#*GRABS ICE KING AGGRESSIVELY*

[guess-i-do-art]

My friend told me to draw Ice King with pancakes and bacon 🧐

I’m about halfway through Adventure Time right now, I just made it to s5 last night. And oooOOOHHHHH MY STARS THE LORE IS INSANEEEE

Most people tend to draw AT fanart in a style similar to the show’s, so I attempted to do that while also combining elements from my own style 🤨 idk it kinda worked

Someone hold me back before I purposely look up spoilers because I can’t control myself

He looks like a little fox in the second picture 🫶

[lovebugism]

rockstar eddie punching the lights out of sleazy paps who try to take upskirt pics of you as you’re leaving the afterparty

ty for requesting! — rockstar!eddie defends you from the creepy paparazzi (rockstar!eddie universe, established relationship | 1.1k)

Post-show adrenaline rushes through your veins like ice-cold water. Your limbs go numb with it, hands trembling like leaves as you give your dressing room a last once-over. Beneath the heartbeat in your ears, you notice the screaming audience has gone slowly quiet — which usually means they’re rushing to the backstage doors. 

You have approximately one minute to get to the tour bus before a crowd starts swarming. 

Eddie, however, continues to lounge on the plush leather sofa like a king despite the ever-shrinking timeline. 

His leather pants sit low on his hips, enough to reveal the trail of hair on his stomach leading to the tight tanktop he wears under his leather jacket. His curls are wild and sticky with sweat. His eyes are glassy with alcohol and adrenaline, a couple of chocolate buttons lined around the edges with black eye-pencil.

He looks heavenly, an angel built for sin, but you don’t have time to admire him now. 

“C’mon, Eds. We gotta go,” you huff after you’ve checked all the drawers, effectively sweating beneath your faux fur coat.

“Wait. Hold on,” Eddie calls to your retreating form, unmoving from his spot on the sofa.

You freeze in the doorway. “What?” you call to him in an unenthusiastic monotone.

“Nothing…” Eddie lilts as his pink mouth curls into a crooked smile. “You just look really pretty tonight.”

You look hardly a thing like he’s used to — his quiet girl from Hawkins with an easily excitable temper, who was so talented that it bordered on annoying at times. You look less like a GAP catalog and more like a rockstar. Bold makeup, tight dress, thick fur coat, and rings on every finger. You look divine. Eddie doesn’t know how he got you.

Your eyes narrow into thin slits. “Just tonight?”

“Every night,” Eddie corrects.

“C’mon. We don’t have time for this,” you grouse with a roll of your eyes. 

Your high-heeled boots sound heavy on the thin carpet as you stomp over to the lazing boy. Your cold hands wrap around his wrist to pull him upward. Eddie trails behind you while you drag him out of the empty dressing room.

The crowd beats you to the backstage door.

The crew has long loaded your equipment onto the tour bus. Gareth and Jeff wait for you there, too, sufficiently protected from the mob swarming outside. It’s all blurred faces and camera flashes and grabbing hands. Everyone’s shouting so many different things at once that their words all run together in a dizzying drone.

Eddie ducks his head and leads the charge through the masses. He keeps his ringed hand tightly wound with yours as he rushes through the crowd with his face half-hidden in his hair. 

You last that way for no longer than a moment or more before your hand slides from his. Eddie’s head whips around to find you sloppily signing your name on posters with your face on it, band merch, and the top one woman’s scantily-clad chest. 

He hates when you stop for autographs in places as crowded as this. ‘Cause someone always gets too grabby or too pushy, and Eddie has to get mean.

The surrounding paparazzi start to close in — shouting your names, all eager for the best shot of you, and hoping for the cover of the following days’ magazine.

The roaring crowd gets in between the two of you. Eddie feels like his heart’s in his throat when you get trapped in the mob, still smiling politely and scribbling autographs to cover your panic. Eddie pushes his way through the people to get to you with a lot less gentility.

“Hey, back a little bit, would ya?” he shouts to the aggressive paps shoving their cameras every which way. 

Everyone’s screaming too loud to listen. 

He reaches you no more than ten seconds later, though it had felt like an eternity at the time, and spots a camera angled far too low to be casual. A man with a receding hairline and sweaty upper lip stands behind you and takes a number of flashing shots, blindly aiming under your dress for a view of what you’re wearing underneath it.

Eddie hopes to God you’ve got something on underneath it as he shouts, “Hey! Back up! Are you fucking crazy?” He grabs your wrist with one hand and shoves the pap backward with the other.

The older man stumbles back a step or two, but doesn’t get far with all the people crowded behind him. He pushes Eddie back with a hairy hand, seemingly on instinct. Eddie doesn’t realize his fist is throwing a punch until he feels the impact of the man’s jaw on his knuckles. 

His eyes widen in shock of himself as the crowd roars — in gasps and shouts and calls of praise. You cover your agape mouth with one hand when the paparazzo stumbles over himself and onto the ground. The mob parts to let him fall. No one helps him back up again.

Eddie feels a sharp and tingling ache rushing through his fingers as he tugs you through the horde and towards the tour bus. This time, you let him.

“Hope you guys liked the show!” he shouts, waving his ringed hand and effectively flashing his bruising knuckles. The fans erupt in a symphony of screams that you can hear long after the door to the bus has shut behind you.

An hour or more later, the story has made its way to damn near every news channel. ‘Eddie Munson Will Rock You,’ the headline reads over a picture of the rockstar mid-punch. 

The newscast plays the video on repeat in a number of different angles. The four of you, still dressed in your concert outfits, gather around the small square television to watch.

“Well…” Jeff sighs to break the silence. “That was quick.”

Gareth pouts from the mini dining table. “I can’t believe I missed it…”

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and slumps beside you on the couch. “At least now everyone’s talking about this shit and not those pictures that asshole took of you.”

“You say that like you did it on purpose,” you quip with a playful glint in your narrowed eyes.

“I did, actually,” Eddie shrugs, obviously sarcastic. “‘Cause I’m a genius. Always thinking two steps ahead, sweetheart.”

“You’re an idiot,” you smile, rolling your eyes as you lean over to brush a kiss to his burning cheek. You linger against him and whisper in his ear, “Meet me in the bunks in five minutes.”

You rise from the plush sofa and saunter towards the back of the bus — dress swishing at your hips, fur coat bouncing around your arms. You catch Eddie’s heavy gaze over your shoulder and flash him a wink before sliding the door shut behind you.

Eddie’s glad those photos of you haven’t gotten out, but that doesn’t mean he can’t take a couple polaroids of his own.

[sterifels-blog]

creepypasta characters – how they’d react to you being upset over a small inconvenience 🤏

BEN drowned

•mocking sarcasm: “oh no, did the big scary printer jam again? total apocalypse. truly.” what became clear in his death, was he did, in fact, take his childish personality with him. he is no better than jeff when it comes down to teasing you for your dismays.

•playful teaser. he glitches around the room, mimicking your upset tone in a distorted voice, just to annoy you. it's spiteful, a little ignorant, but it's something you've come to grow used to. some things were just inevitable with BEN, and his torment was one of those things.

•offers digital comfort. BEN hacks a random game to create a hidden message for you, like “cheer up, loser.” if you don't reciprocate any sort of reaction back- you best believe he will be petty enough to rig a match for you. not so you can win, no. so you lose. just to agitate you again.

•awkward, awkward softness: if you’re seriously upset, he stammers, “hey, uh, don’t cry. i… don’t know how to deal with that.” very likely, he panics and goes to grab someone like jack or jane.

•weird with distractions. he'll float around, humming the zelda theme song until you laugh or throw something at him. if it works, it works. either way, you're too focused on smiling, or trying to hit him.

•over-the-top suggestion: “want me to corrupt their computer files? that’ll show them.”

•king of small gestures. leaves a pixelated heart drawn in a game you’re playing, then pretends it wasn’t him.

bloody painter:

•he observes quietly. sits in eerie silence, studying your emotions like he’s painting a mental portrait.

•when he is finished staring (although, admittedly, he does quite like the sight of you), he will offer some deadpan advice:

•“if it doesn’t matter in five years, it’s not worth ruining your eyeliner over.”

•if verbal reassurance doesn't do it for you, willingly, he'll engage in a paint-based gesture for his angel. he draws something comforting or silly (alternatively, absolutely crude) on a scrap of paper and hands it to you without a word, hoping it makes some difference.

•dark humor (where it is, and isn't appropriate.) “want me to take care of whoever pissed you off?” half-joking. maybe. if you say no, there is some genuine disappointment left lingering in his eyes. a missed opportunity to stock-up.

•unexpected comfort. gently touches your face and says some cheesy bullshit like, “the colors of sadness suit you, but i’d rather see you smile". he knows he's succeeded in making you feel something other than upset, when you are pressing your palm against his face and pushing him away with a groan of annoyance.

•will go extreme measures to make you a distracting gift. offers to paint you something. it’s his way of saying sorry.

•serious effort: if you’re really upset, he’ll spend hours creating something meaningful to cheer you up. although you'd clearly specified you didn't want him to maul the poor man who'd taken the last pint of your favorite ice cream flavor; the red coating of the little house he'd made you (in respect to the small abode you will "most definitely have" together), spoke otherwise to him listening.

•it's fucking disgusting, but don't discard it. it's the.. 'sweetest' way he shows that he cares.

clockwork:

•chaotic comfort. immediately threatens to stab whatever inconvenienced you. “who do i need to ‘fix’ for this?”

•pactical help (or a lack thereof): she does actually try to solve the problem for you, but gets frustrated if it’s not instant.

•(unhelpful) teasing: “aww, does my little clock need winding? let’s fix your mood.”

•joking aggression: “you’re upset? try getting stabbed in the eye and tell me how you feel". she soon after realizes this probably wasn't the best way to get through to you, and instead resorts to gently carding her fingers through your hair, sitting in an awkward silence after.

•when the silence gets to be too much, the most rational conclusion she could come up with was a random distraction. tosses something shiny or makes a loud noise to snap you out of it, almost, most definitely getting a sick kick of amusement when you jump in a startle.

•clumsy affection: roughly pulls you into a hug afterwards and says, “you’ll be fine. i’ve seen you handle worse.”

•this is shortly after followed by a soft admission. “i don’t like seeing you like this. it’s weird.” no sympathy on her face, just her nose being scrunched up in discomfort. but you can tell she means her words.. more for her sake.

eyeless jack

•jack is a quiet observer. he always has been, and will be. he notices you’re upset but waits for you to bring it up, not wanting to push you down a further slope than you were already on.

•when you finally begin to talk to him, for the most part, he simply listens. but if he notices it's getting to be too much, he'll offer some gentle reassurance: his voice is calm, almost nonchalant as he says, “it’s okay. you can talk to me.” he means it.

•words aren't easy for him. he's used to being silent, tucked away to the confines of his laboratory. it's why he chooses a more physical approach. cooking comfort. jack makes you a meal without being asked—though you might not want to know the ingredients. just eat it, and thank him.

•when he does speak, he offers the most practical advice out of the bunch: “you’ll survive. you’re stronger than whatever this is.”

•he's cold, but caring: “if it’s not life-threatening, it’s not worth worrying about. but... i get it.”

•soft-spoken comfort: stays close by, quietly grounding you with his presence. he'll offer you a spot in his laboratory for the time being, leaving you to watch as he hustles and bustles about. he isn't a fan of people in his space- in the slightest. but for you, he doesn't mind the company, so long as it helps. he won't directly admit it, but seeing you upset does something to his heart.

•it unfortunately, wouldn't be jack without some out of pocket, and highly untimed dark humor. he's working on his current 'patient', his scalpel against the lining of their abdomen when he would pause, as though an idea surfaced.

•“would harvesting an organ cheer you up? no? worth a shot.”

hoodie

•takes a more casual approach compared to the others. nudges your shoulder and says some nonchalant shit like; “what’s got you so down?”

•followed by some super-chill reassurance: “it’s not the end of the world. i’ve seen worse.”

•says it in a tone that makes him sound like he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, and is instead saying it in prayer god gives him a second chance for being 'kind'. he does, genuinely care however. he wouldn't have asked if he didn't.

•when he realizes it's something 'trivial' (in his mind), he'll give you some lighthearted distraction. hoodie offers to hang out or go on a random drive to take your mind off it. if you accept to hang out, you're both watching some rag-tag channel that your old, boxy ass television could pull up. it's absolutely shit. if you accept the drive, the radio is on, playing some old song that helps you clear your mind. the two of you definitely get going.

•if it's not the radio you're focused on, it's his singing. it's either god awful, and it makes you want to die more than whatever inconvenienced you at first, or he should have been a choir boy.

•snack attack: you two pull into a gas station along the way to fill up the old piece of rust. he goes in, comes back out with a pack of cigarettes and some chips in hand. he'll carelessly throw the bag of chips at you and say, “here. don’t say i never do anything for you.”

•soft teasing: “you’re cute when you’re mad, but let’s not make it a habit.”

•followed by some subtle care: puts his hoodie around your shoulders if you look especially down, or you're out late on your drive and it's getting cold.

jason the toymaker

•100% makes a toy bribe: instantly offers to make you a custom toy to cheer you up. “what’s your favorite color again?” it's cheesy, but it does have it's odd way of working it's magic.

•jason can get into quite an overprotective mode, often getting himself frustrated when he cant disect the root of your problem. “what caused this? tell me so I can fix it." .. "am i going to kill them..? what does it matter?"

•the answer is yes. yes, he is.

•soft-spoken comfort: “don’t worry. i’ll always take care of you.” he has a way of reassuring you even when you have your doubts, almost with an expertise that surprises you. if you were ever questioning his genuinity, he's answered for you.

•possessive guilt-tripper. “i don’t like seeing my favorite person like this. smile for me, will you?” he's sweet, in the worst of ways. jason knew all he had to do was flash you that charming smile of his, and you'd bend to his will. it was both a curse and a blessing.

•makes up some distracting hobby. he invites you to join him on a whim in making something to calm your nerves. (he definitely ends up taking over your craft.)

•encourages gentle insistence much like bloody painter. “you’re allowed to be upset, but not for long. it doesn’t suit you.”

•creepy but.. comforting? reassurance: “nothing bad can happen to you while i’m here. i'll make sure of it.” you aren't allowed out of his sights for a while.

jeff the killer

•mockery overload. “aww, you’re upset? should I call the waaah-mbulance?” he's a fucking asshole and he knows it, but his emotional boundaries hold no shame. if you knew any better, you would think he didn't care if he made you feel better or worse.

•teasing to comfort: purposefully annoys you until you either laugh or yell at him. he is 100%, more than likely aiming for the latter, getting a sick sense of satisfaction from knowing you're wound up now because of him. “see? you’re not upset anymore!”

•he's a twat with territorial anger: if it’s someone else’s fault, he’s immediately ready to fight, thinking of the most irrational ways to kill someone for your sake (though there is already nothing rational about him). “who do i need to carve a smile into?”

•though a selfish sod, he does have some genuinely surprising softness when it comes to you. if you’re genuinely upset, he awkwardly wraps his arm around your shoulder and says, “it’s fine. just... chill, okay?” he's rubbing your back until his hand is numb, or you become agitated.

•clumsy reassurance: “you’ve got me, so who cares about dumb stuff like that?”

•even throughout the comforting, his offer of violence still stands. “say the word, and i’ll make it disappear. permanently.”

•jeff is the absolute fucking worst for guilt deflection. if he caused the inconvenience, he’ll deny responsibility, but quietly try to make it better. he sees admitting to his faults as a weakness, but a few hours later, when he‐ again‐, sees your mood hasn't improved— he's begrudgingly coming over and taking your hand to apologize. his words are lazy sounding, but they are true. it pisses him off that he has to go such lengths to make you feel better, but in the end, it's you. so he'll cope.

jane the killer

•she is a direct comfort sort of woman: “what’s wrong? talk to me.”

•when she notices its an re-occuring issue bothering you more than usual, she'll go into problem-solving mode. jane listens carefully and offers solutions, even if you just want to vent. she loves listening to you talk, even if it's under more unfortunate circumstances.

•has a protective streak much like her male counterpart: “if it’s someone else’s fault, i’ll handle it.” and she means it

•queen of tough love. it's her kingdom. “you’re stronger than this. don’t let it get to you.” she's seen too many people react irrationally because of minor inconveniences (jeff), and she would hate to see you deliberately get into trouble because of something as 'simple' as frustration.

•silent presence: if words won’t help, she stays with you until you feel better. if your room is a mess, she'll clean your clothes off the floor, fold, and carry your laundry to the washer while you relax on your bed. she won't let you leave until she's positive you're at least feeling a little better about your situation, and even then, she's by your side for most the day.

•though she can be just as stubborn as anyone else, jane does make a soft admission: “i hate seeing you so upset. tell me how to help.”

•makes some gentle distraction (unlike clockwork): she suggests watching a movie or doing something fun together to lift your spirits. she will likely end up doing your makeup, the two of you on the floor together until your spirits start to rise.

laughing Jack (i hate this motherfucker)

•over-the-top antics because he's just like that, unfortunately. he's a piece of shit, but tries to make you laugh with ridiculous jokes or obnoxious pranks. a for effort, i guess. he's giving it his best shot.

•much like jeff, being a complete dick, there is that aspect of mock concern: “oh no! we must alert the circus of your sorrow!” sarcastic cunt.

•there is some aspect of unexpected sweetness with him, i would think (hope). if you’re genuinely upset, he tones it down and says, “hey, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

•he's crouching down onto his knees as you sit on the edge of your bed, his large, ugly ass hands cupping your face the best he can without shanking you with his gross, long fingers. his thumbs 'gently' rub your cheeks as he let's you breathe your frustration out.

•clownish ass distractions: pulls out a random toy or silly object to cheer you up. from out of fuck-all nowhere, he pulls a doll out from behind its back. it's even more hideous than him, which is difficult. it's stuffing is gruesomely ripped out, instead, packed full with grotesque looking candies. he'll awkwardly discard it on the floor when he sees it's only made your mood worse. what an idiot.

•chaotic energy: “let’s go do something fun! or dangerous! or both!”

•you don't feel like doing anything

•gentle honesty: “i'm not good at this comforting stuff, but I’m here for you.”, even though you already knew that. though the semblance is appreciated.

kagekao

•you're still a victim of playful mockery. "you look adorable when you’re mad. like a tiny storm cloud". he's mocking you while you want to punch him into a smear.

•teasing distractions. he pokes at your cheeks or steals something of yours to make you chase him. he genuinely does not care that you feel murderous tendencies towards him at the moment. it's his life mission to torment you eternally.

•jovial comfort: “don’t worry, i’ll take care of everything. or, at least, pretend I did.”

•surprise gifts. when he knows he's pushed you too far, he will opt to leave you a random (sometimes unsettling) trinket to cheer you up. he knows he's the source of your agitation, so he tries his 'best' to make up for it.

•more lighthearted annoyance. “you know i can’t take you seriously when you’re pouting like that, right?”

•unexpected wisdom from someone who is such a cunt to deal with. “life’s too short to stress over these things. laugh it off.”

•silently lurks nearby until you calm down, offering his silent presence as comfort.

masky

•masky will often show a reluctant concern, not outright admitting he's worried about your fluctuating attitude, but instead inviting you to chat. “what’s wrong now?” his tone is gruff, but he genuinely cares.

•practical help: masky fixes the problem (if possible) without saying much about it; especially when it comes down to it being an issue with anything containing an engine. if you're frustrated by an issue you're having with your vehicle, calmly, he'll tell you to give him the keys, and if he's feeling nice enough, he'll invite you out to hold the flashlight for him. just make sure you keep it steady.

•vaguely annoyed, but supportive: “seriously? you’re upset over that? fine, let’s deal with it.” he's the type to teach you about fixing your own issues, so you'll know how to deal with it next time.

•protective side: “if you need help with this, come to me. you don't need to be going to.. random guys to fix your car."

•he's definitely jealous at the thought of you going to anyone else for help but him.

•silent comfort if it's anything else that physically, he cant fix. he sits near you, not saying a word but making it clear he’s there for you.

•backhanded affection: “you’re too stubborn to let this keep you down, right?” he knows you'll take it as he's doubting you; and that you'll smarten up quick.

•masky gives you grudging hugs. awkwardly, he pulls you into a hug if you’re really upset— often on the porch as he's having a smoke. you'll be sitting on the steps, tucked up to his side. if he feels nice enough- his jacket will end up slung over your shoulders.

slenderman

•i'm going to be flat with you, he does not care.

•but if he did, he would be calm and composed. it doesn’t affect him, so he has no reason to reacf but to calm you down. “you’re letting this get to you? that’s beneath you.” he sounds unamused.

•stoic support. slenderman offers silent reassurance with his unyielding presence. sometimes he's there, sometimes he isn't. but, you always have that lingering feeling of him being close by. it's both comforting and frightening.

•intimidation tactic: “shall i remove the source of your distress?” he’s deadly serious, for the most part.

•he's slightly patronizing. he doesn't really grasp a sense of confliction about this like you do. he doesn't really get why you're making such a fuss over something so blatant. “this is not worth your energy. focus on what truly matters.”

•both helps and frustrates you more. sometimes it's pointless to explain to him.

•..somewhat gentle understanding. if you’re truly distressed, he places a hand on your shoulder and will tell you to excuse yourself from any activities later in the day.

•eerie distraction: creates a serene yet unnerving environment to take your mind off things. the effort is.. there.

•cryptic advice: “all things are temporary. even this feeling.”

ticci toby

•dry sarcasm “wow, the world’s ending because of this. guess we should all panic.” his tone is teasing but not mean-spirited. he just doesn't understand that it's truly bothering you to that extent, until you breakdown to him.

•gentle understanding: “yeah, okay, I get it. sometimes the little stuff just… builds up.” he leans back and listens without pushing you. he knows you're already overwhelmed, and makes it a point to give you some space while still being there.

•subtle comfort. he offers you his jacket or quietly sits beside you, muttering, “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. i'm not going anywhere.” like masky, he keeps you close to his side, whether sitting on a log or walking down the path. he'll encourage you to hold onto his arm.

•toby has a protective streak: “tell me who or what caused this. i’ll take care of it.” his voice is calm, but there’s an edge that means he’s serious. he doesn't like the idea of anyone pushing you around— only he can play around with you like that.

•gounding presence: if you’re spiraling, he places a hand on your shoulder or holds your hand. “breathe, okay? just focus on me for a minute.” too many times he's had to do this by himself. he understands the complications of losing yourself— and if you don't have to go through it alone, he won't allow you to.

•dull humor to lighten the mood. "if it makes you feel better, i've probably done something way stupider than whatever you’re upset about.”

•quiet reassurance: “you’ll get through this. you always do. it’s not as big as it feels right now, i promise.” he speaks softly but firmly, making sure you know he’s in your corner. he always is and will be. he's a bit more gentle than the rest.

[yjhzies]

“Museum dates.” — JWW

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . est relation . crack

⋆ pairings : wonwoo x f!reader ⋆ warning : reader isn't that interested in art, Wonwoo is a hot nerd, terms of endearment (baby, love) ⋆ wc : 0.5k [✉️] · Visiting museum is interesting - not that much, but if your boyfriend likes it, you like it too!

⋆ - note : IM HONESTLY NOT INTERESTED IN ART TOO, so I got many things wrong 🎀 can be read as gn!reader, but I'm not sure 😔 | tysm @gyubakeries 4 the req <33

"Baby, look here,"

You turned to the direction of the voice and found your boyfriend, Wonwoo, staring at an art piece by the wall.

"Yeah?"

"Look at this."

You look at it, and honestly, you're not as impressed as him. Not that you didn't find it interesting, but you were never into art that much. Maybe you just don't understand.

Wonwoo gently took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, pointing at the art piece.

"See this person? It's the king of the kingdom that won this war." He said, referring to the war dates mentioned below, glancing at you for a brief second.

You nod in acknowledgement, squinting your eyes as you took in the way the king's head was shaped weirdly, and giggled to yourself.

Wonwoo looked at you, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Hm?"

You pause and glance at him; he was looking at you confused.

"...what?" You ask, sheepishly smiling. Your boyfriend peered at your face, then puckered his lips.

"You don't find this interesting?"

Your smile slowly fades as you blink nervous.

"No, no! Why would you think that!" You laugh, hitting his shoulder and rest your hands on your hips.

"Ah, that hurt," Wonwoo winced, rubbing his shoulder. Your brows cured upwards and eyes flashed with worry as you reached out to touch the part where you had hit him.

"Did I hit too hard? I'm sorry-"

"Okay, okay, let's go see some other art works!" Wonwoo grabbed your hand gently, and led you towards a different section.

"Look," he smiled, nodding towards the art piece in front of you.

"Woah, is that an ice cream cone!?" You gasp, pointing at it.

"It's a flower pot, love."

You pause, mentally slap yourself, and turn around to face him. The amusement in his voice, and now he was grinning at you. Embarrassing.

"I knew it, I knew it, of course!" You widen your eyes, trying to prove your point that didn't exist. Wonwoo nods in agreement, smiling amusedly.

"Of course you did," he chuckled, brushing a hair strand behind your ear. "Does that ice cream cone look delicious though?" He asked, glancing at the art piece behind you.

Your right eye twitched, and your face painted with a frown. "Well, it won't when I don't agree to visit the museum next time."

Wonwoo frowned, his soft lips jutting out in a soft pout.

"Hey, don't say that..."

"Say what?"

"That you won't go out on a museum date with me."

You nod, pretending to think for a moment. "Ice cream?"

"As many as you want." Your boyfriend's face lit up with hope. How could you deny a cute your man?

"Alright!" You chirp, swinging his hand back and fourth as he mirrored your grin.

You'd attend as many museum dates as he wants. You'd listen to all his nerd-talks, and still never get bored. Even though you don't understand a thing, having Wonwoo be the yapper seems to activate the cuteness aggression in you. So, you don't mind being the listener for once.

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[ranticore]

Longwing siren harpy VS Cuinn Vs Ironwall harpy showdown. Who wins??? (They can use their in-world technology I guess)

we're asking the real questions now. let's compare three individuals. I'm shocked I haven't drawn an up to date image of one of my actual Siren longwings.. all the other ones still have tails but longwings don't have those anymore

longwing siren harpy: Miakef From My Blog Header

advantages:

the navigational visor acts to shield the face and eyes

has hands to hold things (weapons maybe?)

quadrupedal stance means a strong and explosive take-off

disadvantages:

flight tends to be slow and hyper specialised

claws are practically vestigal, they have no natural weapons and would struggle to carry substantial manmade weapons

the body of a longwing harpy is extremely small, fragile, and light, they're the ultralight aircraft of the siren harpy world they would rather fly away forever than fight

Ironwall Eagle Harpy: Pascal Leclerc (taking a break from being a horse)

advantages:

it's a yes for natural weapons, no beak no problem. catch these wing-hands

owns a phone with internet access so he could cyberbully you

might call the cops

disadvantages

just a big bird with a guy's face and tits

no natural desire to fight

deep well of insecurity means he's vulnerable to psychological attack

its just like whatever man who cares

Ama Plains Eagle Harpy: it's Cuinn/Ice Storm Over Kosa with the steel chair

advantages:

bloodthirsty and eager to kill, has a biological drive to fight

yes for natural weapons, for artificial weapons i guess he could use a sharpened stick

could get the rest of the flock to attack if you're not a personal rival

deep well of insecurity means he is more likely to ramp up the aggression in response to psychological attack

disadvantages:

as a regular cob harpy he's not that big or strong. and kings are rare on a population level so you'd be more likely fighting a cob than a king

no lips 😔 unkissable

no hands! he doesn't have hands and must use his mouth and feet for tool manipulation. you could just grab him while his feet are busy

overall size comparison (with placeholder longwing):

they're closer in size than i thought. longwing max height is 6ft according to my siren height chart but that's if the neck is stretched out, and cuinn is also 6ft if he stretches. ironwall harpies are comparatively and nonsensically gigantic because i was like fuck it what if i didn't care about flight dynamics for once (and then i put them back in later because i couldn't help myself)

ultimately i think the ama plains harpy is most likely to win because he wants to win and his continued existence as a king (if he is a king at time of fight) relies on him winning. longwing harpy is not built for combat at all but the visor technology would flag any opponent before they were within a hundred miles so they could just leave. ironwall harpies might be big and could probably match an ama harpy if they wanted to but tbh they're too busy worrying about their mortgage (& in pascal's case, which bandmate wants to kick him out)

[usernameforaboredcat]

Impressive (Monster Trio)

You’re always so nice and a little of a push over, being considered a member of the scared trio. You know, being scared and hiding away when there’s a big bad with Nami, Chopper and Usopp. Until one day, you get tipped and defend your beloved boyfriend.

This is a request, enjoy sweets <3

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Luffy

It was a nice quiet day on the sunny, Luffy, Usopp and yourself sitting on the edge of the Sunny while fishing. Nothing had bitten any of your lines all day, and your captain was getting irritated. “I’m hungry”. He cries, looking like he was about to die. “Just a little longer Lulu, I’m sure we’ll catch something soon”. You reassure him, sending him a small smile. “Before it disappears again”. Usopp mutters, directed at Luffy but he didn’t hear.

All of a sudden, Usopps line started to pull. “I got something!”. He says happily, starts in Luffys eyes. The pulling gets more aggressive, yourself and Luffy rushing behind him to help pull it up. You three pull something up, but it’s not just a big fish. “SEEEAAA KIIING!!!”. You and Usopp scream, getting eyed down by the monster and alerting the other crew mates, followed by Nami and Chopper screaming.

Before Luffy could react and punch the sea king, you jump up. He watches with wide eyes as you punch down on its head, the sea kings limp body slamming to the ocean. The crew rushes over and sees you standing on top of the sea king, using your arm to wipe away the sweat off your brow. “Luffy! I got lunch!”. You yell out to him.

He reaches out his arms and wraps around your waist, pulling you back up onto the ship crashing onto the grass of the Sunny. “THAT WAS SO COOL!”. He cheers, stars in his eyes. “Of course, I like taking care of you”. You tell him. He gives you a classic smile and chuckles at your sweet words. “You’re the best!”.

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Sanji

It was one of the days that the Sunny was docked at an island, adventure for some and restocking and repairs for others. You joined your boyfriend do some shopping, having to restock quite a lot especially with the endless pit that is your captains stomach.

As you two walk you spot a nice little drink shop, selling iced fruity drinks. It is a hot day, and it would be nice to get something nice and sweet for you and Sanji. “Hey Sanji”. You call, getting your boyfriends attention. “Yes, (Y/n) my love?”. He responds. “I’m gonna go get something, I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll catch up”. You tell him. “Alright, stay safe”. He tells you. You’d thought to keep it surprise, especially since he’s over working himself and carrying up to 5 large crates on his own.

After getting yourself and Sanji nice iced drink, you spot Sanji. More importantly you see someone lingering close behind him, too close and clearly getting ready to mug him. As the man reaches the grab Sanjis wallet, without thinking you sprint forward and punch the man in the face. The commotion caused Sanji to stop in his tracks and turn around, seeing a man withering on the ground in pain while you stood still from when you punched.

You notice him looking, you turn to him and giggle nervously. “He was about to mug you”. You just blatantly stated. He almost dropped everything as he looked you with hearts in his eyes. “AwmyloveyouresoconsiderateIloveyousomuuuch!”. He coos. He then straightens himself. “By the way, what did you want to grab?”. He asks. You now realize that you weren’t holding the drinks anymore, looking behind you and seeing your drinks on the ground. “Nothing”.

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Zoro

The day is hot, burning even. And worse your boyfriend had gotten you two lost in the middle of the woods on a foreign island. You desperately wanted to say something, but you knew that he was already stressed enough cause not only did he get himself lost he got you lost. As you two walk, he turns to look over at you over his shoulder as he continues to walk. “You doin okay?”. He asks you. “Yeah, I’m good”. You reassure, even if you felt like you where gonna pass out from heat and exhaustion.

He looks at you with a blank face. “Let’s take a break”. He states, walking over to a nearby tree and taking a seat under it. “Good idea”. You huff, falling down and laying on the ground. Zoro chuckles at your antics, his smile then dropping when he thinks more about the situation. So stressed that he started to doze off a bit.

“ZORO!”. His eyes snapped open, seeing you as your fist collided with the top of the head of a snake ten times you size. You let out a sigh of relief, seeing that he was okay. “What happened?”. He asks, still in a kind of shock at the sight in front of him. “This guy went to eat you, kinda acted on instinct when I saw”. You explain.

Weird, usually he’d be able to tell if a threat that big or any threat at that was coming at him. He smiles softly at you, getting up from his spot and placing a hand on your head. “Thanks for having my back”. He thanks, sending you a soft smile. You beam a bright smile up at him. “No problem!”.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Go into the woods (Kinktober day 1)

Warnings: primal play, Roughness, Marking, Dom Robb and female submissive reader

Word count: 1k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them.

Having been waiting to have Robb's attention all day as you found small ways to keep yourself busy, leaning back against a wall when you finally saw him and smiled growing excited but also nervous for what you were going to ask. Biting down on your lower lip as you looked up at him before placing your hands on his arms gently while making eye contact "I need you." There's nothing a king wants more than for his wife to tell him that she needs him. As the head of a household, Robb is constantly surrounded by advisors, counselors, and subjects all needing something from him. However, there is nothing more important than the needs of the woman he loves. He placed his hands on your hips and looked into your eyes as he replied. "Always, my love. What can I do for you?"

Smiling more that you could have his attention before you took a deep breath then made it more clear "Darling, I need you." You spoke as you gave him a look knowing you couldn't say much where anyone could hear you but did lean up closer to his ear as you whispered "I would like to try something new with you my love." Pulling away you looked up at him giving him a seductive look. The idea that his lovely wife wants to try something new with him is absolutely thrilling. As the King in the North, there are times when he feels as though his life is too well-defined and structured. The opportunity to have an experience with you that is completely untamed and unscripted is captivating. However, knowing that you want to try something new makes him a bit nervous. He doesn't want to be too aggressive or too timid. He wants to make you happy. "Trying something new?" with you is an offer he can never refuse. With your suggestion still lingering in his ears, he looked at you with an excited smile on his face. His hands caressed your body as he leaned down and whispered into your ear. "You know I wouldn't say no to that. What would you like to try, my love?"

You grinned at his words happy that he would try or at least listen to you and what you wanted to try, taking his larger hand in your smaller one as you led you both outside making it seem innocent enough that you both were simply taking a stroll together. Once far enough away from the people of the North, you turned to face him as you grew nervous about his reaction but kissed his cheek as you spoke softly "When we lay together there are times you speak of being a wolf….Prove it take me as a wolf." His face lights up with a sly grin as your words sink in. At first, he is shocked by your request, but there is no denying that the idea intrigues him. He stared at you with a mix of surprise and desire as he gently pushed you up against the nearest wall. His eyes run up and down your body, as he growled in your ear, "Show me how the wolf takes his prey." He then leaned in and kissed your neck, making you shiver with anticipation. Gazing into your eyes, he replies thoughtfully, "As a wolf, I will be rough, even brutal. Are you sure this is what you want, my love?"

You giggled when he grabbed you and pinned you to the wall. Your eyes were shining, and your face was flustered from the feeling of his lips. "Of course, I am sure." You whispered into his ear, then bit your lip in a teasing way a sense of desire and nervousness ran through your entire body, when he growled in your ear, everything in your body responded to him. Your hands on his clothes pulling him closer as your legs wrap around his waist. Your lips parted and whispered, "Do not be so gentle with me, sweet wolf." The sound of your voice begging him to be rough with you fuels the fire inside him. He pushed you against the tree more and kissed you fiercely, letting his desire and passion pour out of him through his lips. As he broke the kiss, he looked into your eyes with a feral expression as he continued to growl, "As you wish, my darling." With that, he pinned you to the tree with one hand and began to tear at your clothes with the other. His teeth sank into your neck as he made you gasp with pleasure.

Moaning with satisfaction when you felt his warm hands on your body. You closed your eyes and leaned backward to let him rip through your clothes, showing your beautiful skin off once bare before him. "You can be more aggressive, darling." You whispered in a soft voice as you tugged on his hair as a way to stimulate your lover to be more brutal. "I want to feel your strength and power when you claim me tonight and after." You gasped with pleasure. You bit your lower lip, you liked the way he was, aggressive and possessive. When alone, he doesn’t hide behind any facade or formality, he’ll just take what he wants from you. Not just this night, but from now on. His actions begin to become more firm and deliberate as if to make up for his previously gentle and tender behavior. The sound of your soft moan sparks something primal inside him as his desire grows. "If this is how you want it, then I shall be brutally dominant," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. He then pushed you to the ground where you could feel the coldness of the snow against your skin. He looked down at you with a wild expression as he bit your neck and pinned your hands to the ground, "You will be my favorite toy tonight." He then moved on top of you to claim what is rightfully his.

[literatemisfit]

My thoughts on Opening Night of Macbeth at the Harold Pinter Theatre, Oct 1, 2024:

SPOILERS ON ALL OF IT

I have never. Ever. Seen theatre like that. The theatricality in the way everyone moved, the dramatics behind every word, the energy that every single actor had for the action and the violence

The thriller aspects of the play fucking floored me. The opening flash of light on Macbeth, bloodied and traumatized, shocked me and will stay with me forever. The red lights on the witches/visions that haunt Macbeth and convulse at his feet, then attack him and make HIM convulse and whimper and *scream* fuck

Macbeth fighting off imaginary foes was genius (and also made me giggle bc David fighting no one is kind of adorable)

Macbeth's grappling with manhood was beautifully done - from soft and desperate to prove himself to his wife, to fighting with himself to kill or not to kill the king, to aggressively grabbing at and grinding on his wife ordering her to give him male children, then righteous rage at those who turn against him

Also. The way that man moves his body on the stage is - spellbinding. Bowing to the King flat on his stomach in submission, arms out like a cross in reverence and vulnerability. Crouching and kneeling, legs splayed out, lowering himself to the ground in sorrow

The knocking behind the glass chilled me. The murders of Macduff's family disturbed me. The young actor Caspar is absolutely incredible - Macbeth catching young Macduff as if to help and shush him and then handing him off to the murderer, to his doom

The gunshots! How can I forget the gunshots ringing out all around as the witches taunt and tease him, writhing and twisting and calling out to him. His fear at being surrounded by amazing horrors, his anger at learning that he isn't invincible

And oh. Oh my God the folk dancing. Never have I seen anything more extra, more energetic, more folk inspired yet modern? around and around and around they spun with mad grins and roaring laughs and growls, a show of manhood and aggression as well as mirth and pleasure

The way they froze scenes - like the dance - to emphasize the terror or the shared looks or the doubt or the thereto untold knowledge of their crime

The beautiful and rugged Scottish accents and Cush's sublime magnificence were the icing on the incredibly tall and wholly overwhelming cake that is David Tennant on stage, doing what he loves most in the whole wide world, with as much energy and turbulence and drama and theatrics and vitality and desperate longing looks as he can possibly muster. David Tennant on stage, doing what he loves:

I think David is a perfect Macbeth. The way he wavers uncertainly at having brought the daggers out of the chamber and not knowing what to do next, being led by his wife and yet so eager to please her and get them the healing they both so desperately need, needing to take charge and finding his courage when it's too late.

His breakdown at Banquo's ghost: a masterclass in fear and rage and trauma, grasping at his wife as they clutch each other on the ground, both enraged yet both afraid and confused and disturbed but for different reasons

Pretending.

[rafeysvenicebitch]

𖤓Crossing the Divide𖤓

𖤓Part 2𖤓

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!pouge!reader

Warnings: Cussing, Rafe kinda babying the reader, some trauma dumping, meanish Rafe, suggestive(I think)

The bed was King sized with a white wooden frame and pink floral designs on the bedsheets, blankets, and pillows. It also had a pink mesh mosquito net. The rest of the room had white walls and filigree designs on the borders. You had 2 dressers, a massive closet, and a vanity. You also had a desk with a laptop on it. Rafe had left a note on it saying you could start applying for colleges and scholarships, and take necessary classes and tests.

You got up, yawned and stretched. You heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You said in groggy voice, as you stifled a yawn.

The door opened and Rafe walked in. He was holding a few Chanel and Louis Vuitton shopping bags, and some unopened packages. He had already gotten ready. He wore a black polo shirt with khaki shorts, his prized rings, and gold watch.

“Mornin’ doll face.” He smiled and put the items on the bench in front of your bed.

You looked at him with a little smile,”Good morning Rafe.”

He sat by you on the bed,”How’d you sleep?”

You sighed dreamily, remembering the absolute paradise you felt while sleeping,”Amazing. I actually slept through the night for once.”

He stroked your cheek,”You’ve never slept through the night, doll face?”

You shook your head,”Nope. Back at my house, I’m using a 10 year old mattress. It’s stuffed with a bunch of random stuff, I never cared to check.”

He pursed his lips and spoke in your ear in a low tone,”I’ll make sure to take good care of you. You won’t regret this.”

You were sure your face was on fire. You were falling for his tricks.

You looked at him, smiling,”Thank you.”

“Of course, doll face. How bout you get ready, and I’ll take you for a lil’ drive. We should get ice cream.”

You nodded,”That sounds good. I’ll be down in like 10 minutes.”

He scoffed,”Oh sweet thing. You’re gonna be exfoliating that skin, moisturizing it, and putting on makeup and perfume. That’s gonna take a while. How bout you brush your teeth then eat breakfast?” You nodded rapidly, you haven’t eaten a good meal for days. He patted your thigh once,”Alright I’ll be downstairs.” He smiled and walked off.

You got off the bed and walked to the en-suite bathroom. He had put out an Oral-B toothbrush and toothpaste for you. You rinsed your mouth out. You shuffled back into the bedroom in the cold hardwood to get your bunny slippers. You gently padded down the stairs to the dining room. There were 2 plates with pancakes and bacon with iced tea for you and coffee for Rafe.

Rafe was fidgeting with his ring while taking slow sips of his black coffee. He looked up with a massive grin on his face,”Doll face.” He got up to pull out a chair for you. He put it right next to his in a vertical position. He patted the cushion of the seat,”Come on, sit.”

You nodded and spoke quietly,”Ok.” You slowly sat down. You observed the food.

He chuckled,”Don’t worry dollie. I ain’t gonna kill ya’.”

You sighed, knowing that you’d regret your words,”You murdered Perterkin. That’s why I’m a little afraid of you…” you trailed off.

He grabbed your face forcefully, his tone more aggressive,”Hey, watch your fuckin’ mouth! You’re gonna listen. You’re gonna listen good doll face. I didn’t fuckin’ kill Peterkin. It was that John B.” He let your face go roughly,”You got that?”

You looked down,”Yes..”

“Good. Now eat up. We have places to be.”

A few tears rolled down your cheek and fell in your lap. Quiet sobs exited your mouth. You always hated when people yelled at you.

He sighed,”Hey dollie, I didn’t mean to be so aggressive……” he rubbed your back, shushing you,”I’ll be better. I promise.” He kissed the top of your head, “you still hungry?” You shook your head,”You still wanna go out?” You shook your head. He picked you up out of the chair bridal style,”I’ll but you back to bed. I’ll be right by you,Ok?”

You calmed your crying down,”Ok.” This man was sick. He was manipulating you and you still fell for it. You haven’t had anyone but your friends care for you. But this felt different.

He gently placed you down on the bed, helping you take your slippers off. He laid down right next to you, his hand loosely on your waist.

He whispered,”I just want someone to care about me, and be with me, and help me…all my family’s gone. They don’t care. Most people don’t like me. Fuck, Topper and Kelc don’t really like me anyway. You actually give a shit. I can tell.”

You whispered back,”Oh…my family is gone too. My parents died in a shipwreck. I’ve been scared of the sea since forever. I just don’t have anywhere to go. My other family members don’t know I exist.” You put your hand on his, tracing his insignia ring.

“You’re better than me. You didn’t start doin’ drugs and selling em’”

“I started smoking.”

He let out a quiet laugh,”I’ve done it all, dollie.”

END OF PART 2

[milkmemes]

SAPPHIC SPICY SONG STARTERS

Songs that have suggestive/ns4w context but it's all sapphic/wlw/lesbian.

Jenny - Studio Killers

❝I wanna ruin our friendship❞ ❝ We should be lovers instead❞ ❝I've been doing bad things that you don't know about❞ ❝I don't know how to say this❞ ❝ [Name], take my hand.❞ ❝We're more than friends❞ ❝I can't pretend why I never like your new boyfriends.❞ ❝I can't pretend.❞

WOMAN - Avenue Beat

❝What's more beautiful than a woman?❞ ❝Ain't no fucking vibe like a woman's loving.❞ ❝Working your way up and down you.❞ ❝We could be kissing on the kitchen counter.❞ ❝You make me wanna grab your hips.❞ ❝I dare you to try.❞ ❝Change my mind.❞ ❝I could be grabbing your hips and working my way up every inch of you.❞

She's so Cool - Sarah Barrios

❝She's so cool❞ ❝Got me down on my knees.❞ ❝God bless, just my type of girl.❞ ❝Late night I fantasize about being underneath the sheets inside your room. ❞ ❝Got her body memorized.❞ ❝Got your body memorized.❞ ❝God I wish she'd think about me too.❞ ❝God I wish you'd think about me too.❞ ❝She don't know me but I love her.❞ ❝She's a little bit bitter but she tastes so sweet.❞ ❝You're a little bit bitter but you taste so sweet.❞ ❝She's so outta my league.❞ ❝You're so outta my league.❞

LUNCH - Billie Eilish

❝I could eat that girl for lunch.❞ ❝Tastes like she might be the one.❞ ❝Tastes like you might be the one.❞ ❝I could never get enough.❞ ❝I could buy you so much stuff.❞ ❝I could buy her so much stuff.❞ ❝It's a craving, not a crush.❞ ❝Baby I think you were made for me.❞ ❝I've been trying hard not to overeat.❞ ❝You're just so sweet.❞ ❝I'll run a shower for you if you want.❞ ❝I left clothes on the counter for you, try them on. If I'm allowed, I'll help you take them off.❞ ❝If I'm allowed, I'll help you take your clothes off.❞ ❝I just wanna get her off.❞ ❝I just wanna get you off.❞ ❝You need a seat? I'll volunteer.❞ ❝I said it all before, but I'll say it again. I'm interested in more than just being your friend.❞ ❝I said it all before, but I'll say it again.❞ ❝ I'm interested in more than just being your friend.❞ ❝I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend.❞ ❝Do you know how to bend?❞

Verse - Chrissy Chlapecka ❝Be aggressive!❞ ❝Me on top.❞ ❝I won't stop 'til I feel the burn.❞ ❝We're so hot.❞ ❝We're taking turns.❞ ❝My cheerleader.❞ ❝It's me on her.❞ ❝Shootin' straight to the heart of me.❞ ❝Switch positions.❞ ❝You're so impressive.❞ ❝I'm cumming first.❞

she calls me daddy - KiNG MALA ❝She's a little bit psycho❞ ❝She's got you wrapped around her finger.❞ ❝I've got you wrapped around my finger.❞ ❝You have me wrapped around your finger.❞ ❝It might be a little superficial.❞ ❝She plays with the boys but she comes home to me.❞ ❝She comes home to me.❞ ❝You come home to me.❞ ❝You can play with the boys but you come home to me.❞ ❝Little fucked up but I think it's official that she might be your girl but she's calling me daddy.❞ ❝You're calling me daddy.❞ ❝She's mine.❞ ❝You're mine.❞ ❝She wears a collar with my name.❞ ❝Wear a collar with my name.❞ ❝I'll never tie you down.❞ ❝I never tie her down.❞ ❝They always come around.❞ ❝You always come around.❞ ❝I'm a bit of an ice queen, a little bit mean.❞ ❝My girl likes the way I shoot them down.❞ ❝You like the way I shoot them down.❞ ❝She says she likes when I play king.❞ ❝You said you like when I play king.❞ ❝My little play thing.❞ ❝You should see their face when they finally realize.❞ ❝Secretive but not ashamed.❞ ❝Close your mouth.❞ ❝Watch your girl get what she likes.❞ ❝Watch the girl get what she likes.❞ ❝Watch my girl get what she likes.❞

bitches - Tove Lo ❝Touch me like you know what you do and what you don't.❞ ❝Why complicate it?❞ ❝Let me be your guide when you eat my pussy out.❞ ❝All these girls stare at me.❞ ❝Lay 'em down, feel 'em up.❞ ❝Bitches, I don't trust 'em.❞ ❝They give me what I want for the night.❞ ❝You give me what I want for the night.❞ ❝I tell 'em and they do what I like.❞ ❝I'll tell you and you'll do what I like.❞ ❝They can't fake it.❞ ❝It's better if you're blunt, I don't really wanna hunt.❞ ❝Baby, spread your legs.❞ ❝Already cumming.❞ ❝I'm already cumming.❞

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Elemental Virus au symptoms

"This is Vampire King, I've started writing in this journal to keep my sanity, and in case I end up getting infected, so whoever ends up taking my place as survivor scout leader will gain the important information about the elemental virus, the symptoms of all four of its variants, and how to identify and survive against all four types of infected."

Chapter one: Symptoms

1.Candy variant

Stage one: If someone is infected with the candy variant of the elemental virus, the first stage has the infected incredibly cheery and giggling to themself quite often, the most telling sign of being infected is the individual having a constant wide grin(shows an image of Fool giggling to himself with a huge grin).

Stage two: The infected's giggling becomes more frequent as their limbs and smiles start to elongate. They also start craving sugar during this stage and will even go as far as grabbing candy and baked sweets out of other people's mouths in order to get it(shows an image of Fool with elongated limbs and an elongated smile, holding a bag of pure sugar).

Stage three: In this stage, the infected's body become more colorful, their giggling turns into full-blown laughter, and their pupils start to dilate. They also start having a surgary substance constantly secreting from their mouth. This is when they start attacking those who aren't also infected with the candy variant of the virus(shows an image of Fool covered in vibrant colors and attacking Fern).

Final stage: This is when the virus fully takes over the infected individual. The person is now fully made of candy, they are also completely manic and extremely lanky. They are completely blind, and rely on their extremely good sense of smell to track down any survivors to infect them(shows an image of Fool fully infected. His body is extremely lanky and fully made of candy. His eyes replaced with black gum drops, and his mouth is a gaping smile that stretches down to his abdomen and is always secreting a surgary substance to lure in victims with a sweet tooth to infect them).

2.Ice variant

Stage one: If someone is infected with the ice variant of the elemental virus, the first stage has the infected incredibly melancholic, not wanting to do the things they once enjoyed, the most telling sign is the infected shedding a lot of tears(shows an image of Empress sitting alone with tears dripping down her face).

Stage two: The infected starts shedding tears more frequently and have a permanent open frown. They also have an uncontrollable desire to stay cold, and will even try to get into the freezer to keep their body temperature from rising(shows an image of Empress with more tears and a frown trying to get into the freezer, but being restrained).

Stage three: In this stage, the infected's frown starts droping, they lose their ability to speak, and their skin becomes slightly blue and cold. This is when they start acting aggressive towards those who aren't also infected with the ice variant of the virus(shows an image of a slightly blue Empress attacking Mr. Fox).

Final stage: This is when the virus fully takes over the infected individual. The person is now fully made of ice. Their frown drops down to their chest, their teeth have fallen out, their skin is now completely blue and freezing cold, and their eyes become soulless. They tend to attack anyone who isn't made of ice. They have become deafeningly quiet to make up for how slowly they move, meaning they tend to stalk their intended victim in order to infect them, with the last thing the victim hears usually being a bone chilling sigh(shows an image of Empress fully infected. Her body being completely blue and cold as ice, her frown droping to her chest, and her soulless eyes staring right at the viewer).

3.Slime variant

Stage one: If someone is infected with the slime variant of the elemental virus, the first stage has the infected incredibly lethargic and won't feel like doing anything besides laying around. The most telling sign of being infected is the individual will have a constantly running nose(shows an image of Moon laying on the ground with a runny nose and a bunch of used tissues).

Stage two: The infected starts moving slower, as more mucus starts running down their nose and even out of their mouths, and will start turning green. They begin craving dairy, and will go as far as trying to break into people's homes and drinking the milk straight from the jug/carton to get it(shows an image of a slightly greener Moon with mucus running out of her nose and mouth trying to breaks someone's kitchen window to drink the milk in their fridge).

Stage three: In this stage, the infected is completely green, they start losing their ability to feel any emotions, and slime starts running out of their skin and hair(if the person has any hair). They also start attacking anyone who isn't also infected with the slime variant of the virus(shows an image of a completely green Moon with slime coming out of her mouth, nose, skin, and hair, attacking Breakfast Princess).

Final stage: This is when the virus fully takes over the infected individual. The person is now fully made of slime, with their entire bodies constantly oozing it. They're almost completely emotionless outside of the occasional aggression when they see one of the other three types of infected, in which they will attack, and their leges and feet have fused into what resembles the lower half of a slug, making them even slower than ice infecteds, this has caused slime infecteds to place themselves into dead ends or entrance/exit ways and wait for survivors to accidentally run into them to infect them rather than actively hunting people down like the other types of infected(shows an image of Moon fully infected. Her body oozing slime non-stop, her legs now that of a slugs lower half).

4.Fire variant

Stage one: If someone is infected with the fire variant of the elemental virus, the first stage has the infected incredibly irritable, they'll start bearing their teeth and yell at people even over the smallest things. The most telling sign of being infected is that the individual will have contracted pupils(shows and image of Hierophant with contracted pupils, bearing his fangs and standing in an aggressive pose).

Stage two: The infected will start actively looking for verbal fights and will even try to attack physically, but are usually able to stop themselves. They start going blind from rage, and have an uncontrollable desire to stay in the heat and will even try to go near volcanoes to keep their body temperature from dropping to anything lower than 100⁰f/37.7778⁰c(shows an image of Hierophant starting to go blind, trying to get near a volcano, but being restrained, just like Empress with the freezer).

Stage three: In this stage, the infected starts going feral, they begin to lose their ability to speak, smoke starts seeping out of their mouth, and they start getting bigger. They also start physically attacking anyone who isn't also infected with the fire variant of the elemental virus(shows an image of a slightly larger Hierophant, with smoke coming out of his mouth, attacking Me-mow).

Final stage: This is when the virus fully takes over the infected individual. The person is now fully made of fire. They have grown to the size of a bear and are completely blinded by rage, so they rely on their sharp sense of hearing to track down and detect any survivors in order to infect them, they've almost completely lost their ability to speak, usually communicating throws roars and growls, with the occasional word here or there, they also tend to walk on all fours and attack anything that isn't made of fire, usually through physical attacks, but will also burn people with their fire breath, however, they rarely use it(shows an image of a fully infected Hierophant. He's now bear sized, walking on all fours, his eyes completely red with no pupils for him to see with, smoke forming clouds that puff out of his mouth, and an extremely wrathful look on his face).

"Marceline is still missing, so we don't know what happened to her, and while she was hit with the same shockwave that infected Fool, Moon, Empress, and Hierophant, and she was seen attcking herself for no reason, I still have hope that she might be okay"

Chapter two: How to survive

1.Candy infected: If you encounter a candy infected, the best way to survive is to fight, you can try to run, but their speed can vary from each infected person, unlike the other types of infected who all have the same speed, and trying to hide won't be easy unless you can cover your scent before they can get to you, so fighting them is your best option, but whatever you do, don't fight using your body, as all four variants of the virus spreads through contact. It's best to use a weapon, preferably long-range, to keep a good distance between you and the infected. Fight until the infected is unconscious before you start running, and you will have survived(I say unconscious instead of dead because YOU LITERALLY CAN'T KILL THEM, and that applies to all variants of infected).

2.Ice Infected: If you encounter an ice infected, it's pretty easy to survive. You just need to run. They're very slow, as I said earlier, so it's easy to out-run them, that is if they haven't sneaked up on you, then you'll have to try and avoid them making contact with you until you can create enough distance to start running, which is easier said than done.

3.Slime infected: If you encounter a slime infected, you just need to avoid walking into them, as they won't waste energy trying to hunt you down. Try finding other exits/pathways or a way around the infected. This makes slime infecteds the easiest to survive against.

4.Fire Infected: If you encounter a fire infected, there are only two things you can do depending on the situation. If they are far enough away from you, then you can try to hide, but if they are right in front of you, then the only way to survive is to stay still, and don't make any sudden sounds until they move on and are out of your sight. If they hear even the slightest sound from you, they will immediately start attacking you, fighting won't work as they can either burn or melt any weapons you try to fight with, and trying to run away won't work either as they are extremely fast and will definitely catch you.

[precuredaily]

Precure Day 238

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 39 - “Save King Montblanc!" Date watched: 1 January 2024 Original air date: 16 November 2008 Screenshots Precure Metamorphose Gallery | Sky Rose Translate Gallery Project info and master list of posts

The final monarch of the four kingdoms is found, and Bunbee is looking for a bargaining chip back into Eternal. What happens when these two circumstances collide? Let’s dive in!

The Plot

Karen and Komachi capture an extremely ill-looking Palmin in the school library, and it turns out to be the final monarch, King Montblanc. They regroup with the team and try to figure out what to do, even summoning Queen Bavarois for guidance. She explains that he’s actually the eldest of the monarchs despite his young appearance, and suggests that he has lost too much energy from being in Palmin form for so long. She proposes bedrest, and Milk pleads with Karen to tend to him the same way she was cared for when she was sick previously.

Everyone contributes tools to help warm him up while Karen tries to nurse the sickly king, feeding him watered down honey for the nutrients, but he starts coughing aggressively. Everyone, including all the fairies, becomes hysterical and asks Karen what to do. Karen  is scared that she's doing more harm than good and becomes overwhelmed by everyone’s nagging and steps away to collect herself. Komachi manages to calm and reassure her friend, reminding her that Nozomi always gives her best effort and so should they. Karen returns to his side, and though weak he seems to be doing better, even grabbing Karen’s finger.

While all this is happening, Bunbee winds up at Natts House. He’s been wandering aimlessly since episode 35, when he tried to become the Precures’ new leader, and he’s too afraid to show himself at Eternal after his attempted defection. He demands to be let in from the cold, but for plainly obvious reasons nobody trusts him, so he forces his way in. He doesn’t seem to have any particularly ill intentions until he sees King Montblanc and realizes that could be his ticket back to Eternal. Nozomi won’t let him kidnap the King, so Bunbee conjures a Hoshiina out of the frozen pond, and everyone transforms into Precure and Milky Rose.

While Milky Rose and the other Precures deal with the Hoshiina’s ice attacks, Aqua returns King Montblanc to the Rose Pact and tries to retreat with him. Bunbee sees this, but Rose keeps him from following her. When she is dispelled, the rest of the cures join her assault, but the Hoshiina knocks them all back. Bunbee decides to take out the threat of the four cures and Milky Rose first, instead of Cure Aqua, and prepares his super missile attack. Aqua is once again overwhelmed and torn about what to do, but Montblanc emerges and encourages her to go to her friends, because he’s seen the strength of their bond. She manages to send Bunbee flying far enough away, and then Coco helps the Precures perform Rainbow Rose Explosion, purifying the Hoshiina. Milky Rose tries to perform Metal Blizzard on Bunbee, but he makes a hasty retreat.

Back in Natts House when the dust has settled, King Montblanc explains that he only drinks grape juice, which is why he couldn’t handle the honey mixture she gave him. When he sees Syrup he starts to say that his presence means the Cure Rose Garden is in great danger, but falls asleep before he can elaborate and Karen says to let him rest before they question him further.

Bunbee returns to Eternal to tell Anacondy that the last king has been found, but she destroys his report. She knows he was trying to betray Eternal, and casts him into the underworld before she disappears. However, after she leaves, the door opens again and Bunbee is seen clinging to it, wondering what he should do next.

The power of comic relief reigns supreme

The Analysis

What I Liked

It’s a deliberate parallel and callback to one of the best episodes of the last season, without feeling like a complete rehash. It shows Karen’s development, and her vulnerability. It challenges her in a somewhat different way and she shines all the brighter for it. She has ideas about how to treat the sickly king, but she’s still only a middle school student and is easily overwhelmed by the pressure of her situation, especially when her peers and even some near adults turn to her for guidance. But she also pulls through, earning the trust of the king.

The battle scene has some nice moments, with the whole team punching away icicles like Wonder Woman deflecting bullets. They show why they’re a great team, as Dream, Rouge, Lemonade, Mint, and Rose work together to divert attention from Aqua while she protects the king, and Rose has another solo fight with Bunbee (calling back to her debut appearance in episode 10), followed by Aqua turning around and getting a few good hits on him in retaliation. It’s fun stuff.

I might rag on Bunbee… a lot, but he’s fun, and at this juncture in the series he seems genuinely unsure about what he wants. He doesn’t seem to relish in evil, but it’s all that he knows. However, he’s also not sympathetic. He has an inflated sense of self-importance and performs evil acts to bolster his position. I know that ultimately he sort of redeems himself, and he shows up occasionally in anniversary projects in a comic relief role, so it’ll be interesting to see where he goes from here now that he’s officially banished from Eternal. Also, I love that he managed to basically save himself from eternal damnation by just clinging to a door.

What I DIdn’t Like

Nothing sticks out to me about this episode as a negative.

Miscellaneous

In the midst of the drama, we get some subtle advertisement for the functions of the CureMo and the Rose Pact, to appease Bandai.

King Montblanc’s affinity for grape juice is similar to Karen’s own, and Rin makes a quip about this as well.

King Montblanc is played by Sakiko Tamagawa, a veteran voice actress with a career spanning 4 decades. She will appear in Heartcatch Precure as a minor character named Shiku Rumi, and in All Stars New Stage 2 and 3 as the fairy Enen. Outside of Precure, she is probably most known for providing the voice of the Tachikoma robots in the Ghost in the Shell franchise.

King Montblanc is modeled after a turtle, completing the motif of the mythical four cardinal beasts with the other monarchs. Also, continuing the dessert motif of the series, mont blanc is a French dish consisting of chestnut puree cut into vermicelli (a pasta similar to spaghetti) and served with whipped cream. Japan has their own version, which is a sponge cake topped with the chestnut pasta , or more generally, any cake topped with vermicelli cream. The dish itself is named after the real Mont Blanc (literally Mount White), which is the tallest mountain in the Alps, on the border of France and Italy.

Rainbow Rose Explosion has become the defacto finisher, replacing the individual attacks. This is in contrast to the last season where Five Explosion was only used to defeat generals. This does become the norm in successive series.

Conclusion

It’s a nice transition into the last quarter of the show that recalls familiar territory while setting the stage for new developments. It’s a strong Karen focus episode and exemplifies her best qualities. I’m looking forward to learning more about King Montblanc and Bunbee’s future.

Next time on Precure Daily, Urara loses her voice. Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 kettei!

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Now I need to ask! Do you already have planned some of the dragons for your hotd babies? Names, colours, personality... anything really (my big kitties 🥺)

yesss I sure as heck do

Ayron – Vīlībāzmio black with a red diamondback pattern; black eyes; very much a war dragon, the two of them are really the leaders of Viserys' army. Like his rider, Vīlībāzmio has an exceptional amount of patience but never forgets a wrong, only bides his time. One of the largest dragons left in the world, he is not one for fancy flying or showing off tricks but he is one of the fastest dragons, and his brute force is exceptional – if he flies into another dragon, he will knock their rider off their back and send the dragon to the ground

Carlys – Jaedos (The Queen’s Guard); he is black with gold scales and darker gold wings; green eyes; he is very playful but extremely protective of Carlys, gets huffy with anyone other than Aegon and their kids being too close to her; very small, because he stays indoors at all times he never properly grows

Daenyra – Mīsio (The Frost Dragon); used to be black and gold, now white and silver; blue eyes; Mīsio used to be a normal dragon, but after flying north with Daenyra and then years beyond the wall, she started to fade from black and gold to white and silver, her previously black eyes turned ice blue, and she began to breathe ice instead of fire. She is fiercely protective of her rider, hardly letting anyone get close enough to touch her. When they return to King's Landing, Mīsio refuses to stay in the dragon pit, instead finding herself a cave to dwell in. Daenyra has gotten better about not running from confrontations, but when she was younger she loved to avoid conversations by jumping out of windows, trusting that Mīsio would catch her. She and Aegon were the only ones of her siblings to have dragon eggs in their cribs from birth, Mīsio hatching when Daenyra was only a month old, and it is reflected in the bonds that they have with their dragons.

Daessa – Valaera (sometimes called Moonfyre); navy (almost black) scales with lighter blue-grey wings; black eyes; Valaera is from the same clutch as Sunfyre, the dusk to his dawn. Though almost complete opposites in appearance (both colouring and Valaera being very small compared to Sunfyre) the two are very similar in personality. She is very loyal to Daessa, and it is often said that she seems to understand what Daessa wants without any need for words. She is capable of great force in battle, but is very playful and loves to fly with Daessa just for fun, doing tricks in the air and flying close enough to the water to splash her rider. Despite the divide between Blacks and Greens, Sunfyre and Valaera remain bonded, and have had clutches of their own. Although Daessa named her Valaera, she was nicknamed Moonfyre by Aegon due to her similarities to Sunfyre

Rhaella – Vermithor (the Bronze Fury); bronze body with tan wings; personality; previously the dragon of King Jaehaerys but when Jaehaerys died, Vermithor claimed Rhaella as his new rider (who had lost her previous dragon) – some tried to claim that this should have marked Rhaella as Jaehaerys’ rightful heir, but she remained steadfast in support of Rhaenys’ claim

Rhaeya – Starfyre; gold scales fading into a silver underbelly & silver wings; silver eyes; Starfyre is considered one of the most even tempered dragons around. Much like her rider, she is very calm and well behaved, but will get aggressive if she feels that Rhaeya is in danger. She is on the smaller side, well suited to stealth, and very well suited to help Rhaeya sneak around to see Jace. Although often considered docile and "tame", when Starfyre does feel that she or Rhaeya is being threatened, she is capable of extreme violence, and once ate a soldier who attempted to grab Rhaeya's arm in order to bring her back to the Keep. Although less overtly aggressive than some of the other dragons, she also never cowers to them, always standing her ground – much like how Rhaeya behaves with her family.

Saera – Syndor (The Cannibal); coal black; green eyes; personality; he didn’t have a name when he claimed Saera but she calls him Syndor, the Valyrian word for Shadow.  He claimed her rather than the other way around; Rhaenyra had been sent to Dragonstone for the duration of her pregnancy and the day that Saera was born, all of Dragonstone could hear the Cannibal roaring.  The first day that Saera was brought outside of the castle walls, he swooped down from above and landed right in front of Rhaenyra and Saera, staring them down until Rhaenyra very carefully approached, and he only began to calm when little baby Saera reached out to pat his scales.  As she got older, he remained a constant presence, keeping a safe distance from everyone but always *there*, vicious and violent still to everyone but her 

Vaella – Silverwing; pale silvery-purple scales with pale purple belly, dark purple wings; purple eyes; personality; Vaella doesn't get her own egg and, like aemond, never claimed a dragon but during her miscarriage and almost dying, Silverwing flew from Dragonstone to King's Landing, roaring loudly and being impossible to settle until she finally saw her girl (more painfully, the first Moment™ that Vaella has with a dragon is burning the body of her own child, but Silverwing then shields her with a wing and forces everyone to give her space)

Visenya – Perzys; dark red scales with a white underbelly; white wings; dark purple eyes; Perzys is from Silverwing's last clutch, an egg that all had believed to have turned to stone decades before. Visenya's egg never hatched as an infant, but as a toddler she came across Perzys' egg and took to carrying it with her everywhere until eventually it hatched. For many years, Perzys could always be found with Visenya, sitting on her shoulder until he became too large to do so. Many in the Keep opposed it, but Viserys always indulged her, wanting to encourage the bond his daughters had with their dragons. Because Perzys was so much smaller than Syrax, he was not considered to be as well suited for battle, but his small size and impressive agility allowed he and Visenya an advantage over many of the bulkier dragons, being able to fly in between other dragons with ease, with a speed comparable only to Meleys and Sunfyre

[zponds]

Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire - My Edition - Godzilla VS Amhuluk

The next time Titanus Amhuluk shows up in my edition of The New Empire is when Godzilla, the alpha titan, arrives in the North Pole, seeking the energy to further power up (after dementor’ing the radiation of several French nuclear power plants) to face Skar King, Shimo and Skar King’s army.

The confrontation begins when Godzilla shoots out his supercharged atomic breath at the manhattan-sized ice lair to lure out the titan within. A few seconds later, Titanus Amhuluk emerges, but he looks different. Having absorbed a lot of the energy since kicking Tiamat out, Amhuluk has grown two extra arms, making him have 8 limbs like a spider. On top of that, the blue glow of the vain-like glows is replaced with a pink glow and his 10 eyes are glowing pink too. Seeing Godzilla, Amhuluk spreads his “arms” and “legs” out in an intimation fashion, roaring loudly. Godzilla roars loudly, now seeing Amhuluk as a much much greater threat as he’s possessing the energy that Big G needs to become more powerful. On top of that, Godzilla immediately knows that if Amhuluk gets away, he’ll attack Titanus Behemoth again, kill him and take the Amazon rainforest and contaminate it. So Godzilla charges at Amhuluk and the two clash. Due to the energy, Amhuluk no longer fears Godzilla and is now immune to heat, and therefore no longer has to run, but stay and fight. Godzilla scratches Amhukuk across the face four times, kicks Amhuluk twice and tail-slaps Amhuluk three times. Amhuluk wraps his four “legs” around Godzilla and begins punching Big G, breaking off a few of Godzilla’s dorsal plates. Godzilla bites down hard on Amhuluk’s spine and rips a piece off, causing Amhuluk to actually screech in pain. Facing Godzilla, Amhuluk explains that he and Scylla were hired by Skar King to terminate Godzilla… hence why Scylla powered up on radiation and aggressively attacked Rome and why Amhuluk kicked Tiamat out of the ice lair. On top of that, Amhuluk already held a grudge against Godzilla for interfering with his attempted takeover of the Amazon. Then Amhuluk punches Godzilla again, this time, breaking his right arm. Enraged at the pain and Amhuluk’s revelation, Godzilla loudly roars at Amhuluk with his eyes and mouth brightly glowing white-blue. In response, Amhuluk bites down on Godzilla’s head, wrapping his head tentacles/tendrils around the G-Man’s head. At this point, Godzilla has had enough and charges up. Unleashing an electric-nuclear pulse, Godzilla gets Amhuluk off of him and the G-Man immediately unleashes his supercharged atomic breath, complete obliterating Amhuluk. On top of that, Godzilla reduces Amhuluk’s head and spine into nothing, effectively killing the demonic-looking titan. Parts of Amhuluk’s “body” float to the surface and Godzilla surfaces, roaring victoriously, having gotten rid of Amhuluk and preventing him from causing any more and even more trouble, especially for Titanus Behemoth and the Amazon. Godzilla submerges and enters the ice lair to heal his wounds and power up, though he grabs the severed piece of flesh from Tiamat that Amhuluk ripped off.

Having gotten Amhuluk out of the way, I’ll then focus on the villain of the film; Skar King, in the next post, so stay tuned.

[lisacameron99]

The One With Please Don’t Talk About Me When I’m Gone One Part 1

Warnings: betrayal, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, emotional abuse, secret surveillance, implied nonconsensual filming, toxic relationship dynamics, verbal aggression, psychological trauma, emotional breakdown

Lily dropped her volleyball bag onto the floor of The Brew with a thud and slid into the booth across from Noel, still flushed from practice and already annoyed. Noel was halfway through an iced coffee, typing away on his phone, completely unbothered.

“You said you’d wait for me,” she said flatly.

He didn’t look up. “I did. For twenty whole minutes. Then I got bored.”

“You could’ve stopped by the gym. Or answered your phone.”

“I had practice.” He finally met her eyes. “You know, that thing you also had?”

Lily narrowed her eyes. “You’ve been off all day.”

“And you’ve been paranoid all week,” he shot back, leaning across the table with that smug look that made her want to scream. “What’s your point?”

“Don’t flip this on me. I’m not the one keeping secrets.” That wiped the smirk from his face—just for a second.

“What secrets, Lily?” he challenged. “If you’re gonna accuse me, at least say it out loud.”

She didn’t. Just stared, jaw tight, hands in fists on the table. Noel let out a breath that was almost a laugh, grabbed his bag, and stood up.

“I’m going to Sean’s. Maybe you can interrogate someone else for a change.” And then he was gone, breezing out like the fight never happened. The bell above the door jingled behind him. Lily sat frozen. Her cheeks were burning. Her throat was tight.

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A chair scraped nearby. “That was fun to watch,” a voice said lazily. Lily turned, and there he was. Jason DiLaurentis.

Leaning on a nearby chair, holding a coffee, wearing that same unreadable expression he always had—like he knew five more things than you and none of them were good.

She gave him a look. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like a brooding corner of a cemetery?”

Jason shrugged. “Been there. Got bored.” Without asking, he sat down across from her.

“You know he’s lying, right?”

Lily blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Noel.” Jason said casually. “He lies with his whole face. It’s kind of impressive. If you’re into that.”

“You don’t know anything about me. Or him.”

Jason tilted his head slightly, something colder slipping into his voice. “You sure about that?”

She crossed her arms, suddenly uneasy. “Yeah. I am.” He leaned back, eyes narrowing just enough to feel dangerous.

“I know more than you think. I’m observant. Always have been.” The words weren’t loud. But they hit her like a slap.

“You think I don’t recognize it?” he added. “I grew up watching my sister play people like chess pieces. And Noel? He’s not even the king. He’s the pawn who thinks he’s a knight.”

Lily stood up, rage and embarrassment burning through her. “Why do you care?” Jason drained the last of his coffee and stood, slinging his bag over one shoulder like this meant nothing to him.

“I don’t,” he said. “Just figured I’d recognize a doomed thing when I see it.” Beat. “Shitty relationships are what I do best.” And with that, he walked out, leaving Lily stewing in silence, the coffee cooling, and the doubt simmering.

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Ten minutes later, Justin slid into the booth where Jason had been sitting, dropping his backpack onto the seat beside him. He looked around. “What the hell happened in here?”

Lily didn’t answer right away. Just said, “Jason DiLaurentis.”

Justin pulled a face. “Did he hit on you?”

“No.” She exhaled. “Worse. He was… right.” Justin frowned but didn’t push. Instead, Lily reached into her bag and pulled out a small black flash drive. She set it on the table like it was a grenade.

“This was in my locker.” Justin went still.

“I think someone wants me to see something,” Lily said.

“Please tell me it’s not porn.”

“It’s worse.” She leaned in. “It’s the cabin. Me and Noel. But it’s glitchy. Like someone wanted to prove a point without showing everything.”

Justin pulled out his laptop and flipped it open. “Alright,” he said, voice steel now. “Let’s see what secrets we’re dealing with.”

As the screen lit up, the flash drive sat between them, small and cold and heavy with implication. Outside, the sun dipped low behind the buildings of Rosewood. Inside, the secrets started to flicker to life.

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The Montgomery kitchen was dark except for the under-cabinet light and the dull glow of the open fridge. Aria sat on the counter in plaid pajama pants and a threadbare Hollis sweatshirt, eating cookie dough out of the tube with a spoon.

Lily leaned against the opposite counter, her arms crossed, staring at nothing. It was quiet. The kind of quiet that made every thought feel louder. Aria finally said, “I didn’t ask him to lie to me.”

Lily blinked. “Ezra?”

She nodded, spoon halfway to her mouth. “He said he wanted to protect me. Which is apparently code for: ‘I thought you’d be too dumb to handle the truth.’” Lily let out a breath that might’ve been a laugh if it didn’t sound so tired.

Aria glanced over. “You and Noel okay?”

Lily opened her mouth. Closed it. Looked down. “I love him,” she said finally, quietly. “I do.”

“But?”

“But…” She rubbed her hands over her face. “Something’s off. Like—I keep trying to convince myself it’s nothing. That I’m paranoid. But it feels like I’m holding onto this balloon that already floated away, and I’m still gripping the string like that means I’ve got it.”

Aria nodded. “Yeah. That sounds familiar.”

Lily glanced at her. “I hate that it’s familiar.”

They were silent again for a beat. The fridge buzzed softly. “I just—” Lily broke the quiet, voice cracking. “I don’t know what I’m doing. One second I’m with him and I feel like I can breathe. And the next second he’s looking at his phone too long or changing the subject too fast and I feel like I’m drowning.”

“Do you think he’s lying to you?”

“I don’t know.” She swallowed hard. “I think he’s hiding something. And I think I’m too scared to find out what.”

Aria scraped the spoon against the plastic. “We pick the guys with secrets.”

“We are the girls with secrets.”

That got a real laugh out of Aria—small but real. “Touché.”

Lily shifted her weight, arms tightening across her chest. “If I let myself believe something’s wrong, then I have to do something about it. And I don’t know if I’m ready to… not be with him.”

“That’s the worst part,” Aria said softly. “You don’t want to know because you know it’ll break everything.”

Lily nodded. Aria held out the spoon like a peace offering. “Cookie dough?” Lily walked over and took it, sitting beside her on the counter.

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Spencer and Justin huddled over Justin’s laptop, the glow from the screen casting anxious shadows on their faces. They replayed the corrupted video from the flash drive—brief glimpses of something unsettling at Noel’s cabin, angles that were deliberately edited out of focus.

Spencer frowned as the video stuttered and pixelated. “It’s like someone is trying to hide part of it… something they don’t want us to see.”

Justin’s eyes narrowed in concentration. “Yeah, and every time it glitches, it’s like there’s a whisper of something more.” He paused and then added, a note of warning in his tone, “We need to be careful with this.” Before Spencer could ask, the door creaked open. Noel’s silhouette filled the doorway, his posture tense, almost predatory.

“Noel?” Spencer’s voice was low, cautious yet accusing.

Noel’s eyes darted to the laptop screen, and he stepped fully into the room, his face unreadable. “What are you two doing?” he asked, his tone oddly clipped.

Justin quickly minimized the video. “Nothing that concerns you, Noel. Seriously, take care—there’s a lot more at stake here than you might think.” His voice dripped with a mix of warning and frustration as he leaned forward. “You just got yourself out of a hole. Don’t dig yourself another.”

Noel’s face darkened, his jaw tightening as he took a step closer. Spencer, not backing down, interjected firmly, “Noel, if you don’t change your ways, Lily’s gonna keep questioning you. And we both know she’s already on edge.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension. Noel’s eyes flicked between Spencer and Justin. For a moment, it looked as if he might try to justify himself, but then his expression hardened. Without another word, Noel turned on his heel and stormed out of the classroom, the door slamming behind him. His departure left the room charged with a mix of dread and uncertainty.

Justin leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “We’re playing with fire here, Spencer. This video—it could ruin everything.”

Spencer’s gaze remained fixed on the empty doorway. “We’re on the edge of something, Justin. If Noel finds Lily upset about this… if he can’t fix his act, it’s going to tear him apart—and her apart with him.”

Justin rubbed his temples. “We need to think this through. Digging any deeper might bring more secrets to light than we can handle right now.”

Spencer’s fingers tapped against the table, her eyes reflecting the storm of thoughts inside. “I know. But if we don’t, Lily might never know what’s really going on—and then she’ll be the one who suffers.” The laptop’s screen flickered in the dim light, mirroring the uncertainty in the room. Outside the classroom, the hallways of Rosewood High echoed with the distant murmurs of the end-of-day crowd, oblivious to the explosive drama unfolding behind closed doors.

Justin finally broke the silence, his voice a murmur of both resolve and resignation. “We need to be smart about this. Figure out exactly what we’re looking at—and then decide if we should tell Lily.”

Spencer nodded, determination battling with fear in her eyes. “Noel’s not the kind of guy to change overnight. And if he keeps dodging the truth, we’re going to be in a lot deeper trouble than we already are.” As the last bell of the day faded away, the secrets on that flash drive weighed heavy on both their minds. Spencer and Justin knew that every choice now could tip the balance—between keeping Lily safe and letting the truth destroy her completely.

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The room was empty except for the soft hiss of a faucet and the whisper of medical tape being torn. Lily sat on the bench by her locker, her hoodie pulled halfway off, trying to wrap her sore wrist with one hand. The bruising wasn’t bad, but it was enough to make everything ache—practice had been rough. Everything had been rough.

She didn’t hear the door until it creaked open “Lily?” She flinched. Then—of course—it was him.

Noel. He was still in his football gear, hair damp from a rushed shower, eyes darker than usual. Shadowed. Or maybe just full of something he wouldn’t name.

“What do you want?” she asked without looking at him.

“You really asking me that?” He stepped closer, saw the tape, and his jaw clenched. “What happened?”

“Volleyball happened. Life happened. Go away.”

“I just talked to Spencer and Justin,” he said.

She laughed, humorless. “Of course you did.”

“They were going through my stuff. Watching—watching things they shouldn’t be watching.”

Lily stood up, wrapping the last of the tape around her wrist. “You mean watching me? Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Your cabin. Your camera. Your secrets.” He looked like she’d slapped him.

She took a shaky breath. “2+2 doesn’t equal five, Noel.” He was quiet. Too quiet. She pushed, her voice rising. “I wanted to believe you. Every time you smiled at me, every time you kissed me, I tried to rewrite the math. But it doesn’t add up. It never added up.”

He stared at her for a moment, then said, low and sharp, “Then why do you believe it?” Lily blinked. Noel stepped closer, and something ugly cracked in his voice. “Why do you keep coming back if you know I’m lying? Why do you still answer my calls? Why are you still here, Lily?” She looked down, chest heaving. “I could’ve had Ali,” he said suddenly.

Her head snapped up. “I could’ve had Aria.” His voice was twisted now—mean and bitter. “But I chose you.”

“Noel—”

“Because you’re soft,” he snapped. “You break so easy. You let me in and you don’t ask questions until it’s too late. You let me be good. Even when I’m not.”

Tears welled in her eyes, hot and fast. He kept going. “Ali never trusted anyone. Aria thought she was smarter than everyone else. But you? You believed me. And that made it easier. She stepped back like he’d hit her.

“You didn’t choose me,” she whispered. “You used me.” He didn’t deny it. Lily shoved past him, shoulder brushing his as she grabbed her bag with her good hand. “Don’t follow me.”

“Lily—”

“Don’t.” She walked out, the echo of her footsteps loud in the empty locker room. Noel stood in the silence, staring at the bench where she’d been taping her wrist. At the torn strip of gauze left behind. And for the first time, he didn’t know if she was coming back.

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WEEK 15

Buckle up, everyone, because we have a BARN. BURNER. FINALE. Coming our way 🔥🛖 🔥 as we have at least 6 viable contestants battling it out for the top prizes 😱 Who has the clutch gene these last 3 weeks?!

GABBY - 12 POINTS

Oh lord sweet baby jesus christ in a manger cuz the inn was too full 👼 Gabby once again inches closer 📏 to the top spot 😱 it's going to come down to the wire and I cannot wait!!!

RUSTY - 12 POINTS

The three wise men - Rusty, Jack, and Daniels - followed the stars to a 12 point week 💯 and now they're only FIVE points away from third place and some money 💴💴 can they do it?!

JULIETTE - 12 POINTS

A fantastic week is not quite enough to pull JuJu out of the last-place-pit-of-doom-and-despair 😔 She has kept a calm demeanor throughout the whole ordeal of this season 😊 She'll definitely be hungry for success next season, taking Jesus' advice to "Grind Hard, Shine Hard."... Actually, I think that quote is from Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson 🪨

ABBY - 11 POINTS

She's been able to stay in the top THREE, orchestrating her picks from her little town in Bethlehem Stanford 🌆🌆🌆 MONEY ON HER MIND 💰 Though I am pretty sure at this point in the bible, king Herod ordered the killing of all the infants in Bethlehem Stanford, which, frankly, was not very cash money of him. So, Abby, go stuff some babies under your bed and keep on pickin!

VAL - 11 POINTS

Val is still juuuuuuust outside of the money right now in 4th place 😬😬😬 I think it's time for her to get a little more aggressive in these last few weeks, SCHEME a little 🦊 You know what they say, if you ain't cheatin' you ain't tryin'. If you think that a little too far, you might ask, "what would Jesus do" - and I'll say that grabbing a whip and beating up a bunch of merchants is NOT out of the question! DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO VAL

LISA - 10 POINTS

Well she's weathered the storm so far 🌩️🌩️🌩️ and has now been in first place for FIFTEEN WEEKS 🤯 Are we sure we believe she's not cheating??? Women have been KNOWN to lie before: oh yeah, "Virgin" Mary, I'm suuuuure god just put a bun in the oven for you 🤨 I'll bet Joseph was gonna drag the family to Jerry Springer of Nazareth and see what yee olde paternity tests had to say about THAT 😤

JJ - 10 POINTS

We all know that Jesus could walk on water 🌊 but GUESS WHAT? So can JJ... assuming that the water is frozen... and that he has ice skates... ANYWAY the point is that JJ COULD potentially nab a top three spot... assuming some other people mess up... and that I sneak him a few extra points 🥷🥷🥷 ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN

PEYTON - 1O POINTS

Just as Jesus fed 5,000 with two fish, Peyton fed six years of schooling with four years of eligibility ⚾⚾⚾ will he be able to turn three more weeks into a top 3 finish 🤔🤔🤔 the final picks are going to be for ALL the marbles 🍙 (<- there is no marble emoji)

JANIE - 9 POINTS

No one better call out Janie's poor performance this season to her face or I can tell you that she's going to be making meatloaf for Christmas. With EXTRA mushy carrots 😵😵😵

The pick-em pool never disappoints 😎 I don't know about y'all but I'm going to need another chair because I'm on the edge of my SEAT waiting to see who's going to claim victory! 💰🫰💰🫰💰🫰 See you next week!