#ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ...

[lacunazai]

vampire chuuya but like when he bites you he does it so softly, he doesn’t wanna hurt you even if he wants your blood so bad and to mark you up yk ? 🙁

LMAO but anyways guesswho my fav character is!!

-🍰

vampire chuuya ough.. you're so right..

he gently positions you in his lap, his hands holding your waist and his thumb caressing your hip. when his hand cups your face and he has an almost lovesick smile on his face. he's so hungry for you that it almost hurts, but he wants it to be special in a way. so he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales your scent, pressing a gentle kiss upon the skin and telling you to be good and stay still. that it'll hurt more if you squirm.

he sinks his fangs into your neck and gently runs a hand through your hair when your breath hitches, he knows it hurts. he knows it would hurt. but as soon as the first taste of you hits his tongue, he's struggling to remember that. when he pulls away from the first bite, licking his lips with a dazed foggy look in his eyes - suddenly he knows your neck would look better with these marks scattered all over.

[burning-fcols]

"My beloved undead heart, what...is that?" Normally not one to use that staticy filter over his voice when it was just the two of them, Aster had slipped into old habits when the sight of something oblong and purple caught his attention. No no no NO- He'd heard the stories, this wasn't supposed to happen, someone like him wasn't supposed to- Shouldn't- Bebe he understood, but him?! No, there had to be some mistake. He knew how deep the love his partner in both life and death held for him, and him for them in turn, but surely whoever was in charge of all this couldn't think it was a good idea to give someone like the Radio Demon this level of happiness responsibility, no matter how much joy it would bring his fellow deer. Was that it? Was this a blessing for them both Bebe for how horrible his end had been because of Aster? He...felt as if he should apologize, though he knew Bebe wouldn't see a reason for it. He knew the man well enough by now that this... It would be seen as nothing short of a miracle. What could never have even been a thought on earth now able to come to life, literally, in Hell of all places. On earth, any child wouldn't have been 'created' by them, and while that wouldn't have mattered, somehow this feels even more like a...like a blessing, knowing it was theirs in every single way possible. On earth, they never would have been able to even adopt a child. They would have been killed long before that could ever happen. Alastor had never allowed himself to think such thoughts in life, soley because there was no reason to. Why upset himself with something he could never fix? Sometimes he wondered what Bebe's thoughts on the matter were, not able to remember if they'd ever talked about even the most mundane of domesticity while alive. He was sure they must have, and that his mind simply wouldn't let him remember with how painful reality had been back then. Reality now was only marginally better, the fear of their death not so much an issue anymore, but... "...Bebe?" He was scared. Tell him this wasn't real, tell him that wasn't a tiny, delicate little soul for him to possibly break as his own father had broken his. He was a killer, worse than his father within the law of humanity. If he hurt this child, this extension of Bebe and himself... When Bebe had died, he'd become a far more bloodthirsty killer in his name. If something happens to this child because of him, what sort of monster would he become then? - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @hells-fvry 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Sitting silently on their Aster's bed, downcast gaze is obscure by blue bangs and how FIXATED it is upon the curious object in Bebe's lap. Small... delicate... a beautiful purple hue, calming in the right circumstances. Terrifying in others. Carefully cradled by gentle arms, Bebe can feel warmth radiating from within the helpless creature. They bring it closer, ever-so-slightly, as if trying to share whatever body heat they have to spare. More, even.

They'd gladly give it all, should the egg need it.

Ears resting back, end of the fluffy appendages twitch when Aster speaks. Static not going unnoticed... nor what it means. It's honestly understandable, the apprehension Aster must feel. Even in life when the concept of children was traversed— rare a topic as it was, usually accompanied or brought on by heavy drink —it was a somber subject. One Bebe tried to change soon as possible, painfully aware of how pointless it was. How it would only hurt the man they love. Part of Bebe, an insistence festering beneath their skin like an infection, claimed Aster must hate them for it.

Whether their crimson companion was even aware of it... Even if he miraculously didn't, Bebe could never forgive themself for what they robbed Aster of. The trouble they caused by merit of who— of WHAT they were. But now? It's finally happened. A blessing undeserved of the blue belle, but greedily accepted nonetheless. A continuation to Aster's legacy... Born of his flesh and blood, Bebe serving as the conduit to help bring the others creation to life. Could one really blame them, if they can't find the decency to be ashamed over having the honor?

❝ I— I'm sorry... for not being sorry. ❞ Bebe begins, gaze finally raising to look at Aster. Tears brim within delicate hues, threatening to slip down as Bebe quietly admits, ❝ I know I should feel guilty or— or worried... but I don't. Not even a little bit. ❞ Even with the fear they KNOW is hitting Aster at the concept of a child, Bebe can't shake off their elation enough to give the proper concern. The proper comfort. What sort of mate does that make them? Is it a good sign... Showing the faith they have in Aster. Or is it a bad one? Showing the selfishness hidden deep inside.

Either way, lips upturn into a small... shaky.... but shamefully sincere smile. Pale complexion painted pink, the meaning of his tears now clear. Not born of sorrow but unfettered joy as they shakily admit, ❝ I'm just... so unbelievably happy. ❞ Hugging the egg closer, eyes shut as they nuzzle their face against it, staining the shell with tears. Weakly laughing, sound is light and airy. Like the flutter of an injured bird desperately trying to stay afloat, Bebe not accustomed to laughter. Tragically beautiful, as most things are with the doe. ❝ I did it. I– I finally did it... ❞

Bebe couldn't count how many times they wished to have been born in a different form. Prayers speckled like stars across the sky, to be changed into someone who could bear Aster's children. Who he could love openly. Who didn't bring suffering to the others life as effortlessly as they somehow brought joy. Many-a-nights spent lamenting over how cruel a joke of fate it was to find their missing piece... only for them to still not fit as perfectly into Aster's life as they should. But now?

Those shortcomings don't matter anymore.

❝ I've given you a child. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[anastacia-templeton]

@malcontentswanns

[heavenslapse]

@heartsaligned -- akechi finds akira in the snow ❄️

SLEEP was an interesting concept for Goro. It'd always been difficult to turn his thoughts off to allow sleep to consume him for a few empty hours. But he needed rest in order to keep his mind sharp for the day that awaited him when he cracked open his eyes. Being dead made him wonder how much sleep provided a necessity in that regard. How much being dead meant he needed to do anything required to function.

During the numerous scandals pertaining to his decline in fame, he'd slept less than usual and ever more fitful. After thinking he'd shot Kurusu in the interrogation room, when he found a moment's respite he'd been plagued with dreams about the hollowed look fading from his suddenly lifeless eyes. The dark blood from the gunshot wound spilling out onto the metal table with brain matter and chunks of broken skull. He'd dreamed frequently over Kurusu coming back to life and asking him why he'd had to do it, if it was WORTH it, and if this was the victory that Goro had sought. A victory that had been handed to him on a silver platter through cheating and lies.

They'd always felt so real, wracking him with guilt. Kurusu had never done anything to deserve what had happened in that room. Even killing the men who'd tortured him for hours left Goro feeling numb and empty. There was no satisfaction reaped, only in the message that they couldn't live to hurt anyone else. Everyone else Goro had targeted had a corrupted heart. None of them had been saintly. Not even Wakaba was wholly innocent.

Goro could never atone for the horrible things he'd done, all the deaths caused by his hand. But offering those condemned souls Shido's head felt like a justified reward for the numerous deaths that had gotten him so far. Knowing that each of their forfeited lives would serve a purpose.

RITES OF JUDGEMENT, after all.

Each death served a purpose toward his eventual goal--a childish dream that never truly came to fruition. He'd have to live with being satisfied having Shido in jail and could only hope that he would stay there until he eventually died. Politics were a messy business and Shido had done a tremendous amount of damage that there would always a chance he could be released in some way.

Goro had done it all for his mother. But death wasn't going to place him wherever she was. He'd fall back to darkness when Maruki's reality lifted. Almost like a never ending sleep, but without anything around him except for an endless sea of black.

And now, he stared blankly at the clock on the table beside the bed. The red lights glowed through the dark. The number changed again and Goro pulled back the covers to get up. After the first night, he'd made a point of not going to sleep until he was sure Kurusu was out. But his company liked to wander at night and he'd leave. Goro couldn't blame him, and he didn't worry. His neighborhood was quiet, the residents in his complex kept to themselves, and Kurusu was never gone for long.

Goro took his time getting dressed, watching as the snow falling outside his windows went from gentle white flakes to heavy and dense puffs that began to collect on the sill. Kurusu still wasn't back as he did up his scarf. Goro let out a disgruntled sigh. Really, he was going to make him go out and find him? It occurred to him to just let Kurusu die of hypothermia, but Goro had fought too hard to keep him alive up until this point. Mother nature wasn't going to claim what was rightfully his.

He'd walked the streets longer than he'd planned to until finding a dark mop of hair buried beneath the fallen snow. It was a sorry sight. The snow crunched beneath the soles of his shoes. ❝How long do you intend to stay out here for?❞

[canon-fcdder]

(( Tag Dump - Prince Peasley ))

[memcria]

Tamayo Tag Dump

[qveenofgluttony]

Verses Tags

[erthlyheavn]

Call me what you want (Dandelion, dandelion) You can't stop me multiplyin' Pull me from the dirt (Dandelion, dandelion) No, you don't want me in your garden Dandelion, dandelion Dandelion, dandelion Dandelion, dandelion

[heavenslapse-a]

@heartsaligned -- yu & ann attempt bonding  🧁

    Like everywhere he went, Yu could always make an impression–one that stuck. He’d LONG stopped caring how he came off to others; the polite young man had gained a silver tongue and it dripped bitter juices.

    UNIMPRESSED and unapologetic, he’d give the benevolent tyrant credit where it was due: only those who wore the scent of timely death should have known the sight of the reaper. A single snap of his fingers and ISHTAR’S lightning came hurdling down, taking out the bulking brute an entire team couldn’t put a dent in. That was barely a fraction of his strength, if he could even register it. The full glory of Yu’s outrageous power could tear apart realities, erase a goddess of death, and probably go even further if he ever bothered to consider it. For the sake of the world, it was probably for the best he didn’t entertain the notion too hard. He was a perfect foil to a man who trapped people in a veil of hazy lies. Yu was deadly, and everything about that stood to reason.

     A SAVIOR to humanity, a beacon of light, none of it was true because Yu knew Maruki could care less as he stared with piercing eyes at the unaware faces along SHIBUYA. Yu may be a god, but he didn’t seek to control the masses with promises and gifts of brainwashing and lies. Humanity didn’t deserve it – whatever that meant. Sympathy, because he understood falsified realities would look pleasing or the idea of being striped of freewill. The good were a low number outweighed on an even greater scale. Akira could worry about freeing humanity, letting it survive. Yu had only ever cared about two people, and that wasn’t liable to change. He liked Akira well enough. But when it came down to it, he was expendable. Yu had even made a point of telling him as much, and he’d taken the information better than anyone else he’d known would. Others had seemed appalled, aghast, and Yu only proceeded to finish his drink while Yosuke had elbowed him.

     Even with attachments, Yu knew he could pick himself back up again and move forward. His heart just didn’t have the room for anyone else. When he was younger, he would have been more bothered by that realization. Now, he’d become really apathetic. He was in it for himself, anyway. Being hated wasn’t a foreign concept. Taking away Yosuke and having to see Adachi, that was a step too far.

     ❝God damn it. It makes me sick,❞ he said. ❝Nobody knows a thing about this world, not us or anyone else.❞ 

[saekindasus]

Obey Me Headcannons :

MC is caught skipping class

Obey Me! Masterlist , Brothers' Version

Prompt : ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴄ ᴏᴜᴛ.

ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴇ…ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴄ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱɪʟʟ? ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ꜱᴛʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜɴ���ʜɪɴᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴅ-ᴡᴀᴠᴇ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ʏᴇᴛ?- ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇɢɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇᴛᴇʀɪᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ᴄʜɪꜰꜰᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ 3ʀᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜱᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴘɪᴋᴀᴄʜᴜ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜᴅɪʙʟʏ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ (ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ, ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟ ᴏꜰᴄ 👿((ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ))). ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ.

“ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ-” (ʙʀᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ 😭)

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɪʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴘᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ 3 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ 3 ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴇxʜᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ…ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪꜰᴛᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ xᴀɴᴀx ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍɪɴᴇ. *ʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ*”

ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪꜱᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀʜ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴄ. ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ? ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ��ʟᴀꜱꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 2 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ɢʀɪɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴍᴄ, ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ-ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ (ᴡᴏᴡᴡᴡ), ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ!

“ ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ʜᴍ? ʏᴇꜱ ʏᴇꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ‘ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ’. 😊”

ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ. ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴ ɪᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴅ.ᴅ.ᴅ (ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ 💀) ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇxᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴋ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴊᴏʙ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅ.ᴅ.ᴅ ʙᴇᴇᴘꜱ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴘʟᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ 45 ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

“ᴍᴄ ʀ ᴜ ᴏʜꜰʀʙᴠᴇᴜꜱᴜʀꜰʏᴠᴡɪᴏᴇʀʙ38947290.;;;[“ - ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ, ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ. ɢɢ, ᴘᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴄ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ- ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴋᴇ’ꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ 😔. ʟᴜᴋᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɢɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛ-ᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇɢᴀɪɴ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴇʏᴇ-ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴀꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴋᴇ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ’ꜱ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴏʜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴄ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀ- ᴍᴄ? ᴍᴄ?!?!” (ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛ.)

ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱɴɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴜʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ “ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ?.” ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇQᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ 30 ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

“…*ᴄʟᴇᴀʀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ* ᴍɢʜᴍ…ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴡɪɴɢ. ✍️”

ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ, ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, ʜᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ “ʀᴜɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.” ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀɪꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ��ᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ. ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴄ. ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ?. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ?. ʟɪᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴀᴘʜɪɴ.

“…ᴏʜ?. 😐 *ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ.* (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱɴɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄ, ᴀʙᴏʀᴛ ᴀʙᴏʀᴛ)

ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ’ꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴍɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ, ꜱᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ-ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇ “ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ!” ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ (?-) ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʟᴇꜱ, ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ, ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇ-ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀꜱᴍᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴛʜɪᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴏᴜꜱᴇʟ.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴜꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴛʜɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴏ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ…ʏᴇꜱ. ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. 🫥”

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Obey Me! Masterlist , Brothers' Version

[lacunazai]

saw vampire chuuya and held back a scream (i love vampire chuuya)

vampire chuuya the man that you are. he gets addicted to the taste of your blood so fast, sitting himself in your lap or placing you in his. it's gotten to the point most days he doesn't even ask hs just nuzzles your neck and kisses your jaw and you know what he's asking for. God forbid you hurt yourself in any way that makes you blood, don't you know a vampires saliva closes wounds faster then any medical practice? don't you know it saves money on plasters? just let him suckle on it a little, he promises it won't hurt.

[thatkintsugikid]

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ

ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠɪʟ 🧿

[snapemalfoy]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬<𝟑

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆

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♡︎ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀs ᴛᴇᴀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴏᴜʀ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ.

♡︎ʜᴀs Mɪɴᴇʀᴠᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ, ᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ sʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅs.

♡︎ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀs ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴘᴜʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴘᴏɴʏ. ᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴs.

♡︎ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ. sᴇᴠᴇʀᴜs ᴏᴡɴs ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘᴇs. ʜᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ. ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ Mɪɴɴɪᴇ, ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛʀɪᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ.

♡︎ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ, sᴇᴠᴇʀᴜs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ.

♡︎ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ʜᴀs sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜɪs ��ᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴏᴏɴ. ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴘs.

♡︎ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴠᴀsᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs. ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴᴇs sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ.

♡︎ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ꜰʀᴇsʜ ʜᴇʀʙs ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. sɴɪᴘs ꜰʀᴇsʜ ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢs ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴀʟs.

♡︎sᴇᴠᴇʀᴜs ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴘʟᴀɴᴛs, ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ's ᴀ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇssᴏʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ. ꜰᴇᴇʟs ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴜsʜ sᴘʀᴏᴜᴛs ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ.

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"Yeah well you're a butt face and I hate you! You acted like you liked me when you were just using me! I'm not letting you get away with that." (king xavier for toman for the divorce arc) -  ✩   「 @shining-stxrs 」   ✩ 

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Oh, I'm a butt face? I'M a butt face?? ❞ Toman indignantly says, fists trembling at his sides as he glares at his Co-King... Former Co-King? They haven't actually SAID that yet, but telling someone you hate them feels like the same thing. Especially when it's coming from someone who was SUPPOSED to like you more than anyone else. Like like you. Blinking back tears he refuses to shed— cool guys don't cry, cry-babies do... and he is NO cry-baby —Toman wipes at his eyes with an arm before accusingly pointing at Xavier, ❝ YOU'RE the butt-face! ❞

❝ Actually you're worse than that! You're just— just... A big fat liar! Yeah! ❞ Spurred on by how right it feels to yell back, Toman hurriedly spats, ❝ You're trying to make me feel bad when really you're just jealous! You've always been jealous of me! You never actually liked me, you just liked that other people do and wanted some of my coolness to rub off on you! ❞ Chest feeling heavy, voice cracks as he says something he doesn't mean, ❝ Well newsflash King, it didn't work! ❞

❝ You're still uncool as ever! AKA Unlikeable! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[death-by-glitter]

..ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ. 🌸

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴄ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ: @goamazons @ts4eve @sclub-privee @helgatisha @twisted-cat @miikocc @badddiesims @cosimetic @remussirion @sims3melancholic @nightingalesims @jius-sims @arethabee @pralinesims @theslyd @anonimuxsimmer @madlensims @irinaseverinka @simcredibledesigns @kikiw-sims @opaltearsims @redheadsims-cc

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ 'ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ' ʙʏ ᴘʟᴇᴋxɪ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ.

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ: ʜᴇʀᴇ

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TO LUCIFER

''Wʜᴇɴ Lᴜᴄɪғᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴғʟᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs, ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs, ᴏғ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. Bᴇʟᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴀᴠᴇʀɴ. Iᴛs ᴛʜʀᴇsʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴘᴀʟ, ᴇᴠᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟᴜɴᴀʀ ʙᴀᴛʜ...

Hᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘʀɪᴍᴏʀᴅɪᴀʟ Wɪᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ...Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ Kɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴛʜᴇ Mᴏʀɴɪɴɢ Sᴛᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ Pʀᴏᴛᴏɢᴏɴᴏs ᴇɴɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴏʏ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇs! Tʜᴇʏ ғʟᴇᴡ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪᴀsᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ sᴡᴀᴍᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏғ ʜʏᴘᴇʀʙᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ᴠᴀɴɪᴛʏ.

Tʜᴇʏ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ, ʜᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀs, sᴏғᴛ ᴀs ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴡ, ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs.''

Reno Matago, Jeudi 3 Octobre 24