#((karl: ‘i mean you SAID i can do whatever i wanted’

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur) 

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

 dream (ceo and employee romance):  - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office  - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous  - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away  - he thought you were so cute  - and you thought dude was hot as fuck  - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like  *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom  - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you  - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur  whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing  rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it  - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts  - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates  - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT  - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them  - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend”  - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy  - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card  - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade  - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you  - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade  - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 59 (Celebrating Holly & Kris' Good News)

On one of Ash’s weekends with the Landgraabs, Heather and Conrad finally pulled themselves from work in Brindleton Bay to visit her sister Holly in San Myshuno.

"Holl, you look great!" Heather said, smiling down at her large baby bump. "I'm so glad we could get back to the city to see you before you and Kris are knee-deep in diapers!"

"You make it sound like it'll be a bad thing, but we can't wait!" She grabbed her stomach and laughed. "Oh! She's kicking! Want to feel?"

Heather excitedly placed her hand over Holly's stomach, grinning as she felt a baby's foot against the palm of her hand. "I bet she can't wait to come out and meet you. It won't be easy, but at least you and Kris will have Mortimer and Uncle Karl around to help out."

Karl smiled. "I never thought I'd ever get to be so hands-on with a baby, but I think being Great-Uncle Karl will be pretty neat."

Mortimer smiled. "I'm already looking forward to when my grandson Michael can meet and play with his cousin Tetra."

"Tetra?"

Kris returned from cleaning plates in the kitchen. "Yeah, I mean, Holly loves fishing, and Tetra's a really cool name."

If Holly and Kris wanted to name their children after fish, Heather didn't care. "Whatever her name is, I'll love her the same."

Mortimer mixed non-alcoholic cocktails to toast Holly and Kris' impending parenthood, while he and Karl chatted with Conrad about his work.

"So, Conrad, how's life as a detective on the coast? Do you see many smugglers in the area?" wondered Karl.

Conrad shook his head. "I'm told it can get worse in the spring and summer, but the docks are pretty quiet this time of year."

"Smuggling was a lot worse before, but Brindleton Bay's starting to pull itself together," said Mortimer. "When Bella and I moved there after we got married, the place was pretty lawless. It fed right into Bella's depression and had us paying two nannies at a time to watch the kids. But the clinic really started turning things around, and the historical society pitched in to fix up the school and museum. One day, the town might even have a mayor!"

"Still, law enforcement can be a dangerous profession," said Karl.

"Brindleton Bay's a much sleepier town than San Myshuno, and it's a good team there," said Conrad. "I trust them."

"I think he just worries about any of it ever touching his niece," said Mortimer, with a loving glance to his caring husband.

Conrad smiled. "Only our dog ever comes to work with me. I'd never put Heather or her son in harm's way."

"Uncle Karl watches a lot of true crime documentaries," offered Holly with a groan. "Lots of stories about organized crime coming after cop's families."

"I'm not working any organized crime cases in Brindleton Bay, but if it came to it, I'd lay down my life for both of them."

"It'll never come to that," said Heather quickly. She made a mental note not to tell her uncle about her trip through the flame portal to learn from the dead, nor that they still intended to pull out Bella Goth's Grimophone to summon the Reaper himself, when they finally felt ready. "This celebration turned dark awful fast!"

"Sorry, sweetie. It's just nice to see you with someone who takes his responsibilities as seriously as Conrad."

They all knew he was slighting Malcolm but didn't bother to voice it, spending the rest of the weekend enjoying each other's company. ->

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Transcript of Dream’s message

Hey, here’s a Transcript of what Dream said regarding DSMP. Where he confirmed S2 would not happen. I tried to get it accurately as I could while still being pretty clear.

DSMP... okay let’s talk Dream SMP. I’ll just be completely, blunt, I don’t think there will be a season 2. I mean, That’s not 100%. Obviously that could change, there’s been so many discussions about it and there’s a lot of people. Even though its called Dream SMP, it’s not just like a me thing, there’s a lot of people that are part of it, contributing and who have contributed to it. I feel, I’ve discussed this in discord and expressed my opinion on it... and a lot of people have expressed themselves about it. I want to do what everyone wants to do but at the same time I also don’t want to do anything that doesn’t feel like me. Dream SMP was originally started with just me and my friends f*cking around on the SMP but it’s different now. There’s a lot more to it with the DSMP. And the DSMP obviously was iconic and had so many awesome things to it. So I think realistically there won’t be a Season 2. If there was it’d be different and it won’t be for a while if there was. But, I think realistically there’s not so don’t get your hopes up.

And again that’s another thing that’s like hey you know I’m sorry. That’s something like false expectations. But The thing is, everything was done everything was ready. Everything was coded for DSMP Season 2. I had a whole document with all the new features, all the new plans, we had came up with the initial story etc etc. And just like, it didn’t happen. And then after time passed, stuff wasn’t happening, the finales and stuff. The finales took a lot longer than expected and there was stuff that didn’t ever come through with the finales. 

And I honestly lost motivation. One thing I said when we discussed it later on was like definitely once it ended up not happening it was my fault but the reason that it got to that point was because nobody was as motivated and nobody was as into it for a long period of time and everybody got busy with irl stuff. There were periods of time where I would message people and people wouldn’t reply about doing stuff and periods where I got messaged and wouldn’t reply. But then there was a multi-month period where I didn’t know what to do. I was sitting there like ‘I don’t know if we should reboot, I don’t know if we should do fresh stuff’.

And then of course Techno and obviously that complicated things. Our plan for a while unfortunately before Techno passed was to do like a memory related thing in order to have new relationships and friendships and stuff. But then obviously that was something that Phil pointed out like something he didn’t think about then mentioned later on was like oh that kinda sucks because you know it would be erasing stuff Techno had done and stuff. That kinda affected the plans. Do we change what we do? Do we whatever?

Yeah. As far as I know the server’s still up and has been up. Anyone’s that’s on and whitelisted can do what they want and stuff. I know Karl’s talked about doing lore outside of the SMP for his final stuff and I think Quackity’s talked about the same. Because It’s less reliant on other people to do things. Yeah, I don’t know, that’s kinda my thought process on this so I don’t want to whatever. 

And again I just want to go back to a time where we were all saying it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna happen. It was. Everything was done, everything was ready and then. It wasn’t really, it wasn’t just a me thing being like ‘well guess we’re not doing it’ There’s like a lot of stuff that happened and obviously stuff that happened which complicated things, like publicly as well. Some of the stuff... I’m sure you know what I’m referring to. That happened right around when Dream SMP season 2 was in the works and being finished. And so that obviously genuinely demotivated me a lot and made me like alright well whatever. I don’t care. I just want to hang with my friends and go back to my roots and do what’s fun for me.

And everyone that did reply whenever I kinda said that stuff fairly recently on the SMP, like a month ago or a month and a half ago at this point, everyone that replied was very positive like ‘oh yeah it sucks but we just want to be able play an SMP with our friends and stuff. And like yeah, that’s totally fair but that doesn’t necessarily have to be the Dream SMP, that can be anything.

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 33: Discovery

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

“I don’t like this, Finn.”

We both peer around the corner at the gathering Shelbys. Another typical family meeting. But this time it’s more arguing rather than making progress. Obviously more drama happened at the wedding but I have no desire to pry. What I am concerned about is the inward crumbling of this family.

“‘S not the first time we’ve squabbled,” Finn points out.

“Matthew 12:245, every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand. Now John is pissed at Arthur, Polly’s pissed at John. And Lord knows what Thomas’ mood will be.”

“It’s fine,” someone mutters from behind us. Speak of the devil. “You can stay, Finn. Verena, please wait outside.”

Thomas brushes past me and herds Finn into the room, shutting the door behind him. At least he asked nicely. I know this is not my concern and he’d tell me if I was in danger. Still… I wish there was a way I could help. Maybe this stew will smooth some wrinkles out.

I set the table and lay the pot of stew out to cool. It’s been twenty minutes and the muffled shouting tells me Thomas is clearing things up. I hope. If I know him he’s putting business before family and that will only kick the can further down the road.

The doors open and John is the first to come out. He keeps his head down and slumps into a chair at the table. He still looks cross, but I don’t care.

“Do not expect sympathy from me, John. You brought it on yourself. Normally I save this discussion for Thomas but I do not make exceptions.”

He wants to say sorry but, like all Shelbys, is too stubborn to do so. Arthur walks out next and instead of looking grouchy he seems to be having an internal struggle.

“Want some food, Arthur?” I ask softly.

He doesn’t hear me and mumbles to himself. “‘M not soft.”

My mouth presses into a line. “Thomas said that, didn’t he?”

He nods and sits down next to John. “Said I’m going soft. To save the Bible for Sundays.”

“That son of a bitch,” I mutter. “I’ll-”

“Whoa,” John mocks. “Watch the tongue, Steenstra. Maybe you’ve changed too.”

I dry my hands on a towel and pitch it across the counter to vent my anger. “More than I’d care to admit. Has Thomas gone home?”

“Yeah.”

“Very well. I can wait until tomorrow. Time for dinner!” 

I clap my hands and gesture for the others to join us. Polly lets out a tired groan and rubs her temples. Hopefully something a little food can fix.

“Stew smells amazing, Verena!” Finn smiles.

The other three hum in agreement, already scarfing down the meal. Take that, life. I can still be useful without having love! It’s a little lonely, but still good to see how it makes people happy.

Another day, another dollar. Or pound, that is. Thank God Polly lets me go early and invites me to visit Ada with her. Not sure why. Only that she’s meeting someone for a 'special project.’ Whatever that means.

“Who’s in there?” I ask Ada once Polly shuts the door to the drawing room.

Ada sips her tea. “A painter. He’s doing a portrait of Polly. So, are you going to the dinner?”

I frown. “What dinner?”

“Shelby Foundation Charity dinner.” She sees I’m still confused and waves it off. “No matter, you’re welcome to come even without an invite. I’ll sneak you in if I have to.” She rolls her eyes. “God, it’s going to be so boring. Please say you’ll come!”

Her frantic begging does its job to convince me! “Alright, alright! I’ll go. But what should I wear?”

She sets down her tea, takes my hand, and leads me towards the door. “Come with me. We’ll leave Polly to her project. We are having a girls’ day and going shopping.”

Um, that’s not- I really don’t- I guess I’m being forced into a shopping spree. Ada makes a call and in five minutes a car pulls around the corner. Half an hour later of her chatting about Karl and trying to have a normal social life, we end up empty-handed.

“I’m sorry, Ada. I’m not a good shopping partner. Even my mother will tell you that-”

“A-ha!” She points to a store window across the street. 

Ada, I’m not going to dress up in an elegant gown or skimpy flapper dress- Oh my. This one’s different. A deep serene blue dress with ruffled half sleeves and gorgeous lace. A satin sash snakes around the well-figured waist and ties in the back. 

“Is it-?”

“It’s Dutch!” Ada tells me. “It’s a sign, Verena! You have to wear it. You will wear it. Come on!”

She drags me inside the shop straight to the counter. The poor girl behind the register tenses up as if Ada’s pointing a gun at her.

“Hello. I’m buying that blue gown in the window.”

“Th-That’s display only- Ok! Ok.” The girl changes her mind when Ada tilts her head. “One moment.”

She walks out to retrieve the dress and I give Ada a look. “That wasn’t very nice.”

Ada peers straight at me with determination. “Verena. You are a prime, suitable bachelorette who deserves to show off at the dinner. Thomas may have overlooked you but I’ll make sure no one else will.”

Bachelorette? Is that why-? But before I say anything the girl walks back with the dress in a bag. Ada takes it graciously and hands her a handsome tip. We exit the shop and all that’s racing through my head is why I’m going to be wearing this dress.

Show off. Look pleasing. Is that her plan? Get me in the dating world and have me married too? I understand her ambition to boost my confidence but the thought of diving into meeting other men does not seem uplifting. Is this how others think? Done with one man and onto the next? I’m just getting over Thomas. Can’t I let myself be happy being alone?

Ada’s voice pulls me out. “Are you coming back to my place?” 

“No. I- I’ll go put my dress in my closet. Keep it safe. Maybe catch up on some needlework.”

“Really?” she asks, disappointed. “Don’t you ever go out? Socialize?”

“I’m not a Shelby, Ada,” I argue. “I’m not a gangster who walks into any pub and drinks whiskey every night, partying with strangers. My quiet life may seem boring to you but it’s enough for me.”

“I’m just saying there’s nothing wrong with trying something new-”

“I did. I came back here two years ago and tried to- Tried to…”

Ada takes in a breath. “You tried to reach out to Tommy. And now you don’t want-”

“Don’t want to talk about it,” I cut her off. 

Her eyes soften and she purses her lips. “Okay. Um, thanks for shopping with me. It was nice to have a normal day.”

I offer a weak smile and turn away. Back to the house. Back to a stable routine away from disappointment. Because that’s all people do. Disappoint you. No matter how hard you try it won’t be enough. 

“Verena, wait up!”

No. No. No! Not again. What happened to having a married life, Thomas? It’s simple. You go to whatever meetings you have, threaten a few spineless bastards, and go home to Grace and Charlie.  Why does chatting with me fall into your schedule?

He takes a pace next to me, hands in his pockets. “So. You’ve been traveling these past years. Been busy, eh? Busy with matters outside Shelby Company?”

Oh God. It’s happening.

“I’m not planted in Birmingham,” I say matter-of-factly, still looking straight ahead. “There've been matters in other places. You’ve been occupied too.”

“Other places?” he repeats. “What kind of business?”

I keep my voice calm. “My own family’s business. I’ve been visiting relatives.”

“Right. Your own family. Such as the Irish mafia?” 

There it is. Thomas abruptly grabs my arm and pulls me to the side of the street. My heart spikes and fear takes over me. Perfect, just perfect. Am I the new threat to him? He’ll never trust me again.

“You're connected to the Irish mob, and that didn’t seem important enough to tell us?” Thomas hisses. “Yeah, Grace told me everything.”

Of course Grace told him. No secrets between spouses. Or at least not from her end. Thomas has a plethora of secrets but she’s more than willing to blab about what gossip she pries out.

“I’m not a member!” I reject his accusation. “It’s my mother’s side, and she left the mob when she married my father. I didn’t tell you because I don’t want to be treated differently. When people hear who my family connections are they tip-toe around me like I’m a live grenade.” 

Thomas lets me go but still keeps his pierced eyes on me. Same as usual. Now I’ll be added to his list.

“Does that change anything?” I ask softly. “I'm still me. I'm still the same person you knew ten minutes ago. I’ve kept them away from Birmingham so you could work. Uncle Colon admires your progress because he too is a self-made man.”

Thomas takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair. “What bothers me is that you kept it secret. Anything else I should know about?”

I love you. “No.”

“No threats, no murders, no lovers?”

I shake my head sternly, my gaze never faltering. “Nothing.” Why would I tell him?

He thinks for a moment. “Your family-”

“The mob is only from my mother’s side,” I repeat.

“Doesn’t matter. They look out for you. But if there’s anything they can’t do that I can-”

“I’m not looking for anything, Thomas.”

“Then why are you still here?” he asks with a slightly higher tone.

I gawk at him. “You made me stay.”

He scoffs. “I didn’t make you. You accepted our job offer!”

“I stayed because of your job offer! What else am I supposed to do? Go back home and work under the watchful glare of my moeder?”

More Dutch slips out. I don’t care! 

Thomas steps back, mouth slightly open. “Right. Well. This discovery’s given me another idea.”

I huff out a stiff laugh. “Always thinking.”

“How would you like to act as my representative for foreign relations? You’re American, you’re used to a melting pot. Dealing with all kinds. Think you could travel around on our behalf?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Me? A single woman, traveling alone?”

“You’ll have an escort,” he assures like it’s obvious.

Is this a way to keep me employed or a way to keep me far away? If I’m officially seen as an advocate of the Peaky Blinders then no man will dare to even look at me. God must be laughing. How ironic. Working for the man I love but can never have. But what other choices do I have? There’s nothing for me at home except working for vader. Uncle Colon might have an opening but moeder will never allow it. The Shelbys are beckoning me towards their toxic shenanigans once again.

“Very well. I accept.”

Thomas grins. “Wonderful. How do you feel about negotiations with Russia?”

“Anywhere but there. I will not give up my family’s grudge so easily. If you want to risk business with them then that’s on you. Keep me out of it.”

He smirks and we start walking again. “You sound like Grace. She doesn’t like this extension either.”

A hint of darkness clouds my thoughts. “Maybe she’s right.”

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[prismasnotebook]

omg you have to do another post about nolan your last one was so goood!!!!!

Polite People - Nolan Hansen

No summary you die like men

CW: brief light angst, light swearing? pronoun/gender-less reader (I think)…I feel like this is heavy insight to how I perceive Nolan

“Why are you being so stubborn, come inside,” Nolan asked with a laugh as he stood behind you on his front porch, and it stung that he laughed. You knew he probably thought it was a bit.

“No, would you piss off,” you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself as another breeze came through.

“Hey,” he softly started placing a hand to your shoulder but you pulled away.

“I said piss off Nolan. We both know that you’re ‘just being nice’ and that you don’t really want me here.”

He pulled back and nothing was said before you could hear his footsteps retreating and the door open and closing. You let your head fall against the porches fence post, and a couple minutes later the door opened again. You wondered who would be doing damage control.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” Nolan said as a blanket dropped around your shoulders, and you tried to shove it off put he pulled it back over your shoulders. “You’re cold, stop.”

And, it made it so much worse. He was so good at being nice that he had you convinced it was genuine, but you know it wasn’t. It made your eyes sting and brim.

“Then how did you mean it? Because, from where I’m stood it sounded very evident that you’re just tolerating me. And-“ your voice lost its steadiness and you took a sharp inhale. “I get it if you don’t like me romantically, okay whatever. I can cope with that, I was already coped with that. But, I thought we were friends. I was your friend, but you- you weren’t mine. That hurts to learn Nolan.”

“No, I was- I am. I-I like you,” Nolan started and you raised your eyebrows. That would be the dead opposite of what he told Karl and Foolish literally ten minutes prior. “I do. I swear.”

“Then why tell Karl and Foolish that you’re being nice, Nolan? Why? Why tell two people who aren’t me that your just being nice to me? What’s the point in lying to them about me?”

“I didn’t- I knew you could hear okay, and I panicked. They were teasing me because they know I like you. Everyone knows I like you! But, I- I’m just nervous, and I was trying to play it off and I didn’t come across how I meant it. I’m sorry.”

“You like me? Like, like-like me?”

“Yeah,” he responded face dusting pink and you couldn’t help bury your own face in your hands.

“I’m so dramatic.”

“Well, deciding you were gonna stay out in the cold kinda was, but feeling the way you did wasn’t. I would’ve took pretty hard if you said that about me. I took it hard when you snapped at me when I came out here.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized feeling a bit stupid and mean now as you looked at him. “If it helps, though, I like-like you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, can’t help it you have nice smile, and face, and we’ll everything.”

He’s face burned darker and you decided to run with it while it was going good and quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away and staring in the opposite direction. 

“Damn, Nolan’s got W rizz,” you heard an all to familiar voice call and you quickly shot you head in the direction of the living room video only for Karl and Foolish to quickly scramble away.

“I hate you guys,” Nolan called with an embarrassed laugh, and you looked back to him.

“Too make it clear, I am the one with the rizz here,” you explained as you stood up offering Nolan a hand and he took it.

“Yeah,” he said semi-defeated and you both awkwardly dropped your hands. “So, we should go in before they start making things weird right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed and Foolish and Karl didn’t need to because honestly you and Nolan did it instead. You kept space to avoid teasing but still could stop the embarrassment that came every time the two of you made eye contact until Nolan and Karl left for the store.

“I think you and Nolan are cute,” Foolish randomly said as you two were setting up for the stream the four of you were about to do. “Maybe this means we’ll hang out more too. We could stream us sometimes if you visit more often.”

You paused looking over at him, “Um, what makes you say that?”

“Well, cause you guys are together now right?”

“I mean- not exactly.”

“He told you he likes you didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did. I just you know he didn’t really ask me on a date or anything like that. You know we’re dating, we’re just two people that like each other. I guess.”

“So, why don’t you ask him out?”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Go, ‘Hey, Nolan, let’s go on a date sometime.’ And, he’ll go ‘okay’. And, that’s it.”

“Insightful, Foolish,” you deadpanned and he let out a laugh as he looked at you.

“Well, it’s not like it complicated. You like each other and you want to go on a date, ask him. Then, after that ask him to be your boyfriend and we can all hangout together more!”

“Okay Foolish, I’ll ask him out for your sake,” you joked and he smiled finding his seat and at that exact time you heard a door shut and your stomach dropped, and Foolish’s eyes widened in excitement as he looked at you. And, your stomach dropped.

Not long later Karl and Nolan’s laughter could be heard as they made they’re way to the two of you, and you stood up straighter and Foolish pushed your shoulders down as he walked past you.

“Hey, Karl, help me with something right quick.”

Smooth, Foolish. Real subtle. Totally not like everyone in the room didn’t know the previous events of the day.

You and Nolan just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, “So what did you get from the store?”

“Go on a date with me,” he blurted in response and your eyes widened. “Oh, uh sorry. Just some drinks and snacks, other things Karl got.”

“Cool,” you nodded trying to bite back your smile some, “and, I would love go on a date with you.”

The giggle managed to escape you seconds after answering though and Nolan smiled at the sound of it. “You’re cute.”

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes knowing good and well you heart was doing a kick flip and fell back into Foolish’s gaming chair and starting the stream with him and Karl to see how long it would take them to catch on and come back.

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Made incorrect quotes for Temporal Transcendence(WIP). Why am I so obsessed with incorrect quotes.

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Wilbur: You love me, right, Tommy?

Tommy: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

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Tommy: This is such a bad idea.

Wilbur: Then why are you coming along?

Tommy: One of us needs to be able to talk the other Mages out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Techno: Here's some advice.

Dave the Blood God: I didn't ask for any.

Techno(been a statue for a whole century now): Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who can hear me.

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Young Tommy: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Techno: No thanks. I've seen it and I'm not very impressed.

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Techno: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Wilbur: You need to stop.

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Tommy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

The Time Mages: Wasn't Supreme Time Mage Jacobs with you?

Karl: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Wilbur: HELP! I TOLD TECHNO I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Phil, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Wilbur: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Tommy: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Wilbur: Yes!

Techno: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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Tommy: *Screams*

Sapnap: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Wilbur: Should we do something?

Karl: No, I want to see who wins.

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Phil: Shit.

Techno: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Tommy: OH MY GOD WILBUR FELL OFF!!!

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Quackity, a Time Mage, about Tommy: Apparently we're getting someone new in the group.

Sapnap: Are we stealing them?

Karl: New or used?

Quackity: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Techno: Bianca, I'm sad.

Bianca Nihachu: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay.

Tommy: Bo, I'm sad.

Bo Underscore, nodding: mood.

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Karl: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Tommy: You and me!!!

Karl, tearing up: Okay.

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Wilbur: I turned out perfectly fine!

Tommy: Wilbur, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.

Wilbur: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Phil: Hey, you want some leftovers?

Techno: What's that?

Phil: You've never had leftovers???

Techno(grew up poor): No, because I'm not a quitter.

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Tubbo: On a scale from "damn Daniel" to "fre sha vaca do", how are you feeling?

Ranboo: In between "it's an avocado, thanks" and "how did you defeat Captain America", but as a solid answer I would say "I don't need a degree to be a clothing hanger". How about you, Tommy?

Tommy: Probably "road work ahead".

Techno: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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(These are for the sequel if I ever get around to it)

Wilbur, pretending to be General Soot of L'Manburg: What's up guys? I'm back.

Nemesis Nihachu: What the- you can't be here. You're dead. I literally saw you die.

Wilbur, sweating: Death is a social construct.

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Tommy: You have to apologize to General Soot.

Wilbur: Fine.

Wilbur: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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General Soot: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going on.

Wilbur: It's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Tommy isn't.

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Wilbur: I think we're missing something.

Tommy: Teamwork?

Techno: Cohesion?

Nemesis: A general sense of what we're doing?

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Tommy: Have you seen a person named 'Technoblade' around here?

Antarctic Empire Citizen: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Tommy: It looks fine to me?

Citizen: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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General Soot: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Tommy: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Tobias: I got distracted about halfway through.

Nemesis: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Techno: Why is Wilbur so sad?

Tommy: He took one of those "Which L'Manburg-Era Historical Figure Are You?" quizzes.

Techno: And...?

Tommy: He got General Soot.

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Tommy: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

General Soot: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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General Soot, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Tobias: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Soot, with the tone of someone who is used to Tobias: Outstanding.

Soot: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Wilbur: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you.

General Soot: 10 times 0 is still 0 though.

Wilbur: Joke's on you, I can't do math.

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Tommy: Just be yourself.

Wilbur: 'Be myself'? Tommy, I have one day to win the L'Manburg soldiers over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Tommy: Couple weeks.

Phil: Six months.

Techno: Jury's still out.

Wilbur: See, Tommy?

Wilbur: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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General Soot: I'm an idiot.

Wilbur:

Tommy:

Nemesis:

Techno:

Soot:

Wilbur: If you're waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

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Nemesis: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

Tommy: *sighing* "General Soot".

Wilbur, trying(and failing) to talk like Soot: Fuck shit up out there, but don't die.

Tobias: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

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[gg-selvish]

my favourite fics i've posted in my 3 years

hornylovesickmess - rated e - dreamnotnap

“George, what was it again you said you’d do for us? When you let us down again?” “Full reins.” George says, putting his face in his hands. “I said we could do whatever you two want.” From the sound of their voices, they know exactly what they’re going to make him do. And he’s probably gonna hate it. -- George is a dominant top, at least he's pretty sure he is.

purple hue (until my hands are clean of you) - rated e - kwt

Karl is a professional dom, and part of being a professional dom means not getting attached to his clients. Dream is a professional killer, and part of being a professional killer means not getting distracted during a hit. Those are rules of their occupations, but there’s just enough wiggle room around them for bad habits to sneak in. Maybe they're something more than bad habits, maybe they're a bit harder to curb: a vice. Karl and Dream both have an Achilles' heel, and it happens to be each other.

bad, bad, bad - rated e - dreamnotnap

George moves into a Florida duplex during the hottest month of the year. His neighbors are friendly and help him get the heavy boxes and furniture inside without him having to break his back. If George gets unhealthily attached to them and their kindness and their handsomeness and the sounds they make on the other side of their thin walls, there's no problem, right? He can be normal. He can keep it together and not do anything rash like climb through their window.

the blade series: georgenap bad end / kwt good end - rated e

maple syrup (your purple sweater)

George and Sapnap have a messy break up, but George doesn't give up until he has him again.

good luck charm

Dream’s life sucks. He’s high all of the time and has to deal with his nasty landlord taking advantage of him when they’re short on rent. The only light at the end of the tunnel is a relatively charming guy in his grade who he’s heard nothing but bad things about. It all starts when Sapnap says Karl’s asked about him. Dream’s never been asked about before.

kiss me kiss me / gay chicken au - rated e - knf / dn / dnkn

catching fire (kerosene)

George and Karl play gay chicken. (UK trip)

halfway there

Dream and Sapnap play gay chicken. (pre-George Florida)

never say goodbye

Karl’s hands on George, George’s hands on Karl. Another sharp blindside: Karl touching him every time he went to North Carolina, that one time he and George bumped into each other in the bathroom and their chests brushed. Dream’s hands over his naked body, that next level of touch that takes his breath away. Will George ever touch him like that? For the sake of the argument, nothing else, would Karl? Because when Sapnap and Karl were together, there was something there too. Is this just what friendship is? Sharing space with people and wanting to be small and inside of them instead of next to them? How can he feel this way, so deeply and so wanting, for three other people at once? -- Sapnap is deadly in love with three people who might not love him and just can’t keep their hands to themselves.

out of focus, eye to eye - sfw - dreamnap /r to dnn /qp

two headlights shine through the sleepless night (and i will get you alone)

Sapnap has been in love with Dream for a long time, but he's also his best friend. He drives halfway across the country to move in with him on an overnight notice, but didn't count on the night they meet feeling quite so magical.

treacherous

Dream and Sapnap live alone together for two years. One house, one kiss shared between them, and many feelings surrounding that.

friction

George reflects on how Dream and Sapnap got together romantically, and comes out to them as aroace.

quicksand

George gets to Florida and watches Dream and Sapnap fall deeper in love. He doesn't want to be in love, but he wants to be something more.

[thinkingaboutbones]

Yellowjackets Characters Ranked from Most to Least Likely to be a Communist

The ghost of Karl Marx possessed me and made me write this.

Young Nat - I mean come on just look at her. Girlie hates the system!! My anarchist queen!! I love her.

Lisa - She's part of Lottie's intentional community, putting in the work to better herself and the community! You could tell me she's canonically a communist and I would not be surprised.

Adult Lottie - Now I don't think Lottie is a full communist. Like she's running an "intentional community," which is like basically a commune, but she also deliberately positions herself as a leader. You can even see it in the clothes she wears. Like put on the heliotrope comrade!!

Adult Van - Idk I know she criticizes Lottie's community but she just has comrade vibes to me. She's a small business owner (a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do under capitalism) keeping physical media alive!

Adult Nat - She's a bit more jaded than her younger self. Originally, she questions Lottie's community. But she does buy in when she sees and experiences the benefits!

Laura Lee - So I originally had Laura Lee pretty low because of the correlation between Christianity and conservative beliefs in our society. But our queen isn't like that!! She learned how to fly the plane for the good of the community! Helped Lottie cope when she ran out of her meds! And you know maybe neither of those things totally worked out but she was doing her best!!!!!

Crystal - If Crystal can get along with MISTY she can get along with anyone. And she was SHOOK when she learned that Misty had destroyed the black box, aka done something literally so selfish/bad for the group. I think she would do very well in a world where everyone worked together and shared resources for the good of the community.

Akilah - Idk man this is a long list they can't all be well thought out. @lottiesacolyte said she seems open to anything, so I'm just kind of putting her here. Sorry to the Akilah stans.

Young Lottie - Initially I had young Lottie super low on the list, since she's kind of a god/idol to the girlies in the woods. But upon further consideration, she doesn't actually Want that. She goes out of her way to try and Avoid becoming their leader. She just wants everyone to work together and survive. AND she said that if she died they shouldn't let her body go to waste.

Young Van - Young Van's vibes are very similar to her adult self's, but she does kind of buy in super hard to Lottie as leader. I think that under different circumstances she would be more of a communist.

Young Taissa - Young Taissa is a tricky one. Because she is soooo against the Lottie as leader stuff that everyone else is buying into. But at the same time, I feel like She wants to be the leader? Which tracks considering her adult life. I think that her and Van could have been happy living as communists together, but that's not the way life panned out for them.

Adult Shauna - Shauna is fed up with her boring suburban life. And you know what would make you happier, queen? Communism!

Randy - Okay this one is a little silly goofy. But he's just sooo down to help Jeff. Help him with blackmail, help him seem like Shauna is cheating on him. He's a real one. I don't think it's likely that Randy would be a communist but like if Jeff was doing it? Maybe!

Jeff - Very similar to Randy, I think that he would just kind of go with the flow with what everyone else is doing. He's pretty traditional, but if Shauna wanted to try communism he'd give it a whirl with her.

Javi - Javi is a child. He's an icon and I choose to believe he would adjust to communism, but let's be real he's gonna just go with the flow.

Sammy - Sammy is also a child, even more of a child than Javi. He'll do what his parents tell him to do.

Gen and Melissa - Okay I put them together because I don't know a single thing about either of them. They're side characters, they'll do whatever everyone else is doing LOL.

Mari - Mari is kind of a hater. And that's so relatable. She's kind of a go with the flow girlie. But also because of her hater energy I feel she would not immediately adjust well to communism.

Jackie - Jackie is a traditional girlie. She's used to being queen bee. She doesn' adjust well to living in the woods, and she wouldn't adjust well to communism. I think that she could if pressed! But she would be resistant, let's be honest.

Young Shauna - While Jackie's alive, Shauna will do whatever Jackie does, regardless of her own thoughts on the matter. After Jackie dies (rest in peace my girlfailure icon queen), Shauna's a little more ambitious. You think a girl who's mad she didn't get to be antler queen would be immediately down with communism? Absolutely not. I think she would adjust, but not easily.

Callie - Callie's in her edgelord, I'm cooler than everyone else era. Perhaps one day when she is older she will embrace the radical joy and love communism can provide, but for now she would Not be happy with a change in the status quo. She has big Jackie queen bee energy, and she doesn't want that to change.

Adult Travis - Travis' response to the trauma of the wilderness was to move to the middle of nowhere, so I don't think communism would quite be his vibe. But I do think that he'd be more open that his younger self, just due to life experience and Hopefully being less misogynistic now. But we don't really see a lot of him so who's to say!

Young Travis - Travis buys into so much heteronormativity and toxic masculinity nonsense that I think it would be really hard to shake it out of him.

Simone - She's married to Taissa, so she's clearly bought into the idea that a liberal government can somehow liberate us.

Adult Taissa - She's literally part of the system. Also she can eat dirt for free under capitalism, so why bother being a communist? She's a deadbeat dad, acting like providing for her family monetarily is the only thing that matters and not Love and Quality Time.

Adam - Adam would tell people he's a communist. He might even think it's true. But when push comes to shove? That man is not going to radically change his life. He's fake woke and I hate him, good riddance.

Adult Misty - She was NOT on board with Lottie's intentional community. She abuses the elderly. She murders people. Misty wants power and control, and communism wouldn't allow her to have that.

Walter - This man is RICH but instead of redistributing his wealth he bought a big fancy house and all he does is go on Reddit and be crusty and lame.

Coach Ben - They're literally stranded in the middle of nowhere and this man keeps trying to act like he's in charge? Like you only have one leg my dude, just let the girlies take care of you. And then instead of talking things out when he disagrees with the collective, he BURNS THE CABIN DOWN. Evil evil man.

Young Misty - I hate her. She's a creep. She broke the black box just because she liked feeling important. She killed Crystal to keep her secret, and doesn't even want anyone to eat Crystal's body even though everyone is starving. Keeping valuable resources from the community is NOT very communist of her.

Kevyn - ACAB!!

Jay - ACAB ACAB HE'S SO CRUSTY I HATE HIM HE'S A CREEP!!!!!!!!

[vriskarlmarx]

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"We have no compassion and we ask no compassion from you. When our turn comes, we shall not make excuses for the terror. But the royal terrorists, the terrorists by the grace of God and the law, are in practice brutal, disdainful, and mean, in theory cowardly, secretive, and deceitful, and in both respects disreputable."

Karl Marx, "Suppression of the Neue Rheinische Zeitung," May 1849

my name is dani. i was born in the mid-90s if my age matters to you. i'm from the south as in el sur del mundo as in latinoamerica. im a communist (in real life not online). death to america.

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i don't have side blogs so everything goes here, from fandom stuff to political stuff to general haterism. i have been on this blog for over ten years so if you scroll back and find something immeasurably cringe no you didn't <3

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links to my writing under the cut. it's mostly fanfic, fandoms are primarily jjk, fma, death note, andor, star wars with a couple of strays (severance, disco elysium/pjol, star trek, others). also now featuring some original works.

I put a little ⭐ next to my personal favorites :3 Drabbles are all at the bottom (not segregated by fandom). Original stuff also at the bottom.

Andor

Separate from Star Wars because as we know Andor is so good I'm not even going to call it a Star Wars TV Show.

⭐ Elegy for the Living | F/F | Cinta/Vel | T | Trauma, grief, colonialism & imperialism

After Ferrix, Vel grows quiet, coiled tight and weighed down by something heavy. Cinta tries her best to hold her.

Akelarre | F/F and M/M | Cinta/Vel and Skeen/Nemik | T | Non-linear narrative, developing relationships, revolutionary militancy

Even as the ax begins to descend, much can flourish in the misty mountains of Aldhani. A study in Cinta & Vel in one direction, and Skeen & Nemik in another.

tether/latch | M/M | Cassian/Luthen | E | Blowjob-flavored character study, dissociation, bad coping mechanisms, dubious consent

Cassian is shaken after a mission. Luthen "helps".

⭐ el corazón de todo invierno | M/M | Cassian/Luthen | M | Revolutionary militancy, bad coping mechanisms, sexpionage, Cassian Andor's big brown sad wet eyes, sexualizing that old man | Title is in Spanish but work is in English

Cassian nods. He’s clearly trying to control his face, but those expressive eyes of his don't help conceal the nerves and confusion in his next question. "And what does being your plus one entail?" Despite himself, Luthen looks Cassian up and down briefly, his relaxed but contorted position on the couch, the way his hair falls on his forehead, his hands slack at his thighs while holding the datapad. He feels every single one of his years and sins on his shoulders as he begins to explain. "Like I said, I have an image to maintain. People in my position are expected to bring, essentially, a trophy spouse or a young escort as company. For me, I'll be expected to bring a pretty young man. And that's where you would come in." -- Luthen needs to maintain his cover at a black market auction, and Cassian is itching for a mission.

Death Note

Powder Keg | F/F | F!Mello/F!Near | E | PWP, gunplay, don't try this at home

Mello stops by Near's room for a late night visit after getting her photo back earlier that day. Near has a certain… fixation.

Prometheus Bound | M/M | L/Light | M | Eroticized cannibalism and gore, dreams, second person POV

In your dream, he hands you a knife.

⭐️ Weird Animals | M/M | L/Light | E | Ryuk POV, being bad at gay sex, humor

This is the most godawful gay sex Ryuk has ever seen.

⭐ discipline & punish | Contains M/M but is character-focused not ship-focused | Beyond Birthday (incl. Beyond/L, Beyond & A, Beyond & Watari) | M | Character study, state and imperial violence, the carceral system, child abuse

Beyond Birthday; or, a life inside a series of cages.

⭐ How to Burn Down the Sacred Loom | M/M | Mello/Near | M | Tragedy, codependency, dream sequences, necrophilia, gun kink, four-act structure with interludes

A tragedy in four acts, overseen by a nameless choir.

petite mort | M/M | L/Light | M | Murder kink, L's Kira fetish | Title is in French but work is in English

L knows what's coming for him. He feels it burn like a wildfire under his skin.

Disco Elysium/Püha ja õudne lõhn (The Sacred and Terrible Air)

⭐ No Return Address | M/M | Ignus Nilsen/Kras Mazov | M | Epistolary format, grief, revolutionary militancy, leftist infighting, historical memory, I reached my target audience for this when a Brazilian syndicalist said they really liked it

A compilation of letters found among the belongings of Inayat Khan months before the apocalypse, all signed under the name Ignus Nilsen.

Doctor Who

Step & Reverberate | M/M | Nine/Jack | T | Dancing, fluff, post-The Parting of the Ways AU

The time vortex is more generous than expected: Nine never needs to regenerate, and Rose remembers saving Jack's life, so he comes back to the TARDIS after the battle with the Daleks. After an all-too-close brush with death, Jack and the Doctor share a moment in the TARDIS.

Chiaroscuro | Gen or F/M | Clara & Eleven or Clara/Eleven | G | Second-person POV, ambiguous relationship | I wrote this over ten years ago so I no longer take responsibility for it | Title is in Italian but work is in English

Her light feet carry her across your console room and you want to scream in frustration because you don't understand a thing about her. -- The Doctor reflects on Clara and the mystery she presents, but finds himself thinking of the person she is.

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood/Manga)

bleed the sand | Gen | Roy Mustang | M | Character study, genocide, PTSD, dream/nightmare sequences

Roy Mustang remembers his dreams.

⭐ Conventional Weapons | M/M | Roy Mustang/Scar | M | Genocide, PTSD, complicated relationships, blind!Roy

Scar has been participating in the reconstruction effort of the Ishvalan capital for a few months. It's a strange kind of chance that gets him to cross paths with Roy Mustang just in time to save him from an attempt on his life.

Homestuck

The Way Down | Gen | John Egbert | T | Character study, depression, PTSD, one must imagine Sisyphus vibing

John runs out of milk and goes on a walk. Character study.

Jujutsu Kaisen

⭐ Hostia | M/M | Ryoumen Sukuna/Itadori Yuuji | M | Dubious consent erotic eating (just trust me), dissociation, loss of bodily agency/autonomy, abuse

Hostia (n.): The body of Christ, or the sacramental bread eaten at communion. In the original Latin, “sacrificial victim”. - After Shibuya, Yuuji has strange dreams.

against the feather of ma'at | M/M | Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru | M | Counter-chronological, complicated relationships, on-again-off-again, tragedy

Satoru and Suguru, from end to beginning.

orpheus in the night | M/M | Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru | M | Dreamlike, atmospheric, complicated relationships, ambiguous ending and also beginning and also middle

When Suguru calls, Satoru comes.

Severance

⭐ O, Lazarus! | Gen | Helly R & Helena Eagan | M | Character study, nihilism, body dysphoria, mild psychosexual selfcestuous undertones

Losing oxygen slowly as she hangs in the elevator up from the severed floor, Helly’s fractured mind confronts itself.

Shadow and Bone

Late Harvest | F/M/M | Alina/Nikolai/Mal | T | Pining, feelings realization, getting together, triad

Nikolai Lantsov is the heir to the throne. He can have anyone he wants, except the two people who only have eyes for each other.

Star Trek

Synthesis of Vast Contradictions | F/F | T'Pring/Christine Chapel | Polyamory, cultural differences, emotional tension, erotic hand massage

Christine has... complicated feelings about her boyfriend’s fiancée.

Star Wars

Torque | F/F | Sabine/Ahsoka | E | Unresolved emotional tension, PTSD, aftermath of genocide, sex as a coping mechanism, xeno

There's something off about Sabine at training. Ahsoka tries to help.

⭐ Necrotic Tissue | M/M | Thrawn/Ezra | M | Abusive/toxic relationships, loneliness, complicated feelings, large age gap

Years after parting ways with Thrawn after crash-landing with him on Peridea, Ezra runs into him again.

Bitter Fruits | Contains M/M but is tone-focused not ship-focused | Sabine & Ezra, Thrawn/Ezra | T | Humor, outsider POV

Good news: Sabine and Ahsoka have found Ezra. Bad news: They've also found Thrawn. Weird news: Ezra and Thrawn are getting along. Perhaps too well for Sabine's liking.

Original

Del Viento | T | En castellano | Latinoamerica, tiempo verbal futuro, primera persona

Dejé mis pulmones en el sur. Recuerdo haber soplado en la quebrada, dejado un aliento en las rocas mojadas del bosque. Casi me tropecé en el musgo, y ahí de seguro se me cayeron al agua. Desde ahí que solo el viento me lleva en su soplido.

Of The Wind | T | English translation of Del Viento | Latin America, future tense, forst person POV

I left my lungs in the south. I remember breathing out on the gorge, leaving my breath behind on the wet rocks of the forest. I nearly slipped on the moss, and that’s surely where I dropped my lungs in the water. From then on, I’ve been carried by the wind’s own breathing.

Drabbles

Cold Rain | Andor/Star Wars | Vel Sartha

Hot Steel | Andor/Star Wars | Cinta Kaz

Orbit | Star Wars OT | Luke Skywalker

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

George tells Sapnap about an uncomfortable dream

yippee :33 i did a little season 2 headcanon drabble

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“So you seriously want me to believe,” Sapnap says, voice high, “That you’re having some fucking- prophetic dreams?”

George groans, shaking his head and punching Sapnap’s arm. They’re walking on the path, cobble clicking under their boots. It’s a nice day, the sun high in the afternoon sky, and they’ve passed several other members of the server during their walk. That doesn’t do much to relieve George’s frustration at Sapnap’s inability to understand him.

“No,” he grits out, kicking a stone off the path. “They’re not prophetic, idiot. I think they’re like- a past life.”

Sapnap scoffs. “Right. And that’s more believable than seeing the future in your dreams?”

“I- Well, no, but that’s not what I’m saying. Were you listening at all?”

“Well…” Sapnap trails off, and George searches his face for even a hint of shame, only finding a shit-eating grin. He groans again, turning off the path to duck under the shade of a tree. Sapnap follows, settling next to George when he leans against the wide tree trunk. 

“Okay, listen, I’ll tell you again, but you have to promise to listen this time,” George speaks slowly, tone patronizing. “Or I’ll burn you’re house down.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Sapnap objects, throwing his hands up in surrender when George turns to glare at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll listen, but only because I think you’re going crazy and it’s like, entertaining.”

George rolls his eyes, but starts his explanation again. “So. For months now, I’ve been having these weird dreams. They always feel- they always feel real, like everything makes sense and works together. And all those dumb tricks to tell if you’re in a dream? They never work. The clocks always have a time and I can look down and see my feet or whatever. But I can never change what happens.”

“You’re sure you’re not just- I don’t know, lucid dreaming or whatever the fuck it’s called?” 

“I don’t think so,” George hums, thinking. “I talked to someone about that- Fundy I think? And he said you should be able to control everything in a lucid dream.”

“You told Fundy before me?” Sapnap’s hand covers his heart, and the false offense in his voice is enough to make George roll his eyes. “I thought we were friends, George, I’m heartbroken.”

“Shut up idiot, I didn’t tell him what I was dreaming about. He didn’t even really ask.”

“Still,” Sapnap is fidgeting with his sword where it sits in its hilt, a habit that annoys George to no end. “I’m offended.”

“You’ll live,” George says, forging on. “So because of all that, I think the dreams are, like, memories.”

“But why would they be of a past life? I don’t get that part.”

And now George hesitates, because for as much as he wants someone to talk to about his dreams, he’s not sure how to explain the actual contents without scaring Sapnap off. “It just- is. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“George,” Sapnap groans. “What’s the point of telling me about your crazy dreams if you won’t give details?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Then explain it or I’ll burn your house down.”

“Fine! Fine, if you really want to know- I see you guys,” George turns, staring out into the horizon rather than meet Sapnap’s eyes. “You and Dream and Bad and everyone.”

“What’s so complicated about that?” Sapnap asks, and George appreciates that he sounds genuinely curious. “I mean- you’re meant to only see faces you know in your dreams or whatever.”

“Well aren’t you just the dream expert today,” George laughs, relaxing back against the tree, rolling his eyes when Sapnap chuckles at the double meaning. “But it’s not about you being there, it’s about what you do. Like- I knew you were a fire demon before you told me, right?”

“Well, I don’t exactly hide it.”

“It was a few hours after we met.”

“Still-”

“I knew you had a crush on Karl before you told me, too,” George cuts Sapnap off, quickly growing frustrated again. “And I’ll bet you like Quackity too.”

Silence. Stunned, satisfying silence. “What the fuck- George! How did you-”

“Like I told you, idiot, I know things because of my dreams,” George says, smug. 

“So in your dreams I like, told you I liked them?”

George hesitates, tentative now that they’re getting into the details. “More than that you guys- you guys were engaged.”

“Me and- and Quackity?”

“No, all three of you,” George breathes out, not surprised when Sapnap grabs his arm, turning George to face him. His jaw is hanging open, and George is sure if he could see red, he’d see Sapnap blushing like crazy. “You guys were pretty gross, honestly. Like, all over each other all the damn time.”

“Oh my god,” Sapnap whispers. “Does that mean I have a chance in this life?”

George can’t help the wince that crosses his face, and Sapnap’s expression falls. “Again, it’s more complicated than that. You guys were engaged- but never married.”

“Oh. That’s- that’s okay, I guess. Better than nothing, right? Can you tell me the whole story? I promise I’ll pay attention this time.”

George nods, sliding down the tree to sit in the grass, settling in for a long story with Sapnap next to him. 

It feels strange to tell a story that isn’t his, but George does his best. And of course, the story of Sapnap and his fiances quickly devolves into a retelling of everything he’s seen in his dreams- because it’s all so intrinsically connected.

Sapnap nods along the whole time, asking questions that send George on tangents, and by the time the sun is setting, his throat hurts from too much talking. 

It feels so cathartic to get everything out though, and after George describes the end of things, the way the world had vanished around him, they sit in silence together. 

George plays with the grass between his fingers, shredding it finely and thinking of the last dream he’d had- the one he’d just told, of the end of the world. 

That dream had been particularly vivid- and confusing, because it had started with him waking up, in an unfamiliar house, and unfamiliar bed. He’d felt tired, like he should just close his eyes again, go back to the world of his dreams within the dream. 

But something had kept him awake. Maybe it was a sixth sense, a sense of danger warning him of a fate he couldn’t avoid. 

He’d fought sleep in the dream, a distinct sense of defiance coming from the choice. Leaving his little house had been a further act of rebellion, and the sun had been bright in his eyes outside, the shade of the mushroom house keeping it off his skin. The kingdom was always so beautiful in his dreams- so different from the other settings they usually took place in. There was so much darkness, so much destruction and pain, that the mushroom kingdom was a beautiful escape he’d look forward to falling asleep and seeing. 

But on this day, in this dream, something had felt off. Kinoko had felt unsafe, the shadows stretching long under the sun, the sky perfect and cloudless, empty.

He’d felt like he needed to run. To hide. But there was no running from what came.

Like the grass between his fingers, everything around George in the dream had been ruined. The ground turned inside out, the sky falling in and crushing everything beneath it. 

The end of all things, of the fascinating world that George had grown to love- even if the him from his dreams was so painfully apathetic. 

So when Sapnap asks, after minutes of sitting with the new knowledge, what they ought to do with this knowledge, George’s answer is easy.

“We can’t let it happen again.”

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Heavy trigger warning! This story includes heavy themes of ab*se, r*pe, self h*rm, mental illness and violence.

You can check out the other chapters by going on the Freedom tag on my page!

All likes and comments are massively appreciated

Freedom: A John Shelby mini fic

Chapter five: 5889 words

The next day, Alice woke up completely ecstatic for the evening ahead. She got dressed and made breakfast quickly, leaving plates out for everyone before heading straight to Ada's. The family would soon all be awake and downstairs before the food could get too cold and although it may not have been as good as her usual fresh breakfasts, Alice felt too nervous to wait around for John and make conversation with him.

The woman was giddy like a teenager and the anxiety of going on a date was hitting her hard.

"It's been a long bloody time, what if I've lost all my moves?" She had worried as she hopped on the tram to Ada's, her mind racing and body alert. Every minute, she looked over her shoulder in fear of seeing Jones or one of his associates. But luckily, she never did and soon made it to the dingy apartment.

"I wasn't expecting to see you today. Is everything okay?" Ada asked after welcoming Alice in, always expecting the worst.

Karl was sat on her hip, fussing as she gently rocked him. It was clear on Ada's face that she hadn't slept much and so Alice headed over to her as she answered.

"Yeah everything is great.. Do you want me to rock him for a bit? You look shattered."

Ada's face filled with relief and she quickly handed Karl over to Alice before collapsing onto the messy bed. He soon settled into her arms, gurgling and giggling up at her as she began to baby talk to him. The girl had an indescribable amount of love for Ada and Karl, still quite shocked by her best friend being a mum. The last time she'd seen her before coming back to Birmingham, she was a sweet yet rebellious seventeen year old girl. Now she was a grown woman, just like Alice, and that pained them both.

"Thank you." Ada finally huffed, still lying face up on the bed. "He does love his auntie Alice."

"And his auntie Alice loves him." She cooed before turning to her friend with a straight voice. "Where's Freddie? You look like you haven't slept for bloody days."

"God knows! Fighting for the bullshit bloody cause somewhere! I haven't heard from him in days! Who even cares at this point anyway?" She groaned.

Alice gently put Karl into his crib, who immediately started whining, but ignored it and headed over to the bed.

"No! See! Now he's upset again!" Ada groaned, going to sit up but Alice stopped her.

"He just wants attention. Let him whine. He'll be right back in Aunties arms in just a moment." She comfortingly said. "Right now we need to talk about you and what you want."

"Is that why you came over?" Ada scoffed. "To talk about my shitty marriage? Surely not."

"Well actually I came over because I need to buy a nice dress and John gave us some money to-"

Ada immediately shot up straight at her brothers name.

"What do you mean John gave us some money?"

"He gave me some money for a nice dress and shoes and you to get whatever you want I guess. Girls day on him he said." Alice handed Ada her note, seeing her face soften and then immediately tighten again, this time with a mischievous grin.

"So my brother is taking you out on some kind of date and you need a dress for it? Since when has this been a thing?" She chuckled.

Alice headed back over to Karl, rocking him on her hip to stop the whining before bashfully answering.

"I don't even know, we kissed some weeks ago and then last night I basically told him to man up and ask me out, so he did." She replied, earning a laugh from Ada. "Now he says I need to get some nice clothes for a nice restaurant tonight, so come on. I'll get Karl ready while you sort yourself out."

Ada beamed up at her friend, knowing that John had wanted her for years and feeling extremely pleased for him. Out of all her brothers, he would be the one to treat her right and she knew that.

"Okay, I do need to get some clothes for Karl, he's already growing out of the ones I bought a month ago!"

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The two woman and Karl spent a couple hours in the city centre, going to all sorts of shops and trying on all sorts of clothes.

Alice hadn't bought herself anything with money in a long time, let alone an item of clothing. And this was her first time ever buying a luxury item of clothing. She tried on many dresses, all the meanwhile receiving either extremely excited or brutal feedback from Ada on how each one looked.

"No one wears that neck shape anymore, are you trying to look like a nun?" She had teased as Alice looked the dress up and down.

"Yeah it's almost like I was locked away and kept out of the fashion loop for nearly six years, isn't it?" Alice scoffed back, making Ada feel guilty until the girl sent her a cheeky smile.

"Nah you're right though. Let's go somewhere else. I wanna look... seductive for your brother tonight."

"Eww." Ada groaned, pushing Karl's pushchair out of the shop, but soon they were both giggling again as they headed into the next boutique, everyone clearing their path for the Shelby sister.

As lunchtime hit, Alice still hadn't found a dress she liked, sitting in a bakery cafe and complaining about it.

"I just don't get it. They're beautiful dresses, so why don't I feel beautiful in them?" She groaned before taking a bite out of her cake. "Mmm these are fucking good though."

"Maybe it's just because you're not used to seeing yourself looking so.. done up. After all those years, it's probably messing with your brain a bit." Ada sent her a soft look as she cut up Karl's food. "I mean I'm surprised you're even willing to do half the things you've been doing."

"Like what? Relatively functioning as a human being?" She teased, earning a scoff from her friend.

"Stop acting like what happened was just this minuscule thing that everyone can just brush over. It's amazing that you're even alive, you've got to give yourself more credit... I mean choosing a job at The Garrison of all places, if it were any other person I think she'd be terrified of men forever."

"I still am slightly terrified of them." Alice quietly admitted. "But I can't let myself be.. I have to be strong and unafraid. That's the only way to survive. Or else he wins."

Ada knew there was no use questioning the girl and her method of dealing with things, instead reverting the conversation back to shopping and the baby talk they were engaging in with Karl.

"I've got everything I need, with change to spare. There's one more dress shop down here, maybe when you look at these ones; try to remember that you're the beautiful Alice fucking Shepherd. Not whatever he made you be."

Ada's words definitely helped, boosting Alice's confidence as they tried on the next few dresses, actually feeling like they belonged on her this time. She wasn't just some impoverished, grubby girl poorly masquerading in a rich person's dress; she was a beautiful, enticing woman who deserved to wear something to match that beauty.

A long sleeved, turquoise dress suddenly stood out on the rack to her. The material was soft, covered by a symmetrical mesh pattern with the occasional line of sequins sewed in. It's v shaped neckline and low cut back would be slightly ever so revealing, as would the skirt that cut just at her knees, but at the right level where it wasn't too scandalous.

Once she tried it on, she was set on buying it, only encouraged by Ada's excitement as the tailor sewed in the waist for a tighter fit, accentuating her hourglass frame. Even the grumpy shop owner complimented her; claiming "if that dress were made for anyone, it's you."

The shoe shopping was easy, almost any sexy pair of black heels being satisfactory - as long as the heels weren't too high. Ada and Alice used to confidently strut around in three inch heels when they'd sneak out at night as teenagers and whilst Ada retained the trait, Alice hadn't worn heels in years. She secretly feared that she wouldn't be able to walk in them - feeling as if it would show her weakness; the forced change that she'd been through. But instantly upon walking along the cobbled street, her strut was as perfect and confident as ever before, putting a small spark in her belly and a grin on both her and Ada's faces.

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Now Alice was sat on Ada's bed as she styled her hair, Karl finally falling asleep and leaving the two women with some comfortable quietness whilst they discussed the night ahead.

"You know, I still can't believe you've been snogging one of my brothers and didn't tell me about it until today!" Ada snickered from the bed, a glass of wine in her hand. "That is so Alice fucking Shepherd of you!"

"What does that even mean?" Alice turned to her for a second before focusing back on the grubby vanity, attempting to style her hair. "I've heard so many people say that yet no one has ever explained it."

Ada took a sip from her glass and sat up straight before answering with a smile.

"In this instance it means you're unpredictable and maybe ever so slightly scandalous." Both of them giggled at that. "But I guess for other instances it would mean other things."

"Like what?" Alice said.

"I don't know like if someone were to attack everyone in the room because they were stopping her from slitting her wrists with a rusty fucking-"

"Okay, okay I get it." She cut off her friends retelling of the story with a playful side eye. "So if someone does something completely irrational, unpredictable and potentially scandalous or violent - you'd call it an Alice Shepherd."

"Yeah, pretty much." Ada answered shortly, causing the two women to giggle again.

"Anyway, that wasn't the original point. The original point was that you're going out with my fucking brother! That's so gross!"

"I think it's quite sexy actually." Alice teased before taking a sip of her brandy, Ada fake gagging in response.

Another hour passed of them drinking and chatting, Alice even using some of Ada's makeup to "properly doll herself up" as the woman had put it. She felt the nerves in her stomach getting worse by the minute, although the drink did calm them a bit.

It was at seven o clock, on the dot, that a car horn came from outside. The two woman turned to each other ecstatically before Alice rushed out the door, instantly feeling more relaxed when she saw the handsome man leaning cooly against his car.

"Wow. You really did get your moneys worth with that dress didn't you." John said, quickly eyeing her up and down before making eye contact and sending a cheeky grin. "Fuckin' gorgeous you are!"

"You're not looking too bad yourself you know?" Alice shot back although she was secretly going crazy with butterflies. "That a new suit or something? I don't see any blood on it."

He opened the car door and gestured for her to step in, looking gentlemanly until he rolled his eyes and teased her back with "You're not one to talk about blood stains."

She scoffed but nonetheless took his hand as she stepped up into the passenger seat, he soon beside her in the drivers. His hands went straight to a compartment by the wheel, pulling out two cigarettes and a lighter, casually chucking them on to her lap.

"Well let's hope I won't be getting any blood on this tonight." She took one of the cigarettes and lit it as John started to drive.

"There won't be no blood. Not tonight." He quickly ran his eyes along her again before focusing back on the road. "Definitely not with you looking like that."

The drive into the city centre was short but full of flirting, both of them growing more giddy by the minute.

John had been hyping himself up all day for this night, letting it stew in his head until it started to wind him up. However, as soon as he laid his eyes on the woman - a comforting grin pasted on her glowing face - he felt his anxiety fade and a feeling of awe and relief overflowing him. Her teasing didn't make him nervous, instead it made him more excited to be around her, constantly intrigued by what she'd say next.

Once they reached the restaurant though, her teasing stopped. Instead she was silent as she looked around at the gilded pillars and crystal chandeliers.

"This place is super fancy, John!" Alice whispered, looking around at the artistic decor in disbelief. "Are you sure this dress is nice enough? I feel underdressed."

The way her eyes looked up at him, looking so innocent as she showed a slip of insecurity, made his body stir and he moved his arm so that it was gently gripping her waist.

"Yes. I promise that dress is more than nice enough." He spoke quietly with a chuckle in a way that brought her comfort.

Some heads turned as they were walked to their private booth; either enamoured by the presence of a Shelby or the beautiful woman strutting alongside him. They were both aware of the stares but unbothered; John feeling proud to be seen with such an enticing woman whilst Alice was focusing on the glamour of the room she'd found herself in, never before having set foot in such a high class place.

Once they reached their table, Alice immediately started talking; awe still evident in her eyes.

"John, this is the poshest place I've ever been! Look at all these paintings and the architecture! Do you come here often?"

"Every so often with the boys, yeah." He replied, picking up the menu and quickly skimming through it before handing it across the table. "What do you want?"

As her eyes scanned the menu, they got wider by the second, each price getting higher than the last. She knew that John could afford it, but she couldn't help but feel slightly guilty at the thought of him spending that much money on her. If it was any other man, she would've gone for the most expensive option with no hesitation and felt nothing about it. But John made her soft and as much as she hated it, she also loved it.

"It's so expensive here, I don't know-" Alice started to speak unsurely but John interrupted her.

"Stop it with the humble shit. You're Alice fucking Shepherd, you're worth every penny I spend tonight and every penny after, you got that?" He was playfully dominant, in a way that made her want to submit but naturally she fought back, quickly switching back into her confident role as her brain had been trained to do so.

"Okay." She winked, looking through the menu again.

John hadn't taken his eyes off her since they sat down, seeing her posture, tone and position change with each of her mood swings. He was starting to be able to read her; when her self esteem would suddenly drop to when her false defences would just as quickly come up. It made him think about all the time he'd spent intimidated by her as a kid and how it was all just an act then too; that Alice fucking Shepherd was never really the big, bad wolf everyone saw her as. She was just a scared kid - just like he was.

That intense trail of thought was cut off though by the sound of Alice telling her order to the waitress, John following by saying "Just get me the usual."

The waitress didn't take long to bring their drinks; a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey. Both of which were quickly opened and being sipped on.

"So, how was shopping with Ada and Karl? I've heard he's a big fan of you." John said.

"It was really good actually, thank you. I think she needed it more than I did, bloody Freddie leaving her all by herself with Karl. I ought to give him a piece of my bloody mind when he comes back." She started to ramble before seeing the amused grin forming on John's lips, playfully glaring and saying "How about you, how's your day been?" before he could tease her.

"Been a slow one, was mostly at the shop, thinking about what dress I'd be seeing you in tonight." He grinned.

"You're a really big fan of this dress aren't you? Did you even notice the hair or the shoes?" She rolled her eyes but also with visible amusement.

"Yes I did in fact, I even noticed the bit of rouge or whatever you ladies call it on your face. And that black shit around your eyes." He paused for a moment before continuing. "It looks good."

The playful flirting fired back and forth all throughout dinner, a game of sorts being played of who can make who react the most. It was a game that Alice used to play masterfully with almost every man she encountered, but John was a fair match - another thing she found riveting.

"I thought there was going to be dancing." She scoffed, putting her cutlery down as she finished her dish. "Where's the dancing John?"

"If you want to dance, get up and dance." He scoffed back at her with a grin. "Go on!"

"You're the one who said we'd go dancing! Why don't you dance!"

"Because I won't look half as good as you doing it." He put his cutlery down and gestured for a waiter to come over as he spoke. "And anyway, I thought maybe that you could do some cooking and we just dance together like that one night, you're a good cook after all."

"What, tonight? After all this food we've just eaten?"Alice shot him a confused look.

"No obviously not tonight. Another night." He send a cheeky smirk, earning a fake gasp from Alice.

"So we're going on another date are we?"

"I recon so, don't you?" The smirk had fallen slightly and she could tell that he was serious, maybe even slightly nervous.

She raised her eyebrows with a grin, her eyes locking with his as she replied "Yeah I do recon so."

His cool facade instantly resumed and he finished his drink, pouring himself another one before speaking again.

"So how come you're so good at cooking now? Can't remember you ever being in a kitchen if it weren't to bother someone." He chuckled. "All that time away must've taught you that at least."

Alice too poured herself another drink before speaking, a flicker of painful memories momentarily flashing through her mind.

"Well one of the only things I was let out to do was cook. The other women taught me some things I guess, even though they were a bunch of bitches. And it's not like I ever got to eat much of what I made, if any at all." Her gaze settled onto the glass in her hands, her body freezing as she talked - a completely different atmosphere enveloping the table as John intently listened, taking note of the empty stare she displayed; like a soldier retelling a war story.

"He did it on purpose, to make me cook the food, have to smell it and plate it up for everyone.. and then maybe get someone's scraps if I'm lucky... I would sneak food sometimes but when I got caught.. I-" Her breath caught in her throat and like snapping out of a trance, her body started to move again, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a big gulp before finally looking up at John's face.

"Can we go? I want to get a big bottle of something and go drive around in the country. I want to be outside and feel free. Does that sound stupid?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, shocking John with the sudden emotion she was visibly burdened by.

"I-I'm sorry. I just-" she started to stammer but John cut her off, putting his hand on her knee under the table.

"What you sorry for? That sounds like a great idea! Let's do it now!" He grinned, instantly soothing her anxiety.

As they left the restaurant, picking up two bottles of wine and a bottle of whiskey as they did, he continued with his excited front despite his mind starting to wander back to violence, desperate to kill this man and any other who'd dare hurt Alice.

His arm stayed wrapped tightly around her waist from the table to the car, feeling protective but again also having pride for being seen with her as the envious eyes scanned him.

Instantly upon getting in the car, Alice opened one of the wine bottles, chugging from it in an attempt to get her teenage confidence back.

"Did I actually, really just nearly cry in front of a man on a date? This can't be right." She thought to herself. "I'm Alice fucking Shepherd.. But I don't even know who the fuck that is anymore."

"So any particular place in mind?" John chuckled, watching her as he lit a cigarette, his mind also racing despite his cool demeanour.

"Anywhere. I just want to feel free." She quickly answered back before continuing to chug the bottle. He thought for a moment before taking it from her hand, earning a sharp look of confusion from the girl.

"Look Alice, I'll take you anywhere." He moved a hand to cradle her face, her eyes instantly softening. "But it's not gonna make you feel free."

As much as Alice knew his words were true, she hated to hear them and resumed her previous glare; pushing his hand from her face so that she could look away, fearful of showing him real emotion.

"What is then?" She bitterly muttered, turning to face the window. Only for a second though as his calloused hand softly reconnected with her cheek, bringing their eyes together again.

"I wish I could tell you, but shutting off and going all moody definitely won't." He said in his comforting tone that couldn't help but bring a smile to Alice's face.

"See look how beautiful you are when you smile!" He grinned, only making her smile widen and her face start to go pink.

"Is that a blush I see? I think I've won this round." John chuckled as he finally started the car, moving one hand to rest on her thigh as soon as the vehicle was in motion.

"Yeah sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." Alice shot back with a giggle, pretending not to notice the strong hand wrapped gently around her sensitive thigh.

A few moments of silence passed until John decided to continue the conversation from earlier, determined to get some real answers as to what had happened to her.

"So anyway, you were saying.. what happened when you got caught taking food?" His hand moved from her thigh to the gear stick, his eyes on the road ahead.

A heavy sigh left Alice's lips and she grabbed the bottle again, much to John's annoyance.

"Drinking ain't gonna make it go away. It's just gonna make you like Arthur." He tutted.

"I know." She shortly replied before softening again. "I just.. I need you to promise that you won't think of me differently. Not as tainted or disgusting. You promise?"

John turned back to her with sincere eyes. "I promise." 

As soon as she started to tell the story, her body stiffened and her voice went dull as it had earlier.

"Well, he would usually just beat me up, force himself on me." She began instantly sending a shiver down John's spine.

"I don't think there was one time I actually said yes to him putting that thing in me. Most days I spent locked in this tiny caravan, or chained up just outside it with the dogs.. He found that real funny and his friends did too." Her gaze was fixed on the view out the window and her grip on the bottle tightened, taking another heavy swig before she continued.

"They put out cigarettes on me, whipped me with the metal tips of their belts, cut me and carved me, just for their own sick pleasure. He even let them all take turns with my body.. that was the worst punishment of them all."

Despite the numb, dissociative spell she had put herself in when she'd started talking; her eyes began to water and her voice began to shake, the tough fortress falling with every word. John on the other hand, was having the realisation that whatever she went through was far worse than he'd ever imagined, possibly worse than what he'd seen at war, and perhaps pushing her for answers was a cruel thing to do.

His hand moved back to her thigh in an attempt to comfort, instead making her flinch as her body relived the trauma and all of a sudden there were thick trails of tears running down her face - much to her embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. You probably think I'm so weak and disgusting now-" she began to stammer but John cut her off, parking suddenly so that his eyes could focus on her instead of the road.

"Alice, you are the furthest thing from weak and disgusting I have ever seen. Don't say that about yourself." He moved his hand from her thigh to cradle her face, gently wiping her tears with his thumb.

In front of him was the injured lamb that he'd suspected to be hiding inside the hungry wolf, although maned and bleeding much more than he'd ever imagined. It was a sight he found himself shocked to see - much like the night she ran into the road and catapulted herself back into his life - he knew he needed to comfort her now, make actions later.

She was blushing deep red, feeling so vulnerable and yet so secure in John's hands, his words being more comforting than he could ever know. Yet for some reason, more tears fell from her eyes and a sob escaped her mouth as she became more emotional by the second. John reached over to hug her before realising the impracticality and jumping out the car, pacing to her side and opening the door before enveloping her tightly as she fell into his arms.

"That man is a sick bastard and I'm going to see to it that he and every other fucker who ever laid even a finger on you, gets their fucking heads bashed in. Okay?" He spoke quietly in her ear, trying to maintain a soft tone but some words being laced with palpable venom, something he quickly swallowed down upon realising it probably wasn't too comforting to a woman scarred by violent men.

She just continued to sob into his arms, appreciating the sentiment but knowing Jones and his men were impossible to track down. It wasn't like she hadn't already told the stories to Ada, crying her heart out over a shared bottle of vodka, but for a reason she couldn't place, telling John was an extra level of emotion to deal with.

It was upsetting for him too as he knew not what to say to console her, feeling her shake with every quiet sob into his chest.

"Alice Shepherd, you are so fucking strong and beautiful. The most strongest and most beautiful woman I've ever bloody known, you know that right?" He softly spoke, rubbing circles into her back with one hand while loosening the other arm, hoping she'd look up at him.

Still, her face stayed glued to his chest, feeling embarrassed for him to see any more tears. John knew that - as he'd said before; certain things Alice did were very predictable.

"Come on, I wanna see those beautiful eyes." He whispered. "And I wanna hear your voice too. I wanna hear your laugh, I missed that when I was in London."

That surprised her, sparking a small light in the dark storm inside of her head.

"Really?" She looked up with wide eyes, the innocent little girl she never got to be slipping out for a second.

"Yes, really." John smiled, moving a hand to stroke her face again as he found himself completely enamoured by her in the pale moonlight - her tear stained eyes glistening and her nose pink.

"Well I guess I missed your laugh too." She sniffled, the corners of her lips starting to rise.

"You guess?" John shot back with a chuckle, earning a giggle from Alice which he immediately reacted to by proclaiming "See! That's what I want to hear!" only earning more giggles from the girl. "Like bloody music to my ears!"

"God John, you're really something else aren't you?" She smiled with a small sniffle, dabbing her wet eyes with the edge of her sleeve.

"I'm something else? Please, you're Alice fucking Shepherd. Don't ever forget that." He grinned, placing another kiss on her forehead before going to step back. She stopped him though, grabbing his hand as she placed her lips on his.

The kiss was a short one, but it was enough. They were soon back in the automobile, drinks in hand as John drove out of the city, determined to give her the best night possible.

Once John had finally reached the countryside; parking up in a random field, Alice immediately jumped out of the car with an excited giggle. She had finished one of the wine bottles during the drive and now had the second one in her hand, something that John had stopped protesting once hearing her story.

It was clear to him that she just wanted to completely forget it and never talk about it again - atleast for that night - and so he didn't ask any more questions about her husband or the experiences with him. He didn't really want to know anymore anyway; not if it wasn't the details necessary to find and kill the men.

Instead, their conversations had drifted to humour and flirtation - Alice's eyes drying up and her mood seeming as if nothing had even happened.

The moon was at its peak in the star filled sky, lightly illuminating the land. John got out of the car slower than Alice, chuckling at her excitement. He was also drunk, although not as much, and watched as she took off her heels and gently placed them on the hood of the car, her face continuously beaming as she did it.

"Why you taking them off for? It's just a bloody field, surely you've been in many." He stepped over and loosely draping his arm around her waist.

She turned to him with a grin, the stars reflected in her awe filled eyes.

"I have, but now I can do this."

Before John could ask what, she suddenly took off running, whooping and happily punching the air as she did. It took him a moment to react, confused for a second as her laughter echoed across the empty field.

"She's always gonna be a fucking nutter." He thought endearingly "God, I'm fucking whipped aren't I?"

The man chuckled to himself before taking off running after her, joining in with the whooping and laughing. They did this for a bit of time until John stopped, heavily breathing whilst watching Alice now just spinning around in circles.

"How long did you want to do this for?" He asked, prompting her to finally stop spinning and dizzily look at him.

She was too heavily breathing, chuckling in between her breaths as she stumbled and oo fell, laughing even as she hit the ground.

"I think I'm finished now. Just haven't been able to do that in a long time." She laid flat on the grass and looked up at the sky. "The grass feels different when you actually want to be in it."

John looked at her for another moment, seeing how content she was with just the simplest pleasure giving his gut a certain satisfaction.

"I'm sure it does." He said quietly, lowering so that he was sat down next to her.

"Do you wanna know what feels even better though?" Her voice was laced with amusement.

He laid down flat so that he was too looking up at the sky before answering "Go on, tell me."

Not a second passed before she was suddenly straddling him, running her hands along his chest with a smirk. It shocked him slightly and he almost let out a small gasp when he first felt the pressure of her crotch against his. He quickly relaxed again though, sitting up with a grin and putting his arms around her waist as she began to pepper his neck with kisses.

Slowly, she lead up to his lips and started to softly gyrate her hips against his. He immediately kissed back, his hand starting to grip her waist as the grinding intensified. They did this for a minute before finally breaking apart, their eyes intently staring into each others.

As soon as he made the eye contact, it became clear just how intoxicated Alice was and snapped him back to the reality of their earlier conversation. Doing this with her would be a huge betrayal of trust, it would be taking advantage of her in the most vulnerable state he's ever seen her in - something that she would surely hate him for in the morning. So, as much as he loved how she felt, his cock pleading with his brain to shut up, he placed a hand on her shoulder and stopped her.

"You're fucking wasted Alice, I'm not going any further." He chuckled at her confused expression.

"Oh!" She pulled away entirely. "Do you not want to?"

He could see that she was about to get off of him, so he quickly put his hands back on her hips with a comforting smile.

"Of course I want to... I just don't think it's a good idea right now."

For a second, Alice felt a pang of rejection, but his calm tone sobered her mind slightly and she realised that he was right for many reasons. As much as she wanted him; to please and submit to him, there was a part of her that still felt fearful of that and everything it could mean, and so she nodded in agreement.

"Maybe when we're sober, aye?" John winked and pecked her forehead, earning a small giggle from the girl. "You've gotten me far too drunk and now I've got to drive us home! You're a naughty girl Alice!"

"You don't have to drive us home anytime soon! We just got here!"

(Dress inspo loosely based on image although you can imagine it how u want but I think this style is true to the era)

[autumnleaf1111]

•Based on this post I made a while back

Also, idk why but I like the idea of Poe randomly saying stuff in Hindi to Ranpo

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It was a calm day at the agency, or It would’ve stayed that way if hadn’t Dazai finally arrived, 3 hours late, As expected; Kunikida yelled at him for it, Dazai ignoring him like always. Like any other day, it caused annoyance to everyone from the yelling.

“Oh my fuck, both of you shut up.” Yosano said with an annoyed groan. “Just give up Kunikida, you know he’s never gonna be on time unless it has to do with a certain someone he supposedly says he ‘hates’. ” Ranpo said with a sly smile. Poe just looked up with a unsurprised expression. Poe isn’t always at the agency, but when he is he’s always sitting in a chair next to Ranpo’s desk, along with being there enough times, it’s no surprise to him anymore when everyone is being chaotic. Ranpo’s statement caused a little scoffed laugh from Yosano, Kenji, Junichirou and Naomi.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dazai lied. Yes, dazai is a skilled deceiver, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can't also be a dreadful one. Just as it is evident now, the lie was clearly awful and easily discernible to everyone, including Karl who is literally a fucking raccoon. “Dazai-San, You’re terrible at lying when it comes to this stuff so don’t even try.” Atsushi stated. “See? Even Atsushi can tell, and he’s almost always oblivious.” Ranpo said. “Hey!” Atsushi yelled with an offended tone. “Alright, everyone just drop it. There’s no point in arguing so get back to your paper work.” Kunikida slightly shouted, sitting back down. Dazai just walked away, ignoring him. Ranpo sighed and popped a sour gummy worm into his mouth, stating, "Nope, work is just too dull." “Ranpo, you only have two papers to do, it’s not that bad.” Yosano said. As Ranpo rolled his eyes, he noticed Poe looking at him with a stern expression. Despite Poe having his eyes covered by his hair, Ranpo could always tell what expressions he gives. “Ranpo, writing on two pieces of paper isn’t the end of the world.” Looking back down at his book, Poe’s voice had a hint of annoyance to it that only Ranpo knew. “But it’s boring.” He whined. “Ranpo—” Kunikida started but was interrupted by Poe. “ ऐसे मत बनो और बस उनकी बात सुनो। लेकिन, अगर तुम चाहो तो बदमाश बने रहो, यानी कि अगर तुम कल चलना नहीं चाहोगे (aise mat bano aur bas unakee baat suno. lekin, agar tum chaaho to badamaash bane raho, yaanee ki agar tum kal chalana nahin chaahoge) Don’t be like that and just listen to them. but, continue being a brat if you want, that is if you wouldnt like to walk tomorrow”

That seemed to Shut Ranpo up. Along with the confused faces of everyone around them. Soon shocked took over their faces when they see Ranpo’s face flush with color. They have no idea what Poe just said to him, but whatever it was quickly made Ranpo grab his pen and start his paper work. They notice the seductive grin on Poes face, kind of understanding what could’ve been said.(yes, even Kenji and Kyoka, they are 14, they should know what sex is considering most of us learn that shit I’m fourth and fifth grade)

Never in a million years did they think they’d seen a flustered Ranpo, it was hilarious considering it’s Poe who’s usually flustered easily. “I have no idea what you just said to him, but thank you.” Kunikida said. “What language was that?” Kenji asked. “It was Hindi.” Poe explained. Kenji made an “ohhh” expression. “What did you say.” Yosano asked. “That’s for us to know and you to never find out.” Poe said with a fake innocent looking smile. “Yeah…im gonna go get coffee, anyone want some…?” Atsushi asked while trying to leave so he didn’t have to hear the rest of this conversation. “I’ll take one.” Yosano said. “Me too.” Tanizaki also indicated. “Alright.” Atsushi then left and shut the door.

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Id like to think that when Poe starts using explicit words to Ranpo he does it in a different language so no one else knows what he’s saying, which makes Poe saying suggestive comments in public easier. Plus, Poe always finds it amusing to see Ranpo stutter with his words as his face turns red as a result.

[secretarykang]

can you write a one shot about karl teasing devyn while at work? Like he keeps teasing her non stop about everything like a schoolboy with his crush

great timing dear anon, cuz i was trying to think of what to write about them; i wrote something quick and i hope you’ll like it <3

starving

“If anyone saw how much you are working they would have the impression that you’re more deserving of my crown than I am,” he said with a chuckle, leaning back in the chair. They were in Devyn’s office since she has been the one to take care of the papers that day. The king joined her a few hours earlier and did… nothing since he arrived. He pretended to read some of the papers but got bored of it quickly, then moved to walking around the room, flipping through books and eating some of the treats brought by a servant, but now he was back in the chair, trying to make small talk.

“I’ll marry you soon enough, thus becoming queen so there won’t be any gossip about who’s worthy of wearing the crown, my love.” she replied, looking at him for a brief moment before turning her attention back to her task.

Karl remained silent for a moment, thinking of a way to stop her from working, distract her somehow. He stretched one of his legs enough to touch hers, caressing it, but Devyn chose to ignore it. In response, he leaned forward taking the sheet in front of her in his hand.

“Karlheinz, what are you doing? Give it back!” she protested, but he leaned back again, enough for her to not be able to reach.

“Ah–Ah, I want to look at it too, it’s from my box after all.” he gave her a serious look and continued to read the paper, or rather pretend again.

The blonde woman let out a sigh, “You manchild.”

“This is not the way to speak to your king,” he replied and put the sheet down. “I’ll give it back to you if you promise me something.”

“Don’t pull the ‘king’ card on me, Karlheinz. I shared the burden of your title way too many times, it doesn’t affect me.” she started, “But by all means, what should I promise?”

He sat up and walked to her side of the desk, closing the box full of documents in his way, “You take a break, come with me on a walk and whatever other activity crosses my mind in the process, for a few hours and after that not only I’ll let you continue with that paper, but I will grace you with sharing the workload.”

She took a moment to think, it’s not like he would take ‘no’ as an answer and in truth, she needed a break. “Fine, I promise to take a break, but when we come back we’re going to work with no distractions.”

“Absolutely!” he raised his hands in defence before offering her a hand to stand up. “May I ask for another thing?”

“Hmm?” she looked at him after straightening her skirt. The man took her face in his hands and locked his lips with hers, “This.” he smiled and caressed her face with his thumbs, “Let us go now. I say we go see the new orchids, I’ve been told they finally bloomed.”

“They did? I barely had time to check on them!”

“The orchids and I suffer greatly from the lack of attention.” he let out a laugh as they left the office.

[daiskiii]

The other woman

Part 1

A/N: this is a Karl x Tom/ Karl x Ann fiction, all are based off teachers at my school and is completely satire 😭 Not proof read!

Kissing, angst, cheating, internalised homophobia, crying, age-gap (Karl is in his 60s and Tom is in his late 30s), drama, lmk if theres anything i missed

It was a mistake. The kiss was a mistake. Karl felt so conflicted with his feelings, but one thing he knew is that it was a mistake. He and Ann had been having a secret relationship for almost a year now, and everything was going great! i mean imagine working as a teacher in the same building as your partner who is also a teacher? sounds great, right? it isn’t, it was, but not anymore.

When Karl first met Tom everything seemed 100% platonic, they were just friends! not only that, but they were both men! and had a rather big age gap. But then a few weeks ago, Tom started being more touchy. Karl ignored it at first, thinking it was just Tom getting more comfortable around him, like they were becoming better friends even though Karl knew Tom was gay and had a thing for older men, but then the small comments happened, small compliments about his hair or how strong he was and even sometimes Tommy would be full on flirting with him! Karl knew he should’ve just ignored him, he was with Ann for christ’s sake! but that didn’t seem to stop Tommy from kissing him in his office, didn’t stop Ann from walking in either.

At first, neither Karl or Tom noticed Ann walking in and standing in the door way. “no, we shouldn’t.” Karl said, pulling away from the kiss. “Come on, i’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me… i know you like me too” Tom replied with confidence. “No, i’m with Ann!” Karl said. “Yeah but when you’re with her you’re thinking about me, aren’t you?” Tom replied, getting all smug. “We’re both men! we shouldn’t be together… i’ve never even thought about being with another man before i met you!” Karl said, oblivious to his girlfriend listening to everything he was saying.  “so you admit you think of me that way?” Tom said with a smirk. “No i-“ Karl sighed, stressed and tired from work and whatever the hell was going on now. “just- just leave me alone for now.. i need some space to think about this” Karl said, turning towards the door only to see his girlfriend standing there with tears in her eyes. “A-Ann…?” he whispered softly before getting interrupted by Ann turning around and smelling the door closed.

She wanted to cry, all she wanted to do was cry. She opened the bathroom door and started at herself in the mirror. Tom? really? why did he have to cheat on her and why did it have to be Tom? he promised he wouldn’t do anything like this, let alone with her co-worker who she’d even call her friend! Well at least before, they were definitely not friends now. She had to pull herself together, she had a class to teach soon so crying wasn’t really an option.

Wiping away her tears with toilet paper she opened up the bathroom door and walked over to her classroom. She was teaching two classes today at once as they both were learning the same thing and the other classes teacher wasn’t available to teach at the moment. She braised herself before entering the classroom, hearing all the kids go quiet and stand up from their seats, greeting her. She starter talking about god knows what and told them to work at skole studio so she wouldn’t have to talk in front of them anymore, afraid of having a break down knowing that if she did the person she’d have to talk to would be Tom considering its part of his job. 

She couldn’t think straight but was taken out of her thoughts from two students in front if her, Amaris and Max. “Ann, my chrome book won’t work so i can’t exactly work at skole studio, could you take it down to Tom for me?” Amaris asked, Max besides her as emotional support or something, Ann could care less at the moment. “Yeah of course, ill be right back you and Max can just share their chrome book until i figure out a solution with.. Tom” She said, her demeanour changing at the thought of talking to Tom after what she just saw. “Okie, thanks” They both said as they walked away. Ann got Amaris’s chrome book and got up, quickly mentioning that Max was in control of making sure the class was quiet and if anyone messed around they would have their name written down before walking out of the classroom, closing the door behind her. 

[josefavomjaaga]

Letter from Josephine to Eugène

Translated from “Les Beauharnais et l’empereur”, edited and published by Jean Hanoteau, containing letters written by Josephine and Hortense to Eugène while the latter was in Italy. This is in fact the very first of those letters.

Plombières, 18 Thermidor [an XIII = August 6, 1805]

No, my dear Eugene, I have not forgotten you [...]

Should be the standard introduction for any of Josephine's letters, considering how long it took her to write.

[...] for I am constantly occupied with you, with what you are doing, with your pleasures, but above all with your sorrows, and I assure you that when I learn that you are suffering some vexation, I am more affected than you are. The Emperor always seemed to me to be pleased with you; he was only a little annoyed that you had sent for a man who had made false statements. He said - and rightly so - that you should have had him reprimanded by the Minister of Police and that it was not in keeping with your dignity to have him come to you. But he said that this was coming from a young man and a young man with honour. It would be curious to know from whom he heard this.

Fortunately, Her Majesty's curiosity can easily be satisfied: The guy chatting so unwisely was a certain Prince Eugène, Viceroy of Italy, who still believed he had to dutifully account to his stepfather for every move he made. But he will soon receive a letter from Duroc with some advice between the lines: Just don't tell him everything, dimwit.

Besides, he knows your devotion to him and your attachment to him and he loves you dearly. The same is not true of his family. They saw with the greatest sorrow your nomination. Murat always plays the courtier. His wife has been ill. It seems so, because she is quite changed. She has retained that air which she calls dignity (which I call composure) which does not suit her at all. It's wrong for all these people not to like us. If they wanted to be good people, they could not have better friends than us.

Sounds like all bridges have already been burned between the Beauharnais and the Murat side of the family. Unfortunately, we do not get to know what "playing the courtier" means and if it is related to the "Duchatel" affair that allegedly caused Eugène some brief disgrace. Josephine does sound somewhat jealous of Murat's influence in these letters.

The Emperor is always very kind to me. I also do whatever it depends on me to do to please him. No more jealousy, my dear Eugene, and what I am saying to you is quite true. This way, he is happier and I am happier. I cannot tell you anything about the political news, it is a mystery which the Emperor never lets you in on. He is at this moment in Boulogne. All I know is that he has been waiting for eight days for a letter which was to decide his departure. You probably know that the Prince of Baden's marriage has fallen through, which gives great hope for the person you know.

Yes, that person would be a certain princesse Auguste. Though, in her opinion (and in that of the whole Bavarian court) the marriage to Karl von Baden was still happening. Of course it would be happening!

I have seen her portrait. She is as beautiful as can be. Your sister is well, as are the children. I had the second child with me at Saint-Cloud, and he is very beautiful. Louis is still in the same state. I am looking forward, my dear Eugène, to midwinter. That is the time when you promised to come and see me. How happy your mother will be! You will know, my dear son, that I grieve every day at being separated from you and that my eyes are always filled with tears whenever I think of you or am spoken to about you. If I have not written to you since my arrival, it is because I have been very tired and tormented by visits. Besides, there was nothing new; I shall write to you every week from now on.

Eugène: Sure, mum... (It took her another month until she sent of her next letter.)

I have agreed with Lavallette to send him my letters. Goodbye, my good Eugene, the most tender of sons. Your mother embraces you with all her heart and loves you madly.

A thousand kind things to Mme Litta and Méjan.

[weepingmilkshakedreamer]

AS1 dial0gue but it'z my au [Act 3 Finale]

juzt had a sudden urge 2 make act 3 rn z0 uhh yeah part 3 0f the tw0 0ther thingz i did. l0l

Guts: Guys...*gack*... I was just walking along, minding my own business, and suddenly some guy beat me with a nailed bat!

Guts: Look!

Bleed: Oh god! Why are you naked!?

Alan: Bleed, whatever the fuck happened, those wounds are hella deep! We need to operate fast!

After surgery

Guy: WHERE THE HELL IS HE? I will kill him!

Bleed: Hey! You're the guy from the warehouse! What...were YOU following Guts?

Guy: YOU'RE THE ONES WHO HAVE BEEN UNDOING ALL OF MY HARD WORK! Do you have any IDEA how hard I've been working to take those FILTHY criminals down?!

Bleed: WHAT?! You're the one going around attacking everybody! I thought it was that Penny chick!

Guy: WHO? You disgust me! But it doesn't matter - I've almost got him! I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG!

Bleed: Hey wait!

Alan: Bleed! That guy who was just here...

Bleed: he's the one from the warehouse! That showed up after I fixed that creepy French woman! I tried to tell you...

Alan: I know that guy Bleed... I believe it's me he's looking for. He wants to fuckin kill me.

Bleed: Wait what!? That's insane.

Alan: I'm afraid not. I killed his parents. I am a fucking murderer, Bleed!

Alan: he can explain to you himself. We are going back to the Old Hospital - MY Old Hospital... Or what's left of it anyways...

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Caruthers: Hrrrruuuugh!

Caruthers: ...

Alan: Oh god...

Bleed: What? What did he say?

Alan: He said that, "The weird guy in the trench coat in the alley said we'd be here!"

Alan: "It apparently happened again! He's been poisoned! And that he doesn't wanna die!"

Caruthers: Hrrrruuuugh!

Bleed: Oh man! Hold in there Caruthers!

After surgery

Caruthers: Ugh...

Caruthers: ...

Alan: He says that, "He's grateful for the life saving operation again! And that he didn't know what happened!"

Bleed: Caruthers, have you seen a guy around here?

Caruthers: ...

Alan: He says, "No he hasn't seen a guy anywhere - but he heard the city's crime boss is plenty mad about what's been happening to everyone!"

Alan: "He's on his way right now! But he has to get out of here now! Before Bugeater Peter will get nervous!"

Alan: "And when he's nervous, he gets gassy and aggressive, in that order!"... Gross i hate that i just translated that.

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William Henchman [swap variant of this guy btw]: Doctor! DOCTOR! We drove here to kill the person who's hurting all our criminals!

William: But someone cut our brakes! And then we crashed into a sewage farm! It was not fun trust me.

Alan: Bleed i doubt this will go through your fuckin walnut sized brain, but you must be very, VERY careful here. We need to treat them back to back! I shudder to think what would happen to us if one of them perished on our table...

Bleed: i completely understand what to do Alan. Now quickly then!

Alan: Oh thank god...

After surgery [on the crime boss aka Ivan]

William: Thanks for the helping my boss, doctor. Now are you gonna take out this steering wheel, yes?

Bleed: Well i mean yeah-

William: Or I'm gonna kill you soon, probably.

Bleed: Oh shit this just got real-

Alan: Yeah but anyways, quickly now! or else it's concrete boots for the both of us!

After surgery [on will]

Alan: Alright those two will sleep for a while. We must find Karl now before he gets hurt!

Bleed: Wait! But I thought he wanted to kill you?

Alan: I believe the poor guy has been driven mad with grief. If it's me he wants... Then I should speak with him.

Alan: This isn't his goddamn fault after all, Bleed...

Alan: Wait.. Who is that?

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Trent: Doc... Thank goodness you're here!

Trent: I think I ate something really bad!

Trent: I mean, a guy stopped by and gave me a sandwich! he was really handsome I'll give you that... And well he said to give it to my husband in case i see em but I was a bit hungry so ate it in kind of a hurry. But it tasted like metal! And now...

Trent: *tick tick tick*

Bleed: Oh wow... I hope to god that's a clock!

After surgery

Trent: A bomb? Oh wow - so I was nearly blowed up?

Bleed: Unfortunately yes. *shudder*. But don't touch it! We didn't quite manage to defuse it completely since I don't really know how bombs work!

Guy: So you've done it again, haven't you?

Guy: Fixed some WORTHLESS LOWLIFE criminal?

Trent: You! You was at the junkyard! You tried to kill me! You're crazy!

Guy: I'm not crazy!

Alan: Karl...

Karl: What? How do you know my name?!

Karl: Who are you?

*Trent leaves the Building*

Alan: You don't recognize me, young man? Well, maybe that's understandable. I've somewhat gone to ruin...

Alan: I am the man you're looking for that you want dead. I was the surgeon who operated on your parents.

Alan: I am so terribly sorry they died. i couldn't save them.

Alan: I understand you mean to take your vengeance. I must admit... I have thought about ending it all myself.

Alan: In fact, not too long ago I deliberately stepped out in front of a pizza van! If it weren't for this extraordinary middle aged man Here... Well...

Karl: Dr. Alan?

Alan: ...yes?

Karl: Oh doctor! I thought... But it's not you I'm looking for!

Karl: IT'S HER!

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Penny: Bonjour!

Karl: YOU MURDERER!

Alan: Aureola!

Bleed: AUREOLA?! WHAT?!

Aureola: Ah, my dear sweet husband, Dr. Alan. I would ask how you are after all these years you decided to leave me in the dust... But I can see for myself now! you look disgusting.

Bleed: You used to be married to doc? YOU'RE Aureola?! I thought you said your name was Penny!

Aureola: I've been hiding in the jungle since this insane little delinquent started hunting me down. When i came back, do you really think I'd use my real, horrible name?

Karl: You animal! This bomb wasn't meant for you, But...

Bleed: No! That bomb isn't fully defused yet! DON'T-

*BOOM*

Karl: Ahhhhh!

Bleed: KARL!

After surgery

Aureola: Ah ha ha! Pathetic!

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Alan: Aureola... What the hell happened to you?

Aureola: You were always so boring, Dr. Alan my dear! There is so much to be learned from the sweet kiss of the poison needle!

Aureola: But who cares! That was then, and this is now. And before I leave - a parting gift, for my dear husband!

Aureola: The same poison that did in all your precious patients!

Alan: Grooo....

Aureola: Ha! You know I could kill you too, pizza boy! But It's better to let you try to save him - and know his demise was down to the falling of your own fat fingers!

Aureola: Mwuahahahaha! MWUAHAHAHAHA! Bonne nuit!

Bleed: Doc! Hold on! She won't get away with this!

After surgery

Bleed: I- I saved them! Doc and Karl will pull through! But Penny er- Aureola got away...

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Brutality: Dammit maggot! When I say "assume the position", I mean you do it now! NOW! GET ON THE FLOOR!

Aureola: Ah! Help! Help! He is crazy!

Bleed: Oh shit! Officer Brutality? What are you doing here?

Brutality: Ignacious? I should have guessed it! Reports came in that there was an explosion at the Old Hospital.

Brutality: I came running in, and found miss Nancy Fancy-pants here fleeing the scene!

Aureola: *whimper* Please - no more beatings! I had enough!

Brutality: I'LL TELL you when you've had enough!

Aureola: Ack... my stomach!

Bleed: Woah! Hey - easy! Easy! Look at that!

Brutality: What's happening to her stomach?

Bleed: Uhh one word... Bugs, probably. I don't really know! Unless... Get her on the operating table!

Aureola: Ah! Help! Officer! He wants to spoon me! AAARRGH!

Bleed: (what the hell...?)

After surgery

Bleed: Oh wow! I guess I didn't kill all those weird bugs in her after all. Actually, that was a pretty big one to miss!

Brutality: So, Ignacious... Care to tell me what's going on? You find out who was behind all the attacks?

Bleed: (Karl... But none of this was really his fault, even if he did go off the rails a bit! Plus he's hot!)

Bleed: Uh officer, I think I can say this with a clear conscience that Penny d'Obscene - a.k.a Aureola née Svelte - is the girl ultimately responsible for all your injured criminals!

Bleed: And if you could, you know reopen the file on the deaths at the Old Hospital? I think you'll find there's new evidence to clear Dr. Alan...

Brutality: Son, when you helped me, you pulled the proverbial thorn from the lions paw. And by "thorn", I mean "handcuffs". And by "lions paw", I mea-

Bleed: Yep I remember!

Brutality: Point is - I'm going to help you out. And i reckon I've got a special punishment in mind that should be right up Miss Née Svelte's alley!

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