#I'm making her do ALL the things she hates in this update aren't I?

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY ALISTAIR THEIRIN - PARTY BANTER *  updated version - assorted banter from dragon age: origins

they say you can get anything here. i once got pick-pocketed.

i don't know if i should take you seriously... but you scare me sometimes.

i locked myself in a cage once when i was a child. for an entire day. ahh... good times.

why do they call it a brothel? there's no broth. or is there?

couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? that would be great, thanks.

leave me alone.

i know where babies come from!

what would you do if someone told you that they loved you?

food shouldn't be frilly and pretentious like that.

we take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color. as soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that's when i know it's done.

we're not going to be mobbed, right? that's not something they do here? mob people?

do you get the feeling things are just getting worse as we go up?

now that's just unnecessary.

i don't think we're alone. i really don't think we're alone.

is it just me, or did i do really badly back there?

excuse me while i begin projectile vomiting.

maybe she was ugly. maybe she had buck teeth. how would we know?

what is that smell? fish? and something else. oh... more fish.

uh-oh. i'm terrible at puzzles.

let's try not to get lost here. places like this can get you turned around.

i think there's something ahead. something big.

i don't even want to imagine where that leads.

you could be an utter moron, for all we know.

it used to get so quiet that i would start screaming until someone came running. i would tell them that i was just checking. you never know, right?

there's a certain allure to danger, isn't there?

i will never get over how quietly you are able to move.

i heard you often seduce your targets.

don't you wish you could have stayed there? to help more people, i mean?

i've never been very good at that. the steeling myself part. i find it better sometimes to just be a little weak. i'm all right with that, really.

i just wanted some advice.

what should i do if... if i think a woman is special...

i am not lost.

do i have a choice?

you find that curious, do you?

that's directed at me, i take it?

have you really been thinking about that all this time?

so let's talk about your mother for a moment.

why do you always go on about how stupid i am? i'm not stupid, am i?

it hurts my manly feelings, you know. all one of them.

you're not even listening to me.

you're joking, right? a five year old could answer that question.

so what's the deal with you and him, anyway? dare i ask?

that... is a ridiculous question.

i figure you'd be the sort who knows all about deception.

it's moments like this when i truly appreciate the difference between you and me.

you're... you're drunk, aren't you?

how do you manage to be constantly drunk? are we even carrying that much alcohol with us?

i guess a romance between you and i is completely out of the question.

you know a lot of big words.

you wouldn't understand.

don't you ever talk? you know, make polite conversation just to put people at ease?

i spy with my little eye... something that begins with... "G"

are you talking to me?

are we under attack?

i don't have to prove anything to you.

we're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here.

can you mend it? when we get back to camp?

i might catch a cold.

that's... one way of looking at it.

i have a hard time believing that.

it's not an outlandish question.

you know, of all the mages i've met you have to be the first one i can honestly say i've really liked.

why are you smiling like that?

i wasn't looking at... you know her... hind-quarters... i gazed. glanced... in that direction, maybe, but i wasn't staring... or really seeing anything even.

i hate you. you're a bad person.

i'm not an idiot. well, not most of the time.

you didn't answer my question.

if you aren't telling me, there must be a reason.

do you mind if i ask you a personal question?

have you... had many women in your time?

how do you... woo them? is there a technique?

i like my hair the way it is, thank you.

we aren't talking about this, are we? did i hit my head?

is that a smirk? are you smirking at me?

well aren't you just chock full of useless trivia today.

i suppose you don't care.

so when this is over, what do you intend to do with yourself?

[lemotmo]

Oh hey I like this. Yes let it be This

Q. I'm sorry but what would be the point of faking the entire thing resulting in massively pissing off your audience twice?

A. I do think there's a purpose to what they're doing. I also think the execution of it could have been much better. But regardless of flaws, we're here now so here's what I think the point of the entire thing will end up being. I think Bobby will return, but I think what they've done is signal that he won't return in the same capacity or role he originally occupied. Peter himself has said, more than once, that he's no longer up for doing the rigorous stunt stuff, and he has mentioned the long hours taking a toll. I think this whole thing is a changing of the guards of sorts for the show. Bobby will return, but not as captain. Peter will return, but not as the main focus. I think it's the beginning of shifting the spotlight to the other characters. It's kay to let the other characters take center stage now. And allowing the other characters to believe Bobby is dead is also a good way to get some movement in their individual storylines before he returns to the land of the living. Storylines that have been neglected or ignored all together so the show can focus on disaster episodes which neglect much needed character driven episodes. All of these characters have value in their own right but most of the time they get relegated to the sidelines in favor of focusing on the same things over and over again.

Bobby's 'death' would be a devastating reminder that life is short and people aren't promised tomorrow, a regular theme on this show. Grief is a strong motivational tool for life changes. And an excellent way to move storylines forward. Hen is ready and more than capable of being captain. It's probably something she should have been seeking for a while, but it was Bobby's rightful place. Gerard being in the captain chair is not something that the 118, or the audience for that matter, will allow to become permanent. It's the perfect opportunity for Hen to go for something she has more than earned and proved she can handle. Chimney has come such a long way since season one. He is a husband and father and has become a really good firefighter and paramedic. it's time to let him assume a stronger presence and leadership role within the 118. He's more than comic relief and Maddie's husband. That brings us to tweedle dee and tweedle dumb (you can decide for yourself which one is which 😉). But losing Bobby is the perfect catalyst to jolt that storyline into motion. Eddie needs a reason to examine things. Buck is primed and ready but the show has to get Eddie to the same place before Buck can be allowed to acknowledge what he's avoided since episode 11. Eddie has already lost Shannon. Adding the loss of Bobby would be a major 'the universe is screaming at you' reason for Eddie to finally allow himself to listen to and acknowledge what he really wants for himself in this life.

Bobby's 'death' allows all of that to happen. It allows major character movement and growth for everyone, That's what I think the point of this whole thing is. Moving Bobby's kids into the next phases of their lives. It's fitting. It makes sense and it allows the show to enter into its next phase. Bobby will still be present and important, but the spotlight will shift to his kids.

Thank you Nonny!

Yep, I reblogged a post earlier that had the same sentiment. I fully agree and I honestly couldn't have said it better than this.

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i've been having a couple of downer days recently, and i kept looking for a verse i haven't read thrice yet for some comfort, but you're age! gap verse has been a pleasant escape even though its not what i was looking for. you're writing never fails to make me feel better ari 💕💕

Here's how they met 💜

Bruce sighed. He was starting to hate talk show appearances, but at least this one had never been too bad. Angelique was chatty and fun but not grating. Her show ran as school let out. So grannies watched after their naps and kids watched getting off the bus. She ran a little something for everyone.

He assumed he was here for the grannies.

"I'm so sorry I'm late the shoot ran over and I couldn't get away."

The voice caught his attention. Not the fake starlet over dramatic gushing, but genuine distress. And he half turned to look. You looked like you came from a shoot. Straight off the pages of a glossy magazine.

"No worries, Miss Y/L/N we got your call in enough time. We'll just touch up your face and you'll be good to go," the manager greeting you, said.

Bruce smiled a little. Clearly, you were a frequent guest. You thanked him profusely and trotted off. Not needing to be told where to go. And as you go, there's several crew members you can greet by name. You've either been here a lot or worked with them before. Or both. But, it's endearing.

He turned back around listening to Angelique get her updates on where production was. "-And Y/N is in hair and makeup as we speak."

"Oh, bless her heart," Angelique said. "That's what I get calling her last minute." She turned to Bruce and held out her hand, "Are you ready?" she asked.

"As I'll ever be," he chuckled taking her hand, "You know these sorts of things aren't my forte. My oldest on the other hand-"

"Don't you worry about a thing," Angelique reassured him, patting the hand she was holding before letting it go. "Y/N is an old pro- Ah! speak of the devil!" She swooped over and kissed you on either cheek. "You look absolutely divine, is that one of yours?"

"You know it is," you tell her laughing, returning the gesture. "As if I could walk in and NOT wear my own design, you'd never let me live it down."

"So true. Darling," she said grabbing your hand and pulling you over to Bruce, "I want you to meet Bruce. You'll be on stage together today. You know it's charity week and I though it would be great to highlight all the work you do for school arts programs along side the Wayne foundation," she said.

"Hello," you tell him, holding out your hand.

"Pleased to meet you," he said, taking the hand you offered warmly. Giving you his most charming smile. You did look good. And he could tell they hadn't done much to your face or your hair. "I'm a big fan of your work," he commented.

Your smile didn't falter but your eyes narrowed slightly. And Bruce cringed internally Shit. She thinks I mean the Playboy spread, he thought. "Your last movie, the drama, especially. The range of emotion and the depth- It really was incredible."

"Thank you," you tell him. "It was challenging but I really enjoyed it."

Bruce felt his face heat when Angelique coughed and he remembered hearing that you had the ability to make someone feel like they were the only person in the room. He'd forgotten for just a second. In just that brief moment that he was waiting for an appearance. "It showed I uh- my kids made fun of me when I cried at the end-"

"Aww, Angelique gushed, "This is amazing. you guys keep up this chemistry. It'll go totally viral." She bounced on the balls of her feet and kissed your cheek again, "I'll have someone bring you a coffee, sweetie. You're going to start wilting soon."

And before you could say anything or Bruce could offer to go and get it for you himself, Angelique had bustled off to find and assistant to give marching orders to.

[aryadelvich]

not me saying hurry but disappearing into thin air for hours🤪 thank you for answering and explaining ! <3 i think my request fits as fluffy..

.where i live it's very common to go to the beach (especially couples. it would b the equivalent of dinner & movies) however, i don't feel comfortable with my body, i have some “war marks”, so for me, going to the beach is something out of my reality.

so, a reader like that but how she and Luigi would go together. like, how would he encourage her to go, to wear a bikini? would he feel embarrassed if she chose to wear those clothes that cover the whole body? would he feel embarrassed about getting stares from people? would he feel so ashamed that he ignored her, like, "disguising" that they're a couple?

thank you again for answering and i'm sorry if it's too sensitive :s 🤍

God bless you and your kindness! ♥️ 💚

Hiii Anon! Hope you’re doing well!!!

When I first read your request, I wasn’t sure what exactly you meant by “war scars,” but I figured you might be referring to the S-word. So I went with that interpretation, hope I got it right!!!

Here’s the fluff, I really hope it resonates with you. If there’s anything you want to change, add, or tweak, don’t hesitate to let me know, I’d be more than happy to adjust it!

Hope it helps <3 <3

Updated Masterlist

You drew stars around my scars - Luigi Mangione x Reader

You live in Florida, where it’s completely normal to spend the day at the beach, walk around in a bikini, play volleyball, soak up the sun…

People here aren't exactly modest.

Except you.

And you were so over the constant comments.

“Why are you wearing a shirt? It’s so hot!”

“Come on, the waves are amazing today!”

And blah, blah, blah...

Like you didn’t want to have fun—when really, it wasn’t that at all.

You just didn’t want anyone to see. You didn’t want people to know.

And now, with a new boyfriend in the picture, things were starting to shift.

Luigi was… everything.

Sweet, funny, effortlessly attractive. The kind of guy everyone noticed when he walked into a room.

The kind of guy girls literally competed for.

And somehow, he’d chosen you.

You still weren’t sure how that happened.

Everything felt perfect. And maybe you hadn’t really thought about what came with being someone’s girlfriend—going out together, texting all the time, being touchy, sleeping over, all those couple-y things.

You hadn’t slept together yet.

The relationship was still too new, and you didn’t want to rush it—even if, deep down, part of you wanted nothing more.

Luigi didn’t make it easy.

Not on purpose—he was just naturally attractive in a way that made it really hard not to feel something. And the worst part? He had no idea. So when he told you he wanted to spend the day at the beach, you froze. He’d already planned everything—picnic, towels, sunscreen. The whole deal.

And you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You didn’t want to be the one to kill his excitement.

“You ready?” he asked, flashing that smile that somehow always made your chest feel too small.

You buttoned your shirt up a little more and gave him your best attempt at a smile.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, reaching out his hand for yours.

“Stop, Luigi…”

“What? I can’t compliment my amazing girlfriend?” he grinned, kissing your temple.

“You’re too much with the compliments,” you mumbled.

“I’m just telling the truth.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk pulling at your lips.

“Okay, so what about that dish I made you last week? You ate it and didn’t say a word. Just admit it—you hated it.”

“I did not hate it,” he said, looking away.

“Yeah, right. You’re such a bad liar.”

“It was… different,” he finally admitted. “But see? That just proves I don’t lie when I compliment you. A win is a win.”

You rolled your eyes as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, the other one carrying all the beach gear.

You crossed the parking lot, the gravel turning into sand beneath your feet.

And there it was—that familiar knot in your stomach. Heavy. Cold.

You gripped Luigi’s hand a little tighter.

He was the only thing grounding you.

“You okay?” he asked, glancing at you.

“I—I’m fine.”

He didn’t look convinced.

And you knew that once you found a spot, he’d ask again—because that’s who he was. He didn’t get it, but he wanted to. He cared.

The closer you got to the crowd, the worse it felt.

Were people staring? Or did it just feel like they were?

Your thoughts spiraled. You had to seem confident—but not too confident, or you’d come off arrogant.

You couldn’t laugh too loudly. You couldn’t talk too much.

And you definitely weren’t taking off your hat—it felt like a shield. A thin line between you and the world.

Your plan? Lay down your towel, stay put, and not move all afternoon.

That way, you couldn’t mess anything up.

And Luigi could enjoy his day without your issues dragging him down.

“What about here?” Luigi asked, gesturing toward a spot between an older couple and a group of teens.

You nodded. “Yeah… this is good.”

You weren’t really paying attention to anything he was doing. Your mind was spinning too fast.

You quickly laid down your towel and sat, trying to shrink into yourself.

Luigi dropped down next to you and kissed your temple.

“Okay, now tell me what’s going on. You’ve been acting weird since we got here. Did I do something? Did something happen? Please talk to me.”

He kept going, his voice soft but persistent. And it was honestly kind of sweet.

“Luigi, I’m fine. Just… tired, that’s all.”

“Mm-hm,” he said, clearly not buying it.

He took off his shirt, and you felt a surge of envy.

God, how was he so comfortable?

And also—wow. He looked really good.

“Can you put sunscreen on my back?”

You nodded and did as he asked, your fingers moving across his skin. Then, just to break the tension in your own chest, you started drawing letters.

“Stop writing weird stuff,” he laughed.

“Okay, okay.”

He turned around, eyes playful.

“You didn’t actually need help with sunscreen, did you?” you teased.

“What? It’s so hard! I swear,” he said dramatically. “I just wanted to keep the spark alive.”

“The spark? Please. That’s the last thing you need to worry about,” you replied, giving him a once-over.

“Hey, I’m shy!” he said, deadpan.

You whistled, just to mess with him—and for a moment, the knot in your stomach loosened.

But then he said, “Your turn. I’ll put some on you now.”

And just like that, the feeling came rushing back.

“No, it’s fine. Really.”

“Y/n,” he said gently, “you have to protect your skin.”

You hesitated.

Your fingers hovered at the hem of your shirt, heart pounding louder than the ocean crashing nearby. You could feel Luigi’s eyes on you—gentle, patient, encouraging.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

But you hated this. Hated how your fears clung to you like another layer of skin.

So, with a shaky breath, you forced yourself to pull the shirt over your head.

And for one brief second, there was silence.

Then came the snickering.

It was subtle at first—whispers, stifled laughs—but it hit you like a slap.

The group of teens sitting nearby had noticed.

You knew exactly what they were looking at.

“Damn…” one of them muttered under their breath, not even trying to hide it.

“What happened to her? That’s so gross,” another girl said, loud enough to carry.

“She looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost,” a boy chuckled.

The laughter that followed was sharp, cruel—cutting straight through you.

You froze. The heat of shame crept up your neck like wildfire, your skin burning in ways the sun couldn’t replicate.

Your first instinct was to grab your shirt and run—to disappear. To vanish under the sand.

But before you could even reach for it, Luigi stood.

“Hey!” His voice cracked through the noise like thunder.

The group flinched, startled. The laughter died instantly. Luigi stormed over to the group, rage practically radiating off him. You had never seen him like this before. He was usually calm—sure, he liked to debate, loved a good argument—but this? This was personal. And even though you were stuck somewhere between shame and disbelief, watching him stand up for you like that erased every ounce of doubt. The way he was defending you? You felt invincible.

“The hell does this old dude want?” one of the boys sneered, rising to his feet with a mocking smirk.

“You little punks,” Luigi snapped. “No one ever taught you manners? That girl over there? She’s my girlfriend. Nobody laughs at her.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, hit us?” another scoffed, puffing out his chest.

You rushed forward, grabbing Luigi’s arm, trying to ground him. He was losing patience fast, and you didn’t want this to spiral—especially not in front of everyone.

If things escalated, he’d be the one blamed. They were just kids, and the law always gave them a pass.

But things only got worse.

“What’s going on here?” a man’s voice snapped. A dad, one of theirs. He was already marching over. “Why are you yelling at my son?”

Luigi straightened up, jaw clenched but still composed.

“I wouldn’t have said anything if your son hadn’t been out of line, sir.”

“Oh, come on. You’re arguing with teenagers?” the man scoffed, clearly defensive.

“I’m well aware. And I don’t care. I don’t tolerate disrespect—especially not toward people I love.”

Then Luigi added, cool and sharp, “Maybe if you taught your kid better, I wouldn’t have to step in.”

The father’s eyes narrowed. “Watch it. Don’t talk about my parenting.”

“Your son and his friends laughed at my girlfriend. So no—I won’t back off until she gets a proper apology.”

The man turned to you, as if just noticing you for the first time.

“And you? Why aren’t you speaking for yourself?”

His tone wasn’t curious. It was accusing. Trying to shame you in front of a crowd that, by now, was definitely watching.

But Luigi didn’t let him push you.

“You talk to me,” he said, stepping in. “She doesn’t owe you anything.”

The father turned back to his son. “Is that true?” he asked, voice colder now.

The boy stared at the ground. “Yeah.”

The man sighed, rubbing his temples. “Apologize. All of you. Now. And that’s the last time I step in for something like this. Next time? No more hanging out with your friends—you’ll be spending weekends with your mom and grandma instead. That’ll teach you not to act like little punks.”

One by one, the teens muttered their apologies. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. And when you and Luigi walked back to your towels, the tension slowly began to fade.

“Bunch of little gremlins,” he muttered. “This generation’s toast.”

You burst out laughing, the sound finally freeing itself from your chest.

The way he said it—like a grumpy old man who’d just scolded the neighborhood kids—was way too funny.

You reached into the cooler, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and handed it to him with a soft kiss on his bare shoulder.

“You’re so brave,” you teased. “Facing off against a group of teenagers. Real courage.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Hey, I take my battles seriously. I won’t let anyone disrespect you. Not on my watch.”

You rolled your eyes. It was such a cliché thing to say—but it was also the sweetest. Then he looked at you again, more carefully this time. His gaze flicked to your scars���quiet, honest—and then returned to your eyes.

“Is that why you were so quiet earlier?” he asked gently.

You hesitated, then nodded. “I didn’t tell you because… I didn’t want to bother you with my stuff.”

He frowned, clearly annoyed by that.

“You could never bother me. Ever. And about your scars… You don’t owe me any explanation. If you want to talk about it, then talk. If you don’t, then don’t. All I care about is making sure you feel safe and that you know that I will always be there.”

He leaned in, cupping your face in his hands, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead like it was the most sacred thing in the world. Then, he gently took your arms in his hands, lifting them with care, and started kissing each scar.

One after the other.

Looking into your eyes between each kiss, like he was checking if it was okay—if you still felt safe.

You shivered with every soft press of his lips, overwhelmed by how tender it was.

“You are,” he whispered, eyes locked with yours, “the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

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[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

7

“What is it?” Dr. Trafalgar barked, returning his attention to the patient in front of him. 

You flinched at his harsh tone but forced yourself to answer, “I-ivermectin. She gave him an entire tube.” 

“F/N, you shouldn't be back here.” Shachi interrupted, quickly moving around the dome Law had formed to lead you out of the treatment area.

“Why didn't anyone tell me?” You huffed brushing the redhead’s hand off your forearm when you reached an empty exam room. 

For some reason that stung a bit. 

“Awe, don't make that face. He doesn't really share if you aren't medical staff. It's nothing personal.” He placed his hands on your shoulders, “It’s for everyone's safety. The hate for devil fruits runs deep. You know that.” 

“You're right,” You sighed, “Can you please confirm that he heard me? She was trying to cure his cancer.” 

“I'm sure he already knows,” Shachi offered a small smile, “but I'll tell him.” 

He left the room while you collected yourself and headed back to finish doing paperwork with the client. 

“The doctor or a tech should be in soon to update you. Please step out into the lobby if you need anything.” As you reached for the knob the door pushed open into you. 

Law stepped in with a stern expression. He held the door open but didn't move any further forcing you to duck under his extended arm. His gaze followed you briefly as you apologized and excused yourself. 

It took a bit for you to relax. It wasn't that you were angry, you couldn't blame him or the staff for not telling you. You’d known Dr. Newgate longer after all. Chopper hung out with you outside of work and was comfortable enough to shift forms in front of you. 

This felt so strange, awkward even. 

It bothered you.

Law ignored you for the most part. Even outside of work. 

You scoffed to yourself thinking about how he just walked away from you in the grocery store. How he’d hardly responded to your greetings. How his eyes rarely met yours but you could feel them clock you when you entered the same room. The way he tipped your chin so carefully that morning. 

“F/N,” Bepo’s call sent your soul out of your body, “I'm sorry… day shift is headed out if you don't need anything.” 

“Oh, no-uh, I'll be headed out soon too.” You glanced at the time and back toward the Mink, “Have a good night.” 

“You too.” He offered a wave before turning back to the treatment area. 

After getting your things together you closed down and made your way back to the ward to clean up Azul 's kennel. You turned the corner to see the navy clad doctor lying on the floor. His head and shoulders were inside the kennel while you could hear Azul 's tail thumping away merrily. 

“Silly girl,” he murmured in that tone you wished you heard more. 

“She really likes you.” 

Your voice had him scrambling and in his haste he sat up slamming his head into the kennel above him. 

“Shit.” 

“I'm so sorry!” You dropped down to assist him. 

Dr. Trafalgar scooted out of the small space rubbing his head with one hand and holding up the other to stop you from getting too close. 

“I'm fine.” 

You watched him stand as Azul followed and trotted up to greet you. 

“I have bad timing today it seems.” 

“I was just checking her surgery leg. It's healed well.” He ignored your attempt to break the building tension. 

“Oh,” Law watched you deflate a bit, “thanks.” 

“Yeah.” He stepped around you, “Uh, have a good night.” 

“You… too?” You trailed off realizing he was already out of earshot. 

With a sigh you gathered your girl and left for the evening. 

“Why would he be mad at you?" Marco asked incredulously.

"I dunno." You shrugged "but he sure seemed mad.”

"He's just very private." He signed the form you'd placed in front of him. 

"So, what should I do?"

"Hell if I know-yoi." He glanced up at you before pushing the form back to you "But you work together so you need to figure it out."

"Oh thanks, very helpful." You rolled your eyes. "You're so welcome."

"I'm going to HR." You quipped. 

“Have a good weekend F/N." He chuckled 

"You too, I guess." you waved, “And happy birthday.”

“Thanks-yoi.” He called back. 

Your boss’s birthday was always celebrated as a huge party at the Newgate compound. This year you decided not to attend just to make sure Azul was taken care of. You also had to work.   

The next day Dr. Trafalgar was more irritable. You didn't know why. All of his patients were doing fine and being discharged including the puppy that had been accidentally poisoned. Late that afternoon he'd come up to the lobby angry that you'd attached a radiograph to a chart upside down. 

“Go easy on her, she's not medical staff.” Penguin argued. 

“Then you teach her how to do it properly.” The doctor snapped and stormed out. 

“What's his deal?” You looked at the tech wide eyed. 

“Tomorrow's his birthday. He's always a jerk around this time of year. Don't take it too personally.” He waved his hand dismissively. 

“So, he hates his birthday?” 

Penguin frowned, “It's not really my place to unpack that F/N.” 

“Maybe we should decorate or something? I feel bad, we've never celebrated it before.” You turned to note his birthday in the office calendar. 

“I think he prefers it this way. Really, don't worry about it.” 

After work, ignoring Penguin’s advice you brought down the birthday decorations kept in the back office and sifted through to find something you felt would suit the moody surgeon. You settled on a birthday banner with black cats and some black and yellow balloons. His birthday was over the weekend, so you planned to bring in treats and a card on Monday morning. 

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You entered the hospital with an assortment of baked goods and other treats for the entire staff to share. Realizing you didn’t know much about what Law might like, you decided that a gift card to Sanji’s cafe would be the best route. So, you signed the kitchie card and slipped it inside before putting it at Law’s yet-to-be seen decorated desk. 

After setting that up you headed for the breakroom to start your morning routine. You rounded the corner to find a tall blonde picking Dr. Trafalgar’s mug out of the cabinet. 

“Oh, uh -” You stifled yourself as the stranger turned around to face you. 

His hair was tied up neatly into a bun with a very clean cropped undercut. A scar stretched from his hairline to the arc of his left brow. He smiled softly as his gaze fell over you. 

When had Marco hired someone new?

“Good morning,” he rumbled, “you must be the receptionist -” he snapped his fingers trying to recall the name Marco had given him. 

“F/N.” you smiled back, “I’m sorry Dr. Newgate didn’t tell me we had a new hire or I’d have a welcome packet for you.” 

“Oh, so the pastries aren’t for me?” he nodded toward the spread you’d set up moments before his arrival. 

“It was both of the doctor’s birthdays over the weekend.”

“I’ll have to make sure to make it back down for my birthday then.” he winked, “Names Hongo, the Locum DVM* covering for Marco while he’s out.” 

Your brows knit in confusion, “While he’s out?”

“Yeah, some family - uh - stuff came up over the weekend.” He moved his hands as he spoke, “Everyone is ok, he’ll just be out the next week or so.”

“Ah, well, welcome. If you need any help getting acclimated just let me know.” 

“Thanks, I’m sure I’ll be bothering you quite a bit. First order of business is figuring out this fancy coffee machine.” He turned toward the counter.

“No worries,” you chuckled, “That’s part of my morning duties. I’ll get the pot going and set out everyone’s mugs.”

The familiar cadence of Law’s Italian leather boots coming down the hall caught your attention.

“You must be Trafalgar,” Hongo said looking behind you, “I was just getting acquainted with F/N here.”

Dr. Trafalgar’s brows raised slightly before dropping back to his usual uninterested expression, “You’re Shanks’ friend, thanks for covering.”

His gaze moved between you and the blonde before finally landing on his mug.

“Rounds should be starting soon,” You interrupted, moving to gently take the favored yellow mug from the relief vet, “I’ll get the coffee going for all of you.”

“Thanks.” he smiled down at you before making his way to the door.

“You’re welcome Doctor.” 

“Just Hongo is fine.” He winked at you again before slipping out of the room.

Law crossed his arms and turned for the doorway as well, “Don’t let him use my cup.”

“I’ll leave it on your desk doc.” you chuckled as he stepped out. 

*Locum DVM - locum is a temporary replacement. DVM is a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine 

[yooglefics]

The casual type: 05 . The art of paying attention

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader Wordcount: 3,354 words Genre ( for the whole series ): AU. College!verse. Strangers to friends with benefits to ???. Eventual smut. Hurt / comfort at times. Fluff for cute friends. Summary:  ( Series ) • Hobi and his girlfriend set you up with a friend of hers to help with whatever happened months back. However, no one really expected things to end the way they did. ( Ep. 05 ) • Sometime the little details mean more than people think. More info under read more.

Includes ( this chapter ): The squad<3. Subin my love. And other new characters. A kind of out of nowhere jump in time ( just a few weeks ) because the writing just flowed like that, I don't know what to tell you. A mini-drama ( this is the spoiler I posted on ko-fi the other week ) and a bigger drama.  Author's note: so… I'm sorry this took so long to be updated Y_Y As you may know, inspiration hasn't been too good these days, but after some lovely comments and knowing people are interested in this story, I finally finished this chapter, so thank you! Also, let me know if you figured out what the drama was before the end, or if you had a theory about it, etc. Hopefully you like this one, and remember to leave a comment, reblog, send an ask, follow or what not, to help my motivation. Thank you for reading <3

“Kang Subin, queer and honorable member of the divorced parents club.” Is how your roommate introduces herself friday night, pointing to the latter as the reason she is only now, a month after classes started, arriving to campus and the city in general. 

She says her dad insisted on doing a year abroad as he did, assisting to his Alma Mater and hopefully fall in love with the city to move full time with him. And she did love it… a little too much. She admits the change of scenery was liberating, she could be a totally different Subin from the one in Seoul, and sadly that meant neglecting her notes and putting at risk her art history degree.

You're glad to note she will be joining you ( and some of your friends on occasion ) for classes, since she managed to keep her notes high enough to not lose her first semester. And then you spend the weekend getting to know each other, practically becoming friends overnight. Subin says it must be a you thing, and shaking your head no, you confess essentially begging the administration for a roommate because you're stuck with silly boys and all girls hate you because you aren't cool like them. She laughs, asks if that means the plan is making everyone hate her too and be stuck with you. And you freak out a little, but her laugh keeps flowing across the dormroom and you know she is joking; you know that things would be fine.

Monday arrives and between classes, you continue to give Subin small tours of the campus, mostly the art building and where all the vending machines are. 

“There's more than I thought, could you make me a map?” She jokingly asks.

“I'll ask Jungkook for the one we made last semester,” you know he has it because it was offered to Yoongi before.

“Hey, y/n!” calls Taehyung, appearing at the other end of the hall with Yoongi, and when he asks “you got some gum?”, you know they were just on a smoke break.

“Oh, hi, Tae. Nice to see you.” Sarcastic tone all over it, “are you having a nice morning?”

He rolls his eyes and Yoongi laughs at his side.

“Sorry, I'm actually not. And I'm running late,” still you give him a look and as a little kid he repends. “Hi, you guys look pretty today, as alway.” He adds before you can argue anything, and only then Subin chuckles, understanding this must be part of your dynamic. “Do you happen to have some gum for us, your lovely friends?”

“Yes, actually.” Taking one strap off, you move your backpack to your front, looking for the little package they keep stealing from. “Here,” you hand one wrapper to Tae, who starts running in the other direction immediately, screaming how much he loves you. And a “nice to meet you!” to Subin.

Everyone laughs, Yoongi turning back in your direction after Taehyung disappears down the hallway.

“You want one?” You ask and before being able to stop yourself, you add, “Is cherry, though” 

“Of course it is,” he smiles and you look away, pretending it's only to search for another one to offer Subin. Memories of friday’s night invading your psyche and shyness your whole body. 

Well, that's your own fault.

“Thank you,” she says, looking at the two of you while unwrapping it. “I'm Subin, by the way, the new roommate.” 

“Oh, she actually found one!”

“Just hoping she doesn't abandon me too,” you pout and Subin wraps one arm around yours.

“Never.”

“Yoongi,” He introduces, thumb pointing to himself and then behind, “And that was Taehyung, but I guess you'd meet the whole squad later.”

“Ah, yeah. I've been told she collects cute guys.”

“Did someone actually say that?” Yoongi asks when you're not even surprised.

“Yeah and when I asked about girls she looked relieved,” subin goes on, “I actually wanted to know, you know.”

Yoongi and you laugh, “someone doesn't like competition,” both say in unison.

“I told you, they lied.”

“Well, I can't really say that yet. I've to look first,” Subin insists, walking through the cafeteria's door. And it doesn't bother you because it comes from a place of curiosity and not horniness. No shame to anyone, your friends are hot, but you've known them for so long and know they have other great attributes that sometimes it feels superficial and it bothers you.

Besides, as a friend, you need to keep their egos just high enough to be healthy for everyone involved.

“Listen, kids,” calling for the table's attention, you stand in front of them, “this is Subin, my—”

“New roommate?” Asks Jungkook, remembering the text you sent, and you nod excitedly.

“That's Jungkook, he is in music and sports.”

“Which ones?”

“All. Some. We don't have time for that,” you joke, but only continue with the rest of his introduction after the youngest clarifies is soccer and box this year. “Oh, he also takes an art class with Taehyung and I, and now you, this semester. You know Tae from earlier, the one who keeps stealing my gum.”

“You're the one that tells me to not show up to class with cigarette breath!” He pushes back against accusations.

“I think she wants you to buy your own,” Jimin suggests.

“Or quit,” adds Hobi and the table laughs even more.

“That’s Hobi, the group's mom.” Tae offers after.

“Does that make Mai the dad?” Jungkook asks, with a serious expression on his face.

“I'm telling her so,” Yoongi says, already phone in hand and texting his best friend.

“You'll have to meet Mai later, she is great,” you continue, “but Tae is in arts. And Hobi and Jimin, are both dancers,” index finger pointing at their direction as you say each name, “and well, you already know that's Yoongi, he is in music too.”

“And the last new guy, right?” Subin remembers from your talk earlier after she met him for the first time, “I guess I took your title.”

“Are we enemies now?” He jokes, “I was about to offer you my chair, but now I don't know.”

Again, laughs all around and before anyone can think about the sitting arrangement too seriously, Jungkook is standing up, saying he needs to go back to the house before his next class.

“Oh, you are the biker from friday!” Subin exclaims as Jungkook’s helmet comes into view, everyone turning to look at her, “can't believe I forgot to ask you.”

And then five pairs of eyes are on you, all but Yoongi's, since he doesn't need an explanation. 

“...What?” Asks Tae, finally.

“Had to call her to my rescue because I lost my key and from the hallway's window I saw someone drop her off on a motorcycle,” she explains, “that's when the girl told me about you collecting cute guys.”

“But that wasn't me,” says Jungkook.

“Yeah, you weren't with us that night. We were all at the house, so who was it?” Ask Jimin, and the curiosity in his voice makes you nervous. You have never lied to them, and starting right now without preparation is terrifying.

However nothing compares to the feeling on your stomach when Yoongi answers, “it was me, actually.” And without a beat, your friends are looking at him now, “What?”

“You what now?” Mister interrogation Tae goes on, “Why were you together? What time was it? Was it late?”

“You were alone? Why?” Asks Hobi.

“We can't hang out now?” You ask back, wasn't he who set you up in the first place? And yes, it didn't turn out the way they planned it, but wasn't the whole premise to get to know Yoongi?

“Not what I meant,” he corrects, “Just… you didn't say anything.”

“Well, you guys canceled, what were we supposed to do? Not do anything just because you weren't with us?” Yoongi answers before you. 

“And we just hang out, you know, eat junk food and chat. Nothing to write home about.”

“Aww,” coos Jungkook, sliding his arm over your shoulders, “does that mean you missed us? You really love us, uh?” you pull back, sticking your tongue at him and pushing him towards the exit, telling him to hurry because if he is late to class you aren't covering for him again.

Thankfully, that's enough to get them off your back and Subin’s arrival provides better entertainment through the lunch hour, as your friends don't hold back on their questions to get to know her. And you're glad they seem to like her as much as you do.

“So… should I've not mentioned the bike thing?” worries Subin later, when everyone has left and is only her and Yoongi at the table.

“Don't worry about it.” He reassures her, offering a tangerine slice when she doesn't return the smile. “Seriously.” 

Is not her fault, he thinks. He can't blame the guys either for wondering and going into big brother mode as soon as they hear you're hanging out with someone, since the prevalence of that is not the best right now. And although he does feels bad about keeping things a secret from them, mostly Hoseok, who Yoongi himself give the “you better be careful with what you do with my best friend” talk, it consoles him a bit to know that the both of you are on the same page with what you have. 

Maybe if they knew it wouldn't be a big deal, he thinks. Better him than anyone else, right?

Putting away your phone and with the excuse of going to the bathroom before class, Subin and Tae follow their journey to the second floor without you and without suspecting anything. As you walk in front of one of the classrooms, a hand wraps around your forearm and pulls you in.

“What th—!” scream is interrupted when you recognize Yoongi. “You almost gave me a heart attack! I could've punched you.” And with adrenaline still running through your body, you actually push his shoulder with less force than you first intended.

“Ouch.” He rubs the place you hit, dramatically, as he explains, “Sorry, I panicked. There were people around and I didn't want to scream your name”

“Yeah, we should be careful after what happened at the cafeteria. Good save, by the way.”

“You own me,” he quickly returns.

“I do not,” you deny, crossing your arms, “You were the one insisting on going into the parking lot, I told you to leave me at the gate.”

“Well, forgive me for being a gentleman.”

You laugh, “and modest.”

Yoongi smiles, relaxing his body against the wall beside the door, “are you telling Subin about us?” he asks before you can question him about why he asked to meet.

Uncrossing your arms, you fiddle with your nails instead, scratching the acrylic paint off of them. “What is your opinion on that?”

“You can't answer a question with a question, miss.”

“Well… I don't know.” Is your final answer after a few seconds of silence. “She is cool and I really think we’re going to be friends and maybe I can gossip to her about you.”

He chuckles at that.

“And also she said sorry and asked if it was supposed to be a secret.”

“Really?” Yoongi sounds surprised, “She asked me that too earlier and I told her to not worry.”

“I feel bad about it because it seems like she is actually worried she messed up,” you share, “maybe I should just come clean. Only to her, at least. But of course not, if you don't want to.”

“No, it's okay. I think is good you have someone to talk to. And she seems nice.”

You nod in agreement, relieved you don't have to start hiding things from Subin as soon as you two met.

“Also,” Yoongi goes on, holding your hips and bringing you closer to him. You allow him to without much thinking. “It was nothing to write home about?”

“What?” 

“Friday night, you said that earlier.” 

“Did your ego get hurt?” You tease.

“No. But I didn't know you were a liar.” he throws back and you laugh. “I'm going to call you Pinocchio now.”

At that, you gasp, “stop giving me nicknames!”

And your attempt to pull away is just that, an attempt, because between laughs he holds you closer. “But is funny. And all of them are true.”

“They aren't.”

“Are so.”

“I don't like you.”

“That's not what I got from friday.”

“Yoongiii—.” you gasp again, his laugh louder this time.

Wanting a clarification stops him from dumping his phone back into the duffle bag and so, throwing the strap over his shoulder, he makes his way over to Chris and other teammates. 

“Are you ready to go?” His roommate asks, and Yoongi nods, “good, I'm just waiting for Ha-ri.” 

“Hey!” As they turn around, it is not difficult to recognize her as one of the cheerleaders since she is carrying her pom-poms and all, but is only as they continue talking that Yoongi realizes who she is, “sorry, I was saying goodbye to the girls and planning for next practice.” 

“Don't worry, babe.” 

“You must be Yoongi, hi,” she waves her free hand enthusiastically enough the pendant on her bracelet makes a jiggly sound, catching his attention “welcome to the university. And the team. Go, Bears!”

She seems nice, Yoongi thinks, “Go, bears!” first in the air, he chuckles in response before they all make their way to the parking lot and to Chris’s car.

The drive home is short and filled with questions about his last school and the reason he transferred, which Yoongi manages to give simple and vague answers that satisfy Ha-ri’s curiosity. It definitely helps that he has been questioned about it more than once the last few weeks, giving him more than one chance to practice before today.

The more weeks pass, the less people ask. And soon the mystery of his arrival is pushed to the side as people decide to talk about his accomplishments in the basketball games.

Every now and then someone recognizes him as an ex Tiger's player, and asks why he changed teams, but before anything can get to deep, a “well, now you are on the right team,” or something alike is thrown his way and he couldn't be more glad for the rivalry between the universities.

For what is worth, the change has proven to have been a good decision. Of course he is nostalgic for the past and he misses hanging out with Mai more often, but he has friends, basketball and music. He has even been planning to perform at school events with Jungkook as he did with Jay back then. 

It feels like he is starting to build a new life, and it wasn't as difficult as his brain told him it could be.

With chuseok around the corner the university starts to plan the events for the weekend and some professors feel generous enough to give extra credits for participation. Others just used it as an excuse to make the assignments related to it, that's his and Jungkook’s case.

Yours is the first one, because getting a good grade for hanging out with your friends sounds too good to pass out. That's why for the last few days you have been following them around taking pictures and notes, preparing your article about their performance Saturday night. 

“Are you done?” Yoongi asks from his spot at the end of the bed when you take the headphones off, the ones he made you wear so he wouldn't have to listen to himself on the interview recording.

“Yep. I only need Kook's side and I'm done,” end of the sentence elongates a bit, arms in the air as you stretch your back.

“How long for him to be here? I need him to go over something before he eats and gets a food coma.”

“I'm glad you're already prepared for that,” you giggle, “Because he is not even seeing my texts.”

“He is still busy?”

“Yeah, kissing someone for sure. Does he think I don't have things to do too?” 

“Like making out with someone too?” he jokes, putting his guitar down on the bed, deciding to take a break too.

“Why? Are you jealous?” you tease, trying not to laugh and is surprising when you're met with a serious expression as you spin around on his desk chair.

 “I thought the rule was to tell if there were other people.”

“I'm just kidding,”

“Wow, a comedian.” he rolls his eyes, and you know he is only pretending to be annoyed.

So, you push. “I'm funnier than you, don't get mad.”

“Cocky.” 

“What, you don't find confidence attractive?”

“Oh, I find a lot of things about you attractive.” 

Touche; you think as a smirk appears proudly on his face and makes you turn around, shy reaction at the security of this voice.

And he laughs. Of course.

“Shut up, Yoongi.”

“If you want to kiss me, just do it,” he only has to stretch a bit to pull on the chair, making you turn to him again and bringing you close.

And you do kiss him.

Not only to erase his stupid and attractive gummy smile, but also because you've missed it.

With projects and exams, with Yoongi not only being in a different major but also in his third year, hanging out only the two of you hasn't happened as much. 

You don't mind. You understand that is not a priority and there is something relaxing about it being an unspoken agreement, something that you truthly appreciate. 

But you would be lying if you said that you didn't miss Yoongi's lips against yours and the way his hand cups your cheek, still gentle as he tries to lead the kiss. 

Looking for closeness, your hand finds balance on his tight, making you contemplate ditching the comfiness of the desk chair for a sit on his lap.

“Is pizza night, baby!” breaks through the house before you can make another move, making you jump and pull away on instinct. Moving out of Yoongi's reach, even hitting the desk with the back of the chair as you stand up in record time.

“Careful,” he murmurs and you don't understand why he isn't freaking out. Even dears to chuckle.

“Min, come out!” another voice calls out.

“That's not Jungkook,” you say as a matter of fact, your brain still in shock.

“I'm starting to think he stood us up.” He stands up, looking at his phone still without texts from the younger guy, “Wanna meet my roommates? They have pizza, apparently.”

And your empty stomach makes the executive decision to hide your shame, and disappointment, in exchange for some food.

You're introduced to Jin first, who introduces Namjoon while taking the knife out of his hand with a “let hyung do it.”

“I swear he never lets me hold a knife for more than five seconds,” he says and you find it adorable, but Namjoon seems genuinely confused and maybe a bit hurt by it. 

You wonder what more there's to that. But before you can ask anything, a third roommate comes out of the kitchen, “Is for your own good and the wellbeing of everyone involved,” he says, making your whole body tense as the familiar voice rings through your ears.

“That's Chris.” Jin says, and you almost answer that you know, but for a second it is even hard to breathe.

Nevertheless, you don't need to say anything, because your silence is everything Yoongi needed to confirm that an introduction isn't necessary and in fact, you'd probably rather forget about him. 

Because is him.

The guy who hurt you.

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♱ the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it? (jeremiah 17:9)

the library was your refuge, your safe haven. everyone was quiet there, and you got to indulge in literature without anyone harassing you or calling you names, commonplace at st. ephrem academy. you wished the teasing was stop; but you comforted yourself with the lull of john 15:18: "if the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you."

the librarian, miss helen, was a kind woman, she kept books for you in the back (mainly religious texts) and often gave you little updates on how her two cats, holden and atticus, were doing. sometimes, she even let you stay after closing or go into the teacher's lounge room to pray while she grabbed a coffee.

the library wasn't exactly bursting at the seams, but it was a little more full than usual. there were free seats, but those were at tables where kids were chatting and using the library as a rec room. the only seat next to someone who didn't look overly social or that they'd make fun of you was a brown-haired boy hunched over a book. perfect. he wouldn't bother you. right? (oh, how you were wrong.)

you took a seat next to the boy, slipping your backpack onto the back of the creaky wooden chair and taking a seat. you opened your bible, turning the page to 1 peter. the words had become second nature to you, and you were on your way to memorizing each chapter in order. it was a slow process, but fun for you.

what snapped you out of your devout focus was the sound of a wrapper crinkling. you turned to your left to see the brown-haired boy shoving a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth. he caught your gaze and sheepishly started to chew a tad bit slower.

"you're not supposed to have food in here." you lean towards him a little, hissing under your breath as you chastise him and point to the sign that said no food or drinks! right next to miss helen's desk..

he blinked up at you, eyes wide like a little kid who was getting in trouble for eating playdoh. which was actually a pretty good metaphor for the situation. then, he shrugged casually. "well, a cookie never hurt anybody." he chirped before taking a bite out of the cookie again.

you scoffed. "that's not true."

"oh, really?" he deadpanned, raising a brow. "who has it hurt?"

got me there. you furrowed your brow, your tongue poking your cheek. "...someone," you managed, staring at the cookie in his hand intently. ignoring the growling in your stomach— you'd decided to fast today— you debated the options of snatching it out of his hand. what would jesus do? you pondered.

"do you want a bite?" glancing up, a pair of blue eyes blinked at you through his glasses. gently, he offered the cookie out to you.

you blinked. that was kind of him. but you shook your head gently and replied, "i can't. i'm fasting."

"why?"

it was such a simple question. it sounded eerily like your three-year-old cousin, always asking why to everything. but he asked it in a genuine, curious tone— not when other kids asked you questions about religion just to tease or make fun of you. he genuinely wanted to know. "to overcome temptation. it says so in matthew," you inform.

his brow furrowed, face scrunched up in concentration. "but... aren't you hungry?"

"i suppose," you mutter under your breath, tugging on one of your ponytails.

"so, have a bite." he instructed gently, holding the cookie out again. a few crumbs fell into your lap, and you quickly scrambled to brush them off.

"i can't."

"but what if you get too hungry and you turn into a zombie and start eating people instead?" he pried, voice as serious as ever, yet his words were absurd.

you stared at him blankly. "you're insane."

"no, i'm charlie." a dumb, dopey grin spread across his face, like a proud dad who'd successfully executed the perfect dad joke.

for reasons you couldn't explain, you sighed and played into his little joke. your tone deadpan, you replied, "hi, charlie."

the boy's— charlie's— smile grew wider as he leaned forward, propping his elbow up on the table, cheek resting in his palm as he stared at you with a warm look on his face. "what's your name?"

"elizabeth-anne," you glance around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to your conversation. they weren't.

"you have a nickname?" charlie chirped, looking pleased with himself (and right at you.)

you shake your head gently, ribboned ponytails flapping against your back. "no. i respect the name my Lord gave me."

he pauses, tapping his chin. "i know! lizzy would be a good nickname for you."

you recoil slightly hearing the nickname on his lips. "that's not elizabeth-anne," you say slowly, trying to hammer in the ideals of keeping the name the Lord gave you. but then again, you couldn't help but feel a little fuzzy in your heart that someone wanted to give you a nickname. there was a subtle intimacy to the act. slowly, charlie's expression started to fall, and you quickly scrambled to add, "but... it's better than beth."

"lizzy it is then." he beams. "and if i give you a nickname, that means you're my friend. and as your friend, i'm telling you, you should eat." he slides the cookie towards you for the third time, gesturing for you to eat it. you were hesitant, and charlie could tell, so he decided to see if the dog would bite the bone. "if you don't know how, i can teach y—"

"i know how," you snap, glancing around and making sure miss helen wasn't looking before biting into the cookie slowly and as quietly as possible. it was good.

"see? not so bad, is it?" charlie grinned proudly. "my mom's a baker."

"no..." you replied slowly, surprised on how good it tasted. "it's not."

he looked pleased. "i'm glad." then, he turned back to the thick book he was reading— you glanced to the book's spine and read dungeon and dragons: master's guide. a chill ran through your spine. that was one of the games they warned you about at church.

"that game promotes satanic activites, you know," you couldn't help but blurt.

charlie looked up from his book, brushing the brown locks out of his face. "...huh?"

you gesture wildly to the book, a look of horror on your face. but charlie just lets out an amused chuckle, a guffaw, and asks in an incredulous voice: "you think i'm summoning satan in the school library?"

"well, when you put it like that..." you frowned, turning back to your book.

charlie peered over your shoulder, and after a few seconds of silence, chirped, "do you only read the bible?"

you paused. "not only, but mostly."

"you should try reading something else. like a palette cleanser." he glanced over to see the look of horror on your face and quickly added, "b—because it'll make reading the bible more fun after! it will be like re-reading it for the first time all over again."

that sounded plausible. so you let charlie lead you over to the romance section (you made charlie walk behind you as to cover you from the prying eyes) and pick out a book for you.

a book with a cover of a boat and light blue forget-me-nots. huh. it looked alright, you supposed, and no one could guess it was a romance book. "my mom likes this one," charlie added gently, placing the book in your hands.

you looked up at him and smiled. "thank you, charlie." and to charlie, hearing his name on your lips sounded the same as the angel's song when you were to enter the pearly gates.

[mirrorball-leclerc]

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he said, 'amor, i have a surprise for you.' i'm patiently waiting to see what it is. update: the surprise is just lando... again 🙄

penelope trevino quick, when someone says, 'i have surprise for you' what does one normally think?

rowan todd well, last time pierre told me that we got a dog, so a dog.

natalia ruiz a dog, charlie did the same thing.

zoya torres well he said 'we have a problem' and it was his parents, whom i was meeting for the first time ever.

mick schumacher considering i told freya 'i did a thing' and i had gotten angie, i'd think a dog.

daniel jones-ricciardo i got a cat the last time she said that.

daphne jones-ricciardo i got a heart attack because it was followed by the words 'i got in an accident'

penelope trevino I TOLD YOU TWO!!

lando norris but aren't i a nice surprise? penelope trevino you have a girlfriend, spend time with her for the love of god. bailey winters he just tells me to spend time with max and p so he can spend time with his boyfriend.

carlos sainz but amor, you love lando!

mae jones-verstappen praying carlos sainz lives to see another day.

isabella perez he may have survived appendicitis but he will not survive pissing off penny.

pato o'ward he's about to learn that you never piss off a mexican woman. dulce perez rip carlos sainz, you would've hated to see max win another gp

gael perez rip carlos sainz, oscar can finally let out a sigh of relief

oscar piastri why am i always getting involved in shit?

lewis hamilton does carlos hate oscar because lando loves oscar and carlos wishes that was him?

fernando alonso he wants that mclaren seat back sebastian vettel you two are the biggest instigators in this group chat. fernando alonso it's a talent

rhys jones it's like watching a tennis match but only one cares and the other doesn't

penelope trevino BACK TO MY PROBLEM PEOPLE!

lance stroll carlos has attachment issues and lando imprinted on him like a baby duck.

pierre gasly alternative: carlos and lando have been cheating on their girlfriends with each other.

bailey winters i hate that i can actually believe that. penelope trevino why is that actually believable?

carlos sainz we are not that bad.

zoya torres if trevor noah can make a joke about lando looking like more of a couple with his former teammate (carlos) than his own girlfriend (bailey) it's bad.

lando norris we may have a problem.

penelope trevino you think?

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he's crashing another date. i could probably hurt him. i may be smiling but i need a bottle of patron to get me through the day. she's going to kill me. mclaren you know who to blame when i mysteriously die

penelope trevino quick, say something so i won't kill lando.

rowan todd you'll go to jail?

penelope trevino not good enough

isabella perez jesus will never let you forget this.

penelope trevino we're getting there.

zoya torres you'll never be able to see little jewel again?

penelope trevino thank you for that reminder zoya.

bailey winters i can call his mom for you? that's what i tend to do when he pisses me off or i call ria and she reminds him that i wrote a heartbreaking album about him.

bailey winters and if none of that works i call max, who laughs in his face for hours on end.

daphne jones-ricciardo or you could talk to them, like normal people

penelope trevino you think i haven't tried that yet? it's impossible to get through to them daph!

dulce perez they're like his work parents, he needs them around 24/7

isabella perez personally, i wouldn't let this slide.

mae jones-verstappen throw him into the slammer!!

natalia ruiz all of you guys have third wheels that suck. i love my third wheel.

penelope trevino not all of us can have a joris natalia!

natalia ruiz at least it's lando and not like pierre, who would be an annoying third wheel.

rowan todd okay, that's my boyfriend nat.

natalia ruiz you cannot be publicly defending a man who makes 🐶 jokes or calls himself tripod

bailey winters EMBARRASSING!!

rowan todd your boyfriend would rather spend time third wheeling his best friend than spend time with you.

bailey winters

rowan todd never make fun of me again bailey.

mae jones-verstappen she was obviously starving

isabella perez somewhere on the coast.

rowan todd you two are comedians.

daphne jones-ricciardo i see now why this group chats is named what it is.

daphne jones-ricciardo you're all fucked in the head.

natalia ruiz daphne's never one to reply but she always roasts the shit out of us.

penelope trevino i'm just resigned to the fact that lando is never going anywhere.

penelope trevino he is my sea urchin.

daphne jones-ricciardo this is why lando always crashes your dates.

dulce perez it's an irrational fear daph!!

daphne jones-ricciardo NO THE FUCK IT ISN'T!!

zoya torres so many problems so little time to digest it all.

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penelopetrevino photo dump but half of it is me with a beer (my only company because carlos always ditches me for lando) and the other half is carlos with his true love (lando)

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landonorris i am his true love, glad to see you finally admitting it

↳ penelopetrevino go spend time with your own girlfriend. rowan's roasting her in the groupchat.

↳ pierregasly WHAT GROUP CHAT?

↳ isabellaperez ABORT MISSION!! THEY CAN'T KNOW!!

↳ alex_albon FAKE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!

user26 i would rather die than let this happen to me.

↳ user60 what makes you think penelope has a choice in the matter?

↳ user26 that's very true

user89 those texts from lando are foul!!

baileywinters i say we dump them and date each other instead.

↳ penelopetrevino now that's a good idea.

↳ landonorris hold up what?

↳ carlossainz55 no.

user02 and when these two get married is lando going to interrupt the wedding for shits and giggles?

↳ landonorris that's actually not a bad idea.

↳ penelopetrevino you pull that shit on my wedding day and i'll hurt you.

patriciooward personally i would run him over with my car but that's just me.

↳ landonorris STOP GIVING HER IDEAS!

baileywinters contrary to popular belief, we do actually spend time together.

↳ user57 i would've thrown hands if norizz was neglecting his relationship to crash carlos' dates

↳ landonorris why am i always getting threatened with violence?

↳ isabellaperez because you pull shit like this.

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[lemotmo]

😂😂😂😂 I desperately want to believe this is fake but I'm afraid they totally believe he's a pilot

Q. I'm sorry but the fact that he's an actual pilot is the sexiest thing ever. We deserved the entire scene, I wish they hadn't cut it. That was too difficult for him to pull off for them to not have aired the entire bit. The rest of the episode was trash. I will give you that.

A. Please, PLEASE tell me all of you are aware that he is not an actual pilot. Please tell me that you're at least capable of realizing that he didn't actually fly a helicopter through the air space over Los Angeles. Between the disgusting billboard stunt and the 14! asks all kind of insinuating lou was actually flying that helicopter, I feel like I'm going insane. I need this to be a bit because my belief in humanity is hanging by a thread. But just in case.... his part of the helicopter stuff was filmed on a soundstage in California. No part of what you 'saw' him do was real. It's called acting. He's very, very bad at it but it's all fake nonetheless. He's not a pilot. He's not a firefighter. He is not the Messiah (but the show is going to insinuate Bobby Nash could be). The episode was bad. It was a bad episode. The plot, such as it was, was flimsy and full of holes big enough to drive a truck through, which I'm assuming was the point, so Bobby not really being dead won't be that much of a stretch for the audience. It was a bad idea. It's been poorly executed. Angela's version of how she found out has changed 3 times now. The 'goodbye' posts all focused way more on Bobby leaving the 118 than Peter leaving 911. Oliver and Ryan aren't even trying to sell it. Aisha had to change her post twice. And Kenny overplayed the replying to upset viewers bit too much. It hasn't been done well at all, but we're here. The important thing is that Bobby won't really be dead. And Tim being a co writer for the episode ups the chances of a Buddie grief moment exponentially. I'm going to take the wins. Your character had his full circle moment, like the moron said, so take that and be happy as well. Because I'm pretty sure his part in the Buddie plot comes full circle in episode 16. He has served his purpose and in Tommy's own words the ride is over. But at no time was he ever really flying anything, other than up my nerves.

🤣 Thank you Nonny!!!

Why would anyone believe that L flew that helicopter for real? 🙄

I agree with most of this. It was a bad episode. There is nothing wrong with a character death on a TV-show, but the way they handled this? The random episode? The underwhelming death scene? The useless random helicopter scene that wasted time? The absolute lack of Eddie???

The whole follow-up that reeks of deception?

Yeah, it just wasn't a good idea and on top of that is was badly executed. 🤷‍♀️

But it is what it is. We are here now. So, we've got to move on from this. And we will... as soon as Bobby (and Eddie) returns to them and to us. 😋 I'm fully in the 'Bobby is alive' camp at this point.

As for Tommy? I also believe that his part in the 911, Buck and Buddie narrative will come to an end in season 8. It started with a helicopter rescue to save bathena and it ended with a helicopter rescue to save the 118. It started with him kissing Buck and it'll end with him walking away from Buck to make room for Eddie. His character's journey really has come full circle.

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My thoughts on the new DMC anime. Spoilers below.

Disclaimer: I AM JUST AN IDIOT WHO KNOWS DMC LORE AND HAS ACCESS TO TUMBLR...take my opinions with a grain of salt. I would say this was just for fun but it really wasn't. These are all my live thoughts as I watched from like episode 6-8.

Let me just start this out by saying: I am not the kind of fan who typically hates change or something that is new. I like to give things the benefit of the doubt.

It was a huge disappointment in my opinion. I have been a huge fan of DMC for a while and it's still my favorite game series to this day. I was so fucking excited for this anime, I had been waiting YEARS for it. It was just a major let down. I was like "hell yeah, made by the same ppl that made the castlevania anime. This is gonna be great!" As a long time fan ultimately I wanted to give it a chance bc I don't completely hate new things when they come out. But it just makes me so angry.

I wanted a DMC anime. I asked for it. But this...this isn't Devil May Cry. Idk what this is. They completely fucked up Lady's character and made her an unlikeable cop. They just took the "Lady" out of Lady. Who's just demon racist for like...some reason? Like ERM demon bad. But the anime is trying to show "hey maybe human bad" My dislike started off with little things like how Lady doesn't seem to hate her name, how Lady got her eyes from her mom rather than her dad. How Dante got his devil trigger in the anime. How there aren't any of the original voice actors other than Johnny Yong Bosh who plays Nero in the games. I love him he's my favorite voice actor but like he's Nero. I haven't even finished it. I'm watching it as I type this I'm on like episode 6. What the fuck they turned Arkham into a vampire this is so stupid (live Yubel reaction there)...like they tried to turn him into a tragic character...which just like...completely missed the point of his character in my opinion but...pop off ig. He's also dead? I also hate how they just made Lady's personality unlikable and that she swears a lot.

Another issue I have with it is the mispronunciation (is that even a word? ) of Mundus like it's Moon-dus that's how they pronounced it in all the games other than DMC: Devil May Cry which is awful. Honestly the creators just seemed to completely miss the point with all of the characters.

Edit: it is the next day and I'm about to start watching bc last night I got so irritated I couldn't finish it.

I don't like how they're trying to frame Sparda as the bad guy. Like that really pisses me off a lot more than it should. But Sparda was the goat.

I don't know if this is even to be accepted as Canon bc like...it feels like it has nothing to do with the original story like it's its own thing.

Also they changed how they were supposed to get into the demon realm. Bc it wasn't Dante/Vergil's blood that was needed it was Lady's blood. Bc she's the descendant of a sacrificed priestess.

Dante's outfit seems to be his DMC 5 outfit. When I think this takes place before DMC 3??? Like there's no reference if Teme-ni-gru and Lady and Dante didn't meet where they were supposed to.

Oh no the white rabbit is hot....ope and he's dead. Update he's not dead. He just ate somebody...and turned into a big scary demon

I hate VP Baines. But Kevin Conroy's voice was actually really refreshing to hear. (R.i.p. you were amazing) But goddamn I hated that religious zealot. I just wish so much attention wasn't brought to him...

This entire show seems like a continuity error and it just makes my brain hurt. And Lady is still brainwashed and barely any development....yay...

Oh my god what the fuck is this...oh judgement cut... Vergil.

Ngl I hate DMC: Devil May Cry but I think it has better writing....and I feel like that's saying alot. Bc it's obvious this is supposed to be a political commentary. And so was DMC: Devil May Cry. Just...sadly I think DMC: Devil May Cry did it better...I'm going to put them both in the same category.

OH WHAT THE FUCK?! NO VERGIL CANNOT CHANGE FROM NELO ANGELO AT WILL. THAT COMPLETELY DISREGARDS HIS ENTIRE CHARACTER.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

What I liked: um it wasn't all bad I guess. Like I really liked all the music and the covers of the music. Like I'll admit that Devil Trigger was out of place (bc it's Nero's theme not Dante's) but I liked the way it sounded. I loved Rollin' and I loved Afterlife. I love the animation and visuals it's very smooth. I love the version of Devils Never Cry they used. I really like the art style too. Enzo and Dante's interactions were hilarious. I did actually think the white rabbit was an interesting villain. He was just a victim of the poor writing. Enzo's death actually made me sad bc he's a rat but he was kinda a likeable rat.

I can't actually tell but it kinda sounded like In one of the episodes they were trying to use a different version of Crimson Cloud. I don't know if it actually was or if it just sounded that way. Which again was out of place since V doesn't exist yet to my knowledge.

The reveal of the true Sparda sword was kinda neat too but that's just bc I'm a little biased bc it's one of my favorite swords.

Final thoughts: There are a few things I liked but mostly I hate it and I am severely disappointed. Apparently the creator claims to be a fan of the series but he completely messed it up in my opinion. And I am angry and a little upset about how badly they messed it up. I'm just disappointed. Especially with what they did to Vergil. Bc Vergil is my favorite character.

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“Mrs. Mayor?” Mason says after opening the door of his apartment.

“Please not you too” she replies, rolling her eyes.

“Uh?”

“Declan and Ben always call me like that, and it is so annoying…”

“Oh, sorry. I'll talk to them and tell them to stop, though knowing them… Anyway, what are you doing here? You haven't visited me in my apartment since…”

Since they were together. If he could call what had happened between them being together.

“I need to ask you for a huge favour. You and Emilia.”

“Both of us?” Mason says.

“It is nothing serious, don't worry. I just need you to babysit Dani during the weekend.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Maybe it is something serious. Your eyes are about to pop from their sockets” she chuckles. 

“I mean… I…” he mumbles.

His ex, the one who just got engaged to the guy he hated for years for shattering his dream of becoming a football player, is asking him to babysit their kid. A kid that when she was pregnant, he thought could be his, and who then he ended up helping bring into the world. And she's asking him this after he and Emilia had an argument about him still having feelings for her. How did she expect him to react? 

“I wouldn't be asking you this if you weren't my last hope, Mason. I mean, not that you are the last person in the world I would like Dani to be with. What I mean is that from all the people I trust and that I know I can leave him with without worrying too much, you are the last one left on my list who doesn't happen to be busy.”

“I run a pub that gets packed during the weekends. I also am busy.”

“I know. But now you have Emilia with you, and things are a bit easier, aren't they?”

“Yes, but...”

“I'm sure you can find a way to make it work.”

“I… we…”

“He goes to bed quite early and sleeps until the morning. You won't have to worry about him for hours, just keep an eye on the baby monitor from time to time.”

“And for the rest of the day?” Mason asks.

“On Friday he's staying with a friend of his, you won't have to pick him up until after dinner. So it'll be putting him to bed and that's it. Then on Saturday he has a football game in the morning, so until lunch time you are free. For the rest of the day you'll have to be with him, but it's just a few hours. And then on Sunday morning too, because Rúben and I aren't coming back until the afternoon.”

“Wait, you are going somewhere?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. Forgot to tell you about that” she chuckles. “Rúben has booked us a weekend away to celebrate our engagement. Some very needed child free time, you know?”

“So you are leaving him with me to go on a romantic getaway?”

“Umm… yes?” she says. “I seriously wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't important, Mason. We really need this time away and alone as a couple, and no one else is available. Our nanny is sick, the others we know and trust are busy, Mrs. Smart is in the city, Lindsey has to stay at Daisy's… You are my last hope.”

“I… I don't know. This… Emilia…”

“I'm sure you'll be able to convince her. Please, Mason. Please” she pouts.

“I… ok, fine.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes” he sighs.

“Oh, thank you!” she says before hugging him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You're welcome” he says, not moving a muscle or touching her.

“I'll keep you updated with everything, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Great” she smiles. “You are the best, Mason.”

“Yeah…” he says. The best, or the most stupid one.

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“I still can't believe you said yes to this, Mason.”

“I know, Emilia. But what else should I have done?”

“Say no, for example.”

“But he's just a kid. And a really good one. It's gonna be fine, you'll see” he says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.

“Yes. We'll see” I say as we keep walking towards Dani's friend's house. 

“This also may be a good chance for us to practise, you know?” Mason says.

“Practice what?”

“How it is to have a kid. It may help us find out if we are ready for that or not.”

“What?” I say, looking at him.

“Relax, dove” he laughs. “I was joking. But don't you want to have kids with me?”

“No.”

“What?” he says, now being the one looking at me as if I had grown another head.

“I mean… Right now I don't want to have kids with you or with anyone. In the future… I don't know” I shrug. “I've never stopped to think about it.”

“With me or with anyone? What does that mean?” he says as he stops walking.

“It's just a way of speaking, Mason.”

“A way of… speaking?”

“It means that my life is too complicated right now, and thinking about getting pregnant and bringing a kid to the world is just fucking crazy. I'm not ready. At all. So let's just focus on practicing how to make them, ok?”

“Practicing with me?”

“Who else would I practice with?”

“I don't know. Since you say you don't want to have kids with me or with anyone, maybe there is someone else” he shrugs.

“Someone… fuck you” I say, letting go of his hand.

“Emilia… Emilia, where are you going?”

“Home” I say as I start walking in the other direction.

“And Dani?”

“You can take care of him. After all, you are the one who said yes to this, not me.”

“Emilia… Emilia, wait” he says, showing up in front of me.

“Move.”

“No” he says, not letting me keep walking.

“Don't make me twist your arm, Mount.”

“Go ahead. I'm not moving until you have heard what I have to say.”

“What if I don't want to listen to you?”

“Emilia…”

“Move” I say, pushing him to the side. Though I barely manage to move him. The only thing I manage to do, is let him wrap his arms around me and basically trap me in them. 

“Emilia, I love you.”

“Yes, and?”

“And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. It's just that… That now that we are together, I can't help but think about the future. About our future. And I see ourselves living in our own house, surrounded by a bunch of kids, and… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made my dreams a fact when I don't know what yours are. When I haven't even asked you what you want.”

“Yeah, you shouldn't.”

“I'm sorry, Emilia. I'm really sorry” he says, moving one of his hands and caressing my cheek. “Will you forgive me for being an insensitive idiot?”

“I'm already used to you being an idiot, so” I shrug.

“True” he chuckles. “Then do you…”

“Yes. I forgive you” I sigh.

“For sure?”

“Yes. For sure.”

“Thank you” he smiles.

“You know, if our kids inherit your dimple, I guess it won't be that bad. Or maybe it will be bad. Because if I can't stay mad at you once I see it, imagine if they break something, then smile at me, I see the dimple, and I can't get mad at them and ground them. That would be a disaster!”

“What?” he laughs.

“I love your dimple in case you haven't noticed” I say, touching his left cheek. “I always have, it is my weakness. And I love you, Mason. But before making big decisions that involve us both, like babysitting your ex's son for example, can we please talk about it first?”

“We can and we will. I promise.”

“Great. And I'm sorry if I overreacted a bit when you implied I may want to sleep with someone else. I instantly thought of…”

“Him?”

“Yes” I nod.

“God, Emilia. I'm so sorry. I said it without thinking and… Fuck. I'm an idiot.”

“We already knew that, Mason” I chuckle.

“Yes, but… Urgh” he says, resting his forehead on mine. “I'm sorry, Emilia. I'm really really really sorry.”

“I know” I say before we both fall silent and forget that we are standing in the middle of the street. For a while, it is just us and nothing else. “We should probably go pick up Dani. They probably are wondering where we are” I finally say.

“We should. But Emilia…” he says, stopping me when I'm about to leave his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mase” I smile. 

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“That is my bed?”

“All yours”

“It is huge, Masi!” Dani says before jumping on it. “Sorry. Mummy doesn't let me jump on my bed. I shouldn't have done that.”

“It's ok, don't worry” I smile.

“And mummy isn't here, is she?” Mason says with a cheeky smile.

“Then… Can I jump?”

“You can.”

“But be careful, Dani” I tell him.

“I will, Lilia!”

“Wait, Lilia?” 

“Yep. That's your new name. Nice to meet you, Lilia. I'm Masi” Mason smiles, shaking my hand.

“Masi sounds so… stupid” I say, whispering the last word so Dani can't hear me. 

“Then it fits me” he shrugs. “Do you think the bed will break if I join him?”

“What?” I laugh. 

“I'm gonna give it a try.”

“Mason!” I laugh again when he joins Dani on the bed and starts jumping with him.

“This is really fun, Lilia! You should join us!”

“Yes!” Dani says.

“And make you sleep on the floor because we've broken your bed?”

“I've never slept on the floor” he says.

“And today won't be the first time. C'mon, get down.”

“Don't be a party pooper, dove” Mason pouts. “Join us!”

“We have a schedule to follow, remember? His mum gave us a freaking pdf with everything we have to do. Who does that, by the way?”

“Someone who has been dating Rúben for years and is about to marry him” he shrugs. “He is a control freak, which probably is why Bluebell has been going so well since he is the mayor.”

“Well, I would not like to piss off the mayor, so c'mon. It's time to put on your pjs and wash your teeth, Dani.”

“Fine” he sighs, letting himself fall on the bed. “Masi, will you read me a story before I fall asleep? Daddy always does it.”

“I can tell you one. Do you know the story of the dove who traveled the world? It was Emilia’s favourite when she was a kid, and I would read it to her all the time before bed.”

“But Lilia is your girlfriend. Why did you read her stories before bed when she was little? Was she your girlfriend already?”

“Oh, no, no” Mason chuckles. “We were best friends when we were little, and she and her brother would sometimes sleep at my house like you are this weekend.”

“So she was your best friend, and now she is your girlfriend?”

“Yep” he smiles, looking at me. 

“Sean is my best friend. Will he be my girlfriend when I grow up?” Dani asks with a confused look.

“Let's get you ready for bed, shall we?” I quickly say. “We are already running late, and we don't want you to be tired for tomorrow's game, do we?”

“She's right, buddy. You need to rest if you want to stop all the goals tomorrow.”

“Yes!” he says, jumping on the bed again. “Will you come watch me play?”

“If we can, we will. Now c'mon, let's do as she says. She is the one in charge” Mason says with a teasing smile.

“It's ok, Masi. I like her” Dani giggles.

“You do?”

“Yep” he nods.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Mason says, lowering down his voice.

“You can, Masi” Dani whispers.

“I also like her. And very very much” he whispers back while looking at me.

“Ok, enough with being cute. Time to get ready for bed, chop chop” I say, trying to keep looking commanding while also trying my best to hide my smile. They are so cute.

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“Masi? Lilia?”

“Dani?” I yawn. “Dani, is that you?”

“I had a nightmare, Lilia” he says from the door. 

“Oh, come here” I say, opening the bed for him. “Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

“There was a monster” he says, curling up against me. “I was scared and called daddy to help me, but he didn't come.”

“Maybe daddy didn't go help you because the monster wasn't a bad one.”

“All monsters are bad, Lilia.”

“Not all of them. Look at the cookie monster.”

“Who?” Dani says.

“You don't know him?”

“No.”

“Well, he is a good monster who loves loves loves cookies. Do you like cookies?”

“I love them!” 

“Then what if tomorrow after your game we bake some? Would you like that?”

“Yes!” he says.

“Great” I say, gently running my hand through his hair. “Do you want to go back to your bed or stay here?”

“Stay here.”

“Ok. Then let's make you some room” I say, pushing Mason with my butt. He was still fast asleep. 

“What was that?” Dani giggles when he hears him snore.

“That's what keeps all the monsters away. They hear Mason snore, think it is another monster, and get so scared that they run away.”

“Oh, Masi” he giggles again.

“You are safe here with us, Dani. Go to sleep.”

“Ok” he says before hugging me. “Good night, Lilia.”

“Good night, Dani” I reply, hugging him back.

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“And Lilia and I made cookies, mummy! They were sooooooo good! We ate them all, sorry” Dani says.

“It's ok” his mum smiles.

“And then I went to the park with Masi and we played football, and then we went to the pub to help Lilia, and she gave me chocolate milk in a glass like the ones she uses, and Declan said she wanted one too, but I told him he was too old for it” he giggles. “And daddy, did you see all the drawings I made for Lilia and Masi? Look!” he says, taking Rúben’s hand and dragging him to the corner of the pub where we had put them all. “This is you and mummy, and this is Dixie running to bite Declan because he doesn't like cats, and this is Masi and Lilia, and this is the cookie monster! Did you know there are good monsters too, daddy?”

“I didn't, no” Rúben says.

“And mummy!” Dani says, letting go of his dad and running towards her again. “We made a den in Masi's living room and we had a secret dinner!”

“A secret dinner?”

“One we can't tell you about. It is our secret” Mason winks at Dani, making him giggle. 

“What…”

“Pizza” I whisper to Rúben. “Don't tell her we skipped the pdf.”

“Ok” he chuckles. 

“And today we also had breakfast in the den and we played so much, mummy! But I also help them tidy up and even clean the pub! Mason said that when I'm older, I can help him with the beers.”

“Yes. When you are older” she says, giving Mason a not very friendly look. “But it looks like you had lots of fun, didn't you?”

“Yes!” Dani jumps. “Masi and Lilia are the best! Can I stay with them again when you and daddy have to go? Please?”

“I…”

“Of course!” I smile, everyone looking at me with a surprised look. “But let us know in advance so we can organise ourselves.”

“Yes. Sure. Umm… We should get going. It is almost dinner time, Dani” his mum says.

“Fine…” he sighs. “Thank you, Masi” he says, running towards Mason and hugging him.

“You're welcome, buddy.”

“And thank you, Lilia” he says before running towards me and doing the same. “You are the best girlfriend Masi has ever had!”

“Oh. Thank you” I say. Awkward? Very much.

“C'mon, Dani” Rúben says, picking him up. “And thank you for staying with him, guys. We really appreciate it.”

“No problem” Mason smiles.

“Bye, Masi! Bye, Lilia!” Dani waves as they leave.

“Bye!” I weave back. 

“That was… unexpected.”

“What?” I say once it is just me and Mason in the pub.

“You saying of course to Dani staying with us again.”

“Well, you were right. He is a great kid” I shrug. 

“Just that?”

“Yeah” I shrug again. 

“And have you changed your mind about anything else?” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against his body.

“Anything else?” I ask.

“Yes. Like… I don't know. Some mini versions of us running around the pub and causing chaos, for example?”

“Oh… that.”

“I don't want to pressure you or anything, but during the whole weekend I couldn't help but notice the way you looked at me when I was with Dani, and more than once I caught you taking sneaky photos and videos of us together.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“Of course not, dove” he laughs. “But more importantly… I saw how you took care of him, the way you behaved around him… And Emilia, if one of the things that worries you is if you are going to be a good mum because of everything that has happened in your life, you mustn't. Because if one day we have kids, you are going to be the best mum ever.”

“You think?”

“I do” he says, caressing my cheek. 

“I also think you are also going to be the best dad ever, Mase.”

“You think?” he smiles.

“I do. I don't know when or if it'll be with me, but…”

“Emilia, I'm planning on spending the rest of my life with you. So if one day I become a father, it'll be with you or with none else.”

“But what if… What if I'm never free? I don't want you to waste your life while waiting for me, Mason. I can't do that to you.”

“What did I just say, Emilia? I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. Only you. And I don't care how long I have to wait until you are free, because all that time would have been worth it. You are worth it.”

“Why are you so perfect, Mason?” 

“Me? Perfect? I don't know what you are talking about” he says, wiping away my tears.

“Liar” I chuckle. “I love you so much, Mason. So so much.”

“So do I, little dove” he smiles. “And speaking of doves…” he says before moving behind the counter and getting a big envelope.

“What is that?”

“A gift.”

“For me?”

“For you” he smiles.

“Ok…” I say, nervously opening it. “Mason!” I gasp when I see what is inside it. “How… what…”

“One night not long after you came back to Bluebell I was scrolling on my phone, and I somehow ended up googling it, looking if it was still available or not. I found it in a second hand shop, and didn't think twice and bought it. Since then I've kept it hidden in my place waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and after telling Dani the story the other night, I thought it was time.”

“And then you say you aren't perfect, Mase” I chuckle, wiping away my tears while looking at what was inside the envelope: a copy of the book he would read me all the time when we were kids and that I loved so much, the one about the dove travelling the world. 

“I'm not. But if you keep saying, I may start believing it” he smirks. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Mason. I love it so much” I say before throwing myself and hugging him. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome, my little dove” he replies, squeezing me back. “You're welcome.”

[flaresemily]

The 'Runaway' Duchess

One shot? Or~ stories~ heheheh comment~ I might just make another one shot like this or make a whole~ story~ but ofc with me it's a late update😉

"Absolutely no! I won't marry Aamon Paxley!"

You shouted on the altar. Aamon a.k.a your husband is beside you unfazed of what happened.

"And you! I won't be your wife even though you are handsome!" You declares and he just smirk at you.

"Darling? You know you can't do that---" He hug you and put his hand on your stomach.

"---After all you are carrying my heir~" that words alone left you in shock. All the guests gasp at this.

"She's pregnant?!" Ask the priest.

"I'm pregnant!?" You raised your voice a little.

He nodded. Then he proceed to use this advantage to married you. So the eternal marriage were seal by a kiss and a ring.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚟

Right after the wedding everyone congrats you on your wedding AND pregnancy.

As Aamon lead you to yours private chamber he whispered to you.

"I lied... You aren't pregnant" he chuckled.

Oh that chuckled. It make your blood boils.

"Why did you said that then!" You were mad super mad.

"So that no one can try to separate us my dear and I also lie about how you end up in my bed." He take off his suit so that he can go to bath.

"Care to take a bath together?" He held out his hands. "Absolutely no!!" You quickly run inside the bathroom and lock the door.

He just smirk at you.

As for you, you were blushing like crazy. He lied about both of you spending the night together. He also lied about you being his lover. What else does he lie? He lied about his hair not being silver??

𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬

Someone knock the bathroom door. "What is it Aamon!"

"uhm it's me my lady... it's Penelope."

"oh Penelope sorry where's Aamon?"

"huh isn't my lord inside?" You paused. "What do you mean 'he's inside?" You ask her carefully.

"ah look at the time my lady! I promise Edgar I'm gonna help him prepare dinner bye!!"

"wait Penelope! What do you mean by 'he's inside!!'"

Silence

Just then, you feel goosebumps. As if someone was watching you. You quickly scrub your body clean and get out of the bathtub. As you try to reach for your towel on the table there you notice there's not a single towels on it.

'where did all the towels go?' you think. Feeling the cold air make you shiver and decided to just walk out naked.

"as long as he's not outside I be fine" you mumble to yourself.

You open the door for a bit and peek outside. 'safe' is what you think until you slip because of the wet floor.

Just as you were about to kiss the floor something or someone catch you by your waist.

"oh..." You blink and then look proud. "Haha! I have my own magic!! Hahahah" you laugh until you heard someone chuckle behind you. That make you freeze. As the figure lean down it whisper.

"are you sure you have magic my dear?" That voice...you recognize it well

"AAMON!!! YOU PERV---" you turn around but he wasn't there. That alone make you freeze in place. You swear you heard him talking but where is he.

"w-wha-- Penelope!!! There's ghost in here save me!!" The said maid barge inside and look around.

You were crying on the bed with the blanket wrap around you while you were trembling in fear.

"Penelope!! Take me away from the mansion!! I hate it here! Uwah!!" You keep crying while she try to soothe you.

Then, in the corner of her eyes she saw a silhouette. She nodded and stand up.

"my lady I still have some things to do" she bowed and quickly walk away again.

".... that's what she said to me a an hour ago..."

Then, you heard someone chuckle. And you continue hiding inside the blanket scared.

"darling it's me Aamon" he gently lifted the blanket. You opened one of your eyes and saw him staring at you lovingly. You quickly jump into his arms. "Aamon!! There's a ghost inside this room! And they have taken your form instead!!"

"oh? Is that so? Probably because he saw how sexy you look without wearing any nightgown~" he teased. That's when you realize you were still naked.

Your face immediately turn red and slap him.

"Aamon Paxley is a pervert!!" This time you run into the bathroom with a change of clothes that Penelope has put on the chair.

He just shook his head and chuckle. "She's crazy but she's mine~"

He looks at you lovingly.

Bonus :

- he did see you bathing when Penelope say "isn't he inside" scene. He was watching you.

- he use his camouflage magic/power to you-know make him invisible and quietly sneak inside. He was watching you taking a bath.

- the silhouette is him. Penelope knows he's there because of the shadows. He was the one who catches you when you almost slipped and yes. He may take a peek at your butt according to him "who told you to run in the bathroom"

[anonymouscheeses]

Exorcist gang! (I'm so sorry it took forever to get to your ask. I kind of dropped the au for a long time and just now got the motivation to pick it up again.)

Right on the money! I just narrowed it down to three because I can't do anymore(lazy ahh). But they can't actually drive motorcycles because none of them have a drivers license so they just try to seem badass by saying they are a biker gang. All christian but they have no idea how it works and do things looked down upon by the christian community. Left Victoria. Middle Stephanie. Right Kamaria. Kamaria got a tattoo of the upside down cross to seem cool but she knows it's St. Peter's cross so it's kind of a double meaning for her. I also gave Kamaria three toned lips because I jst found out that exists and I had to include that in some character. Atleast one.

Maybe one day I'll draw them as angels just to do it.

For context, they are exes 😫

Are there still feelings? Kind of, they just aren't over eachother yet. Right now tho they are mainly enemies. Valerie(Vaggie) is kind of like Blitzø(relationships wise), but less of an asshole. It was mostly her fault they broke up though. She was uninterested and embarrassed by Kamaria almost all the time so ofc Kamaria doesn't stand for shit and ended it before it got worse. Valerie is like that with Charlie in some ways, but of course that's for growth purposes.

Oh also Valerie dated Lute too before she dated Kamaria so it's just this entire problem within the group bro.. Like, Lute is not over Valerie and not in a "I am in love with u still." Way, but in a "I hate the way you walk, the way you talk, I hate the way dress-" ahh way(and in an i am still in luv wit u way but shh). Lute has no idea why Valerie broke up wit her ass and takes it out on Kamaria. Kama takes no shit and bounced out that place quickly. Good for her ig. She still an asshole too, anger issues ahh, everyone except Charlie(until the vee accident 😏)deserves a kick in the ass.

Pretend Charlie is in her human form. I'm still workshopping it right now! 😔 so yeah nobody else except Valerie knows she's a demon jst so you know!

Chaggie aren't dating yet! But they will one day 😈

For now it's kind of just pining. On both sides ofc.

"So it mine el" we say in unison.

PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE GETS THE REFERENCE?? THIS IS SO AWKWARD NOW...

Helmets and glasses off! I think they look pretty nice but im not great at making my own character designs from ground up. Which is why I havent shown my actual own OC's. Victoria is trans because I said so. Kamaria is probably Lesbian but she doesn't know yet, it's kind of a label she uses until she knows for sure (so me). And Stephanie is Stephanie (she don care. She don kno 💀). I FORGOT THE FLAME ON KAMARIA'S JACKET RAAAA.

They also all have a picture on the back of their jackets that's jst wings and a halo. So do with that what you will.... if u wanna make fanart that is..... pls..... I'm begging..... jk but it would still be cool lmao.

They used to be in a gang with Adam and Lute but after Valerie was beat up real bad by Lute they all decided to just part ways. Not on good terms... So it's just Adam and Lute now who jst act like they are all that when they cant pack a punch at all 😒. I'll show Adam and Lute's designs in the next update (or somewhere) but that's all I have right now. I can't wait to draw the duo ughhhh‼️‼️‼️

(I have also changed a few things from my original idea, so if your a hxd au og from the first like... 3 posts I made abt it then ya... there's major changes. I'll go through them deeper in my next updates on this au!)

[asoulwithadream]

TEASER REVIEW BECAUSE I'M DEAD

it's him. he's back. HE'S BACK. BESTIES HE'S BACK. i'm sick. his letter has caused my entire brain to shut down. "I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I LOVE BEING NEAR YOU. BREATHING THE SAME AIR" bestie how did you find ao3 in 1717? AND THEY GAVE US ALL THAT IN THE FUCKING TEASER TOO?????? dude he looks so fucking heartbroken– YEARNING RAAAAAAAH

THIS FUCKING SCENE— he CUSTOMISED THE TOPPERS TO LOOK LIKE THEM I'M CRYING SOBBING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR. omg omg omg omg they love eachother so much PLEASE. and poor sweet ed jesus he has been CRYING AND HE LOOKS SO EMPTY IM SICK IM DYING IM DEAD. i'm sick, i need the icu help. does this mean he's good at painting.

GOTH UNIFORMS. THEY'RE REAL. im so incredible sick frenchie has cat claws. HE HAS CAT CLAWS IM DYING. and JIM HAS A PAINTED BEARD and SHAVED SIDES. i'm actually going to burst into tears. my heart is going to stop at any moment. even FANG HAS A COOL NEW UNIFORM

i don't think i'm alive anymore at this point. THE PARALLEL. THE PARALLEL. and 9 guns he literally turned into the kraken. HE TURNED INTO THE VERY THING HE HATED HELP ME PLEASE (also did anyone notice the scene where he rose out of the ocean was very similar to potc??????? help??????) stede please stop looking lovingly out in the distance my heart has gotten enough beatings

competent stede in red. FABULOUS IM GOING TO CRYYY 2. izzy hands it's izzy isreal it's you PLEASE this is so reminisence of all the ao3 fics— izzy's finally realised what ed has become and needs to go find stede and bring ed back PLEASE HELP I'm GOING TO CRY IZZY AND STEDE BEING FRIENDS NO NO NO NO NO HELP HELP HELP HELP this is his road to self discovery and acceptance and love i'm feral

that's the same place mofos THAT'S THE SAME PLACE. THEY'RE CLOSE. omg they're going to end up FIGHTING EACHOTHER AREN'T THEY AREN'T THEY OR IS IT THE FIRST TIME THEY SEA EACHOTHER . (also, COMPETENT STEDE?????) HELP ME THEY'RE SO FIGHTING. OMG what if they're running TOWARDS EACHOTHER OKFLAIKHFL please this is insane i will cry david jenkins you have forsaken us all.

minnie what are you doing to stede. HE DOESn'T WANT IT. He'S UNCOMFORTABLE IN SUCH A STATE. LITERALLY THE NAME OF ONE OF THE EPISODES ANNE LEAVE HIM ALONE, (and do it to me) (please i'm desperate)

these two barbies are having the times of their lives.

im convinced that "susan" (whoever ruibo quan is playing) is a mermaid. buttons is being taught the way of the sea by her since she is part fish. she is setting him up with the ocean so they can make sweet love, instead of yearning like captain blondie and emo over there

WHO'S FALLEN IN A RIVER IN LEGO CITY. IT MUST BE SOMEONE ON BLACKBEARD'S SHIP MATES IS IT ED????? ED HAS FALLEN OFF A SHIP IN LEGO CITY. HELP ME WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW OMG THE REVENGE ISN'T SINKING ISN'T SHE??? PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME

THIS IM SORRY BUT WEE JOHN IS LOOKING ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS, ROACH HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE, AND IS THAT PETE THAT MUST BE PETE IT'S PETE ISN'T IT IT'S BLACK PETE. we don't have enough content with pete. YOU KNOW WHY? or else it would have to include LUCIUS. HAH. got you there david

well. that concludes my current rant. other parts of the trailer have been excluded bc they deserve their own posts OR others have phrased it better than me LMAO (yeah because what i wrote is peak shakespeare)

october 5th can't come fast enough help me

**UPDATE: FULL THEORY BASED ON THIS

[corruptedfilessys]

DISCLAIMER

This is simply an awareness post!! If you still wanna support c0stiffen or whatnot, that's fine, and I'll try my best to respect that. I simply wanna share my experiences with them and a few of their friends.

If you're an adult, you can move over to a document that I have made that includes all important information WITH screenshots and evidence.

ADULTS ONLY

If you're a minor, this post is a quick run down of what's in the document without showing anything inappropriate.

Simply explained, c0stiffen and I exchanged NSFW art and conversations whilst they were an adult, and I was 16 (and then newly 17). These include art clearly depicting sexual acts with genitals that we both drew. The ones they drew and 2 of mine were specifically of their Giarven AU (in this AU, they're supposed to be adults!)

Due to the sensitivity of this subject, I can't show proof of this here. Everything is in the document for ADULTS.

This is not to point all the fingers at c0stiffen. I did a lot of dumb stuff throughout the situation too, I should have been more responsible. Not only have other ppl (mostly minors) seen my nsfw art, many went on to do the same. One even made a whole NSFW server full of minors (c0stiffen wasn't a part of it, I don't think there were any adults there.) I feel disgusted with myself, I wish I never did this to begin with. I can't help but despise myself. I should have just left at that moment and I'm sorry.

This is not a guilt trip, I'm afraid it'll come off as that, unfortunately.

What I can show is proof of them purposefully deleting these drawings, as currently, there's only one left. That one I believe they forgot to delete as it's isolated from every other art.

I should point out that I don't usually draw NSFW. Those pictured were some of my last ones, I made a few others around the same time and that was it. I drew 2 pieces of NSFW before this entire situation for myself only as I struggle with sexual trauma and I use it to cope. I never intended on making so many and I shouldn't have done that as a minor. Truth be told, it made me feel seen and special. Every piece got me so much attention and I didn't want it to end, it felt nice.

Something I can share as it's not sexually driven are situations where C0stiffen hurt me, knew they hurt me and still refused to apologise.

Situation 1

When I was still talking to c0stiffen, I remember them getting pretty carried away with their opinions on things. At that point it felt like it was their life goal to insult my comfort character. For context, my comfort character is Sada and over the months she just became more and more special to me, often being my only source of comfort. I won't delve into this too much, in short, I think she's misunderstood, she is extremely flawed but not evil.

C0stiffen made it pretty apparent that they hated her and never failed to remind me. In each of costiffen's AUs Arven canonically despised his mother, they even made up a lie how Sada ‘intentionally starved Arven’ and that it's confirmed to be canon. Many role plays we did of them generally stressed me out, but that's my fault for not speaking out. I inserted my version of Sada into one of heir AUs (Arven is a Prince, Sada is a queen, etc), they even made art of her

C0stiffen proceeded to mischaracterize her and make her into a bad mother again. Saying she's a bad mother for leaving her kids when literally the lore was she was about to be killed and had to flee, but I digress.

I approached c0stiffen about this as I was genuinely getting hurt, and I wanted to talk to them:

They were nice about it, I'm not saying they weren't. But not once did I get a single apology for them simply lying about her and freely hating her in front of me as if I'm not bothered by that. Also I genuinely believed my Sada was supposed to be the ‘canon’ version, I was never informed she wasn't, I don't know whether this is a lie or the truth. Take it with a grain of salt.

I'm not saying c0stiffen has to love or even like Sada, I don't care if they hate her, I wanted them to keep it to themselves and not share that hatred in spaces where I was and felt safe in. Those servers in particular were the ones I was most active in at that time. C0stiffen’s Sada and Turo are mostly based on their own parents from what they said, which is fine, but again, I don't wanna be around that.

It isn't overreacting if I'm simply stating my boundaries. And I think I deserve an apology for having my feelings ignored like this.

I'm gonna make a response to something c0stiffen said at one time. Apparently I was ‘angry’ when they said “Giacomo's mom > Sada”

Simply said, I wasn't angry, I was more hurt than angry and they have no right to shame me for that. I was simply hurt because of all the other things that were stacked onto it.

Maybe I was jealous, I just really wanted MY VERSION of Sada, who feels like an oc I had for years, to be loved like every other character. But just because of the stupid canon story, she can't. I tried so hard, I bent over backwards to get them to love at least my version of her. I'm sure if I gave the same exact story to a completely original oc instead, even them would be treated better than this.

I don't need c0 to like Sada, but I feel like they're blinded by the canon to just notice mine is different. They hate Sada so much they can't put that hate away for even an AU version that helped their friend feel loved and safe and that's what hurts so much. They treat her like the canon one and they treat that one like shit already. They need to accept the fact that they can't just dump on someone's comfort character and expect the person to not be upset. No matter how much I'll hate a character I won't make up petty lies about them to make them appear worse especially in front of someone who really likes said character, even worse if said person relates to the character. It's gonna make them feel incredibly shitty about themselves.

Apologies for the heated section.

Situation 2

During the end of July me and a friend got into a petty fight about a headcanon and I ended up leaving the server we were in to cool off. I have problems with my emotions and it's impossible to regulate them sometimes, I feel them physically, whenever I'm upset I feel genuine pain and I can't calm down. To deal with this I learned a flight strategy of just fleeing the situation to calm down and fixing stuff when I'm more grounded. I was hoping people understood that, even if they wouldn't, I was perfectly fine explaining it once I was feeling better.

The next day when I felt better, I planned on apologizing and explaining why I acted the way I did.

Long story short, multiple people cut contact with me, many people I trusted and called friends, no one wanted to hear my side of the story, everyone heard out Paltic (now former friend) who spread false rumors around me and screenshots that were taken out of context. Such as that I was a creep for sending NSFW to minors as if others weren't doing the exact same thing and I in particular was being influenced by an adult. Paltic is C0stiffen’s friend. I was struggling a lot mentally and even had a failed suicide attempt, I was easily irritated and exploded at people a lot.

When Paltic posted a “call out” post on me that was filled with what I said, things when taken out of context make me look like a bad person, etc. He called me awful for things his friends did too, but didn't call them out on it. He filled my partner with lies and that made them leave me, thinking I was a bad person. C0stiffen still failed to see how Paltic could be bad for doing this.

I made a response, which was pretty heated, I made an updated one later on. But that day C0stiffen dmed me that I should ‘stop’. That I was stressing them and everyone out, telling me that “they thought they were my friend” telling me how badly this is affecting them mentally as if I wasn't the one struggling the most in this situation. I was losing people I felt like I couldn't live without, there was a post about me that could potentially ruin my life when I did nothing wrong. I apologized for anything I genuinely did wrong.

I need to add something onto this

C0stiffen/Paltic like to use this moment to say I was comparing our traumas/using traumas against them, I wasn't doing that and in fact it was never on my mind to begin with. I brought up something that happened to them a while ago hoping it would help them see how I was feeling as the situations were similar. I wasn't thinking clearly at that time, but that's no excuse and I shouldn't have done that.

I apologized to them multiple times, at first I didn't want to as that's something they never did to me, but I wanted to do the right thing.

I wanna point out, I'm in no way saying I'm the greatest friend or person. I'm far from that, I am flawed, I do bad stuff, I hurt people (unintentionally). I have a lot of things to work on as someone whose mental health problems impact everything in their life such as behavior.

But I'm not a bad person, never did I truly had horrible intentions and wanted to hurt somebody just for the sake of simply hurting somebody. I explode, I say things I'm not proud of when I'm provoked, but nothing of those I would actually say if I was just given the chance to calm down and deal with it calmly.

It's hard to have a friend like me simply because of how much care I need, and I'm sorry for that. I'm never gonna force someone to be my friend, but I want to end on good terms. I don't see the point in treating a mentally ill person like a bad person simply because they happen to be ill and for no better reason otherwise. There's better ways to go about this than make the person feel like worthless trash. I wanna be told if I do something bad, I'm so used to my symptoms that there's times when I genuinely don't notice that I could be doing something wrong. I wanna take accountability for my own mental illness, but I'm not being given a chance to do that calmly. I am forced to admit I'm a bad person whilst everyone else are angels even though they're far from being innocent.

I don't wanna be treated like a bad person simply for experiencing symptoms I can't control or being influenced by a third party. As friends I hoped they would help me grow and deal with these things.

If they don't wanna do that, they should have calmly ended the friendship, not that they spread false rumors of me, make people hate me, and then treat me like I don't exist as if that's not gonna make me feel like I don't deserve to be fucking alive.

Conclusion

I wholeheartedly believe c0stiffen or their friends are gonna contact me in their defence. To that, I say, get the hell away from me. You aren't innocent, stop acting like it and take the fucking fault for once. I didn't start any of this.

My DMs are closed to trusted friends only for my safety. Please respect that.

[piecesofchess]

I'm excited to see the Queen!Elite finally in-game (as at this point there's little doubt in my mind and they'll make it in the next update), but I'm not sure if I have any theories about them particularly. I don't know if Blind Mew is going to go in the original direction that might've been intended for them or if he's going to change routes. If there's anything to expect, based on those leaked 'dialogues', then they might be the 'sisters' of the Elite.

They all have Moretta masks underneath their current masks, so much like my observation of Queen herself, her Elite are probably copying her direction and misleading the nobles while holding some political influence over Valencia. They're carrying out Queen's (discreet) plans to start holding power over whatever it is that she wants. I still like the idea of her eventually overthrowing the King and Queen, but with Blind Mew's insistence, probably done in a more unobtrusive way, and executing this with her own Elite is a good direction to go in.

I have very little to go off of as we know 1% about Queen and Sam's reveals about her are usually cryptic and small. But if Queen's deal is more about political image, manipulation, and deceit, then her Elite will probably follow in her shoes. Kane had his Court fulfilling separate roles - so why not the girls as well?

I am just intrigued as to where this all falls into place with Oksana, if dealing with Queen (and her potential court) is going to be its own thing or inevitably clash with...whatever we're doing with the necromancer in the pirate game.

And I mean, I get it. They represent queen chess pieces like the Queen herself - which is why they look like that. But I wish they didn't share the same model and had a *bit* more diversity to them body-wise like the original Elite did. I would think a Queen counterpart to Rooke would be a dragoon like him. But then again, they changed their minds on Roberto's model, so I guess some changes in this department isn't *impossible*.

If anything, I would like them to have more diversity with their weapons - I think Queen!Bishop's staff and Queen!Deacon's derringer are perfect, but Queen!Phule deserves her own marotte and Queen!Rooke should get. Like. A Big Ass Weapon or something.

Also hoping they'll be recurring figures in the story that aren't just killed in one-off fights, and have something unique or notable about them. It's not that I want to recycle the previous plot in 'slowly taking down each Court member to reach the Big Bad', but the Queen designs are SO GOOD and so COOL that they have a lot of potential, and I'd hate to see them thrown away to kill them in a one-off thing to focus on Oksana instead.

Another thing pointing back to my Queen theories -- the reason the Elite had been so special and separate from the rest of the Armada is because Kane was able to construct clockwork minds that (arguably) gave them their own free will, (albeit likely limited) emotional capability, and personality. Does this mean Queen learned how to do this as well? Did she construct the Queen!Elite? Had she made the same initial mistake Kane did, with Queen!Phule, or did she purposefully model her with the same imperfections? How much of Kane's ideals does she truly share in regards to her goals?

Give me answers naaaowww.