#I'm going to beat up cyrus

[katslitterbox]

Blue why did you do this to me

The bad ending omg nooooOoOOOOOOOOOOO

[earl-grey-crow]

okay lads what did we think of that

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Beyond The Bat

(Neglected reader x Yandere batfam)

Chapter 1: In The Shadows

TW!!! Cursing !!Dark AU!!

Living in the Wayne manor isn't the sweet luxurious dream you'd think it'd be, reality is in fact much crueler. For as long as I could remember I had lived in this dreary mansion, but lived isn't the word I'd use. I was more trapped here if anything. My "family", if I could even call them that, are well respected people. They're highly skilled and talented people, someone like me could only dream to be like them. I tried so hard to get close to them, I really did try, but no matter what I did nothing worked. I did everything, gymnastics, martial arts, theater, art, music, coding, dance, volleyball, cheerleading, heck I was even in the honors society. Despite being an A+ student and a role model in high society they never once went to any of my recitals, games, or showcases. I went to galas all alone, I had to deal with the sneering faces and snide remarks of high class men and woman alone since I was 8. Not very safe for a child huh? I didn't think so either but my "father" doesn't seem to care.

Nevertheless, I have no choice in this matter and it's not like life here is unbearable. Sure I get beatings and tongue lashings every now and then, but for the most part everyone in the manor tends to forget me eventually and leave me alone. It's pretty isolating but I got used to it, after all I have duties to perform. I have my job as Student council president and I don't intend to slack off. I got that job with my own blood sweat and tears and I will not let all those sleepless nights go to waste. I don't have time to wallow in self pity I have countless of students looking up to me and counting on me to do my job.

"Young master, are you okay? You seem to be staring off into space."

I looked up to our old butler, his face jaded and littered with wrinkles that seemed to contort pathetically in worry. I knew better than to accept his pity. He seems to be a wise gentle man on the outside with his elegant wardrobe, worn old body, and soft spoken demeanor, but do not be fooled. In truth, Alfred Pennyworth was a foolish coward. This was the same man who abandoned his own daughter just like my idiot of a father. I gave him a chance, but nothing's been the same since the day he accidentally called me Julia. I was nothing but a stand in for him, someone to relieve his guilt with.

"I'm fine. Don't you have something better to do? I'm sure Bruce has some kind of task for you, no need to bother yourself with my problems"

"...Very well then...Take care of yourself young master."

He clearly had something more to say but he decided to do nothing and walk away. Like I said he's a coward. Still I'm not new to disappointment, whether it's the disappointment of missed birthdays or the way they all see me as the disappointment, it's nothing I haven't experienced before. I quickly packed up my things and headed to school. Sure riding to school on an old worn out bike isn't exactly ideal, but I have to deal with what I have. Although, I do have to take some back alleys to school since I don't want anyone seeing and starting a scandal. I can already see the blaring headlines, "Daughter of Gotham's richest man caught riding to school on a beat up bicycle!". What a bunch of nosy bastards.

"Good mornin' (Y/N)!"

I turned to face the sunny senior calling my name, his unadulterated joy making him stand out in the crowd of groggy gothamites.

"Good morning Cyrus."

My crisp responses never seems to deter the boy as he continues to walk beside me chattering endlessly.

"(Y/N) I got things you asked! It's super cool what you're doing for the school, I'm so happy I get to be apart of it! If you ever need help with anything please do ask me!"

I sighed, his joyful energy was contagious. I couldn't help but crack a smile. Though it quickly disappeared as I regained my composure, but obviously not fast enough since Cyrus' joy seems to only be growing.

"Ahhhhh (Y/N) just smiled! I made the student president smile! I'm so sigma"

Here he goes again with those weird words and that cocky grin. I sighed once again, I'm too tired for this.

"Yes thank you Cyrus get to class now, I'll pick up the things I asked for after school."

"Yes ma'am!"

I watched as he playfully saluted and ran to class almost bumping into several people along the way. I facepalmed, he was such a handful but strangely I don't really mind. It's probably the lack of sleep I'll make sure to go to bed early today, for now I have to get to class myself.

Author's note: Omg chapter one is finally out! This took me a lot longer than expected but I hope it's good I went through a tiny writer's block😅. I hope you guys like Cyrus I tried to make him a silly and sunny character but trust me he'll have lore and be a much deeper character. I also tried making (Y/N)'s backstory pretty vague since they're the narrator and I figured they wouldn't like talking about it, but their lore will be revealed more throughout future chapters. Anyways as always thank you all for reading and have a good day/night!

Credits to khaer for the dividers

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[simonisferal]

not you again. "scaramouche x male reader"

YOU were the smart kid in high school till he came along and ruined it. Now that he got you shipped away to your grandmother's, you're out for revenge. To beat him is your greatest wish but would that change now when he's your seatmate, partner. and roommate? Oh for fuc—

warnings: physical violence/fighting, the occasional underage drinking, heavily sexual themes and intercourse + some kinky shit (honestly, who knows), scaramouche is scaramouche 🤦‍♂️, exes to academic rivals to lovers, vulgar language, angsty(mentions of SH, suicidal thought, OD/ED), slow updates, homophobia (sort of), i know nothing about law so don't come at me, slow burn, and i think that's it!

written pieces will marked with 📖

pheonix wrights — miles edgeworths

ᴥ season one — glow up, dick up

episode one — who the hell are you and why is your bitchass tryna fight me?

episode two — a man can't punch another man without it seeming homosexual nowadays, can he? 📖

episode three — if im sent away, im taking my dignity with me / fuck you

episode four — yes grandma, i'll rub your bare feet. just don't call grandpa over to tell his war stories again... 📖

episode five — i wonder how much he's suffering right now

episode six — in my slut era!! (i stay home with grams and gramps watching family fued)

episode seven — you'd think being the new kid is shit but it's actually worse since i'm hot

episode eight — who is juicytoot124 and why are they liking my tweets??

episode nine — fuck the school, fuck the students, and fuck the chairs too / who is he talking to

episode ten — this is NOT the USA miley cyrus was partying in 📖

episode eleven — holy shit, he has a sister? or is that his girlfriend..? 📖

episode twelve — kaeya, pass me the bottle; i’m getting wasted tonight

episode thirteen — holy shit. am i hallucinating or do i see a bobble-headed bitch coming my way? 📖

episode fourteen — it might be the paranoia coming in but i hear cops 📖

episode fifteen — how's my day? oh i was hiding in a fucking closet with my ex boyfriend from the police because of someone decided to steal alcohol. i wonder who.

episode sixteen — so i can't be a whore but my enemy can fuck around with his ex? not cool.

episode seventeen — wait, summer's over? i was just getting ready to rot in bed!

episode eighteen — basically what i'm hearing is that i'm a god and everyone loves me! /sarcastic

episode nineteen — yeah, so, what i just said previously was a fucking lie. 📖

episode twenty — ah shit, here we go again. 📖

ᴥ season two — and they were roommates?

episode twenty one — my clear conscience can't take this anymore; time to escape prison!

episode twenty two — everything i say was a joke unless you're into it, then it's not 📖

episode twenty three — first day of hell

episode twenty four — am i interfering someone's love triangle??

status: ongoing

started: 04/13/24

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(@simonisferal 2024)

[ccycloneblogging]

Chapter 4 Doctor Doodles

There aren't as many for the Toon Doctor yet, since I'm still figuring out how I want to handle him for my AU.

So! Please keep in mind there there are spoilers under the cut for Chapter 4, as well as unfinished ideas. There's also a mild warning for blood - but yeah.

Placed under a read more.

Context, this was a joke - but I love how offended Cyrus (Toon DogDay) looked.

Continuing off that previous joke - as me and my friends were watching Chapter 4... Germ sounds pretty close to Jer. So we joked it'd be hilarious if they were bitter ex's. I'm not exactly going down that route, but it was funny. Bonus Cyrus being upset that Jer had someone before the person Jer ended up marrying.

Context - Toon Doc wasn't expecting Cyrus to be alive. And keep in mind - despite the goofy expressions and his pacifist behavior... Cyrus is incredibly deadly. A successful experiment.

Context: Mandatory 10 minute Breaks are enforced at the PlayTime Co - Animation Wing.

Context:

I am changing Toon Doc's death. Though they will need to weaken him by going to different sections, what does it is him taunting Jer about her husband. The one she wanted to save during the Hour of Joy, but couldn't get to. She snaps, and she beats him into the ground. Striking him over, and over again. Ripping out any organic scraps still inside him, until he stops moving.

Cyrus helps snap her out of it.

[lovelytsunoda]

give yourself goosebumps | jack doohan

summary: a series of break-ins in town has the local pd on high alert. home alone nearing the devil's night, yn seeks comfort in the beat cop who shows up to warn her

pairing: beat cop!jack doohan x female! reader

warnings: 18+ content, my weak attempt at kinktober because i am a whore for men in uniform (usually firefighters lmao) i think because of the idea that they have protective instincts and this is reason 1,638 why I should stop watching cop shows. sex over a kitchen counter, officer used in a sexual context i should go have a shower in holy water because this is way spicier (dirty talk wise anyways...actually now, it's just plain dirtier and i'm going to hell) than anything else i think i've ever written...which brings mje to the next warning: beat cop!jack has a dirty fucking mouth and a breeding kink (this is the biggest warnings section i have ever written)

he knew she was home before he even knocked on the door. he could see the glare of the tv, playing whatever the latest netflix hit series was, her messy bun visible over the back of the couch.

“hello, officer.”

where she opened the door, she was wearing nothing but a skimpy silk pajama set, the shorts so small they could barely be considered as such.

“good evening, miss. I’m officer doohan, broadbeach police department.” he tucked his hands underneath his kevlar vest, feeling his throat go dry as he looked at her. “are you aware that there’s been a series of break ins in this neighborhood over the last few days?”

she nodded meekly, leaning against the doorframe, her nipples pebbling underneath her silken top as a breeze rushed past the open door.

“yeah, I’ve heard. do you wanna come in?”

he shouldn’t.

he really shouldn’t.

but he did it anyways, stepping through the threshold and allowing her to close the door behind him.

“is it just you in the house?”

she nodded. “my roommate is out with her boyfriend. they both live here but they’ve gone to visit her family in the outback.”

jack frowned, leaning against the kitchen counter, fingers through his belt loops. “a pretty little thing like yourself shouldn’t be here all alone. especially not so close to devils night.”

“isn’t it funny how people are more worried about the day before halloween than the holiday itself?” she laughed lowly, stepping closer to jack.

her arms were crossed against her chest in an attempt hide how hard her nipples were, but all it did was make her cleavage look bigger. he gulped, shifting his stance to hide the growing bulge in his uniform trousers.

“statistically, it is a bad night for misdemeanours and violent crime.”

“then maybe you should stay here and protect me, officer.” she pleaded innocently, running her hands over his vest.

there was something about the way she said it, the use of his title in that tone of voice that wrought a low growl from the back of his throat.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, ma’am.” he said lowly, his hands moving to her waist to grip her gently. “because once I get started, there’s no stopping.”

she didn’t answer him, instead choosing to press her body up against his, hands searching for the buckles on his vest, lips finding his.

once they kissed, it was like a dam gave way inside him. he gripped her ass tightly, teeth nipping at her bottom lip as he devoured her lips. they tasted like strawberry when he ran his tongue over her rapidly swelling lips.

his kiss was intoxicating, his touch like a drug. she was overcome with the urge to rip that kevlar vest off him. or to let him fuck her brains out while he was wearing it.

jack helped her out, unbuckling the vest before pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the ground, the hand radio clipped to his lapel clattering against the kitchen tile. he spun her body around, caging her up against the cold countertop. she hiked her bare leg over his hip, letting out a soft whine as the cold of the handcuffs secured against his belt brushed against her warm flesh.

grinding against her warm heat, jack moved to kiss down her neck. they were open-mouthed, sloppy kisses, and he was leaving more than one hickey in his wake. her fingers wound through his hair, tugging gently. he moaned against her neck, bucking his clothed cock against her warm heat.

"oh, officer." she whined, throwing her head back

"that's right, baby," jack hummed. "i'm right here. gonna keep you nice and safe and satiated."

he nuzzled further into her neck, hands coming up to massage her perky boobs underneath her top, tugging and teasing at her nipples and enjoying every little whine and moan that comes from her throat. there was a dark spot forming on the crotch of his trousers, and he had a feeling that if he were to undo his service belt, there would be slick all over the plastic belt buckle.

any self control that might have remained in his body was gone the second that she reached for his wrist and tucked his strong hand down the waistband of her shorts.

"holy fuck, you're so wet." he exhaled. "does the uniform make you hot, baby?"

"yes." she breathed, nerves on fire as jack's fingers circled her opening. "touch me, officer doohan."

and how could jack say no? he was vaguely aware of to crackling of his radio in the background, other officers checking in as he was knuckle-deep in a pretty girl.

she moaned as his cold fingers entered her, flexing and brushing against her walls, fingering her underneath her silk shorts. a flush was rising on her skin, the shoulder straps of her skimpy shirt falling down, down, down until her tits were half exposed.

"that's it, sweet thing, taking my fingers like such a good fucking girl. letting me stretch you out for my hard cock." he could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers, clamping down hard before he had to bite his lip and withdraw his fingers.

"what did you do that for?"

"because i want to feel you come around my dick. turn around baby, shorts on the floor. let officer doohan take care of you."

he reached to take off his belt, eyes rolling back when he realized that his belt buckle was just covered in her juices.

she was going to be the death of him, if he didn't lose his job first. and he still didn't really catch her name, now that he thought about it. he dropped his service belt to the floor, starting to undo the black uniform shirt, revealing a tanned (and toned) chest underneath.

she glanced at him hungrily, snapping the elastic band that pinned her hair to the top of her head, letting it fall in waves cascading over her shoulders. she shook it out seductively before turning around and sliding the baby pink silk shorts down her legs. she leaned over the counter, gently swaying her hips from side to side, eyes cast back to watch jack's every movement. he was dreadfully hard, his dick straining against its fabric prison.

he withdrew his throbbing cock, resting the heavy head against her ass as he leaned over to kiss her shoulder blades.

"tell me you want it, baby girl." he whispered, voice low and husky against her ear. "all you gotta do is ask, and i'll give it to you."

"please, officer. i need it." her voice was almost as strong as her grip when she reached back for his hand. "i need your cock."

he couldn't deny her, sliding home inside her dripping pussy with one single push. his eyes rolled back, and he had to start reciting formula one statistics to stop himself from coming instantly as her walls wrapped around him.

"sweet jesus, princess." he moaned, tentatively thrusting into her. "you're so fucking wet."

"all for you, baby." she moaned, tits pressed up against the cold countertop, hair thrown over one side of her scalp. "fuck, i feel so full. i need more."

jack paused his leisurely thrusts, smacking her on the ass once. "how do we ask for it, baby? use your words for me, love."

"faster, officer. fuck me faster." she moaned, bucking her hips backwards to grind against his pelvis. his uniform shirt hung opened from his frame, trousers down around his ankles with a stain that probably wasn't going to come out.

he was so going to get fired for this, and yet he couldn't seem to care.

he picked up the pace, heavy balls smacking against her ass as he thrust in and out at a rapid pace, almost withdrawing fully before pushing himself back in again. she moaned loudly, writhing against the counter as she pressed up on her forearms, back arched as she attempted to alter the angle ever so slightly.

"you're doing so good for me, pretty girl. taking my cock so well. such a good girl for me." he grunted, smacking her ass again

"oh, fuck!" she moaned, bucking her hips back against his. "please don't stop."

she was holding herself up with one hand now, the other slipping underneath her shirt to massage her aching breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers as jack continued to pound into her.

"look at you, pretty girl. inviting a handsome police officer into your house so he could fuck you from behind in the kitchen. i bet you've fantasized about this, haven't you?"

she nodded, unable to form words as jack's hands traveled over her body, up her back and back down to her ass, squeezing and kneading as he went before his hand dipped down to rub her clit.

she cried out in pleasure, hand falling from her tit as she braced herself against the counter, pushing back against his cock. she could feel herself start to contract around him, breath hitching and back arching as she let her tits hang freely out of her pajama top.

"you gonna come, baby?" jack asked, using his free hand to try and gently push her face towards him. "you let go whenever you need to, you don't need my permission."

"please, officer. please." she repeated it like a prayer, a sound that jack wanted to hear on repeat (and he knew he would hear in his head all week, for every waking hour. he already knew he'd be jerking off in a cold shower to the memory of the young woman in front of him.) "make me come, officer. please, i need it."

"fuck, baby." jack whined, struggling to keep his composure. "come on, give it to me. soak my fucking cock, sweet girl."

she felt the coil in her stomach snap, her walls clamping down on jack's cock as she arched her back, coming with a guttural moan. she came with such force that it brought tears to her eyes, legs threatening to buckle.

jack kept going, feeling his own thrusts beginning to falter, and hew knew he had to ask the pertinent question, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to spill every last drop inside her.

"where do you want me to finish, baby girl?"

"inside." she moaned, head resting on the counter as she used both hands to palm her tits. she was hazy from the over stimulation, positively drunk on the man behind her. "i'm on the pill, don't worry about it."

jack moaned, eyes rolling back. "fucking shit, baby. that's what you want? you want your policeman to pump you full of his cum? you want to feel me even after i'm gone?"

"yes! god, yes."

his dick twitched, and his knees threatened to give out as he started to spill, unable to hold back his animalistic cry as he reached for the countertop to hold himself up. he tried to keep thrusting through it, but when her walls clamped down on him again, he almost lost it, practically whimpering as he draped his sweaty body over hers, spilling the remainder of his seed inside her as she came a second time.

he detached from her carefully, slipping out as gently as he could to avoid over stimulating her. she clenched her thighs together, now sticky from the remainder of her arousal, and the other fluids threatening to leak out of her.

"do you want a towel or anything?" jack asked shakily. his hands were shaking as he did his pants back up, and his vision was spotty from how hard he had come.

she nodded, attempting to fix her shirt before reaching for an empty glass of water. "bathroom is down the hall and to left. linen closet is the door next to it. if you don't mind, my bathrobe is hanging up on the other side of the door. it's the fuzzy white one."

jack set off, walking like a baby deer until he made it out of the kitchen. he didn't even want to think about checking the time. who knew how many houses he had fallen behind?

he came back with a warm towel and her bathrobe, gingerly drying her off before she slipped back into her ruined silk shorts, pulling the robe tightly around her body.

"you've probably got work to do," she said, watching with something akin to disappointment as jack did up his shirt and slipped his service belt back on. "i shouldn't keep you." she reached for a pad of sticky notes underneath the house's landline, scribbling something down. "this may be presumptuous of me, but you seem really sweet. i'd like to give you my number. i mean, you already know where i live." she flushed, avoiding eye contact. "maybe you want to get dinner sometime?"

clipping his vest back into place, he took yn into his arms, kissing her forehead gently. "i would love that."

"good." she smiled, passing him the neon pink sticky note before pressing up to her tiptoes and whispering in his ear. "and maybe next time i'll let you play with my ass since you seem to like touching it so much."

yep. this woman was going to be the death of him.

[romanstheory]

Midnight Flowers a Damian Priest One Shot

Warnings: language, smut, public sex, drinking

Word count: 1,630

Inspired By: Midnight Sky & Flowers by Miley Cyrus

The music in this club vibrates through me, I can feel it in my bones. The intoxicating boom on the base through this place always leaves me wanting more. My skin tight black dress leaves very little to the imagination as my hips sway to the beat of the music. Eyes closed, head back, enchanted. I've been single now for a month, and damn it's been the best month of my life. No begging for attention, no worrying about if he's sleeping around, no crying myself to sleep. I broke things off with Luis... Damian last time he was home from being on the road a month ago. I spent 4 years shackled to him just trying to hold on to see if it would get better.

Stupid is what I was because it never did get any better. The beginning was like magic, something you read about in a book but then he got a push from WWE and it felt like he himself had changed. He had tunnel vision on what he wanted and I became an afterthought. But none of that matters anymore, i can be free by myself. No him, no WWE, no crying myself to sleep or wondering if I'm enough. Because I am more than enough, I always was. I buy myself the flowers he wouldn't, take myself on the dates he thought were stupid, watch the shows he ignored.

He was the perfect partner until he.... Wasn't and I realized that I deserved more, I DESERVE more. So I ended it and I walked away before he could respond or I could take back what I had just done. I walked away and I never looked back. I cried myself to sleep that night, my body ached in every way possible, my heart shattered. "It's for your own good" I told myself over and over again until I believed it. Now I believe it as I dance in this club freely belonging to no one. The song switches which is the only reason I break from the trance the music hold over me. Slowly I open my eyes before going to the bar for one more drink. "I'll take a lemon drop and my tab!" I say sweetly to the bartender, he gives me a nod in return.

I hear people around me gasping and talking amongst each other, but I choose to scroll on my phone and sip my sweetly bitter drink. Someone sits next to me, again I choose to ignore it, probably just a sloppy drunk man ready to shoot his shot. Though I wouldn't blame him I am painfully uninterested in entertaining anyone tonight least of all a sloppy drunk man I'll have to baby and care for. "I'll just take whatever beer you have on draft" A deep voice rumbles next to me. Is it... no, it couldn't be right? It's been a month since I've seen him, surely this isn't a random pit stop. "You look good" The voice rumbles again. I peek out of the corner of my eye, refusing to face him, and of course there he is in all of his asshole glory.... Damian Priest.

"I know" I reply cooly before taking a big sip of my drink. He chuckles before shaking his head "Nice to see you too". I roll my eyes before gulping down the rest of my drink, I'm about to need it. "You never told me why you broke up with me" Damian says before drinking deeply from his glass "You just kind of dipped out". Anger burns deep within me before my head finally snaps over to him. Beautiful, he's so fucking beautiful I hate it. His hair is slicked back in a bun, his beard freshly trimmed, and he smells masculine with some hints of floral nodes. "I didn't think I needed to, my reasons seemed pretty in your face".

"Why are you here?" My voice dry and monotone "I was having a great time until you got here". His eyes catch my breasts before moving down to the rest of my body, and back up again to my face. Chugging his beer until the glass is empty he holds my stare again "I had some extra time, thought I could find you here so I came". Damian's mouth opens before closing again as if he's trying to figure out the words he wants to say "Can we go on a walk?". I stare at him for a long moment before replying "Pay for my tab and I'll walk". A nod is Damian's response before paying for both of our drinks. My head sings with the sweet buzz of alcohol, enough to make me okay with this stupid ass walk I'm about to go on.

The summer air brushes against my exposed skin as we begin our walk. Our stupid ass walk. "So?" I ask, refusing to look him in his stupid beautiful face. "So..." He replies. Oh fuck me... Here we go with this again. "Why are you here anyway? Why choose tonight to ruin my night?" Anger laced with sadness fills my gut. Sharply exhaled through his nose "I just... wanted to see you is that okay? Does it even matter?". Abruptly I stop walking "Yeah it fucking matters! I haven't seen you since I broke up with you Luis" My voice amplifies with every word. "Damn wanna be a little louder? I don't think they can hear you down the block" Damian's jaw twitches with what I assume is embarrassment.

"Why didn't you fight for me? Was I just not worth fighting for?" The words pour out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Was our relationship not worth fighting for?". Truthfully, by the time I ended things there was not relationship left to fight for. But that didn't stop me from wanting him to say... something... anything. "You were always worth fighting for. I just didn't see it until you were already gone" His hands lay loose at his side like he's awaiting defeat. "I know" My voice is just above a whisper because that's the only way my lips will allow it to escape. "I know I was always worth fighting for but you convinced me I hadn't been... And now I know I don't need you to be loved".

His head hangs in defeat for only a breath before his long legs close the distance between us, before he pulls me into an alley. "Luis what the fu-" His lips meet mine before I can finish. Melting, I'm fucking melting into the kiss. Oh I hate him but my body aches for him, leaning deeper into the kiss. "I know you don't need me, I'm glad you don't but I need you... Right now I need you" His voice is so deep it rumbles like thunder against my lips. "If you won't accept my apology then let me fuck you so you know I mean it". My body sings with excitement. He may have not been a good boyfriend, but he fucks like his life depends on it, and I am more than willing to allow it even in this alley.

"You better fuck me good, and fast before somebody sees us" I purr into his ear. That was all he needed, he was pulling at his belt and lifting my dress before I could take my next breath. Sliding my panties to the side he pushes his thick hard member against my entrance. Damian plants soft bites along my jaw and neck forcing soft moans out of my mouth. Damian grips my my thighs, putting my back against the cold brick wall before pushing into me with one stroke. A yelp escapes me "Shhh mami don't get the fun cut short" He purrs into my neck

My legs tighten around his waist as I bite my bottom lip to keep another moan from escaping me. Over and over again he pushes his long thick length into me, massaging every inch of me. "I missed this, missed you" He purrs again "Nobody feels like you, mami" His accent sends my head spinning, his grip on my thighs tighten, fingers digging in so rough I'm sure it'll leave a mark. "Nobody fucks me like you" I whisper, the words seems to be ammunition for him because he pounds into me harder, faster, deeper. I squeal again "Mami tranquila, you'll ruin the fun" A devilish grin spreads across his stupid face.

He sucks on my neck, leaving red marks behind, is he trying to make his territory? Do I care? Does anyone else? My climax is imminent, but I don't want it to end. I rock my hips back and forth edging myself on, our hips colliding over and over again. A low grumble escapes him before he throws his head back. "Fuck" He groans low. Over and over I rock my hips into him, massaging my sensitive space. Warmth fills me before my body is in pure ecstasy. Light flashes and my vision blurs before he pushes into me deeply, growling like some sort of wild animal, releasing his load deeply into me. Quickly he puts my down and we fix ourselves still panting like wild animals. He looks at me, those once lust-filled eyes now coated with thick sorrow and longing. "I really am sorry" He says after a long pause. "I know" I say before walking away, leaving him in the alley alone. I don't belong to anyone not even Damian Priest... Luis... whatever the fuck he wants to be called. I fix my hair as I walk down the sidewalk, a smirk smeared across my face. Damn, that felt good.

[untildawnss]

songs (i would put) in their playlists (based on vibes) - until dawn characters

ashley

teenagers - my chemical romance

monster - walking on cars

death by rock and roll - the pretty reckless

misery business - paramore

i love rock'n roll - joan jett

beth

i don't care - fall out boy

piece of me - britney spears

hard out here - lily allen

my type - saint motel

valerie - mark ronson, amy winehouse

chris

without me - eminem

1985 - bowling for soup

mr. brightside - the killers

girl all the bad guys want - bowling for soup

welcome to the internet - bo burnham

tribute - tenacious d

emily

say my name - tove styrke

yellow flicker beat - lorde

hips don't lie - shakira, wyclef jean

cvnt - sophie hunter

bulletproof - la roux

g. u. y. - lady gaga

all the good girls go to hell - billie eilish

hannah

teenage dirtbag - wheatus

tik tok - kesha

hypnotic - zella day

brutal - olivia rodrigo

can't hold us - macklemore

all men are pigs - studio killers

jess

primadonna - marina

love story - taylor swift

strut - emeline

s. l. u. t. - bea miller

what the hell - avril lavigne

party in the usa - miley cyrus

josh

yes, i'm a mess - ajr

crawling - linkin park

season of the witch - donovan

lifestyles of the rich and the famous - good charlotte

lonely boy - the black keys

paralyzer - finger eleven

the '59 sound - the gaslight anthem

matt

pump it - black eyes peas

danger! high voltage - electric six

cupid's chokehold/breakfast in america - gym class heroes

heads will roll - yeah yeah yeahs

get it right - left boy

mike

mr. big shot - anarbor

american idiot - green day

smells like teen spirit - nirvana

dragula - rob zombie

should i stay or should i go - the clash

i'm shipping up to boston - dropkick murphys

invaders must die - the prodigy

sam

our house (the mess we made) - you me at six

bad things - meiko

5 years - tonight alive

carry on wayward son - kansas

fuck you - lily allen

mercy - duffy

[snowsdelulusketches]

Oops...?

The less bloodier version is below the cut if blood upsets you. 😅

But, anyway, it's Mercy and Fox (from left to right). I'm going to point out some of the small details because I spent two hours on this, I'm going to talk about it.

Fox doesn't have a visible sketch (the general shapes are still there, of course) because she's not actually there.

"You brought them home." Is a reference to Reunion Square, where Fox says: "Get them home alive" towards Mercy. Pretty blatant, but, yeah.

Uh, diving into captain obvious stuff, but the text matches their colors. Yeah, I don't know why I made it a list. It really didn't need to be...

Context(?): Mercy is sitting in front of a door (hence the light), hiding from the Warriors after going out (unassisted) and paying the consequence for it. She's not badly beat, just suffering from beat-up knuckles and a bloody nose. Swan told her not to go out - she didn't have directions of the place and was clearly not in the right head space if anything happened - Mercy, clearly, did not follow that warning and is trying to avoid Cochise (the best with an aid kit) to avoid a lecture. Here, she sits, alone and drained from a long day. Fox sits with her, fully understanding she can not comfort their new member, yet that won't stop her from trying. (I originally drew Cyrus with Fox too, trying to make sense of the scene. Fox simply said, 'Family doesn't leave family.' and Cyrus was left to think about it.)

However, you can make your own story. Creativity and stuff!! 🗣

[desmon1995]

Light It Up, Fox!

I think reunion square has to be one of the saddest members from the Warriors concept album and it gets set of every time I listen to it.

I think a big reason for that is that this song really does cement that Fox truly is the youngest of the group (I'm going to as soon as Fox is anywhere between 15 to 18 years old)

In the beginning of the song after she and the others escape the Bizzes she says " God, half of us are gone" and she later lashes out at Victor after he cat calls the Warriors.

What I find really interesting about her rant is that it shows that Fox (presumably out of every Warrior besides Cleon) has truly taken Cyrus's word to heart as she assertively points out that Victor and his ilk are the reason they've had to suffer not only here but throughout life.

She asks why can't they go back home and has eternalized herself as the "Quiet Girl" that isn't gonna make it.

What's cool though is that she flipped this on her head and ends ups truly realizing what the Hurricanes were actually was trying to say.

When you're stuck in the darkness you have to do your own life sometimes not just for you but for the others in your life that may not be able to burn as bright.

This realization causes Fox to LEAP into action realizing that if Victor calls his boys they'll be able to stop stop the train and potentially arrest/kill the Warriors.

Something of note here is that this song takes cues from The World was Wide Enough where we see Fox's life flash through her eyes.

Queens- You can do 99 things right,but meet the wrong Cop at night and it's braapt on site ya dig?

Manhattan- survival all depends upon the corner you run to.

Ajax- I'm sick of running

Warriors- Only the strong survive

Ajax and Rembrandt- Anybody tussle with these hands they'll see static

The battle between Fox and Vic is brutal and he beats her so badly that she breaks something and starts bleeding.

Another thing that I noticed after some repeated listening is that it seems that out of all of the Warriors, Fox seems to look up to Swan and Ajax the most (Rembrandt too apparently).

She laments that Swan could have taken Victor out but she's not her and not too long after that the cop puts his foot on her throat and kicks her into the incoming train.

I think what's beautiful about this tragic moment is that Fox ends up embodying the other sentiment of Quiet Girls and ends up becoming an arc of light both literally and metaphor.

It's actually quite a clever nod to me that Fox herself it's played by an Asian actress ( Pippa Soo) because been Chinese, Japanese, and Korean mythology there is a creature known as the Kitsune.

Kitsune are basically Divine foxes that more often than not typically take the form of females to live amongst humans.

They act as a guide to the afterlife and use something called foxfires to communicate with others throughout the night.

Fox being the one to truly embrace what the Hurricanes tried to tell the Warriors and becoming the light that guided her friends home through her demise is quite a common trope with kitsune, especially if they bonded with a human.

I just think it's a really cool way to not only lift a sort of nothing character from the original on the bed but also make them stand on their own.

[toaarcan]

Man, the more I think about it, the more hilarious Team Rocket's downfall is in the Pokemon games.

Like there's a certain subset of Pokemon fans who only really like Team Rocket as villains, and dislike all the others, because Rocket is allegedly more "grounded." Compared to the other bad guys having crazy world-conquest plans, Team Rocket are just the mob.

But they're also a mob that packs up their entire operation because their leader lost a Pokemon battle to this one ten-year-old three times in a row.

Like, sure, Red/Leaf does foil their plans multiple times throughout the RBY/FRLG, but those plans don't have an end goal. Sometimes there's a world domination thing factored in but within the original games it's basically just "Do crime, get money" and they could 100% go to ground and continue doing crime and getting money.

But they don't. Giovanni stakes his entire operation's future on a fight with some kid, brings a fucking Onix (and yes, I know, Karen Quote, but I will never not make fun of the giant rock snake with less base Attack than a goddamn Oddish) to the first of those fights and a Lv.50 Rhyhorn (Rhyhorn evolves at Lv.42) to the last and then goes "Fuck it, I'm out."

And then three years later, his successor, Archer, sends out a radio broadcast begging Giovanni to come back from buying cigarettes, gets his ass handed to him by a second preteen and the operation collapses again. The Celebi event reveals that Giovanni actually did get that message, but then lost to Ethan/Kris/Lyra and also gave up again.

Man, at least most of the other villains give up because the protagonist makes their goal impossible. Lusamine gets rendered comatose after fusing with Nihilego (SuMo)/has no reason to continue being evil because Elio/Selene beat Necrozma (USUM), Rose has to go on the run but Eternatus is recontained by Gloria/the other dude, Lucas/Dawn catches Dialga/Palkia/Giratina and renders Cyrus' plan impossible, Calem/Serena catches Xerneas/Yveltal and renders Lysandre's plan impossible, etc.

The only other villains who give up just because the player beat them are N in BW and Ghetsis in BW2, and with N it's a case of "We staked our ideals on this fight and you won so I guess I was wrong", while with Ghetsis it's more of a "Man so egotistical that losing to two separate teenagers renders him catatonic."

Also shoutout to Maxie and Archie, both of whom were defeated by Brendan/May and promptly went "Great job kid, I'mma wake this dinosaur/whale up anyway." It immediately backfired on them but they're the only villains in the entire franchise who did not stake their plans on a fight with the protagonist at all.

[honeydixonn]

Back to Friends, Myung Gi

five, six leg race

4687 words

"I'm Young Il," he said simply, his voice calm and steady as he extended a hand.

Myung-Gi clasped it firmly, pulling himself up with a wince. "Myung-Gi, Lee Myung-Gi. I can't thank you enough for stepping in."

Young-Il gave a small nod, brushing off the gratitude with a subtle wave of his hand. As he took a step toward Nari, intending to help her up, he hesitated when Myung-Gi instinctively pulled her into his arms.

"Are you alright?" Myung-Gi's voice was low with concern as he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering to cup her jaw while his eyes searched hers for any sign of injury.

Nari's gaze flickered to Young-Il, who stood quietly nearby, his expression unreadable as he watched the exchange. She gently pulled away from Myung-Gi's protective hold and stepped toward Young-Il, bowing her head deeply.

"Thank you, sir. I'm Nari—Ha Nari," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor of lingering adrenaline.

Young-Il's lips curved into the faintest smile as he clasped his hands behind his back, his focus shifting momentarily toward his group in the distance. "No need to thank me," he replied coolly. "I was only doing what was right." With a slight bow, he turned and strode off without another word, disappearing back into the crowd.

Myung-Gi's jaw tightened as he watched him leave, his focus snapping back to Nari. His hands settled firmly on her shoulders, his tone sharp but laced with worry. "What were you thinking, Nari? You could've been hurt! Why would you put yourself in danger like that?"

Her hands shot up, shoving his arms away. "What did you want me to do, Myung-Gi? Stand there and watch them beat you?!" Her voice cracked, the frustration in her tone betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

He dragged a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as he let out a shaky breath. "You always act without thinking," he muttered, his voice quieter now, his frustration tempered by the weight of his guilt. "You don't have to protect me all the time, Nari."

His hands softened as he cupped her face again, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. "I mean it," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "You don't have to fight for me. I'm here to protect you too, but you need to take care of yourself. You're important to me."

His words sent a tremor through her, a warmth that both confused and comforted her. She wanted to argue, to tell him she couldn't just sit idly by, but his tenderness made her pause.

"I'm not used to that," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "Letting someone else worry about me. I've been on my own for so long."

A faint, melancholic smile tugged at his lips, his eyes softening as they held hers. "Then let me show you how," he murmured, his voice gentle yet firm. "I'm not going anywhere this time, Nari. I promise."

For a brief moment, his words enveloped her like a warm shield, offering solace she wasn't sure she could accept. She swallowed, nodding slowly, as though willing herself to believe.

"Okay," she said, her voice calm but laced with a hesitation she couldn't quite mask. "I'll trust you." Yet deep down, a flicker of doubt remained. She wasn't entirely convinced, her agreement more a way to end the conversation than a genuine surrender of her guard.

He smiled again, quiet and sincere, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made her heartache. For a fleeting instant, she allowed herself to imagine—just imagine—that maybe, someday, she wouldn't have to bear her burdens alone. But the walls around her heart remained intact, silently questioning if his promise could ever hold.

His hands lingered on her cheeks for a heartbeat longer, as if to solidify the pact. Then, slowly, he released her, his fingers trailing down her jawline before his arms fell to his sides. "I'll always be here, no matter what," he said, and she believed him.

"Come on," Myung-Gi said, gently pulling her hands toward the bed where her tin of food still sat. "Finish your meal, please." He glanced toward Thanos and his group, keeping an eye on them when something caught his attention. His gaze flickered back to Nari, who was holding out a spoonful of kimchi and rice with a soft smile.

He knew she wouldn't let him off the hook until he took a bite, so he opened his mouth, letting her feed him. But what started as one bite turned into several, with Nari feeding him between her own bites. The quiet intimacy of the moment felt almost comforting.

Once they were done, Myung-Gi returned the plate to the guards and stretched out on the bed, staring up at the top of the bunk. The room was quiet, save for the hushed chatter across the way. His mind drifted, replaying the events of the day—the lives lost, the games they'd been forced to play, each one a quick death, eroding everything. He thought about the debts they still had to pay and how he'd need to invest in a better cryptocurrency to recover what they'd lost.

He hummed to himself, satisfied with his plans, when suddenly, a face appeared directly above him. "What are you doing?"

His eyes widened in surprise, his body jolting at the unexpected intrusion. He looked up at her, her hair falling from behind her ears, and his gaze lingered on her pink lips, which were formed into a slight pout.

For a moment, he wanted to reach up and kiss her, but the thought quickly faded. After everything that had happened over the last six months, he knew things could never be the same between them. They could only be friends now.

"I'm just looking at your bruises," she said, her voice soft as she gently tilted his head to the side, exposing the darkening blue and purple marks on his face. He groaned softly as her finger brushed over the tender spot.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice suddenly quieter, as she carefully moved his head back into a more comfortable position. "Is it bad?" Her head shook with a small lie.

Myung-Gi sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "It'll get worse tomorrow," he muttered. "Just try not to get punched again." Nari sat up next to him, offering a small, playful smile.

"Wow," he said, his mouth curling into a grin, "great advice. I should've thought of that earlier." His eyes softened as he looked at her, appreciating the rare, simple moment between them. He couldn't help but smile a little more, a genuine warmth spreading inside him as he watched her. There was something so effortless about the way she cared for him, despite everything that had happened.

"Well," she said after a beat, her voice softening as she leaned back, "if you ever need a better strategy for avoiding punches, I'm your girl."

His grin widened, and he chuckled lightly, feeling a rare sense of peace. "I think I might take you up on that," he replied, his voice low and playful.

For a moment, they both just sat there in silence, the weight of their past hanging between them but not suffocating them. It wasn't perfect, but in that small corner of the world, it was enough. He wasn't sure what would come next, but for the first time in a while, he was willing to let the future unfold—one quiet moment at a time.

"Lights out in 5 minutes," the woman's voice crackled over the PA system, dragging them back into the harsh reality of the moment.

"Are you sleeping close tonight?" Myung-Gi asked, his voice low, as he propped himself up on his arm, his eyes focused on her. He didn't want her too far away. Not with everything that had been happening, not with the growing uncertainty about tomorrow. He wanted to make sure she was as safe as she could be, even if only for tonight.

Her eyes flickered up briefly to meet 388's as he settled into bed with his new group. He gave her a tight smile and a quick wave, his expression unreadable as he lay back, preparing for whatever would come next. The timer on the wall continued its relentless countdown. She smiled back at him before shifting her attention back to Myung-Gi, the light from the dimming bulbs catching her expression. "Yeah, if you don't mind."

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched her slide into the space of the bed beside him. The simple act of her moving closer made his chest tighten, a flicker of warmth cutting through the cold, uncertain thoughts racing in his mind.

"Lights out in five, four, three, two, one," the voice on the PA counted down, and the room was suddenly cloaked in darkness, the low hum of the building the only sound filling the space. The lights cut off, and the quiet settled over them like a heavy blanket. The rustle of bodies shifting in the beds around them was the only movement in the stillness. Myung-Gi's eyes followed her as she shifted under the thin, itchy blanket, her silhouette barely visible in the darkness.

"Goodnight, Jagi," he murmured softly, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—love, fear, and the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring. She met his gaze, her expression calm, though he could sense the tension hidden behind it.

"Goodnight, Gi," she whispered back, her voice steady but with an undercurrent of something he couldn't quite place. She smiled at him, the kind of smile that didn't quite reach her eyes but still held a depth of understanding that made his heartache.

His smile lingered, but the warmth didn't reach his chest. He had mastered the art of hiding his feelings, of putting on a mask that made him seem calm, but inside, the chaos was louder than ever. Tomorrow's game wasn't just another game. It was a reminder that, no matter how much he wanted to protect her, the choices were no longer his to make.

The thought of tomorrow's challenge—where lives were reduced to mere moves in a twisted game of fate—squeezed his chest with a suffocating weight. He wasn't sure if he could live with the consequences if things went wrong. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, or anyone else, because of something as senseless as a game.

His thoughts spiraled, and he found himself staring at the ceiling, the faint outlines of the other beds around him, the muffled sounds of people settling in for the night. He could hear the soft, uneven breaths of the others, their bodies adjusting to the uncomfortable surroundings.

For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to feel the small comfort of her presence beside him, even though they both knew the game would change everything. He wanted to hold onto this feeling, this rare moment of peace, but the fear gnawed at him relentlessly.

He turned his head to the side, eyes meeting hers once more in the dark. The vulnerability in her gaze mirrored his own, and it made something inside him shift. They were in this together, no matter what came. He didn't have all the answers, and he wasn't sure he could protect her the way he wanted to, but for tonight, they could share this quiet space—this small bit of normalcy.

"Don't worry," she whispered, as though she could read his mind. "We'll make it through. Just... stay with me."

His heart skipped a beat at her words. He nodded, though he knew it wasn't that simple. But for tonight, he would hold onto her words. He would hold onto the warmth of the moment, even as the storm of uncertainty loomed just ahead.

"Stay with me," he echoed quietly, a promise to both her and himself.

The hauntingly familiar music echoed through the room, dragging them from their uneasy sleep. Before anyone could fully comprehend the gravity of the new day, the doors buzzed open, and the masked men entered with their usual cold authority.

"Attention, please," one of them announced, his voice chilling. "The second game will begin momentarily. Please follow the instructions from our staff. Let me repeat."

Myung-Gi slowly sat up in the bed, stretching his stiff muscles as the realization hit him—today would bring more death. He glanced over at Nari, watching as her eyes fluttered open. She sat up too, her gaze meeting his. His heart clenched at the thought of them both having to endure another horrific game.

"Come on," Nari sighed, offering him a weak smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, her grip steady despite the anxiety that was clearly building in her. "Let's just do our best, okay?"

He nodded, trying to swallow down the dread rising in his chest. They had no choice but to keep going, no matter how terrifying it felt. The players were ushered once more through the garish, dizzying loop of the colorful room—bright pinks, yellows, and greens flashing before their eyes, matching the tracksuits they wore. The chaos of the colors was almost overwhelming, and Myung-Gi felt a sense of vertigo as they climbed the stairs.

He followed behind Nari, his eyes scanning the space around them. But before they could get very far, someone moved past them and stepped in front of Nari.

"Hi, I forgot to introduce myself yesterday," the man said with a grin. "I'm Dae-Ho. Kang Dae-Ho!"

He extended his hand toward Nari, who took it gratefully. Myung-Gi's gaze flicked to the man, noting the number "388" stitched onto his tracksuit.

"Ha Nari," she replied, offering a faint smile. "Thank you again for saving me yesterday. I wouldn't be here without you."

Myung-Gi's chest tightened. The words felt like a punch. That should have been him. He should have been the one to save her. His body stiffened, jealousy coiling inside him as he fought to keep his expression neutral.

"It's fine," Dae-Ho said with a shrug, his voice light. "I know it was terrifying, so I just did what felt right."

His smile widened, but then he leaned in closer to Nari, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Choose triangle." He raised his hand to his forehead, giving her a quick salute before stepping past them, barely sparing Myung-Gi a glance.

Myung-Gi's brow furrowed as he watched Dae-Ho ascend the stairs. "What was that?" His voice held a trace of suspicion.

Nari looked at him, her expression thoughtful. "He told me to choose triangle. Maybe the man from his group who played before gave them hints."

Myung-Gi hummed in response, a cold chill running up his spine at the encounter. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right about Dae-Ho. "We'll see," he muttered, the uncertainty gnawing at him.

They reached the top of the stairs and entered a new room—shades of blue filled the space, the windows tinted pink, with teal drapes hanging from the walls. The air was unsettlingly calm, save for the children's song playing on a loop through the speakers. The song, a twisted lullaby, only added to the eerie atmosphere. Two large circles, each filled with rainbow-colored lines, were marked on the floor ahead of them.

Myung-Gi's heart raced as he surveyed the room, the unease settling deep in his bones. The colors, the song—it all felt like a trap, but they had no choice but to move forward. Whatever awaited them next, they would have to face it together.

"Welcome to your second game."

The players shuffled out into the large, sterile room, their faces etched with confusion as they took in their surroundings. The space was vast and empty, save for a series of circles painted on the floor, offering no hint of what lay ahead.

"This game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five within the next ten minutes. Let me repeat..."

The announcement echoed ominously, sending a ripple of tension through the group. Subconsciously, the players began to scatter, gravitating toward the circles as their eyes darted around the room, searching for any clue about the upcoming challenge.

Myung-Gi's attention wavered until his gaze fell upon a familiar face—Dae-Ho, the man he'd encountered earlier. To his dismay, Dae-Ho's group was moving toward the same circle where he and Nari stood. Myung-Gi's jaw tightened, suspicion flickering in his chest. What could Dae-Ho possibly want with her?

"Teams?" Nari's soft voice broke through his spiraling thoughts, drawing his attention back to her. Her hand gripped his tightly, her expression fraught with uncertainty. "What are we playing?"

"I'm not sure," he admitted, glancing at the timer that had appeared on a screen above them. Ten minutes. The countdown had already begun.

"I don't think we should be on the same team," she said hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly.

His heart sank, and his brows furrowed. "What?" he asked, his voice low, disbelief washing over him.

"I-I just mean..." She exhaled a shaky breath, struggling to articulate her reasoning. "You might have a better chance if I weren't on your team. And I'm a woman—no team is going to want both of us."

The truth in her words cut him deeply, though he hated to admit it. In this ruthless game, women were often overlooked, dismissed as liabilities. But the idea of separating from her left a hollow ache in his chest. He opened his mouth to protest when Dae-Ho suddenly appeared before them.

"My apologies for interrupting." Dae-Ho's voice was calm, his posture confident as he gave them a polite bow. Strands of hair fell loose from the ponytail he wore, clinging to his skin. "I just wanted to clear up any confusion. The game isn't Dalgona like last time."

"It's okay," Nari replied quickly, her tone tinged with sadness. "We're just... struggling to find a team. We know no men want women on their teams, so we can't stick together."

Dae-Ho's expression softened at her honesty. "Ah," he said, glancing between them thoughtfully. "My team is looking for one more person, and I'm sure they won't mind having a woman. We have two ex-marines—including myself—and the man who won this entire game before."

Myung-Gi's heart sank further. Logically, he knew she'd be safer with them, her odds of survival exponentially higher. But emotionally, the thought of letting her go was unbearable.

"Please take her to your team," Myung-Gi said suddenly, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

Nari's eyes widened in shock. "Myung-Gi! What about you?" she asked, her worry palpable as her nails pressed lightly into his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"I'll be fine," he assured her, though the words felt hollow. "I'll find a strong group, I promise."

She hesitated, doubt flickering in her eyes, but before she could protest further, he gently lifted her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

"I promise," he repeated, his voice firmer now.

Dae-Ho stood quietly, sensing the depth of their connection but choosing not to intrude. He nodded, his tone solemn as he said, "I'll keep her safe. Marine's honor." He saluted Myung-Gi and bowed respectfully.

"I'll be fine," Nari whispered, trying to convince herself as much as him.

Myung-Gi offered her a small, tight smile before leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. "I'll see you when it's all over," he said softly.

She nodded, allowing Dae-Ho to lead her away. At the last moment, she glanced back, her eyes meeting Myung-Gi's as he gave her a reassuring wave.

His smile faded the moment she disappeared from view, replaced by a steely determination. With a deep breath, he turned back toward the crowd, ready to find his own group, though the ache of their separation lingered heavily in his chest.

As they approached his group, Dae-Ho's excitement grew, his grip on Nari's hand firm but gentle. "Sir! I've found someone," he called out with enthusiasm, a proud smile lighting up his face.

The three men in the group turned toward him, their curiosity piqued. Player 390 let out a cheer, clearly relieved to complete their team. "Yes! Finally!"

Young-Il stepped forward, his posture calm, hands resting at his sides. His sharp eyes scanned the area behind Dae-Ho. "Where is he?" he asked, his tone composed but expectant.

Dae-Ho stepped aside, revealing Nari standing hesitantly behind him. The group froze, their expressions shifting to disbelief.

"A woman?" Player 390 blurted out, his mouth falling open in shock. His tone made it clear he hadn't expected this choice.

Before anyone could voice further objections, Player 456 stepped forward, his demeanor calm and logical. "This could be good," he said, his gaze settling on Nari. "We don't know what the game is yet. She might be exactly what we need."

The reassurance settled the tension, and Dae-Ho's grin widened as he gave Nari a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Ha Nari," he introduced, his pride evident.

Young-Il's eyes lit up with recognition as he stepped closer, bowing slightly with a faint grin tugging at his lips. "It's nice to see you again, Nari," he said, his voice warm and composed.

Nari bowed in return, her unease easing slightly under the calm confidence of Young-Il and Dae-Ho's support. She wasn't sure what was ahead, but she felt the weight of their trust and determination as they prepared for whatever lay ahead.

The voice from the intercom rang out again, crisp and commanding. "Attention: team selection will end momentarily." A few seconds later, the timer beeped, signaling the end of the period. "Time for team selection is up," the woman announced.

The square-masked guard stepped forward, instructing the players to sit in horizontal rows with their respective teams. One circle held 35 teams, while the other had 37.

"The game you will be playing is called Six-Legged Pentathlon," the voice continued.

Nari sat tensely with her team, her eyes fixed ahead, though she could feel Dae-Ho and Player 390 sneaking glances her way. Her thoughts swirled with unease, her mind drifting to Myung-Gi. Had he found a strong team? Was he safe?

"You will start with your legs tied together," the woman's voice on the intercom echoed across the room. "Each member will take turns playing a mini-game at every ten-meter mark. If your team wins, you may proceed to the next station."

Nari's gaze flitted around the room, taking in the guards who were diligently setting up five stations. Each bore the promise of a challenge they would soon face.

"Here are the mini-games," the voice continued. "Number one: Ddakji. Number two: Flying Stone. Number three: Gonggi. Number four: Spinning Top. Number five: Jegi. Your goal is to win all the mini-games and cross the finish line within five minutes. Please decide who will play each mini-game."

Player 390 grinned, leaning closer to Young-Il and Player 456. "It's good we got a woman," he said, as though this solved everything. Turning to Nari, he added, "You can play Gonggi, right?"

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the eyes of her teammates bore into her. She hesitated, lowering her gaze. "No... I'm sorry, sir," she murmured.

390 sighed loudly, shaking his head. "A girl who can't play Gonggi? This isn't looking good for us," he muttered.

The tension in the group thickened, but Young-Il's calm demeanor didn't falter. "It's fine," he said with a reassuring smile, his voice steady. "We'll figure this out."

Dae-Ho cleared his throat, his expression thoughtful. "Actually... I can play Gonggi," he admitted, his voice cutting through the doubt.

Player 390 raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You? A ex-marine playing Gonggi?"

Dae-Ho nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I grew up with four older sisters. I used to play with them from time to time."

The group exchanged surprised glances before 390 gave Dae-Ho a solid pat on the back. "Alright, that's what I'm talking about. A marine can handle anything," he said with a grin.

456 leaned forward, his expression serious. "Good. Now, let's decide on the other games. What's everyone confident with?"

Nari shifted nervously but spoke up. "I'm pretty good at Ddakji," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I... even won against the salesman more than he did."

Young-Il turned to her, his expression softening. "Perfect. Then you'll handle Ddakji." His tone carried no doubt, only trust.

Nari hesitated, clutching the hem of her sleeve. "Are you sure I can handle it?" she asked quietly, glancing up at him.

Young-Il nodded firmly. "I'm sure. Trust me, Nari. This isn't about being the strongest; it's about working together as a team. We all have a role to play."

Dae-Ho added with a reassuring smile, "You've got this. Just focus on your part, and we'll handle the rest."

Nari swallowed hard but nodded, her resolve growing. She could feel the weight of their trust, and it filled her with a flicker of determination. She wouldn't let them down.

"Miss 114, you can play Ddakji. I'll handle Flying Stone," Player 390 said with a grin, a flicker of nostalgia lighting his eyes. "I was a pitcher for my baseball team back in the day. I've got a good arm for throwing."

Player 456 nodded, then turned to Young-Il, leaning closer. "That leaves Jegi and Spinning Top. Which one are you better at?"

Young-Il glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers thoughtfully before looking up. "I'll play whichever one you pick for me, Gi-hun."

456 froze, his brows lifting in surprise. "You know my name?"

Young-Il's expression stiffened for a brief moment, as though caught in a mistake, before he smiled softly. "Oh, I overheard your friend calling you by your name, so I thought I'd use it too." He gestured casually toward 390, then locked eyes with Gi-hun. "Does it bother you?"

Gi-hun blinked, his earlier surprise giving way to reluctant ease. "No, it's fine," he said, his voice quiet as he brushed off the unease.

Seizing the moment to steer the conversation back on track, Young-Il asked, "So, Gi-hun, which game are you good at?"

Gi-hun hesitated, staring at the ground as memories of childhood games swirled in his mind. "I guess I'm better at Jegi," he admitted after a pause.

"Then I'll take Spinning Top," Young-Il said with a decisive nod.

The two men exchanged glances of agreement before 390 clapped his hands together, capturing everyone's attention. "Alright, team! Hands in the middle."

Dae-Ho adjusted his position slightly, ensuring Nari could lean against him comfortably. As their hands stacked one atop another, their faces turned serious with quiet determination.

From across the room, Myung-Gi watched the simple gesture of unity, a pang of sadness coursing through his chest. He didn't know that the man he was so jealous of—Dae-Ho—saw Nari as nothing more than a little sister.

"All together now!" 390 said enthusiastically, his grin breaking through the solemn air. "On three, we say, 'Victory at all costs.'"

"One... two... three!"

Their voices rose in unison as their hands shot into the air, shouting, "Victory at all costs!"

The echo of their chant lingered in the air, and for a fleeting moment, their determination burned brighter than the fear of what lay ahead.

[ironbabey]

July

Peter Parker x Reader

angst, maybe fluff?

Word Count: 1k

Inspired by the song July by Noah Cyrus

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I've been holding my breath, I've been counting to ten, over something you said

“So uh, what do ya say? Wanna give it a shot?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes-

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m gonna have to say no.”

No. He said no.

It took you months to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, ironically you told yourself the worst he could say was no. Fuck, it hurt.

You were crushed. “Oh uh, that's okay. We can just stay friends.” It’s not okay, you don’t want to be friends. Well, you do. You also wanted-no, hoped- for something more.

He smiled, god you loved that smile. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even breaking it at the same time.  “Glad this won’t change our friendship. I care about you a lot.” He says, you can hear the pity in his voice.

He cared, just not in the way you wanted.

I've been holding back tears, while you're throwing back beers, I'm alone in bed

You were always told rejection hurt but you didn’t think it’d be this painful. Peter went out while you were sulking in your bed. There’s more fish in the sea, right? You shouldn’t have fallen for him, everyone told you not to, and yet here you are.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course he didn’t like you.

You were nothing compared to her.

You didn't have the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect...anything. You were just you.

You stupidly thought that it would be enough for him, she didn't even remember him, but you made new memories with him.

You know I, I'm afraid of change. Guess that's why we stay the same

You two were fighting now. It's your fault anyways. You lashed out on him just because he hadn’t reached out to you since that day. He's ignored your texts, calls, hell you even tried an email for the fun of it. He stilled ignored you.

The day you confessed really fucked things up.

You decided to be the bigger person and show up at his door. He would've known you were going over if he read your messages.

“I thought we agreed that wouldn’t change us. You said you wanted to be friends so why are you being such a dick?”

 “I’m being a dick? Oh, that’s real funny coming from you. I have a life full of other people, not just you. I don’t see why I have to be the one to do everything.”

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, embarrassed that you were acting childish, “No, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

So, tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, the soft hair you used to play with during the times you'd study together. “I think you should go. I can’t handle this—you—right now.”

You refused to cry in front of him. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed your bag and slammed the door shut on your way out. You fucked everything up, didn’t you?

Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

A week went by, and he finally texted you, asking you to go over and talk it out. In the end you were still his best friend, and he didn't want to lose you.

You picked up a photo that was in a beautiful golden frame on the coffee table, you knew who the woman was, Peter talked about her all the time, and it killed you. You thought he was over her.

 “What are you doing with that?” He grabbed the framed photo from your hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, “It was just sitting here, she’s pretty. Really pretty.”

Peter smiled, “Yeah, she was. The greatest too.”

‘Cause you remind me everyday, I’m not enough but I still stay

You two sat in uncomfortable silence. He wanted to make up, wanted things to be normal again, but you had other plans. You wanted answers. “What does she have that I don’t? What’s so different?”

He groaned. “Please, don’t start this right now.”

You stood up from the couch, “No! I want to know why you’re after someone who moved on. Someone who doesn't even rem-“

“She was the only one there for me through all of it! She helped me from beginning to end! I ruined everything just to make sure she got into the school she worked so hard for!" His voice went soft, he couldn't hold back the tears that went streaming down his face. His brown eyes were hardly visible through them, "She was all I had. She was the only girl that ever looked my way and actually liked me.”

Then what am I?

I've done a lot of things wrong, Loving you being one. But I can't move on

“What?”

“Then what am I?”, you repeated deep down you knew you were being a little selfish, but he had no right to say you didn't care, “I’ve been there for you. I’ve laughed with you, cried with you, I even fought with you and you’re still tossing me aside?”

“Listen-“

“No! You listen to me! I’ve done nothing but love and care about you but clearly that’s not enough! Nothing is ever enough for you! I-I’m not enough.”

Peter stood to hug you. To tell you that you was more than enough. To tell you he was just afraid of being more than what you were now.

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go

You moved away from his attempted hug. How dare he cry when it was him who was hurting you? “N-No, you don’t get-get to cry.” you choked out through your own tears.

“I’m sorry please just understand.” He begged.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me you don't want to see me again and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone just like you want.” That’s not what he wanted, not at all. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you left him too.

“That’s not-I want you to stay.”

You remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

[linkspooky]

Tossing Yubel at you like they're a football for the Yugioh character ask meme C:<

Why I like them

I procrastinated this for days because I knew it was going to be long. Well, here we go.

So my favorite thing about Yubel is how unique they are? Literally any series that wasn't Yu-Gi-Oh would have just killed Yubel as another bad victim. Welp, it's too late to save them. If only we got to them earlier. Now I'm going to kill them while shedding a single tear of regret and then I'll go back to my happy life with all my friends.

I literally wrote an entire meta about this topic.

But no, Judai literally cannot progress as a character unless he saves Yubel. To begin with Judai is Yubel. They reflect each other in the worst way possible. Take Judai's friends away and he turns into the supreme king, so Judai has no moral highground to condemn Yubel for becoming what they became after they were forced to endure torture all alone in space for years.

Yubel isn't really written like an antagonist. I mean, they're literally Judai's spirit partner. Even if when they show up in the anime, they are a spirit partner who has been abandoned and now acts like a jilted lover.

Just the way they interact with the story too. A lot of mastermind characters rely on plot convenience, or they are plot devices to set the story into motions. Yubel is at all times a fully three dimmensional character.

Yubel's not a master manipulator controlling everything behind the scenes like an unseen puppeteer, but they are manipulative. We see them prey on several character's weaknesses several times with characters like Cobra and Amon. They're just good at reading people and take full advantage of that ability. This is also like, not something we're told, but shown. We see Yubel pick apart Amon entirely in the two times they duel.

Things go according to plan because Yubel is smart and adaptable, not because the plot needs these things to happen. Yubel doesn't always succeed either. They get defeated by Johan at first, and they need to retreat, and recoup their losses. At which point Yubel switches to plan B. They're not smart because they always succeed or saw everything coming to begin with, but because they have multiple contingencies to their plan. They knew they might be weakened by having to duel so many times in a row, so they set up Amon to succumb to the darkness in his heart so they can feed on said darkness later.

Yubel certainly does put Judai into situations, but in the end Judai's bad choices are all his own. Yubel just, knows Judai really well, better than anyone else in this whole world and they take full advantage of that fact. Yubel is fully aware of the flaws that Judai is blind too (because Yubel loves them wholeheartedly in spite of those flaws).

Yubel also just demonstrates like, a protagonist level of determination. You just cannot beat Yubel down. They burn up in space and then manage to survive even as a literal hand crawling on the ground. They get their body destroyed again and just take Johan's body. Their entire deck is built around the fact that you can't deal damage to their monsters. If you try you take damage instead. if you destroy their monsters, another, more powerful form comes out.

Which is just a metaphor for the fact that Judai cannot solve this situation by killing the victim. Yubel won't conveniently go away, because they are the symbol of Judai's flaws, and you don't make your flaws go away by ignoring them. In fact, Judai ignoring Yubel and failing to take responsibility makes HIM LOOK BAD because he's failing to be a hero or a good friend.

Everything in the whole series is set up that Judai is supposed to save Yubel. His deck is literally themed after heroes. Judai has the power of the gentle darkness, his whole theme is "Darkness can be used as a force for good, while light is corruption" flipping traditional light and dark themes on their head, and Yubel is like, also darkness.

Judai gives a speech to Cyrus on how even if his friend made all the wrong choices, he would stay by them until the end. When Judai becomes the supreme king, he's saved by O'Brien and Jim not because they wanted to be heroes but because they wanted to help their friend. Even Sho ends up watching Judai to the end because he remembers his advice.

The climax to the second season of the show was Edo despreately dueling to save his friend who was also completely corrupted by the light, and then begging judai to do so in his place when he failed. Edo and Saiou even temporarily combine into the same person when Saiou's good half helps Edo duel the light possessed Saiou.

It's just like wow look at hos with antagonist is weaved into every aspect of the story, and even goes back and makes the first two seasons seem like they were building up to this. Way to make everything that happens in season 3 one long journey to the moment where Judai will save Yubel.

The utlimate bad victim and as I said this is the Bad Victim Supporters blog.

I think also the way that Yubel is never painted as "Too far gone" and the way they are also right in several ways. Like Yubel's view of love is twisted but they also kind of show a deep understanding of it. You do in fact hurt the people you love from time to time. Yubel's love is actually just a twisted definition of empathy. They believe that the definition of love is suffering the same exact pain, and that's what empathy is, understanding someone else's suffering even though you're not them.

Yubel seems off their rocker, but like they are more mature in their understanding of love than Judai who's never had a healthy friendship until Johan came along and even then became too fixated on him.

Also just, the fusion scene at the end is the most beautiful act of true love I've ever seen in fiction. People can call it codependent and messy all they want but like... this is fiction. The whole point of Yubel is that they are a bad victim, but at the end of their story, Judai and Yubel are two bad victims who can go on a journey of self improvement together after they've been saved at their lowest points.

Yubel is to Judai a reflection of all of his worst qualities and everything he hates about himself, which is why Judai rejects them for so long but even though Yubel is so flawed they love Judai for all of his flaws and they accept all of him. You can be loved at your absolute worst and I think that's just. So gay.

What I like about their appearance

Yubel is a rebis which is a half man half woman alchemy symbol, and that's what I like the most about their appearance the symbolism associated with it. Literally the people who wrote GX did their research on alchemy and they wove it into almost every aspect of the story.

Also, Yubel looks like a devilman character, specifically Ryo Asuka which is really fucking cool.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

Same name. Though, I hate the dub version of Yubel. Completley different character.

OTP

Soulshipping.

NOTP

Don't have one.

OT3

This is probably an unpopular opinion but I don't actually ship any of the OT3s that are like, Judai / Yubel / Someone else. I don't Notp them or anything, I just like Judai and Yubel being the embodiment of "Hand in unlovable hand."

Favourite card they use

Yubel.

Their entire deck is symbolic of the fact that you can't put them down with physical violence, you can't make them go away, you have to accept them.

However, I also like the fact that Yubel runs like 3 diffeerent decks. Advanced Crstyal Beasts, Sacred Beasts, and Yubel. How often do we see Yu-Gi-Oh characters actually run different archetypes?

Favourite moment they were in

This entirescene and the super polymerization right after. it's probably my favorite scene in all of fiction tied with Spike hugging the cross in Buffy, I love it in in so many ways.

The way that Judai had been resolved to just kill Yubel to save the world before this. The way that this scene demonstrates what I've been saying above all along that while Yubel's love was twisted, it's genuine, and it's what humanizes them. The way that Yubel represents the best and worst aspects of love. The way that Judai like, instantly changes his mind after seeing this scene and decides to keep the promise he made in his past life.

I have various opinions on why he did that, but I think in the end he realized that Yubel's love was indeed genuine and unconditional. That love humanized Yubel in Judai's eyes finally, because love is what makes us all human.

Judai is also like giving Yubel what they wanted all along, which is a relationship between equals. Yubel gave up his personhood in order to protect Judai, and now Judai gives up part of his personhood in order to fuse with Yubel and spend the rest of his life watching over them just like he promised. Sometimes fairy tale endings and gestures of true love conquering all are good things, actually.

Least favourite moment

That Yubel is only in four episodes of Season four. We should have gotten so much of Yubel and Judai acting like partners and talking to each other the same way that Yugi and Yami do, but that's what fanfiction is for I guess.

[humaudrey]

Replacing Descendants Songs

I'm so freaking late to the party, but I managed to come across this post and thought, "this looks fun," so I'm gonna give it a go with the first three movies.

D1

Rotten To The Core -> Trouble by Neon Jungle

Evil Like Me -> I Want The Good Times Back from the Little Mermaid musical (which is the exact song I used for Ursula and my OC, Uma's twin lol)

Did I Mention -> What I Like About You by The Romantics (5SOS cover)

If Only -> Unfaithful by Rihanna

Be Our Guest -> Haus of Holbein from SIX or a hip-hop remix of Welcome To Duloc from Shrek 😂

Set It Off -> Holiday by Madonna (TIL she sings this song)

D2

Ways To Be Wicked -> Keeps Getting Better by Christina Aguilera, So What by LOONA, or Crazy Kids by Kesha

What's My Name -> Villain by Neoni or They Don't Really Care About Us by Michael Jackson however I think it'd be HILARIOUS to see the Lost Revenge Crew get hype over Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar

Chillin' Like A Villain - Learn To Do It from Anastasia, Why Should I Worry from Oliver & Company, or Beat It by Michael Jackson

Space Between - Wherever I Go by Miley Cyrus and Emily Osment

It's Goin' Down - Gloves Up by Little Mix, Bad Blood by Taylor Swift ft. Kendrick Lamar, or Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

You and Me -> Man In The Mirror by Michael Jackson

D3

Good To Be Bad -> Control by Janet Jackson

Queen of Mean -> Several songs come to mind here lol: Are You Satisfied, Oh No!, Teen Idle, or Bubblegum Bitch by Marina, Hold Up, Sorry, or Why Don't You Love Me by Beyoncé, Good For You by Olivia Rodrigo, Kill Bill by SZA, Last Hurrah by Bebe Rexah, Funeral by Neoni

Do What You Gotta Do -> It's My Life by Bon Jovi or Because Of You by Kelly Clarkson

Night Falls -> Can't Back Down from Camp Rock 2 or maybe Two Player Game from Be More Chill (or Fight Of Our Lives from Descendants: The Rise of Red lmao)

One Kiss -> How Will I Know by Whitney Houston or Woman Like Me by Little Mix ft. Nicki Minaj

My Once Upon Time -> Nobody's Perfect by Jessie J

Break This Down -> The Great Divide by Thrii

BONUS: Instead of Audrey singing Happy Birthday at Jane's party, she could sing Pity Party by Neoni x Ellise

I'd tag people to do this but I'd rather not, if you want to do this, go for it!

[indilaras]

2024 Recap! Template from here (twt).

Looking back on the year and realizing I did some cool stuff is fun! Even on the busier months, I still managed to do at least one relatively "finished" thing, so I'll need to remember that next time I'm beating myself up for never finishing what I started.

Individual works + some thoughts and feelings:

January: 100 Hua Day 4

Fu Hua | Honkai Impact 3rd

the fact that i did four of these in the first month of the year and then my progress going down hill from there is pretty funny ngl

February: akademiya days

Cyno/Alhaitham | Genshin Impact

done for cyhaino week 2024. I continued using the akademiya designs i made up for them in 2023. retroactively headcanoning that cyno wore his hair like that as a student to mimic cyrus <3

March: flowering

Tess/Alinua | Aurora

i just wanted something somft. some early sketches had tess with a flower crown instead and i kinda wanna toy with that idea again someday

April: The General Mahamatra & the Dendro Archon Swapped Bodies?!?

Cyno, Nahida, Alhaitham | Genshin Impact

silly lil April Fools comic. I just think these three should be allowed to prank the entire akademiya, staff and students alike. as a treat.

May: girls' night!

Alhaitham, Cyno, Dehya, Candace | Genshin Impact

genderbent cy and hthm warning. entirely inspired by a meme that my friend made with deep sea girls' night and their glowing eyes from their demos

June: Form Change!

Cure Lovely, Cure Princess, Cure Honey, Cure Fortune | Happiness Charge Precure

happy hachapre anniversary year everyone <3 i still really like the colors and lighting here

July: don't threaten her with a good time

Kira/Misteln | Honkai Impact 3rd

the only other two kirastelners here are too big brained with their analysis of them so i have to provide the balance (memery)

August: 100 Hua Day 12

Fu Hua | Honkai Impact 3rd

i had a period of my life where all i drew were knight girls so this felt nostalgic to work on

September: sun and her world

Dehya/Dunyarzad | Genshin Impact

another just wanted something somft drawing but also i tested out different ways of coloring and really enjoyed it

October: onwards, to the next future

Cure Supreme & Cure Puka | Precure All Stars F

was stuck in WIP hell for a long time. anything for the destruction bnnuys tho.

November: it's mira loving hours <3

Mirabelle Chevalier | In Stars and Time

mira my dear friend mira.. i wanted to get more used to her design before i draw all the cooler stuff in my head so i did this simpler thing as practice

December: desert gang more like dessert gang am i ri--

Candace, Dehya, Cyno, Alhaitham | Genshin Impact

mostly done for chibi practice but also there is a great shortage of butler candehya and maidtham (cyno maid is a little less uncommon in certain circles but. he's still cute in a dress <3) and i will be the one to. serve. get it. like serving a dish you see. bring me to pun jail so i can serve a sentence too--