#I’m out of intros to use to stall

[5cythz]

Last intro Alert! Mikey’s intro took me all day to complete but here it is!

So Mikey’s 21. Whoop whoop! I have a lot about his story that I’d love to just drop here but I don’t want to spoil the story. All details should come up eventually!

Also, for the chapters, the pages themselves are gonna be smaller. I might post 2 or 3 at a time but my drawing program has been glitching out due to the file size. Hope you all enjoy!

Prelude

Intros: Donnie | Leo | Raph

Master post

Story starts here

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Habits 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Andy Barber, Cole Turner (Professor AU)

Summary: your life is thrown into chaos after a night out goes awry.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.

Professor Barber wraps up the lecture. You sit near the front despite your urge to hide from everyone and everything. You slowly pack up as the rest of the class does the same. They’re faster than you. Your next class is an hour off and you don’t have much else to do. 

You check your phone. Even if Mercedes messaged, you wouldn’t answer and yet the fact that she hasn’t irks you even more. Is she still sleeping off the night or does she not even realise what happened to you? You can’t help but ask why she wasn’t there waiting for you to wake up. 

“Hey, you okay?” The deep voice draws you out of your trance. 

Your bag strap catches on the armrest before you can turn. You untangle it and peer down the few rows to the front of the hall. The professor stands looking expectantly up at you. You blink and glance around. Everyone else is gone. 

“Yeah, sorry,” you walk along the row to the centre aisle and descend the steps, “heading out.” 

“I’m not chasing you off,” he insists, “Coral, right? You were in my Intro class last year.” 

“Uh, yeah, I was,” you reply. 

“Well, happy to have you back.” 

“Yeah, good to be back,” you say. 

“You sure everything’s alright?” He asks. 

“Super,” you lie and fake a smile. “Thanks. Have a good day, Professor.” 

You leave before he can interrogate you. He's experienced enough that you’re sure he could make you crack just as if you were on the stand. You might not have anything you have to do, but you do need another coffee before you face your next lecture. 

Your second class is in a smaller room. Instead of the typical rows of crowded chairs and lap desks, there are full tables. You sit at one, notebook out, phone face down, ready to forget real life for that three-hour block. Your mother’s voice rings in your head; ‘fuck-up’. 

You’re going to prove her wrong. You’re going to prove everyone wrong, even yourself. You can do this. You’re not stupid, you’re just... careless. Last night was a lesson and you came to learn. You sniff and subtly swipe away the tears before they can fall. 

The professor gives you a ten-minute break. Your stomach is acid and your body is brittle. You’re starting to really feel it all. You go the bathroom and whimper as you sit. You didn’t feel the bruises before. You’re used to a bit of chafing between your thighs but ouch, those are tender. 

You wash your hands and head back to class. You take your phone out of your pocket. Still no message from Mercedes, but there is one waiting for you from an unknown number. You move out of the way of another student and unlock your phone. 

You tap the conversation. ‘Still think of last night’. The message floats above a video. You hit play and watch. Your knees buckle. 

You see your own drunken face reflected in a dirty mirror. You recognise the club counters as you bend over the sink, body jerking as a large hand holds your head up. You moan senselessly as your eyes droop and your tongue lolls out. The man behind you keeps his face out of frame as he grunts and thrusts into you. 

You spin so your back hits the wall and you cover your mouth with your hand. Your head spins and you turn to sprint back to the bathroom. You burst in, ignoring the other girls at the sink and race into a stall. You spit bile into the toilet. 

Holy shit. No. No. You woke up in a fucking hospital and you didn’t even realise what happened to you. You didn’t even think of it. How fucking stupid can you be? 

You brace the seat of the toilet and heave. You steady your breath. In, out. You flush and go back out to wash your hands and mouth. You block out the world around you. 

You go back to class and sit down. You stare at the whiteboard and wait for the lecture to continue. It’s all you can do to keep from falling apart. 

By the end, your notes are mindless scribbles. You can’t focus. You leave, the first one out unlike the last class. 

You can’t stop. You don’t know where you’re going, you just need to be alone. You can’t think. What are you supposed to do? Do you tell someone? Show someone the video? 

You stumble and slump onto a bench. You bend over and cradle your head as you try to contain the chaos. Why would you do that? You’re going into law, you know what happens to people like you. No one listens and if they do, the odds of something being done is low. Minuscule. That’s why you’re doing PR law, not the criminal brand. 

Your eyes tinge as you sit up and stare off into the distance. You went out, got drunk, took a pill, did everything they warn you not to do and you got exactly what you asked for. This is the consequence of your own behaviour. Even if that creep took advantage of you, you served yourself up on a platter. 

You pull out your phone. You’re deleting it. The conversation, the video, the everything. You can only be grateful that your mind already wiped the memory. It’s the only thing you have to be grateful for. 

You bring up the conversation, trying not to see the video, but another message is there. 

‘Did you have a good class?’ 

Fuck no. Delete. Gone. Whoever he is, he can rot. You don’t want to know, not ever. And no one else can know.  

It never happened. 

[leatherandlacerry]

ride, cowgirl

Prompt: Harry and Townes(ladybug) share an encounter at a busy bar that just happens to have a rodeo themed night.

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!townes, swearing

Word count: 2.9k

Authors note: hi! This is a snippet from my fic on wattpad called Grapejuice Blues. I thought it would be a good little intro to the tumblr world but I will be putting out a one shot soon. Let me know if you like it:)

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It's not fair.

The asshole knows what he's doing.

Harry looks up from his conversation to send me a smirk. His face is stupid, a stupid pretty face that makes me feel completely normal.

But his eyes always found a way to get to me. A pretty green with leaves of golden sunlight. I looked into them and saw something that terrified me, hope.

My heart skipped a beat when the girl in front of him started to rub up on his arm. There was this urge in me to do something but I couldn't. This bar was filled with decent men I could sleep with, but no. The cowboy-themed night was a cherry on top, he looked good in a hat.

As much as I can sit here denying it, I don't like seeing him with other girls. I didn't like seeing him with Forest and I didn’t like this.

I'm not dumb, I know I have no say over what the fuck he does or who he does. That doesn't make it any easier to ignore it.

Who does he think he is? He goes around acting like he’s the boss of anyone who walks in his path and I’m supposed to let him? Fuck that, not even to mention how he kissed me not even 45 minutes ago.

Before I can logically think I'm walking up to them. My feet carry me in his direction, his focus now on my next move.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" I ask, tapping the girl's shoulder. The bitch turns around so fast I step back. She looks me up and down with a disgusted face.

"Clearly," she snaps, turning back to Harry. He just sits there with an amused face, watching this play out.

If he can walk around and demand what’s his, so can I.

"Damn Harry, I didn't know your type was cunt," I scoff, watching Harry's eyes widen. The girl once again turns back to but with a look of rage.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" Now I feel bad, I don't know what's come over me. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m not mean like this but he gets me so angry sometimes.

"Take your desperation somewhere else, 'cause he's not fucking you tonight," She spits, leaning back onto Harry who honestly looks uncomfortable. I was going to walk away but after that, I have some things to say.

"Do you seriously think you’re getting lucky tonight Dolly Parton?" I bite back.

"You're such a bit-"

"That sucks, he owes me an orgasm," I push past her to grab Harry's hand without another word. He doesn't say anything and lets me pull him away.

I push through the crowd to make my way to the nearest bathroom. "This is the woman-"

"Shut up," I cut him off.

We make it there and surprisingly it is empty. I lock the door behind us and go to double-check the stalls. Once I get to the biggest one, I turn back to decide what my next move is.

I don't get that luxury because a pair of hands are on my waist, pushing me against the door of the stall.

Harry's lips find mine in a second. We make it into the stall, falling against the wall. His moans fill my mouth as I grab onto his hips.

"Her voice was fucking annoying," He groans, pulling my body into his.

“Look at you twins, stop talking”

I shut him up as I knocked his cowboy hat off onto the floor, feeling his damp hair under my fingertips. I give one of his curls a slight tug, he breaks the kiss with a gasp.

Soon enough he's back on me, sucking away at my bare neck. Almost immediately he finds my sweet spot which has me rolling my eyes back. His teeth graze my skin every once in a while just using me as he pleases.

"Didn't know I owed you something," He mumbles, watching as he grinds his hips into me. I now see the red lipstick smearing over his lips

Fuck.

"Yet here you are," I tease, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He loses himself before placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.

It's all happening so fast and the mix of alcohol is adding to the intensity. Don't blame me, it’s Tito’s problem now.

"Are you trying to use me, ladybug?" He asks with a smile, his hand wrapping around my neck. His thumb and middle finger press against this point that has my head swirling.

The pressure and rage create an addictive bliss but I have to stick my ground.

"You could be useful for once and get on your knees," I mumble out, finding my mix of dominance with him. He doesn't seem like he would take direction well so I'm not sure where this is going to go.

"Please?" I plead out, not knowing what to say.

His mouth parted, and I felt my hand slide down his thigh. He nods his head and lowers himself to his knees in front of me.

I feel proud that I've gotten him to this point twice now.

"That was easy,"

"Like you," he mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together when he started to pull my skirt up. I wore these lace bottoms just in case anyone was seeing them tonight.

Harry disappears under my skirt, his hot breath spreading across my core. I throw my head back at the feeling, curling my hands into fists.

The bastard toys with me at first, sliding his thumb across the wet patch on my underwear. Hed applied subtle pressure that had my knees buckling but not for long.

His lips were on the inner thing, just mere centimeters away from where I was aching.

"So wet, all for me?" He peers up with his eyes, curling a finger into my underwear so he can pull it to the side. I softly moan and give him a nod to keep going.

He's not having any of that.

"Words, baby," He demanded, blowing air straight into my clit. Naturally, my legs tried to shut but he wouldn't let that happen.

"Yes Daddy," I let out, practically begging him to give me what I wanted.

"There's my girl,"

Finally, he licked a stripe up my cunt, groaning at the taste. He took my clit into his mouth, sucking ever so softly to the point where it was driving me crazy.

The way his tongue dips into my cunt, curling inside to have me almost falling over. I could fall in love on the spot.

"I GOT IT!"

or not.

I gasped, my heart dropping as the door burst open, thankfully I locked our stall. Harry looks up at me but not stopping his assault on my clit.

There's a group of girls mingling and drunkenly laughing in the bathrooms now. I go to push Harry away but it feels too good.

He takes his time between my legs as I bite back my moans. My fingers have now made their way to his hair, tugging more as I get closer.

"And then he dumped me for my sister!" This girl bursts into tears as her friends comfort her. I can't believe this is happening, but I couldn't find it in me to stop.

Harry smiles into my cunt, placing a kiss straight onto my clit. Suddenly he’s back on his feet, grabbing my chin to capture my lips.

There was something about his lips that made my mind go all fuzzy. The soft yet plump touch that I'm graced with couldn't be matched.

His hands roaming my body made me feel safe. It felt as if it was just him and I here, no one else.

We continue to make out until I feel his hand rubbing between my legs. He starts to suck on my neck more, whispering dirty nothings into my ear.

"You're such a slut for it, with all these people in here?" He whispers into my ear, plunging his finger into my soaking hole.

There were only a couple of seconds where he slowly moved his finger in and out. The tip of his middle finger circled my hole then surprised me when he would slide it in.

At first, he was testing the waters and not giving it to me fully. His fingers were much longer than I thought, reaching spots inside that I didn't even know could feel like this.

He curls them inside me, not breaking eye contact at any point. My eyes flutter close, feeling his grip on my jaw.

"Look at me, you owe me that," He whispers against my lips before placing a soft peck on them. It felt more like a plea rather than a demand. Either way, he could say anything at this moment and I would be on board.

Then he picks up his pace, watching me fall apart in the palm of his hand, literally.

“Fuck-“

"I know, baby, I know," He reassures, making it even harder to think straight.

He doesn't hold back in the slightest, rapidly fucking me with his fingers. I wasn't sure how much more I could take with being quiet. The girls on the other side of the door were getting louder so it was a little easier.

"Harry, please-" I gasp into his chest, fisting at his shirt.

"What a piece of trash, fuck that guy!" Another drunk girl slurred her friends. This reminded us that we're not alone and we could get caught at any moment.

It felt wrong to like that thrill, but it only made us want to keep going. Just the possibility, it was only thrilling when I was doing it with him.

I feel the burn in my stomach start to swirl as I'm about to release. Harry takes notice using his other hands to slide his thumb into my mouth.

My lips wrap around it, looking up at him through my lashes. His sea-green eyes darken with lust as I bob my head slightly.

"You gonna come?" He taunts me, all I can do is nod my head weakly. A second later he's back on his knees, fingers still deep inside me.

There's now the mix of that and his mouth back on me that drives me off the edge. He shakes his head with his tongue flat on my clit.

"Come in my mouth, Townes," He practically begs, cuddling his fingers in just the right spot to have me finishing all over his lips.

All I can hear is his sucking up any part of my release that he could. I can't help but gasp as he rubs on my sensitive clit. My legs run weak to the point where they wobble.

"Why was the door locked?" Someone asks.

I look down at Harry with a grin, pulling him back up to taste my cum on his lips. Chills run down my spine when his warm hands never leave my skin. He clutched onto me for dear life.

"You taste good, Ladybug," He grins, sliding his tongue into my mouth. "Anything else I owe you?" He cheekily asked.

I shake my head, did he not want anything in return?

My hands reach out to graze the part of his waist that was exposed. His head drops to watch my next move, placing a hand on my wrist.

"You don't owe me anything," He says.

"I want to," I say, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips. He blushes at me and falls to my neck.

"Did you forget we're not alone?" He whispers into my ear.

Fuck, I did forget.

I quietly groaned, kissing up his neck. This is odd, this is the most domestic we've been with each other.

"Time to make my exit," He mumbles, his thumb gliding across my bottom lip before placing a kiss on my cheek.

Before I'm able to stop him he's grabbed his hat from the floor and is unlocking the stall door.

"Har-"

The group of girls turns back to see Harry wiping his mouth and me fixing my skirt in the background. They all stare in awe as he walks up to the sink to grab a paper towel and turn back to hand it to me.

"You're lipstick-smeared, bug," he tells me.

"Ladies," He turns back to tip his hat to the group of girls gawking at him. One of them looks back at me with shocked eyes and a wide grin.

“Ride it, cowgirl”

[cityofjieun]

★ . . . . -ˏˋ 2KIDS ROOMˊˎ | EP. 3 - JIA x HAN

date: february 2022 era: maniac word count: 1.4K

a/n: this took a lot longer than i planned and i'm not sure if i like it but if i don't post it now i literally never will. 2 ji is a realtionship thats very dear to me so i hope i did them justice. please lemme know what you think 🙇🏽‍♀️

THE 2KR INTRO PLAYS, FEATURING A COMPILATION OF THE TWO GIGGLING AT EACH OTHER’S EXPENSE, THE OTHER MEMBER USUALLY STARING BLANKLY OR STRUGGLING TO NOT RETURN THE SMILE.

HAN: [sitting on the couch by himself, looking off camera] are you going to come over here so we can start or are you going to stall a little longer?

JIA: [OFF CAMERA] i’m waiting for manager-nim to find the clause in my contract that says i wouldn't have to film with han-ssi outside of group schedules... i think this is a mistake.

HAN: [GIGGLING BUT LOOKING TOWARD THE CAMERA] do you see how difficult jia-nim is… aish, she’s caught the celebrity disease.

JIA: and you would know all about that, oppa-nim [ SITTING DOWN ON THE COUCH ] i mean, you caught it before you were even famous.

HAN: okay, moving on!

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SEUNGMIN: han and jia.

FELIX: they’re like oil and vinegar.

CHANGBIN: in what way??

CHAN: they don’t mix necessarily, but they still go together well.

[ FELIX HUMS IN AGREEMENT ]

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JIA: [ CLAPS ] chidongz 2kids room!

HAN: i still don't know how to feel about that?

JIA: you learn to live with it, i mean it’s a cuter way of calling us rodents…

HAN: [SIGHS]

JIA: anyways, when was the last time we hung out, han-ssi?

HAN: i remember we watched that j-drama you saw on tiktok together but i can’t exactly remember when that was. i see you so much that it kind of blurs together.

JIA: honestly, we are together a lot. you are a homebody, so we don’t actually go out as much as i wish we would, but we usually hang out together at the dorms.

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HYUNJIN: have you noticed that they always tend to end up at our dorm?

JEONGIN: which is interesting, because you'd think jisung-hyung would just come over to ours more because jieun and lino-hyung are there and he could kill two birds with one stone.

[ THE TWO LAUGH]

MINHO: ??

HYUNJIN: that gives him too much credit, it's too sensible.

MINHO: [POINTEDLY IGNORING HYUNJIN] i think it's because jisung-ah thrives in his own personal space, while being home for too long might make jieunnie feel a bit trapped.

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HAN: but we did go out recently to... [TRAILING OFF] umm… what was it…

JIA: [CUTTING HIM OFF] so the time we spend together means nothing.

HAN: stop.

[ THEY STOP LOOKING AT EACH OTHER SERIOUSLY FOR A MOMENT BEFORE JISUNG BREAK INTO LAUGHTER FOLLOWED BY JIEUN ]

JIA: anyways! we went to a cafe in hannam-dong i really wanted to try. i saw it in yoon seung-ah’s vlogs. they’re known for their bagels and that location specifically has a pretty view of the river so i wanted to take insta pictures.

HAN: OH! and we got lost trying to find it?

JIA: because you insisted, we didn't need directions. HAN: [ROLLS EYES] hey, we found it eventually, didn't we? JIA: after wandering around for an hour! by the time we got there the wait was insane.

HAN: [UNDER HIS BREATH] yeah and the bagels were a bit mid for how long we waited.

JIA: we wouldn’t have had to so long if some had gotten up when i told him to originally AND actually used his phone maps [WACKING HIS SHOULDER TO EMPHAZISE HER POINT]

[THE TWO START TO BAT AT EACH OTHER BEFORE THE SCENCE CUTS]

JIA: i think we should go on a trip together next time we have a vacation. we’ve never gone anywhere just the two of us like that it could be fun.

HAN: a vacation with you….

JIA: what’s that supposed to mean???

HAN: i’m kidding i’m kidding

JIA: yeah sure.

HAN: you are very J so you would make a whole itinerary, wouldn’t you?

JIA: i think having a general plan of what you want to do make sure you get to make the most of you time

HAN: hmmm sure...where would we even go?[THINKING] Japan could be fun. Lots of great food, and it's a short trip. What about you?

JIA: [SMILES] Japan sounds fun. But I'd say Europe. We could explore so many different countries and cultures. I’d love to be able to use my french.

HAN: oh, i have an interesting question, what would we do if the other disappeared.

JIA: oh, this gets a bit serious.

HAN: [SERIOUS] it's funny because i think with any other member, i think i’d want to let them have their space because obviously if they run away, it's for some reason and they want to be alone. but i think if you were so upset that you’d isolate yourself, i’d have to check on you immediately. [ TOWARDS THE CAMERA TO AVOID EYE CONTACT WITH JIEUN ] she isn't someone that likes to be by herself, alone time isn’t really something she seeks because she thrives around others, so i think if she's going out of her way to be by herself like that something is really wrong.

JIA: [A BIT STARTLED AT HIS SERIOUSNESS, AS WELL AS THE SLIGHT READ] aww ji…[POKING HIS ARM] i think i'd obviously want to respect the fact that hanji wanted time alone, but i'd have to check in at some point. [SHE PEEKS AT JISUNG BEFORE CONTINUING A BIT BASHFULLY] i know we have very different social batteries, and hanji is pretty good about just letting me know when he needs some time to himself. but i think if he was to go off and not respond i’d be worried.”

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CHAN: honestly, i think out of everyone, jieun has opened up to han the most, besides seungmin.

FELIX: which is interesting because they’re so different.

[THE FOUR MURMUR IN AGREEMENT]

SEUNGMIN: i think they get on so well because they’re aware of how different they are.

CHANGBIN: oh absolutely. the two used to clash a lot, and i think they came to a point where they had to understand how they were different, and what accommodations they need to make to understand the other better.

CHAN: wahh changbin, you're so insightful.

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[SENTIMENTAL SILENCE]

JIA: this may be the only time i every admit to this, but sometimes i wish i were more like you in some ways

HAN: in what ways?

JIA: i mean, like you said earlier i’m not one who enjoys being by themselves. i think when i'm alone for too long i begin to think too hard and get into my own head. honestly, i think not being able to properly spend time alone with myself is a bit unhealthy. i kinda admire the fact that you are capable of being on your own and enjoy your own company.

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MINHO: i’ve been trying to get jieunnie to understand that it’s not wrong to want to be around others and have companionship, it's an innately human thing, you know.

HYUNJIN: she’s a lot like changbin-hyung. he likes to just sit in my room with me to just be there.

JEONGIN: [GIGGLING TO HIMSELF] well, that's because it's you and changbin hyung…

HYUNJIN: …

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JIA: skz-gi behind the camera look like they want us to start wrapping up

HAN: any final words?

[JIA HUMS, SEEMINGLY WEIGHING SOMETHING BACK AND FORTH IN HER MIND, BEFORE SIGHING AND GRABBING ONE OF JISUNGS HANDS]

JIA: i know i don’t say this often but thank you.

HAN: what for?

JIA: being my person i guess? you have always worked really hard to understand me, as well as help me understand myself. i’m so grateful to have a friend like you in my life and i’m so happy i get to live out my childhood dreams with my best friend.

HAN: jieun...

JIA: hey, let me finish. thank you for growing with me thus far, and I'm so excited to see where we go... together.

HAN: jieunnie..

JIA: if you cry so will I

HAN: thank you for understanding me as well. i know i haven't always been the easiest to deal with but y

[ THE TWO SIT IN SILENCE FOR A MOMENT, SOAKING IN JIEUN'S BEFORE JISUNG CLEARS HIS THROAT. THE SOUND MAKES JIEUN SNICKER FOR A MOMENT BEFORE THE TWO DISSOLVES INTO SILENT TEARS. THE VIDEO CUTS TO THE TWO, LESS TEARY BUT NOSES OBVIOUSLY A LITTLE STUFFY]

JIA: well, this was fun.

HAN: should we take our picture and head out?

JIA: yes please [END]

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[opertabry]

| notes; 34. yes? no? ( half written )

[ synopsis; there’s a cute girl that always sleeps in your intro pysch class. she just so happens to be ginger AND your dorm neighbor ]

YES? NO?;

haerin,

you said freesias were your favourite flowers, so i got some for you! hope you like them :)

i heard normal freesias symbolise friendship and trust, but i don’t really like that. i don’t think that fits us. white freesias symbolise innocence and purity; fits us a little more, don’t ya think? they’re also used a lot in wedding ceremonies (could be us one day). nah i’m kidding. unless..?

um this is kinda awkward for me, so bear with me please. you know, intro pysch wasn’t the first time i noticed you. i remember seeing you for the first time when we were in high school actually, i never knew who were, just knew that you were that one cute girl from the class down the hall. cute girl from down the hall. has a ring to it, no? and when we got into college, i was kinda glad when i saw you. i was really relieved to see a familiar face, even though we never ended up talking. then i saw you were in my intro pysch class, like what are the odds of that? okay, i’m stalling.

haerin, i think you’ve realised this but i really like you. crazy how this started from me just writing notes for you. well, i mean i’ll still write them for you if you want, i won’t stop. unless you tell me to, which i think would be dumb, because as much as i like you.. you’re kinda failing. no judgement, i swear, just an observation. okay, i’m ranting again. well? is it really considered ranting if i’m writing this? like wouldn’t ranting mean im saying it? okay i’ll stop im sorry. i mena it though, i really like you. it’s okay if you don’t like me back, i just wanted you to know.

with love,

y/n <3

as she read the letter, the soft smile that haerin sported kept on widening - which didn’t go unnoticed by her dormmate (unfortunately for her, not for you though).

you jumped up from where you were sitting on the couch, earning a shriek from hanni and sprinted towards your room. you ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook, grinning as you scribbled messily;

be my gf?

[ ] yes [ ] no

leaning back to admire your work (it really wasn’t that impressive), you felt a rush of happiness, a flight of butterflies released into your stomach. you folded the note before you jogged back into your living room, reaching for the door knob.

“y/n, what the fuck was that? you scared me, asshole. wait, where are you going?”

“haerin.” that seemed to be enough of an explanation for hanni as she let out an approving hum and turned to resume scrolling on her phone. she’s a weird one, you thought.

you walked over to the dorm next door and plopped yourself down on the floor. you slid the note under the door, something you’ve done countless times before - but this time it was different. leaning your back onto the door, you heard squeals from the other side. now that was definitely danielle. you started grinning and quietly laughing to yourself, gaining some judging looks from students walking down the dorm halls. but you didn’t care because haerin likes you back. you felt like you were back in high school again, the giddy feeling returning as you felt a nudge near your hand, a note being pushed onto your side of the door. you rushed to unfold it;

be my gf?

[x] yes [ ] no

“oh my fucking god.”

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i’m a liar! (not rlly) but i have like one week off school bcs i’m sick and i just finished a maths test today. so a lil break for me before chaos 😞 BUT!! ik how i’m ending this now, i think next chapter will be the end.

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s4 episode 21 thoughts

this episode had me entirely TRANSFIXED. at no moment did i know what was going to happen next, and i badly wanted to learn!! rejoice: a skinner episode!!! where he is driven to desperation by how much he loves his agents! i truly do not think i could have asked for more!!

(okay, scully wasn't there, which is usually my number one priority... but hear me out: the episode was still SO good despite her absence, which is a testament to some HIGH QUALITY WRITING)

so!! back to my live report from approximately 24 hours ago, when i began my journey into this rollercoaster of an ep. take it away, past juni:

after last episode, i have gone through all of the emotions known to humankind. i am interested to see where we will go next, having ventured into those uncharted waters. perhaps these waters will be more… charted.

A SKINNER EPISODE!!! he’s framed for murder AGAIN??? he can’t keep being put in these circumstances bro 😭

why would skinner cover up a death caused by bees??? that seems pretty cut and dry. bees did it. nobody’s fault. unless they’re secret FBI bees the world isn’t supposed to know about…? obviously the doctor is going to say “yup, bees did it, not humans”, right?? i mean if someone dies of bee stings i assume it’s very obvious??? and that no murder charges would be filed?? because?? bees did it??

(author's note: lmao. what a fool i was)

skinner. i am ready to learn more about you. 

we open at a place that ships packages. this woman (jane) needs a cigarette. her friend (later revealed to be named misty) is telling her to quit smoking. i’m not sure that is an effective strategy.

jane runs to the bathroom and is going to smoke in there??? not even outside??? what was going ON in the 90's!!!

but oh no! some bees emerge from the bathroom sink. MANY MANY MANY BEES. someone please call that lady on tiktok that scoops hives out with her hands while whispering into the camera “another great day of saving the beeeeeeees” (god i hope she’s doing well)

bee swarm of intense proportions is going on rn. can you buy bees at the store? is that what they did for filming this? order a bunch of bees at the bee store?? huh. 

anyway, they’re approaching jane the cigarette lady very very quickly. they’re in the stall!!! she’s smacking at them!! 

but cig lady’s friend misty is getting concerned. she goes to the bathroom to fetch her friend where she finds… an empty bathroom?? free of bees. with only a smoking cigarette on the floor and DEAD JANE COVERED IN BEE STINGS!!!!!!!

WHERE DID THE BEES GO MAN!!!

dang. those bee stings are gnarly. shoutout makeup team.

skinner is looking at jane's files. why does this interest you, skinner?? why is he deleting them?? probably because he does not consider insect related cases FBI matters

WAIT! HE WASN’T ON HIS COMPUTER…. HE WAS ON MULDER’S!!!

WHAT!!! (we need to give this reveal some space to sink in)

... he knows mulder's passwords……?

skinner. WHAT are you hiding!!! i used to hate him and then i sort of liked him and then i hated him and now i am affectionate towards him. we must not begin the cycle again!!!

well, now i’m invested. 

intro time. and i'm still laughing about that tweet of scully serving three quarters profile in her badge pic

after so many shortened intros, this one felt long!!!

skinner is… leaving his house? he has a bookend that looks like an elephant. now what does that say about him… and a what looks like a buddha in the corner. IS this his house??? buddhist skinner confirmed?

he’s taking off a “do not enter” sign and going into the bathroom where the bee incident went down, armed with just a flashlight. and he finds the cigarette, which he flushes. he’s cleaning the bathroom floor with a portable vacuum!! WHAT DOES HE KNOW!!!!!!!

i’m literally soooo invested, i’m not even joking. his ass is on his hands and knees SCRUBBING. what has brought assistant director skinner to this forbidden janitorial work!?!

this is very dark though, screen wise. had to up the brightness. 

he finds something oozing from the ceiling. and he sniffs it before wiping it away. gross. is it honey? weird neon honey?

now he’s picking the lock of the MORGUE!!!!!!! is he gonna steal jane’s body??!!!!!! bro what the HELL!!!!

someone in the coroner’s office hears a distant thud and almost finds him TAKING HER BODY!!!!!!!!! it seems he narrowly escaped!!! he hid around the corner and took jane with him…. to a very weird place. he’s climbing up a ladder. is it an incinerator? 

bro, he must be strong as hell. anyway, he takes her body and places it in a fire. 

my guess is that somehow she was contaminated with secret bee poison and he needs to make sure no one else gets sick from it????? by incinerating the body?? but that doesn’t do anything about the bees themselves??

he’s at the police station now, asking about jane. HE GIVES HIS NAME AS MULDER????? he has a fake badge and everything… omg do NOT get my boy in trouble!!

the policeman shows him a vial of blood from jane, which he replaces with a vial from his own pocket, and wipes the pen he took. ohhhh what is going on!!!!!!

so now he’s going back to his car with the blood. but someone runs out to see him!!! calling “agent mulder”!

it’s the detective who emailed the pictures to the REAL mulder!!! he somehow knows that mulder is part of the x files (which i feel shouldn't be information random people should know) but skinner is trying to say that nothing here warrants his involvement. 

he is deeply suspicious. but someone is watching him!!!!!!!! who is this mystery fellow watching this go down????

skinner is get undressed at 3:55 AM. and it IS his house with the elephant and the buddha!!!

SKINNER FOLLOWS THE FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS AND THE EIGHTFOLD PATH, LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥🔥

(that is a more interesting interpretation than him keeping a buddha around as decor, but hey, pick your headcanon as you please)

and who shows up but REAL MULDER!!!! AT 4 AM??? BRO WHAT IS HE DOING?? he should be on his couch!!!! sleeping!!

he has been trying to reach skinner…. OHHHH HE CLOCKED RIGHT AWAY THAT THERE IS A COVERUP!!!

and the detective was SHOT AND KILLED!!!! 

(my friend called me at this point to tell me that liam payne died. this has absolutely no relevance on the episode, but it did lead to me pausing for a half hour to share this news with others. and it would feel inappropriate to not include it in the write up)

mulder knows someone forged his name at the lab and he just wants skinner’s help!!

NO!!! SCULLY IS IN THE HOSPITAL SO SHE CAN’T HELP…. HER DOCTOR SAYS HER TUMOR MIGHT BE METASTASIZING… NO NO NO not my poor sweet scully...

no scully this episode…. this is sad :(

skinner is doubly gagged…… maybe even triply gagged between the revelation of the detective being killed, mulder being onto him, and scully being in the hospital. he is flabbergasted, one might even say. 

he’s going somewhere in very tight pants. someone tries to hit him with a car?!?

IT’S CSM!!!! and the guy from before who was watching the exchange with the detective go down!!!!!! 

ohhhh skinner has GRABBED him by the collar and is yelling that he MURDERED him!!! but CSM says to keep his voice down

“i wouldn’t get too comfortable on your moral high ground, mr. skinner. this only happened because you left your job unfinished” <- hey WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

(i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again… CSM’s voice is so soothing. tell me a story, scary man)

skinner says that he has followed CSM’s instructions…. and when skinner points out that the detective didn’t have to die, he says that he is “in no position to question the terms of our arrangement”

is this the deal he negotiated with to try and save scully???? and is it even working if she’s in the hospital right now??

he tries to say they have no arrangement and walk away, but CSM basically says well, i’ll have my bestie here kill you. and so skinner saunters off in his very tight pants, defeated. 

he wakes up on the couch to a phone ringing. and it’s mulder saying that jane's body was stolen, and all the evidence has been cleaned. “slow down” “i’m sorry sir, but i can’t” <- his brain was in overdrive!!

mulder figured out the replacement blood wasn’t jane's because she has a different folate serum level and skinner seems to be cursing himself for such a mistake. a good catch on mulder's part.

he has one lead, and it’s the make of the gun. but skinner realizes something… his gun isn’t in his desk!!! WHAT!! NO NO NOOOOOO

he calls CSM and growls that “you can’t do this”…….  he says that the man died so skinner could have what he wanted… what does that mean…

A CURE FOR AGENT SCULLY??????

WHAT!!!!

what does that have to do with the bees!!!

“if anything happens to her, i will expose you” <- OHHHH HE IS NOT MESSING AROUND!!! he said i'll get us both thrown in prison if you fuck with my agents!!!!

“i don’t care what happens to me” <- OHHHH MY GOD I’M RIPPING OFF MY SHIRT IN BIBLICAL LEVELS OF GRIEF. he loves her.

“agent scully stands to live a full and healthy life. i would hope the same for you, mr. skinner” <- no no no no no. please don’t kill him. please? for me?

(this made me picture a world without skinner and it was very sad. do not make me imagine this ever again. i won't stand for it)

this episode has me HOOKED!!!!!

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is being led to the restroom. the bee incident only went down yesterday!!!! he finds more of the yellow goop… and says he needs a hammer

he’s beating the hell out of that wall and finds it filled with honeycomb!! but this is probably EVIL honeycomb, right?

why yes, of course. he brings some of the evil honey to someone in maryland with a very cool in-house lab. oh, to be a maryland scientist with an incredible laboratory in the home that i own, because homes were plentiful in those days.

would it help to know that this bee can kill people? “any kind of bee can be lethal” <- well that is not super helpful in this particular case. nor is this fact comforting.

when it seems all hope is lost, bee scientist man finds some royal jelly and a larvae!! so hopefully soon they will have some answers. and now i know what royal jelly is.

oh, turns out 6 months ago mulder called the same guy asking about killer bees… well, he is always up to such activity. he was probably also calling a marine biologist about the loch ness monster. he keeps those DMV area professors BUSY

(author's note: now knowing what this is referring to, i think it is so fascinating to place s4 within a timeline of 6 months!!!!)

skinner is going through the x files folders down in mulder's office. and why the hell does one say “foo fighters” in the background!!! has the FBI finally found what the foo that they are fighting is???

OH!!! he finds the pictures of the child clones working in the honey farm!!! from earlier!! i was wondering if we were ever going to revisit that!!

he sees covarrubias' number on there so he starts to call her… omg…

(i have never seen one of those big rolly things of contact lists before)

but just as he is about to call, mulder walks in!!! he has pictures of the parking lot from the night of the Event… pictures that show a very blurry skinner that he cannot recognize AS skinner, but he’s going to take them over to special photo department, and oh no. oh no.

mulder asks what skinner wanted to tell him and he scrambles to just say he wanted to check on his progress… and i cannot tell if mulder believes him or not

skinner calls covarrubias about the bees. and she has to tell him that there was no bee evidence at all. so skinner counters with: well what if *i* have the bees??? well, then that would change things.

covarrubias is really pretty. while i may not like that she basically became deep throat 3.0, she is very pretty

bee scientist comes home to find all the lights out!!!!! his lights are covered in bees!!! it seems they broke through!!! no no no no!!! they cover his windows!! and he is being swarmed….. 

a terrible (or perhaps fitting) end for a man of bee science

mulder calls skinner down to show him the body of the bee scientist. and he had symptoms of SMALLPOX???? they put the smallpox in the BEES???? oh my god. new worst nightmare just dropped.

skinner wants to know how he contracted a disease that no longer exists, and yes, it did in fact come from the bees.

mulder thinks that someone is trying to revive the world’s deadliest disease!! oh my god!! how does this relate to the aliens???? i thought i knew at one point but now i don’t!! 

skinner asks mulder to tell him what he finds when he goes over to the photo department…

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is talking to misty, jane’s friend. she clearly knows something but isn’t saying it. jane was misty’s best friend. and they were trying to go on vacation together. </3

OH. THE MEN WHO CAME THERE SAID IF THEY TALKED TO ANYONE SHE WOULD LOSE HER JOB….. they wanted a package!!!!! a damaged package!!

and it was stored right next to the bathroom where jane was found?!!

shipping bees… package gets damaged… bees get loose… smallpox bees everywhere… very bad very bad…

luckily, she can look up the tracking number!!!

back at the photo lab, someone who is not pendrell but looks like him is working on the photo. and mulder says that it is very important to him.

oh, his sad sad face as he realizes who it is…. like somebody punched a baby in front of him.

back at the alien groupchat meeting!! (again i think they’re called the syndicate?? i googled something once and that came up)

CSM is showing them the last remaining bee, saying all others were destroyed. and the body has been sanitized. CSM tries to say it has been taken care of. but the others want answers on what went down. 

“should we presume that the trial run is proceeding as planned?” “it’s already begun” <- HEY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN…… and why is the next shot KIDS ON A PLAYGROUND………… with a BEE BUZZING……….

kid gets stung by a bee…… as a ton of other kids ALSO get stung by bees!!!!!!! no!! not the kids!!!!

one kid trips and falls, and when the teacher tries to save him, she is swarmed!!!!!!! and the little kid has horrible marks all over him!!!! as do the other kids!!!!

skinner is here at this hospital to see what is going on… and he tells the doctor that the kids need to be treated for smallpox. this does not go over well with the doctor!!! he says that not only is smallpox no longer around, but it has an 8 day incubation period. well okay. i guess. things have changed.

covarrubias is here!! hold up is her name MARITA and i’ve been getting it wrong this whole time?! editing this post to refer to her by last name instead. i cannot tell if that is a subtitle error or the Truth. i’m sorry miss covarrubias. coh-vah-roo-bee-us.

she called asking about the contents of 7 packages sent to south carolina!!

“you’re a little late to do anything about it” “so are you, apparently” <- ohhh get his ass

she asks wtf is going on, and that she needs to tell the UN so don’t mess around. he hypothesizes that it’s an experiment using bees as carriers for disease. and when skinner says he hasn’t told mulder, she straight up asks if he’s involved OHHHH!! but he denies it. 

she says he has to come forward…..

back home. he starts to dial a number but stops, pulling his gun (which is now back in his desk!) out

AND OHHHHH MY GOD MULDER IS HERE AT SKINNER'S PLACE. “PUT THE GUN DOWN AND MOVE AWAY FROM THE DESK” <-OHHHH NO. IT’S GOING DOWN. 

ugh this is gonna be a two parter, isn’t it… i had a sneaking suspicion 

(it actually wasn't. but you can't blame me there. it was looking pretty close)

OHHHHHHH MULDER WENT THERE…. “you’ve been working with the smoking man all along. you knew when they had my father killed, and you knew when they took scully” <- OHHH MY GOD. his rage is barely contained and he looks like a damn animal.

skinner points out that the lock in his desk was forced open, why would he force his own lock open? and that the police are probably on their way right now. 

oh my gosh… i’m holding my breath… is mulder going to believe him? will skinner tell the truth?

“i advised you against a certain course of action some time ago concerning agent scully. i didn’t follow my own advice” <- oh my god........... the confession.............

he was willing to admit to making a deal with the devil for scully... does she know how loved she is...?

mulder gets quiet and says “give me the gun” <- WHAT IS HE THINKING? 

someone is firing it into some water? i guess that is how you figure out what the murder weapon is. and the guy says he is absolutely certain this is it.

mulder says they find it in a sewer grate around the corner (but for a moment i fully believed he was going to say it was his). the expert guy breaks the news that unless forensics pulled a print, it’s untraceable because the serial number was cleared off.

skinner leaves at this news. he almost smiles, and i wondered if the expert was going to call him out on such odd behavior. and from there, he goes to meet CSM. 

ohhhhh he has the gun to CSM's head!!! “agent scully is dying and you haven’t done a damn thing about it” <- HOLY SHIT!!! CSM’s smirking…. the right bastard

he claims that if skinner kills him, he’ll also kill scully… and that he had saved her life before when he had her returned to mulder.

“but you’ll never know if you pull the trigger, will you?” <- OHHHHHH MY GOD. is he bluffing or not!!!!! how would he have a way to cure her beyond letting one of the aliens he keeps on hold touch her???

SKINNER FIRES THREE SHOTS??????? DID HE SAY FUCK IT AND KILL HIM. IS THIS THE END OF CSM?????

NO. they were JUST behind his head. oh the tension was THICK.

message received. i hope. whoever is on the phone is asking about skinner, saying mulder will be contacting them soon.

it's covarrubias????? she says she’ll tell him what CSM wants her to tell him. WHAT!!!!!

“tell him what he wants to hear” <- HEY WHAT. IS HE GOING TO LIE AND SAY SCULLY IS OKAY????

thus concludes the episode.

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS.

okay, first of all, covarrubias works for CSM. i feel silly for not picking up on that because we KNEW she works for the UN, famously the host of the alien groupchat parties, but i didn't even put it together at all. but just because she works for him doesn't really mean anything, because deep throat and x also nominally worked for him. to what extent is still unclear- maybe they did everything on his orders, stringing mulder along to keep him distracted from learning the truth- or maybe there were aspects of corruption they felt were "safe" to be exposed and lead him along the path for this deeper trap that CSM is laying for him. so we cannot make a covarrubias moral judgement just yet- but we also know we cannot trust her.

next. skinner loves his agents so much, dude. willing to kill AND die for scully to be okay... please think on this for a moment. and then think about it some more. how he told mulder to never make a deal with the devil, then did it himself even though he has so much to lose as the assistant director. and for the rest of his life he'll have to live with knowing he assisted in his murky and horrific plans, including infecting children with the world's deadliest diseases, because he could not stand to lose scully.

there are many kinds of love, some of which are complex and indescribable and cannot be inserted into conventional roles, and i think that is exactly what is going on here. the incalculable love for skinner and his agents.

okay. and mulder trusting skinner SO ABSOLUTELY. showing up at his apartment at 4 AM to ask for help. offering to take out the trash, and the constant updates he provided him on the case. the way his face FELL when he realized it was skinner in the photo. and how he came to believe that skinner knew about or was perhaps even behind the calls to kill his father and kidnap scully. how betrayed and horrified he was. how he must have recalled his mantra of "trust nobody", how he must have been kicking himself for falling into a false sense of security for a man who risked so much for them, but must have, in his mind, been luring him deeper and deeper into a trap. imagine all of that grief about scully being abducted and then getting sick and the loss of his father being placed at skinner's feet. mulder, who never for a second doubted that skinner was innocent in his earlier brush with the law. imagine how incredibly painful that "realization" would have been. and then how he wanted so badly to believe him, but after so many betrayals, it would take more than just a scratched desk for him to do so. but he does. god.

there is an addictive substance placed between the relationships of skinner to mulder and scully. something almost familiar. something almost entirely unspoken except for in a foundational and silent trust.

this episode was really, really good. probably my favorite of the season! i was trying to figure out what exactly was going on and why. it really raised the stakes for skinner, mulder, AND scully in a bunch of different directions: skinner being in CSM's pocket, covarrubias being in CSM's pocket, mulder believing her as she feeds him lies, scully's illness getting worse... whew!

more than anything i love to see the trust between characters tested and pulled, and their bonds put to the limits. so i am very pleased. i will likely be thinking of mulder's animalistic rage as he held the gun to skinner's face for a long, long time. and how skinner quietly admitted to doing what he told mulder not to. by jove. an excellent piece of television.

[2djdanger]

Just rewatched Astro Boy 09 & man I think the art style choice was good for the times but hoooo I forgot especially after rewatching 03 Astro in Japanese coming straight from that episode 50 into that mess how disappointed English speaking fans would be. I think the writing & some line deliveries weren’t the greatest which is what made the movie weak. More like some dudes fanfiction than an AB movie. But also idk if that’s fair bc I’ve read some rlly top notch AB fic soooo yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️ but also lemme just rant for a min there’s parts of this movie that rlly rlly work & I love I think some of the subtle quick ways were shown Astro’s powers like when he first learns he can fly & then directly afterwards starts digging thru the side of the mountain is great. Also unpopular take prob but I think the president Stone guy kinda works as a surface level AB villain. Def 🤮🤮🤮 @ Tenma’s design ever since I saw the movie in 2010 I’ve always hated bros design but like who doesn’t at this point this is rehashing old news. Also I get that Nic Cage knew the source material & is good on screen but idk if it was his delivery or just his lines written that poorly or if I’m relooking at this post round 2 of 03 anime for me but his char was so off. Also DEF AFTER 03 anime the war between robots/humans getting boiled down to the goofy RRF bots bruh I’d be so pissed if I worked for the companies involved in making this movie. YOU HAD GOOD SOURCE MATERIAL IF U CANT FIT IT ALL IN THE MOVIE DONT INCLUDE IT!!! Also alsoooo again prob reiterating old news but the Amerification & dumbing down of the source material to be more palatable for kids is just sad. Like the movie would’ve functioned exactly the same without a few of those goofy scenes it just stalled the story honestly. You could’ve added more of the other stuff in if that was taken out. Also weird using Tenmas Japanese last name but Ochans English name was always kinda huhhh?? to me. I get it’s for the ease of being able to say their names for everyone outside Japan but if we’re going English names why not just stick with whatever Tenma’s name was in English in the animes since people already knew it?? I kinda prefer Tenma tho & ik not everyone can say Ochanomizu but yeah. The surface kids I used to think in my kid brain were waaaay more fleshed out than they rlly are which is kinda funny since they literally just show up & are there a handful of scenes, handful of lines & then that’s it. I’m torn too bc idk if it was necessary to have the new kids or work in Tamao, Kenichi, & Shibugaki somehow & I liked the new kids too. But man this movies a hot mess. I prob have more thoughts but this posts getting way too long already. This movie was my intro to the franchise when I was a kid & legit did not know what anime was or that a whole thing existed outside of this movie xD I literally always used to wish there was & then like 10 yrs ago at this point after being deep into anime I found out about Astro Boy anime/manga & straight went:

So in conclusion Astro Boy movie ok, has deep place in my heart, animes waaay better & manga: god tier.

[fabeong]

Questions from the Fic Writing Game :)

✅ list one or two favorite lines you’ve written and explain why they’re your favorite

💕 what's your favorite part of your writing process?

🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

🔥 what’s something that’s currently going really well?

Oh mate, you’ve really chosen some good ones here thank you 💕

✅ list one or two favorite lines you’ve written and explain why they’re your favorite

MATE. Ok you know how this says one or two lines yeah sorry I’m dropping a paragraph but I think you might like it 👀

(Under a cut bc I go on a ramble whoopsies)

“I know your surname is Toktra, and it means to search for” Florentius spoke softly, thoughtfully; the memories rose all too easily to his lips. “Your hometown is on the north… no, north-eastern tip of the Alik’ir desert, though you haven’t been back in years. You like cloudy weather the most although you’ll accept the sun because it hurts vampires, and your favourite colour is yellow. You find any flute music intolerable and you joined the Vigilants at thirteen years old, to this day still the youngest they’ve ever accepted. And…” suddenly he was fighting against a smile, only as soon as he looked over at Isran at last he lost it and collapsed into helpless laughter. “And you’re allergic to figs, as we found out at that pastry stall in Bruma, and your face-“ “Went so numb I could barely speak.” Isran finished the memory for him, a smile somewhere between reluctant and irrepressible fighting onto his lips. Florentius nodded, his chuckles finally subsiding though his chest ached. When had he last laughed like that? The last thing he expected was for Isran to speak again. “Your first name is Silas.” His voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible over the snowfall outside. But Florentius heard him. “But it’s technically your father’s name. It’s an old Cyrodillic naming tradition where your first name is your father’s, your second is your given name, the third is your family name, and you have another name too, it… it indicates where you’re from but I don’t remember-” “Eboratum” Florentius whispered before he could help himself. He stared at Isran, frozen in place and unable to believe what was happening. “Eboratum.” Isran exhaled slowly, but it seemed like he could no longer stop. “Your favourite food is medium-rare venison and you were frightened of graveyards as a child. You love autumn because of the changing colours of the leaves and you had to kill your best friend when they were infected with vampirism and tried to infect you. You know how to swim but you don’t like to do it. You used to have long hair that almost reached your elbows, and it always looked so soft I wanted to ask how you looked after it. You come from Venda’s Watch, half a day’s ride south of Bruma, but you studied in Cheydinhal at the Great Chapel there and… and you ran away from Arkay when you were thirteen.”

So I’m a huge fan of the “to be loved is to be known” idea, and I get to really indulge in it here, plus 🥰🥰Florentius and Isran backstory 🥰🥰

💕 what's your favorite part of your writing process?

ooh that’s a tricky one tbh. I think the most satisfying part is honestly when I finish a fic’s first draft?

🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

Oh i absolutely have 😅 one example that really comes to mind was a fic I wrote many years ago that started out fully meant to be a cozy, comforting, coming-home-to-your-lover sweet fic and then after I wrote the soft intro my brain just went “…but what if that was a dream? And reality was anything but sweet?” And I completely went off into a hurt-no-comfort narrative with another evil plot twist at the end 😈

🔥 what’s something that’s currently going really well?

Honestly there’s a lot going on rn but one positive thing is I finally got confirmation my job will keep me on past Xmas 🎉 which is kind of a double-edged sword bc I’ve already decided I don’t want to stay too much longer but still yay for job security ✨

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trick or treat! 🎃

(Trick or Treat ask game)

happy halloween, artemis!! have the intro to a memory loss fic that I don't think i've ever talked about (and genuinely haven't thought about in a long time). thanks for the excuse to go reread this! i think it holds up pretty well :)

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Error: Stasis Interrupted. Attempt System Restart. My organic parts were prickling. I was only partially online, and my restart was stalling. Something was very wrong. “—signs of a restart.” “Mensah, it’s waking up!” “Is it going to be okay?” “Please be advised. SecUnit may have been compromised by company techs. It may not be…itself when it restarts.” “What do you mean?” I’m not supposed to be here. Clients not located. Unit in violation of distance limit. Permanent Shutdown in 05:00 The arms holding me tightened. “Oh no.” “What’s happening?” “The governor module—“ The voices around me became agitated. There were too many of them overlapping, hard for me to separate. The system that filtered audio into words I can understand hadn’t fully restarted yet. It hit me that it was probably never going to. Permanent Shutdown in 04:16 “—allowable distance from its contracted clients—“ “I thought we were its clients!” “That parameter must have been reset—“ “Three, is there anything that will stop it?” “I don’t know. I cannot access its systems to deliver the governor module override. I have no alternate plan of action.” This was the voice registering the highest level of distress. “I had no plan of action to save Two. I don’t know what to do.” Permanent Shutdown in 02:52 There was a visceral fear knotted deep in my organic parts of what would happen when the timer ran out. It hurt to think, there was something very wrong with my nervous system, but I knew I was going to die. I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t think of a way to prevent it. The unidentified humans didn’t want me to die. Maybe there was an emergency and they needed my protection. I couldn’t protect them. I’m sorry, I tried to say, but my mouth wouldn’t make the words. Permanent Shutdown in 01:33 A voice was echoing the numbers out loud as they ticked down in my head. The other voices were a desperate babble of noise. I turned my pain sensors all the way down and braced myself. Maybe it wouldn’t feel like anything at all. “Ratthi, the feed document! The one validating my—my ownership.” “Deity—“ “Do you have it? Please tell me it’s still saved—“ “Will that work? Will it set us as the clients?” “It has to fucking work, we’re out of time.” “I have it—I’m sending it now—“ Client: Dr. Ayda Mensah. Client located. Cancel permanent shutdown. “Oh, thank deity—” Restart failure. Forced shutdown. Delayed restart.

[starified-lizzy]

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

Some notes: Blue= BF, Sophie= GF, Navy= BB

Feedback is appreciated!

It was a nice night out. Warm, with a nice breeze, stars twinkling bright in the sky with a crescent moon a sliver of white in the darkening sky.

Tonight was prom. A huge day for the seniors. A time to dance with one’s friends and/or partners, or just go completely apeshit and get pregnant in the bathroom stalls. Blue would rather go on living without hearing or seeing that.

Unfortunately… his mother thought going without either a friend or a date would be a good idea. Normally- he probably would have a date if they hadn’t moved from Philly in Middle School.

……

He’d rather not think about his middle school years.

His mother pushed his hair back again, lightly hairspraying it to keep it in place, as the lights from the bathroom’s ceiling made him feel like he was being interrogated. Instinctively, Blue reached up to mess it up again, hating having his bangs pushed away, but his mother just lightly smacked his hand away, tutting.

“We’ve gotta be formal, hun.”

“Mom- I don’t even want to go.” Blue whined, letting his mother fuss over him. She lightly patted some loose strands of his cyan hair into place, adding a bit more spray.

“I know sweetie, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I don’t want you to miss out like Navy did.” She said.

“Navy only skipped it because half the women there hated him, and he didn’t want to deal with it.” He pouted, vividly remembering his brother’s whole panic attack about it.

“I know, and I get that. You haven’t even tried talking to anyone there enough to even know if they like you or not. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find yourself another man~.” She teased, picking up the black bowtie from the counter.

“M O M …” Blue hissed, immediately getting red.

She laughed politely, “Sorry, sweetie, but I think it’s adorable. You don’t let others get in between you and the people you care for.”

“Yeah well- the last guy I was with… he isn’t a fan of me anymore…”

His mother fell silent. “I know you don’t want to tell me, and I understand, I just wish I knew what happened between you two?”

“Moving away is what happened.” He replied bitterly, feeling guilty for being rude about it. His mother just wanted what was best for her sons, and Philly had started to become a shithole after-

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the smell of smoke and the sound of a building collapsing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, Blue, but I didn’t want you to grow up in a crime-ridden area.” She said softly, sitting down on the toilet lid besides Blue, beckoning him to face her so she could put the bowtie on.

“I know…”

She put the bowtie clip on, flattening any wrinkles in his white button-up she saw before standing with a sigh. “You’re all set. My baby boy… all grown up.”

Blue couldn’t help the small grin that crossed his face for a moment.

“Let me see that beautiful smile.” She asked, tilting her head slightly, her royal blue hair momentarily falling into her face.

Blue gave her just that, showing off his grin that his mother loved.

“There we are. Make sure you text your brother and I how it goes.” She said, ushering him out of the bathroom and into the landing, getting her purse and keys.

“You don’t have to drive me, mom. I have a license…” he insisted, his face getting red with embarrassment.

“I know, but I want to! This is the last time I can do something for my baby boy before he officially becomes an adult!” She said.

He hesitated… pursing his lips as he fought with himself over this. “Fine. So long as you don’t like- lean halfway out of the car and yell at me… or honk your horn.”

She snorted. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes. You would. You did it to both me and Navy when you made us go to Homecoming.” He replied flatly.

“Ah… right…”

Blue huffed amusedly, turning to leave with his mother trailing behind, far more excited about this than he was.

~

He stood on the steps of the school’s entrance.

His mother had given him a pep talk, giving him tips on how to either convince a woman OR man to dance.

Like hell he’s going to actually ask someone to dance.

Others with dates, or just friends, walked past him into the school, paying him no mind. They all looked excited for this, like this is something they wanted to do.

Why can’t he be like that?

He shook his head slightly. Taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves, he walked in.

Inside, the lights were down, replaced with slowly shifting lights as slow-music played. Couples were already dancing, holding each other close as their hips swayed to the music. Others who just came with friends were just chilling by the pillars, chatting away with drinks and other snacks in their hands.

Awkwardly, Blue moved to lean against a pillar, crossing his arms as he watched the couples on the dance floors have fun. He momentarily wondered how prom would’ve gone if he was still with his ex, but he shook it away.

He scanned the individuals hanging out around the sides, trying to see if there was anyone he had ever even talked to here he could hopefully hang with. His gaze landed on a girl standing by herself.

She had brown hair done neatly into a bun, with short, curled strands hanging strategically in front of her ears. Small sparkling golden hooped earrings were hooked in her ears, and a small golden necklace with a little flower pendant on it draped around her neck. Her red dress was sleeveless, with two straps wrapped around her neck to hold it up.

No one stood by her. No one talked to her.

He glanced away when she looked up, cursing to himself for looking at her like that. She looked lonely, like she also had no friends, but he doubted that someone like that could have no friends. He cursed himself once again, before pushing off the pillar, moving to where he last saw her.

She was still there, staring out into the mass of slow-dancers with an expression of longing. Blue wrung his hands together as they got sweaty.

Is he really going to do this?

He watched as she sighed, looking away.

Yeah… he is.

He approached from the side so she could see him, which she did, studying him confusedly. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown and glistened with the lights.

“Hi, Uhm… I saw you standing by yourself… and I just… I wanted to ask if you were okay?” He stammered, hands continuously wringing together to keep himself from full-on panicking.

“Oh… yeah, I mean… I don’t really have anyone to dance with… nor did I really want to come here, but my dad made me.” She explained, before taking on a slightly annoyed tone, “Which I don’t get when he knows damn well I don’t have anyone to dance with.”

Blue hesitated, unsure of how to continue the conversation he started. “I don’t have anyone to dance with either, nor do I want to be here too. My mom made me go, saying it’s a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’.” He quoted, throwing up the air-quotes.

“You too? I just don’t get the hype. Like- sure, having a partner would make this experience more enjoyable, but at the same time- it’s just… the amount of people here is overwhelming. I feel so bad for people who have sensory issues who’s parents made them go.” She ranted, ending with a sigh.

“Old people are weird.” Blue agreed with awkwardly.

They sat in silence for bit, watching the dancing continue.

“Say, what’s your name? I can’t imagine a cutie like you not having a date for prom.”

Blue flushed, stammering over himself and wringing his hands together nervously, “O-oh! U-uhm… my n-name is B-B-Blue.”

“Blue? That’s such a cute name. My name’s Sophia. You can call me Sophie.” She said, smiling at him. She reached her hands out, gently taking his and holding them. “Say, how’s a dance sound?”

Blue could only nod, trying not to smile like an utter dork.

-

He laughed as Sophie messed his hair up, ducking away and batting her hands away.

“Your hair is so fluffy! And are you serious that it’s naturally this color?” She asked, keeping her hands to herself after another swat from the shorter.

“Yeah! Both mine and my brother’s. My mom’s hair is naturally a royal blue.” He explained, a permanent grin plastered on his face.

“Nahhh- ain’t no way. I’d have to see it to believe it.” She said.

“Well- if my mom shows up before your dad does, maybe you can see her hair. My brother is in Philly right now, he lives there.” Blue explained.

“Wait, you have family in Philly too?” Sophie asked, eyes bright.

“Oh- yeah! In the shitty bit, but yeah.”

Sophie ‘ah’ed, looking towards the ground. “My mom’s currently in Philly too. Not there, specifically, but nearby. She’s doing a show there.”

Blue looked at her confusedly. “A show?”

“Yeah, my Mom’s actually a pretty big pop star… Mearest?”

Blue’s jaw dropped. “YOUR MOTHER IS-“

She covered his mouth mid-shock, shushing him. “Yes! Now please don’t let the whole school know!” She begged.

Blue nodded. “Your mother is the pop star Mearest?! The Mearest?!” He asked in a hiss after she removed her hands.

“Yeah… my dad’s Dearest, the retired rapper.”

Blue’s jaw fell open.

“Everyone says how lucky I am to have literal stars as parents…. But it’s not all glory and money and fame all the time…”

Blue tilted his head. “What do you mean..?”

Sophie glanced at him. Her eyes holding a secret that she desperately wanted to tell.

“My parents are…. I am-“

A loud honk startled them, interrupting Sophie.

“Shit… my dad’s here. I have to go now.” She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss to his cheek. “Tonight was very lovely, thank you.”

Blue watched in a flustered daze as she hurried to the literal fucking limo waiting for her. She turned and waved to him.

He waved back.

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

I really want to make this au a comic, but I don’t know where to STAAARRRRRRT-

I’ve never actually posted a chapter straight to Tumblr before, so this is a first.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[temperedgods]

Tempered Gods Chapter 1 Part 1

This is a project I have had in the back of my brain for quite a while and everytime I have written it I ended hating it. This one I like so I will share a chapter every week or so.

Mornings were always ushered in by Riley waking up Morgan and Jordan as he jumped on the bed ready for his morning walk. It was also the time they would put together the errands before Morgan had to go to campus in North Harzenburg. They lived in the south of the trading hub of Talmin but recent expansions in transit made it less of an upheaval for Morgan to get to his mid afternoon Arcana 1205 class. 

Jordan was the more talkative for this morning's walk, Morgan had listened intently while making sure Riley wouldn’t run too far chasing pigeons. Jordan had noticed he hadn’t said much when he finally said something.

“Professor Allegro is going to ask me to be on the staff after I graduate.” 

“Are you going to take the position?” Jordan quickly responded, holding back their excitement.

“I’m not sure. He’d probably have me running the summoning courses.” He replied coarsely. Morgan despised the classes, yet he always excelled in each of the ones required to take before he could take his oath.

“You could make them more enjoyable for everyone else.” Jordan suggested. 

“I could but I’m not sure how to.” The conversation paused for a moment, then Morgan clicked his tongue to rouse Riley to come back from harassing pigeons. He would walk beside the two until he found something else to chase down.

“Could always talk about how you have used a summon to help out, like with Riverton.” Jordan suggested.

Morgan considered the instance.

“That may get my students hopes up that they could summon an ether dragon after taking just one class.” Jordan snickered

“I doubt they would expect that after a semester of intro summoning, especially if you tell them you passed out shortly after the summon. Might put expert summoning into the big picture.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” Morgan gave a big smile and looked forward to their halfway point at the morning bazaar.

They’d grab a few fruits and browse, and then head home. Many of the vendors knew Riley and knew the faces of Morgan and Jordan.

“Hello there big guy!” Said the old woman who ran the fabrics stall, and then rubbed between Riley’s ears.

Riley was an Anthu, a magical creature resembling a fox if it stood on their hind legs and was 1.5 meters tall. But they would always stick out in a crowd even if being shorter than most of the crowd from their upbeat nature and love of companionship. 

Riley had been with Morgan for 6 years now since choosing him in combat after a pilgrimage to their ancestral lands on the ridge between the Druid Coast and the Talmin kingdom, a hotly contested area even 6 years ago. Riley had also taken a liking to Jordan when first meeting her, making him obedient to the couple. Jordan wouldn’t give Riley commands often, but would do so in a heartbeat.

Morgan asked the old woman running the fabrics about a special order of sheep’s wool sourced from any farm in the Thousand Lakes.

“The water they drink there gives their wool this slightly softer feeling than ones from the Copper Forest or the farms outside Cherryville. Y’know what I mean?” “Oh yes! The wool there is very popular these days! If you fill out the form I can get it to you in about a week. If you put your number there I can give you a call when it’s ready too!”

She ripped a form off a pack of special orders. Morgan diligently filled out his information and handed it back to her.

“Thank you!” He said while handing it back “Thank you as well! Bye bye Riley!” She waved to the spry Anthu.

The trio continued their trek through the bazaar, grabbing a few fruits for their breakfast back home. Riley had kept himself close to Morgan and Jordan most of the way back, having spent most of his energy startling the pigeons the way there.

Those pigeons watched idly by on various rooftops and power lines as they entered into their little rowhouse.

Enjoying their meal, they were interrupted by the phone ringing. It sat right behind Jordan so they answered.

“Hello? Oh hi Dr Allegro! I can take a message for Morgan, he’s in the shower right now.” 

Jordan grinned as they looked at Morgan’s relieved face, being saved from talking to the college professor.

“Okay, I’ll make sure to send him on his way when he gets out. Thank you Henry! Bye bye!”

Hanging up the phone Jordan relayed the message.

“You have a quiz to proctor in Mana Holding before your Arcana class today.”

“Wonderful.” Morgan scoffed. “I assume he wants me to grade them in between as well?”

Jordan shrugged.

“He never said when he wanted them done.”

Morgan sighed.

“That means he’ll want them done before Arcana then. When do you need to leave?” “20 minutes after you do. Need to make sure that the incantation is up so Riley won’t knock anything over.”

“Actually, I can get that for you.”

Morgan stretched behind him and grabbed a pouch off the counter behind him. He took a small piece of quartz and a rubber band out. Stretching the band over his right thumb and pointer finger he tightened and loosened the band and with his left hand he dropped the quartz through as he whispered a few words, Jordan hearing the faint sounds of incantations followed by various household objects.

“That should do it for a while. I wasn’t sure when you’d be back so I did a bit of guesswork on when it should go down. Worst case is we can’t read some books until like 9.”

Jordan gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up to get ready and Morgan doing the same.

He placed his notes into a satchel and donned a ruby and iron pendant along with a scarf over his light sweatshirt. He had put on one of his slightly longer pairs of khakis and was careful to pull the bottom of the pants out of his shoes before walking to the door. 

Riley was first to say goodbye, getting a pat between his ears. Jordan walked over and they shared a quick kiss before he was out the door and on the way to the tram.

The tram ride was pretty quick to take Morgan to the Northern part of town. If he couldn’t use the tram then either some sort of magic like flying or even planes walking would be the fattest route unless the two wanted to shell out  10,000 silver marks for a vehicle that served no other use than to take him to school.

The tram was also very quiet at this time of the morning so Morgan could either catch some more sleep or go over some student papers or work on his own. He looked over some of his own final project today. It was a tome bound by demonhide but covered over with cow leather so as to be more inconspicuous. Inside the tome were a variety of spells a paladin would find useful during battle or during triage of any wounded before a cleric or combat medic would arrive. Many of these Morgan had tested himself and left notes on how and why certain spells should be used to stop anyone to succumb to their injuries or in the other direction, to make sure an enemy succumbs to fate.

The tram rang for his stop, the main campus of Altonia School of Magic, and he hopped up to depart.

“Excuse me sir, is this yours?” The man sitting beside Morgan said as he was about to step out.  “I think it fell out of your pocket.”

Morgan turned around and saw the man in a simple cloth overall, some oil stains showing he worked with automobiles. The man was holding an envelope in front of Morgan’s sternum as he turned.

“I- I’m not sure.” Morgan said quizzically.

“I think you better take it, looks important.”

Morgan hesitated but realized he’d be late if he didn’t leave now. He snatched the note and awkwardly stepped off the tram and across the street from campus.

The school’s main campus was in the former castle grounds of the former Duke of Harzenberg. The Duke “donated” the campus to the university in exchange for clemency during a crisis of the crown a few centuries back. However there is no more Duke of Harzenburg anymore, just a mayor and council.

Being a royal’s former house it is located in one of the more scenic areas of towns, settled by the Harzenburg river that flows right into the Cobalt Sea. Rows and rows of roses surround the original castle walls, heavy in vines and thorns that was meant to be a beautiful and effective way to slow down invaders. This castle had not seen a single pikeman run towards its walls in almost a thousand years, the only ones now simply walking around the campus as guards, though pikeman is a grandfathered term as they now either use pistols, magic, or both to act as defense.

Morgan nodded to a pikeman as he walked in through the front gate, the original 5 meter tall door bolted shut and two sets of double doors act as the entrance and exit on this side of the campus. 

Many extensions had been made to the school as a castle and its walls simply could not hold a large body of students for every single class. Most of the castle had staff offices and the main library of the college, which Morgan passed through as a shortcut to Professor Allegro’s class Mana Holding 104. 

“Good morning Henry.” Morgan announced as he entered through the back door of the lecture hall.

“Ah just in time Morgan! Someone came in looking for you today asking about your thesis. I’m not sure if it was a drinking friend or someone else but it was no one I recognized from any of the classes or around campus.”

Morgan looked puzzled.

“I don’t really go out to drink, sir.” 

“Oh, okay then. He said he would come back later when you were in anyways so maybe then you can figure out who it is then. But for now we need to set up the quizzes!”

Morgan nodded and went to the front to grab a half stack of today’s quizzes. They were simple if you had been following along in class or at the very least skimming the book. Being near the start of the semester Allegro wanted to run a check to see if his students were following along and taking mana holding seriously. 

It took maybe 3-4 seconds of Morgan looking at the paper to know the exact answers Henry was looking for on the quiz. 

But Morgan was more interested in who had asked for him earlier, it may have been the same person who managed to get a note to him on the tram. He wasn’t sure what to make of it but the students began filing in before he could think of what to do, other than to read the note. He filed to the back of the lecture hall and opened the note while glancing over at the slow stream of freshman magicians and their faces of displeasure of the surprise quiz.

It was uncouth for spellcasters to keep a weapon other than a staff, wand, or other means to cast a spell that doesn’t also act as a head buster. So instead Morgan opted to cast a bound letter opener, a quaint spell that a mail carrier had developed a few decades before. Morgan tore the letter open and read what it said inside:

meet at the midtown pier stop at 6:30, come alone -l

The midtown pier stop had been shuttered for a year now due to structural concerns and an above ground stop was built to replace it. 

“This is a trap.” He muttered to himself.

Henry started to give the morning pleasantries to his students and Morgan snapped back to the moment and the impending quiz. Not much else phased him, he absorbed the lecture he had heard many times in the past for Mana Holding, graded the quizzes shortly after, and blazed through his Arcane class.

Morgan had a small office adjoined by Allegro’s office but spent little time there. He slipped in for a moment and dropped his satchel filled with his notes and final project.

It was uncouth for spellcasters to keep a weapon other than a staff, wand, or other means to cast a spell that doesn’t also act as a head buster. But that didn’t stop Morgan. Inside one of the drawers of his office desk was the hilt of a sword, the grip was a soft sheepskin. You could begin to see the outline of Morgan’s grip in the wear and tear. The guard was a blued steel with vines engraved wrapping the entire circumference. The pommel was a spring loaded copper bauble, if you tapped the bottom the enchanted blade would emerge out of the guard. He was given this as a thank you for his aid in the Riverton Portal Invasions some 2 years ago. 

Morgan preferred casting for a mace he had enclosed in a storage plane along with many other supplies he would need in combat. But he feared that magic may need to go to save himself from a trap. He slipped the hilt under his sweatshirt and the waistband of his pants and left for the tram.

It was a tense ride for him. It was around the time children were let off from grade school so a few were with their parents returning home, full of energy and running up and down the cabin. Morgan paid no mind to it and waited for the midtown pier stop.

Most cities you would come across, midtown would possibly be north or west of town. That was true for Midtown Harzenburg as it was more southeast of town but it split the city into two with Cannon’s Run River that cut the city in half on its two banks. The river led right out to the ocean and were the original piers set up by the Northwin trading company 200 years ago when it first began in the crown’s conquests of Atrocostas. If a package needed to be sent out of the town you had two options: pay Northwin’s fee or try your luck with pirates.

Morgan quickly slipped out of the tram and snaked his way through the crowd moving towards the pier, longshoreman, sailors, and bureaucrats ready for the evening shift. 

The entrance for the underground station was cordoned off by keep out and falling hazard signs situated on top of tall traffic cones. No one was looking so Morgan easily slipped inside the dingy train stop.

The half burnt out lights were on at the stop. If someone did want to jump Morgan they forfeited that advantage. He walked between the back wall and a partially cracked support column when he heard a squelch and liquid dripping onto concrete. Then a single footstep behind him and he drew his sword and swung behind, rotating his entire body to gain momentum. The figure that had snuck up behind him grabbed the sword without any problem and a voice called out.

“William! Don’t scare him like that!”

It was a familiar voice to Morgan, one he had heard a lot but not for a few years.

“Lawrence?” He called out while pulling the sword out of the figure’s grasp. That figure was another old friend, William, one of the few people he would expect to catch a sword slashing right at him.

There was a gurgled cry followed by more liquid spilling out on concrete, Morgan looked past Will and saw Lawrence digging a knife deep into a man’s throat who was fruitlessly waving a dagger at Lawrence’s chest.

“Who the fuck is that?” Morgan yelled to Lawrence.

“This spy was gonna do the same to you what I’m doing to him right now.”

Lawrence pulled the knife out of the man’s throat as his body went lifeless and limp. He let go of the corpse’s shirt and cleaned off his knife on the poor soul’s pants and slipped the knife back under his coat.

Most would assume Lawrence's as the epitome of a spy, if it weren’t for the armory of weapons he hid under his heavy coat and the scar that went up his left cheek halfway through his nose. William looked like an average socialite, possibly even a young professor Morgan would proctor for. However the half crescents that glittered in his eyes showed he wouldn’t be teaching a lesson on a chalkboard but one taught by combat. 

“Why didn’t you guys call or something?” Morgan asked, still reeling from the scare William had given him.

“Well, these geniuses have your house under surveillance. If they knew I was calling it would be too late to do anything to save you 3. They’ve been keeping an eye on us too but doing a bad job at it.”

“No kidding, who are these guys?”

“Not sure, I have some ideas but I’m not ready to point a finger and run off half cocked. We’ll need to get Jordan and Riley to safety first. Where are they?”

“Riley is still at home and Jordan is going to be heading home soon, on foot.” “Then they’ll try to jump her that way. Will would you-”

William had already scrambled down the platform and through the train lines.“Will’s on his way. We can go make sure Riley is safe so let’s go.” “Right. Riley is gonna be very excited to see both of you y'know. It’s been what? Two years since the crisis?”

[lmk-aus-galore]

Cinema Sins/Wins Rip off of Lego Monkie Kid

‘A hero is born’ part 2

Inspired by @satansaidmyturnintheh3llscape

Rules:

-I won’t be counting Animation Mistakes, because Idk how to do that, and I myself am a beginner animator (more like incredibly amateur, to the point I’m asking my sister for help) Unless of course the Animation is obviously and clearly having a mistake for me to watch. (Or it is said in the wiki) The other reason is because I don’t want to keep repeating a scene just to check for an animation mistake.

-I also won’t be counting flashbacks as ‘mistakes’ because most of them are based on bias.

-I’ll be formatting it like this

-Neutral

-Sin

-Win

-Most of this is Commentary, so there won’t be a last sentence nor win or sin counter.

-This is mostly for fun, no need to get offended.

Alright I’ll be placing the rules every single time, without further ado, let’s get into the episode.

———————————————————————————

-Intro

-._.

-Wukong spurts our magical fairy dust.

-Ah yes, let me just fly by while my former sworn brother destroys the entire city!

-Never really liked when they tried to mix the exaggerated expressions of anime into this form, but not gonna lie, it fits red son a bit…so I guess this counts as neutral.

-Again Season 1 has the most goofy artstyle.

-Welp…also does Pigsy have multiple delivery trucks then? What’s that truck used for if MK doesn’t use it?

-Accurate depiction on the fact that Flower Fruit Mountain is surrounded by an ocean, considering Wukong had to build a raft in order to leave it

-But somehow later in the series, there’s a path that leads to it.

-‘He’d destroying the Cheese T Stalls!’ ‘All the more reason to get this to Monkey King’ MK and Mei have priorities

-Also MK calling Monkey King, Monkey King despite the fact that he should know his name, given that it was Master Bodhi who gave it, symbolizing that MK sees Wukong as what he calls him

-I get why Pigsy is explaining this to Mei and MK, but I’m guessing the show had to work with season 1 on a whim since season 2 confirms that Tang and Sandy know each other.

-Sandy for the win

-‘How about that guy over there huh?’ ‘O-Oh! Yes!’ Again, this may be that the pilot was done BEFORE they decided that Tang and Sandy knew each other, but I’m gonna count it anyway

-Mei calls Pigsy, Piggy.

-‘OK’ no explanation, makes sense to me

-This show again reminds me that this is a Lego show

-‘I don’t go around pickin’ fights no more’ this kinda mirrors Sha Wujing a bit.

-Mo is a separate soul of Sandy I guarantee you

-Buy our toys

-What exactly was your plan there Red Son? There’s like 5 people in there, one’s buff, the other one clearly has battle experience, One will smack the shit out of him with no problem and the other has a magical staff. Poor General Ironclad would be dismantled in seconds.

-‘Oh don’t worry my sweet useless boy’ Family Issues at its finest, which is why I felt nothing for both Red Son’s parents-

-Can I just say how Season 1 Princess Iron Fan just…can’t keep a consistent face? Seriously they couldn’t decide what her face looks like.

-Butterfly Wukong

-Meme template

-You know, the amount of times the staff has hit MK in the face, I’m surprised he hasn’t gotten brain damage.

-YOU CAN SEE THAT FAR?! or is this a Season 4 thing?

-“By the gods of plot convenience!”

-Wukong sure had fun traveling to Master Bodhi with Flaming Mountains around him.

-‘Safest way’ Main character ‘dies’ 0.000001 seconds later

-Ok Pigsy I understand why you’re angry at Sandy, but Tang won’t last a day in the Flaming Mountains, much less 5 minutes, you’re gonna have to carry him if you wish for him to come.

-‘Oh you’re just a noodle boy playing and being a hero’ Part 1 of characters seeing grown adults as children (Pigsy doesn’t count cause this guy probably watched them grow)

-You know the fact that MK already knows how to use the staff reminds me of when Wukong first had the staff with no battle experience and was probably smacking the shit out of everyone

-Main character death? Well no obviously we’re still in the pilot.

-‘There was nothing we could do’ I kind of found it weird for Tang to say this-the timing is just off-

-Something I’ve always wondered about the dragons is that Ao Lie and Ao Guang’s dragon form look more physical (IE more like they’re actual dragons) than Mei’s spiritual looking dragon, Ao Guang’s dragon might have that spiritual thing but Mei’s is just all green.

-Frankenstein all over again.

-Monkeys immediately trying to murder MK is hilarious, especially if you consider that’s probably their job.

-Main character trauma

-Does every Monkey here just hate MK or are they just mood? Also meme template

-To this day MK still struggles to walk across the rock path.

-You know season 4 foreshadowing, MK opening the seal got me wondering a few things, specifically WHAT KIND OF SPECIFICATIONS DID YOU ADD WUKONG?!

-It’s actually fun seeing the Pilgrims’ beta designs, like they have better designs in the future ngl.

-‘Sun Wukong’ Seriously who the frick is saying this?!

-We still don’t have an explanation as to why MK has Gold Vision, Wukong had to burn in order to get that, why does MK have it?

-What the hell was in that mural of them

-See what I mean, Tripitaka’s crown cloth thing (Idk what that’s called) was more longer than that

-Still, love that Zhu Bajie and Sha Wukong’s designs were just adjusted.

-Also small detail, both Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing also have the fillet thingy

-When Wukong was guiding MK along, I legit thought that he was dead, because I hadn’t known about Journey to the West until somewhere around Season 2

-Also what was that vision? Like the rest seem more spiritual and this one guiding MK seemed more physical, what memory was that?

-‘Mr Tang was right, I really am delusional’ Bro you saw the Demon Bull King, FACE TO FACE, how are delusional?!

-MK kills Wukong, roll credits!

-Look, I love that Wukong is rolling into his transformations and stuff, but I’m wondering why he didn’t just turn back to his usual form, so I’m guessing he’s been playing shapeshifter to the point he sorta forgot his original form for a bit.

-Another thing is that even Wukong and MK have non-consistent faces!

-Wukong how dare you make the boi cry

-‘Oh shit I made the boi cry’

-‘I’ve been kinda watching you’ Why though? And for how long?

-‘What?’ Last flashback of him is a bird

-Wukong your Goku is showing

-MK just climbing on Wukong and him being unfazed just tells you his relationship with his monkey subjects

-*Screams in agonizing pain* Also- Tripitaka’s back to his present design.

-‘You fought demons and you didn’t die’ Wukong he almost did, and when you were fighting demons you were basically immortal by then

-‘Not just anyone can lift my staff’ Yeah it’s a 17,000 lbs pillar- You have to be crazy strong to lift that thing, which Means Red Son, DBK and PIF don’t have the strength of a god.

-THAT IS ONE BIG ASS CHIP!

-‘You can handle it! Consider it a trial’ One bold trial that is Wukong, then again you did fight the Demon King of Havoc (Is that right?)

-Also Wukong’s cloud looks different

-You know despite how Wukong teaches, he seems to genuinely care about MK, I just feel like he’s also pushing him away at times because he knows he’ll get too attached

-Buy Our Toys.

-‘It’s for ages 8 and up’ This show is really reminding me that this is Lego- but in the logical sense is 8 and up supposed to be cat years Sandy?

-To think all these Bull Clones and DBK have the same VA, props to him

-It’s a barrel roll!

-Tang knows how to fight I swear, but only for self-defense purposes

-The audio when MK brutally smacks Red Son around sounds so muted, like, there’s barely any SFX and it sounds so lonely

-Mei’s face also is inconsistent

-Tang please he’s a demon, he’s not dead, but I kinda understand why you’re poking him like that.

-I never realized but HOLY SHIT DBK IS HUUUUUUGE!

-Sandy and Red Son better work together at least for one episode, since they both give complex transformations for their vehicles.

-HAHAAHAAH- THE MOTORBIKE HAS AN ANTI-DBK SYMBOL-

-Again the Voice acting sounds like it was recorded and they just ignored everything else

-Sooo, when are we ever gonna use the Gold Vision like that again?

-Notice how DBK gains a wave of power from his expression after absorbing MK.

-MK is reborn, like most Monkey King adaptation titles.

-Sun Wukong traumatizes his friends part 1

-Love MK, MK for the win

-Again this fight scene is amazing

-Love how the writers made it so he tried doing it like Wukong, it didn’t work, so he uses something of his own from a video game, showing that while he is Wukong’s successor they are different people

-Ok both Wukong and MK must be crazy strong, but dare I say, possibly MK could be stronger than Wukong?

-‘You can’t just run away when I’m right about to win!’ So…what was he gonna do with DBK? Kill him?

-Love this ending, overall this episode was great to be continued in Bad Weather.

[lgcjisoo]

XANDER: OFF THE RUNWAY ⇀ EPISODE 010

jisoo has zero artistic bones in his body, he is pretty sure. any time his elementary classes entertained art projects, he recalled being awful and always being out of the lines. and it never ended up being an elective he took in his high school years, so he opted out. so why was he doing this now? he genuinely thought it would be a fun and relaxing time for him  and his cousin, who he was told he actually could have on the show this time around even though she was only a trainee! so when that opportunity came up, he had to grasp at it in case it was taken away next time.

“hi everyone! we’re at an art studio. you will see that there’s quite a few other people here too, and also we will have a special guest too,” jisoo stage whispers to the camera crew. he hoped that the other patrons wouldn’t feel awkward or intruded in by the camera’s presence, but he did get permission from the instructor and they would try their best not to get the other’s into the footage. “i’m going to give my hand at being picasso. or van gogh. i don’t know what i am referring to, honestly. you’ll see that when we start.”

“i haven’t used acrylic paint much but that is what we’re using today. water painting might take too long to dry down and might be more long term, so that is what we are doing today! have you tried art classes before as an adult?” the model stalls in his intro as this is the time for @lgchyunhee to come in and introduce herself in frame. 

[sharpen-jadescythe]

Sharpen Glitter Hashira Performance, Firefest

Here is my Demon Slayer parody performance from Fire Fest, in case you missed it!

MC: For our next performance… We last left our hunter Sharpen Jadescythe in the flashiest place on Azeroth, slaying monsters. Welcome to the Entertainment District arc, Episode 3: Fire Fest!

[Play music, demon slayer intro:

/e | The intro song blasts! Pink spellfire blazes all around the stage suddenly! Magical projections of heroes in Tarts tabards working hard to sell popsicles, racing along the rooftops to throw glitter on the crowd, and one guy dipping someone in a showy romantic kiss at the kissing booth, all these heroic Tarts flash by!

[Run out]

/dance

/say “Ta ga sode ni saku genka

Tada soko ni ai wo otoshita. Hade ni iro wo tokasu yo ni Ginshu no tsuki wo soete…”

/e | The exciting song goes on, saying the hero cuts the wind as he rolls, growing stronger with each stumble! If he won’t be chosen, then it is time to choose! Sharpen slashes with his weapons…

/roar

/dance

/yell “Koe yo todoroke yoru no sono mukou e. Namida de nijindeta anna ni tooku no keshiki made hibikiwatare. Nani wo kanadete? Dare ni todoketakute?”

/say “It’s okay if it remains uncertain. No matter how dark the feeling. No matter how long the struggle. Scatter as a song, reverberation!” *Sharpen sings.*

/e kneels, exhausted. The ground around him and his clothes are scorched. He hangs his head low. He is dressed in a FLASHY headdress with a black and white uniform, the sleeves ripped off. Large golden torcs protect his biceps. 

/kneel

/say “We Tarts work hard, but hey! This is Azeroth, and villains are all over the place! Tonight, I’m working security.” *Sharpen turns around and points to the giant words EAT GLITTER printed on the back of his shirt.*

[Stand, turn back to audience]

[Take off weapon]

X

Z

/say “I am so fly, so flashy... Tonight, I am the glitter hashira.”

[Face audience]

/cheer

/flex

[Use pearl toy]

/say “How many monsters must I slay hiding here in the flashiest place ever? But this event… is worth protecting. Gods, I love Fire Fest! I hope you guys were having fun all while I was secretly keeping you safe.”

/e turns as a new enemy approaches now in the distance. His long, sensitive Night Elf ears can hear every move the enemy makes.

[Summon pet, Go To put pet opposite on stage, back up to make room]

[Face pet, target pet]

/gasp

/say “Wait, did you guys hear that over the amazingly flamboyant merchants and fireworks here tonight? A unique sound my Night Elf ears can pick up. That means danger!”

/point

/e turns around suddenly, and raises his weapon.

Z

[Walk toward pet a few steps]

/say “I can hear you, foul creature, with such an unflashy approach. Someone with as flamboyant hearing as me could never miss it. Come on out and face me!”

[Go To make pet come forward a few steps]

/e struts toward the sound of monstrous paws coming near. “Don’t worry, everyone! I will handle this the Fire Fest way, with lots of style! I will… entertain you!”

/dance

/cheer

[Play second song, loop:

/e | A fiery felhound appears, flanked by a gang of nasty, snarling monsters. But Sharpen is determined to stay calm. It opens its jowls and lets loose a blazing fel green inferno.

[Use turnip, target it. Have pet attack it]

/e smoothes down his fly, flashy hair, then rushes in. He slashes down the monsters left and right. He takes heads just as the song cries out. But the core hound is still loose!

/say “How unflashy! Get away from that leather goods stall! Those glittering chaps aren’t for you!” 

/e throws his chain so it catches, then hauls on it. He is able to throw himself onto the burning leather goods stand where the creature is feasting on the flashiest leather wear that Fire Fest has to offer!

[Summon Alvin the anvil pet]

[Use chain pet leash]

[Target turnip]

/say “I love buying leather chaps from that stand every year, don’t you dare!” *He slices around with his double blade, frightening the deranged beast.* “Jade form three, scythe wheel!”

[Dancing shoes, dance]

/e | But just as Sharpen saves the burning leather goods stand, the fiery monster blazes a trail down to the murloc booth! Even that goes ablaze!

/say “That’s the flashiest, cutest booth of them all! How DARE you!” *Sharpen trudges there next, swinging his double blade in wide arcs to clear the flames and smoke.* “Jade form one, clear gaze!”

[Stop dancing]

[Use Champion salute]

/e growls as the monster dog catches his weapon in its teeth. He grabs the shaft and tries to tug the creature out from beneath the huge pile of colorful murloc stuffies, now catching on fire. The conflagration erupts! 

[Go To, move pet in all the way close]

/say “Argh! This is a nightmare!!”

/e wins the tug of war and shoves the beast off. But it bowls past him, knocking him flat.

[Feign death]

/say “Ahh!! Not the precious popsicle stand!! Those are so vulnerable to the flame! We worked so hard on the flavors, too! I even have one named after me. Savage! This calls for my strongest attack, yet!” *Sharpen angrily rips his shirt.* “Himbo form five, shirtless wonder!! Waauggh!!”

[Take off shirt, hop up]

[Use critter bag vacuum toy, back up slowly]

/e manages to rush in, shirtless, and intercept just in time to save the booth, but not the popsicles. Oh no!

/point

/say “That… that monster. It killed my friends. Well, my friends’ popsicles, that is. Aw, they’re all melted…”

/cry

/beg

/e | Seeing as how the sticky popsicle juice is all over his dark pants, Sharpen smirks and decides it’s a great opportunity to rip his pants to shreds, too. “It’s getting hot!”

/kneel

[Put on loincloth]

/e | The beast roars back in snarling laughter. In fact, it begins to grow in size, taking up most of the stage. It’s growing in power after consuming so many spectacular Fire Fest merchant booths! Now it sets its flaming eyes on what it has really wanted all along, to ruin the Fire Fest stage itself, before an audience! (Maybe you already feel this way about the Kaldorei hopping around in Tengen Uzui cosplay but oh well!)

[Cast Beastial wrath]

/say “Alright. I am too fly and flashy for this. I’ve had… enough.” Sharpen throws his weapon aside and bows his head in concentration. “I will put a final end to this, with my most powerful form. Tart form ten, glitter from hell!!!” *He smoothes more glitter all over his body.*

/kneel

[Put on more glitter]

/say “Starting now, things are about to get reaaal flashy.”

/e | From the bottom to the top, Sharpen slashes with his bare hands faster than anything, cutting through flame and smoke. He rolls to the other end of the stage.

/dance

[Run to other side of stage]

/rude

[Respec to survival, do showy moves]

[Run over and jump.]

[Dismiss pet]

[Mount corehound]

/say “Aha! You can’t kill me, I’m too pretty!” *Sharpen leaps right onto the corehound’s fiery back to wrestle the beast. He grunts and gives a manly roar as blast waves of flame buffet the whole stage.*

[Jump to do mountspecial x3, turn]

/e is covered in glistening sweat and glitter from head to toe. Our beloved glitter hashira was exhausted when he started this fight. Can he really see it through?

/roar

/e gives a flashy yell and squeezes with his strong thighs to pin the sides of the raging beast. Then, he whips his chain around its blazing chest. He pulls hard with both hands, using this makeshift yoke to harness it. 

/say “Easy, girl! There is a better use for your fiery rage, I’ll show you. Glitter blast!”

[Run forward, close to audience]

/e | At the final moment, when it seems all is lost and the monstrous fiery beast is bearing down on the audience, Sharpen gives a command and it belches a dazzling spray of glitter, not fire, out into the crowd. Is the corehound grinning with those fangs? The rainbow of sparkles is so gloriously… flashy.

[Put glitter on audience]

[Spec beastmastery]

[Put axe weapon back]

[Call pet]

/e whistles and what has clearly always been tamed corehound bows its head and lets him gently down off her back. He pats the beast’s sides.

[Use rainbow toy, hop around, run]

/say “Aww, what a cutie! Let’s give it up for Patricia! Thank you, thank you! Stay flashy, everyone!”

/e jogs over to take up his weapon, bows very hashira-like, slips his uniform shirt back on, and struts off stage with his pet corehound. The words EAT GLITTER are the last thing you see on the back of his shirt as he slips away.

/bow

[Put shirt on]

[Walk away]

[cattatonically]

P.S. I Spook You - S.E. Harmon (The Spectral Files, book 1)

Synopsis

SSA Rain Christiansen used to be the agency’s golden boy. It just takes one moment of weakness, one slight, tiny, itty-bitty paranormal sighting, and all of a sudden he’s the agency’s embarrassment. His boss gives him one last chance to redeem himself—go down to Brickell Bay, play nice with the local police, and leave the ghost sightings behind. Rain is determined to do exactly that, even if it kills him.

Cold-case detective Daniel McKenna’s latest investigation is going nowhere fast. Five years earlier, high school student Amy Greene went missing after leaving her part-time job and was never seen again. Daniel is glad to finally have the FBI help that his department requested, even if it does come in the form of his ex.

It doesn’t help that Rain is pretty sure he’s falling in love with Danny all over again—if he ever stopped. Add to that the frustration of seeing ghosts at every turn while he works a case that’s stalled in its tracks, and Rain is starting to wonder if second chances and happy endings are just for fairy tales.

My Thoughts Rain Christiansen is an FBI profiler who can see ghosts. He really, really doesn’t want to be able to see ghosts. But the ghosts seem to have chosen him, much to his frustration.

With his career a mess, Rain heads back to his hometown for a case – and to prove to his boss that he’s fit for active duty. But his hometown holds a challenge of its own in the form of his cold case detective ex-boyfriend, Danny McKenna.

The sparks between the two fly from the start, despite some awkward tension and a shit load of baggage they’re both carrying with them. Communication isn’t exactly their strong suit. They’ve both build walls around themselves – and their hearts – that’s made honesty, trust, and communication stiffled and difficult. And the years of separation since their breakup hasn’t helped.

But Rain needs support. He needs to solve this case, and prove he has a handle on himself – the ghosts be damned.

But the ghosts have other ideas. They won’t stay silent. They see Rain for what he is – a medium – and they want his help. And they’re going to get it in any way they can.

It takes time for Rain to come to terms with his ability. Time, and a few incidents that are very difficult to explain to others. But once Rain sets his mind to something, he’s determined to accomplish his goals. That includes helping the ghosts who won’t leave him alone, and getting back together with Danny.

As an intro to a series, this one ticked all my boxes. We had some romance, a lot of sass, some mystery, and some very persistent ghosts. I’m still not quite sold on Danny and Rain being a solid couple. But I suppose we’ll see how the rest of the series plays out.

[thenixkat]

5 Million Ways To Kill A C.E.O. by The Coup

Lyrics:

[Intro: Scratches] Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo! Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo!

[Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 1: Boots Riley] Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin' On the turf debatin' how to get it percolatin' He workin' you while we happy just to work a day But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin' (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Do your checks have elasticity? Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity? Did you scream and yell explicitly? Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil Rollin' dope fiend rentals through your residential Broke as fuck, eatin' lentils with no utensil Finna teach pimp class with a ho credential (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They own sweat shops, pet cops, and fields of cola Murder babies with they molars on the areola Control the Pope, Dalai Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah Bump this rollin' in your bucket or your new Corolla Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out Yellin', "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!" Wanna know what this demeanor's 'bout? City tried to clean us out Green is clout, shut 'em down, they ain't never seen a drought You interviewed but they ain't callin' you back And for the record I ain't called it a gat But tuck this in the small of your back Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) [Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 2: Boots Riley] 'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper If you a janitor, get a street sweeper Ugly is even skin deeper If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They made the murder scene before there was a coroner I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid Flip off the lid, who you pourin fo'? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller (uh) "Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla Factory in Mexico, bought a spring villa I'm from the land where the Panthers grew You know the city and the avenue If you the boss we'll be smabbin' through, and we'll be grabbin' you To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the

[Chorus: Boots Riley] We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 3: Boots Riley] Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution When he show up at the stroll, give him lead restitution You could throw a twenty in a vat o' hot oil When he jump in after it watch him boil (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in If you can find he can swim Put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend Videotape and the party don't end (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Tell that boogers be sellin' like crack He gon' put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Make sure you ain't got no priors Don't tell 'em that we conspired We could let him try to change a flat tire Or we could all at once retire (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) There are just a few of the

[Chorus: Boots Riley] 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Outro: Boots Riley] Bay Area, get ready to brawl Bay Area, are you ready to brawl? L.A., get ready to brawl L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Chi-town, get ready to brawl Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Atlanta, are you ready to brawl? Atlanta, you ready to brawl? Houston, get ready to brawl Houston, get ready to brawl (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) New York, are you ready brawl? New York, are you ready to brawl? London, get ready to brawl London, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Capetown, get ready to brawl Capetown, are you ready to brawl? Tokyo, get ready to brawl Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah The Coup (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Boots Riley, Pam the Funkstress It's really goin' down (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin' The Coup You know, sum'n, sum'n (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)