(and then ill give commentary and post them [with an #nsfw tag])
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(i cant promise ill post them)
You know what yes I will do the this
They might get redirected to the shame blog if they’re filthy and depraved enough though so WATCH OUT
The young man stopped, eyebrows knitting together as he struggled to search for the right words. English was not his first language, nor was it his favorite. He could only form about half of a sentence at a time, a simple phrase, a greeting- but that was it.
Inga turned away from the dragon that she was tending to and raised both eyebrows, nearly holding her breath as she waited for Nitrox to possibly finish. It was rather exciting, she had been trying to teach him English for weeks now.
Inga grinned, encouraging him as he stuttered on. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, frowning. After a few moments of thinking, he looked at her again, seeming to perk up a bit.
“How are you?”
Inga let out a squeal of delight and threw her arms around the lemur man, nearly knocking him down but he managed to keep his balance enough to return the hug, albeit a bit confused, but at the same time, happy.
Though Inga was a strong girl, there was only so much she could take at once. For example, she could, by all means, NOT take being attacked by a rather tall, buff man with what seemed to be a motorcycle helmet on. Oh, did I mention he had some kind of tendrils swarming from his back?
Needless to say he had broken her ankle between the ground and his foot. The little alien screamed and clawed at the man as he lifted her by the hair, starting to drag her off to God knows where.
Though she wasn’t sure as to why, but the first name that came to mind was Josh. Josh, her first best friend, one of the few people that she held dear to her, despite the fact that they weren’t allowed to talk anymore.
Clawing at the man’s wrists, she screamed for Josh, kicking her feet despite the broken ankle that shot pain up her whole left side. The further they got from the park, the louder she yelled for her friend, until her voice became hoarse and her throat was most likely torn up.
She continued to scream until she had no voice at all, not even a whisper.
Josh never came.
Something was wrong- the Danish boy hadn’t seen his girlfriend in quite some time. It was unlike her to just wander off from the dorm for more than a few minutes, judging by the fact that everyone at the school horrified her and she preferred to stay in her room, aside from when she went to her classes.
It had been about twenty minutes now, when she left to go find something meager to eat, something that they could both share, and she had claimed that she would return shortly. Alas, the Italian ghost still hadn’t come back. Twitch fidgeted with his sleeves, eyes never leaving the door as he bit his lip between his teeth, growing more and more worried by the second.
So Twitch got up and left the dorm to search for her. He had this weird feeling nagging at the back of his head, like something wasn’t right. It made him uncomfortable, so he moved more quickly, breathing growing a bit heavy with fear at this point. Where was she, where was she, where wa-
There was his little Italian ghost, right in front of him. On the ground, laying on her side, curled in a position that was once in pain, but was now loose and limp. She was covered in some kind of substance that took a few minutes for Twitch to realize that was salt.
He had to register and dig around his head to remember the affect that salt had on ghosts. What was it that Tweeker said- immense pain? He couldn’t remember if she had said death.
He finally processed what was going on and rushed over to Juliet, dropping to his knees next to her and carefully turning her around onto her back and oh god she was covered in burn marks oh god she wasn’t moving, those lovely eyes of hers were closed and she wasn’t moving oh god oh god oh god
This would be the second time the young Danish boy had found his girlfriend dead.
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Cain had been working late at the hospital, due to some unfinished paperwork that the secretaries seemed to have missed, so he took it upon himself to fill it out. After scribbling in the last line, he glanced at the clock- almost three a.m. Mabel would be worried, not to mention awake, most likely. She had the habit of doing that, even before they started dating. She would stay up way passed midnight if he didn’t get home in time and nearly knock him down before he even got through the door all the way.
Grabbing his coat, keys, and umbrella, he locked his office up and made his way out of the hospital, opening the umbrella and walking down the street, shielded from the rain.
It was about a ten minute walk, which wasn’t too bad- he didn’t need a car when he lived so close to where he worked. After finally making it to their apartment, he unlocked the door and braced himself before stepping through, expecting Mabel to jump on him. She didn’t.
Cain was worried for a hot second until he saw her- she was huddled on the far end of the couch, knees drawn up to her chest, a bottle of alcohol in hand. He could tell she was crying, her shoulders were shaking. Almost instantly he dropped his things and rushed over, leaving the door open to bring cold air in.
“Mabel?” he questioned, crouching in front of her and gently touching her temple. He couldn’t see her face due to the fact that she had her head bowed and buried against her knees. “Mabel, please look up.”
So, she did. Her green eyes were glazed over from the affect of the alcohol, and red rimmed, and her face was stained with tears. She hiccuped slightly and wiped her cheek, mumbling a soft apology.
Cain lifted her chin a bit higher with a finger, frowning. “What happened?”
Mabel just shook her head, looking away. “Homesick,” she replied quietly.
Cain cupped her face in his hands gently, turning her head to face him again. “You are home,” he responded, giving her as much of a reassuring smile as he could muster up. She returned it, albeit a bit bitterly- but it was a smile regardless.
He kissed her softly, edging all the sadness away.
She tasted like peach Schnapps.