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alpaca-clouds · 10 months ago

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Fixing Karlach's Companion Quest

Let me ramble a little bit, after this post venting about the 3rd Act and especially how underused Karlach is was shared quite a lot. Because believe me people, I have thoughts in regards to how one could do her companion quest.

As I said: Out of the origin companions Karlach by far has the most lackluster companion quest. In fact her companion quest has less content than the quests for Halsin and Jaheira. Because basically Karlach's companion quest has only those steps:

Find the "Paladins of Tyr" and defeat them

Go find Infernal Iron for Dammon in the grove.

Give another Infernal Iron to Dammon at the Last Light in.

Defeat Gortash (which you have to do either way, no matter whether Karlach is on your team).

Which is not a whole lot.

The only decision Karlach will have in her entire questline is always "Does she want to die or rather go back to Avernus with Wyll?" And both are most certainly bad endings for her. And while Baldur's Gate (the city) is filled with those Steel Watch soldiers, that have a working infernal engine, the player does not get a chance to somehow try and follow up on it.

So... Let me talk on how I would write her quest.

Act 1

For the most part I do think Act 1 for her is alright as it is. I would maybe bring in some more tension into the story of some folks from Avernus coming for her. That does not need to happen in Act 1, but it should be hinted at. Because when we meet her, we learn that she had been haunted for days by folks from Avernus, but then... we never see anything of that outside of the paladins and the stuff with Mizora and Wyll. And that is kinda a let down.

Just hint at some infernal creatures being seen or something. Make her a bit more anxious about it. Something like that.

Act 2

The big issue is that Karlach has basically no content at all in Act 2 right now. Like, at all. You meet Dammon early on, bring him an infernal iron that you probably already have on hand. If you romance her you can get the first sex scene with her afterwards. And yes, if you actually go around talking to all the NPCs you will find one, who has a message from Flo, a demon who was a kind of "friend" to Karlach in the hells. Which is where we get introduced to the thing that feels like it should go somewhere - but never goes: The soul coins. While we can already collect those in Act 1, this is where Karlach actually explains what the Soul Coins are. And it is pretty clear that this at some point was the set up for a corruption arc... Only that this arc never happens.

Something I would do to play from this is, that sometime during Act 2 you will encounter some devil (maybe they'll actually come to camp) that will actually challenge you on Karlach. And during the fight she would through some way or another actually use a coin (just make somehow sure she has one) and there are gonna be consequences from that.

You can talk to her about it, she probably would just act as if it was nothing. Something like that. Just build that one up.

Act 3

See, I kinda think I know why the soul coin thing goes nowhere. Because for the Soul Coins to be used you need to have Karlach on your team - and generally speaking the game does not force you to have certain characters on your team. Sure, for some events on the companion quests you get highly encouraged to take the companion in question along, but... You are not forced to do so. And for Karlach to get corrupted she would kinda need to use the Soul Coins - and implementing that would have been a bit harder? However, here is what I would do:

Once you get into the city, you will sooner or later find Dammon. Karlach will ask about him, you take her to meet him. He will tell you, that he has no idea how to fix the engine. But the player will get the ability to note that ineed the Steel Watch are running on Infernal Engines, and hence understanding them might help. Hence, this will actually also give you another reason to go to the Forge, which can then double as Karlach's "Dungeon". You will try to find some stuff here - and from there you could go different parts.

Either you really frame the entire Karlach conflict around the soul coins, or you frame it around her want for revenge. I think storywise the soul coins would work a lot better - however they would also need a lot more change in the game.

Because a Soul Coin plot would probably build around her using the Soul Coins again and again and through it losing control. Basically a addiction metaphor. And for that you would either need to talk her out of it or the engine could actually fail earlier than the finale. If you really want to be a bit evil... let her die earlier on. I mean, the game lets characters leave/die earlier, so it is fine to let that happen, right?

The revenge plot is easier to do. You go to the Forge, deal with the Gondians one way or another, you bring those plans to Dammon and he realizes he needs something (a MacGuffin, a specific bit of information, whatever) to actually fix the engine. And this is something that Gortash has.

I wrote about this before: I generally think that even in another origin playthrough or a Tav playthrough the game would be better if you could actually get Gortash to give up rather than fighting him. For one, the fight against Gortash is boring, but also it would improve the story a lot more to get to see both him and Orin with a bit more nuance.

In this case the story would go like that: You go to Gortash. Given this is past the Forge storyline there is a good chance you destroyed his Steel Watch. He is pissed. Well, works good, because so is Karlach. Of course he does not want to help you - and Karlach wants to kill him. Still, you need his help to save Karlach. So you need to convince the two of them in one way or another.

I think this is especially poiniant because one of Karlach's biggest wants is actually a regretful Gortash. And sure, she will not realistically get that anytime soon. But give it a chance?

Well, either would work: A story about the Soul Coins - or one about the entire revenge plot. In my fics I went with the second one, because only a few plot points needed to happen differently for that. But if you were to remake parts of the game, I think both would be nice solution. (For my alternate Gortash confrontation: Hurt Begets Hurt.)

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babiebom · 2 years ago

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When You Fall (i)

A/N: My first full fic on this blog! Thank you to everyone who voted! I will try my hardest to write and upload quickly, though I am not going to promise anything seeing as I have a job interview this Friday that I'm writing this(already passed by the time this is uploaded) and if I get it I'll be working more often. Though again thank you for voting and I hope you enjoy! Also a bit of a warning, some things from the game are obviously changed to make sense irl, like instead of there just being seasons there are actual months!(pictures not mine.)

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TW: death, self harm in the form of overworking, cursing, depression, negative thoughts, funerals. Etc just sad

Genres: angst, potential happy ending, romance, some fluff. Multichapter Fic

WC: 4k

You hear your name being called, the voice is quiet under the ringing of your ears.

"Y/N!"

You attempt to force your eyes to adjust on the person, head and neck snapping quickly to face towards them. "Huh"?

"I asked if you were going to be alright getting to the graveyard alone…?"

You nod, swallowing even though your mouth and throat were dry. The funeral home was almost empty now; only you, your aunt and uncle, and a few friends that knew both of your parents and/or grandfather. Standing up straighter, you try to fix your face subtly, trying to act as if you weren't out of it for the entire funeral. "Yeah…yeah, I'll be fine. I promise." You clear your throat and offer her a smile.

She hesitates, lips trembling before she slowly gives you a hug. "Your uncle and I are here for you".

"I know".

As the two leave, as well as the rest of the stragglers, it's only you left with the bodies of your parents and grandfather. A sour laugh leaves your lips, tears kissing the corners of your eyes as you drag your feet closer to their caskets. To keep from crying you clench your jaw and curl your lips inward, slowly becoming overwhelmed with the idea of never seeing any of these three people again. If you would've known this was going to happen, you would've visited more, called more. If you would've known…well it doesn't matter anymore because you didn't know, and now you can't do any of those things.

Slowly and one by one you press a kiss to each of their foreheads, letting your own head rest on top of theirs for just a moment before moving on, hoping the warmth from you would cure the cold coming from them. You stayed there for so long the funeral director had to escort you out, reminding you that they needed to be buried.

Slowly you got into your car, remembering that everyone was probably on their way or already waiting for you and the bodies to show up. They were all going to be buried in Pelican Town, the same place your father had grown up, the same place you spent your summers during your childhood.

Entering Pelican Town, nothing had changed since your childhood, and that made everything worse. Things hadn't changed for the town, and yet it wasn't the same for you. Everything has changed for you. The only difference was a couple new headstones, the graveyard now housing your mother, father, and grandfather; though you had noticed the additions of some that weren't there when you had last been here. The mayor was standing next to the open graves, making your heart clench at the finality of it all; the second they were filled with dirt would mark the last time you ever got to see their faces.

Instead of standing with the rest of the crowd, you stand off to the side, crying silently as you watch the mayor pray over their bodies before they get lowered into the ground. You have to fight yourself to keep from yelling out, knowing that making a scene, making this whole process longer would affect everyone around you. It’s the middle of winter after all, everyone probably wanted to hurry and get back to their regular lives. Swallowing harshley, you only step forward when it's time for all of the guests to throw some dirt on top of the caskets.

“I love you,” you whisper into the air, clenching your eyes closed and tossing the dirt in. A soft thump is all you get in response, the dirt scattering over the caskets. Your mother and father are sharing a grave, and your grandfather was being buried with your grandmother, the two finally being reunited after a decade and some change of being apart.

You move backwards again, allowing the others who had arrived to say their final goodbyes. Avoiding looking at what was happening, you focused on the scenery instead. Pelican Town had always been nice, and being covered by snow it was no different. Everything had sort of a Christmas-y vibe to it, but that only made you feel worse. Letting your eyes continue to roam, you spot some of the towns-people walking around, obviously trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. They were walking far too slow to actually be trying to get somewhere, or maybe the calmness of a small town allowed them to take it easy even when they had errands to run. Your eyes connect with a woman with orange hair, her eyes growing wide the second yours stopped on her. She hurried away as soon as she realized she had been caught watching, moving from the large tree that she was under to presumably hide somewhere else. You scoff and turn your head to watch someone else, not really offended but somewhat annoyed that the public can watch as your normal life is ripped away from you. Bitterly, you wondered when the last time this town had held a funeral, or had even had someone die.

Everything looked peaceful, your presence disrupting the environment and if that woman with the orange hair was anything to go by, this funeral was something that shook the small town that probably knew your grandfather better than you did. You wonder why none of them showed up to the funeral or to this burial. Your thoughts are disrupted by everyone bustling around you, hands on your shoulders words spoken to you, you figure out that the burial is finished by the people moving around you back towards the way you came.

The second you fully realize that the burial had ended, you race out towards your car, not wanting to stop and talk to anyone, not wanting to cry on someone’s shoulders. You decide then that the best course of action would be to throw yourself into your work. So, without another glance back, you drive away from Pelican Town, hoping you would never have to return to the place again.

Scrunching up your nose and frowning, you slam the drawer to your desk harder than you need to, ignoring the sound of the contents inside spilling and moving around. The sound of typing overwhelms your senses, and unlike the persona you’ve put on for the past couple of months, you get up and stalk towards the bathrooms. As you pass the other cubicles, the oncoming anxiety attack immediately takes over your being.

You push open the bathroom door, wheezing and trying to suck in as much breath as you can. Yet it still feels like you’re drowning, as if every breath you suck in is instead water, and it’s impossible for you to come up to the surface. You fall onto the sink, leaning over it and heaving. Your legs threatened to give out, not wanting to hold you up any longer. Giving in, you allow yourself to sink to the dirty bathroom floor, dragging yourself in between the sinks and the wall, the gross overhead light giving you a headache.

Your body shakes, still struggling to breathe. As you close your eyes, flashes of the funeral and the last time you saw each of them alive consume you. The second your ears start to ring, you realize that you’re already too far gone, and any of your attempts to self soothe were now made in vain because you couldn’t calm down. You needed help, but at the same time that was the last thing that you wanted. You can feel yourself shake, violently, and your head falls back and forth as you shake, and in the madness you realize that someone was shaking you, it wasn’t you yourself. “Please!” you heard someone plead, yet they sounded too far away from you.

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out of it, you want them to go away, and to leave you spiraling here on the ground, and in the back of your cloudy mind you hope that you still get paid for having this breakdown during work hours. Joja Co. wouldn’t take away your wages for this, right? You’re shaken again, this time rougher and your eyes begin to focus on someone kneeling in front of you. The ugliness that was Joja blue assaulting your eyes. You groan, and as you feel yourself begin to surface, realize that you had been screaming. Your throat now raw and hoarse as you begin to calm.

The woman in front of you is someone you recognize, though you couldn’t recall her name. You only knew her as your supervisor that you rarely actually saw in the office, and behind her were two coworkers looking absolutely frightened and worried for you. Swallowing, you shake your head and haul yourself off of the ground, muttering a ‘sorry’ and pushing your way out of the bathroom. It was painful, the walk back to your cubicle, everyone was simultaneously watching you, but still not really looking at you. As if they wanted to pretend that your breakdown didn’t happen, and you are all too aware of how insane you probably looked, coming out of the bathroom with puffy red eyes, and messed up hair.

It wasn’t uncommon for someone to have a breakdown at work, the expectations of your superiors and the company itself were always too much for some people to handle, yet you realized that you probably looked different than them, having run all the way to the bathroom, and not out the doors to the elevators. After a breakdown, the person always quits, yet here you are, sitting silently in your cubicle, brushing your hair out of your face as if everything was normal.

Again you open the drawer and look at the letter that had arrived on your desk weeks ago.

Dear, Y/N

If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to me, long ago.

I’d lost sight of what mattered most in life…real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.

I’ve enclosed the deed to that place…my pride and joy: New Hope Farm. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It’s the perfect place to start your new life.

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it’s yours. I know you’ll honor the family name, my grandchild.

Good luck.

Love, Grandpa.

P.S. If Lewis is still alive, say hi to the old guy for me, will ya?

Taking in a breath, you laugh quietly to yourself. Your face still wet from your tears. It was ridiculous, hilarious even, that the very place you wanted to return to ends up the very place you flee in order to get back to yourself.

You can hear clacks of shoes nearing you, coming from the direction of the same bathroom you just fled from. The woman stops in front of the opening to your cubicle. Staring down at you in your seat with aggravated eyes. The lack of concern annoys you to your very core, and with the least amount of emotion you can muster, you stare back up at her, the letter wrinkled in your hand.

"Yes?"

"That little breakdown you had there was very disruptive," she shifts her weight, "now you're one of your best workers, so we'll give you another chance, but next time something this unprofessional happens we'll have to let you go."

"Right," you swallow harshly, "about that, I need to take time off."

"Time off? Why do you need to take time off?" She asks loudly. You can see the people across from you look over with wide eyes. Vacations were never accepted, and were more likely to be taken as an insult.

"Well, half of my family has just died...and I don't think I have a good enough mental state to-"

"We gave you time off already, we let you go to the funeral and have an extended weekend. How much more time do you need?"

You scoff in disbelief, the woman staring at you with all seriousness of a person who has just been told the worst joke in the world. Did she not just witness the breakdown you just had? You sit back roughly in your chair, running a hand through your hair. Your patience started to run thin with the woman, and so in a huff you slam down the letter rather roughly before looking back up at her.

"Can I take a vacation or not?"

She gasps before angling her body back, now glaring daggers at you. "I am the boss, you do what I say. You've already taken time off, so you don't need any more. I'm really very disappointed in you-"

"But-"

"-and I don't think you realize just how lucky you are to be working for Joja Corporation. There's no other job as liberating and rewarding than working for and growing the Joja family."

You make a noise of indignation, completely taken aback with how she had decided to handle this situation, especially after seeing you in the worst state you've ever been in. "You know what?" You slam your hand on your desk, letting out a huff of air through your nose, now staring at the place your hand had settled. "I quit!"

You turn to watch her face as your words sink in. She splutters and takes in breaths as she struggles to come up with something to say as a retort. Laughing loudly in her face, you stand and push past her, going straight towards the supply closet, where you know there are extra boxes. Picking up the smallest that could fit all of your things, you completely ignore your now ex-supervisors desperate pleas. "You have to put in a 2 week notice!"

"Nah, no I don't." You shake your head, now filling the box with all of your things. You'd rather die than leave any of your cute cubicle things behind for them to throw away. Smirking, you carefully place the last plant you had on top of the other knick knacks you had, looking over to the angry woman with the best shit eating grin you could muster.

"I would say it was a pleasure to work with you, but that would be a lie."

The time taken to get back to Pelican Town was doubled due to you selling your car and opting to take the bus instead, and in that time you started to rethink your plan of starting anew without any backup plan. Everyone else that was riding with you had gotten off long ago, and you were left with those who were just along for the ride, having nothing else to do but stay until they were kicked off.

You were grateful for the emptiness though, no one spoke a word on the way there; they simply allowed you to exist among them, thinking your thoughts without interruption.

You grunt in pain as you're launched out of your seat, suitcases toppling over loudly. Embarrassed, you scramble to get up, hoping no one was secretly laughing at you because it would honestly cause another breakdown. The bus driver shouted out your arrival, staring at you specifically through the rear view mirror. Sniffing, you grab your suitcases and hurry off of the bus, squinting from the change of lighting.

"Hello! You must be Y/N" an orange haired woman standing waiting at the bus stop, friendly looking and sweaty. "I'm Robin, the local carpenter. Mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He's there now, tidying things up for your arrival."

You stare at her before taking her hand in a firm shake. She's pretty, and young looking but from the look at her hands she had to be older than you think. Her grip takes you off guard only slightly, rough calluses coming in contact with your own soft skin. You nod and grab your things again, wanting to get out from under the sun. There was a cool breeze cooling your skin, but just having been on a musty bus for the past couple of hours made you feel grosser than you normally would've.

"The farm's right over here, if you'll follow me"

You want to tell her that you already know the way, that you've been here multiple times in your childhood, but you stay quiet not wanting to bring up memories that will just hurt you. You think staying silent is an even better idea when she takes two of your suitcases and heads down the road.

Walking in silence is awkward for the first minute, and so you begin a conversation that you already regret happening the moment the first syllable leaves your mouth. "So," you swallow thickly, "how long have you been waiting out here?"

She shakes her head and scrunches her nose. "Not long, maybe 15 minutes? First day of Spring is always brutal with the weather change."

You nod and keep walking, wanting to ask her more questions, yet you know that it would only serve to make everything more awkward. "Do you want something to drink? I have like a spare Gatorade if you're thirsty."

She makes a noise of acceptance and takes the drink from you, gulping it down quickly. The walk takes about 5 more minutes before you make it to a broken down fence.

"This is New Hope Farm."

You gasp loudly, a choked noise forcing its way out of your throat at the look of it. Grass overgrown, trees everywhere, boulders. It looked as if the place had been abandoned for years, and maybe it has been. Your grandfather must've been too old to continue the last couple of years, having been bedridden the months before his passing. The air smells fresh, though, fresher than you've ever smelled it before, at least since you've grown up. A sense of calm settles over your being, just over the hurt and anxiety. At least you're okay for now.

"What's the matter? Sure it's a bit overgrown, but there's some good soil underneath that mess! With a little dedication you'll have it cleaned up in no time."

You smile at her as you open the gate for you both, entering the messy fields. It's another minute and a half before you actually make it to the farmhouse, "and here we are, your new home".

You raise your eyebrows at the look of your grandfather's old cottage, it being slightly run down since you had seen it last. Your heart clenched at the sight, realizing that everything did in fact get old without you, or maybe alongside you. Taking in a deep breath, you jump as the door to the house opens loudly. A man, shortish and white haired leaves out of it. He looks slightly familiar, but obviously older.

"Ah, the new farmer! Welcome I'm Lewis, Mayor of Pelican Town." You wait for him to descend the steps, stopping in front of you. You faintly remember him, with less whites in his head and a smaller mustache. His old hat on top of his head is the same from when you were little. You shake his hand, reminding him that you had met him before.

"Ah, my apologies!"

You shake your head with a small smile, slowly getting tired of pleasantries. "It's fine I was like…maybe 9 the last time I saw you."

The conversation staggers a bit before Lewis sucks in a breath.

"You know, everyone's been asking about you. It's not every day that someone new moves in. It's quite a big deal!" He looks around, a flicker of sadness in his eyes causing you to wonder how close he and your grandfather were.

"So...you're moving into your grandfather's old cottage. It's a good house…very 'rustic'." You raise an eyebrow at his words, it was obvious that the house had seen better days.

"Rustic? That's one way to put it. 'Crusty' might be a little more apt though." Robin remarks, looking around.

"Rude!" Lewis gasps, whirling around to stare at Robin in shock. You guess it's the fastest he's moved in a while because his hands grasp at his knees for a split second.

The woman lets out a laugh, slapping a hand over her lips in amusement. You let out a snort, silently agreeing with her.

"Don't listen to her, Y/N. She's just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of her house upgrades." Lewis says, sending the woman a glare. Robin, in turn, gasps in shock, her eyes darting between you two before frowning and huffing. Maybe she was trying to get you to buy an upgrade.

"Anyway…you must be tired from the long journey. You should get some rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself. The townspeople would appreciate that." You nodded to him, but refused in your mind, not wanting to go parading around town introducing yourself to the villagers like some happy-go-lucky extroverted tv character. Lewis begins to leave, but stops a couple feet, maybe even a yard away. He has to yell in order to speak to you, and you sort of understand when you would rather not have to walk all the way back just to leave again.

"Oh I almost forgot. If you have anything to sell just place it in this box here. I'll come by during the night to collect it. Well…good luck!" His voice is strained, when he shouts. You smile and wave, saying a goodbye to Robin as she walks after him. Turning to the cottage, you feel a sense of overwhelming sadness, your chest growing tight. You know that grieving is a process, and that healing isn’t a linear path, but a thought pops into your mind that this was a bad idea. How are you meant to process, heal, and move on when you’re surrounded by things that make you want to tear your hair out? Sighing, you head inside, setting your things down and snatching an axe off of the wall.

You think to yourself that the healing can come later, preferably after you demolish the trees taking over the land, at least you’ll be able to see far enough to farm. Stepping back out into the sun, you get to work swinging the axe over your head as well as you can. The thump of the axe embedding itself into the tree sends vibrations up into your bones, yet the pain and unfamiliarity of the feeling makes you feel lighter than you had in weeks. Maybe you just had anger issues. But, chasing that feeling you swing again, and again, and again until both the tree and it’s stump has been reduced to logs that you could pick up.

You leave the logs on the ground and move on to the next tree, and then the next, and you keep going until you can feel the sweat drip down your back, pooling around the edge of your jeans and your hips. Your breaths come in short, you huffing as you try to bring the axe overhead once more. Your chest is tight, and your head feels as if it’s not screwed all the way on. ‘One more time.’ You think to yourself, bringing the axe upwards. You can tell that the tree was close to being fully chopped down, and so with the last of your energy, you force yourself to at least complete it. Telling yourself that it was more about clearing everything quickly, you knew deep down that you just wanted to feel something other than sorrow. Your arms shake as the tool almost slips out of your grasp above your head. Arms burning, you force them forwards as you swing down, you hear the thump of the axe in the wood, and you fall over ears ringing, your vision fading to black.

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ranchracoon · 2 months ago

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Chemistry

AU Cassandra x Fem Reader

Requested by: Misa_Amane19382

"Alright sound check for act 2, actors on stage, beginning with your cue Cassandra."

You adjust your headphones in the sound booth, flicking on the mics and swelling the music before bringing it down for the scene. There's an outline of the play in front of you which you use as guide, following along for when there's a sound cue, and when you need to play it. The microphones are all synced and working properly, the theater teacher Mrs. Prune follows along as the actors on stage perform. She calls for a pause, giving notes on performers when the mic cuts on one of the actresses. You're called down to fix it, and of course it's the main actress Cassandra Dimitrescu. The other techs tease you relentlessly because it's so obvious you have a crush on her, but she's Cassandra Dimitrescu! She's the headliner in every show since she was a freshman, of course many thought it was because her mom is the principle but she's actually just that good. Damn. Even defending her in your mind sounds bad and you can hear the techs snickering about it already.

You come down the stairs and walk through the aisle until you're up on stage, tinkering with Cassandra's mic which sits right at her hip. She smells really good, not like the cheap vanilla perfume that lots of the other girls wear, she smells like a field of fresh flowers with a hint of rain. You want to drown yourself in it but right now is the time to be professional, and definitely not taking your time on purpose so you can be near her. The mic is an easy fix, the cord is coming loose and you tape it up quickly, well, not too quickly then rush back up to your box. The other tech with you snickers, they don't even have to say anything before you start blushing.

Everything goes smoothly for the sound check, this next week is set building which you are also apart of. Painting, building, sanding, even a little electrical work to make sure everything is up and running for the play. You use one of your empty class slots to come into the theater and work on the sets, Mrs. Prune trusts you enough to give you a key so you pop some music on your phone and work away. Your music is so loud that you don't hear the door opening to the main auditorium nor the footsteps approaching as you're on a ladder reaching up to fix some scaffolding.

"Hey what are you doing?"

The voice startles you so much that the ladder rocks and you curse trying to catch yourself, whomever scared you runs up on the ladder, steadying it before you fall to your death. You pant heavily as you clutch to the ladder for life, looking down to see Cassandra holding the ladder for you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you" she apologizes quickly.

"No worries" you pant out, descending the stairs and turning off your music.

"I didn't know it was you and thought it was some, rando messing with the set. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, really. I'm okay."

"What are you doing here anyway?" She asks.

"I come here during my free period, I don't have anything to do until rehearsal. What are you doing here?"

"Same thing, kind of. My class got let out early so I asked Mrs. Prune if I could come in here and rehearse. Hey, maybe you could help me?"

You swallow thickly, "uh sure. I'd be happy to."

Cassandra beams and runs over to her bag she dropped pulling out her script and handing it to you.

"I need help with the last scene. She keeps giving me all these notes for the final act but Markus is so...flat. I honestly don't know how he got the lead in the first place."

You chuckle and hand the script back, "I've read this thing probably as much as you have. I know the lines pretty well."

"Great, lets get started then."

Cassandra starts with her lines, it's the final act when the main protagonist, you, are reunited with your love, Cassandra, after being forced apart. You remember the stage cues and look for the tape on the stage where you'll be before rushing onto the stage, grasping Cassandra by the hands. She hesitates for a moment before a light flicks in her head and she resumes, fully enveloped in the scene. She plays it so naturally, as if she really has been without her love and you can't help but blush brightly as she locks eyes with you. Proclaiming her undying love, how she'll fall in love with you no matter what, her monologue. Of course then there's a kiss, and the play ends with them running off together for their happily ever after.

Cassandra takes a step back, clearing her throat as she releases your hands and you blush harder upon seeing how red her hands are from how hard you were gripping them. She pushes some hair behind her ear, catching a soft blush on her cheeks as well.

"That was way better than Markus" she compliments.

"Thanks" you say shyly as you rub the back of your neck.

* * *

"Where is Markus?" Mrs. Prune yells.

"He's at the senior boys auction" someone says.

"What about his back up? Leon?"

"Also at the auction" another answers.

"Well, who's going to step in for him? We're less than a month away from opening. We need everything perfect."

"Y/N can" Cassandra answers.

Your head shoots up from the opera pit looking up to see everyone looking down at you making you break out into goosebumps.

Mrs. Prune sighs heavily, "do you know the lines?"

"Um-ye-"

"Yes she does. We practiced once before" Cassandra defends.

"Very well. Y/N, get up here."

The other techs in the opera pit start teasing you, making "ooh' sounds which you curse at as you climb up onto the stage. Mrs. Prune orders the play from the start and to get into starting positions. It takes you a minute, but you get into the groove of the play only missing a line or two which Mrs. Prune reminds you. You lowkey hate her when she's close to an opening, she becomes stressed, and snappy. Cassandra and the rest of the cast are in full costume which makes you stick out but somehow it still flows nicely and you cruise through the show. The ending comes and you and Cassandra have built up so much that when the ending kiss comes in, she goes full send. It's a theater kiss, she places her thumbs onto your lips and kisses you, but it still sends your head reeling. When she drags you backstage she's giggling at your flustered state.

"That was amazing! I wish Mrs. Prune would put women in male positions because you did such a better job than Markus."

"Um yeah you-you did great too" you stutter out.

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Opening weekend comes and goes, the play finishes out with a full house and you switch the mic off because the audience erupts in thunderous applause. You high five the other techs for a job well done as you pack up while the actors and actresses meet with Mrs. Prune for the final debriefing. You cart the sound equipment back to the storage which is in a small hallway littered in clothing because many of the ensemble use it for their quick changes. Cassandra stomps out of the room with Markus in tow.

"I can't believe you just rejected me in front of everyone!" Markus yells.

"That's your fault for asking in front of everyone. I don't even like you like that." Cassandra snaps.

"What about out on stage?" Markus asks.

"It's called acting for a reason dipshit."

"Oh please, you're gonna tell me that after all we've been through you don't even have the slightest bit of feelings for me?"

"Does disgust count?" Cassandra scoffs.

"Whatever" Markus scoffs back, leaving the hallway.

Cassandra rubs her face before looking around and seeing you, but you kept pretending to put equipment away, mindlessly moving things back and forth as to try to act like you're not listening. Cassandra comes up behind you and shoves you into the tech storage room, shutting the door behind the two of you.

"What are you doing?" You whisper scream.

"How much of that did you hear?" She asks.

"All of it....are you okay?" You ask quietly.

There's a long pause and you're about to ask again when Cassandra's hands roam around in the dark to find your face, cupping your cheeks softly.

"Y/N, I've been doing theater since I could walk and talk, and I've never felt anything like I did with you on stage. All I could think about was you when Markus was talking, even kissing him I imagined you. This is gonna sound so stupid....but I don't want to let these feelings go to waste. I know you like me, and I think I like you too. Would you be willing to give me a chance?"

"Yes" you spurt out.

You clear your throat to curb your enthusiasm, "yes" you say more calmly.

There's a shuffle in the room, you're thankful for how dark it is because otherwise she would see your face is burning. She can probably feel it as she tugs on your cheeks to pull your head down then you feel something soft on your lips. She's kissing you. You close the space and kiss her back, fumbling in the dark as your hands find her waist and pull her into you.

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#cassandra dimitrescu x fem reader #resident lover #au cassandra dimitrescu #modern setting #resident evil modern setting #re8 #resident evil village

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akechis-special-case · 5 months ago

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Ok hold your horses and just hear me out for a second!

Alright so I am probably being sideeyed heavily but just stay with me here, ok? Somewhat of a rant because I need more people to know as well that some parts of Persona 4's writing aged like milk and will need to be addressed in a remake (or I wish for them to be addressed). I don't say change the story, I say change some scenes (which are not consequential for the plot) because some characters just look way worse than they are. The biggest offenders are Yosuke and Teddie.

I will mainly talk about Yosuke here but Teddie is in a very similar boat I won't lie. Ahem...

I really hate how Persona 4 aged like milk in some aspects because it makes Yosuke look like the insufferable perverted best friend character. They lean too much into the perverted angel and it is just weird to look at nowadays. Some actions are just straight out too far, though back when they wrote the story it was very common in ecchi anime (at least the ones I watched years ago).

I'm not saying that they can't make him a bit perverted. Stuff like commenting that a girl is cute and being a bit over the top is fine. But some comments and actions are just flatout uncomfortable to watch. And this is not something I fault to the character but to the writing because I read that in later games that they fix this behavior. So it is a product of its time. Thus they brush it off as not so bad sometimes, even though it is worse. To clarify, it is not just a Yosuke thing, Teddie has the same issue. I give Teddie a bit more leeway because you can excuse that he doesn't know better. He has never been outside the TV World so he may pick up on some things he shouldn’t. But what the writers make Teddie say goes too far as well – Hence why I call it a writing issue and not a character issue.

I still dislike it because it overshadows the positive qualities of Yosuke, or rather who he really is. He isn't a half bad guy at all, definitely a buddy type. Also a decent older brother figure for Teddie and I enjoy their dynamic as brothers – Teasing another but also looking out for another. Mostly Yosuke looking out for Teddie as he is the older one. I mean it when I say that he is not a bad guy deep down, the writers just thought that turning his perverted side up to 1000 was a good idea for ‘comic relief’. It's not, obviously. Before you ask yes Teddie can have the same issue, overshadowing his character arc of finding himself with this too far bullshit.

Yosuke’s development in his Social Link, going from disliking Inaba to enjoying his time is also intriguing. He knows that he is unpopular so he puts up a front at first. Most sideeye him because he’s from the city and blame him too for Junes ‘destroying the local shopping district by taking away customers’. He has nothing to do with it though, his father got transferred to the location. But no one cares, he’s the kid from the city. He's guilty by association.

At the same time people just keep walking all over him though and use him, solely for being the son of the manager of the Junes in Inaba. They will ask him for favors and expect him to help. He usually does but he is fed up with it. He also shows care for others, like when the girls badmouth Saki in front of him. I believe that Yosuke didn't care if Saki didn't like him, he just couldn't stand hearing these things, especially since she is dead and can't defend herself anymore (and yes I am of the firm belief that he would do this for anyone who didn't deserve it). As for him being pushy with Kanji in regards to Naoto, I think Yosuke just wants to encourage Kanji in some way (even if it’s teasing). He is going from having no friends to an actual friend group where he can be himself, people he can trust (one rank implies that he didn't have friends in the city either).

That is the actual Yosuke and I think the Yosuke the writers wanted to portray. A guy who struggles at first yet once finding his place and having a bit of a push to not letting people push him around he finds his ground and he really isn't a bad guy.

Is he flawed? Yeah, sure. Being a bit of a perv, clumsy and sometimes saying something without thinking is part of his character. He has no ill intentions yet may say some things without thinking sometimes. But he's still someone who cares for others, especially those close to him.

But when it gets to the comic relief enough scenes take it too far. He’s not like this.

#Nimue's Rambles #Nimue's Beloved #The Prince Of Junes #PLEASE HEAR ME OUT HERE!#(The characters age btw. Time isn't stagnant)#Anyways I will defend Yosuke to some extent. Because he really isn't as horrible as one may think.#The writing doesn't do him any favors I admit. But again WRITING issue. Not the character. At least that is how I view it.#Ok now I go crawl into my hole. Bye.#hanamura yosuke #yosuke hanamura #p4 yosuke #persona 4 yosuke

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indiaalphawhiskey · 2 years ago

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fake fic title! "crescent moons fix broken hearts"

would love it if it could be hl? 👀

Sorry this took so long! I really needed to write something today to flex the muscle, I hope you and @awesomefringey (who submitted the t-shirt pic) like it. 🥰 (I tried to post this twice with a moodboard but Tumblr wouldn’t let me. 😒)

🌙 Crescent Moons Fix Broken Hearts

Sitting in the en suite of the lavish hotel room, the soft lighting of the vanity illuminating the planes of his face, Harry let the radical irony of what he was about to do wash over him.

It was a weird thing, he realized, this feeling of waiting for a moment your entire life – preserving it, building it up – only to have it finally, finally come in a form so different it was almost laughable.

Not almost. Harry did laugh.

Half because he caught sight of his ridiculously nervous expression in the mirror, and half because apparently, one minute someone could be the perfect pure, virginal (if a little sexually frustrated) Omega groom-to-be fitting their bespoke wedding suit in at a highly exclusive designer shop, and three days later, be that very same Omega, revenge and wildly expensive tequila shooting through their veins as they booked their would-have-been honeymoon suite to have raunchy sex with an Alpha they’d hired specifically to finally deflower them, once and for all.

Turns out getting dumped in a Saville Row dressing room because one’s ex-fiancé thought they were quote, “an uppity, frigidly cold fish who he probably had no sexual chemistry with anyway”, unquote, really lit a fire under one’s arse.

Harry flared his nose in anger, his thoughts murderous as images of his beautiful, wasted wedding invitations danced back into his mind, haunting him. His cheeks began their now familiar pinkening with his remembered humiliation, and then…

A soft knock unfortunately interrupted Harry’s montage of fantastic daydreams of running over every single one of his ex-fiancé’s prized watches to the intro of Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song.

“Come in,” he called out gently – or as gently as one could through gritted teeth.

As the door slid away, the unfamiliar, unassuming coolness of rosemary and sage rolled in slowly. Harry wasn’t used to it; accustomed to sharing spaces with the scent of warm whiskey and leather layered with that wretchedly expensive cologne Harry had always hated.

But back to the sage.

Sage, and rosemary, and cedar, and… he let the last note tickle his nose as he tried to name it.

“Are you okay?” Louis Tomlinson asked.

… and soap, Harry realized, oddly comforted even as he wondered whether the name was a pseudonym; wondered if it was standard procedure to print such a convincing alias on a discreet calling card that would eventually be passed across an elegant brunch table at the Dorchester.

(‘Niall, don’t be absurd,’ Harry had sniffed, trying his best to push the card back towards him without making a scene. ‘Jesus, just be normal and introduce me to one of your investment bankers, or something.’

Niall had given him a long, silent, and completely unimpressed look in response, glancing down at the engagement ring Harry was still wearing, if only to make a point. Ouch.

‘Harry, trust me. After this shitshow, you of all people deserve an orgasm on the first go. Treat yourself.’)

“I’m alright.” The polite platitude was out of his mouth accompanied by a reserved smile through the mirror before he could stop it.

It wasn’t like he could tell the truth anyway; not like he could say, ‘No, actually. I’m fucking livid, because a week ago I was about to be married, and today my financial manager called to ask if my credit card had been stolen because there was a suspicious charge from RoyaLT Enterprises for a ‘Platinum Package – All Inclusive’ on it when I was assured this service would be discreet, goddamnit!’

He bit his tongue, mostly because Harry didn’t tell Louis about the jilting; had decided against it the moment he had clicked ‘Platinum’, the description reading ‘two-week session with certified heat coach (Alpha) focused on scent familiarity, building sexual rapport, and discussing intimacy needs in addition to agreed heat cycle partnership.’

A virgin who had saved himself for marriage only to be jilted a week before his wedding because he was, in fact, a virgin, paying for sex and intimacy, trapped in a room with someone who really shouldn’t be as attractive as he had turned out to be�� It had all just felt a little too humiliating.

Which, speaking of…

“Sorry,” Harry blurted out softly now, slowly coming to his senses. He turned to face Louis, his eyes widening. “We’re… we’re on the clock, aren’t we? Am I… I’m wasting your time?”

Louis chuckled softly – kindly, really – and casually leaned against the door frame, crossing his ankles. He was shirtless, Harry only now realized, as he watched him slip both hands into the pockets of his silk pajama bottoms, making them ride dangerously low against his happy trail.

Louis shook his head. “You’re supposed to take your time, get comfortable with me.” He raised his hand to gesture to himself – what he was wearing, and then the space between them. “This is all part of it.” He grinned wide, and Harry had noticed he was handsome when they’d met, but the genuine warmth of his smile is what made it. (Well, his smile, and his abs, and the still respectable but no less impressive hint of a bulge in his pajama bottoms…) “It’s called the boyfriend package for a reason.”

Funny, Harry thought then, feeling just a little bit… well, a little bit wet. He’d never had a boyfriend who looked quite like this.

Niall’s wise words began to reverberate in his mind: ‘Treat yourself.’

Harry bit back a cheeky smile. He intended to.

— Or, When Harry Styles did things, he did them right. Why should losing his virginity be any different?

#fake fic titles #fake fic #iaw drabbles #I just really needed to write something today #because I missed it

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stormyoceans · 6 months ago

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MONICA'S INCREDIBLY BIASED TOP 5 BL SHOWS OF 2024

1. SPARE ME YOUR MERCY. small town murder mystery with exploration on the topic of euthanasia but also of trauma grief guilt obsession humanity and love. this show was always going to mean a lot to me due to the focus on terminally ill patients, and while i am fully aware of some of its flaws when it comes to the investigation and the romantic elements of wasan and kan's relationship, all of it gets overshadowed by how nuanced and thoughtful the engagement with the main topic was (AND ALSO THE VIBES THE VISUALS THE ACTING!!!!!!!!!)

2. CENTURY OF LOVE. im actually not the biggest fan of the reincarnation trope, so this show ending up as one of my favorites of the year already says everything about how enjoyable it is. yes, it's very campy, but that's where part of its charm comes from, and while i do think there are a couple of things that could have been done better, it was still able to deliver in a way a lot of other shows this year weren't able to. daouoffroad were incredible as an old man trapped in the body of a 20-something years old and a foxy ray of sunshine personified, and they gave us THEE SEXIEST MOST MEMORABLE SCENE OF THE YEAR

3. WE ARE. truly thee biggest plot wist of 2024. if you had told me when the trailer for this show first came out that this was going to be in my top 5 BLs of the year i would have probably laughed in your face, but im so very glad i gave it a chance. sometimes we do need stories like this, stories that are light and fun and free of drama, but also incredibly genuine and full of heart, where friendship is put front and center and gets to shine as much as the romance, if not more. i love this show unabashedly, and im grateful for the happiness and comfort it gave me

4. FIRST NOTE OF LOVE. most underrated little show of my heart and soul. i completely understand why most people found it boring or frustrating, but to me this series feels like an old friend holding my hand and telling me everything is gonna be alright as we watch the sun slowly rise above the water. there is just so much tenderness and emotion and healing woven into the story, and i loved every second of it. it's also a BL about music that actually puts the music front and center, so it's not surprising that it actually gave us the best soundtrack of the year too

5. CHERRY MAGIC (thai). this is another full on comfort show that feels like a warm hug. i wasn't sure until the very end if it was gonna make it in my top 5, mostly because i didn't get to talk about it on here, but i do love this series a lot, and as someone who has yet to watch dark blue kiss (im a sham and a fraud, i know ;;;;;;), it also introduced me to taynew as a pairing. am i totally biased because p'x directed it? possibly, but the thai remake fixed a lot of the things i didn't like in the original japanese series and it gave me a classic romance focused on communication and mutual support, and sometimes that's more than enough

+ bonus (because im a cheater)

THE TIME OF FEVER. the only reason this didn't end up in my top 5 is because i think it works better as a movie than as a series, and as such i wasn't sure if the comparison with other shows could work. i still had to sneak it in somehow because not only it's beautifully made, but it also made me feel things god only intended for martyrs in moments of divine ecstasy at the threshold of death to experience. it takes the award for best kiss of the year too

#IM POSTING THIS BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME #im just not good with summaries/recommendations/whatever this is ;;;;;;;;#but i really wanted to try to make one this year #TOP 5 GLs NEXT!!!!!!!!!!#BECAUSE I CAN ACTUALLY MAKE THAT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!#but im gonna wait for pluto to end on saturday first #it's still a 2024 show to me #anyway #spare me your mercy #century of love #we are the series #first note of love #cherry magic thailand #the time of fever #bl 2024 #m: txt

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toothlespoggers · 1 year ago

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AAAAAAAAA STIMMING STIMMING JUST WATCHED EPISODE 4 (I think) OF THE NEW SEASON OF DRAGONS RISING AND BOY THIS SEASON IS SUCH AN IMPROVEMENT FROM THE FIRST AND ITS SO GOOD AND ITS AMAZING AND COLE IS SO FUCKING GAY FOR THAT GUY AND THEYRE SO GAY THEYRE SO GAY, THAT GUY WHATS HIS NAME

DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LONGINGLY LOOKED AT COLE NOT ONLY HAS THIS SEASON FIXED ALL THE CHARACTER WRITING FLAWS THAT THE PREVIOUS ITERATIONS OF NINJAGO HAD BUT IT ALSO CONFIRMED COLE GAY HE GAY FOR THIS MAN, THEYRE SO GAY, NO ONE STARES AT ONE PERSON THE WAY THIS GUY DOES AND ISNT GAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AND ZANE WITH THE FRONICKY PLUSH AAARGHHH I CANT BELIEVE THIS THEYRE LETTING ZANE REST? WHAT HAVE I BEEN SAYING YALL EVEN IF TUMBLR HASNT EXPERIENCED ALL OF MY NINJAGO OPINIONS, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND I HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR YEARS THAT ZANE NEVER GETS A BREAK. HES ALWAYS WORKING, HES ALWAYS FORCED TO GET UP AND DO STUFF BUT THIS SEASON HES PLAYED VIDEO GAMES AND STAYED BEHIND, HES CHILLING WITH THE FROG MAN AND ITS SO GOOD AND AAAAAA I WANNNA WATCH MORE EPISODES BUT I WATCH IT WITH PEOPLE SO I HAVE TO WAIT BUT IT IS THE BEST.

I love the ninjago writers SO MUCH if anyone has like any information on the behind the scenes decisions and stuff that’s gone into the development of this season that’s changed and improved the previous issues tell me I wanna know! Argh I’m so happy, they finally gave Cole a family outside of the ninja team because let’s be real Cole was kinda sidelined for ages he needs a nice family of people who respect him and also he needs a hot purple boyfriend to look after him!

Lloyd isn’t an npc, he’s a human being with flaws?? Like actual? Logical? Flaws? He’s not just a main character anymore?? His flaws aren’t even super annoying either. And like CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW FUNNY IT IS THAT TIKTOK AND YOUTUBE CANONICALLY EXIST? THE NINJA ARE LIKE, TUMBLR SEXYMEN??? IN THE LEGO UNIVERSE?? THATS SO FUNNY, WHAT?

all the jokes feel like actual people talking, the writing feels natural for the first time in years! Zane isn’t constantly abused, he’s happy and frog man is the best character and if Lego doesn’t immediately release mini figures for frohicky and all the other minor characters that are pretty important I’m going to Sue.

also I haven’t watched the next episode but if it doesn’t explain what happened with Zane to end up with a frohicky plushie I’m going to go ballistic, alright?

Hot take but I’m glad Jay isn’t there anymore ik he’s probably going to come back but he’s honestly the worst ninja nowadays. And also, KAI CHARACTER ARC FIXED??

KAI ISNT INSUFFERABLE UNLEARNING AND RUDE ANYMORE HES AN ACTUAL GROWING CHANGING PERSON NOW, AND LIKE I USED TO HATE THE SELF INSERT NEW GUYS BUT THEYRE SO WELL WRITTEN NOW IT JUST MAKES ME LIKE EM’ and sure Aaron can get a little annoying but he’s so autistic coded like openly autistic coded he’s like “is there a social cue I’m not picking up on?” COME ON, MAN. COME ON!!

also like I said, girlie, baby, Sora, honey, you are the GOAT. WE STAN!

also if something ever happened to Zane couldnt sora just like, fix him on the spot?

my only complaint is the fact the ninja haven’t just taken off the masks before the wolf people turn all magic-y like bbg just take it off.

one last thing, JUST SAY CHIMA, WE ALL KNOW THAT GUY IS FROM LEGO CHIMA DONT HIDE IT EMBRACE IT. AAAAA

also that skeleton lady kinda..

Look I’m an undertale fan I have skeleton brainrot, ok? Don’t judge me

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr spoilers #ninjago dr s2 #dragons rising spoilers #dragons rising ninjago #dragons rising

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viktorstufftrash · 2 months ago

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The hooded beast

(Written by ViktorLsm)

Before reading!!

I need to let you know that this is an Original Story with Original Characters, completely made for fun!! And i hope you all like it!!

TW's: death, emetophobia, cannibalism.

"May 4 of 2025, Argentina, Chubut. Police report: Two hunters and five members of the police unit in the town have been reported lost and probably dead after intensive search." All the newspapers of the town and the Tv news were fighting to be the first to report this story to the people, but no one actually knew that there was more than the rumors said.

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Late at night the only sound that could be heard was the sirens of the ambulances and the police patrol cars at the entrance of the National park 'Los Alerces' it seemed like a big commotion around that night, not only the entrance was completely filled with police officers but around all the almost 300 hectares of park too

A man writhing in agony and pain was taken on a stretcher to the ambulance, one of his eyes out of his face and blood that seemed to be his covering all his body and his torn apart hunt clothes, before they put him into the ambulance he saw a group of police officers preparing to enter the park when he saw this the man yelled in a frenzy "NO! DON'T GO THERE, DONT GO THERE, DONT GO THERE!" The man called out as he squirmed on the stretcher, he's movement so frenetic that the paramedics had to push him back down into the ambulance bed "NO! NO!! NO!!! WATCH OUT FOR IT, HE'S AN ANIMAL" that was the last thing everyone could hear before the paramedics shut the door of the ambulance and started the engine to start driving fast out of the park area to the hospital

"Ha... What a nutcase" said Luis Garcia, the commander of the unit in that zone, while preparing himself to get into the park. Then one of the police officers, Benjamín Vasquez, the most young and naive officer in the unit spoke "I don't know sir that man seemed very panicked and traumatized" he turned on his flashlight and pointed it through the trail of the entrance of the park seeing how the light almost disappeared in the dark "I mean he must have seen something really scary" he looked back to the commander

"Are you afraid of ghosts officer Vasquez?" The commander said as he checked on his gun "No sir, I don't even think they exist" Benjamín said as he looked to the commander who was pointing his gun up carelessly "Good, because like people say, we don't have to fear the undead but the living" Luis approached the officer and put his weaponized hand over his shoulder "Look kid, we have a psycho killer inside that park, alright? Our job is to catch him and put him in prison" the commander said like a way of lecturing the young officer about his job, and Benjamín only nodded without saying a word "Good, now let's go" he said as he ruffles the young officer hair with the gun in hand

Now inside the park the unit walked through the woods each step getting them dragged by the dark with the only source of light being their own flashlights, they were in silence trying to hear and look up for any clues of the attacker, the night was cold and the big trees covered the sky and the dry leafs breaking under their shoes were the only sound in miles. For a moment Benjamín's flashlight started to flicker "Fuck..." He muttered as he continued walking and tried to fix his light but before he could do anything he tripped with something falling on the ground

The officer groaned not knowing how he fell "Hey, officer! You're okay?" The commander said looking at the dark spot besides him where the office has fallen "I'm fine...I'm fine, I just-" the commander pointed his light to Benjamín "Fuck..." his eyes opened as he saw the bloody scene "W-what?" Vásquez looked at him and then to his surroundings "What the hell!!?" He stood up quickly as he could and went back with the others, when he took a better look on the scene he noticed that the thing he had tripped with was a decapitated body of one of the victims of the attack

There were two victims on the scene, two big middle aged men laying on the ground covered completely in blood, well not only their bodies the ground under them too as it dripped out of the big hole where their heads were supposed to be, then the commander spoke looking at his unit "Okay, we found the others" Turned around and looked at the group "I want you four to split up in two's and search around for any clues of the whereabouts of the murderer, if there's any" Commander Garcia said to four of the five police officers he had under his command "Officer Vasquez you stay with me" Benjamín nodded and tried to compose himself before approaching the commander and the crime scene once again

The other part of the unit split up and went out of the scene, in seconds the Commander and Officer Vasquez were alone trying to see if they could find any clues in there, Luis approached the bodies looking them closer and registering them for any identity cards he looked through the pockets of the ripped and bloody clothes and when he found a wallet he didn't think twice on looking in it, found an ID card and some money, he took out the ID and then looked around to see if the officer wasn't looking at him and quickly put the wallet with the money on his pocket "I found an ID, we should keep this for when we get out of the park, you found something officer?" he said as he stood up and looked at the police officer "Not an ID, but you should see this"

The commander went to Benjamín's side and looked down to see what he was showing him, Two shotguns besides one of the bodies "It isn't weird?" Luis shook his head "No, probably the hunting guns of these two" the officer crouched and grabbed the gunshots "No that, this..." he passed the gun that was split in half to the commander then he stood up "No normal person would be capable of breaking a gun like this in two" the commander threw the gunshot back on the ground and walked away "Well that guy did said it was an animal, right? Maybe a bear did all this, you know it's full of wild animals in here" the officer sighed and kept looking around "I don't think a bear would have done this..." He said to himself in a low voice

"Ha! look at this!" Said the commander with a smile and wide eyes in his face as he approached what he saw, the police officer went behind him and almost threw up when he saw a big Huemul dead on the ground, it seemed like it had been shot right on the head "Look this officer Vasquez! Ha! Do you think the criminology department will let us keep it!?" The commander moved the body with his feet and he thought about how he would cook the animal "Uhh I don't...-" Benjamín tried to say while his sight locked on the dead eyes of the poor, now cold, animal body but the commander put an arm around the officer by the shoulders "Don't worry!! I'll invite you to the barbecue!" Commander Garcia said excitedly by thinking how good the meat of that animal would taste but the officer looked at him disgusted and moved out of his grip "N-no thanks, I don't eat meat..." He said walking back to the trail they came from "I think we should get out, bring the others and report this" the commander rolled his eyes and went with Benjamín

When they were trying to find a way to get out of the park the two heard steps behind them, the commander turned around with pointing with his light "Did you hear that?" Both of them now on alert of their surroundings once again "Yes..." Officer Vasquez said as he looked around as he could since he left behind his flashlight but out of nowhere...

"H-help" at the sound of a weak and dry voice they turned around and saw one of the members in the unit walking to them, he seemed in pain as he grabbed his own neck and arm trying to reach them, and when he attempted to speak once again he choked on his own word as blood dripped out of his mouth, to seconds later collapse on the ground facing down and all the blood covering the dirt under him

"No!" Officer Vasquez shouted as he ran to the body of their colleague, he turned around the body and tried to check for the pulse of it, nothing at all "What the fuck..." said the commander as he cleaned the nervous sweat out of his forehead as he took off his cap to try and catch his now accelerated breath

Officer Vasquez looked at his superior with the blood of his dead colleague on his hands "I don't know about you, but I'm getting the fuck out of here..." The commander said to then grab his gun in his other hand and be prepared to shoot if necessary, at that moment Benjamín's thought on calling the others with his radio but at the exact moment he moved his hand up to do it he saw in first person how Luis got jumped by something that looked like a beast, the superior cap, gun and flashlight flying away as he got dragged

"COMMANDER!!" he shouted standing up quickly but he froze in place, the commander was being forcefully pinned to a tree by the neck, a pair of big hands that pressed into his flesh making him bleed, even when he tried to kick it or grab it's wrist his strength wasn't enough compared to that thing trying to kill him, each second he lost more and more his consciousness and went he finally stopped to breath the beast moved back and stood up cleaning the blood of his hand with the wool poncho he was wearing to cover it's face, the wet blood losing itself on the dark fabric

Without saying a word the thing moved at a side to grab a big rock and without hesitating he threw it strongly over the legs of the commander then he approached where the gun and flashlight fell leaving the Body of the commander behind in the tree, then it looked at the other officer that was still beside a dead body

Officer Vasquez was unable to move, he was scared and he didn't know what to do, running was an option, but if his legs could do it he didn't even know where he could run because he was now completely lost in the woods, and that if running was even an option, after seeing how that beast attacked his superior in less than a second he was gonna die before even able to blink

The hooded beast grabbed the gun and flashlight from the ground and turned around facing the frozen in fear police officer, it walked down the trail until being completely in front of him "Down the river" a low and raspy voice spoke in the middle of the silence and officer Vasquez shivered in fear without understanding the simple words, until for a moment he could hear a stream of water nearby, something that he didn't notice before, then the beast threw the flashlight at a side and took off his poncho covering his face

That's when a scarred face of a man was revealed, it wasn't an animal, the killer was a human, that didn't make things better at all they made it worse in any case for the police officer "I-" the words couldn't come out of his throat "Go away" the man moved away back to the tree were the body of the fainted commander was and with one hand he grabbed it easily and put him over his shoulder

Quickly the police officer ran to grab the flashlight and ran fast as he could out of the park, in one moment the murderer was alone with the dead body of the commander and he walked off through the trailway

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A man groaned in pain as he woke up but for some reason he couldn't see anything, his eyes were blindfolded and quickly he felt how his hands were bound together by the wrists with a coarse rope behind the backrest of a chair and his legs were also bound by the same rope, he abruptly remembered the successions of some seconds...or hours ago. he jerked as he tried to untie the ropes but it was impossible in his position

"Stop moving" the raspy voice said as it gripped the commander's neck once again "I hate when they fucking move" said as he left his neck to walk behind him "You psycho, untie me!!" He shouted but before he could scream for help the beast quickly approached a sharp knife to his neck "Shut up before I cut your throat open" the man tensed at the touch of the cold blade and gulped his words

"Good" The beast took off the knife and put it at a side, now with free hands he removed the blindfolds off the old man eyes staying just right behind him, the commander had to take a moment for his eyes to adapt to the new ambient, even if the room was dark the dim lights of candles illuminated slightly the room, quickly he noticed the table in front of him, some candles over it and just in front of him an empty silver plate

"You must be hungry" the beast said before getting out of the dim lighted room leaving the commander alone in there, once again the old man jerked in the chair trying to get out but it was impossible, the moment he stopped to catch his own breath his eyes moved to the wooden floor then to the wall beside him and moved through it until he saw something unreal

A decapitated human head hanging as decoration on the wall but not just one, when he thought that was the worst he could see his eyes moved to other areas of the wall, more heads of dead men, some without eyes and others without their jaws, they seemed torn off by hand, His breathing began to accelerate and sweat ran down his body, he wanted to scream but he knew he couldn't, once again he jerked on the chair trying to get out of the ropes but that only caused to his wrist to burn by the friction, he groaned in pain but shut his mouth the moment the beast entered the room once again

A tray with a silver cover was on the man's hand and slowly placed it on the playe, the commander looked up at the beast only to find the scarred face of a man, it looked at him frowning and with disgust "You said you liked barbecue, right?" It said with his low raspy voice and the man didn't say anything he was frozen in place trying to analyze the situation, the beast didn't like this and quickly moved to violently grab the old man jaw and pressed it hard "Answer!" it yelled

The commander nodded quickly without thinking twice on the repercussions of his answer, the scarred man moved back once again with a look of satisfaction in his face, he put a hand over the tray cover "Then you will love this" as it pulled up the cover the hot steam got out in sink with a putrid smell, when the steam faded the old man saw what was over the tray

That was one of those moments where you would want to take off your eyes and forget what you are seeing but that wasn't an option now, the old man gulped and his breath cut off for a moment at the sight of the freshly decapitated head of one of the members of his officers unit, he looked into the dead eyes of the officer and felt like fainting, the blood was still dripping out of the ripped neck and the face had marks of the grill grates used to poorly cook the head

"What the hell is this you insane freak!!" He shouted without thinking about his words but thankfully the beast didn't go to attack him like he thought it would "Meat" it answered, the commander shook his head and jerked on the chair once again as a last try but once again he wasn't capable of getting out "When I get out of here I'm gonna make them fucking kill you!!!" He yelled once again, his heart rate going up every second, "Do you wanna go? Without eating, really?" He stopped moving as he realized what it was suggesting and shook his head but the man only smiled for a moment, went behind the chair of the commander and dragged the chair closer to the table and violently pushed down the old man head making pressure to the dead head under it, as the rancid smell going up to his nostrils he couldn't do anything else but doing what he body told he to

The commander threw up over the decapitated head adding a stronger putrid nasty smell to the mix, now he was begging internally so that he won't force him to eat it but it wasn't his best day so far, why would something slightly good happen now? Gripped by the hair he was forced to sit up straight once again and with a knife the beast started cutting the cheek of the dead head, the blade slid through the skin with a wet squelch, just like when a butcher cuts the fat from the beef, it threw the knife to the floor and grabbed the slice of cheek that he cut and moved it in front of the old man face

The commander shut off his eyes and shook his head to avoid the dead meat even approaching his mouth but it wouldn't be that easy of course, the beast grabbed once again the jaw of the other one and forcefully opened his mouth, stuffed it with the piece of meat and made the old man chew it, he cried like he never did before, choking with his own saliva as he tried not to feel the gross taste of the meat "What?! Don't you like it?! Aren't you supposed to love meat!?" He shook his head fastly from one side to the other in despair "Why?! You know it's like the same other meat you eat every day, right?! Same color! Same blood! SAME PAIN!!!" it pushed the chair of the commander making it fall down on the floor, in that moment the ropes were untied alone but instead of standing up and ran he crawled backwards until he hit the wall with his back, he looked at the scarred man face in fear "You are getting what you deserve" he said before pushing his thumbs on the eyes of the old man, he screamed in pain and writhed

The beast pushed his eyes back into the skull making them bleed and saw the man in agony under his hands until there was no more reaction and no more breath from his part, he stood up back again, looked at his hands covered in blood and carelessly cleaning them with his own shirt, looked back at the mess he made and groaned walking through the cracked floorboard to the table and with one blow turned off all the candles letting the room and the cabing fade once again in the dark

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Reporters chased around the sole survivor of the alleged attack at the National Park 'Los Alerces' asking what he had seen that night "It was a wild animal, I don't know what happened to the bodies after the attack but when I got the chance to escape I did" his story matched with the other young hunter that was took out of the park that same night before the attack to the officers unit. After some weeks the case got closed by the police station of the town and the matter was never spoke about ever again

#creepypasta #original character #the hooded beast #original story #horror story #horror #writing #creepypasta fandom #viktorart

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still don't particularly care for the concept of pride month and this time around i do actually have substantially more going on than last year's june but i had enough fun last time that i'm taking this as an excuse to watch even more lesbian films. will it be more than one? only doing woman-directed with a distinct preference for lesbians yada yada you know the deal.

movies watched:

1. D.E.B.S (2004), dir. Angela Robinson. "they're calling you a hero when really you're a slut. a gay slut." as evident by the fact that i've even managed to not watch it yet, i have kind of been avoiding this. yes, i know people go wild for this; exactly for that reason. anyway, i'm happy to have actually enjoyed it. it's fun, it's silly, it's cute. it manages to sidestep most of the ideas i had been dreading about it. jill ritchie delivers a performance worthy of any mid nineties-aughts chick-flick/romcom/whatever. the main relationship is cute enough to keep the movie running and me engaged (even if i cannot believe anyone would turn down ninotchka, my long-standing crush on margot legally blonde aside). really a new level of u-hauling. loved the french girl, who i did not notice having a singular character trait aside from being french, and who is very very cute. also had the image of scud yelling 'you will call heeeeer' at lucy every single time he was on screen. fun times; probably will watch again.

2. Simone Barbés ou La Vertu (1980), dir. Marie-Claude Treilhou. i know complimenting the lighting first thing sounds really backhanded but also the lighting really is lovely. love when a movie is actually worth looking at. simone is just my kind of character, which i imagine is a fact that's relatively well-documented. i gravitate a lot towards simones; indeed, if anyone were to have read anything i've written, you wouldn't have to look far for a character awfully much like her. i really liked this. this surprised me a bit, in all honesty, but i really did. well-made.

3. All About E (2015), dir. Louise Wadley. see movies looking like this is why i have to point out when other movies are properly lit. sad. anyway is this the sort of movie you really need to see before passing judgement? not really; it's probably what you think and your initial opinion is probably right. it's fun enough. i do wish it was more fun. just wish it leant a bit more into silly b-movie territory. e grows on you though i would like to know just how great in bed she is for trish not to just shove the door in her face. matt works alright as a sidekick; the scottish villain is so overdrawn he almost becomes the most fun character in the movie. i cannot deny fuckboy e is pretty hot. don't mind the dyke ass flannel vest either. very decent sex scene if only the movie was a bit nicer to look at. probably a bit too long despite being a ninety-minute flick; cleaning up a bit would have done wonders. it's fun but once again i wish it was just a bit more fun. it does drag a bit at points.

4. It's in the Water (1997), dir. Kelli Herd. "hey, sloan. nice tits." this, on the other hand, is fun. literally all i'm asking for; you cannot say i'm not an easy woman to please. i always miss this energy when watching modern gay flicks not joking. complete with melodramatic door-weeping and dramatic make-out music. i know sloan is a piece of work but also i think i could fix her. shameless cheese, shameless rec.

5. Sisi & Ich (2023), dir. Frauke Finsterwalder. obligatory period piece. more enjoyable than most of them. quite pretty? there were a good many shots i really liked, unfortunately mostly at the start; unsure whether the effect just wears off or it does just get a bit more boring to look at throughout. there's a painting-like quality to certain scenes. enjoyed the soundtrack, unsure about the general sound design. if i can be honest i just sort of completely lost interest halfway through. it has absolutely no reason to be quite this long, by the way. really liked the first part.

6. De chica en chica (2015), dir. Sonia Sebastián. "i want my handgun - it's my right, as an american and as a woman." fuck off this is so funny. everyone else is so wrong. i could watch several seasons of this. this is my l word. gd exactly what i needed. estefanía de los santos ily. i could not keep track of half of the look-alike lesbians but it's all good. lola i could treat you better </3. gd what a fun fucking time.

7. Tahara (2020), dir. Olivia Peace. DNF. found it genuinely annoying but also turned it off too early to want to actually say something about it. the animation was cute. i guess i liked rachel sennott in saturday night?

8. Itty Bitty Titty Committee (2007), dir. Jamie Babbit. for literal years this and D.E.B.S was one movie to me for reasons that should be obvious (and i was consequently very surprised to find that this, which i was relatively sure about being that lesbian spy movie everybody is talking about all the time, had such low reviews despite aforementioned hype). which is to say what the fuck is liam mcpoyle jimmi simpson doing here is well? oh he was married to melanie lynskey. what the fuck do you mean he was married to melanie lynskey?? anyway. difficult movie. did i like it? who's to say. okay, okay, two quick notes: 1. i watched this at like -512p, so while it feels unfair to get into any visuals when i couldn't actually... see most of it, even if it did seem disappointing, and 2. i was like. pretty tired watching this. that said: there's some real highs here. there's also some real lows. i think my main problem is that ana just isn't that interesting as a main character? and i could not be bothered at all to care about her and sadie. there's some surface-level interesting characters in the c(i)a but none of them are developed enough to even really tell them apart that much. there's not much plot but there's also not really enough atmosphere or character work or dialogue work or anything to really justify this. as a former teenage riot grrrl i should have enjoyed this more? mostly it made me want to revisit addicted to fresno.

9. Die Jungfrauenmaschine (1988), dir. Monika Treut. probably wasn't in the right mindset to really get into this; no further comments, might return later.

10. Wild Nights with Emily (2018), dir. Madeleine Olnek. look i knew i'd like this and guess what? i did! madeleine olnek might be a genius. i know i've got a dickinson compilation lying around somewhere that i probably should get around to. anyway i find dickinson already to be such a fascinating figure and i am so glad to see her represented like this. proof that you can in fact make a lesbian period piece that isn't fucking boring. so much to like here - emily and susan's relationship? mabel's narrative structure? lavina? seriously, monahan killed in this. i'd watch an entire movie exclusively about her lavina. very good.

11. Girltrash: All Night Long (2014), dir. Alexandra Kondracke. i don't even really know what to say here. girltrash is one of those things i've had like a passing familiarity with because i keep coming across the soundtrack? like i've heard by 2 a.m. frankly a ridiculous amount of times for not having watched the movie before. very sorry but literally every thought i had about this movie were completely overshadowed by holy fuck that's kelly ogden. also y'know. killola. lisa rieffel is ridiculously hot here by the way. and i fully understand everyone throwing themselves at tyler because me too but also she's a bassist so that's basically cheating. kelly is such a peace of work but also what the fuck are the dollyrots doing here? not over it. jawbreaker level cameo. anyway the movie is cute, too. i had a very specific idea about what this was going to be (based on the two pretty sorority girls on the cover of the soundtrack) and it wasn't that but it was definitely exactly what it should be.

got over the dollyrots thing, additional notes: the more i think about this the more iconic it gets. like this is just my kind of movie. like the sountrack more and more. really funny. oh, you're asking me if it's good? how the fuck should i know? truly girltrash.

12. When Night Is Falling (1995), dir. Patricia Rozema. all the outlines of a movie we've all seen before hundreds of times and that i probably wouldn't have picked up a all had i not been so enamored with the last rozema film i saw. meaning: i'm not going to compare with mermaids because that would be unfair but also... still find rozema very interesting as a filmmaker. what is perhaps slightly lacking re developing the main relationship is very much made up for with the gorgeous imagery. i wish they'd leaned into the mythology angle a bit more because for all the times they mention her teaching it it just sort of feels a bit like a missed opportunity.

13. Born in Flames (1983), dir. Lizzie Borden. fuckin' invigorating, man. just to get it out of the way: the soundtrack is incredible and so well-utilized. as for the rest of it... i'm so happy i watched this. i don't even know what else to say. probably the best of the bunch. i really liked it and words are cheap. just phenomenal.

14. Bye Bye Blondie (2012), dir. Virginie Despentes. incredibly dull sorry. could not get into it. every time it starts gesturing at something vaguely interesting we go right back in a flashback that i could not care less about. an interesting movie could probably have been made about their adult relationship. unfortunate we only see that movie for like five non-consecutive minutes. just dull on every level. the ending was cute.

15. อยากรัก ก็รักเลย / Yes or No (2010), dir. Sarasawadee Wongsompetch. wanted a cute fun little romcom, and that's exactly what i got. no complaints. it's cute, it's funny enough, the romance is decidedly alright. it's probably way too long. you ever watch those compilations of a certain storyline from a show edited together? we're not far off. it just keeps going and going and it could well have been spread out over the course of a series in small bites. it's a fun watch, though. arguably hard not to enjoy? the ladies are both stunners, too (and jane, my babiest of baby girls. felt so bad for her like baby i wouldn't do you like that </3)

16. Love Lies Bleeding (2024), dir. Rose Glass. one to finish 'em out. i don't actually really know what to say here? okay, a few disconnected points: this is probably the hottest i've ever seen kstew look (and with apologies to her recently-recovered career one particular moment of her performane did bring me straight back to twilight. sorry). i've had this lying around in my watchlist basically since it came out and in none of that time before today have i had the slightest idea what it was supposed to be about. 'you are not immune to propaganda' but the propaganda in question is dykes online being horny (did mona think, based on absolutely nothing, that this was going to be a silly action flick with some slightly gratuitous skin shots? mona did.) i do think i liked it. by and large. i do also think you could have cut ten minutes or so and sharpened it up a bit but that's neither here nor there. i love seeing movies with actual style. it's not really a genre i've engaged much with but it did all right. i am tired of a24 but this is not the movie to express that at lmao. i thought the near ending scene was wicked which might have colored my opinion on the rest of it favourably. guess i can cross that one off now.

...and happy july! that's all. had fun; happy to see there might still be more decent lesbian movies left.

#mona mona mona #did mona really edit this post either? not really!#and it's still not even pride here yet. american cultural imperialism smh #lesbian media #lesbian #lesbian film #i've had by 2am stuck in my head for an entire week now.#this post is brought to you by 'video unavailable'. some of these were watched exclusively because i couldn't manage to find what i actuall #wanted to watch. which might explain a thing or two except it won't be the ones you think!

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amethystina · 11 months ago

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Good morning/afternoon 🌸

I am interested in reading about u have added to these following fics:

Who holds the devil (is it sad ? :()

Gravitational pull (this one is very sexy and sensual. I am excited to see what u added to it !)

I hope u have a lovely day/afternoon/night 🌷 and good luck with ur health 💗

Thank u for always spoiling us 🦋

Good evening! 💜

Alright, here we go!

Who Holds the Devil

To be honest, the most recent thing I did for this fic was to look through my plans for the coming five chapters and rearrange a couple of things. Because I noticed that some scenes needed to come in a different order for the story to make logical sense.

I don't have any snippets as such (again, a lot of it is just a series of lines of dialogue xD) but what I can say is that the next chapter will focus on the trial and Ga On's therapy appointment. Though the latter might not be entirely what you all are hoping for x'D

But there will be lots of Elijah, so that's something?

Yo Han and Ga On are also going to start having somewhat more normal conversations again, either in the next chapter or the one after that (it depends on how many scenes I can fit into the next one without it getting too long). That's not to say that things will be fixed or easy by any means, but they're getting closer to finding some sort of new normal.

Whether or not that's a normal they actually want, well — that's another thing entirely.

Admittedly, this is the story I'm the most careful not to give spoilers for, so sorry for being a little less forthcoming. But I will say that as things are planned right now, chapters 43-47 will all contain scenes I've been waiting months — if not years — to write. I am seriously so excited for a lot of them and I can't wait for you all to see them.

Lots of good things to come! :D

(and by good I sometimes mean painful but I promise it'll be worth it in the end)

Gravitational Pull 2

Oh man, do I feel guilty about this one. Because it's fully plotted. I know exactly what's going to be in it and I'm really looking forward to it since it's going to explore another "what if" scenario that breaks canon, but I'm just... not writing it? For a while there it was because I know this instalment will contain sexual content and that was — and still is — a bit intimidating. But I can't say I've never done it before since I've now written Each Touch. And, in all honesty, the sex in the Gravitational Pull sequel isn't quite as intense, though arguably more ill-advised from a social etiquette standpoint — all Yo Han's fault, obviously.

In the end, I think the main reason I haven't continued — despite wanting to — is lack of time and not having been able to prioritise it. I only have so many hours when I can write and, due to all of my health issues, it's always less than I would like.

That said, I have every intention of continuing and actually have a little bit written already. The fic will continue right after the first one — or the day after, to be more precise, when Yo Han, Ga On, and Jin Joo are in the car heading towards Hyeongsan-dong and the riots.

And here's a little snippet!

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Ga On tried his best not to look at Yo Han.

The tension lay thick inside the car, the silence pushing against Ga On's eardrums. Judge Oh, who sat in the back, probably assumed it was because of the crisis at hand — apprehension at the thought of what lay ahead of them — but that was only partially true. Ga On was also struggling with an insistent, nerve-wracking hum of concern, making his spine stiff and throat tight.

Yo Han shouldn't be here. He was still injured — only a day had passed since he'd gotten shot.

No matter how grave the situation was, Yo Han should be at home, resting, not driving them to an area of Seoul that was quickly becoming as chaotic as an active war zone.

Ga On gritted his teeth — until his jaws began to hurt from the strain — and looked down at his hands. They were tightly clenched in his lap, his thumb rubbing restlessly over the other. Perhaps Ga On was being too selfish, but he didn't want Yo Han to put himself in danger like this — not when he wasn't at his best. Ga On could admit that Yo Han hid it well but since Ga On knew to look for it, he could see the subtle delay in Yo Han's movements and how he held himself slightly more rigidly than usual.

Yo Han was still in pain.

He still had a goddamn hole in his stomach but pretended that he didn't.

And Ga On had to play along, since Kang Yo Han couldn't show weakness. The people around them couldn't know that the chief judge was injured. The fact that their opponents did was already bad enough — and was probably why they chose now to try and overthrow him. They didn't think Yo Han would be able to fight back as fiercely — with as much precision — as he normally would.

They were expecting an easy victory.

But, even injured, Yo Han was a force to be reckoned with and, as always, would do whatever it took to win.

Even if it jeopardized his own well-being — and Ga On's peace of mind.

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In canon, Ga On obviously had no idea that Yo Han was injured when they were doing all this reckless shit, but here he does. And BOY does he hate it. Which I can't blame him for. But it's also not going to stop Yo Han because, well, Yo Han.

I think I'm just going to have to schedule a time to finish writing this if I want to get it done — preferably sometime soon...

Thank you so much for the ask! And you have a lovely day too :D

WIP Tag Game

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #WIP Tag Game #For real #Gravitational Pull 2 and A New Dawn are the two fics I feel the most guilty over #Because I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #But still can't seem to write on them #And that frustrates me #And it's obviously even worse now that I'm feeling so sick #Because that means it's even harder #But I have managed to write some on the next chapter of A New Dawn!#So that's something #I feel very accomplished!

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sob-dylan · 10 months ago

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I’m the passenger ending anon and I was more curious abt the last 3 minutes or so that’s all in a rosy “things are fine :)” kind of glow, it just seemed so disconnected from the rest of the movie. I LOVED bensons end scene I was eating it up Then hard cut to Things Are Ok :) Idk ! that’s why I asked bc ur no 1 passenger scholar on my dash

lol my bad, i probably should have realized that by "the ending" you meant the part that comes at the end 😅

i'll give a middling answer: it's alright. i mean, let's be honest, the passenger's strength isn't it's screenplay. there's a lot of good story in what mr. jack stanley wrote, but some of the pacing's a little bit awkward and a few things here and there don't make a ton of sense. that all kinda comes to a head in the last scene. but i don't want to throw too many stones, because i'm definitely no great writer, and i've alway found endings especially difficult. and ultimately, i do think the ending works.

even though it's a rough transition from the penultimate scene to the final scene, i appreciate that they took some time to show the positive aftereffects of randy's no good very bad day. there's a definitely a lot of information packed into that very short scene, and some of it feels cool, some of it feels weird. i'm glad that randy's standing up to his mom and going to hang out with friends. but who are these friends? did he have friends before that he just didn't mention? or did he make new ones between his kidnapping and now? his arm's still in a sling, so it feels like not that much time has passed . . . i like that he's kept in touch with ms. beard, but i hope he's doing a little more job-wise than just babysitting for her. his scene with hardy in the beginning showed us that he's in dire need of imagining a substantial future for himself. maybe he could teach! or become a librarian! i do like that they brought in ms. beard's daughter tessa, because for me the movie is all about children. it's about hurt children! and it's about how we need to do a better job of loving and helping and protecting our children! i know some people think it's pretty morbid and fucked up that randy teaches tessa the game that took her mom's eye out, but i actually think it's great that randy can accept that, yeah, it was just an accident, and he can trust himself to play this game for children without history repeating itself. and if it does, if tessa takes his eye out, then he can help her be strong and forgiving of herself like he's learned to be.

i'll admit that's it's all a little bit too tidy and saccharine. so i'm grateful that there are hints that randy's isn't totally fixed. if anything, he's got new, sexier, and possibly even worse problems. this is evidenced in three ways: he's got benson's jacket, someone was doodling a picture of two guys in a car (i've seen some people posit that randy drew the picture, but i hear that and think *jenna maroney voice* "did you draw that, randy? you might need help, because that is awful for an adult." i also think it's hilarious and sad and wonderful if randy found a way to tell tessa about him and benson and she illustrated it), and then finally we get the last shot as icing on the "oh boy this guy's gonna be fucked up forever" cake.

yes the ending is a bit clunky and perhaps even tonally out of step, but the last shot kinda made the whole movie for me. when i first saw the camera pan over to the stuffed animals and "supersoaker md50" kicked in, i SCREAMED! that was so killer! it was heart-wrenching! it was funny! and it was a good time! just like the whole movie! so yeah, the entire end scene maybe isn't all that great, but that last shot was. idk how i would have made the ending any better, so one great final shot is good enough for me.

#lmao no 1 passenger scholar on your dash that's very nice thank you :)#the no 1 passenger scholar on my dash is probably bensonapologist #i read their posts like one might read a quite funny but often quite macabre stock report #the passenger #also sorry it took me a while to respond to #i wanted to get a little tipsy for therapy tonight and then i had to deal with the consequences of that decision:#i.e. typing my response and thinking about this god awful movie while being a little tipsy

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r-u-shtn-me · 1 year ago

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Unforgettable

Pairing: my fav dumb and dumber wolf duo aka THIAM

Words: 2769 (maybe more cus i keep going back and editing :,)

an: this literally sat in my drafts for months, basically Malia/Kira dance scene but thiam version, english isn't my native language so any grammar/spelling mistakes are on me, i never wrote a fic before but i feel like this turned out alright, please be kind!

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(play: Applause-Lady Gaga)

This is definitely not how Liam expected to spend his friday night. Ironically the first thing that would probably come to anyone’s mind when thinking about teenage life, specifically at the end of a busy week would be to take a breather and head out clubbing.

Now, that wasn’t the actual issue, an average eighteen year old would most likely be expected to spend their night out dancing until their feet hurt and pass out drunk five minutes later. The problem was, having a dozen of hunters attempting to murder you right on the dance floor wasn’t exactly average teenage life, was it? That’s how Theo and Liam found themselves, blowing up their mission, obviously a certain someone did not know when to give up and acted on impulse, shocking right? “Something’s happening”, Liam whispered nervously. “I know”, they both looked around for a split second, Theo ran his hand through his hair as he stepped forward and lowered his head closer to Liam’s face, a little bit too close for Liam’s liking.

He could feel Theo’s minty breath heating up his skin and the all too familiar signature woody cologne making him dizzy and dulling his senses, but keeping him glued to the earth just for a split second. Head spinning and heart beating so loud it felt like someone was hammering at his rib cage from inside, he clenched his jaw tight, his teeth felt like cracking. “What do we do?”, he was getting anxious again, and tapped his foot as he looked around checking for an exit, just as Unforgettable mashed up with the previous song, the volume audibly increasing. At least the music choices in this club were nice enough and didn’t make his ears bleed too much.

If it were for any other friday night, he might’ve given up on his pained expression and drowned himself in wolfsbane spiked beer. Unfortunatly this wasn’t the case.

(play: Unforgettable)

Both of them could see hunters lurking around from the corner of their eyes, talking into their walkies and covering every existing exit in their field of view.

It’s not good enough for me, since I been with you, ooh.

“Blend in”, said Theo with his typical smirk while he shaked his head to the beat of the music and fixed his stare on Liam and Liam only, taking a step back. “Dance with me dumb ass”, he said, rolling his eyes at Liam.

It’s not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me, I know

“Oh”, now, Liam wasn’t exactly the best dancer and having to “blend in” in a loud, busy environment, from hunters did not help at all. Still, he tried and forced himself to dance, hitting no beats, not even by accident and somehow managing to draw attention even more on them, him.

I’m gonna catch the rhythm while she push up against me

He had no other option, the plan was already in motion and Scott was trusting both him and Theo to go through with it until they played their part and got things done. It was already hard enough to convince Scott that him and Theo would work best if paired up, even if things were way different now and some forgave Theo, Liam included, no one forgot the past but the majority agreed that having as many allies as possible is better than making more enemies.

And you are unforgettable I need to get you alone

Stiles and Malia, disagreed, mostly Malia but even she seemed to suck it up, giving into logic more than personal hatred. If Scott could “move on” so could she, more or less anyway.

A fuckin’ good time, never hurt nobody

Liam seemed to tolerate him enough and could never shut up about his responsibility and the need to keep his eyes on him just in case, annoying everyone, even more than Theo’s presence alone.

If you loved the girl then I’m so, so sorry

So time moved as it did and Theo attended pack meetings every now and then, getting updates and helping out in whichever way he could, just like he was doing now. A bad decision on his part, he was getting dragged along in every stupid idea Liam decided to conjure and liked to snarky complain about it even though he followed him everywhere.

Ooh, like we in a hurry No, no I won’t tell nobody

Getting dragged along with Liam in a risky attempt of gaining more information about Monroe’s whereabouts would’ve preferably not been on top of the list of things he wished to do.

You’re on your level too Tryna do what lovers do

Surprisingly, even if Liam’s dance moves were terrible from Theo’s point of view, he did not bark out any nasty remarks, instead, he resumed on letting a mocking smile display on his face, occasionally looking around the dance floor. It seemed as if the hunters were getting aggravated by not finding them. Liam’s face had an exasperated expression stapled on, he tilted his head to the left and rolled his eyes. He was trying his very best and seeing Theo sway to the music so easily was pissing him off. “Calm down”, Theo stepped forward again, this time grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close. “What are you doing?��, Liam’s anxiety was replaced by confusion and his tensed body warmed up quite fast, all the heat going to his face decorating his cheeks with a rose-tinted dusty blush.

And you are unforgettable I need to get you alone

His heart betrayed him and skipped a beat, no way in hell Theo did not hear it, at that point there was basically no distance between the two. “I told you to blend in, not get us caught”, even if he was right, Liam would never admit it. Instead of responding to Theo’s mean remark he allowed him to lead the way and let himself get carried around like a puppet.

It’s not good enough for me, since I been with you, ooh

He raised his hands on Theo’s shoulders, locking them behind his neck leaning in and swaying left and right in a coordinated rhythm. They were both smiling at each other, if you would ask Liam it was all part of “blending in” of course, nothing else.

I’m gonna catch the rhythm while she push up against me

His heart rate picking up was caused by the hunters circling around them and speaking into their walkies, not for any other reason at all. Now, Theo on the other hand seemed to enjoy this way too much for it to only be an act, the thought of it stung a bit but Liam told himself this was not the reason they were here for, pushing away his nagging unreasonable thoughts.

I peeped you from across the room Pretty little body, dancin’ like go-go, ayy

He allowed his mind to empty itself and relaxed fully into the strong arms gripping at his waist and lower back, raising his own even higher while Theo started to bend lower closing his eyes with a drunk smile on his face, letting his head fall back.

And you are unforgettable I need to get you alone

Oh he was definitely enjoying this, Liam’s frustration and shyness added to it. He let out an unimpressed sigh, looking up past Theo’s shoulder as his right cheek rested on the other man’s neck, the temptation of biting into it was quite high given the fact he was shitted on for his non existing dance moves for the past 6 or so minutes. The hunters were not giving up, even worse some of them made their way into the ring to get a closer look but at least no one else was staring at them anymore which Theo took as a win.

Ooh, why not?

Still, they had to do more than simply dance to get them off their back.

A fuckin’ good time, never hurt nobody

Theo took it to another level by grabbing Liam’s left wrist, not a moment later interlocking their fingers, which resulted in the former snapping his head back and looking straight into the chimeras eyes, his cheeks turning a crimson red. He was met by Theo’s soft gaze and playful smirk. “It’s only us here”, he said gently.

If you loved the girl then I’m so, so sorry

Now they were so close their breaths mingled and their noses touched. Somehow, Theo’s hand slipped under Liam’s dark shirt and rested itself above his hip, burning right into his skin.

Oh, like we’re in a hurry No, no I won’t tell nobody

Liam had to remind himself once again, these gestures were purely out of desperation to get the hunters off their back and get the hell out of there, nevertheless his breathing became erratic and his legs felt like they melted into the floor.

You ain’t enough for me Too much for you

Their barely-there height difference made it harder for Liam to look up but it was for the better, it wasn’t as if he wanted Theo to see his face anyway, given the fact he was the reason for his burning cheeks. “See, it’s not that hard”, they were still dancing, the tempo was slower than before, the song was coming to an end and the lights were changed to blue and purple hues.

Too much convo for twenty-four hours

Liam was out of breath from all the tugging around and sneaky touching that was happening and resorted to a not too genuine accusing glare directed at the boy that was still holding him locked in place.

She left her man at home She don’t love him no more

Liam tried his very best to compose himself and turned his head to the left checking to see if at least the hunters scattered around more, and cleared an exit. “Do I need to remind you, It’s your fault we’re in this situation”, Theo scrunched up his nose and grabbed Liam by the chin forcing him to turn and look him in the eyes.

I want you mind and your body

“And? it’s another Friday, what’s your point?”, truth is, if they left when Theo suggested and called if off as soon as they heard what was needed to, then maybe they could’ve made it in time to Theo’s truck and run for it.

Don’t mind nobody

But no, the angry beta was sure there was something else going on and had to double check before ruining their only chance at gaining the upper hand on Monroe, so obviously they were seen and instead of turning right like Theo said, Liam proposed they took a left and ended up here, on the dance floor.

And you are unforgettable I need to get you alone

“My point is, actually letting the others know what we found out would’ve been more productive, don’t you think?”, he said tilting his head to the left and letting his lips gently scrape by Liam’s ear while speaking.

Now you wanna choose (ooh)

“Besides if you wanted to take me out on a date, you could’ve just asked, you know?”, now he was doing it on purpose, Liam could tell.

Why not?

He retread back but not too far, still taking up most of Liam’s personal space, his frustration turned to annoyance quickly and he pinched Theo’s neck throwing him a pissed off glance.

Ooh, like we in a hurry No, no I won’t tell nobody

It seemed like the hunters were getting closer to the two of them so Theo had to think quick and honestly it might’ve been the heat of the moment or some locked away desire but what happened next not only did it seem to work at clearing an exit and having most of the hunters walk past them, completely ignoring their presence but it stunned Liam so hard his vision got blurry, his mind and body acted on their own accord though, or so he swore.

Tryna do what lovers do

(play: Chains-Nick Jonas)

“What, as If I’d ever- He was shut up by having his mouth sealed into a heated messy kiss, his face was caged in between strong hands, slightly chapped lips and at that point the music was just drowning out his mind even more, the lyrics didn’t even make sense anymore and their moves slowed down.

His hands moved on their own, up to Theo’s shoulders and his lips parted just right, allowing the chimera’s tongue to wander and explore all it wanted, the taller man let one of his hands roam on the others back, lifting it to his neck and bringing him even closer if possible. Liam’s own got tangled up in Theo’s hair, they parted just a little but not for long as they got pulled into it again like magnets at a different angle this time, the exit was right there but staying here as time seemed to slow down was tempting enough. It felt like one of those scenes in the movies his mother watched with teary eyes and stuffy nose, he didn’t really see the appeal until Hayden made her way into his heart, and he didn’t understand them fully until she left. That was until recently, when him and the man standing right in front of his face were brought together by the impending war left behind, his heart allowed itself to feel again, his mind on the other hand, did not agree. As lazy hands found their way under Liam’s shirt once again grabbing at his lower back, he let his head get tilted and allowed Theo’s hot lips to plaster soft kisses along his jaw and up his neck, lastly right next to his right ear.

“Liam”, his voice was shaky and his breath tickled Liam’s neck. “Liam, we have to go”, the moment ended, his eyes slowly opened and the beta woke up as if he was put under a spell for the past few minutes. He tried to form an answer back but nothing came out.

“Come on”, Theo grabbed his hand and interlocked their fingers the second time that night, he let himself get dragged out the dance floor and out the door, down the stairs.

As their pace quickened Liam’s distress crept up again, what did he do. Luckily for them the hunters gave up not too long ago and seemed to have left before them. No other cars in sight except Theo’s familiar truck hidded a few meters off the street in an unlit area. He wanted to dig a hole right then and there and bury himself in it, this was going to bite him in the ass later, he could feel it already. He knew the chimera was the one that initiated it as a last resort, it made no difference for him. This was not supposed to happen, they blew their cover and the information they acquired was now most likely useless. His hand was clammy in Theo’s hold and his head felt like exploding, the taller man broke off the silence. “Cut it out already, you reek of anxiety, it’s making me throw up”. Theo snapped tugging on Liam’s hand harder, pulling him towards his truck, it felt like an attempt at removing a 5 year’s old glued eyes from a toy store showcase. “I fucked up”, he let his head down and climbed in the passenger seat, Theo wanted to punch him. “Doesn’t matter”, he inserted the key into its place and turned on the car, snapping his head in Liam’s direction and letting his right hand rest on his thigh. The beta jumped at the sudden contact. “You don’t get it, do you?”, Liam’s turned to stare out the window. “This isn’t about us anymore, everyone’s counting on it”, he sighed and let his hand rest on top of Theo’s. “I know”, now it was Theo’s turn to flinch. “It’ll work, I promise”, he offered a smile and turned his palm upwards squeezing at Liam’s warm hand for a fleeting moment and letting go just as quick. “I’ll let Scott know we’re heading back”, at least that he could do without fucking it up, Liam mentally slapped himself and whined loudly. He quickly texted Scott and locked his phone throwing it on the back seats as he sunk into his own. This was going to be a long night, and he added to it by ruining their part of the plan.

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If you could form a crew out of any one piece character from any media consisting on ten people, who would you chose and why?

Now that I have more or less calmed down from the boop war, here we go!

You want me to make a One Piece crew out of 10 people from different media, right? I'm gonna give myself the little rule that I'm only allowed to take one character per fandom, otherwise my crew might end up being, like, half LXG or something. Also, another thing I'll be taking into account is how well the characters I'd pick would do in the world of One Piece because some people would just not have a good time there. And we're assuming that everyone gets more or less isekai-ed into the OP world, so they're not taking any technology stuff or fandom-specific powers with them (sadly). SO! Here we go!

Every crew needs...

A captain

A navigator

A doctor

A chef

A carpenter/shipwright

... and would benefit from having...

A swordsman

A gunslinger/sniper

A helmsman

fun people

10 people you say? Alright, here are my picks!

The Captain

You might not know who this is, but I pick Lukas from the Jim Knopf und Lukas der Lokomotivführer series.

(no gifs, how sad...)

Why? Because a good captain needs to have leadership qualities. People need to trust them and they need to be able to hold the crew together. And Lukas can definitely do that. Also, he can kick ass if he wants to. Generally, I think he'd thrive in the world of One Piece. And he knows a thing or two about fixing steam engine locomotives, so... Submarine pirate ship??? Steampunk-esque? Even if not, I'm convinced he could figure out how to work on a regular pirate ship as well. He's an engineer, he'll figure it out. Also also we need someone to babysit the rest of the crew and he is Dad™

The Navigator

So, this was actually tough, but then it hit me: DATA! MY BELOVED!

Someone let Data go to the world of One Piece, he would love it! And he would make for an excellent navigator, so his spot here is very deserved. Lukas can teach him about humanity and the beauty of life - they'd be such a perfect duo. Also, can definitely kick ass. And probably fix a ship. Also would hate the World Government despite the fact that he "has no emotions".

The Doctor

Some of you might call me stupid for this, but I picked none other than Doctor Henry Jekyll. His LXG version specifically.

LXG Henry is actually a medical doctor, as suggested by most scenes he's in, and he's got Hyde for when he needs to kick ass. I feel like he'd do well in the world of One Piece once he gets used to it. And the fact that he's a Victorian era doctor is actually helpful because the One Piece world doesn't have modern-day medical equipment widely available but that won't bother Henry because he never had it to begin with. Also he could probably mix together some substances to give his crew a strength boost once he gets over his guilt and fear of creating another HJ7. Also also I think talking to Lukas and/or Data would fix him.

The Chef

My pick would have to be Louis LeBeau from Hogan's Heroes.

I was originally considering Julieta Madrigal from Encanto, but LeBeau especially probably knows how to work with limited or sub-par rations and that's very helpful as a pirate. Also, he's small, so there's less space for the anger to go - which is bad news for the World Government, the Marines, and any hostile pirate crews.

The Carpenter/Shipwright

Okay, hear me out: Justus Jonas.

I think he could do it. My man knows how to tinker, he can probably work out how to fix a ship and have fun with it. It would be a challenge for his mind to learn it, which he would appreciate, and just generally the social climate of this little pirate crew I'm building would be good for him. Multiple parental figures, fellow autistic people... Fantastic! He'd get along with Data, right? Right??? Probably. And I'm convinced he could kick ass if he wanted to.

The Swordsman

At first I was a bit stuck with who to put here. I considered my beloved Diego Hargreeves (for the "get loved on, idiot" of it all) but then it hit me. We need the swordsman of all time... We need Link!

If Link is mute, that's not even a problem. Data will teach him sign language in no time. Easy! Just... don't let him into the kitchen.

The Gunslinger / Sniper

Okay, hear me out on this... My pick is the one and only Templeton "Faceman" Peck. Could technically be either the 80s or 2010 version since both have the potential to be silly, but the 80s version just fits in better here.

I mean, look at him! Tell me he wouldn't get along with the likes of Sanji. Also, he needs to see Momoiro Island, for reasons. I feel like a lot of people don't know that Face is the main sniper of the A-Team but he is! And his con-man abilities are a HUGE added bonus.

The Helmsman

This position was the first I filled and it has to go to the one and only Gordon Malloy.

Gordon can fly anything, so I'm convinced he could 100% learn how to steer a ship too. After all, we're in the world of One Piece. Not all ships are steered with steering wheels. And especially if it's actually a submarine this crew is on, it might have controls more similar to ones he's familiar with. Fighting-wise, I actually don't know if he'd be any good. He's a wild card. But I am convinced that he'd have a devil fruit, because my man has a history of eating things he's not supposed to because they look fun/tasty. He probably would kick ass with that devil fruit since he has the imagination needed to make it work.

Now, since I still have two spots left on my crew, time for...

Fun people!

Fun person #1 has to be George Luz.

He's here for the chaos, and I'm here for that. Him in combination with any of the people on this list is what I want to see. Silliest of all silly geese.

And for te tenth person... I honestly don't know! You know, just for the hell of it, get one of the Hargreeves siblings in here. Actually, this spot belongs to Diego, simply because he got beaten out of the swordsman spot by Link.

One sentence: Get loved on, idiot! That's why he's there.

There we go! That's it! This was really fun :)

(I don't have the energy to proofread this, I hope you don't mind)

#ask #lukas der lokomotivführer #data #henry jekyll #louis lebeau #justus jonas #templeton peck #gordon malloy #george luz #diego hargreeves #one piece

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