#I was insane about it. I contacted everyone who I could possibly get my hands on about doing a lesbian reylo au

[rey-gf]

The blast from the past this put me through. You guys say that you would’ve gone crazy and it would have been amazing but when I was 15 I hyperfixated so hard on this au I LIVED that better reality. And it drove me CRAZY that it wasn’t real and everyone else was living in this alternate universe where he was a cis man even though my lesbian ass was constructing epic lesbian space fantasy in my head. I was never as creative as I was when I had to build the world I already lived in from scratch. It’s the reason this blog exists today, why I could never quite shake my reylo phase even though I’ve moved on to greener gayer pastures.

…….Would you like some fic recs. I’ve got some real banger one shots

i literally do not care for kylo ren im sorry thoughts and prayers to you besties who are into the guy in some kind of way but it cannot be me ever. HOWEVER. had he been a woman. i shant speak.

[lesbianpepsi]

would it be a sin if i stayed?

pairing: ghostface!sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: you find out your girlfriend is hiding something from you

words: 3.120k

warnings: mentions of murders, gf!sam, knife, scream shenanigans, stab wounds, treating wounds, fear of cheating(?), swearing, bad writing

authors note: so it's been a minute huh, excuse the rusty writing i've been in pain and in a writers block

Everyone's entitled to their own secrets; there's nobody in the world that doesn't have at least one secret. 

Some people have small secrets such as not liking a certain food but saying they like to please the other person. Others don't have such sweet secrets.

The darkest secret you have is the fact you slit your ex's tire once after she cheated on you, it's not insanely dark or even cool, it's simply just a secret that you don't want people to know about.

Yet there's people in your life that hold such darker secrets, ones that could never be revealed to anyone; not even their most loyal loved ones. 

Unbeknownst to you that person is Sam Carpenter, your girlfriend of over a year.

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Me (17:29pm): i'll get started on dinner soon then?

Sammy<3 (17:32pm): Yes please. Hopefully I'll be done soon with my shift and can hopefully even help you a bit with the cooking! 👩‍🍳😊

Me (17:33pm): maybe i'll postpone for a bit then

Sammy<3 (17:33pm): No, start cooking. You need to eat and Derek is a bastard who won't let me off early anyways 😂😂

Me (17:34pm): fineeeee 

Me (17:34pm): see you soon then, love you <33

Sammy<3 (17:36pm): I love you too, Y/n ❤️

Me (18:12pm): i finished making dinnerrrr:)) 

Me (18:22pm): sammmm

Me (18:29pm): sam? 

Me (18:31pm): please answer me sam, where tf are you?? ik you finish your shift at six 

Me (19:06pm): Sam this isn't funny, please answer my calls.

You bite your bottom lip nervously as you reread over the messages hoping to see that small bubble pop up any second. 

Sure traffic was a reasonable reason to why Sam's late but she'd always message you after finishing her shift at work.

Sam's one of those people who never leaves the house without her phone being higher than 80%, meaning her phone being dead wouldn't explain it. She always made sure it had more than enough battery in case Tara or you called her and there was an emergency 

So why the fuck isn't Sam answering your texts? You can't help but worry after everything that's happened to the poor woman and her family with Ghostface. 

You've already tried calling her three times to no avail. Nervously you switch over to Tara's contact as your thumb hovers over the call button, debating whether you should ask her if she's seen Sam or not.

If Tara hasn't seen her and Sam is in fact just running incredibly late then you're just going to worry the younger Carpenter for no reason.

"Fuck." You mumbled to yourself as you lowered your thumb to dial Tara, deciding it's worth the risk.

Just as you're about to press down you hear the doorknob to your front door jangle, immediately you whip your head around to see Sam entering calmly.

You drop your phone and rush over to her throwing your arms around her desperately as you cling to her. 

Sam doesn't say anything as she slowly raises her hand to your back, rubbing it up and down slowly.

"Where were you, Sam? I thought something had happened." You say worriedly as you pull away staring into your eyes intently, noticing a glimmer in her eyes that you have never seen before. 

Her eyes looked darker, almost a lustful look in them. 

She sighed as she smiled apologetically. "Some girl puked all over the place so I had to clean it up so I wasn't done till six thirty, then my phone died so I couldn't text you."

You ponder for a second on the possibility of Sam's phone actually being dead since the messages and calls went through, meaning it would be impossible for her phone to be dead.

Biting your tongue you nod as you smile at Sam, just relieved to have her here. 

"Okay, glad you're safe then. I've made a plate for you so you just need to reheat it." Sam grins as she presses a quick kiss to your cheek making your ear burn just as they did the very first time they kissed you. 

"You're the best." She says and you chuckle giving a weak smirk. "I know right, the best girlfriend."

Sam pulls away from you as well, finally giving you a proper look of her. You tilt your head confused as you notice the baggy black hoodie she's wearing, practically devouring her and hiding her arms and upper body.

"You didn't leave wearing that this morning." You comment mindlessly as you grab the end of the sleeve, rolling your fingers around the soft texture.

Sam stiffens as she roughly pulls her arm away from your grip, crossing her arms over her chest. You frown at her abruptness. 

"It was in the trunk of my car." Sam replies dismissively with a wave of her hand before turning to enter your room. 

You remain where you stand a little frown toying on your lips. What was that about? You thought as you glanced at the doorway to your bedroom, the light being flickered on by Sam.

"I'm just gonna take a shower real quick then I can eat dinner and we can watch some movies?" You hear Sam yell from your room also hearing the erratic movement from her as you walk closer.

Leaning on the doorway you see Sam placing her phone, car keys and work badge on the dresser. 

"Want me to reheat your food for you?" You suggest with a smile. Sam nodded her head as she turned to face you, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead this time as she whispered, "I love you so much." before passing you and locking herself in the bathroom. 

A few moments later you hear the loud sound of the shower water hitting the bottom of the tub before it gets muffled by Sam entering the shower.

Against your better judgement you glance back into the room where Sam's phone is kept, the desperate urge to check it gnawing at you. 

You didn't want to snoop through it, no, you just wanted to see if she was lying or not. Which you basically already knew she was. 

You glance back at the bathroom door before rushing into the room to look at Sam's phone.

Reaching the drawer you picked up her phone and to your horror the movement of you picking it up lights the screen up. 


Sam's phone wasn't dead.

She lied to you. 

Sam wouldn't cheat on you, right? No, Sam would never. She loves you too much for that. 

Right?

Shaking your head in hopes of getting rid of those thoughts you place Sam's phone back into its original position, staring at it before leaving the room to reheat Sam's plate of food.

You trust Sam with your life and more and don't believe she's cheating on you since she's already quite possessive and protective of you after Ghostface. 

After placing the plate into the microwave you move back into the living room, dropping down onto the couch with a sigh as you wrap your fingers around the TV remote, pressing the on button.

The TV started up and immediately you were introduced to the loud male voice of the news reporter. You pulled out your phone and didn't pay much attention till you heard him utter a line that made your blood run cold.

"-two male victims stabbed to death near Parker Street, the police have no lead suspects as of now but a CCTV footage has been leaked showing the brutal murder and the killer wearing the infamous Ghostface costume."

Your eyes widened as you slowly lowered your phone, pushing yourself up the couch as you straightened your posture.  

Ghostface is back? It doesn't help that Parker street, that's the street where the bar Sam works at is at. 

"Sam!" You yelled and panicked as your eyes remained focused on the screen.

You could hear the shower stopping before moments later the door the bathroom being thrown opened and Sam rushes into the living room soaking wet with a towel wrapped around her body.

"What's wrong?" Your girlfriend asked as she moved to your side, holding your face with a possessive grip as she turned it to the side to see if you were hurt. 

You shake your head making her let go and nod towards the TV, Sam takes your hint and turns to focus on the screen.

She's silent for a moment, her breathing eerily calm as her eyes meet with yours.

"Ghostface is gone, we don't have to worry." She says as her hand glides into yours. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion as this is a total 180 reaction to how she reacted last time when Tara's classmate was murdered, and it wasn't even confirmed it was Ghostface at that time.

"Sam, the person was literally wearing a Ghostface outfit and two people were murdered on the same block where you work! This cannot be a coincidence." You rush out as you look down at your phone where it lay on the couch.  "We have to call Tara, Mindy and Chad. I'm not letting you all go through this again." You say as you grab your phone but you're stopped by Sam's hand wrapping around your wrist.

Looking up at her confused you see a blank expression on her face, not a panicked look you expected to see. 

"This is not our Ghostface, Y/n, calm down, please." Sam replies, moving her hand to interlock with yours with a tight grip.

Your jaw slackens as the crease between your brows gets even bigger. 

"A dude in a Ghostface outfit killed two people near where you work, Sam!" You insist on trying to make Sam notice how dire this situation is.

She shakes her head as she shuffles a bit closer, the droplets falling off of her and a few dropping onto you. 

"My Ghostface doesn't do random public killing, this is very out of character. It's probably just some psycho who's using it as a disguise, Y/n. It's fine. I'm safe, Tara's safe, the twins are safe and you're safe." You're speechless at Sam's smooth words, never hearing her so calm and confident. 

Last year she threatened to move countries instantly when it wasn't even confirmed it was about them. 

You let out a humourless chuckle as you shake your head. "And what did Mindy say when Tara was acting like you right now last year? It's a bit too close to home." 

Sam shakes her own head as she flashes a smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. "You trust me, don't you?" 

You let out a barely audible scoff as you nod your head at the question as if it was a stupid question to ask.

"With my life and more Sam." Sam's smile softens as she nods her head gently, as if knowing what you were going to say.

"So trust me on this, my love." She whispers, raising her wet hand to lay on your cheek lovingly. "Please." She adds in a whisper as her thumb runs up and down your cheek slowly. 

You maintain eye contact with Sam as you begin to feel yourself getting lost in her dark brown eyes, unconsciously nodding your head slowly.

Sighing you snap out of your trance as you smile weakly at her, squeezing your interlocked hands. 

"I trust you." 

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A few days have passed and the only person other than you who's showing concern over the murders is surprisingly Tara. The girl who was very adamant last year that this almost exact scenario wasn't related to them in any way.

You've been texting her non stop about your worries about the entire situation but you haven't said anything about your concerns about Sam. 

She lied to you, sure it was something very niche but with the timing of the murders; something just felt off. 

You have also noticed that Sam has been even more loving lately, not that she isn't always wonderful to you, but it's more than usual. 

You love the attention but you still can't help but feel that there's something wrong. 

It's a Saturday night and Sam's working the night shift again, you're not doing anything special so you decided to sleep in early. 

It's around two in the morning when you get awakened by a slam of the door, it immediately sprung you out of sleep since you've always been a light sleeper since the entire Ghostface incident. 

You rub your eyes as you slowly sit up, glancing around the room and notice Sam isn't in bed. 

Concern runs through your veins immediately as you push yourself off the bed to stand up, your feet hurting the cold floor as you move towards the door. Is it a complete dumb move to investigate the random loud noise? Yes, absolutely. But you can't help but think it's most likely Sam and maybe she's having another one of her attacks. 

"Sam?" You yell out softly as you open the door and glance around your small apartment, squinting your eyes to see better in the dark.

There's no sign of Sam but then you notice the light peeking through the bottom of the bathroom door. You definitely didn't leave the bathroom light on.

You head towards the bathroom door and go to open it but it's locked, you frown as your concern grows.

"Sam? Are you there?" You ask as you keep trying to unlock the door but to no use. 

A muffled grunt is heard through the door before you hear Sam's raspy voice. 

"Go back to bed, Y/n, I'll join you soon." Sam's muffled voice says as another low grunt is heard. That doesn't help your nerves at all.

You can feel your heart pick up a pace as you desperately keep trying to unlock the door.

"Open the door, Sam, please." You beg as you keep trying to open the door, shaking the doorknobs desperately. 

"No." Sam says sternly, making you shake your head at her stubbornness. "Sam if you don't unlock this door I swear I'll kick it down. Please open the door."

"No I-" Sam goes silent for a moment before continuing her words. "You can't see me like this, you'll leave me." 

"Sam I love you more than anything in this world, if you're hurt I want to see you and help you. Please." You say sincerely as you still your moments on trying to open the door, trying to show Sam how much you care for her. 

She doesn't say anything for what feels like an eternity, your fear growing with each passing second as you swallow nervously. 

Then you hear it, the door unlocking but Sam doesn't open it for you. Immediately you throw the door open and scan your eyes to find Sam sitting on the edge of the bathtub wearing her usual grey tank top, tight black cargos and thick black boots with bruises and a singular stab wound on her arms.

Your breath hitches as your eyes widen dramatically, your fear about Ghostface attacking Sam again being confirmed. 

Sam refuses to make eye contact with you as she sloppily tries to patch herself up, wrapping a bandage around below her shoulder that's already staining with a ruby red shade.

"Let me help." You whisper as you move to stand in front of her knowing in the frenzied state Sam is in she wouldn't tend her wounds properly.

She finally looks up at you and you notice the look of pure fear in her eyes, it breaks your heart. 

Sam stiffly nods her head as she lets go of the dirty bandage and lets it fall gracefully onto the floor. 

You don't take notice of anything else around you as your entire focus is only on your bleeding girlfriend. 

As you focus on the slash below her shoulder you see that she's sterilised it and only needs help with bandaging it up.

You grab a new roll and gently hold onto her elbow for a grip as you begin to tightly wrap the bandage around her wound.

As you keep wrapping enough layers around your eye's unconsciously flicker over to the bathtub, and the moment you see the objects scattered inside you feel your heart drop.

A bloodied knife is peeking out through a thick pile of black which almost looks like a blanket but that isn't what catches your attention. The bloodied Ghostface mask thrown carelessly near what you presume is the cloak is what makes your heart come back to life and rapidly speeds up. 

Suddenly everything makes sense.

The lie about her phone being dead when it wasn't, coming home late and the very calm reaction to the murders.

Sam wasn't attacked by the Ghostface on the news; Sam is Ghostface. 

You can pull your eyes away from the hollow eyes of the Ghostface mask as you keep bandaging Sam's stab wound up, the feeling of shame making your throat tighten. 

Not ashamed of Sam but the fact you don't immediately want to run away. Call the cops or even scream. Instead you stand there as you treated her wound. 

"That's enough layers, Y/n." Sam's quiet voice breaks you out of your stare as you avert your eyes back to hers, stilling your hands as you lock with her brown eyes.

Oh those big brown eyes. 

Grief swirls around in her eyes as if she's already grieving your relationship; grieving her life. 

You take a deep breath as a shaky smile slowly forms on your lips making Sam's eyebrows scrunched together confused. 

"I'll never stop loving you." You whisper to her as you finish bandaging her wound up, dropping your hand from her elbow to place on her cheek. 

Sam leans into your touch laying her own cold hand over yours, looking up at you with a softer gleam in her eyes. 

"I'm not a bad person, I only hurt bad people I promise." Sam whispers in a gravelly voice. You feel some reassurance from that but what shocks you the most is the fact you're not sure if you wouldn't have minded if they were bad or not. 

Would it be a sin if you stayed with her? Probably. But killing is most definitely a bigger sin which only makes you think of one thing. 


You and her will still be together in the afterlife. 

"Let's go to bed, my love." You whisper as you offer Sam your free hand to take to help stand up. 

Sam stares at it for a moment before she complies and slides her hand into your hand, a small smile grazing her lips. 

Everyone has their secrets and who are you to share them with?

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authors note: i'd do anything for sam (i hate this so fucking much)

[recreationalfanfics]

Tengen with a Tamaranean! Reader

Fandoms: DC, Demon Slayer

A/N: YEAH, NO, MY BRAIN HAS BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS. If you don't know what Tamaraneans are; they are an alien race in DC comics that Starfire comes from. Obv a Tamaranean would be too OP in Demon Slayer. ANOTHER GREAT THING ABOUT TAMARANEANS IS THAT POLY RELATIONSHIPS ARE NORMALIZED

Warning: Reader kisses characters out of nowhere (this is because Tamaraneans CAN speak other languages but they have to kiss someone in order to do it)

- NAH, BRO, HE AND HIS WIVES ARE INSTANTLY IN LOVE AND YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

- THE WAY YOUR HAIR SETS ON FIRE!? AMAZING. THE BEAUTIFUL GLOWING AND CALM AURA AROUND YOU!? IMMACULATE. YOUR STRENGTH AND KIND HEARTED NATURE!? FLASHY.

- He was probably fight a demon and you had just crash landed on Earth and while you had no idea what was going on, you stepped in when you saw the large and ferocious demon looming over him and used one of your star bolts.

- To be honest, I honestly think Tengen wouldn't think too much about aliens (my guy is wearing crystals) probably thought you were a demon at first but then you smiled at him and his brain went blank. Yeah, no, definetly not a demon.

- HIS WIVES CATCH UP, THEY'RE CONFUSED ABOUT WHO YOU ARE but are very fascinated by you. But then when they ask you questions, you can't understand them and you try to signal that to them with your hands but then you sighs and kiss the nearest one.

- That one happened to be Suma and she was shocked and when you pulled away, her face was beat red and she looked like she was about to faint. EVERYONE ELSE WAS BAFFLED BECAUSE THIS HAPPENS IN THE SPAN OF, LIKE, 30 MINUTES.

- "I'm sorry about that, I couldn't understand you before and I could not speak your language. My people overcome that obstacle through lip contact, I hope you understand."

- And they just accept it tbh. You seem very earnest and noble and you did save Tengen's life.

- NO BECAUSE YOU STAYING WITH THEM AND HELPING WITH CHORES. Lifting Hina up when things are too high for her to reach so she doesn't have to deal with smug Tengen, Holding Suma because you're so warm and your arms feel so strong and safe when she gets a bit too hysterical, and Makio getting all flustered when you tell her how beautiful she is when she's angry and she reminded you of a fierce war queen.

- TENGEN LITERALLY THINKS EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FLASHY. The way you can lift up all three of his wives and HIM with ease, the way you fly around with such joy and look so angelic as you do so, and how you try to support his fellow Hashira against demons and is always impressed by your strength in battle.

- BRO, IN ALL FAIRNESS, They were hesitant to confess to you because yeah, you were kinda flirty and free in your own sense due to the nature of your people, but then when they ask about polygamy and stuff and you tell them that it's not uncommon on your planet and that you wish to find your love or lovers, then they all perk up and bring up the idea of you becoming their partner.

- AND OF COURSE YOU ACCEPT. They have been nothing but kind and gracious to you and it didn't hurt that they were all so attractive.

- At night, they all definetly cuddle as close as possible to you because of how warm you are so you often times have to be in the middle (Tengen and/or Suma are the blanket stealers, I know it-)

- Your people are very affectionate so sometimes your lips might heat up during kisses and leave light burn marks on their skin. You apologize as Makio just pouts and gives you the silent treatment, Tengen is just smirking because tbh it's kinda hot to him, and Suma is a flustered mess along with Hinatsuru whose currently helping apply ointment.

- But yeah, no, Tengen would be showing you off all the time and ALSO, THE EGO BOOST HE'D GET WOULD BE INSANE BECAUSE HE'S LIKE: "DO YOU SEE THIS!? I HAVE FOUR WIVES, ONE OF WHICH IS AN ALIEN WHO CAN EFFORTLESSLY KILL DEMONS." to anyone who'd be listening.

[shukufuyu]

[A3! Backstage Translation] Tasuku Takato SSR — BE.MINE Ver.Tasuku (3/3)

Tasuku: I get the “pleasant” part though, but what do you mean “heart pounding”?

click below to read more, announcement/notes at the end of chapter

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Izumi: We’ll be in your care today!

Tasuku: Thank you for having us.

Staff: The pleasure is ours!

We’re currently preparing for the photoshoot, would you mind waiting for a few minutes.

Izumi: Understood.

…Anyways, Tasuku-san. I heard that for this photoshoot you got special training from Citron-kun.

Tasuku: Yeah. For practice, I ended up wiping a lotta people's heads with a towel.

Honestly at first, I thought it’s a little extra for a practice, but in the end I noticed there were moments that were useful as a reference for the photoshoot.

Izumi: Hehe, I’m glad. I heard it from everybody. Like “It was more pleasant than I thought” or like “It was heart pounding”....

CHOICE A: It’s mostly well received!

Izumi: It’s mostly well received!

Tasuku: I don’t know if I should be happy or what…

Izumi: I believe the practice for the reliable boyfriend paid off well! [1]

Tasuku: I guess yeah, it feels like staying up until late was worth it.

CHOICE B: Everyone had varying thoughts.

Tasuku: I get the “pleasant” part though, but what do you mean “heart pounding”?

Izumi: Apart from when someone was a kid, people usually don’t get their heads wiped.

It’s heart pounding because they’re not really used to it, I understand that feeling somehow.

Tasuku: Huh, really. I don’t really get it though.

Staff: I apologize for the wait! Takato-san, we’re starting now.

Tasuku: Aight, I’ll be going.

Izumi: Yes, please do your best!

Cameraman: I look forward to working with you today.

Then, please hold this towel and stand over there.

Tasuku: Understood.

Izumi: (....Ah. His expression suddenly became softer. Seems like he’s immersed in his role already)

Cameraman: Now picture your girlfriend before the camera, could you try striking a few poses for the shoot?

Tasuku: Yes.

Cameraman: First, let’s start a pose as if you’re wiping. Mhm, that’s good! Like that, that way…

Tasuku: …

Izumi: (It does feel like when a couple who happens to get back after an interrupted date)

(Even though they just got drenched from the rain, Tasuku’s expression shows that he’s having fun…)

(making the most of his time with his girlfriend, he wonderfully conveyed how much he cares about her wellbeing)

Cameraman: That’s great! For the last one, would you look over to make an eye-contact with the camera over here…like that!

Tasuku: …

Izumi: Nothing came out of Tasuku-san’s mouth…but I can see that he’s saying “You alright?” that’s Tasuku-san for you…)

later that week

Tasuku: …We’re back.

Izumi: Welcome home. Wait, you guys…what happened…

Citron: We were practicing soccer when there was suddenly a guerilla heavy rain, we’re soaking wet~!

Omi: Even though the weather forecast said it’d be sunny today.

Tasuku: It’s a shame, but we had to stop our practice.

Izumi: That’s terrible…

But anyways, I’ll go bring some towels, so please wait there for a bit!

Izumi: Alright, please use this!

Tasuku: Aight, thanks.

Tsuzuru: Helped us a bunch.

Citron: I’m drenched from the top to the tip of my feet~

Azami: So cold…

Omi: We should go take a shower as soon as possible.

Tsuzuru: Yeah we should. Or else we’ll catch a cold…

Tasuku: That’s how it is. Then I’ll prepare a change of clothes and go to...

Izumi: Ah! Tasuku-san, water is still dripping from your hair. Can you hand over the towel for a sec?

Tasuku: Yeah…

Izumi: …Alright, this should be fine! Please warm up the bathtub so you don’t catch a cold.

Citron: Tasuku, you’ve gotten better at wiping everyone’s heads, but looks like you’ve got a long way to go when it comes to wiping your own~!

Tasuku: That’s an entirely different thing.

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[1] this story reuses the atama wo taoru de fuku 頭をタオルで拭く(to wipe one’s head with a towel) phrase a lot, but I might go insane if i have to translate it in many more instances again, and when spoken in english, it’ll totally sound unnatural in an unironic setting, so i changed this specific line.

t/n: Hi! apologies for the wait, just a bit of an announcement, I'm getting closer my graduation and i need to realize the gravity of situation so I'll be spending more of my free time focusing on that. however, if you have a personal request for translation (exclusively for backstages), I'll happily translate it for you—please @ me on twitter and dm me a recording of the requested backstage (preferably gdrive links)

I'll try to be more active on my own accord by the end of the year or after finals, for more details/status regarding requests, you may check my blog description.

[paracosmicparadox]

So, I'm falling back into the FFXV kick, and I have decided that I disapprove of how little complex character development Square Enix has given the guys?? Like where is the emotional depth beyond surface-level cutscene angst?? So I took matters into my own hands and have compiled a handy little list of headcanons / expanded canons that I think make sense.

Noctis: Has clinical insomnia and frequent lucid dreams (sorta a given, but bear w me bear w me)

Feels the weight of having to take so much on from such a young age much, much more than he lets on

Loves to argue

Would've been happier if he and Luna stayed as childhood best-buds rather than betrothed fiancés (controversial, ik, but it just didn't seem like he cared that much for her romantically to me?? Like he obviously cared about her, but it seemed like a really strong penpal vibe rather than a "We're-gonna-get-married-and-be-the-next-hotshot-couple" vibe. If you disagree, coolio, I'm not gonna debate w you on this one)

Has a natural sadness to his eyes regardless of what he's feeling

Went through an anime phase (possibly still in his anime phase, idk)

Social anxiety for the win

Severe RBF

Prefers tea over coffee (black tea is best---particularly lavender earl grey)

Can play the cello (practicing tho?? Don't know her)

Writes the most beautiful poetry when The Motivation™ strikes him (usually when he's home sick and half-delirious)

Prompto: Has ADHD and clinical anxiety, but is undiagnosed and doesn't take any meds for either of them.

Is legit like SO SMART, but can never focus, so not many people take any notice

Wears contact lenses (he had glasses as a child and I refuse to believe he had some high-tech corrective surgery to eliminate the need for them when lenses are cheaper and less risky)

Doesn't drink caffeine because it makes him jittery

Doesn't drive the Regalia when the guys are around because having other people in the car distracts him from the road. Also he tends to drive like a speed demon, which worries Ignis to no end.

Sunburns insanely easily

Could legit become a hitman if he wanted to with the amount of gun-knowledge he has. It doesn't matter what firearm you put in this boy's hand---pistol, SMG, sniper, rocket launcher, you name it. He can and will hit the target every single time.

Addicted to adrenaline

Pansexual

Has a lot of self-loathing (we see a bit of this in Ep. Prompto) and talks with an online therapist about it via text whenever his lows hit him. He's making great progress in learning how to heal and how to accept himself for who he is beyond the mask he wears for others

Ignis: More than a little bit of a control freak, and works very hard not to be too overbearing or critical about his friends' misgivings

Hypochondriac

Wants to protect everyone all the time and mentally kicks himself when he doesn't get there fast enough

Is SO PROUD of Noctis's journey and felt a stronger hatred towards Ardyn than anyone else in the group for what he forced Noct to go through (he stayed up at night sick to his stomach with hollow rage and baked nonstop to take his mind off of it)

Can verbally obliterate a man, but only rarely chooses to do so bc he's classy like that

After losing his eyes, he notices so much more beauty in the world than he used to (the sound of rain on the Regalia's roof, the specific gait of each of his friends, the smell of salt on the wind in Galdin Quay, the flawless feel of one specific silk tie he has in his repertoire, etc)

His internal compass is never wrong

Regularly takes antacids for his stomach

Has the straightest teeth you've ever seen

Demiromantic

Gladio: Hates being wrong: it's his way or the highway

Actually so much smarter than the musclehead jock front he puts up

A little vain and easily jealous (this man has a Jealous Face like no other)

Thunderstorms are his favorite; his ideal place to be is at a campsite, during a storm, with a well-worn book and a mug of Irish coffee in hand

Would throw himself in front of a bus for any one of his friends

Would beat up kids for the folks he cared about in middle school and spent the time he wasn't training to be a Crownsguard sitting in detention with the most unrepentant, smug, and-I'd-do-it-again look scrawled across his face

Can make a better smoothie than anyone (except maybe Iggy)

Spotify junkie

Had a dinosaur phase as a kid and can still name random facts about them whenever the opportunity presents itself

Avid technology-hater and only has a phone to make calls and join the others in playing King's Knight since they begged him so profoundly (he's sure the thing's going to be his downfall)

Gets most of Prompto's pop culture references

[thatoneluckybee]

OKAY THOUGHTS TIME

This should be more coherent than last weeks where I lost my mind since this episode feels more like a lead-up to the drama rather than the drama itself. Which is exciting!

It’s 6:48 A.M. and they’re heading to school…. y’all I keep forgetting it’s been less than 48 hours since Tyler got kebabed. It’s been well over a year real-time so it’s so easy to forget these kids literally get NO break.

They all look so exhausted :(

Rest In Pieces Logan’s Glasses. He looks terrifying without them, but glad he has contacts. Makes me wonder, will they be broken or intact in the Phantom World? I think they’ll be intact since (if I remember correctly been a few weeks since I’ve reread) once they interact with an object in Phantom World, the Real World stops affecting it. Like the jeep. Also, are we gonna get contacts Logan from now on, will he get a new style of glasses, or will he just replace the lenses in a few episodes? (Also that hurt as a Glasses User who does not wear them as often as she technically needs to I don’t like them sensory eueuhhj. They must be SO expensive)

Again, WHERE IS AIDEN’S MADRE?

Ryan following them again… go away sir.

I can’t tell if Mike was glancing back because he notices Ryan’s car following them or if he was just checking on the Graveyard Gang… but I wouldn’t put it past him to notice they’re being trailed. He’s very observant.

Okay little screaming moment… HDJKWHBJKHJIHJWI THAT PANEL KILLED ME (Everyone looks so DONE and ANGRY and EXHAUSTED and the collective “No.” was GREAT. And then we have Ben looking like a troubled cat that’s just… disappointed. It’s cracking me up)

Logan likes french toast and Taylor likes egg and sausage biscuits, noted.

BARRON GET YO CRUSTY HINEY AWAY BEFORE I SMACK YOU WITH A FLYSWATTER YOU P E S T

They all looked SO COOL telling those losers off. It hurts so much to see how resilient they’ve gotten, honestly. At the start of the series they would’ve been scared or crying, now they’re just mildly irked. They’ve witnessed horrors. (Also boy RUN Ben is about to go FERAL on you)

Logan is scaring me. If they are turning into phantoms, he’s turning fast. It seems triggered by negative emotions…. that could be why Logan and Taylor seem the most affected right now?

Ashlyn is breaking my heart but I’m still so proud of her. Sucks HOW she’s learned to open up but seeing her now compared to the beginning is insane. Purposely avoiding ANY human contact and relationships to dead-seriously asking Logan to stay with her. I love how much she’s grown. And her hand was shaking… she’s getting good at being more vulnerable too!

Barron doin’ the little “I’M WATCHING YOU” sign is too funny to me— AND TAYLOR DOES IT BACK UYHIGYHIGYH I MISSED THAT THE FIRST READ

I WAS FEHWJFRIHIGUJ I NEEEEEED THE MR THOMAS LORE NOW. HOW DOES HE KNOW? Okay actually I have a few possible theories:

He is a part of or has encountered the crane organization. I still can’t still if the origami on his desk was symbolism, foreshadowing, or both.

He’s got eye bags. Could be natural (like mine) or… could Mr. Thomas also be in the Phantom World? Or he was when he was younger? If so, he would be REALLY valuable as an asset for our group. If he was when he was a high schooler as well but escaped that could help too. Now I’m just ITCHING for lore

AUGH I love Red’s pacing but it’s so annoying at the same time. I can TELL we as a collective are staring to figure things out (and as a collective I mean everyone on Tumblr and the Webtoon comments) but we literally just don’t have enough information to fill in the blank spaces without wild guessing. And we have SOME answers but we don’t know what questions they answer yet. Does get me SUPER pumped for the future of the series though!

EDIT: BUZZCUT’S NAME IS RYAN THANK YOU @planetarymesss

[destiny-in-the-universe]

i have a problem

my dash is getting filled with merlin content and now i have all the thoughts ever, i am slowly going insane-

first of all, i was literally part of superwholock (and merlin!) which meant there was a lot of room for chaos and shenanigans- as a roleplayer, i remember this was so illiterate but i can't handle that and so i'd troll people by replying in solely multi-para responses, but going back to my ideas!

on one hand, i could see about reworking on my older abandoned works - mostly due to hyperfix drops - but honestly, i might genuinely see about bringing them back! let yourself be 'cringe', write what you want and don't let anyone stop you! i never finished my superwholock fanfic because i thought it would be ill-received but if i can publish a fic for secret quartet- i can write that too

but i also had plans for a theoretical continuation of the series, and i genuinely had a smaller arc where it involved once upon a time- and merlin having his own antique shop and just- grrr, it was this whole thing cooking in my brain before i dropped it

except now, i am immensely and horribly fixated on rc9gn and that has to be one of the best (and equally worst-) interests i've ever had, i can't get enough of it which leads to this: merlin x rc9gn crossover. hear me out-

somehow, merlin ends up in norrisville and begins to realize there's a deep magic in the area, and it haunts him to the bone- he still hasn't found arthur which is a story for another day (meaning this idea is a wip-)

because it's merlin, he doesn't know how to let things be and decides to investigate; he inevitably learns about the ninja and is surprised when the energy seems young- that the current ninja is, in fact, a teenager and not an 800-year-old spirit. deciding he can't let this slide, merlin becomes involved in randy's life- wanting to help him but of course certain individuals make this incredibly difficult

so now, you have randy who's being mentored by both the literal embodiment of a book that's centuries old and the most powerful warlock to ever exist- but he fears being too much, can he really do this? though by technical terms, randy has magic; this has been proven, and i honestly thought of pyrokinetic randy- yk, because of his connection with the tengu

things slowly grow tense because this isn't a cartoon- how could it be? the sorcerer is a dangerous foe and eventually, he manages to escape; norrisville is throwing into disarray but randy has his mentors- he is not going to let them win... and happens to discover something about himself he didn't think was possible...

merlin will not see randy die. he will not witness something like that- but he knows randy's different, he isn't like the past ninjas (as i feel merlin would be contacted by the nomicon at some point-) and everyone will remember his feats, but things are never that easy

this is another extremely self indulgent idea but it's mine and i will write it, so if you see this more (and things like the warrior cats crossover for rc9gn) then that's what will happen pfft

[kinq-sleazee]

Bad Romance | Katsuki Bakugo

18+ MDNI| TW! ProHero, Noncon, Drugging, Yandere, DARK CONTENT

♔ ♕ ♚ ♛

With years spent comfortably in the Top 5, Bakugo has witnessed the stuff of nightmares and still stood tall, but there’s a sort of gnawing terror that unfolds every-time he gets a letter.

Don’t worry about it , they said.

It’s apart of the job, they said.

Fans will be fans, they said.

But this wasn’t a regular fan was it ?

The letter now lay crumpled on the floor. Along with the loc of hair and lewd photo that had been attached—him with a fling he met during his impromptu getaway to the mountains.

Past letters weren’t this intense. Just subtle warnings for him to keep to himself. But, this letter was scathing. Full of betrayal and dejection as if he actually knew this person. As if he’d actually wronged them.

How could you , Katsuki ? Don’t you care at all ? How many times do I have to tell you ? You’re mines. Heroes are supposed to save people, not get them hurt; but, look at what you made me do… I don’t think you understand, Katsuki but it’s fine I’ll keep proving myself until you realize that I’m the only one for you. You don’t need anyone else, silly. Remember our night together? God—you were so pretty when you came. It was so good that I had to see it again, and again and again and again and again. Hehe— I pulled so much cum from you that night that I thought you might die ! Maybe I should post the pictures and let the public see how lewd their Number 2 can be ? I’ve already hurt one person and I’d hate to hurt you too.

This was going too far. How could they have even found out about this ? Hell— he didn’t even know where he was going when he hopped in his car and drove as fast and far as he could. Were they following him ?

That person had claimed before that they had been intimate but he he’d assumed they were being delusional. Now they claimed to have photos ! He couldn’t recall who it could’ve possibly been and he knows for a fact he’d never consent to having his photo taken. It was driving him insane.

“My office now” he snarled into the intercom and you bound in a few moments later. Eyes wide and brimming with concern. “Is everything okay, sir?” You asked, swallowing hard when you noticed the crumpled letter on his normally spotless floor.

Of course he’d made you aware of the letters. You were his secretary and he wanted you to remain diligent against potential threats. You did your best to filter out the fan mail but this person was crafty. You didn’t doubt Dynamight’s ability to keep you and everyone in the Ground Zero agency safe, but seeing him so rattled was unsettling.

“Have that sent to the lab to be traced for DNA or anything that can be traced to sender; also, contact the woman from that NDA— she may be injured or worse”.

You hurriedly gathered the evidence and headed back to your desk but not before smiling at Dynamight’s gruff thanks.

Bakugo couldn’t do much work that day. He spent his time in the office going over paperwork and stewing over the letter. He wouldn’t even leave to eat. You had to bring him in a sandwich and your special tea blend. When you came back the sandwich remained untouched but the tea was gone. He asked for a refill because it was soothing.

“Hey”.

You looked up to find Bakugo gazing down at you, slightly swaying. Alarmed you jumped up to steady.

“Omg, Dynamight Sir .. Are you okay !?!”

He swatted your hands away claiming that he was fine but once you let him go his knees started to buckle.

“Nuh uh— we’re going to the hospital—

“Don’t need a fuckin’ hospital” he slurred, “M’not weak, y/n”.

You felt your cheeks flush. He rarely addressed you by name and when he did it was with such sobering intensity.

“Umm— well you gotta go home, maybe I can call Deku too..

“Not letting that freak in my home” he grumbled, eyes started to close as he rested more of his weight on you.

“Red Riot ?”

He shook his head “no”.

You huffed, obviously exasperated by his difficult behavior.

“Fine, I’ll take you. Give me a second to get things sorted”.

It was about a thirty minute drive to Dynamight’s home. You let the two of you in with the emergency key he’d provided you after a year on the job. Bakugo didn’t trust many people so it was kind of a big deal.

His home was nice. Not too big. Not too small. It was perfect. Like him.

He was still moaning and whimpering about the headache he’d developed during the ride over.

You shushed him and guided him towards the master bedroom where you sat him on the bed. His crimson eyes followed you sleepily as you removed the pieces of his costume—sighing contently with each layer. He only interrupted when you reached his utility belt to undo his pants.

“Watcha’ doin’?” He blinked, and it was the second most adorable expression you’d ever seen on the man.

“M’takin’ care of you silly”. You shushed him with a hand through his hair and a soft peck to his forehead. He hummed, falling back onto the pillows to let you work.

Bakugo hissed when the cold air hit his shaft but he was quickly enveloped in warmth. It felt so good. That sticky warmth. He couldn’t help but rut his hips. He didn’t know what was happening but he did know that you were there. Taking care of him like always. No matter how unbearable he was you always remained there. Even when everyone else had left. You were all he had.

“F-friend” he whined, it was all he could manage. With that hot warmth smothering him and the cloudy hazy of his mind he was losing consciousness. He could barely register you moving on top of him to kiss behind his ear.

Silly man , you thought, smiling to yourself at the delicious stretch.

“I don’t wanna be friends”.

[pinkjellyfishgirl-blog]

Always Read The Papers Before You Sign (Jack in the box mascot X Reade) chapter 2

Summary:

(y/n) gets settled in her new house with Jack. It doesn't go as smoothly as planned.

Jack had in his hand, a small box which was holding a 14-carat diamond ring. (y/n) stumbled back into the wall, she couldn’t believe what just happened. Jack got off the ground and walked towards her with the ring. He took her hand and proceeded to try and put the ring on her finger.

(y/n) jumped and ran away from him. She went behind the desk, trying to build a distance between herself and Jack. Her face was filled with panic. Jack looked at her disappointed.

“What’s wrong? Is the diamond not to your liking?”, he said sadly looking down at the box.

(y/n) couldn’t process what was going on. ‘Did he just ask if the ring was the issue? Not the fact he just proposed to a complete stranger in the backroom of a fast-food chain?!’ she thought to herself. Her ideal proposal really didn’t include her wearing her old unwashed fast-food uniform. She put her hand on her head and tried to calm herself down. She looked back up at Jack, who was watching her every move.

“Sir the ring is not the problem, it’s beautiful in fact!” (y/n) replied hastily.

Jack looked back at her; his smile had returned.

“Please, call me Jack,” he said.

“Well, ‘Jack’ it’s not the ring, it’s the fact that you don’t even know me and I don’t know you. I am truly flattered by your offer but I must decline”, she replied in a soft voice. She didn’t want to piss him off, especially after confessing his love for her.

Jack started to laugh and (y/n) just looked confusedly at him. ‘I guess he has finally gone insane’, she thought frightfully. Probably would have been better if she wasn’t caught in the cross fire of it all. Jack finally started to calm down from his laughing fit. He wiped a fake tear from his eye.

“You really crack me up, you know that little mouse. I guess I should be the one to tell you that there is no way for you to get out of this. That contract you signed gives me the option to financially destroy you in court if you don’t agree to marry me and go through with it”, he told her smugly. “And if that isn’t enough proof”, Jack said than snapped his fingers together.

An army of lawyers came filing into the room. They were all dressed in expensive suits, hungry for a new case. Jack pointed towards the group.

“The best lawyers you can get in the state. So, what do you say? Do you really want to make this harder for yourself,” Jack said as he slowly walked over to her.

(y/n) sank into the seat behind her. There was no possible way she could get out of this arrangement without destroying her life. Even if she did fight him, she could never win against someone like him in court. She let out a long sigh and put out her left hand.

“I would be happy to marry you Jack”, she said looking up at him.

(y/n) didn’t mean it, but what other choice did she have. Her plan so far is just to bide herself sometime until she can make a break for it. Jack takes her hand in his and slips the ring on her finger. His hand was so much bigger than hers, it felt comforting in a way to her.

Jack turns to the group behind them. “She said yes, everyone assemble and roll out”, Jack said sending everyone in a scramble to leave the building.

Jack begins to walk towards the door holding (y/n) hand. He led her out of the office only for them to come to a line of people standing outside. As they walked past, everyone congratulated the new couple. This was all too much for (y/n), she looked up to Jack, he was waving and thanking everyone. ‘Has everyone gone insane,’ she thought to herself worriedly. She was miserable while walking past everyone including her co-workers. They just looked in shock and horror at her. She couldn’t hold eye contact with them.

“What about finishing my shift? I can’t just leave”, (y/n) told Jack as he dragged her out of the restaurant.

“You don’t have to work anymore. I’ll provide everything for you,” he replied cheerfully.

A black car was pulled up a front the entrance of the restaurant. A man exited the car and opened the car door for Jack. Jack pushed (y/n) forward towards the car, putting his hand on her lower back. She didn’t expect his hands on her already. She entered the car and Jack followed soon after. (y/n) looked out of the tinted car window, watching as her old life slowly left her forever. It was all too much for her and tears started to run down her cheeks. She looked over to Jack only to notice he was on the phone. She quickly wiped her tears away.

“No, you don’t understand. I said I wanted the walls to painted blush pink, not baby pink… Can you believe this guy,” Jack said and then hung up the phone. He turned to looked at (y/n).

“Must have a lot of questions, ask away,” he said with a smile.

(y/n) head was full of so many questions, she didn’t know where to start. She was just thinking to herself, ‘Why, why did he pick me? Did he offer this contract to others? Was she just the unlucky one who signed it’. She looked down at her feet.

“Why did you do this? Why did you pick me to marry? I thought you were married already!” She felt her heart strings pull as she spoke. (y/n) had seen Jack’s wife in many commercials, just none of recent. Even if he was single, he probably could have anyone he wants. Why bother tricking a poor woman into marriage.

Jack crossed his legs and thought about her questions for a second. (y/n) looked up from the ground and made eye contact with him.

“Why? Because I know you wouldn’t have said yes any other way. Why you in particular? I have been watching you for some time from a distance, though you never noticed me clearly.” He sounded hurt as he spoke.

“As for my ex-wife, we have been divorced for some time now. We do share custody over our son we had together”, Jack said in a regular chipper manor.

(y/n) let what Jack just told her sink in. He had been actively stalking her was all she could get from those comments. ‘No wonder his wife left him’, she thought to herself. She was a lot luckier than (y/n), stuck in a car with this insane man next to her. Jack had some personality traits and actions which some would call ‘extreme’ but he just likes to think of them as quirks. Everyone has to have some to make it in the world of business.

“I don’t really understand… were you following me around or did I serve you at work and not notice”, she asked nervously. Though anyone would of noticed a man with an ice cream for a head. “Oh don’t worry about all that now… oh look we are driving past your old apartment. Must feel nice to be moving out of there”, he replied, changing the subject.

(y/n) eyes widened. She couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, what!? Why are you taking all my stuff? Where are you taking me?” She yelled at him.

Jack just smiled back at her, seemly unbothered by her upset state. He reached his hand out towards her. She flinched not knowing what to expect but Jack just patted her on the head. (y/n) felt he was more treating her like a child than an adult.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I am having all your items moved into our house together. I think you like it a lot more, your own room and space too”, he said proudly.

Everything in (y/n) world was changing. She couldn’t even be in her own place thanks to the contract. At least she would have her own room and not have to share with Jack. She turned to glance at Jack, his body was muscular which showed even through his suit. “Sharing a room might not of been so bad… what I’m I thinking, he literally kidnapped me!’ She thought hating herself.

Jack noticed her looks towards him. It wouldn’t be long till she is comfortable around him, he just had to be patient.

The car started to slow down as they turned into the driveway of (y/n) new home. It was gigantic compared to anything she has ever lived in. It was a multi-floor house, with a wide front garden and many windows all along the front of the building. It was the American dream home many wanted but will never get.

The car stopped and Jack moved to open the door. He stepped out and offered his hand to (y/n) to take. She slowly took his hand and he led her out the vehicle. She walked around her new surroundings taking everything in. The movers were already taking her things into the house when they arrived.

“It’s a wonderful house you have here Jack”, (y/n) stated trying to make small talk with him.

“Why thank you, it will soon be yours too”, Jack replied back sweetly.

He moved closer to her and put his hand on her lower back. (y/n) felt warm from the touch and didn’t move away from him. Sadly, the moment came to an end when the sound of little feet came running towards them.

“Dad, I have missed you!” A young boy yelled as he ran over to Jack.

“I missed you too Jr!” Jack said as he crouched down to pick up his son.

He looked a lot like Jack, even down to having the same pointed nose as him. He couldn’t have been much older than 10 years old. Jack was talking to his son and (y/n) watched them. He was a lot sweeter here than at the restaurant, it almost made (y/n) forget about it for a moment. She was snapped out of her of thoughts by Jr.

“Who is this lady, Dad?” He said while point at (y/n).

Jack got a bit nervous, something she didn’t ever expect to see.

“Well, she is Dad’s new girlfriend. I told you about her before she was coming to stay with us, kind of like another mommy,” Jack explained to the child.

Jr stared at (y/n) for a moment, he crossed his eyebrows. She started to feel nervous now, she was not informed that she was going to be a step-mom.

“I don’t like you; you will never be like my mom!” He yelled at her.

He jumped from his dad’s arms and ran over to her. (y/n) didn’t expect the next thing, which was a small child leg being rammed into her own knee. The pain was intense, she didn’t expect him to kick her so hard. She had fallen over on the floor, cradling her leg. Jr ran off back into the house and Jack went over to (y/n).

“I am so sorry, I only thought he would slap you at most. Can you walk?” He asked in a worried tone.

(y/n) let out a groan and tried to stand up. It was too sore to walk on.

“I think I’ll live; I just need to rest it for a minute before walking. It’s okay, I used to babysit children all the time, they were crazy”, she replied back in a joking tone.

Jack’s face was filled with worried.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him after I take you in”, Jack softly told her.

Before she could protest Jack picked her up bridesmaid style. He carried her like she weighted nothing. He took her up into the house and up the stairs. It gave (y/n) a chance to see into the house. It was impossibly clean and has a homely interior design aesthetic. She noted the different family photographs on the wall. Jack stopped outside a door which she expected to be her room.

Jack opened the door and placed her down on the plush double bed. (y/n) lied down on the soft mattress, trying to get comfy.

“I’ll let you get settled in. I need to talk to my son, but if you are up later on, we should talk more,” Jack said in a caring tone.

He waited a minute before leaving, as if he wanted to say something else but didn’t. He soon left, leaving her alone in the bedroom. The room was filled with her items from home neatly place in the room. There wasn’t much for her to do as she couldn’t walk, so she stripped down her work uniform off and went under the covers. So much had happened to (y/n) in only one day, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning she was awoke by running footsteps up and down the stairs. She slowly stretched her leg to find it had healed significantly over the night. She got up from her bed and went researching for some clothes. Her pajamas were all placed neatly in a draw and she took a pair.

(y/n) got dressed and left her room to see what was going on. Walking down stairs she found Jack and Jr talking to each other. Jack turned to look at her and walked over to give her a big hug. (y/n) blush from the contact, he felt so much taller than she was.

“Good morning little mouse, how is your leg doing?” He asked concerned for her.

Jr had gone back to watching cartoons on the TV instead of speaking to her.

“Morning, I’m doing a lot better today actually,” she replied sheepishly.

She scratched the back of her neck nervously. Why couldn’t she concentrate around him?

“I know this is ridiculous to ask but can you watch Jr for a bit. A work meeting came up and I have to attend it”, he asked her kindly.

(y/n) know the kid didn’t like her so probably better to get someone else to watch him. But as this was a last-minute resort, she understood the situation he was in. It would give her well needed bonding time with Jr and gives her something to do.

“Okay, I’ll watch him. I am sure we will be best friends by the time you get back.” (Y/n) said in a chipper voice.

“Great, then it’s all sorted… Also, if you think of running away while I am away, I will track you. There are security cameras all over the property and body guards to watch you,” Jack said seriously. She was sweating now. There was the scary Jack he was known for being coming out like always. She let out a sigh.

“Well, I’m off, have fun,” Jack said as he bounced out of the front door.

It was just (y/n) and Jr. She decided to join him on the coach and see what he was watching. He was fixated on it.

“Hey Jr, do you want me to fix you anything for breakfast?” She asked smiling at him.

She was trying to put the whole attacking her yesterday behind them. She really didn’t want to end up a pulp by the time the day was over. Jr looked back at her annoyed. “No, I don’t want anything from you.” He said and then stuck out his tongue at her.

Well, that didn’t work at all.

“Come on, I just want to get to know you. Your dad said we had to spend some time together inside,” She said now was a fake smile on to cover up her annoyance. “You know what we can do, lets go outside and play!” He said with a happy smirk.

Jr knew that if you both left the house without security (y/n) would be in a lot of trouble. He jumped out from his seat and ran off. (y/n) ran after him, she didn’t want to be killed by Jack for losing his only son.

“Why don’t we just play inside, we can do whatever you want!” She yelled behind him.

She was trying to plead with him. They were going to already break the first rule Jack had set up and it was not even 10 minutes since he had left.

Jr unlocked the back door before (y/n) could stop him and he was sprinting off into the woods behind their house. She ran after him, trying not to lose him. ‘God, I really think I am a bad babysitter. He could get hurt in there,” she thought in a panic. She entered the woods trying to keep up with Jr but she couldn’t. She stopped to catch her breath. She panicked and started to call out his name. “Jr! Jr! This isn’t funny anymore where are you?!” (y/n) said in a worried voice.

There was a commotion heard up ahead, so she ran towards the sound. Her feet were sore from running bare foot on the ground. She cursed through the pain and kept going. When she arrived at the noise, she saw Jr being held by a big strange man. (y/n) ran over to start fighting the man when she got hit on the head hit on the head with a piece of metal. She fell to the floor like a bag of bricks. She started to get up but she couldn’t. She tried her best to stay conscious. The sound of Jr cries filled the air. The last thing she saw was a pair of large red shoes walking in front of her before she passed out.

If you enjoyed this chapter please leave a like, thank you! ❤️

[fantomefawn]

Okay… so everyone was very kind and like I’m honestly amazed anyone even saw my little post about the fic and not knowing what i want to do? Like holy cow even @shieldofiron was kind enough to acknowledge it which is wild to me since i basically stalk everything they post on my main account. Anyway that being said… I am going to go the snippet route, cause really its the fuck around and find out urge i get at least once a year to do something a little too impulsive. Like post the fic before my planned posting or like idk chopping off my hair (I never like the chop, its always a bad idea but that never stops the random urge that comes upon me)

I am truly hoping this gets it out of my system.

Anyway tiny snippet, but I am going to warn you, that like i wont be giving out the insane cast list for this fic, but I will say some of it is pure chaos but like workable chaos and not every couple that ends up together i even ship? But yes batshit insane. I am also a die hard obsessed Pride and prejudice fan and know waaaayyyy too much about it. I’ve seen every version that still exists minus the musical… because i know I can’t do it. But i mean I’ve even seen the fucking Mormon version. Which i obviously don’t recommend, the Bollywood version is cute tho. Either way, it was the second chapter book i ever owned and I’ve loved it forever sooo like my boys deserved a good straight up Pride and Prejudice Au. This is like a very little snip, chapter 1 is 9k and chapter 2 is over 11k and I am still working on chapter 3

Forgot to note that because of regency period like social and class systems being so freaking complicated iiii just made it ABO

BT chapter 1 Snippet:

““Angie, Dustin what have I told you about listening at the door?” Steve was incensed as the two kept up their quiet but undoubtedly giddy behavior.

Angela scoffed briefly at him and swatted back at his hand before cheerfully responding,

“Who cares about that Stevie? Someone, an Alpha, has finally rented Cherry Lane!”

Dustin who was barely older than Angela and more like her shadow immediately piped in,

“Ms. Cunningham from the West, she has 5,000 a year!” Steve let go of Angela’s skirt in shock.

“Really?” Steve couldn’t help himself as tried to look over the two of them to see his parents talking. The pair quietly squealing in unison that she was single made him give way back into an amused smirk.

“Who’s single?”

Steven grinned down at Robin who had come around the corner at his side before turning his face back toward his parents and whispering to her,

“A Ms. Cunningham apparently.” Steve was annoyed and amused in equal measure as Dustin shushed him and rolled his eyes at Robin who gave him a look of commiseration.

“Mr. Harrington, you must go and visit her. Welcome her into the neighborhood.”

The children all watched as their father seemed to move in near circles around his wife whilst asking her,

“How can it possibly affect them if I go and visit Ms. Cunningham?” They all heard rather than see their mother stamping her foot.

“How can you possibly be so tiresome and annoying? I’m hoping she might marry one of them. I sincerely doubt I could have been all that much clearer about it especially since this isn’t the first conversation, we are having about this.” Mr. Harrington didn’t even make direct eye contact with his wife, but he did arch his brow in her direction.”

[gnomey22]

Fish Tank

I haven't done anything on here except textpost memes and reblogs for a while, and I was just thinking about the scene where Chat shoots Shrimp out of a cannon after hearing her Love Song, and now I have the sudden urge to write about why it's one of the best scenes in the entire season. The title is just a team name I made up for these two, those are obligatory when Chat shoots someone.

Firstly, I think this scene is the single best showcase of Chat's real intentions when shooting someone from their cannon, unless they have pre-existing beef with the person they shoot - they're trying to show their appreciation/love by team-attacking with them, and this is their only way of doing so. It might even be an attempt at a compliment, means that the person is strong enough for the collision to do enough damage to the targeted enemy! One of my favourite things about Chat as a character is how they have zero normal methods of showing their love for someone, and the methods they choose make it very easy for them to come across as forceful or annoying. This is prominent in all of their character relationships, but just before they shoot Shrimp from their cannon, Daniel Failboat establishes the lore that Chat's insane amount of eyes are a terrible combination with Bo's inability to make eye contact, and that seems like a perfect example for my point, because despite that giant setback, Bo is arguably their most positive relationship in the series. Back in the Realm of the Fey, their constant insanity (and lack of Failboat to balance it out) forced Bo to take some responsibility, even though that's the last thing she wanted to do, and that was the first step in lifting both her confidence levels, and her personal connection to the team, which are integral to her character arc. Chat's love language is as unconventional as they get, but even towards someone who is logically completely unprepared to handle them, it can actually work. They're a nonsensical being, and they have very little idea of what could actually harm someone (they are still a child, who don't really know how to use their literal artillery), but as long as their intentions shine brighter than their methods, you can see the heart behind the insane things they do.

Secondly, since I've talked for so long on how this builds Chat's character, I'll talk for even longer about how it builds on Shrimp's. Specifically, how carefully she reacts to the situation at hand, considering her newly budding friendship with Chat. She's aware that they can do this, and she's been rooming with them for a decent while, so she has a closer understanding of their personality than ever, and she's already prepared for the possibility of being shot. However, she is caught completely off-guard when they ask her to get in the cannon, though - not because she's surprised that they'd ask that, but because they preface it with declaring their love for her (Strictly platonic, obviously, as the Love Song ability suggests). Shrimp hasn't made a lot of friends in her own age range, considering the bullies she faced back in the ocean, and most of The Incident being adults, so she has to make a lot of guesswork on whether Chat's actions of friendship with her are okay or not. She's more experienced with live chats than anyone, so they really get along on a surface level, but more complicated situations like this are hardly her expertise, she literally ran away from home when confronted with one- but Chat is the furthest thing from those bullies, they fully believe in her talents, and they're actively trying to push her into the limelight! The attack actually saves someone's face, too! Shrimp is physically hurt by the proceedings, though, and everyone has made it clear to her that her pain does indeed matter. These contradictions mess with Shrimp's head, so for a brief time, she tries to ignore them. She also ignores Chat by extension, choosing to hype up Bill for the rest of the venture, and only confronts them when they get back to the Inn, during which she does the only thing she can think of - set some boundaries. Nearly impossible to do with Chat, but she can't completely rely on Bill to moderate her actual live chat, she needs to take responsibility as well, and it works! Chat's belief in her extends to her somewhat-light-hearted threats, and even though they move to Failboat's room shortly afterwards, their friendship with Shrimp has obviously benefitted from this. They even picked up some of her singing skills, and Shrimp's made her first steps in navigating a friendship with someone who isn't an authority figure for her. Chat never meant to hurt her, and since this is the first time, she doesn't hold any hard feelings towards them. That's a waste of her emotions.

Thirdly, and most obviously, the scene is fucking hilarious, and makes perfect use of Miitopia's mechanics. Daniel Failboat's own laughter is infectious, and the immediate juxtaposition of the character's attacks, only to increase their bonds in the end, is only possible through a vessel as absurd as the Miitopia video game! I can't imagine a world where anyone could sit down and intentionally write that scene, it has to happen of its own free will, and Failtopia in general makes perfect use of that idea.

[daenystheedreamer]

I am going insane over the omeagorverse is it possible that we could hear more about Jaehaerys 2 electric boogaloo and Maris the lesbian kids?

ABSOLUTELY for you, everything 🫶 love the pfp btw<3 my apologies this is late i drafted it and it got lost :(

so each descendent of the cursed maegor bloodline gets one fucked up deformity 🫶 jaehaerys got little nubby horns (very small hidden by his hair) viserra got a forked tongue that the maesters quickly and quietly stitched up (she cuts it open again later for the vibes) and daenys got stubby wings and a vestigal tail (maesters cut them off). u know the descriptions of targ stillbirths its like What if that sorta 'leaked' into the live births >:)

aegon and aerion the twins do the jacob and esau gripping the heel thing >:) and aegon comes out with a portion of his leg/heel blackened and scaly, with aerion gripping it and the hand is also blackened and scaled. FUN! and later on when theyre older and the mommy's favourite vs daddy's favourite drama is settling in maris considers doing a aerea/rhaella twin swap and even gaslighting the kids into believing it but the scales mean she can't :(

aegon walks with a limp and uses a cane and aerion wears a glove over his scaly hand. aegon is pissy about it because his deformity affects his health more than aerion's does and aerion is pissy cos he had to learn how to wield swords differently he had to figure it out himself Plus add into how he got exiled to essos when he was 14 yeah he's mad about having to REALLY learn to fight. so he thinks he's actually worked hard to become a fighter he actually put in work as opposed to his brother who is crippled and just GETS to have the crown. the heel+hand are also slightly burned as if in the womb aerion tried to burn his brother...

helaena had stubby wings like daenys <3 they got cut off when she was an infant as well. bled real bad though cos they were more developed than daenys' had been. she was kept hospitalised for ages after birth and it freaked everyone out but she survived. they had to cauterise the wound so she has very large and shiny burn scars on her back. jae also ordered the procedure while maris was still in childbed and a little delirious without consulting her. So that caused a bit of a rift. it also made jae+maris treat helaena as their specialist little baby girl who must always be protected.

daenerys has webbed fingers and toes like dragon wings >:) she's the one who married corlys so she gets called a mermaid. they didnt get cut off because they were sort of normal enough to not get noticed + its a trait some people in westeros are described with + maris was like yeah im not going through that horror again (she is going to go through horrors again). daenerys is the kid who's most normal about her Weird Quirk she's like it makes me swim better it makes me cool and sexy

viserys got a vestigal tail also like daenys<3 only this time it was actually a little prehensile. so again maris said i am NOT cutting that shit off. but after a few years they're like ight we can't hide this it's going to cause problems in court it's going to put our legitimacy and supremacy into question. So they cut it off when he's like 5 or 6 ^_^ it's very traumatic and painful. like they drug him up but that makes it worse cos now the memories are muddled and scarier and he hallucinated a little bit. and maris and jae couldn't bear to watch the procedure so he was alone surrounded by maesters (who already have FUCKED vibes). daenerys snuck in and held his hand for a while before getting kicked out :)

maegelle gets slitted pupils like a dragon's eyes :) obviously cant be removed... it's so obvious too and can't be hidden or explained away so maegelle is treated very differently by everybody than her siblings cos she just looks odd. has to learn to avoid eye contact 🫶 socially induced autism. she also sometimes wears a veil partly as a modesty faith thing but it doubles as a way to hide her face. she likes cats because they have the same eyes as her<3 she has three pet cats named nightshade (black cat) moonbloom (white cat) and frostfire (orange cat). if the warrior cats books existed in westeros she would have been fine...

@honestly-i-just-like-mythology  sincerest apologies for how late this must be 🙏 i lose things in my drafts bcos i want to make sure theyre as fun as possible and then it just flutters away from my mind

[emmacreatures]

A SUDDEN CHANGE IN HISTORY (RACING SONA INTRODUCTION)

Hi guys!! little silent but I'm SO excited! Me and my fave person @niku30 decided to watch Gran Turismo in London as a sudden movie to watch. I personally am the biggest car freak so I was so excited to go and see it together. Its even a game I used to play on the PSP as it was my first game on the console and adored it since. Not realizing they made such a stunning movie! It inspired me to write a new OC that I'm extremely excited about to show. PLEASE NOTE, I'M SO RUSTY WITH WRITING BUT I WAS SO EXCITED TO GET TO THIS!!! I'll post more soon but I'm so insanely inspired! I cannot wait to write for Niku's OC too once that sets sail! Thank you guys for reading!

It was another big day in the racing world. Mccoy was close to becoming a challenger for the so called 'head' or 'leader' of the racing world, standing number one after a big event that everyone knows about. "I'm going to kick his ass, everyone's. They dont know whats coming for them." Vernon said as he was all over himself. "You got this. Previous races you've been close, but you need to win this in order to be chosen to get in the higher rac-" Vernon's trainer said, noticing an immediate displeased look from Vernon. "You dont think I know that? I've been FIGHTING FOR THIS, Dont look at me as if I'm stupid-" "NO of course not Mccoy- I'm aware that you're aware". A whole group was all around Vernon as he really thought he was ontop of this world. Sure, its good to be confident in this type of work.. But Vernon was a spoiled bastard and known to receive constant compliments.. Having had the luck of his father being in the same business, so rolling into it made it quite easier having a known family member in the game..

While in the shadows, a slighty younger man watched the whole finesse take place, passing him without even seeing him. With crossed arms he kept his distance while the energies everywhere were immense. It was a weird world. Within a glimse of an eye, accidents could happen. You could become rich.. You could be known by the world for a skill. Sometimes luck was in the game, more than might want to admit. But while all those dangers were there and risks to take, the itch to drive.. was beyond irresistible. No one knew him like they knew Vernon. But his mother, his mother knew he was well raised enough to be a racer like Vernon was.. It was just a complicated world to begin with. Everyone hated you, no one was supportive until the dollar signs popped up.. and of course, a whole setup required alot of connections. Cayden on that hand, wasnt so lucky like vernon was. The only reason Cayden was along Vernon's group, was because of his mom's connections..

Cayden's world had always something to do with the drivers.. the races, but he never got the support he possibly needed in order to get into the big game. But that didnt stop him at all to try and get close to it. When Cayden wasn't born yet, his mom got in contact with one of the most known racers back in the day, not even having a clue on what that world was like, but the two just clicked and the rest was history.. Eventually having Cayden being brought into the world, the parents noticed Cayden's interest towards that world rather fast. Though in early stages of his growth, the relationship didnt stand for long after that as much as they tried, leaving Cayden and his mom on their own. Luckily, the father left behind some of his stuff as support, having noticed Cayden had a gift.. When it came to things in that direction. A daredevil.. Someone who wouldnt stand back for a second. He'd drive down on bicycles. Fall down hard but stand up like it was nothing, and make it more extreme along the way to challenge himself to get better.. See how far he could go. Rather fast, he'd pick up on how to handle anything in the direction of cars, how to push them. Go as far as it could go before it would be beyond repair. Find the limits, and cross them. Once Cayden arrived in his teenage era, he would go in the nights, working on a car that was far more powerful than it seemed, and drive along long highways he knew were pretty much empty at those hours. His mom figured out eventually, and sometimes worried, but deep inside she knew, he had it in him. There was something that no matter what you'd do, he'd find a way. So why should she try and stop him..

Over the time, when Cayden finally grew older, the two stayed around in the racing world due to connections, and his mom got in contact with another racer, that eventually turned more serious. Cayden was hesitant, liking to just be together with just his mom, but he too wished happiness for her, as the first break up hurt her quite alot.. Cayden however didnt realize that this new boyfriend of his mom turned out to be the head racer of the known mccoy family, Carlo, who has a son.. Vernon. Lets say that.. As Vernon and Cayden became brothers due to their parents becoming a serious couple and got married, the brothers on the other hand did not match at all. Cayden himself was someone who would never turn back from the biggest challenge and was a rough and real man (that was, what he thought of himself comparing to vernon).. While Vernon was a spoiled brat, who rolled into the world with luck of his family and bought his way into it. Cayden wanted so desperately to have a chance to race himself, and as he had moved in along the more luxurious life of Vernon and his dad after the family offered cayden and his mom a safe place to stay that was very much safe.. Cayden did misbehave at times. The mccoy family had a complete training circuit in the back of their garden, where every equipment possible was there. Cayden would sometimes sneak in there to either upgrade his own car, or take some of the cars they had to drive in the middle of the night, test his skills. While the father wasnt too approving of the rather reckless behavior, Vernon especially got beef with Cayden because of it. His mom managed to soften the rather strong reactions from the mccoy family, excusing him on behalf of her.. But as much as Carlo loved her, he did have troubles with the reckless behavior, despite he may or may not had a gift for driving. They tried to keep it rather low on the radar, but Vernon wanted to grab any moment to bring it up or bring Cayden especially down, making their connection rather difficult.

Cayden and his mom went along every race for the last few seasons. They did make sure not to put Vernon and Cayden in the same hotel rooms, as the spoiled brat would throw a complete tantrum if they did. It was hard to get used to, but seeing his mom so happy.. Made up for going through all the trouble. But his own tendencies of wanting to do things that werent allowed never slowed down. He was the worst daredevil.. and he hasnt gotten his chance yet to show his true potential but he wanted to, and would eventually. He wanted to kick Vernon's ass for continously slowing him down or make sure he got belitted. 'Behave okay, for me?' his mom said before the next race they were heading to.. Having promised to behave this once, as he stayed in the shadows and didnt interfere, which was a first this time, but man.. How badly he wanted to make that spoiled little shit trip.

"I'll be upstairs.. You're sure you want to stay here?" Cayden's mom, alissa, asked as Cayden nodded. "Yeah.. I dont like to be among carlo's group." "Thats okay, I know its still a journey for you, but i'm thankful you come along, just, come up whenever, you have the badge right?" alissa said as she pointed at the vip card she was wearing herself. Cayden just nodded, as she softly rubbed over his shoulder before leaving. Cayden just watched Vernon get ready for the race, as luckily some of Vernon's pitstop.. actually did like Cayden. They sometimes were tired of Vernon's behavior as much as Cayden was.. "Seems you guys are good on schedule. Hows the baby doing?" Cayden said as he smirked, making Trent, one of the pitstop guys, laugh. "So far he got his bottle. Seems to shut up when you just keep nodding, everything is ready though" "I know that feel." Cayden said as he looked at trent. Seeing he excused himself to get Vernon to the starting line. But that was just the beginning of today.

After that, the race started, starting pretty fine.. Cayden was just watching along the pitcrew, eventually noticing a rather annoying racer, tailgate Vernon, making him dunk firmly on the side against concrete as Vernon started cursing. But Vernon wasnt alone, right behind him, more collissions started to occur, giving a blockage. "VERNON. You're close to the pitstop, does the car still work-" "IS THAT YOUR BIGGEST CONCERN RIGHT NOW?! I MIGHT'VE BROKEN A GODDAMN BONE-" "Listen to me. People are catching up on you. you need to quickly drive here if it works or else we'll end up in-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP" Vernon said as Trent took out his earbuds as he glared.. Cayden noticed the tense behavior from all of them.. Looking at the screens as they notice the car finally did move towards them. After some minutes, Vernon managed to get the car to the pitstop, whining like a little child as he slammed on the inside of his door to get someone to open it. Due to his rather heavily response of having something broken, the whole team expected him to be in agonizing pain, as he did hold his arm, but now the biggest stress started to pile up. Was he still able to drive.. or would they loose their title. "We cant- OUCH. GENTLE- I think I BROKE MY ARM" Vernon yelled, glaring at all the help he was about to receive.. Trent however, became more serious. "Check him quick. We're falling behind from place 5th to 12th already. There's still a security car upfront.. But once thats gone we will loose any chance on restoring this mistake. Werent you so keen on bringing the title home for your dad?" Trent said as Vernon glared while telling the crew to make sure the car got its tires, got the fuel and got checked if it was safe to drive, which it did. "You're calling me a liar.. I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING. The other one should be SUED, get my laywer immediately" Vernon said with his big mouth, making Trent glare, but Cayden... Oh he was becoming furious. His reckless behavior was about to snap. "We either take this on, and you get back in that goddamn car, or it'll be over. Sueing them or whatever you want to do has to be done afterwards. Now, we NEED to get this car on the road" Trent said angry.. Making Cayden eventually step in. "you're so scared of loosing your name? Why arent you sitting back and take it like an ACTUAL man. You have no broken bone. You wouldnt be able to move it" Cayden said as Vernon was on terror mode at this rate. "you have NO right to talk to me. You're no MCCOY. You're nothing but a fucking parasite. You better stay back or i'll make sure my dad kicks you out for GOOD" Vernon said as he still held his other arm, but one of the nurses did agree it shouldnt be broken.. Maybe a big bruise at most.

The way Cayden heard Vernon speak, was his final straw.. He couldnt goddamn care what he was going to do. He knew Carlo found this competition very important.. But he wanted to prove them wrong on the view they had on himself. Without much of a hesitation, he ran into Vernon's studio, grabbed one of the suits that didnt have the damn logo of the mccoys on there out of pure spite, putted it on with godspeed, grabbed the helmet and decided to walk up to the car and jumped into it without anyone stopping him. It almost seemed now for the news that Vernon had gotten himself back into the game, but as Trent noticed what seemed to be Cayden jumping into that car, and seeing that thing HAD to leave now in order to even get a chance to regain themselves for the mccoys.. Knowing whatever he had to argue with Vernon would be a lost cause.. He just went with it, possibly doing the most illegal thing possible. "Kill them. GO" Trent said as he closed the damn window and gave the 'go'. Within seconds the car drove off.. As Vernon turned to the sound. "Wait. WHO-" He yelled as he ran to the edge, seeing his car dissapear.. For trent realized what was happening, Cayden decided to just go for it. "son of a bitch".. He whispered with a smirk.. Knowing in the dark that reckless youngster had been doing things, but this.. This was the biggest dare he could've pulled, and trent couldnt wait to see how he'd do.

Vernon started to scream, taking the microphone off of trent's workers, trying to make whoever got into his car turn. "WHO DID TAKE MY CAR-" Vernon said as he saw the smirk on Trent's face.. Knowing enough. "GET THAT FUCKING BETRAYER OUT OF MY CAR-" "Sorry Vernon.. He might be the best you got for that 'broken' arm of yours" Trent said as Vernon looked as deadly as possible. "You better wish you have a nice backup for your life.. Because you'll get fired. I'll make sure of that" Vernon said as Trent scoffed. "I'd like to see you try" Trent said as the choice that Cayden made, made him finally show his true colors on how dissaproving he was on the behavior of Vernon as well, despite he knew it would risk his job.

Meanwhile, most assumed that Vernon was the one back in his own car.. The commentators of the whole race were continuing to speak again "Alright- many are still on our repair tracks but will you LOOK at that! It seems Mccoy has picked up faster than we assumed" "Thats great to know Gordon because it was right on time.. Our track is cleared and the race is BACK in the game. Now its awaiting who WILL take that title" both men were talking as Cayden realized what he was doing as well.. Stretching his hands on the wheel before he breathed out. "This shouldnt be too complex.. Lets go" the man smirked before he saw the signs that he could give full speed, having a determined face as he was finally on the tracks he's been wanting to be for YEARS. "and they're OFF." One of the commentators was saying as Vernon in the meantime tried to get through their center, to reveal he was infact not in his car, and trying to get Cayden in jail for whatever activity he was pulling.. That was how extra vernon was. "HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A TRUE LICENSE- GET HIM BACK NOW" Vernon yelled at his crew as they all moreso watched the screens.. All being in a quite disbelief that Vernon's car was already bumped up from 12th place to 5th within the few seconds he was driving.. "for not having a license, he's getting the hang of this better than most in the back" Trent said as he was in awe. Each turn and speed control was far more advanced than trent had expected. He knew Cayden went places and had a very daring energy.. But this.. This was baffling to see. "IS ANYONE EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Vernon said as he went to the area his dad and team were sitting.. Trying to call the commentators on trying to stop Cayden or at least get him expelled to never drive again. He got more and more furious to notice he was GOOD. More than just good. Not to mention that Cayden out of precaution deactivated the microphone so no one could yell at him or try and stop this. Meaning as well that this man had no help when driving, making this whole activity extremely dangerous. He couldnt be warned or put through any tips or hints that could potentially save him should it come to it. This was his own choice.. And the most crazy for sure.

Cayden smirked as he was as focused as one could think, noticing the previous driver that tailgated Vernon and make him slam into the side, tried to stop Cayden as well.. Not knowing he wasnt Vernon. With just a low laugh, he managed to dodge the several attempts before passing him wirh speed and pressing firmly on the gas pedal, as if it was his second nature.. making everyone stare more at all the screens that showed all around the area. Eventually, Vernon got contact with the commentators "Hello this is Michael and gordon speaking, you do realize we're in the midst of this race?-" "SOME BLOODY ASSHOLE TOOK MY CAR AND IS ON THE TRACKS RIGHT NOW. YOU NEED TO STOP HIM" Vernon said as both commentators became silent. "Wh- Who is this?" "Its VERNON MCCOY YOU- GET THIS MAN OUT OF MY CAR". The whole group handling the audience, hearing the news all frowned.. Who was in the damn car that was slowly getting closer to the front.. "Who is... In your car then Vernon?" "HE'S MY- TECHNICALLY NOT BLOOD RELATED BUT HE's my- WHATEVER. his name is CAYDEN CRUZE. Make that name be heard so he can be expelled, removed, and taken from any possible race EVER" Vernon said as he wanted to break the phone at this rate, making Alissa, who sat with carlo in the same room.. Overhear some of the people who handle everything.. That there was a sudden. Change in racing.

"Well guys, I just got told the one driving Vernon mccoy's car isnt our usual driver. The racer just called us personally, from his pitstop" Michael said as the whole audience started to make noise. "then who is this secret masked racer driving the vehicle Michael?" Gordon asked as everyone got curious. Carlo and Alissa were just minding their business, as Carlo's immediate reaction was turn to Alissa.. with worry. "well whoever he is, he can drive. To make it all the more interesting for everyone, we even got the confirmation this secret driver does NOT have his license yet." Michael said as Gordon laughed. "illegal or not Michael, this might be the first time I dare say I like to see where this is heading" Gordon said strong, as everyone got cheerful almost, seeing how well Cayden was doing. Meantime, Cayden was getting closer to the front, having upmost control as he sat as steady as one could think, feeling alive... "Common.. You have your first and perhaps final chance. Make it count" Cayden was whispering, noticing no one stopping him yet, so he gave his best.. "I cant believe my eyes Gordon.. But, is our secret driver coming close to the first place" "I believe you're right Michael. He's like a phantom driver, maybe the most fearless I've seen in a while, and unstoppable at it too." Gordon said as he followed up. "He's going at full speed, with incredible precision and no fear. I see no single hesitation, is he going to make it? A rookie, with no license, managing to become 1st in this qualification of these professionals?" The commentators said as the whole crowd started to go crazy, seeing how vernon's car was getting closer to first place.. Doing the impossible. The mccoy team was hoping to perhaps make it to 5th at least.. But cayden, took it a next level. Something the world has never seen so far. "FINAL ROUND, and he's catching up on the one in front row, I cant BELIEVE IT" The commentators couldnt stop yelling about cayden, making the whole audience go mad. Alissa, who was in absolute disbelief, having heard via via its his own son, watching every step as Carlo himself was silent.. Having to realize he was so impressed by this guy, having underestimated him far too much. Cayden became a new phenomon already, and the race wasnt even over. It wasnt even his own car. This rookie.. Was making history.. But he had a feel that despite many were amazed, he was doing the most illegal things right now, possibly having to pay for them later, but this opportunity was something he couldnt let go off. Even to see Vernon's mad face was enough to make his day.

"Come on.. Lets dance" Cayden said as he started crawling close to the one on first place, feeling the car's engine was getting close to its limits, but it didnt stop him.. He proved to himself he can feel if he gets too far.. The final stretch was getting closer and closer.. The whole audience was going mad, cheering for this unknown racer on one of the most difficult courses there were. To beat those that wanted to qualify for the big guys, and them getting wrecked by a new racer who had never shown its face yet... Just the thought of that was crazy right? A new legend to test the grounds, and possibly spice older racer's their life, to challenge them again, throw things alive. Everything Cayden was doing was right above the edge of safe.. This man would push anything that he could. "Is he going to do it?" alissa said as she stepped closer to the screens, seeing the car getting right next to the one on first place, as the engine of vernon's car was getting roasted.. But it still held on, which seemed impossible. "A little more.." Cayden whispered as he went as fast as he could, almost flying as he felt the car about to spike above what it could take, but he figured.. This might be his only shot before getting removed from the races for good, so why not take what he has now.. Just that extra bit of fearless energy managed to get him right upfront.. In the final lap. "I cant believe it. He's ahead.. HE'S GOING TO MAKE IT. I CANT BELIEVE MY EYES" The commentators kept yelling as the noise of vernon's care echoed over the whole course.. Before he actually made it as number one on the race.. Vernon's entire crew started to jump, yell on the fact they were number 1 for once. Making the whole entire audience jump out of their chairs as Alissa was silent.. Turning to Carlo.. "I knew he had.. a feel for this but.. I never expected him to pull something like this. I'm sorry Carlo. I didnt know he'd.." Alissa said as Carlo raised his head, but had the sweetest expression. "I underestimated him, thats my mistake for not looking past his possible opportunities than him stealing our cars every now and then 'innocently'.. but you must realize my love, he did just cross about 10 rules that are unacceptable.. There's no way he can be considered to continue in this world if you start like this" Carlo said as Alissa nodded slowly, receiving a kiss on her hand before Carlo decided to go down.. and see how this could escalate.

Cayden smirked as he noticed he actually kicked everyone's butt, but after coming back to the cockpit, he realized that there were some things waiting for him. At least he made a print. Trent walkes up to the car that smelled burned almost.. Seeing a bit of smoke of the heat of the car and seeing the damage on the wheels.. and yet, the car maintained to be fine. He had the senses for it, trent thought, as he opened the window to let Cayden out. "Not bad kid.. You hid alot of this away huh. I knew you had some type of feel but.. this?..." Trent said as he softly shook his hand, before Cayden heard some aggresive stomping his way as most people clapped at first.. "YOU ALL BETTER FUCKING STOP YOUR CHEERING." Vernon said as Cayden was ready to fight. "you wanted to save your family's name? Here is the one time I actually helped you. I FIXED IT" Cayden said reckless as he knew he put gasoline into the fire. "NO you didnt help me. you didnt fucking fix it. You wanted to take a piss on me and my whole fucking family. MY CAR IS ROASTED. Do you have ANY IDEA HOW MANY RULES YOU BROKE? YOU'LL BE DISQUALIFIED ANYHOW BECAUSE YOU WENT WITH MY CAR. MY CREW. YOU DONT BELONG HERE. YOU'RE SO DEAD CRUZE" Vernon said as he wanted to start a fight, grabbing Cayden at his clothing as some of his pitcrew pulled them apart immediately.

"ENOUGH."

The silence was heard when Carlo called it once.. Creating tension in the room as he made sure everyone stepped back. "Cayden. Follow me" Carlo said as Cayden frowned.. Showing no fear again.. But Vernon was just smirking wide to assume he'd get the worst possible.. "Just get inside, answer all questions. Be honest." Carlo said threatening in his own way, making Cayden frown as he entered the room.. Seeing many interviewers, but specificially a big investor he recognized from several racers, but only the best.. "So this.. Is our phantom driver?" the head person of the group said as Cayden nodded "Yes sir".

"Whats your name?" He asked as the tension was spiking.. "The name's Cayden Cruze". "Alright Cayden.. From what I've heard, you're a rather new driver. You've possibly heard of the various rules you've crossed illegally, in order to do what you just managed to do" "I'm aware.." "And you still stand by it. If you had a chance like that again, with its risks, would you do it?" "I would. I still stand by it.."

"Well good news Cruze, you might be thrown out of a group you've never been with.. Or registrated, so.. You might wanna look at your own" The man said as Cayden showed a slight surprised look.. "Our head racer.. Is getting close to retirement, and we like supporting the more exceptional. and since you're placed on number 1 and made history, despite it might not be set in stone, getting you that license wont be too much of a problem" The man said as Cayden needed some time to process. "Dont get me wrong, but.. So far, everyone in my surroundings, made aware that due my actions, i cant possibly get a chance to ever return on these grounds". "Maybe never on these grounds again but from seeing your stance, your energy.. That wouldnt stop you.. you'll have to start on your own, from scratch, and we want you. We think you'll become a danger to the professionals, and its exactly what we hoped to find. We just didnt know what exactly" the man said as Cayden felt more strong in his shoes. Finally, he got a righteous response.. No longer having to be in the shadows either. His reckless behavior got him where he wanted to be.. "so, what do you say Cruze?"

"I'm all in".

Within minutes, it was the biggest hit on the news for everyone to see.. Becoming a worldwide phenominon.. Cayden cruze shall soon hit the real grounds, driving among those that were known for years, challenging those... Who knows what might occur or happen..

[madraleen]

Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Vol. 21 - Ch.118: A Fairly Predictable Commentary

-bless, tachihara, you gave a good fight. it was a good plan, mori's and tachihara's. i hope we'll see you soon, little man.

-babe, i'd love for you to be a mafioso through and through (<= the fact that i just wrote that phrase), but tachihara love, you need the hunting dogs' monthly surgery... or does he? could he possibly not need it after being turned into a vampire and then human again?

-"ALL THE AGENCY'S POWER BACK IN ONE PLACE," ATSUSHI?! ARE YOU SURE? ARE YOU SURE SOMEONE'S NOT MISSING? I'M NOT ABOVE DENOUNCING YOU, YOU KNOW!

-"TWO" KEY MEMBERS STILL AREN'T HERE, ATSUSHI?! DID YOU FUCKING FORGET ABOUT DAZAI, ATSU- you know what, go ahead, fight gozen all on your own, i don't even care after THAT attitude.

-ARE YOU SURE IT'S AN "AGENCY-WIDE" MEETING, FUKUZAWA! ARE YOU SURE

-(i'll give them all the benefit of the doubt, since technically they might be in contact with dazai in real time, but we wouldn't know, bc it hasn't been revealed yet how he communicates with them. it might have even been a hint, if one opts to be optimistic about it.)

-jouno has pinchable cheeks, idk

-JOUNO SHOULD HAVE WON, i hate time-travel. jouno, join tachihara in the "hunting dogs fate: pending" waiting room. we miss you.

-how tf did aya get in the room and hide before fukuchi and jouno

-i love how much attention harukawa-sensei pays to the eyes of every individual character

-bram meets aya, waaaaaahhhhh :")

-y'know, at this point in the real-time timeline of the manga (ch.118), dazai could pop up and be like "actually, i predicted this five years ago and it's all been part of my plans, we're actually winning as we speak" and i'll be like "thank you, king, save us."

-ANGO FLICKS DAZAI'S PICTURE AS HE SMILES, MY HEART

-i really can't imagine how asagiri can up the stakes after this arc, assuming the order of the clock tower is still a thing. i trust him though.

-KENJIIIIII *sob*

-AKU-KUN WEARS THAT FRILLY THING BECAUSE DAZAI TOLD HIM THAT WAS THE UNIFORM?!?!?!?

-yes, tetchou, we know that "everyone misunderstands jouno," only you understand your boyfriend. "i will place jouno above justice," tsk, they need to reunite stat.

-like yes, the way dazai transmits and receives messages is insane, but you gotta hand it to asagiri, he did find a way

-why is drenched dostoy so cute, argh

-ranpo. how is bb doing these days i wonder

-oh, atsushi doesn't know yet that the decay of the angel goal was based on dostoy's lie, right? in real time?

-FUKUCHI, IF YOU COULD JUST STOP STABBING PEOPLE!

-interesting how in atsushi's visions tanizaki and ranpo talk theories, and dazai and aku-kun basically tell him "do." do anything, just do SOMETHING.

-dazai saying "i wonder how kunikida-kun is doing" all in merriment hits kinda different now...

-did akutagawa look as alluring in his death scene as atsushi remembers him

-seeing sigma join the dazai fan club in real time

-akutagawa keeping so much to his promise to atsushi that he doesn't even kill in vampire form, argh

-atsushi stops himself from punching aku-kun 'cause he'll break his face :')))

-chuuya was like "i AM NOT hearing a 'we are destined for-' speech, dazai you asshole. BANG!"

-dazai was fyodor's most formidable foe "since that man." WHAT MAN! WHAT MAN, DOSTOY

-ah, ch113 :') that's when i started reading in real time :')

-studio bones are rubbing their hands in glee reading this

-reading these back to back really puts the pace into a different perspective. when reading monthly, you're like "it's been like a few hours... WAIT, ALL THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENING IN A FEW HOURS?!" but reading it back to back it's "OMG EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING SO FAST!" (in a good way)

-YES, FUKUZAWA, ONLY HER BODY WAS LIQUEFIED, NOTABLY NOT HER CLOTHES, WHAT DOES IT MEAN

-unless. UNLESS! what they leave behind IS the essence of who they are? teruko's thing that defines her life is her being part of the hunting dogs, so her clothes stayed behind. kunikida's essence is his ideals, so the notebook stayed behind. so technically, their ESSENCE isn't gone, just the... hollow part of it, the vessel?

-i can't believe we LOST SO MANY PEOPLE IN BACK TO BACK CHAPTERS! the ada members aren't dead, i'm sure of it, but for all intents and purposes they are, for now.

[jeanmarsha8]

CABJ match

I wouldn’t consider myself a live-sports fan. Unless it includes my home team, wings and maybe some alcohol, I honestly could care less. But honestly, who could refuse a chance to experience a live futbol match in a country that lives and breathes futbol? Thanks to the help and research from some friends, a hostel tour guide and an unnamed charter bus, we made it to the match with two hours to spare - just in time to lock down our spots in the standing fan section. 

One of the first things I learned about Argentina is that the people here are passionate about anything and everything they come into contact with. But loving futbol here, is in their blood - people go insane. Men and women crawl up the rails, they strap their toddlers around their shoulders and teach them the signature arm movements before they can even walk. They sing and chant their hearts out from before the match starts, to their walk on their way out of the stadium. Boca fans are passionately insane, barbaric and mentally deranged in the best fucking way possible. I was both exhilarated and terrified every time they made a goal - as the whole stadium trembled and shook from everyone cheering and leaping with joy. 

To witness this was like feeling the beating heart of Argentina itself in my own hands. 

And of course, knowing myself, I couldn’t just take in the exhilarating adrenaline high-feeling without experiencing the drop of it shortly after. Is it so fucked up that one part of the world is singing and chanting their hearts out to a futball game that their team just won, but another part of the world is at war and children are hurt? 

How somewhere in the world, one person just landed their dream job and signed an amazing offer, but another person just lost their job and is now worried about feeding their family? 

One couple can be celebrating an engagement - a huge milestone in their partnership, but another is on the verge of a break up / experiencing the worst heartache of loss? 

It’s important for me to know - I was lucky to be able to chant along with locals and cheer whenever the Bocas scored. Heck, I’m lucky we didn’t get trampled or domino’d, because we actually almost did. 

But I also realize it’s important for me to make the space and mental capacity to know that there are those who are less fortunate at the moment. To hold space and empathy in my heart for those who are on the opposite hand of what I get to experience right now. Above all, I understand and accept that everything can change within a second of my existence. And that, I’m both equally thankful and terrified to know. 

[compulsoryroyalty]

(Lila 2):

Lila was shocked to just hear a voice and no video on the orb. Must be contacting a timeline without those, though the one she was in is a fucking mess right now. For all she knew these things are new. "Pretty sure we'd be fucked if Madama Silvana wanted to talk to both of us." It was bad enough when the Grand Magi got called in for a 'talk' with Madama Silvana, though if two of her were called in? That would mean they REALLY fucked up.

"That said, I think we should be concerned seeing as I'm calling from a future timeline, which means yours got reset at one point so I'm kinda confused how it's active again." Lila didn't understand this as all other timelines just, stop when reset. Was this Fate or Flora trying something new? Ugh, who can even tell with those two anymore.

"So, the fuck is going on over there? Any strange anomalies or people who shouldn't be there?" Could be Chicadino, though she's never experienced him managing to have anyone traverse the time stream before. As far as she knew only Mystana had the ability to do that right now. Though in this timeline there were five big differences, one of those differences being extremely annoying.

"By any chance have you seen a lemur popping around The Veil? Slightly taller than your average feline, and carrying rather powerful spear? Perhaps changing things in the most chaotic way possible?" Lila couldn't say for sure, though only THEY would be insane enough to jump into a pervious timeline without proper planning.

WHAT.

She sat up in her couch, hands placed firmly on her drum-thighs.

Wait.

“I will help, if you request it. “But only because I know my Lila and my Silvana would not be very happy knowing about any of this."

Oh son of a fucking.

This is that other timeline Lila, ain't it?

Fucking. Of course. Guess that'd be one thing that'd catch up with her at some point. Never guessed it'd be this soon, though. She figured the Darling twerp would get her memories back before she'd get chewed out by her own double.

Future timeline checks out, too--the one she was in had some sort of weird shit with the possum and Chicadino and whatever the fuck. Wasn't interested in spoilers at the time. She'd rather see how it played out with her own eyes. Though, if the spoilers are speaking to her directly...

"Fuck you mean reset? Somethin' you know that I don't?" Is some jackass just killing off timelines for fun or something? She kind of figured everything ran concurrent.

Eugh, no, that wouldn't make sense. Ana certainly wouldn't fucking exist if Mystana didn't feel the need to keep dipping her toes where they didn't belong. Oh suuure, it's fine when she just lets her entire stream of consciousness practically split all over the timeline for everyone and their mom to get confused about, but the moment Lila fucks something up--

"Sorry, what? A lemur? Haven't seen shit like that. "And the abundance of fucking randoms just showing up is clear as day. Two kids, a dragon princess, a fucking... zone cop??? Whatever the fuck that is. A fucking ghost rabbit, an electric tenrec--

"Should I go on? I'm sure you fuckers haven't been dealing with nearly as much bullshit." The stress was actually getting to her a bit. Her toes curled, her hands starting to ball, her teeth gritting.

In truth, none of this actually mattered that much to her--hell, it was funny when none of it got her in the hot seat. But with that ever looming thought of Silvana figuring something out and chastising her in the most Silvana way she fucking could... things sort of compiled. Things were getting to her.

So, what better way to vent than to vent to yourself? Who could better understand you than you?