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I'm only writing for Star Wars. But I used to write for Arrow and Supergirl, and ASoIAF, Dark-Hunters and Chronicles of Nick are in standby. I'm waiting for right motivation to come back to any of the last 3.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm only talking about Star Wars fics here...

Kadala (The Mandalorian) [and 4th place in most kudos of all my works]

Rough Awakening (The Bad Batch) [and 5th place in most kudos of all my works]

Welcome to Yavin IV (Rebels)

An Explosive Situation (Rebels)

Rescue on Ryloth (The Bad Batch)

And the the rest of my all-time fics with most kudos are

Take Your Breath Away (Arrow)

Undisclosed Desires (Arrow)

Made For You (ASoIaF/Game of Thrones)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best, but sometimes I forget, and then it's been weeks and months since I got the comments that I'm embarrassed to reply them after so long. Even though, I think it's important that a writer let the reader/commenter that they appreciate it, even if it's with a simple "thank you" or an emoji. I know I'm being a hypocrite here since I fail to do what I preach, but it doesn't make it less true.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that would be Drifting, because it's kind of open ending, left to be interpreted, so it could end however the reader wants. Although, I left an author's note at the end saying what's my preferred ending, which always will be inclined to the happy side.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

High Above the Ground because is the happy ending i want for Commander Fox and Riyo Chuchi. They deserve only the best!

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

No, not really. I've gotten only 1 stupid message of someone criticizing a fic, but that was years ago when I still posted on FF dot net. The joke was on the reader because I moderated all the comments there so I just deleted it and nobody saw it but me. Honestly, I just laughed about it cuz their argument was just stupid.

9. Do you write smut?

I do, all kinds -from the most tame thing to the most perverted. But I used to wrote way more in my old fandoms, especially for Arrow. I think for Star Wars I've written just 1 or 2 smutty fics, and tamed at that.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've tried a couple of occasions but never finished them. I'm not opposed to them obviously, but I do think the combination of fandoms has to be just right to work. Or at least, when it's me doing the writing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! Many, many years ago in the first fandom I ever wrote for. It was awful and hated it! You see, this was in the stone age of the internet when fandom specific sites abounded and not everyone had an account on FFnet yet (and Ao3 was not even a dream). The site I published on was split in 2 sections because the ships war in the fandom was bloody and ruthless, so to avoid the slaughter, I kept myself in my preferred side. But one day, a friend who read fic on both sides told me that someone stole my fics. Avoiding to get caught, the person who did it published them under a pen name that was almost exact to mine, she only added a period at the end, which could easily go unnoticed. Oh, and she interchanged characters names so it'd fit the other ship.

At first, my friend thought I had posted them but she knew I'd never write for that ship, like ever. In the end, it turned out that I wasn't the only one who had being plagiarized. Several people ON BOTH SIDES were. Thankfully, the person was caught and banned, but we almost burned the site down because of the whole shitshow.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

By me, yes, several. All into Spanish (my mother tongue). By others, not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! A couple of times for different fandoms, and I loved it. I hope I'll do it again. The thing is that you need to find the right partner for it, or it can be a nightmare.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't appreciate this question, let me tell you. It's hard to choose. But I think I have to go with Olicity. I love them still (even if the show ending ruined it for me). Close second would be Braime (and I'm glad that there's still hope for them on the books, because as usual the show fucked them so but sooooo bad)

And as Star Wars specific, I don't think anyone will be surprised if I say it's Kalluzeb, right 🤣 They're my babies and I adore them!

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Anything for Arrow or Supergirl. I sworn off those fandoms after their respectively awful endings.

No promises, but there's still hope for all if my unfinished works for Star Wars 😅

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Coming up with ideas. So, so many ideas. All the time and I want to write them all.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Finishing writing the above-mentioned ideas. I tend to splay myself too much when I'm writing, and it takes me forever to get to the portion I really want to write (usually the idea that sparked the whole writing process) and I lose steam. That's why I have so many unfinished WIPs. I wish they'd write themselves.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It's ok if used sparingly. A word here, a phrase over there is fine, but if a wall of dialogue that the reader needs to scroll down to the notes or click on a tooltip to find out the meaning it's the worst!!! A better solution for a writer that really needs/wants to have a whole conversation in another language for plot reasons or whatever, then all they need to do is to say once that the characters are talking in the other language and put the dialogue in the same language they've been writing the rest of the narrative and in italic.

The characters who don't speak the language won't understand what's being said, but the reader will and their reading will be more pleasant and fluid.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

An Argentinian show called Floricienta. A modern retelling of Cinderella.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I don't like this question either! All my fics are my babies! How do you want me to choose?!! There are so many I'm proud of. I guess I'll point the most recent one: Feed Me Poison, Fill me till I Drown I really like how this story is coming along. It's not done yet (what else is new? 😅) but what's coming is so so good!

Tagging (no pressure): @renee561 @thecoffeelorian @genericficerblog @airlockfailure @mistr3ssquickly @insertmeaningfulusername @fanfictasia

#20 asks for writers #ask game #the mandalorian #the bad batch #sw rebels #kalluzeb #braime #foxiyo #mare writes star wars #and other things #olicity #long post

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ohplagg · 2 years ago

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I Love Yoo Timeline Part 1/4

The Evidence Part 1

This is part 1 of 4 of my I Love Yoo Timeline as of Episode 241.

Part 1 and 2 consists of laying out all the detailed evidence with descriptions, screenshots and episode number.

Part 3 consists of explaining the evidence, connecting the dates and some math because the I Love Yoo universe (or as I like to call it, Yooniverse) uses letters instead of numbers to represent official years.

Part 4 is the I Love Yoo Timeline.

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Seeing Nessa alive in Kousuke's flashback of his highschool graduation day made me question everything I though I knew about the timeline so I have read, reread, and re-reread this webtoon; I've researched old reddit and tumblr posts, Quimchee's old Curious Cat answers, the wiki, and so much more.

(Just in case someone is worried, all information presented is free and publicly available. I was told that in Quimchee's patreon I could possibly find more exact information but I decided against looking there since I wouldn't be able to share my findings outside of patreon and my goal is for everyone who is a fan of I Love Yoo to be able to see this mega post.)

Because of the huge ammount of information I've decided to split my original post in 4 different parts so it's easier for everyone (including myself) to come back and find the information without having to endlessly scroll.

I encourage you all to go read/reread I Love Yoo with the new information you learn with this timeline in mind because oohhh boy does the story hit different. (Also take that opportunity to like all the episodes to support Quimchee!)

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Turns out there's a lot of information in a 7+ year old, 240+ episode long webtoon; who would have though? Not me!

Anyways, there's so much information scattered all over the place and everything is so connected to everything that it was hard to organize it.

The evidence and information is in ' Whatever Order I Remembered It' order , but even so I tried my best to keep it organized by categories.

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Episode 222 News articles

Here we got a lot of information in the presentation of news articles. So I'll keep this information as it's own category.

Let's read them up close.

Let's start with "Randulph Hannesson appointed as temporary Chairman of Hirahara Corp"

In it, it states how in March 27, 20WZ Rand gets appointed as temporary Chairman of the Board. At the same time, according to the public, he is "seeing" (dating?) Yui. Before becoming temporary Chairman of the Board (which we know he became permanent) he was CFO of Hirahara Corp. And before that he "founded a successful finance firm, Hannsesson Finance, which Hirahara Corp. has since acquired."

Now let's focus on the newspaper that's right under. In it, it talks about how an ilegal immigrant woman was found dead (assumed to be suicide) and her son is no where to be found. All arrows point to this woman being Nessa, Nol's mom.

It doesn't have a title but it does have a date. Newspapers normally publish these type of news the following morning from which the news happened meaning that Nessa died December 21st, 20XP

No wonder Nol hates his birthday week.

On the US Asia Daily Herald newspaper, "Chairman of Investment Giant Hirahara Corp to Step Down." When Rand was still CFO he was one of the witnesses that helped Young-Chul Kim be held accountable for all the SA he did. So that's where Nol got his sense of respecting and standing up for women. And that this happend in Octobre 31st, 20WY

Not really adding information to the timeline but just in case someone doesn't know, Yu-Jing has the police department interview transcripts for Nessa's death investigation

Lastly we have "Prestigious Prep School Closes SA Investiagtion With No Charges Filed" where it states that on March 20XW the 16-month long investigation of 50 years of SA with over 100 cases was basically dismissed.

Right before Nol was sent to the mental facility

Episode 150

Episode 150 starts with a flashback right after the brother incident where Nol is getting locked up in the mental facility ambulance. (This is confirmed in episode 210 because the dialogue matches up with the one in Kousuke's flashback)

And right after the flashback we get this news article that Yu-Jing has. "Troubled Child, Aftermath of the Hirahara Extra Marrital Affair."

So now we know that the brother incident that got Nol into the mental facility happened 1 year after the supposed marriage reconciliation between Yui and Rand.

Episode 210

We see a glimpse of the immediate aftermath of the incident.

It happened at night while raining.

Kousuke doesn't know what happened.

Yui's hand is bruised.

Nol is taken directly to the "Hirahara Mental Health Institute"

I'm very proud of my following discovery

The trees have no leaves.

Why is leafless trees so important and why am I so proud of my finding? Because trees lose their leaves during the Fall and by Winter they are completely leafless. This whole scene has all trees leafless meaning that it's winter. But hold on, it can't be winter winter because it's raining and not snowing. Bingo. It's early winter. And winter starts December 21st.

Episode 239

The pain I felt reading this after I figured out when in the timeline this happens.. my heart hurts.

This is the brother incident (at least the start of it).

Nol had no prior connection/relationship to the Hirahara's before this (he used the address on the letter's Rand send his mother to find them)

Nol went to Kousuke's house because he needs help, because he has no where else to go because his mother is gone.

If you're having a hard time keeping up, all this basically means the night Nessa died Nol went to look for Rand and his other family for help which is also the same night the brother incident happened which got Nol locked up in the Mental Facility which is why in both news articles Nol's whereabouts are unknown, because he was immediately taken away. (and all of this happened on his birthday :D).

After Nol got out of the mental facility

Episode 99

Nol presents himself using the name Yeong-gi.

Dieter and Nol met on the summer right before their first year of highschool.

Dieter met Nol before Soushi did.

At this moment in time it's been 5 years since Nol last saw his mom.

Episode 157

Nol was trying to befriend Soushi at the same time Kousuke was still in college.

Episode 155

Nol got out of the Mental Facility "roughly 6 years ago"

Nol spent "almost 2 years" inside the mental facility.

Kousuke mentions that the Yeong-gi name was something he started using after he came out of the Mental facility.

Episode 205

A while after Nol got out of the mental facility, Nana arrived.

"Until recently, I've been by myself."

Episode 129

Nana and Yui met for the first time after 5 years

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This is just part 1 of 4. Go keep reading:

Part 2: The Evidence Part 2

Part 3: Math and connecting the dots

Part 4: The Timeline

#i love yoo #i love yoo webtoon #quimchee #shin ae yoo #kousuke hirahara #nol hirahara #yeong gi hirahara #yui hirahara #nolan lochlainn #rand hirahara #ilyoo #webtoon #i love yoo timeline

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orderofthelosers · 2 years ago

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My first post and it's cringy Minecraft: Story Mode headcanons. Give a round of applause for me, folks.

The Ocelots (Minecraft: Story Mode) headcanons.

A lot of these are pre-witherstorm !!

{Lukas}

• Autistic.

• Loves big blankets. Quilts, comforters, etc. If it's not puffy, he doesn't want it.

• Feeds stray animals. He buys extra cat/dog food and saves table scraps to give them.

• He hangs out with Jesse sometimes but he mostly sticks with the ocelots.

• Very extreme speed-walker. He's walks super fast 24/7 for no reason.

• Buys random little contraptions. Like those water toys where you flip it upside down and the droplets slide down the platforms.

• Him and Ivor gossip.

• Loves when people show interest in what he's talking about. He'll sit and explain something for hours upon hours to someone if they ask him too.

• He hand-made the matching jackets.

{Aiden}

• Dyslexic.

• He snores a lot. The volume varies, but he's usually a little hard to sleep next to.

• Perfers black cats over ocelots but will never tell Lukas.

• Acts like he's the coolest person ever but he's actually pretty lame. (affectionate)

• He has like 20 middle names, so it takes him like a solid 5 minutes to write down his full legal name.

• He had a fairly bad childhood and makes jokes about it all the time.

• Despite them being extremely deadly, Aiden unironically loves hostile mobs. He tries to pet spiders all the time, makes attempts to give zombies fists bumps when they have their arms out, hands blocks to enderman, dodges the arrows when he gets shot at by skeletons and pretends their "playing," ect.

• Got very heavily bullied as a kid and he projected that onto Jesse, Axel, and Olivia.

• Has a pet turtle

{Maya}

• Colorblind. (blue and green specifically)

•Absolutely obsessed with horror movies that it's almost concerning.

• She genuinely hates mint so so much. Doesn't matter if it's smell or taste, she is a full-fledged hater of mint.

• She has the opening skills of 3 month old. She can't open baby gates, she can't open child locks, she can't open jars or bottles,,,,,, actually nothing.

• She's a jerk to basically everyone, not just Jesse, Olivia, and Axel. She cools it down a bit when she's with The Ocelots, but they're still a target for insults. They love her, though.

• She pulls all-nighters 24/7. She literally never gets tired but she has massive fucking eyebags.

• She hates all of Jesse's friends but she loves Reuben. She'll never admit it, though.

• Both reread and rewatched Matilda all the time when she was younger. She still does sometimes for nostalgia purposes.

{Gill}

• Has Adhd.

• Very stupid. (affectionate)

• He has a little sister and he used to get in trouble all the time for purposely teaching her curse words.

• His birthday is the same day as Endercon, which is both a blessing and a curse because he gets to celebrate his birthday at Endercon every year, but the witherstorm was also created on his birthday, so he basically got traumatized for life on his birthday.

• He could honestly care less about Jesse, he just makes fun of him because Aiden and Maya do and he picked it up from them.

• Very good listener. Someone could ramble to him for hours and he'd listen and show interest the whole time.

• Collects Beanie Babies.

• He needs noise to sleep. A fan, the TV, anything.

• He's an extremely slow walker and is always struggling to catch up to people.

{More than one}

• Aiden and Maya have a sister/brother relationship despite not being related in the slightest.

• Gill gets worms off the ground after it rains and gives them to Aiden for his turtle.

• Maya tries to make Gill pull all-nighters with her sometimes but he always falls asleep at like 11pm.

• Maya made fun of Aiden for how many middle names he has once and he pushed her off a bridge. Never again did she make fun of his name.

• Gill and Aiden stay over at Lukas’s house all the time to make pillow forts and binge watch cartoons. Maya refuses to participate because she thinks pillow forts and cartoons are cringy and childish. (shame on you, Maya)

I will take absolutely no Maya, Gill, or Aiden hate. They are all my children, my cutie patooties.

Also, if anyone with artistic skill happens to see this lost and draws one of these (very unlikely) pls pls pls tag me in it ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#mcsm aiden #mcsm maya #the ocelots mcsm #mcsm gill #mcsm lukas #the ocelots #headcanon #headcanons #minecraft story mode #minecraft story mode headcanons #first post #please tell me if i did anything wrong

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