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Crawling Chaos - Part Two - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,687

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), masturbation, bondage, biting, daddy kink, literally 90% of this is PURE FILTH

Notes: I had no restraint on this. Y’all can blame @minhosmeanhoe for literally demanding this from me, and giving me things to add to this because we would just talk about everything kinky with Void. Lemme know your thoughts!

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Pt 1 || Pt 2 (final) - coming soon

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: She was so wrong for him, and you knew it. If only Taehyung could realize it.

Word Count: 5,417

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A loud pop resulted from you smacking your lips together trying to even out the layer of tinted gloss,

“Ooo, where are you going tonight?” Your roommate, Yeo Woon, gasped from her spot on the couch, “You’re going out on a date?” 

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not going out on a date. I’m going to hang out with Tae.” 

Since you were examining your makeup one last time with your pocket mirror, you didn’t see the pout on Yeo Woon’s face but you could most certainly sense it, “Geez, Y/N…don’t tell me you still have a crush on him.”

“What! Me? A crush..on him?”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N-ah. Everyone who knows you on this goddamn planet knows you have a crush on Taehyung. Aside from him, of course.”

“I…I do not! And even if I did…I got over it…” Your cheeks flared with heat as you quickly shoved your mirror back in your purse,

“You’re all dressed up, you’ve been smiling all day, and you used one of my facial packs last night which is weird considering you always complain about the sliminess. So basically, you must still have a crush on him if you’re doing yourself up like this just to ‘go hang out’.” 

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Many men tend to ask me, “Why do you care about how you look?”

I don’t mean to offend you males but I don’t think you guys understand how hard it is to be a woman in this society. If you do understand, then props to you, but I’m asking you all to just listen to what I have to say. You guys believe that we women tend to overcomplicate everything, whether it applies to relationships, friendships, or appearances. This is extremely true but only because we have to care about how we look and how we handle situations. It’s very easy to say “be unique” or “dress the way you want to dress” but you don’t tend to fully understand how damn impossible that is. We have to wear clothes that show the right amount of skin but not too much otherwise we’re known as sluts, whores, ugly, or even fat. It doesn’t matter if this is completely false, those labels will stick with us no matter how hard we try to dispose of them. We wear makeup because our natural faces are considered hideous, and no matter how many times you say we’re beautiful the way we are, we feel as if we aren’t. It seems like women are in constant competition with each other trying to prove who can fit in the best or who’s the prettiest, and while there are millions of women who are supportive, deep inside, we’re just a bit jealous. I can’t even explain how many women strive for bigger boobs and butts because we’re looked down upon for not being “thick” enough. We’ve fought so damn hard for equality and we’re still waiting for that day but it’s become so impossible because you guys keep craving more than we can ever give! Do you see children these days? Little girls lean towards makeup to try to be pretty! Yeah, it’s kind of fun to dress up, but that’s no longer the case. It honestly feels like women were only created to please men and the thought of that makes me sick to my stomach. Year by year, the standards keep piling on and on and on. It’s become so hard to keep up. Every year, more women are starving themselves, cutting themselves, killing themselves! I am aware that you men suffer through the same problems as we do and I am aware that this is coming to be a bit sexist of me, but I’m just so tired of having men ask me why I care about my appearance. The definition of “slut” and “whore” used to be a woman who slept with countless men. It then shifted to a woman who showed “too much” skin, but now, the definition has turned into a woman who has made a mistake. Not even a mistake, I can’t even describe the definition. Women who fall for somebody’s partner are considered sluts. Women who just like a simple photo of someone’s partner are considered sluts. Women who wear too much makeup (more so at a young age) are considered sluts. Women who are wearing clothes that show cleavage are considered as sluts. Now, this does not apply to all women. It applies to women who aren’t popular or women who don’t “fit in”. Maybe this doesn’t apply everywhere, but it definitely applies to where I live. This isn’t really your fault… I guess this is just how the world works. Anytime you men see a beautiful woman, that’s all you really see. You don’t see the pain it took to achieve that kind of beauty. The hours it took to perfect the makeup, the hours it took to put together the outfit. We really have come a long way and I’m so proud of the women who no longer care about the calories they consume or how they look, but the amount of women who are affected by society’s standards vastly outweigh those who aren’t. I fear to see what standards come next and what our future daughters and granddaughters will have to endure. I’m praying that it will get easier, but I don’t think it ever will. So if you have read this far, remember what I said before you ask a woman why they care about how they look. It’s not because we want to, but because we have to. There are so many of other things that I did not mention, far more painful things, but this seems to be the most common one.

Like I said, this has come to be a bit sexist of me. I know that some men go through these hardships too. Maybe you guys have it just as bad. We all hide our fears of society and its standards. I fail to understand why we have created these complications for another. Aren’t you tired of living this way?

—  To all the men out there who ask us women, “Why do you care about how you look?”

@katbarrell: Back at it this morning after an INCREDIBLE weekend at @clexacon 😆❤😭!!! Thank you to each and every one of you who attended from near (and VERY) far or tuned in online! I am still buzzing from the immense amount of love and happiness that filled every moment of our time together. Thank you for your kind words, your stories, you hugs and smiles. They filled me to the brim with happiness and fueled the fire for us to keep working our asses off to make @wynonnaearp the best it possibly can be for YOU guys! 🔥What I loved most was seeing the #Earper fandom come together - from those of you who have become friends online meeting in person for the first time, or those selflessly helping others out who couldn’t get around as well by themselves… you truly defined what is means to be a family- no one is left behind. I am proud of you and love you so very much ❤❤❤!!! Also HUGE props to the @clexacon team who worked so hard to pull off a seamless and life changing weekend for so many people. I cannot count the amount of times I heard “this is one of the best weekends of my life!” Here’s to the future and many, many more #StrongFemaleCharacters 🙌🏼

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some stuff for my portfolio!! i had a lot of fun with the shapes and designs… the characters took forever T_T but the shapes were really fast??? oh gosh it’s been like 3 years since I drew full body designs of my characters

left to right: Vita Hayes, Flynn & Nate Lockhart, Terence & Athena Nightingale (more info on them here!)

Last prompt for @averca. I’m so sorry this is late! I’m hoping to at least get started on some of the other stuff that’s sitting in my ask box, and hopefully I can post more writing once I get out of school on Thursday. Thank you all for being patient!

Prompt: “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“I can’t believe you dragged me here,” Will said as he stared at the building in front of him. It was a squat, brick structure situated in the middle of a large parking lot. It could’ve easily passed for another abandoned shopping center if not for the dark coverings over the windows, the enormous line stretching out the front door, and the sign beside the road that read: MELANCHOLY’S REALM: AMERICA’S MOST TERRIFYING HAUNTED HOUSE!

“C’mon, Will, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Cecil said. “I heard they use real chainsaws at this place. That’s, like, illegal in fifteen states.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal in every state,” Will muttered, rolling his eyes. Cecil ignored his comment and joined the end of the line.

“What’s your problem with haunted houses, anyway?” Cecil asked as Will followed him.

Will bit his lip and shifted awkwardly, “They’re just… stupid and cheesy, that’s all. A bunch of halloween bogus to scam suckers out of their money.”

“I’m the one who’s paying for this, why do you have a problem with it?” Cecil said. A look of realization crossed his face, “Wait a minute, you aren’t actually scared, are you?”

Will threw up his hands defensively, “What? No, of course not!”

Cecil smirked, “Whatever you say, Solace.”

After several minutes of waiting, they reached the front of the line. A heavy set asian guy took the wad of cash Cecil forked over and gestured for them to enter.

They pushed through a pair of plain looking doors and found themselves in what looked like an abandoned grocery store. The room had no real walls, instead it was divided by enormous sheets of black plastic hanging from the ceiling that seemed to transform the room into a maze of twisting corridors and cramped rooms. Multi-colored lights played across the space, bathing everything in a medley of acid greens, neon pinks, and electric blues. Clouds of dry-ice smoke covered the floor and permeated the air with a sour odor. Shrieks and giggles echoed throughout the facility.

Will’s gut clenched as Cecil grabbed his arm and pulled him toward a group of several other patrons gathered in a corner. Will peered over the heads of the crowd and spotted a tour guide at the heart of the assembly. The guide was small and had an impish face peeking out from under a curly mop of dark hair. A dangerous spark glittered in his eyes, and his mouth was twisted into a devilish smirk.

“Hello, hello, hello,” The guide said. His eyes scanned the crowd as if he were a cat searching for prey. “Welcome to Melancholy’s Realm, the most terrifying place in America. My name’s Leo, and I am here to take you on a journey to meet the awful spirits that haunt this place.”

While he knew that the speech was hogwash, Will couldn’t help the chill that raced down his spine as he listened to the way Leo’s words seemed to drip with a certain eeriness. His gaze darted to Cecil, who hung on the guide’s every word, transfixed.

“The story of Melancholy’s Realm is an unfortunate one,” Leo continued. “Long ago, there was a hospital that was said to have the cure to any injury or disease one could suffer from. People started hearing about this place of miracles, and soon enough they were arriving by the truckload, begging to be helped. The nurses and doctors did as they promised, and even those with the trickiest illnesses were healed.

“However, strange things began happening to the patients. They would wander out of their beds at night, say things to the doctors that made no sense, and they began having violent mood swings. The doctors did everything they could to solve the problems, but nothing worked. Finally, one night the patients suddenly climbed from their beds and formed a sort of army. They smashed equipment and murdered the workers, and once they were done, they collapsed. Bodies littered every room of the hospital, and even the police were too horrified to enter. Finally, they removed the dead and investigated, but no one ever figured out what happened to the patients. It remains a mystery to this day. But, many say that at night you can hear the screams of the dead patients, telling of their guilt over killing the staff, and how they were transformed into the monsters that destroyed the hospital.”

The story’s end was punctuated by silence from the group, accompanied by far-off cries coming from the opposite end of the room.

Leo cleared his throat, breaking the quiet. “But now, it’s time for us to discover the truth, and venture into the dark depths of Melancholy’s Realm!” He stepped towards the entrance to the labyrinth of black plastic and gestured for the group to follow.

Will moved with everyone else, making sure to stay close to Cecil. His heart thudded in his ears as they made their way through a narrow passage and filed into a room.

The room was tiny, barely large enough to fit the patrons, actors, and props. A hospital bed stood in the center of the space, covered by a white sheet spattered with fake blood. Two actors wearing tattered scrubs loomed over the bed, their faces hidden by the darkness as they murmured to each other in hissing whispers.

“This is the operation room,” Leo said. “There are some gruesome rumors about this place. You never know what might come out of here.”

Suddenly, a figure shot up from the bed, tossing aside the sheet as a horrible cry tore through the air. The patrons shrieked and all dashed for the door at once.

Will’s heart was thundering in his chest now. Blood roared through his ears and the room seemed to tilt dangerously. Without warning, his knees gave out, and Will felt himself toppling downward as the world sank into darkness.

The only thing Will was aware of was the rough caress of asphalt against his back. His thoughts were muddled, and the world around him was lost in a murky haze. He blinked several times to clear his vision, and found himself lying in the middle of a parking lot, gazing up at a night sky dotted with stars.

“Are you alright?” a voice asked.

Will turned his head and spotted a boy with raven black hair and olive skin kneeling beside him. “I-yeah, I guess,” Will replied.

“My name’s Nico,” the boy said. A slight grin played on his lips, “I work in the haunted house and I saw your group going through. You must’ve been pretty freaked out, though. You fainted straight into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Will’s cheeks colored, “Oh, I, uh, sorry, I guess?”

Nico laughed and waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he said.

“How long have I been out?” Will asked.

Nico shrugged, “About ten minutes, nothing huge.”

“And my friend-Cecil-he was with that tour. Does he know where I am?” Will said, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I’m not even sure if he saw you,” Nico replied. “He seemed to be having the time of his life. Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited as soon as the group comes out of the building.”

Will’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “That sounds like him.”

“I take it you don’t go to haunted houses much?” Nico asked.

“No, not really,” Will admitted, “I only came tonight because Cecil insisted. Honestly, I’m terrified of stuff like this.”

“You aren’t the only one. You wouldn’t believe how many people I’ve had in this same situation over the last few weeks,” Nico said.

An amused smile spread across Will’s face, “You mean other people have fainted in there?”

“Yep. My friends decided to rent this abandon grocery store about a year ago start a haunted house. I agreed to work for them so I could make an extra buck. Although, I hate showing my face, so most of the time I just end up playing covered hospital corpses like I was tonight. Our place must actually be pretty terrifying, though. The number of people I’ve had to pull out of there is shocking,” Nico explained.

Will shrugged, “Good to know I’m not the only one.”

Their conversation came to an abrupt end when will heard Cecil shouting for him across the parking lot.

“I’ve got to go,” he said.

He turned to walk away, but before he could move, Nico snatched his wrist. “Wait, before you go, let me give you my number.”

Will gaped at him and Nico averted his eyes. “Y-you know, for safety purposes,” he said. “I want to make sure you get home okay.”

Will’s face lit up like a thousand light bulbs, “Sounds fine to me.”