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Finally a full body shot of Zero II, which I made for my partner & favorite person in the universe, @deathmgck. He made the staff & the mask was a joint project.

It was pretty late Saturday and I didn’t iron it or pull the sleeves up properly because I’m a failure as a human being please forgive me. Still a few things to fix up but!

anonymous asked:

53? Pls

53. Take off your shirt.

AU and totally OOC (Aaron as a masseuse wtf am I doing!) but I’ve spent the day at a spa so indulge me okay?


“Robert Sugden?”

It came from behind him, where he was sitting in the small waiting room of the resort’s Spa centre.

He’d been expecting a female voice, if he was honest, but he soon reminded himself to avoid stereotyping and to be just as comfortable with a man doing his massage.

He stood up and turned to signal his whereabouts to his therapist, struck immediately by the sight of the man standing by the reception desk, looking in his direction.

“Mr Sugden?” The man asked, holding his gaze, and Robert’s voice seemed to betray him as he failed to get the words out to confirm his identity.

It’s just that he wasn’t sure he could concentrate on anything with this man stood before him.

He might have been the most attractive man Robert had ever seen. His eyes were blue - bright blue, under the LED lights of the spa’s tranquil waiting room - and yet his features were dark and rugged; his hair cut short with a patch of fluffy curls styled minimally on top, and stubble covering the bottom half of his face. He looked slightly out of place in such a delicate setting - the spa being located at the quiet end of the island resort, set up in a wooden row of huts on stilts above the calming sea - and yet he looked confident in his surroundings in a way that only came with experience. 

Robert knew he was staring - knew he’d taken far too long letting his eyes linger up and down the man’s body, noticing the way his black uniform stretched over his muscular biceps - but Robert realised he couldn’t find it in himself to hold back.

“Follow me,” the man smirked back at him, knowingly, without Robert having to confirm who he was. He was the only male in the waiting area, and his therapist had clearly made a fair assumption.

Robert followed the man out of the reception and along the open air walkway above the sand below them, heading towards the therapy rooms; his eyes fixed on the man’s delectable behind the whole way.

He didn’t even realise he was licking his lips, until the man glanced back at him and he was forced to avert his gaze.

“I’m Aaron, by the way. I’ll be doing your massage today,” the man introduced himself as they took a turning into one of the therapy huts along the walkway.

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PROMPTS BY ME FOR YOU

Some prompts I made up for amazing writers to use:

“Would you bleed for me?” She sauntered over to him on her hands and knees, resting herself in between his legs with her head tilted upwards, “Lick it off my lips like you needed me?”
“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
“I’m a Christian, yet my mind is telling me to force you on your knees.”
“I’m sorry, She’s just a little…tied up.”
“Smite me, King.”
“Mind over matter.”
“You’re a child and I resent your very existence.. but I love you all the same.”
“Water the plants so they won’t ever die; because that’s the only love still alive.”
“Playing with fire will get you burned, but maybe I like the burning sensation?”
“You don’t know me but I’m your neighbor.”
“Smoking is bad, but so are you.”
“Baby, names aren’t important right now.”
“Did you just raise the stakes? Fuck. Nothing turns me on more than the thought of losing everything.”
“Tequila and Vegas aren’t a good mix.”
“How’d you get stuck in my window?”
“Not a minx but a cougar.”
“Where’s your dignity and respect?”
“If you want me. You’re gonna have to earn me.”
“You put God first, but I put myself first.”
“Stop! You snore like a grizzly bear with asthma, hibernating.”
“You made me hate my own reflection.”
“Cheesy pickup lines will get you nowhere.”
“Are you- Why? You’re ass naked in my kitchen holding a spatula?”
“I can give you a ride, but it won’t be in a car.”
“40s the new 20.”
“Heartfelt apologies that mean shit.”
“You can only say sorry for so long before it becomes the same damn song.”
“I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs but I’m afraid someone else will hear me.”
“Yell it from the rooftop down!”
“I told myself I won’t miss you, but I was only fooling myself.”
“Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.”
“You reap what you sow.”
“Not even the tenth layer of hell can rectify the shit you’ve done.”
“Mistakes are made once or twice, not every day.”
“I seen you spike my drink so I switched your glass with mine. Karma, bitch.”
“When the water runs dry, who’s gonna wet those lips?”
“You chipped my tooth and I gave you a black eye. Is this love at first sight?”
“My reflexes re bad, I’m sorry!”
“You can tell me to leave, but I’m stubborn as hell, so I’m not going anywhere.”
“Sex cannot fix the broken-hearted or the damned.”
“Two-faced? Have you taken a look into the mirror lately?”
“You call me a bitch like it’s a bad thing.”
“Scream in my face. Drag me by my hair. Degrade me to filth. I love it!”
“You can’t run from your troubles, but I know you’re gonna be the little bitch and try.”
“I’m so angry at you and myself, And I locked my keys inside my car.”
“I’m not a fish! You can’t just reel me in.”
“Cats have nine lives, supposedly. Fuck with me and you’ll have none!”
“You pushed me off a six foot ladder and nearly ended my career, sweetheart. I can’t wait to watch you suffer.”
“Sex is your remedy, not mine.”
“I know you heard about the blood knife; my daddy’s perfect virgin and my mothers wife.”
“Goodnight, Sweet Prince.”
“Barbie had Ken, but I have you.”
“Go home, You’re drunk and you smell like sex.”
“I’m bleeding from an unknown source and I asked for chocolate but you gave me white chocolate.”
“Teach me how to stop loving you like you did me.”
“Are my letters going through?”
“It’s late at night and you’re on my laptop, what the hell are you doing?”
“You spend more money than a Kardashian.”
“Size doesn’t matter, but I’m angry at you so now it does.”
“Did you just vomit on my limited edition Jay’s?”
“Some float and some drown.”
“I see you outside my house but I’m skyping you. What the hell is going on?”
“A little birdie told me a secret about you. Wanna hear?”
“You called me a weak link so I broke your gaming system . Who’s the weakest link now?”
“Your gambling put us in debt! Either get help or I’m leaving and never coming back.”
“Home? This isn’t a home!”
“Searching for something that I can’t reach.”
“I don’t like em’ innocent.”
“You were the puppeteer but the tables have turned.”
“Packing up your things made everything so much more real.”
“If I asked you to leave, would you?”
“I love it when you treat me like the filthy whore I am.”
“You’re lying and I know you’re lying, because your eyes deceive you.”
“You fucked up and this time you can’t right your wrong.”
“Don’t blink. Don’t smile. Don’t move a muscle. You’re my doll.”
“You say I’m too young, but know you more than anyone, including your own damn self!”
“Reject me. I need to feel some pain.”
“Loving you is suicide, but maybe that’s how I want to die.”
“For a split second I thought you were going to kiss me, but you simply threatened me.”
“I’ll never end up like him, behind my back I already am.”
“Line em’ up and I’ll knock em’ all down.”
“Money is the root of all evil, but I’m staring into the eyes of satan himself.”
She was sweet until she slipped herself into high heels. Now she’s the devil in heels.“
"Go big or go home. And by the looks of it, I think you should go home.”
“I woke up to pebbles being thrown at my window.”
“Hit me like a man and love me like a woman.”
“My blood runs cold when you step into the room.”
“How drunk was I and why is your face tattooed on my ass cheek?”
“You hid my body but your conscious weighs down on you.”
“I wish you would’ve stabbed me in the heart, because my back is sore from all the knives.”
“Make me!”
“I’m gonna say what sober couldn’t say!”
“I usually have no regrets, but I think you’re my first one.”

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The Thrawn Crisis Regency AU 

for @operaticspacestrash 

Welcome to Myrkr estate, Sir Luke…

After being set upon by Imperial agents and left in the woods to die, Luke Skywalker, the secret son of late and unlamented Lord Vader, is rescued by Captain Karrde, a notorious smuggler, and the mysterious Miss Mara Jade. He soon discovers that Miss Jade was once the ward of the former Emperor, and that she desires nothing more than to see him dead. Meanwhile, Admiral Thrawn’s fleet gathers off the coast and no one knows which way the tide of war will turn…

I write to grow.
To experience things from someone else’s point of view. I try to think of how others see the world and see things through their eyes.
I write to become.
To be whoever I want to be. I can become old and wise, timid and fragile, strong and independent, I can be in love, I can be a lover, I can become any part of me that does or does not exist.
I write to escape.
To run away to far off places. I can paint a new surrounding; where I’d rather be and what I’d rather be doing.
I write because it allows me to live as many different lives as I want to. It allows me to be free.
—  Prompt, 2
“Why do you write?”
Thoughts (Sam Drake)

Trigger warning (sort of?) Was in the mood to write this little story. ^-^

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I see the smoke slowly escape my mouth as it drifts towards the ceiling and disappears, like my worries are slowly escaping from my mind. I take a breath, looking outside the window of our small apartment, seeing the busy streets down below and the city lights sparkling like they’re greeting me.

Smoking wasn’t really on my mind until I was sixteen, throwing my razor blade away and picking up the lighter and cigarette. Having a family blood-line of smokers and alcoholics, it was bound for me to be like them. I had hoped that I wouldn’t.

I questioned if living was even an option for me, seeing that nobody even cared or loved me. From my mother beating me every so often, scarring my brain with memories that I don’t want to remember, but they’re there. They’ll always come back up to haunt me. I had a father who didn’t even care or acknowledged my presence, like he wanted me dead.

When we had family gatherings, they would say that I was a cute, funny kid, they’ll change their minds when they see me now.

About to get married. Fuck, I don’t even know why he decided to stay. I don’t even understand why he loves me.

Speak of the devil. I hear keys jingling by the front door and it opens, revealing my husband-to-be.

He looks at me for a while with my cigarette in hand. “I thought you said you quit?” He asks, placing the bags of grocery on the counter.

“I thought you said you quit? I found a fresh new pack in your drawer.” I smirk at him, finishing the cigarette and disposing it on the ashtray.

“You went through my things?”

“We’re about to get married, so what?”

He chuckles, plopping on the couch beside me.

“Plus, I can still smell it on your shirt.” I tell him with an eyebrow raised.

“These things are a hundred years old, how would you know they’re recent?”

I laugh lightly at the question, finding it almost rhetorical. “I smoke too..?” I pass him a cigarette and lighter, lighting it for him. That’s when another thought hits me as I place the lighter on the coffee table. A thought I’ve been thinking for a while. “Sam..?”

The couch squeaks as he turns his head to look at me. “Yeah?”

“What would our children think?” Silence spreads throughout the room as he averts his eyes from me to the window. “I don’t think I’d be a good mom… I’ll be a bad influence…” I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm on my waist. “What if they end up just like me?”

Sam is quiet for a while, puffing his smoke before laying it on the ashtray. “Don’t you think your mom thought the same thing?”

The mention of my mother sends a cold feeling in my heart and I feel my nails dig deep in my palm. “My mother was a bitch! Don’t ever mention her!”

He flinches from my outburst. “Right, I’m sorry…”

I take a deep breath as we lay there on the couch, staring at nothing and sharing the silence. Except for the sound of my thoughts. They’re loud in my head and in my ears, going from one subject to the other; almost like they’re screaming at me.

“Hey,” he breaks my thoughts and I look at him in the eyes, something I find very comforting thing to look at when I feel distressed. He places his finger on my chin, making me look at him. “After all you’ve been through, I don’t think you’ll make the same mistake as your parents.”

I feel my eyes start to tear up, remembering my past but is quickly interrupted when I feel his soft lips against mine. Despite the taste of the cigarette, a kiss from him always made me feel better. My shoulders start to relax and I place my hand on his cheek, slowly rubbing my thumb on his stubble.

As we break away, I stare at him with his forehead pressing on mine.

“Why?” I ask.

“Why what?”

“Why do you love me?”

He looks at me like he’s analyzing me, but then he looks away, moving himself away from me.

“Sam, I don’t deserve you,” I say, sliding closer to him and placing a hand on his cheek to look at me. “But whatever the reason, I’m grateful to have you in my life.”

The corner of his lips raises a bit before he sighs. “Our relationship started off on the wrong foot… We fought, we argued and heck, you were close to walking out that door and leaving me, but I wouldn’t let you. I would never let you walk out of my life because I can never find someone like you… You’re strong, stubborn and smart and that’s what makes you so God damn sexy… But there’s a whole other side of you that drew me towards you. Like I related to you.” He looks at me like he’s hoping that it was enough, but I am frozen and speechless. “Babe, if I were to pick any other woman aside from you, I’d rather not live at all, porque no puedo vivir sin mi reina.”

I try to force myself not to cry, but a tear rolls down my cheek and he wipes it away. I curse him for knowing Spanish is my weakness.

“Did I answer your question?”

As hard as I try, the tears start pouring down and he pulls me in his chest while I nod my head ‘yes’ multiple times. No one has ever said that to me. No one has ever been so genuine and sincere and went to hell and back just to keep me in their life. “Fucking hell, Sam, why do you make me feel like this?”

He laughs as he strokes my hair, “Because I love you..?”

I smile and look up at him with my teary-eyes, sniffling before I kiss him once again. “I love you, too.”

Give me escape.
Let me burn at the hands of oceans drowning within themselves
And let me turn the sky into more canvas than dreamscape.
Let the mirror that I peek through show me what lies on the other side of dying, my palms pressed against the surface of the smooth, cool sheet of polished glass, slowly slip through and it drapes them with a coat of silver.
My hands are now just reflections of everything i’ve ever touched and felt and with every attempt to escape reality, they crack at the edges, scorching blue scars on the lines on my palms and turning my fingers lilac with bruises.
I need to escape.
Please give me escape.
There are wounds in the sky that broken fractals of clouds can’t mend and every drop of blood trickling along the horizon turns into a noose for the ocean.
And I am the earth.
Suffocating from within, gripping my throat with my cracked hands, hoping the shards don’t pierce my skin.

There are black-grey cigarette marks on my wrists from every still-burning stub I pressed against my veins, gritting my teeth and waiting for them to melt open and trickle poetry down my arms.
And they never did.
And I never wrote.
And this is not poetry, it’s just a cry for help.
It’s just pleads for escapism I am never going to get.

—  Tamarind Fall; Escape.

The carnival girl knows that life is but a fever dream…a childhood game…a paracosm of the brain. Inside her delusionary world of carousels and clowns, she sits and seethes. Waiting to blossom, so it seems. She wants to gut the sky and steal heaven’s secrets; the tears of God she’ll drink like lemonade, like sunrays falling on the Ferris wheel, into her open mouth a bloody stain. This so called child of god is like a cavern or a ruin. A haunted house of abandoned fears, she cries behind her costume. Her toffee apple smile is far too saccharine, too sharp. She bites off what she cannot swallow and shrivels up a little more each time. Like sticky sundae, existence is devoured far too quick. Sweetness dissolves so rapidly and Nausea is Queen. Carnival girl embroiled by horror of her own design, her mind becomes a monster’s maze. Run little girl or fade away. What choice has she but to become a monster now herself? She’s wounded yet she feels no pain, she’s laughing in the freezing rain, smiling till oblivion envelops her in dazzling light and the arms of angels carry her into an eternal night.

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Pairings prompt: Well hell. All of them?? (Okay, okay. #2 Rexsoka.) (oh, you think I'm done...?)

Thank you for not going, “1-28. And 33-40.”

2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”


The sharp, unstable shaking of the 501st flagship drowned out the emergency sirens wailing in each cabin and along every corridor, even for Ahsoka’s highly sensitive montrals. Admiral Yularen’s broadcast command of “Non-essential personnel, evacuate to the escape pods immediately,” was certainly lost to the complaints of a damaged ship. But it was impossible to mistake the strobing alert lights, flashing bright orange every ten meters and successfully conveying the immediacy of the situation well before the Separatist droids began trickling in.

Honestly, it was like a bad dream. No matter how many droids Ahsoka carved through, every new corridor brought her face-to-face with more. The task wouldn’t have felt so daunting if she wasn’t the only Jedi on the ship; whenever the Jedi Council had a special mission to complete these days, her master somehow ended up as one of the first candidates selected.

Clearly, the enemy didn’t know that, though. One of the fleet ships had already been destroyed by cannon fire, but the flagship was still intact, only periodically earning a volley of lasers. The amount of droids swarming the corridors felt like an invasion than anything else– what would they be there for except to capture Anakin, one of the most successful Repbulic generals? 

Ahsoka reached that conclusion before rounding a corner and running into a squad that pointed at her, shouting, “Look! We found a Jedi!” But that was all they managed to say before a couple rudimentary swings of her lightsaber decapitated all seven of them.

As much as the clones added a variety of color to the blaster fire breaking out in some corridors, Ahsoka was quick to order them to escape pods before they could be of much use. She sliced her way through roughly two enemy platoons alone to make it to the bridge where she found the officers still busily sending emergency transmissions, and locking down whole sections of the ship overrun by the Separatists in attempted containment.

Captain Rex was here guarding the bridge entrance with some of his men, blasters trained down the corridor as a last line of defense for all the unarmed and unarmored officers. That was the problem with the essential personnel: they were the hardest to move, both because they didn’t want to leave their post, and then once they did, the ship had roughly five to ten minutes left before neglected systems began malfunctioning.

“Admiral, you need to move to the escape pods!” Ahsoka shouted over the incessant whine; at least it sounded a little more muted on the bridge. Her announcement caused several heads to swivel, look at her, and return to their previous work. Yularen, though, was a little too wrapped up in a conversation with the coms officer to answer.

“What about you, Commander?” Rex asked from the doorway.

For the first time since the alarms started blaring, Ahsoka’s lightsabers hung on her belt again. “I’ll lead the droids into the hangar bay and try to buy you time to get away. Once I’m there, I’ll shut off the magnetic shields.”

Rex’s visor whipped around faster than Yularen. “Have you lost your damn mind?!

A gray-clad officer shouted that the engines were failing, and more droids were closing in on the bridge.

“Sir, now is not the time for insane heroics!” argued Rex, deeces dropping from a corridor that had lost his attention. 

A frown bent her mouth for only a moment. Rex never contested Anakin’s ideas, even while they seemed to get more farfetched as the war dragged on. If anything, Rex met most suggestions with hesitant approval– not outright challenges as he did with her.

“I know what I’m doing,” she told Rex evenly, nearing him as if proximity would help better convince him. “I’ll be fine.” And before he could disagree, contending her rank with his experience as she knew he would, Ahsoka pulled him down into a light headbutt that stalled all conversation.

Releasing her captain, she glanced back at Yularen to see she finally had his attention. “I’ll take out what droids I can, Admiral, but you have to leave now!”

Ahsoka took off sprinting away from the bridge, lightsabers once again humming at her sides. Every B1 battle droid she came across barely managed to report, “There’s the Jedi!” before its head flew right off its body in one quick slash of a lightsaber.

Halfway to the main hangar, she also heard, “General Grievous wants her alive!” Unfortunately, that droid also met a swift end before it could elaborate. Two corridors later, the familiar premonition of incoming fire tugged at the periphery of her senses. Ahsoka pivoted just in time to divert the laser bolt– but she’d expected a B1 shot, not a B2. The force of it still knocked her off her feet and straight into a wall.

The wailing sirens were all but white noise now, drowning out every other sound around her. Ahsoka only realized the enemy was closing in when she opened her eyes to see a line of B1s fencing her in, aiming their weapons on her crumpled form. She closed her eyes again and inhaled. Reaching out, she felt the familiar presence of the Force, directly around her, directly around the enemy, permeating the corridor, the level, the ship. And she pushed out. 

The nearest battle droids flew back as if from an explosion; the successive rows of B1s and B2s fell like dominos. Ahsoka popped to her feet and continued on her mad sprint down the hall. Her lightsabers were more useful behind her, blocking red laser bolts flying from the constantly growing horde following her. WIth as much as the flagship shook from increasing enemy fire, it was a wonder so many clankers stayed on their feet. The few droids she bumped into trying to cut her off from adjacent hallways ended up littering the floor while Ahsoka hardly even slowed her pace. 

R7-A7, Ahsoka’s astromech since she landed in the 501st, already sat snugly in her Eta-2 Actis-class interceptor by the time Ahsoka slid into the hangar bay. Only a couple LAAT/i populated the bay now, as the rest of the gunships and every fighter pilot were already occupied in the space battle. 

The controls for the magnetic shield– barring the bay enjoying its life support from open space– were set into a recess in the durasteel wall on the opposite end of the bay and protected by a ray shield. Ahsoka hadn’t even reached the halfway point before the enemy fire caught up to her as the droids filtered into the hangar. Thank the Force they were terrible shots. 

“Arseven!” Ahsoka shouted into her wristcom. She was met with happy bleeps. “Bring the ship over here; I’m going to need a fast getaway.”

She heard the welcome roar of her interceptor powering on across the hangar floor. A handful of droids pivoted and began firing at the ship, as Ahsoka skidded into the far wall. The ray shield, no bigger than a standard doorway, stood next to a screen of buttons. Ahsoka input the code she never thought she’d have to use; the ray shield blinked off, and all that was left was the clunky lever, about as big as Ahsoka’s head. 

R7-A7 blocked all enemy fire descending in the interceptor next to Ahsoka, and she immediately hopped into her seat. She sealed the cockpit, diverted more power to shields, and warned her astromech to be ready to take off. 

Ahsoka closed her eyes once more, trying to keep her nerves calm in a ship barraged by enemy fire. She focused her attention into grasping hold of the Force around the lever and pulling it down. The nearing enemy only helped raise her anxiety, but just as a B1 started climbing onto the wing of the ship, the lever swung down, the magnetic shield disappeared, and everything not bolted to the ground slipped toward the open hangar doors. 

After the initial moment of free floating, Ahsoka returned the recommended amount of power to the engines and steered her ship out into space, avoiding the floating droids and lazily spinning gunships. 

The danger was nearly over now. A second fleet had come to the rescue, sliding out of hyperspace behind the Separatist ships, diverting all their attention and leaving Ahsoka free to look for her men.

“Arseven,” Ahsoka said, rolling her interceptor over the port side of the damaged flagship and scanning the void for life signs, “switch to the pod frequency.”

R7 chirped, the coms crackled, and soon her cockpit flooded with the voices of very chatty soldiers. Immediately after their accountability checks, the conversations strayed. Ahsoka’s attention focused more on locating the wandering pods until a certain comment caught her montrals.

“…and Captain Rex got kissed by the commander.” A mixture of laughter and incredulous noises followed before the first amended, “A Keldabe kiss.”

“You coulda told me it was a real kiss and I’da believed you,” a second said. The laughter roared anew.

“WHO IS THIS?” a third voice broke in. “NAME AND RANK.”  

A tense silence followed until one brave soul declared, “Found the Captain.” The next wave of laughter surged from numerous pods as Rex raged on, threatening blindly.

Ahsoka patched her own frequency into the conversation then. “Wait… what’s a Keldabe kiss?” Her distinctively female voice cut through the clone chatter with surprising ease. All communication immediately dissipated into an awkward silence Ahsoka felt even in her own ship.

“…Guys?”

One day, you might find out the truth about why I left. Or maybe you already know it, deep in your heart. I know you’ll blame me and hate me and miss me and love me and then repeat. You’ll even spend days thinking of reasons why I did it. I know you’re a simple boy and you won’t find an answer to why a girl like me, who was so crazy in love with you, would leave. It’s okay if you can’t find a convincing answer; you can say that maybe I finally disappeared into madness.
—  Your love is all I needed.
ztd sigma headcanons

- accidentally calls everyone in the decision game except diana his son or daughter, it gets especially bad when he goes to akane’s and junpei’s wedding and yells “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU SON” and then goes “…SHIT”

- because of this junpei sarcastically calls him dad and when he adopts quark he calls sigma and says “GUESS WHAT, YOU HAVE A GRANDSON NOW” and sigma just replies “FUCK YOU, I MAY BE OLD MENTALLY BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH”

- phi loves to mess with sigma about the fact he used to hit on her and luna
back when he didnt know they were techincally his daughters, just randomly yells “HEY SIGMA, REMEMBER THE TIME YOU ASKED A CLONE OF YOUR WIFE IF SHE WAS SINGLE” “GODDAMMIT PHI I DIDNT KNOW THEN”

- phi, sigma, and diana all live together after the decision game stuff and whenever phi brings home a datemate sigma just goes “i’m not gonna tell you i will break you if you break her heart because honestly phi is stronger then you and she will destroy you, bye have a fun date” and diana is the embarrassing mom who goes “HEY SWEETIE IS THIS YOUR DATE THEY LOOK SO SWEET BRING PHI BACK WHENEVER AND WE’RE PROBABLY YOUR PARENTS NOW BYE LOVE YOU” and phi just goes “GUYS PLEASE”

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Escape

Characters - Dean x Reader

Summary - Torture was a funny thing. It tore away at your sense of self, the very core of you. You held on, though. Held on until you could make your escape.

Word Count - 1,935

Warnings - Language, mention of torture, and canon-typical descriptions of violence.


Pins and needles. All you could feel in your arms were pins and needles. Your arms hung above your head, cold hard metal cuffs digging into your skin. Long ago you gave up trying to wiggle out of them. It was wasted energy, and after not being fed for… Fuck. You lost track of day and night, all illusion of time ripped from you.

The dark room, for lack of a better word, was small and cramped. It was more like a closet, no windows anywhere. The heat inside was stifling, making the smells contained in there even more gut-wrenching. The walls were beige, or rather were beige. Years of neglect and bloodshed turned the walls a different color, nonetheless sickening as the pristine beige at the top. Not that that mattered much anymore.

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Sometimes I feel pressure to live up to expectations because fitness has become a huge part of my life. Sometimes I look at my body in fear that I don’t look ‘fit enough’. So I have to remind myself why this is what I do. It’s because of the way it makes feel. It’s because of my genuine love for it. It isn’t supposed to be about focusing on the way I look.
I love the drive I have to push myself to be better and stronger every day. Even when my arms and legs burn and my body wants to give up, I tell myself to keep going. I love the intensity of it all. It reminds me how amazing my body is. It reminds me that I can do anything.

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Lily walks down the stairs and when she hits the bottom of the steps she sees Jaxson standing at the bottom wait for her with his arms crossed and flames in his eyes.