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arvandus · 6 months ago

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FICS FOR GAZA

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the-superoriginal · 22 days ago

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A taste of the forbidden fruit

Summary: This should have been just a day like any other. But it ended with something you hadn't even dared to hope to actually happen.

Warning(s): dbf!bucky, short!female!reader, age gap (reader is in her early 20 and Bucky in his mid 30s), kissing, guess you can read it as a gender neutral! reader too?

A/N: I finally finished a/this WIP! Wuhu! (Please, imagine me to wipe the non-existenting sweat from my forehead now.) I am not really satisfied with it through, but I guess I can still publish a updated version one day.

PS: I am awful with writing summaries and titles.

English is not my native language!

You leaned back against the beige jeep of your Dad's best friend, the sun slowly setting after a long day and basking the sky in a mix of orange, lila und blue. "I'll bet 5 Dollar that she won't even remember this tomorrow.", you grinned slightly amused as Bucky came back out of your friend's house again. He had just brought her in like the gentleman he was, because Lucy had drunk just a bit too much. And considering your height difference and the fact she weighed a bit more you hadn't been able to bring her in. The man chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit as he rounded his car, pointing at you for a moment while opening the driver's seat door. "Deal."

He may be a gentleman but he could have fun too.

Your grin widened as you seated yourself in the passenger seat again. Bucky following just a second later. His cologne hit you after the doors were closed and he started to drive. It tickled your nose, his scent a pleasing mix of the cologne and him — musky, old books and motor oil.

It wasn't the first time you noticed it and you were sure it wouldn't be the last. He was your father's best friend after all which inevitably meant that he was at least once a week in your parents house and also had physical contact with you occasionally.

"There we are.", Bucky mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you, helping you out with his larger hand wrapped around yours. You chuckled a bit, ignoring the warmth his touch sent through you. "You don't need to do that, you know that, yeah?"

He just smiled, revealing his laugh lines to you again as he closed the door behind you, letting go of your hand in the progress. He was beautiful and you screwed for catching yourself thinking it more and more recently. "I know. But I wanted to do it.", he simply said and you cursed internally for how it made your heart skip.

"You coming in too?", you asked while already making your way to the front door. You hoped he would. Just so you could spend a bit more time with him. Especially now where it were just you two. Without your parents or friends. Bucky chuckled lightly as you opened the door, his words soft. "Of course."

A few hours passed filled with laughter and shared stories. By now the sky was dark to make room for the moon and stars. "And then I spilled my coffee on him.", you ended your story with a chuckle. It wasn't embarrassing to you anymore. There had been enough time passed between the happening of the story and now. Bucky chuckled, his forearms resting on the kitchen isle were you two were seated since a while. "Well, that's one way to do it."

"It's a good way through. 'Cause it worked." He shook his head lightly in disbelief, still grinning while you took a sip from your hot cocoa. The liquid flowing down your throat pleasantly. His blue eyes catched yours as you set the cup on the isle and suddenly something shifted. His eyes held a glint that you hadn't seen before. They seemed lighter, sparkling in a way.

Bucky leaned a bit closer and you weren't sure if he even noticed it himself, his gaze dropping lower for a second and your heart skipped in ancipaction. There was clearly something unspoken lingering in the air, not able to be missed. A desire, longing. Yet there was also the unfiltered reality in the back of your mind, your inner voice arguing to lean back or away. To do anything to break this spell that lay over you two. Bucky was older than you and, the even more important part, he was your father's best friend.

But then his lips brushed yours. A barely there touch, so featherlight that yours eyes falled closed on their own accord, and the voice got quieter. He gave you the chance to pull away and simultaneously tested the waters. You gathered your courage and then you pressed your lips against his.

Bucky breathed quietly out and then he kissed you fully, his hands finding their way on your cheeks, holding your face delicately while your lips melted together in a gentle symphony full of longing and desire. You didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but when he parted your hands had a soft grip on his shirt. God, you have never been kissed like this before.

"We will figure this out.", he whispered quietly after moments were your inner voice had come back. His words were a promise that this wasn't just a fleeting thing. That they would be more. That he wanted more.

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #dbf!bucky barnes #dbf!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dbf!bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader #dbf!bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fluff

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canmargesimpson · 7 months ago

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Idk just a weird story I got in the middle of the night

When Robin told Steve they were going to New York to see an old friend, the last thing on his mind was to end up in an underground queer bar with drag queens and prostitutes. I mean he’s not complaining, but why couldn’t they meet over coffee like friends, or just a regular bar, but no. It had to be a basement of a pizza restaurant where glitter and the sticky feeling was all around them.

“Robin, are you sure this is the place?” he said as she moved through the crowd to a free table, in front of the small yet very illuminated stage “cuz i dont think… these are your type of friends?”

“Hey handsome” a transvestite placed a hand on his shoulder and let her long nail press along making him shiver “Want something to drink?”

Robin smiled, completely pleased with the situation his friend was it

“Give me a rum and coke, and for the gentleman… get him a shirley temple please”

“What?! No!” steve shook his head “ a beer is fine please”

“A rum and coke and shirley temple on their way” she laughs as she walks away

Robin laughs too as she takes her purse and places it on the table. Steve just flips her off and looks around trying to understand where they were. The drinks were eventually served, and thankfully Steve got his beer, but also a phone number.

“Wet Wendy?” Steve reads “Her name is Wet wendy…”

“I have heard worst” robin scruggs, “and come on, have fun, you’re a fresh bisexual, and you're surrounded by everything you might like, no need to stress”

Steve breathes deeply and looks around, and before he can say something a loud music starts. It's a 80s like beat that is quite slow, and the lights started to go down while the stage curtains open

“Steve, it's starting,” Robin says as she hands him a 20 dollar bill.

On the stage there's a chair and a woman with her back to the audience. She has long, vicious hair that is curly and puffy. The person turns around and starts to sing the song.

“We broke up on a tuesday,

kicked me out with the rent paid

Ruined my credit

Stole my cute aesthetic”

And oh boy was Steve hooked. Other than the amazing hair, she was wearing some small yet clear devil horns. On her face was drawn a big white heart on her face, with the rest being red. The face on her though made his jeans tight, but just a bit. I'm talking bright blue eyeshadow, with some jewels and some big lashes that made the eyes pop brighter than ever he thought it was possible. There was a red lip tainted on her lips that were glossy and shiny. And the outfit was the best part of it all. She was wearing black pleather heels with red and black lingerie that fit like a glove. No to add a thigh corset that shaped the body like an hourglass. Steve was drooling.

But when the bridge started steve was pretty sure he was in heaven

It’s hot

When you have a meltdown

In the front of your house

And you’re getting kicked out

It’s hot

When you’re drinking downtown

And you’re getting called out

Cause you’re running your mouth

Oh god

The way she crawled on the floor while lip syncing the moans of the song made Steve's ears burn like a fever. She then layed on the floor on her back, to then arch it and show the red wine bra that had black jewels like nippels. She then got on her feet and got off the stage and walked around. People started to hand her dollars and she just grabbed them, stuffed them on her bra and then painties. Steve had to blink twice to make sure he was awake.

The girl then noticed him. He cracked. He let out a sigh like a moan as she locked eyes with her. Her dark brown almost black eyes looked like those supernovae in Dustin space books. It just got him trapped voluntarily and it made him gulp. She started to strut to him and grabbed him by the jaw to look up at her.

Ruin your life

You losing you mind

You dying your hair

People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you

crashing your car

You breaking your heart

You thinking I care

People say I’m jealous but my kink is karma

She sang those words as she stared at him and smirked while taking a seat on his lap. God he was in trouble now. It took everything in him to stay still and not let his third leg rise up, but sometimes things just happen and it's inevitable. He looked up at her so ashamed and sorry for what he's doing, and for making her uncomfortable. She is trying to do her job and here is Steve with his willy hard. But it was as he looked up in awe at her, as she sang to the audience while dancing on him, that she enjoyed it of sorts. She then looked down at him, smirked and kissed him, hardly leaving a bright red stain on his lips that he would rather die than to take it off.

She climbed off him and walked back to the stage to dance where she made it very clear that not only she loves the attention but also loves the feeling on the stage. She belongs there, with her hair flowing with her moves. The way she portrays the song made it feel like she was singing to him and only him. Steve felt like he was in a world with only him and her. It was crazy.

He didn't even realize she had left until robin was snapping her finger in front of him. He looked at her and blinked again quickly and looked around

“Where did she go?”

“Her set finished 10 minutes ago, have you just been imagining her this entire time you perv?” she laughs, but steve just stares at her

“I need to meet her” he says

“Well you will”

“What!?”

“Yeah! In a few so go to the bathroom and get yourself together men, your friend joined the party, and that not really cute when meeting new people”

Steve stood up and ran to the bathroom that thank the lord was empty at the time. He washed his face and removed the lipstick stain from his lips and tried to calm down whatever was happening with him and his body at the moment. God he's about to meet her! He need to make a great first impression because then he’s fucked. He moved his hair from one side to another till it looked great. He smiled to the mirror and winked hyping himself up.

“Come on harrington, you got this' ' He said before leaving the bathroom.

Robin and him walked toward the back of the so-called bar to where a room with a star on the door hung where the word “dressing room” was written. Robin knocked twice before opening the door to find a bunch of men in makeup and robes running around changing wig and shoes. But on the very end, the dark curly mane stood up clearly. Steve swallowed and inhaled deeply as they walked into the dressing room towards her. She was wearing one of those 50s womens robes with the edge being fur. It was black with red fur and it was transparent enough for Steve to see some tattoos on her back that he didn't seem to see earlier.

“Hey!!” Robin said excitedly and she turned around.

Steve’s smiles didn’t fall… but it definitely twitched.

“Hey robs” Eddie munson said with a cig on his lips.

He looked better than Steve remembered from high school. He looked…. Amazing actually. The way his jaw was sharp and fine, his smirk was wider and flirtier than ever. He looked…. Even better than the stage.

“How are you feeling harrington?” he smirked “didn’t know you were one for underground bars, i thought you were more of a… 3 star michelin kind of guy”

The way he smoothed talked and slithered into Steve’s head made him literally stutter with his words

“I-i-i I mean- You- wha- li-” he then gave up trying to speak and just nodded subtly “yep”

#by: me #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fic #modern steddie

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capricornsims · 1 year ago

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Some headcanons featuring screenshots from my Sims 3 Strangetown game.

PT9 and Jenny met in 1985. Based on the Sims 2 memories, she found him drowning in the pool since he dived head-first into the shallow end. While everyone was running away in fear - she rescued him and fell in love at first sight. PT9 vowed loyalty to his savior and gifted her with knowledge about Sixam.

Jenny and Lyla were roommates until she married Buzz Grunt. She doesn't get Jenny's attraction to PT9 but she was supportive. Meanwhile, Jenny tried her hardest to break up Lyla and Buzz because she deserved so much better!

The Curious Brothers were forced to cut contact with Jenny since she 'betrayed' their father by marrying PT9 ( valid honestly - thinking about it makes my head hurt )

Pascal having Tycho brought the family back together.

5. Glarn was an emotionally absent father who paid no attention to his kids. Pascal was Glarn's favorite which was why he went to private school. He was also responsible for looking after his younger brothers when they moved out.

6. Pascal is " Well achually" incarnate. He loves to talk about theories and science. Aliens and Astro physics are his hyper fixation

7. Vidcund and Lazlo spend their time joking about how Pascal takes himself way too seriously. They were best friends throughout school and Vidcund was the one who helped Lazlo get his degree.

8. Lazlo is a genius, he passed school with no effort because he was just that smart. Glarn didn't see his genius because he was too busy scolding him for being messy.

9. Lazlo takes Vidcund out to hang out with his friends and works overtime trying to set him up on dates so he can get over Circe.

10. The Curious Brothers weren't that close - and often butted heads but since Tycho was born they are closer than ever. ( UNTIL VIDUND SOLD TYCHO)

11. I know Vidcund was mind-controlled, but imagine if he wasn't. He's in serious debt and these blue aliens offered him like a billion dollars if he sold his nephew. The Dudes in Black wanted to run experiments on him idk.

12. Pascal never really recovered after his kid was stolen and was overly protective of Tycho. Tycho grew up anxious because of the overarching threat of being kidnapped again.

13. Olive Specter is not a serial killer (allegedly) - she just has really bad luck, but she kept up the bit so people would leave her alone! She is really superstitious because she's connected to the supernatural. She makes good luck charms and ensures that Ophelia is really cautious and wears all her charms.

14. Ophelia has a serious anxiety disorder - partially because Olive raised her to be scared of everything for her own safety. She makes sure Johnny and Ripp don't go under ladders, cross poles, or step on cracks. She gets really stressed out when Ripp makes dark jokes.

15. Olive was a good mom until she was wrongly accused of being unstable which led to her baby being taken away. She tried to get him back but there were too many roadblocks and Nervous was already given away.

16. She loves the Grim Reaper and longs for the day she can see him again. Her partygoer job entails her going to funeral memorials.

17. Nervous met Annie Howell in foster care and they are really good friends to this day. He missed her because she was adopted by her older brother and left alone in the orphanage. 18. Nervous was a constant runaway and ended up in the Beaker's house as a teenager with the promise that he wouldn't have to go back to a group home. Unfortunate :(

19. I like how most people agree on how rude and not nice Nervous actually is. He's standoffish for good reason and gives Vidcund a lot of snark for being into Circe. He's chill with Lazlo though.

20. Nervous is the fun dad, and lets Tycho do whatever they want. Meanwhile, Pascal is pretty strict about his schooling ( which doesn't matter because Tycho has alien intelligence) and being safe. 21. Tycho grows up to follow in Pascal's astrophysics footsteps, mostly to build a ship and hunt down his Pollinator dad.

#headcannons #strangetown #pt9 smith #jenny smith #pascal curious #nervous subject #tycho curious #johnny smith #ophelia nigmos #olive specter #loki beaker #circe beaker #vidcund curious #lazlo curious #simblr #lyla grunt

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matan4il · 9 months ago

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Daily update post:

I wrote about a recent terrorist attack in which one Israeli young man was murdered and 13 people were injured. The most seriously injured casualty was Adi Zohar, a young pregnant woman (five months along, and with another little baby at home). She and the foetus are doing good, and she's been giving interviews from her hospital bed. In one, she mentioned that the traffic jam they were stuck in, was actually caused by a staged car accident.

I wrote about Yonatan Samerano's murdered body having been kidnapped to Gaza by two Hamas terrorists on Oct 7, one of which was also a UN worker, while they used a UN vehicle for this crime. There's nothing new on that front, but this quote from his mom Ayelet is one I think everyone should hear...

I wish I could record, translate and upload this. I got to hear an interview with an IDF officer who came out of Gaza after fighting there for a while, and he talked about having seen with his own eyes how Hamas terrorists were using Gazan civilians as human shields. He mentioned that there was an area, where they had a curfew during the night, so that if they come across anyone after dark, it would be clear that it's a terrorist. But one soldier came across a 4 years old kid walking there alone at nighttime. Even though it was dark, the soldier was thankfully able to recognize in time that it's a kid. She wouldn't speak, but the soldiers were able to locate a terror tunnel shaft not too far from where they were, and from which the terrorists sent her into this area, to test how vigil about the curfew the IDF is. While I couldn't record this specific interview, reports about Hamas' use of kids, both as human shields and as active members of the terrorist organization, are not new.

In order to improve the supply of humanitarian aid to Gaza, Israel will start allowing aid trucks directly into the northern side, rather than just allowing them into the southern part, and then having it driven from the south to the north by Gaza-based organizations, such as UNRWA. These have been allowing hundreds of trucks' worth of aid to remain lying around idle, leading to this new measure by Israel. So far, over 14,000 aid trucks were allowed in since the start of the war.

A Palestinian terrorist, who was arrested and convicted in 2004 for planning and participating in the Carmel Market terrorist attack, in which 3 people were murdered and over 50 were wounded, wrote a book while in prison, and it's now nominated for the most prestigious literature award in the Arab world, which comes with a prize of 50,000 dollars. The event's site mentions that the author is in jail, but not what he's imprisoned for.

This is 19 years old Oz Daniel.

Based on evidence collected in the past few days, he's now been confirmed as having been murdered on Oct 7, and his body was kidnapped to Gaza. There will be a funeral, which suggests that parts of him can be buried. Let it sink in that it's been 4.5 months since the Hamas massacre, and we're still identifying people who had been murdered on that day.

The news about this was aired along with a confirmation that out of 134 hostages in Gaza, 33 are kidnapped bodies. That means there are 101 living hostages there at most (with possibly at least 20 more also murdered, info awaiting debunking or confirmation). In the image below are the pics of the hostages, alive and confirmed killed, the ones with a light blue frame around their pic, have been in Hamas captivity for years.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #israelunderattack

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deluxewhump · 3 days ago

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Carlo’s Letters: Suzerain (unsent)

(from a collection of letters in Carlo’s handwriting. This one has no addressee or formal greeting, but the intended recipient is easily inferred)

CW: slave/pet whump, at times ambiguous master/pet relationship, Carlo is 20 writing this but referencing a time he was a minor (17), hand feeding, mention of violence and acid burning in the context of a movie, sexually charged looks in public from men, overall a reflective and tame piece)

April

Someone mentioned the tax season deadline and it brought up a memory I have of you, in that funny, mostly unrelated way memories have of coming up. Years ago, I think I was seventeen, we were trying to re-enter the country after a short trip. Something had gone wrong with our tickets. They were flagged, and we had to visit the consulate before flying.

The girl at the counter had hair the color of fake buttercups in a ponytail tied with a navy ribbon. She looked like an old-timey stewardess I’d seen in magazine illustrations. She said you had to pay a new fee to bring back a pet. No, not a new pet, just any pet. A one-time re-entry fee for those traveling internationally with their pets. You checked the time on your watch and asked when this came about. I got a chill from the subdued, civil curiosity you possess that makes people more nervous than a raised voice. The girl winced when she said last week, like she’d been getting pushback on it since then.

I glanced from her face to yours. The set of your mouth is easier to read than your eyes sometimes, especially when you’re talking to strangers. My eyes drifted down the pressed lines of your sleeve, the neat black lines of the coat folded over your arm. She turned her screen toward you, the policy pulled up and ready. I noticed the official US seal on the top, that sharp eyed, pitiless eagle and borders of navy blue. Knowing this was about me made me lightheaded, and I ran my pinky along the scratchy fabric of your coat like I could tether myself to you that way, focusing on the friction of fabric and skin. I took a deep breath slowly, so no one would notice.

You read her screen and hummed in amusement. The girl laughed nervously with you, unsure if you were about to give her a hard time. But you just paid the fee for my re-entry, and we went back to the taxi and rode to the airport. It was four thousand dollars. My stomach churned at the number.

The security checkpoint was busy. I stayed close to you amidst the throngs of people winding through the stanchions. They had dogs out today, and made us walk past them two by two. An agent with a belt full of gear and black boots made eye contact with me. His eyes were a transparent blue. I looked at the dog instead, its tail wagging softly and his head bent low, sniffing for contraband, thrilled to serve its master.

With two hours until our flight we sat in a dimly lit restaurant booth, all dark wood and polished brass rails at the bar that gave the impression we had stepped out of the sterile, white halls of the airport into another decade. The wall behind the bartender was mirrored. I watched us in the reflection as you ordered two waters and a caprese salad. I said I wasn’t hungry, though when the server brought your penne primavera it smelled so good I had a brief pang of regret.

I drank the water you ordered for me, imagining it cooling me from the inside out and bringing back my equilibrium. How many Italian dinners would four thousand dollars buy? Why did you have to pay such a jaw-dropping fee to bring your own property back into your own home country?

You ate at a pace slower than leisurely and ordered dessert, which was unlike you. I realized it was for me when you scooped the first bite of chocolate mousse cake on a fresh fork and put it in front of my mouth. I must’ve looked miserable because you pulled it away.

“What?” you said gently.

“Why was it so much?”

“Why was what so much, angel?” There was no warning in your tone. Only patience.

“To bring me back?”

You sighed through your nose, finished your demitasse of espresso. “That was a King’s ransom, wasn't it? Just a clever way to drum up some extra revenue. They know most of us won't leave our pets at a consulate over four grand. Well. Some will."

"Can you get it back?"

"I need you to stop wringing your hands over a luxury tax, Carlo." You sounded amused now, which was better than annoyed but not a distant land to it, either. "What did you bring to read on the plane?"

"The Idiot?"

"That won't help,” you said.

I didn't know what you meant by that, but I was alright with being in the dark, or the butt of a joke, if gave you a moment of genuine pleasure. "...It just seems unfair," I shrugged.

You lowered your voice. “It’s got nothing to do with you, sweetheart. It’s no matter. I’d have paid whatever I needed to. It’s a mosquito bite.”

I dropped my eyes. You’d gone out of your way to reassure me, and it had made my face warm. Back then, if I could have changed anything about myself, it would have been the way I blush so easily, making every emotion visible and ten times more humiliating. You offered the fork again and I leaned forward to take the bite of rich, sweet cake. It was good. I was hungry. I wanted another bite. But I’d sit there with my mouth watering for another five minutes while you took a phone call rather than reach for something I hadn’t been handed.

My attention slid off to a woman who’d dropped her purse in her rush to her terminal. Her phone skittered all the way to the drinking fountain by the wall like a rock skipped on water. It seemed to me the real world was inside the restaurant, its fresh bread smells and dark polished wood, and the ant-like rush outside in the airport was an illusion, a large TV screen.

You scooped another bite onto the fork and fed it to me with your cellphone to your ear, looking at me absently as you did. “I thought that’s what you said,” you said to whoever was on the other line. “I agree. They need to vet these guys. The new software makes it a step by step process.” You fed me yet another bite. My teeth hurt from the sweetness, but I took it. Chewed, swallowed. “There shouldn’t be any more mistakes like that. They need to be held responsible.”

You weren’t talking to me, or about me, but your matter-of-fact, stern tone made my spine tingle anyway.

I noticed a broad-shouldered black man with a close, well oiled beard watching my master hand feed me. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, had only a carry on briefcase with him. His watch and cufflinks looked expensive. His leather shoes gleamed. He saw me return his gaze and looked away with profound disinterest.

Strange men in public often had that reaction. Either that, or they would smile at me. It was almost always men. Women sometimes looked, but I couldn’t read their intent as easily. The men who grinned and leered always felt like a violation. I knew most would be a hot breath on my neck and the smell of some grotesque cologne, but at least they were displaying interest. I knew they could not actually touch me. Being an object of envy or desire still made me feel safe in those days, even if I knew the desire was destructive.

If strangers with a penchant for youngish boys would look at me with such open interest in an airport, a cafe, a crowded street, then I must possess something that has value to my master, even though he doesn’t use me in that way. Beauty alone must be enough for him, and that must be the essence of his attachment to me. It was my currency and I knew it.

Once (not with you) I saw a movie in which pets often had their faces burned with acid either as a last-ditch kind of punishment or a form of vandalism by their master’s enemies. I had bad dreams about it for months afterward. I don’t think I had ever imagined violence with any kind of permanence or real malice behind it until that moment. Why would I have?

Men like this one, who looked away as if even curiosity about me was beneath them were harder to be sure of than ones who stared. Were they too polite for that? Were they abolitionists who imagined I’d like to be free of this man I was with? Or did they find me, my submission, my mouth on the proffered fork of man who was so clearly my master repulsive? Was it hate or indifference?

I don't receive those looks anymore. I don't look like a pet. I don't sit like one at the side man who looks like no relation to me, and like he'd own a pet. Max thinks I'm oblivious to the way girls look at me sometimes. I probably am. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I still imagine myself though your eyes. I don't cut my hair too short or let it grow too long. I wear things you taught me to like. I don't have to do any of this. Someone else might shave his head, wear things he knows you'd dislike.

Do I still not possess an ounce of rebellion when it comes to you? I'm like that dog at the airport. I don't understand emancipation or retirement. I am waiting for you to tell me to come home, or else give me permission to become someone else.

You're in prison. I imagine you like some incarcerated mob guy in the thirties, with your own dinner menu and LL Bean slippers and guys who respect a gun runner nodding at you in the yard and calling you boss. What's it really like?

If I send this, will you write me back? Would you write to Max instead, telling him to keep a better eye on my mental state because I'm writing to you in prison? That would be worse than no reply, I think. A hand-slap and a reprimand.

The possibility might keep me from sending it.

Not Yours,

Carlo Svenson

#epistolary fiction #slave whump #pet whump #hand feeding #violence mention #character who is a minor

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obxone · 2 years ago

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Kiara groans loudly beside you as you both work on wiping down one of the larger tabletops after the lunch rush. You look up to find her gaze directed across the room. You turn your head to see Rafe Cameron walking towards the pickup counter.

“Well if it isn’t Daddy Issues #1,” you muse, and she cracks a smile at you. “I’ve got this one.”

You approach him while digging out your notepad. “What’s up, Cameron?”

He grins, his gaze dragging from your feet up your legs and torso to your face. “I’m picking up a to-go order.”

“Did you call it in already?”

“Rose did.” He sticks his hands in his pockets after following you the rest of the way to the counter. You slip behind it, glancing as they place a paper bagged order up in the window.

He leans onto the counter, his gaze dragging over you again. Your skin prickles at the feeling of those dark blue eyes raking over you.

He chuckles and you turn away to inspect the ticket for the owner's name. “You look good today.”

You ignore his remark. It would only fuel him if you responded. “It isn’t ready yet. You’ll have to sit pretty and wait.”

He shrugs, “Whatever.”

You turn to him, hand on your hip. “Would you like something to drink while you wait?”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

You laugh, hand to your stomach as you truly laugh before straightening your stance and staring at him. “I’m not being nice to you. I’m being nice to a customer.”

“Ah,” he muses. “A beer?”

“You’re nineteen, Rafe.”

“Fine,” he huffs. “Water.”

You fill a to-go cup with water and ice and pass it to him before returning to help Kie while waiting for the order to come up.

“What was so funny?” She asks, scrunching her nose up as you help her clear off a dirty table. "It's Rafe."

You giggle a little as you resume clearing the large table.“He asked why I was being nice to him. And I said it was because he was a customer, not because it was him.”

She rolls her eyes in clear annoyance. “Of course, he thinks it’s about him.”

“Shocker really,” you mutter and take the dish bin to the kitchen before coming back out with his to-go bag in hand. “Here you go. Fresh like she asked.”

“Thanks.” He stands, pulling out a few bills and dropping them on the countertop.

“She already paid.”

“That’s your tip. I know you need to keep the lights on, Pogue.” He says before taking the bag and cup. You watch him leave, the door closing behind him while your cheeks burn at his comment. You grab the cash he tossed down. Five 20-dollar bills, he has tipped you $100. Your eyebrows scrunch together, and you look up at Kie as she nears.

“Rafe Cameron is a dick,” you mutter, putting the money in your tip pocket.

“What did he do?”

“Pogue commentary as per usual.” You grab a few menus when a small family walks in, tourists fresh off the beach.

— — — —

The one day of the week that The Wreck is closed has arrived. Your off day is being spent running errands and then meeting the pogues at the beach. The last stop is the bookstore, a copy of the newest release by your favorite artist is on hold per your request. You smile, pleased with the hard-bound copy as you exit the bookstore.

It was worth all the teasing from your friends because both they and you know that your nose will be buried in these pages all afternoon instead of surfing. You crack the cover, loving the sound of a brand new book being opened for the first time.

“What are you doing in town?” A familiar voice asks, and you look up to see Rafe getting off his bike. He has shed his helmet and hangs it on the handlebar as he watches you.

You do not respond, instead making your way down the sidewalk away from him. Steering clear of Rafe, especially when you are on your own, is a clear direction that all the pogues try to follow.

“Are you ignoring me now?” He asks, catching up with you and running his hand through his hair, ruffling it after his helmet has pressed it down. You look at him, adjusting the tote bag strap on your shoulder. You look away when he turns to look down at you. Rafe is handsome, he always has been, but he is also a jerk to the pogues, and you are a pogue, so that means he is a jerk to you. “Come on, you could at least say one word,” he groans, his fingers enclosing your wrist and stopping you.

“What do you want?” You ask, looking up at him. You press your book to your chest while staring at him.

He shrugs. “To talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

He frowns, his gaze flitting down to the book you hold, he releases your wrist and reaches for it. “What do you have there?"

“None of your business.” You pull it out of his line of sight and drop it into your tote bag. “Why do you want to talk to me?”

He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Change of pace.”

You laugh before rolling your eyes. “I’m not your entertainment Rafe.” You start walking until you get to your car. You pause and turn to him. He tips his head down, looking at you through his lashes to avoid the glare of the sun bouncing off the hood of your car. “You were rude to me the other day, and I didn’t appreciate it.”

He nods, looking away, his jaw ticking before he turns back to you. “I know.”

“Don’t do it again,” you say before digging your wallet out and giving him back the money. “Keep your money, Cameron. My parents aren’t struggling to keep the lights on despite what you kooks think.”

He takes it, clearing his throat. “You’re a pogue.”

“So what? It doesn’t give you a right to look down your nose at me,” you clarify. “I don’t judge you based on your daddy issues, do I?” He is silent then, his lips turning down in a frown. “Maybe get to know your peers before making assumptions that make you an asshole.” You unlock your car and open your door before meeting his gaze as he stands on the sidewalk watching you. “Maybe try an apology once in a while too.”

He chuckles, tucking the cash into his pocket. "Would that make you feel better?"

"I hate you," you quip back. "Now, I'm going to enjoy a beach day with my friends. Goodbye."

You leave him standing there, one hand still in his pocket and trying to hide that kook smirk that he so often wears.

After arriving at the beach and finding the pogues, you sit sprawled on a beach blanket, your new book open in your lap. The hat your nagging mother made you promise to wear keeps the afternoon sun from beating down on you too harshly and keeps the sun from glaring on the page. You smile, flipping the page while soaking up the first carefree day of the summer.

And it has you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as the hero professes his unyielding love for his heroine. A slow burn always makes you feel like this. With a slow burn, your skin always tingles, your heart races, and your thirst for beautiful romances aches for you to get to the end. You cross your legs, leaning over to read the confession with eagerness.

A shadow falls over your blanket, but the urge to continue wins through as you continue reading the hero's confession.

“Is the book that good?” Rafe’s voice breaks through the images of the scene playing out in your head, and you snap the book closed before looking up at him in surprise. He smiles at you. “There she is.”

“What are you doing here?”

He sits beside you without asking and stretches his legs out, hands in the sand behind him as he leans back on his arms. Arms that were completely exposed in his tank top, muscled and tanned from hours working out and golfing in the sun. His muscles flex, holding him up in his current position. “I called your name halfway up the beach and wondered if you were ignoring me again, but I can see it is the book now.”

“What do you want, Rafe?” You ask, annoyance clear in your tone.

He smirks, dragging the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip. “I told you, to talk.”

“About what?”

He looks out at the water, and you do the same, noting the attention of your fellow pogues on you. You can see JJ is the closer one. Anger is written plainly on his face. The kook prince is too near and looks way too comfortable next to you.

“JJ looks like he wants to punch me,” he says casually.

You turn your face back to Rafe. “I can promise you that he does.”

Rafe chuckles, sitting up straight and pulling his knees up. His arms draped around his knees. He does not even seem phased by the idea of JJ punching him at all. “He can try.”

“He might if you keep sitting here.”

He looks at you then, tipping his head as he mulls over his question. “You got a thing going with Maybank I don’t know about?”

“No.”

He shrugs. “So, you are not dating anyone then?”

“No.”

“Good,” he says while getting to his feet. He looks down at you, dusting the sand off his hands. “I’ll pick you up tonight, at 7 pm, at your house.”

“What?!” You ask, getting to your own feet. Your book thumps down onto the blanket after it falls from your lap.

“Our date. I’ll be a gentleman, I promise.”

“No, I’m not… Have you hit your head in the past 24 hours? Do I need to call someone?” You ask, crossing your arms over your waist.

“No, I have not hit my head.”

You scoff. “Then something is wrong with you for saying we have a date. A kook and a pogue. And for even thinking for one second that I would agree to it.”

He smirks, laughing a little, before sticking his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be at your place to get you, 7 pm. Don't be late.”

And then he turns his back to you and returns the way he came.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to yourself before turning as the pogues emerge from the water, surfboards tucked against their sides.

“What was that?” JJ asks, his hand brushing yours once he is near. You frown, looking at him and then the others.

“I don’t know,” you whisper before turning your gaze to Rafe’s retreating figure. "He asked me on a date."

"A what?" Kiara's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, I guess he more so demanded."

John B scoffs, and Pope laughs.

"You're not going," JJ says immediately, and you turn to him along with everyone else. He shrugs. "He's a kook. The kook."

"I already was not planning on it," you tell him. "But I'm also a person, JJ, and I can make my own decisions."

He nods, licking his lips. "You're right."

"She's coming to my house instead," Kie says, grinning at you. "Girl's night."

"Girl's night," you sass JJ, and he rolls his eyes at you.

Part II

#rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron x reader #obx rafe cameron #outer banks rafe cameron

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blackroseguzzi · 2 years ago

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The Girl Next Door Part 2

*This series will go back and forth between flashbacks, and I promise they all tie together to why the characters don’t talk anymore (but I think I might add in a few present day chapters along the way)

Summery: Another flashback of your relationship with Kai. Angsty conversations over an Adderall deal.

Warning: Language, mentions of drugs

*Flashback*

You slipped on your sweatpants and University sweatshirt, knowing that you had an entire night full of studying left. Caffeine was coursing through your body, but your eyes still felt heavy like sleep would be the only way to comfort you. That’s why your roommate had asked her boyfriend to hook the two of you up with his Adderall dealer. It was your last year of college, and you had to finish strong in all your classes. Of course, you had your fair share of partying and sex but you had never done drugs. A little wiggle room would be okay since you knew the only way you were going to stay up and cram for this test was to take something to keep you awake - Caffeine pills just made you shit your brains out.

“Lets go, he’s just down the street behind the 7/11. Robbie is going to drive us,” Your roommate, Sophie, called out. You checked your appearance in the mirror. You never went anywhere in your sweats, but you figured you didn’t have to dress up to go get drugs.

“Geesh relax, I’m coming.” You both left the dorm and walked quickly towards Robbie’s beat up truck. You snuck in the back, cringing inwardly as the couple exchanged a wet kiss.

“This dude isn’t some freak, right?” You asked as you watched the snow fall outside of the truck. Robbie’s laugh filled the air.

“I mean he’s eccentric but I doubt he’d hurt a fly.”

“That’s what they said about Jeffrey Dahmer!” Sophie smacked her boyfriends arm playfully. They pulled into the 7/11 and Robbie pointed towards the back next to the dumpster and bathrooms.

“Alright, He’s back there. Y/N, just knock on his window and he’ll give you what you need.” Robbie twisted himself in his seat to look at you in the back. You scowled at him, realizing they expected you to go by yourself.

You weren’t scared, obviously but you were annoyed. You gave them a tight lip smile, knowing the momentary alone time was going to be spend touching each other as much as they could.

You hopped out of the truck, the light dust of snow falling down onto your head. You pulled up your hood, and smashed your hands in your pocket where they $100 dollars in 20’s lay rolled up.

You walked towards the back of the 7/11. There was one old black car with tinted windows. Before turning around and running away from this sketchy situation you found yourself knocking on the driver side window. You watched as the man opened the door, stepping out as he dug into his pocket and pulling out the ziplock bag of blue pills.

“Here. $100 for 6 pills.” The guy finally looked up and you felt your heart stop when you noticed his dark eyes and familiar low voice.

“Kai?!” You pulled back your hood, revealing yourself and staring at him like you’d seen a ghost. It had been three years since you’d last seen Kai. You two had an extremely rough ending to your friendship/relationship/friends with benefits or whatever you’d like to call it.

“Oh wow, y/n,” Kai’ voice sounded different. He also looked nothing like the mental picture you always had of him in your brain. His hair was much longer and unkept, his eyes sunken in with dark circles around them and his clothes were much more baggy. What struck you the most was that his cheerful demeanor was replaced with seriousness.

Speechless, you just reached into your pocket and handed him the wad of 20s. You wanted to get this interaction over as soon as possible.

He looked between the pills and your money.

“Nah, I can’t do business with you.” He pushed your hand away, about to get back into his car. You let out a cruel laugh, grabbing his sweatshirt and twirling him back to face you.

“Are you kidding me Kai? After four years you can get rid of the protective savior complex.”

“Why do you need Adderall anyway?” Kai narrowed his eyes at you. He was used to your anger, especially when it came to his protectiveness over you. If you had been any other girl he would have taken that money without a care, but after all those years he still held you on some kind of pedestal, yet he’d never admit it after the way you had hurt him.

“Isn’t your job just to take the money and give the drugs?” Eyebrows raised, you shoved the money back towards him.

“Answer my question.” Kai growled.

“I have a fucking test I need to study for and I’ve had a long week. I don’t think I can really focus unless I get something to help me,” You kept pushing the money at him until he grabbed your wrist.

“You don’t need this, I’m not giving them to you.” He shoved your hand away and the money flew to the ground.

“You’re such a fucking piece of shit, Kai. As shocked as I am to see that you’re a freaking drug dealer now, I’m glad you’ve sunken this low.” Your words hit hard, Kai’s face sunken with regret and pain as he watched you retrieve the wet dollar bills off the cement. The snow was sticking to your dark hair, and as you popped back up he could see tears brimming your eyes. You clearly still harbored the same pain as him.

“Jesus Christ y/n, just go back home. I don’t ever want to see you buying drugs again. I’ll make sure that nobody in this area deals a fucking thing to you either so don’t even try.”

You slowly shook your head, a few tears now slowly falling from your eyes, down your cheek and onto the ground.

“Why after all these years do you still need to make sure you can control me?” You felt all your emotions over the last four years tumbling around in your stomach. Just looking at him made you an anxious mess, and it’s why you tried your hardest not to go home for holidays unless absolutely necessary, staying only a very short time without a thought of visiting the Anderson house.

“ME, control YOU??” Kai let out a scoff and ran his hands through his long greasy hair. You wanted to know how he had gotten to this place in his life, your soul screaming that you were partially responsible.

“Last I knew you made all of your own choices, without me.” You could see the anger in Kai’s words, his face twisted in a way you’d only seen a few times in the many years of knowing him.

“Looks like I made the right choice,” You spit out, eyeing up and down his disheveled drug dealing state.

Kai walked up to you, his face inches from yours, his hands wrapped around the extra fabric in the shoulder of your sweatshirt. You wanted to push him away, but your body was frozen in fear.

“Like I said before..Go the fuck home. I don’t ever want to see you again.” As much as you wanted to break the stare between you two, you couldn’t help but watch his pupils glass over as his final words left his mouth.

Everything in you wanted to retaliate, to breath out more hatred towards the man you once considered your best friend, the one who you’d grown to love, the one who you had clearly broke - but those famous words replaying in your head; “it takes two” had gotten you through a lot of guilt. It wasn’t hard to forget that he too hurt you just as much.

You clenched your jaw as you threw the hood of your sweatshirt over your damp hair and marched yourself back to Robbie’s truck.

“So?” Sophie turned to you, her eyes wide and her lips were tickled pink from the friction of Robbie’s.

“He ran out, said he only had Oxy and I can’t do that shit.” You avoided her glare, knowing it was disappointed.

“What are you talking about, he said he was all good on the phone earlier,” Robbie questioned you further which deepened your anger.

“Fuck, I don’t know Robbie! I didn’t get the Adderall so please just drive me back to the dorms so I can start to study.” You pushed your head back in the seat and Robbie decided not to pry more, just turned up the radio and pulled his truck out of the parking lot.

You were never going to be able to concentrate on studying after that interaction.

#kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x you #kai anderson fanfiction #kai anderson messiah #Kai Anderson cult #cult ahs #Kai Anderson ahs #evan peters fanfic #Evan peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #Kai Anderson images #kai anderson smut #Evan Peter smut #evan peters x y/n

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gaykarstaagforever · 1 month ago

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I make fun of the DC Silver Age a lot, and good on me, because this shit is goofy and bad and hilarious.

That said, the art in general is great. At least, as simplified realism, which

And all the covers are all SPECTACULAR.

They really knew how to sell a bad story back then, even if they had to lie to do it. Plus the colors...omg.

These are the ones I own and shot myself. You can tell because of the ugly couch background and because I am an idiot who has no idea how to get rid of the glossy glare.

I didn't blast the saturation here; a rarity for me, as a man who loves neon everything. They just look like this. The Superman / Flash one came out in 1969. The pages are all brown and crispy, and that's with this comic riding a Mylar bag for probably 30 years at least.

But these colors on the glossy covers...nuts. I have no idea what probably-toxic ink mix they used, but to still be this vibrant and beautiful 55 years later...

That first comic - which I inherited in a long box 20 years ago - cost the equivalent in 1969 of a dollar and 30 cents today. Imagine anything at that price point in 2024 that lasts for 10 years, let alone 55.

And this Superman, with the dark sky-blue, the tomato red, the neon gold - this IS Superman. These are his colors. Stop trying to "contemporize" it or "improve" it. It's like Batman in black and grey. You can try new stuff, but at the end of the day, this is what he goddamn looks like.

And if you doubt that, look at almost 60 year old comics, and change your mind. Because they're here, now, in your hand, and he STILL looks like that. By some certainly-accidental fluke of 60s publishing. He STILL looks like that.

I see these reproduced digitally, and they're usually slightly color-corrected on either the blacks or whites. And they don't look as good as the actual comics. Look at the blacks and whites here. I didn't fiddle with it! It just looks like this!

And you can own one of these today for like...$30? If you avoid the Ebay weirdos who think they're worth $1500 because they paid a scammer to give it a "9.5" based on star signs and entrap it in a plastic box you're never allowed to open.

There are some going for $7. Ebay is an open-air market from a terrible D&D campaign: real value is based entirely on what you can get a rich idiot to pay for something. YES, condition matters. But determining that puts you right back in rich idiot territory. If a dog didn't chew / pee on it and it isn't falling apart or crumpled into a ball, it's good enough. And you can't read a "pristine" comic in a box, so what the hell is the point?

My point is, you too can easily afford a beautiful comic or two from your grandparents' day, that contains a very stupid story (a very stupid homoerotic story, in this particular case).

I did a thing on it. It is funny.

Treat yourself to one of these "funny books", if you don't own any of these. They're beautiful.

Just don't lick them, because that eternally-vibrant ink may have arsenic in it. It was the 60s. These people put carrots and fish in lime JELL-O. And all that amazing racism. They were bold and talented, but clearly can't be trusted.

#superman #dc comics #silver age comics #ebay

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zealfruity · 1 year ago

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Clones as Incorrect Quotes 2/2 Master Post (Domino Squad Lives AU and Fives+332nd Live AU version)

Unholy mixture of random generators, unsolved/ghost files banter, and things my friends have said

Mostly just headcanons following below

A few notes for these: Tup is NB he/they. Hardcase is genderfluid. Vaughn is agender they/them. Nax is a she/her. Jesse has no idea how any of this works, someone help him. Domino Squad Lives AU has the main blue boys interact with the 212th on a more personal level, so some of these involve a mix of the two groups. Every single character is having an existential crisis in the other AU. NO CLONESHIPPING HERE!

(Domino Squad Lives Fix-It AU):

Echo: Do you take constructive criticism?

Cutup: No, only cash or credit.

Waxer: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Echo: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Boil: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Cutup: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Droidbait: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Hevy: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'

Echo: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make

'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC’.

Hevy: *flips the board*

Cutup: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Fives: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Cutup: God?!

Cutup: Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Droidbait: This is a McDonald's drive thru.

Nax: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Wooley: I need life advice.

Cutup, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Fives: *coughs blood*

Droidbait: Don't die, Fives!

Fives: Don't tell me what to do!

Cutup: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I've ever done.

Droidbait: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.

Cutup: They're not.

Droidbait: Haha, very funny.

Cutup: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?

Droidbait: No... what happened?

Cutup: …Why would you fall for this again-

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Cutup*

Cutup: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Droidbait: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

Hevy: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don't set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It's risky and I like it.

Cutup: Hello friends!

His Squad:

Cutup: You might be wondering why I'm stuck to the ceiling

Cutup: You're mean!

Droidbait: You're meaner!

Cutup: Yeah, well, you're ugly too!

Droidbait: You're uglier!

Cutup: You're a dumbass!

Droidbait: You're a dumberass!

Cutup: You think "dumberass" is a good insult!

*Cutup and Hevy are planning to break in somewhere*

Cutup: We need to distract the guards.

Hevy: Right.

Cutup: What are we gonna do?

Hevy: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.

Cutup:

Hevy:

Cutup: Deal.

Nax: Hey, DB! Did you know you’re my BFFLWYLION?

Droidbait: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Nax: Best Friend For Life Whether You Like It Or Not.

Droidbait:

Droidbait: That’s one way to say it, I guess…

Wooley: I am strong! I beat Droidbait at arm wrestling!

Hevy: Anyone can beat Droidbait at arm wrestling!

Droidbait: Hey-

*Cutup sends more than 5 messages in a row*

Hevy: I ain’t reading all that.

Hevy: I’m happy for you tho.

Hevy: Or sorry that happened.

Cutup, to Wooley: You know, Hevy can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Cutup: *blows airhorn at Hevy* GET FUCKED!

Hevy: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Cutup: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Hevy: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Jesse: Actually I did the math, Cutup would have $225, not $0.15.

Cutup: Fam I’m right here....

Wooley: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Tup: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Wooley: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Tup: :(

Jesse: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Echo would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Wooley: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Jesse: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Fives: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice.

Echo: Apply juice to what.

Fives: Directly to the forehead.

Rex: Great chat everyone.

Droidbait, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Echo: Time for plan G.

Wooley: Don’t you mean plan B?

Echo: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Droidbait: What about plan D?

Echo: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Tup: What about plan E?

Echo: I’m hoping not to use it. Cutup dies in plan E.

Boil: I like plan E.

Oddball: Are we really going to let Hevy keep Beam?

Cody: We kept Cutup.

Kix: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops!

Droidbait: *loads shotgun* I got this.

Kix: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

The poor Jedi that got Cutup assigned to them after the war: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this Order.

Cutup: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

*At the police station*

Denal: Hi, I’m here for Domino Squad.

Corrie guard: Who’s Domino Squad?

Denal: Ah, you must be new.

Fox: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!

Jesse: Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!

Hevy: How does that even work?

Droidbait, mocking him: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?!

Hevy: Your face doesn't make sense.

Cody, to Trapper: If you see Cutup, give him this message *makes a neutral face*

Cody: He’ll know what it means.

*later*

Trapper: oh, and Cody said to give you a message.

Trapper: *makes a neutral face*

Cutup: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut?

Fives: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

Longshot: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window.

Cutup: ...We're on the ground floor.

Longshot: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Hevy: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Denal: What do you call disobeying the law?

Domino Squad: A hobby.

Denal: *crosses his arms*

Domino Squad: That we do not engage in.

Droidbait to Tup: First rule of battle, vod’ika... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Hardcase, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Droidbait: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Hevy: Really love that airports have to specify that you're NOT allowed grenades. Like damn there go my traveling plans

Droidbait: Ideally we get down there and Cutup’s just dead. And then we can end the mission, and I can go home. Obviously very sad, thoughts and prayers, but... I don't have to go down there, then. So... *weighs options between his hands* Lose brother, don't have to go in the tunnel. I think it comes out to be a wash, to be honest, so…

Hevy, about possibly getting too beefy for the armor: Regulations won’t look as good as my thighs will so they aren't valid.

Fives+332nd Live AU (possible official titles include Bones In The Ocean AU and Resistance Leaders AU, I’m workshopping it rn)

*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Fives looks around at the wanted posters to see if he’s on any of them.*

Omega: Fives, are you a criminal?

Fives: Not here, I'm not!

Rex: Uuh, watcha got there?

Fives, with a lightsaber: A smoothie.

Fives: Damn, Tech, are you secretly cool?

Tech: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.

Fives: I do not.

Ahsoka, texting CF99: Want to help me murder someone?

Echo: Sure who we hitting?

Ahsoka: someone who looks evil

Some guy: What am I supposed to do?

Bounty Hunter Fives: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in.

Some guy: I’m an atheist.

Fives: Then just get ready to die I guess.

Fives: So, are you two friends?

Omega: Yes.

Crosshair: No.

Fives: Hello Crosshair, made anyone cry today?

Crosshair: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

Fives: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Echo: Schrödinger's boys.

Crosshair: FUCK!

Wrecker: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Tech: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Tech: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Fives: ...

Echo: ...

Crosshair: ...

Wrecker: ...

Tech: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

Fives: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Tech: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Fives: Fuck you.

The self-taught medic with no license in the lower levels: Fives’ a 10 but that's all we know about him.

Kix: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Ahsoka: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Kix: Th-that's not how that works-

Fives, to the BB: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Tech: But how-

Fives, ignoring him: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

Echo: *nods sagely*

All of them: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Fives: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Tech: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Fives: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Tech: Somehow that's worse.

Rex: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Crosshair: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Hunter: Didn't you die?

Fives: That was months ago, dude. Things change.

Omega: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Omega: And I started thinking.

Omega: Like, it was just trying to get food.

Omega: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Hunter: Are you ok?

Jesse 5 months into Resistance work: You know I think my life has value.

Wrecker: Who are you and what have you done with Jesse?!

Fives: I'm so sad woa woa womp womp.

Echo: I am tired of fighting my own demons, give me physical ones.

Fives, months into being on the run: I’d kill to go absolutely ham on a dexter-grade hamburgussy.

Echo: Nothing wrong with a little government overthrowing in the sake of friendship.

Wrecker: Aw you little reg guy.

Dogma: Shut up do not call me that.

Omega: Gentleman ori’vod.

Dogma: Stop I am a STRANGER who is RUDE!

Echo after Fives tells him that he tried to assassinate Palpatine: Yeah I think fighting the Chancellor’s a pretty good way to get labeled a traitor.

#incorrect quotes #silly #tcw #au #tcw aus #clone wars #star wars #tbb #bad batch #tbb au

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v-anrouge · 7 months ago

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Answer some or all, I want to know more about you 👀 that wasn’t the right emoji but oh well I’m using voice to text

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

1- actually yeah but theyre super super super light so u can barely see them

2- coffee, i hate tea. i drink it with milk and sugar

3- more KDA

4- side, shrimping

5- yes:3 rook vil and my childhood plush

6- drawing

7- one, and it has to be thin

8- DONT DO THID TO ME I CANT DECIDE

9- june 19

10- 5'3 💀

11- very dark brown

12- all my mooties

13- abandonment, forests, insects, worm like things, heaven, dogs

14- blue and purple

15- winter 100%

16- yes! maybe of a deer, not realistic tho

17- i want all my piercings back my mom made me take them off so now im only left w my bites and the cheek ones😔

18- my mother

19- my lesbian irl :3 like two years?

20- peace

21- okay-ish

22- like 4 or 5?

23- i don't care for them

24- like 1 hour ago, obey me 💀

25- i don't think there are decades to be celebrated humans are evil in all of them

26- cute things, children movies and cartoons, they make me happy

27- i haven't read in LONG because books in brazil are way more expensive than i can afford

28- okay i think

29- yes😭

30- getting a job that i actually like

31- moving with my irl

32- to my irl's house :3

33- locked shut

34- oleanders!

35- nope

36- HATE IT

37- CATSSS

38- insects, worm like things..i think that's it?

39- yeah💀

40- no, but also yes, i dislike beaches because in there's always those fucking sand dollars , i prefer it sunny because the water is cold

41- GUMBALL!!!

42- I CANT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYONE SAD FOR NOT BEING HERE

43- two older brothers

44- my irl

45- my irl...

46- distract myself and talk to people i like (usually my irl)

47- no i havent 😭

48- my irl <3

49- it's a fight between me and my mom id rather not, sorry

50- I have absolutely no idea what to ask tbh😭 uhmm i guess id like to ask why so many ppl like me

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 caspian

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krowblud · 3 months ago

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This is a thing I wrote a while ago for Paprika Bongo! It was part one of how they met. I’m still working on the rest

(Komi is @blackfairy312 oc)

Every day was fairly the same for Quinn. He worked 5 days a week, 7 hours a day, and took the bus home. It was like that for a whole year. Quinn was homeless for a few months and only got an apartment a year ago after getting a pretty underwhelming job selling electronics and closing every night. After they would close the electronics store, they would walk to the 24 hour gas station to wait inside somewhere warm for the bus that would come every night about an hour after his job would close. They were good friends with most of the night shift employees there, so they would usually let him hang out there. Same thing every night

One night, something changed. Quinn’s hours changed. The electronics store would now close an hour later than usual, so they would have to wait at the gas station a little longer for the final bus of the night.

The time was 10:12 PM. Quinn closed the door to the electronics store, and took out the key to the store. They locked the door, and put their hands into their pockets. Immediately after locking up, they crossed the street and entered the gas station. He waved to the cashier, Debra. She was a blonde lady that would always work alone at night. She looked up from a magazine that she was reading, and smiled.

“You’re an hour late!”

Debra said to Quinn as they grabbed a soda from one of the coolers and went to the front. The owner of the gas station gave the employees shit before for letting non paying customers loiter, so now they’d buy themself a treat each night to make him happy.

“My manager changed my hours. We close an hour later.”

Quinn replied, looking through their bag and pulling out a few dollars to pay for the drink.

“Who is shopping for appliances at 10 o'clock at night?”

Debra commented as she took the money.

“No one. I didn’t have a single customer past 8 PM. It was torture.”

Quinn mumbled, dropping the change into their bag. They were tired, and dreading the long wait just to get home.

“I would offer you a ride home, but I’m shackled here. I don’t exactly have my own car either.”

Quinn shrugged at Debra.

“It's fine, Deb. I appreciate it.”

The two were talking for a good while, before the bell at the front door rang. Quinn blinked, and looked over at the door. They nervously backed up from the front counter, and leaned against the other side that was the furthest from the door upon seeing a tall man in blue coveralls walk in. He had dark brown hair, and tired, shifty brown eyes with bags under them. His face looked like he didn’t shave for 3 or 4 days. He had presumably oil stains on his clothes, and he wore black work gloves, as well as work boots that were muddy, and would drag slightly as he walked. The man walked with a slouch, and overall, he seemed like a mess. Quinn didn’t mean to stare, but they were observing the stranger as he approached Debra. Debra didn’t seem freaked out, and just looked up at the tall man.

“Same pump?”

Debra asked as the man handed her $20. He just nodded, before his eyes glanced over to Quinn for a moment. They blinked, and quickly glanced away, feeling so embarrassed that he noticed them staring at him. Debra accepted the money, and didn’t even look up at him before speaking.

“You’re all set.”

The man nodded again, and just walked right out of the store afterwards. Quinn watched him leave, before looking over to the blonde cashier.

“He’s harmless. He comes here every night at this time to get gas. I think he works at that garage up the road.”

Quinn listened, and nodded in confirmation.

“Oh…He looks tired.”

They commented, resting their chin in their palm on the counter. Debra chuckled, and shrugged, reading her magazine.

“Probably. Physical work like that is exhausting. He’s a nice guy though. Never bothers anyone and just minds his business.”

Quinn got curious as they watched him outside pumping gas.

“What’s his name…?”

He asked. Debra shrugged once more.

“I don’t know, Quinn. I never asked.”

Quinn thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Weird.”

Debra didn’t even respond at this point, and read in silence for the remainder of the visit. Quinn would get on their bus, and totally forgot about the tired man in the red truck. The next few days went pretty much the exact same. Each night that man would come and get gas, and after a while they noticed him staring at them in the corner of his eye while the cashier was ringing him up. It was subtle at first, and he would look away out of embarrassment when caught, but eventually he would just stop caring if he was caught all together.

On a rainy Monday, the stranger came in, looking even more defeated than usual. It was pouring out, and his hair was wet. Quinn felt bad for him, and awkwardly looked up at him. They squeaked out.

“Hello…”

The taller man blinked for a moment, and glanced down at him, looking confused at first. He stared for a good five seconds, before pointing to himself, as if to ask ‘me? You're talking to me?’. Quinn smiled, and nodded. The man stared for a while longer, then nodded, and walked out. Quinn didn't know if this really mattered to him, or if it made him feel better. They just wanted him to know they saw him and did acknowledge him. They would do this every night from that moment on. He was visibly confused at first why this person bothered talking to him, but eventually warmed up. He waved in response to their greetings every night now.

Tonight was a rough night. Quinn had gotten out late because of a customer taking forever, and he was yelled at by his manager and other customers earlier that day. They wandered in, same as each night, and greeted Debra. Tonight they weren't talkative. They were reading the newspaper, and just waiting for the bus to come to get them home. The man walked in, later than usual tonight. He was quiet like always. This time though Quinn didn't greet him. The stranger seemingly couldn't control himself, and stared right at Quinn. He was silent. He just stared. After 20 seconds of him staring right at them, Quinn looked up, and realized they were accidentally being rude. The man's expression didn't change, and he waved at them first. Quinn smiled.

“Hello…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you.”

The man nodded. Quinn looked at the time, and grabbed their bag. The bus would be there soon.

“I'm gonna wait outside, Deb.”

Quinn mumbled, not waiting for her response. They opened the door to the store, and held it open for the man. He looked surprised.

“...Thank you.”

He finally spoke. His voice was rough and quiet. Their cheeks got red, and they nodded.

“Y-You're welcome.”

Quinn squeaked out, before slipping past him. They just waited in silence. The bus stop wasn't all that far from the gas pump that the man was using. Quinn could feel his eyes on their back, but didn’t look. Debra said he was harmless, so they didn’t think he was going to do anything. It was simply unnerving. As they saw the red pickup truck pulling out, the bus was there right on time. Sighing with relief, they got on the bus, and sat in the back, excited to get home. When Quinn got home, they pet his cat Sampson on the head, and picked up their wireless phone as they fed the cat. They had a few voicemails. He listened to them, and sat back in his chair as he watched some crappy aerobics class on television. They groaned, hearing a voicemail from an old coworker, Komi amongst the spam voicemails and threatening voicemails from their ex, Vincent. With a bit of dread, He listened to the proposal she had about going out with him. Obviously, it was just because she wanted someone to go drink with her and probably pick up her tab because she didn’t have a boyfriend and didn’t want creepy men buying her drinks, but the reason given was supposedly Quinn being a depressed hermit.

Quinn dialed her back, and tapped his finger against the chair anxiously until she answered.

“How was work?”

Komi asked. It was a little weird that they immediately knew it was Quinn, but he shrugged, and leaned in the chair as Sampson climbed into their lap.

“Awful. Is there a reason for you wanting to go out to drink, or is it a drink to forget night?”

Komi laughed on the other end, and it was unclear if it was a nervous laugh, or something else.

“Just for fun…We are friends, yes? Friends go out for fun together. You’re always home.”

Quinn rolled his eyes. He flipped through channels, and shrugged again.

“I don’t know, Komi, it’s like…”

He strained to look at the wall clock, and frowned.

“Almost 11.”

Komi wasted no time responding.

“You have tomorrow off, right?”

“Yes.”

They responded dryly, staring at the television with a bored expression. They were just watching some stupid news report about some sicko that killed and abducted a woman at a payphone yesterday as they listened.

“Then come have fun.”

They rolled their eyes, and sat up, turning off the TV. Maybe they should go out. They weren’t really desperate to meet people, but…Maybe it’d be fun.

“Ugh…”

They responded to her, grabbing a random cardigan off their bed, and leaning against the wall.

“Fine…Just don’t get wasted and make it awkward again…”

They responded, grumbling.

“Deal! You know which bar. See you soon!”

Komi said gleefully, and hung up. He grumbled again, and put on their boots, before waiting at the train station by their apartment once again. There wouldn’t be any trains this late, so they were waiting for a taxi to pass. They luckily flagged one down, and told her the location. As they sat in the backseat, they checked their small bag to make sure they had their money, ID, taser, and pepper spray. After confirming as much, they sat back and rode in silence. It was an awkward ride, but at least the driver was quiet and didn’t bother them. Quinn paid the driver, then also paid to get into the bar. After they sat at one of the stools for about ten minutes. Komi finally showed up. Quinn glanced over at her, and pushed a drink her way that they were watching.

“Glad you actually showed up. I was worried I would have to drink this because I paid for it already.”

Komi laughed, taking the drink.

“So nice of you! Thank you!”

Komi chirped, taking a drink. Quinn sighed, holding their chin in their palm as they sipped their own drink. It was a nonalcoholic drink, since they didn’t feel like getting hammered tonight. Depression always came after alcohol.

“Have you found anyone new yet? I know you’re looking.”

Komi asked him. Quinn groaned, and rolled his eyes.

“No. I stopped looking. I’m too worried about work to care about getting a boyfriend or something.”

Komi listened to him speak for a bit, and after he vented for a while…He started to realize his friend was getting plastered, and they were talking to themself basically. They groaned, and slipped the bartender $20, then got up from their seat, shouldering through the bar.

Quinn exited the bar, grumbling. They were walking down the street, hands in their pockets. It was 1 in the morning, and there were no taxis out at this hour.

Quinn’s first thought was that maybe they could call their father, and maybe ask him to come pick them up. They wandered towards an old gas station, a bit ways away from the bar they went to practically against their will.

Walking towards the gas station, they squinted looking into their bag as they searched for some change. The only source of light was the streetlamp that was flickering on and off. It was hard to see, but they pulled out a few quarters, and sighed, looking around. The street was dead. There were woods surrounding the area, and no one trustworthy would be around to get a ride from. After inserting the coins, they tapped their foot impatiently and waited for their father to pick up. It was pointless, after two minutes of waiting for him. Quinn noticed a red pickup truck drive by out of the corner of his eye, and got nervous. After looking around more, they recognized the street as the one where that lady went missing, and most likely was murdered. They REALLY needed to get out of here as soon as possible. After leaving their dad a voicemail, they hung up, and sighed. They had two more quarters, and a call cost 50 cents. There was one more person he could try, so with shaky hands, he dug into his bag, trying to find the other quarter. They were getting very paranoid, as the wind blew harder. It was cold, and the idea that someone could be around here looking for victims made them freak out. They jumped out of their skin at the sound of a car door slam in the distance, and frantically put the quarter into the payphone. Quinn dialed the phone quickly, and groaned hearing the dial tone. Figures a public phone would shit the bed after they used all of their change and it was an emergency. They kicked the payphone, cursing at it as they tried to get their money back to try again. No luck whatsoever, obviously. As if none of this could get any worse, they really felt like they were being watched. Frustrated, they began to walk away from the location quickly, looking around with alarm. Quinn stopped, now reaching into their bag again and rummaging through it. The feeling of being watched was getting stronger now, so they took out the taser they always brought with them, just in case anything were to happen. Unfortunately, as well as fortunate that they did that, they froze, and heard what sounded like strained, heavy breathing behind them. Quinn couldn’t move for a solid 20 seconds, before they felt a hand on their shoulder. He blinked, and slowly turned his head, and immediately saw what looked like a tall person, most likely a man, who looked to be wearing a clown mask. Their eyes widened, immediately going into fight or flight. The clown mask was what alarmed them immediately, and they whipped around, shoving the taser into the man's ribs, turning it on the highest setting to zap him. They didn’t even bother to see how he reacted, since he let go of them, and they heard a muffled groaning sound after their attack. They didn’t look back, and all he could think about was getting back into the town around other people.

After running for a few minutes, a familiar car pulled up, and they breathed heavily, catching their breath. Without hesitation, he got into the car. They sighed with relief, and looked at the floor of the car.

“Thanks, dad…”

They said gratefully. Their father sighed, pulling the car out, and driving down the dark road.

“...Are you alright?”

He asked Quinn. He sounded tired.

“Y-Yeah…sorry for bothering you so late…”

Their dad shrugged, watching the road.

“I’m just glad nothing bad happened. Why did you go out at 1 in the morning with nothing on you anyway?”

Their father asked, raising a brow. They looked at their lap, and frowned, realizing they must have dropped their bag when that man touched them. All of their money and ID was in there…

“I brought my ID..I must have dropped my stuff back there…”

They mumbled, leaning against the window.

“My apartment is on the right…”

They followed up softly. Their dad grunted, and pulled into the apartment complex.

“Alright. Why are you out at 1 in the morning though?”

Quinn groaned, and leaned back in the seat.

“A friend invited me out, and I thought it would be a good idea to go have some fun, but I obviously didn’t have any fun.”

His dad laughed, parking.

“Well…next time just tell your friend no. You’re lucky I listened to my voicemail after I missed your call. Get inside and call me in the morning.”

He said blandly as Quinn nodded. They exited the car, and looked back at him.

“Yeah, um…I’ll call you. Thank you again…”

They mumbled, and walked to the apartment, entering it. When they finally got home, they collapsed into bed after locking everything. Sampson crawled onto his chest, and laid there as they closed their eyes and tried to sleep.

About 12 hours later, they sat up quickly, his hair a mess. They reached over to their cordless phone that was ringing loudly, and answered in a raspy voice.

“Yeah…?”

They mumbled, yawning.

“Where did you go last night?”

It was Komi. They fell back onto the bed, and groaned, looking over at the clock.

“...I left because I couldn’t find you. Some guy almost assaulted me or something too. Thankfully my dad picked me up…”

There was silence, before she spoke up.

“Oh! Well, glad you didn’t die. Have a nice day off!”

They said happily, before hanging up. Quinn rolled their eyes, and called their dad like promised, then listened to a voicemail from their manager. Of course he needed them to come in today. Sure, that meant tomorrow they wouldn’t work, but what the fuck. The whole day was miserable as they dreaded the shift got closer. They entered the appliance store at 5 PM, and tuned out all of the stupid shit their manager was spewing before he finally left. It was uneventful. They were extremely on edge the whole shift. They could not stop worrying about what happened to their ID. Thankfully they left their bus pass home the night before, so they could still ride back and forth to work. Unfortunately they lost all of their money.

The five hours dragged on. A bunch of old people all night. They were so obnoxious, and he was not in the mood. When it was time to leave, they practically flew out of the door and locked it. They ran across the street, and entered the gas station. They looked like shit.

‘You look like shit.”

Debra commented, making them sigh.

“I am aware. I feel like shit. Can you let me slide tonight with the loitering crap..? I lost all of my money last night.”

Quinn asked in defeat. Debra raised her eyebrow, and observed them.

“You know I don’t care if you loiter. What the hell happened?”

Quinn caught Debra up to speed with everything that happened the night before, and she listened intently for about 20 minutes, before nodding.

“You’re lucky he didn’t have a gun or something.”

Debra finally said. The time was flying as the two talked, and a familiar stranger was already pulling in for his nightly ritual. The man with brown hair entered the store, holding his ribs for a few seconds, before Debra started to ring him up without a word.

“Everyone is having a shitty day.”

She commented. Quinn nervously waved to him, not even looking at him. They didn't notice he was staring at them nonstop. It got to be an uncomfortable amount of time he stared, when he finally decided to leave. Quinn decided to just wait for the bus outside, and said goodbye to Debra. They went outside, and leaned against the bus stop. Quinn watched the strangers truck pulling out, before he started to…pull towards them, and he rolled down his window. They nervously watched him do this, and stepped back a little.

For the first time, he spoke coherent sentences.

“Sorry for scaring you…”

He picked something up from the passenger seat, and handed it to them. It was the bag he lost last night…How did he…get this…?

“H-How did…Where…D…Did you….”

They stuttered out as they took it, looking inside. Everything was there…The man looked ashamed, yet had no emotion on his face.

“I thought…I’d say hi last night…I shouldn’t have done it like that…My name’s…Billy…I’ll be careful next time…You just looked really pretty…”

He mumbled, as Quinn stared at him in shock…Gas station guy harassed them last night? Gas station guy has a name? Gas station guy flirted with him?

“...Quinn…”

They whispered. Who knows why they told him their name after that confession.

“Thank you…for returning this…”

He finished. Billy nodded.

“Yeah…Bye…”

He said, before abruptly peeling out and leaving. Quinn blinked, looking at the bag, then the road.

And now they wondered…Why was he still attractive after learning about this?

#krowblud writing #paprika bongo #Debra is an actual puppet combo character btw #not an oc

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doubledyke · 10 months ago

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3, 7, 8, 11, 12, 14, 20, 21, 26, and 30 for Ed please!!

thanks for sending me these asks guys lol it's nice to have something to occupy my gay and stupid time

3. a song that reminds me of him: i realized that i forgot to put DG on my ed playlist and i could kick myself for that.

this song is what i imagine the inside of ed's head sounds like.

and then any primus song.

7. a quote of his that i remember: BRO i'm a fucking child and this one always stands out

also when jimmy is dressed as a bird and falls out of a tree and ed goes "awwww it is twitching.."

8. my favorite outfit of his: ed looks adorable in everything tbh

i always forget that s6 was a thing so i forgot to include his winter outfit on my tier list but it's an easy A. i love his collection of trapper hats lol.

11. what's the first thing i think about when i think of ed: hmm i guess our shared interest in all things grotesque and horror themed. i'm not super into the comics or movies myself, but i think ed would appreciate a good void meme and he'd for sure be a creepy pasta kid. the type of guy to have halloween decorations up all year. and i'm not talkin about kitschy little pumpkins and black cats. he is without hesitation dropping hundreds and more likely thousands of dollars on life size animatronics of regan macneil and the pale man from pan's labyrinth, etc.

12. sexuality hc: i can definitely see ed being aroace, but i also like to pair him with may because it's cute and fun. i don't think gender plays a role in his attraction to anyone. or anything?

14. best story line he had: rock-a-bye ed is kinda dark so i like that one. the day the ed stood still is really fun and funny. and of course little ed blue is a great episode.

20. a weird headcanon: i'm so annoying lol all i do is think and talk about these dorks and when someone asks a question i'm like "uhhhhhhhhhhhh"... idk it's not that weird for ed but i see him being a bit of a conspiracy theorist. like he might end up being a prepper later in life lmfao. ed as a flat earther? ed as a moon landing truther? idk if i'd go that far but it would be funny to see him and edd arguing about those things the same way they did about a chunk of cheese. edd would have to be put on oxygen afterwards.

21. when do i think he was at his happiest: probably in the day the ed stood still... and any time he gets to be around his friends. summer in general is probably the time that he's happiest because he doesn't have to worry about the oppressive institution that is public education.

26. when do i think he was being himself the most: .....the day the ed stood still?? haha. i don't think ed really hides who he is beyond refraining from kidnapping kids and sticking them to his wall with coagulated cereal and saliva most days. that's what makes him great, and different from the other eds. the very first time we meet ed, he's in his basement surrounded by filth, watching movies with a big doofy smile.

that's ed and he's precious.

30. funniest scene he had: it's hard to name an entire/specific scene. i tend to remember little snippets that make me laugh to myself when i think of them. i do get a kick out of the way that in so many scenes edd will be falling to pieces, eddy's getting curb stomped...and you look at ed in the background and without fail he's just standing there like 😀

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Top Five: thrift/secondhand/opshop finds?

Ooh, that's a good one! I have so many cool thrifted things. There's a big Value Village about a 20 minute walk from work, and I try to go there at least a couple times a month. 'Tis one of my few non-essential indulgences, and oh how I wish I had more room to store fabric and put cool decor in! (All the prices I'm saying are in Canadian dollars.)

1. Wool fabric! This is multiple finds, but I'm lumping them all into one. I think they're all 100% wool, and if any are blends it's still mostly wool. The burn tests results were all very wool-like. All of them are from Value Village except the navy blue in the middle, which was from a small hospice thrift store. That one was $4 for 6 metres!!

The bright teal on top is stretch knit, and I think it's merino. I'm thinking I'll make Regency inspired long underwear with it. The plaid is really long and narrow, and I think it's handwoven? The visible edge there is the full width, and there's probably enough for 3 waistcoats.

The beige and fuchsia will probably - wait, is that how you spell fuchsia?? Weird. It looks wrong. I always thought it was fuschia, but spellcheck is underlining it in red. Anyways, the beige and fuchsia will probably end up being overdyed. The one with the little woven diamond pattern is going to be a waistcoat, because the brown wool one I wear everyday right now really doesn't fit me anymore. (I'm going to make a youtube video of that project. Haven't started it yet, but I really need to!)

I have had a couple of deceptive fabrics that I thought might be wool at the store, but turned out to not be. Usually I'm pretty good at telling from touch though. Wool is so expensive to buy new, so finding any amount of yardage secondhand is pretty exciting.

2. This wonderful candelabra. It's solid brass and was $4. It's a modern reproduction, but very similar to some mid 18th century styles, and I love it. I've found some other nice candleholders there, but this is by far my favourite. Look at that elegantly curving S shape!

This picture is from before I cleaned it with some Twinkle copper & brass cleaner, and it's shinier now and has two beeswax candles in it.

(The next time I had alcohol after this I got really excited about my shiny candelabra, and went on the hardware store website and left a very positive review for the brass cleaner, because it honestly impressed me.)

3. Full length vintage mink coat for less than 20 bucks. It was marked as 21, but I had a coupon, so it came to $19.50. I think the reason it was cheaper than usual is because of the huge faded patch on the side.

It looks like there's sunlight hitting it, but there isn't, it's nighttime, that's just fading. I think it must have hung next to a window for quite a while. Other than that it's in pretty good condition, save for a tiny bit of stitching coming undone in the lining. I mean to eventually use it as the lining for a mid 18th century fur lined coat! The very dark brown one on the closet door behind me is a similar coat from the same thrift store, and it was $35, which is still an absolute steal for so much lovely fur. It's got a bit of moth damage at the hem, but is otherwise good.

4. Someone's really good button stash.

This was spread out over 4 bags, but definitely all came from the same old person. There was such a high percentage of Good Stuff in there, I was astounded!

Usually you look at the bags of buttons and maybe see a few mother of pearl and some nice metal ones, and have to decide if it's worth buying the whole bag just to fish out the good ones (and re-donate the rest because I already have more than enough plastic buttons that I rarely use). But for these ones the good stuff was half the bag!!

Dozens of Victorian glass ones, including a matched set of 15, and even more mother of pearl! And see the little ones in the lower right corner? They're from button boots!

Absolutely incredible day, I love to hoard beautiful buttons like a dragon!

5. Silver plated sugar bowl from 1880.

This was $6, and I almost left it there, but ended up getting it because the handles looked cool. "They look rather Art Nouveau" I thought, "perhaps it's from the 1900's". But nope! (I do not know things about historical dish styles) When I got home and looked at it properly I realized it has a personalized inscription:

"Le to Min Oct. 25th 1880"

Who were these people?? I wish I knew, but alas, sugar bowls can't talk. There are numbers scratched into the bottom and the inside of the lid, so I think it was pawned at some point.

The above picture is from when I was polishing it, and it turns out a fair amount of the plating has worn off, which is why the bits around the designs are so dark. Someday it would be nice to look into getting it re-plated, but I can't be spending money on that sort of thing right now.

I've gotten quite a few silver plated dishes from there (which I use to keep sewing stuff organized on my table) but this is almost certainly the oldest one.

It's hard to narrow it down, there are so many! My shiny blue carnival glass candy dish (which I use for candy) and the smaller one (which I keep my cufflinks in). My beautiful blue ship plate. (I actually have a pretty big stack of plates now. I always look at the collectibles, but most of them are unappealing, I just go for the monochrome transferware, which doesn't turn up super often.) That nice big piece of ikat that I fixed the fringe on and now have as a table cloth on my nightstand. The little brass medallion with Charles Goodyear embossed on it. The late Victorian fashion plate of two ladies, who had unfortunately been cut out and glued to velvet, which I sent to @marzipanandminutiae. The leather scraps, the fur collar, the multiple wool felt hats I want to re-block, the huge cone of olive green thread that turned out to be 100% silk...

I also usually grab embroidery floss when I see it, because the price of new skeins has gone up a ridiculous amount, and you can get a nice collection of it for a tiny fraction of the cost (as long as you use it for stuff where you won't need to match more of a specific colour). It's great to share with friends who do embroidery too! I gave a huge bag to @leegoguen when I went to visit them last weekend.

I don't always find interesting things there, but the chances of finding something good increase the more often you go! For every nice bit of wool there's like 100 pieces of scratchy garbage, but the nice wool does come along eventually if you fondle enough fabric.

#ask meme #ask #thrifting #me #clothing #fabric #buttons #dishes #candles #decor

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The Miracle Mind of Serene: the Tale of a Girl and a Ghost (Chapter 3)

Previous Chapter

Index

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26/01/2018

The Delicious Den.

A restaurant that had been founded by a small family 50 years ago, and which had been going strong ever since. It has seen its glory days come and go, but the restaurant is still going strong, with even some high class elites choosing it as their restaurant of choice.

But Terra didn’t care about any of that. He just worked here because his mother, the restaurant owner, demanded him to. Not like he had much of a choice, given he didn’t have the money to move out, nor will he on this income.

So here he was today, handing in the last lunch receipt before his scheduled break, the swan lady at the table looking at it with fury. “Forty five dollars?! For this?!”

“Yeah we’re not a charity,” Terra, the small little bunny with eyes devoid of any life in them, answered back without missing a beat. “Forty five bucks.”

“This meal isn’t worth anywhere near that, I’m paying thirty and not a cent more!”

“Miss, that’s theft.”

“You dare accuse me of stealing?! How could you-”

“Duh,” Terra flat out interrupted her while rolling his eyes. This tight waiter’s outfit was a bigger issue than she was, at this rate. “You already ate, so you pay up.”

“I’d like to speak to your manager.”

A small smile creeped onto Terra’s face. Not only could he end this silly argument early, but he also knew this woman was not ready for the hell on Earth she was about to conjure. “Sure.”

---

Terra was seated at the table upstairs, though by now the screaming had ceased to be cathartic, and was just annoying background noise. Why did he think it was a good idea? He couldn’t even focus on the news he was reading - albeit hearing that another rich person - this Cirillo lady - wasn’t charged with the crimes she clearly committed wasn’t particularly compelling to him.

Finally the screaming had subsided, and he watched the lady practically bolt out of the manager’s office, a bitter looking older bunny glaring at the lady in the process. “AND DON’T COME BACK, YOU THIEF!”

The bunny, Amanda, then let out a sigh as she pulled out a hand mirror and checked her reflection, bits of hair adjusted so as to not look like she was just screaming for 20 minutes.

She then turned to Terra, scowling. “What did you do?”

What? Terra let out a huff as he hopped to his feet. “What do you mean? She was the one who didn’t want to pay.”

“Don’t you get like that with me, son,” she snapped back, glaring Terra in the eyes. “Every time it’s something you do.”

Well maybe he didn’t want to get stuck in this crappy, dead-end job. But there’s no point wasting breath on what has already been said. “I didn’t do anything. This time.”

She continued glaring, her expression unchanging. “You’re on in 10.”

“What?!” Terra grumbled, glaring at her in the eyes. “Breaks last for an hour-”

“Your break lasts half an hour, we’re understaffed as-is! Understood?”

Terra continued glaring at her in the eyes. She could probably end the understaffing issue whenever she wanted, for all he knew. But they both knew how this would go. “Loud and clear, mother.”

Amanda knew that tone, and so she continued to stare at him. Little ungrateful shit having an attitude with her. But she didn’t want another argument if she could help it, not while her throat was sore. “No excuses for being late.” She then walked back to her office and slammed the door shut.

Terra let out a heavy sigh, guzzling down the rest of his coffee. Back to work…

---

Serene was standing in front of a mirror, looking at her reflection - no, more like staring at it.

This sparkling, dark blue dress was an absolutely gorgeous dress, and it certainly paired well with the black high heels and matching socks she had on - and that’s not to mention the silver domino mask with a moon motif that adorned her face. She certainly looked pretty.

But did it really suit her?

“Mortis, what do you think?”

“Just choose.” He was no help even at the beginning, but especially not now - Serene only needed to hear his voice through the phone’s audio to know that he was absolutely bored out of his mind. “Something. Anything. Just pick, we need to go.”

She’d glare at her phone, before looking back to her reflection. “You don’t understand how tough it is to hide my identity while still looking good.”

“No, I just don’t care for any of this formality. You won’t even need to do anything besides show up and keep an eye out.”

“Exactly! I’ve never gone to a fancy restaurant on my own.”

“You don’t need anything but a mask!”

“I know, but-...” Serene paused, failing to find the next words. But what? This was clearly important to her. But the moment she’d stop to explain why, it failed to reach her mind. She looked back to the reflection, letting out a sigh. She was just going out to a restaurant, disguised as some rich stranger.

What was she missing…?

“Come ooooon!”

“Alright, alright!” Serene snapped out, psychically bringing her phone, purse, and hairbrush to herself. She brushed her hair to get the nerves out before setting it back down, psychic powers taking it back to where it rests. “I’m done.”

“Thank fuck, finally.”

Serene let out a sigh, making her way to the front door. “Remind me to never invite you to dinner.”

“I can’t even eat without a body, and I doubt you want me borrowing yours.”

Serene’s phone then hovered up next to her ear, so that she could pretend she was talking to someone.

Already, Mortis reminded her. “Remember, normal girls don’t have psychic powers.”

“I know, I know,” Serene huffed, putting her hand on her phone. She then reached out to grab and open the front door. It wasn’t difficult by any means, but it felt so… strange, doing it manually. And it was going to feel stranger, with one hand occupied to keep chatting with Mortis, leaving just one to handle everything else.

It was more distracting than she ever imagined it would be, having to hold off on using this gift she’s had all her life. By the time she had gotten onto the bus it really made her feel like she WAS another person, not just pretending to be one.

It felt like she was missing something.

“Remember, you just go in and keep a lookout for Richard. I’ll check where the customers aren’t allowed to go.”

“I know,” Serene said with a nod. “If he shows up, I’ll be sure to greet him for you.”

“No? I’ll be right there? Just keep him from leaving.”

Serene let out a sigh. “No, you won’t be at the restaurant in time, that’s why I’ll let you know. Via the phone.”

“Serene, I-” There was a brief silence. “Ah.”

Serene let out a small giggle in response, despite Mortis’s protests. “I’ll let you know, okay?”

Mortis let out a digitised huff. “I’ll find something to do while we wait.”

“Alright, just… Don’t look at anything I don’t want to see later. Okay, bye, have a good time!” Serene sighed, tucking the phone away into her purse. It felt a bit clumsy, and definitely slower than just using her gift. Is this really what everyone else had to do? No wonder people sometimes get annoyed.

Or maybe it just felt wrong to her…

---

Furiously scrubbing away at the dishes, Terra’s still absolutely fuming at his break being cut off short.

“Okay, what did you do this time?”

Terra glared at one of the only other people in the room, a bunny that was slightly taller than he was, gloves, apron, and hairnet designating her as the cook. “Nothing. She’s a psycho.”

“You both are,” the other bunny answered, dumping soup ingredients into the pot with water before flicking the stove right on. “Whatever she did, you did something too.”

“Shut up, Aura.” Terra rolled his eyes and turned away, scrubbing harder.

“What? A sister should never lie to her big brother.” Aura would stick out her tongue at him right after, even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “So what did you do?”

“I told you, nothing!” Terra’s voice got heated at that, shoving the now thoroughly scrubbed dish onto the rack, making the rest of the kitchen quiet down. He noticed the sudden silence, but he didn’t care.

Aura, however, did, so she rolled her eyes and continued cooking. “Fine, I’ll believe you… for now.”

Terra huffed, scrubbing the dishes once more. That just meant she didn’t believe him.

It was then that a large, bulky armadillo busted into the kitchen, dumping a large sack of food on the table for the other employees to get to. “Terra, Aura, there you two are!”

“Hey dad.”

Neither sibling was particularly enthusiastic about his presence, instead continuing with their jobs.

Their father, Damion, let out a sigh, shaking his head. “What was it about?”

“What?” Terra immediately piqued up.

“You fought with Amanda, I can tell. What was it about?”

“I don’t fucking know!” Terra called out, shoving another dish onto the rack. “I just sent some idiot that refused to pay to her and then she’s acting like that’s somehow my fault! Then she cut my break in half on top of that.”

Damion would nod, letting out a hum as he put a hand to his chin. “Just like that, huh? I’ll go talk with her. Do you want to go back to waiter duties?”

“Oh, yeah suuure,” Terra called out as he rolled his eyes. “I just love to talk with stupid idiots that think the world revolves around them.”

“Great!” Damion called out, seemingly oblivious to his sarcasm. “Go get out there, and I’ll finish these dishes.”

“No, I-”

“I insist.”

… Terra could do nothing but roll his eyes again, drying his hands off before marching off. The only reason he didn’t argue further is because his dad won’t budge when he thinks he’s helping, no matter how well you explain it to him.

Should’ve kept his mouth shut.

---

Finally, they were here. The Delicious Den. Serene was going to help this ghost find peace, and then… they’ll find out what happens to him after. He was certainly lucky to find her for this, wasn’t he?

Serene made sure her mask was on properly before making her way in. Awkwardly opening the door (with her hand…) and taking a deep breath. Nobody recognised her, nobody recognised her, nobody recognised her, nobody recognised her…

…

Terra immediately recognised her. Great, another celebrity who thinks they can waltz in with a mask and expect everyone to be none the wiser. He couldn’t think much more than that as he suddenly felt something tiny grabbing his back. “Hey!” He flicked his arm against whatever it was, getting the grip off of himself.

He then turned to the offender, seeing a child fascinated with his fluff. “Bunny!”

“Back off!” he’d snap, a small instinctual hop to get away from the grabby hands.

“Bunny!” The child cried out again, arms outstretched as tears started to form in their eyes.

The child’s father turned to Terra upon his child starting to cry, glaring. “Hey, apologise to my son right now!”

“Well teach him to keep his little grubby hands off!” Terra turned away.

The father then stood up, clearly ticked off. It was clear just how much taller this man was compared to Terra, and yet the bunny looked more annoyed than anything resembling fear. “Don’t you dare talk about my son that way.”

Terra maintained direct eye contact, glaring at him. “I’m not a petting zoo for every toddler that walks in!”

“Well he absolutely loves bunnies!”

“Excuse me.”

Both Terra and the man looked over to the girl Terra had recognised. Though the man seems to have not put it together.

Serene took a small breath in now that eyes were on her, why did she just jump in? “I’m sorry, but this is a public restaurant, if your kid really can’t control himself then you should make sure he doesn’t get into trouble.”

“But-”

“I know, the bunny was rude.”

“Just saying it like it is,” Terra huffed, glaring at Serene.

Serene took another breath in, nodding. “But you wouldn’t like being grabbed out of the blue either, would you?”

The man let out a sigh, slowly shaking his head. “... Right, I’ll keep my son in line.”

“Bunny!”

“Listen, if you really want a bunny, we’ll visit a pet store tomorrow…”

As the situation seemingly resolved itself, Serene made her way over to the front counter, pulling out her phone and tapping on it, before putting it on her ear. “Okay, we’re good to go…” She then saw Mortis leave the phone and immediately fly off to the employee section.

Terra, meanwhile, let out a sigh of relief, silently yet quickly backing away from the kid. “I don’t like other people butting in,” Terra began.

“Oh!” Serene put a hand to her face. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…!”

Terra let out a sigh. “Buuut you probably saved my job, so uh…” He paused for a bit. “... Thank you… Serene.”

Serene stammered, awkwardly pointing to the mask. “What- no, I’m not Serene, just-”

Terra looked at her with the most deadpan expression. “You’re a celebrity. You really think people will forget who you are just ‘cause you got a mask on?”

Serene went silent in response, awkwardly fiddling with said mask.

“... I’ll keep quiet, just make an order and I’ll put it on.”

Serene nodded. “Yes! I would like… boeuf bourguignon, and some water, please.”

“Is that all, ma’am?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Terra nodded, backing up slightly. “If you could wait at table #3.”

Serene nodded, taking a seat at the table as she waited, pulling out her phone in the meanwhile.

---

Mortis had slipped into the backrooms, unseen and unnoticed by the employees, and he intended to keep it that way. Phasing through walls, appliances, and even people, possessing none of them as he surveyed the area.

From the looks of things the first floor was mainly about the restaurant itself, with the front area for customers to eat at, a kitchen for the food to be cooked and dishes cleaned, a storage for all of the food, and the bathrooms - if absolutely necessary, he noted that location as a possible spot to possess someone. The real area of interest, past the break room, was the office - complete with a computer and all sorts of documents organised into neat piles.

So of course Mortis started his search here.

The computer was a bust unless he could get someone to search through it for him, and the stack of papers would take far too long to sort through, not to mention that his presence was absolutely going to be noticed early if he tried that. But he could at least look at the piles, see if any of them potentially involved customers.

…

Nothing besides a moderately sized list of banned customers on the wall, which obviously didn’t feature Richard in any of them. So he needed to possess someone. Pretty simple, he just needed the prime opportunity.

---

Terra approached table #3 with Serene’s boeuf bourguignon, placing the bowl down in front of her, before swiftly yet carefully placing the glass full of fresh, clear water. “Dinner is served.”

Serene smiled, tucking out some cash. “Thank you so much, mister…?”

“Terra,” he would answer back, accepting the tip without hesitation, counting it out quickly.

… $200?!

What the hell, that’s the most generous tip he’s ever got! She hasn’t even started eating it yet. He would immediately pocket that tip away, grinning wide at the nice score.

Serene smiled. “Terra’s a cute name.”

“Yeah I didn’t choose it,” he answered back, his grin slowly fading away.

Serene let out a small giggle in response, holding a hand near her mouth.

Terra’s grin returned at her giggle.“Yeah, you can thank my ma for that, and not much else.”

“Hm? Why’s that?” Serene asked softly, tilting her head.

“Ehhhh,” Terra backed up slightly, brushing off the question without a single word. “I should be going back to work.”

“Oh, okay,” Serene said. “If you get a moment, you’re always free to chat with me!” She paused slightly, before quickly adding “I mean- if you want to, of course.”

Terra looked back to the front desk. Nobody was in line yet. Everybody was busy eating, so he didn’t need to bring out any checks yet. Then he looked back to Serene. “... I guess I do have a moment right now.”

Serene smiled in response, offering up a chair for him to sit on. “So what do you like to do for fun?”

Terra let out a hum, smirking. He didn’t take the chair, instead continuing to stand. “I usually like swinging by the park, doing a bit of exercise and just taking in nature. Though I’d really love to go on vacation to somewhere I’ve never been before…”

“Oh? Like where?”

Terra’s eyes lit up, something resembling a genuine smile finally appearing on his lips. “Beautiful looking beaches and sweet volcanoes, that giant rock that looks different as the sun hits in different angles, hell even the snowy hilltops are cool I guess. That’s not even mentioning the new people to meet and cultures to soak in!”

Serene listened intently as Terra would explain all of the places he wanted to visit, nodding her head slowly. “That’s pretty interesting! Where have you been so far?”

“... Nowhere, but I’ve been saving up,” Terra admitted, ears flopping back. “Hoping I can get going by uh… Was it 9 years or 10…?” He would shake his head, puffing up. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll get out there someday!”

Serene let out a small giggle, smiling wide.

“Hey!”

“No no,” Serene quickly defended herself, smiling wide. “It’s cute is all, I hope you get to go out soon.”

Terra let out a small sigh, letting his annoyance flow away. “Well what about you?”

“Hm?” Serene blinked, tilting her head.

“Your hobbies, I mean.”

“Oh!’ Serene hesitated to answer, clearing her throat at first. “Well I… uh… I like dressing up pretty?” Her questioning tone made her even more unsure. “I guess I like puzzles too…”

Terra raised an eyebrow. “... You don’t know your own hobbies?” He would quickly shake it off. “Sorry, it’s not my place to judge.”

“Well, I never had any friends to discover hobbies with,” Serene admitted.

“You don’t need friends to- wait, you’ve never had friends?”

Serene shook her head.

“... How?” It probably wasn’t his place to ask either, but he just needed to know.

Serene let out a small sigh, clenching her glass. “Well… Everyone knew about my gift growing up. They were afraid of…”

“... You blowing up their minds in a fit of spite?” Terra finished the thought for her, to which Serene nodded. “... Have you?”

“What? No! Of course not!” Serene’s voice got loud as the catgirl was now defensive, her eyes gaining a very faint white shimmer.

“Then they were a bunch of assholes,” Terra snapped back, seeing the faint white shine fading away. “I mean how long was-”

“Hey is everything alri-” Aura would approach after the yelling, stopping to look at Serene. “... Is that the psychic?”

Serene gulped a little to think of how to answer. “Well-”

“This is my friend Selena,” Terra answered super casually. “She’s always getting mistaken for Serene, she’s absolutely sick of it.”

“Uh… Yes! That’s right,” Serene answered. What would “Selena” say…? “I’m thinking of getting my name changed, even.” … Maybe it wasn’t something that was missing that was making her feel so off…

Aura raised an eyebrow suspiciously, turning to Terra. “And how come I never met this suspiciously similar stranger?”

“You got no room to argue, you didn’t even know about Tim until I broke up with him!” Terra snapped back, to which Aura immediately went red in embarrassment.

“Y-you were barely with him!” Aura called out.

“Only if you think a whole fucking year is “barely”, is it?” Terra answered back with a smug grin.

Aura let out a frustrated huff, marching off.

Terra then turned back to Serene, with a smug smirk on his face. “That’s my sis, Aura.”

Serene was silent at first, looking back to Terra for a moment. “... Thank you, you didn’t have to do that…”

“Pssh,” Terra huffed dismissively, waving a hand away. “I love messing with her when I get the chance.”

Serene looked at him strangely, hesitating to speak. “I… see.”

Terra let out a small chuckle. “It’s fun, trust me. In fact…”

---

Amanda was busy with paperwork as Damion made his way in. Looking up to him, Amanda immediately let out a sigh, smiling softly as she let her exhaustion show. “My Darling Damion, it’s so good to see your face.”

“My Astonishing Amanda,” Damion would answer back, continuing the alliteration as he closed the office door behind himself. “It’s so good to be back with my family.” He moved the spare chair over to the back so that he could sit with his wife, kissing her on the cheek with a big hug.

She leaned back against his chest, smiling. “Oh they’re not grateful at all,” she sighed, resting her hand atop his. “Aura barely talks to me, and Terra keeps getting into trouble on purpose. It’s exhausting with those two.”

Damion let out a small hum, his breathing slow to let her relax. “They’re not kids anymore. Hell they’re not even teens. You didn’t think you were going to be in charge forever, did you?”

She let out a sigh, leaning back to look him in the face. “No, but they’re going to inherit the restaurant once we retire, they need to be prepared for that.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t give them a break, does it? Like earlier today, you got in some fight with Terra-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Amanda sighed as she turned away.

Damion nodded. “I know. All I wanted to ask is if you even know what Terra did.”

Amanda let out a huff, her exhaustion seemingly vanishing in an instant. “He got a customer mad enough that she refused to pay.”

“And how did he do that?”

“He-!” She paused, trying to think of what exactly happened. Then she slumped back down, a long sigh coming out. “I don’t know… But it must have been something.”

Damion let out a soft, reassuring sigh. “Maybe, but you remember your younger days when you had customers that you just wanted to grind into a soft dough, right?”

“... Yeah…”

Damion then leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Some customers are still like that today. Just now Terra has to deal with them instead of you.”

She sighed, nodding slowly. “Alright, alright! I’ll give him a day off tomorrow.”

“And that’s why you’re my Astonishing Amanda,” Damion said with a smile, kissing her once again.

Then there was knocking on the office door. Immediately Damion stood up, placing the chair back where it was. At the same time, Amanda’s exhaustion vanished instantly as she sat formal and proper once more. “Come in.”

It was Aura, but immediately they could both tell she was walking strange, something behind her back as she closed the door behind herself.

But Aura’s their daughter, being strange probably meant she was having an off day.

Amanda stood up with a warm smile. “Aura, what is it you-”

She didn’t get to finish as Aura suddenly grabbed her, keeping her in a grip around the throat. She then revealed the chef’s knife that was hidden behind her as she held it close to Amanda’s throat. “Make any sudden noises and she dies.”

Both Amanda and Damion were in utter shock at what their daughter was doing, but they kept quiet for Amanda’s life.

“What do you want?” Damion asked in a clearly hostile tone of voice. Even if it was his daughter, nobody dares threatens his wife!

“Tell me where Richard is.”

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