#//I completed the quest i wanted; i think imma try writings now

[dutybcrne]

I love the idea of Diluc and Addie, maybe Elzer, being the only ones who would KNOW immediately the difference between Kaeya and a doppelgänger by sheer grace of the fact that the Kaeya that reacts first to mere WORDS of them recounting a most embarrassing childhood tale would be enough of an indication

[keis-slut]

I’m so sorry if this is insane. I’ve been letting these ideas fester for WEEKS bc I’m actually feral for him rn

- i love the idea of the Hero, who risks his life every day to save Hyrule, stopping at a village or stable to help a girl with a silly side quest. He fights beasts many in the game could never dream of taking on, he has the world on his shoulders, but he’s still so kind and helpful. He takes care of people. so here’s my idea: Link completes a side quest for you, some kind of service. maybe he gathers you materials for a meal or tames a horse for you or fixes your wagon. you begin to connect & he opens up to you. when you learn the responsibilities he bears and the challenges he faces every day, you feel enormously indebted to him and want to repay him in some way 😮🤭 i imagine him in this scenario to be really subby, like you want to take care of him the way he takes care of everyone else. you want to put him first and praise him and … and hjgnngng

- Link feeling really horny after taking down an entire monster fortress 🫣

- something with a more ~lore accurate~ Link where he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t need to because he shows you exactly how he feels in other ways. And what if he’s quiet in bed too and it’s like.. a big deal to get him to moan. so you’re trying really hard to get him to make noise and lose composure

- HE LIKES HIS HAIR TO BE PULLED

OH MY GOD THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD WHAT???? it’s ok i like insane 😋🫰🏻

we love the lore accurate link, choosing to mostly write the last one bc i think it’s so hot for him to be quiet but like not quiet bc you get him to moan LIKE.

a little hint of the first one too bc imma try and make it fun but ANYWAY

i need him it’s bad i need to see this man come UNDONE.

-

silent|link

CW: ORAL, SLIGHT PRAISE, “GOOD BOY”

after just how much the hero has gone through, you wanted nothing more than to take care of him.

he was never open about what he wanted, and he would never even ask for anything either.

rather, he was such a silent and reserved person, you had to practically beg and pry him for a conversation when he’d return home.

now, this didn’t badly affect your relationship with him, only intrigued you more.

you knew why he was silent, he did tell you, and so you were understanding as well.

and, he showed his love and affection in other ways, like kind gestures or physical touch.

he definitely did talk, just not much.

and again, wanting so badly to return all of his kind gestures,

you gladly had him lay back on his pillow under you, only aiming to make him feel good tonight.

he had his hands petting your hair kindly, silently praising you for taking him so well.

his tip hit the back of your throat as your lips kissed his v-line, using your tongue to cup the underside of his cock in your mouth.

you held him there for a bit, treating him with your muscle as your cheeks sucked around him.

you so badly wanted to see him come undone, especially with just how quiet he was,

just imagine the sight.

and doing so only has you throbbing and clenching around absolutely nothing.

your hands gripped at his hips, your back arched and ass swaying as you whorishly sucked him off.

you did your best to get him to open his mouth, but all he did was buck his hips and clench his eyes shut, breathing heavily as his toned chest would rise and fall.

his head would loll back or to the side occasionally as his body started to twitch, feeling just how warm he was in your mouth.

your eyes wandered up to him, seeing as he cracked one of his open to look down at you.

catching his gaze slightly set him off, feeling him tremble just a bit more.

this made you smirk against him, pulling your mouth off with a slutty, wet pop.

you continued with your hand, your tongue dangling from your lips as some spit had still connected to his flushed tip.

you wanted him to crack, wanted him to lose his heroic composure so badly.

that was your ultimate goal, you needed it.

“cmon, let me hear you…”

you purr, licking the side of his cock as your hand held the base gently.

“link…”

you moaned, moving your body so your back arched further, taking only the tip in your mouth to give a few teasing licks.

“hylia, you’re so pretty…”

you said to him, his legs jerked slightly from underneath you, pressing your chest more into his thighs.

this gave you an idea, as you scoot yourself up and place your cleavage against the base of his cock, sticking your tongue out.

“c’mon, link, be a good boy…”

he was now staring down at you, his face glowing such a deep red, cheeks to the tips of his drooping ears.

his eyebrows furrowed as you took him in your mouth again, traveling your hands to his hips and gripping tightly again to hold him still.

you took him enough until your throat contracted, moaning against his cock.

this definitely brought something new out of link, hearing some kind of low noise in his throat just daring to come out.

you now felt yourself drip, you knew just how wet you were, seeing him like this already pleased you, maybe more than it should.

you began to go faster, and he jerked his hand to grip your hair again, causing you to whine loudly.

he brought his other hand to your head too, now pushing you farther onto him as spit pooled from your lips.

you could tell he was close, and you were close to getting what you wanted.

he started to tremble, his breathing getting caught in his throat, causing a heavy sigh to come through his nose.

your eyes flicker up at him as he never took his off your form.

you could hear him struggling to hold back, slight whining vibrating from his throat.

his hips jerked, and his cock suddenly hit the back of your throat making you gag, to which he then grabbed your head harder, and fucked upwards slightly.

he was trying so badly to get off, and you let him, hoping this would give you what you were waiting for.

his head is thrown back, mouth now hung open as he finally moaned loudly.

his body shook immensely as he let himself go, desperately shifting and grabbing at anything he could on your face.

he finally cried out, cracked whimpers spilling from his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

his body tensed with a loud whine, hand placed on top of your forehead as his head moved down again to look at you, and you felt how warm he was in your mouth.

taking a second to breath, you pull yourself off, him panting heavily as he stared down at you.

you smile up at him mischievously, and his mouth parts carefully.

you could tell he was incredibly embarrassed, but regardless,

“y-you…feel s’good…”,

he breathed.

[letterstojori]

5.24

Dear Jori,

Hi. I didn’t write yesterday. I was trying to but I fell asleep. I’m waiting for my TB test to be read and then I have to go get my physical. Yknow it’s kinda like a Zelda game and I have to complete all these side quests to get to Japan. Need a health screening but TB test is a prerequisite for that. Need my fingerprints. Need my passport. It’s kinda fun to think about even if it’s a chore to do.

I’m going to go to Illenium’s throwback set next Thursday! I’m really excited lol. Originally I wasn’t tryna drop 300 for a floor ticket at the chase center but he recently added the throwback set which is a lot cheaper. And my coworker is going so I can get a ride with her!

So here I am just waiting, scrolling on IG. Now I know what you mean by wanting to remove me cause it’s hard when that person keeps popping up. I guess it was easier after the “closure talk” because you weren’t streaming and you don’t post much. But now your story is always the first one that shows up and I see it and it hurts a little each time. But then I see things outside of social media sometimes (or even in it) that reminds me of you and makes me smile. I wonder if you ever feel the same way.

Lmao it’s the video of your sleeping position and what it says about you. I had wanted to send this to you.

I feel better than I did last week. I was sad because it felt like I didn’t have a plan. Now there’s a plan and I know there’s no guarantee at all. No idea how you’ll feel or how I’ll feel in a year. And so maybe in a year if the first step doesn’t go so well, I won’t be as sad. Maybe I’m dumb for thinking that far ahead but I think it’s be even more dumb to not at least try. I am no longer officially waiting for you. But future me is gonna win the heart back of the Jori that you become. So enjoy your villain era mister, cause some day imma be the hero that sweeps you off your feet.

Gahh I’m so lame. Haha.

And in the mean-time, just get ready for my next adventure and continue working on myself. It’s the ending of the Rocketship arc and beginning of Japan arc lesgooo.

Always wishing you the very best,

-bearbear

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Only a Girl (Holy, Part 2.)

Series description: Your bestie Kim was a free-spirited person who wasn’t exactly concentrated on finding herself a partner. Yet one day, she recieves a phone number and this time, you didn’t want to keep the person on the other end hanging. And so, you text them, no matter who they are.

Part summary: There was a lot of misunderstanding in the last few days - which lead everyone into thinking that you were more or less obsessed with Stanley Barber.

A/N: I know that I’ve done this with Whatsapp series already but... This just seemed like a super-sweet idea for a closeted queer Sydney is.

Word count: 2.5 K

Tagging: @nemodoren​ @deadpoolcouldshootme​

Sydney’s tape: go fuck yourself

Series masterlist: H E R E

Being the fucking coward you were, you didn't respond to the text. To divert your attention, you went for a shower and then to snuggle with Mr. Skittles, who still kind of didn't get over the part where you almost stumbled over him.

You passed the test, to your surprise. You couldn't pay attention to a single word you've been writing on the exam sheet because one particular head with curly hair was making you focus on something else entirely. Stan Barber was in the said class with you, sitting just a few chairs away from you.

As usual, he was wearing his sunglasses - yet this time, he was writing down the words as if he was trying to surpass the Guinness' record of the fastest writing in history.

Again, you found yourself on kind of an edge. You wanted to ask him about the number. And fuck, you were curious about who the hell was his friend since you've never seen him outside school or his part-time job. But you didn't have enough nerve for that. Like a coward, eh? Yet Stan was quick enough to see that you were staring at him during the entirety of said exam and the rest of the class.

"What?" - The boy snapped suddenly, widening his eyes under the sunglasses. His hand quickly put his curls to place, rearranging them to look a bit more handsome since you were talking to him before he tried something similar to a smile. - "Do I have something on my shirt? Or did you suddenly realized how deeply you've fallen in love with me?" - His eyebrows arched as he leaned down to your desk. Stanley was using a shit ton of deodorants. Holy fuck.

And about that remark regarding you falling in love with him... That was nothing to worry about. He usually said weird shit like that. And the higher he got, the weirder the shit got.

"Keep on fucking dreaming, Barber." - A mutter came back as you grinned, picking your stuff from your desk. - "I was just spacing out and your damn head is right in front of me." - With a sweet smile, you thought you had knocked Stan off his feet, not literally of course, yet the boy wasn't giving up just yet. - "Oh, so you are in love with me. You hadn't said anything against it, so..." - Stanley shrugged his shoulders, grinning at you even more widely.

"I did say something." - You furrowed, having Stan hooked on the small talk, which wasn't happening every day. - "Keep on fucking dreaming, Barber." - You winked at the boy, fired at him from a finger gun, and then you turned on your heels and disappeared in the crowd of people.

You set on a new personal quest for another couple of days - you were trying to spot any suspicious activity going on with Barber... Which just meant that you tried to find out who is he friends with. Yet the level of Stanley Barber small talking to almost everyone to whom he was dealing was too hard for you. It was hard to keep track so you gave up even before the holiday started. Yeah, you were kind of lazy sometimes.

The holiday came in way quicker than you hoped it would. Well... It was starting just three days after the big exam, so you should've seen this coming, but you were surprised nonetheless.

The preparations were completed - Kim has prepared some meat for the grill, Aaron and his boyfriend took care of the alcohol and other illegal instances and you baked some cupcakes. Which, in your opinion, were the absolute peak of deliciousness.

Also, when it came to Aaron's boyfriend, you still didn't know his actual name - but because of the similarity, you all decided to call him Brock, like the Pokemon guy. Aaron was quite big when it came to every animated series ever made. When your holy trinity friendship had started back on elementary school, he was the one to call Kim 'miss Possible' - because of her name and the fact she shared a Kim Possible's most dramatic feature. The hair.

If you were naïve enough to hope to spend a load of fun time with your friends, you were very wrong. Aaron brought Brock with him and Kim, to everyone's surprise, brought one of her ladies with her. She had never done that before, but as they say, there's this first time for everything. Sure, the poor girl was most likely just another one-to-three nightstand, but you and Aaron made sure you're acting your fucking best around Kim's prey. But she wasn't as important for you to remember her name.

Even the first day in the cabin was quite nice. You fooled around for a while, grilled some of the meat Kim had prepared, and set on a long-ass hike through the woods around the cabin. But the other day... Oh boy...

It started with some cooking and beers. When that was done, boys put down a bottle of vodka in front of you, making everyone have at least one shot. And then another one... And another one. It was around an hour ago when Kim and her lady had disappeared somewhere - and wherever they were, you were sure about the things these two were up to. And no offense, but you didn't plan on witnessing any of it.

It wasn't that you would be disgusted or anything like that, but Kim was your bestie since your kindergarten days. And you weren't planning on seeing your best friend's face in someone else's coochie. No, thank you. So you sat in the main living room with Aaron and Brock as you listened to Brock playing his guitar.

About Aaron... He wasn't the smartest to start the conversation. But he never had grades worse than C, that needed to be at least mentioned. And when he started seeing some boy, well, these boys were very smart. Usually, they could do something artistic. Brock could play guitar and his ex-boyfriend was a passionate cellist. Aaron wouldn't say it out loud, but he was a quarterback who had a soft spot for artists. Which was a thing you secretly adored about your best friend?

"And then he... Man, you're not listening." - Aaron sat up suddenly, making you blink a few times in distress. Until then, he was laying with his head on your lap, telling you some story or what. But now, he was staring you dead in the eyes. - "Spill the tea, I've noticed you're different since last Sunday." - Sometimes, you wished for Aaron being the stereotypical gay friend, mainly because of the vocabulary used in so many shows. Yet your Aaron was way better than some random Netflix dude.

"I don't know what you're talking about." - You answered honestly, putting his hand back on your lap as if he was a small baby. Brock straightened up and put his guitar away, watching as you and his boyfriend chattered. - "I'm normal. As normal as I usually am." - "I've heard that you're in love with Stanley Barber, eh?" - Aaron asked almost innocently. For a moment, your face was projecting the empty feeling that struck you at the moment. That was a second lasting state before the panic overtook you.

"What the fuck? I am... I'm not in love with Stan. I've talked to him once after the biology exam and now we're having a wedding? Or..?" - Okay, maybe you were a bit overreacting with that, throwing your hands around, trying to make sense out of that shit. You could try to find out who started to spread this rumor, but it could be even Stanley himself. Which wouldn't surprise you one bit, to be honest? - "No. But you know... People noticed that you were stalking him and..." - Aaron suggestively rolled his eyes, making your mouth open even wider. - "I wasn't stalking Stanley... I... It wasn't like that at all."

You could barely defend yourself against these allegations. The facts clearly showed you watching the poor, unknowing boy almost every day of the last week... To find out who was this mysterious friend. You weren't watching Stan stalk him. But if you'd try to explain this in its entirety, starting from the concert, it would sound ridiculous. And on top of that, almost everyone was pretty drunk. Not like bat shit drunk, but you were more cheerful than normal.

"So you're saying you have your reasons and you're not secretly dating Stanley Barber, the rock king of our high school?" - Aaron looked you in the eyes again as you started to play with his hair again. - "I have my reasons and I wish I could date Stan." - You sighed back dramatically, grinning in the process. - "Stanley is a cool dude. I spent some time with him in the summer since I was at the bowling alley almost every day." - Brock spoke out suddenly. Oh, no. He thought you don't like Stan. But it wasn't like that either. As you previously said, you had a neutral relationship with the young dealer.

"I mean, yea, he's cool - but not 'I would date the hell out of him' type of cool." - That was what you thought about Stanley. He was a cool dude - but it was pretty hard to imagine him dating someone. Let alone dating you. - "Imma be hanging out on the porch if you'd be looking for me." - You whispered and patted Aaron's shoulder, picking yourself up as you left the interior of the cabin to be alone for a moment. With chips in one hand and a beer can in the second one, you turned at your friends for one last time as you heard Brock calling out to you.

"I didn't mean to offend you. It's just... I was just asking, you know that, right, Jessie?" - Oh, you're asking what Jessie's about, hm? When you were going to elementary school, you loved the Pokemon series playing on the TV. You wanted to be Jessie desperately - she had such a cool hair in your opinion. Aaron took the role of James since he was just as dumb as he was. And since there weren't any other roles, Kim took the role of Meowth before Aaron started calling her Kim Possible. You could be the Golden trio as well, but... You weren't into Harry Potter as much as you were into Pokemon, honestly. And from time to time, when Aaron felt that you're mad with him, he used the old elementary school nicknames.

"Not at all, James. I just need some fresh air." - You sent a wink his way, leaving the cabin. You sat down on the porch just as you told Aaron you were about to. So the whole school was under the impression that you're in love with Barber. Well, that was just great. You hoped that Stanley never gets to know about this so you wouldn't have to face some very unpleasant consequences of this made-up story. On the other hand, it was an even bigger failure than you hoped it was. Not only you didn't know who was this secret friend of his, but you were now dating Stanley as well.

And since you set your mind on the friend and you were quite drunk at the moment, you pulled your phone out and looked at the last text you've received from the number.

(Unknown number): Yea, there is. And you are? Where did you get this number?

It was your time to respond. This time, you were almost cool about it, which was most likely caused by the alcohol ravaging your veins. For a moment, you just sat there in the warm September air and watch what the forest was doing. This weather, in Aaron's opinion, was the best one of the whole year. The quarterback hated both hot and cold weather - now, he could wear only his football jacket, a t-shirt, and some pants, not being bothered by being cold or hot, because the weather was a-ok. Kim, as could be expected, loved the hottest summer days - those days when she could pack her shit and peep on a bunch of girls and boys on the public pool. Usually, she took you with her to have a look too, but you usually just tanned.

You: Lovely weather today, whaddya say? How have you been today?

Sydney was laying on her bed with a book thrown on the messy desk. She put earphones on, putting on some of the music Stanley had recommended to her and currently, she was trying to fall asleep. Liam was finally asleep too and her mom had another shift at the bistro. If Syd was right, her mom was about to come home around eleven p.m. Three hours to go, then. When her damned phone beeped all of a sudden, she opened her eyes and looked onto the ceiling before closing her eyes again.

Fuck people. Now, she was in her personal space and she was chilling. No-one, except Liam, was allowed to disturb her. And the text was most likely from Stanley anyway - and she wasn't really in the mood to chat with Stan at the moment. Yet, let's face it, humans are naturally curious creatures. I took her twenty minutes before she glanced over the screen of her old, barely working phone. And the fact it wasn't Stanley took her breath away.

It was the strange number again. This particular person had texted her before and they were, for the better part, pretty weird. No introduction, no clue of who they've been or what did they want. Sydney didnt even know where the fuck did they found her number in the first place. Sure, she tried to pass her number to Kim Miller, a girl going to the same high school, but that failed miserably. Whether Stanley lost her number, or didnt give it to her, she didn't know. One thing she did know - she didn't want this to repeat at all. Strangely enough, as long as the person wasn't rude or weird, she was fine with texting them back. In the end, it was just like when kids entered anonymous chatrooms for fun, wasn't it?

You: I like the clouds today. Pink's a cool color. And I've been fine, feels good to have some time to chill finally. Wbu?

After that, she picked the book again and changes the casette to a different mix of songs. This was more girly and calm, to say the least. It was relaxing enough to listen to while reading a book. And yea - a smile creeped on her face when she saw the screen lit up once more.  

[daydreams-and-shortattentionspan]

Run For Your Money

A/N: I know I was supposed to post this last week, I just didn’t know what exact to write. I’m so sorry. But imma make it up to y’all.

Pairings: Tony Stark x (Y/N) Rhodes (platonic friendship), James Rhodes x Black Reader (Siblings)

Warnings: Cursing(?), Unwanted Touching

Words: 1.5k

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“Ugh if I look at another word on this screen I think my eyeballs are gonna fall out,” you said in mock despair. Hoping to get some type of reaction you turn around and find Tony still in his own little world working on yet another project. You groan loudly with actual despair; you had been using the archives -that would be at the library in physical form, but are all at your fingertips thanks to Tony having basically everything ever written in digital form- for hours to write your thesis for your masters and honestly a sweet, slow painful death would have been more fun than writing this damned thing. Tony allowed you to use whatever you needed and you could have easily gone to the living room to write all this but you had told him you’d much rather sit in his lab with him because you liked the company and you secretly enjoyed his taste in music. Thus your current predicament of tired eyes, aching back, and now growling stomach.

“Tony,” you called hoping to get his attention, to no avail; you get nothing in response.

“Tony!” you yelled a little louder. ‘He’s gotta be able to hear that’ you thought. Yet again… No response, grabbing your pen from the small desk behind you and flinging it at him and successfully hitting him in the head, he looks at the ceiling in confusion.

“Is there a leak?” he had questioned still staring at the ceiling and rubbing the back of his head.

“No you idiot, it was me. I’m hungry,” you said dryly. He said nothing at first, he looked to be thinking,“Burgers?” he had simply asked pointing the screw driver he was holding at you.

“Pizza.” you answered.

“Delivery?” he had asked starting to ask JARVIS to get food delivered.

“No!” you had groaned,“I need fresh air and so do you.”

He opened his mouth to deny it, before he could start you cut him off,“When was the last time you were outside and there wasn’t something threatening our planet?” Your question caused him to immediately close his mouth, you smirked knowingly, starting to put your shoes - that you had kicked off at some point to get comfortable and focus more- on.

“C’mon, I know a good spot not that far from here.” you said as you stood.

“I guess I could get some ‘fresh air’,” he said while using air quotes,” not like that exists in New York,” He had murmured that last part but you had heard; you rolled your eyes playfully,“JARVIS needs this new update I just finished.”

Jarvis replied instantly “Thank you, Sir.”

“Yeah, take the night off buddy.” He replied nonchalantly.

“See? This is a sign for you to get your ass out of here for a while,” you had playfully teased him and began your trek up the stairs and to the elevators; Tony close behind you, grabbing whatever shoes were near the elevator doors slipping them on with no socks. ‘White people,’ you had thought, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I know, right?” he mocked in fake disgust, genuine smile plastered on his face, indicating you did not say that in your head. It was good to see him actually happy after all the things he’d been through recently. It was like he was a danger magnet. While you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the zip up hoodie he was throwing your way and that had landed on your face. Taking it off in confusion you glanced at the window behind you and noticed that it was dark outside. Raising your eyebrows in confusion, you graciously put the jacket on knowing it would be cold out there. As soon as you slipped your arm in the final sleeve, the elevator dinged; indicating the it had arrived and you both stepped inside.

“So how’s the thesis going Mini Rhodey?” he asked while pressed the button commanding the elevator to head towards the ground floor thus beginning your descent.

“Ugh I don’t even wanna talk about that right now. And don’t call me that, I hate that nickname,” you groaned feigning mock despair again.

“What? Why? Rhodey loves that nickname!”

“Yeah because he’s older! And only by a couple years!”

“And?”

“And it makes him sound like my dad.” you replied in mock disgust.

“Or you’re being dramatic.”

“Aren’t I always?” you replied striking a silly pose. The elevator dinged once again and the doors opened immediately. You both stepped out and made your way out the building; Tony pulling on his hood to avoid any questions about the Avengers or Iron Man by anyone waiting outside the building. Successfully dodging that non-existent bullet, you began your quest for food.

“How’s Pepper?” You had asked trying to make the trip shorter by filling it with conversation and life updates.

“She’s good, running a huge company rather successfully,” he replied, full of pride over her.

“Mhmm, like some I know should have been doing,” you replied boldly, only playing around and bringing his ego down only slightly. He faked a painful expression while holding his heart.

“Ouch (Y/N), just ouch,” he said, you simply shrugged and raised your hands in fake surrender.

“Where is this place any way?” he said looking at his surroundings in wonder, like he had never seen this place before walking slowly.

“We are literally right around the corner, and it’s faster and cheaper than getting delivery, rich boy.” you replied grabbing his hand and practically dragging him to the restaurant.

Just as you said, about ten more minutes of walking and you had arrived at Joe’s Pizza. You two had entered the establishment and began to get warm from all the people inside. You had told Tony to find a place for you two to sit while you got the food. Quickly grabbing your food and drinks, you found your way to Tony and began to chow down.

“So you wanna talk about that masters yet?” he had asked in between bites of his pizza. You sighed and simply shook your head, mouth full of food.

“You’re gonna have to talk about it at some point.”

“Yeah I know,”sighing sadly again,” It’s just so nerve wracking and I need a distraction from it before I die of stress,” you said, semi-jokingly to hide your stress; picking at a piece of cheese off the side of your pizza. Tony had looked at you with sad and understanding eyes.

“Well,” you looked up at him,” This is the most delicious distraction I’ve had,” he said before taking a comically huge bite of his pizza, stuffing his face. You chuckled at his successful attempt at making you feel better.

You both stayed there a few minutes longer after having finished. Joking about anything and everything you possibly could, holding your stomach from laughing so hard. This is exactly what you needed; you felt refreshed and ready to head back to more hours of sitting on your ass and reading millions of words. You both felt it was time to head back so you grabbed your belongings and trash and made your way back.

You were so close to the building, finally opening up about what your thesis was about; totally lost in the conversation, when you suddenly felt a hand swat your ass, stopping you completely. Swinging around you saw a man looking at you with an evil like in his eyes and a disgusting smirk plastered on his face, almost looking proud of what he had done.

“What?” Tony had asked looking back.

“That dick just smacked my ass!” you had replied angrily.

“Hey asshole!” he had stopped and turned completely around at the sound of Tony’s voice. Smirk still in place, he slowly started making his way back to where you and Tony stood on the busy sidewalk.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you better apologize before you get your ass handed to you,”yo said, trying to hold back the rage burning in your chest.

“And who’s gonna hand it to me?” the man replied smugly.

“Me,” Tony said, taking off his hoodie. You looked at him in confusion, wondering how the hell he was gonna fight this huge Vin Diesel wannabe with his own strength or without his suit seeing as JARVIS was most likely still updating.

“Oh yeah Iron Man? Bring it then,” almost immediately, Tony punched the man square in the jaw, taking him by surprise. Making the man angry, he charged toward Tony and punched him in the nose, causing Tony to fall flat on his ass. The big man laughed in victory, angering you further, causing you to walk up to him and punch him right in his stomach causing him to double over in pain. You grabbed the back of his head and bashed it against your knee. He howled in pain. You stepped back trying to see what his next move was. He stood, face cover in blood, he had started to make his way over to you somewhat stumbling. You dropped and swept your leg beneath him knocking the man over swiftly onto his back. You stepped over his body and punched the man directly in the nose with all the strength, knocking the man unconscious surely from the unbearable pain. You adjusted the hoodie and turned too see Tony -eyes wide and mouth agape- looking like a fish out of water. You extended your hand to help him up, he took it slowly getting up; still looking at you in awe. You ignored the crowd that had surrounded you that you figured at some point wanted to see the spectacle but you hadn’t noticed. You pushed your way through, Tony close behind still stunned from the events that had just occurred. You both walked into the building and directly into the elevator that was waiting for you.

“How the hell did you do that??” he questioned you immediately.

“Boy, do you not know who my brother is? Do you not know I train with Nat some weekends?” you replied nonchalantly.

“Well,” he said, eyebrows raised,”you’re about to give Romanoff and Rhodey a run for their money.”

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Taglist: @oceanscorazon @snazzyjazzytrash

[thots4daze]

My Boy - Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Hey hey heyyyyyy y’all~! guess what i started and finished tonight?! that’s right, a one shot

BOOM go me~! i did have inspiration and help from @summon-the-stars and @supern-a-vengers

aside from language - cause i use the word FUCK a lot, this is your only warning for that . . . also also i listened to billie eilish “my boy” on repeat for the ENTIRETY of writing this . . . which was like, a total of 2+ hours eeeep

soooo, enjoy y’all!

MY BOY - OIKAWA TOORU x fem!READER 

its almost gender neutral, but i think i fucked up and wrote “she/her” in some places sooooo, imma be safe and say fem! reader 

It was no secret that Oikawa Tooru, THE Oikawa Tooru, the King of the court and volleyball all-star, Oikawa Tooru, who was the bane of every guy’s existence and every girl’s wet dream; was a serial dater. If that was even a thing.

He probably went through girls faster than he does hair product. Though that didn’t seem to stop girls from throwing themselves at his feet, wishing, hoping, wanting . . . begging, to be his next victim. You were the exception. If exceptions still craved for attention from said serial dater. The only difference was, you knew better! Or at least you liked to think so.

Other members of the same sex, hell, even those of the opposite, would shoot you nasty glances anytime the king would waltz through the halls, or classes, or the court. And while everyone else around you were hurling their bodies down before him, you stood erect and just . . . watched on. With what you hoped was an indifferent stare. 

No matter what was going on, Oikawa Tooru attempted to gain your attention, if even for a short while. To have everyone else around him be so smitten and caught up in his presence definitely did a number to his ego. Iwaizumi has always made sure he was aware. And he was. He was no idiot. Not by a long shot. Though the majority of the time he couldn’t stand all the attention on him for his looks alone, he still craved to have it. And from everyone. And that meant you too. And since he wasn’t gaining it, it really burst his bubble.

So, when the Seijoh Squad was having a small gathering, there at their usual lunch table, and Makki and Mattsun brought up the ideas of completing dares for the month, Oikawa snapped his head up from his hands and looked at the meme duo with intrigue.

My boy's being sus

“Go on~” he practically purred. The others just glanced at one another before smirks of their own crawled onto their faces. And if he wasn’t so interested, he might have been a little apprehensive of the whole situation.

“We have to ask out someone, of the other’s choosing of course. And date until the end of the month. The one who can last the longest wins.”

“What do I win?”

“Who says you’re gonna win?” Makki quested pointedly at his captain.

“Psht, please. Have you seen me?” Iwaizumi just shoved his hand in his best friends face and pushed, “You can’t keep a relationship together for longer than a week, let alone a month.”

“Wahhh, Iwa-chan, so brutish. You’ll never keep a girl like that~”

“Having a relationship doesn’t sound all that difficult,” Mattsun voiced out loud, ignoring the other two completely. The others thought about it and agreed.

“Obviously, we’d have to make it public - dates, with pictures. And the occasional hand holding and kissing - that would have to be a must . . .” Makki continued to ramble on under his breath, but just loud enough for the others to hear and agree.

Oikawa was busy staring at you from across the lunch hall, chatting it up with your friends. You were quite popular among the students of Aoba Johsai. Straight marks on everything, leading position in your club. You were cute to boot. Even Oikawa could admit to that. So, when he let out a sigh, his next words trailed after without a second thought, “What about a trophy.” It was more a statement than a question.

The boys around him raised their brows in silent questioning. Snapping out of his daze, but only a fraction, Oiukawa continued, “Ya know, a trophy. Of a conquest.” When the others still didn’t speak up he rolled his eyes, “Undergarments?”

“Ohhhh.” It hit them like a truck. A deep blush crossing each of their features. And then it was settled. Of course, the “trophies” idea was thrown out immediately by Iwa, who announced that if it were to become a thing, he was going to personally kill each and every one of them. No more talk of “trophies” was ever spoken again.

The boys knew of your denial of Oikawa in the past and felt that you were the perfect target for this lil dare. One, you wouldn’t easily fall for his shit and two, that because of that he would be out first. It was a win-win in their eyes. So, at the end of the day, when Oikawa walked into your club room; sauntering the way he does, you didn’t think twice.

“Here for another victim, Oikawa?” You mused, looking up at him through long lashes. Cheeks a little flushed, hair disheveled, and your uniform top rumpled up. There was a heat wave passing through this season and it was killer - especially in the afternoons when you had club meetings in the older buildings on the outskirts of the campus where the AC was constantly on the fritz.

His tongue darted out to lick the seam of his velvet lips. The heat slowly getting to him as he took in your features. You were so much prettier in close proximity. However, your little jab at him brought him back down to earth and with a well placed smile, that everyone took for genuine, he replied, “Why, Y/N, you wound me~ I was just swinging by to see if you would like to walk home after clubs over?”

You were at a loss for words and only managed to glare at him slightly, still being wary of his intentions. But nodded anyways. You weren’t going to flat out deny a chance to spend time with the handsome captain. Are you crazy?

“Great!” He beamed, “Just swing by the gym when you’re done here and we can head out. Later, Y/N-chan~” with a blown kiss, he was out the door and around the corner outta view. The rest of the club that was there were just staring between the door way and you standing there like an idiot. Some of the members even went to work texting out to everyone the situation that just took place. Oikawa Tooru was showing interest in you. And you didn’t shoot him down. The world was coming to an end.

He walked you home, like he promised, stopping at the corner store on the way and purchasing some cold drinks for you to enjoy in the simmering heat. Granted, the sun had set by now, but the heat lingered and it was sticky. Conversations ebbed and flowed easily enough and you soon find yourself melting into his charm and charisma. He was cute and funny and smart. Who would have known? The evening ended with him walking you all the way to your door, before planting a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips and then waving goodnight with that same smile from earlier. And from that moment, you knew you were gone.

--- X ---

Over the past month, your relationship with Tooru grew. Yes, relationship. Yes, Tooru. It was strange, you couldn't get over the thought that this was happening. You were happy, he was happy and you enjoyed every minute of it.

 He was shady enough

At the beginning you were skeptical, especially when he asked you out, in front of everyone. You tentatively accepted but at the back of your mind you knew that it was only going to be for a day or two - so you didn’t do anything different than your normal routine. And so when Tooru would come around to try to be a loving boyfriend, it threw you for a loop. Once one day turned to one week and then to two - you had found yourself sliding into the relationship easier than you would have thought. 

You enjoyed it. You enjoyed him. Cute lil cafe dates - which weren’t really your scene before - somehow became something you looked forward to with him. Pictures taken together were always a must. And of course he always wanted to make sure that you both looked the most perfect you could. When you went to post the picture, he stopped you with a firm grip to your wrist, “Tooru?” You looked at him with a questioning expression.

But now he's just a shadow

“Oh, sorry, Y/N-chan~ I just don’t want my fan club to see and then flock here. Then our lovely date would have to be rushed and over waaaay too quickly.” He let go of your wrist once his plight was heard. Slowly you nodded, that made sense. So, you complied and continued on with your date. A nagging feeling presenting itself in the back of your mind.

My boy loves his friends like I love my split ends

Since the start of the relationship, you noticed that him and his friends didn’t spend too much time together - outside of practise, that is. Which struck you as odd. Thinking back on it, and looking around the lunch hall, you spotted the boys with their new relationships. It was uncanny for all of them to be in relationships at the same time. Normally it was just Oikawa, and then the occasional thought that would float around that Makki and Mattsun were a thing - but obviously not, with the way Mattsun has his tongue down some girl’s throat.

And by that I mean

But since this whole . . . thing started, he hasn’t spent any time away from you. Other than when it’s called for [i.e. home, bathroom breaks, classes etc.] and while you’re appreciative of all the attention you’re receiving from your boyfriend, something seems off.

He cuts em off

The nagging thoughts that he was just going to go through you like all the others before you flashed through your mind and didn’t seem to want to leave as you sat there on your bed. Homework was strewn across the comforter of your bed. Trying to focus on anything other than the negative thoughts of Oikawa Tooru was futile at this point. Music flowed softly from your laptop speakers on your desk to the left of you, but you were too caught up in the confusion to pay any mind to the song, let alone the lyrics. Just that it was smooth.

My boy, my boy, my boy Don't love me like he promised My boy, my boy, my boy He ain't a man and sure as hell ain't honest

Eventually, you push the thoughts to the back of your mind to deal with another time. Final exams were coming up and it wouldn’t do you any good to worry about something that’s obviously not an issue. So, after gathering up all your materials and placing them on your desk, you turn to the laptop making sure to close the music player, noticing the song as you do so. “Hmm, ‘my boy’.”

Sooner rather than later, having slipped into the sheets, sleep takes you and you dream of Tooru. The serial dater.

My boy's being sus and he don't know how to cuss

The next morning, he wasn’t there to walk you to school like he had for the past couple of weeks. You thought it was odd, but didn’t dwell too long. Spring prelims were upon you and you must have not heard him when he said extra practices. Right? Yeah, that must be it.

Making your way to school, you were early enough to stop by the corner store and grab some milk bread for Tooru. He’d be so excited that you got it for him and for breakfast no less. You couldn’t help but let the giggle that was bubbling inside out. You could just picture it now. And it was cute.

It didn’t take much longer after purchasing the food that you were on school grounds and letting your feet take you directly to the gym where you could hear the echoing of volleyballs and the screeching of sneakers on freshly polished wood planks as the team was running drills. It warmed your heart to know that your team was kicking ass and taking names - working their asses off to compete and be at the top.

“Maybe I should make some snacks next time and bring ‘em for the whole team?” Your musings were for nobody but yourself as you walked through the open gym doors. Everyone was busy and so no one took any notice of you entering. Which was fine by you. No need to interrupt their practice just to give Tooru some food.

Looking around you noticed that the other third year’s significant others were nowhere to be found and something in you vibrated. Like the kind of unsettling vibrations where when your standing on a ladder and someone comes around and shakes the base.

Scanning the gym your eyes lock onto their target of fluffy chestnut hair. Regardless of the sweat he’s probably covered in, his hair manages to stay put. For the most part at least. He’s standing off to the side with other third years, rubbing their faces with towels and taking swigs from their water bottles - just taking a small break.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach eases a tad bit as you begin making your way to him. ‘Maybe just to say hey, good morning and a kiss? Yeah, that wouldn’t be too distracting.’ With a steely resolve you continued on your way, making a beeline to get to him and the others. His back was to you and the others didn’t seem to notice your presence at first, so when you heard them talking, you decided to listen in. Curiosity and all.

He just sounds like he's tryna be his father (who are you?)

“Alright boys~” Oikawa cooed like the cat that got the cream. They all groaned in unison as if this wasn’t going to happen. “Fess up, I won.” He stood their victoriously, hands on his hips, a towel draped over his left shoulder. 

Iwa rubbed his hands over his warmed and tinted face, practice had already been brutal for the wing spiker and it was only going to get worse knowing that he, they, were going to have to admit that their captain was a winner. And he, and the others, were not thrilled with this.

So, he opted for what he normally does in these annoying Oikawa situations. He brought his fist down on the top of his head, “Shut it, Trashykawa!” Makki and Mattsun couldn’t stifle their grins, let alone their laughs.

My boy's an ugly crier 

“WAAHHHHH~! Iwa-chan! You’re so meeeeeeeean! That’s why you lost the dare! Your little cutie of an arm piece couldn’t stand your brutish ways!” Which earned him another fist to the head, and more tears to flow from his beautiful eyes. Eyes that you were now privileged to see since arriving that morning.

“Dare?”

“Uh, oh. . .” the meme duo, did everything in unison and at this moment, that didn’t change.

“Arm piece?” Every word outta your mouth just brought more and more confusion to your already fried brain. You couldn’t think properly.

But that all changed as soon as Oikawa made a move to get to you. As soon as he reached out to grab your arm, to try and touch you, to make you understand, to listen to him, it all clicked. All of it. Every little moment with you was a farce. A joke. You were a joke to him and his friends.

“Y/N, please listen.” No -chan. There wasn’t a shred of adoration nor affection in his voice like there had been just 12 hours prior to this conversation. Well, less of a conversation and more of him trying to talk to someone who has astral projected themselves outta this situation.

but he's such a pretty liar

“It’s not what you think.”

Liar.

“It wasn’t a dare, not at all . . .” he was struggling to find the right words to bring this conversation to a close as quickly and painlessly as possible. At least on his part. Liar.

“Yeah, it was more of a bet,” Makki interjected. Even though you were hurting, he was going to get his kicks in at his captain. It just happened to be at your expense.

“Makki!” Iwaizumi jumped at his friend, trying to get him to read the fucking room. 

“A bet? A fucking bet?” At the sound of your low tone rising, Oikawa had to flinch at the noise. This was not going to be pleasant.

“What? You bet that you could woo me and get in my pants? Or, or maybe that you could wrap me around your finger and then humiliate me in front of the school when you broke it off? Get me to make a scene and have me kicked from my position in club?”

“No, nothing like that. . . not exactly.”

“Then what?! What was the fucking purpose!” You were livid. Causing the very scene you accused him of making you commit and if you weren’t so pissed, you would have berated yourself for playing right into it.

At this point the other teammates had halted their practice. Coach had gone off to his office, you supposed, since he wasn’t shouting at everyone to continue and you to leave. But you honestly couldn't be bothered. There wasn't anything he could do or say - that anyone could - that would get you to calm down and leave without getting answers.

“I thought you broke it off with her yesterday?” Mattsun mused from behind them all. His towering frame above the lot of you. His eyes betraying nothing. He wasn’t asking or musing out loud to be rude, it was just who he was. But it still pissed you off.

Oikawa turned slightly away from you to be in view of everyone, “Well, I just never got around to it you know?” He finished with a small, small chuckle. Fixing you with a look that spoke to a different side of Oikawa Tooru.

“Ever the fucking showman.” With that you turned on your heel and walked out of the gym, shoulders back and squared, head high and a trembling lip.

And by that I mean he said he'd "change"

You kept going, only stopping when you got to the club room, no one there that early to bother you. Sinking to the floor, back pressed to the closed door, memories swim through your head as you thought back on the past month. All you time spent with him. How he promised, at the beginning, this was going to be different than his other relationships. You had to laugh out loud at that statement now. He wasn’t wrong.

A few stray tears left your eyes as you sniffed, rubbing them dry and pushing up off the ground. Today was going to be a shitty day.

And as if you were blessed with the clairvoyant gift of foresight, you called it. The whole rest of the day was nothing but whispers among your classmates about how Oikawa had dumped you at practice this morning. And those that didn't know about the breakup - how could you not? - put two and two together when they saw Oikawa flirting it up with the second year cheer captain.

The face you wore betrayed nothing to the masses. They speculated all they wanted, however, it was so far from the truth that you didn’t feel the need to correct them.

My boy, my boy, my boy Don't love me like he promised My boy, my boy, my boy He ain't a man and sure as hell ain't honest

So, the rest of the year came and went without a hitch. With it the changing seasons and graduation ceremonies were taking place across the Sendai region. Once that paper was placed in your well manicured hands you were elated.

--- X ---

University started and orientation came and went in the blink of an eye. You adjusted to the life easily. There were hardly any familiar faces from high school there with you. You were able to start anew - without the curse of Oikawa following you.

Well, you had hoped.

Oikawa Tooru stood there in the doorway of your first class of the day, of the year. He looked around the room, “Probably scoping out his next prey,” you muttered to the girl next to you, a friend that lived in the same dorm as you, a door down. She giggled and stared at the volleyball player. Cause that had to be how he got here. Scholarship.

You shake your head no, you knew that wasn’t true. Tooru was a smart guy. Shifty and shady as fuck, but smart. His eyes land on your friend, who blushes like mad. You don’t blame her, you were once in her position. But you had warned her before hand, regaling in tales of old. Though, those seem to have fallen on deaf ears as you look between her and your, ahem, “ex”. Could you even call him that if he didn’t consider it a real relationship?

Internally shrugging you notice that he’s standing directly to your right, you curse yourself for choosing the aisle seat. He’s ignoring you completely; either out of habit or because he truly doesn’t recognize you, you don’t know and you don’t give a flying fuck either.

“Hello, hello, megane-chan~ mind if I sit next to you lovely ladies -” his litany voice caught in his throat as his sight snapped to your bored face. He may have only been catching your side profile, damn you for looking up at the front of the room, but he was 100000% sure that it was you.

“Y/N, I didn't know you were attending studies here~” he tried to throw on that charm. It might have worked, once upon a time. Not anymore. ‘Sorry, Tooru,’ you thought making it a point to continue your watchful bored gaze to the front, waiting on the professor to begin.

“Y/N?” He whined in that oh so Tooru fashion that just rubbed you in all the ways that matter. Wrong.

You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine

Sighing you turn your gaze to him and his breath catches. You had only grown more beautiful since that last encounter. Minimal makeup, hair thrown into a messy bun, loose shirt with workout leggings? You were just trying to do things to him. Whether you knew it or not, you were.

He had to internally bite his lip to keep from blurting out something so embarrassing and uncool.

“What is it, Shittykawa?” Like a knife through his heart. He rebounds quickly, “Iwa-chan was such a terrible influence on you,” he makes a motion for you to scoot over so he can join you in the bench like stadium seating, but you make no such move. Just continuing to stare at him, waiting for him to get to his purpose.

When he continued to just stand there, expectant, you sighed loudly again. Blowing a strand of loose hair from your face, you gathered your belongings and stood in one fluid motion. It took Oikawa by surprise with the amount of grace you held in your movements. He wondered if you were as swift in other areas.

Shaking his head, physically, he snapped himself to be present to watch your movements. You stood there before him, books in hand, back slung over your shoulder - now exposed via over-sized shirt - and he audibly gulped. And you definitely caught it.

And if you want a good girl, then goodbye

Eyes narrowing at your ex, they didn’t hold any malicious intent. Not in the way he would have thought, at least. Shifting your weight to one foot, while hoisting your materials in your single grip, you made a move to squeeze past the petrified male.

His caramel eyes watched your every move, trying to figure out your next play. Always trying to stay ahead of everyone, by at least one move. And you were no exception. And when you invaded his personal space he was attentive. Hawk like. What were you up to?

You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine and

It was almost too easy. You could read him like a children’s book. With pictures and everything. Having grown up with him these last 4 years has made you incredibly aware of him and his ticks. His mannerisms. How he thinks. Or, so you like to think. Based off the entire incident that sent you two into this . . . turmoil, some would think otherwise.

Regardless, shaking off those negative thoughts, you go back to the original plan. Move your seat away from him, but stay in his line of sight. Make him regret treating you like a game. Like a joke. 

But when you saw his gaze on you, trying to burn holes into your skin, you felt a heat dance across your skin that you weren’t too upset over. You couldn’t break! Not now! And not to . . him.

Steeling your nerves, and slinking past your ex, you lean into him. Ghosting your lips over his own. Those velvety lips you used to bite and kiss and lick, just months ago. His breathing hitched, you heard and the smirk that threatened to spill past you was too great. So, moving your lips to the outer shell of his ear, covered slightly by his slightly longer locks, you licked your lips ever so slightly.

Warm breath hitting your neck as he released what he was holding. His hands reaching out, trembling, to get a chance to touch you. To remember what you felt like under his fingers. To feel that bare skin that was taunting him. It looked so soft, so supple.

However, before he could come in contact with you, he froze in his spot for two reasons, the voice with which you spoke was one of soft, teasing tenancies and the motion of you brushing and cupping his growing bulge - only somewhat obscured by the long hoodie he was wearing.

And then of course the words you spoke, in that breathy, soft, teasing tone of yours that was new to him, but he was damn sure he was going to get to know, 

“if you want a good girl, then goodbye . . .”

[jinxthequeergirl]

The New Hero on The Block ( pt. 3/?)

Peter Parker x reader ( Mentor! strange x student! reader)

Summary: you take matters into your own hands after the fire and set out to save a the city to the best of your abilitys catching the eye of a few people.

Warning: cursing

Sorry this took so long guys I haven't been feeling my Hashtag Best but im trying to get back into a writing grove so enjoy!

Also I hate writing action because it always turns out so much worse than what I imagined in my head but! I gave it a shot and this is a superhero story so.

~~~~~

The convenent store wasn't to much help in your quest for finding a disguise.

There where quite a few avengers masks,spiderman masks and only a few left over from halloween. You sighed not liking anything you saw until your eyes landed on some goggles haphazardly placed on the bottom of the shelf. And an idea spring to your head.

"Sure this is it?"

You nodded at the cashier who eyes you supisously. "It-it really isn't what you think by the way." she raised an eyebrow as she scared the items. A pair of goggles, a bandanna, rope, a new back pack and a few other tools and items that with a single glance looked like the start to an awful crime. "Whatever you say." you smiled nervously and handed her the money.

Since the fire every night seemed colder. Which sounded like some weird movie line in your head but it was true maybe because just the thought of having your dad alive and knowing he was out there some where working made you feel comfortable and safe.

Now he was gone so it was a constant fear,glancing over the shoulder and now...

"Hey!" the gang of people you dropped down besides looked up at you. "What do you want!?"

"What I want isn't important...Now What I need is!" you pulled the baseball bat from your back pack and made your way to them.

"And imma need you guys to stop trying to Rob this place."

"What are you gonna do stop us?"

"If you won't yourself" one of them stood up and pointed a gun at you but you quickly swatted it from his hand with the bat and drove the handle of it into the other man's chest as he made his way behind you.

He stumbled doubling over but grabbed the bat and yanked it from you.

"What are you gonna do now?"

"Do you think i was stupid enough to bring one weapon!?"

The man frowned at you as you pulled your make shift grappaling hook from your belt. "Please that won't do sqwat." they circled around ready to attack. "That's what you think." you spun it in a loop in front of you quickly enough to set of the sling ring you attached to it.

"What the hell-" you spun around staging the newly open portal and catching all three men inside before yanking it shut. "Cool!" You smiled at yourself proudly.

You went on like that for a few months you handled little stuff you figured wouldn't hurt you enough so peter would start to notice when you got back. Besides the city already had a thousand other hero's defending it they just needed someone to look out for people like you.

Of course that was your initial plan.

Parker:

Are you going to be home tonight?

Parker:

C'mon (y/n) I'm worried about you!

Parker:

Please don't be of some where getting into trouble

Parker:

Come home tonight ok? Take a rest from doing whatever your doing please...

Parker:

Don't get hurt ok?

Your thumbs danced above the key bored once again. But instead shut your phone off completely and shoved it in your backpack. A troop of police cars raced down the street below you.

You followed them with your eyes noting the smoke coming from that place. "What the hell?.." you swung from the roof of the building you stood on and swung across to the next swinging along side a car and firmly planting your feet of the roof of the car. You pulled your baindana up over your noise and planted your goggles over your eyes. You rode the car until you got to your street corner swinging your grappling to the top of the building and swinging off the car and hoisting yourself to the top of the building.

Once you where firmly on the ledge you looked down at the remains of you home across from you frowning. Scowling actually. You wanted to find the men that man inside your apartment that night worked for. You wanted answers. But didn't have any solid things to work off. No evidence no witnesses. Nothing it was either nonexsistant or burnt to ash.

You watched now as men worked outside your building. Men who probably shouldn't have been. You opened a sling ring letting you step onto the building across the street next to the burned building.

"The distraction fire set!?"

"See the cops drive by!?" you looked up looking across the millions of roofs to see the smoke you spotted before with a light orange glow eminating from it.

"HEY!" you jumped thinking the voice called you out.

"Enough bikering get to work you know what I want now do it!"

The two men started climbing into the rubble as you attempted to look at the man who yelled at them.

He was hidden well in the shadow of the truck. You leaped through another sling ring portal landing on the other building.

The two men started sifting through the rubble looking for something. "Anything?"

One man shook his head in response. The man from the truck growled. And stepped out of it. "Move aside."

You gasped seeing one of your close friends father step out wearing a green suit with large metal wings attached. "Mr.Allen?..." his wings expanded and lifted him off the ground.

You groaned realising who he wlreally was.

"Fuck...ok..ok...HEY!"

You stood tall at the edge of the building gaining there attention trying to mask your voice.you where good friends with Liz and certain he would reconize you of you didn't "What do you think your doing!?"

"I could ask you the same thing kid."

"I asked you first?..." he looked down at his men and nodded to the truck. The both hurried to it and he flew over to you.

"Listen kid I've got a job to do I don't need you getting in the way so-"

You backed up off the edge on to the flat of the roof and heard something eletric charge up from below.

"We can do this the hard way or you can scram."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Yea well...i don't see my self scaming MAN." you fell through a portal you conjured at your feet and pulled your baseball bat from your bag poping up behind him and slamming it into the side of his knees.

He hissed in pain and spun around smacking you with his wing. "Hard way it is!" He flew up above you and grabbed you with his talons attached to his shoes.

"Light her up boys!" your eyes widened in fear as the two men held up large not normal guns. You sneered and used all your strength to swing your legs above you to kick him but failed to reach.

His tailons dug into your arms restraining you from moving any more than you where. The fun lit up more as they aimed it at you. But just before they could pull the trigger someone kicked it from there hands. "You know you really shouldn't be playing with guns!" spiderman took out the two men and looked up at you.

You heard falcon growl as his talons realeased you. You fell into The rubble of the building below and falcon dove for spiderman. You sat up grabbing the sling ring and making a portal under spiderman sending him landing behind you. Flacon crashed into the truck.

"Wha! That's so cool how did you-" you looked at him confused and helped him up to his feet as falcon freed himself from the truck. "Magic! LIsten man you have to get us outta here!" falcon growled from behind you using his free leg to kick the truck from his other.

Spiderman nodded grabbing your hand and swinging the both of you away from him.

The both of you didn't make it very far when falcon got himself free he made a B line straight for you. "Hey can you go any faster!?"

He looked down at you surprised. "No! Can't you distract him!? What about another portal thingy!?"

You huffed. "Fine imma try something alright!?" spiderman turned the corner quickly throwing voulter off for a second. You pulled yourself up onto his back. "Hey! Hey! carful!" you pulling yourself up made it harder for him to swing slowing him down allowing vulter to catch up and grab the hood of your coat yanking you off him. "No!"

Spiderman stoped on a near by building. "You aren't getting away that easily!"

You smirked in zipping your coat. "I beg to differ!" you held your hands up letting yourself slip through your coat you bag came crashing after you.You pulled a big bomb from your pocket and tossed it up at him. You grabbed the strap of your bag just in time for spiderman to catch you.

"I have an idea! Get me to the top of the building!"

He quickly got the both of you to a building out of sight. "Here!" you tossed him a big bomb.

"Seriously!?"

"Hey I don't have superpowers like you! This is as good as it gets so-" you slid the sling ring on your fingers and tossed your bag over your shoulder.

"Follow my lead and we'll bag this sucker got it!?"

"Wow your pretty good at this stuff what your name?"

"Tell me yours first bug boy! Go all you have to do is anger him and lead him over to me!" you smiled from under your bandana and he nodded running over to the edge of the building.

Yelling at vulter. You had your grapling hook stretched across the two buildings and waited pastently for spiderman and vulter to round the corner.

"READY!?'

You nodded and opened up a portal in front of the two. Spiderman jumped of your rope and joined you on the building vulter flew into the rope and it sent him flying into the portal with that you shut it. "It worked!" you high fived him excitedly. "That was increadible!"

"I know!"

"Your increadible!"

"I kn-"

Before you could finish your scentence you fell through the roof and landed on an unfamiliar floor. "(y/n) (l/n)! We need to talk!"

~~~

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[silvermuffins]

NieR:Automata: goddamn castle

Yeah, I know you're up next. You sucked the first time and will continue to suck, I'm sure. Let's go!

i actually do not recall how quickly we go from castle to final boss funnel but i think we've got a bit

"i've said too much" operator lady you did not say ENOUGH. what do you MEAN if androids had families????

for reasons i could not explain i have returned to the THIS CNNOT CONTINUE pit

i didn't actually realize i could come back here

is this just an infinite spawn zone??? jesus my screen is ALL explosions

can y'all even leave me alone for long enough to collect the money??? jesus is this ever going to end

there have been a highly unrealistic number of robots leaping out of the ground at this point what the fuck

screw it im getting out of here this isnt' gonna end

....i am leaving IF i can find the goddamn way out

finally goddamn

how to not pick a fight with the machines: turn off my autochips (specifically, auto gunfire)

you know what, the plot doesn't SAY go down the canyon thing, but there is a path and imma go down the canyon thing

YES i am stalling, shut it

...elevator? elevator I am allowed inside?

oooh buddy there's bunch of machine corpses on the ground. something terrible happened here,

ohhh i see. the sidequest marker isn't here, there's a box to push out from the other side. okay. hm. now how to get over THERE.

first requires being able to get back up to the top without falling back down

kind of a hard ask why did i come here

that is three times i have failed the jump across the waterfall

someone help me

OKAY quick break for a snack and drink later, let's try this again

woo! fifth time's the charm!

heeere we go this is down the cliff

push the box down, annnnd....sidequest!

ooooh so THIS is the terrible thing that happened in the gorge

and....big machine pincushion dude wants to be killed....hmmm

oh i also need to decide whether to give the nuke info to Pascal or the commander......that's easy, i trust pascal infinitely more

ooooh this machine does chip fusion THANK YOU YES PLEASE

i have cash so im gonna just go on a chip fusion spree. probably fuck my build but eh, space

wow that used all my cash and i did not get all my chips fused

oof

guess i'll sells ome shit and back to it

....hooooooey i am rolling in it now

theeeere we go, now to unfuck my chip sets

iiiii think that ought to do?

man these flashbacky glitchy things give me a scare every damn time they happen

maybe we'll prevent the infanticide/regicide this time?

anyway let's go hand the one thing off to pascal

awww pascal is SUCH a good bean c:

let's explore the amusement park in search of sidequests!

YES I AM FUCKING STALLING ON ENTERING THE CASTLE

ookay back to the castle

i am missing zipperworks's stream for this (and because i have not caught the vods of the last two streams of this game) so i gotta Do It

well. at least i never have to do the one fucking jump ever again, it looked like only the one non hacker chest is up there...

still hate the snakey bastards tho

hey game u dont gotta shame me for following the plot

now for the best bit of the castle: BLACKSMITH

fuck yeah upgrading the shit out of everything

the castle is a hell of a lot more tolerable this time around.....i wonder why

i should probably write down what i need for weapon upgrades so i can hunt it all down

not gonna though because being organized is for smart people

does some hacking minigames

i am clearly a MASTER because i can pass a couple of these despite Blink blocking my screen

okay how about this time....we DON'T let the baby get killed......and like, teach the forest machines how to upgrade their king

nop gotta do this again....then go hunt down the king's grave just to make sure i get anything there this playthrough....

nop

god 9S is such a good boy and YoRHa's structure just really isn't built for him is it

i love him so much

and, emil! ....i feel less stranger danger this time

and this time i WILL complete his memory quest

just one more lunar tear, i think

emil....you are a very sad boy aren't you

well, back to the mall!

i must confess i have no idea how there might be a different ending this route, so far everything's basically the same

.....oh fuck imma need to hack battle eve later huh

oh, it's pretty down here

another gestalt report and....replicants? you can't fool me game i KNOW there's a NieR:Replicant out there

found an elevator in...some kind of huge pipe spewing water

because THAT'S sensible city design

donde the fuck

there's like....whispers in the bgm, that's. that is an effect,

i found an elevator and a dropoff.....i will try the elevator first, i am more likely to be able to come back

elevator is locked, jumping off strange underground cliffs it is!

wheeeee!

okay the elevator is for getting back out gotcha

oh hey it's emil's house

....i stole his mask, hope that's okay

he seems to have more

also judging by the map this is about as deep down as the hangar below the factory, which is wild

there is another chest in these caves somewhere which imma need to find

hol' up ya girl hasn't eaten dinner

okay there's nothing appealing here so i ordered hot pockets, ice cream, and sour gummy worms. living my best life. just gonna vibe until my stuff gets here because if i go back to game i WILL forget to retrieve it. and thusly, to eat.

....my food ended up coming pretty late so actually im calliing it here tonight

[abhisheksingh098]

SHONEN JUMP RAP CYPHER | RUSTAGE

SHONEN JUMP RAP CYPHER | RUSTAGE

SHONEN JUMP RAP CYPHER | RUSTAGE - Rustage Lyrics

**Lyrics** (Luffy: Rustage) Starting with the number one, hey How'd a pirate get this long, hey Cause I ate the Gum Gum See them run run When I hit that gun, hey Sailing I'm talking no breaks When my crew's on the move As we pillage the grand line Looting the treasure we can find I'm blowing up like a landmine Going gear second I reckon that I'm a weapon I'm wrecking up those who threaten In messing with my own brethren Stay repping look where I'm heading No question the Yonkos sweating I'm betting the words I'm yelling I'm king and there's no forgetting <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Gon: Fabvl) I'll jump the competition, really there's no contest Channelled future yen and most of y'all ain't even bomb yet It's nonsense Pro exams completed as a child Hisoka, I think these clowns are living in denial So don't make me power up, I'll call the thunder in my right hand If you want the strongest shonen, then you called the right man They might Stan Treat you all like Pitou, it won't take long Name is Gon and this time Imma make sure that you stay gone (Naruto: None Like Joshua) Oh, better believe it's Naruto Who's the best hero all of you know My legacy is happening I got a type of running named after me While you're slow Can't keep up with my chakra flow Except Hinata, I'm her ho- Kage, all I did is call her and tell her to come over cause My parents are not home Out of these ninjas you can watch my dub Even all my filler is so far above When it comes to Boruto why ya'll given up Like I did with simpin' on Sakura Killer B's rapping but I get the encore With the power that I bring I don't really want yours Cause I came from the swing, everybody shunned more Now you're looking at the king of this Jump Force <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Yugi: Connor Quest!) I'm a master, you be Practice newbies That's a doozy For Yami Yugi Puzzle did something like a hadron tunnel Cause now I got atem through me Champ of the match see fans fawn No matter what hand's drawn I'm kicking up dust Metal tanks in land form When we D-D-D-D-Duel there's sandstorms Cards are flipping I need an answer quick and I might find my dark magician If I wish hard and believe enough in the heart that's in 'em I see setos fear Pull the fifth part of Exodia Guess it all came to a head so clear That your deck's gonna get X'd, oh dear (Asta: Eddie Rath) Welcome to the magic It's a tale that's tragic Filled with pain that's Harder than plastic Especially when you discover When I started I was Less than amazing But now that I've been chosen By the grimoir I'm rising to The occasion in a blazing flame of magic Ain't no hocus pocus and abracadabra That you don't have it a wizard you joke with This ain't Gandalf The Gray But you shall not pass Hopeless, better be ferocious Was the poorest orphan living in darkness But now I'm focused I be thanking all my hardships <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Ichigo: IBDL) Uh, hit em back with that Bankai Got that power like it came out of the Dangai Father passed the torch now I'm the fam's don guy Think you Aizen, but you looking like that don guy Y'all like Soifon, your raps barely sing My bars are Getsuga Tensho, got that masterful swing They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings But you'll know that it's really over when that black lady sings (Koro-Sensei: CDawgVA) Mach speed, blow up the moon And now making these children write essays Coming with tentacles teach you a lesson In why you don't mess with the sensei I amaze, used to be the reaper now I run this class I can turn a loser to assassin do it real fast (Light: Zach Boucher) I think I've been out of my head Gift was given made some poor decisions That I wish I didn't, but I do it again Feeling different I was on a mission To achieve my vision with a page and a pen Sit and listen to the words I've written It ain't even finished till I see that they're dead Don't even try to pretend there's no malicious intent Stay in my thoughts, keep to the morals I've got And kill anyone who is not Just never get caught until every criminal rots They'll consider me as a god At whatever cost, that's how I excel Cannot be stopped even if I fell I'm taking em off, if you couldn't tell I gave up a lot to give you this L <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Hinata: Shwabadi) Yeah, here comes Hinata When I'm on the court the enemy has got their guard up Never gonna fall off, bet I'm gonna pop off Way short, but I'm packing punches like a sawed off Hot like a sauna, this ball of fire Don't know nada, but I'm gonna chase desire To go farther every jump will take me higher They put walls up, so I had to learn to fly Putting up points, spiking it or clearing the way Best decoy, got a little something to say To anyone that doubts that I'm here to stay Only got one goal it's to play the game Underestimated I'm the ace, you just wait When I spike it past the net You might take it to the face (Deku: Divide Music) Coming in with 100% of me I got you trembling Just with a flick of my finger Put you back where you're supposed to be I'm not holding back I got you so calculated I'm one step ahead One For All gon be demonstrated Get it? Got it? Good! Nothing better, and you should know Started from the bottom and I made it to the top, so Step aside I'm rising to great heights With All Might at my side Repping UA With pride, oh <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Yusuke GameboyJones) Giving you the finger spirit gun Send you off with Botan, then you done Hit you with the stick and I didn't need a grip When I'm pulling from the hip then click Because I'm lock loaded, the clip is ready to go Got a shotgun in my hand that's bout to blow Cause I'm hitting you quick, fast Giving you whiplash wearing these spirit cuffs You can be human or demon Cause honestly I just don't give a fuck If you're looking for the best, just know there's no other Cause I'm flexing out here like I'm the youngest Toguro brother (Gintoki: Shao Dow) They call me Gintoki, slim not stocky Lemme Shonen Jump on your leg and your body Odd Job Gin, don't mess with my possee If you touch my hair then you will be sorry Cause you're way too sloppy Got a silver soul, Shiroyasha Swing my sword and Amanto scatter Gintama, not Kintama Tell Shinpachi we need money If Kagura or Katsura bring more trouble we keep running Pay rent? That's a waste of time That weather girl, I will make her mine You can beat me up and that's fair and fine But if you hurt my friends then prepare to die <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Tanjiro: DizzyEight) Slaying demons is what we do If you filled with evil then my blade is highly lethal If you coming at my people, pray to god I never meet you Ever mess with Nez, you KO'd when I see you I've grown stronger from that fateful day they found me I trained to hone the skill, the progression so outstanding My style like breathing water, that mean you could never drown me Whirlpool, that mean I'm slicing everything around me (Emma: FrivolousShara) EMMA, 63194 Listen what I've got to say The others walked now seems we gotta run away Don't you talk adults are the enemy You can break every bone in my body I won't falter And if the plan fails, the idea simply alters These demons scheming but they ain't the only monsters Our combined IQ breaks the safe, strength in numbers Now we've woken from the slumber Never ending perfect summers Across the farm you can't help but wonder <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Soma: DiggzDaProphecy) See I'm the anime Raekwon The chef, baby stay calm You can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen get a day job Word, and the finale's superb I take a sec, put on my band and I'll be happy to serve So ma, tell me what you like and I can hook it up Ya boy got them recipes the best couldn't cook up And she gon bust from the taste of my meat Chef boy are these boys always cooking up heat (Jotaro: Dreaded Yasuke) It's my go, they call me Jotaro Don't get me mad Imma go fast only with jabs You go through silos Got that drip in Cairo, girls will simp my silhouette I know think it's a typo fighting with a platinum psycho None of Y'all is a threat What you gotta say in your breath Better speak with a bigger chest Now you lying down with my pet, while Iggy piss on ya neck All types of disrespect, what you expect Go against a vet, better get your techs Wanna get swept through the complex Now who is next? <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Bobobo: BassedOlaf w/ ThighHighSenpai) Bobobo making the foes stare Call me the master of nose hair Look at the hair on the heads of these anime characters Brother it's no fair But I'm better than these guys, don't you understand? I came second place at screaming face to face with desk fans Afro is full of surprises, look at my powers immense Leaving beauty screaming Bobobo that makes no sense Hunting hair hunters, Saitama I'm coming for you Don patch a better Super Saiyan god than Goku <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> (Goku: DaddyPhatSnaps) Oh, they went and called Kakorot, had to be danger Leave em flat footed like they in the gravity chamber I'm just looking for a challenge can you battle me stranger? Shonen Legend in the Saddle and the power is major Level up on the track, flow ultra instinct Bye bye bye fusion dance is always in sync *wink* And they wonder why I'm last on the song Cause when all of you were taking I just formed a spirit bomb

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[crazyartdad]

I’M Better With A Pen.

Stuart Leaves England to pursue a writing career in Paris despite a disruptive illness eating him away. But honestly? Nothing could truly be better

It's been two months, Two months dragging on in a crappy factory-turned-duplex housing. Two months of being the starving artist he always dreamed about, bidding his parents farewell before packing off to Paris with nothing but a dream of writing the perfections of love and beauty.

But reality isn't what you always hope to be.

The smog and stench flooded his imagery of the city. Leaving his hope to decay in a jar on a shelf, nothing but the harsh reality to keep his empty stomach company.

Sitting at his typewriter he realized spending all his money on buying on this hovel wasn't one of his best ideas. A mistake made from excitement had now shown its grave outcome, A penniless writer on a quest for God knows what anymore.

He could only imagine what his father must feel. It still felt like yesterday when he told his father of his plans, the argument still fresh in his mind.

“Your wasting your time, what do you expect when you go across the ocean in this fairy-tale land of yours Stuart?! You’d worry your mother sick- You're still sick Stuart, what’s to happen to you if something happens? If you don't have enough care!? You’d be wasting your life hunch over a typewriter!”

He could still see the redness in his face, could see the harden eyes as his fingers trembled along the keys. Tears threatened to slip from his black out eyes as a dull ache forms around his temples. He grows frustrated by the sloppy mistakes of his nervous hands, banging the keys in a fit as the paper is ripped away from the device. He sat, watching as white shreds fell to his feet while trying to catch his breath, pleading for nothing more than to rid the obnoxious voice from his memory.

He was sick. Ever since the accident he was well away of the threat on his mortality, the excessive coddling and careful whispers of relatives, everything made him all to aware of the actuality of his treatment being nothing more than a way to cope. But he couldn't be hospitalized in his house for the rest of his life. He stole enough insulin to dull whatever pain, he should be fine, though it's something that settles in the back of his head.

He’s old enough to care for himself, It was a good- no, a great decision to leave no matter what anyone says. Life's short and despite the shitty circumstances, he's willing to put in the effort to do what he wants and damn it! he’s gonna be happy about it!

Running his hands through his brown locks he’s suddenly all to aware of the page he has to redo. Stuart curses silently as he reaches across to the steadily declining stack of paper, ringing the single sheet through the roller and adjusting the knob.

It takes awhile to fall back into his steady rhythm, with all the noise that could be heard through the paper thin walls, it was a miracle anything could be done. It was only when he tries to recall the next line of the torn masterpiece at his feet is when he goes in search of the written draft.

The constant rumble of noise suspiciously grows louder as he searches under his bed for his notebook, paying no mind until yelling start to ensure.

“Maybe it's just the couple from 103” He tells himself, pushing up his sleeves as he flipped through rumbled pages, but when a shrill voice of a whistle shot through the hall he knew something wasn't right.

Especially the male that hurled himself into the room.

Both males locked eyes in fright, one more clear on the face then the other as Stuart clung close to the wall.

The man's eyes harden as Stuart catches a glimpse of them through his fringe, His breath hitching as the other opens his mouth to speak. Another blow from the whistle cuts his sentence to a small curse as he darts to the closet, throwing aside Stuarts small collection of clothes, knocking on sections till he find, to Stuart's surprise, a false wall.

“H-hey!, You can’t jus-” Stuart didn't know what he expected from himself as he pipes up from across the room, watching the stocky frame hide away a suitcase of God knows what. As the criminal in question places the false wall back on he scrambles over to the towering Brunette, closing his firsts around the collar of his shirt.

“Listen freak and listen good!” he starts in an angry whisper. “My plan’s already shit now that you're here and i'm not gonna sit and let you fuck it up any more” He pulls a knife from his pocket and holds it steadily close to Stu’s neck in warning as the door knocks.

“I'm going to the fire escape and if you say anything, i'll have my way of getting back at you- ya hear?” The Stranger watches his black orbs glisten as his Adam's apple bobs in a nervous gulp.

“This is the police!”

His grip tightens as he waits for Stuart's response.

“J-Jus, Just a second!” Stuart calls out to them, relieved at the absence of pressure at his neck as the mug leaves to scutter out the window. Anxiety swells as the knock echoed through the complex, making his hands sweaty as he reaches for the knob.

Three men in uniform pool into his room, Two men of bulky frame,seeming to be brothers by the similar features they shared start to short though his room. Completely ignoring him as a tall blond with a sharp nose stares him down with icy eyes.

“Where is he?” He says with deadpan knowledge.

This is it, I'm dead. I can't fucking lie what made me think I could do this, shit what do I do What do I DO. Fuck I should've listened to my dad.

“He’s on the s’cape” Stuart says, choking on his own words in fright. The icy glare softens with a sigh and the two men groan, shaking their heads in shame.

“Nice to know I can trust this side of the building, Typical fucking English” The man in question croaks from the window, climbing though with disappointment in his bagged eyes.

Stuart stands by the door, as the headache builds even more noticeable to not only him but everyone else as he tried to piece together exactly, what the hell was going on.

“Hannibal” The criminal reveals himself as he makes his way to the closet, pulling back out the suitcase. “That's, Louis, Hugo and pretty one’s Dan” Hannibal finishes introducing as he brings out a bottle of scotch from the case, only adding more questions to the poor simple minded writer.

“I still, I don't, how-”

Searching around the cupboards he finds himself some glasses and pours one for Stuart and himself. “I'm gonna be talkin so shut yer yap and listen up” He signals the dismissal of the three men and proceeds to make his way over. Shoving the man to a sitting position on his bed as he presses the glass to his palm.

Stuart looks to the glass in question, quickly shutting his mouth as it was no use to form sentences anyway.

Hannibal struts back to Stuarts desk and shoots back a deep gulp of the burning liquid before speaking.

“Now- back to business.” He pauses, making a face from the drink. “This ‘s a test for newcomers, which you horribly failed might I add, but you're in a special position that's keeping your ass from being kicked to the street.” Hannibal pauses to watch the scared look distort to one of confusion. “Ya see here, not many come with full cash to- Completely buy the place, they mostly take up a shark offer, ya know? Pay rent much like a bully stealing lunch money, but lucky you, you don't gotta go through that process. I like that”

“I should be throwing your ass out” He says, chuckling at the quietness from Stuart. “But you seem to follow rules pretty well so imma keep ya around. But this int no free ride kid, I still run this place and I need Caches time ta time, got it?”

He leans against the desk taking another drink of his scotch.

“Whats up wit the eyes?” He asks after getting a full look at the man

“8 fra’tures…?”

“Freaky...And the papers? What are ya? Detective, Business guy?”

“Writer...Poetry..”

“Pfft, Lemme guess Bohemian Revolutionist? Hoping to make the world beautiful with the freedom of Beauty and Love?” He says waving his hand around in emphasis

“y-Yeah” Stuart says with a smile, “Finally someone gets it” he tells himself

“Well good luck, only thing beautiful here is a good drink and the closest thing to love is cheap proposition” He watches the face fall with a smile as he reads over a rouge paper from over the brim of his glass.

“.....” Hannibal halts his drink, continuing to look over the flowing words stretched along the stark parchment.

He was never one for a musical taste, let alone poetry but something about the bold ink on white made a melody in his head, each syllable, every vowel, all the words seemed to fit. Telling a story while simultaneously making no sense at all. It was oddly perfect

Just then, an idea starts to form.

“....But never say never, am I right?” he adds, hopping away from the desk with a strange new attitude.

[inhalareexhalare]

One-Dimensional Dissonance

Ms Reyna suggested that I could take improvement programs as a form of supplement to my self-improvement. And now that becomes fuel to my longstanding dilemma of hypocrisy, as follows:

Ohhhh. You know, I feel like a freaking hypocrite a lot of times. Like the fact that I want to become a psychologist, but I would probably not go see one if I needed one. I don't even go to counseling in school hahaha Just like that, I want to improve myself, but I wouldn't join an improvement program. I value my own freedom too highly hahaha

I guess one thing also is that improvement programs necessarily do have things figured out, in some way, so they have some form of formula on how to help you improve. But I want to find them all out on my own. I feel like it won't be the same if someone else gives me the answers... I think of psychiatrists and improvement programs as last resorts, so what does that say about my chosen vocation, psychology?

hmmmmmm. I am very clearly resistant to the idea, although I am not allergic to psychiatrists or psychologists, or life coaches (in fact, I think they’re awesome and I want to ask so many questions!)

Enrolling to any of them sort of feels like selling my soul to a church though. For me, it feels like, as I enter, a leash tightens around my neck.

HMMMMM.

This inner contradiction is so confusing.

In psychology by the way, this is called cognitive dissonance.

-

Here’s the deal. The truth is that I’m not a one-dimensional person who just either wants psychology or doesn’t.

The thing is, I also have trust issues, and am at the peak of discomfort when around strangers who suddenly are given permission to take charge of my life.

I’m not afraid of help, in fact I know I need it. I know that human beings are prone to twisting reality into what they find comfort in, and prefer to hide from the truth unconsciously. And as a writer and librarian in pursuit of truth, I dislike nothing more than that. 

Combine that fact with the trust issue above, ends up with me reaching out to close friends when I am troubled. They have helped me in many ways, although yes, I do believe these coaches and doctors would have a larger, bigger-picture-type of insight to my inner life.

-

What can I do about this?

All I can think of is:

(1) TRY counseling with a psychologist/psychiatrist or both at least once in my life=Gather insights.

(2) TRY teaming up with a life coach at least once in my life=Gather insights.

I don’t want to remain blind towards things I am afraid of. I need to see them up close so I can paint a better bigger picture of my wholeness.

Oh my God. This is actually a mission now. Sort of like a bucket list-ish self-dare.

Mission: Try undergoing psychological counseling and joining life coaching programs at least once

To Reyna:

Thanks sa prompt!!!! Imma try this new challenge

[Thanks for the prompt]

2019-03-01 09:00 Philippines Friday

Ms. Charree and the Dean Team accepted my invitation to lunch together by letting me accept their invitation to attend a Catholic mass.

Ms. Charree was surprised and was worried with my initiative, wondering if this is okay since I am technically a Christian, and she doesn't know if Christians are allowed  to go to other churches. I said it was fine hahaha

It was a heartwarming experience to be honest. They are very ceremonial in their ways but I see their love.

I love especially how Ms. Charree didn't teach me to hold hands in one of the ceremonies.

It's important not to do things without knowing their meaning.

Oh and also Dr. Seth was seated three rows before us. In "peace be with you," I looked for her eyes and ours met. She turned around as if in habit and then turned to look again, surprised to find me hahahah

We don't know who comes to this church more frequently than her. She knows who doesn't and and who does come. She smiled as I smiled my, probably, most sincere smile around her.

It's in our wordless interactions that I find meaning the most.

I felt unrestrained-ly happy because I felt her smile was warm. It was something human about her, outside of work.

I look forward to lunch.

2019-03-01 12:45 Philippines Friday

Lunch was also some radical change. Just kidding.

But it really was awesome. Ms. Bel has a lot of stories on things this workplace can improve on. The problem is that those who make the decisions rarely feel like improving.

Ms. Charree half-jokingly said that we all didn’t notice the time because I was too noisy hahaha partly true! I did initiate ideas here and there. I love asking questions.

On the way back to my office, I told Ms. Jun that people were just talking about her, as she opened the door to her office lol, and then I said hi to Ms. Len and she had this beautiful smile (we’re getting a lot closer online too!) and then Ms. Gi who noticed me and waved, and then Dr. Less (who if I have to be honest, would be my actual middle-aged man crush, but naw I just really look up to him and subjectively find him attractive even for his age. A low-key badass cool-headed man) and Dr. Lion who laughed with me regarding evidences that I am still waiting for them to snatch from a few lazy/indifferent faculty members.

When I got down, Hercules was here again and said hi to me, as he was speaking with Dianne. But you have to understand that my cubicle is an isolated one (I’m thinking faulty office design) so I impulsively said, “where are you?” and he chuckled at that and his tall frame peered in as I leaned backwards and we waved hellos and laughed.

OH WHY I am too blessed with these people. Had I not jumped the figurative cliff of my fears, I wouldn’t have get to actually know them and be interested in them. It’s not all rainbows and I do fail in social interactions. But these people make it all worth it.

2019-03-01 13:46 Philippines Friday

This is good, this is good.

This is good flow I'm having lately.

But "how do I keep it up"? Psh.

I don't.

I keep changing.

Focus!

2019-03-01 14:14 Philippines Friday

I met Karu and Divad, when I was on my way back from running errands. I was pleased to see them, Karu especially, but he said he won’t be going to the gig tonight, and he won’t even be coming home. 

That really made me feel bad. But you know what? 

I remembered what I just decided to do. My goal.

Keep changing. That instantly bring me to a clearer focus.

I didn’t ask him why, I just said goodbye.

I am less anxious than before. I didn’t need answers to calm down. The other big thing is that I readily accepted the fact that I did feel bad.

I do crave his company, and I would have loved to hear his new voice in his new flute, but I’m okay with this. I can only wish him well.

I’ve still got so many stories to tell, and I’m rhyming, like, hell!

2019-03-01 14:37 Philippines Friday

Jeri and his little sister whose name I can’t remember gave me extra food! I can’t believe they drink milk for meetings. So cute and healthy!

I initiated the long-time-no-see stuff with them. They’re awesome.

Even though I don’t write about it much in here, I’m more active in talking with people online too! I take the pace properly of course. Burning out would be pointless.

I love my siblings huhu We’re all geeks except for my charismatic yet chill little brother.

2019-03-01 14:57 Philippines Friday

I MIGHT HANG OUT WITH MY BLOOD FAMILY TOMORROW And I mean my complete immediate family

Oh my gosh. Reaching out can do a lot of things.

Also managed to crack a relate-able joke as I said goodbye to Charles, Dianne, and Jeri's sister!

Now to go home. Must not slack off!

Quick Quest: check FullyBooked for good book! Quick Quest: laundry shop and milk and dinner!

2019-03-01 17:14 Philippines Friday

I re-read the Happiness of a Robin, my first ever short story, in intention of proofreading and revising it, but fuck I don't want to change it anymore. (Except for a few grammatical errors.)

I'll release it as soon as I'm good with the errors. 🙂 I also want to accompany it with an illustration, so it might take time before I release it.

I heard from Tita Kris that Pa doesn't want me to come tomorrow at the family movie night. I'm still asking Tita why, but I also told her it's okay. Everyone is disappointed that I can't come.

About Pa's reasons, Tita Kris doesn't know why either. I suppose he still isn't comfortable with the idea of me, since I remind him too much of pain? Well, I'm a fellow attached person so I'd get that feeling. Knowing someone isn't going to stay long with you, you'd rather just push them away in the first place.

It's important that I leave him more time to heal. More importantly, he needs to know that I love him very, very much.

I'm listening to Yutaka Hirasaka's Letter on loop. I feel like I belong in that vibe after reading the short story. Damn. So many feelings. I can't believe I wrote that. It's not the best read objectively, but it's so precious to me.

I hope Karu is alright. He seemed really tired and dead.

People need time. Breathe in, breathe out.

It's important to take time to breathe.

Breath is necessary to sustain life.

2019-03-01 21:18 Philippines Friday

Obviously, Nynaeve was disappointed also. Here's my explanation:

Apparently he's concerned that Tita told you about the possibility without consulting him first. He's afraid that his rejection of my request might enrage you or might disappoint you of him.

He's just kinda emotionally coping still... He doesn't know what to do, I think. It's sad that he had to say to Tita something like "wag mo pakialaman pamilya ko" [don't bother with someone else's family] like she wasn't a part of it.. I'm sure he didn't mean it but fuck that must hurt for her

From Nynaeve:

True... Also like Do I still seem like someone who rages lol Then again he still don't really know me

To Nynaeve:

Hahahahaha

He's worried maybe because he knows we're close. At least he's trying to understand what others might be feeling now XD

2019-03-01 22:48 Philippines Friday

I'm with Karu now. He invited me to come sleep at Theodore's tonight since we miss each other, ans the truth is that he's only avoiding Ira. He plans to leave home for maybe a week.

That's all good.

What I'm faced with right now though, is a group of musicians who want to talk about nothing else about their world soooo I can't find an opportunity to enter the discussion.

They speak of events where I wasn't around, they speak of people and bands that I don't know, and they're all having fun so I guess it's good. Sort of still feels off though.

Have you ever been to a meeting where you don't really know why people invited you there? That's this. I have nothing to contribute. I can only disappear.

I don't feel entirely bad though. I wonder if I should walk around. I wonder if they'd think I was offended. I want to go out because it's sort of noisy here. The kind that is not so amusing.

I could always think to myself. I'm going to zone out!

What I can learn from this is (1) to not copy their example.

As I have said before, a different combination of people automatically means a new set of cultures to merge.

When you have a band that has solid chemistry and a new member comes in, your sound changes. 

(1.a) Assuming you allow space for this new member to contribute. Unfortunately, (1.b) the new member cannot force a space or it will be rather counterproductive. From invisible, he becomes an obstacle. None of which resembles a team member that is welcomed.

So that's a new tip. When there's someone new, I want to do my best to make them feel welcome and deliberately leave spaces or opportunities for them to belong to a whole new chemistry.

2019-03-01 23:16 Philippines Friday

For their reference, I shared my thoughts to them after it all as feedback and made it clear that I'm not angry. This is just some comment that might help all of us improve with socializing.

Fortunately, none of them took it as an attack. They rather felt sorry but I told them I didn't want to make them feel at fault, it's just some feedback to help them be a bit more aware of what might be happening in situations like these.

I want to rest now haha

Anyway, I think I need to work on tone setting. They thought I was fully angry (because when I'm serious, I speak in calm monotone and they think it's intimidating).

Mission: Set Tone! Soft notes

2019-03-02 00:16 Philippines Saturday

[victorian-creepshow]

Finished Andromeda today. 

Pros:

Like I already said, the combat’s fun. Still not sure that the profile system was necessary, but I can understand some people enjoying it.

The main story was pretty good. I like how the Ryder twins worked together at the end, that was pretty cool. I just kinda wish we would have gotten a little more interaction with our twin. 

The worlds/scenery are v pretty. Voeld and Kadara are my favorite. Elaaden made me think of Borderlands. Part of me was expecting to find a Handsome Jack billboard somewhere rofl

I really like how they included more of those special friendly bonding moments with squadmates, whether you’re romancing them or not. V nice touch pls give us more of this in the future

Peebee and Drack ended up being my favs and I’ve never been a Krogan or Asari lover lmao. I mean, there wasn’t anyone on the squad I outright hated, but them two... definitely my homies.

Loved the little pathfinder cool kids gang that happened. I want to see more of them all. I’d love for them to all go on a mission together, pathfinders only no squares allowed

Kesh. Kesh is a positive all on her own. Love her. Vorn too. I like that they showed more variety in personalities within all the species. Krogan scientist 4tw

Kudos for ethnic diversity this time. They actually look like what they’re supposed to be! And it doesn’t look weird!

I never felt that overwhelming feeling of Hinterlands 2.0 on any of the maps. I’m not really interested in exploration, and I didn’t find any of the worlds too ridiculously huge like I thought they might be. Though they were all huge compared to Inquisition’s. It makes sense though, since they were clearly made to be used with the Nomad. If not for that, I think I would have been gritting my teeth trying to get from one side of the map to the other

More than two nice looking hairstyles for men, even if they were all a little bland.

Liked the color wheel on clothes, although I would have given it up in a heartbeat in favor of better physical feature customizations

Cons:

 At certain times the writing felt a little rushed to me.

There were still too many pointless quests, Bioware. chiiiiiiiiiill

Should I even bother to say it? I can hear the boos already. No imma say it anyway. DEAL. Some of the facial animations were nightmare fuel aight. Even for Bioware. Be real. I’m still clutching my rosary. But then some expressions felt much more natural than in previous games, too. I feel like they could easily build on that and refine it without too much hassle if given more time. Some walking and running animations felt a little less stiff than before, at least to me.

I’m still irritated at the CC. It’s pathetic, and using Alec as the reason it ‘has to be that way’ is ridiculous and cheap. That feeling of playing a pre-established character never went away and I was never able to fully connect with Ryder because of it. It took away from my enjoyment of the story. That, combined with the fact that it seemed like there were less dialog options this time around. And sometimes those dialog options seemed... bizarrely inappropriate to the situation. That’s nothing new, and sometimes it is just a matter of opinion, but ehh.

I fucking hate that fucking Sudoku wannabe decryption bullshit minigame oh my godddd. They can DIE. FOREVER. Ok this isn’t a legitimate complaint since technically you could skip most if you had a key thing, and I’m sure plenty of people out there enjoyed that hell. I’ve never had the patience for complex puzzles. Why couldn’t we just stick to matching lines of code like in ME2? cries  

The Kett story was a little predictable imo. And the Archon, I expected more out of him. As in, I was kinda hoping he’d be the sort of antagonist that you could empathize with. That maybe his motivations were less black and white than a certain other I AM A GOOOODDDDDD MWAHAHA bioware villain. 

Bugs. Buuuuugs everywhere. I couldn’t settle Elaaden because of a bug that prevented me from completing the mission. I had to replay several parts including a portion of the final mission. One time I lost about five hours of play. It was bad. Though, recalling what Inquisition was like on it’s initial release... it wasn’t completely unexpected.

Still doing that thing with Asari I see. Lmao. Like, I love Peebee, but I pulled a muscle rolling my eyes at the fact that I can’t be friendly to her without her trying to grab my junk. A whole new galaxy and we still hypersexualizing all the blue not-lady ladies. Nice. Can you imagine the meltdown hets would have if Gil had a cutscene that involved him rubbing up on Scott unprovoked? And the only reject option is along the lines of “Eheh.... well... I’m sorry, but I just... c-can’t... please don’t be mad your undeniable sex appeal isn’t working today...”

There was a very minor trans character, a side lesbian character, one gay/bi alien who’s love is dead, one bisexual human male and one possibly??? gay?? human male. The bisexual male is better written than the ONE other m/m romance, and one can only assume it was only given decent treatment because it’s also a potential fem!Ryder romance. Gil’s endgame if not romanced is to have a child with a woman? Lol. Also never explicitly states he’s only interested in men even when rejecting fem!Ryder. I could just sum all this up by saying “do better” but from where I’m sitting, this specific group of writers and developers aren’t interested in hearing it. So I’ll just say, fail. Fucking fail. No gold star for effort. If you want credit for being so ~*~progressive~*~, do the work. And for god’s sake, don’t treat it like someone twisted your arm to include it.

All in all, it was a fun game. I may play the DLCs if/when they come out. The main game doesn’t have a whole lot of replay value imo though, at least not for me. 

The problematic writing everyone foresaw going in turned out to be well-founded, and no, there is nothing here that would even begin to make up for it. They could do better if they wanted to. They’re aware of the issues. This was their chance to fix that and all they proved was that they really don’t care. Simple as that. So yep, I’m still extremely disappointed in that respect.

On that note, let’s not dwell on it. At least we all know what to expect now. On to what really matters... DA4~ And if they fuck that up, there will be hell to pay.