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The Protagonist recognizes themselves in a painting in an art museum. It is 400 years old. A voice whispers in their ear: “I’ve FINALLY found you.”
but it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line i really fucked it up this time didn’t i, my dear?
Hello hufflepuff here💛
Holy mother dick, guys. I have been struggling to put this chapter together for the last 2ish weeks and just could not find the inspiration to finish it. It’s currently 5:00am. I have been up all night, and I finally found the inspiration. Fitting that my 600th post is a new chapter. Action, tension, pain, tenderness, a literary blueball ending… this chapter has it all. Cheers.
Check out previous chapters and the Masterlist
Characters: Negan (JDM) x female reader, Jovana (OC)
Word Count: 4,000 (If it was gonna be long as fuck, I was making it an even number)
Heads up: language, mild violence, verbal threats, teeny tiny hint of smut
Chapter Summary: After being caught by a man named Rick and his two companions, it’s up to Jovana to alert the Saviors before they catch her or decide to kill you.
You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to slow your pounding heart as every muscle in your body tensed. You felt your machete being yanked from your hand and watched as it was tossed several feet away. The sound of their heavy breathing seemed to surround you as the man’s voice spoke again.
“You stay here with her and find out where she’s from. Daryl and I are going to chase the other one down. If she tries to run, you know what to do.”
The barrel of the gun was replaced with the cold edge of a blade against the side of your neck. As the two men ran off towards the buildings, you chanced a look down at your leg. Judging by the amount of blood saturating your pants, you had a feeling the internal sutures were torn as well as the surface ones. The excruciating pain wasn’t helped by the fact that you were still on your knees. You shifted ever so slightly to move your weight to your left leg and were met with added pressure from the blade.
“He said don’t move. I’d listen if I were you.”
You sighed deeply and contemplated your options. Remaining silent was one of them, though it most likely wouldn’t help your situation. Pleading for mercy was another, but the thought of that alone made you cringe. Your ears perked at the sound of another piercing whistle echoing through the air, and you could’ve sworn you heard distant shouting.
Where are the fucking Saviors?
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Some Mad Hatter.
and Johnny >3.
Writing without music kind of gets me stuck. I don’t know what happens, I feel incomplete. The wrong type of music, however, throws me off. If, just like me, music is an important part of your writing process, this is the post for you.
Rainy Mood
Shower Time
Coffitivity
Soundrown
Noisli
Rainy Cafe
A Soft Murmur
Snowy Mood
- Journey
Night train
Night train with rain
Car ride
Car ride with rain
Airplane cabin
Pirate ship
Pirate ship with rain
Spaceship
- Nature
Garden
Swamp
Rainforest
Snow storm
Snow storm with fireplace
Winter wind
Winter waterfall
Beach
River
Desert with wind
Field
Underwater
Haunting storm
Cave water
- Places and events
Airport
Restaurant
City
Train station
Shopping mall
School
Convention center
Call center office
Fireworks
Liszt
Handel
Villa-Lobos
Mahler
Mussorgsky
Paganini
Clara Schumann
Robert Schumann
Haydn
G.P. da Palestrina
Rossini
Verdi
Chopin
Takemitsu
Salieri
Elgar
Debussy
Gershwin
Satie
Ghibli
Lord of the Rings
Skyrim
Pirates of the Caribbean
Harry Potter
Naruto and Naruto (villains)
Journey
Disney
Star Wars
The Terminator
The Last of Us
Cowboy Bebop
The Ring
Edward Scissorhands
Sleepy hollow
The Village
Until Dawn
Layers of Fear
Outlander
Downton Abbey
This War of Mine
Hunter x Hunter
Pride and Prejudice
Clannad
Marco Polo
House of the Flying Daggers
Baccano!
Somewhere in time
The Order
The Notebook
Final Fantasy X
Final Fantasy XIII
Van Helsing
Anno 1404
Jurassic Park
Lost
Titanic
The Last of the Mohicans
One Piece
I have this weird feeling that captain Barbosa would make excellent motivational speeches for shippers, I mean like could you imagine? Your ship’s seen better days, tptb have decided to play all their cards and free Calypso in an attempt to sink it, or you’re just sailing aimlessly with no hope of reaching canon-island. And then Barbosa is all like “ships be the symbol of freedom to do whatever the hell a shipper fancies”, “every ship has a cannon, and if it doesn’t - then what arrr you doing!?” and “as long as there be the sea beneath your boots, the wind in your beard, and the tide in your blood then a ship will always sail straight and true.”
“A shipper is their own captain, and the captain of that ship sails by no law but their own.”
Whose got the biggest cock in SAMCRO?
I’m betting Jax. Just the way he walks, I feel like it’s a safe bet he’s packin. He’s got that slight kinda limp like he’s trying to make room ya feel me 😏 Tiggy said that he’s big but you know how guys can be. Can’t trust their word when it comes to their own dick 🤐 He might be high up on the list though.
Im sure Juice has some decent girth as well though 🍆 Id say a draw between Jax and Juice.
Gemma also said Clays packin so I’m sure he’s up there as well.
Edit: Also Bobby but I don’t see him in that light 🙈 He’s too sweet to think of him with such thoughts.