#I wanted him to have a cake that said number one leader

[rubywithecat]

JjK men when you are too innocent for them(fem. reader)

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Here’s little update! Sorry for taking long to upload this, I have a lot of drafts but haven’t made them into posting cuz I’m again busy for school application and preparing for my April intake at language school in Osaka. Hope you enjoy this, luvs!

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Satoru Gojo

-He likes the way you look at him with inspiring wide eyes when he told you smth you don’t know. It’s his weakness and he thinks it’s so cute and u can make him die for u with that look. But not when you told him a guy told you that he want to do doggy with u that u didn’t know what that mean so u asked if he knows. He suddenly silent and then, “Who is that guy?” He asked with a frown. “Why? Is that a bad joke or smth?” U asked him, worried. He looked down at you, starring at your innocent eyes and oh fckkk his thoughts filled with lust over your innocence, he grinned “Do u want me to show you?” then pushed you to lie down on couch and licked his lips. “I will fcking murder that pervert later but for now, let me take care of you first” said he.

Toji Fushiguro

-You just started working at a bar and Toji and his friends are regulars there. “Hey new girl, don’t you know how to serve us, pretty?” A man from their group yelled, looking at you like a dish. U didn’t like that but you don’t know what he mean either. “Umm… do u want me to take another order, sir…?” U asked, nervously. The men laughed but stopped by Toji. “Dudes, don’t scare out of this innocent kid” he looked you up and down. U were scared and stepped back a little. He chuckled then, stood up and stepped closer and closer to you. He touched your face and lifted it to look at him. How cute ur resisting his strength he thought. “U don’t need to serve those bastards. U only have to serve me” he grabbed your waist. “Give me your number” he whispered. “I’m not interested in you” you pushed him but it didn’t work. He smiled. “Don’t worry, I will find it out later”

Kento Nanami

-You’re an intern and being hit on by a lot of guys at workplace cuz of your beauty. They took advantage of your friendliness and innocence that see good in everyone. One day, you were printing something and suddenly, your colleague shamelessly flirt with you which makes you so uncomfortable. “Do you wanna come drink with me tonight? We can go love place later” he asked. “What is the love place?” you asked. “Oh well, it just a place where you can watch movie and chill” he lied. “So r u up to it?” he asked but interrupted by Nanami. “I thought flirting at workplace is forbidden” he reminded the guy. “If u don’t wanna lose your job, step out”. The guy looked scared, “Yes, sir…I’m so sorry” he said and left. Nanami turned back to you which you were just starring. “How on earth you don’t know what is love place is?” He sighed. “You look like you are easy to deceive” he said. “I’m sorry… thanks a lot anyway” u said before you left and he was surprised it made his heart beat so fast.

Megumi Fushiguro

-He was busy but when you phoned him, he pick up. “Megumi!” U said. “Yeah what’s up again” he said. “A guy in my class dm me like how about we sexting… like what does that mean? Did he spelled that wrong or smth?” You asked. Megumi was stunned. “How do you not know about it” he sighed. “Just block the guy”. “I can’t! He’s our project leader” you said. “Give me his number I will ask him what does that mean for you, ok?” He asked, so you did. Later that day, when that guy see you at school, he looked so frightened and randomly apologizing to you and begging for forgiveness, which made u so confused.

Suguru Geto

-You started dating him a few months ago and he’s comfortable enough to ask you this. “So, what’s your body count?” He asked as he watched at you eating a cake. “Huh?” You asked, confused. “Body count?”. He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? It’s ok if you’re uncomfortable talking about it” he said. “No like I don’t know what you mean… is it like in a game?” You asked which made him laughed so hard. “Guess it’s zero then” he smirked. “Seriously what’s that?” U asked again. “Never mind you will see what it mean later” he said as he wiped the cream on your lips with tissue.

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[ryo-apologist]

Shiggy's Slutty Lil' Waist

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass, talk about crop tops on men and gray sweatpants. Don't like? Bully me it'll be foreplay <3 /j

AN: I saw a picture of Johnny Depp in a crop top. We all know the one. And yk what? Shiggy has the same slutty lil waist. And so far all three of my posts have been about Shiggy. Will that change? Idk ask me next week. It's my comfort character and I can seek toxic comfort WHEN I WANT-

~Darling XOXO

☾ Shigaraki Tomura has the sluttiest fucking waist.

☾ That's it. That's the post.

☾ No, I'm kidding. I'll elaborate for thirsty whores like me. And Barbie. Shout out to them.

☾ Shigaraki obviously has the fits going for him. Name one outfit he wore that didn't slap. Exactly. You can't. So contrary to what people think, I think Shigaraki takes a bit (Not a lot, do not get me wrong) of care in how he looks. He has an image to maintain after all. How can he be expected to be the big, bad leader of the LOV if he doesn't look like it.

☾ That being said, I think at some point it just comes naturally to him to dress in ways that suit his body.

☾ And we all know he has the body to do so. After he left that big ol' test tube? Did y'all SEE his arch? Fuck man I couldn't arch better if I TRIED. Like,-

☾ Okay before this post turns into a tiktok comment section on the thirstiest of Gojo Edits, let me continue.

☾ My point here, is he probably doesn't dress like we see in the anime all the time. That would get tiring. Drain his mana level if you would. And he needs time to recharge.

☾ So, In this essay post, I'm here to argue that Shigaraki Tomura wears crop tops that barely brush past his nipples to show off his slutty little waist.

☾ You know, the shirts that had a hole in the front? Instead of sewing them like a reasonable man, he rips them from that hole all the way around. Which means his crop tops vary in length. Every single one of them.

☾ And that leaves perfect access for you to wrap your hands around his waist and just hold him like that. He hates it. No, he doesn't.

☾ In all truth, Shigaraki loves the feelings of your hands on his midsection because it's such an intimate place to him. He loves feeling you touch him with no fear, even though he knows the second he's done with you, he's taking those hands and dusting you.

☾ Y'all didn't think I was about to turn my greatest number one villain into a *gasp* nice person, did you? /lh

☾ Sorry, not here. Shigaraki does not do love. Only with me, dw guys I'll treat him right :). He's a man with needs that get in the way of his bigger plans. Sorry, not sorry.

☾ Anyway, trail your hands up his ribs and play with his nipples. Pinch them and roll them between your thumb and forefinger. It buys you another day. Additionally, you get to play with his fat tits.

☾ He has one shirt that he outgrew after his transformation that absolutely hugs his double dee, mommy milking, calcium cannon, honga-bazongas, dippin dots, whatyoudoingouthere withallthattiddies, boinga boinga, bouncing bangers.

☾ This one magically turned into a crop top. It was crazy. Shoutout to whoever put it in the wash to shrink it. They a real one.

☾ It was me.

☾ And it's like that one meme of the guy looking at something with his pecs right there and the lady is just O-O at them. Which...Yeah me too.

☾ Anyway, he wears it all the time because he's convinced it still fits.

☾ Play with his...pecs... through the shirt. He has the most sensitive nipples and it just brushes against them just right and...He likes it is all I'm gonna say.

☾ Now, I know what we're all thinking, 'Darling, what about the pants?' And Darling's got you, baby cakes.

☾ I only tease in the bedroom :)

☾ Grey sweatpants season is EVERY season for this man. He's got like three pairs he cycles through. Kurogiri HATES them. He tries to throw them out and replace them with sensible jeans or slacks.

☾ Never works. He's like a raccoon with stocks of them EVERYWHERE.

☾ Anyway, so he's got his gray sweats and his slutty little crop tops. Let me paint this picture for Y'all.

☾ Shigaraki Tomura wearing a tight white t-shirt that's shrunk into a crop top, clinging to his chest as he stretches his arms above his head, biceps straining against the fabric. His toned abdomen is constricting with his every breath of his, on full display along with the angles of his slutty lil' waist. Your eyes follow down to his belly button and following the trail of white hairs that lead to his v-line, the waistband of his pants just barely clinging to his hips but hugging the delicious outline of his cock, which, while even flaccid, is enough to make anyone drool.

☾ Y'all seeing the vision now? Because I do.

☾ I'm seeing the vision. I'm salivating over the vision. I'm ready to turn into a Gojo fan girl at this point. Like I'm drooling. No lube. No protection. No-

☾ And if you start playing with his tits like this? In this outfit?

☾ He's trying to swat you away, you're getting in the way of his game, but your hands are feeling too good. He's only half paying attention to the pixels anyway, but it's about the principle of letting you get your way.

☾ But you can see you're winning with the way his cock twitches in his pants, throbbing in plain sight.

☾ Your lips trace along his neck and suddenly the pause screen pops up. There's a dark patch already soaking through his pants and they're lose enough your fingers can dip right past the band and trace along his shaft.

☾ He's already groaning, debating if this is worth his time. Worth the distraction.

☾ When your pretty little fingers wrap around his cock and give it a firm tug, he decides it is.

☾ Do not think he rolls over and let's you do as you please however.

☾ No, no, no. He's pulling you over the couch and pinning you as he gets rid of the bigger distractions stopping from doing exactly what he wants.

☾ If he leaves you a dripping, drooling mess on the couch, that's your own fault really.

☾ But who really cares at that point, because in the end, you won anyway <3

☾ But FUCK does Shiggy have a slutty lil' waist.

[ghouldtime]

A small drabble based on this post https://www.tumblr.com/ghouldtime/762071216041426944/who-was-going-to-tell-me-that-captain-john-price?source=share

The flames flickering atop the small, chocolate birthday cake plopped square on Captain John Price's would've made for a picture perfect commemorative scene and a heartwarming gesture, if it weren't for two glaring things.

It wasn't his birthday

The two waxy numbers that stood in the middle said 55

John Price was a man of many things and facets held underneath his Captain title: A top SAS Agent, a decorated hero who had more enough ribbons and metals to fill a wall, a driven man and leader who earned his rank tooth and nail, a man who displayed that title and his accomplishments proudly. What he most certainly was not was 55.

The smatterings of a few silver hairs woven into his brown locks surely weren't that bad.

"MacTavish." He spoke as he shifted back into the leather desk chair, the well-worn bearing creaking in protest.

The sergeant's congratulatory smile shifted into a confused furrow of his brows and a small frown as he reluctantly shifted forwards. The lack of his callsign or even his first name immediately had the younger man on edge, listening to his captain.

"Aye, sir?" He spoke, his brows lowered further as he wracked his brain to figure out what he did wrong.

Captain Price's gaze found his for a long, few moments as he remained silent. The steady tick-tick-tick of the old clock mounted to the wall cut through the otherwise pressing silence that spoke louder than any yelling ever could have.

Folding his hands over his lap, he regarded him with a blank expression. His attention briefly flickered over to Gaz who stood right behind him, the slight confusion if not innocence to this deed mirrored Soap's expression.

"Is that how old you think I am?"

Soap blinked once, twice, and then seemed even more confused. The perpetuality of being a FNG (Fucking New Guy) hasn't waned over the months, apparently. He still very clearly had much left to learn.

"Well, that's what Ghost said." He answered almost meekly after a few seconds, the thick brogue that lilted his words seeming even thicker, trying drastically to avoid any answer that could end up with him scrubbing the bathroom floors with a toothbrush yet again.

Go figure, that sardonic bastard.

He should've expected it. No one else could've thoroughly convinced them that he was ready for the retirement home with a straight face like Ghost.

A sigh escaped his lips as he brought a weathered hand up to his face, running it down until it rested on his bearded chin. Covering his mouth, he stared at the flickering candles that mockingly stood, melting more and more into the cake as their form slowly ebbed away.

Serves them right, those infernal waxy devils didn't deserve to exist in his presence.

He didn't want to think about those numbers existing for quite a few more years - if he was lucky enough to even make it to then.

Blowing out the candles without much fanfare, he plucked them off and placed them to the side. He'd carve them into a 38 later and stuff them under the lieutenants pillow, full of frosting and all.

They're lucky that today he felt nice enough save the gentle lecture about not believing Ghost, no matter how serious he sounded, when it came to things like this later. For now, the pressing matter of getting rid of the cake stood at higher priority.

But before he could pick up a fork and knife, he took up a pen and wrote in his personal agenda.

Note to self: convince everyone that Ghost is 56.

[sun-stricken]

Hello. I absolutely love your Fairy Tail head-canons, especially about demon slayer Gray. Feel free to take or leave these little ideas. Always love when you post <3

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Imagine Team Natsu has to rent a vehicle or something and they require actual legal paperwork like a birth certificate and address or something like that (more than just “guild business! Gonna need this!”). Lucy doesn’t want to rent it because there is no way she’s going to be responsible for the inevitable damage. Erza, being the leader and a good friend volunteers. A few minutes later she comes back out, puzzled.

Erza: “why would they need a birth certificate? Shouldn’t me being present be proof enough of my existence?”

Gray starts snickering in the background. Natsu goes in next but comes out even earlier than Erza, cause at least Erza had a probably legal address at Fairy Hills, Natsu on the other hand lives in a house in the woods.

By the time Wendy goes in the receptionist is exasperated. “Yes I understand you are with Fairy Tail but that isn’t until page three of the paper work. None of you have made it past the first page.”

Gray finds this all very amusing.

Lucy: “Since you find it so amusing why don’t you go register, Gray!?”

Gray: mutters something

Natsu: “What do you mean you’re legally dead?!”

Cause you know, Ur just found a kid (the only survivor) and just decided to keep him. Oh, no official rescue crews didn’t show up until two days later? My kid now :)

The search and rescue teams never found any survivors in Gray’s old town so everyone was pronounced dead. The magic council or whoever is in charge of that stuff is also disorganized enough that no one realized that Gray Fullbuster is both a famous wizard and supposedly dead. So, just, Gray technically being considered legally dead the entire time he was at Fairy Tail.

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Also, the slayers all going out on a job together(the dragon slayers had to drag Gray). The job turns out to be a trap (surprise!) and the floor just opens up revealing a giant vehicle.

Dark mage: “Ha-ha! I have bested the dragon slayer! The most powerful mages-“spots Gray just chilling, perfectly fine and not motion sick. “what are you doing?” Cause the guy was planning to capture dragon slayer, not whatever a demon slayer was (the dark mage didn’t even know demon slayers were a thing). Gray defeats the dark mage but holds it over Natsu’s head for a week.

After that anytime a large group of dragon slayers takes a job together they take Gray along for “extra security during transportation” or just extra security in general.

I also head-canon that each type of slayer magic has its own unique weakness. Dragon slayers get severely motion sick. God slayers are claustrophobic. Demon slayers cannot handle sweets. If Gray gets even a whiff of cake or any other dessert his gag reflex acts up and he gets really nauseous and other stuff like that. He of course hid it at first (he was afraid Erza would disown him) but eventually everyone learned about the weakness of demon slayers. Natsu teases him about it but never pushes it too far to the point of accidentally making Gray really sick.

Anyways, sorry for the long ask. Feel free to expand on anything. Always love some good slayer bonding head-canons and just Fairy Tail head-canons in general. <3

This was so much fun to make tbh so domt apologize, i love long asks <3 and thank for for what you said ant my posts! theyre fun to make so im glad ppl enjoy them

Oh, you have no idea how often ive though about Gray being legally dead, my personal favorite scenario is him trying to fix it and prove himself alive but cant

“How the fuck would i know my social security number??? i was eight years old! i had no reason to know!!!”

There was no dna or finger-print records of him or his family so he couldn’t prove it that way either. Apparently, declaring someone born or dead is easier than someone ‘resurrected’. To the law Gray of Isvan is dead and although Gray of Fiore bares similarities, they are two different people.

But ALSO to the law Gray of Fiore doesnt exist bc he has no birth certificate. And while hes adamant, he has no real proof beyond his word he is Gray Fullbuster of Isvan.

So basically, According to the law, Both Gray Fullbuster of Isvan and Fiore are dead and never existed, respectively.

tbh this sounds like an identity crisis waiting to happen, but what else is new with him

Erza probably tried to fix it after she was told bc she legally didnt exist for a minute either (never was filed as a real person, she was able to file for a late birth certificate on account that she wasnt claiming to be a ‘separate’ person and also Makarov did it for her) (dont ask why he didnt for Gray, i like plot holes). But quickly realized their situations were very different, him waiting over a decade to check in as a survivor with the proper authorities definitely weakened his case considering he was running around free before he decided he needed a birth certificate.

But hey, as long as he doesn’t need to rent something, or get a license or id, or work somewhere beyond Fairy Tail, or get married, or, god forbid, die again, he should be fine!

i wonder if he would be considered a ‘john doe’ if he actually died again since they have ‘no’ birth records

This also makes games like ‘two truths and a lie’ amazing

“alright so, im legally dead, i legally dont exist, and ive never physically died before” “Gray what the hell do you mean” “Guess the right one and ill tell you” “WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEAN THOUGH??”

i love everything to do with the ‘dragon slayers + gray’ dynamic

‘Extra security’ just turns into Gray babysitting a bunch of rambunctious dragons for hours. seriously, get this guy a reward for how he hasnt killed or maimed any of them yet.

Imagine them trying to convince Gray to walk to their destination instead of taking the train

“Its not that far!!” “its fucking 5 hours by train, How long do you think itll take to walk? Why would even you pick this job if you knew how long the ride would be??” … “nobody looked..” “are you actually serious.” … “oh my fucking god”

and thats the story of how one Demon slayer ended up having to babysit 4 very pitiful looking Fairy Tail Dragon slayers on a train. Dude had to drag them off it once it stopped too.

His side career of ‘Dragon Slayer Babysitter’ only gets harder when they realize holy shit! cold compresses can help nausea! and what do they have? a walking cold compress.

Taking a train trip with them just means second hand nausea AND embarrassment, and absolutely no personal space. A dream come true.

At least he gets to hold it over their heads

Tbh i like the irony of Dragon Slayers being motion sick because, yk, dragons can fly, so my hc for side effects for God Slayers and Demon Slayers were along the same lines

God Slayers being wide open space or flying since Gods are like the epitome of freedom? all knowing and have complete reign over everything, But claustrophobia works so much better for that same reason. It would cause extreme panic and rash decisions

And Demon Slayers was the dark because demons are supposed to be these evil creatures who thrive in the dark n stuff? basically it would send a Demon Slayer into a paranoid spiral.

But sweets being a weakness instead is such a silly thing that im gonna take it and run

Gray never cared for sweets in the first place, gave him a stomachache, but now he has to walk away from Erza mid conversation if she decides to indulge, which is almost everyday. She was absolutely heartbroken and devastated when the weakness was revealed, it was such a dramatic reaction one wouod think she was the one with the new weakness

When Gray pokes fun at Natsus motion sickness he’ll go on about how Gray is gonna have the lamest parties since he cant handle even the smell of sweets, especially cake.

A terrible realization for everyone involved with him, on par with when Gray realized he wouldnt be able to have ice cream comfortably again, thats like a staple for ice mages

heart wrenching, truly

[brooooswriting]

Heyyyy I finally got an idea (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

It again Mafia Au since I liked the prev one so much shshshhshshs.

Buuuuut this time it's an enemies to lovers.

R and J's gangs have a rivalry for wtvr reason.

But when J and her groopies gets captured by another gang (too many gangs) one of jens dudes who fled the scene came to R for help.

After a while she went and got her rival back (and the others ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ)

Maybe R patching up Jenna, them getting together? only if you want. though

Again if this makes you uncomfortable pls delete or ignore this

Thank you broko loco

I hope you have a wonderful day

<3

I love your requests 🫶🏻

Small heads up: I still don’t know anything about the mafia so this kinda sucks soooorrrrryyyy.

Also I figured out that Mafia stories aren’t really my thing, they just aren’t as good because I don’t know shit about it

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Jenna Ortega x reader

The mafia was something you grew up in, as a small kid you lost your dad. Your mom didn’t have a lot of money, you were about to live on the street when someone swoop in and decided to help you. He was a friend of your dads, his death hit him nearly as much as it hit you guys so he decided to take you in. It was how your family got into the mafia thing.

18 years later you were second leader of the group, after your second dad. He thought you everything, how to use guns, the codes of the mafia and how to earn yourself respect in a group of men.

This was also how you met the Ortegas, leader of one of the other biggest Mafia groups around. You were taught to despise them and honestly you got why, they were arrogant, it was impossible to talk to them and they were unfriendly. Your group also had its flaws, that’s for sure, but there was no way that you were this bad. Sure, sometimes you guys were a bit stubborn but you were always willing to help, or at least most of the time, and it was always possible to talk to you.

The rivalry with the other group went from verbal fights to physical fights in open spaces or bars. Nobody has ever been killed but people were hurt to the point where it was a close call. Sometimes you wish for the fights and the rivalry to end but then their first and second leader showed up, being all snappy and up on their high horse because they had a lot of money and suddenly you were back to understanding why you had these fights.

Every once in a while on a blue moon you met Jenna, daughter of the leader of your rivals, in a bar. If you were both alone you’d sit next to each other and drink in silence for a while, then you’d talk for a minute before a weird tension builds between you two which is the moment the conversation turns into a fight and you guys part.

You were sitting in a cafe one of your members had as a side hustle, it was nice, kinda cute with lights and plants everywhere, coffee and cake, just like any other pastry were great. You were doing some work, looking for your own side hustle and drinking some iced coffee when a friend of yours came in. “It’s been quiet lately hasn’t it? I mean like suspiciously quiet” he said as he sat next to you, stealing a piece of your cake. “What are you talking about?” You mumbled as you kept scrabbling down numbers, “the Ortegas. No fight in 3 days, nobody of us has seen any of them. You have been home from the bar early yesterday which means that miss Ortega wasn’t there like she normally was” he explained, and it suddenly clicked. He was right, she wasn’t there yesterday and nobody came running to you about how someone was beaten up again. “Well, maybe they finally backed off” you answered as if you didn’t care where the girl was. “Oh, be honest. You were sad that she wasn’t there” he teased earning himself an elbow to the ribs. “Shut up and get going, I still have work to do” by now he has eaten your cake, drank half of your coffee and destroyed your order. “Alright, if you wanna lie to me” he grinned before disappearing.

Two days later and nothing happened with the Ortegas again, they were nowhere to be seen and nobody heard anything. You also hadn’t seen Jenna for a while now.

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“Go and get us out of here” mister Ortega whispered towards one of his newbies who managed to escape the handcuffs and ropes. “Who am I supposed to get?!” He whispered back, “just anyone” he looked around anxiously. “I don’t know anyone, I’m new and nobody listens to me. The only one I know is y/n y/l/n” he said and started creeping away a bit. “No! Everyone but them” the leader scream whispered, “just get anyone to get us out of here. Damnit” Jenna said and ended the discussion with that.

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It was rather late, you were in a bar playing billiard with the owner. It was only you, the owner, your dad Marc and about four other members when somebody entered. “We are closed” the owner said as soon as the door squeaked, when there was no response you finally looked up. “Owen?” You asked as you saw the smaller man, “I-we need help” he mumbled out as he walked further towards you. It was the first time you could take a good look at him, he had some bruises in his face and was covered in blood. “Who needs help?” One of the members asked, “the Ortega group. We-We were captured, I could escape but I can’t get them out alone, please” he pleaded looking at you. “No! We are not going. It’s their own business” Marc said causing you to gasp, “Marc” you started but he interrupted you, “no. We are rivals. We are not going to save them” Owen stood between you, unsure of what to do or what to say. “You took me in back then, you took my mother in. You told me you did it because everybody deserves a chance. Where is their chance?!” You asked, stomping onto the ground like a little kid. “They had their chance y/n! We tried to make peace. So no, we are not going. Nowhere. They brought themselves into it, they can get theirselves out of it!” He raised his voice, towering in front of you. It was something you rarely did, probably never but the way he stood there looking down at you made you uncomfortable.

But if this man taught you one thing, it was to never back down if you really believe in something. “If you aren’t going then I am” you said looking him straight in the eyes. “This is my gang y/l/n and I say we are not going” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “Then I’m going alone. You don’t have any control over me” you answered and stepped away from him to get a warm coffee for Owen.

You sat on a bench further away talking about what happened, “mister Ortega said that they are from downtown, something about them wanting to form one gang and something about a marriage but his daughter didn’t wanna marry their son. So they chose whatever this is. Y/n, I wasn’t made for this. I didn’t know it would be this hard” he explained, his hands shaking spilling some of the coffee. The thing about Jenna made your heart stop. “Give me an address and about 30 minutes. I’ll figure something out but we definitely need more people.”

So Owen gave you an address, you called one member and he send you a map of the building. “I think I have a plan” you called out, Owen immediately scooting closed. “It’s going to be extremely hard but we may be able to do it together” you started when suddenly somebody scooted in next to you. “You would really risk your life to save them?” Marc asked you as he looked down onto the plan you made. “For these unfriendly and arrogant assholes?” You nodded not daring to look at the man, scarred that you’d see the disappointment you feared would appear. “Well then, let’s call the rest” he smiled warmly with his arm around you shoulder.

He called the rest and you explained the plan. It wasn’t really a plan by now, storm the thing act like you guys were one gang and then fuck off again. “We are trying to set an example so no fights with the Ortegas!” He said before grabbing his gun and walking towards the car.

It took about 25 minutes to get there, you didn’t even try to be discreet about it, you wanted them to know that you were there. After 10 minutes you found the hostages, they were tied together. Mister Ortega looked the worst, he had open wounds, a broken leg where you could see the bone and he had bruises all over his body. You looked through the whole place but Jenna was nowhere to be found, “where is she?!” You asked her father as you pulled the gag out and untied him, “I don’t know. They took her, we couldn’t do anything” he was too weak to even stand alone. “Y/n, we have someone screaming over here” Marc called out causing you to immediately sprint towards them. The screams that came from the other side of the door made your heart clench. “We gotta go in there” you said, pulling out your gun. You kicked in the door and stepped to the side letting the others flood the room, there were around 4 shots and a like two screams, both male before you entered the room. One of yours guys was shot in the arm and the guy in front Jenna was from the other group, he was laying in front of the girl holding his stomach. You guessed that the rest of the shots didn’t hit anybody. Then your eyes finally fell onto the petite girl, her body was bloody, her nose broken and her left eye bruised, there was a cut just above her check bone and one over her eyebrow. Tears streamed down her face, rolling over the cut one her lip. Her hands were bound behind the chair and her legs were bound to a leg of the chair. She yelped out a sigh of relief when her eyes fell onto you.

You had to take a second to calm yourself before you finally walked towards her, pulling the gag out of her mouth just like you did with her father minutes ago. Pulling a pocket knife out you cut through the tape that bound her hands and legs together finally freeing her. She was still panicking and immediately stood up looking around hastily. Not even 10 seconds later her legs gave out, luckily you stood behind her and were quick to catch her. “Careful, your das seems to be okay. My guys are getting him fixed and now we need to fix you” you told her and wrapped an arm around her waist to try and support her to walk but it was no use. “I’m gonna carry you okay?” You asked her and as soon as she nodded you swooped her up, carrying her bridal style into the car. You sat in the backseat with her.

“How do you always get into stupid shit like this? You guys, all of you, could have died!” You said looking out of the window, “for real? So this is our fault?” She asked clearly pissed but you were too. “If you guys werent arrogant and wouldn’t always show how much money you have it would be possible that this didn’t happen?” She rolled her eyes but kept quiet which scared you. You looked over scanning her face, her head was leaning against the headrest with her eyes closed. There was blood coming thru her shirt and her hands were still shaking.

“Come on, let’s get you out od here. We need to take care of your wounds” and that’s what you did. You carried her out of the car and into the house where you cleaned to wounds on her face. As carefully as possible you cleaned up the dried blood and everything else before putting band aids on the cuts. “The cuts are taken care of, so you have any wounds somewhere else?” You ask as you throw the wrappers away. She shyly pulled her shirt up, which was weird because she was normally really overconfident. There were some cuts and some bruises, “I’ll clean the cuts, once the doc is done with your dad he’s going to look at the bruises alright? Don’t wanna risk Internal bleeding” you told her and disinfected the cuts. Your phone blinged, “your dad is alright. They had to bring him to the hospital to take care of his leg but other than that he has a small concussion. He will be completely fine” she smiled at you and pulled you into a hug which surprised you but you hugged her back nonetheless. “Thank you. For saving us and looking out for me” she mumbled into your neck and then you suddenly felt tears streaming down your neck. You tightened your arms that were wrapped around her waist, trying to give her comfort.

You hugged in silence for a while, then you pulled away and whipped the tears away too. “Dad didn’t think that you’d come, I know that we don’t have the best relationship but when Owen said that he only knew you I knew that we’d be safe. And I finally wanna do something about that damn tension” she rambled, her sentences weren’t really connected but it was cute. You liked her like this, it was the real her. And while you thought about how cute she was when she rambled she surged forward and pressed her lips to yours. You were quick to reciprocate the kiss, your hand on her cheek.

“Y/n, I’m here to look after … oh” the doc came inside causing you to break apart. “Oh, no. It’s fine. Come on check her out, I wanna be sure she’s fine” you smiled at her softly, a smile nobody has ever seen. “So an arranged marriage to form two gangs into one? What year is it? 1750?” You laughed out while the doc pressed onto her stomach. “I feel terrible about it. If I had agreed none of this would have happened”she sighed sadly, you grabbed her hand and shook your head. “No, that’s not true. It would have happened anyway and now you’re at least free. Which means that I can take you on a date right?” You smiled which made her smile too. “Yeah, let’s do it. I will give my dad a heart attack but hey” she laughed out causing you to grin. When the doc was done he told you that she was fine. “So how about I cook something as a first date?” You asked her making your way to the freezer to grab her something that she could press onto her bruised eye. “Or we could go to your guys bar? I’m in desperate need of a drink and I kinda just want your comfort, and you can’t do that when you’re cooking” the way she talked so shyly made your heart beat faster. Without another word you stretched your hand out for her to take. You grabbed your keys and drove her to the bar where you ordered drinks and food.

“Gosh, I’m so tired” she mumbled and rested her head on your shoulder. Without a second thought you kissed her forehead and grabbed her hand, your thumb stroking circles on the back of her hand. “I’m gonna get you home, you should sleep” you whispered into her hair. “You’re really sweet” she mumbled and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, followed by some more. When you parted you saw Marc and mister Ortega starring at you. “Are you guys trying to kill us?” Marc asked, holding a hand over his chest while Mister Ortega just had his mouth open. “Well, we are going home so if you guys die do it outside, I don’t want my bar to smell like death” you said before standing up and pulling the young Ortega with you. “Wanna sleep over tonight?” You asked her as you started the car, she immediately nodded.

That night you laid in bed, cuddled up with Jenna in your arms. Something you didn’t really imagine would happen anytime soon. “What does this make us?” You asked her, unsure of yourself, “oh wow, the big y/n y/l/n wants to talk about what we are?” She grinned and turned around in your arms. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow okay? I’m so tired” she kissed you again before laying her head on your chest and falling asleep.

You’d talk about it tomorrow. Then you could figure out what you’d do about the rivalry and about the gangs. It would work out in the end. Right?

[liaarxse]

can you do which tr characters would do this with y/n and how it would go??

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JmRPXM/

This is a mess...

Characters: Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None

—Keisuke Baji

He's down.

Ya'll tried baking a cake, with him only talking. His arms were behind his back where you were, and your arms were showing, as if it was his.

You had to stand on a small stool to be able to do this

The house was a mess

Cats were even stepped on

R.i.p

Baji instantly dropped the act and fell to his knees, babying the poor kitty

It's your fault Y/N

You're guilty

How dare you

After like.. 30 minutes, he let go

For his, yours, and the cats sake

It was barely able to breathe from his grasp

You continued on the trend

Then a fucking egg flew and hit Baji Jr. Number 28 in the head

Then a fucking Baji flew and grasped cat number 61 in his arms

See what I did there?

Cat? 61?

61?

I'm sorry (not)

In the end, like half of the egg shells got in the mix and you choked on one.

R.i.p Y/N

#deadfamilymoments 🍷🍷😍😜😜😜😜🍷😜🍷😜🍷🥱🍷

—Nahoya Kawata

He just KNEW

When you entered his room with a playful smile, he just got up, stretched and—

"Bring it on!"

Oh

My

God

Souya just gathered his shit and moved out

There was probably going to be a reported murder scene in there, and he doesn't want to be a suspect

Why?

Oh, because Nahoya probably saw someone he didn't like through the window and chased them with a knife

Anyway let's say it didn't happen

He wasn't taking it seriously AT ALL

You had to recharge your phone 3 times because its battery died

And his phone is so broken, your emo friend can't compete

You managed to season the noodles but when you tried to feed him

Ah... shit

You literally couldn't see from his big ass hair and were struggling behind him

He was laughing so hard that instead of biting the fork, he bit your arm

"YOU BUSTED ASS FUCK—"

He didn't care

He just took the bowl and went to eat it in the other room

You wanted revenge

You snuck out of the window, and busted from the front door, screaming

Guess who's noodles went flying in the air

And it landed on his hair

Let's say it was an interesting night

The next morning everything was a-okay don't worry.

—Manjiro Sano

The amount of food y'all went through was INSANE

Like, is you rich or smth 🤨

Manjiro was RAVENOUS

Fucker would've ate you if there was nothing else

😘

But that's a story for another time

You were cuddled up next to him, your head laying on his chest while scrolling through tiktok

You landed on a video that showed a couple doing a rather interesting trend

You both just looked at each other and got up to take a quick stroll to the convenient store

You bought 20 packets of instant ramen.

Holy shit

If it wasn't for his constant fighting lifestyle as a gang leader, mf would've been fatter than yo mama

<3

So you tried to do the challenge

And failed

You tried again

Failed again

By now, like, 2 hours have passed and Manjiro was still hungry

At one point, he just got tired and took the ramen bowl and went to sit somewhere in private to eat it

You took the flag from it and raised it over his head

🤨

Let's be honest if there wasn't a flag he wouldn't have participated

He chuckled, took the flag, and placed it on top of the ramen

"Let's try again?"

He's so fucking cute when them dark impulses are light 😻

In the end, you didn't do the trend properly, but at least you had fun

But

Guess what

He's still hungry

"But there is no more ramen left?"

He smirked

"Who said I'll be eating ramen?"

He started walking towards you

Your eyes widened as you took a step backwards

Manjiro leaned towards your face, inches away before he walked past you and took out a Taiyaki out of the shopping bag

He winked at you and left the kitchen

"Motherfucker..."

[pretzel-box]

I have been secretly using your writing as inspiration when I write my own stories and I had to write this down

Because the Mafia au got a grip on me , I'm drawing up in this au cause it's too good

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The air was tense, so tense you probably can cut a slice from it and be able to eat it like a thick mousse cake. The bright blue eyes of the leader of this gang studied and watched the latest person let into his office.

He had been informed today someone wanted to come forth and join his growing numbers wasn't surprise but really caught his interest and made him smirk

Was the fact this was a doctor , a nurse recently announced to be wanted by the law

"you really sure you want to do this ? Once you join there is no going back " he commented. His tail ever so slightly flicking agonist the ground from joy to be able to fuck urban shade over a bit more metaphorically.

Once brown eyes , now a shade of unnatural yellow with slitted pupils turned to look at the Mafia boss. His once introverted self gone , out the window now replaced with bitter , snarky and sassy person he was.

"they dug me a grave to lay in and rot ....I refuse to do so ..." He started the haunting reminder of the crash etched to every nerve in his brain. He wished he saved him , he tried so hard - why didn't the ambulance come sooner ....Leo ...his poor baby brother was only eight ...yet he went ahead and above

Hands clenched "I'll be your doctor , your medic in turn I only ask for one thing among joining your group " he was straight forward as a knife chopping down.

This perked Sebastian's up as he grinned flashing a toothy smile seeing a good deal , there wasn't much to ask but there were many potholes he can use in this deal. "and what is that ?" He asked slow and low.

Allo paused and thought carefully to not mess this up , his sea angel tail and wings curling . The crash was caused by an urban shade employee. To keep things covered over said important scientist urban shade had kidnapped allo. Injected him with the DNA he now was mutated with .

And given a curse of immorality through hyper regenerative healing. It was a pain to remember bullets hitting him when he escaped that aweful lab even banned a few research to further convince the Mafia boss to let him join .

Fountian of youth project be damned he's never a drop of his blood

"as your doctor I simply ask protection from urban shade ...you and I know they shouldn't be allowed to grasp immortality to sell " he pointed out

Victory was a sweet taste "alright deal ...welcome to our group ...doctor allo" Sebastian said as he pulled out a makeshift access card "until you shown your loyalty you will be watched and monitored ...show your dedication enough and you'll be allowed to roam as pls " he explained showing he wasn't going easy and keep the new people under a harsh claw

Allo's hand reached out grabbing the pass studying it as he felt finally ...some sense of relief from his running from urban shade

"I understand boss "

"good now go , tonight you start , so grab what ya need in the supply room"

"oi" without being told twice the new doctor of the Mafia gang walked off to prep his office for healing

[I couldn't help but add my share to this amazing writing. Reading it really motivated me.]

Footsteps echoed from behind as Miss Lazarski strode confidently ahead of the dark-haired man. Her gaze lingered briefly on the door where the new doctor had just exited.

"My, my, adopting my people now, are we?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air with a venomous sweetness.

"I came here to settle business, but it seems you’ve already made the decision for me, Solace."

Sasha knew Allo—his Number, his Identity, his background. He was Urbanshade’s research property, and he didn’t belong in the filthy hands of that bastard, Sebastian.

Yet the man simply sat there, lounging in his chair as he lit another expensive cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke directly onto Sasha's pristine white uniform.

Sebastian watched her from his chair, the flicker of his lighter casting a brief glow over his sharp features. He let the silence settle between them, thick with unspoken threats. The smoke swirled lazily in the air, a direct affront to Sasha’s rigid, polished appearance.

“Business, huh?” Sebastian’s voice was low, rough, a lazy drawl that belied the power humming underneath. His eyes never left hers, cold and calculating. “You seem to think you still have some left here, Sasha. That’s adorable.”

Her jaw tightened, but she refused to let the sharp jab rattle her. Instead, she stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor, each one a deliberate beat in the tense atmosphere. She leaned over his desk, her face inches from his, her lips curling into a sharp smile.

“You think you can keep him?” she whispered, the venom in her voice more palpable now. “Do you even know what you’ve gotten yourself into? Or are you so desperate for leverage that you’d risk everything just to spite me?”

Sebastian's eyes flashed briefly, the only hint of irritation beneath his calm mask. He took another drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring bright, before he crushed it out on the edge of the ashtray with a deliberate slowness. “Everything, huh? You always did have a flair for the dramatic.”

He stood up then, suddenly and without warning, his tall frame towering over hers. The playful arrogance in his demeanor vanished, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. The tension crackled between them, almost tangible.

“You talk like Urbanshade still runs this city,” Sebastian said, his voice a quiet, menacing murmur. “Like you still hold the cards. But here’s the thing, Sasha—your people? They aren’t yours anymore. Not Allo. Not anyone. This city bends to me now.” His lips twisted into a grin, mocking and cruel. “And you’re standing on my turf.”

Sasha's eyes narrowed, fury bubbling just beneath her icy exterior. “You think this is over?” she hissed, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between them. “You’re playing with fire, Solace. The world will be on fire and you are here to stay, and burn with me.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “but until then, the city, and allo, are mine."

She held his gaze for a moment longer, the silence between them thrumming with tension, before she spun on her heel and headed for the door, her expression unreadable. But as she reached the threshold, she paused, her voice cold and cutting as she spoke over her shoulder.

“Watch your back, Solace. You’re not the only one who knows how to play dirty.”

Without waiting for a response, Sasha slipped out, leaving the heavy air of confrontation in her wake.

[sixpennydame]

Hi my beautiful Bestie ❤️❤️❤️

Jumping in your ask box to request prompt number 3 "First Christmas as a friend group" for the Festive Fics with Levi's first Christmas/birthday as a Survey Corps member with the Vets (Canon universe).

I'm excited to read what you'll come up with!!!

Mwah 😘❤️

Merry Christmas, Bestie! I love that you requested this. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR PRECIOUS LEVI!

DAY 1: first Christmas as a friend group

Levi and AoT vets

The winters above ground are colder than Levi thought they would be.

Walking down the frigid corridors of Survey Corps Headquarters, memories of The Underground came flooding back to him: fires burning in whatever receptacles that would allow it, huddling for warmth anywhere it could be found. But even in the darkest, coldest times, there were moments of warm friendship. He remembers Isabelle collecting snow that had accumulated from a large crevasse and bringing an armful of it home. "Look, big bro! It's snowed for your birthday!"

Farlan and Isabelle had decided that Christmas Day was going to be Levi's birthday. "As good a day as any," Farlan had said. It gave them all something to actually celebrate.

Isabelle.

Farlan.

They'd been gone for over 6 months now, the memories of that horrific summer etched forever in his mind and heart. He didn't regret staying with the Survey Corps, but his life felt empty without them.

He stood before the doors of the library, where the sounds of laughing and talking could be heard. Hange and Nanaba had organized a Christmas party for the squad leaders, as a kind of team bonding since so many of them were new. Levi had recently been named a Captain and was expected to attend; otherwise, he would have passed on the whole thing if we could.

The large room has been decorated with red and green garland and a large fir tree stands in the corner. Hange is busy clipping small candles to its branches.

"Trying to burn the whole place down?" Levi asks.

"It's tradition to decorate a Christmas tree with candles!" Hange remarks, noticing the blank expression on Levi's face. "You've...never decorated a Christmas tree before?"

"Tch..it's not like we had trees where I'm from."

Ecstatic, Hange grabs a box of glittering glass ornaments and pushes them in Levi's arms. "Well then it's time to get in the holiday spirit!"

Levi clicks his tongue but then resigns to taking out each delicate ornament and hanging them on the tree. While he and Hange busy themselves with decorating, Nanaba sets out some snacks and drinks. Miche sits down at an old piano and plays an upbeat tune.

"Miche plays piano?" Levi asks as he puts the last ornament on the tree.

Hange smiles. "I guess there's still a lot you don't know about this group. But you're one of us now - you'll learn it all in time."

Erwin calls everyone together, placing a flute of champagne in each of their hands. "As we celebrate this holiday I want you to know how thankful I am for each one of you. Your strength and sacrifice are an inspiration to all." He raises his glass. "Merry Christmas!"

Just as everyone takes a drink, Dita comes out with a cake lit with four candles.

"Speaking of not knowing much about each other, none of us had any idea it was your birthday today,” Hange says, as Dita places the cake in front of Levi. "Nanaba just happened to find it in your personnel file the other day while doing paperwork."

"I hope you like chocolate - it can be hard to find these days," Dita replies, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

Levi was speechless. He could feel the apples of his cheeks getting hot as all their smiling faces looked at him.

"...You really didn't have to do this." He blows the candles out and everyone claps before Dita starts divvying up pieces.

"Happy birthday, Levi," Erwin says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "here's hoping for many more."

Levi looks at the happy, peaceful faces around him; he knows that each one would sacrifice their life for the other without a moment's hesitation. These are his people now.

His new comrades.

"Merry Christmas, everyone, and thank you."

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[honey-milk-depresso]

A Secret Santa gift for @tingerines!

Summary: Leona and Jamil found out they had an error in their chosen person to give, and so they decided to work together to create you the gift.

⋙l o a d i n g…

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┏ ⋙ Secret Santas (Jamil x Reader x Leona) (not specified romantically or platonically, up to you) ┛

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“What the...” Leona squinted his eyes as he looked at the paper slip he held in his hands.

Because of the headmaster, the “Secret Santa” game was compulsory to all students and unfortunately if you got a name you did not know, you would have to spend weeks frantically going under cover. 

For Leona, this sounded like a nightmare. Regardless of who’s name, he’s got to prepare a gift for SOMEONE. That’s a lot of work he doesn’t want to get his paws hands dirty on. However, it seems that Leona had gotten a name that he didn’t mind. A name greater than Rook and Floyd (well, “obviously” he would say-).

Your name.

But what to get for you? What to get for you...

Walking away from the box of slips he begrudgingly lined at, he bumped into a student, his slip of paper flew out of his hand and swayed towards the ground with another slip of paper.

“Hey, Viper watch where you’re going,” the Savanaclaw dorm leader said with an irritated tone. Jamil just frowned, muttering a half-hearted apology as he reached down to grab his slip of paper.

“Hang on...” 

“What?” 

Jamil reached over to take the two slips of papers as he inspected them with a baffled look on his face. “Why do they both have Y/N’s name on it?” 

Leona squinted his emerald eyes, and sure enough, the slips of paper had your name written on both of them. “What the hell?” Leona took the two slips in disbelief as Jamil rolled his eyes.

“Listen, why not we take this to Headmaster Crowley? Some sorry student won’t have a gift because of one of us.”

“What if it’s an odd number of students?”

“You really want to risk that?”

“Why not? Come on, let’s just work on a gift together, no?” Leona smirked. Leona didn’t really care what the odds were. He just wanted to do less work AND still be able to get you a gift. That sly, sneaky, SMUG dusty cat really is such a pain that Jamil understood. However, he noted that if he did tell the headmaster, he’d risked the chances of not being your secret Santa. He sighed, as he averted his eyes away from the lion and crossed his arms with the same frown still present on his face.

“Fine.” He hated how Leona smirked, but whatever. He’ll get this over with and done, and on the way decide if he wanted to take the full credit or not.

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“Oh my sevens...” Jamil groaned as he turned to look at Leona with an annoyed look. Baking a log cake was something foreign to Jamil, and Leona was doing literally nothing to help him. Not even reading out the ingredients he required to use. “Are you gonna help?”

“Maybe,” Leona yawned. Jamil gritted his teeth, hand clutching onto the spatula even tighter as he stirred the sweet Christmas cake batter with bitterness.

Who does this guy think he is? You know what, I’m definitely taking all credit, it’s true I’m doing everything.

As Jamil continued stirring, he heard his senior yawned, grunting softly as he saw turned to see the lion stretch his stiff muscles and lazily dragged his feet over to the kitchen counter.

Leona blinked, as he looked towards Jamil who averted his eyes away from him with a frown. He turned his head towards the raspberries Jamil was supposed to cut laid on the chopping board untouched. Without saying a word, Leona grabbed a knife from the wooden holder, before swiftly slicing them.

“Hey! Wha-!”

“You needed to slice them up, right? Well, I’m doing it for you.”

Jamil stood baffled and dumbfounded as Leona nonchalantly cut up the raspberries. What a weird guy...

Leona peered over to Jamil once again, emerald eyes blankly looking at the vice dorm with a bored expression.

“...So, I heard from Kalim you’re going to spend Christmas over here.”

“What about it?”

“Don’t you have a sister? Don’t you wanna see her?”

“Well, Kalim’s family’s coming to NRC for a visit, and I need to be there to prepare.”

“Well that’s shit,” Leona bluntly replied.

“What’s your deal, seriously.” Jamil was just ticked off by this point, as this man in front of him was giving him so many mixed signals that he doesn’t understand.

“Listen, you should probably tell Kalim you’d rather go be with your family right now. Besides, he’s someone with plenty of servants, right? Just go be with em.”

“And why do you care?”

“I’m making sure you don’t regret being wasting your time and not being a big brother to your little sister.”

Jamil looked at Leona, the dicing of the raspberries being chopped up with the knife, the smooth, sharp and silver metal hitting the wooden board. 

“Listen, my brother most of the time never was available for Christmas since he’s too busy with his King duties. Whenever he does show up, he gets super disappointed when he can’t come see us, and his face...” Leona paused, “Well, I can clearly see regret written all over.”

“The situation’s getting better over the years, but listen, I’m not saying neglect your duties, but don’t forget to not neglect your family. Otherwise, your face would pucker worse than when you swallow a whole lemon.”

Jamil stared at Leona in awe. Just what in the Sevens-

The boy’s eyes faltered, eyelids half-lidded as he looked dazed and caught up in his moment of self-reflection.

He smirked. “You think my sister’s as thoughtful as you are? I never knew you as the little brother would care so much about your older brother?”

“Oh don’t push it, Mr. Bleeding Heart-”

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“Hey, Y/n.”

“Hm?”

You turned to see Leona yawning as he approached you, Jamil trailing behind. You blinked curiously at the pink cloth that seemed to wrap some kind of block, log even, as you smiled kindly.

“What’s up?”

“We’re your secret Santas. Don’t ask why you have two,” Leona bluntly replied, giving your gift which turned out to be a crudely frosted log cake, yet the decor of it were placed exquisitely with detail, as if fitting a puzzle piece to perfection.

“Hope you enjoy, Y/n,” Jamil politely smiled.

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Hey, sorry for the late gifting @tingerines but I was your secret santa! I’ve been away, out of town so wasn’t able to send your gift on Christmas like how I had originally planned to.

Hope you enjoy!

<3

[the-gayest-show]

TGAMM Analysis: The Ghost IS Molly McGee/All in the Mind (Pt 1)

This was originally a thingy written for a mandatory film journal in my film class (where I essentially write long ass reviews of hyperfixation fuel and assigned movies) but oh no! my two favorite episodes!

Since tumblr has a text limit that is higher than the words i need to speak to get my point across, i'll be taking this into 2 posts which i'll combine thru reblogging (link to both at once)

enjoy my first half of infodumping analysis/review!

The Ghost IS Molly McGee:

As an indulger of children's media, one thing lots of shows focused on fantasy/supernatural stuff like to do is a trope called the Body Swap. TGAMM has, in my opinion, the most unique take on it. Usually in Body Swapping, it's done to prove a point. Take The Owl House for example. It had a body swap episode which was the main trio swapping bodies because everyone thought they had it harder than the others in terms of living. Same could be said for other media with this trope, but TGAMM puts the loveliest spin on it. It makes the switch not to prove a point, but rather to mutually benefit each other.

The situation that the episode begins with has two sides. First, Scratch (being the Chairman of the Ghost World as of the s1 finale) is constantly annoying the Ghost Council (GC) with interrupting their work and eventually this leads to the GC going on strike. Since Scratch is lazy as all ever hell and the GC was essentially heavy loading his Chairman work for him, this is Scratch's side of the issue. Molly's side is that she has been selected to lead the school play, but can't seem to get everyone into line. It's like she herself says "I'm a encourager, Scratch, not a discourager!". Eventually the two of them decide to bodyswap (via wraithing molly and scratch possessing molly's soulless husk) to benefit each other (Molly is kind and supportive, Scratch is more negative and able to put his foot down), and they go on trying to solve their problems. At first, they each have success with the majority of the people in their respective locations (Possessed!Molly [actually Scratch] is a really good leader and leads the stage crew almost in a military way, while Possessed!Scratch [actually Molly] in the Ghost World goes on to convince 3 of the 4 GC members to forgive him/her/them [switching is hard to describe, stay with me here])

But there's one stickler that each of them have to face. Possessed!Molly has to deal with Georgie, who is supposed to be making a paper-mache costume for the play, but refuses to do so, despite Possessed!Molly's many attempts. Possessed!Scratch has to deal with Bart, one of the Ghost Council members who refuses to accept the apology no matter what form it comes in (food, cards, etc). This is essentially the driving force for the plot, we even get a solid song number out of it (crack an egg! gotta make or break! he's got anger and she's got cake!...)

Eventually, they both realize that they never actually asked said sticklers what the problem was that they had to begin with (aka. the message of this segment), and they both do that and listen to what the other has to say and it all works out. With Bart, he just wanted to be shown appreciation through real action and not through items, while Georgie wanted to be in the main role but she never is and thus she was upset about that. They both get what they want and that's the end!

Love the little thing at the end where when both Molly and Scratch watch Georgie perform and cringe so hard. LOL

[fff777]

Hiking Sehun!

On one hand, Sehun acts like an expert with how he's casually dressed and how he knows how long it'll take him to make the round trip. On the other hand, Sehun is a massive bluffer on occasion lol.

Friend telling him that he'll regret it if he doesn't eat before.

He has quite a few staff with him though, eh? I didn't notice because obviously a bunch of them are behind the camera.

Stretching must be always

Sehun's been to this mountain 5 times though, so maybe there is truth to his good estimate lol.

Sehun's been to the highest mountain in Korea, Hallasan, and it took him 8 hours.

His hands are freezing and the guy was like "I told you to wear gloves..."

Look at how bundled up this guy is compared to Sehun. It's like winter vs. spring lol.

I'd watched the Key & Renjun hiking video before and it made me jealous that there are so many mountains in Korea that are easily accessible to urbanites. I imagine it's good for their health too, both in terms of long distance walking, but also becoming accustomed to breathing in the higher altitudes.

Cameraman abandoned?!?!

Friend having a hard time and Sehun being like "I told you that's why I don't eat before hikes." l guess it's a little like how you shouldn't eat before you swim or do intensive exercise because you'll be moving up and down a lot as you go up the steps.

Friend: You should have stopped me [from eating the fish cake]

Sehun wants to bring Vivi here but he doesn't like walks lol. And also he thinks he's a human hehe.

They've only been walking for 18 minutes ^^;; Still a long way to go

4 of his team dropped out and only 3 are left!!! (Including him) RIP

It looks like the cameraman is also a hiker, so he and Sehun are chatting about hiking on Hallasan.

Sehun: Maybe I could hike Hallasan in 6 hours Cameraman: ...

Sehun took all his friends to the top of Hallasan :o A leader :P

Man, this makes me want to hike so bad!!!!!! I wish there were mountains in my area.

Sehun only started hiking 5 years ago :o Hopefully there's still hope for me lol. I mean as a person who wants to hike but is already an adult.

Sehun spotting the ones who are late lol.

I just looked up Hallasan and it's very pretty! It looks like there's something like a crater on top of a mountain and flowers grow there in the warmer months.

Sehun teaching us to wear layers :P Luckily I did know that >3

Here come the nightmare stairs???

Aw this hiking spot is very crowded on weekends :( The world is against the 9-5 workers T_T

Sehun is very no-fuss about this all :>

Sehun must have absolute thighs of steel the way he's just killing those stairs.

Less than 30% left!!!!!

He's just standing there with his arms crossed looking at the scenery like a dad

So once they arrive here, then they're almost done :3

Look at the trees behind them, they're kind of pretty :3

Sehun was saying how hiking gives him a sense of accomplishment, and it makes him feel refreshed. That's why I like running :3

Stairs are numbered

Looks like Sehun brings his friends hiking a lot :3

Sehun said Cheonggyesan isn't dangerous, just has a lot of stairs

Apparently Bukhansan has no stairs so it's dangerous, so you have to like, wear gloves and hold on to railing ^^;;

Walking around the stone three times for good energy

He's so tall lol

Absorbing energy

The manager that is lagging behind him (presumably the friend I was referring to before?) was in the Marine Corps.

The guy hiking with Sehun was also in the Marine Corps haha.

Caught up :3

In the higher sections, it looks like the steps aren't as sturdy, so you'd still have to be careful not to hurt yourself I think.

Kitty!!!!

Arrived! 582.5 m above sea level.

Reached the top in 1 hr 15 min. That's pretty good if he expected to finish the trip in 2 hr 40 min.

Look! The bird!!

The view is pretty good too.

Going down will probably be a lot faster

Sehun's ears getting cold ^^;;

Sehun learned to adapt his breathing for dancing, which he finds easier than hiking :o Every day I hear idols tell us about how literally serving in the army is less intensive than the capitalism machine.

The manager had brought walking sticks because he said it would be better for his knees on the way down lol

Manager said that he'll practise on mountains like these before challenging Hallasan

There's an elementary school at the foot of Achasan Mountain and kids just go there to play :o Awesome

Sehun recommends Bukhansan and then Hallasan

Sehun went to Hallasan a couple of days ago?? He's just busy hiking eh lol.

He had to wear spikes and bring walking sticks because it was already snowy at Hallasan.

A six year old girl climbed Hallasan!!!! Queen!!!

The video was an excuse to go hiking >3

Sehun said he didn't think Manager would go up but Manager was like "I won't give up!!"

Lol Manager was the only one who ate fish cakes XD So lesson learned I guess. Eat very lightly.

Sehun teaching Manager to go down the stairs sideways and to switch sides because it will be better on your muscles.

HIKING BATTLE!!!!! That would be sooo fun.

Omg Sehun should totally make a hiking video channel!!!!

Sehun said he expects that this will be his last video before he enlists ;_;

It took about 2 hr 15 min!! I think they managed to do it fast because they dropped the slower members of their group lol.

Sehun telling us about the elderly folks who walk backwards for their muscles.

Awww what a nice video.

Like I said with the Key & Renjun video, this just made me really want to hike.

But other than that, I liked this video! I realize that Sehun plays up the brattiness for variety content. But here, we see Sehun who's a little more himself. He enjoys hiking a lot, something that I didn't know. And he just wanted to share this activity with his fans. For once, he's the one controlling the narrative, he's showing us his hobby through his eyes, rather than his performing through the lens that the company chooses for him.

Anyway I'd be so down for Sehun starting a hiking channel. I can hike vicariously through him haha.

[christian-perspectives]

The Story Of Moses And The Complaining People

The story of Moses is an interesting one. The Israelite nation experienced a historical turning point under his leadership. But his story began well before God called him to lead that nation. And it continued even after his death. But when we get to this part of his story, Moses found himself dealing with some very unhappy people. Moses heard all the families standing in the doorways of their tents whining, and the Lord became extremely angry. Moses was also very aggravated. Numbers 11:10 God supplied the entire nation with food called manna. It consisted of a very pleasant-tasting substance, but it needed to be collected and prepared every day. The manna looked like small coriander seeds, and it was pale yellow like gum resin. The people would go out and gather it from the ground.  Numbers 11:7-8,9 - They made flour by grinding it with hand mills or pounding it in mortars. - Then they boiled it in a pot and made it into flat cakes. - These cakes tasted like pastries baked with olive oil. - The manna came down on the camp with the dew during the night. Numbers 11:9 But some of the people in the camp weren’t satisfied with it. Verse 4 says that foreigners traveling with the Israelites began to complain. Which also stirred some Israelites to complain. We remember the fish we used to eat for free in Egypt. And we had all the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions, and garlic we wanted. But now our appetites are gone. All we ever see is this manna! Numbers 11:5-6 In this part of the story, God became extremely angry and the aggravation in Moses surfaced. He asked God why he needed to put up with their whining.

Moses was Ready for His Story to End

And Moses said to the Lord, “Why are you treating me, your servant, so harshly? Have mercy on me! What did I do to deserve the burden of all these people? Numbers 11:11 He was at the end of his rope. Moses told God in so many words to just end his story right then and there. I can’t carry all these people by myself! The load is far too heavy! If this is how you intend to treat me, just go ahead and kill me. Do me a favor and spare me this misery! Numbers 11:14-15 Well the Lord wasn’t interested in killing Moses. He planned on taking care of the problem in a different way. In fact, God had a long-term solution and a short-term one.

The Short-Term Solution

Let’s look at the short-term solution first. In this part of the story, the people told Moses, they wanted more than manna. They wanted meat. So God told them they would get it, plenty of it. You will eat it for a whole month until you gag and are sick of it. For you have rejected the Lord, who is here among you, and you have whined to him, saying, “Why did we ever leave Egypt?” Numbers 11:20 Looking at it from a human standpoint, Moses had no idea how this would happen. Nor did he know what kind of meat God had in mind. But Moses responded to the Lord, “There are 600,000 foot soldiers here with me, and yet you say, ‘I will give them meat for a whole month!’ Even if we butchered all our flocks and herds, would that satisfy them? Even if we caught all the fish in the sea, would that be enough?” Numbers 11:21-22 The Lord assured His servant Moses that He could and would do everything He promised. Moses was a man of faith but in this case, seeing was believing. Then the Lord said to Moses, “Has my arm lost its power? Now you will see whether or not my word comes true!” Numbers 11:23

God’s Long-Term Solution

Because of the pressure created by all the complaints that Moses had to bear, God’s long-term solution involved other people. So He gave Moses the following instructions. Then the Lord said to Moses, “Gather before me seventy men who are recognized as elders and leaders of Israel. Bring them to the Tabernacle to stand there with you. Numbers 11:16 When God gives anyone a job to do whether it’s Moses or you, He always provides what we need. In this part of the story, God equipped 70 other men to help Moses. I will come down and talk to you there. I will take some of the Spirit that is upon you, and I will put the Spirit upon them also. They will bear the burden of the people along with you, so you will not have to carry it alone. Numbers 11:17 God still uses this long-term solution even today. He has a body of believers with one person who is the head. His name is Jesus! Christ is also the head of the church, which is his body. He is the beginning, supreme over all who rise from the dead. So he is first in everything. Colossians 1:18 But God has also given gifts to the church. They will continue until we all come to unity in our faith so the church can achieve His will. Now these are the gifts Christ gave to the church: the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, and the pastors and teachers. Their responsibility is to equip God’s people to do his work and build up the church, the body of Christ.  Ephesians 4:11-12

Like Moses, We Also Have a Story

So, just like Moses, we also have a story. Just like Moses, we are called to do the work God has equipped us to do. And just like Moses, we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t know if any of the 70 men that Moses chose were among the complainers. If they were, God changed them. If you are a complainer let Him change you and fill you with His Spirit. Lord, be the author of our story just like you were for Moses and his story. Check out these related posts about Moses - The Necessity Of Powerful Intercessory Prayer - Story Of The Burning Bush In The Bible - Moses Interceded For Israel With Great Results - Instructions from God Read the full article

[stahfakz]

23/4/23

I think im dreaming. This isnt real.

When you met them, you thought they were the shit, but you dont know the pain i went through with her, and shes probs told you all about her drama.

It is fucked.

The way i told everyone to like you, and they followed me, despite the shitty email you sent, and then how you attacked me back over time, shut me down, demanding responses, called me from the goaddamn work phone.

How m just told you everything so easily, like i was nothing to him.

Tbh, he hasnt been the same with me, and he was critical of me after you guys spoke.

What cruel injustice.

That you cant see.

That selfish bitches are out there, when im the one in pain, doing all the work, never getting credit.

Not once did she acknowledge my help publically, just kept shutting me down.

Kept telling me her drama and insecurities and bodily functions. For real?

Makes me want to run away from m.

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Oh but the look on your face when you asked me if dean went into a meeting with me straight away, but i said no, he just let me know when he was available, she was so fucking jealous that I can do this.

Just reach out to a senior manager and chat to them about stuff, cos shes scared to. Because Dean is the way he is, she says, hes "hard to impress." So i guess shes jealous that ive impressed him.

Its like, ppl who are career focused to be managers, doesnt mean they should be.

And the people who should be, arent given the recognition they deserve.

I mean, she kept banging on about leadership, and its like, butch you have no idea what even leadership fucking means.

The jealousy combined with the fact i have real leadership over the team, and im not even trying. Definately not trying to promote myself here, just stating the facts.

But its still some type of sweet justice that that cunt has now fucked off. Fuck you bitch, you dont know shit.

Im secretly glad you're jealous that I have the ability to speak openly with senior managers sbout anything.

Fucking hell.

Thinking about this, has made me cry.

I wasnt able to tell my team mates, cos they all thought she was the shit.

So i have to wait, if m and i are ever together, but i doubt it, im not feeling anything from him right now cos of his judgyness. I mean, maybe they hooked up. Probably.

Who the fuck am i to think anyone could ever be a man and approach me.

I mean, B me more than m at the moment. How fucked up is that, even if B owes me, and thats how im justifying it.

I have to deal with soooooo much shit.

I almost feel like telling him that Deans been the most stable support Ive had for a number of years, just to piss him off. Like he should do better. That maybe that bitch was lying.

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I have to sit away from luke next time in the office anyway, so you can deal with staring at me from a distance and me looking fine af as always, like you cant have me and watch while everyone approaches me.

Cos whilst im humble af and down to earth, i am the queen of that team, even if i dont want to admit it myself or use that language.

They all gravitated towards me, even last year, long before I was point of contact, and none of them knew about my previous roles of team coach, etc.

Even luke s had a glowing report of me, and how approachable I am when helping others especially with emotional shit.

So I've pulled up my big girl pants, and stepping back into my god-given leader role.

Guiding the team on how to deal with our actual tm. Taking on board a lot more than i should, but not complaining.

Messaging the group chat with diplomatic words as well as encouragement and support, well before her farewell email with her shitty five words regarding our actual tm.

And it's showing already, how I live by my words, amazing that Emilie is loyal to me publically, and I don't ask for it.

Just some sweet frosting on that butches cake, as shes constantly refused to ackowledge her success with us was entirely my doing.

I literally cannot wait until she tries another tenured team, and gets slammed. That'll be the real fucking karmic justice.

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Karmic justice how senior managers know how I am, that I just say things out loud that need to be said, without fear (Thanks autism and abusive ex.).

Maybe it really is time to acknowledge that I would actually be a really good manager, and maybe I should apply and start getting serious with experience.

There are so many shit managers out there, and a severe lack of good ones.

Can I be one of the good ones? Kerry is still the best manager ive ever had, with hannah and dan a close second. And while dean isnt actually my manager, he's one of the best people in management I know, and im glad that we see eye to eye on things and that i make sense to him.

Can i break through my own belief-limiting thoughts?

🤔🤔🤔

[clarklovescarole]

February 1938: Clark's Birthday

February 2, 1938 – Los Angeles Times

Stars to Take Vacation At Home

This vacation-at-home habit of the stars is becoming contagious. Clark Gable started it before he began his current picture by spending eight weeks in and around Hollywood. Carole Lombard is next. With three months to herself, she is remaining at home. 

February 3, 1938 – San Francisco Examiner

Clark Gable certainly had a nice birthday. Carole Lombard bought him chairs and furniture for the new ranch house, headlights for his car and sweaters. And that isn’t all – he was selected as America’s best dressed man at a meeting of merchants, tailors, and designers in Chicago. The headlines read, “From Lumberjack to Best Dressed Man in Ten Years.” Only two other Hollywood men made the first ten – Gene Markey and Jack benny – while Franklin D. Roosevelt was named seventh. Fred Astaire and Adolphe Menjou, who usually are on every list, failed to win even a place this year.

February 4, 1938 – San Francisco Examiner

Carole Lombard’s home has white carpets in every room. Even Clark Gable has to wipe his feet before entering.

February 4, 1938 – Kansas City Star

Carole Lombard has three telephones in her house. One number is known to her butler, one to Secretary Fieldsie. And the other to – I give you a guess.

February 4, 1938 – Chicago Tribune

They halted shooting on stage 12 at MGM yesterday afternoon to celebrate Clark Gable’s birthday. Since readers of The Chicago Tribune and other newspapers named him king of movie stars, the tag has stuck and the birthday party was built around the coronation motif, with Queen Myrna Loy there to cut the cake, and Spencer Tracy on hand to spoof the royal celebrant.

As Gable is now making “Test Pilot,” Carole Lombard sent him an affectionate note including two tickets to the big sightseeing blimp that circles over Los Angeles. His stand-in, dressed in Irish costume, carried in the huge cake with a crown made of confection, and said: “I wear this Irish costume, King Gable, to remind you of ‘Parnell.’ Always remember it, kingey, because the theater owners will never forget it.” Then Judy Garland sang a song and the lyrics recalled “Parnell.” 

February 5, 1938 – Nashville Banner

By Jimmie Fidler

A letter this morning from a young miss in Atlanta who expresses considerable indignation because Clark Gable allows his name to be romantically linked with that of Carole Lombard – while everyone knows perfectly well that he is still married to Rhea Gable. “If he wants to have romances, why doesn’t he get a divorce?” she demands. While admitting the superficial justice of the young lady’s observations, it strikes me that Gable is in something of a spot about all this.

The understanding I have gleaned from intimate friends of the Gables is that he would like nothing better than a divorce – and Mrs. Gable refuses to give him one. The situation has an angle that may be amusing to the rest of the world, yet I doubt that it gives Clark any chuckles. Unless some secret agreement has been made to the contrary – and such agreements never remain a secret for long – Mrs. Rhea Gable, under the California community property laws, is entitled to exactly one-half of that princely salary that Clark receives each week.

February 9, 1938 – Nashville Banner

Most startling sight of the week: Carole Lombard in high laced boots and canvas windbreaker, ready for a hunting trip with Clark Gable.

February 10, 1938 – Cedar Rapids Leader Outlook

Carole Lombard is having a huge doghouse built for Beau Brummel, the sheep dog Clark Gable gave her. 

February 13, 1938 – Richmond Times Dispatch

Clark Gable sees red when people honk their automobile horns loudly and long, in front of other folks’ houses. 

Carole Lombard has to struggle against an urge to sock the person who crowds in at the head of a waiting line of people. Of course, Carole doesn’t have to stand in line for anything anymore, but she still gets upset when she sees others getting nosed out by a head-of-the-line crasher.

February 13, 1938 – Evening Star

By Sheilah Graham

Most of the woman players, in foregoing motherhood, pay a terrible price for their brief span of fame. Consider the stars who are 30 and over and to whom parenthood is as remote as their wish to interrupt their careers – Joan Crawford, Myrna Loy, Jeanette MacDonald, Claudette Colbert, Bette Davis, Kay Francis, Mary Pickford, Madeleine Carroll, Grace Moore, Irene Dunne, Carole Lombard, to name a few. Money and acclaim are poor substitutes for the warm joys of parenthood. Some of the above have adopted children, which is like buying a synthetic jewel when you have enough money for the real thing. When these women are 50, I think they will regret the stardom that denied motherhood. (Editor’s note: Wow!! In a bad way.)

… Carole Lombard, now in the throes of three months’ vacation from film work, finds it easier to freshen jaded nerves and health right in her Hollywood home – instead of the former New York trip. Clark Gable ditto. (Tis said that even the ducks are beginning to recognize him and quack for an autograph before death).

February 15, 1938 – The Fresno Bee

Erroneous reports on the air and in the newspapers of any star’s bad health causes trouble with insurance companies, who are not eager to take big policies on movie favorites who are perpetually ailing. That’s one reason Carole Lombard was extremely perturbed to hear over the air that she had been ordered by her doctor to take a three-month rest because of ill health. Carole made three pictures in a row and of course she is tired – who wouldn’t be? – but she isn’t sick and she isn’t taking a rest. In fact she has been finishing Clark Gable’s house for him and has gone shopping almost every day.

February 18, 1938 – Star Tribune

Clark Gable drove up with Carole Lombard to a local drive-in and they held hands while chewing steak sandwiches. It shouldn’t be long now before Clark has saved the fat sum necessary to settle accounts with Mrs. Rhea Gable – and then prepare for a wedding of the decade. Brunet Clark and Blonde Carole will make a stunning-looking Mr. and Mrs. 

February 19, 1938 – Commercial Appeal

Carole Lombard’s valentine to Clark Gable was a pig for his ranch.

February 21, 1938 – San Francisco Examiner

Movie production remains at its lowest ebb in five years and all the little glamour girls not at Palm Springs have taken up knitting to while away the hours. Hottest gossip in town yesterday was provided by Carole Lombard. She dropped two stitches knitting a sweater for Clark Gable.

February 21, 1938 – Daily News

Despite reports, the Clark Gable divorce has not progressed… In his original settlement of $300,000 he failed to get a complete release…

February 22, 1938 – Hartford Courant

Clark Gable sends Carole Lombard oranges from his ranch. She sends him eggs from her farm. Which is one way of making love self-supporting. And by the way, Clark had better watch out. James Hilton is using a story about him in a London publication. 

February 24, 1938 – The Ogden Standard Examiner

When Carole Lombard receives a telephone call from boyfriend Clark Gable, she has the call transferred from the movie set to her private dressing room – and production is suspended for several moments…

February 23, 1938 – The Springfield Daily News and February 25, 1938 – Fort Worth Star Telegram

Carole Lombard and Clark Gable, one of the Hollywood film colony’s most romantic couples, are shown in their box as they attended the $50,000 Santa Anita Derby Tuesday in California. Although seen together often around Hollywood, the couple deny they are planning a visit to the altar. (AP)

[bdbdhdjdhdh]

My Hero PSLE: S2E8 "At the end of the day, the day has ended,"

"Number five doesn't look like he could hurt a fly, yet he killed both the brother and the song,"

-Some other random guy on the internet

So Ma Xiao Tiao and gang already set out to find and kill Xiao Ming and gang.

And while everyone was half-drunk somehow from the non-alcoholic drinks, and stuffed with cake and meat and some nice ice cream right, Ma Xiao Tiao and gang striked and kidnapped Xiao Ming and gang.

"Bruhhh! Now we get kidnapped again! Why!" said Xiao Ming when Ma Xiao Tiao finally removed the gags on them.

"Well. It's the gigachad Ma Xiao Tiao, what do you expect?"

"True," Juqla said.

"Well, do ya'll have anything to say? Let's start with... fellow brother, eh?" Kain was speaking with his hands cupped together placed on the table. Wah the lighting make him look sibeh shaui leh.

"SIMI YOU WANT ME TO SAY?"

"Oh I dunno, maybe FUCKING EXPLAIN EVERYTHING? YOU KNOW?"

"SIM- OK FINE I'LL EXPLAIN IT! Ok Xiao Ming listen up, this is gonna be a real history lesson now,

So me and Kain are actually specifically created Summi (singular form Summus) that are designed to be able to resist an extreme amount of corruption so that we can act as vessels to contain it, and prevent it from rampaging and killing innocent people. We were created by a god named Izanagi to vessalise and neutralise the residue left behind by a god that all he said was an all-powerful, almighty god. But even though we're literally built so that we won't go mad from it, it still causes quite a large bit of endless pain and suffering. Aiya Kain is that why you wanna rule the world?"

"Yeah no shit you said it right. Our land was created from the residue of the dead god, but then of course Izanagi has to create us to neutralise it and not just go do it himself. And then when we neutralise the residue liao right, HE DOES NOTHING TO HELP WITH THE PAIN MAN! EVERYDAY I CRY TO MYSELF TO SLEEP AT NIGHT BECAUSE I CAN'T SCREAM OUT LOUD OTHERWISE PEOPLE WILL HEAR AND LABEL ME A CURSE, AND HE DOES NOTHING! AND HE STILL EXPECTS US TO REGULARLY SLAY DEMONS WHEN HE DOES NOTHING! HE ABANDONED US! But don't you think I deserve to be so much better of a leader than him? I actualy did something to protect this piece of land, ok?"

"So that is why he wants to rule the world. Ok history lesson disbanded, time for real shit,"

"Wait wait wait wait wait, I have to interrupt, but..." Xiao An said. "You mean all this while when you're with us you've been enduring endless pain and suffering? Quote unquote, as you said. Damn man, couldn't tell at all from your cheerful way and that... ridiculous Hawaaiin shirt man."

"BRUH THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MY SHIRT!"

"Ok ok, we get it, your shirt is terrible, let's move on," Now Kain talking liao.

"So like I need the soul and life essence of The Amulet of the Shadow Alicorn to achieve ultimate power, but then I need you to feel this kind of betrayal before I kill you so I had to make you explain everything ANYWAY let's proceed to suck the essence out of you!"

"WAIT WHAT WHEN-"

"Not so fast, mate!" Wah, Juqla and Grandmaster and Freya and basically all the adults were talking now.

"You forgot one crucial thing- your Lahk-Raiu locks? They're rather out-of-date," BOOOOYYYYYAAAAAA! So apparently they were never locked with Lahk-Raiu locks and could always used their powers to escape and beat the shit out of Kain and gang.

"Hold on what" Now Ma Xiao Tiao and Rainslasher already preparing to fight liao.

BOOOOOOOOYYYYYYAAAAAAA! Now Xiao Ming and gang also got off of the chairs they were tied to when they realised that the Lahk-Raiu locks kena expire liao.

"So," commented Kain. "You wanna do this the hard way,"

"Like some famous guy on the internet said, 'It's my way or the highway!' WAIT-"

"Very well then, LET THIS BATTLE REWRITE HISTORY!"

[ripplefields]

ok i've been given the go and i want to do it anyways so here's my 11:05 pm essay on why i love the sweet capn cakes . enjoy

it's the dynamic . it's the dedication they have to each other . it's the common goal . it's how much they all love each other . it's the way they all look up to each other .

them in general . sweet, the energetic hot headed one . quick to attack quick to accept . always thinking about the band and the rebellion, introducing the band and being shocked when one doesn't recognize them . they're very serious about the rebellion, starting a fight with the accused peons of queen in vengeance the poor girl they helped kidnap . most leader like, but not putting themself in the front, selfless and righteous .

capn, the smooth one . chill and laidback, always having his words misinterpreted, whether it's calling queen a mom who tends to overheat or mistaking a customer's antlers for antennae, capn never catches a break with his cool dude persona, easily flustered when a mistake of his is called out . he's stern when he needs to be though, noting that k_k isn't thirsty, rather HURT after taking damage . the salesman of the group, always trying to wring a customer in for a few extra bagels no matter the unfair price .

and k_k, the silly one . head always in the clouds, k_k plays to their own tune and does what they wish . whether it be continuing to dance to the song they were told to play while a battle is about to commence, or announcing that they like candy in the middle of a small squabble between sweet and capn, and stating they want to be a car when the others are expressing things they want with new money . k_k cares about the other two deeply though, it being noted that while the others look up to them, they look up to their two other band mates .

the dynamic . so much can be deduced abt the dynamics between all of them through the little time we see them in chapter 2 . sweet and capn have very contrasting personalities, with sweet being stubborn and more dedicated to the idea of the rebellion, while capn is much more laid back and more dedicated to his image and how others perceive him . despite this, they play off each other so much in the shop dialogue, with the playful teasing never having any anger or genuine hurt behind it, and sweet immediately trusting that capn saw the lightners kidnap noelle, never once doubting that he may be playing with them . meanwhile, sweet and k_k is much more about looking up to each other . while k_k looks up to both sweet AND capn, sweet VERY much looks up to k_k . always following one of their randomly spoken thoughts with "good thinkin' !" or "you're right k_k !" it very much looks up to him and appreciate every word that comes from him . it's the way k_k and capns explanation to sweet that they beat the fun gang with mercy immediately calms them down and brings them back to high spirits . capn and k_k, always seen at each others side no matter what . they're always together, whether it be selling bagels, standing at each others side in battle, or having one another's back for when they accidentally make a fool of themself . the natural flow of their conversations, "this music...it's nice music." "that's my favorite kind." like said before, capn looks up to k_k and k_k looks up to capn . but unlike sweet, it's less of a "you always have something good to say!" mentality and more of a having each others back one .

of course, how they all heal each other, with sweet getting upset at capns brush off of his injuries over his image, and capns stern but caring tone telling k_k they're actually hurt, not thirsty . how they all went underground together, all risking their lives rebelling against the queen for a shared passion of music, stating that "if the band fights, we'll get out of tune!" how they're able to relax each other, how they stick together no matter what, because they're cyber fields number one trio, and they're not going anywhere without each other .

obviously i could go into the less deep things i like about them, their designs, the fact they're robots etc etc . but the fact of the matter is i love them for their dynamic . for their relationship with each other . how despite their somewhat clashing personalities, with sweet being the only one who seems adamant towards fighting for the rebellion, they still come together and make a great band, rebellion, scrap workers, and friends . they're the sweet capn cakes . and they love each other so much . and i love them so much for that

Why do you like SCC? What about them has captured you?

anon i could go on for literal hours abt why these silly music robot darkners mean the absolute world to me and why they make me so happy and what about them has captured me but i will sum it up with

and also they kiss . doesn't get better than that