1920s Masky Ref

I did not post it as it turns out. Anyway here’s one of the first things I ever had to say about the difference between mh and emh

Kirie and Rex being non-sus as usual. Man, if I had a nickel for every time I was totally accountably innocent last Tuesday between the hours of 10 and 11pm, I could pay someone else to wring this inexplicable substance out of my wardrobe.

🏜Ticci Toby🏜 || Roundtale rival

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- Wild West Toby, mentions of violence, use of a gun, minors—dni (3.5)

Inspired by: Lindsey Stirling

It was a pretty slow day at the saloon, you rested your head on your palm, watching the batwing doors swing open and close like a pendulum. It was just the regulars at this hour, taking lethargic swings of their whiskeys and eyeing your corset-like work attire; which is why your attention drew to the cautious creak of the door, and the tall dark and handsome man you wanted to take a drink out of.

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OORAH AMERICA YEAHHHH

THIS MAN OVER HERE

cant help falling in love with you

contents include; angst +no comfort, habit/Evan headspace, death, graphic depictions of blood, death, and murder, this is fictional, if you or anyone you know is having any violent urges please seek out professional help. Anything you read below the cut i purely of your own volition.

everything stopped. He could feel time itself crumble like a brittle leaf in his hands. This wasn’t supposed to be how this ended, how you ended. You of all people didn’t deserve to end like this.

You were supposed to be kept safe at all costs, and they both failed that. They broke the one fucking promise he made you. The only thing he’d ever promise to you and he broke it.

The man fronting was broken. Tears and snot running down his face as he ran to your side. Evan’s hands shook as he grasped onto anything he could; your hands, your clothes, anything. He tried to rationalize the situation, tried to make it make sense. Thoughts raced through his mind, their mind, quicker than he could speak.

Evan wasn’t a begger, he didn’t plead with others for what he wanted, ironic. Here they were, begging, pleading for anything to save you, just give him a few more minutes at least with you.

But those prayers weren’t answered. You still lay limp in his arms and he was still bawling his eyes out. Your blood coated his hands and face, the liquid leaving a crust as he rocked back and forth, Evan didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. Habit was silent for once, though Evan could feel him seething. You were gone, snuffed out far too soon.

Evan, (or was it Habit?) brought your hand to his mouth, mumbling apologies and planting kisses to your palm. They wanted to believe you could hear them, that you were there. Evan wanted to pretend he could feel you, but even he knew he couldn’t do that forever.

What lay before him was the truth; and the truth was you were dead. Practically gutted like a fish and bruise, your face battered and swollen. Evan didn’t want to see you like this, he didn’t want the image of their failure to linger in his head on loop like a broken record. They both wanted to go home and pretend this was a dream, the they’d wake up with you beside them, a worried expression plastered on your face as Evan simply kissed you back to sleep, holding you tighter in his arms.

But that wouldn’t be the case.

There’d be a funeral, only close friends, immediate relatives, maybe a few old teachers you were closest to. Everyone would give a small speech about how you were a cherished part of their life, a light that brought them joy. It would be a celebration of life, your life; like how’d you’d want it. Your parents (or guardians) would pat Evan on the shoulder and give him soft gazes of sympathy, offering to let him take whatever he wanted of your’s after they’d picked out the core things. He’d agree. Evan would hoard anything that had your scent, your clothes, perfume. He’d loose hours of his days just sitting on the floor in your jackets or cradling an old band tee shirt you’d stolen months ago.

Habit, on the other hand, was ruthless. He allowed Evan to mourn, he’ll he’d mourn for a while, then he’d begin his work once again. He’d find the thing that killed you, took you from him, and god himself wouldn’t be able to save the poor creature responsible. Habit would be nothing but teeth and claws once he finds that thing. Habit won’t give them the luxury of a knife or gun.

But it wouldn’t make either of them feel any better, forced to live with the fact there’d be no more cooking dates, no more videos of your laughter. Nothing. And they’d had to move on, live with this new way of life. Survive.

They’d have to move on eventually right?

“The weather is quite nice this evening.” Your voice is casual as you hover behind Jeff, giving him a few feet of space between the two of you. His only response is a quiet grunt.

The sky turns a pale shade of pink above you as the clouds clear out with the gentle breeze, and your eyes linger on his back. You halt for a moment in the gentle serenity of the clearing before speaking again.

“Is it alright if I join you?” Your words are answered with a few seconds of silence, before Jeff responds with a nod so slight you probably would’ve missed it if you weren’t focusing on him so intently.

You slide up next to him, sitting beside him on the wooden fence surrounding the outskirts of the mansion. The two of you overlook the view, showcasing the lower areas of the forest and the stream below. You keep your eyes focused ahead of you. You can tell from his stiffness he doesn’t want your eyes on him right now.

His shoulders are tight, his hands clenching onto the bench so strongly it seems as though the wood should be splintering. You can’t see his face, but you know tears are streaming down it. You can tell it from the smallest of hitches in his breathing, hitches that only you can notice after so many times of being the one he allows to comfort him.

You place your hand close to his, with enough distance that you aren’t touching, but little enough that he could easily make contact if he wanted to. After a few minutes, he tenderly reaches out his pinky and curls it gently around yours.

“…Would you like to talk about it?” Your question is a whisper as he sits beside you contemplating his response, and eventually, he shakes his head no.

“Are you able to tell me the cause?” He nods his head yes.

“Did something happen with work?” He gently shakes his head no.

“Did something happen with one of the others?” After a moment of hesitation, he struggles to nod his head yes. You’re silent for a moment, and then you shuffle a bit closer, and you ask him your next question in the softest voice you can muster.

“Did something happen with Liu?” The choked sob that he’d been struggling to hold in finally escapes, and you know the answer to your question immediately.

His hands jolt to cover his face as he sobs into them, and your arms wrap around him as he tries to babble out the context through his sobs.

“I just— I want to fix— keep making mistakes— not good enou— Liu doesn’t deserve— Sully was righ— always fuck things u— so fucking stup— wish I wasn’t born—“ You cut him off with a soft grunt at the last of his words and he shudders, sucking in through cries before letting out another big, gasping sob.

“Honey… I don’t know what happened, and I won’t act like I do… But you know your big brother loves you.” He goes to interrupt you, and you rest your hand on his heart as a sign to stop him.

“He loves you so much, and whatever just happened, the two of you will move past it. You will move past it just as you’re trying to move past what happened all those years ago.” His nails dig into his hair at that as he shakes his head, and you hop off the fence to stand in front of him and cradle his head into your shoulder.

You stand like that for a few moments, his hands now clutching at your back, with one of yours in his hair, and the other at his back, both rubbing gently.

You know that while he had heard your words that his brain will use whatever method possible to refute them, that he’ll deny them any that he possibly can. But you’ll keep saying them. As many times as it takes.

And as you lift your eyes and look back towards the mansion you can see a figure standing there, watching, waiting. Liu appears outwardly relaxed, but he has the same vexation on his face that you’ve come to realize means he’s worried about his brother. If you weren’t standing over here with Jeff you were certain he’d approach to try and remedy whatever occurred, but with a nod of his head, you know that for now he’s leaving Jeff to you. Entrusting you with him.

Jeff clings to you tighter while you nod back at Liu and he gives a small wave and turns, retreating back into the mansion. There are some words that Liu can’t say to Jeff, some situations he still can’t remedy, and that’s why he’s thankful that Jeff has you. Jeff is also very thankful that he has you for the same reason.

Because you care for him, and you love him and support him, care for him when nobody else can or would. You give him everything he never had, and he tries his hardest to give you even more than what you give him. You’re his greatest treasure, and he hopes every day that you always know and remember that.

“‘M sleepy…” he mumbles into your shoulder, his body sagging into yours as his body runs out of tears.

“Would you like to take a shower and lay down, honey? I can shampoo your hair the way you like me to, and give you lots of kisses, and hold you the way you love.” He sinks even further into you as he listens to your words, and he grumbles out a somewhat positive noise of agreement.

As you help him down from the fence and walk him back to the mansion, you tell yourself that everything will be okay. You know both of these boys, you love both of these boys. You know they’ll work things out, even if it requires all these arguments and comforting words as they break down their barriers, and you’ll be there with them, every step of the way.

”are you more female oriented or male oriented?” bitch im disoriented where the fuck am i

im tired of keeping it a secret