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you're holding yourself back i can tell
and it's not fair at all, is it? how can i go on with my life when i don't see all of you, all your desires. so please stop worrying about my wellbeing, because i'll be eternally happy once we both get lost in insanity :3
little does he know i have all his socials in check
just in case :3
my love for you is a prayer
I feel like i have an unhealthy love of the topgun movies. Watching something 6 times isn't ok. But anyway i love Icemav so much it hurts
Man... I just want a fanfic about a simple thing without Danny getting dissected and haas his organs removed over and over again but I guess its because I came from Wattpad :'DD
Kinda wanna read a fanfic about Danny getting weirded out by the JL who always seemed to spy and stalk him each time he goes Phantom just cuz the JL wanna help the little boy to rest in peace not knowing that his obsession can never be fulfilled since Danny's obsession would be to protect everyone who needs saving
John Doe headcanons
⬆️ That fella up there
(Canon: Bisexual, Fluid-Nonbinary, 20-40, 'Regular Guy' is his species, always messy hair, hair can move on its own, pupils expand when excited, tongue is a cute heart shape, too many teeth, his teeth aren't dirty, just naturally yellow, scars aren't because he's 'sad', doesn't know how to wear his jacket right, 112 pounds, 4 fingers on each hand, three toes on each foot, 5'8, tongue is very long, naturally black nails, shirt changes every time you look at him, has eyelids and chooses when he blinks, body has a clay-like texture, he doesn't have any organs but can for them if he or you chooses, and he has a hard time closing his, mouth fully.) All of that is canon, and I'm referencing the canon ref sheet from the actual creator of the game. You can find it on the John Doe Wiki. <3
He can't seem to get the hang of technology. No matter how many times you explain what to press and click and download, he didn't seem to be interested. Not until he found out that he could contact you through it, that is.
He immediately tried to understand it after finding out he could talk to you while you were away, instead of following you to work. That's not going to stop anytime soon, though. He just can't handle you being away!
Purrs, kind of. Like if he's happy or something, or just feels positive in general. Curls up when he sleeps, always in the fetal position when he sleeps, as weird and uncomfortable as it may seem.
He likes animals but won't get any because he feelsit'll take some attention off of him, and we can't have that, can we? No. Prefers animals like rats and snakes because they fascinate him. Doesn't understand their 'workings' as he says.
Doesn't need to blink. He doesn't have the need to wet his eyes, considering that they're for show. Sleeping, as well. Doesn't feel the need to sleep, but he learned how, in his own way. It's not sleeping, exactly. It's more of a state of tranquility and peace. The first time you fell asleep, he thought you died, never having seen a being sleep. He understands now, though, so it's all right.
His hair is very weird. Sometimes it's soft, fluffy, and sometimes stiff and matted. He sheds a lot. It doesn't matter what he's done or is doing, his hair gets everywhere. He's not allowed near the food when you're cooking, because you don't want hair for dinner. He says it adds flavor, seeing it as a way to be closer to one another.
Likes piercings. He enjoys the thought of having needles go through his skin to add element to his body, but not vice versa. Refuses to think about you getting hurt, even if you assure him it's fine. Will not allow anyone, including yourself, to hurt you.
Likes fire. It makes his clay-like skin hardened, rather than how doughy it usually feels. Unlike fire, he hates water. Makes him all gooey and slimy, and he doesn't like that. Wants to feel solid-it's better for hugs.
Speaking of hugs, he is practically attached at the hip. Always has some part of him on you and vice versa. Whether it be holding hands, a finger through your belt loop, or just a hand in your back pocket, he's content. If physical touch isn't your thing, then he'll tell you how much he adores you. You don't like words of affirmation? No problem! He'll do anything you need him to! Feel bad for him doing so much? Spend some time together! Whether it be watching a movie, cuddling, cooking (even though he sheds and doesn't know how to cook in the slightest), or even just being around each other, doing your own things. Need your space? Don't have to tell him twice! He'll get you some gifts. You said you wanted something three years ago? Done. Any physical item or thing he can provide to you will be provided. Long story short, he'll do whatever you want.
Wears a lot of different types of clothes. Skirts, pants, crop tops, shorts, whatever. One thing he doesn't love is jeans. He'll wear them, but he prefers sweats or skirts. Can't deal with the feeling of scratchy clothes. Will literally chew them up and throw them away. Speaking of clothes, he steals yours. Especially if they're dirty or need to be washed. Wears them until you take them for the wash. Gets sad when you take them.
His voice cracks occasionally, and he gets so upset about it. Will take a deep 'breath', or the closest thing he does to breathing, and says the sentence again. He doesn't like when it happens and stops talking until you force him if it happens a lot that day.
The first time that you told him you loved him, he wanted to cry, even though he can't and doesn't fully understand why people do it in the first place. "Why are you crying?" he asked, squinting. "Because you're suffocating me!" you wheezed. "Oh."
He uses his one-eyed form at home, knowing you understand it's easier and more comfortable. He really doesn't understand how to read all that well, so you taught him. He got the hang of it quickly and likes to leave you notes and texts. He constantly has tabs on you. Whether it be him coming into your job to walk around and talk to you, or him being in his hair ball form and in your shoulder or bag or something. Always around you. Always watching. Always comes back. (I'm so sorry.)
Calls you things like my love, dear, my dearest, sweetheart, gorgeous, beautiful, and things like that. Loves, loves, loves when you call him pretty boy/girl. Practically melts in your arms. They also love when you call them sweet things and mumble sweet nothings in her ear while you're together, especially when you're cuddling. Adores it when you run your fingers through her hair, and a soft purring emanates from him.
It may or may not wrap around your hand when you try to pull away....
That's all for now, guys! I'll be making more of these if I think of them. Requests and asks are open, so feel free to do that! (I'm so bored.) Stay safe, hydrated, and happy! Love you all! <3
Obsession
"What is your obsession with chasing pain?"
"What?"
"You heard me. You're addicted to getting hurt. Not because you want some pills either. So... what is it? Why do you keep showing up at my doorstep with more broken bones than whole ones? With more bruises than a boxer?"
Spike winced as he shifted on the bed, the box spring creaking ominously beneath him.
Julia pursed her lips and simply raised a cool eyebrow, leaning further back to indicate she would not be helping him sit up.
Her passive aggressive approach always amused him. It didn't even matter that everything was on fire in his body. He gingerly tugged at the sheet pooled across his lap, pulling it up and over his exposed midriff, and despite the high quality thread count it still tore at every single invisible shard of glass lodged in his skin. Glass from the broken window had been the least of their concerns - his or hers - when he had so many other wounds to address.
He wondered what she would do if he admitted that half the time he showed up was because he'd let himself get hurt. Take the punches, get touched up by the girl. Not his best plan but so far it had been working out okay.
Besides, beating others up - and getting his shit rocked in turn - was a good way to keep his mind off other stuff. Worry over Vicious, who'd been sent to Titan to orchestrate some drug deals with the government no doubt. The other man hadn't revealed what his mission was but Spike was no fool despite evidence to the contrary. Vicious had always been better at organizing new clients. But war was war and people died every day in combat situations whether here or there... at least here they'd had each other. He watched Vicious's back and Vicious watched his. And sometimes he watched Vicious sink into his own obsession... Red Eye fueling a dangerous rampage... and sometimes Vicious watched him sink into the murky confines of a bottle. Red Eye had already cost him an eye. He wasn't gonna keep going and continue to lose senses or limbs. Vicious could handle his high better... it made him even more lethal and considerably unstable. Probably half the reason why the Van sent him away. Sure, it could work in their favor to have more addicts scattered from here to Jupiter space but it also meant they might be able to wash their hands of Vicious entirely.
Spike missed his brother. He could always corral Vicious when things got too messy. And Vicious, even after a hit, could keep Spike out of trouble.
It's not that he was addicted to pain.
It's just that getting hurt served so many purposes.
Being lost in the moment, nothing else to think about but the here and now and how to survive the next five minutes.
Entering into a stupor of agony where he could acknowledge nothing except the sheer discomfort radiating from whatever cuts, burns, bruises, or broken bits he'd gained.
Getting fixed up by Julia's steady hands, soothed by the melody of her humming.
His obsession was with her, truthfully. This living contradiction... leather catsuit wearing sniper capable of donning a simple dress and apron like the homeliest country girl he'd ever envisioned while reading old Earth novels in the library (that he'd sneak into after hours as a kid, unwilling to believe places like that genuinely welcomed any and all souls during normal business hours) ...she was soft curves and hard lines, gentle yet sadistic (oh he was well aware of how she and Vicious spent nights together)... she was a joker, pulling silly pranks to make them smile, but she was also devastatingly haunted at times.
He craved the missions they got to spend together and the downtime they managed to steal once in a while. Bringing her back to the present moment with him, banishing that far away look from her beautiful blue eyes, distracting her with the urgent need to stop the bleeding before he quite literally bled out...
Okay so he probably took things too far too often. But she was so good at toeing the line of torture it was no wonder she was also absurdly capable as a medic.
And if he died in her arms, in her care...
Well, there were worse ways to go.
Heaven lay in her gaze. Hope beckoned when he heard her dulcet tones. A future away from all the gore and the senseless violence and the dark methods of escape they used... it was possible. It had to be. What cruel world would deny a happier fate to her?
One day he'd be brave and tell her how he felt. Tumble into the sheets with her, showing her all the tenderness that Vicious never cared to express. He'd be the one taking care of her someday... taking her away from these lonely nights and into some bright dreamy ever after.
Vicious was gone, perhaps for good. Spike's heart was as broken as his body. But in the absence of his partner and friend... there was still this beguiling angel. His reason for living (his reason for continuing over and over and over again to endure more suffering than any sane person ought to) ...the jewel of the syndicate... this devil that he dared to love.
Reblogging because in the midst of a pandemic, I find it oddly reassuring and fascinating to watch Adam Driver jump down while wired and then stand and look around intensely while the wind machine blows his hair back so perfectly... over and over and over again. And I never want to lose this post.
Adam Driver behind the scenes of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)
it's so fun when my mutuals have new obsessions because i get to experience them secondhand. i'll spot a stray "Liked by" with fanart of all four ninja turtles in strawberry dresses at 2am like I see you girlie you go queen. hoard those chibis of hobie brown like your life depends on it go feral I support you on an intimate spiritual level
Infatuation
Archive #9 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: SECOND POEM MENTIONED RAHHHH ENJOY
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Infatuation
Summersweet, white alder, pepper bush—
wind that blows bouquets away with a swoosh.
A church, the ocean and the utter devotion
such words that are unremittingly
used and mentioned.
You must be annoyed and sick of the voices
telling you about the, oh so many choices…
that you can take.
It makes your cliff shake and ache against the currents
you’re trying to break.
Hundred of shouts turns into a song
while you still can’t get along—
with yourself and the image
that you portray as a sailor, paying primage.
You can’t love a siren,
moreover cage them in a shrine to admire in.
They didn’t draw you in with their beauty,
they were just on death duty.
Artless feelings are sweet and dependent
until you sneeze and crush flowers gifted,
not to the loved one but to the church—
a place of worship but for a search…
of pathetic purpose.
Arson ash that coughs up the lungs
makes heartthrobs hold their tongues.
It’s been so long since the reminiscence,
but existence with omniscience means that
one can’t help those that don’t want it.
Sailors should save those words for those who admit it.
Repetition shows a mind not working—
hiding behind the words of formal glory.
When the time comes that you consider your fate,
please stop placing your heart on a plate.
Not everything is worth dying for, therefore
realise this before you bleed even more.
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Siren's Curse
Archive #10 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: grah. Final poem from this series. Enjoy <3
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Siren's Curse
The feeling stills,
located deep in the heart and
washed away by emotions that don't depart.
Such betray hasn’t been seen
in years and years, oh it’s been centuries.
It’s not about creed
nor about faith,
but why does the siren continue to retaliate?
They don’t seek will or adoration,
but only sailors' shallow empty emotions.
Thus, greed is not a problem,
just a solution with an astrobleme.
The star-shaped wound within the heart
drowns out singing and works of art.
They focus on sole possessions, a measly painting
rather than just forever self-changing.
A place verses a person can be quite the personification
for a future naive adorer’s destination.
You compare a holy place
with a person that has no proper face.
A sailor counts
and so does a siren,
so don’t you dare postpone your responsibilities by naming it Psyren.
Yet you put them on top, as if an angel
told you that evil is an archangel.
Connections from siren to god
is a mockery for those that don’t have a facade.
Love yourself for what it’s worth–
not for the punishment of your birth.
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Obsession, the series
Archive #11 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: Here is the abstract and all three poems combined. I personally feel like there is a difference to when you read the poems separately, versus reading it all together in one sitting. Let me know what you think. I actually have a story inspired by these poems, if you are interested in me posting it, let me know! Enjoy :)
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Abstract
When one compares their dependency on an item or being with an unhealthy tendency to forget the importance of being their own person. A siren is known for the obsession she produces just from singing; while a place of holiness can be known for saving those that have no other place to go. Obsession and adoration are two separate things, but sometimes the siren can be merely adored… while the building is seen as a cult designed for obsession. The comparison of the siren and church to the human's dependent heart is a wake up call for those who allow themselves to serve no other purpose than living in someone else’s life.
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Obsession
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Woe the building that falls
To seek a soul whose pictured as gold,
makes artless mortals sway.
The siren theory is embodied as a place—
that is known for its embrace…
of worship, importune and obsession.
But to pray to who is equivocal…
they’re merely a god, merely a question.
You can’t treat a person like a church possession—
the inner walls creak and moan
against the protest and crack of bone.
Nicknamed Dulia for its glory,
but it drowns those who try to adore thee.
The plafond above our heads sing in pressure–
haunting the thought of being crushed.
Whilst they cry for their successor,
dust floated towards the exit as if being rushed.
The sky tends to fall away;
clouds imitate a chevet.
The sight itself creates much dismay,
but time is an illusion…
oh, such betray.
But what a church with no heaven?
Sky, empyrean, and the ether
don’t judge a star's demeanour!
Aperture with glass framework–
edging feelings with a smirk.
Reflection shows a shining gleam,
but true colour is never seen.
The sun has a shaded costume
using the moon as hecatomb.
It may use perfume as a facade…
but mien flares hearts exerting ballade.
If darkness plummets beneath our feet
may I pray for a deathless greet.
The devotee,
limp in their extremities,
served one purpose…and failed.
It drifted into sea like a dead anemone–
with no avail or memory.
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Infatuation
Summersweet, white alder, pepper bush—
wind that blows bouquets away with a swoosh.
A church, the ocean and the utter devotion
such words that are unremittingly
used and mentioned.
You must be annoyed and sick of the voices
telling you about the, oh so many choices…
that you can take.
It makes your cliff shake and ache against the currents
you’re trying to break.
Hundred of shouts turns into a song
while you still can’t get along—
with yourself and the image
that you portray as a sailor, paying primage.
You can’t love a siren,
moreover cage them in a shrine to admire in.
They didn’t draw you in with their beauty,
they were just on death duty.
Artless feelings are sweet and dependent
until you sneeze and crush flowers gifted,
not to the loved one but to the church—
a place of worship but for a search…
of pathetic purpose.
Arson ash that coughs up the lungs
makes heartthrobs hold their tongues.
It’s been so long since the reminiscence,
but existence with omniscience means that
one can’t help those that don’t want it.
Sailors should save those words for those who admit it.
Repetition shows a mind not working—
hiding behind the words of formal glory.
When the time comes that you consider your fate,
please stop placing your heart on a plate.
Not everything is worth dying for, therefore
realise this before you bleed even more.
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Siren's Curse
The feeling stills,
located deep in the heart and
washed away by emotions that don't depart.
Such betray hasn’t been seen
in years and years, oh it’s been centuries.
It’s not about creed
nor about faith,
but why does the siren continue to retaliate?
They don’t seek will or adoration,
but only sailors' shallow empty emotions.
Thus, greed is not a problem,
just a solution with an astrobleme.
The star-shaped wound within the heart
drowns out singing and works of art.
They focus on sole possessions, a measly painting
rather than just forever self-changing.
A place verses a person can be quite the personification
for a future naive adorer’s destination.
You compare a holy place
with a person that has no proper face.
A sailor counts
and so does a siren,
so don’t you dare postpone your responsibilities by naming it Psyren.
Yet you put them on top, as if an angel
told you that evil is an archangel.
Connections from siren to god
is a mockery for those that don’t have a facade.
Love yourself for what it’s worth–
not for the punishment of your birth.
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“i’ve got a war in my mind.” ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི
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I look up at the door’s as they open, seeing one of the guards enter the room with a stern face my ability picking at his brain, wondering why he would be down here at duck before I see Jane, Alec, Dimitri and Felix flash through his thoughts as they walk into the Volturi castle, I stand from my seat beside Marcus having the kings turn to me “Lady Jane and her companions have come back” he stated before bowing. I ignore his words looking behind him seeing Jane with a proud smile, her mind filled with the good news of their successful mission “My lords” Jane bowed, my eyes meet the lovely crimson of my mate, my squeals echo of the walls as I speed towards him, he opens his arms for me, picking me off the ground as I wrap my arms around his neck and holding his body close to mine. “I missed you so much” I say, pulling back, Alec looks into my eyes, placing a hand on the side of my face as I nuzzle into it lovingly “I missed you more” he muttered, pulling me back to him.
“It’s not like I’m your brother or anything, grew up with you or anything, died with you or anything!” Dimitri exclaimed loudly, having Felix nudge him with his elbow, Jane shooting him a look before going back to telling Aro about their mission as I pull back from Alec, his lips turning into a pout as he places me down and I hold his hand as Dimitri hugs me “Feeding properly?” Dimitri asked, looking down at me, I roll my eyes “Yes, I have” he hums, looking me over before Alec pulls me back to him, his arms coming around me, holding me close to him as Dimitri and Alec share a look before we all look back to the kings and Jane. “Excellent, I’m happy to hear of your accomplishment but I’m curious to know if Belle was still human?” Aro asked eagerly, his accent emphasizing the human girl’s name, I look down at the ground as Alec’s arms pulled me up against his chest, his forehead leaning against mine as he took a deep breath “She was still human” Jane answered without a waver in her voice, Aro nods with a small smile before dismissing us.
We leave the throne room and walk the endless halls of the castle, Jane stealing me away from Alec having his body stiffen as Dimitri and Felix leave to feed. “Did you listen to the music I suggested before we left?” Jane asked, linking arms with me as we walked down the halls “most of it, I have a few more to go through” I laugh with her, looking over my shoulder to see a pouting Alec as Jane smiles at me, his fingers twitching in front of him. “That’s fine, we can listen to them together if you would like?” I smile at her “I would love that but we can’t do it know sadly, Alec doesn’t look to happy” I comment, he looks away as we both turn to him, Jane smiling at her brother before she un-links her arms “He’s been sulky ever since we left, I’m sure you can perk him up” she giggled before leaving, Alec stared at me, opening his mouth before I touch his nose with my pointing finger, applying a light amount of pressure to his skin before smiling up at him “You’ll have to catch me for cuddles” I call out before turning and making a run for it, I hear light chuckles behind me as I run through the halls at top speed, avoiding patrolling guards. “I’m going to catch you Astrid!” He yelled ahead of me; I almost crash into a wall when making a risky turn but stop myself just in time.
I turn back behind me, seeing his speed increase as he reaches his arms out, I stop and fall to the ground, holding my head as I hear a light crack, looing up I see a man, his crimson eyes look at me with wide frames before he smirks and holds a handout to me. “Seems like you need to look where you’re going” he chuckles, my eyes widen before I feel Alec’s present behind me “Are you hurt?” he asked, looking me over but I shake my head with a smile “I’m fine, my head is all healed, see?” I say moving my auburn hair out of the way to reveal the healed pale skin. “Okay” he sighed before, helping me up and turning to the guy “Apologize to her” Alec demanded, the man raised a brow before crossing his arms “It’s okay Alec, I should have been looking where I was going?” I attempt to calm him down before the guys scoffs “You heard her, she wasn’t watching where she was going” he said before turning and starting to walk away, he winked at me before turning around a corner. My eyes widen before Alec takes a step, but I wrap my arms around him “It’s okay, let him go” I tell him, his arms come around my own “Let me go Astrid” he seethed but I hold on “Alec, please just let him go, he’s probably had a bad day” I try to calm him before he stops, he looks at me with dark eyes.
“Shower” my eyebrows furrow but he picks me up, pulling my legs around his stomach “Alec?” I question as he speeds through the halls “You need to take a shower, he touched you” he seethed, opening our bedroom door, I went to object when he opens the bathroom door and turns the shower on, walking in with our clothes on, I squeal at the cold water as it starts to heat up. “Your mine understood?” my eyes widen as I look up at him, he pushes me up against the shower wall as water drips down our bodies “Nobody can ever take you away from me, nobody can touch you like I can” his words echo in my head as his hands start to trace my body, fingers felt through the soaked fabric as I stare up at him with wide eyes and parted lips having him lean forward and kiss me passionately. My eyes widen before I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer as his hands become urgent against my body, his lips bruising me as they travel down my body. “Astrid” he called, I moan out before he holds my hips and starts moving me against his body, my cheeks becoming a faint pink as I look up at him, his eyes watching me carefully “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, I look down not being able to face him, he stops having me arms let him go as I cover my face “Astrid, do you want me to stop?” he asked clearly, tilting my chin back up at him, I bite my lip before faintly shaking my head having his lips turn up for a second before he leans forward taking my face in between his hands and kissing my lips with bruising passion.
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Alec stared down at Astrid, his mate, his beautiful innocent mate, her pale skin holding faint dark marks as her naked body heals, he stands from the sheets, grabbing some clothes as he stares at her. He tried to help himself, he tried to stay under control and ignore the dark desire to rip the man’s body apart, but he just couldn’t, Astrid was his mate, his one true love, the woman he was going to spend forever with, he couldn’t’ let such garbage touch her, speak to her, dirty her with his mere presence. He stood over Astrid, looking down at her auburn hair and closed eyes as she humbly fell asleep, an ability that Alec himself couldn’t do in fear of seeing his past. He pushed some curls out of her face and traced a single finger down her arm to her thigh before tracing it down her leg and to her ankle, her body weaved in between red silk sheets as she stayed still, her chest not moving as a side effect of being dead but not gone.
Alec walked out of their shared room and walk down the halls walking into a room he knew all too well “Brother? What has you up so early?” Jane had asked her twin, her words lost when seeing his dark look “I need your help with a situation” Jane raised a brow at her brother’s behavior, remembering him being like this a few years ago and not even a few days later was a guard killed and the culprit never found. “Alec, what has happened?” Jane asked, Alec looked at his twin “I cannot let such filth get away with touching my mate” Jane feels her grip tighten on her door “Give me a moment to change” He nodded before leaving the room, the door closing behind him as he leaned beside it, waiting for his sister and the revenge he would wreak on the vampire that attempting to cover his mate in filth.
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I smile down at Alec, using my fingers to trace his features, holding the red silk sheets to shield my body as I stare at his face, his features, his curves and dips and lines that were on his face, admiring the soft look he had, he smiled opening one eye to look up at me and my cheeks turn pale pink at his gaze. “Did you sleep well? Not to sore?” I nod, looking away as I grab a pillow , pacing it over my face as I turn away from him, little chuckles escaped his pale lips as he moved to me, his arms coming around me, pulling me back to him, little kisses placed all over my neck as my eyes widen, his arms tracing up my spine, my hips and stomach, I sigh at the contact, closing my eyes. “Alec” I stutter when feeling his fingers curve on my abdomen, nails lightly scraping my skin, he shushes me softly, placing soft kisses down my shoulder as his nails lightly trace my skin further down my body “Alec” I strain, trying not to think of what his fingers would do.
“Alec, Astrid, wake up!” we both spring up from the bed, the red silk sheets covering my body as I look at the door “What’s happened?” Alec asks, arms coming around me “One of the guards has been killed, so hurry up!” shadows are seen under the door before I release a breath “We better go” I say, standing up, walking over to the draws I grab robes, hearing Alec’s groan. “Who would kill a guard?” I ask Alec, pulling the clothes on “depends on who it is?” Alec played off, before getting up and grabbing robes of his own as I put my auburn hair in a respectable braid as I turn to Alec, seeing his do his buttons up. I walk over and swat his hands away as I start to do them up “What do you think happened?” I ask, looking up at him before back at my fingertips “He probably pissed someone off” he shrugged, my eyebrows furrow before I finish the last one. “I’ll see you there” I tell him, he smiles leaning forward and kissing my forehead before my cheek’s and nose and finally my lips “I’ll get Jane” he muttered, I nod leaning up and kissing his again before I leave the room, my heels echoing on the stone floor as I walk to the scene.
My eyes widen when seeing the man from yesterday in a bathtub, his head snapped off and resting in his lap with a bar of soap hanging out of his mouth, the water holding the body was cold as vampires all hanged around. “Astrid?” I look at Dimitri to see his furrowed brows “I know him” I say, Dimitri’s eyes widen before looking at the vampire. “He just started here a while ago, his name’s Richard and he has the ability to walk through solid barriers” I say, Dimitri looks around before dragging me out of the room and down the hall away from everyone “How do you know him?” I look up at Dimitri, before leaning on the wall “He’s been bothering me for a few days, after you left, he arrived and he wouldn’t leave me alone, I bumped into him yesterday with Alec and-“ “With Alec? You bumped into the man that has been harassing you with Alec?” I nod before seeing his gaze, looking through his mind I see it twist to seeing Alec killing another vampire of giving looks to others that have looked at me, touched me “Alec wouldn’t’ have done this, I didn’t tell him about him” I tell Dimitri, he looks around the halls one last time before pulling me into his arms, my mind fuzzing over as I’m unable to concentrate on his thoughts “He’s gone now, so you don’t have to worry about it anymore okay?” I nod, wrapping my arms around him.
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Alec stared at Dimitri as they share a look across the hall “I know what you did” Dimitri muttered to Alec, his little sisters’ mate “What did I do?” Alec asked, curious of his response “We both know what you did, I don’t need to tell you but I’m curious, did you know that he has been harassing her ever since we left for Forks?” Alec glared at him, angered by the un-knowing information but now understanding the babbling the vampire said before he was killed “No, I didn’t” Dimitri nods looking out the hall before back at him. “She’s convinced that it’s not you, but I know it is, I’ve seen the look you give when you kill, I know what your capable of” Alec stared at Dimitri, his emotions replicating a sense of respect for his comrade “Then we’ve come to an understanding, I’ll protect Astrid with every fiber of my being and will dispose of anyone that gets in my way or comes between us” Dimitri nods, understanding to some extent of how a vampire is when they have a mate not having one of his own, yet.
“Just make sure she doesn’t get hurt because of you, she trust’s you and relies on you, she doesn’t know your bloodlust like we do so make sure that you don’t get caught and she doesn’t find out” Alec nods at his words, confused as to why Astrid wouldn’t understand that he was protecting her, that he would kill anyone for her, protect her and love her like he was created too. “Good luck Alec” Dimitri muttered before leaving the dark hallway they had resided in, Alec watching him leave as he leans against the wall, his thoughts hide in shadows when he feels a hand grab his, flowers and fruits enter his nose as he looks up to see beautiful Auburn hair and soft eyes “Are you okay Alec?” he smiles softly, reaching out and pulling her against his chest, he smiles layering her skin in soft kisses “I’m content my love” she smiles up at me, her smile gorgeous “We should probably go feed” I smile softly, leaning down to kiss her lips “In a moment” she giggles as Alec pushes her against the wall, his lips meeting her with sharing smiles.
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I laugh with Jane, covering my face with my book as she tells me more stories about her and Alec “-Then we sped away before Felix found out only to crash into each other, we both admitted to what we did but were shocked to find out we planned the same thing!” she laughed, I laugh, my eyes closing as I picture their faces , my book resting in my lap “I wish I was there” I laugh, she smiles taking my hand in her own “We got in so much trouble though” I shrug, looking down at my book as Jane starts talking about a new song she had started listening to before I feel soft kisses planted on my neck, I smile looking up at Alec as his arms come around me, pulling me up from the couch, the blanket me and Jane had placed over us falling away as he lifts me into his arms, holding me close. “Alec, I want to spend time with Astrid” Jane whined, Alec smiled at his twin before kissing my forehead “I haven’t seen my mate for weeks Jane, let me have this” he muzzled into my neck as I smile at Jane, she rolls her eyes before waving her hand softly having Alec smile as he pulls me away and out of the door as we start to walk down the halls.
“Where are we going?” I ask, he smiles looking down at me “Back to our room” my cheeks turn red from the look he was giving me “but we- we already did…..that” I get out looking at the ground as he laughs “Not enough” Alec chuckled before my smile drops when seeing what hall where in, the one where I crashed into Richard, images of seeing his wide eyes as his head gets broken off filling my mind, having them widen as I turn to Alec, seeing a murderous look as he looks at the ground. “Alec” I call quietly, he looks to me with a small smile before seeing my face, his features relax as he starts to walk again “h-how could you do that?” I ask, looking up at him as he continues to carry me to our room. “He touched what was mine Astrid, your mine and you always will be, he touched you, he had to die” I look away from his emotionless face as he spoke, not wanting to see him like that.
The door to our room opens as he closes it, he stops for a moment before his head leans down and he places kisses along my neck, trailing them but I don’t respond, seeing the same image of Richard repeatedly. He stops for a moment before he sighs “Just let it go” he whispered, I look up at me “How can I let go that you killed him because-“ “Because he touched you Astrid, I did it all for you” my eyes widen as I get out of his arms, staring at him. “Alec, he didn’t deserve to die” he scoffs, looking down at me “He should never have lived in the first place, he was dirty, I couldn’t let him touch you, cover you in his filth” my eyes widen at his words, Alec had never been like this, he’d never referred to anyone beside the humans in his village, he had never looked so hateful before. “Alec, you’re scaring me” I whisper, his eyes soften as he walks forward, grabbing my face in his hands “It’s okay Astrid, I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always protect you” his lips smash to mine in a protective manner but I place my hands against his chest and for the first time since meeting him, I pushed him away having his eyes widen as he looks down at me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, I look up at him “You killed someone for touching me Alec, that’s not okay” his eyebrows furrow as he holds my face “Please Astrid, you have to understand that I love you” my heart breaks as I look up at him “That I can never lose you, that you leaving me will never be an option, your mine…forever” my eyes widen as I stare at him his eyes looking down at me with love as he leans forward and kisses me again. I fight against him, trying to push him away, to have him understand that what he did was wrong but he grabs my hands in one of his, restraining them to my chest as he kisses me, I try to move back, away from him but he follows me backwards onto the bed, I open my mouth to tell him to stop but he slips his tongue in, my hands above my head as he sit’s on top, his lips moving aggressively against me. I move my head to the side as Alec places kisses along my neck “A-Alec stop” I say, he stops, pulling away, looking down at me with furrowed eyes “Why don’t you want me anymore?” he asked sadly, my eyes widen as I look up at him.
“Of course, I still want you but Alec, you killed him-“ he moves away from me, letting my hands ago as he paces the room “Did he mean something to you? Did you enjoy his touch?” his eyes turn to me in anger as I shake my head “No, I never liked Richard, his presence made me feel uneasy and disgusted” his shoulders rest as he walks over. “Why can’t you just accept it?” I look up at him as he gently holds my face, his knee’s giving out as he looks up at me “I would kill for you, I would die for you Astrid, don’t you see? I live for you” my eyes widen at his words, my heart warming at the thought, but my stomach feels a dropping fear of his words. “I love you Astrid, for eternity and forever, I love you” I look down at him, seeing his sorrow and sadness but behind that I could see his anger and frustration something it seems we’ll never be able to agree on, I lean down slowly, kissing his pale pink lips as he leans up, kissing me back, I wound my fingers into his hair as he opens my mouth.
His hands reach to caress my body like the night before, I don’t stop him, moving into his embrace as he follows after me, pushing me onto the bed as his lips and hands try to touch every part of my body, my mind shuts off as I don’t want to see what he’s down, I don’t want to think about how wrong this is, I want my love back and to forgot just for a while, I just want to be in the arms of my mate as he praises my body like he’d done a million other times, I just want forever.
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I hope it was everything you all wanted, I had fun doing this actually and took longer than I wanted it too, hope to talk soon.
Sincerely your writer Bethany
Hope you're all well
hello! for the requests, how dark are you comfortable with writing? i wanted to request something barbie movie x reader with maybe kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, breeding, baby-trapping, idk something like that!
Their Love
Hey! Thank you so much for the request. I’ll probably only do kidnapping and a little sleeping kiss cause I’m not the most experienced on writing the other two so I hope you still like it!
Warnings: kidnapping and slight noncon (kiss while your sleeping)
Barbieworld (mainly Barbie and Ken) x Reader
You were from the real world and compared to Barbie world, it was terrible. It wasn’t pink buildings and clean beaches. For you, your reality was anything but. You lived on the streets of Los Angeles. Jumping from bench to bench if you were lucky or the occasional alley way. Your parents had kicked you out the day you turned 18. They had never wanted a child but didn’t want to deal with the legalities of abandonment so treating you as a maid until the day you turned 18 was their next best option.
Today you decided to go visit Venice Beach. It was full of people which meant blending in. At least it was supposed to.
Barbie and Ken had made their way into the real world to figure out her flat feet issue while Ken came to support his supposed “girlfriend”. They had rollerblades in neon rollerblades and flashy outfits, which in your opinion fit them well.
They were going the other direction of you so they didn’t notice how you stared after their retreating figures. A look of admiration sparkled in your usually dull eyes. It was nice, to see more people standing out from the typical style.
But as they were out of eyesight, they were out of mind. Just a brief passing thought as you figured you would never see the random strangers again.
Just to your unimaginable luck, you did.
Ken had made his way back to Barbieland to fill the Kens in on his understanding of patriarchy and horses. When he saw you. You hadn’t seen him yet, just gazing at the waves as they splashed against the shore. People running around with blinding smiles on their faces, surrounded by the people they love. A part of you wished for it but you didn’t even know how it felt.
Ken couldn’t look away, all the feelings of men being in charge went straight out the window as feelings of obsession began to blind his thoughts. He had begun to make his way over to you, his blonde ‘girlfriend’ briefly passed in his mind but he realized how he never truly loved her. He only thought he did because that was all he knew.
You didn’t notice as the blonde man sat down on the bench with you. Your legs pulled to your chest as if to protect yourself.
“Hi.”
You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice coming from your left. You looked on slightly stunned at the sight of one of the people from earlier.
“Hello.” You spoke shyly, you hadn’t had human interaction in awhile. After all the feelings of self doubt flooded your mind from your parents.
Ken couldn’t even speak right as he gazed at you with a look of love to the naked eye. But deep down the root of obsession was growing deep. Wrapping around his heart like a vine.
Once he knocked himself out of it, he was finally able to talk to you. Introducing himself, which you didn’t even find his name odd, after all you were never bought dolls as a child. It made him love you ever more. After all he could be himself. Not a Ken. Just Ken. He felt kenough. (Sorry I had to ;))
You talked for nearly a hour. You had grown comfortable in his presence which was usually hard to accomplish after being mistreated for so long. But a part of you just knew something felt right, and that feeling didn’t happen often.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bench unexpectedly before rushing you guys towards the shops. You just let your new ‘friend’ drag you along because your naively trusted him. You also didn’t have much waiting for you back at the beach. He stopped at a stand that was selling traded in clothes, shoes, bikes, etc…
“What size rollerblade are you?” He question as he found a couple of rollerblades. They weren’t neon nor pink but they would make do until he could get you some in Barbieland.
“Uh rollerblade?”
“Yes. What size?”
“I don’t know I’ve never rollerbladed.”
Ken had a look of astonishment on his face before looking down are your shoe covered feet and took a estimation before grabbing a dark purple pair and running off. The shop manager yelling curses as you two left out of sight.
“What was that?!” You yelled nervously. You couldn’t afford to be arrested. Ken looked calm as ever as he led you to a bench and traded out your shoes for the blades. Once he finished he put his on and helped you stand up.
“What are we even doing Ken?”
“We are going back to Barbieland.” You looked at him in disbelief as if he would suddenly break out laughing but the urge to get you there before you could leave him was overwhelming.
You wanted to protest but the idea of falling and possibly injuring yourself with zero hope of medical insurance, you didn’t have many options. He led you off into a little area where suddenly you weren’t rollerblading. You were on a snowmobile. Then a bike. A rocket ship. A motor home where he had made you both s’mores. Well plastic ones but the flavor still melted onto your tongue and your stomach felt almost sick after two of the treats. Then finally a boat and a car. You saw the giant sign approaching, not realizing this would be the last time you would see this sign. After all, you weren’t leaving anytime soon.
Meanwhile after Barbie had fled from Mattel with Gloria and Sasha they were just about to approach the beach.
Ken didn’t exactly know where to bring you. But as he drove you into town he saw the way everyone’s eyes lingered after the car. More specifically after you. You were silent most of the trip but couldn’t help letting out silent awe’s at the world around you. Followed by a self-conscious feeling. After all you were not the most put together person and all of these people don’t have a hair out of place.
Ken brought you to Barbies Dreamhouse and told you to wait as he opened the door for you like a gentlemen. He never even did it before, but the thoughts came naturally.
“Wow.” You said quietly as he led you into the house and up the stairs. It was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But a part of you was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like going back to LA.
“I’ll bring you some clothes if you want to go to the shower. Not saying you look dirty or anything I just thought-“ he was cut off by your giggle as he looked at you with embarrassment.
“It’s okay Ken. I would really like to freshen up. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Of course!” He forgot all about his rant as he ran to go get clothes and you quickly hopped into the shower before he could return. No water came out of the shower head like you expected but you were getting clean nonetheless.
Meanwhile Ken picked out one of his favorite outfits and set it near the shower. The urge to look was overruled by his feeling of protection over the innocent person.
Barbie and the two humans weren’t faced with the volleyball court of boys and female cheerleaders. It was all the same as when she left. She gladly pointed everything out and talked about the amazing world and she was able to back it up with the wonderful sights. They were even able to see the President.
Pulling up to her dreamhouse she saw another car outside which was presumably Ken’s. She held back a sigh before getting out of the car. She led the women in behind her. But what she wasn’t expecting was to see another human standing beside Ken. Barbie noticed they were wearing her clothes but didn’t mind all that much after seeing how they looked on you. Kens arm wrapped around your waist in case of a bad reaction but Barbies eyes gained a similar look as Kens earlier. The feeling of obsession and love competing with one another before mixing into one.
They shared a look of understanding which didn’t go unnoticed to Gloria and Sasha, after all they were quite adverse in the real world.
The three humans had no idea that you would never be leaving Barbieworld again.
But then again… what did you have to lose?
Barbie set up Gloria and Sasha with a house a few away from hers. It was a discontinued house so nobody was currently living in it. She left them to settle in for the next few days, or shorter depending on how long she could stand having a distraction from you. After all she began to feel her heels lift whenever she saw you.
Barbie and Ken talked with you for a few hours, answering all your questions without any distain until it began to grow late. They promised to answer more of your questions tomorrow. Secretly happy they had a reason to cut you off as they felt the question of leaving approaching. Barbie got you some pajamas and before you knew it the there of you were laying in a heart shaped bed. One of the dolls on either side or you.
They both had a arm wrapped around you, leaning you feeling trapped but as you laid there the feeling of being trapped faded into safety.
Once you fell asleep the blondes placed a loving kiss on your lips, just lightly enough not to wake you up even though they could only wish for now to feel it be reciprocated as nature feelings blossomed.
Everyone in Barbieland questioned who you were after you had left with Ken, soon followed by staying with Barbie. But they couldn’t feel themselves being opposed to it, after all you looked so adorable!
So I guess your there to stay huh?
Me when my favourite blogs notice me
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This chapter tackles subjects that can be sensitive to some readers, please do not interact if you are uncomfortable.
⚠️ Warning : depiction of depressive behavior and obsessive thoughts.
Read at your own risk. - Beaucoup d’amour, Poppy.
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❀ Pansy n°5 = Reality ? No, thanks…
When life feels too bland, one’s mind can do wonders to escape it.
It may seem unreal or fake to some people, but for some minds the easiest way to cope with a negative or stressful emotional state is to dive into one’s subconscious and imagination. The reason why is pretty simple. You are free to control everything and everyone in your own head. You are able to picture and make up every landscape, every environment with anyone you would want to be with.
You are free to give yourself a dream life while escaping the difficult truth of reality.
This “ability” can be considered a skill available to anyone willing to expand and develop their imagination. Personally, I have always considered myself to be quite creative and full of imagination, so being able to increase my capability of imagining things has been awfully thrilling through the years. My mind has always been triggered by music. Easily imagining or making up epic battles on action like songs, dance routines on classical music or simply fake scenarios on chill lofi beats.
I have so many different fake lives, it’s concerning… :/
But it is such a cathartic experience to insert yourself in your favorite universes, with your favorite characters. What’s even better is when you are so into your mind that you can feel things. With time, it happens to me more and more.
Sometimes the smell of freshly baked bread, but mostly the feeling of a warm embrace or lips softly brushing against one another…
That might be why I often have lucid dreams or why I believe in shifting. But those are pansies for another time.
Nevertheless, this dream-like ability can become dangerous to a certain extent. In fact, when the fake scenarios become an obsession, when day-dreaming becomes a daily occurrence, all in all, when all of it becomes too important… Then it becomes a problem. Then it is unhealthy.
Why does this amazing experience have to be so toxic ?
It is a way to cope, to feel good, to relieve stress - for once without the use of anything illegal 👀- but sadly it also disinterests you from reality. Some people can end up resenting even more their real life.
Come to think of it, that’s how addictions work, no ?
I am no one to tell you what to do if you relate to what I’m writing, neither am I judging anyone. Too often do I feel detached from reality because of my will to live in fantasies. It is something I want to work on - most of my pansies are about myself, my thoughts and based on my will to evolve.
So once again, I am no one to judge.
I am someone so obsessed with daydreaming that, when I am feeling down, it literally plagues my days. I only think about when I’ll have alone time to listen to music and continue the scenario where I left off. Or when I’ll be able to read self-insert fanfictions to drown even more in this shameful obsession of the unreal.
All of it fueled by the fear of reality and the tiredness of living.
Too often do I think I would like to eternally dream.
And that’s because I am conscious it has become this unhealthy obsession that I want to work on. I know that on the one hand, I like to make up scenarios because I would like to experience other environments/universes with other people. But on the other hand, I realized it is also because I can be whoever I want to be.
So lately - being in a good mindset - I am on a quest to better myself, to let myself discover who I am, who I want to be and most importantly to let myself take time to heal.
I know this won't be easy, that I won’t drastically stop to escape reality. But now I also know that to make this creative ability healthy, I have to try and find or even make a dream out of reality.
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🔺Original work please do not steal or copy, Thanks.🔺
i love you
is so overused.
doesn't it feel a lot more romantical when someone says,
“i will lock you up in my cage of love and never let you go. i will torture you so much that it feels like pure ecstasy and pleasure. or do you want it the other way around?”
Im not that delusional when im in *love* with someone
*makes them a cookie cake with the good frosting and writes out "I love you, and that's the beginning of everything" in braille with chocolate chips so they won't know*
the quote is botched, but its from F.Scott Fitzgerald, "I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything."
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